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vabam-fr · 17 days ago

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FR Username/Numbers: Vabam #450994

Basic Clan Lore: An amalgamation of dragons willing enough to ally themselves to scholarly pursuits, the Rotting Woods is a deceptive name. The bulk of the clan digs beneath Arcane and Plague territories, studying how the pulsating magic intermingles and mutates the landscape. The Matriarch of the clan, Akeldama, abides the curiosity of one overly curious fae that leads the scholarly expedition. But the deeper the dig goes, the more history the clan uncovers. Freezing water and gemstone caverns meet the clan at unfortunate turns. Scholars and lair dwellers alike fall into freezing temperatures, crushing their bodies against jagged rocks. Gaolers that have patrolled the caverns for centuries are disturbed to find bodies so close to the prisons. Not all deaths were natural… Reluctantly, the gaolers seek aide from the burrowing clan with hopes to contain the Emperors that plot their return to the surface of Sornieth.

Plans For Dragon:

OKKAYYYYYY man i love the idea of the tattoos!!! and coincidentally I didn't draw her with any face paint either! (i tried getting a sketch done during my off hours orz) (fat dragons FTW!!!)

This is my "early years" concept for her, nearly fresh out on her own. I ALSO had the Alchemist tools in this outfit scry. The idea of using vials to upkeep her leg mechanics ... sharing that plague-brain cell...

• I imagine a lot of her studying pays off making her a sound tactician. While she's not the most proficient on her own, she learned from watching her sisters how to best utilize other people's strengths. (As she gets older though, she figures out how to make use of her tinkering and inventions for harvesting. Maybe she even has secondary, cleaver-metal weapons, like the Plague swords, in her case.) (Although im a huge sucker for a meat hook x) ..)

• I was also thinking about her becoming really proficient tinker-er, since she has to upkeep her prosthesis, as mentioned above! The vials help with the mechanical moving aspect (much akin to lightning robotics) but it also helps curb the ghost pains while using the rusty appendages. On good days, the prosthesis feels like a simple extention of herself. On bad days she has to take her rusty leg off entirely, spending the day to rest.

•• I already have thoughts about how the Godfall went for Riot! Most of it are rough first draft ideas, but I have a dragon planned (a lightning dragon named Ion) that opposes Riot for her strategizing, and thus causing the loss of her leg and tail half. (Mostly being crushed under Encore himself, close to the end of the hunt.) (She also gets a sick af face scar from the whole ordeal, but everyone just remembers the limb loss..)

• Her scholarly nature fits really naturally with my clan! I think her experience with the Godfall (and perhaps future returns to the event) makes her a very suitable strategist for handling the under-dwelling Emperors my clan frequently interfaces with later in the clan lore.

•• One of the emperors, Benzaiten, is very sound of mind, due to her own worship of the Stormcatcher (and various rituals that are preformed to keep her calm.) Riot meets Ion again while meeting Benzaiten, and they clash heads. They get under each other's skin often, but they try to agree to disagree on things for the sake of their respective clerical duties. Ion is there to help with the ritual calming and containment of Benzaiten, while Riot learns more about the other emperors being kept in the prisons. Benzaiten is pretty benevolent in this regard, and she refers to emperors as fallen gods or spirits.

• On that note, I think Riot's Deity-charge is the Plaguebringer, despite the internal conflict and peace it might grant her. She sees the loss of her leg and tail end in a more positive leaning light because of her dedication to the Plaguebringer -- despite, at first, being very bitter about being stuck with the caravan while her sisters ventured off.

•• My headcanon is that while waiting for her father to finish making her prosthetics, she works herself up from all the emotions she suppressed as a child, on top of the frustration she feels being "left behind" / "last out" despite knowing her purpose before her sisters. In consequence, she becomes sick with a fever, and has a spiritual moment communing with the Plaguebringer, which grants Riot insight where her journey will lead her next.

• She brings a very cerebral element to the "survival" dogma of Plague. Her intellect and care make her a force to be reckoned with when she sees needless cruelty. Oftentimes, the cruelty is a waste of energy or resources, but most of all, it simply gets under her skin. While she might not always kill the offenders outright, some dragons say she looks the most like her parents when she's angered (she's figured out how to make your life a living hell before anyone knows she's caught wind of it. The offenders just might disappear under mysterious circumstances....)

An "older" version of Riot! ( I think the glowing bit of her leg prosthesis changes color depending on the magic in the vial she uses!) (This scry also uses the underbelly gene, for color balancing reasons. I might keep her tertiary as is, if i can find / make a decent uma for her!)

