Goblin Market (1862) is a narrative poem by Christina Rossetti. The poem tells the story of two close sisters: Laura and Lizzie, with the river goblins.
Although the sisters seem to be quite young, they live by themselves in a house, and draw water every evening from a stream. As the poem begins, the sisters hear the calls of the goblin merchants selling their fantastic fruits in the twilight. On this evening, Laura, intrigued by their strangeness, lingers at the stream after her sister goes home. Longing for the goblin fruits but having no money, the impulsive Laura offers to pay a lock of her hair and “a tear more rare than pearl.”
Laura gorges on the delicious fruit in a sort of bacchic frenzy. Once finished, she returns home in an ecstatic trance, carrying one of the seeds. At home, Laura tells her sister of the delights she indulged…
INFORMATION: A few Night Furies escaped Grimmel and are living on Hawaii with a very diverse civilization of people.
The people learned to understand the language of the Night Furies so they could communicate, they discovered the Furies grudges against Dragon Hunters and vowed to help them seek vengeance if the dragons would help them in return.
They started riding them, and eventually formed a group called the Thunderbolts that specifically hunted down Dragon Hunters and “stopped” them. Meaning, they killed them.
A stable girl named Eir dreams of having her own Night Fury and becoming a Thunderbolt! But for now, she’s stuck sweeping stalls and feeding dragons.
When she does get her chance, and goes on her first hunting mission, she is told to kill a hunter, but she can’t. She saw the fear in his eyes and spared him, putting herself to shame and losing her rights to be a Thunderbolt.
She’ll meet the hunter she spared later, and learn that his name is Enoch.
Mista is another Thunderbolt who disagrees with their morals and quits.
Eir, Enoch, and Mista form a new group of dragon riders.
Audolf is a very masculine man with two pet wolves. One male, one female. He will join the riders later.
Eir (see the pictures above): Slender, somewhat scrawny/runty teenage girl with long brown hair in a neat braid. She’s very pretty and knows it, and can spend hours washing and styling her hair just right. Her appearance is very important to her. She also loves dragons and knows a lot about them. Her weakness is her social skills. She is very awkward when it comes to people and never knows how to make a conversation enjoyable. So she usually leaves the talking to Mista or Enoch. She has a female Night Fury named Raven, with pale green eyes and purplish undertones in her jet black scales..
And this is where I stopped writing this. Maybe I’ll continue it on Quotev, but for now, this is it.
YN (Your Name) is cursed to transform into a Night Fury dragon every new moon. Usually at this time, she locks herself in her room to hide the transformation (and protect others from herself). But one day, a horrible incident left her lost in the woods at the time of the transformation, and the first thing she did was go on a rampage in one of Eggman’s lairs. This is where she meets a certain dark hedgehog who may understand her better than anyone she’s ever met…
IDK why, but this pic of Shadow is super cute!
YN is Your Name LN is Last Name MT is Mobian Type (are you human, hedgehog, or other?) HC is Hair Colour (or whatever is on your head) EC is Eye Colour SC is Skin (or Scale) Colour HT is Hair Type (do you have fur, spines, scales, feathers, or actual hair, or something else?) FC is Favourite Colour UN is Uncle’s Name
Third Person POV
The woods were a dark and mysterious place. Especially in this part of Mobius. Thick, dark trees grew up to twenty feet tall or more! Their branches twisted together, creating a heavy canopy overhead that blotted out all the sunlight, save a few small, golden patches that dappled the forest floor here and there. A heavy mist hung over the leaf and pine needle carpeted floor, making nearly impossible to see.
Rapid footsteps and heavy breathing broke the eerie silence as a figure darted amongst the black trunks, desperate to find a cave, or some other shelter to trap herself in.
For the sun was setting, and tonight was the night of the New Moon!
The figure, err, girl, I should say, was YN. A MT that had been cursed at birth by a vengeful uncle. The Curse of The Night Fury. A dragon known for its evil in their land. So now, every new moon, little YN was doomed to transform into that very same evil. She had protected herself and others by locking herself away, but now she was lost. And couldn’t get back home to her room in time.
Earlier That Day…
(If you do not like any part of this outfit, you can change it.)
(You can also imagine makeup or other accessories as needed!)
YN twirled slowly in front of her full-length mirror, admiring herself from all angles. It was her birthday today, and she wanted to make sure she look perfect. (I hope you don’t mind, I’m taking certain aspects and preferences of your character into my own hands here.)
YN was a sucker for beauty. She would often hear other girls talk about how much they hated wearing dresses, as though it made a woman weak! But she loved the swish of the skirts against her legs, and the looks on others’ faces when she swept into the room, as breathtakingly beautiful as any princess. And in a way, she was one. For YN was a member of one of the wealthiest, most sophisticated families on Mobius. The LN’s. They lived in a manor on the edge of a cliff by the sea and surrounded by woodland. It was called LN Manor. Their family had lived there for almost as long as the Acorns had been ruling Northmerca.
