Jul 8, 2025
talking about presents... Among a whole portfolio of Rlainarin art I made for the superb @priscellie was this little and slightly spicy continuation of this mate form comic I made some time ago. :D ID in alt by @priscellie
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talking about presents... Among a whole portfolio of Rlainarin art I made for the superb @priscellie was this little and slightly spicy continuation of this mate form comic I made some time ago. :D ID in alt by @priscellie
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Day 5: Hands for holding
Rated Mature, Eshonai/Bila, ace!Eshonai
Eshonai emerged from the storm as a new woman, her heart as light as a leaf, her legs running like a river through the chasms. She jumped and whooped as she ran, hearing the echoes of her voice reverberate across the plateaus like an embrace being returned.
She felt so alive!
Eshonai attracted giggling windspren as she ran, her soft feet flapping against the wet stone. The Rhythm of Excitement thrummed under her skin, keeping the beat alongside the thwaps of her hairstrands flapping against her back, the hah-hahs of her panting breaths, and the whip-whipping of wet fabric. She jumped, landing square in the middle of a big puddle, and laughed as the sunlight cast the splash into hundreds of little sparkling gems.
Just as they’d planned, a figure waved at her from the edge of the closest plateau to the city. Bila hefted a large bag over her shoulder. “I brought dinner!” she called, jumping and grinning.
Eshonai waved back eagerly as she ran, thinking of all the things she’d like to do with Bila. After Eshonai had confessed the disaster she’d had in mateform with Rlain, Bila had convinced her to try mateform again, this time with a female. And of course, given that Bila was inclined to both males and females, and she was one of Eshonai’s closest friends, it seemed like a natural pairing.
“You look absolutely delectable!” Bila said to Appreciation as Eshonai finally met up with her. They began walking together back to the mateform apartments, skirting the outside edge of town so as not to bother anyone else.
“Shut up,” Eshonai said to Amusement. “I forgot how energetic I feel in mateform. And how hungry. What do you have in there, anyway?”
Bila twisted her pack away from Eshonai. “It’s mostly blankets and pillows, but I promise there's food too. We can check it out after we mate. I’ve been saving myself all day, and I cannot wait to get my mouth on you!”
The first reaction Eshonai had was Ew.
Oh no, that’s not what I’m supposed to feel… It was happening again.
Bila kept talking, heedless of Eshonai’s reaction. “Your boobs and belly are so fat in this form, I am physically restraining myself from touching them right now. And you’re still so tall! And your lips look incredible. Eshonai, Thude taught me a place I can touch on your ass, you are going to love it. We can shower in the fountain after. Oh! And Brianlia is in mateform too, I saw her when I was choosing our spot today, if you want to take things a little further…”
But Eshonai didn’t hear any of it. Her thoughts spun away like an errant wind. Mouths are for eating, talking, laughing. Hands are for holding, carrying, climbing. Asses are for sitting, jumping, running.
I want to use my eyes to see all the different kinds of greens in the chasms.
I want to use my fingertips to dig in the crem for haspers.
I want to hear the wind blowing through newly-discovered forests...
“...Eshonai?”
She realized she’d reached the door of the apartment, but she couldn’t bring herself to go inside. Inside was the opposite of what she wanted.
Eshonai sighed. “Look, Bila…” she said to Consolation.
Bila’s face softened. “Really? Not females either?”
Eshonai shook her head, feeling vaguely ashamed.
“Well, good thing I planned for this contingency too,” Bila said, and dug into her pack, pulling out another, smaller sack. “Here’s dinner for one and a towel. Go on. I can always play with Brianlia.”
“I…really?” Eshonai blinked.
“Don’t insult my intelligence, Eshonai,” Bila said, waggling her finger at Eshonai as if she were a child. “You begged me for my help and then you dragged your feet every step along the way. I may be in mateform but I’m not an idiot. You have your answer, you silly scholar. You’ve proven your point. Now go fuck the sky like you really want.”
Bila's words hit like a bucket of stormwater, but her smile was warm. Eshonai supposed there were worse ways to find out she wasn’t interested in females either. Humming to Consolation, she accepted the sack, dug in it for a snack, then slung it over her shoulder. “It’s not you, I promise,” she said, trying to think of something nice to say.
“Oh, I know,” Bila said to Confidence. “If I can’t do it for you, then no one can.”
They laughed together to Peace, and Eshonai felt a weight leave her. Taking a bite of her food, she turned away, walking into the sun.
This is what my hands should be holding, she thought, feeling the scratchiness of the bag against her skin. For better or for worse, even in mateform she preferred the caress of the sun to the caress of another listener.
Her heart felt light again, and she attuned the Rhythm of Joy as she walked, her clothes and skin drying in the sunlight. Maybe this wouldn't be a total disaster.
Happy Valentines Day!
