#grifficate

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(Dandys World Red Rock) Some Vee and Dandy Lore

These two are going to be somewhat important to the AU, Dandy especially. I decided for a video game esque feel because I thought it would be fun.

Video is set in 1990, both are still teens in this point in the timeline.

Sorry if the script is missing some parts, it had to quickly be rewritten after our Arthur voice actor had to leave for something. Funny how fitting that is. Enjoy!

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Rohan apologizes?!

In which Rohan is mean to Ryoma and regrets it, which turns into him begrudgingly asking Reimi for advice about how to make amends.

Characters: Rohan Kishibe, Ryoma Román, Reimi Sugimoto.

Pairings: Ryohan

Genre: Fluff? It's lighthearted idk

(A/N): No art for this one sadly (yet) since art fight just started, but! There's a little something extra at the end.

For the last fifteen minutes, Ryoma had been rambling on without end. He had made the mistake of mentioning insects, unaware about how passionate they were for the subject, which had triggered this bout of chattiness. He liked bugs as much as the next guy, but Ryoma was on an echelon of their own. He didn't know how much of this he could take. They were usually very attentive to his signals, but he guessed their love of arthropods had blinded them.

His patience was wearing thin that day, he wanted nothing more than to work on his manga, but unfortunately, they were getting in the way of that. He stared down at the nearly blank page before him. He was only able to get a few lines in before Ryoma had stopped him. At his wits end, his irritation fired off an instinctive response.

"Don't you ever shut up?" He snapped.

He didn't immediately realize the impact that simple phrase had left. Once the room fell silent, he was just happy to finally begin drawing. Tunnel vision clouded his judgment significantly, thoughts about his work filled his head and left space for little else. He only recognized something was off when Ryoma spoke up once more.

“I'm.. sorry. I won't bother you anymore.” Their voice was notably quieter than before, stripped of its cheerful quality.

He put down his pen, and turned to look at them. He caught only a glimpse of their face as they turned to leave, but that was enough for him to immediately regret his words.

…

For the remainder of the day, he waged a losing battle against his brain. Now, he was again unable to get any work done because of his own actions. As hard as he tried, he couldn't scrub Ryoma's sad visage from his mind. He dumped another ruined manuscript into the trash, joining the other dozen from that day, and cradled his head in his hands.

The sound of someone coming up the stairs pulled him out of his stupor. Suddenly, he was electrified. In a flash, He pushed that day's failures deeper into the bin and fixed his hair. He spent the next seconds trying to too hard to seem nonchalant as he waited for Ryoma's eventual arrival.

They passed by without a word. Sparing not even a glance in his direction.

He slouched back down. There was no point in pretending he wasn't moping. Ryoma was consciously avoiding him. Truthfully, they had no reason to be in his art room, they had already finished cleaning there when they started raving about bugs. However, Ryoma would regularly come up to see him several times a day, if not to chat then to ask if he needed anything.They were friendly like that. But after what he’d said, it made sense how they wouldn't want to do that anymore.

He was used to people like his editor, his rude remarks would bounce off her like it was nothing. Or Koichi, who was meeker but would still fight back when he disagreed with him on something. People that couldn't deal with his attitude wouldn't last long around him, and he preferred it that way. Usually. But gentle, doe-eyed Ryoma, they cared too much about what people thought. With their heart on their sleeve, it was obvious when they felt hurt.

Their words echoed in his mind, bringing with it the image of a forlorn Ryoma.

He groaned and laid his head on his desk. He had to fix this, but he didn't know where to start. It wasn't in his nature to admit fault. He was going to need to, he shuddered, ask for help.

…

A cold breeze swept the ground as he stepped into the mysterious alley. Koichi was unfortunately out of reach. Something had come up, family matters. He could've waited, but the guilt was eating him alive and he refused to spend another moment agonizing over it. If Tamami was to activate his stand on him, he was sure the resulting pressure would be deadly.

