#Ember lore drop

[catsharky]

May I ask for some details about your Tav? What do you mean by hasnt really lived as a tiefling before? Like literally has never seen another tiefling? Seems like being abducted by the mindflayers introduced major life changes to your Tav

I'm sorry this took so long to answer, but I ended up doing a whole bunch of art to answer this!

Ember has a really extensive backstory that's kind of long, but the short version of it is: she was caught in the crossfire of a deal her parents made with a devil. They couldn't have a child of their own because her mother was too severely ill, so they made the deal in the hopes of returning her health and along with it the ability to bear children. Unfortunately devil deals being what they are, they ended up with Ember who the devil stole from her birth parents.

Her mom was a high elf and her dad a half-elf, and her mom's side of the family were quite vocally anti-Tiefling. Because of her mother's health problems, however, they couldn't just sever contact with her parents because they relied on their money to cover the cost of healers, expensive potion ingredients and the like. They couldn't be trusted not to be a threat to Ember though, so the decision was made to disguise her as their biological daughter throughout her childhood.

Here's an age chart!

As a result, Ember didn't even know she was a Tiefling until she was around 4 or 5, when she began to present as a sorcerer and accidentally undid the disguise spell (she ends up a bard thanks to her mom, but her control of magic comes from sorcery).

Before the events of the game, the most time she ever spent as a Tiefling was when she was 13- when her mom died and her dad disappeared, the disguise spell having relied on her mum's magic. She went through hell for a while after that and as soon as she could learn how to cast the spell herself, she jumped at the chance and went back to living as her old half-elf self. So when she gets taken by the Nautiloid, it's her being forced to actually live as her real self and as a Tiefling for the first time. As a result she doesn't have great control over her tail, because she's just straight up not used to having one.

She also spends a lot of Act 1 jumpscaring herself whenever she walks by a mirror lmao.

I do plan to do some comics that are set earlier in the game at some point, and those ones will explore more of her backstory. What I've done so far has just happened to be set in Act 3, after she's already sorted a lot of her shit out. I just have no idea when that'll actually be!

#rhubarbtonapalooza #sharky speaks #I could go on pretty much forever about Ember's backstory if I let myself #So please feel free to ask more questions about her please enable me #I tried to write her with the same level of complexity as the other companions including Durge #so she has a full character arc and side quest that resolves in Act 3 #but I wrote the main stuff out in bullet points once and it ended up being 1.5k words #so there's a reason I can't just lay it all out in one go #I'd end up with Do You Love the Colour of the Ember Lore #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #my tav #sharky's tav #tav: ember #oc: ember #Ember lore drop #sharky art

[savetheamazingcakes]

Introducing Oliver and Seraphim! Immortal besties.

They go by any pronoun. Because I keep changing them around subconsciously so now I'm sticking to it. Also I believe in immortals who just stopped caring about gender.

Okay so Oliver is ROUGHLY an axolotl. There's a lot of lore to explain that one. But he was almost executed at one point so his head just kinda... falls off sometimes. He can still move his body independently from his head, though!

LORE JUMPSCARE (old art tho)

I love embers. They are my favorite creatures. I made their design... roughly off of ranboo fanart I saw one time (or rather, their head only) but shhhh. The general rules and how they are and stuff is from my own head, though! :D

#embers #arteni #that's the name of my little fantasy world #I will drop so much lore it isn't funny #Oliver #seraphim #but not the angel kind

[taming-hellfire]

thinking about how gale got his darkness again

#lore drop // writing #gale // dying embers

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

ot8/multiple members

♤ in the same class as ateez by @essenteez

◇ murphy's law by @atzfilm

alien!ateez, soulmate au

♧ into the aurora by @honeyhotteoks

idol!ateez x non-idol!reader

☆ inception by @remedyx

dragon!ateez, kings!ateez

♤ hotel california + paradise gardens by @mint-yooxgi

demon!ateez, yandere, supernatural au

◇ morning mist by @mint-yooxgi

dragon au, fated lovers

♧ deep down. by @seventhcallisto

a/b/o, idol au, 9th member au

☆ in love and lore by @shadowynn

demon!ateez, soulmates au, supernatural au

♤ dew drops at dawn by @sunmoonjune

demon!ateez, soulmates

◇ breed by @sanjoongie

alien!ateez, sexual experiments

♧ oh my *** by @ohmyamor

guardian angel!ateez

☆ first flight to hong kong by @byuntrash101

flight attendant!reader, kind of sex work, since reader gets paid

♤ circus by @lani-heart

hybrid!ateez, writer!journalist!reader

◇ wider by @seventhcallisto

9th member au, bf!ateez

♧ the best friend's code by @tenelkadjowrites

hongjoong, seonghwa x reader, best friends to lovers

☆ we ransacked the city by @tenelkadjowrites

hongjoong, seonghwa x reader, rich kids au, menaces to society united

♤ be the light by @written-in-flowers

seonghwa, hongjoong x reader, historical au, royalty au

◇ sex and embers and frost by @sanjoongie

dragon!seonghwa, san x bunny!reader

♧ between friends by @anyamaris

seonghwa, hongjoong x reader, best friends au

☆ my filthy boy by @potatomountain

bf!woo x reader x witch/hybrid!ateez, coven shenanigans

♤ compromise by @cyberpxnk

bf!seonghwa x reader x footballer!yunho, infidelity with a twist

◇ it's you by @holybibly

best friends to lovers, threesome

♧ sharing is caring by @ja3hwa

seonghwa, hongjoong, san x reader

☆ ateez as royals who fall for you (hyung line) + (maknae line) by @eightmakesonebraincell

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

hongjoong x san x chan x hyunjin x juyeon x reader

kim hongjoong

◇ red by @nateezfics

established relationship, public sex, bathroom sex

♧ forbidden fruit by @nateezfics

greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong

☆ deal by @hongism

roommates to lovers, sassy joong

♤ marigold by @yoongiseesawmp3

frat boy!hongjoong, best friends to lovers

◇ tell me to stop by @tenelkadjowrites

best friends to lovers

♧ declaration by @tenelkadjowrites

virgin!hongjoong, roommates to lovers

☆ shells by @last-words-ofashootingstar

mermaid!hongjoong, yandere

♤ project d by @setsugekka

exes to lovers, infidelity, racing au

◇ off the table by @setsugekka

established relationship, morning sex

♧ the dressing room by @imaginidol

idol!hongjoong, best friends to fucking (?) for "stress relief"

