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Look whats around the corner!
The Winter Veil Season is fast approaching and the Silvermoon Trading Post is gearing up to bring you all your holiday gifting needs! If you are a vendor you still have time to snag a booth and peddle your wares! https://discord.gg/9JU2SCE4
The Silvermoon Trading Post
Just a reminder, with all the love that SMC is suddenly receiving! The SMC-TP is still looking for Vendors, and we'd love to have a Charismatic sort be our Transmog Contest Gaming Host for this! Please be sure to join the Discord to sign up!
Check out the Silvermoon Trading Post community on Discord - hang out with 30 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
The Silvermoon Trading Post
Introducing The Trading Post! I'm finally dipping my toes into the Server Event arena and have opted to create a Market for September 20th @ 9pm WRA Server Time. (That's 6pm EST.) The Trading Post is aiming to be a server event for both Moon Guardians and Wyrmrest Accordians within The Bazaar in Silvermoon Itself. While this may limit some people's abilities to participate, we're hoping that it will bring some attention to the city itself as a way to help foster RP outside of Orgrimmar itself.
The Trading Post is looking for:
Vendors! A Transmog Host (Details below)! And a Barkeep! We're aiming to offer several hours for our Vendors to showcase their wares, and about an hour after opening, we'll be hosting a DJ for Live Music in the Wayfarer's Inn, while also hosting a Transmog Contest in the Bazaar. Vendors have an opportunity for a Gold Prize based on community votes, and the transmog contestants have a chance to win between 10,000 and 30,000 gold, depending on the crowd's favor. They win! Whether you're coming in to shop, to show off your fashionable skills, dance the night away, or if you're here purely to help support Community RP for the game, we'd love to see you come out! DJ Services will be provided by the same gentleman who provided services to the recent Big Bombs Goblin Party in Undermine as well, if you were a fan of his work!
Please be aware that right now we're working on the server's details, but for those interested, you're welcome to join us and take up a booth location! Booths are first-come, first-served, and if we end up needing more, Silvermoon has plenty of room to offer!
Check out the Silvermoon Trading Post community on Discord - hang out with 10 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
Christian Dior - Spring 1998 RTW
Beats, Blades, and Black Ops, an introduction.
In the neon haze of Gadgetzan’s nightlife, few goblins shined brighter than Spetz.
By day, he was all flash—slick black suit, polished boots, and a voice so smooth it could sell sand in Silithus. By dusk, the suit vanished, replaced by a blackout hoodie and a pair of oversized headphones. Spetz spun electrified beats for a crowd of dancing goblins, trolls, and the occasional undercover worgen with glowsticks.
“Let tha bass drop harder dan a mech in a scrapyard!” he'd shout, the crowd erupting as magical lights burst overhead.
But when the party ended and the last drink was poured, Spetz slipped away into the shadows.
The hoodie stayed on—but the weapons came out, and the armor overlaid his torso.
Behind the beats and bravado, Spetz was an elite operative of SI:7, Stormwind’s shadowy intelligence agency. Few in the Alliance suspected a goblin was on their payroll, let alone one who spun records by moonlight and daggers by midnight. What better disguise than wealth and fame right?
His next mission? Terminate Grizzo Vexgrind, a ruthless goblin cartel boss who'd been funneling Black Blood weapons into enemy hands through a network of rogue smugglers and bloodthirsty mercs. SI:7 had tried spies. They vanished. They tried bribes. Vexgrind laughed.
So they sent Spetz.
Perched atop a crumbling ziggurat outside the cartel compound, Spetz assembled his high-caliber sniper rifle in silence. The wind howled. Steam vents hissed. In his earpiece, the handler whispered, “Green light. No witnesses.”
Through the scope, Spetz saw Vexgrind in a makeshift war room—arms waving, shouting orders, tossing crates of enchanted tech onto wagons bound for who-knows-where. Too many guards for a clean shot.
That’s when Spetz smiled.
He slid down the back of the ruin and crept through the ravine. His black armor blended with the rock, the only sound a soft clink from the combat knives strapped to his thighs.
He waited until two goblin guards were laughing over a dice game, then slipped behind them—one quick twist each. No alarms.
Inside the compound, he moved like smoke—dodging spotlights, bypassing arcane tripwires, and planting charges on ammo crates for later.
Then, he was in the war room.
Vexgrind blinked. “What the—Spetz?! Aren’t you that DJ—”
“Yeah,” Spetz said, flicking a switch on his belt. “An’ ta answer ya next two questions, yea, I’m good with my hands, an’ no, I ain’ takin’ requests tanight.”
The lights went out.
What followed was chaos—blades flashing, sparks flying, shouts cut short. When the backup lights flared to life, Vexgrind was alone, surrounded by dead guards and destruction. He reached for a pistol—only to find a knife embedded in the table inches from his hand, a note pinned beneath:
“SI:7 sends their regards. - Spetz”
His blood ran cold, and then down his front as the life was bled from him. One could say it was over the top, but Spetz was not ALWAYS subtle, especially when a message had to be left.