So, he begrudgingly decided to ask Reimi. As an adult, he had only spoken to her a couple times, but she seemed reasonable, and most importantly, unlikely to spread the news of his plight. Admittedly, he wasn't close with many people. He could count two people who liked and talked to regularly. One being the aforementioned high schooler, and the other being the reason he was seeking help in the first place.

He called into the empty alley. “Reimi? Reimi, are you here?"

It only took a moment for the ghost girl to materialize in front of him, Arnold in tandem. "Rohan? What is it? Did you find out something about Kira?”

The shock had long worn off, but it was still surreal to witness. The midday sun illuminated the wounds they wore, reflecting shades of orange on the ever flowing droplets of blood. Such a ghastly, mesmerizing display. It occupied his mind for a moment, but he quickly remembered what he'd come for.

"...No, not yet. I…" Rohan's face burned with embarrassment. Verbalizing his predicament was difficult for him, but he would need to swallow his pride if he wanted to fix things with Ryoma.

“I need your advice.”

“Oh?” Reimi raised her eyebrows, curiosity fully piqued. It even seemed like Arnold had perked up a bit.

After a deep sigh, he began to detail what had been ailing him.. “So, there's this... ‘friend’.” He was unsure if they were close enough to be labeled that but he continued. “They were over today as I was getting ready to work. I happened to briefly mention one of their interests and they went on about it for a whole fifteen minutes.” It's true, he'd counted.

Reimi nodded attentively, prodding him to go on.

“As you probably know, like any good artist, I require my full concentration to work, as well as a keen eye, and I can't have that if I have someone talking at me. They kept prattling on and on without end, so I got irritated, and…lashed out at them. I'll admit It wasn't my best moment, but now they've been avoiding me and I'm not sure what to do.” At first, he muttered his words, but the farther he got along with his explanation, the easier it got to stomach. The initial embarrassment gave away to reveal a dull shame lying underneath.

“By any chance, Is your ‘friend’ Ryoma?” Reimi copied his stilted pronunciation.

Rohan's alarmed expression confirmed her suspicion. He had been vague on purpose, but for Reimi, it was easy to put two and two together. Just because she was trapped in an alley didn't mean she was completely shut off from the outside world. Word travels, even to places such as the intersection between the dead and the living.

Being called out so plainly took him out of the conversation for a moment. “...Yes, but how did you know?”

She smiled coyly at him. He didn't know what to garner from that. “Lucky guess.”

“So, can I ask what you told them exactly?” She took advantage of the brief silence and took charge of the conversation. She was ready to crack into the details, hands clasped. Beside her, Arnold blinked slowly, curling up at her feet.

A familiar ache filled his chest as he replayed the events in his mind for the hundredth time that day. “It was a rhetorical question… ‘Do you ever shut up?’ Those were my direct words.” He couldn't help but cringe at himself.

“I'm guessing you didn't quite say it like that.”

Reimi would've perhaps scolded him, if it didn't seem like his mind had already punished him enough on its own. He looked as if he was ready for the earth to swallow him whole, so she held back. Plus, doing so now would probably discourage him from seeking help again. For Rohan to go so out of his comfort zone for the sake of someone else… Now that was something special. It meant he was making real connections and she was happy for him.

Rohan said nothing, so she piped up again. “Yeah, hearing something like that would definitely hurt them. But you're lucky, knowing Ryoma, it's nothing an apology can't fix. Just be honest, and lay out where you messed up.”

Rohan still looked a little worried, she continued.

“Ryo is one of the most understanding people I know. They're not the type to hold things against you, so don't worry, okay? You'll be just fine.”

She watched, amused, as the relief washed over him. The change was almost comically drastic.

“Was that all?”

“Yes, that was it.”

There was an awkward silence. Arnold yawned.

Rohan cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Farewell then, Miss Reimi.” He didn't know how to make a graceful exit after being so vulnerable with her. His usual aloof demeanor wouldn’t do after that. He began to quickly reverse out of the alley.

“Little Rohan?”

At the sound of his pet name, he stopped to look at her. He didn't know why she insisted on using it, there was nothing little about him anymore. “What is it?”

“I'm glad you're finally making friends. Come visit me anytime, okay?”

