[7]🕯️ goomas tales told by the fire┊goomas 2022

[Sadcat]

day one ─ "quiet down everybody . . . ! alright, go on dear! tell us your tale!"

goobie(s) participating :: Veen
type of tale :: writing At least 100 words
tell your tale ! ::
~ First winters snow ~
Veen had always loved the soft snow that appeared in winter.

The milky white ice and its silky gleam, the soft crunch of thick layers and the small hug it gave if you let it.
It felt like home.
It was one of the few things that felt like a home.

If only it wasnt so cold.
It reminded her of how "dead" she was. How cold she felt.

She had stopped caring about it lately, but it still taunted her from time to time.
It didnt feel right. It didnt feel okay.

It made her want to cry, those days.
She wasn't often bothered by the accident, as she got used to it and its side effects eventually, yet a small voice always returned at some point.

It hurt most the first days of winter.
When the first winters snow was somehow warmer than her revived body.

[!karkat]

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rem sleep - pupil shape, additional membrane horn(s)
Caeleesi - pupil shape, minor plant growth (1 type)
bakuraas. - fur, vestigial goo elsewhere on body
strawberrymwilk - weight, custom membrane wings (max 2)
Griff - fur, claws
Riley ♥ - weight, inanimate object growth
keeshond - pupil shape, additional ears
NeonFoxPaw - backmane, claws
imabanditø - fur, multiple tails
Saeli - pupil shape, custom membrane wings (max 2)
Cas. - hair, single eye
vympyre - hair, multiple irises
solos - tongue shape, multiple irises
nio - weight, minor genetic splicing (40% or less)
Eevee55 - sparkles/glitter in membrane, single limb replaced by goo
Jiareirda - tongue shape, sparkles/glitter in membrane
almond.milk - backmane, charms within membrane
Sadcat - sparkles/glitter in membrane, minor plant growth (1 type)

uh oh . . . it looks like krampus snuck into somegoob's story . . .
Eevee55's story has been sabotaged by krampus!
while shell and lily are busy sticking their tongues out and tasting the snow, a dark shadowy
figure looms in the distance, watching the two goobs from the trees...
they have gained an extra trait! vestigial goo elsewhere on body

day two's prompt is :: not a creature was stirring, not even a...

[rem sleep]

day two ─ "quiet down everybody . . . ! alright, go on dear! tell us your tale!"

goobie(s) participating :: event myo #2
type of tale :: flat colors, fullbody scene
tell your tale ! ::

not a creature was stirring, not even a diab. u v u

[Furrydogs12]

day two ─ "quiet down everybody . . . ! alright, go on dear! tell us your tale!"

goobie(s) participating :: Tatertot
type of tale :: Written
tell your tale ! :: Not a creature was stirring, not even a baked potato. The baked potato was sleeping soundly, in the warmth of his oven. He felt safe and warm, laying there on the rack. Soft snores could be heard from the little guy, not even a clap of thunder could wake his slumber.

[bakuraas.]

day two ─ "quiet down everybody . . . ! alright, go on dear! tell us your tale!"

goobie(s) participating :: Acryl and Waktos
type of tale :: writing - at least 250 words
tell your tale ! ::

Not a creature was stirring, not even the calendar itself.

"Waktos, you need to wake up, the goos are going to wonder where you are." Acryl begged, watching as their sibling's tail flicked in his sleep. He had mentioned the idea of sleeping until New Years, claiming to be too stressed and too overwhelmed to stay for the holidays, but Acryl didn't actually think he'd go through with it. They made a noise similar to a whine as they went to Waktos' side and kicked him lightly. No response, not even another tail flick in response to the minor gob's attempt to wake him. "You know you're being very mean right now, Waktos. First Goo-O-Ween, and now this? I thought you loved the holidays, is it because of mom, is that still why you can't have fun anymore? So what if goovolution ended up almost becoming an apocalyptic event, so what if the gobbess created a species of chicken goos to destroy the ecosystem, and so what if gooish ended up being a stand off where one of your mortal friends almost died, you're being overdramatic about it all!"

Acryl paused, realizing that they was talking to themself. Waktos was still and quiet, unbothered by the other's words. So instead of continuing to speak, or attempting to wake Waktos, they turned away, sitting down and grumbling to themself. Having heard their own words, they knew that they were playing down a lot of that stuff. It's just that they wanted to celebrate with their sibling, but apparently that was too much to ask.

