#world of loam

[teslacoil-wizard]

A character from the far reaches of Loam's timeline, when magic is starting to rip apart the fabric of reality past a stable point. The Traveller is basically a magic stoner who spends most of their time 'expanding their mind' by smoking reality threads, a common psychedelic that is, literally, threads pulled from the fabric of reality.

The traveller doesn't have preferred pronouns, they make you guess. A common presentation of nonbinary identity in the age of Magic.

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

Is there any particular reason it's called Loam? Where did the name come from?

Maybe a bit of a boring answer but I just wanted a word relating to dirt (because a lot of words for earth come from words for soil) and liked the sound of loam lol

Loam is mostly a Doylist name for the planet too. The project spans such a wide time frame with the rise and fall of a lot of civilizations, not to mention an apocalypse event, that there have been countless names given to the planet by its inhabitants. Loam is just what I call it, not necessarily what the people would call it

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

A Botanical Daughter

historical fantasy

a taxidermist and botanist who live in a greenhouse in a botanical garden, far away from the disapproval of Victorian London

when they receive a shipment of a strange sentient fungi, they cultivate it inside a corpse of a recently murdered girl - who was the best friend/lover of their new housekeeper

as she grows and expands her desires they have to deal with their feelings about the potential monster they’ve created

[skullhaver]

B A S I C S :

Full Name: Atlas "Loam" Angra

Pronouns: They/them

Gender: Nonbinary; "gender is not a high priority to me" subtype

Sexuality: Bisexual

D E T A I L S :

Birthplace: The village of Angra in the marshy region of Pantalpan

Age: 28

Species: Half-orc, half-human

Job(s): Ranger. For several years, Loam was a wayfinder working with a small company of adventurers that escorted travellers between the big city of Akara and various towns and villages in Pantalpan. Twice, they even made the transit through the southern jungles to glimpse the isolated city of Cere! They called themselves Expeditious Expeditions.

Family: Loam comes from a happy, blended family. Their mom (Naghat 55F) is an orc and their dad (Andreas 50M) is a human. Naghat's former partner passed away; from her previous relationship Loam has two full-orc half-siblings (Makhel 35F and Ushat 33NB). They also have a half-human full-sibling (Orion 30M).

Alignment: Chaotic good

Phobias: Slight fear of heights

Guilty Pleasures: Generally speaking, Loam doesn't feel guilty about the things that they enjoy, but they can get a little shy about their sheer enthusiasm for ice cream. It's a big city treat that's a bit hard to come by in their more rural home region.

Hobbies: Loam likes to keep moving and likes friendly competitions, so they can easily be recruited into trying any sport. This could be as casual and low-impact as kicking around a hacky sack or as full-contact as fantasy rugby, which I imagine they'd adore. They're also a huge fan of the traditional orc art form of scripted, theatrical wrestling (see: professional wrestling) which is not widely enjoyed outside of their home region. They're always keen to introduce new people to its epic highs and lows.

T H I S - O R - T H A T :

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved / in-between

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in-between

hard-working / lazy / depends on the task

O T H E R :

Animal: Giant anteater, for their animal companion Fernanda! 

Color: Rich red soil

Song: Feelin' Good as sung by the legendary Nina Simone. Nina's voice is something like how I imagine Loam's: low, mellow and warm, with moments of rough gravel.

Number: 6, for the members of their bio-family and the members of Expeditious Expeditions.

Day or Night: Day

Plant: Jenipapo, a gorgeous tree that grows in clay soils in the tropical flooded forest where Loam grew up. The small yellow fruits are versatile: unripe, they can be used as pigment for paint, tattoos and for insect repellent. When ripe, they have a pear-like flavor and are often made into preserves (or ice cream👀).

Smell: Dirt, baybee. All manner of musky, earthy smells.

Gemstone: Loam is broadly opposed to mineral extraction, so if you made them pick a "gemstone" they'd probably say freshwater pearls.

Season: Dry season (has never lived in a four-season climate).

Place: Breaking camp on a fair-weather morning in the serrado. That fluttery, excited feeling of a journey ahead.

Food: High-protein diet with a lot of meat and beans.

Drink: Honestly water?? Loam has big "person who always has a water bottle on them" vibes. But also, growing up in a predominantly orc village, they do go hard on the alcohol when it's time to party. Sugarcane hard liquors like rum and cachaça would be their go-tos.

