Tristen

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💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚

i can finally show you the commission i did for Kudo over on VGen ✨
(...because i only finished it now)

[ #art #pathfinder #ttrpg #dnd ]

A selfie of Rose (a white woman with shoulder length brown hair) wearing a purple shirt with a caticorn illustration and the words #WIPSnips a Bluesky writing community tag.

The back of the dark Poole shirt that says Come for the words, stay for the vibes. Established 2023.

Don’t get too excited when I post this y’all, because I do not currently have plans to make “merch”, but I got a thing for myself to do passive advertising at events I’m attending & to maybe find WIPSnippers in the wild & to be proud of nearly 2 years of #WIPSnips!

It came out so good. I’m stoked!

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I hope you are all doing well 💜♥️

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag August 11 - real Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is black with stars with a light blue rectangle highlighted by a fuchsia line. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips

The word for August 11th is "real"

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Why she stuck at 30ish?

"Do you have any games on your phone"

does anyone know what happened to @VPSupport ?
#VPSupport #VirtualPhotography

Don't understand? Or they were just curious how many kids you want. That's a perfectly normal question to ask. No reason to judge em for it.

dungeon exploration

That's so beautifuuulllll 💛❤️💚

Aaaah adorable fairy 😍🧚🤗

Layla Marie donated to the museum! Yaay!
#Skyrim

Alyssa Carter
#Fallout #NewVegas #VirtualPhotography #VRRepost

Pillow MK2 2 sketch ych with options A - I.

Sketch raffle To join: - Repost & like - Follows appreciate but not necessary - post ref in comments and expression (a - I) Extras (not necessary, but add it in the comments) - Glue on body - X-ray - Parent mode Character rules: - Different body types Ok! - Gock ok too! - no loli shit!

SKETCH #RAFFLE

Follow-up to the original #PillowYCH, but this time as a sketch! Check extra image for rules.

1 winner today (Picked in like 6–8h) + 1 tomorrow.

If this gets a lot of traction I'll add it as a #VgenComm.

Good luck! :3

#NDArt

- Could do a fuzzy lady like Daffodil? If not I have another I could submit.
- Expression A or G please!
- What's "Parent Mode"? I might want it but idk 👀
Thank you for the opportunity 🤗🤍

Your art and style are so sweet and pretty ❤️

Revenge on @sashatf.bsky.social !

#art #artfight

Happiness was fallen sick, and Understanding fell to siege by the forces of Sadness and Anger. The turmoil came to its height as she entered the lonely Glade; Torius was back enn, for she’d not awaited him like usual, and clouds were thick overhead. She wandered the Glade’s edges, hands trailing along the bark of trees as pikes clashed against shields and cavalry charged in from the sides; Acceptance held on, trusting against all hope for aid. Cruschk! She nearly heard the crushing of a great stalk and the pressing of a vibrant yellow; the noise was to her as the crack of axe against a bird’s home and crashing boom of its fall. Picking up her foot, she saw beneath the yellow flower crushed and felled. Twas alike to the dandelion yet larger, and vein-like colors spiraled its stalk like a lighthouse’s stripes. Anger withdrew whilst Vain fled thither; Acceptance and Sadness made truce. Tears came to her eyes as she knelt to lift the remains of that beautiful thing, and she cradled it in her arms, retreating to the log. The sun’s warmth and sky’s dew came together once upon a time to feed the seed which grew into flower. Into a flower that reflected its parents and beyond; that billows like the noontide globe and that glisters with the morning dew. That something so small could hold the eternal beauty of Day and Nature as one. That such a thing could be totally killed with one accidental step. Layla Marie was afraid, wasn’t she? Afraid of this happening to me? I’m alive. I’m alive, but am I happy? I only thanked Dalla out of habit, not because I was thankful. I should have been thankful. It is better than nothing – far better, and a gift. After losing her lover, she’s still so sweet, even to me. She deserves better.

