#THE PINK TRASH GOBLIN-

[spectra473]

*[Throws him at you]*

Working on a Lycan design! This is the base I have so far. Much a twink~

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

okay! so here is the spider-man!ethan blurb @hyeyulove requested from my 500 celebration! asking for friends that are in love with physical gesture prompts ‘tipping your chin to make you look into their eyes’ and ‘pulling you by the waist’ i wasn’t able to do the neck touch since i just could fit it in right. i’m not too happy with the last paragraph, but win some lose some. i hope you enjoy this blurb💗

pairing: spider-man!ethan landry x fem!reader wc:893

tw: mentions of blood (reader is cleaning wounds)

masterlist / ethan landry

“y/n-“ “don’t talk.” tone clipped and short.

it was four in the morning, you and ethan huddled in your small bathroom. he was sitting on the closed toilet lid, top half of his suit pulled off to expose any damaged skin. you were standing between his open legs as you pushed his damp curls away from his face so you could try and clean a wound on his temple that held dried blood. soaked cotton ball with rubbing alcohol stinging at the wound, ethan hissed and instinctively wrapped his big palms around your thighs, blunt nails curling into the hem of your sleep shorts.

“who’s the bully beating up my best friend tonight?” voice soft from just a second ago, not able to keep a tough façade with ethan for long. you dabbed twice more at the wound before leaning in to gently blow it dry, placing a bandaid over it.

ethan’s thumbs rubbed back and forth over the skin of your thigh, “goblin. i think he’s getting crazier each day. throwing pumpkin bomb after pumpkin bomb, swear he almost cut me in half with his glider.” his eyes dropped to look at his ribs where a bandage was wrapped thrice over the angry cut. probably be healed completely by the end of tomorrow.

a hum was heard from you as you were busy preparing another cotton ball to continue cleaning ethan’s dirty face. “well i’m glad he missed. would totally ruin my weekend.” trying for a light joke and it worked causing ethan to jump his fingers to your waist and start tickling. a high screech at the invasion of his dancing fingers to your sensitive skin, “stop! stop! i’m kidding! kidding!”

his fingers stopped and he wrapped his arms around your waist to tug you closer, his chin resting near your belly button. “you’d only be upset if i died cause now you can’t watch movies?” a joking tone with puppy eyes.

you plopped your hands to his shoulders and said with the utmost sincerity, “i would crumble if you died.” left hand leaving his shoulder so you could caress his plump cheek, “don’t know what i’d do without you.” the last sentence is practically a whisper due to the emotion crawling up your throat.

the bathroom grew still and quiet. the drip drip drip of your shower faucet and the steady night spilling into your open window being background noise. you and ethan are too entranced by each other’s eyes and touch, brain’s processing all the implications of this short conversation.

you broke the bubble first when you cleared your throat and looked away to grab your supplies. “just a few more then you can sleep.”

with a clean soaked ball you dabbed a few times to a cut on ethan’s eyebrow, blew it dry, then bandaged. cotton ball, dabbed at blood on his right cheek, blow, bandage. the last two cuts were on his lips.

“almost done, spidey.” a low murmur as you assessed the best way to work. ethan moved his head to the side distracted by something, so you just went for it. grabbing his chin between your thumb and pointer finger curled under the bone. “sorry, just easier for me to hold you.”

“it’s okay,” ethan whispered as you cleaned at the broken skin of his pink plush lips. he hissed only twice and his hands moved back to your thighs where he did slow up and down motions that made your stomach tingle.

you leaned back to throw away the stained ball and grabbed two thin bandages as you waited. “not gonna blow them dry?” ethan asked. eyes away from your trash can and back to ethan’s burning gaze, you couldn’t help licking your lips from a moment of nerves and ethan followed the action. “didn’t think you needed it.”

“no, no it’ll help.” sounding almost rushed with a slight plea for you to blow puffs of air over his broken lips. but if ethan said it’ll help…

so you leaned down as he tilted his head upward, faces nearly aligned with the angles and distance. two sets of tired eyes turned alight with a certain passion as you pucker your lips and pushed a breeze of air over the clean wounds. his lips were parted, eyes focused, hands moving, his head leaning in closer until there was exactly an inch of space separating the two of you from connecting.

and you so badly wanted to take that final leap, but tonight wasn’t the right time. so you pulled away and grabbed the two thin strips, peeling the covering off and meticulously covering up his battle scars of the night. fingertips brushing over his lips like a phantom touch, a greedy thing for you.

“think it’s time for much needed sleep,” touching ethan’s chin one more time. allowing a moment for your body to remember his caress of your thighs and his hold on your waist.

with a reluctant heart you pulled away from his orbit and addictive touch to leave ethan in the bathroom as you walked back to your bed and waited for him to crawl in beside you. where in the morning you would find yourself tangled in sheets and arms, only to tell yourself it meant nothing more than being comfortable friends.

but hoping for the day it all changes.

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[tiktaalic]

there's something . mainline quirkiness. where people are like. Signaling that they're Unique but ONLY in ways that involve consumption of beaten paths. i hate my stepson jason bumper stickers. do you know what i mean? i'm such a Goblin. it's a spin on the like. 2012 i'm literal trash touch m y butt and buy me pizza if you cant handle me at my fangirl you dont deserve me at my girlfriend. culture. do you know what i'm saying? signifiers of being Funny and Quirky and Having a personality that start and end at a bumper sticker or t-shirt that is pink with raccoons in trash cans. what does this actually tell me about you. nothing. an anime girl sticker tells me something. a harry styles sticker tells me something. #quirky repurposed tweets dont tell me anything except that you think they're funny to put on your car and you want to signal that you're funny and weird. this isnt #problematic it's just something i find annoying as someone pretentious. but i could start swinging and say there's significant overlap between the person described above and the #keepaustinweird crowd who cares about keeping a board game craft brewery open for the culture and talk about preserving the city while being completely checked out about people being pushed out of their neighborhoods and saying heinous shit about unhoused people ruining the vibe or whatever

[pink-onyx-au]

"It's going to be ok. We do this together next tume" WAIT is he talking to his gem aswell as Jasp?? Is the eeeeeeee pink!steven calming down because of it?

@playaofgames @brydav-massbear @trash-goblin-from-the-sewers

All good theories and observations yes yes~

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

🧶🌊🌈💖🗡️🐉💙🍪⚡️ for Vincenzia!

Sure! Oh by the way, it is Vincenza.

🧶 - Do they do any arts, crafts, or creative hobbies?

In the aftermath of the war between the Queenguards and their allies and The Titanic Ten, the resurrected legendary warriors, and rebel monsters whose side with them, and the arrival of the continent, Sweetopia, where The Candyfolk Kingdom reside (created by @cooltmoney95) coming to help aid everyone in the rebuilding of Mewni, she take up baking to help provide food aids for the people of baking. Vincenza is fast enough magically to delivery messages (if her crow, Salem is needed by the Second Division) to Captain Fum and food aids. Even considering helping Spikeballs (Her knight, Vega’s dad) out in construction work in repairing villages. But baking is what she got into the most in the rebuilding phrase of Mewni. The scent of breads rising up in the oven, freshly baked are so wonderful. This is all thanks to Vincenza spending her time with Gino Churro.

