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Just another goblinoid (they)
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Vail @moongoblin13.bsky.social · 14d
I've been wanting to write a bit more again & needed a push. So I decided to do a writing challenge called... Let's say #midvembernotes.

I pulled all prompts from the last 30 songs I listened to, so if you're bored or need a little writing inspo yourself, feel free to join!
Picking one to a few words from the title of 30 of my last listened to songs, write whatever you want. Poem, fiction, nonsense. Enjoy: Day 1: The Cost Day 2: James Dean Day 3: Grass Day 4: Satellite Day 5: Basement Day 6: Carry the Name Day 7: Lost Day 8: Crux Day 9: Maestro Day 10: Little Day 11: Tyrants Day 12: Jaws Day 13: Tied Day 14: Shared Trauma Day 15: Lover Day 16: Echo Day 17: Blurry Lines Day 18: my mind is a mountain Day 19: Locked Day 20: Citrus Day 21: Infinite Day 22: Violencia Day 23: Will He Day 24: Blouse Day 25: Loud Day 26: Love Can't Day 27: Egg Day 28: Vodka Cranberry Day 29: Family Tree Day 30: The Beast
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miski.bsky.social
road to empress protagonist bumper sticker
moxiest.art -𝚖𝚘𝚡 ❆ ☃︎︎ ❆ @moxiest.art · 29d
this person would not do well on bluesky dot app
A photo of a bumper sticker that reads "soup sucks"
October 25, 2025 at 8:49 PM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
Day 10: Little for #midvembernotes
(I just finished watching a playthrough for Road of Empress so this is part of my coping process)
Poem for Day 10 of Mid-vember Notes, topic is Little: And in his hand he held Something so simple, so little In theory, not special at all; Calamus folded in on itself Braided leaves that fit Perfectly around his wrist. A series of moments Where he wonders Every strand, a devotion Every break, in dedication Was he thought of? Was he all that was on the mind Of its creator? So little, not special at all, A mirror of his own mind Reflected on his wrist Hidden by a sleeve, Forbidden by the world Yet– Something once little, so simple Became the most special of all.
November 22, 2025 at 11:10 PM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
Sometimes I write things, and I know comparison is the killer of joy and creativity, but man... Then I read a random Egyptian poem and I'm like "damn I'll never write yearn quite like that."
November 22, 2025 at 9:38 AM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
We're back! With
Day 9: Maestro for #midvembernotes
Day 9: Maestro of Mid-vember Notes Challenge: Raise your eyes And the violins play Crack a smile And in come the bass The woodwinds rise As does my breath You play me so easy As hands come to rest.
November 21, 2025 at 9:48 PM
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queermedieval.bsky.social
a world without trans people has never existed and never will
a medieval style digital drawing of an androgynous brown-skinned knight on horseback on a hill, stabbing a long gold spear into a blue dragon on the ground. the knight has a gold halo behind their head and wears a suit of silver armor with a nonbinary flag striped tunic and a trans flag as a cape. their horse is white, with blue tack with trans pride trim. there is black gothic text at the top and bottom of the image reading “A world without trans people has never existed and never will.” there’s an ornate pale blue border around the image, filled with pink and blue scrollwork, gold hearts filled with colorful flowers, a smiley bat, two smiley moles, and two smiling frogs holding up trans flags.
April 5, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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loutellstales.bsky.social
Feeling very grateful for all the support on our GFM today-Az is editing the latest episode of the Last Threshold & like all of 'em it's a doozy.