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius vibes

Element: Earth

[grubloved]

loam and scobys

[livingecho]

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ tag dump / verses ...

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ beyond which there is no god nor devil : only the consequences of actions ❜⎜❲ v . main .❳ 

𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ speak only when spoken to ❜⎜❲ v . before the death of beau .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am a descendant of the tribe that was banished to the twilight realm ! ❜⎜❲ v . twilight teacher .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ the only real crime is betraying someone who trusted you ❜⎜❲ v . warrior .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛  i would have given my soul to spare you this world ⅋ its loam ❜⎜❲ v . commoner .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ but heaven knows im miserable now ❜⎜❲ v . historical .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am falling . i am fading .  i am drowning help me to breathe … ❜⎜❲ v . modern .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ flesh ⅋ bone by the telephone . lift up the receiver ; I'll make you a believer .  ❜⎜❲ v . jojo .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ stubborness is my guiding star second only to my sense of duty . ❜⎜❲ his. red russian .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ an angel is a nightmare . their purpose is to instill primal & oppressive horror . ❜⎜❲ his. white russian .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ every great one loses it’s child & then yearns for a surrogate . ❜⎜❲ v. bloodborne .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ ph'nglui mglw'nafh cthulhu r'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn . ❜⎜❲ v. d&d .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ that is not dead which can eternal lie & with strange aeons even death may die ... ❜⎜❲ v. bg3 .❳

[philoldendronindoor]

Allamanda plant

[philodendronleaves]

Allamanda plant

[phildendron]

Allamanda plant

[philodendronplant]

Allamanda plant

[livingecho-arch]

tag dump cause tag replacer can't find some of my tags rip

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ you still want it … the inner sanctity ⅋ its an evil but the evil is necessary . ❜⎜❲ ic .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ must be exhausting always rooting for the anti - hero. ❜⎜❲ answered .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ mirror mirror on the wall i see you ⅋ my skin crawls  ❜⎜❲ visage .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ did you hear my covert narcissism i disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman ? ❜⎜❲ about .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i don't wanna feel tell me ; that im perfect ⸺ just the way i am ! ❜⎜❲ muse .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ darlin’ darlin’ doesn't have a problem lyin’ to herself cause her liquor's top shelf  ❜⎜❲ aes .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ but i am in the twilight . ❜⎜❲ dash game .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ you feelings ⅋ mine are all holy but … ❜⎜❲ dash com .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am creation : both haunted ⅋ holy . made in glory ! ❜⎜❲ music .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ but i will trust the artist molding me ❜⎜❲ clothing .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ 🦑squidtime 🦑 ❜⎜❲ crack .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i feel you on my fingertips . my tongue dances behind my lips for you ❜⎜❲ desires .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i know i know i know i know my love can be  …  the killing kind . ❜⎜❲ smut .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ can’t you see ? your world’s a fantasy ! ❜⎜❲ one liner .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ beyond which there is no god nor devil : only the consequences of actions ❜⎜❲ v . main .❳ 

𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ speak only when spoken to ❜⎜❲ v . before the death of beau .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am a descendant of the tribe that was banished to the twilight realm ! ❜⎜❲ v . twilight teacher .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ the only real crime is betraying someone who trusted you ❜⎜❲ v . warrior .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛  i would have given my soul to spare you this world ⅋ its loam ❜⎜❲ v . commoner .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ but heaven knows im miserable now ❜⎜❲ v . historical .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am falling . i am fading .  i am drowning help me to breathe … ❜⎜❲ v . modern .❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ seeker of darkness ❜⎜❲ chatterbox.❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ madness takes the paintbrush ⅋ sings ❜⎜❲ artwork.❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ idk what i'm doing either ❜⎜❲ answered.❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ friends owo !!!  ❜⎜❲ promos.❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i licked it so it’s mine now ❜⎜❲ saved.❳

[teslacoil-wizard]

Ooooooooh wait I just came up with a really cool way the sleep mage could be integrated into Loam

Since magic in Loam exists because the world has become less set in stone and more suggestive, eventually it would get to a place where reality has frayed so thin the Sleep Mage's dimensional rift, infinitely large, constantly changing house would fit right in! This also opens huge doors for other wizard characters I've been sitting on.....

