#soddingcloudgazer

[soddingcloudgazer]

Astarion owns my ass now

[moonblossom97]

So, here I am again, shipping characters. And commissioning people.

This beautiful piece was made by the wonderful @soddingcloudgazer! Look at the detail, the posing, the lighting, ah! I love this so much. It's a beautiful and wonderful piece and I am in AWE!!

Thank you for accepting my commission!

[darth-salem-emperor-of-earth]

Because tumblr hates fun and nudity, I can only show you all part of the amazing and striking commission I got from @soddingcloudgazer of my OC Morfran O’Byrne and my friend @celticaurora‘s OC, Alexandra O’Byrne nee Dunkirk. Good Lord, they look so endearing and sweet here and I love every little bit of it. They got the happy ending they deserved as well as a better life together compared the ones they had as kids and in the earlier years of adulthood.

Thank you, @soddingcloudgazer, for bringing this lovely and vivid work of art of these two characters to life! You captured them and their love so well in this moment and I can’t stop smiling every time I look at this commission. <3 <3

Full view of this stunning commission can be seen here, on my pillowfort account: https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/1531676

[alyssalenko]

I commissioned the amazingly sweet and talented @soddingcloudgazer to draw my Jedi Knight Stelloc and Doc and I am blown away. They are so beautiful my heart stopped and I died. Thank you so much precious you captured them so perfectly!

[cavalier-life]

Before Corellia

Art by @soddingcloudgazer (And I cannot thank her enough for it.. It’s my phone background and I am so in love with how it turned out!)

Short companion fic beneath the cut.

Dignity. Decorum. Duty. These were the ironclad watchwords that Malavai Quinn valued, and normally, he found them quite easy to maintain. Walking into the rarified air of a party, however, at which Dark Council members would be in attendance? That was somewhat challenging.

Doing so on the arm of the Twi'lek at his side, herself a Sith of some growing influence and power in the Empire, and newly his wife? Even more difficult.

Social gatherings such as these had always been far beyond the scope of someone like him, and he had never imagined that situation would change. In particular, not once he'd been buried on Balmorra, unlikely to advance in rank or ever be transferred to a more desirable post. Even Baras' indifferent patronage had done little to change his prospects, until the ambitious Sith's fiery Lethan apprentice had burst into his office with a personality as bold as the rare crimson hue of her skin.

His eyes sought out his wife's presence as she circulated in the room. Her black dress clung to her body in graceful folds, the high front slit revealing tantalizing glimpses of one long bare leg when she took a step. A low V neckline showed the black Sith tattoos marking the skin of her throat, several of which he knew were freshly inked and still tender beneath the caress of the silky fabric. Long cream sleeves cut in generous trailing bells enveloped her arms, revealing only the slender, strong hands he'd seen so often gripping a lightsaber hilt in battle, and black embroidery in the shape of exotic flowers bloomed down her arms to her wrists. A glimmering silver headband graced her forehead, artistically designed with elegant flowers that shimmered with a fine jeweled dust. It was a perfect frame, he thought suddenly, for her striking, tattooed features.

Quinn had never thought that she would love him, marry him. And the way that he felt when he was with her, he'd never imagined anything like that, either. The price he'd paid for Baras' protection had always seemed so insignificant. What could it hurt to accept, if it saved his career from further damage? Now, he knew all too well exactly how that decision could destroy everything that his life had become since setting foot on the Fury.

Selirah was talking to a Moff and several ranking Sith, and he could hear her husky, amused laugh at something one of them said to her. It'd taken him a while to realize that her icily perfect Kaas City Imperial accent was practiced; a flawless imitation of the people she'd been surrounded by in the Academy on Korriban, and during her apprenticeship on Dromund Kaas. His wife was a talented mimic. She'd amused the crew often with her mocking impressions of stuffy officials on the various worlds they'd been sent to on her Master's errands, but now he knew that she'd developed the skill as a defense, so that she would fit in to the stratosphere she now occupied. He'd been guilty of judging her based on her species at first.. there was no point in pretending that he hadn't. It was just another moment of shame that he'd buried as deeply as possible, even though he was sure that she knew what he'd thought of her in those early days.

His face must have given away something of his thoughts. A crimson-skinned hand touched his arm, fingers resting lightly on the fabric of his dress uniform's sleeve. “A credit for your thoughts, Malavai?” she asked in a quiet tone meant for only his ears.

“They are hardly worth that much, my lord,” Quinn answered, his guilt evaporating under the warmth of her smile. “You are overpaying.”

Selirah shook her head in playful refusal, her lekku gracefully shifting down her back with the movement. “You are here in your capacity as -husband- and guest, Malavai, not as an officer. I forbid another 'my lord' from leaving your lips for the rest of the evening. There are far better uses for them, in my opinion.” Her eyes caught the flush of color rising in his pale cheeks, and she laughed delightedly at the sight of his obvious chagrin over the slip and her flirtatious response before leading him to a quiet area at the side of the room. “I will count each and every transgression, I assure you.”

Daring greatly, Quinn drew Selirah closer to him, watching her violet gaze lift to meet his eyes. Her smile softened affectionately, and he cupped her face with his hand, regretting the necessity of gloves when he wanted so badly to feel her skin against his. “You look beautiful,” he told her, then added with a sly smile, “my lord.” He watched the laughter fill Selirah's eyes at his final words, and ignored the elite surroundings and powerful party guests in favor of kissing his wife with all the passion that he felt for her.

Decorum could wait.

[briarfox13]

I realised recently that I didn’t have any art what so ever of my latest Shepard, Deidre and her love Thane!!!

@soddingcloudgazer came to the rescue and very nicely allowed me to commission her, and gosh just look how serene they are <3 They look so at peace, happy and in love, I could cry <3 Especially since their’s is such a sad story *sob*

Thank you so much for bringing them to life!! They look absolutely perfect <3 And one day I hope to commission you again =)

[honekitteh]

I am so excited to show off the commission I just got from @soddingcloudgazer.  I love it so much!

Most of my more eloquent words of thanks have been muddled into squeals of glee and may have to wait til I’ve had my morning caffeine.  

So happy with how this turned out.  Thank you so much!

[lesbrarians]

MY BOYS!!!!!! ASSHOLES IN LOVE!!!!

well. one twelve-year-old asshole and a tired five hundred year krogan who puts up with way too much shit in the name of love.

i commissioned @soddingcloudgazer to draw my trash son kiran lau and his besotted boyfriend brand aka babyface and i haven’t stopped looking at this since i got it, it is SO BEAUTIFUL oh my god. guys. go commission her. i promise you it is worth it, like JUST LOOK AT THIS!!!! FUCKING STUNNING!!!!!