I think she keeps up to date with her sisters quite often, sharing her tinkering ideas, as well as being the most familiar with the technology behind the cleavers outside of their father. If there was anyone to figure it out, it would be Riot!

Additionally, the caring and cerebral element of worshiping the Plaguebringer means she's very attuned to the concept of community and sharing. ( "When all you've got is nothing, There's a lot to go around!" )

She's better at holding her own in a fight, but since then, she's established her own "hunting corps" (Which is named The Hunting Corpse, as a gag). The Hunting Corpse was suggested by a team member, thinking it was a clever pun, since they "hunt corpses." From an exterior perspective, the rattling bones that hang from their bodies as prizes sound like one large, rattling beast on the move. The corps become a huge boon to the clan via trading and coin for the scavenged material they gather from their hunts. The "rustworn zealot" title happens during this time-period, since she dedicates the hunts to the Plageumother, and they often have ritual music to play before they embark and during the hunt. (Plague drums and chanting anyone?)

Other trivia/headcanons:

• She wears a lot of bone jewelry, both in reverence of the Plaguebringer and her aesthetics, it's very melodic to Riot. The jewelry are often trophies from Godfalls she was specifically part of, or other impressive spirits they felled.

• She has a very in depth understanding of Plague fauna and flora, which makes her the clan's go-to for beastclan knowledge. Incidentally falling into a political role between the dragonclan and beastclan relations.

• She definitely uses the Godfalls as a way of promoting the Hunting Corpse as a sellsword business when theyre away from the clan. Lots of mouths to feed, and skills to hone. For Riot, the corps reminds her of the caravan, and finds the traveling to be very nostalgic and freeing

Post-Godfall lore drop

RAAAHHH I love all of the Godfall lore so much!!! I'd love to bring that lore into my clan with Riot at the helm!!! All the ideas tinkering around in my head, I have nearly a full crisp picture of the dragons within The Hunting Corpse, amd the shenanigans that ensue.

I think Riot would form the Hunting Corpse as preparation for any eventual Emperors that would break out from underneath my clan. Theyre not as large as Luminax, since most excess heads or appendages have been stripped in an effort to control and contain them, but I think Riot would secretly hope they broke out, just at the chance of taking one down and harvesting the magic that keeps them pieced together.

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I liiieed i already have dragons that i think would be great to use for the Hunting Corpse...

The Arcane skydancer, Odeta, would be a perfect Witness for the group (skydancers are canonically predisposed to sensing energy too!) And I was mulling over a geneplan foe the banescale, Huntsman, but she would be great as a Wind - Bane Torchbearer! Varg, the mirror, is covered in seemingly bottomless bags for Needling! Just to name a few

Intended Payment: perhaps.. art? i'd love an opportunity to draw pig, or any of your dragons! im very much good at drawing humanoids. perhaps a humanoid pig? yes.. yes a humanoid pig art would be very fun...

PIGLET APPLICATION #03 RIOT THE RUSTWORN ZEALOT.

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:

These Piglets are for lore clans with a tumblr presence (sideblog, FR posting on mainblogs, etc you simply have to be a lore clan who engages with the community here on tumblr.)

Other players with their siblings (and myself with their parents) will be not only welcome to but encouraged to write interclan letters/in character messages to their siblings, and you'll have to be okay with everything that comes with that (On-Site DMs, the potential of a message going unanswered/etc) I would also appreciate if you ping me for the stuff you do with them because I want to see what they get up to <3

If you win one of the siblings, please refrain from applying for another, this is so everyone interested gets an opportunity and a fair shake at taking one of the girls home!

If you're the selected winner, the dragon is yours to do what you please with! (Regene, change species, rename, change gender identities/pronoun preferences, etc) I ask only that you have a lore/character reason for breed or name changes, as they'll be connected to a wider group of dragons that would need to know these things (What kind of dragon their sibling has become, What to call them in letters, etc) and if you can keep them a modern breed so they can keep their cleavers, well that'd just be nice for their old man Pig.

Please honor the basic lore of the dragon you win, you're welcome to rewrite/reinterpret the lore they arrive with, but please don't eliminate that history entirely, since they'll be interwoven with other clans/players!