YN finished smoothing the skirts of her long, navy blue dress. You would think she would hate dark colours, considering her curse. But she found them oddly comforting. They soothed her, and understood in a way that no one ever could. There was a knock on the door and Gwen, YN’s handmaiden, entered the room. “Good evening, Miss YN.” Gwen curtsied. YN inclined her head politely, smiling. “Hello, Gwen!” She greeted. “I have something for you.” Gwen said, presenting a small, thin, velvet box. “It’s from your parents.” She added. “As a birthday gift.” YN swallowed the lump in her throat at the mention of her parents. They were almost never home, as they spent most of their time traveling around the world and looking for a cure for her curse. It warmed her heart to know that they were thinking of her. She accepted the box, smiling gratefully. She opened it to reveal an expensive diamond choker (the one in the pictures above, unless you’d rather imagine something else). YN covered her mouth with one hand as tears formed in her eyes. “Oh, it’s beautiful!” She whispered. “Your parents know how much you love beautiful things.” Gwen put a comforting arm around YN’s shoulders. “Would you like me to put it on for you?” She asked softly. YN nodded, turning around so that the task could be completed. There was no need to move her HT as it was already twisted into an elegant updo (unless you imagined something else, in which case, move it as necessary). Gwen gently fastened the choker and stepped back, giving YN room to admire herself. YN turned from side to side, stretching her neck and admiring the sparkle of the diamonds against her throat. “Thank you, Gwen.” She said softly, turning to embrace the older woman. Gwen returned the hug, smiling. She pulled away suddenly, brushing away her tears. “You’d better get going. They’re all expecting you.” Gwen gestured toward the door. YN nodded, and took a deep breath before making her entrance.
Everyone in the room immediately turned to watch as YN came sweeping down the main staircase like a graceful swan. Everyone gasped and murmured as they admired (or envied) her beauty. YN smiled and continued forward to mingle with the crowd. She received many “Happy Birthday’s” from friends and relatives, responding to each with a polite smile, a “Thank You”, and a curtsy. Becoming rather thirsty, she wandered over to the refreshment table and poured herself a drink. Lifting the cup to her lips, she was startled by a deep, booming voice coming from behind her. “There’s my lovely niece!” YN turned around to see a tall MT with dark HT and eyes striding toward her with open arms. She’d only met him once, while she was a baby, but she still had a pretty good idea who it was. “Uncle UN?!” She gasped. The MT grinned. “Surprised to see me, dear? Look at you! I haven’t seen you since you were a baby!” YN backed away in fear. This was the man who had ruined her life! “What do you want?” She asked. “I want to finish what I started…” He said in a sinister voice. Suddenly he screamed as Gwen stabbed him in the back with a cheese-knife. “Run YN!!!” She cried, pushing YN towards the door. YN obeyed without thinking, running outside and into the woods as fast as she could.
Back To The Present…
So now YN was hopelessly lost and terrified, for herself, for Gwen, and for all the people at the party. Would her witch uncle still be able to find her? He definitely would if there was a Night Fury rampaging through the forest on the news. YN spotted a cave up ahead and made a beeline for it, but it was already too late. She collapsed with a cry as her body began to change. She felt her spine growing longer as it sprouted into a tail with fins and dorsal plates pushed themselves through her flesh. She felt her skull flattening and growing longer as her eyes changed shape and turned green, and extra ears started to grow out of her head. Large, leathery black wings sprouted from her back and her FC fur changed into smooth, glossy black scales. YN had become a Night Fury.
The creature lay there in pain, breathing heavily, before it recovered and got to its feet. YN was no longer in control. Her mind had given way to a feral beast with a thirst for blood and destruction. The beast that used to be YN lifted its snout, sniffing the air. Immediately, her sensitive nose detected the acrid scent of oil, exhaust, and molten metal. She knew that whatever it was, she hated it, and she wanted it gone. YEEESSS! KIIILLL IIIIIT!!! Her mind screeched, not in so many words. She spread her wings and took to the air, her dark scales blending perfectly against the night sky, and flew towards the source of the smell.
With Shadow…
A dark hedgehog perched on a cliff overlooking Eggman’s lab. GUN had sent him with a team of soldiers to take the chaos emerald that was being held there. A signal from the ground troops and he jumped, flying through the air before landing gracefully on the pavement in front of the big, ugly building and skating through an army of robots, subduing each one as he passed. With that out of the way, there was nothing to stop him from teleporting inside. Once inside the lair, it didn’t take him long to find the vault with the chaos emerald. He was just about to take it, when– BOOM!
The whole building seemed to shake with the impact of the explosion. Alarms rang and red lights flashed. Shadow quickly grabbed the emerald and dashed into the halls to see what was wrong. First he heard the screeching. A distant, high-pitched roar followed by a sound similar to that of a ray gun firing, and then another explosion. But this time, he was able to see a purple flash with it. He skidded to a stop in a large room and stared at the sight. A large, black winged creature with sharp teeth and piercing green eyes. It shrieked again and shot another projectile, incinerating an entire Omega unit (not Shadow’s Omega, I would never kill him off!). The creature looked up and spotted Shadow. For a moment, ruby eyes locked with jade, and Shadow was able to see the immense torment in its eyes before the creature screeched and fired at him. He barely had time to jump out of the way as the wall behind him was ravaged by the fire. He stood up and jumped over the creature’s head as it charged him. Quickly ducking behind a tilted tower, he spoke into his wrist communicator. “I need back-up! There’s…” He paused. It looks like a dragon, if not a conventional one. “A wild dragon loose in here! I want to subdue it without harming it.”