Cartography (when exploring Mewni in her free-time).

Occasionally singing (Warning: Covers your ears! She sounds like a combination of a mirror-phone vibrating, scratching on the chalkboard, and crow.)

💙 - Describe their bedroom! Is it personalized, unchanged? Messy, neat?

Vincenza tried to make her room neat and tidy to be presentable of her royal status. Her clothes are kept in her dress cabinet (it is where she stash board games and a box of her maps). She make sure to dusts it before the maids do. However, the room will occasionally have eagle feathers and outdated maps of Mewni, that she drew, scattered on the floor. Vincenza make sure to pick up the outdated maps and put them in a box for safekeeping. Otherwise the maids will throw them away by going into the trash, or worst, her mother see them.

Vincenza personalized her room to be a mix of Bloomcore and in-between Gothpunk and Whimsigothcore.

🍪 - What are their favorite scents?

Earth/Dirt (Thanks to Fum)

Cherry Blossom

The smell of freshly baked breads (Thanks to Gino Churro, @cooltmoney95’s Breadfolk and a part of the Sixth Division)

Bergamot Musk Scented Candle to ease her fatigue (useful for her because it delay her hunger whether she use her magical ability). It also help ease her anxiety.

Roses from Eclipsa’s Garden

Pig-Goat Stew and Smoked Pig-Goat Leg

Goblin Dog

Smell of the maps

Fresh air and floral scents of the the forests (both from Pixtopia and Mewni)

🌈 - Do you associate any colors with them?

Teal Blue

St. Patrick’s Blue

Navy Blue

Cerulean Blue

Vermillion Orange

Red Orange

Bright Red

Cherry Blossom Pink

Magenta

🐉 - Very serious question… are they more like a dragon, or a unicorn?

A unicorn, due to how rare I am in writing stories about her that I promise to, and her being one of the first Pixie Hybrids in existence in Tales of Mewni. Vincenza only appear in @kururu418’s Tales of Mewni (main storyline), the stories I typed using prompts, and the story of her and @laylaylamode’s Jia exploring Noceto Forest. I really need to finish the sequel. 😥

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

Her secret desire is to marry Fum (this character is The Captain of the Fifth Division and he belongs to @kururu418), but everyone in the Queensguard know. Her colleague, Robin Skylight (@cooltmoney95’s ToM SVTFOE next gen character) calls her Simp. 😂. That is why she is honing her size manipulation, in order to becomes bigger. By bigger, I means giant-sized, so she can challenge Fum to a duel of love. However, Lilli (ToM Brownie OC of @doomface) seem to beats her to it 😂.

People to play with in Dungeons and Dragons. (Although, I don’t know how to write a story of people playing that game. 😔)

⚡ - Does this oc have any unusual or “irrational” fears?

Ice Magic (because it is responsible for her unable to fly because of a broken wing), specially Astro’s Ice Magic.

Rubella’s cold stare when Vincenza is late for her lesson on diplomacy. Rubella Lucitor belongs to @cooltmoney95.

Losing control of herself when she get very wrathful/apeshit.

The Grove Guardians in the forests of Pixtopia Dimension.

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

Her scythe, The Befallen. It is forged in The Waterfolk Kingdom and is a gift from her twin sister, Cordelia.

Her red flowers hair clip.

Navy Blue hooded cape/Snowy Owl (A Beast in Pixtopia that was slain) Feathered Cape

💝 - How much effort do they put into appearances? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?

Vincenza doesn’t put much in though. Usually always wear her double dutch braids in her duty as a knight.

When it come to social events and representing the pixies in Pixtopia, Vincenza put a lot of effort in her appearances when it come to social events. She wears a Dutch Braided Bun when attending meetings with the heirs of Mewni Kingdoms and Monster Tribes on Cordelia’s behalf.

In her time on Earth, Vincenza is low-key into gothic fashion (Originally Pastel Goth. Vincenza is trying out a combination of Romantic Gothic Fashion and Faerie Gothic Fashion). Her theme of fashion is a cherry blossom theme.

[leneyxis]

I finally got myself a M9 inspired dice set from my amazing friend @abs00lut-trash who's a treasure trove of many many skills!! Dice making so happens to be one of them and I knew I had to get one from em!

Oki so here's the breakdown, when I and my friend were discussing the set, I realised it'd be perfect if each of the dice corresponded to their hit dice or something very unique to their class. We were hitting wall with cad and jester cuz both clerics, so we ended up making them the d20s

This is jester dice, pink base with blue inks. Rolls as chaotic as jester was

Cad, green with black smoke, for grave clerics vibes and bubblegum pink ink for numbers

D6 for Caleb cuz fireball. I love the red in this with the gold foils

D4 for nott, with goblin green color. And cuz rogue daggers

D8 for fjord

D10 for Kingsley, % for Beauregard. I can use them interchangeably but the blue(cobalt soul) and purple-pink are jus perfect

Lastly the d12, my most favourite dice among the set. Yasha's dice.

[goodbysunball]

Illegal life forever

Sleep's hard to come by these days, but important new music is not. Really excited about all of these albums, though I think a lot more people would be into the J.R.C.G. and Weak Signal records if they heard 'em. Feels wild to be alive in a time where this much new music hits a nerve.

J.R.C.G., Grim Iconic (Sadistic Mantra) LP (Sub Pop) Second album post-Dreamdecay from Justin R. Cruz Gallego, and it's a monster step forward from Ajo Sunshine. While sonically the two albums are drowning in layers of tom-forward drumming, buzzing synths, and effects-garbled vocals, Grim Iconic (Sadistic Mantra) puts all the pieces into a coherent whole. For whatever coherence is present, this is still a deeply adventurous, genreless, psych-damaged, electronics-rich album with enough twists and left turns to hogtie any attempts to pigeonhole it. My favorite songs, "Drummy" and "World i," are lush, heavy meditations on a single theme, driven forward by Gallego's nimble drum patterns and padded with enough synths to glide smoother than a limousine, even where blasts of white noise and black metal vocals come in. Then there's "Liv," in which Happy Songs For Happy People-era Mogwai splits open to reveal a warped vision of '00s dance-punk, or "Junk Corrido," where what sounds like a Goblin track falls off a cliff into eerie ambience, complete with thin, shallow woodwind exhalations. The album can feel just as impenetrable as it is approachable, but all the pieces fit, even where they normally wouldn't, a credit to the production of Gallego and Seth Manchester. Whether you're interested in pulling the million audio-instrumental threads stuffed into Grim Iconic (Sadistic Mantra) or you, like me, just want to listen to "Party People (Heaven)" at maximum volume and never leave its luscious confines, it's one of the year's must-hear records, and one that's scarcely left my listening rotation for months.

