Posting this here because it’s one of my faves and because there’s nothing you can do to stop me!
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.”
My Girlfriend and Her 27 Daggers (aka 19 Fingers)
I am not a fan of 'do gardening to relax' cause of reasons, but I thought rendering every single element would be a nice meditative experience.
The rest of the daggers are there somewhere.
37 hours, Procreate, lots of questioning my sanity over background details
If you see a lineart mistake, no you don’t.
My thanks go to @ octavia_tav on X for Jahehe reference and the @ misshighharper (Jake?) for the inspiring meme about knives and also @ graciescribbles for the gentle push
Pregnant forever!
i bet minthara's strap game is out of this plane
Haha! Same! I spent my teen years slowly being turned gay by these two (a joke - I was already gay!).
More people discovering ‘Xena: Warrior Princess’.
I couldn’t be fucking prouder as a veteran fan!
This TV show is truly timeless.
Enjoy, virgins. It’s one wild and gay fucking horse ride.
Some say it's a force of cavalry, others of foot,
others of ships, but I say that the most beautiful thing
upon the black earth is whatever it is you desire.
It's easy enough to make this plain to all:
for she who was far more beautiful than any woman of mortal race,
Helen, abandoned her husband - the best of men -
and went sailing off to Troy; she remembered neither her child
nor her much-loved parents, but Aphrodite(?)
led her astray . . .
[This] has made me think of Anactoria, who isn't here.
Her step, which stirs desire, and the bright sparkle of her face,
are dearer sights to me than the chariots of Lydia,
and armed men fighting on foot.
Sappho, Fragment 16.
This is a translation by Gillian Spraggs published in 1998. http://www.gillianspraggs.com/translations/sappho16.html
Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene, Simeon Solomon, 1864. Watercolour.
unpunishable - ethel cain / georgia o'keeffe