He didn't know why, but the combination of her words and her wistful smile struck a chord deep inside. He couldn't think of anything to say, so he offered her a weak smile before he left.

…

When Rohan returned to his house, they were mopping the kitchen. Rohan noticed her head flick in this direction, but they made no effort to acknowledge him like they usually did. So, he approached them, instead.

They softly sang a poppy tune to themself as they made quick work of the kitchen floor in a state of utter focus. “♫Y al final, ni hablaaaar. Los dos nos destruimos, y al final, que taaaaaaal—♪”

He spoke up just as Ryoma vocalized a rising note.

“Ryoma.”

Startled, Ryoma emitted a quick, high-pitched noise, akin to what a small animal would make. Ryoma fumbled to put down their mop, nearly dropping it in the process. They popped out their wired earbuds. “Uh, y-yeah? what's up?” They bit down on their bottom lip, exposing their two front teeth. Although they were a full head taller than him, they shrunk under his gaze until they were almost eye to eye.

Rohan swallowed thickly. The moment of truth had arrived and he was ready, yet still nervous about the outcome.“...Listen, I would like to apologize for what I said the other day. It was quite rude of me to tell you to shut up like that, and for that I'm truly sorry.” The words felt strange coming out of his mouth, but they were genuine.

“Oh, no, no! It's okay!” They frantically waved their hands at him, furrowing their eyebrows. “I know you're very serious about your work, and It's my fault for distracting you like that.” They casted their eyes down in an obvious, yet earnest display of remorse.

The way she flipped it on herself made that ache within his chest return ten-fold since he was sure they truly believed that.

“No, Ryoma. I was wrong for snapping at you. You did nothing to deserve that.”

Ryoma was about to utter a rebuttal, but the way Rohan held their gaze so firmly made them choose otherwise. They conceded, a soft, sweet smile on their lips.. “...Well, I accept your apology.”

Rohan couldn't help but offer them a small smile of his own. “Good.”

They shared a pleasant moment where no words were spoken.

“Well, back to work!” He clapped. Can't have them getting too comfortable now. Ryoma nodded and went to pick up their mop once more.

After that, they both resumed work on their respective tasks. Rohan, newly reinvigorated, finished several chapters in a single sitting, meanwhile Ryoma finished cleaning up early with a cheerful spirit. Mission accomplished.

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Reimi teases Rohan about Ryoma

A deviation from the scene with Reimi and Rohan!

* Ryoma's legal last name is Román, but they've unofficially started calling themself a Higashikata. After spending 5 years together, Ryoma is considered part of the family.

"Do you think I should get them a gift?" Rohan's head buzzed with all the possible gift ideas he could get them. Insect merchandise, tickets to a show, a bulk order of their favourite candy...

He wasn't sure his words would be enough, and he wanted to ensure forgiveness.

"I don't think that's a good idea, it would make her feel like she owes you."

He supposed that was true. They'd been very hesitant to receive any material goods from him before. If ever he'd offer, they'd vehemently decline. Once, they'd borrowed a pen from him, and had forgotten to return it. The next day, they attempted to give it back to him, but he assured them they could keep it. They borrowed it often, so he considered it theirs, anyway. When he wouldn't budge, they slipped it into his pocket along with a new one without his notice.

They were very particular about not receiving anything from anyone, but he was unsure how Reimi knew about this quality of theirs. To his knowledge, they'd only met briefly.

Rohan raised an eyebrow at her.

Reimi answered his unspoken question."They told me. We're friends, you know?"

That was a reality he hadn't considered. If he'd known, he might've not seeked her help. It was possible the word of this would get back to Ryoma, how he was looking for advice on how to reconcile with them. He wasn't sure he could survive the resulting embarrassment.The thought shook him, and his mind was flooded with countless possibilities.

Technically speaking, he could've used Heaven's Door on her to guarantee confidentiality, but doing so would feel wrong. Selfish as he was, he refused to use his ability so callously, not on her.

Then, a curiosity creeped up on him, one he couldn't shake. "Have they ever... said anything about me?" He didn't know what made him ask this, but he wasn't proud of it. Caring about what other people thought of him was something he didn't do.