☆ paint me yours by @moonseonghwa

artist!hongjoong, fwb au

♤ ohmami by @bambikisss

bad boy!hongjoong, racer au (mentioned), best friends to lovers

◇ hideaway by @minisugakoobies

stoner!frat boy!hongjoong, strangers to lovers

♧ what lies beneath by @noramoons

siren!hongjoong, a little angsty but wholesome

park seonghwa

☆ better check twice by @essenteez

accidental nude au, brother's best friend!seonghwa

♤ attention by @tenelkadjowrites

camboy!seonghwa x inexperienced reader

◇ essence by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

siren!seonghwa, dark, yandere, mommy!seonghwa

♧ the thing about pretty boys by @wonusite

friends to lovers, seonghwa proving he got it

ATEEZ rec list pt.2 BTS, TxT, Stray Kids, Seventeen, NCT rec list

#ateez fic recs #kpop fic recs #ateez fic #ot8 x reader #hongjoong fic #hongjoong smut #hongjoong fluff #seonghwa fic #seonghwa smut #seonghwa fluff #yunho fic #yunho smut #yunho fluff #yeosang fic #yeosang smut #yeosang fluff #yeosang angst #san fic #san smut #san fluff #mingi fic #mingi smut #mingi fluff #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung fic #wooyoung smut #poly ateez

[emsartwork]

ALL OF DAPHNE'S TRANSFORMATIONS. INCLUDING UPDATED NYMPHIX.

Previously Fairy of the Dragon Flame now Fairy of Embers. She doesn't have any transformations others than these because she was fast tracked into the nymphix path, and unlike the winx the majority of fairies don't pursue additional transformations past enchantix. (i think Daphne would be interested in Dreamix tho, so maybe I'll draw that eventually.

Her major color shifted after dying and being revived, which is shown in her winx and enchantix.

other lore and design notes below!

I changed her major color from orange/yellow to more of a teal/green because. she just doesn't look good in yellow I'm sorry I really tried but it wasn't working. Also little updates to her hair color, nothing huge tho. Daphne's primary motifs are a branching "Y" shape and a double oval/tear drop. She's a pants when possible girlie and a one set winger(yes her nymphix looks like it have multiple wings but they all merge into one stem on each side) . Her scars from her Sirenix being ripped out of her caused her winx/enchantix to change a little to cover them(mostly seen in the arms) due to insecurity. Her Dryadix/nymphix flower is a daffodil! because pun Daph-Daff, and Daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings (also creativity, energy, resilience, forgiveness and vitality). Her Harpix wings aren't super specificly patterned, but she has darting wings common in small song and seed birds (robins, finches, brown birds etc.) the coloring is referential of a Shrike (also called a Butcher Bird), because Daphne was. incredibly dangerous and if she had sided with the ancestral probably would have been given a moniker similar to Butcher of Domino or Daphne the Slaughterer. (some people do call her these but its mostly among people who dislike Domino/The Royal Family.)

Lore! Daphne doesn't have a great sense of self, she was planned as a necessary successor to Marion/the dragon flame in a period as the ancestral witches were escalating their attacks and search for the dragon flame. Bloom was a back up baby in case both Daphne and Marion got dead and basically worked as intended haha. Daphne was also much more publicly involved in the kingdom than many of the other royals in winx (Stella, Aisha, Krystal and even Galatea to an extent all had rather sheltered upbringings) in a way Daphne is much more like Sky and Thoren in the since that none of them really had the space to develop their own personality outside of their familial duty.

Daphne's 1st winx and enchantixes are as direct a copy of her mom's Enchantix as you can get with transformations, right down to the more greenish tint of her major color. Growing up Marion used her fairy form liberally, so that, combined with being the next Dragon Flame holder left a deep impact on Daphne's subconscious. Daphne was also heavily influenced by Faragonda during her Alfea and Nymphix Quest years, but since she was older this isn't as deep an influence. After being revived, Daphne's years of defining herself as her connection to Bloom causes her major color to shift more blue in response to her trauma. Daphne is slowly starting to develop a sense of self outside of her titles/connections but it's unlikely her major color will shift again unless she has another major trauma.

(for the record the Winx do have trauma over the timeline I have laid out that would potentially cause their major colors to shift but I didn't do that for a couple reasons 1, their colors are iconic and make them easily recognizable as characters; 2, I'm a tired bitch. )

#winx #winxems #winx club #winx daphne #enchantix #harmonix #sirenix #dryadix #harpix #coatlnix #nymphix #DONT look at these too closely the line art and some coloring is a mess i got sick of them half way through #Fairy of embers title subject to change but i like it for now #something about Daphne is so wrong I want to put her in a jar and study her <3

[lumierexfics]

Hi! Would you be comfortable doing "your hands are cold" + praise kink mixtober prompt for Ithaqua? Some fluff and smut if you get what I mean ^^

● LIVESTREAM NAME : You lay upon my pillow, you open like a flower

description log : Being forced to pick up mushrooms goes unexpectedly wrong in the ‘deadly’ woods.

USERS : Nightwatch (Ithaqua), Reader

❗️❗️CONTENT WARNINGS : MDNI 18+, Praise Kink, Canon-ish lore, Accusations/references to demons, Hitting someone with a basket, Smut, Implied Established yet hidden relationship, and Implied Murder.❗️❗️

A failed harvest for the village and your body ached from standing in the snow. Desperately trying to warm them on the remnants of the burnt wood that still held embers. It would be a sore miracle if the Norwell family hadn’t accused you of being the next blasphemous witch but the others in the servants quarters thought otherwise; believing that you were a demon reincarnate.

Unfortunately, you had been sent to gather these mysterious mushrooms that specifically grew in the deadly woods that had taken the lives of many villagers.

“Lord/Lady [Name],” you muttered to yourself. “Isn’t it far too late to scavenge these mushrooms?”

Your hands tightly wrapped around your forearms, trembling with each step. The cold airbrushed into your thin clothes while stepping through the snow covered terrain, tightly clutching the empty basket while another trembling hand held a lantern.

