Goblincore post of the week/month/idk
We need more Goblincore in our lives tbh, Goblincore is:
The perfect way of being kind (look up the post about “Goblincore is perfect for self-conscious people”, I remember one of the sentences in it being “chubby and short? Perfect goblin body!”)
The perfect way to recycle (usually, there’s a few things I can’t figure out how us goblins would be able to re use or recycle)
And it doesn’t require your life savings! It allows you to spend your life outdoors, indoors, or in a mix depending on the type of goblin! Me personally? I’m a inside goblin who hates brightness (I’m photosensitive ;u;) but goes outside to collect bones, rocks and stuff!
TLDR: Goblincore is fun, kind and cheap in my experience, we need it more
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I've come to think of the recent trend making goblincore "pretty" as sort of like... a renaissance faire. We all know the medieval times were nothing like they are represented as at a faire, but it's still nice, still entertaining. People dress up as these idealized, pretty, fantasy versions of squires, knights, princesses, princes, queens and kings, laughs are had, money is spent, and everyone eats a giant turkey leg.
Same general idea. Who wouldn't love to live in a sun-dappled hole in the ground, in the middle of the woods, somehow subsisting off the land without the hardships that come with that lifestyle, happily gardening and sipping tea by candlelight? Chasing down the occasional human, causing mischief in the local town that's close to your acres of forest?
Perhaps I'm too stuck in the moment, but all I can see is what's at hand; the here and the now of it. Goblins and bugbears, bogarts, púca, changelings and creatures of all shapes and sizes, trapped in our little meatsuits, suffering from a whole new kind of culture shock day in and day out.
You can't stop humanity from encroaching too far upon nature's domain because they already have, and now you find yourself amongst them. Behind enemy lines, more or less.
You can't make yourself a hole in the ground because every inch of this land is somehow owned, regardless of whether or not someone has ever even set foot upon it.
It becomes less about roleplaying a hobbit on the weekends, and more about surviving with the power of sheer spite.
Your disguise is mostly above suspicion, so you can, for the most part, act and dress however you like. At your core, you are still the antithesis to humanity, so you find yourself stitching your clothes together, proud of your rips and tears. You earned them. You can't fully grasp the idea of money, no matter how hard you try, and so "the grind" is likely something you don't participate in.
Now, rules you are familiar with, but the ones you find in front of you have no sense to them, and feel as if they aren't directed towards you.
You're leery of people in general, and so are slow to make friends. You find yourself, more than likely, getting close to those who have been rejected by society as well: punks and felons, anarchists, street kids and van-lifers. You probably consider yourself a member of one of these little communities yourself.
It's a lonely sort of life, at the end of the day, no matter what you surround yourself with. No matter what you decide to distract yourself with. Finding more of your kind is difficult, even with the aid of the internet, but you can likely spot them here and there, and it is refreshing to bounce your unique energy back and forth.
What I'm trying to say, while I derail myself here, is that I'm coming to the conclusion that there's two sides to goblincore: there's the fashion side, and the lifestyle side. Everything becomes a fashion statement at some point, so I can't really complain.
If someone I met started dressing like me in real life, I'd be flattered, y'know? It'd be weird, as it'd be their own strange version of my normal dress, but it's still oddly endearing. A little Single White Female, but still endearing.
But if you're a lifer, if you've lived this way well before it was given a title, trust that your kind are out there. You're not alone.
You just might have to dig through a little bit of trash to find them.
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To vanish from this fandom or to not vanish, that is the burning question
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For your virwing pleasure: the best photo I've ever taken of the cat
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Summary:
If there’s one thing you learn when you get isekaied, you don’t know where the hell you end up or who the hell you’re going to meet on the other side. Whether you’re in a fully-formed body, a newborn baby, or whatever the universe cooks up, there’s one ultimate goal in any journey (Pokémon-centric or not), and it’s to bitch slap these goddamn Mary Sues back to Arceus himself.
Or alternatively, when you’re trying not to scream from Twisted Wonderland’s plotline, surviving all these Overblots, and vibing with your bestie to the end of the world because you’re just trying to accomplish things and live, it’s not all that bad to live twice.
Never: And here's Chapter 6! Man, Heartslabyul is certainly going to be something to behold, especially with the dice rolls coming into play more often than not in this arc! At least somewhat!
Glade: Our week-long break is up, so here's the next chapter - and into Heartslabyul we go! Things are going to get wacky from here :)
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