The way her smile grew made him regret ever asking. So terribly smug. "Are you asking me if they like you?"

He was set alight with a reactive anger. No, that wasn't what he'd meant at all! He just wanted to know if... she had ever talked badly about him behind his back. It made no sense, It's something he could never picture Ryoma doing, but he wanted to convince himself that had been his reasoning. The great Rohan Kishibe cannot have feelings for Ryoma Higashikata.

"Nevermind, I don't need your help." He huffed and turned to leave. He had no tolerance for disrespect such as this. What a preposterous suggestion.

"Wait! Come back! I'm sorry, I won't tease you anymore!" She laughed, running to stop him before he could get far.

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6, 24 and 31 for the one word prompts (pick whichever you like or all of them, whatever you wanna do) :)

Wings, agony, lies -- thank you for being so patient! I know it took me forever to answer this one ><

So this was it.

Caleb sat on the edge of the roof, eyes fixed on the garden below without seeing. He played Coro's last words over and over again in his mind.

You have to decide.

He wanted to be mad at her, to rant and rage and vent all this frustration--but the only person he was truly mad at was himself. Sighing, he pushed away from the ledge, wings spreading wide in his free fall.

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"So you don't have anything to report."

The hooded figure before him made it a statement rather than a question, reaffirming what they had doubtless gleaned from his mind on first contact. Caleb couldn't lie to a Clansman. But he could lie to himself. Right now, he was telling his heart over and over that it wasn't breaking.

"There is no child, no exile, and no other Griffic in the area that could have caused this disturbance?"

"No, your Grandure. The oracles must have been mistaken."

He could feel derision, the contempt radiating from the hood.

"You know such a thing is impossible. Whatever you are hiding must be dear to you, boy."

Caleb swallowed down the lump in his throat.

"There would have been a child, if I'd stayed. But I'm coming home. I'm ready to take my place in the Aurem Clan."

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Um. If this seems overstepping at all. Please don't be offended. But you know the prompt where Nate got kidnapped by that scottish demon that wanted to enslave him? Well, I was thinking about that character for fan stories and such and I've been referring to him as Griffice. Just a suggestion but. If that character does appear at again at all. And qualifies for an official name. Could Griffice be a considered suggestion?

Oh, I don’t know if that character will ever come back, but sure! That could be cool. I’m the worst at coming up with names, so I’ll take all the help I can get XD

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Excellent. I will make a blather post and be sure to tag you

Pride OC fact swap: I just, this very evening, discovered that Ripley and Caleb have an uncle, Ambrose, who is married to a very lovely man, not yet named. But they are my newest gay OCs so I wanna brag about em even though I know NOTHING else about them :P

Yes! Brag away! Ambrose is such an uncle name, please do let me know when you name his husband!

I also have an old married gay couple, one of whom is unnamed. Toby is a grumpy old gay man in a wheelchair who lives in a small house in the middle of a big city with his perpetually cheerful husband. They wear matching woollen cardigans and constantly dream of moving to the seaside.

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Hello Tumblr again... Here is some sketches of one of my other characters Griffice!!!

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The Dark Griffic (1990, Accolade) (C64)

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Red Rock is officially on Tumblr!

My Dandys World AU based on a run me and some friends did! The designs are based on the Ebony Detective, Dark Spikes, and Dinosnore skins. In this AU, Shrimpo starts a band and makes some friends (or whatever is the closest equivalent to friends) along the way!

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A lot of groups like wolves and hyenas do the mom and dad and baby set up. They tend to include more extended family, but the nuclear unit is more or less the central theme.

In witches there was a time where having a witchy wife and a shifter mistress was fairly common, as conception between witches themselves had some difficulties.

Faeries tend to have long, rambling, extended polycules for parents, without giving much care for who is what to whom. One faery probably has 3-5 "parents", in addition to older siblings and cousins who help raise them. Keeping a baby faery's magic under control takes that much work.

