#tindwyl mistborn

[chamomile-tea-time]

elend: vin's not like other girls

tindwyl: no girl is like other girls it's called individuality bro

[knightsgaydiant]

Can we talk about Tindwyl for a sec? Can we talk about how she’s just like instantly “yeah, okay Elend, Vin is your non-negotiable, understood, we can make this work”? Fucking love her.

[cosmereplay]

Day 2: Please Be Gentle (rated Mature, mommy kink, age difference)

When she heard the light rapping on the door, Tindwyl knew exactly who it was.

“Come in, please,” she called out adroitly, her smooth voice covering for her racing heart.

The young woman approached gingerly. She was wearing an exquisitely feminine dress, low-cut and frilled, the type worn to a light-hearted soiree. Her blonde hair was perfect, her carefully sculpted curls showing none of the wisps or scraggles of the long day they’d both just had. 

Tindwyl smiled fondly as Allrianne stood in front of her desk, practically glowing in the lamplight. She held her dress out at the sides in preparation for a courtesy, looking so very much like a girl waiting for her mother to compliment her outfit.

Something inside Tindwyl desperately wanted to offer it, too. “I’m surprised you are not Rioting my emotions right now,” she said instead, and felt a pleasing warmth inside as Allrianne squirmed just slightly, her fingertips anxiously brushing the frills of her dress, though she managed not to fiddle. That would be unseemly.

Allrianne attempted to cover her flush with a deep and reverent courtesy, and the sight awakened something deeper in Tindwyl. “If only I knew what direction to Pull in,” the girl said softly, and looked up. Despite her shy demeanour, her eyes were searching, direct. “Did you really mean what you said, earlier today?”

For a moment, their shared gaze burned between them, Tindwyl only narrowly avoiding glancing down at Allrianne’s ample bosom. Her confusion grew as she realized she was feeling…arousal? A carnal want slithered down her spine and settled between her legs, a feeling she hadn’t known for many decades. Frightening; but she had to admit, it was also exhilarating. She decided to trust her instincts. 

“When I said you were…perfect?” Tindwyl said. She stood, then slowly stepped around the desk, evaluating the young woman’s posture, microexpressions, and eye contact. 

“Yeah. Uh, yes, I mean,” Allrianne stammered, then swallowed, looking up at Tindwyl as she drew closer. A line of sweat shone at the girl’s temple. “By the Lord Ruler, Tindwyl, I–are you tapping warmth right now?” She clasped her hands behind her back, keeping her chest thrust forward. Her posture was so good. She was such a good girl. 

That pleasure between Tindwyl’s legs pulsed as she thought those words, yet she didn’t judge herself for it. Her life had been hard, her body ravaged over and over, her children ripped from her broken heart. It was no wonder her emotions were shredded. The marvel was that her soul had seen fit to paste some of the pieces back together. What did it matter if they were pasted together in such a mélange? 

She stepped closer, then reached out, touching a fingertip under the young woman’s chin and lifting her head up. “Yes, you were perfect today. You are perfect. I do not use that word lightly, my darling,” she said, holding Allrianne’s chin while her other hand drifted to touch her curls. “Your hair, your dress, the embroidery, your makeup, all done with precision and attention to purpose. Your demeanour, though abrasive at times, shows incredible promise. You know exactly what you want, and you always get it, don’t you?” 

Allrianne’s lips twitched with a clear sense of pride and excitement, as her eyes searched hopefully back and forth, watching Tindwyl’s own.

"Spoiled," Tindwyl murmured with a smile, feeling predatory, but knowing she was Allrianne’s willing prey. She would be gentle with the girl, and for once in her life, she trusted that Allrianne would be gentle with her, too.

“I do get what I want,” Allrianne whispered with a pouty smile. “Is that…Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Tindwyl whispered back, their lips so close she could feel the heat of her breath. “Tell me what you want, darling.”

“Can I…Can I call you mommy?” 

Leaving behind the last of her propriety, Tindwyl grasped Allrianne around the waist and held her tight. She closed the space between their lips, and sealed her intentions with a passionate kiss.

[barlydoodles]

Tindwyl doodle

[sorchasolas]

*Rip Wayne you would’ve loved Bonnie and Clyde

Rip Zellion you would’ve loved avoidant attachment

Rip Tindwyl you would’ve loved (teaching) remedial courses

Rip Kelsier you would’ve loved pleading insanity in the court of law

Rip Kaladin you would’ve loved those little indoor skydiving places

Rip Adolin you would’ve HATED those little indoor skydiving places

Rip Jasnah you would’ve loved the establishment of Democracy

Rip Dalinar you would’ve HATED the establishment of Democracy

Rip Vasher you would’ve loved nihilism

[comiclysmic]

Allrianne, Vin, and Tindwyl from Well of Ascension.

I wish we got to see Vin and Allri get a little more friendly. Not because I ship them nope nuh-uh *cough*

I forgot Tindwyl has a long-ass braid so OOPS guess I'll have to draw her again oh no how terrible. 🤷‍♀️

[thestormlightnetwork]

i think “you are a fool, Elend Venture” is just white noise to Elend at this point

[qernna]

i imagine they’re dancing to “when you believe” from the prince of egypt

[zephyscosmere]

"Vin... isn't like other women." Tindwyl raised an eyebrow, her voice softening slightly. "I think that the more women you come to know, Your Majesty, the more you'll find that statement applies to all of them." - WoA chp. 20

Damn, Tindwyl out here shitting on "I'm not like other girls." What a queen.

[emrystheedgedancer]

5) My friend who knows nothing about Mistborn helped me fancast Mistborn based on my descriptions. I will be posting our picks over the next few days.

Tindwyl was a bit of a challenge but she eventually settled on Aabria Iyengar

[chamomile-tea-time]

in mistborn, keepers having special interests is so good to me. sazed getting excited when people ask about religions is so wholesome😭

[rabbitkeeper]

"No teenage girl is stable. Some are merely better at hiding it than others."

Hero of ages. pg 438

My new favorite quote

[spooky-lestibournes]

I swear if The Well of Ascension adaptation doesn't have a makeover scene with Elend and Tindwyl like an early 2010s teen movie I will riot.

[obscuremilfoff]

[titsthedamnseason]

omg. clubs 💔

[lordgolden]

nooo Brandon Sanderson don’t kill another female love interest for man pain hahaha you’re so sexy