#ooc tumbler town posts

[vaporeon2010317]

Aruna vs. Auryn

@sirlordevil @deadless-corpse @sagehyperfixates

[vaporeon2010317]

Hopefully, the first one ends up being Mathew in the Tumbler Town role-play.

@tweektweako

[vaporeon2010317]

Ok, who would be willing to draw Aruna in a Matilda costume?/half-joking/not-forcing

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[whitherwanderer]

19 // worship

Chased by a storm, a wanderer lands on the doorstep of an unfamiliar inn and tavern on the edge of an unfamiliar town, where the scent of rain in the pines fills the night air with late summer’s scent and pulls the weary indoors in search of solace. A stormy night means a thin crowd but quiet work for the barkeep, and for the wanderer, it means a guaranteed place by the fireside to dry a wet cloak and enjoy a drink.

As the rain catches up, it raps against the windows of the tavern with a fury, and the barkeep pauses his sweeping to glance at the road. The wanderer watches over the rim of a tankard as the man hobbles across the hardwood and back to the bar, retrieving a crystal tumbler to place before an empty stool. His hand hovers as he turns to his stock of liquors and spirits, and he carefully selects a good brandy—no, no, his hand moves, and he chooses the good whiskey with finality before uncorking it and pouring a finger into the glass for this patron that had yet to arrive.

For those who said their prayers to a pantheon whose wiles were wicked as they were wondrous, the meaning of the gesture would be lost. But for those of an older faith who yet clung to talismans and did their rituals by the light of the moon, this is an act of prayer, too: a quiet appeal to the spirits, saints, and devils of a nearly forgotten time. The wanderer knows this, and says nothing.

The storm rages on, battering the windows as the low rumbles of thunder cause the very walls to shudder, but inside the tavern is still quiet, and the local patrons say their farewells to the barkeep before they hurry to their homes. The fire happily licks at new, dry wood added to the prye, and the wanderer nearly finds peace in sleep against the cracked, old leather of a comfortable chair when the door creaks open and blows the smell of pine into the tavern.

A cloaked figure stands in the doorway, hooded and dripping, until the barkeep beckons this newcomer in, offering to take their bow, their quiver, their cloak, greeting them like an old friend. Please, come sit. Warm yourself by the fire, he insists, and the newly arrived obliges with a song-like acceptance that draws the ear of the wanderer.

She removes her cloak and hangs it by the fire with the wanderer’s while the barkeep leaves to fetch more wood, and she takes the spot at the bar where the tumbler waits. Without hesitation, she brings it to her lips and smells the liquor within before she quaffs it, sighing as she sets the tumbler back down.

The wanderer cannot help but chuckle a warning that she should know better than to drink from a glass that was meant for another. It’s bad luck. But as she turns, her eyes shimmer with the firelight, and she grins the crooked grin of thieves and miscreants. She asks who it’s for, if not for her, and the wanderer gestures to the rain at the window with an arm.

Lady Sifhalla, saint of travelers, revelers, and barkeeps, of course. And she had just drunk the old barkeep’s offering to her. Again, the woman grins, a challenge on her lips. This stranger believes in old myths? The wanderer shrugs. The barkeep does, and that’s good enough reason to repay him for the whiskey, isn’t it?

She nods in agreement. He’ll be repaid alright, she promises, then joins the wanderer by the fire. She wonders aloud what kind of stranger cares for such old rituals. What sort of wanderer pays their respects to the forgotten gods and spirits?

The wanderer brings both hands together, one bound in scrap cloth. A ginger touch against the shortened end of a finger draws a fool’s gold eye. To this, she nods. She knows a weary wanderer when she sees one. Time to go home, ain’t it?

The wanderer hesitates, then nods, and the woman does too.

Waking with the barkeep’s hand and the dying fire, the wanderer is ushered to bed with no memory of when the woman had left.

The next night, the barkeep is busy tending to full tables, raucous and rowdy. The barkeep seems pleased—no tumbler is left out on the bar this night as the wanderer bids him farewell.

Crossroads lie under a moonless night. The wanderer pauses there at the base of a waymarker, waiting. Listening.

A voice sings a solemn tune in the west, and a glint of lantern light appears on the pathway. A woman with fool’s gold eyes and a crooked grin beckons with one hand, and holds a lantern in the other.

Home's awaitin', she says.

