#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

[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.❳

[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.

[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]

ok wait so is it the radio tower like... is a girl???? or has the soul of a girl?? Or is it more literal where it's like someone literally stuck a real girl into a radio tower. Or both, fnaf style...?

Long answer here

Short answer is the radio tower is semi alive and conscious and has a broadcast room at the bottom with an actual human girl literally trapped inside. Well, she can go outside but there's not much land outside the tower so there's really no where else for her to go

[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.

[spindlesaurus-rex]

Every episode of Call the Midwife

Narrator: In Autumn, all souls feel the rot but the rot allows flowers to grow and spring will come again. The war absolutely hollowed out communities but also there was jam. Nonnatus house had nuns in it but they were cool nuns. As the weather turned, those in need were ever more vulnerable and we did what we could.

Trixie: I cannot fix this with rouge, Matthew *perky hair toss*

Sister Monica Joan: Aristotle had heard of glaucoma, why won't anybody listen to me, also I've sat on the swiss roll.

Sister Julienne: Nonnatus house may be repossessed/ demolished/ infested with weevils. Our future is uncertain, but damnit the women of Poplar need us.

The Irish One: I love coloured tights but also I've done the autoclave

Harrowing music begins as we watch an unwed teen mother/ man addicted to meth/ victim of some sort of domestic horror/ woman with pre-ecclampsia

Nurse Crane: There you go lass

Harrowing storyline is briefly featured again but also there's a pregnant dog in Nonnatus House.

Dr Turner: Let's give her Pethidine, also I'm progressive about (insert topical issue here)

Sister Julienne: Nonnatus House is a metaphor for the morals of this country and that's why we're going to the dogs

Random Nurse: Actually sister Julienne I think we should teach teenagers about contraception

Sister Monica Joan: We simply must have compline now

Compline and the harrowing storyline (which has now reached its apex through either a harrowing birth scene or some other medical procedure) are now interspersed in a way that is troublingly close to saying suffering is fine actually because Jesus.

Sheelagh: Oh Patrick

The harrowing storyline is now resolved, often with some more voiceover that references the vagaries of the turning world

Trixie: Matthew, I have solved it. And I have put on rouge. I can have it all except a consistent haircut.

Fred: The dog's had puppies, and this will save Nonnatus house.

Narrator: In the worst and dank places, in the creeping dread of the dark soil and the night loam, even as the rotting leaves seep in, there too is love and life. Also someone had a revelation. The end.

[revelboo]

twirling my hair over Kup in the breeding kink ask because I fancy all these old mechs thanks to your impeccable writing, he's just such a sad old man

He can still kick butt, though

Don’t You

Kup x Reader

• “Look alive, young-bots,” he growls around his cygar, as he vents on a growl and the newest recruits glance at him, then hastily back away from whatever poor bit of organic life they’ve cornered. That’s the problem with green bots. They’re awful on organic worlds, too overwhelmed with all of it and unable to resist poking at things. And striding over, he almost stumbles, because it’s not an animal they’re terrorizing. It’s a bruised and battered human, the little thing hefting a stick and terrified. “Leave ‘em be,” he snarls, shoving the nearest recruit out of his way and you’re backpedaling, eyes wide.

• Shaking, your fingers are white knuckled on the pitiful little branch you’d found. Swinging it so frantically around you as those giants had growled and prodded at you, laughing when you’d fallen more than once. And you’re scared out of your mind. Have no idea where you are or how you ended up here only that it was excruciating. Like being turned inside out. Trembling as the monster robots abruptly back away and the one striding forward isn’t as big as some of your tormentors, as he works a cigar-looking thing clenched between his denta and snarls at them. He’s obviously in charge, though. Backing away as he approaches, he makes a harsh sound that startles you and you fall over one of the thick, fleshy vines everywhere on the ground.

• Lunging as the creeper vine immediately snares you and you scream, Kup makes a grab for it and misses as you’re dragged along the ground. “Hang on, kid,” he growls, jogging after as you claw at the vine, the ground, panicking and trying to stop your slide. Your motions becoming more urgent when you look and see what the vine is attached to. Drawing his gun as you’re hauled up off the ground toward the glistening and deceptively pretty flower coiled around a nearby tree, knowing if it closes around you, that sap will glue itself to you and suffocate you before he can cut you loose. Aiming and ignoring the recruits jostling and making bets on how quickly you’ll die, he growls and fires. Wincing when you hit the mossy ground when the vine is severed.

• Breath knocked out of you, for a moment you can’t move. Fingers digging into the loam and moss, smelling dirt and the awful, rotten flesh stink of the plant. And the monster with the metal cigar is picking his way toward you, carefully avoiding the vines. Try to push yourself up right. To run. “You take off into an alien jungle running like prey, you’re not going to last a klik,” he says and you freeze. Because he’s not growling. You understand him. “Don’t know how you got here, but you better stick with me, kid.” And he crouches down, that cigar thing bobbing up and down as he chews on it. “Name’s Kup.”

• Intelligent eyes stare up at him as he holds out a servo. Half expects you to start crying or to bolt into the jungle anyway. But your tiny hand is warm when you reach out and let him carefully help you up. And you’re filthy, a dark splotch on one cheek that better not be from one of the recruits, your coverings torn. Tensing when you curl your arms around his servo, hanging on to him. Like your life depends on it and really it does. None of those young-bots have ever seen a human before. Have very little respect for organics. But how in the Pit did you get out here?