[and a big thank you to Khadjin for reminding me I never mentioned this yet!] my lore deviates pretty substantially from site lore. however every aspect can be explained within the context of the site, please don't feel like you have to adopt my headcanons to participate in these!- my "Lesser Gods" are nothing more than magically afflicted/overcharged spirits or magically mutated dragons created in a reactor explosion somewhere in Lightning and some timeloop silliness, and the 'Gaps' are highly concentrated leylines caused by this incident. the eleven gods of sornieth remain the only true gods in my lore much like the site on the whole!- the Piglets and their parents simply lived under the affliction of spirits, cults, and mutated dragons and contextualized them as "Gods" the very same way we create urban myth/legends. While they would know of The Host and the Gaps because of the direct effect both have had on their parents, they are not required to have continued to believe in them as "Higher beings" and can have learned in their time away from their family that these things are likely, little more than the arcane gone haywire.

BLANK APPLICATION

Please copy/paste and fill this out in a Reblog here on tumblr or send it to me through my submit box here so I can keep track of things on a per-dragon basis for the course of the 48-hours each application will be active!

FR Username/Numbers: Basic Clan Lore: (just a general description of the lore/area of your clan you intend to place this hatchling in!) Plans For Dragon: (A little description of any of your ideas, headcanons, story beats, etc you're thinking of for the dragon you're applying for! This can be anything you've got in mind, scries, outfits, etc, feel free to go as big or as little as you want, I wanna see what's going on in your head!) Intended Payment: (These dragons will be PWYW, but I need everyone to acknowledge they're not free, so whatever you're planning on paying/trading for them, even if you change your mind when the time comes, stick something here.)

RINGLEADER'S HEADCANONS

These are just some smaller lore bits and pieces you're welcome to use or disregard for each child, things that I couldn't fit into the bios in a way that made sense. much like the example outfit photo up-top, this is for fun or stuff to help get ideas flowing, if you're stuck!

Riot is almost completely magically null, and her prosthetics run on the magic she harvests from her prey, or from the larger pockets of it around Sornieth. When she left home, Pig and Sow ensured she had enough filled cores to keep her leg and tail functioning for a few months, as they are both well aware she was already not exactly the most capable combatant.

While her relationship with her sisters is somewhat strained after an early life being spent teased for being "unlucky" they've all grown beyond this, and Riot doesn't hold it against them- she's the only one to lose something important in their Godfall, after all.

A scholar at her core, Riot is a seeker of intelligence as much as she is of her charge, flourishing in the pursuit of knowledge of all forms, she has a functional awareness of most everything, from invention to incantation, and is always seeking more alongside the "God" her charge calls her to.

While some of her siblings have chosen to paint their faces in honor of their parents, Riot instead wears her family loyalty through tattoos imbued with magic- the blood constantly staining her parents' claws and tail marked into scales as a glowing grasp on her three remaining feet.

THIS APPLICATION IS OPEN FROM 3:30 PM DECEMBER 6TH, 2024, TO 3:30 PM DECEMBER 8TH, 2024. REBLOGS AFTER THIS TIME WILL BE DISQUALIFIED FROM THE RUNNING.

And here's the pinglist! (Starting to think maybe you can only ping so many people at once?)

@hor-wod-flir @harpyartisan @fuiran @terra-tortoise @bawkrya @pocketmouse-fr @spongyspingy-rising @avalonianrising @clansunsharp @khadjin-fr

#nobody move #rubbing my hands like a fly #just had the mental image of the hubying corpse rolling through a different clan like a katamari ball ...#HUNTING*#i would add Mistral to the bane but i love fans..#piglet: riot #fr piglets

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avcdgrdn · 3 months ago

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── .✦ [ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part five ]

[ part one ] & [ part two ] & [ part three ] & [ part four ]

mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader

tags: fluff, sfw, a bit of suggestive talk

word count: 2029

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the serene atmosphere of your sunlit bedroom was suddenly disturbed as you jolted up in bed with a gasp.

heart racing and head spinning, you sat there, stunned.

was it … just a dream?

your brow furrowed as you looked up and around the familiar space. there was your bookshelf, your desk, your chair … oh.

you rubbed your eyes to do a double take at your chair. sure enough, atop it laid the two-piece outfit you had worn out with stanley last night.

slowly, a wide grin spread across your face. as you began to get out of bed and prepare yourself for the day, memories came back to you one by one.

let’s see, then … when we got back here, we had that conversation in the car. i remember being really sleepy, and kind of stumbling into the inn.

you wandered into your bathroom, splashing your face with cold water.

then, we parted ways. he practically skipped away to his room.