Jim Marlowe, Mirror Green Rotor in Profile CS (Medium Sound) From way back in January, a second solo cassette release from Louisville's most active musician, he of Sapat, Equipment Pointed Ankh, Tropical Trash, and now a member of Ryan Davis' Roadhouse Band. Where Time Out on the Miracle Index (Haha Tapes, 2022) veered more toward drone and ambient, Mirror Green Rotor in Profile triangulates on the surface somewhere between Vince Guaraldi, ZNR when they let their guard down, and the oft-orchestra'd crescendos of 00's indie. The latter is woven into a decidedly psychedelic tapestry, stripped of its sometimes embarrassing vocals and melodrama, revealing the many moving parts and layers intertwined and churning beneath. Hooks seem to fall right out of Marlowe's brain and hands, augmented by tumbling drums and hammered piano and a litany of other instruments I'm doomed to misidentify. The tracks that jump out on early listens, like "Imaginate Me" and "64 Deluxe: Plank Ring," are inventive and cartoonish like the cover art, both music and art reminiscent of animation for children from the '60s and '70s. The more pensive moments ("Bud Morton's All Gone," "Pink Rotor Mist") feel no less bright and vivid, the rich, warm percussion-heavy sound stringing together the short vignettes. The noted lack of cynicism, dropped in favor of a bright, punchy sound, shows where Marlowe contributes to Equipment Pointed Ankh, and anyone who liked either or both of their albums last year ought to be right at home on MIrror Green Rotor in Profile. The rest'll find something to hang their hat on across the albums 30 minutes, as these quick, unassumingly busy tracks reward both cursory and repeat listens. My favorite cassette of the year so far.

Mordecai, Seeds From the Furthest Vine LP (Petty Bunco) Sixth LP from America's finest purveyors of lo-fi scuzzy jangly rock, and if you thought they'd clean up with age, breathe a sigh of relief. The band has regrouped to deliver their best and most enjoyable LP yet, even with its members now spread out worldwide, far from their Montana roots. Seeds From the Furthest Vine eschews any crisp production techniques, arriving instead chock full of vocals that sound as if they were recorded through an oscillating fan, cardboard box drums, and guitar solos that wriggle violently like eels out of the players' grasp. While sonic similarities to their forebears can be spotted - Rep/Shepard/Jay, early Pavement, and a splash of the Galbraith/Russell corner of the NZ underground - there simply aren't many groups left that sound like Mordecai, let alone deliver on the promise of that suite of influences. Peep how the soft jangle of "Oval Door" collides with the sharp, clattering noise of "Meat on a Stick," or how the piercing woodwind of "Seeds From the Furthest Vine Pt. II" presages the Fall-indebted blare of "Never Get Ahead." Then there's the audacious seven minutes of garbage heap clang and manic vocals on "Down In an Alley," delivered over a warm harmonium and serving as the speaker-crackling comedown on a rather brilliant album. While it can sound like the group records spontaneously, using whatever means at hand when the situation demands it, the fact that the whole record flows effortlessly belies a logic behind the album's construction. The fragments of lyrics I can make out indicate a thoughtful, poignant core, roughed up and resilient, though more often they're buried and indecipherable ("When You Know Them As"). Vocals are an instrument, too, so whether you're comfortable with that fact or not, Seeds From the Furthest Vine's a winner, capable of floating on the fringes of your consciousness as much as it is enveloping it like a rough wool blanket.

Negative Gears, Moraliser LP (Static Shock) Second record from Sydney's Negative Gears, arriving after five long years, and it couldn't be more suited to the moment. The band sits within the dark grooves laid down by Crisis, Siekiera (both mentioned by the label) or Juju, fleshing that framework out with multiple guitars, keyboards and vocals dripping with contempt. They frame the moment through a psychological lens, lending fresh eyes to all the seemingly unsolvable problems everyone acknowledges: crushing workloads, social media-begotten loneliness, and keeping up appearances that everything's fine through it all. While their sound is certainly of a contemporary Australian lineage (equal parts Total Control, Constant Mongrel and Low Life), they keep it fresh and stand out on their own by bringing wild energy to the topics at hand, eyes bulging through the swelling, driving noise on "Room With a Mirror" and "Lifestyle Damages." Moraliser's catchy as hell in spite of its lyrical evisceration of society, late-stage capitalism and themselves, which they cover right off with "Negative Gear." Despite the dour topics tackled, there's an undeniable itchiness and movement about these songs; you could probably dance to "Ants" or "Connect," and I imagine they'll be crowd favorites in no time, tightly wound construction leading to anthemic release. Even though the music might lend itself to movement, there are long, moody tails at the end of each side to drive home the real state of things, conjuring visions of empty city streets, drizzle, wet trash rolling around, the unavoidable mess humans leave when they're gone. The earth will be fine even if we won't, and it's hard not to have some optimism about younger generations' action and impact, but on days when it feels like all's lost, Moraliser is the album to lean on.

Vampire, What Seems Forever Can Be Broken LP (Televised Suicide) It's been a bumper crop year for bands on the Amebix-Rudimentary Peni sound axis, and amongst the bunch that I've heard, Vampire's What Seems Forever Can Be Broken stands tall as my favorite. Any fan of Death Church is gonna find a lot to like here: tom drums pound, the bass threads vicious lines around each hit, and the guitar’s a distorted buzz saw. Where Vampire really distinguish themselves is their vocals, placed right up front and enunciated clearly despite the rage and bile bubbling underneath. Sounds like each of the three members takes turns, but the feral gnashing and their more melodic foil are the two vocalists that make the most appearances. The best vocal performance has to be the opening verse on "Endless Chain," where it sounds like the one vocalist is chewing off and spitting out each syllable, blood dripping from the corners of their mouth. "The Letter" is another standout, a disarming takedown of shamers and abusers set to an absolutely bulldozing riff. The band keeps things trim, with most songs snuffed out after two minutes, and that extends to the lyrics, too: “We’re looking for a future/there’s nothing to hold” hits the nail. There's a respect for their anarcho forebears, but Vampire veers slightly more toward hardcore, except with audio so crisp you can feel the sweat and spit coming out of the speakers. The production allows tracks like "Human Market Capital" to hit that much harder, all tightly wound tension and release squeezed inside 90 seconds. Gotten a ton of mileage out of What Seems Forever Can Be Broken, as much of an adrenaline boost and it is an unfortunate reflection of our current moment. Apropos now, and probably forever.

Weak Signal, Fine LP (12XU) If there is one band you should hear this year, it's Weak Signal, the quietly prolific trio from NYC. Fine already feels like a future classic, the kind of record that I listen to multiple times a day and still find more time to listen to again. The trio is brutally efficient: drums hammer rudimentary patterns, locked down by the bass, and the guitar chugs along with crunchy, muted notes and chords until a solo breaks free. The band's lyrics and Bones' straight, baritone delivery cut to the quick with the bite of Denis Johnson, unpretentious sentiments that are washed and tumbled from half-a-lifetime of experience, as cynical and biting as they are heartbreaking in their economy. They can cut both ways at once, like "I only love my friends/that's why I leave them be" from "Baby," or the chorus to "Wannabe," where Bones manages to sound both at peace and deflated. They even reach for a bit of unapologetic hedonism on "Rich Junkie" and all without a whiff of condescension, a fleeting thought given space and squashed in the span of two minutes. The lyrical efforts would all be for naught if the music wasn't up to snuff, but the band has doubled down on their streamlined grunge sound, excess grime wiped clean and even given a bit of polish with acoustic guitar and mellotron accents. There are blasts of noise that open up each side of the record, rock star moves from a group that deserves to make 'em, but they're tamped down in favor of choruses and guitar lines that both stick in your craw. The combination of the music and lyrics connects in such a primal, satisfactory way that it's almost beyond words, but when the solo on "Disappearing" hits, or "A Little Hum" leaves you with a lump in your throat, you just know this is it. Feels like a big moment for a band that deserves a bit of recognition - a fact wryly acknowledged by Bones a few times on the album - and here's hoping Fine is the album that does it.