It's much the same with the griffics, who raise all their children in one communal rookery, kept separate and safe from the main group. Serpents also raise communally, but with them its more of a "any adult will parent any child they see needing it" kind of way as the munchkins all run free range.

@dragonofanagod asks What are some standard family structures in your world?

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Breathe, breathe, breathe

In which: Tomoko comforts young Ryoma after a nightmare

Characters: (DIU) Ryoma Román, Tomoko Higashikata.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort.

TW: Domestic Abuse. (No harm happens in-text, but it's not subtle.)

* includes mention if Tomoko having twins in reference to @/bioeiectricity’s oc! Go follow him!

Ryoma ran through a dilapidated house. Trash, both in and out of bags, were scattered throughout the ground. She was conscious not to step on it as the consequences weighed heavy in her mind. Dangerously close, a loud rush of footsteps echoed her own as a constant reminder to quicken her pace. 

There was no need for her to glance behind. She already knew her pursuer, just as she instinctively knew where to hide. Safety was close, just down the hall and to the second door to the right. 

They burst inside the familiar room, their room, slamming the door shut behind them. Their next steps were practiced, almost automatic. They grabbed a chair, and jammed it underneath the door knob. It wobbled worryingly, still attached but loose in its cavity.

There was no time to think, however. Soon, yelling and banging overshadowed the pounding of her racing heart. The door knob rattled so hard they thought it would pop off. Summoning her strength, Ryoma braced against the battered door, their body jolting with every impact it took. With no other course of action, they shut their eyes tight, sobbed and prayed for it to end.  

Ryoma abruptly sat up, sweaty and out of breath. The cold grip of fear had crossed over, along with the tears. It was less a dream, but a memory. It was all too real. 

 They stifled their sobs with their palm, so as not to wake the sleeping family. Even in their panicked state, they worried about inconveniencing others, though it was already too late for that. 

 “Ryo?” 

“...M-Ms Tomoko.”

They turned to see the woman emerging from a dark doorway. Moonlight highlighted her exhaustion laden features. The front pieces of her hair that were usually pulled back were now dangling in front of her face. They swayed gently as she moved closer.

Along with everything else, Ryoma felt an acute pang of guilt. She sniffled.

Tomoko sat beside Ryoma on the opposite end of the couch, leaving about a foot’s space between them. She reached over to place her hand over theirs. Despite having several other sleeping options, they had declined to sleep anywhere else. Now, she was starting to believe this was part of the reason why. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” She asked, though she knew the answer.

They nodded, salty tears trickling down their cheeks at the mention. They swiped them away with the back of their free hand. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

Ryoma shook their head.

Another door creaked, louder. This time, an alarmed Ryohei had stomped down from his room. At the top of the steps, his worries were assuaged when he saw the both of them sitting together. Tomoko peered up at him, and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She's got this. 

The older man's brief appearance had stirred up another wave of tears. Ryohei slept upstairs. They must've been loud, Ryoma thought, feeling even guiltier still. 

“Wait a sec, I'll get you some tissues, okay?” 

Tomoko rose and made her way to the bathroom. It was pretty close by, and she knew how to find her way in the dark. It's a skill she’d acquired after many late nursing shifts. She would oftentimes have to navigate the house at night, with no lights on to avoid waking the kids. She recalled fond memories of kissing her children goodnight before heading out. It was a rough patch, certainly, but it wasn't all bad. A soft sob from the living room put a stop to her reminiscing. 

She quickly fetched a box of tissues from the bathroom cabinet and she was back. At 16 years of age, Ryoma was already much taller than Tomoko, yet…  there, on the couch, they had never looked smaller. She retook her seat next to them, placing the tissues in the space between them.

“Here you go.” 

Ryoma dried her tears and emitted a sad, little sound that was probably a thank you. 

“Can I get you anything else? Water?"

Ryoma said nothing for a bit. They stared down at their hands, wringing them. 

“C-can..I…have a hug?” They hiccuped.

Hearing those words, her heart squeezed painfully, tears welling up in her own eyes. “Yes, of course. Come here.” 