Outside, explosions rocked the compound as Spetz melted into the dunes, mission complete, but before he called it, he took his blade and carved a mark into his own chest, one more of many. “Ah..always tickles a bit.” He muttered.
By the next night, DJ Spetz was back on stage in Booty Bay, hoodied up, bass pumping, and fans chanting his name.
No one suspected a thing.
Because in a world of war, shadow, and gold—Spetz always played both sides of the beat.
you meet a hot monster, but he’s a virgin, and he has no idea what to do with that huge cock of his. that’s okay, you say, because you can teach him. you have the patience and the perfect hole to do it with.
he cums the moment he’s inside you because you feel so good, but that’s all right, too. he can do it again.
A Simple Meeting
The Ruined Estate of House Bloodcrest lay strewn across the grounds ahead. The debris not caused by age of lack of maintenance, not even the Scourge had done this. The Bloodcrest Family had restored this place after several affairs and attempts to ruin it. Age, The Scourge, The Defiler... twice.
Now Megahes stood, his grizzled, near crippled frame, leaning against a walking golden cane topped with crystallize Azerite aids his leanin posture. Sadness and a bit of anger sits across his features and the more he watches, the more it begins to bleed into the rest of his frame. A sigh comes as he conjures up a bottle of pills to pop and take dry before dismissing them. He was starting to feel like he was too old for this... Maybe he should retire, be done entirely, just walk away, let Naturasu take care of him as she always offers.
"I'm surprised your wife did not come with you Master Frostbite." The voice comes from behind, cast by an Elf of flaming red locks and the build made for pictures to be painted of... Lucky Bastard.
"If she knew, she very well would have insisted and how many times do I have to insist you stop calling me that Ammaelin? I'm an engineer and a salesman, not some Magister or Board Member." The goblin offers, turning just enough to see the elf as he comes to stand next to him. "Was it...?"
His voice trails before Ammaelin cuts in. "Dinthoqaf? Yes and no. He sent forces here to retrieve his undead troll pet and in the escape the estate was destroyed entirely. I suppose a final act of retribution for getting involved in his affairs again..." There would be no mention of the other elf, their father, Krownos. That was deeper into family matters than Ammaelin knew how to even comprehend even after all this time. Betrayals up on betrayals.
"I told you when I walked away Ammaelin you should have too. I told you, we all warned you to leave this alone and to just rebuild, ta leave their remnants be..."
"Honor dictates--" "Oh fuck your honor you stubborn ass. Look what honor and doing the right thing got me!" The Goblin jerks up his short, showing the mangled remains of what should have been his torso. "A lung destroyed, I can barely eat more than a handful at a time and I shit like a dog that got into tha blueberry patches. He nearly destroyed everything I worked for and the -only- gold damned reason I'm here is because I found out he's using my team ta make radios for some horse shit in Undermine..."
Megahes let's his clothes drop and a hand goes to his chest, he was breathing hard and he felt like his heart might rip out of his chest. "Fuck honor... But we can't leave him to his own devices again either... He's ruined us both, but we need ta work together again. You an Me... If we don't..." His words drag off as he looks back to the ruined estate before them in once more, the message being made clear.
"It makes me happy to hear you say this... I have a plan of confrontation and I need someone I can trust to deliver the final blow." Ammaelin smiles, reaching down to place a hand on the struggling Goblins shoulder and a radiant glow spreads from him to Megahes. His breathing slows and his heart begins to relax.
The Light Soothes.
A sigh comes from the Goblin. Years now since he felt that sort of warmth and a part of him missed it, never again though, a bitter sweet kiss from a lovers memory.
"Then tell me what ideas ya got."
(I'll apologize in advance for any typos or formatting issues! This was all typed up mobile from my car!)
i posted this one on bsky first but seeing zulj'in has NO clothes on i'll put it under a readmore to spare the eyes
yeah i have no witty caption for this it's straight up zuljin asscheeks
Anon-Day!
~ Ask my my character anything you want ~ Confess something you would never say to my their face ~ Send them an anonymous letter ~ Give them unsolicited advice you think they need ~ Tell them one thing you like about them ~ Tell them one thing you hate about them ~ Tell them your favorite memory of them
Anything is welcomed on Anon-Day, as long as it’s on anon!
For @veilosdaigoa, @dicenne, @xylaes Or whomever else of mine you want to send them too!
Yusa, Shadra's Venom
someone added me on a bsky list of ppl who draw good goblins i never draw goblins, so i drew this for that one stranger when dad's fixing the car yelling at you to shine the flashlight better am i right guys? (i never did this lmao my dad's a mechanic he can solo that shit)
Gazlowe I freakin’ love goblins, ya know.
more messy gob drawings from twitter
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Painted a warm up sketch of my Paladin
Goblin commission!
Had a lot of fun drawing this one <3
