#valkyriesweek

My first ever commission of my most favorite ladies! Happy Valkyrie Appreciation Week! 🩵💙💜

Thank you @valkyrieappreciationweek for hosting this amazing event for my favorite SJM friendship group!! I’m so glad I got to participate.

I am obsessed with how these portraits turned out. @ghosted_ivy brought all three of them to life even better than I could have imagined.

Characters belong to Sarah J Maas.

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AC: ghosted_ivy on IG

“I look horrible in that dress and you know it, Nesta!” Gwyn called out from the bathroom. “Just help me find something — ow, Em!”

Emerie was in the bathroom doing something with Gwyn’s hair, trying to coax Gwyn’s normally straight locks into something…. well, less straight. Nesta supposed Emerie had given up on coaxing and had gone straight into forcing territory.

“Stop moving so much,” Emerie demanded. “Just stay still, dammit!”

Nesta snickered under her breath as she continued looking through clothes. Gwyn had decided on a cute green dress before deciding she actually hated it, so it seemed best to stay away from the color. Maybe something blue, to match her eyes? Or perhaps black, to match what Emerie and Nesta already had on.

Nesta pulled a couple of dresses and returned to the bathroom, watching as Emerie placed the final clip onto Gwyn’s head. Emerie had managed to get Gwyn’s hair into pin curls and began spraying hairspray rather liberally in the hopes that the curls would set.

“I found a couple of things,” Nesta said once she’d finished coughing up a lung from the smell of hairspray. “I think you should go with the black one, but it’s your birthday so it’s up to you.”

“Go with the black,” Emerie said from over Gwyn’s shoulder. “You always look good in black.”

“Okay, okay,” Gwyn said, chuckling. “I’ll go with that one.”

Nesta turned towards the mirror to finish touching up her own makeup while Gwyn walked into her bedroom to change. Emerie was fiddling with her own hair now, using a brush to smooth back her thick hair into a high ponytail.

“Have you seen my eyeliner?” Nesta asked while she blended out her eyeshadow. Emerie handed it over and went back to her hair, Nesta murmuring her thanks while she leaned close to the mirror.

“Gwyn, Nesta needs your help with her lashes!” Emerie said loudly.

If there was one thing Nesta was terrible at, it was applying her own fake lashes. She just couldn’t seem to get them to sit properly on her eyes, but Gwyn was a natural at it, so she’d long given up on trying to apply them on her own. Emerie moved out of the way so Nesta could close the toilet seat and sit down on it while she waited for Gwyn.

Nesta and Emerie both looked over and grinned widely as Gwyn came back into the bathroom. The black dress was tight in all the right places and would make her bright hair stand out even more than usual, perfect for a night where all the attention would be on her anyways.

“You look hot,” Emerie said, nodding in approval. “The lesbian community thanks you for your service.”

“As does the bisexual community,” Nesta added. Emerie reached out for a high five and they both laughed as they slapped their hands together.

“You don’t think it’s too much, do you?” Gwyn asked nervously. She walked over next to Emerie and examined herself in the mirror, turning to look at the dress from various angles.

“It’s your birthday. You should be doing too much,” Emerie replied.

“You’re right,” Gwyn said decisively. She reached over to grab the eyelash glue and a pair of tweezers before walking over to Nesta. “Close your eyes.”

Ten minutes later everyone was finally ready to go. Nesta had stolen a pair of shoes from Gwyn’s closet and promised to return them, while Emerie wore the shoes Nesta was originally going to wear. Gwyn looked absolutely stunning with her hair down and her heels on, and Nesta knew there was no way any of them were paying for drinks tonight.

“To Gwyn, the girl with endless beauty and ridiculous brains,” Emerie toasted, holding up her shot glass. The three of them had decided to take a drink before heading out, knowing they would need it to help stay warm. Gwyn had pulled out shot glasses with a pegasus on each one, which earned a laugh from everyone.

“To Gwyn,” Nesta repeated. She held up her shot glass and looked over at her friends with a smile. “To another year of life and crazy ass shenanigans. We love you.”