you ran around in that cave for so long, looking for me. you stuck around in the shittiest little town in Hoenn, for me. you wasted so many precious resources fighting Aron, for me, and throwing Pokéballs, at me. and when you finally caught me, you named me Shinji because I would not get into the fuckign Pokéball, even though Shinji Ikari was if anything overeager to get in the fuckign robot.
yeah. I know I'm that goblin
when audino takes her nonbinary girlfriend @sableye to partners dance classes she dances lead and smiles when zey step on her feet
I am always finding little candies and she is always giving me little candies though, so for now I cooperate with the hideous daystar
it's an abstract, goblinesque kind of food post
I have extra gems if you would like to share a midnight snack. or you could keep them, doesn't matter to me either way I don't know your dietary restrictions @Gobophilly
the strangeness that unbidden comes, twisting sights and bending sounds, making voices from rain and visions from dream. you want to believe in secret orders for the likes of us; you want to believe there is a place for us, however hidden, in this world built for you, built up through our absence, our destruction, and in all the bricks beneath your feet there are mystics still screaming. you imagine the strangeness might be invited, entreated, bartered with, even befriended, because you will not face the will-less strangeness that acts through you, the violence of which you remain a part. there are no schools for us, no orders for us, and all the traditions of our ancestors have been crushed to dust, and all the shards churned into palatable tales: friendly witches who enact your normalcy as you turn a thousand-year knife, the act so banal, so timeless, that you have forgotten it entirely, and the blood you spill never enters your mind.
shadow shadow, loves to lurk, watching with lidless eyes, eyeless sockets, fleshless frame free of material firmament, animated by fear itself. terror tickles you, trickling from the dreams of sullen sullied survivors. haunt no more, shadow shadow, shade shivering, quivering just out of sight.
I am just, the Sableye of Masted don, and I am made of shadow, and you (a flesh being) are very jealous
nickname: Shinji (get in the fucking Pokéball)
pronouns: it/its, zey/zem
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