Tristen
@tristenhobgoblin.bsky.social
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⟡ #Writer ⟡ Poet ⟡ #VirtualPhotography in #Skyrim & #Fallout ⟡ Rarely #NSFW, always flagged ⟡ Just want people to hang out and interact with ⟡ Feel free to ask about my OCs ⟡ Often go by Sarelvun or Hobgoblin online ⟡ He/him ⟡
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New pinned post attempt!❣️Click on any tags to filter my posts for them:
• I mostly post #VirtualPhotography of #Skyrim & #Fallout.
• I'm a #Writer and #Poet.
• I love sharing my OCs / book protagonists.
• Rarely #NSFW, always flagged.
• I'm kinda shy but trying!

Some of my other favorite things:
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I'm still learning to write decent smut.)
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I've been writing a book where I think a few sex scenes could actually serve a purpose, another way of showing how this character sees each of these and their character arc.

But I'm also not sure I want that in the book. It might not feel out of place tonally, actually... I'm just not sure. (Also
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TES #Kinktober Day 15: Authority
#Skyrim #VirtualPhotography #NSFW
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Idk who she is tho 🤔 I must learn 👀
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Corn flower, Columbine, and Lady's Smock

"Ices-The-Cake" takes a stroll through Murkmire

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A commission for my guildmate, Skadi!
#esofam #eso #theelderscrollsonline
An Argoinian and her guar walking through Murkmire, old Argonian stonework in the background. She is looking at the flowers- the flowers represent the trans flag
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Developmentober day 15: Familiar
Varonys was quite surprised to see Ralis Sedarys enter his office after not hearing from him for so long. But when he saw the woman on his arm, his heart skipped a beat, the entire world seemed to freeze around him... he knew who she was.
A drawing split diagonally into two frames, on the left is a Mirni with Ralis Sedarys, on the right is Varonys looking shocked at seeing his daughter after so many years.
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Aw, now I'm afraid of sharing my smutty fanfic (also non-smutty fanfics).
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Nooooo ;-; After I take a nap, I feel like I just woke up in the morning for the rest of the day, and I am not a morning person.
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Hello #PortfolioDay !

I’m Sam and I like drawing characters :)
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NEW VIDEO! MPG Rattrap is here and it rounds off one of the BEST line-ups of Transformers toys ever with Beast Wars Masterpiece! Come take a look here --> youtu.be/sxDOBmgczDU
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It's getting a new season? Yaaaaay! Season 1 was one of my favorite Tomb Raider things yet, and I wasn't sure if it was getting more.
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What are they laughing at Linda for? I wanna say "poor Linda," but maybe she deserves it.
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No ultimates in draft, but a riff on "final"

#WIPSnips
#WriteSky
#WritingCommunity
#WritingPrompts
#SciFiWriters
#sff

She stood for a moment outside of Torens bunk, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. 
The corridor was dark with yellow night cycle lights and quiet but for the ever present background rumble of the Ultra Light drives.
She didn’t know what she was going to say. She’d gone too far with the John thing in the shuttle. Even thinking about it made her heart ache, because she knew she’d hurt him.
From behind her, the call from the bunk, “Just press the buzzer.”
She turned back to Kaili who nodded and added, “Go on.”
So she did. Her heart thundered in her chest as the door slid open moments later. Toren stood, bare feet on cold metal, wearing a pair of shorts and loose oil stained tshirt, even his casual wear a victim of his labour.
“Captain,” he said, eyebrows raised in concern. “Are you—”
She silenced him with a “No!” His slight “Oof” as she smacked into him, wrapping her arm tightly around him as she whispered “I’m sorry,” over and over.
When his arms finally wrapped themselves around her shoulders, a wave of warmth washed over her. She hadn’t known how much she missed him. And she knew she’d definitely need the pillow case again
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#Writer #WIPSnips - Ultimate