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OOC Notes: AU day! Wanted to write some deity AU shit. Not 100% pleased with this but it's getting posted anywayyyy.

[vaporeon2010317]

So, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, here's the official design for the Shadow World counterpart of Memiri, aka the Owner of the Windchime Bowling Alley and Arcade herself!

I'm really happy with this, despite my more cartoonish art style

@the-belle-siblings @sirlordevil @deadless-corpse @boredgoon @evilassistantbutnotmean @sagehyperfixates

What do you guys think?

[vaporeon2010317]

Sir and Sunny with their 3 adopted kiddos.

@sirlordevil @deadless-corpse

[vaporeon2010317]

Screw it. Ask me anything is initiated for my Tumbler Town characters. Please specify which character you want to answer and be appropriate.

[vaporeon2010317]

The first of the new art series!

Drawing Tumbler Gimmick Blogs as Tumbler Town role-play characters!

1st up is the wonderful @moody-noir-saxophone aka Tumbler's own Saxophone player!

The former band kid vibes are intentional, sorry that it's uncolored.

What do people think?

[vaporeon2010317]

Is it weird that I hc that when Sage (the character obvi) gets like really mad, she gets little fangs? Like she’s goin a little feral? Would Cit.Vaporeon be into that?

...

I'm not sure...

[vaporeon2010317]

Ooc : Here's mine and two of my characters.

Mine : Nebaeus

Aruna (using Sunny and Sir instead) : Narichir

Memiri (using her cousins because we don't know her parents' names) : Rillmira

YOUR DRAGON NAME

last two letters of your first name

middle two letters of your last name

first two letters of your mother’s name

last letter of your father’s name

mine would be Urlelan. Reblog and tag this with yours!

[vaporeon2010317]

Main universe Ivan meeting Shadow World Ivan be like :

@the-belle-siblings

[vaporeon2010317]

Shadow World au lore I told a Discord friend.

So, there was at one point a time where things were happy in that world, before everything went bad, back when everyone was alive and happy. The bestie trio were happy, and Chad and Noir got to live a happy life with the 3 kiddos. But when Ivan started planning back when he was known as "Terra", well... things took a turn for the worst... Ivan orchestrated an attack on Noir, Assistant, and Goon, killing all 3 of them. Aruna and Bennett were both kidnapped by Ivan once again, and things got dark. Everyone around was dieing in horrible, torturous ways, and Chad was broken... he lost everything. His oldest kid was dead along with his boyfriend and his other kids were taken again. He lost everything, and he would become known from that horrible day on as the persona of Eclipse. Eclipse wasn't the only one affected. Far from it. Assistant and Goon's best friend, who went by her username, Vaporeon, couldn't believe what was happening around her. Both her best friends. Dead. She had lost who she was. But she didn't have time to grieve. Everything changed. Ivan took power and became the awful dictator of Tumblr Town. Vaporeon had to leave all her morals in the dirt to survive. She took what she could, and was able to find help in Eclipse. She had managed to steal a few magic items. But it couldn't prepare her. She found herself hunted, the prey for the local shapshifter...

But that didn't stop her. It was a tough battle, especially since Eclipse was off trying to save somebody; a rare thing that barely happened anymore. She was able to fight off the attacker, stabing the shapshifted dragon, ending the creature, which returned to it's normal form upon death. She looted the scales, which created her eventual armor. After that encounter and others, She eventually became known as Shadow Vaporeon...

Eclipse had saved a new ally : A scientist of certain illegal substances and gasses, known as Dr. Mella Tone Anne. A lot of searching later led to a shocking discovery. The very sibling of Ivan, his own younger sister, Misra Belle, was working as a vigilante of this now dystopian city... S.V. and Eclipse cautiously became allys with Misra, and now, the group of 4 are working to take Ivan down, once and for all. Secretly known as The Syndicate of Shadows.

[vaporeon2010317]

I wish we had more art for the role-play so we could make edits like these. (I could see a Sunset ship edit with this audio)

[vaporeon2010317]

FOUND IT!

[vaporeon2010317]

Why am I hearing this as Aruna talking to Sir? Why?

@sirlordevil

Can someone explain why this is how I hear the audio in the vid? Anyone?

[vaporeon2010317]

So, is it alright if I start listing a really strange Head-cannon chain that involves the Tumbler Town role-play?