#quimperain evertrue

[elliewiltarwyn]

quimperain:

*does a gay little jog to piss you off*

[eemamminy-art]

Telling fortunes, telling lies, but somehow I want to believe them

[faestorian]

a couple more of them ishgardians ❤

[kytri]

sloppily colored Jannequinard and Quimperain sketch from a few days ago

I need more content of them to exist.

[kytri]

technically SFW Jannequinard/Quimperain comic

was gonna color it but i tired

Text may be a little small to read easily,so:

Janne- Quimperain! I've been simply terrible! Just horrible!

J- Perhaps some big, strong knight needs to bend me over his knee and punish me.

Q- I cannot possibly strike you, my lord.

J- Quimperain...

J- What if I ordered you to?

anyhow someday I will write a fic for this ship

[eemamminy-art]

I love AST

[kytri]

Jannequinard/Quimperain

I'm bad at painting but I am trying.

[eemamminy-art]

What if the other ishgardian noble idiot with the far too patient manservant were also at the moonfire faire

[eemamminy-art]

They are boyfriends ✨

[eemamminy-art]

2. Jannequimp wip 👀

I don't have much for this now, but the idea is that Quimperain fought at Ghimlyt and came back wounded and Jannequinard is an overbearing asshole as he worries over him.

―

Nurses and doctors came and went throughout the day, but there was a notable presence by his side most nights. His demeanor was unmistakable to Quimperain even as he struggled to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time— Loud, demanding, complaining, snapping his fingers as he ordered the staff to do the job they already were doing. Jannequinard was so much the stereotype of a nobleman it would be almost comical if it wasn’t so embarrassing.

The astrologian was not all bark, however, the familiar warmth of healing magic filling his body every few hours. Healing magic could only do so much, hence the constant squabbling with the chirurgeons to do what he could not.

A chill ran through his hand as the smaller man grasped it, his palms clammy from nerves and the many rings that decorated his fingers only chilling him further. Still, Quimperain smiled at the familiarity of it.

Jannequinard was unusually affectionate for an Ishgardian, touching an arm here, a hand there, always needing to make his presence known physically. It had been so off-putting when they’d first met, but by now it felt comforting.

“What a fool you are…” his voice was uncharacteristically soft, the admonishment accompanied by his other hand grazing Quimperain’s cheek.

WIP ask meme