for the goblin
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maderrBecause she sent me a flower ^__^
DwtD 'verse, written here so pardon errors I may miss.
There was nothing wrong with being a vegetarian. Especially when the meat of choice for your species was human.
Didn’t anyone pay attention to what humans ate? Honestly. Totally put you off eating them.
Friske nibbled on a piece of apple from the far side of the room, watching with a grimace as his family gnawed lazily on bones while they bitched and groaned about the aftertaste of their chosen meal.
Some poor waiter who made the mistake of working late and walking home alone in the early hours of the morning.
Honestly, only goblins would be continuously surprised at how awful humans tasted.
At least where eating them was concerned. Eating as in cooking – boiling, roasting, whatever.
Now, Friske preferred a whole different sort of eating. And man did he hope his family never found that out. Luckily he was only home for a couple more days, and after he finished school he could plead work and never have to return for more than a holiday here and there.
Honestly, he was completely happy he was half nymph. Thank god for his mother and her little infidelities.
Friske uncurled from the couch, stretching out his bony frame, examining his greenish skin and valiantly blocking out the slurping sounds as they started on the heart. Yuck. Disgusting. Was he really related to these people?
He thought of Pierre, a fellow intern at the city history museum, with brown waves and dark green eyes, always chewing bubblegum no matter how many times the curator yelled at him. Tried to picture him as a meal for his family. He nearly puked up his fruit salad all over the living room.
The looks on their faces when they realized he was dating their food would be priceless. Always he was ignored – expected here, ordered to do that, told to go there, made to do this. But otherwise ignored.
Oh, he couldn’t wait for the day he was old enough to stand on his own and no longer under his family’s control. Just one more year, and he and Pierre could go wherever they wanted. Though they’d probably stay in the city.
What better place was there than a city ruled by a demon who permitted any and all to live and play so long as they did not cause real trouble. The rumors said the demon himself had a ghost for a lover – Friske would love to see how that was possible.
Plus, his family hated cities and Pierre’s was only an hour from it.
As the sounds at the table grew more and more disgusting, Friske chanced a look, saw his family completely enthralled with fondue for dessert – he really didn’t want to know what pieces they’d chosen for that – and decided he could sneak out. He never really go the whole family must be present for dinner thing, except maybe they thought he’d finally change his mind.
No way. There were far better than things to do with humans than dip them in chocolate.
Hmmm.
He could probably make the grocery store if he left now.
DwtD 'verse, written here so pardon errors I may miss.
There was nothing wrong with being a vegetarian. Especially when the meat of choice for your species was human.
Didn’t anyone pay attention to what humans ate? Honestly. Totally put you off eating them.
Friske nibbled on a piece of apple from the far side of the room, watching with a grimace as his family gnawed lazily on bones while they bitched and groaned about the aftertaste of their chosen meal.
Some poor waiter who made the mistake of working late and walking home alone in the early hours of the morning.
Honestly, only goblins would be continuously surprised at how awful humans tasted.
At least where eating them was concerned. Eating as in cooking – boiling, roasting, whatever.
Now, Friske preferred a whole different sort of eating. And man did he hope his family never found that out. Luckily he was only home for a couple more days, and after he finished school he could plead work and never have to return for more than a holiday here and there.
Honestly, he was completely happy he was half nymph. Thank god for his mother and her little infidelities.
Friske uncurled from the couch, stretching out his bony frame, examining his greenish skin and valiantly blocking out the slurping sounds as they started on the heart. Yuck. Disgusting. Was he really related to these people?
He thought of Pierre, a fellow intern at the city history museum, with brown waves and dark green eyes, always chewing bubblegum no matter how many times the curator yelled at him. Tried to picture him as a meal for his family. He nearly puked up his fruit salad all over the living room.
The looks on their faces when they realized he was dating their food would be priceless. Always he was ignored – expected here, ordered to do that, told to go there, made to do this. But otherwise ignored.
Oh, he couldn’t wait for the day he was old enough to stand on his own and no longer under his family’s control. Just one more year, and he and Pierre could go wherever they wanted. Though they’d probably stay in the city.
What better place was there than a city ruled by a demon who permitted any and all to live and play so long as they did not cause real trouble. The rumors said the demon himself had a ghost for a lover – Friske would love to see how that was possible.