They embraced, and Ryoma released all that they were holding back. Tomoko rode it out, rocked her gently, interspersing warm assurances here and there. Back and forth, back and forth. At first, they clung to her tightly, as if Tomoko would vanish at any moment, leaving them desolate on the couch. But as time passed, her hold slackened with it.

Their sobs eased, and they were left sniffling, worn out. They were still with the exception of the occasional hiccup. Tomoko combed her fingers through their long hair. It was a surefire way to get Ryoma to fall asleep. When she brushed their hair, they always did, really no matter how short the session was…but Tomoko was willing to accept that outcome. Even if it meant being stuck in an uncomfortable position until Ryoma woke up. And she'd do it again.

None of them spoke for a long while, but they didn't need to. At that moment, resting her chin on Tomoko’s shoulder, there was no question they were loved. 

Then, Ryoma spoke. It was very quiet, and marred by sleep, but due to their proximity she was able to hear it. Tomoko swore she heard her say ‘mom’. She felt ready to cry again.

“Yes?”

A little more awake now, they broke away from her and spoke up. “You should go to bed. It's late.” 

Tomoko felt a little silly hearing that after using the same line so many times on her twins. Ryoma, though hardly ever gave her an occasion to. Such a hard worker, always so tired. It worried her, truthfully, but Ryoma would never let up. 

She smiled. “Okay, but you should come with me.” 

Ryoma was too sleepy to disagree. 

With a decent deal of effort, Tomoko managed to hoist Ryoma onto her back, and started towards her bedroom. Short as she was, the young mother was strong. It also helped that Ryoma was thin as she was tall, so the transition was fairly smooth. Tomoko laid them down on one side of the bed, and she took up the other.

“Goodnight.” 

Ryoma didn't answer. Tomoko looked to the side to find Ryoma already asleep. She was having another dream, but this time it would be much nicer. 

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A bit about the Griffic Nation

As promised, a blurb about the griffic nation for @loopyhoopyfrood

Also tagging my update peeps (haven’t done that in a while, have I?) @chaos-reign @merigreenleaf @ageekyreader @a-sundeen @jaimistoryteller

As always, if you want to be added or removed from my update list, let me know

In all technicalities, there is no such thing as the Griffic Nation. In the earliest days of the chimera, the wing bearing races –the gryphons, hippogriffs, and wyverns—took advantage of flight to settle the high reaches of the northern mountain range. Their efforts gathered around the seven most notable peaks, each providing its own advantages and challenges. Families flocked to areas suited to their natural talents, turning the environmental challenges into familiar expertise. These families, or Clans, became the law of their particular mountain, unmatched in their mastery of a particular area. They operatied largely autonomously, cooperating begrudgingly when necessary, each Clan determined to come out on top of any given exchange. Until the First Chimera War. United by necessity and fierce determination to protect their homes, the Clans came together in a loose federation, which would become known colloquially as the griffic nation.

Ravaged by war, the Clans were forced to reorganize. Clanheads took up the practice of bolstering and maintain their numbers by adopting in new members, based on the compatibility of their magics. As a general rule, an individual’s magic follows the coloring and nature of their second forms, so golden/tawny creatures tend toward lightning or fire magic, silvery/whites to ice and wind, spotted/barred to illusion magics, and so on. These traits are often hereditary, but not always, so even children born to Clansmen parents are not guaranteed a position within the Clan until they’ve earned it.

Children are raised in a communal environment, learning from and inspiring one another to greatness through the spirit of competitive cooperation. Older children and unattached young adults serve as round the clock teachers and caretakers in the rookery, with occasional assistance from birth parents as their other commitments allow. A young griffic’s family are their rookmates, until their achievements catch the eye of honored Clansmen and are able to claim a family name as their own.

Once claimed, Clansmen are expected to serve and uphold the strength of their Clan, making life decisions based on politics and advantage more than emotion and personal preference. Children are expected to be born, positions are to be sought after and held, aide and assistance given, orders from higher ranked Clansmen obeyed. Here the importance of compatible magic comes into play. One cannot commune and support in a spell that one cannot work. So high ranking Clansmen have incentive to seek out members that can augment their own abilities. And less talented griffics find their skill gaps shored up and supported by the overall strength of the Clan and the energies of their mountain.

