#jhara

[jhara-ivez]

Well........ Here we go again. I have successfully not played for so long that I forgot most things. Not any part of the story, mind. Just... where the little things are.

[fiona-lawton]

@big-cheesy-productions & I did an art trade to celebrate nearing the end of our BG3 campaign with Piper & Jhara! This piece was so fun to work on, I'm obsessed with this dress 🤩

[freewaylizard]

hello my name is saturn and i draw hot people for a living

this is Jhara, a desert dragonborn princess, and zehir's best friend. zehir is the Scorpion mf i drew a while ago :)

[jajko493]

Look at all those chickens... and @jhara-ivez!

[annoyed-galaxy]

"It's good to be king!"

My part of the art trade with @jhara-ivez. Every time I listen to King by Zayde Wolf, I think of one of the pictures of Jhara with a crown. I wanted to make a cool picture of Jhara on a throne and just made my own crown cause I can't do crowns xD I feel like it's bad but hopefully you'll like it! I'll put the song on here as well.

[essythewolf]

The Following Afternoon

Takes place after The Morning After by @jhara-ivez

Full series: 1 | 2 | 3 | Current

******

Lea must have come prepared. Jespar rolled quickly, a mistake he was already regretting but one he would live with if it meant getting to a readily placed bucket by his side of the bed.

He heaved, grabbed its edges, and shuddered as his body reacted violently to the huge mistake he got himself into with Jhara the night before. He couldn’t stop either and with grim satisfaction, heard the blonde doing the exact same thing on the other side.

When both of them managed to stop for a moment, Lea spoke in a sweet voice that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, “You still need to finish those drinks if you want to feel better a little faster…”

Jespar slowly turned his head and wiped his mouth with his arm. She couldn’t be serious. She stared back with those beautiful, yellow eyes. Full of promise and a knowing spark that she was enjoying their suffering. There was an evil streak behind that kindness she had. Sexy in bed, terrible now. There was no way he could keep that down. His stomach was a roiling sea of acid. His head beat like a large drum on the fast step. He’d never felt this bad, even after his stint with Adila. Well no, that was a lie. This felt just as bad. At least no drugs were involved. If they were, he was sure they’d both be dead from overdose.

“Pretty sure you both have alcohol poisoning…” Lea continued. He heard her rummaging around the room. Even the rifle of parchment and whipping of clothes was too damn loud.

Yeah. Dead would be accurate if drugs were added on top of the list.

Jhara moaned from his side of the floor. It was going to be a long day.

*****

With some coaxing, both of them managed to drink and keep down the concoction Lea made. Indeed, the pounding in his head did subside a little and his stomach didn’t protest as much. But Jespar still felt like a Myrad ran him over more than once. And after some guidance, he even managed to get down the stairs and relieve himself.

Now, they sat around a table. Jhara kept his head in his arms, mumbling under his breath. Jespar wanted to light a smoke, but the thought of it, was already making him feel ill. Lea kissed both of them on head. Her vindictive streak ended for now as she handled them like baby chicks. Fragile, soft-spoken, and infinitely caring.

Jhara kept waving her hand away every time she tried though. He mumbled beneath his arms.

“Darling I can’t hear you,” she said with a sigh.

Very slowly, he lifted his head, lips curled in a pained snarl.

“Don’t mother me.”

Jespar rolled his eyes, “Maybe she shouldn’t since you want to be such an ass.”

Lea shot Jespar a look and he shrugged. Then winced as his stomach did a flip. He sunk into his seat and mimicked Jhara, putting his head in his arms on the table.

Then Jhara grunted and moaned in protest. Jespar couldn’t see at first but heard Lea’s drawl and suppressed giggle.

“You mean like this?”

Jhara’s moaning became louder and more persistent in protest. Jespar snorted in laughter beneath his arms. He took a peak above his arms and nearly laughed out loud.

Lea had lain herself, back to back, on Jhara, slowly pushing her weight on top of him, even to the point of raising her arms and draping them above his head.

“I could be like those mistresses in the brothel that will smother you with their bosoms,” she mused. Now she turned herself so her front pushed against Jhara’s back. She carefully wrapped her arms around him, creating a sort of fleshy halo around his head. She rested her chin on top of his disheveled, blonde hair.

“You have no bosoms,” came Jhara’s muffled reply.

Lea giggled and tightened her hold. Her ‘bosoms’ were digging into his upper back.

“Would you prefer to have the big ones you could drown in?” She turned to Jespar now, a look of innocence as she batted her lashes at him.

“Who was that woman you were with a few nights ago? She had breasts the size of—“

Jespar nearly choked and Jhara raised himself so suddenly that he threw Lea off and onto the floor. Icy blue eyes bore into Jespar’s own with a sudden intensity.

“What—“

Then he groaned and slammed his head back into his arms.

“Fuck.”

Lea groaned from her place on the floor.

“Was a joke... Ow…”

“You’re not funny,” Jespar managed, after swallowing his own surprise.

Lea got up and wrapped her arms around him instead. They weren’t as suffocating as what she did to Jhara but her warmth was still soothing. She mumbled an apology and kissed his cheek. He turned his head to catch her lips in a light kiss.

“I’ll forgive you. Don’t know about the ass though.”

“Your ass,” Jhara shot back, finally lifting his head enough to look at them.

Lea did the same with Jhara. Then, he wrapped an arm around her and guided her to lay on the table with them.

“Come join us on the table,” he mumbled, “it’s nice down here.”

Jespar did the same, grabbing Jhara’s hand so they interlocked atop her back. She sighed again but snuggled between them. “I could use a nap anyway. I swear, it’s like taking care of children.”

“Drunk children,” said Jhara cheerfully. Or as cheerfully as one could get under a crippling hangover.

Jespar shook his head, “Never again.”

“No promises.”

[nuka-zombie-archive]

Prophets As Greek Deities:

Poseidon - Jhara ( @jhara-ivez )

Hades - Elurah ( @henantier )

Apollo - Alok ( @the-r3d-painter )

Hermes - Eska ( @iamaweretoad )

Hestia - Leanara ( @essythewolf )

Artemis - Wren ( @doubleexposureofacalmbadger )

[jhara-ivez]

BEACH DAY!!! Collecting seashells, splashing about in the water, no crabs in the area (because you killed them all), sand in places you would never have expected it to go, sunshine and fun! And dreading the sight of the cursed island in the far distance!

10/10 - would do again!