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I’m such a sucker for sword lesbians.

Jaheira needs a full spa day and I am ready to deliver it

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.”

I decided to hop on tumblr because of @thecubspeaks

I read all of their Jaheira x Nine-Fingers fics (every single one like they were ambrosia and I was a starving goddess) and was immediately consumed by the ship. It landed me here. The creatures on tumblr (said affectionately) are far nicer than the humans I have to deal with in real life.

About a year ago, I started talking to one of the best RP partners I've ever had. It all began thanks to one of my longfics. They told me that, during the couple of months it took me to finish it, receiving the notification that I posted was to them like a sign that it'd be a good day.

A couple of months ago, one of my readers invited me to a Discord server about writing they created. I haven't interacted much with other people on the server, but we've been chatting pretty much everyday. They've gifted me some really cool stuff and, even more important than that, they've told me my stories have kept them company now that they feel disconnected from most of their writing buddies.

This morning I woke up to a message by another reader. They're going through pretty serious health issues and thanked me for writing my fluffy series because it's become their comfort through these terrifying times.

What am I trying to say with all of this? WRITE. Just keep writing. Write your silly, self-indulgent stories. Pour your heart and soul in every single one of them. Even if you don't think they're good enough. Even if you believe no-one else is interested in reading them. Do it. You have no idea how many days you may be improving, how many smiles you may be causing.

And no, the fact that it's only fanfic doesn't mean them any less worthy or "not real writing." It's still art. Your art.

Oh, and if you're on the other side, if you're one of those who have been touched by a story, let us know. Tell your authors how they made you laugh or how you felt less lonely because of them. This is exactly why we write.

Hey, take it from someone creeping towards 40:

Ignore the fun police.

If you like it, order your steak well done. Get your bagel toasted with jam and butter. Put ice in your scotch and ketchup on your hotdog. Get red wine with fish and white with steak. Who cares?

If you want to, listen to pop music. Watch blockbuster popcorn flicks. Read dime store novels. Enjoy them.

Dye your hair or cut it off. Paint your fingernails blue. Wear whatever the fuck you want on your own time (ie, when not at a job or school or whatever where you can get penalized for breaking rules) as long as you aren’t like welding or shoveling snow.

Anyone who tries to tell you you’re wrong? Say “okay” and go back to what you were doing. You’re not hurting them by enjoying yourself or having things the way you like them.

There are no caveats or addendums to this. No “but what about x?” Nah. You’re allowed the things you like. You don’t have to justify your taste or apologize for it if it’s not hurting anyone.

And likewise, let other people live their lives. We’re all dead in the long run, so tend your own garden before you become fertilizer in it.

i love being a 30+ woman in fandom. reblog if you also love being an old dame in fandom

What if we ran away and lived in the forest together?

What then?