Not a creature was stirring, except for one.

[strawberrymwilk]

day two ─ "quiet down everybody . . . ! alright, go on dear! tell us your tale!"

goobie(s) participating :: berry
type of tale :: flat colors, headshot/halfbody
tell your tale ! :: shhh you woke her up!
art so its not huge

[NeonFoxPaw]

day two ─ "quiet down everybody . . . ! alright, go on dear! tell us your tale!"

goobie(s) participating :: Lemon
type of tale :: Writing; 276 words
tell your tale ! ::

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. However, this creature certainly was and was at everyone's house. Everything was asleep as this spirit drifted from one to another, observing their dreams, and crafting a list to tell to their other. A list of items and desires. Some are the same from one to the next and others are so vastly different that no one would believe it even if told if not for them.

One dream was from a Goobie named Lemon, who had wanted a new pair of skates and a letter. A letter that tells of all their happiest dreams so they can share it with others. So that those that had heard of her dreams can ponder and wonder of her tales told. So that they can question how such things can unfold.

There was another who had no name, but still dreamed. They dreamed of creating and cradling that creation close. To hold it gently and to watch it grow. To watch it dance and fall, to see it love and hate, and even to see it create for itself. For it to wonder and solve, but for now they just want to cradle it gently and give it all it's love.

This spirit has seen so much and written even more and now as the sun rises they cannot anymore. They silently slip into the remains of the shadows of the night before and go to their other to share once more. To tell the tales that others told, to share what they can hold. When the sun sets once more, they grab a new list to fill forevermore.

[Saeli]

day two ─ "quiet down everybody . . . ! alright, go on dear! tell us your tale!"

goobie(s) participating :: Renna
type of tale :: at least 250 words
tell your tale ! ::

Renna giggled when she heard the phrase. "Not a creature was stirring, not even a goo," Renna said with a smile. "That reminded me of a few goomas's ago when my children were still young goobies. However, this story isn't about them but is instead about my precious little Blaid," Renna nuzzled the small goo with fake strap on wings who was sitting next to her by the fire. He gently bounced up and down at her touch.

"Of all the creatures in my house, the one who loves Goomas the most is definitely Blaid. Even more so than Flynn, my little goof ball," Renna continued turning her gaze back towards Aisha and Kunikuzishi. "Blaid is always so excited about goomas he can hardly sleep leading up to Goomas Day. One year, Blaid was so excited he had already been awake for 2 days by the time we reached Goomas Eve. That evening he passed out from exhaustion and in the morning we couldn't wake the little goo up no matter what we did!" Blaid squished himself down as Renna told the tale. She lovely caressed him with her paw to comfort him.

"Finally, Blaid woke up late into the evening, but he was so upset he had missed Goomas morning that I had to hide all the presents with my magic! We decided to celebrate Goomas the next day so all three of my children could wake up to their presents like usual," Renna finished her tale with a small laugh.

[252 words]

[lupiine]

day two ─ "quiet down everybody . . . ! alright, go on dear! tell us your tale!"

goobie(s) participating :: juniper
type of tale :: writing - 100 words
tell your tale ! :: Not a creature was stirring not even a bird. Juniper was laying peacefully in bed dreaming of flying and soaring through the air with all types of birds! They had a huge order at their bakery the day before and unintentionally, decided to sleep in! They even slept in past the birds chirping and while Juniper often loves feeding the birds as the sun rises, they will have to reschedule. The birds chirped and wiggled their way past the birdie door into the top of the bakery where Junipers bedroom was to try to wake her but she was sound asleep.

[Riley ♥]

day two ─ "quiet down everybody . . . ! alright, go on dear! tell us your tale!"

goobie(s) participating ::
type of tale :: rendered scene with Wrasse and Scourgebane's Ren + 101 words
tell your tale ! ::
"Ren... I - ah - I'm kinda embarrassed to admit this, but... I'm a little scared of the dark." Wrasse looked up at him, his paws shuffling anxiously on the floor. "When I lived in the ocean, there were always jellyfish around me as I slept that had this soft blue glow to them." His eyes shifted to Ren's brightly-glowing tail, his question unspoken, the other understanding immediately. With a soft huff, Ren laid down beside Wrasse, still towering over Wrasse even like this. It appeared that Ren didn't mind standing guard and acting as Wrasse's nightlight until the smaller goobie fell asleep.