Your eyes looked down to where these supposed mushrooms were supposed to be at only to see that someone must’ve plucked them before you were forced to get them. Whistling wind flew past your ears as you begrudgingly made your way back but right when you turned around to see a fellow villager.

“Cursed blood,” they cried. “Scavenging for your wicked remedies that aid you while the village suffers!”

“I was only ordered to scavenge these mushrooms!” You struggled to wriggle out of their grasp. “You must have confused me! I have done nothing wrong!”

“Wrong?” They scoffed, grip tightened and seemingly pulled your arm forward, causing you to drop your lantern. “Everyone knows that you’re fornicating with the beast that lives in these woods.”

Hearing the sizzle of the candle slowly dying out. Yet somehow you managed to swing your hand that held the empty basket; repeatedly on their head till they managed to loosen their grip.

The crunching underneath your shoes seemed to sound louder and louder with each step and your lungs ached with each breath. Whistling wind grew harsher and harsher with each step till your legs tightened, utterly refusing to move causing you to fall into the fresh snow. Your body ached almost becoming one with the snow while new snow had quickly fallen onto your body; the sound of a scream seemed so far away while the crunching of snow grew closer and closer. It was true that you had laid in the same bed with the ‘beast’ that lived in snow covered woods but he had been so gentle with you.

You slowly came to feel the warmth of a freshly burnt firewood and the familiar embrace of him, Ithaqua. He always wore his mask but you didn’t mind it. Your face was buried in his chest while yours and his body were interwoven with each other; fitting perfectly to each other. His mask was slightly lifted up to reveal his lips as his hands cupped yours, desperately trying to warm them.

“Your hands are still cold,” he said.

He blew his breath into the cocoon of his hands that held yours.

“Ithaqua,” you murmured, softly.

Ithaqua’s mask rubbed on your cheek and his hands caressed your face.

“Would you like to be more warm, my sweet?” He asked, his voice held a familiar tone of desire. “I can bring warmth to your frozen body if you desire it.”

“Yes.” You answered him, clearing your throat to sound more louder.

You could tell that he was smiling from underneath his mask. You barely noticed that you both were in your underwear as his chest was now touching your back while his hands carefully separated your trembling legs; just as he did many times before. His hand glided over your underwear, playfully rubbing your moist crotch and his fingertips teetered on your inner thighs causing a soft gasp erupt from your throat.

“Come on, my sweet,” he whispered. “I don’t cover your mouth then I won’t know how to warm you up.”

Ithaqua watched you slowly move your hand off of your lips as his hands caressed your body with such gentleness while carefully parting your legs open once more after they had shut.

“My sweet,” he whispered, softly. “So magnificent for me.”

He carefully himself nuzzled between your legs, your eyes watered; feeling him. As his warm hands continued to wipe away the tears that dribbled down your eyes while soft praises were whispered in your ears.

“Look at how good you’re taking me, my sweet,” he whispered, kissing on your neck.

He continued to watch you unravel even more; such beauty in pleasure. Ithaqua’s hands remained on your hips, helping your tired hips to match his overwhelming pace that unraveled you further down in the spiral of pleasure. He continued his pace as he long forgot the amount of rounds you’ve both had been through, hearing your voice almost strangled but it still remained as a melody to him while the only noise echoing through the small cottage; wet smacking and the soft crackling of firewood. He held your hands, expecting them to feel cold but finally they were now warm.

“Your hands are still cold, my sweet,” he lied.

#identity v x reader #idv ithaqua x reader #identity v Nightwatch x reader smut #idv smut #idv nightwatch x reader smut #identity v x you #identity v x reader smut #identity v ithaqua x reader #ithaqua x reader #Nightwatch x reader #still idk how to write smut

[massiveobservabletidalwave]

Anyone saying the live adaptation of ATLA was bad, does not remember the series well and/or does not understand how adaptation from cartoon to live action has to function. Is it identical to the original? No. Should it be? No. It's called adaptation not remake/remaster, dummies. I loved shifting more of the Zuko/Iroh relationship earlier and to the forefront. Y'all do not remember Iroh well from season 1. His ass got a whole retcon/rewrite to gloss over the very anime trope of "gluttonous pervy old man" to "talented and emotional statesman who is playing a role". THAT is this Iroh, just from the start.

Is the series "darker"? Yes. Is it ANY different from the darkness of the original? Nope, we just freak out watching real people burn to death. Because yeah a FUCKTON of people burned to death and most of the characters are orphaned, lost one parent, or were traumatized by their parents (or all three Zuko you over achiever). If you just now realized that or disagree, go rewatch the series. The message was always "the world is bleak but the youth will always fight for a better one, so we should listen and help them". In what way was that altered?

Oh you didn't get to see the canyon crawlers or elephant seal riding?? Ooooh poor baby, you miss the filler arcs. Yup, they were fun episodes, but they were very much episodes about teaching little kids morality. That's not this show. It is clearly geared towards an older audience. I am rewatching the ATLA cartoon and I skimmed most of season one, watching it but doing other stuff, because it was a bunch of filler. And the live action literally name drops that those things happen!!!! They just do not have the time or inclination to make a shot-for-shot live action remake. Because that's not what this is. Again, ADAPTATION.

It is more blatant about the message now, and somehow y'all still missed it. It added more lore from the books, cooler fights, more spirit world, more relationship movement. All the things from the original, just moved up a season. Which, my sweet ding dongs, will mean MORE OF THE SEASON 2 AND 3 CAN BE DONE SHOT FOR SHOT. Starting emotional arcs sooner rather than later could mean we get more later, when there is less filler! We could get the swamp benders episode in full. We could get the entire wrestling match. Hama. Boiling Rock. EMBER ISLAND PLAYERS. We could get everything! Yeah I could be wrong, but I could be right. And isn't the god damn Jeezy creezy point of the show that it's not all bad? To find the good?

In closing, any adaptation that gives me this June, Azula, Kyoshi, and the hottest tribe ever (how is everyone on the water tribe so attractive?!?!?) is not bad in my eyes. The acting was great, bending was sick, writing was solid as the original (y'all don't remember how corny and dramatic the show was so you? EIP were there for a reason). Give this an honest chance. It's not the original, but it shouldn't be. Because we already have that, we don't need another.

