Kill The Imposter Syndrome In Your Head Because Not Only Is There Someone Out There Doing It Worse Than

Stop 🛑 ✋

I need to know who in your ship only sleeps with one pillow and who needs a minimum of 4 carefully placed pillows or their body snaps in half/shatters

knights kissing (bonking helmets awkwardly) do u agree

feral prints|high res on patreon

AH-mazing!

She is quiet. Sharp tongue stilled. The noises she makes are soft and contented, never mind how Jaheira’s teeth scrape, how the bruises bloom. When Jaheira’s mouth moves lower, her breath hitches, her fingers tangling in Jaheira’s braids, and still she does not speak. “What?” Jaheira raises her head. “None of the Guildmaster’s trademark quick wit?” “A good commander knows when to shut the fuck up and do what needs doing,” Astele breathes, “and I am a good. Fucking. Commander.”

have had this sequel planned since i wrote the first fic :") very happy to finally finish it!

The things I would let Nine-Fingers Keene do to me...

rejoice! girls come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes

lets go no contact with mama

EVERYBODY stop what you’re doing and look at my CHILD

She has a pillow.

Always good to find a fellow old on here. Cheers 🙌🏻

Wizened! Cheers!!