Ok well now I really need to make a timeline to plot out how long after the apocalypse a pocket dimension is possible.....

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

Love me a fucked up guy!

Have my as of yet unnamed newest guy, a fucked up weirdo who's been experimented on, turned into essentially a blood bag, and subsequently abandoned by Death! Not pictured here is the fact that they can basically peel the meat off their bones at the seams and also the zipper on their chest, or their deep love of stuffed animals! Name suggestions very welcomed

Also not super happy with the colors might play around with them some more still

[epicofloam]

Urd Sovereignty

The Urd Sovereignty is one of two nations that came from the split of the Argosy of Teeth along with the Flagless Captaincy of the same time.  Where the latter went North though, those that would become the Sovereignty went South and began to raid the peninsula of Dahwet.  They of course quickly drew the ire of the Kingdom of the Ankh.  But the Marks, who had been largely ousted from this empire due to the current hatred towards predatory races in the Third Age, joined with the Sovereignty and the Kingdom mysteriously relented in their war, making fast peace with the Sovereignty.  The Marks introduced the Sovereignty to the wonders of the strange breathing trees of northern Dahwet and the culture built its foundations upon the roots of these trees.  They were at large a non stationary people, often taking where they desired from others but rarely going so far as to come into war.  They grew deep ties with the beasts and the breathing earth of Dahwet and while not creators of Adepts themselves, regularly utilized them.  During the Fourth Age, some colonies of the Wellspring Monarchy, were formed amongst the Sovereignty with the intent to convert them but these were folded into the culture at the fall of this global power.  The Urd Sovereignty’s patron Mythic is the Linnorm, the serpentine dragon-like creature of the ice.  The Sovereignty largely does not have a since of class, mostly establishing dominance based in strength and use to the clans.  They are a fairly homophobic culture, something which seems to have come from the colonies of the Wellspring Monarchy.  In brief on culture, they blend Norse and Victorian culture, with some focus and reverence towards astrology.

[aerial-ace97]

Flagless Captaincy

The Flagless Captaincy takes root in the northern part of Ostrova within the celestial mangroves and marshes where bloodied sails, ironside vessels that dip below the waves, and kingdoms built of ships give a safe haven to pirates, anarchists, and rebels of every shade.  This ramshackle empire is left over from the diaspora of the brief naval threat known as the Argosy of Teeth that served as a considerable power in the Third Age.  Now it stands in defiance of the authoritarian presence of its closest neighbor, Heaven’s Reich.  While without the sort of coordination of other nations, the Captaincy is unified in its persistence in remaining in a state of complete freedom, and not without provocation either.  Its corsairs are known to thieve from and harass slaving caravans and vessels of any nation it can extend its reach out to and a large portion of its population now consists of these said freed slaves.  The Flagless Captaincy also however has a reputation for its deep loathing for the Asura and other interlopers from Hell.  At some point in its past, several of its infamous captains were ensnared by the deals and conspiracies weaved by the tyrannical bureaucrats of that other world and the scallywag nation has long held an ire for them since.  The most famous captain of the nation, and the unofficial leader purely for his ferocity, is the ruthless Ratfolk Captain Pravanit Catseye of the corsair Curiosity who infamously slew the Rakshasa high consort of Asmodeus himself and sets to work in hunting other Rakshasa down to this day.  As for who they do turn their loyalties to, the Captaincy serves as the centerpoint of faith for the Argonaut faiths and they spurn their patron Mythic, the Kraken.  While the Captaincy has an advanced perspective in its warfare against tyranny, it is itself known also to have certain religious cults amongst it and an intolerance for the Mythicos faith.  In brief on culture, the Flagless Captaincy blends Indian culture with pirate cultures from around the world, with some devices that also adhere to a Dieselpunk theme.

[slippi-the-magos]

Lap sitting hc for most of the traitor primarchs and Big E

Premise:

The primarchs are out of armor

The primarchs have some degree of affection for you

Angron: Janky, hot, broken massage chair

Too hot. The thrum of superhuman hearts, jacked up from perpetual rage buzz in your ear

He's also too tense, constantly bouncing his leg and jostling you

Despite the Butcher's Nails, Angron tries to tolerate you, just don't make any sudden movements.

You're practically a therapy animal so focus on keeping your breathing calm

He squeezes you like a stress ball, it doesn't hurt too bad.