The expectations on Clansmen are harsh, but life among the peaks is harsh. Most consider it worth the reward of social standing and physical security.  And, so long as ones duty to the Clan is being upheld, one is free to pursue whatever other interests and romantic arrangements one desires. In fact, griffic marriage traditions are usually one sided, in a way, to facilitate just that. When someone asks you to be their mate, they are asking you to uphold and support them, but you are still free to seek out someone else as your own mate. So it is not uncommon for marriages to exist in chains, each link involved in their own Vs: serving as mate to one person to fulfill your clan duties, and choosing someone else as your mate for happiness and personal preference. (This is also why children are raised communally in the Rookery. Otherwise, it would be a legal nightmare to decide who has what rights and duties to which children.)

As a parting tidbit: There are no wyvern Clansmen. Between the First and Second Chimera Wars, there was a single Clan unifying all wyverns, who traveled between the seven peaks as merchants and journeymen. They were allowed to settle on any Clan’s mountain, but they were not subject to that Clan’s law. Serving as almost their own international waters, the Wyvern Clan’s responsibility was maintaining traffic and communication between the other peaks. But all of that came to an end with the final blow of the last Chimera War.

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A Modern Adobe Farmhouse Home in Marfa — House Tour

Name: Ginger Griffice and Chick Rabourn Location: Marfa, Texas Size: 1,200 square feet Years lived in: 2 years, owned

If you ask people what the town of Marfa, Texas is all about, you'll hear a variety of different narratives describing this small, rural cultural curiosity: It's an old place that is having new life breathed into it; It's a dying town that's being reborn as a cultural center. It's hip...it's dried up. But if you ask Ginger Griffice and Chick Rabourn what Marfa means to them, they'll tell you it means home. Like many of the "expats" that move to Marfa from elsewhere in the country, Ginger and Chick quickly found that it was a place where the pace was slower, where they had the space to create, and that they could not only pursue their own personal goals and dreams, but also integrate themselves into a thriving community of artists. Their adobe house, which is both firmly grounded in Texas' indigenous architectural history and in Marfa's modernity, is a perfect example of Marfa's many contradictions...and of its many charms.

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from Apartment Therapy | Saving the world, one room at a time http://bit.ly/2D6bsTz

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The Griffic Wars are how we wound up with a border between Mortalside and Otherside. Some of the weaponry used in that battle made the surrounding area so inhospitable they had to seal it off, or risk poisoning all magic. The residues were nearly all cleaned up about the time the Wall fell. Now how knows where we're at XD

Settle down, Worldbuilding Wednesday, care for a drink?

And, I have returned from an unfortunate break! Sorry, life was just a little too busy, but I'll see what I can come up with now:

What single battle, fight, or general incident where a rivalry or conflict was brought to an end had the greatest impact on your World? Why did it turn out that way, how did the parties involved react to it, and what was the world like after that event?

Tagging @moonlitinks , @worldbuildingwedasks , @athenswrites , @lividdreamz , and whoever sees this!

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A Modern Adobe Farmhouse Home in Marfa — House Tour

A Modern Adobe Farmhouse Home in Marfa — House Tour

Name: Ginger Griffice and Chick Rabourn Location: Marfa, Texas Size: 1,200 square feet Years lived in: 2 years, owned

If you ask people what the town of Marfa, Texas is all about, you’ll hear a variety of different narratives describing this small, rural cultural curiosity: It’s an old place that is having new life breathed into it; It’s a dying town that’s being reborn as a cultural center. It’s…

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(Dandy’s World Red Rock) Official In-Universe Song!

What band AU would we be without original music? That’s why me and @unheardspore made this song for Shelly and Shrimpo to sing!

You can also listen to the full song on TikTok [HERE] and YouTube [HERE] Supportting the posts there also mean a lot, alright enjoy the show!

+Bonus practice animatic/animation including some moots’ OCs