Finally, Torius arrived and found her twiddling that flower, and sitting beside her he asked, “Whatcha got there?” “I dunno its name.” “I think it’s a séafuiner .” “Does that mean something?” The boy was quiet a moment, rubbing his fingers as if to snap them, then, “Maybe… breathin’ blossom.” It won’t breathe anymore, she mouthed. “Whasat?” “I- ehem – I crushed it. Accidentally, when I arrived. I felt bad and wanted to admire it before… y’know.” “Felt bad?” he smiled faintly. “I know it’s nonsense.” “Nah, nah; it’s perty-sense. And, well, I think I know a better way to admire it.” “Really?” she looked up to him, hardly sure she could believe it. “Lemme see it.” He gently took it from her hands and, with some fiddling, set it amid her flaxen hair. “I can’t see it now,” she complained. “But I can, right – ehem – right next to yer koola face. And to me that… ‘at makes a more rosèa view.” Despite his slowing speech, a smile sprung upon her cheeks; and her teary eyes and fresh-washed hair glistered all the brighter. Torius smiled back, dark though his lips, his hair, his eyes; the wood about in shadow cast him, yet he was to her a light. But her smile followed suit her words, “But it’ll fade soon, like everything.” “Aw, why the gloom?” “Gloom?” she broke. “You’re dark elves! You live in the Dark Wood, you admire fire, you- you talk about hanging out! Don’t you like gloom?” “No one ever said we like it,” his voice cracked, “but we gotta deal with it; it’s part of us.”

This is quite long and quite old, so maybe I need to go over and revise it by now, but it's the first scene that came to mind when I read "flower." This is fairly early in Zeyla and Tory's friendship.
Rosèa means beautiful and is a word in his tongue influenced by hers.
#WIPSnip #Writer

Happiness was fallen sick, and Understanding fell to siege by the forces of Sadness and Anger. The turmoil came to its height as she entered the lonely Glade; Torius was back enn, for she’d not awaited him like usual, and clouds were thick overhead. She wandered the Glade’s edges, hands trailing along the bark of trees as pikes clashed against shields and cavalry charged in from the sides; Acceptance held on, trusting against all hope for aid. Cruschk! She nearly heard the crushing of a great stalk and the pressing of a vibrant yellow; the noise was to her as the crack of axe against a bird’s home and crashing boom of its fall. Picking up her foot, she saw beneath the yellow flower crushed and felled. Twas alike to the dandelion yet larger, and vein-like colors spiraled its stalk like a lighthouse’s stripes. Anger withdrew whilst Vain fled thither; Acceptance and Sadness made truce. Tears came to her eyes as she knelt to lift the remains of that beautiful thing, and she cradled it in her arms, retreating to the log. The sun’s warmth and sky’s dew came together once upon a time to feed the seed which grew into flower. Into a flower that reflected its parents and beyond; that billows like the noontide globe and that glisters with the morning dew. That something so small could hold the eternal beauty of Day and Nature as one. That such a thing could be totally killed with one accidental step. Layla Marie was afraid, wasn’t she? Afraid of this happening to me? I’m alive. I’m alive, but am I happy? I only thanked Dalla out of habit, not because I was thankful. I should have been thankful. It is better than nothing – far better, and a gift. After losing her lover, she’s still so sweet, even to me. She deserves better.

Finally, Torius arrived and found her twiddling that flower, and sitting beside her he asked, “Whatcha got there?” “I dunno its name.” “I think it’s a séafuiner .” “Does that mean something?” The boy was quiet a moment, rubbing his fingers as if to snap them, then, “Maybe… breathin’ blossom.” It won’t breathe anymore, she mouthed. “Whasat?” “I- ehem – I crushed it. Accidentally, when I arrived. I felt bad and wanted to admire it before… y’know.” “Felt bad?” he smiled faintly. “I know it’s nonsense.” “Nah, nah; it’s perty-sense. And, well, I think I know a better way to admire it.” “Really?” she looked up to him, hardly sure she could believe it. “Lemme see it.” He gently took it from her hands and, with some fiddling, set it amid her flaxen hair. “I can’t see it now,” she complained. “But I can, right – ehem – right next to yer koola face. And to me that… ‘at makes a more rosèa view.” Despite his slowing speech, a smile sprung upon her cheeks; and her teary eyes and fresh-washed hair glistered all the brighter. Torius smiled back, dark though his lips, his hair, his eyes; the wood about in shadow cast him, yet he was to her a light. But her smile followed suit her words, “But it’ll fade soon, like everything.” “Aw, why the gloom?” “Gloom?” she broke. “You’re dark elves! You live in the Dark Wood, you admire fire, you- you talk about hanging out! Don’t you like gloom?” “No one ever said we like it,” his voice cracked, “but we gotta deal with it; it’s part of us.”