#avatar the last airbender #atla live action #atla

[iceunhie]

starstealer :: even stars can be swept off their feet. xavier is sure he is when he falls for you.

footnotes: small blurb, slight angst and my first standalone l&d fic! xavier experimentation fic because his character intrigues me to no end, lots of star comparisons

the universe contains approximately almost an innumerable number of stars, and out of an infinitely unquantifiable number of them, xavier wonders why you look at him like he's the brightest one.

stars fall, xavier admits, stars can fall, and xavier knows he's falling. (he's fallen.)

he knows it in the way you rest your head on his shoulder while you watch the flimsy dots of lights litter in the cosmos and his heart soars.

he knows it whenever he sees you hurt even for a fraction—how his feelings die and solidify and coalesce only at the thought of you. how fear climbs up his throat and marred memories of failure creep up his skin.

"you're not fine." he persists, handling you as though you were sand slipping through his fingers; jaw tight when he sees blood staining the white of your sleeve. the gash on your shoulder is shallow, though it spanned a quite alarming size. it makes him anxious. bile rises to his throat and he fights to keep his stomach from dropping. you laugh, brushing him off. "you don't need to take care of me, you know. isn't it tedious?" not to me, xavier keeps to himself. not when it's you. instead he says, "no. it's not. just let me help you, okay?" "fine....." you huff, resigned; and you thank him. 'always.'

knows it in how the stretch of two hundred and fourteen springs feels like a nightmare never dreamed before; with you as his reason to hold on.

knows it when he sees how the night's breeze makes your hair sway, the moon's glow a wink in the vastness that is the universe and the incomparable feeling that his universe, his wish, is right next to him.

he failed you time and time again.

now, xavier swears to never fail you again.

loving you feels like being showered the touch of a thousand flickering embers burning up to become a fire, and xavier doubts he can put it out.

he won't.

you like stars. xavier thinks that should you ask him to pluck one out for you, he'd hate it if only because he wishes to keep you in his arms for a little longer.

(he'd do it anyway.)

one look, one touch; leaving him to be stardust begging to be held in your hands. a star swept off its feet.

leaving him to find sleep a secondary choice in nature so as to burn your image into the scope of his memory. making him feel that happiness he only feels when he's with you.

loving you is painful, but loving you is worth it. he's fallen, and falls even more everyday.

"xavier?" did you know that every inch of his will has promptly devoted itself to you? would bend to your words without a thought and hear your every wish?

"hm?" he exerts, feeling the weight of your eyes on him.

you lean against him and the stars dim. the world falls to a hush. it's only you, it was always you—

xavier doesn't think to breathe; he listens to the sound of your heart thumping steadily in your chest, the rhythmic beat a reason to live again, to love you again. no words are needed more, not when your presence permeates across the void words cannot hope to fill.

"can i lean on you just a bit longer?"

(yes. always.)

"....as much as you want." his eyes soften, and his words are tender. "as long as you need."

he sees you smile, watches as your cheeks become full by the way your joy lights up your face, and xavier's world does too.

you're everything, xavier thinks. to the point he feels as though all the stars up in the sky shine if only to witness you.

a/n pls don't judge me for this half-baked fic and the possible in corrections of xavier lore; did i mention this was supposed to be a rafayel fic but ya girl decided to tap out

[९] 2024 © iceunhie do not copy or repost my work. do not use my work for your own use

#꒰ ✉ ꒱ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 •°. *࿐ #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #love and deepspace xavier #xavier x reader #xavier love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace fic #xavier fluff #𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 ★ LOVE & DEEPSPACE . . . #uhhhhhhh so yeah..... rafayel's fic is basically blueprintef off of this drabble #anyways i actually am so fond of Xavier

[crystalclearmist]

Just finished rereading Danny Phantom : "A glitch in time" and I'm absolutely vibrating in my seat about the new lore

Spoilers under the cut:

1. Vlad has continued his cloning experiments, even after Dani and her melted brothers :

This is also the only reason Dan Phantom is able to get a stable body at the end of the book.

Also, he designed almost functional clones with high science but really shitty technology skills. If he had help he probably would have succeeded ages ago (see point 5)

2. The staff that Clockwork always uses? Really f*ing important. It would be a tragedy if something happened to it

3. Ghosts are manifestations of human emotions

4. Tucker had a two day stint as the mayor of Amity Park and lost the job because he accidentally dropped a baby. He was also listed as married to Ember. Do with that as you will

5. When Tucker is in class he is so bored he keeps designing A - grade tech :

6. The Fentons RV, the Ghost Assault Vehicle, has 3 funny little buttons (big ghost, bigger ghost and unwanted guest)

It also has cup holders

7. Amity Park has its own version of Instagram called "Spectergram" and it has a livestreaming option

#Git #Dp #danny phantom #Git spoiler #a glitch in time #Agit #Agit spoiler #A glitch in time spoiler #Spoiler #Spoilers #Danny Phantom : a glitch in time

[dungeon-strugglers]

✨New item!✨ Tsuba of the Lotus  Wondrous item, legendary (requires attunement)

You can attach this tsuba to a longsword, greatsword, rapier, shortsword, or scimitar by pressing the tsuba against it for at least 1 minute, at which point it replaces the sword’s hand guard. Thereafter, the tsuba can't be removed unless you detach it as an action or the weapon is destroyed. A sword can only have one tsuba attached to it at a time.

While this tsuba attached to a sword you are wielding, you gain the following abilities: 

You are immune to disease.

You can move across liquids on your turn without falling during the move.

Each time you hit a creature with this sword, you cannot be killed by that creature until the end of your next turn. For the duration, if damage inflicted by that creature reduces you to 0 hit points, you drop to 1 hit point instead.

Ciroji kneeled on a jumble of blankets, sharpening her blade next to the lake. The stars danced below in shallow ripples, shining their light into her sightless eyes. 

The journey had been long and hard, and dozens of scars created constellations of endurance across her skin. Still, she waited patiently.

Something moved across the water. When it touched the shore before her, Ciroji reached out and retrieved the small object. Cupped in her palm, a steel lotus blossom unfurled. 