YN’s POV
The acrid metallic smell was everywhere, giving the poor dragon a nasty headache. It made her eyes water so that her vision was blurry. And no matter how many times she shot at the objects around her, the smell wouldn’t go away. She screamed in agony and frustration. The two different people fighting for control of her brain were only increasing her confusion and frustration. She screamed again and used her echolocation, trying to find a way out of this heck-hole. She charged towards the opening she’d detected in the wall (that she could also faintly see through her watery eyes) and nearly tripped over something warm and furry. The creature wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her to the ground with incredible strength. She felt a long swathe of heavy, dark fabric tied around her head, effectively blinding her and keeping her from firing any more shots. She struggled against whoever dared to hold her, but then a soothing voice spoke in her ear, “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m trying to help.” The voice was deep and soft, and spoke English, yet she was still able to understand him. How was that possible? Either way, it worked to calm her down, and she followed obediently when he started to lead her around by the ends of the cloth. The heavy smell and loud noises were still bombarding YN from all sides, but the owner of the voice somehow managed to keep her calm, so it no longer enraged her. She made a noise that was halfway between a purr and a growl, meaning to ask the voice who he was and where he was taking her. “I’m Shadow, Shadow The Hedgehog.” He replied, since he apparently could understand her for some reason! “I’m taking you out of here.”
Author’s Note: I had this plan to make it so that Gerald gave Shadow some Night Fury DNA, hence the ability to understand YN in her dragon form. However, I don’t know if I’ll finish this story since it’s much more efficient and satisfying to create fanfiction on Quotev. I AM making a revision of this story in my Sonic Oneshot and Headcanons book, so you can check that out if you want.
Hi! I’m sorry fornot posting this sooner! Life has been full of distractions for me… ANYWAYS! I’m not writing anymore fanfiction on WordPress. I’ve moved on to another site called Quotev. You can find my work on my profile Estar the Dragon Queen. My profile picture is Dart from the HTTYD franchise, and my homepage has a Light Fury themed background. One of my most popular stories is That Would Not Be You (TMNT 2012 x Reader and OC).
I’m keeping my account active and I may still post occasionally if my parents take away my Quotev account or something. But I just find that Quotev is easier to use and I reach way more people on it. And it’s completely free to use!
But I want to thank all of you who did take the time to read my stories. It means a lot to me. I love you all! Good bye!
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You are trapped in a white room without windows. In front of you are two doors. A blue door, and a red door.
Behind the blue door is you will find Sonic.Exe, which is a creepypasta version of Sonic. If you enter that door he will almost certainly brutally and painfully murder you for fun, unless you can somehow miraculously find a way to escape (it’s impossible to defeat him).
So scary…
Behind the red door is Dr. Eggman wearing a pink bikini with yellow spots and posing seductively. If you enter that door, you can probably make it out of the room alive, but that image will forever be burned into you brain for the rest of your life!
Be a responsible parent, and don’t let your kids watch movies like The Brave Little Toaster and Coraline. Such movies are damaging to their psyches. Even the people who made The Brave Little Toaster admitted that it could be considered a horror film!
If children MUST see these movies, at least have them wait until they are old enough to distinguish fiction from reality. This is usually around age fourteen and older (though it varies from child to child).
I’m telling you this because even though I haven’t seen these movies, all I had to do was read a review about both of them and it kept me up late for days, even weeks! And I’m almost a freaking adult! And before you call me a wuss, let me tell you that I’ve watched movies like Jurassic World, X-Men, The Piarates of The Caribbean, The Lord of The Rings, and Van Helsing (movies that are supposed to be actually scary) and I was fine!
So please, spare your children, and don’t let them watch movies like this. They really don’t need it. Thank you.
Hi! I’ve been thinking of starting a YouTube channel. The idea is, I’ll make up original stories to tell, fairytales, roleplays, comedies, etc. and take videos of me telling them and post them on this channel. I also thought it might be fun to use some of my fanfics and maybe read aloud the older books and stories that nobody really owns, like Grimm Brothers. I’m thinking the setting will be in my “woman cave” which is technically my bed, but if you saw it, you’d know why I call it that. I’ll use costumes and props, and may even hire my siblings as supporting characters for larger projects. I don’t know how well this will take, but I’m gonna work on some scripts and I will let you all know in a post when the first video(s) is/are ready, as well as post a link to it/them.
I made this cuz I saw something similar and got angry. This is how I deal. (I don’t have a meme-creating app or whatever it’s called, so I have to do it this way.)
Santa: “Before you laugh at kids for believing in me… Remember that there are STILL people out there who think that Joe Biden and Justin Trudeau are qualified to lead a country…” LOLZZZZZZ!!!! 😀
That’s how I get angry. Thank you, thank you very much. Peace out.
The Fan Show 