Self-Rec Tag Game
Rules: share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.) Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.
@ghostwise tagged me for this!! thank you, beloved!! it's so fun and i believe in self-hype so here we go. this is bound to get long, sorry.
i'll tag @syrcus @scionshtola @gefiltefished @rickety-goose @myreia @lilas @thevikingwoman (this is seven people BUT many of us have been struggling with The Block lately so i'd love to see you guys celebrate yourselves if you want to 💗)
✨ Something you absolutely adore ✨
in this state (FFXIV): a moment immediately following Ultima Thule's climax, in which estinien and alisaie sit with an unconscious io. i really loved having them ignore and then play off each other for this!
“You care for her, don’t you?” Alisaie asks.
Estinien scowls at the very specific emphasis in the question. He cares about a great many people, Alisaie not least among them. He cares for their causes and their well-being. But that is not what she is asking.
It hasn’t needed a name before now, this feeling. Most often, it is in his chest, unfurling softly each time Io smiles, or rests her head against his shoulder, or speaks kindness to a stranger, until he can feel nothing but her warmth. Other times it shoots up his spine, a radiant pride that strengthens his arm and steadies his aim. It is the knowledge he would follow her anywhere because there is no one he trusts more.
And now it lodges between his ribs, sharp and stinging.
He answers after a long moment.
“Aye.”
✨ Something that was challenging to create ✨
vacation, had to get away (TWC): i attempted to write a spooky story because TWC is not nearly as unsettling a universe as it could be. lots of fun but ough, i was so far out of my romance wheelhouse.
Between the clutter and sightseeing, even under the blazing coastal sun, there’s always something dark shifting just at the edge of Rebecca’s vision. Faint shadows twisting out of view at the last second. The wound-wet itch of unease prickling her skin.
Someone is watching—of that, she’s certain.
✨ Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably) ✨
oblivious (FFXIV): aymeric and estinien catching up and being besties. aymeric living for his friend having a crush. plus the groupchat decided this was the one (1) time aymeric is allowed to say "fuck."
“Mm, perhaps ‘friend’ is erroneous in both cases. Nevertheless, I am pleased you have someone like her,” Aymeric pauses, “for support, of course, as you adjust to– what was it again?– 'all these fucking academics.’ Though, I am confident they are thrilled to have you on their side.”
Estinien leans back on his heels, chuckling at Aymeric’s weak-voiced swear. “Aye, they’re a hospitable group.” He glances up the stairs. Io and General Aldynn are inside now, and though his face does not betray him, there is a gravity to his pining. It pulls at him. He takes a step forward, clapping Aymeric on the shoulder. “I should go inside. It was good to see you, my friend. Give my regards to our brothers in arms, will you?”
✨ Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.) ✨
praying that it waits for me (TWC): a fic about bumbling side character Douglas, which has had an amount of praise that still astounds and moves me, even two years later. i've read and reread every comment, tag, and little story folks have put on about accepting themselves and their queerness. i cannot tell you how much this piece means to me, and i am so humbled it resonated with so many friends and readers.
He starts gathering the threads. How this started, when he knew, why he hasn’t told his parents.
Why he hasn’t told anyone.
Where he plans to go from here.
He knows the answers, but struggles to weave them into anything solid in his mind. He still has questions of his own, after all.
His sexuality isn’t something he can put into bullet points, no matter how much easier that’d make this conversation. So he sits, swaying on the edge of his truth, still afraid of becoming.
✨ Something you want other people to see ✨
what i see in you, i hope you find in me (FFXIV): my favorite work for io and estinien so far tbh. io's shaky headspace during this portion of EnW was fun to navigate, and i am always pleased to write alisaie. balancing zenos and estinien as romantic foils during this part of her life is also 🥴
“He’s angry with me. I suppose that is his right. I shouldn’t have let them take you two.” Io grits her teeth, fighting against the knot of guilt that has resided in her stomach since the morning.
Estinien is her friend, perhaps the closest she has here besides Alisaie. She understands him, so she can hardly blame him for being upset with her. They are family to him, Alphinaud, and Alisaie by extension. No less than they are to her. He has given Io little more than one-word responses since the twins were found. She may pretend otherwise, but his cold shoulder wounds her.
“Oh, to hells with Estinien.” Alisaie waves a gloved hand dismissively in his direction. “He’ll get over it. Would he have you fire upon civilians while negotiating peace? He may love my brother like a… well, brother, but he must admit there was no ideal series of events to be had. We all did our best, and we all made it through.”
(spicy edition under the cut because i am 50% a smut writer after all)
✨ Something you absolutely adore ✨
flood (FFXIV): i actually really love this fic, it's spicy then it gets SO mushy. describing the position in a way that sounds hot and achievable was tough, ngl, but this is so so indicative of their intimate dynamic in general.