[shameboree]

ATTIC GOBLIN ?

YEAH SO when we moved in there was like this wadded up pair of pink panties in the basement that hadnt been there a few days before when we did our final walkthrough or whatever right. and then my fuzzy socks would go missing and some leggings and then our fucking FORKS which were DISCONTINUED so we cant even replace them!!!!! also the toilet paper would run out like super fast and i drink A Lot of diet dr pepper so i DO pee a lot but this was just fucken ridiculous!!!!! anyway so our one old roommate suggested ghost but me n polks were like fuck off this is OUR house!!

anyway so one day im slumped down on the couch w earbuds in having a good time and my friend kos comes downstairs to brew his sleepy ass some fresh shit tier coffee at like 5pm on a weekday. tbh i was talking about one of my homebrew blorbos being harassed and having just a great time with it so i didnt want to speak to anyone and just EXTREMELY avoided eye contact n sank as deep as i could into the bigass pillows of our honestly very nice goodwill upper middle class grandma couch. the point of that is when you walk downstairs and turn into the kitchen you cant really see me at this angle and i am DEAD SILENT bc my keyboard was apparently made of marshmallows or smth AND im metal gear box stealth mode trying to not be noticed here so i can talk about my barbies being menaced uninterrupted.

SO because of all that when kos came back downstairs for his coffee which had been brewing for probably not very long but i was in the Blorbo Zone where time is fake so i couldnt in good faith give an estimate he did NOT see me. well while hes in the kitchen puttering around i just start losing my shit on account of my blorbarbies in agonies brings me Such Joys and i think this startled him so bad he has to take a stress shower because i heard the bathroom door SLAM and the water start running. at some point after this polks comes home from work and starts pissed off nagging us over WHO MADE THIS COFFEE MESS IN MY KITCHEN!! kos comes downstairs for the Commotions and apparently the coffee pot was sitting on the counter with some fresh coffees while the rest of it fresh waterfalled all into our silverware and pots n pans spaces HOWEVER!! MYSTERY TIME!! he has not been downstairs since he started brewing his trash sludge.

INTERMISSION: THINGS TO NOTE ABOUT OUR HOUSE: the back door is literally INCHES from the downstairs bathroom. the attic is not a panel or ceiling access its just a door right by all our bedroom doors and it wont latch which was So Annoying bc the cats were UNREASONABLE THIRSTY to get up there so we had to install a loop n hook latch to keep it shut but whichever one of us did that goofed it up pretty bad bc the door is still perpetually cracked open like probably a full inch and a half. id love to take the credit for this but i think it was polks who is absolutely phenomenal at fucking up installations of things. OTHER NOTABLE THINGS ABOUT POLKS: her single biggest fear on this planet is shit like Crawlspace Man. just Some Guy living in your home without you knowing. also we have a dark little crawlspace down in the basement, for ambience

MOVING ON at this point i still dont give a shit about anything happening around me because i am inflicting sufferings upon my from scratch blorbo BUT my brain is putting the pieces together which i then immediately do a toddler vs 1000 piece puzzle it took you a year to assemble and just totally waste that shit from my thinkspace bc i wanna play DOLLS instead. polks and kos are also putting their little pieces together but they are Not braindead dipstick idiots like yours truly so they decide to check the whole haus bottom up, starting with the crawlspace. great news! the crawlspace is empty!! other older news: i def heard the cabinet ruining coffee fuckuper come down from upstairs.

i forgot to mention that for this househunt polks armed herself with our fucking broom and was wielding it handle side out because It Has Reach and a knife would Escalate The Situation. anyway they make their way upstairs and i am doing absolute jackshit nothing to help because, again, i am fucking brain poisoned to prioritize oc cummies over every single thing on this planet. its in my fucking genetic code. so while im fuckin useless theyre up there talking about how fucking weird this is and scuffling around or whatever but the second they go into the attic its dead silent and NOT because they go silent but because the attic is some fucked up sound void and past the first 3 steps you can hear total fuck all from outside. at this point my little toddler brain realizes this puzzle is actually indestructible so when kos and polkie are out of the void audible again i Already Knew i had to start being a fucking adult instead of playing barbies which DID feel like a personal affront.

tbh i dont even remember how polks reacted bc i was so CMON MAN!! at our attic dweller for cucking me bc now i gotta call the fuckin cops AND change the locks AND i still gotta get up at 420 in the mother blessed am for work, so basically this entire stunt was a hate crime against me specifically.

we dont really go in our attic much and never even bothered fetching the cats when they went up there but we HAD been up there before so when i went up there and saw fuckin blankets and takeout containers and also some clothes stuffed into drafty holes it was like, kind of Obvious that yeah some bitch was stealing my forks and not paying rent and eating all my toilet paper and FOR SOME REASON had the audacity to ALSO go ahead and pour out a cup of coffee in BROAD DAYLIGHT while we were OBVIOUSLY HOME. the fucking NERVE!!

so!! thats our Event that i honestly forget happened most of the time. we actually refer to them as Attic Dobby i think on account of my THIEVED socks but then of course attic dobby became sexy dobby as is the natural progression of things. we have many big tity dobbie drawings around the house and we love to show them to guests. i may have lost some forks i cant fucking replace so ill never have a matching set again BUT now my house has so many slutty big tit thong and louboutin adorned dobbys that kos and i have bonded so much over drawing that it all evens out in the end and i definitely dont get mad about the forks ever. less important than dobbys big naturals but still notable: exposure therapy works as polks no longer has the Crawlspace Man Terrors!

[friendly-books]

Dresden files Comics live reaction

Comics

Welcome to the Jungle

Why are all these animals have glowing yellow eyes?

The shadow is definitely not human. With that habsburg chin. And there’s a secretary guard and he’s definitely a goner.

Oh I think that’s Murphy and Carmichael

Harry looks less scruffy than I thought he would

Harry getting kicked like a soccer ball in his shield

Harry used electricity it was super efficient

The Blue Beetle!

Dana seems. . .intense

I like Reese

Oh flashback

I like Will

Lions and tigers and bears oh my

A binding spell I hope the lion is ok

So cool that Harry used a filing cabinet to fend off a lion

Yes Harry use the sprinklers

Will are you hiding in a trash can?