This is quite long and quite old, so maybe I need to go over and revise it by now, but it's the first scene that came to mind when I read "flower." This is fairly early in Zeyla and Tory's friendship.
Rosèa means beautiful and is a word in his tongue influenced by hers.
#WIPSnip #Writer

“(Spoiler)’s… body is gone, but we haven’t made a lamp for him. So where is he?” The lady smiled – slight as a leaf’s whisper on a calm summer eve – and said, “Elky, I want you to close your eyes.” “Okay.” “Now, listen: do you hear the soughing of trees and water nearby? Can you feel the breeze’s light brush on your skin? The soft earth sturdy neath the soles of your feet? That’s where he lives, for now; he is part of the world.” “Wow. Like- like a diadorn?” “In a way.” “Like Koolatu. So shareans become diadorn when they die?” “No, just something… similar.” “Oh. It’s just, I thought- I thought,” her lips turned to quiver, “I thought maybe we could talk to him.” Smiling all the sweeter, the lady Serylla bent and looked Zeyla in the eyes, “We have tales of folk who passed speakin’ to those they consider closest one final time before they leave.” “Really?” the girl sniffed. “Yes! I might have seen one myself. There’s this sarelvun been roamin’ the woodland, disappearin’ when one nears. Some folk think it’s just an ordinary man; I believe it’s Samayō’s spirit, whose lamp was never lit. That’s part of why I don’t cry so much anymore; I think I’ll see (Spoiler) one last time, in my dreams if nowhere else.” “Dr-dreams?” “I’ve met folks in my dreams. My ma and pa, and Elky Tatsuya. Even my unborn brother,” she chuckled though her cheeks were broken by glistering trails, “his laugh always drives away nightmares.” They grew quiet, and only the earth spake while they tended its wounded needs, until after a time Serylla called it a day and invited them each in for tea.

This isn't the first scene I thought of when I read "brush," but it's so sweet and weird I wanted to share it.
#WIPSnips #Writer

“(Spoiler)’s… body is gone, but we haven’t made a lamp for him. So where is he?” The lady smiled – slight as a leaf’s whisper on a calm summer eve – and said, “Elky, I want you to close your eyes.” “Okay.” “Now, listen: do you hear the soughing of trees and water nearby? Can you feel the breeze’s light brush on your skin? The soft earth sturdy neath the soles of your feet? That’s where he lives, for now; he is part of the world.” “Wow. Like- like a diadorn?” “In a way.” “Like Koolatu. So shareans become diadorn when they die?” “No, just something… similar.” “Oh. It’s just, I thought- I thought,” her lips turned to quiver, “I thought maybe we could talk to him.” Smiling all the sweeter, the lady Serylla bent and looked Zeyla in the eyes, “We have tales of folk who passed speakin’ to those they consider closest one final time before they leave.” “Really?” the girl sniffed. “Yes! I might have seen one myself. There’s this sarelvun been roamin’ the woodland, disappearin’ when one nears. Some folk think it’s just an ordinary man; I believe it’s Samayō’s spirit, whose lamp was never lit. That’s part of why I don’t cry so much anymore; I think I’ll see (Spoiler) one last time, in my dreams if nowhere else.” “Dr-dreams?” “I’ve met folks in my dreams. My ma and pa, and Elky Tatsuya. Even my unborn brother,” she chuckled though her cheeks were broken by glistering trails, “his laugh always drives away nightmares.” They grew quiet, and only the earth spake while they tended its wounded needs, until after a time Serylla called it a day and invited them each in for tea.

This isn't the first scene I thought of when I read "brush," but it's so sweet and weird I wanted to share it.
#WIPSnips #Writer

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag August 9 - brush Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is black with stars with a light blue rectangle highlighted by a fuchsia line. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner

The #WIPSnips word for August 9th is "brush"

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

🫂i not slept well either

Law of the Legion - 07/24/2025
#Skyrim #VirtualPhotography #VPRepost

Rings 💍 - 07/28/2025
#Skyrim #VirtualPhotography #VPRepost

The Trial - 08/02/2025
(Another scene based on my books, more specifically how I imagine it every time I hear this song. Took me a couple days and isn't perfect, but I'm pretty happy ☺️)
#Skyrim #VirtualPhotography #VPSupport #VPRepost

A colored chibi of Cole from the video game Dragon Age Inquisition. He's smiling, has his very large hat from and his daggers from the book Asunder.

A chibi Cole from last year for #DAFanFriday !
#dragonage #art