Already, the first threads of her climax quiver in her belly, pulled taut like a bow, like the curl of her back, as she anticipates the release to come. One move from Estinien, and she will shatter.
He opens his eyes, hungrily surveying the twist of her body, enthralled by the lace framing her breasts. Io is so close, and can’t help herself. “You are adorable.”
Estinien leans forward, arcing his body over hers. The ends of his unbound hair skim her shoulders and chest, featherlight touches in stark contrast to the stinging tug on her scalp. His lips brush Io’s in an intimation of a kiss, warm breath washing over her face and neck as he teases her with gentleness.
“And you are already throbbing. When you come, I want to hear it, yes?”
✨ Something that was challenging to create ✨
too precious (blooming panic): uh. i wrote this out of spite because i hated the dom!toasty happenings LMAO. figuring out their sexual dynamic was a fun challenge. lots of blushing.
“I love how patient you’ve been, letting me take you in like this.” A real kiss, finally, and he sighs into her mouth. It kills him, not being able to rest his hands on her body, or run them through her hair. They twitch helplessly in the ties at either side of the bed, and Teddy kisses him harder to compensate.
✨ Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably) ✨
in the light i thought i saw you (wayfarer): just filling in the blanks of ephyra's time with veyer at the gala. they are both SUCH little shits in this, it makes me laugh.
She touches their clit. The hitch of their breath is felt more than heard, and it’s Ephyra’s turn to laugh. “Oh?”
Veyer’s head falls forward, cradled between her shoulder and neck, and Ephyra’s head spins again. Veyer is… strikingly vulnerable, more than she expected for a Guild Mage. They’re so open, too close. It’s almost uncomfortable.
Almost.
They grind against her palm, their own touch becoming erratic for a moment, before gently, firmly pulling her hand away. Did she do something wrong?
They tsk a couple times, and a fresh grin pulls at their lips. “Not yet, Ephyra. I need both our focuses here-” They curl their fingers inside her to emphasize the point. “Be patient, dear.”
✨ Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.) ✨
alma.mp4 (TWC): i love writing self-love smut but i'm always shocked when other people are into the way i write it LMAO.
“How do I taste, Mason?”
She lifts her fingers, dripping and slick, to his mouth. The smirk parts and he takes them in with no hesitation. His tongue slides over them, between them, and Mason’s never been good at savoring.
He devours.
Eyes half-lidded like he might be a little drunk on her taste, he presses a wet kiss to her palm. His lips come away shining. “Better than blood, sweetheart.”
✨ Something you want other people to see ✨
something to talk about (FFXIV): idk i just think io should be allowed to be bossy sometimes and i think estinien would like it.
He removes his shirt while she unties his pants, pushing them past his hips. Candlelight dances across his skin and in his mussed hair. Io bites back the urge to tell him how beautiful he looks, cast in orange-gold light, already panting, barely holding onto the leash of his restraint. She strokes him with a deft hand, as familiar with his tells as he is with hers. The hitching breath, the white knuckle grip. This was his game, was it not?
Io slides the tip of his cock into her cunt, then cups his chin. She murmurs against his lips, “come on, then.”
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Kofi Requests are OPEN!
Plain and simple, i'm unemployed and potentially will be for quite some time. As such, I have no real way of making that sweet sweet money. Unfortunate, but true ;m;
That's where you come in! :D
I will be offering Kofi Commissions! For just 5$ i'll draw any character you request! (though, I will require a reference of some kind, be it a whole sheet, a headshot doodle, or even a picrew of some kind)
+1 Kofi = Halfbody Lined Flat Colored
(examples below)
+3 Kofi = Fullbody Lined Flat Colored+Lazy Shading
(examples below)
Extra Characters = +1 Kofi to your order
Will Draw : Humans, Anthros/Furries, Simple Robotics, Shipping, Suggestive Art (i.e Pinups, Casual Nudity, nothing too explicit), Light Gore
Will NOT Draw : Complex Machinery, Extreme Details, Heavy Smut, Heavy Gore, Problematic / Offensive Content, art for use in NFTs
Time Frame : I have fairly bad ADHD, so these pictures, while small, may take me about a day or two to complete. (Maybe three if i'm having a very hard time focusing.) Thank you for your patience in advance :D
this is me testing the waters on commissions n such, but these lil doodles will be open to anyone and everyone :D
If you wish to contact me, my DMs are always open, and my Discord is masky#2202, so there's no need to be shy!
and of course, if you can't afford, reblogging and spreading this would be greatly appreciated
Thank u for reading this if u have!
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BG3 OCs
Meet my various Tavs and Durges! Aune, the first on this list, is my very first Tav. I fell in love with her SO hard that there are two other AU/world-state/timeline versions of her — both durges; one Resist and one Embrace. This trio is the nearest and dearest to me and it shows through their very elaborate backstories & lore. I hope you enjoy learning a bit about them & the rest of the OCs!