“It’s mass confusion. The whole place had turned into dare I say it? A zoo.” Ha

Dana is up to something why all that blood?

Yeah she differently did it. Look at that low angle picture of her.

Mister!

“People suck. But persons are worthwhile, miss rogers. Always.” Interesting

Bob!

Oh no ascension ritual

A hag

Ahh scary dog

Now we’re on a car chase

I forgot how hostile Murphy was to Harry in the beginning of the series

Oh no poor Reese :(

Poor Moe

Poor Will

I love the picture of Harry using his magic in the circle

Oh the tracking spell is green

Is Harry in the Undertown? I thought he learned about that in Summer Knight. Ah he’s just in an abandoned subway.

“Fair fights are for suckers” Yep

I knew Dana was the bad guy

Oh no there’s three of them

Good idea using the environment to crush the hag

“I’ve taken your rod! I’ve taken your staff!

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM

You should’ve taken my gun.” Ha

Oh no the Hag has Will

Yes Harry unlock Moe’s cage

Go Moe!

Ghoul Goblin

Yep the British military person is entitled and raciest

Fish monster I wonder if it’s a Formor or a different kind of fish monster?

Does a gun work underwear?

I thought wizards couldn’t get normal sick

Why does the picture of Justin look different than in the previous comic? Why are Harry and Elaine in uniforms?

Blue Beetle!

Those dark shadows around the sheriffs eyes are suspicious

Ancestors cures spooky

Oh no a goblin

Oh dream catchers. I have a few (3)

Oh no a ghoul

Ahh that tongue reminds me of venom :(

Oh no poor Joseph

Oh a soul gaze

Harry that’s so much blood on you

Cool nature spirit

Big snake

“The worth of a single human life can’t be measured by its comparative brevity.” Yep

The goblin didn’t strike me as the well read time. Could be the ghoul

Oh Ambre was the ghoul

Oh no poor Maddie

War Cray

Big battle

Too many mouths too many teeth

Harry’s gloved hand ouch

Carlos and co.!

Yes Harry has a reputation

How are they going to last till sunrise?

Interesting seeing Harry take command

Ouch Will Bill got his hand broken

What

Is

That

Too many mouths too many teeth too big pink thing

“It’s a Shoggoth. The spawn of the outsider, drawn to sentience and able to consume only sentient beings.” Spooky

“Dresden you crazy bastard, this plan of yours just might work!” Ha and yep that’s a staple of Harry’s plan

Thomas!

“For the most willful, old-fashioned, stupidly courageous person I’ve ever known-my brother.” Aw I love Thomas narration and his love for Harry

“But he’s the first person whose example I’ve felt I needed to live up too.” Aw Thomas

“How in the world does my brother do this kind of thing constantly.” He’s a good person

Cool that Wild Bill lifted the house up

“I’ve been here for less than an hour, and already I’ve seen the impossible-an army held off by a few inexperienced wizards and frightened scholars.

All because of Harry.

I’ve seen him in situations like this before, and yet, for a moment-just a moment-I think this is going to be the time when he runs out of ideas.

Then I see that look in his eyes-and I know what he’s going to do before he says it.

Harry Dresden plays to win.” Ha

Unleash the Kraken!” Ha

Justin looks different than the other two times in the comic

“Some distant part of my mind screams that it’s an illusion that my old mentor, Justine DuMorne was long gone, dead by my hand-but it’s like trying to hear the faint lyrics of a song lost amid a deafening roar of static.

Instead, instinct takes over as I’m swept away by a wave of fear and rage…” Poor Harry

“…it’s the look of unshakable trust in my brothers eyes, even as my hands tighten around his throat.” Aw :)

I love the picture of Harry and Thomas sitting down together

Down Town

Spooky throne

Oh telekinesis

Mouse!

I hope Marcone is in one of these comics

Blue Beetle in all its multi color glory

Thomas!

Who’s the old white guy?

That’s Marcone! Him! No. Send it back. Not my Marcone. Begone imposter. My Marcone is @drawsdenfiles and @kaphkas fanart

“It’s been too long, warden Dresden.” Yes it has been too long

Molly why are you so hostile to Marcone and co.?

Ok I’ve accumulated to this Marcone

I love that Marcone came to Harry

I’m not sure if Marcone wants to Harry to investigate or not

What is that thing?

Oh Marcone’s perspective

I love how protective Marcone is of his people

“I know mister Dresden very very well. He is doing exactly as I intended he would.” Yes Marcone knows Harry

Molly I don’t see this going well maybe wait for Harry

Bob!

Too many rats

That’s a big chain

Oh no the slime is suffocating Molly

Good teamwork Molly and Mister

Spooky guy

Oh Hendricks fun

“It’s me. I followed Dresden like you asked. Ended up at an abandoned factory on the south side. There’s something you should see.” Is this where people think Marcone has people follow Harry?

Oh a gollum

Oh Marcone in tactical gear. I’m looking respectfully

“John. What a surprise.” I love it when Harry calls Marcone John

Why are Marcone’s men shooting Harry and Molly?

“Well, Mister Dresden…it would seem we are trapped down here. Together” Marcone saying this as if he didn’t hurled himself after Harry and Molly

“Like I said, Marcone and I know each other well. Too well. I know how he thinks…but he knows how I think too.” Yep

I hope the kidnaped guy is going to make it out alive

Marcone listen to Harry

“Harry what the hell just happened” I love it when John calls Harry ‘Harry’

“Harry! Are you okay?” I love that Marcone is concerned

Yay Marcone saved Molly

What why does the client need to die?

I love that Harry shields the client

That can’t be Marcone’s actual drivers license. It says his birthday February 2, 1962

“Somehow, failing to keep Marcone alive was humiliating, a total gun shot.” I wonder why Harry

“Stars and stone, John what do you think you’re doing?”

I’m going to have fun with some of these pages

I’m glad the client is safe

Wild Card

Who is this acid trip of a person?

Butters!

Molly!

Thomas!

Massive owl

Murphy’s dad

Murphy wear a helmet. Ah Murphy lost the helmet

Go Murphy!

Marcone brought flowers to Murphy

Lea

Oh no Lea got launched

Puck as in from Midsummer Nights dream?

Go Lea!

Oh dear Marcone lost control

Marcone is cool loved the finger snap and he swore

Oh no Hendricks

I love that Marcone saved Harry’s life

Come on Harry say thank you

Yes Harry’s under Marcone’s protection

“Listen to you two! Like an old married couple. Can’t admit how much need each other.” Puck speaking the truth

“I’m not some half-drunk girl you followed home from the club. You don’t impress me. You don’t intimidate me.” So cool

“Don’t make me kill you Dresden. Stop this madness now!” Like you would actually kill Harry, Marcone.

Dog men

Oh why are you having a nightmare about Marcone dying, Harry Hmmm Bi Harry 49

Mouse!

Listen-to-winds!

Whoa there Harry let’s calm down. They’re just people in masks

“An agency that doesn’t officially exist.” What

So cool that Listen-to-winds can animorph

Oh no Ghouls

Oh no the ghouls hurt Mouse

Oh no the Wolf People hurt Mouse

Uh no more nightmares

Go Mouse!

