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Documenting desire from 1692–present. ◇ history•confession•ritual•erotica. ◇ Adrian Frost | Tuskbane = Obsidian House | Dark Hog Syndicate 🔗Reddit•Lemon8•Instagram #NSFW #GAYCREATORS #EROTICART #LOSTPIGARCHIVES #ADULTSTORYTELLING #AICONTENTGENERATION
Before there was a Syndicate, there was agreement. The Xenoborn learned to speak less, gather smaller, and leave no trace behind. Silence became protection. Secrecy became law. Survival became shared.

#Xenoborn #XXXUniverse #Lore
#Worldbuilding #ObsidianOrigins

twenty four◇
January 15, 2026 at 3:51 AM
Not every Xenoborn learned restraint. Those who drew attention—through desire, power, or defiance—were remembered too clearly. Names lingered. Rumors spread; being known, in that era, was often the beginning of disappearance.

#Xenoborn ##XXXUniverse
#Worldbuilding #ObsidianOrigins

twenty three◇
January 15, 2026 at 3:45 AM
Some tales were shared only among adults, spoken low & without shame. Spoke of desire that lingered, of touch that awakened something familiar, & of Xenoborn who felt bodies, pleasure, & connection more intensely than others.

#Xenoborn ##XXXUniverse
#Worldbuilding #ObsidianOrigins

twenty two◇
January 15, 2026 at 3:42 AM
Not all Xenoborn fled or vanished. Some remained, living plainly, learning restraint. Their differences softened, sharpened inward, and passed quietly through generations. Survival became their first discipline.

#Xenoborn ##XXXUniverse #Lore
#Worldbuilding #ObsidianOrigins

twenty one◇
January 15, 2026 at 3:38 AM
By the late 1690s, certain storefronts served more than trade. Candle makers, tailors, and apothecaries became quiet refuges where Xenoborn could gather, heal, and exchange truth without being seen.

#Xenoborn ##XXXUniverse #Lore
#Worldbuilding #ObsidianOrigins

twenty◇
January 15, 2026 at 3:31 AM
In the late 1690s, private records began to note those born carrying something unnamed. They were not created or cursed. They were observed, misnamed, and quietly cataloged. Only later were they called Xenoborn.

#Xenoborn #XXXUniverse
#Worldbuilding #Lore
#ObsidianOrigins

nineteen◇
January 15, 2026 at 3:27 AM
Night did not erase what the day revealed. It only softened it.

What had awakened remained — unseen, unspoken.

By morning, it would no longer be possible to pretend nothing had changed.

#XXXUniverse #Lore #HiddenOrigins
#GayCreators #Adultstorytelling

eighteen◇
January 12, 2026 at 11:36 PM
They learned when to step back. When not to look too long. What stirred within them did not vanish — it learned patience.

Some truths survive by waiting.

#XXXUniverse #Lore #HiddenOrigins
#Mythmaking #Adultstorytelling

seventeen◇
January 12, 2026 at 11:19 PM
They learned to soften their voices.
To stand farther apart.

What lived beneath the skin did not fade — it adapted.

Survival did not mean disappearance.
It meant restraint.

#XXXUniverse #Lore #Awakening
#FoundHistory #Mythmaking

sixteen◇
January 12, 2026 at 11:12 PM
They began to notice the glances.
Pauses that lingered too long.

What had once passed unseen was now watched. Difference did not arrive loudly — it arrived quietly, and it was remembered.

#XXXUniverse #Lore #Mythmaking #GayErotica #Adultstorytelling

fifteen◇
January 12, 2026 at 11:03 PM
In the quiet hours, something unfamiliar passed between them.

Not taught. Not named.

A warmth beneath the skin, a knowing in the bones.

They did not call it power.
They simply felt it awaken.

#XXXUniverse #Lore #Obsidian
#Adultstorytelling #Mythmaking

fourteen◇
January 12, 2026 at 10:47 PM
1692.
The year belief grew louder than truth. What could not be named was felt instead. Connection carried a quiet charge.

Something ancient stirred softly — neither sin nor salvation.

#XXXUniverse #Lore #Mythmaking #AdultStorytelling #Obsidian

thirteen◇
January 12, 2026 at 10:43 PM
By the time anyone noticed, it was already established.

Not as a group.
Not as a belief.

But as a pattern that repeated itself wherever they went. What followed was not rebellion or ritual.

It was intention.
This is where the story turns forward.

#Lore #HistoricalFiction
#XXX #Obsidian

twelve◇
January 12, 2026 at 5:48 AM
Patterns formed without instruction. Who spoke first, who never spoke at all. What was done alone, what was never done in daylight.

No one enforced these rules.
They were learned by watching.

This is how order began; without leaders, without law.

#Lore #XXX
#Adultstorytelling

eleven◇
January 12, 2026 at 5:42 AM
When they began to recognize one another, nothing was spoken. There were no oaths. No agreement beyond restraint. What bound them was discretion — a shared understanding that survival depended on being unreadable. This was not unity. It was alignment.

#Lore #Obsidian #AdultStorytelling

ten◇
January 12, 2026 at 5:36 AM
Certain places drew them in. A house, a road, a piece of land left untouched. Those who carried similar instincts found one another there, not by plan or signal, but by recognition. This was the beginning of convergence.

#Lore #HistoricalFiction #DarkFolklore #Xenoborn #AdultStorytelling

nine◇
January 12, 2026 at 5:31 AM
The trials ended, the story did not. What was obvious was extinguished. What survived learned restraint. Traits softened. Desires went unnamed. Instincts hid inside work, ritual, & routine. The world that followed believed the danger had passed. It only changed form.

#Lore #Obsidian #XXX

eight◇
January 12, 2026 at 5:14 AM
After 1692, some remained. They were taken in quietly, kept close to land or family, or remembered only in fragments.

What followed them was never named. It passed on anyway.

They were not erased.
They were absorbed.

#Lore #HistoricalFiction #GayCreators #AdultStorytelling #Obsidian

seven◇
January 12, 2026 at 5:13 AM
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January 11, 2026 at 2:32 AM
The fire did not end me. It taught me how to wait. Tomorrow, the archive continues.

#Tuskbane #LostPigArchives #Xenoborn #QueerHistory #ArchiveContinues

six ◇
January 11, 2026 at 4:20 AM
I did not survive by fighting. I survived by shrinking. By listening. By keeping what burned where no one could reach it.

#Tuskbane #LostPigArchives #EroticWriting #QueerErotica #AdultStorytelling

five ◇
January 11, 2026 at 4:12 AM
Desire did not ask for forgiveness. It asked for a body.

#Tuskbane #NSFW #GayEroticArt #Xenoborn #ObsidianHouse

four ◇
January 11, 2026 at 3:51 AM