#here she is!!!!!

[hudconuinely]

wanna play that game with you, baby rated E / 5.5k words

“Mr. Hollander? Hi, I’m from H&R Plumbing. Your husband called and mentioned you were having some trouble with the pipes in your kitchen – mind if I, uh, come in and take a look?” Shane’s eyes rake over Ilya’s bare torso as he says the last bit. There’s a light flush rising in Shane’s cheeks and a mischievous glint in his eyes as they come back up to meet Ilya’s and Ilya couldn’t be more in love. He steps back to hold the door open. “Oh, yes, of course, come right in. I’d love for you to take a look.” Shane ducks his head in response as he crosses the threshold, and Ilya bites back a grin as he closes the door behind them. This is going to be fun.

aka: plumber fic ;)

[mercymaker]

⊹ THORIEL, THE TWICE-BLESSED

And when exhaustion and pain drained the last remaining strength from her body, the realization kicked in. It was over. No matter how hard she tried, no matter the sacrifice she was willing to make, nothing could change it. Her past self would’ve been furious, horrified at the fact that this was how she'd die. After everything she had survived, the great hero of Baldur’s Gate would fall to this? Yet, Maleane didn’t have enough strength left in her bones to care. Everything around her was fading, like a handful of sand slipping between her fingers; the chaos of the room, the midwife’s voice, the weight of the druid’s hand on top of hers. Slumber was calling out her name and Mal wanted nothing more than to rest. To be done with all the pain and horror and heartbreak. And so, despite every single person around her pleading otherwise, she laid her head down on the blanket, let her knees rest on the carpeted floor, and then, as the final chord to the melody, closed her eyes. When Maleane woke, she was still in a dream. Nothing changed. The tent looked exactly the same, but motionless, like a painting with a varnish of silvery white light washed over it. The night was bright and pale like the face of the moon, and for just a brief moment, Mal felt at peace. And then the pain pierced her insides once more, this time filling her with determination. Clinging to the newfound hope, the drow gathered just enough strength to push, again and again, until relief finally found her battered body. And then came the most beautiful music she’d ever heard. A soft humming of the harp, entwined with the resolute shriek of a newborn child. Her own blood.  

[nellandvoid]

the herdsman, the sea monster, the hero.

soooooooo i’ve been cooking something up in secret for the past two weeks for my lovely friend @bugsinshoes and his amazing oc aysel :)

i figured, with the wayfinder’s outpost in the nightmare realm being a neutral zone for bounty’s, what better place for the multiversal outlaws to lay low and lick their wounds? especially when said outpost founder has a history with the same bastard that you do!

this was supposed to be a very quick sketch. it is not.

below the cut is a version without the text cause i think it’s really pretty!!!!!

also bugs i hope you enjoy and i hope you can forgive @hopeyisathing for conspiring with me

[fipindustries]

[cxrx-s]

she is takin a bath please do not interrupt her

[andr0leda]

Radioactive mama, treat me right Radioactive mama, we'll reach critical mass tonight! (X)

Lexa’s (@thevulturesquadron) Sole Survivor, Zaraza!

[durgetavoc]

🍃 Wild Magic Sorceress, meet Ana!

illustrated by the talentful @vetochkarowan, the best birthday gift i could have ask for, as usual she is sponsoring my babygirl 😭 It's been actually a while since i found my tav's name, but it still feels new to use it for real, so this post will be the first to really mention it, hoping i will remember to stick to it for the next times!!!