I almost went with one of the most traumatic scenes in my book but figured this might be nicer for the morning ❤️ I use "ultimately" a lot apparently. Part of me wants to dial it back and reserve it for big things, but I also kinda like it as part of my style.
“I don’t mean any offence, but you and your sister left him in quite a state. Er, you lot can come in and rest; I’ll fetch the brothers.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Zeyla muttered, some excitement drained. He put us in quite a state too – and drove us across one state and another, and into a foreign land.
The trio found themselves around the unlit fireplace, bags and tools left by the door – all but Zeyla’s guitar, which she plucked at idly, gently serenading her friends with a simple tune while she ran across a virile field of thoughts in the realm of her mind. Rivers ran rampant after recent rain, flowing cross grass and ditches, snatching up soil and leaves and filtered through roots of trees, ultimately coming down to one simple vale:
I hope they’ve forgiven us. I’d love to be happy with them again.
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#Writer #WIPSnips - Ultimate

I almost went with one of the most traumatic scenes in my book but figured this might be nicer for the morning ❤️ I use "ultimately" a lot apparently. Part of me wants to dial it back and reserve it for big things, but I also kinda like it as part of my style.
“I don’t mean any offence, but you and your sister left him in quite a state. Er, you lot can come in and rest; I’ll fetch the brothers.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Zeyla muttered, some excitement drained. He put us in quite a state too – and drove us across one state and another, and into a foreign land.
The trio found themselves around the unlit fireplace, bags and tools left by the door – all but Zeyla’s guitar, which she plucked at idly, gently serenading her friends with a simple tune while she ran across a virile field of thoughts in the realm of her mind. Rivers ran rampant after recent rain, flowing cross grass and ditches, snatching up soil and leaves and filtered through roots of trees, ultimately coming down to one simple vale:
I hope they’ve forgiven us. I’d love to be happy with them again.
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Ohh I see. That could be pretty cool!
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crime, but don't tell anyone I said that).

Zeyla loved visiting, exploring hedge mages, getting lost in markets, watching party ships and funeral boats and wherries past by.

I gotta rewrite some of this (😅is making me feel embarrassed) but here was Zeyla and Tory's reaction to visiting:
While Ernest was searching for an affordable inn, the couple were strolling streets vaguely familiar to the golden-haired girl and utterly alien to the raven-headed boy. When his eyes weren’t on the little lady, they were brightened with the glint of crystalline lights of gold which lined every street.
The sky was dark above, city walls bordered with pinkish glows as the sun set far away, invisibly. White walls and colorful roofs were illumed with facets from those mystic lamps, like balls cast of glitter and shards of gold.
Zeyla turned to her grey-tone lover – and squinted with a little grunt.
“What’s wrong?” Tory held her closer.
“The li-ights,” her voice cracked. 
“Shut your eyes, now,” Torius murmured. “I’ll guide ya, alright?”
She did so, and stars appeared in the darkness, rotating, falling, fading, and changing color. Her lips quivered. Then she felt his warm press into her temple, and a slight smile returned. He held his arm firmly round her and gently urged her onward.
“Where are we?” she asked soon after.
He took a deep breath, “On a yella road tween tall buildin’s with… curved roofs and… I don’t guess them’s is shelves on the outside. Some got flowers in ‘em. Funny lil things, all round petals and nothin’ hangin’ too far, like they got their heads up to the sky all prim an’ proper, as if they were told to do it by ma an’ pa.
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parks, highways, canals, and clocktowers dot the streets which are perpetually lit with mystic lights and oil lamps. Force fielded against dragons and the worst of weather, and layered against the worst of armed foes. It's considered the pinnacle of culture, technology, and military (and possibly
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There are many majors cities in Caoss, but the largest by far are the Twelve~ Skylend Cities, sometimes referred to as just Skylend City, as much as megalopolis as a city-state and the capital of Remble, often poetically described as a silver crown in a court of green.

Universities, magic schools,
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Sylvère playing the lyre made me smile 😄 So take that ❤️
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#DailyOCs - Does your OC play an instrument?

Two of mine do!

Zeyla plays the guitar, a relatively recent and unproven invention. While she didn't make a career of it, I like to think she helps popularize it, and I love writing her poems.
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Daffodil plays the thighsnare, a stringed instrument strapped to her leg which she idly strums while standing or sitting. Mainly it's used to create background music for her storytelling, which she also enhances with little illusions spun with her other hand.
I haven't had it fully designed yet tho.
tristenhobgoblin.bsky.social
Daffodil plays the thighsnare, a stringed instrument strapped to her leg which she idly strums while standing or sitting. Mainly it's used to create background music for her storytelling, which she also enhances with little illusions spun with her other hand.
I haven't had it fully designed yet tho.