(Alt. text available for all images, except for the dividers/spacers. Includes transcript of the text on the images, plus descriptive text.)
AUNE, the Sword-Dancer (tag | she/her | agender | half-drow | love interest: imyrr (dead), astarion | playthrough: completed)
bio: Aune was brought into the world via a ritual birth; one of great tragedy and bloodshed. When her Lolth-sworn mother found her newborn child lacking, Aune was abandoned on the streets of Menzoberranzan and was raised as a slave. She escaped to the surface in her young adulthood, possible only through the help of Eilistraee’s followers. Her life improved a hundredfold within the Church, but she still felt out of place — too abrasive, too cold, too self-serving. Things changed for the better after Aune fell in love with a fellow Eilistraeean warrior who challenged her worldview, but after just a year of bliss, she lost her lover to a violent death. Racked with grief and more lost than ever, Aune was in the midst of a 5-year long crisis of calling before being kidnapped by mind flayers…
AUNE, the Lady Carrion (tag | she/her | agender | half-drow | love interest: gortash gale astarion | playthrough: in progress, act 2)
bio: Though born through the same means as tav!Aune, Bhaal had a different fate in mind for Aune. At 15, durge!Aune kills her slave-master — freeing herself and unwittingly summoning her faithful butler, Scleritas. After years of living amongst Myconids in the Underdark, Scleritas finally convinces Aune to surface in Baldur's Gate and claim her birthright. Years later, she finds herself on a ravaged beach with very little memories — only a kinship with mushrooms, soil, and bones; a reverence for the boundary between life, death, and rebirth; and a restless craving for spilling blood.
AUN XORLARRIN, the Bloodsinger (tag | she/her | half-drow living as a drow | love interest: gortash, ascended!astarion | playthrough: not started)
bio: Aun was the fateful ritual child born to a zealous priestess of a Menzoberranzan House. She was the culmination of everything her mother had worked towards; a child with power and a destiny, one to be shaped and molded into a tool to serve her own ambitions. The secret of Aun's lineage — that she was a half-Drow — was carefully guarded, known only to a few. Aun was raised in the way of Lolthite women (to be cruel, cunning, and ruthless), but her blood ultimately called to a different deity. On her 17th birthday, Aun awakens.
She heeded the song that keened in her blood; it drew her ever southward to Baldur's Gate, sometimes in the company of a strange imp. Within just a few days of being on the surface, she meets a young man with dark, tired eyes and a pained smile; neither with any awareness of just how tightly woven their fates will become when they meet again years later, Chosen before Chosen.
LETHE, the Feylost (tag | they/he/she | genderfluid | tiefling | love interest: gale | playthrough: in progress, act 1)
bio: Somewhere in Faerûn, a wee tiefling is relinquished to the Fey. They grow up lonely and isolated in the Feywild under the care of an Archfey guardian whose attentions are few and far between.
Despite living a lifetime in a Plane so replete with magic, the tiefling had no skill for wielding it. One day, they are told by their guardian that they must return to Faerûn, a place they are unlikely to survive due to their many inadequacies. When the Archfey offers them a pact - powerful fey magic that they could use to fight and protect; fey magic that could make others love them - the tiefling accepts.
Lethe was strange, unsettling, and tricksy, as all fey-adjacent should be. Still, they spent their first year in Faerûn carving out a space for themselves — making a living performing in taverns, seducing strangers, and charming people before cleaning out their pockets. It was all going just fine until Lethe got yoinked up onto some nautiloid.
VIR, the Exiled Elturan (tag | he/him | tiefling | love interest: lae'zel | playthrough: in progress, act 1)
bio: Vir was born into an Elturan family of proud Hellriders and was expected to take up the mantle - especially by his mother, who had always desired to do so but could not because of her poor health.
By the time Vir is old enough to form memories, all that is left of the family is his mother and himself. The pair are of humble means, and as Vir ages, his mother grows sicker, and he becomes more disenchanted, eventually resorting to thievery to support the two of them - even as he simultaneously trains to join the Hellriders.
Inevitably, he is caught, and against all odds, escapes his severe punishment by fleeing the city; effectively now an exile.
In his exile, Vir makes a life of bounty-hunting while also becoming accustomed to the ways of the land and its creatures. He has a skill for it, and is mostly content with his new life; but he can't keep out the resentment he feels towards his mother, his city, and its protectors, who he feels utterly failed him. Or the guilt he feels for abandoning his mother - especially once Elturel is dragged into the Hells. He wrestles with the risk of reentering the city once it returns, but his decision-making is rudely interrupted by some illithids.
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