#coldshrugs

[lavampira]

d'alia + thancred? 👀

send an oc + an alternate love interest

ahdghsd if they ever saw each other that way it would lead to disaster. tbh. they’re the same person; emotionally repressed, guilt complexes through the roof, always trying to be strong for everyone else and tearing themselves apart when they can’t protect them, and hiding it all behind a mask. it takes them a long time to even become real friends because they see through each other like a two-sided mirror, and they hold each other accountable, which makes them ruffled and angry but grateful. adding romantic feelings or even a sexual relationship would be another layer of vulnerability that they’d feel too uncomfortably raw and visible, and more and more arguing until it implodes.

the other thing is that minfilia would have to be removed from their relationship for them to work like that but then it also fundamentally changes them as people and also what brings them closer together, so. they can’t be anything but sibling in laws in canon.

omg what’s that one movie about the two people who don’t get along but become guardians of their friends’ child after a tragic accident and start to understand each other through the struggles of co-parenting and then fall for each other. I could see an AU where that happens for them. not that I’m doing it, but I could see it. LOL

[hythlodaes]

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tysm azia <333 this got a lil long, but it was so fun and encouraging !!!

In Your Blood - Emile/Estinien

“Concern yourself naught, Warrior of Light, just up ahead here.” He gestures to one of the towers before them, its silhouette rising in the dark. They don’t speak as they ascend the steps that wind up the perimeter, but they make quick work of the climb with their long strides. At the top, the whole world opens to them, a sea of forgotten ruins under the moonless night, still shining, still alive. 

A feeling rises in Emile’s chest, something like awe that trembles through him with the cold. It loosens the weight in the back of his mind, and the two of them stand together, shoulder to shoulder, leaning over the stone parapet. He looks over at Estinien, ponytail swaying with the breeze, clear eyes lined in silver—he’s like a ghost, like something came back to life but only halfway, and it makes sense somehow, the whisper of him, starlight tracing the hard line of his lips. For a second, for just one fleeting moment, Emile wonders what it would be like to meet his mouth with his own. 

On Your Mind - Emile/Estinien

It’s like this:

There are kisses that burn, ones full of desire and need—all consuming and powerful. There are kisses meant to comfort, ones that feel safe, that say, I can’t fix this, but I’m here with you. And then there are kisses like this, that happen in simple moments, that come merely from sharing space together, with only one real meaning behind it. 

Emile parts his mouth against his, lingering in the fading but still warm sun, and this kiss feels like home. 

I love you, comes to mind so, so easily. 

Until We Get It Right - Emile/Estinien

He thinks Emile’s the only person that knows this side of him. He’s the only person he’d let see this side of him. They’re in this together, and sometimes that feels like a vow of its own. They’re married to their vengeance, and they will see it through or they will die—they would rather walk through hell than leave the crimes against them unanswered.  

It’s something only they can understand now, and as much as they rile against each other, it binds them together. 

This Fire is Bound to Burn - Emile/Estinien

“Emile,” he says, his voice like gravel, and it’s then that he tilts his head up to meet his gaze. He doesn’t say anything else, and all they can do is watch each other as the silence continues to fill the space between them and wear at Emile’s heart. I’m trying to understand, he wants to say, always this same feeling again and again, and tonight it sits heavily within him. He clings to it, searching Estinien’s gray eyes dulled by the night, but the answer is still just out of reach. 

Estinien’s shoulders deflate, and the moment passes. Still, a small smile pulls at the corners of his lips. “Goodnight.” 

Please. 

Emile nods. “Goodnight.” 

Ivy and Twine - Revan/Malak

She doesn't know what to say, but it doesn't matter. Malak reaches over, his hand finds hers in the dim light, and he threads their fingers together. Her heart continues to pound away, and this is it, isn't it? This is the now before the never.

Finally, Revan looks at him. His eyes are steady on her, but they narrow when she curls her legs up so she can kneel beside him on the couch. She brings her other hand up to meet their embrace, and the dark covers him as her fingertips ghost over his cool skin, stretching out his fingers so she can line hers up with his, palm to palm.

"Tell me" she says, and don't his eyes look so dark right now? The shadows pool in the hollow spaces of his skin but she can see the intensity in his stare. "Please...just tell me what I'm missing."

[anneapocalypse]

10 and 23, if you'd like to choose violence!