the faucet ran as you laughed softly to yourself. a certain warmth filled your chest, spreading throughout your body: an uncontrollable joy.

who would’ve guessed? me, in love … i’m so happy.

suddenly, everything was peaches, unicorns, and rainbows. you felt as if the butterflies in your stomach were throwing a wild dance party, and all the world was invited. ecstatic, you danced around your room, putting on day clothes and taking extra care as you groomed yourself. yes, this called for three extra spritzes of your favorite fragrance. absolutely, it required your nicest jewelry. after all, you were on a serotonin high, and you never wanted to come down—the person that you love loves you back!

as you made your way out into the hallway, a part of you was tempted to slide down the staircase like mary poppins, but you quickly decided against it as you recalled your lack of magical gravity-altering powers. instead, you settled for a regular-paced descent, walking down both sets of stairs until you came out into the lobby.

you waved to one of your employees at the front desk. “good morning!”

“ah, good morning, boss. you sound cheery today. did something good happen?”

“wellll, yeahhh, you could say that …” you beamed, covering your mouth like a child with an innocent secret.

the worker laughed, shaking his head. “i won’t pry, although i do have a guess as to what it is. you’re all set to take your shift, by the way.” he walked out from the desk, and you took his place, watching as he disappeared to go on break.

just then, a hand touched your shoulder.

“boo.”

you jumped, whipping around to the source of the voice. a smug stanley stood beside you, laughing at the reaction he’d managed from you.

“haha! hey, don’t be scared, toots. ‘s just me.” he winked, giving you a small squeeze before letting his arm fall down to his side. “ya look cute t’day.”

“you look pretty nice yourself.” you hummed, giving him a quick once-over. that earned a small blush from stan, who stammered as he attempted to think of a comeback.

“oh—oh yeah? well you—uh … ahh, i got nothin’.” he grinned sheepishly, pleasantly surprised at the way you were matching his energy.

at that moment, the little entrance bell rung as the front door swung open. a new guest had entered the building. recognizing this, stan took his cue to back away and let you do your job.

the stranger approached the front desk, and you offered him a smile. “welcome to the inn! just a room for one today?”

the stranger, who appeared to be tall and blond, stared at you with piercing blue eyes. “yes … that was the plan. but i must say, you’re a charming little doll. you might just make it a room for two.”

you were taken aback. “sir—”

“hey, can you blame me? i’m in town for a tour, and i’m awfully bored … why don’t you humor me?”

*SLAM*

stanley’s rough hand hit the desk surface with force as he positioned himself between the stranger and yourself.

“you got a problem?”

his threatening words rumbled lowly, striking through the air like thunder.

“what’s it to you, lowlife raccoon? do you really think you’re scaring anyone with that attitude?”

the bulkier man growled, his eye twitching. “you wanna take this outside, punk?”

“yes, let’s. i’d hate for your little crush here to watch you get hurt.”

immediately, alarm bells went off in your head. “wait, what—”

stan began to walk towards the back door with the troublemaker. shooting a glance back at you, he mouthed ‘don’t worry’ before closing the door behind him. of course, that only made you worry twice as much.

a part of you longed to follow them and make sure nothing bad happened, but you knew that you couldn’t just abandon the desk during your shift. an anxious breath escaped from your lips as you craned your neck to try and see if you could catch a glance of them through the window.

mere seconds later, there was a distant crash. you startled, quickly running over to the back door and opening it to look for the two men. much to your relief, stanley came walking back over to you from around the corner, completely unscathed.

“guy ran off all scared after i knocked his tooth out. said sumthin’ about his ‘career being ruined’. tch, what a wuss.” he rolled his eyes, sliding his arm around your waist and walking you back towards the front desk. “sorry he said that stuff to ya. i took care of it, though, yeah?”

you flushed a shade of red at his arm around you and his close proximity. “y–yes. thank you, stan.”

the brunet puffed up with pride. “anytime, angel. if somebody tries anything like that again, y’ come get me. i’ll take care of you.”

looking this way and that, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek before grabbing his car keys and walking towards the front door. “i gotta thing to do. see ya later, gator.”

you stood frozen in place, processing what had just happened. explosions were going off in your brain, and stan chuckled to himself as he left the inn.

some time passed, and it was finally your lunch break. you’d been thoroughly distracted all morning by the way stanley had been acting towards you.

he’s so … clingy. ugh, i miss him already.

his hair is so pretty … and his eyes … and that stubble …

you were slowly being pulled into daydream land—but the rumbling of your stomach snapped you out of it.