If you'd like to join the fray for two trans gays as we battle Mouldlords & fight to retain status in Canada check out our GFM:

gofund.me/19f232b9e
Donate to Help Queer Artists Trystan & Lou Secure Safe Housing, organized by Trystan Hawthorne
We’re Trystan (artist name: Azrai) & Lou, the queer ar… Trystan Hawthorne needs your support for Help Queer Artists Trystan & Lou Secure Safe Housing
gofund.me
November 20, 2025 at 10:30 PM
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theazrai.com
why SHOULDN’T I draw movie poster style illustrations for youtube thumbnails
A hand drawn movie poster style illustration showing Trystan and Lou inside car at night, a raccoon is above Lou’s left shoulder and underneath is a collage of the both of them in a park surrounded by leaves and small leaf envelopes. A large leaf with a stick through it like a sign has a strange symbol on it. There is a small white mouse on Lou’s right shoulder, and out the window is a neon-lit emergency room sign. Trystan wears sunglasses and a bandage on his head, and Lou screams while looking sideways at the raccoon.
November 20, 2025 at 1:43 AM
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titsay.bsky.social
🐸⭐️
November 20, 2025 at 2:20 PM
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teaweltzer.bsky.social
Selkie holidays 🦭
November 20, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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teaweltzer.bsky.social
Bell's Hells Critmas ❄️ (from 2022)
(prints available in my shop till end of Dec!)

#criticalrolefanart
November 17, 2024 at 11:20 PM
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acvalens.com
Now more than ever you have to call and you have to be loud and annoying about paypro censorship
onyxnuva.bsky.social 🔞OnyxNuva🔞 @onyxnuva.bsky.social · 6d
#savespeech #DONTFUCKWITHUS #stoppayprocensorship

This is their end game, between game deplatforming, paypro restrictions/censorship, age verification, and digital ID: blacklist and debank the dissenter.

We must not yield. We must grow louder. We must push EVERYONE to fight. Every person.
November 17, 2025 at 11:17 PM
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diannalgunn.bsky.social
This is terrifying and it won't end with sex workers

They are coming for ALL of us

We need to start putting massive pressure on payment processors again & demand that they process payments for all legal content
acvalens.com Ana Valens | 🔞 @acvalens.com · 6d
Spoke to a second source familiar with what’s going on with paypro censorship toward me. It seems I’ve been blacklisted among paypros as a creator, particularly for mommy domme content. This could escalate into debanking, I learned
November 18, 2025 at 2:52 AM
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emahriel.bsky.social
caught in time, like clockwork beneath the permafrost — [ #oc #art ]
November 17, 2025 at 8:42 PM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
Hitting a bit of a slump with the writing, so I'm gonna take a small break, maybe 3-5 days. Will continue on from Day 9, but allowing myself a small break while I also deal with some life things. Might read a bit to get back into the mindset, and give myself a breather. Will come back soon!
November 17, 2025 at 9:37 PM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
Day 7: Lost
For my #midvembernotes challenge
So here we are, Lost again in the sea Facing off against gods And monsters of my own design— Soft spoken prayers hardly Making past the threshold; And dulled shears cutting through The endless rope attached to you; And you; and you; and you; It's neverending, red threads Made of dyneema You'd think it'd lead me right, But one too many threads Made to lead you far, far astray— Stabilize, you breathe Look around, to see Anything familiar or grounding Two chords, red and maroon Which one is the right one, which One should I cut– Wait, I've been here before, I remember that string I got it before I met you; And you; and you; and
November 15, 2025 at 8:15 PM
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megglesart.bsky.social
♡
November 15, 2025 at 2:11 AM
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breeedo.bsky.social
Yeah so.

My food stamps are discontinued, and my car has died.

I just wanna eat and provide for Ichiban, so if you can help out I would appreciate it. I also have a lot of overdue bills that have piled up as well—everything is just a lot right now and I could use some assistance.
ko-fi.com/breeedo
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November 14, 2025 at 2:28 AM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
Day 6: Carry the Name
For #midvembernotes
Poetry today 🌹
Day 6: Carry the Name of Mid-vember Notes Challenge What's in a name? A girl by any other name would be Just as sweet. A boy with flowers in his hair, Just as complete. What's in a name, a noun, a self? What's in a life Without words on a page? Chapters into books Books into series An anthology of a life That's lived up to– A name, a noun, a self. A label meant to carry the Weight of a life lived, But what's in a name that was given Not chosen? Is it fate, to carry the name? Is it fate, to change?
November 14, 2025 at 9:59 PM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
Okay you read me to filth LMAOOOO
my favs currently rotating between Bolaire, Thaisha, and Occtis 😂 and they're allllllll wayyyy too true (pls don't look at my AO3 tags).