🔥 Choose Violence Ask Meme 🔥

10. worst part of fanon

Honestly, I don't have any one thing that's particularly in my craw at the moment, but I tend to dislike the concept of fanon generally i.e. the idea that anything can be presumed to be a universal headcanon. (This includes "ship that everyone assumes is universally shipped"; I guarantee you it is not.) This gets especially frustrating when you're trying to have a discussion about canon and people keep bringing in headcanons because they're so common they're assumed to be canon when they aren't.

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

I wouldn't say it's unwilling per se, because I am generally pretty open to being persuaded on ships unless there's just something about it that's a hard no. I will admit, though, it did take me some time to warm up to Thancred/Urianger, in large part because Shadowbringers is the big catalyst for most people and I spent a lot of Shadowbringers being annoyed with Thancred; also the first few fics I read just didn't vibe with the way I see the characters. It's not like it's hard to see why people ship it; I just needed to see an interpretation of them that wasn't so at odds with my own.

[scionshtola]

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🥺this is so cute, ty friend!! (hi azia ily and your writing too 💗)

the pain of perception | cori/y'shtola (shb, pre-relationship)

Corisande lifts her head in Y’shtola’s direction, her familiar features—the heart shape of her lips, the curve of her nose, her downturned eyes—just as obfuscated by the light as the rest of her body. There was a time that Y’shtola could have known what Corisande was thinking just by a simple shared glance. Now, though she could make her best guess, she could never be sure what was written in their expression. What Y’shtola might give to see the curve of Corisande’s gentle smile once more, before they venture toward a battle that could change her forever.  Y’shtola glances down at their hands, still pressed palm to palm between them. Corisande had not shied from one touch—perhaps she would not shy from another.

with certainty | cori/y'shtola (arr, pre-relationship)

Y’shtola prodded at the scars, her eyes narrowing when Corisande did not react. She turned their hand over and skimmed her fingers along the inside of their wrist, brushing the singed edges of what was left of their wrist wrappings. They had not found a moment to replace them since the battle, swept from one task to the next as they were. “Pray, which healer is responsible for this remarkably poor work?” The sharpness of her words contrasted the gentle hold she kept on their arm. “I should like to have a word with them. A burn so deep as this one appears to have been would take hours to heal properly.” Corisande would laugh, if it did not feel like so much work. If her skin did not itch, did not feel stretched taut over her bones, fragile and paper thin, at war with the ironic spark of warmth blooming in her chest. Still, that Y’shtola should take such immediate offense to the shoddy quality of care they received was enough to bring a small, fond smile to their face. If only they had someone else to blame. “I will keep that in mind for next time.”

an echo of loneliness and a growing hope | cori/y'shtola (arr, pre-relationship) (why did i title it this lol)

When she opens her eyes, Corisande cuts a lone figure against the dark horizon, the blue crystals of their Ironworks gear glowing in the night. Visage hardened into a grim expression, hair blowing gallantly in the breeze as the moonlight coalesces around them, they look every inch the hero Eorzea knows them to be and very little like Y’shtola’s dear friend. Loneliness echoes in her chest at the sight.  She approaches Corisande and touches their elbow lightly—always their elbow, avoiding the flinch that comes when she touches their wrist ever since the day they defeated the Rhitahtyn sas Arvina. She tilts her head down to meet Y’shtola’s gaze, and a myriad of things to say run through her head. You should not have to do this alone. Please be careful. I will come with you

sweet distraction | cori/y'shtola (rodeo au 🤠)

Their lips curled into a sly grin then. “You look like a quick study.” Y’shtola did not like the way her heart skipped a beat at their words. Music started up again on stage, and Y’shtola’s protests died in her throat when Corisande moved their hips in time with it. They tugged on her hands with each slow swivel, and Y’shtola could not stop her gaze from following the long line of their legs, from where their dark jeans tucked into their tall brown boots to where they clung tightly to the curve of their ass.  “Please?” Corisande asked. “Just one song.” “One song,” Y’shtola relented. Corisande beamed down at her, and Y’shtola could not help but smile back.

untilted tipsy kiss prompt | cori/y'shtola (post enw)

They pull her closer, the silk of her robe smooth under their fingers. The taste of wine lingers on her lips, sweet and inviting, and they chase after it, deepening the kiss. “You let me go on for so long,” Y’shtola says between kisses, breathless and giggling against their lips. “I enjoy your going on. Though,” Corisande says, her body warm and mind abuzz from more than just drink. “You may have to repeat some points.”