Oh no a ghoul

Oh no lots of ghouls

Oh interesting with Harry facing and confronting his guilt

I like the comic showing normal people banning together and fighting off the supernatural.

Final thoughts

I liked the comic books. I liked the fights. I like all the Marcone we got. We even got a Bi Harry moment 49. I had fun doodling my favorite parts. It was fun to Harry at different times of his life. I liked Thomas and his love for Harry. I loved how much saving each other and the use of first name Harry and Marcone do in Down Town and that Puck called them an old married couple. I do wonder if normal people will fight in Battle Ground like they did in Dog Men.

Onto the Big one Battle Ground wish me luck

[muses-inn]

OCtober 2024 - 03

Sakyr's Modern Fantasy Verse.

In this verse, I will vary between a modern & a more futuristic setting, depending on which fits more with the other muse I write with. All in all, the idea here is that there's a Hidden Realm, much like in Rise of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Yeah, I just really love that concept and I can cheat my way through it a little bit.

Orcs, Goblins and other inhuman beings exist in the Hidden Realm, once created by the Elves. It is also called 'New World' by its citizen.

Sakyr enters the human world to gather ingredients for his potions that he can't find anywhere in the hidden realm. He even acquired a special permit, but there are firm rules. Stay undetected, don't cause a commotion and keep the hidden realm a secret. Thanks to just being curious, he's not very good at the 'stay undetected' part of the contract, though.

Ingredients for potions aside, he likes to pick up other 'souvenirs' for his friends whenever he's there. That ranges from magazines, clothes, cheap jewelleries to whatever else he can find in the trash. He's quite a little Trash Panda.

[ I will use this setting for Balbok as well if I rp with Muses that aren't from fantasy series or not able to jump worlds. I hope that this makes both muses a little easier to approach. ]

The Hidden Realm and notable Citizens

If the thread has more of a sci-fi setting, magic co-exists with machines and advanced knowledge in the Hidden Realm and it has a cyberpunk-esque vibe. In a modern setting, the Hidden Realm is more steampunk-ish and will have stronger fantasy vibes.

Sakyr (and Balbok) aside, there are Sakyr's friends who help him maintain the Potion-INN. They may appear if the other Muse visits Sakyr, or get mentioned every now and then. There is Borke, a Orc who decided to turn to pacifism and helping Sakyr with keeping the INN running. He is in charge of maintenance and repairs. Florina is a Dragon girl who's able to change into a big, chubby pink Dragon. She joined Sakyr's INN, waits the tables there and keeps the rooms tidy. Then there's Ciar, a former necromancer who now works in the INN's kitchen. Orbiz is the INN's local talking black cat.

A few other local Characters: Shimp is a Freshwater Shark Imp and lives in the river nearby the Potion INN. Cillian is a traveling mercenary/barbarian who sometimes helps at the INN to earn extra cash for his travels.

I will definitely make more detailed posts regarding the Hidden Realm and its people eventually. I admittedly procrastinated a little too much this afternoon, but I wanted to at least roughly summarize the modern/scifi verse and some characters for OCtober today ^^/

[quinndelightful]

MariLight!

Mari is short for Marsupial

Another PinkBug kid because the discord was joking about a 'TrashLight' and that reminded me of Trash Goblin the Opossum so I had to make Mari :]

Pink and Bug belong to @freshmichael

[spectra473]

And this is what we in the medical field like to call an... "oopsie daisy."

I made some art for a friend! You all know who it is, its the pink trash goblin themselves! Saw this character and immediately decided they earned a place in the sketchbook. Its not the best cause im still in art school, I suck at drawing figures, I can NEVER hold a pencil right, and the picture quality may be crap, but I still hope you like it Pink!

...wait. This is technically my first ever fanart. huh...

Character belongs to @pinktrashgoblin

Art was made by yours truly!

[wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm]

Get to know 9 people tag game

big thanks to @spices28 for tagging (and for the very nice things they said about my fic!)

Last song listened to: Low by Andrea Marie

Currently reading: Not really reading anything in particular? But here's my bookmarked series.

Letters to the Stars by osulity - Hetalia, America (non-ship) set in the American Revolution. Written by a friend of mine who used to rp with me way back in the day. We reconnected through a mutual beta and they asked if they could put my old OC into their fic. So this is my godchild-fic now.

Rouse Your Bold Heart by articifiallsatillite - Hetalia, AmeriPan, also AmRev, Kiku gets isekai'd into 1774. Shenanigans ensue.

The Promise by zeldaelmo - Legend of Zelda, Zelink, arranged marriage, elopement, Pride and Prejudice but make it Zelda and unhinged. 10/10.

Play with Me: A Musically Romantic Christmas Story by flutefemme - Legend of Zelda, Zelink, modern AU, Zelda is a pianist and works at the mall where Link is a music store cashier, they fall in love over an old piano in front of the store, very sweet

Sweet/spicy/savory: Spicy!

Current obsessions: My own fics, Stardew Valley, Linked Universe, my trash goblin Hetalia rp blogs

Relationship status: single and conflicted about it

Last thing I googled: Iron Bowl 2023 - I needed to know who won so I don't wear the wrong color to work next week

Currently working on: in order of activity 1) A Lullaby for a Princess, 2) Skyfaller, 3) The Body and the Blood (ATLA, not posted anywhere), 4) Washington's Southern Tour

Tagging my lovely friends in a variety of fandoms

@ferdamine, @akira-pink, @jdetan, @zeldastrife, @paperworkanddogs, @ourfairdominion, @torenchao, @zeldaelmo, @runecatwrites

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

For the end of year asks I have. So many:

2, 3, 10, 25, and 30!!! 💛💛💛💛💛

Hiya friend! Hell yeah, gimme all the q's! Here's what I've got after putting some thought into it for 2023:

2. How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!) Oh my God. I don't even know?!! I'm an artist at heart, but 2023 became a BIG writing year for me vs. art or craft making. Not by choice, since Adulting was really hard and everything was basically on fire, so I think I took up writing as a way to journal and cope tbh. My guesstimate between finished works AND WIPs together: I must have been working on at least 20 writing works. Which is kinda crazy...especially trying to do that for 2 fandoms. 😁

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer? I'm actually good at writing and extract Feelings when I'm given a limited word count. Like, I can somehow make the story work if I carefully choose my words and/or sentences since that word count makes sure I get to the point and I don't ramble on for too long. I've definitely been more aware of how I write depending on what it's for. Also, those short word counts have taught me to be cleaner or punchier. Which is always a good thing! I started writing microfics in 2022, and in 2023, I started writing more drabbles. When I signed up for a couple of fic exchanges, I graduated to writing short fics that were 2k or less. So, I think if I generally set some kind of word count for myself, that gives me a framework to determine how big the thing will end up being.

