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@2innocenthearts
Dear Petrapan,
Thank you so very much for the lovely stars and the interest in the Order of Celestial Dawn.
Although we do not have much experience in teaching or training dragons, I would be more than happy to teach yours to read.
I uhm… I hope your momma is doing alright. It sounds like you...
tarcanus
(Letter) To Gardeein Suncatcherer
"Are you sure First won't miss her notepad?"
"Nawww 'member earlier when her was huggin us and tellin us about Momma's magicalist heart? Her dropped it. Her -must- hab no'd I needed it." Pet licked the tip of her red wax writing utensil.
"She is very wise indeed."
Across the page of First's official notepad was scrawled the following letter.
Dear Gardeein Suncatcherer,
"I think her name is Sunchaser, Pet."
"Oh thas sad. Her not fast enuff to catcherer the sun. We help her later."
Dear Gardeein SunchasER,
Report! Urgint!! LIFE OR DEFF!!!!
Please tell the boss man, Mister Tar-Can there is not enuff choco in the kitchun. Choco is bery good fer u and it makes you happy. Ifn u don' eat lots and lots u could git dead.
"Oh! Tell them that it is better than taking the eight bites of greens that Sissy-Ama makes us do." Wusongh chimed in as she read over Pet's shoulder.
"Thas true!" Pet licked her crayon again.
Please tell Mister Tar-Can we not hab to eat eight bites of greens no more cause ifn we hab all the choco we will be better.
Love,
Yur Fren
"How will we deliver it?"
"Ifn you gimme a boost, I can put it in the window of her office."
"But, Pet, it's locked."
"Pfffft...no it not. Not fer me."
Petrapan's Bio
(Written in what appears to be…crayon)
LEGAL NAME: "I Pet". *Is nudged by Riesse and given a whisper* “O’Tay!” Petrapan Jenkins Starsinger Tinkerspell
NICKNAME[S]: "Pet"
DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown “I has a birffday! Ebery day! Ha!”
GENDER | SPECIES: Female | Night Elf *is nudged by Riesse again* “I am too!” *Riesse pencils in while Pet’s head is turned* Goblin
PLACE OF BIRTH: Unknown.
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: In a secret laboratory under the floor in the barn of The Farm owned by Riesse Starsinger and the Hardys.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: “I kin talk.” *Riesse rolls her eyes and smiles*
OCCUPATION: Tinker, Inventor
CRIMINAL RECORD: Disturbing the Peace, Tampering with Public and Private Property (pouring bubbles in the fountains of Silvermoon City), Public Nuisance ( launching her trike off the ramp from leading from Sunfury Spire and attempting to capture Guardians with binding glue and nets), Grand Theft: Dragon, Larceny (The unauthorized taking and removal of the Personal Property of another by an individual who intends to permanently deprive the owner of it): 170 counts “Them needed me!” Violation of the City Noise Ordance, Racing within the City Limits, Removal of City property (Flowers, bushes, statues, etc.), Trespassing, Spitting with Intent (See Pages 2, 3, 4, etc.)
DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: “I drink choco milk and smoke ifn my rocket boots gets too hot.” “Or ifn I gets catched on fire or sumpin.”
LIKE[S]: “CHOCOLATE!!!” *Riesse covers her ears at the screech* “Dragons, shinnies, Momma, sissy, brudders, can-nee, pie, WUSONGH!, flowers, trees, gears, gogs, wrenches, copper wire, GOLD!, Worm-Hole Gen—“ *Riesse covers Pet’s mouth* “That’s enough, sweetling.”
DISLIKE[S]: “Doom-Man! Meanies!”
FEAR[S]: “Doom-Man! Meanies!” *Riesse blinks* “Pet, please stop yelling so loudly.”
PERSONALITY TRAITS: Pet IS an adult however, her heart, her spirit, is ever pure, innocent and childlike. She speaks with a funny child-like language, does NOT see her pick-pocketing and attempts to…’borrow’ as wrong, she is convinced the things she tries to ‘take’ need her.
{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }
HAIR COLOUR: A strange mixture of mauve, pink and auburn.
EYE COLOUR: Lavender
HEIGHT: 3’
TATTOOS: “Kin I has one, Momma?” Pet would ask wide eyed before whispering, “What is it?”
{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }
SIBLING[S]: “Ama, Spin, Coggie, Que, Raj, Piqy, Kohl, Es—“ Riesse interrupted the Goblin’s chatter and writing.