[lyriumsings]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FREN!!! 💗💗💗 i hope you get some rest and a little treat :>

tHANKS FREN!! <3333 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[lvllns]

reed. wtf is this wenis dance?

oh. oh azia i’m so glad you asked. it’s this horrid creation courtesy of sam reich.

[tieflingbi]

hello i am here with some io facts for u 💗

she is a vegetarian, and most of the other scions are good with remembering or ensuring shared meals accommodate her. her diet is 100% just because she doesn't really care for meat; it's not a moral stance (she's a hunter after all), so occasionally when she doesn't have access to foods she likes, she'll begrudgingly make do with whatever's available :c

one of my fave minions for her is the little bandana-wearing snake, caduceus. and the alte roite is one of the mounts i imagine her having in canon. to mesh the two, her little snake friend does indeed shift into a very large, very long dragon when they need to travel :>

io has a really lovely singing voice but is often uncomfortable doing more than humming in front of other folks. bard is her canon job though, so her bard songs are strings of dalmascan folks songs she quietly hums or sings to herself during battle to soothe her anxiety and bolster her resolve. the people around her see her standing a little taller, fighting a little harder, and they start to feel it too (i have more thoughts about this but that's a post-endwalker discussion akldjfs).

please share some oc facts yourself if you feel comfy doing so!! i hope your day gets better 💗💗💗

IO BELOVED!! 🥺🥺💖💖 These facts are so delightful, I love the minion becoming her mount, that is incredibly cute!! I'm always SO excited to hear about how things that are meant to be mostly cosmetic from an in-game standpoint become actually intertwined with a character's canon story, it's so much fun to learn how people get creative with these things imho!! Very much in love with your headcanon yes <3

If I ever make it through Endwalker I also want to hear the rest of those thoughts please 👀

And as for an OC fact, A'myrrhis actually has two younger sisters, Naya and Wren!

Naya is the middle sister, Wren is the youngest with quite a few years between her and the other two and she is also technically their half-sister, but they don't really care about those kind of details.

The three of them were very close, and when Myrri left the forest behind her biggest regret was that she'd probably never see them again because little did she know at that point that they would eventually leave as well! So imagine her surprise when they both show up at The Rising Stones a little post-Shb (at which point Myrri really needed a pick me up so that definitely did the trick).

Naya is a dancer, and since canonically Myrri never touches that job she's the one who joins Troupe Falsiam, which is also how Wren and her found passage to Eorzea in the first place after making it to Thavnair.

Wren starts out as a lancer but always had a curious interest in magitek so she joins Garlond Ironworks pretty quickly and becomes a machinist.

Aaaand... Here they are:

(Did I just spend an hour making this instead of answering the ask like a normal person? Mmmmaaaaybe but they already existed in-game so shhhhhh)

Anyways!!!! Thank you so much Azia!!! Please tell Io I love her and I'm blowing a kiss to her as we speak!!! 💖💖💖💖

[grapecaseschoices]

right back at you! 35-40 for the ship you're thinking about most!

BJ and Seb are more on my brain, but I don't know Seb too well yet, so I'll do my latest TWC PT as well -- Kendis and Ava.

35) Who's more artistic?

Joeb: Bethany Josnel is. He's a rock star whose stage attire involves shoes like this. His stage name is Nova. He can play the piano. Seb is literally just some guy.

Keva: I mean I can't imagine someone being LESS artistic than Ava -- Rebecca maybe? [After all repairing cars takes some artistry] So, it really isnt hard to be MORE artistic than Ava. But Kendis definitely takes the cake. Not only is their attire more aesthetically vibrant, they're very creative and are open to new creative endeavors. So while they're far from a traditinonal artist [like BJ], they enjoy making and decorating and fashion.

36) Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Joeb: I feel it could be either, because Josnel is a dad friend and Seb is a dad. So it is probably even, but I feel it leans Seb. Just by a hair. He comes off like a very attentive parent in the asks, and I feel maybe this might have given him a sixth sense. Also, I feel he would be mindful of how much work and stress BJ's career is -- so he's even more hypervigilant to take care of his man. This is my Seb canon til otherwise proven.

