#pig;

"Mother's Embrace Casino welcomes you all to the Annual Masquerade Ball! We thank you for your patronage despite the continued air quality issues plaguing us as the Miasma grows heavy this time of year around the Rotround. Please ensure your masks remain on and that the air-filters are properly functioning." Bast lowers the piece of paper in steely claws, turning to Pig behind him, fastening the ribbons of his mask around his neck to obscure clown-painted features.

"What a load of shit. Lotta fancy talk for 'we didn't wanna reschedule.'"

"Pig, I didn't write the flyer. Besides, we can't have them recognizing us anyway."

"No, we can't have 'em recognizing you. Me an' mine aren't on the 'deny entry' wall. We've only got as long as it takes Sow to get Hymn on the stage to get into position, so come on, ya jingling fuckin' fool." The guardian grunts, rolling sleeves up his arms and examining the bandolier strapped under his wings one more time.

"...they were out of puppet masks." Bast mutters, peering from their shadowy corner to the party proper, Sow and Hymn mingling among the other revelers, Sow's gaze flickering across the strangers surrounding, all with features similarly obscured beneath masks of both necessity and mirth as the four of them. "There. That table- The wildclaw dealer."

"I hope you know what the hell you're doin', because if this goes like the last time-"

"I don't think there is a universe where it goes that badly a second time."

"Clearly you ain't never met you."

"s'matter, baby? You act like you ain't never seen a clown before.''

I AM A DAY LATE FOR FAT DRAGON FRIDAY. I DO NOT CARE. A few weeks ago I got a commission from the incredible @clansunsharp of my most beloved boy Pig, and I got it back moments ago.

so in order to be really normal about this [deranged] and to back it up so I can link it in his bio once I go to add things to his frames, I will post it here, on tumblr, with some facts about Pig.

While his presentation is as a "villain" in my lore, Pig is actually rather morally sound, and won't even defy his promise to never harm a child on the orders of his Goddess. He is simply defending his Charge from harm when his threatening presence looms over those who seek to destroy The Host, and is a generally kind, albeit sarcastic man when it comes to his fellows in the Vaudemire Sideshow.

He's a father figure to the Gamble Twins, and is one of the very few people who can truly understand Harlequinn's strange manner of speaking.

Despite his appearance and generally somewhat frightening demeanor, he's rather popular romantically, though his dedication to the cleaver alone means he's long-been a 'love them then leave them' sort.

He still performs in the circus, as a strongman instead of a children's entertainer.

Somehow FR pinged Pig's dad energy RIGHT off the rip. This does also imply the existence of Dragon IKEA which is a place I will be integrating into my lore IMMEDIATELY.

"this ruffle is tight." "it will not kill you to dress nice for the festivities, Pig." "you have no idea what will and won't kill me, woman, I've not worn a shirt since most a' the circus was a thought in their mother's head, and what's the point of this ridiculous cape-" "it will not kill you to dress nice, but I might kill you if you keep up this complaining. we are here to make merry, and if you ruin our childrens' birthdays and sweet Hymn's hard work on this Riot of Rot celebration, I will spend the next one drinking out of a goblet made of your skull." "...I like it when you talk dirty at me." "Ugh. You are insufferable."