This was a great read 11/10
#criticalrole
therosecleric.bsky.social ➼ amihan (he/hymn)🔜 PAXU @therosecleric.bsky.social · 10d
marisha ray shared this on her story before i could even share it up here LOL, but i uploaded a new video!

it's short and sweet but gets straight to the point 🫶

🪄Watch here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxEx...

#criticalrole ⟡ #videos
a youtube thumbnail of amihan in front of a graphic of the campaign 4 critical role play characters. text reads: what your favorite critical role: campaign 4 character says about you
November 13, 2025 at 9:14 PM
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hoganddice.bsky.social
The boycott of America begins.
Finally.
parismarx.com Paris Marx @parismarx.com · 10d
The International Criminal Court is ditching Microsoft Office, saying it’s too dependent on US tech, in favor of Open Desk, a German open source alternative.

The move comes after Microsoft revoked ICC head Karim Khan’s email access when he was sanctioned by the US for the warrant against Netanyahu.
International Criminal Court to ditch Microsoft Office for European open source alternative | Euractiv
The court will move its internal work environment to Open Desk, a German-developed open source software
www.euractiv.com
November 13, 2025 at 2:55 PM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
Day 5: Basement of #midvembernotes
More fiction again, bit more dialogue heavy here.
Day 5: Basement "Goddamn leak," I pulled the wrench back again, hard. No matter how much I tried to tighten this damn screw, it just kept dripping. Slowly. Like a fucking needle in my ear with every drop. "Well maybe we should call a plumber." Her voice piped up, soft and affectionate, behind me. "It's been leaking for what, a month now?" "Three," I gritted out through my teeth, a grunt punching out as I nearly slipped off the latter. "Fuck!" "You're always really good at figuring things out babe, but maybe—" "You should try asking a professional." We both said at the same time. I heard her chuckle, unbothered, me frustrated, her probably smiling and rolling her eyes like I was a kid trying to drive a car. "Yeah, well, you wouldn't have to be huffing and puffing over there if you just asked for some help. Why not call Quinn? He could help, he's handy." "You know why." My hands dropped to the latter, the wrench left hanging on the pipe. I could almost smell the disapproval behind me. "Hey. I know it's been a lot, but it might be good to–" "No. You can't say that to me, don't get to say that to me." I pulled the wrench off and climbed down, tossing the useless thing in the toolbox like I couldn't get it fast enough away from me. What could I use to fix this, why can't I just fucking fix this— "Hey." Her voice was closer, or maybe it was an echo, I don't know. "I know it's been hard. But he's a good guy, and ignoring him won't stop you from feeling the way you do." "Yeah?" I punch out with a chuckle. "You think I should what, just go over there and fucking marry him or something?" "No, of course not, but that doesn't mean–" I could feel the ghost of a hand hovering over my shoulder, so close. But it never made contact because I dropped to floor. I curled into myself, bracing against my knees for any kind of support. "I can't– it's– it's like there's a part of me that's all fucked up, and the minute he shows up it's not so fucked up, and I just can't–" I could feel my throat tighten up, an ocean just waiting to push out of my chest. "No. No." She sighed, another failure. Another thing she would get to add to the list of her disappointments. "You can't hold onto the pain forever. It's not fair to you." "It's not fair to you." I choked out. "It's not fucking fair to you that I get to move on, and feel good when I fucking killed you." Silence covered the basement, so I had to fill it. "No, if I had just showed up on time and been there when you'd asked, you'd be here right now. Just laughing at how bad I wanna be a plumber or mechanic or– I don't know what they're fucking called. And you'd call one of the local guys and already have it set up for Tuesday, while you pulled me upstairs so we could have dinner cause I forgot. Again. You'd be here, and I wouldn't be having to talk to your fucking voice in my goddamn head and I wouldn't be forgetting you." Breaths started come in quick and sharp, my hands even more wet now than before. My