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[littleplasticrat]

Turns out the way to make the group chat go nuts is to name the tomato seedlings after blorbos

[my-favourite-zhent]

Last Six Lines

Tagged by the lovely @eolasesayelan, you can find her post here

Technically not my last few but ones I was looking at recently while editing:

“You wanna get a few hits in, Rugan?” asked Garias jovially. “And cut my knuckles? Nae, I'll leave it to you.” “You're no fun.” “And you enjoy scrapping too much.” “You know what they say,” Brem interjected. “Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life.” Garias wrinkled his brow. “Buts we’s work all the time.”

A snippet from an upcoming chapter of New Tricks found here on Ao3 and Table of Contents here on tumblr. Tagging: @littleplasticrat @threerattsinatrenchcoat @commander-krios and @core-ene

[eolasesayelan]

Zhentarim Emojis Part 3

[thelittlewolverine]

To Steal the Heart of a Thief

As the official Brem fucker in the Zhentil Keep Discord, I’ve given the clown haired bastard his first fic.

It features my OC Malvina, a sorcerer thief who stumbles across her erstwhile sweetheart in a secret Zhentarim hideout.

This work is dedicated to everyone in the ZK Discord for the HCs, overall support and general hilarity. I appreciate you all more than I could say.

Shout out to my right hands @beesht and @captainsigge who also have exquisite taste in questionable pixels.

Love, Lizzie

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[my-favourite-zhent]

WIP We–er Thursday

Tagged by the lovely @commander-krios

Tagging @graysparrowao3 @theycallmeratt @grossestjay @captainsigge @lizziemajestic

“Look you can either pay the fifteen silver or you can find another inn.” The innkeeper’s son replied sharply. He'd quickly grown tired of the clown haired merchant’s idea of bartering.

“Make it ten.” “The price is fifteen.” “Alright, alright,” Brem held his hands up acquiescence. “I'll pay the fifteen–” “Good.” “–if you'll warm my bed personally.” Brem waggled his eyebrows in what he thought was a flirtatious manner. +++++ Garias had been leaning against the inn’s outer wall when Brem stumbled out in a huff, clutching a reddening cheek. “Bloody lunatics in this town. Fifteen silver, may as well be highway robbery! C’mon we're off to the next one.” “Brem,” Garias began, not having paid attention to his older brother's latest tantrum. “What?” “I've been thinking…” “What did I tell you about that?” “Not to hurt myself.” “Exactly so. Come along then.” Brem started off towards the town's main thoroughfare, Garias one step behind. “It's just that I've been thinking about what that fella was saying, about the ‘benefits of an organized committee of pears.’” “‘Community of peers.’” Brem corrected. “Right, that. It would be nice though wouldn't it? To not just be us?” “What's wrong with just us two? If anything they'd just be taking a cut of our earnings. It's a con if I ever saw one.” “Seemed like they were making better coin than us.” “Just proves my point, it's a funnel scheme.” “Funnel scheme?” “You get a bunch of idiots to sign up, you take a cut off the top. Suddenly you're doing no work and earning off the labours of those poor fools. You funnel them in.” “I suppose…” Garias let the thought trail off until Brem was sighing impatiently. “What is it?” Brem let out an impatient huff. “Well, you remember the Minthar job?” “Yes, I was there as you well recall.” “It's just that maybe we wouldn't have ended up naked tied to a pole if we had a little back-up.” “The problem with that job was not the lack of hands, it was the overmuchness of dwarves.” “Do have a lot of dwarves in that town.” Garias agreed. This made sense as it was a dwarven city but Brem wasn't going to bother explaining. The silence hung between them, and while Garias was not burdened with an overabundance of intelligence, he knew his brother. Brem was considering the idea and that made him excited.

Sorry this is all I have of these guys atm~

[my-favourite-zhent]

Round two~

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