Above all, don't forget to lezz out
My first ever Tav - Raethan! I’ve not gotten far in photo mode, but I got this shot of my very first!!
“Don’t get mad if I fall asleep on you” for Jaheira/NF
Jaheira’s curled up on Astele’s bed—not wildshaped, not surreptitious, just Jaheira. She smiles like this isn’t something novel and also fucking insane. This isn’t what they do. She shows up late at night sometimes, sure, but not late at night when she’s got adventurers to herd, tucked up at the Elfsong doing whatever other insane charity work needs their attention. She doesn’t have time for things like this.
She’s not wearing her fuck-me lingerie, and it is psychologically damaging for Astele to realize that they’ve been doing this for enough time that she can tell how Jaheira’s feeling based on what she’s worn to bed. Fuck-me lingerie—pretty self-explanatory. Green adventuring leathers—business only, and she’s usually paired them with a grim expression that’s nothing like the drowsy smile Astele sees now.
She’s wearing a smile. A smile, and a soft, summer-green blouse with gauzy sleeves, clearly designed for relaxation, possibly at least fifty years out of style. On anyone else, it would look absurd. Jaheira can’t look absurd to Astele.
“Don’t get mad if I fall asleep on you,” Astele says, shoulders up. “Been a hell of a day even with the Stone Lord gone. And there’s worse coming.”
“I know,” says Jaheira. She stretches out her legs on the bed and pats the spot next to her.
Astele sits down.
Jaheira touches her face. “You do look tired,” she observes, but not in the usual tone of voice. A different one.
“Is this because we’re all going to fucking die?”
“Perhaps.” Jaheira’s fingers brush her cheek. No one else in the world is allowed to touch Astele like that, she decides, and then realizes there’s an else in that sentence. “Perhaps I just missed you.”
Gonna chill out the rest of May and then change my entire life in June. Possibly July if that doesn't work out. Certainly no later than September or October.
Nine-Fingers Keene. I want that woman to stab me, then fuck me, then stab me again. Then I can die slowly while watching her and Jaheira fuck each other.
This. This is what I actually want.
I want Dame Aylin to teach me how to be a strong, sword-wielding lesbian for my girlfriend. I want to train with her so I can go home and pick my gf up and spin her around easily like Aylin does with Isobel. Aylin and I would be besties
How do fanfic writers feel knowing that people might have been masturbating to their work?
Unsolicited advice - you gotta weigh the pros and cons of a situation. Example:
Cons: I’m alive
Pros: Pretty spouse, cats, Chinese food