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🧜🏽♀️ MERMAYPALOOZA! 🧜🏼
Requested by: @joasakura
(Not me having a little fun with foreshortened poses...)
Lionfish!Tsedi is very pretty, but that smile is also the last thing a certain number of beings ever see... 💀
(Detail snippet below, link to full 2k render under the cut!)
Jinana’s Birthday Renderpalooza!
Requested by: @joasakura
Tsedi and Courtesan!Jinana in some of the most cyberslutty outfits in my library. 😁
Join The Morale Corps!
The Courtesan and the Knight of The First Flower share a little bathtime relaxation, with refreshing glasses of loquat juice to hand.
Link to full version under the cut! Tsedi and the Knight of Heriox universe belong to @joasakura 💙
Sleep prompt 41 if you have the desire ;)
[Sleepy Prompts]
41. “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”
The flowers produced by the Garden are no fragile hothouse blooms. They may appear delicate - the humans in particular lacking great stature, a tough hide, or an armored exoskeleton - but they must possess strength, determination and resourcefulness beyond most of their species.
These qualities are frequently put to the test.
The place where they have holed up isn't much - some kind of alcove coming off of an abandoned maintenance tunnel - but it is defensible, and just the place to wait it out until extraction.
This damned artifact had better be worth it, Jinana thinks.
Tsedi's breathing is a touch labored; his resources are low. Between the two of them, he's been healed enough not to bleed out (or give away their location with a trail of scarlet human blood), but he took some serious hits in the last skirmish.
Jinana looks him over with a practiced eye. At least one rib is probably still cracked - not enough to be a danger, plenty enough to hurt like hell. But more than that, he's just plain exhausted. Hir own energy reserves are not faring all that much better; physically, however, s/he bears nothing more than a few scuffs and bruises.
S/he thumbs a nearly-invisible pocket of hir suit, producing a feather-light reflective emergency blanket, spreading the crinkling film over him - blood loss will make thermoregulation more difficult.
He starts to mutter some protest, wincing as he attempts to rise.
"Stay where you are. You can't hide how bad you're hurting, not from me." Jinana touches a fingertip to the energy center just above and between his brows, rationing out a precious bit of hir own power in an attempt to relax him.
"Rest now, Tse'. I'll take watch."
"But you aren't -" he begins, only to be shushed.
"I'm no Knight, no. But I still know a dozen ways to put any sapient race out of commission with my bare hands." S/he smiles. "Sleep. I'll keep you safe. I'll keep us both safe until extraction."
A2 Jinana and Tsedi JUDGING the shit out of someone in the sexiest way possible XD
[ Renderpalooza! ]
"Those tusk-rings with that outfit? Oh dear... I think I detect a terminal lack of swag, Brother."
It was super fun to make Courtesan Jinana and place hir in Tsedi's natural habitat! Clearly they are attending some official function, in uniform. 😆
(link to full size under the cut!)
Progress, now with a decorative Tsedi 🤗
Posing is only half the battle; still got lots of shader and prop work left to do! The lotuses will be translucent with glowing centers, the pool has a glowing bottom that doesn’t show in the Viewport, and the floor has a high-tech tiling pattern that also glows a bit. The Future is G L O W I N G
I just love casual, comfortable nudity, ok
(Tsedi, of course, belongs to @joasakura!)
🎭😅
Send 🎭 and I will create a moodboard of our muses relationship
Tsedi and Jinana, AKA Peacock Hair Squad:
💃🏻➡ ;)
[ V-Day Asks ]
💃🏻➡ to ask for a dance
"Everything's going great, Jin. The place is packed. Your people are all doing their jobs. You should relax a little, while you can."
"Isn't that my line, Tse'?" Jinana smirks at the chevalier over the rim of hir drink. The bawdily-named "Hexen Lover" has proved a hit - three distinct layers of liqueurs, served with a lychee-jelly 'egg' which releases its own payload of high-proof spirits when dropped into the drink.
Tsedi is right, though. Every floor of Carapace is filled to capacity; they can only let more customers in as others leave. Jinana's fleet of highly-trained courtesans are hard at work, plying the lonely - or merely the horny - with specialty drinks and sensual treats. There will no doubt be weeks of data-collation after this.
This floor, the topmost open to patrons, is Carapace's most exclusive. Beauteous courtesans of every species stalk past wearing the sky-high footwear or other accessories that mark their role, all in elegant diaphanous silks with the signature sheen of a beetle's wing. The elevated glazium dance floor is filled with swirling lights that pulse with the beat of the music. Currently, someone's very inebriated underhusband seems to be either performing a mating dance of some sort, or acting out a battle. Other dancers edge around the large Imperiati, wary of being crushed.
Tsedi drains the last of his drink, a twinkle in his dark eyes. "What do you say we show these fools some real dancing, Jin?"
Jinana laughs, tipping hir own glass back to finish it off. S/he catches the eye of one of hir human courtesans, indicating the dance floor with a tilt of hir head. Immediately, several of them converge on the drunken Imperiati, coaxing him down from the stage and back to a booth to be petted and cooed over (and possibly anesthetized, should he prove too troublesome).
"Let's."
The other dancers make way - respectfully now, rather than in fear for the integrity of their toes - as the two step onto the stage.
Outwardly, this would seem to be a performance of high-ranking Courtesans for the entertainment of the patrons. Only the two of them know the truth - two Flowers from the same Garden, carefully cultivated to their respective roles. They move across the stage in perfect unison, laughing, with the languid grace of trained dancers... or trained killers.
There few indeed who can tell the difference.