Plus, his family hated cities and Pierre’s was only an hour from it.
As the sounds at the table grew more and more disgusting, Friske chanced a look, saw his family completely enthralled with fondue for dessert – he really didn’t want to know what pieces they’d chosen for that – and decided he could sneak out. He never really go the whole family must be present for dinner thing, except maybe they thought he’d finally change his mind.
No way. There were far better than things to do with humans than dip them in chocolate.
Hmmm.
He could probably make the grocery store if he left now.
I NEED AN "I LOVE YOU LIEK WHOA" ICON
Date: 2006-02-14 02:41 am (UTC)GOBLINS.
You are the beeeeeeeest zomg. :D!!!
Descriptions...of Friske...for to draw... *whimpers*
He uncurled! From the couch! And he has a bony frame! And greenish skin! And his name! Is so cute! And his boyfriend is french!? Because that is hot!
Now: how did they meet? *cough*
*tackles you*
Gobliiiiiiiinssssssssssssssyessssss.
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Date: 2006-02-14 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-14 02:55 am (UTC)YAY!!! You approve ^____^ You are Mistress of All Things Goblin so I was nervous. S'why I didn't give too much description, except I couldn't resist the greenish skin and all bony. I think of goblins these days, your artwork has a dominant influence ^_~
Oh, good lord stop asking questions. You'll make me make it a full story and my plate, it already cracking under the weight of piled-too-highness.
But yes, the boyfriend is French. I couldn't resist. They met in college, b/c I seem to be on a college boy kick. I'd be willing to bet Pierre was almost food before Friske got him out of it.
^______^ And thank you for the flower, totally made my day.
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Date: 2006-02-14 03:06 am (UTC)Okay, okay, so I will draw the Friske I see when I read this? And then covertly show it to you to make corrections? And then WEAR IT IN MY HEART FOREVER.
Man, do I ever love me some goblins. XD Part of it is the mischief and part of it is the idea that these sometimes innocuous little creatures EAT PEOPLE; I am always chuffed when I see a redeemed-evilthing-character because, like, for me goblins sort of represent humans in all their capacity for creativity and playfulness and cruelty? And that sort of ties in for me with my Big Thing, which is the societal shift from, "Satan, Bad!" to "Lucifer, Tragically Misunderstood and Sexy!" and the whole anti-hero/byronic hero vibe popular today. Narrrarararrrrrr, I could go on about this forever. Now I just want to bust out my sketchbook, pop in Labyrinth, and draw until my little twitchy fingers bleed. GOBLIIINNSSSSS.
Uh.
QUESTIONS QUESTIONS QUESTIONS.
X3
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Date: 2006-02-14 07:07 pm (UTC)I doubt it'll need corrections ^_~ It makes me giddy you're going to draw him.
Wait - Satan isn't Misunderstood and Sexy?
I always hated the classic heroes, myself. The ones that Did No Wrong and Always Got the Stupid Chick. Though, I'll give you the anti-heroes these days, they're not really much better.
Goblins are fun. They're not in DwtD except occasionally being mentioned, but I did try not to contort them too much (except for Friske, because a vegetarian goblin had to exist).
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Date: 2006-02-14 03:14 am (UTC)Also I was wondering if I could borrow one of your 'verses. Do you suppose a troll (or half-troll) could live in Midsummer's Night? >.> I was stocking the freezer yesterday and I had an idea.
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Date: 2006-02-14 11:13 am (UTC)Lol. I'm going to have to make it a long story aren't I?
Borrow! Borrow! I want to see what you're thinking!
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Date: 2006-02-14 11:13 am (UTC)Wrong icon!
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Date: 2006-02-14 03:41 am (UTC)And also how we all KNOW he's having interesting yummy yummy thoughts in his head. XD
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Date: 2006-02-14 07:07 pm (UTC)Hee ^_^
Oh, very yummy thoughts.
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Date: 2006-02-14 05:22 am (UTC)Oh! *raises hand* Pick me! I know something better! Dip only some parts of the human in chocolate and proceed to help clean them up! .... *squished*
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Date: 2006-02-14 07:08 pm (UTC)lmao
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Date: 2006-02-14 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-14 07:08 pm (UTC)*grin*
It was the Procrastination typing.