Without hesitation, she attached the tsuba to her katana and felt its magic mingle with her spirit. Slowly, with each breath, an ember of light began to grow, expanding ever brighter. A tapestry of color emerged from this light, and took the shape of a moonlit lake surrounded by towering pines. 

For the first time since she was a young child, the blinding sickness left her body. Ciroji gazed upon a world that had hidden its beauty from her for too long, and readied her blade for the path she could now see before her. - 🖌🎨 Like our work? Consider supporting us on Patreon and gain access to the hi-resolution art for over 170 magic items, item cards and card packs, beautiful creature art and stat blocks and setting pdfs with narrative hooks and unique lore!🧙‍♂️

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#dungeon strugglers #dnd #artists on tumblr #d&d #illustration #dnd item #fantasy art #ttrpg #artwork #animation #d&d 5e #art #artist #dnd 5e homebrew #d&d homebrew #dnd homebrew #homebrew #hand drawn #dnd 5e #dnd 5th edition #5th edition #5e #drawing #conceptart #concept art #creature #concept #d&d ideas #d&d items #fantasy items

[catsharky]

Posting the age chart I put together of Ember for this ask separately cause ough art

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #my tav #sharky's tav #tav: ember #oc: ember #Ember lore drop #sharky art

[wlw-webcomic-bracket]

WEBCOMIC DIRECTORY

Half the reason I created this tournament is so I could find new webcomics to read, and I know a bunch of you are following it for the same reason.

So: Here is a directory of every webcomic that was submitted!

Please note that this list is Very Long, so (1) I have not read most of these webcomics and can't vouch for their content, and (2) I have not tested any of these links, but I can fix any errors if you point them out.

Comics are listed in alphabetical order, with the featured couple(s) or poly ship(s) in parentheses. Broken into two parts because Tumblr only allows 100 links per post and there are 140 comics.

180° Angel (Sam and Lilith)

2 Slices (Ruka and Rio)

A Week in Warrigilla (Hazel and Willie)

A&H Club (Adrian and Hildegard)

Alice and the Nightmare (Edith and Quinn)

Alien Heart (Ivy and Rosa)

Always Human (Sunati and Austen)

Balderdash (Georgie and Afia)

Band vs Band (Honey Hart and Turpentine)

Blindsprings (Ember and Irelia)

Boyfriends (Jock, Prep, Nerd, and Goth)

Bugtopia (Arachne and Scarlet)

Burn Away (Abella and Edie)

Charity Case (Sylvia and Jerry)

Circuits and Veins (Ai and Aki)

Console Her (Claudia and Ava)

Cucumber Quest (Almond and Peridot; Piano and Ametrine)

Cursed Princess Club (Nell and Jolie)

Dame Daffodil (Charo and Alesea)

Daughter of the Lilies (Lyra and Margot)

Dead Winter (Lizzie and Alice)

Dicebox (Griffin and Molly)

Dirt Creek Runs Red with Blood (Ines and Sarepia)

Dom&Mor (Dominique and Morgan)

Dresden Codak (Kimiko and Elith)

Drop-Out (Lola and Sugar)

Dumbing of Age (Becky and Dina; Jennifer/Billie and Ruth)

El Goonish Shive (Ellen and Nanase; Catalina and Rhoda; Diane and Lucy)

Eldritch Darling (Ina and CJ)

Encore! (Quinn and Hana)

Ennui Go (Izzy, Darcy, and Tanya)

Errant (Sarin and Jules)

Facing the Sun (Aarya and Liza)

Finding Wonderland (Alex and Lucky)

Flowers For the Arsonist (Lucia and Paige)

Four Leaf (Carla and Lina)

Gals (Croix, Sam, Lux, and Charlotte)

Ghoul Crush (Sison and Laguna)

Girly (Otra and Winter)

Glitterlaced (Goldie and Luck)

Go Get a Roomie (Roomie and Lillian)

Guide to the Land of Monsters (Arnatuk and Tove)

Gunnerkrigg Court (Kat and Paz; Zimmy and Gamma)

Hard Lacquer (Claire and Robin; Claire and Petra)

Heartstopper (Darcy and Tara)

Heir's Game (Sevilia and Ilianna)

Her Tale of Shim Chong (Shim Chong and Madam Jang)

High Class Homos (Sapphia and Odette; Sapphia and Marla)

Homestuck (Rose and Kanaya; Calliope and Roxy; Vriska and Meenah; Vriska and Terezi)

How to Be a Werewolf (Marin and Marisa)

I Love Amy (Amy and Bibi)

I Want to Be a Cute Anime Girl (Cheryl and Delilah)

I'm the Villainess but the Heroine's Trying to Capture Me (Nelly and Nancy)

In My Heart (Wantanabe Yuki and Sasaki Mari)

Isadora (Isaline and Theodora)

It's Okay to Like Girls (Sophie and Olivia)

Kidd Commander (Phineas and Agatha)

Kill Six Billion Demons (Allison and Ciocie Cioelle)

Kiss It Goodbye (Aruka and Yukimi)

Lady of the Shard (Radiant Goddess and Acolyte; Radiant Goddess and Old God)

Lesbiampires (Daphne and Veronika)

Lore Olympus (Athena and Hestia)

Mage & Demon Queen (Malori and Velverosa)

Matchmaker (Kimmy and Marlowe)

Missing Monday (Foyle and Monday)

Monsters and Girls (Lili and Sera)

Motherlover (Imogen and Alex)

Moving In (Jackie and Riley)

Muted (Camille, Nyra, and Dendro)

My Dragon Girlfriend (Dani and Christie; Callie and Olive)

My Sweet Archenemy (Mad Spade and Miss Sunshine)

My Wish Is to Fall In Love Until You Die (Shiina and Mimi; Seiran and Ari)

Namesake (Selva and Alice)

Nano List (Chacha and Zavi)

Never Satisfied (Neith and Isra)

Nevermore (Lenore and Annabel Lee)

Night Owls and Summer Skies (Emma and Vivian)

Not So Shoujo Love Story (Rei and Hanna)

Octopus Pie (Jane and Marigold)

Offbeat (Beau and Julie)

On a Sunbeam (Mia and Grace; Alma and Char)

On Borrowed Time (Rune and Dielle)

Osora (Celia and Catalina)

Remaining links in part two!

