Edward Hirsch, From "Late March"

I write poetry about you

and you don’t even know

All you do is whine

untrue i also suffer, rot, wail, wallow, haunt, mourn and rage

Ever since i was a little girl i knew i never wanted to be pregnant

Blessed are the mod makers

For they shall allow me to have Shadowheart kiss Nocturne:

And Jahiera to kiss Nine Fingers...

Karlach approves

Or to have Karlach and Halsin kiss:

This is the mod btw.

Anyway may all their days be merry and bright.

Unsolicited advice - you gotta weigh the pros and cons of a situation. Example:

Cons: I’m alive

Pros: Pretty spouse, cats, Chinese food

Posting this here because it’s one of my faves and because there’s nothing you can do to stop me!

Sewer Journals

What this fic has:

Jaheira being nosy as hell

Smut (because it’s me and apparently I can’t just write a regular fic - it’s not reeeally dirty like usual tho!!)

Ultra-soft Nine-Fingers Keene (deal with it)

What this fic does not have:

Uhm. Idk. Jaheira showing restraint like she ought to since she’s the High Harper and old as hell

Summary:

“Jaheira let out an amused breath. Sewer journals. It would appear the Underduke kept detailed diaries. Coded details of all past, present, and possibly future Guild business? A clear advantage; knowledge she absolutely must learn. She picked an older red one and opened it to a random page. She had long ago learned the code in which Nine-Fingers wrote her Guild communications, but the code in these pages seemed slightly different. Certain symbols and letters replaced ones that Jaheira knew well. But she was a quick study, always had been.”

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

Beach day!

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.

A rest day isn't enough. I need one billion years alone in a crystal.