#goblin thoughts

[hobgobknowsbest]

[cursedgoblin-yx]

Omega!Buggy the clown HC

O!Buggy who hides and denies being an omega for self preservation. Who screams kicks bites and scratches at anyone who tries to out him.

O!Buggy who tucks away his nests under a raised lofty bed when he has a room on land, or in the corner between nailed in dressers hidden behind a curtain of blankets that he stretches an unused messy hammock in front of as a cheap shield hiding it from view.

O!Buggy who takes some sort of cloth scrap from every loyal member of his crew to squirrel away around his nests never to be relinquished again until no scent but his own remains.

O!Buggy who denies he’s an omega so hard but can’t help but purr when he buries his face into the softest pillows he owns. Smushing his nose into his hard earned comfort. Enjoying the warmth that cotton and candy blend of his own scent in sheer comfort brings him because it’s all his.

O!Buggy who isn’t a captain despite being an omega but because he’s an omega. Who inspires loyalty from the strangest bunch that only gets stranger over time then even worse after impel down then cross guild.

O!Buggy who was only content to share he was an omega when he was a young pup freshly presented on Oro Jackson where he had a pack, a Shanks and an Alpha that was the closest thing to a father figure the blue haired baby ever had and Captain.

O!Buggy who grew and kept his hair long because he loves fussing over it. Combing through sea swept loose curls even if it was in styles to hide it away as soon as he had something to do.

O!Buggy who loves treasure not for the wealth but because his secondary gender has him behaving like some deranged magpie who wants the shiney pretty things all around him just to inspire that sparkly eyed look of adoration.

O!Buggy who has no inkling to bow down to alphas or cower at any sort of flare of Haki but loathes the risk of physical violence because he prefers his skin unblemished despite the life of a pirate. This man has no shame in running and dodging fights if he thinks he can’t win it.

O!Buggy who curls his lip back bearing his teeth if he gets ordered around to dote on an Alpha in any way whatsoever. Who prefers to dictate how they should love and praise and appreciate him instead.

O!Buggy who would simper and pout so obviously before his temper flares up faster than anyone else his crews ever crossed paths with. It’s honestly the only reason others think he’s some low grade alpha instead out on the sea.

O!Buggy who’s a fucking menace when his random heats hit. He makes it impossible for anyone to get near him. Pack/crew/strangers, doesn’t matter. There’s a 10ft bubble around him because he wants nothing to do with anyone unless-

[goblinjunk]

I like women who look like they'd kill me and men who look like they'd kill for me

[magigoblin]

Ever wonder why goblins love frogs, snails, bugs, all those little creatures that humans detest, ignore or exterminate?

Perhaps we enjoy the little guys who mind their business, taking life at their own pace, living in their own way, braving the big and scary world around them. There’s simple joy in a harmless creature simply living according to its nature, doing its own thing. There’s fascination in watching how differently they do simple things, like grooming, eating, hiding, compared to us. There’s so much to learn in pondering the quiet creatures and wondering what the world must appear as to them. And perhaps, we see a little of ourselves in them. Small creatures in a big world, unwanted and mostly unseen by humans, thriving in our own way despite it all. Goblins don’t need affection to be returned or a practical use extracted from something to enjoy it. To adore it. To relate to it. That feels like a primary difference between human culture and goblin culture.

There is one human phrase that captures the concept well… That proves we have kindred souls among them.

“One does not admire the sunset expecting it to admire them back.”

[goblin-thots]

Their polycule is just a line

[kamakazisweetpea]

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tal so pale in my life. Next to Liam’s blood bath, he’s looking positively undead. His eldritchness is showing.

[petterwass]

The worst thing with sitting in on robot surgery is that I sit right in front of where the robot arms are inside the patient. And when they move they jostle so incredibly enticingly. The goblin part of my pain just really wants to grab them and give them a good wibble-wobble, shake them around a bit.

I don't. Because I'm a Responsible Nurse and also it would kill the patient. But I really really want to. I feel that now I understand that one welder here on Tumblr who talked about how incredibly touchable red-hot metal looks. I feel like I know exactly the feeling.

[hobgobknowsbest]

this is the energy we will be bringing into 2025

[xcorbassax]

It's with a heavy heart that I admit that, at the moment, I'm a goblin 😔

[dragongirl2]

These flavors are cute and all but when does Air Up Gasoline come out?

[magigoblin]

Okay, hot take

Outdoor security is a fantastic gig for goblins. Think about it.

- You get paid to wander the grounds at night, stalking the fog and the shadows looking for human intruders

- You are literally the one thing there that nobody wants to run into, because they know they’re in danger if you find them

- A high degree of separation from humanity outside of finding intruders during work hours

- You are very much encouraged to stop and notice the small things, just in case, you have a work reason to admire the bugs and frogs and stuff

- You see and hear a lot more than the humans assume you do, and that gap between cognition and reality can be FUN to use

- Humans tend to accept your quirks as a result of the work instead of being weird about it

If a gob must live in human society, there’s a compelling case to be had! And unlike similar jobs like being a cop, security officers provide a genuinely appreciated service. Their presence alone gives peace of mind to people, especially if they’re assigned to a housing complex, which can help scratch that community itch!

[goblin-thots]

Huge fan of furries/scalies with big fat tails

[kamakazisweetpea]

This seagull does not care about your soul.

[hobgobknowsbest]

the only guarantee we have is right now

A brief moment of rationality from the bird place.

[hobgobknowsbest]

can't be scared of the dark

if you're the scariest thing in the dark

[magigoblin]

Goblin Initiation Tip:

Learn to love imperfection.

A lot of people notice this tendency quickly when observing us. Goblins adore things that are crude, that lack perfect symmetry, that wear their flaws openly. A gob might prefer a crystal with a scratch on its surface to a pristine one, porcelain with a chip in it more than the intact one. The prudes jump to the assumption that we simply lack the taste or intelligence to appreciate or perhaps even know the difference. But that’s not even remotely true; it’s a matter of taste to begin with.

It isn’t that there’s something wrong with something untarnished; quite the opposite, really. Having no marks, no wear and no tear, no signs of interacting with the world… There’s no story. No love. No history. An item that’s been worn or damaged in some way, particularly small and unavoidable ways, tells us right away that it’s seen some use. That it has existed as part of this beautiful world for more than a few days. It shows some history. There’s beauty in something that’s clearly been used, loved and cared for the same way there’s a charm to people who’ve been through a lot and still smile genuinely. An obvious example is old tools owned and used by someone who’s used them often for many years. The softening of the metal’s clean edges around the grip, the many small dings and knicks that dot the metal. But no sign of rust, no tremendous warping caused by misuse. These small things make it so much richer to behold than a fresh, unused tool.

We adore imperfections because they mark something as real and present, grounded in the same world we inhabit, with histories and impermanence and all the more meaningful in the here and now for it.