[walpu]

Can life really be free of you’re like a bird, confined to a limited space to fly?

Life and death. Not much of a difference if life itself isn’t worth living.

Can a home really be called a home if you have no one to share it with?

…

That’s thoughts of the past.

Right now…

I’m right where I belong.

~a half burnt page in the embers of the chamber. It was handled with carelessness, perhaps the writer was not in their state of mind when handling this.

Emanation of destruction. Everflame Mansion’s disloyal hound. Flaming assassin of the shadows.All names uncouth to hear of yet very true of the life of the man that stands before you. But now, he simply goes by Verian, The Ten Stonehearts’ Aventurine’s bodyguard.

The blessing from The Ruin Author slowly chips away at both his sanity and body. Day by day, he feels his temper becoming volatile, unstable, and he knows the day of his execution will come. Where he is no longer a man, and a being of fiery insanity, tearing down everything in its path.

There will come the day he lets the ember’s lily die. There will come the day his physical self perishes, blown away like ash into the wind. There will come the day he cherishes his family’s and friends’ embrace for the last time.

There will come the day he will be judged, and all of the hundreds upon thousands he’s killed and shed blood with his hands, both former comrades and targets alike, will come to right his wrongs in the flesh. There will come the day he says goodbye to all he holds dear, should the executioners he choose cannot snuff out his spark.

But there shall never come the day he will ever regret another decision in his life after so many. There shall never come the day when he looks at the man in front of him, shining purple eyes and soft locks, with anything other than loyalty and trust.

And there will always be a day where he knows he’s able to be free. The day where searing flames deep beneath the surface do not burn his skin and boil his flesh away into the loving embrace of the smoke.

Don’t look back. The past may hold nothing but regret and bloodshed, but you must push forward. Even if destruction may be nigh, preserve all that you hold dear.

(Fun fact! I made Verian’s backstory before Aven’s came out, I was actually kinda shook at how similar their backstories were in terms of both of the killing people for survival)

Also I just realised him and trailblazer were so similar in terms of path wise lol (Destrustion and Preservation, what a combo)

I also wanted to put the contrast of both being a emanator of destruction yet also treading the path of preservation because he is in the IPC which follows Qlipoth. Both values are vastly different, you could say they oppose each other, yet he lives with both values.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN ON MY HANDS AND KNEES THANKING YOU FOR SHARING

Feel free to share any detail you want about Verian I'm invested now 🥹

btw my oc's lore also overlaps with Aven and they were also created before hoyo dropped his lore and?? they're also connected to distraction?? you get me like no one else does istg

#ask #hsr #Verian

[boxwinebaddie]

ok ive been wanting to ask this for a while but i didnt know if youd be able to answer since its giving a lot away.. but f it lmao. does ravenstan know jersey kyle is HIS kyle? bc he hasnt said anything but how many ginger jewish jersey boys are there named kyle matthew broflovski hsjjdks im assuming one

ooooooh. ok...Hm.

so, i stared at this for a while and...

you know what, my friend? i should, one, prolly stop randomly jumping the line of 34973 ask memes in my box whenever i get a new one bc i get super excited & have no attention span, but also this is...Important.

and tbh, one of the Big reasons that rm got so tricky for me was because i got overly anxious about the timeline, too worried abt what sequence of events the fic should follow/what things should you know and when, etc. so i actually have a lot of random rm itinerary/lore that i wrote that i was going to drop you guys in other chapters but wasn't sure if it was...Time yet?

buuuuut given that posting to my ao3 has been super stressful for me as of late/i'm still trying to ease back into it/i feel more posting comfortable stuff on here -- combined with the serious bummer that i can't really write updates in the sorry shape i’m in rn with settling into my new workplace and grappling with my mental health/healing my complex feelings abt writing

which is a Serious Bummer indeed because i try to be as fun and zesty as possible in my ask responses, but i really want to give you all something more solid to Read, you know?

so this is my little compromise for you. :)

basically i wrote this little scene thingy like a month ago and Almost put it at the beginning of rm6...but it was too complicated and i was like maybe i should wait, idk...

but i am feeling chaotic today!~

and the fact you guys care enough about my weird little fanfictions to regularly send me thoughtful, kind, excited messages abt it even when my updates are few and far between — idk, that means so much to me. you all mean a lot to me…and you guys know i am unhinged and cannot resist posting snippets/spoilery things.

so…i’m closing my eyes!! but also it’s not a spoiler if i was going to post this earlier Anyways…right? dhsksks

( if you want to read it it’s under the cut w/ more info xx )

it is however…a draft. it’s really…not that good. like i said i was going to fix it / rewrite it when i figured out where i wanted it to go, but i wanted to answer your question without saying too much about it sooo i think this little scene thing should tell you/give you the information you seek while also keeping you confused/interested?

maybe?? idk?? i’m sweating, smh.

( some of lines just ended up re-written in my actual fic so if they look familiar that’s why — ANYWAYS! )

the Context is actually abt Kyle’s CRIMINA LAUR class, which if you rem(ember), jersey was writing an essay that was due at midnight but got rizzed too hard by raven and passed out and couldn’t turn it in!!! jersey kyle was ready to fight for his life ( aka lie out of his ass abt why his essay didn’t get uploaded w/o mentioning crimson dawn bc Ew ) but mr. mackey said that a Compelling Case was submitted upon his behalf by a

Third Party

and waved the missing homework assignment, where, in the section where kyle would have uploaded a copy of his essay, a video had been uploaded and submitted.

here’s the beginning of it

also jersey is in his pajamas, his hair is up, he looks radiant, he’s red bc having some box wine and his eye is twitching btw — pls tell me you can see it — also this was either going to go up before the hate or after it so i don’t think the time frame matters — this is just part of what happened while kyle was passed out back stage )

anyways! *jersey vc* Cheers! Mazel <3

;)

-uncle nina

#tw for me spoiling stuff #JUST KIDDING IM NOT I SWEAR U GUYS #I WAS GONNA TRY AND FIT THIS INFO INTO ANOTHER CHAP #but u guys are the best and have been very patient #and so dedicated and invested in my work #which is so amazing so #here is some interesting information #and i hope it helps answer ur question a little #u will probably have 20 more #so sorry friend #hopefully this was a thrilling uphate #i sent this on my phone #so im sorry if this looks crazy this also might be a crazy thing to do right before i dip for an event #but i love chaos let’s go babey #i feel like 75% of this is not ground breaking but IT IS CUTE OKAY I THINK ravenstan my beloved #he was so worried oh my god pleaaase

[dreamsofminnie]

“Goodnight my darling~ For we need five centuries' worth of post-war rest in seclusion.”