voice came out so quiet it barely bounced off the concrete wall in front of me. "I can't even see you anymore." Silent, again, but then her voice came in. Soft, right by my ear. "You aren't forgetting me by moving on." "But I don't deserve–" "It's also not your fault." Ever patient, her voice the same gentle cadence. "It's not your fault." I tried to get a hold of my breathing, get any air in, hands splayed on the coolness of the wall in front of me. Her voice kept ringing in my ears: He's a good guy, you can't hold onto the pain, it's not your fault, it's not your fault. My breathing slowed. Time eventually came back to me, but her voice didn't. I felt the ridges on my palms, the cold air starting to sink into my bones, but her voice didn't come back again that night. I finally turned, looking over my shoulder at the empty basement minus the latter and a single red bucket under a rotting pipe. Stood, picking up another wrench from the box in front of me. Climbed the latter. Tried again.
November 13, 2025 at 8:52 PM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
Day 4: Satellite
for #midvembernotes
Bit of a fiction dabble here, bit post-apocalyptic type beat 🛰️
It was November, or October, I think. Cloudless night, the way it always was. I had to pick up my sister, drop off some letters, and grab some dinner. Ride, stop, ride, home. We didn't get much out here in terms of excitement or even entertainment. Church had it's music, if you could stand the same words coming out the mouth of its straight backed, holier-than-thou pastor. No movies, no tv, no radio. Only the sheriff's radio, and it was limited to three stations that talked about the weather, the government, and emergency broadcasts. Which was, technically, all the government. Not that I could ever listen to it. I heard sometimes they played a little jingle before important announcements. Mary said she heard it once when she stopped by the station with her pops. I think Mary likes to pretend she knows things. I saw the end of a guitar once, long straight piece of wood with its odd ridges. Mary said they used to pluck at the string like you would a feather off a bird for it to make a sound. I don't know if that made much sense. There was nothing you could pluck. I wonder what sound would play if you plucked at wood. But it was getting late, or early really, winter making its rounds earlier. Right. Sister. Letters. Dinner. By the time I got on my bike, the moon was already out and high, the stars tracing back from it like they'd flaked off and scattered across a dark carpet. My eyes were stuck on its patterns, my feet driving forward towards the familiar roads, my body and bike knowing the path forward with ease. But my eyes traced the stars and how they'd move, always consistent but not, always there but not. I could always count on the stars. But what wasn't the same came in a flicker of white. I almost didn't notice it, my body lurching to a stop as I pressed against the brakes. A contrasting speed against the familiar near imperceptible slow. It flickered and pulsed and moved, like a blinking question mark tracing across the sky. I'd never seen anything like it, and wondered what marvelous thing it could be. Could it be a ship, like I'd heard from Uncle's friends? A sky ship that travels so high and so fast that it can race from here to the other side of the world in a day. They said we used to have sky ships that could go to the moon and back. I wonder if this was that.
November 12, 2025 at 7:42 PM
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roseadrift.bsky.social
Trying to clean out files on my PC, so here's a timelapse of me drawing Calais from 2024 🦄🩸✨

#art ⟡ #ocsky ⟡ #dnd
November 12, 2025 at 1:20 AM
moongoblin13.bsky.social
Day 3: Grass
This was a fun one 🤍 #midvembernotes
Day 3 of Challenge: Grass It wasn't impossible It wasn't even unlikely That in this life or many I'd be in this park with you. Floating on grass Heads feeling high There's nothing so soft But your eyes seeing mine. The sun's creeping low Warmth turned to cold A hand tracing bodies With no hurry home. Home is right here Laid in the grass While the stars watch alight Small specks burning back.
November 11, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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noxleigh.bsky.social
Snoissant
A snail with a croissant on its back
November 10, 2025 at 5:10 AM