“I challenge you to be dreamers; I challenge you to be doers and let us make the greatest place in the world even better.”
You were lost, perhaps. Broken, decayed. Nothing anymore. Abandoned by those you thought cared for you, rejected by society, not because of what you've done, but because of who or what you are. You were alone, for certain.
A certain hunger formed inside of you. A longing. Emptiness. But that kind of feeling doesn't stay inside of you, no. It is a reek that draws in creatures, both malevolent and benign, that want a taste of that void in your heart. You were tinged with melancholy when you found it... or maybe when it found you.
It was a cafe built out of dreams, love, and kindness, but primarily candy and cookies. It called you inside, and before you knew it, you were sitting down at a table with your coat hanging by the door, waiting for you.
Creatures, fluffy or scaly or... fishy(?) walk around you, exchanging greetings, welcoming you to a safe space. The safe space. They are all like you. Or maybe you are like them.
Welcome to the Heart's Desire Cafe, a place where dreams really do come true! Only visible to rebels, outcasts, and general oddballs, it is populated by primarily anthro characters like furries and scalies, but any character is welcome! It doesn't matter what you've done or what your background is, this is a safe space where hatred and guilt melt away like cotton candy.
Rules:
1. This is a 13+ tavern, but try and keep it PG-13 at most. Express yourself however you desire as long as it doesn't make others uncomfortable. That means go light on the swearing and avoid sex entirely. Romance is okay as long as it doesn't get too extreme.
2. Avoid quote chains longer than 3 posts. They can really mess up mobile users and ruin their fun.
3. This tavern is supposed to be a safe and accepting environment. Please don't abuse that. Be kind to each other no matter what, and call me or another mod if things get out of hand.
4. Respect other people, especially me and the mods. Also, put the word "wonderific" in your first post to show that you've read the rules.
Mods: Me and Markell
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Into the scene a humanoid otter appears from apparently nowhere. He's dressed in 1920's clothing with a purple tie and a flickering, almost unreal Tommy-gun strapped to his back
"Mind if I dip the bill?" he says with a mischevious twinkle in his eye. He then sits down.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
A massive dragonoid emerges from the basement. He has the height of a professional basketball player and the body type of a world-class powerlifter, with large muscles and an equally large belly. He's orange and white and black all over, with a fluffy white mane and striped horns. He takes off his oven mitts and hangs them on his apron drawstring. He gets himself some coffee-flavored soda and a cronut before sitting down at a table to enjoy his break. "Tarrare," reads his name tag.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A massive dragonoid emerges from the basement. He has the height of a professional basketball player and the body type of a world-class powerlifter, with large muscles and an equally large belly. He's orange and white and black all over, with a fluffy white mane and striped horns. He takes off his oven mitts and hangs them on his apron drawstring. He gets himself some coffee-flavored soda and a cronut before sitting down at a table to enjoy his break. "Tarrare," reads his name tag.
*sorry, was on discord server*
The wolf girl walks up to him "Hi!"
"Hey there! Enjoying your latte?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well," he rubs his ears a bit, "That's good to hear. I worked hard to find the ingredients needed to make it. Coffee will taste different depending on the types of beans used and how they were processed. Learning the tricks needed to make a good cup of coffee all by yourself takes a lot of work, but as you can see, it's worth it in the end."
He pauses for a moment. "Ah, dang it, I did it again."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Did what?" she says, sitting down in front of him and tilting her head curiously
"I tend to monologue about things I find interesting. If it was just to close friends, it would make sense. But I was the one who brought the topic up in the first place. It typically goes that way. I'll ask someone something about wine, cheese, cake, cheesecake, whatever, and then I'll start going on a tangent about that thing for several minutes at a time -AH! I'm doing it again!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She giggles. "you don't need to worry, I don't mind"
He sighs. "That's nice. Sorry I cut myself off, then. You see, I'm a Nightmare Hunter. Sort of. What that means is that it's my job to go out and gather gourmet ingredients previously unknown to the world, and then figure out how to best prepare them for consumption and pair them with other flavors. At least, it used to be. The job permanently altered my body, so they thought I would never quit since the people in charge of my guild had the only way to change me back to normal. But I quit anyway so that I could spend more time with my family."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I challenge you to be dreamers; I challenge you to be doers and let us make the greatest place in the world even better.”