Pairing -> Barbatos/Venti x Reader

Summary -> Your hand was the one he reached for, seeking out your warmth. As long as you lived. He will continue to fight, all throughout with your energy besides him, he can continue. No matter the cost; he will fight for your freedom.

Tags -> Archon war lore, reader is one of the 4 winds, reader is the falcon of the west, bloodshed, vivid war flashbacks, Venti’s god form, Venti’s wind spirit form, reader has a falcon form, sleep is the cure

Notes -> Based off Taylor swift “The great war” This song has so many fantasy fic potential i love it. I wrote this so well, please give it a read and a note <3

Word Count -> 1,225 (without lyrics -> 1,019)

Song Lyrics used (can skip this)->

My knuckles were bruised like violets

Spineless in my tomb of silence

Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

tears on the letter

I vowed not to cry anymore

If we survived the Great War

You drew up some good faith treaties

And maybe it's the past that's talkin'

So I justified it

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

the burning embers

I vowed not to fight anymore

If we survived the Great War

Your finger on my hair pin triggers

Soldier down on that icy ground

We can plant a memory garden

Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

we're burned for better

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

I would always be yours

I vowed I would always be yours

Your hands clasped around his, your forehead lowered to rest against them eyes shut tightly. Calluses imbued within his precious musical fingers, something you cannot atone for ruining it. Glowing verdant eyes traced your minor stirs, engravement of each other shown in opposing ways. His eyes tilted down on the placement of your warmth, knuckles bruised and plastered in purple. The silence due to the after-effects of the war has been knife-cutting hours throughout.

Flashes of the battle come back to him in a blur, all that bloodshed. The stench of metallic was mind-racing, as if it was to make you insane. Bloodlust was never something you would enjoy in a million centuries, but to protect him, you bathed in it. The unrivaled screams of greedy minor wannabe Archons, drowned out in the sea of bodies that dropped.

Claws dug deep into skulls and napes, the flaps of wings flew high as tossing them rids of their filth. An immense falcon as you were, the pests beneath your feet were persistent. Transforming to their size only seized to heighten the brutality of your attacks. Fists and weapon holding up your bombardment of attacks. Wings backing up in the air for a measly rest though plummeting down straight after.

Your hand was the one he reached for all throughout the great war. Perturbed at your depletion of energy that hasn’t decreased in the slightest. You encircled Barbatos while he flew to a height of clear shooting range, arrows upon arrows ready to fire. Hands connected to the tip, the shot was precise. None missed while the cloud of teal and feathers rained on bodies all passed.

The surroundings was in an open space. Not because the war so happened to be in one, the potential of wind was massive. Mountain ranges have been thoroughly sliced and shredded with a mere wind current, land flattening rather quickly. The ice seeped in through the land of Andrius.

Thus there you both stood. For hours on end. Both recharging after the long skirmish.

Stiff and in remorse of the insanity of the previous event. Head bowed deeply in front of your god, hands tight around his, forehead pressed upon it, knees close to buckling accompanied by fatigue showed with your entire body. All as Barbatos stood before you, eyes pointedly gazing down at your figure, hands restrained, jaw clenching everytime you would tremble.

How he craved to hold you, however he didn’t dare to move just yet. Holding off till he was certain you could hold your ground—till you regain your strength. Though he guided the wind to caress you with comfort in his stead.

No matter how long it took.

🍃

His eyes were glued to the letter. Letter of dreams he was once told to guide the future. Verdant eyes pooled with dampness that matched with the corners of the worn letter.

“We survived _____. We survived the war.” He took a sharp breath, he vowed to not cry anymore. But just this once, could he weep in silence with no one to disrupt him. The morphed archon’s small white body plopped onto the now larger sheet of paper, crawling its way up towards his name. Curling up besides it, it wept till several suns have passed.

🍃

“Are you sure you put up the freedom treaties?” It was more on the reprimanding side rather than a usual question.

“Of coursee~ No one will bother us now. Humans have the capacity to rebuild even better without the help of gods. Freedom is to be without rule.” Venti hums, the ending sounding a bit faded out and melancholy. You too felt the nostalgia induced sadness.

You have vowed not to fight again, with tragically no better things to do, you decided to descend with your archon. Your slumber awaits.

Venti steps and leans in closer to you, in shock your eyes follow his hand which strokes your hairpin, passing by till his digits land on your cheek. You flinch harshly, triggering memories of the icy battlefield, which you sought to rid of.

“You're burning up again.” Venti frowns. Your breath hiccups before calming down and placing your hand on his. “I’ll be okay with you here.” Emotions overwhelm your vision—endearment, devotion, consolation, warmth—all for the god standing close before you. Your hand drags his slightly lower—your hair and eyelashes shading your eyes, kissing his palm lightly to which Venti giggles at.

“Let’s continue, Barb–ah…Venti.”

When you both parted, he plucked a poppy from the grassy fields, as you followed, to give a solemn prayer. The prayer to a dear friend now far out of reach.

Now Barbatos, he reached towards the ground, knees and wings pressed against the grass, palm pouring anemo energy into the earth. Venti’s beloved tree grew out stronger, more than resistant to the massive stirs of a windstorm. The wind brought by pollen of many unique flowers towards your surroundings, dancing in the wind they swayed around on their own before deciding where they wanted to populate.

“This will be our memory garden. And our palace of slumber.” Venti fiddled with the poppy that flew back to his hand, drawing close to you to tuck it behind your ear.

A red poppy is a symbol of both Remembrance and hope for a peaceful future.

Many morning glories were rooted now you noticed. There were no morning glories on the battlefield, the bloodstream weighing down too vastly.

The morning glory flower means love, life, and death, even love in vain. Its ability to rise each morning and sleep each evening resembles human life; morning glories bloom each morning only to die each evening.

“Are you ready my falcon~” His hands intertwined with yours, firm but soft and loving, stroking your knuckles.