Despite the previous point, Angron would loathe to keep you against your will. You're allowed to get up and leave freely. The same can't be said for some other primarchs

Perturabo: The complaining workbench installed with an Abominable Intelligence assistant that hates his own existence

There are too many tools in his pockets. And no, it's not because he's happy to see you

He sometimes hunches down and squashes you to the worktable

He'll explain the intricacies of his work, begrudgingly, if you show interest. Praise his work and earn an indifferent huff

Perturabo also complains about you breathing on his work. He WILL also pinch you if you squirm too much

The worst bit is hearing his self depreciation. Perturabo is his worst critic and sooner or later it wears on you

Fulgrim: Private box seat to the world's most elaborate gallery

He smells so nice, and his posture's impeccable so you can lean your back comfortably enough. His hair tickles though

He will tuck you into the crook of an arm and read out books or poems

Sometimes Fulgrim asks your opinion on certain artworks. Art is subjective and opinions, even those of a simple human, are something to consider

He often spends his time quietly muttering over treatise and speeches sounding them out

The worst part is when he's creating his own art. Completely immersed in his craft, Fulgrim forgets you're on his lap. Launching you off your seat multiple times, before he shoos you out or sets you atop somewhere else

Snakegrim however, has an extra pair of arms to hold you, keeping you from slipping off his smooth scales.

As a snake his body temp is cooler, a small boon considering you're now forever tangled in his scaly coils

Mortarion: Creaky rocking chair, covered in rot and moss

You can hear his bones creak every time you sit on his lap

His joints are so pointy it feels like your sitting on a waterbed full of tree branches

He doesn't push you away, in fact he's content to let you sit quietly as long as you don't annoy him.

He outfits you in protective clothes when he's doing more dangerous experiments, adjusting you on his lap with a large hand so you don't get in the way.

After Nurgle hits Mortarion with the plague beam, he'll pull you off of him if you so much as sneeze, in concern of your own health

Mortarion, with Nurgle's blursing smells natural like sweet loam, dirt and fetid rot, before he used to smell like chemicals.

Something always rubs off of Mortarion and onto you when you sit on him

Magnus: Big red armchair

Very big relaxed muscles=really comfy and warm

Magnus is content in flaunting his powers to float rather than to sit like a fucking plebian. So you end up curled up on his torso instead

Magnus spends hours, even days poring over sorcerous tomes, chanting under his breath. This is relaxing and often very boring, you find yourself drifting into sleep or reading your own books.

Whenever you praise Magnus on his studies, his genius... he basks in the praise with no false humility and his massive ego is further inflated.

You're given the task of pointing out the rare intruders crawling out of the warp, hapless and unfortunate enough to reach you two

Magnus internally battles the impulse to use you as a test subject. His curiosity is an urgent need to satisfy and you're just conveniently present

Konrad: Nightmare pain throne of discomfort

Cold clammy skin textured like sharkskin, the scent of blood, the stringy muscles under your ass...you almost wish Kondrad would sit on you instead

Only Konrad gets squirming privileges

He will scratch and poke you with his claws for fun

His lap is a splash zone for whenever Konrad decides to flense his victims sitting down. You get a good facefull of bodily fluids. Konrad offers to lick it off

Only Konrad gets to decide when you sit or get down from his lap

There's riding the tiger and then there's riding the Night Haunter. The later is much more perilous

Lorgar: To sit on a wooden bodhisattva's lap

Lorgar smells like agarwood and incense but he feels like a wooden school chair

Lorgar's posture is too rigid and you have to sit stiff, though he's very patient with you fidgeting around.

His chants and hymns are calming and he is willing to read certain scriptures to you

Meditating together is a good experience, but falling asleep on his lap wouldn't be advisable, you'd get an aching back when you wake up from the rigid position

Big E: The golden couch.

He manspreads and you fall through his thighs. You crack your noggin on the golden footstool

Big E suggests strapping you in a golden baby bjorn

Fuck no. You've got dignity to maintain

You have to share your seat with at least two, sometimes three other people

Erda is pleasant company when she's not arguing with big E

Constantine Valdor is silent but his golden armor reflects the blinding E- light right into your eyes. No he will not move, this is the optimal position to gague threats should they present themselves.

Malcador often leaves the seat sticky...with...residues.