Keva: Ava. LMAO, not that Kendis wouldn't. Neither them sleep lmao, so its more who pauses working to get the other a snack. But Ava will take care of Kendis if it kills them both. But Kendis is more likely to be the one sleeping and thus waking up at 2am. Then Ava is faster thus could get Kendis what she needed before she can stop her.

37) Which is more likely to swear?

Joeb: Oh, I don't know. Seb seems like the type to tsk 'language' and he is so goofy, he doesnt seem like a curser? And Josnel was raised in the Church, still has that in him. Maybe BJ but barely/rarely.

Keva: Kendis. Kendis swears and curses. Silly swears [dangnabbit/go suck the toes off a pig, you tucker carlson watching butthole] and at times the "harder" stuff lmao. Usually leans on 'fuck' and 'shit'.

38) Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

Joeb: Sebastian. BJ. Respectively. I remembered that Seb is down to clown. He is also more touchy. BJ is generally more reserved [so far, in my mindplace. Maybe it will change when I play him -- maybe the white man will have him act a fool!]

Keva: Kendis. Ava. Respectively. Kendis has more experience. And Ava is very set, I also don't imagine she's thought about sex much at all. I mean she's demisexual. And she's also Ava. Kendis is also is theoretically down to clown. [As long as they call the shots/boundaries are pre-established].

39) Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

Joeb: Goodness, idk. Maybe Seb? I feel Maya has made him creature rescuer. It must be habit. BJ would judge because he's unaware that he would as well -- but he's more likely to call animal rescue, I feel than try to make himself the next star of Dodo.

Keva: Kendis. All day. Everyday. Ava is ready to move them away to the city -- but with her luck Kendis would find some diseased sewer creature to bring home. Ava is resigned but also not, like she accepts this is who Kendis is but she's gonna point out the follies anyway.

40) Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

Joeb: I don't think either of them are big eaters? Though, maybe leans on Beth because them post-Black church lunches were about filling the plate. Seb makes sure to just shop more and get the groceries.

Keva: Kendis. Kendis be eating. And theyre a foodie, I feel it is fair to say. Ava isn't big on going out, but she definitely indulges Kendis for the quieter hole-in-a-wall. And she probably knows Kendis' faves from Hayleys and will stop buy to get something when she walk kendis home

Thanks for the ask!!

[hylfystt]

smash or pass for leida: lyna 👀

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

oh definitely smash. she's tall, she's hot, she's brave. if she weren't having a crisis over ardbert and aymeric then, well...maybe.

[bogunicorn]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🧁💗🧁💗🧁 here's hoping it continues to fun and comfy!

thank you!!!

[lavampira]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love💗(hello dani i'm ready for you to rip my heart out)

ty beloved this is so sweet and fun to revisit my writing!! 🥺💚

a solemn vow | d’alia/sidurgu

“I wanted to let you know I will be gone awhile,” D’alia says quietly, low enough for only him to hear, with her hand still on the unopened door. “I’m not yet sure when I’ll return.”

“Oh?”

Sidurgu shifts in her peripheral, curiosity laced with trepidation leaking from his voice in one simple word, but he doesn’t ask the burning question that she knows must be on the tip of his tongue. She risks a glance at him, tilting her head up to see him better in the dim lighting of the small room. His gaze remains sharp and unreadable with limbal rings aglow, half-hidden behind the silvery hair flopped over his forehead, all but pinning her in place as he observes her in turn.

D’alia isn’t quite sure what brings it to mind right then, but she finds herself struck by the fleeting thought that he must have watched Fray walk out that door, too, only to never return, leaving Sidurgu alone with their pact to protect that small child from the Temple Knights hunting her. Now here she is in Fray’s place, having made the same oath to keep Rielle safe so that he isn’t alone though her duty summons her away from the city. Guilt claws up her chest until it lodges itself in her throat.

lazy kisses in bed | d’alia/sidurgu

A twitch of a smile tugs at his lips. “I can’t shut the window from here.”

“I— That wasn’t entirely what I meant.”

Sidurgu stares at her for several painfully long seconds with a pinched brow, long enough that warmth spreads up her neck and settles in her cheeks. Realization crosses his face only moments later, and though he glances away from her with a quiet oh slipping past his lips, his motion resumes to settle instead with his back to the headboard, and holds out his arm in silent invitation.