“I vowed I would always be yours. Indefinitely. To the ends and back.” The gap separating you both has decreased, eyes lidded in warmth and acceptance.

The bright teal light submerged both your figures into the tree’s bark, a protective barrier carrying throughout Mondstat.

“Goodnight my darling~ For we need five centuries' worth of post-war rest in seclusion.”

#genshin fic #genshin venti #venti x y/n #venti x you #genshin impact venti #venti #venti the bard #venti angst #genshin lore #archon venti #anemo archon #genshin archon #genshin barbatos #lord barbatos #genshin x you #genshin x reader

[trickstarbrave]

Hiiii I got tagged by @nocturance for wip weekend.

I’d put this under a read more but. I’m on mobile. It doesn’t work I’ve tried. And I don’t have access to my computer rn sooooo

Here it is a scene from moon and Star I’m cooking up. In light of the new lore drop this may be subject to change but it’s what I got. It’s spicy stuff I have to say.

Spoilers for moon and Star, warning for some violence and gore but I try not to get too into it.

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Malacath’s hand touched his chest and pain wracked his body. Nerevar could feel the blade cutting away his skin--cutting through the bone of his sternum and splintering it. It ripped apart and opened his ribcage, before that damn hand was then inside his chest. His anxiety spiked as he could feel phantom touches on his heart, a hand gripping it, long claws digging into the muscle as it continued to beat loud and sturdy. His whole body had gone rigid, nostrils flared and his breathing coming in quick pants desperate to get more air in his lungs.

He was terrified. More than terrified, in fact. It was like being killed in the heart chamber but all the more worse somehow. He was choking now, gagging on blood--thick, black blood that was pouring from his chest, bubbling up in his throat.

And then Nerevar was overcome with the urge to laugh. To laugh besides the terror coursing through him, to laugh even though he was gagging and choking on his own blood. He knew he would die; it had been apart of his plan all along. He hadn’t known what death would be like, but he had anticipated it, at least on his own terms. And yet here Trinimac was, killing him himself. Ripping his heart from his chest.

He had intended the first death to be slow and simple. A fading ember rather than a bright, all encompassing flame that destroyed everything with it. He had intended to bear the burden as the cause of the first death in their reality where death did not yet exist—was merely a theory. But here Trinimac was, unknowingly mantling that sin himself. A cruel irony he would be the one to blame for this. It was not his fault, but it would be his responsibility and duty.

He’d collapsed at some point, gasping, crying, and choking on blood as Voryn held him close. Voryn shouldn’t see him like this--not his beloved, sobbing and begging. He couldn’t hear his voice over the drumming of his own heart but he tried to speak despite all the gagging he was doing. His gorgeous, sweet lover, his beautiful hawk shouldn’t have to watch him die like this. Not when Nerevar knew this was coming, deep down. Not when he had doomed them both, sacrificed Voryn’s life on the altar just as much as his own. He was regretting it now, if only because he couldn’t apologize; how could he speak when Trinimac had already ripped out his heart? How could he explain he never wanted to hurt Voryn in truth? How would his beloved hawk even react to his death? Oh the fury he could bring down, how he could drown the world in blood and tears if he was pushed to the brink…

And what of Azura, his sister? His poor, vain, vindictive sister… She hadn’t agreed to help him, but he knew she would be in a rage over his death. And even the man killing him was sobbing and crying, apologizing despite his lord--Nerevar’s own brother--ordering his execution. How could he apologize to this man? To tell him he knew he didn’t mean for it, that Nerevar was the villain all along in this story? Would that soothe his grief? Trinimac, Kyne, Azura, all of the others… How would they fair without him? Tears were now spilling from his eyes not from pain but sorrow that he wouldn’t be there to comfort and love them. Ah, if only he could kiss his hawk one last time…

“Nerevar!” Voryn’s voice finally cut through, and a disconnect happened in the vision. He was untethered now, the sensation of falling back into his own body hitting him, and his ears were ringing loudly, a dizziness washing over him. There were no more feathers on Voryn’s face or on his cloak--why would there be? Voryn wasn’t… Voryn wasn’t a hawk, why would he call him that so fondly? There weren’t even tears streaming down his face like he had seen before, but his face was in a grimace, pained watching him writhe and flail choking on imaginary blood.

His hand came up to his chest as he felt around, but there was no gaping wound like he’d expected. Why had he felt it so clearly then? His whole body was still shaking from the terror and pain, unable to calm the trembling.

“Do you remember now, Lorkhan?” Malacath asked, still standing over him. Vivec and Sil were currently being held back by the numerous orcs, though they were swearing up a storm and desperately trying to fight their way closer to defend him. Even Voryn had a spell prepared as he cradled Nerevar close to his chest, posed with the ferocity of a wild animal protecting its young.

“I-I’m not…” Nerevar began, though it felt like a lie on his tongue. He could still taste the metallic black in his mouth, the unnatural blood he was choking on. His body felt hot now, his mouth dry making the metallic taste all the more nauseating. “Lorkhan is dead!” He shouted definitively. Lorkhan was a dead god--long dead before he had ever been born as a lowly half blooded chimer in that ebony mine.

“And yet, here you are, alive and in the flesh.” Malacath responded, his expression unwavering. “I would know that heartbeat anywhere. I would know how you battle more than anyone else.”

“Stop it!” Nerevar shouted, covering his ears, still shaking.

“Why you deny it is my only question for you.”

“I’m not Lorkhan!” Nerevar growled, teeth bared. His whole body felt like it was burning, just like in the heart chamber. That supernatural chanting from his dream came back too, at the edges of his senses, as he fought back the urge to vomit. “I’m not Lorkhan, just shut up, shut up, shut up!!”

The next thing he knew, everything went black, the last thing he heard being his own heartbeat pounding in his ears and Voryn calling his name.

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Tagging @boethiahspillowbook, @thescrolls-haveforetold, @orfeoarte, @mulberrycafe and anyone else who wants to (or u also don’t have to if you don’t want to cvjhvvjdtfutf)

#nerevar #indoril nerevar #nerevoryn #moon and Star spoilers #Malacath #my writing #Morrowind #I’m so nervous tagging ppl I’m terrified of being annoying #even tho I like being tagged 🥲