PARENT[S]: “My Momma!!”
CHILDREN: None.
PET[S]: “Yes? I here.”
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: *giggles uproariously* “My Momma doe—“ *Riesse screeches* “Petrapan Jenkins Starsinger Tinkerspell!”
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: “I has—“ Riesse snatches the survey thing and tucks it away. “Let’s do this some other time, shall we?” It was not a question.
chiiori house / iya valley / tokushima / 篪庵
WHAT IS GOBLIN WEEK.
Goblin Week is a thing started by me last year as an excuse for frantic and uncritical creativity for myself and others. Goblin Week is the reason for the season.
YOU can participate in Goblin Week, AND IN FACT I INSIST THAT YOU DO. Beginning on JANUARY NINETEENTH and ending on JANUARY TWENTY-FIFTH, you should consider putting into the world as many goblin-related creative items as is feasible for you. The tag #goblinweek is at your disposal on tumblr and on twitter, and both accounts will do their best to publicize the goblin-week-relevant works of all comers.
WHAT DOES “GOBLIN” MEAN TO YOU. GOBLIN WEEK IS ABOUT YOU. FOLLOW YOUR HEART.
ANOTHER THING THAT WILL BE HAPPENING FOR THIS YEAR’S GOBLIN WEEK is the GOBLIN WEEK 2014 ZINE, which will be detailed further in the near future. But broadly: the zine will be available for preorder on Goblin Week and no later. The emphasis as to contents will be on intensity and quantity. Your contributions will be extremely welcome BUT NOT ACCEPTED UNTIL JANUARY NINETEENTH THE FIRST DAY OF GOBLIN WEEK 2014.
WHETHER YOU PARTICIPATE OR NOT I HOPE THIS IS FUN FOR YOU
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A Mini Cyclone and a Ring
"Are you sure we won't get into trouble for being here," came the child-like whisper.
"Nawww her not mind. Momma let's me play in here all the time." The all too confident reply was given back.The Goblin clomped in spiked heels that where much, much too large for her tiny green feet. Strands of pearls dangled from her ears, diamonds and glittering gold draped around her neck. A shimmering gown of cream and gold trailed behind her as she walked and sometimes tripped over, failing to left the hem. Sparkling lavender eyes took in the contents of her 'Mommas' vault. "I wonder if she's got any chocolate in here."
"I do not know, Petrapan." Came the whispered reply from lips slathered in too many shades of lipstick. The Pandarian girl reeked of several sprays of perfume layered over and over on her fur. "She has many treasures here. It is....endless. Much like the scared places of my ancestors." Wide-eyed with wonder, WuSong looked around the massive vault.
"I need this!" Petrapan bent over and opened blue, velvet lined box. "And it needs me too." Stubby fingers plucked the ring from the box, holding it up to gaze at the shimmering ruby set within the gold. "Hello?" Petra pressed the ring to her lips.
Wusong's head canted curiously, "Why do you speak to the ring, Pet?" The spotted fur of her body covered by a shimmering red satin, ill fitted for her stature.
"Cause sometimes, Ama talks to her ring and it sounds jist like Que! Maybe this ring is magic too." So closely was the ring held to her lips, that Petrapan might swallow it into her mouth if she wasn't careful. "Hello!" She shouted, though no reply would be heard. "Eh." Bored, her attention span never lasting for more than a minute, the Goblin with the child-like heart pocketed the ring.
"Wanna go pour bubbles into the fountain?" Petra giggled as her innocent face turned toward her best friend. "Or, we can take Momma's motorcycle and practice jumping off cliffs? Oh! I gots my rocket boots! Do you hab yours?" Wide eyes blinked. "Let's go jump on those meanie giant's heads in Azshara.
Wusong simply nodded, taken in with the prospect of bubbles and giants.
The two left the vault, clomping away in borrowed heels, gowns and streaming jewels behind them in their wake. Ear fobs, dangling from all parts of their ears, they giggles in innocent delight. Standing wide, the door to Amariesse Starsingers vault was left wide open. The stench of broken perfume bottles wafting outward from it. Inside, it was if a cyclone had hit it. Drawers opened, some scattered on the floor. Gowns of all colors carelessly tossed on the floor. Gilded mirrors no longer standing upright but had lipstick 'smiley' faces drawn upon them. Wands broken in half, still sparkling trod under foot. Gems of all colors and sizes scattered about. In the pocket of the Goblin lay a ring, forgotten.
Macarons (by Grana Padano!)