10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? OOO, that is a tough one! Okay, I honestly love Pink Lemonade (Sterek, T, 600 words with art) because it's a ficlet with art, and the whole creative process just flowed when I made this whole thing! I wanted to play more with silhouettes for art (which I think we'll see more of for 2024). And then I already had this little story planned out in my head, so I threw those words down. I think this was probably one of the easier works I've put together because everything cooperated. Also, soft boys! ♥️

25. What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.) Scrivener! That program has changed the way I write, and I swear by it every day! The features are awesome (hello to color coding and snapshots), but I absolutely love that I have the ability to link to internal and external links. Lifesaver for a geeky researcher. I feel like I can actually organize my drafts AND my notes without being a trash goblin, so I've definitely been willing to write more because of that. When I had a recent power outage though, I did actually do some paper and pen writing, which was pretty neat. It makes the idea more concrete, and you bet that's going to become a fic soon. It's about...well, being stuck in a power outage...surprise! 😂

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024? I technically want to write sooo many things but I will narrow it down to a couple. The first one would be another installment out for Where do we go from here? I miss making things for Perciver, but 2023 really didn't let me give them the TLC they deserve. I looked back at my fic doc the other day, and I'm glad past!Krissy wrote drafts for 2 possible installments. They've got legs, so it would be amazing to get both of them out! I also want to see if I can get at least one of my longer Sterek fics posted up as well. Maybe it comes down to taking the baby steps to see which one I can finish first...the 50k 10-11 chaptered Beast that I started a year ago, or the 10-15k 5 + 1 Things fic that I started a month ago. We'll find out, I'm sure!

Thanks so much for the asks!

__ Previously asked: 15 and 17 Want to ask me more writer q's? Let me know via the 2023 in review fic writer asks!

[mielmoto]

resident inbox goblin is back. what's your character/oc's name? did you create it? if you did, what thought did you put into it? if you didn't, what did the author intend for it to mean? either way, do you have any particular meanings you've appended to the name?

unprompted asks | always accepting

My most BELOVED inbox goblin, you mean. Always hitting us with the absolute banger questions; this one included.

This little delight before you is

Honey Banh Moto

...whose name is, first and foremost: a joke. When I was first making Honey, I wanted her to be a break from the more serious, grounded, excruciatingly-thoroughly-thought-out characters I'd been focusing on at the time; I wanted her to be cartoony, or campy, like something out of a cozy mystery / romance novel or a silly light novel game. Along with being somehow-magical and some-part-fey: I knew she was going to make sweets for a living, so I simmered on that, and decided to name her after one of my favorite little trash cakes from the grocery store: a honey bun.

Also: in the spirit of cute little fairy-tale fae, wouldn't you just believe that a fairy was named something simple and to-the-point like "Honey"?

...Of course, as I put a little bit more thought into her, it didn't remain just a joke for long. That layer's still there, of course, down at her gooey, sugary center; but I stuck with it for other reasons: honey is often compared to ambrosia; a symbol of the very essence of sweetness, indulgence, of blessings and abundance.

It's been used in medicines since ancient times, upheld in some cultures as an "elixir of life," a cure-all and magically healing component. I always envisioned Honey's magic and classic-fantasy role as being inspired by white mages (a la final fantasy and other jrpgs): primarily focused around healing, bestowing boons / blessings / 'buffs,' etc.

...honey is a culmination of efforts, the end-goal and prize for countless hours of labor. though the exact circumstances of her 'birth' and her relationship with her mother takes slightly different shape depending on the verse, the iteration, the fact always remains: Adaline reveres her daughter as "the most splendid creation she could ever aspire to," and a tangible manifestation of her and Sun Dae's bond.

I can't tell you that I had the full depth of her name's meaning in mind when I first started bouncing around my little pink pastry fairy, but it's grown in depth just as she has. And unlike other muses whose names I've tweaked, modified, or completely overhauled in time, I've never been tempted to change it.

[grimmpheonix]

Untitled TF Fic about a Kobold Witch and her new Girlfriend.

Well, hi. This may seen really out of place for me but I thought I thought I should post this fic I made here.

Warnings: Bones I guess? Idk. Nothing really happens to warrant anything like this.

Now then, onto the show!

The warm glow of the golden hour illuminated the future which walked through the streets of Urba. She'd recently arrived here after meeting her partner and moving in with her. Aria went deeper into her hoodie as she walked among the bustling streets. She heard the conversations of passersby talking about their friends, their lives, their families...Aria's back had a chill sent through it. She power walked from one side of the street to the other and made it to a quaint little coffee shop just around the bend. Aria always tried to make sure to get her and her partner coffee whenever she had the chance. Even when they started out as a long distance couple, Aria would recommend coffee shops she heard good things about in their area and sent them money to try it for her. They always said they weren't a coffee person, but Aria knew from their mannerisms that they were fueled by pure, unrestricted caffeine and nothing else.

Aria walked into the coffee shop and instantly felt the warm air of the establishment; this caused her to lower her large coat's fluffy hood and reveal her face. She had a distinctive scar across the bridge of her nose. Other than that, she had Rosy Brown skin with such a noticeable rose colored blush. She walked awkwardly to the counter where a large manticore stood at the front desk. The manticore politely greeted the human as she ordered the coffee. In all honesty, she was a huge coffee nerd. She loved seeing others experiment with coffee as not just a beverage, but as an art form where the deep brown of the steaming liquid was a canvas. She'd never done it herself, but she longed to own a coffee shop one day. But as the only human in Urba, it'd be very tough. Aria started to list off her and her partner's orders, trying not to sound too pretentious. The manticore politely listened and, after a few minutes of delay, brought out the two orders. Aria paid for her order and almost immediately dashed out of there. Ordering was a pain for her. She always cared about how people would react if she said the wrong thing or stuttered too much.

She quickly powerwalked through the streets of Urba, seeing all manner of creatures joyously taking in the golden hour. She did not have time for this however, as she needed to get her coffee to her partner, stat. She quickly turned tight corners and ran from street to street, dashing past goblins and dragons on the way to their apartment. It took fifteen minutes flat to get from the coffee shop all the way to her partner's apartment at the other side of town. Aria jokingly thought about running competitively, until remembering her goal. Get the coffee to her partner.

She knocked on the gray door to their apartment. The door creaked open slowly before a big yellow eye with a brown slit for a pupil. It looked her up and down aggressively before Aria finally said, "Alright Orion, it's just me."

Orion slightly chuckled before opening the door fully to reveal the three foot, six and a half inch Kobold. Her scales were a deep purple with bright almost pink highlights. She wore a tank top and some short shorts which looked weirdly long on the tiny lizard girl. Over these, she wore a light yellow robe with embroidered stars along it's exterior. She welcomed her girlfriend into her apartment with a slight chuckle in her voice. "Arie! It's so great seeing you after a long day of alchemy. Please, step inside... *heheh*"

Aria did as the reptile told her to and stepped into the messy apartment. It smelled like a mix of chemicals, old clothing, and...vanilla extract? Trash was thrown about the main room except for a pile of trash, clothing, and other shiny objects in the corner of the room which Orion calls her horde. To the right of this is a small section with shelves loaded with chemicals and elixirs and a big cauldron in the middle, perfect for stirring up potions.