You were lost, perhaps. Broken, decayed. Nothing anymore. Abandoned by those you thought cared for you, rejected by society, not because of what you've done, but because of who or what you are. You were alone, for certain.
A certain hunger formed inside of you. A longing. Emptiness. But that kind of feeling doesn't stay inside of you, no. It is a reek that draws in creatures, both malevolent and benign, that want a taste of that void in your heart. You were tinged with melancholy when you found it... or maybe when it found you.
It was a cafe built out of dreams, love, and kindness, but primarily candy and cookies. It called you inside, and before you knew it, you were sitting down at a table with your coat hanging by the door, waiting for you.
Creatures, fluffy or scaly or... fishy(?) walk around you, exchanging greetings, welcoming you to a safe space. The safe space. They are all like you. Or maybe you are like them.
Welcome to the Heart's Desire Cafe, a place where dreams really do come true! Only visible to rebels, outcasts, and general oddballs, it is populated by primarily anthro characters like furries and scalies, but any character is welcome! It doesn't matter what you've done or what your background is, this is a safe space where hatred and guilt melt away like cotton candy.
Rules:
1. This is a 13+ tavern, but try and keep it PG-13 at most. Express yourself however you desire as long as it doesn't make others uncomfortable. That means go light on the swearing and avoid sex entirely. Romance is okay as long as it doesn't get too extreme.
2. Avoid quote chains longer than 3 posts. They can really mess up mobile users and ruin their fun.
3. This tavern is supposed to be a safe and accepting environment. Please don't abuse that. Be kind to each other no matter what, and call me or another mod if things get out of hand.
4. Respect other people, especially me and the mods. Also, put the word "wonderific" in your first post to show that you've read the rules.
Mods: Me and Markell
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'll be on in a bit, but first I'm gonna go play DnD with my family.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Into the scene a humanoid otter appears from apparently nowhere. He's dressed in 1920's clothing with a purple tie and a flickering, almost unreal Tommy-gun strapped to his back
"Mind if I dip the bill?" he says with a mischevious twinkle in his eye. He then sits down.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*This is a truly wonderific tavern! Don’t know if I’ll have time to join, but this looks really cool.*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*this looks wonderific*
*I'm here now!*
A massive dragonoid emerges from the basement. He has the height of a professional basketball player and the body type of a world-class powerlifter, with large muscles and an equally large belly. He's orange and white and black all over, with a fluffy white mane and striped horns. He takes off his oven mitts and hangs them on his apron drawstring. He gets himself some coffee-flavored soda and a cronut before sitting down at a table to enjoy his break. "Tarrare," reads his name tag.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wonderific idea!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Thank you! Also, as an answer to your Board question, I have no evidence for or against that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hey there! Enjoying your latte?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well," he rubs his ears a bit, "That's good to hear. I worked hard to find the ingredients needed to make it. Coffee will taste different depending on the types of beans used and how they were processed. Learning the tricks needed to make a good cup of coffee all by yourself takes a lot of work, but as you can see, it's worth it in the end."
He pauses for a moment. "Ah, dang it, I did it again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I tend to monologue about things I find interesting. If it was just to close friends, it would make sense. But I was the one who brought the topic up in the first place. It typically goes that way. I'll ask someone something about wine, cheese, cake, cheesecake, whatever, and then I'll start going on a tangent about that thing for several minutes at a time -AH! I'm doing it again!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs. "That's nice. Sorry I cut myself off, then. You see, I'm a Nightmare Hunter. Sort of. What that means is that it's my job to go out and gather gourmet ingredients previously unknown to the world, and then figure out how to best prepare them for consumption and pair them with other flavors. At least, it used to be. The job permanently altered my body, so they thought I would never quit since the people in charge of my guild had the only way to change me back to normal. But I quit anyway so that I could spend more time with my family."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.