Okay okay I haven't seen anyone else talking about it, but did you see that throw away line where rlain goes "when I entered mateform things went a little differently then expected" (or close enough). That's intriguing
yes!!!! i!!! remember!!! i found that interesting and was thinking abt it, but it promptly got beaten out of my mind to make room for all the shit that was going down in every second of this book.
ok so i have a few theories:
he’s ace (this has a bunch of weird implications abt the listeners’ sexuality and mateform and shit basically if this were true we’d have that listeners do have sexual attraction like humans, but they only activate in mate form. so by default they’re all ace, except they have another sexuality that activates in mateform, but his is also ace)
his first time was realistically awkward/embarassing
he’s gay and did not realize until he entered mateform with some femalen listener and things did not happen because he was now sexually attracted to listeners, but only malen ones.
Eshonai: Look at those poor, formless humans. Always distracted by their urge to mate.
Jasnah: I know, right?
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This time it is Rlain's turn to gaze. :D There's a reason mateform makes you unfocused. Here is Renarin looking back
ID: The first image features Renarin through Rlain's loving eyes. In all, Renarin glimmers with handsomespren. In none of them is Renarin looking back at us. They paint a beautiful vision of being in love with a man who prefers not to make a lot of eye contact. In the first drawing, Renarin looks out from a slightly ducked posture, his attention focused elsewhere and his expression privately delighted, as if he'd just thought of something wickedly clever that he hasn't yet shared. The light catches his features in an alluring way, and the viewer knows exactly what Rlain loves about his boyfriend's brilliant mind. In the second drawing, Renarin looks out into the middle distance, his expression serious and emotionally neutral, but somehow weighted with responsibility. His wide Blackthorn jaw seems slightly clenched, but unconsciously. His collar is tantalizingly open, allowing Rlain to enjoy the elegant length of his neck and that secret hollow of his throat. In the third sketch, Renarin is seen from above. He's leaning back in a chair, his head resting comfortably and uninhibitedly, supported by the chair's curved back. He's looking in the opposite direction from the viewer, but he smiles with teeth. His collar is wide open, and he looks so comfortable in his own skin. Like, he's so completely relaxed, so uninhibited, like sharing his personal space bubble and his body with Rlain is effortless. In the fourth sketch, Renarin stands across the room, about twenty feet away. His weight is subtly on his back foot to compensate as he holds up at an arm's length an impeccably pressed, regal knee-length Kholin jacket. In his other hand, he holds his shorter Bridge Four jacket, in a way that will keep the collar from being creased. He's wearing an undershirt that my heart knows was custom made for his measurements with a pair of pants with a line of coy, delicate little buttons down the split in his lower pants leg, from knee to lower calf. The split shows a tantalizing sliver of calf, and he doesn't even realize how handsome he is. His pants make his butt a little flat, but we all must cope with devastating trials in this mortal realm. He has elegantly boned feet and there's a slim musculature behind his leanness now, and isn't that all that really matters in this universe? Rlain thinks so. In the fifth drawing, Renarin leans over a few scribbled pages, one hand pointed outward as it presses flat against the table. He seems deep in conversation with Glys, attention focused inward as he focused on the complexities of a mystery. He's wearing a buttoned-down version of a fancier outfit: a tailored cross-body vest that emphasizes the slimness and sleekness of his build. and matching trousers. Beneath that is a button-up shirt with an open collar and rolled-up sleeves, because Marie loves us and she wants us to be happy. The second image, at the top right, is a very cartoonishly minimalistic and humorously stylized illustration of mateform Rlain standing with absolutely zero chill, his arms crossed in a way he wants you to think is relaxed, but clearly isn't relaxed at all. He's staring forward and sweating, the words "Trying very hard to concentrate." snaking around his head. He's also wearing a very wide open collar in harmony with his stouter overall physique. He also has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, because everyone deserves to see their favorite forearm circumference represented in media. 3 and 4 are a trio of very quick and sketchy but also ADORABLE illustrations, Rlain grabs a surprised Renarin's vest front, which draws a deep blush and a very enthusiastic and eager little grin. Surprises are not always great, but he's 100% down with this one! They meet in a kiss, craning over the table between them, Rlain's hand still clutching a fistful of Renarin's vest and Renarin reciprocating with passion, cradling the back of Rlain's neck with one hand, one finger running up the bare skin where neck meets skull. Passionspren fall thickly around them.
Mateform Sooo, like i wrote under the last post, I‘ve been thinking about what kind of a dynamic Renarin and Rlain would have. Since there are comparatively few PoV‘s yet for them in the books so far, I ended up scripting out some scenes and just went with drawing this one. From a speculative point in the future of the story with their relationship being already pretty much established... Drawing relationships with partially ace components seems to be a theme for me this month for some reason, although I guess with this one the asexuality falls pretty much under the table, but then that is the point of mateform. Image description below:
Listeners: nimbleform, mateform and workform Still trying to get a better grip on their design, so I am going through the known forms... it is a lot of fun to come up with Listener fashion though. :D with stripes and patterned chords that might echo some of their traditional rhythms...