The blankets pool around her waist as D’alia sits up enough to move, gooseflesh rippling over her exposed limbs, but she sinks into the warmth of his side. Impulsively, she presses her lips to the pale, scarred skin of his broad shoulder. And again, as she shifts sluggish and slow, to a patch of dark scales above his heart. But then he leans down to meet her, winding his hand into her rosy hair as she braces a hand on his chest for purchase, and kisses her lazily but long, absorbed in the throes of the early morning.

a night in paris | lon/ethan

A low laugh bubbled out of him as Ethan nudged him, taking the spare glass as he shifted closer to his side, enough to touch, the warmth of him seeping through that singular point of contact. Lon’s breath hitched in his throat, hiding it behind his glass while he took a sip. And then it released in a slow exhale with the reminder of the others like them around them, and he eased against his side, too.

Ethan glanced up at him again after a time, flashing him a shyer smile than he’d ever seen from him. “What’s a fella got to do for a dance with you?”

“Weren’t you just out there?”

“Not with you.” Tossing back the remainder of his drink, Ethan set aside his glass, and then motioned for Lon’s nearly empty one as well. “And now our hands are free.” His stubbled lips tilted into more of a smirk again as Lon huffed a laugh. “C’mon, Lonnie. Didn’t come all this way to stand in the corner, did we?”

catalyst | cadrien/minaiph (min belongs to @hythlodaes)

Foolish.

He knows that it had been an undeniably stupid risk, that he had been too caught up in the momentary panic that the loss of Min would’ve been far more devastating than any possible injury to himself. It goes against everything he knows, everything that he’s been taught, and yet he’s also aware that he would suffer the same consequences again and again and again, regardless of what is expected of him. The why of it is something he’s trying not to think about, but it’s been running through his mind against his will.

He’s in love with Min.

The man who’d survived the red sands of Korriban alongside him. The Sith whom he’s meant to trust, whom he actually does, to work together in the Empire’s interests. His best friend who’d dragged his broken, unconscious body across Corellia, and now lingers at his side, caring for him in a way that he’s not sure that he should want or even deserves. But desire has long since clawed a hollow space in his chest and made itself a home.

stay the course | malena/kaidan

“Hey, there you are,” Kaidan calls softly. She doesn’t know exactly what her face shows when she finally glances up, but it must be a doozy because his thick brows furrow, and he adds, “You okay?”

I’m fine, Malena wants to say. How many times does she say it in a day? Fine, fine, fine. Chin up, back straight. It’s a necessity on a ship—if others see their commanding officer lose her shit, morale goes right out the airlock. And so Commander Shepard has the situation under control, and if she doesn’t, then she’ll get it there.

She opens her mouth to speak, but her voice breaks before she can form a word.

[valentein-voyager]

friends 'til the end..

(big thank you @coldshrugs for the photos! 🥺)

[eemamminy-art]

Commission for @hythlodaes and @coldshrugs ! A little western AU with their wols and Estinien 🤠💕 Left is Emile (he/him) and right is Io (she/her)! Thank you so much for commissioning me!!

[scionshtola]

do you have any favorite parts from The AU you want to share? 👀

seeing this ask made me go write more of The AU so i had more things to choose from which is why it has taken so long adsjf but ty for asking beloved 🥰 i do have a few favorite parts to share! I'm putting it under a cut bc i am long winded. and chose 4 parts. also just a warning the last one is nsfw🧍but the first 3 are not!

most of what I have written so far is shtola suffering at Cori and Haurche's engagement party, so here is a little bit of that

When she had escaped the happy couple, Y’shtola strode directly to the table of artfully stacked glasses of champagne. She plucked one by the stem and was deciding whether it would be improper to down the whole thing at once, if no one saw her, when someone beside her said, “They certainly make a picturesque pair, do they not?” How often had she heard that same sentiment throughout the night? If she never heard those words again, ‘twould be too soon. Yet she could not doubt the words either. Though the details were difficult to decipher by aether alone, she could see the flattering cut of Corisande’s dress, the long sleeves trimmed in lace and the floor length skirt that swirled about their legs as they danced. Silver blue, Tataru had informed her with an annoyingly dreamy sigh, to match Haurchefant’s eyes. Y’shtola could picture it all in her mind with an irritating clarity—the icy blue of their dress against their cool brown skin, wine-red hair braided into a crown ribboned with pink, mismatched green eyes alight as they greeted their guests. The man himself cut a dashing figure at their side as they moved through the party together, the two of them effortlessly kind and endearing, and endlessly besotted. Picturesque hardly began to describe it.  “They certainly do,” Y’shtola said, and tipped her glass, swallowing half of the contents at once.

