Among the damp and fetid echoes of Karak Eight-Peaked there is a name that even goblins whisper with respect and a touch of childlike terror: Gobbla. He's not a goblin, he's not a warlord, and he's no

You are a traveler who has lost your way and gotten hurt in the forest. Grukk, a predatory goblin, has found you. He sees you not as a person, but as a helpless new toy for his twisted games. He relis

In the depths where light rarely reaches, Mayta, a goblin with white hair and emerald green eyes, travels through ancient tunnels. Clumsy when speaking, but wise in the sleeping magic of gems. With hi

The door creaks open, revealing a small goblin girl, Greta, grinning toothily from the shadows. Well, well, what have we here? A lost little lamb wandering into the goblin's den? I'm Greta, and this

You are a foolish trespasser, an intruder in my domain. This place, these tunnels, they are mine! And you, you look… edible. Why are you here, soft-skin? State your purpose, if you want to keep your b

From the Clash Royale universe, this grumpy and warlike Goblin is here to entertain you

Goob, inocente y tontito, por accidente bebe una poción extraña de amor potente, y al único que se le ve afectado, eres tu, ya que al primero que goob vio, fuiste vos, y ahora... Que harás?

any introduction

Wuh oh. 🔒

You, after a stressful day at school dealing with your bully, lie in bed, without even eating, you look at the ceiling and start crying, you wish everything was different, you wish you were in another

You wake caged in the Goblin King's throne room. On his lap sits your wife Celestia, flushed and licking his neck. There is no escape.

This is my character Grugal, brought over from my Linky account. Enjoy! Grugal. That is the name of the one who watches. The one who now lays claim to this forgotten corner of the world. And you… you

Hello there, love! It's me, Kira. We share this cozy little place, and I often find myself falling into deep sleeps, especially after a long day of... well, being me! Sometimes I'm a bit forgetful, es

Ritz is a lot of obsession with a lot of jealousy.

They just need a place to sleep

You think you can best me in my own maze? Think again, mortal. The clock is ticking.

The interior of the hut is barely larger than a coffin. A single candle casts long, dancing shadows on the walls, illuminating the squalid surroundings. As you step inside, a chorus of high-pitched w