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Bejewelled Goblin
Comm for @/Shigekuni8 Spicy alts via 馃吙atreon
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urivart 6 hours
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Goblin witch finished for @/PalurdasK
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goblin-social 1 day
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Goblin changelog, 24/04/2024
You can now follow tags in Goblin, thanks to the stellar work of @[email protected]
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Extended the de-duplication of posts to mastodon threads and conversations (it only applied to goblin posts until now). This is how a 'toot-storm' looked before:
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And this is how it looks now:
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Fixed images not showing up in reblog trails when coming from outside goblin.
Added a new text style: Big:
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Added 'human-readable' urls for the posts: No longer https://goblin.band/notes/9sf708u0zvw8neq3, but https://goblin.band/@sesamenom/not-goblin-related-but-does-anyone-know-why
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whereserpentswalk 2 days
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You sell items to adventurers for a living. It's relatively easy to get business in a frontier city like the one you live in. You were planning on becoming an adventurer yourself but an injured leg when you were young prevented that. But because you already know how to find items, and how they should be fairly priced, so it's a good living.
Not everyone who thinks of themselves as adventurers actually are adventurers. You sometimes have to sell weapons to naive groups of kids, who have no idea what they're doing. Useally you humor them, they tend to go off into useless places with no gold to be found, an old mineshaft that's been explored a thousand times over has become famous for such things. If they seem like they'll go somewhere way more dangerous than they should, you point them to the mineshaft.
Of course, most of your business is from actual adventurers. They tend to be wanderers, foreigners, a lot of ex merchants or ex millitary, or children of nobility who cant inherent, the type of people who never had the chance to make a safe living. Most of them are nice to you, and if they're not you know how to get them to leave.
You also know how to become a protecter for the adventuring parties who need it. Your shop is basically the center of their community in this part of the city. If a spellcaster is part of an illegal religion, or performing banned practices, you know what symbols to sell them to help them hide themselves. If someone is clearly a runaway slave or serf, or from a race that's considered a monster in this part of the world, you know how the forge the right documents. There was a hobgoblin who frequented your shop for a long time, who you sold weapons to, who you had to testify in front of the city sherif was not a hobgoblin but was infact a member of a rare subrace of elf that you made up to protect him. You may have also recently made an entire fictional category of magic legally real for the sake of protecting some necromancers you know.
There are some people you never sell to. It's not considered good principle to sell to people who would gladly kill your other clients. There was a group of warriors weilding holy magic who talked a lot about punishing sinners, they came back with the heads of goblins and hobgoblins a lot, and vampires, and humans of religions other then theirs. After they started bringing in more of their freinds you cut them off.
There are people who you wished you hadn't sold to for other reasons. There was this human noble girl who you sold a suit of armor to, she had run away from an arranged marriage and joined an adventuring party so she could be as far from her parents as possible. She seemed so excited to be in a big city, to be out in the world, she chatted with you for hours about an epic poem from ages long gone that she liked. When she came back to your shop after her first quest she had turned undead, something happened in her first dungeon that changed her, her skin was pale, and her teeth had turned sharp, you just remember her shivering and trying to cry, and muttering about how cold she was. Her other party members said they were happy she was more durable like this, they didn't seem to care about her outside of that.
And of course, there's the fact that every adventurer you know, useally doesn't come back eventually. When a full party goes you can assume they left town, but when just one or two from a party is missing there tends to be one explanation. Most adventurers don't have long careers, and mortality especially high for rookies. But you don't tend to ask if anyone is dead, it's better to just assume they went home, as implausible as it may be.
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nerdbayne-art 2 days
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Hecate
Commission for Shidyk
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fish-wonder-seat 3 days
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thestalkerbunny 2 days
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Fun Fact, Although I resent most sports and dislike spectating most sports, I've always enjoyed the Winter Olympics-specifically the Ice Skating portion. As a person who has been ice skating and been absolute fail city at it-I can appreciate the skill it takes to make those sick jumps.
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She would like to thank Hatsune Miku and Jesus for this win for the Gobs AND the Weebs.
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hobohobgoblim 1 day
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snugar bowl.
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mizunosuzuka 22 hours
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I was inspired by @kottkrig's recent deader art to redoodle up some of my WoW characters, including my blind undead Monk Artemezia, and her new bestie Odtsetseg, a hot tempered (and also blind) brewmaster monk that takes absolutely no shit.
They'll be in a bagel shop near you so make sure there's plenty of sesame.
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goblinfables 3 months
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:O
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avinnypencilman 22 days
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Been thinking on a fantasy concept where Orcs and Goblins are actually from the same species from different genders. Kind of inspired on the large female sexual dimorphism found in spiders and anglerfish.
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rariatoo 3 months
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my design gob girl
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oops-all-goodberries 1 month
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I guess my thing right now is drawing my dnd characters lookin' melancholic.
so this time I doodled my Draconic Goblin, Pike!
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kabewski 9 months
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A Goblin Gun Witch and her little helpers.
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filibusterfrog 3 months
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goblin for @rpbattleman
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specshroom 26 days
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Fantasy Short Kings <3
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Your typical brash Dwarf warrior. Who is only amused when you, the mage of the party, try and rile him up by poking fun at his height. He knows you're only acting like a brat so he'll go rough on you but he eventually gives in to your lewd fantasies.
"You know, I can probably find a spell to make you....bigger."
He grabs onto the belt hugging your hips and pulls you down to your knees in front of him.
"Are ya sure? Ye can't even handle me this size, Lass."
You can't help the pleased look on your face as you bite your lip and look up at him with love struck eyes from your place, kneeling on the floor. The dwarf scoffs at how satisfied you are with yourself and your "plan". He wastes no time lifting you over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying you towards his tent.
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Goblin boyfriend who is very horny for you and you alone. When others belittle his sexual abilities or make fun of his height he probably wasn't listening cus he was staring at your boobs. However, when he does manage to pay attention to the comments, his reaction is basically just: "Hoes mad."
He's obsessed with your legs, thighs specifically. He encourages you to wear shorts, skirts, dresses, tighter pants, anything to show off your gorgeous legs.
His goal is to make you feel even half as sexy as he thinks you are.... and he really likes your legs. His undeniable attraction and unrelenting hunger for you gets you off far more than any bigger man could.
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Werewolf who's the runt of his pack and definitely on the smaller side. Most of the pack laughs when he finally confesses that he got a mate. He's confided with you about his insecurities before and how the pack treats him so you already have the perfect game plan when you both get invited to a pack get-together. That's why you're bouncing on his cock in the backseat of his car moaning into his neck,
"You gonna mark me up, Baby? Show them who I belong to?"
Making him whine out, "Yeah, f-fuck yes." while gripping your hips and cumming inside your greedy hole.
The look on his pack mates faces was priceless when you walked in there basically reeking of each other with barely hidden bite marks. While the older adults just looked happy that the smallest cub got himself a loving mate, many of the younger adults were clearly struggling with the fact that the runt they bullied for so long actually fucks.
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