personally I am v amused by the detail Shtola goes into about Cori and then is just like 'Haurche is there too.'

also am fond of this convo with Artoirel where he and Shtola are sort of talking past each other/about different things but she doesn't know what it is he means

Artoirel failed to stifle his scoff. “His favored child caught the heart and the hand of the Champion of Eorzea. Any parent would be pleased with the status that affords them by association, would they not?” “I don’t see any reason their title should matter, aside from as a testament to their character.” Y’shtola did not care for the direction this conversation was taking, nor for the tone he was taking regarding Corisande.  “Haurchefant certainly thinks much of it, as does my father,” Artoirel answers, an edge underlying his words. Y’shtola narrowed her eyes, but before she could press the matter, he continued, in the same dry tone as earlier. “The arrangement is to Corisande’s benefit as well, at least when it comes to their ventures in Ishgard. It is no small thing to marry a Count’s son.” “Corisande and Haurchefant are in love,” Y’shtola said neutrally, though the words hurt her to speak. She could not discern the reason for his obvious disdain of the engagement, but Corisande was the most genuine person she knew, and she would not let him suggest there were any ulterior motives where she knew there to be none. “I can assure you she does not care for any benefits a title may bring.

and a little bit of friendly flirting conversation

Even the words she spoke kindled something warm in Y’shtola’s chest. They were looking for her.  “Did you need something?” “Only the pleasure of your company,” Corisande answered sincerely, and offered Y’shtola her arm. Y’shtola did not hesitate to take it, and Corisande began to guide them through the crowd. “I have hardly seen you all night, though I’d hoped to find you earlier. Pray tell me you don’t feel I’ve made you fend for yourself against the Ishgardian nobility.” Y’shtola leaned against Corisande as they walked—as much as she could, anyway, with the difference in their height. “I do not feel abandoned. Not by you, at any rate. Tataru and Alphinaud, on the other hand, left me behind without a second thought, and shall be hearing from me later.” “Do not tell me you have been completely alone all night,” Corisande said with a laugh. “I fear that shall only make me more keen to make it up to you.” “Worry not, there has been no shortage of people to converse with,” Y’shtola answered, pleased by the teasing tone they had taken, and ignoring the hopeful skip of her heartbeat. What was there to hope for? “Though I shall happily play the part of the woefully abandoned, if only to know how you intended to make it up to me.”

okay LAST ONE!!! and this one is uh. smut. so. stop here if u do not want to read that ladsjf from the first time they sleep together

She breaks away from their mouth and kisses their neck, spurred on by the soft noises each one draws forth. Corisande is pliant beneath her lips and her hands, going easily when she guides them onto their back with a gentle touch. It’s only when she has pressed kisses halfway down their chest that she truly appreciates the deep-V neckline of their nightgown, and something clicks in the back of her mind. Her hand traces the fine lace of their neckline, following it down the valley between their breasts until she meets the small bow tied beneath them. ‘Twas not unusual for Corisande to dress in lace trimmed clothing, nor was it an exaggeration to say half their wardrobe was composed of short skirts and dresses. But the combination of clothing choice and the hour at which she had shown up to Y’shtola’s door made a compelling case for her suspicions. Y’shtola plucks at their gown. “Did you wear this for my sake?” “Yes,” they admit, slightly breathless. “You are aware that the finer visual details are rather lost on me, yes?”  she traces the lace detailing over their chest again, pleased by the shake in their voice when they answer. “I admit when I came here tonight I was rather hoping for a t—“ their breath hitches when Y’shtola cups their breast, savoring the cool silk of their gown under her hand. “A tactile experience.” Y’shtola laughs, though she cannot help but be pleased by the confirmation of what she already knows. Corisande wants her, they made an effort for her.  She slips her hand back under their gown, past the waist of their underwear. “‘Tis fortunate, then, that I am happy to oblige.”

[marzipanladyart]

Summer commission of Io and Esti for @coldshrugs, thank you! <3

[staticcolour]

Commission for @coldshrugs o/ Process under the cut

I kinda wish I kept the blue lighting but oh well. Not pictured, me finishing half way and then scrapping it and starting over