“urgh. time to eat.” you mumbled to yourself, making your way to your room. there were some leftovers in the fridge that were practically calling your name.

after retrieving the box of food and a clean fork, you turned around to return to the lobby, but stopped in your tracks upon seeing someone standing in the doorway.

“heya, toots!” stan beamed, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. “yer never gonna believe what just happened.”

this was the most excited and happy you’d ever seen him. intrigued, you set down your leftovers on the table, giving him your full attention. “what is it?”

“i just landed a security guard gig for the theater down the street. they figured out i could throw a punch or two, an’ offered to pay me full-time to keep troublemakers away from their shows!”

your eyes widened as you realized what this meant. “then … that means …”

“i can stick around n’ actually have a chance at making the green i need!” grinning, he threw his arms around you. “i’ll stop takin’ up space here, n’ get a place for us—i mean, me—i mean—”

you laughed, squeezing him tightly and resting your head on his shoulder. “stan, i am so proud of you!”

hearing those words did something inside of him. his whole body tensed, then relaxed, overwhelmed with emotion. “you … you are?”

“of course! i love you too much to feel any other way, y’know.”

tears stung at his vision, and he hastily rubbed them away with his sleeve. “... heh, thank you.”

stepping back to look him in the eye, you rested both hands on top of his shoulders. “when you first got here … i could tell how unhappy you were. i hated seeing you like that.” you moved one hand to brush some hair out of his face. “and now look at you. you’ve come so far.”

stan melted into your touch, leaning his face into the palm of your hand without thinking. “yeah, i … i guess i have come a ways, huh?” he sighed, a tender smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “honestly, you were the one who caused it. ‘f it weren’t for all your help, i … i’d prob’ly be in an even darker place than i was before.” turning his head, he kissed the inside of your palm. “thank you.”

you blushed, your whole body warm with happiness, gratitude, and excitement. “well, i couldn’t just ignore you.” you pulled him into another embrace, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “stanley, you’ve captivated me, mind, heart, and soul.”

he hummed lowly, pushing your hair back to press another kiss to your forehead. “you did the same thing to me. i … just can’t stop thinkin’ about you.” he pulled his head back to gaze at you lovingly. “... ‘bout how lucky i got to find you.. my angel.”

“i love you.”

“heh– not more than i do, toots.”

“no proof.”

you were just inches away from a second-ever kiss when a knock on the door rudely interrupted, causing the two of you to jump away from each other and stare as it began to open.

“oh sh–” stan slapped his hand over his mouth, diving behind the sofa to hide. all you could do was stand there as normally as you possibly could, pretending like nothing important had been previously happening.

“uh … was there someone else in here, too?”

it was your coworker from earlier that day.

“NOPE! nobody. just me. why would you think that?”

he narrowed his eyes. “right … you know it’s your property, it’s okay if there was someone.” shaking his head, he remembered his initial purpose. “anyway, i just wanted to come find you to see if you wanted to go out to lunch with me and liz.”

“oh. well, uh …”

“... it would also be a nice opportunity to tell us about any … juicy secrets?”

you snickered, shaking your head fondly. “well, fine. i’ll tag along, then—with a plus one.”

“I KNEW IT! —i mean, uh, cool, good deal. we’re meeting in the lobby in ten.”

“i’ll be there.” you waved goodbye as he shut the door, and stan reappeared from behind the couch. the two of you simply exchanged looks, and started laughing.

so, you had a lovely lunch outing with two of your co-workers and a rather nervous stanley. he was surprisingly shy for the intimidating big-guy persona that he gave off, which was adorable. it didn’t take long for him to earn the approval of the others—they were both moved to tears after listening to his life story. jeff, the male of the two, kept complaining about how it wasn’t fair that you had such a good man just suddenly show up on your doorstep, whereas liz warned stan that if he ever hurt you he would have to deal with her. all in all, the whole group had a great time.

presently, you were sorting through a mail delivery that had come for the inn, making different piles for guests and employees who had received letters and other packages.

it was just then that something caught your eye.

it was a postcard … addressed to stan.

huh … i wonder what this could be about?

you stifled your curiosities and stopped yourself from reading his mail, and instead chose to slip it underneath his door.

oh, well. i’m sure it’s nothing important.

… right?

end

author's note:

*holds stanley so gently in the palm of my hand*

love this guy ... what a guy

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