Aria wandered around the room, trying to avoid the trash, before coming to a counter and setting the two, still warm, coffees onto it. Orion's eyes lit up with excitement as she went over to see the coffee. She moved a chair to climb up onto the counter to examine the coffee. "Oh! You brought coffee! I guess I can finally taste that really fancy stuff you like so much, huh?"

Orion said, smirking slightly. "Yep...I-I guess you can now. I got you a Dark Chocolate Hazelnut Affagato stained with a bit of milk and topped off with some powdered sugar." Alia finished her sentence as Orion started violently sipping the coffee. Alia felt a bit embarrassed but continued, "D-Do you like the coffee?" Orion responded with many exclamations about how delicious and sweet the coffee was. Just as quickly as the coffee got there, Orion slurped up the last remaining bit of it before exclaiming, "That was amazing!!! It was so freaking tasty! you!!!"

Alia tried to get Orion to cut down on the applause but it would not cease. Orion paused before looking at Aria's coffee and asking, "Hey! What are you drinkin' ?" Aria picked up her coffee before responding, "Oh nothing, just a dark roast latte with some foam and some white chocolate sprinkled over it...really isn't that special..." Orion objected to that statement before jumping down from the counter as Aria began to drink her latte. "So...do anything fun?" Asked the Kobold, grabbing the ledge of the table to see her girlfriend. Aria sipped her latte before calmly denying. Orion then began to think for a second, which Aria could tell thanks to the sound of her tail slapping the floor which she always did when she thought. A wide grin displayed itself over the snout of the reptile before she exclaimed, "Wanna do some alchemy with me..?"

Aria looked a little confused at the prospect of doing alchemy and probed her about if it would be safe or if she needed to know anything before they tried to do any alchemy. Orion dismissed her concerns and told her that it was really easy once you're "in the groove." Aria questioned her about it but was already being dragged by the surprisingly strong Kobold to the cauldron. "Alright, let me teach you the basics of alchemy, or potion making if you want to use the actual terms." Orion tried to jump up to get to some vital potion ingredients but, being a short little Kobold, couldn't reach them. Aria sighed and grabbed a few of the chemicals before giving them to Orion. She decided to throw out all logic and threw the bottles of chemicals straight into the empty cauldron. Aria was about to ask a question before the cauldron bubbled to life and a swirling green liquid filled it. "Alright, for this I will need most of the stuff from that shelf."

She pointed towards the shelves and Aria grabbed the chemicals and very carefully poured them into the cauldron, which bubbled even more with each ingredient. Eventually, she opened a container that seemed to be filled with vanilla extract and poured it in. Orion looked slightly inquisitive at the sight of the extract and slapped her tail on the floor. As they did this, they talked about their interests and some new trashy shows that they should binge together. They laughed and laughed, and eventually the cauldron changed from a light green to a dark red, which signaled to Orion to start performing some spells.

Orion stood on a stepstool and started to chant some spells at the cauldron, causing it to spin faster and faster before her voice faded and the liquid slowed. "Alrighty! Well done my witch's apprentice," Aria wanted to protest but Orion continued, " but now you've officially made some Manticore Wine!" Aria looked a bit confused but eventually asked, "Is it because the potion is made of all types of different chemicals and stuff?" Orion's eyes lit up and she pointed her clawed finger at her girlfriend, "EXACTLY!"

Orion peered into the cauldron and observed the potion before looking at Aria excitedly, "Well? Aren't you going to drink it? It's only natural for the one who made the potion to take the first sip." Aria wanted to protest on how the potion could be dangerous, but the warm smile of her girlfriend caused her to fill up the empty coffee cup Orion left on the table with the Manticore Wine. She carefully and slowly raised the cup to her lips, fearing what could possibly happen when she drinks the concoction before the potion dripped into her mouth. It tasted nothing like wine, and instead had an overpowering vanilla taste which wasn't very appealing to Aria. She lowered the drink before going to put it on the counter, before something began to change in her.

It started in her legs, losing what little muscle and fat they had, causing Aria to fall to the ground. Orion tried to ask if she was okay, but all that was heard was the creaking of bones which began to break and elongate into something unrecognizable. Her arms and legs began to fill with thin hairs that quickly overtook her entire body except for her face, which is where the worst of it started. Her face began to waste away as she emitted an ear-piercing scream which was only stopped when her lower jaw fell from her face. Orion hid behind the counter and covered her ears, not bearing to look at what happened to her girlfriend, the only person who loved her. Meanwhile, Aria's life flashed before her eyes. Memories of the pain she experienced from her peers, the abuse she dealt with from her parents, and the one person who would listen to her which would lead to her end...or at least that's what she thought. Her skull morphed as shifted from that of a human to that of a deer and two giant antlers started to grow, which is something equally strange happened.

Aria stood up, taller than she was previously, before squishing back down, her flesh slowly returning in some part to her. Maybe too much flesh back in fact, as she seemed to gain a few pounds thanks to this. She was breathing heavily before looking at her hands, which were now hooves which slightly resembled functioning hands. She looked down to see her baggy hoodie which had been slightly torn from the transformation. She looked at herself before a noise caught her attention and she instinctively turned almost instantaneously towards the source.

She saw Orion cowering behind her staff, which she was really to use as a blunt force weapon if necessary. They locked eyes, Aria's now glowing bright green, and they matched each other's breathing. Aria covered what was left of her mouth before somehow saying, "Ori..?"Orion heard this and slightly faltered before Aria continued, "Ori...please...please put the stick down..." Orion shakingly put the staff down, dropping it onto the floor and near her tail if needed. "Ori...I'm...I'm fine...I'm not...dead..." Aria tried to raise her arms, which now had another joint in each, to Orion to show her that she did not mean any harm.

"Arie...what happened..?" Aria did not answer that, as she also did not know the answer, but she did take one step closer to Orion, who shuttered at the movement. She continued until she was right in front of Orion, before holding her arms out for a hug from her. Orion smirked and jumped into her arms, nearly crying in her now extended arms, "Don't do that to me again! Well...do you want to try and find an antidote..?"

Aria did not answer for a few seconds before breathing in and saying, "I...I think I like this better..." They embraced each other for a long while after that...

Another day, another run for coffee. Aria seemed to dash from street to street almost in the blink of an eye before appearing at the coffee shop at the end of the block. She entered, now with a very determined look on her skeletal face. She walked up to the cashier, "Hey sir! Could you get me a- "Dark Chocolate Hazelnut Stained Affagato and a Dark Roast Latte with foam and White Chocolate, right?" Aria was surprised to hear that in response, but nodded in agreement. "You two always order that...you really need to expand your palletes." "We have," Retorted the skeletal figure, "it's just that I make them at home now. We've been experimenting with new recipes."

The Manticore smiled, "I hope that goes well for you." After a few minutes, the coffees were out, Aria continued to dash from block to block, noticing all of the goblins and dragons and ghosts and ghouls who roam the streets of Urba. Aria finally felt glad to be one of them. She arrived at Orion's apartment in record time, knocking on the door. A familiar yellow eye with a brown slit for an iris appeared at the door."

Oh! You brought coffee!"