I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
They both hear a bubbling voice, Rowan knows the charismatic voice, but this would be the first time Allison has heard it instead of Rowan’s through it, its words are incomprehensible, but it’s trying to get him to stop.
“Want ta get somethin’ ta eat?” He stands up once he finishes the statue.
Merabelle takes the canvas off the holder “I like it, but what does it mean? If ya can take my askin’.”
She grins and pulls out her lute, plucking a few strings. She follows along with his musical tone.
"Please, I haven't eaten since this morning." He grumbles, rubbing his eyes.
"I don't know. Im not good at meanings and such like that."
The same notes appear around her as well, slowly colliding with the mask and causing nicks and cracks, the bone mask breaking apart.
He pays his shoulder, walking inside and ordering them some classic breakfast, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns.
“Welp, I like it anyway, so I think I’ll end up keepin’ it. How have you been?”
She smiles warmly "Its working!"
As soon as a plate is handed to him, he devours it.
"Tired. My brain hurts." She grins.
He nods, smiling “It is, and the mask doesn’t want it to work.”
Sparrow does the same, crunching into all of his own, enjoying every last bite.
“That might be because you slammed your head into a canvas. Is anythin’ happenin’ in yer life?”
Felix nods. "I just found out that the only person who ever showed romantic interest in me was a stalker who wanted to basically have me as a dependent little pet, so I get it. Being bitter, I mean. So, what's up with you?"
He snorts, laughing a bit "That's awful, dear lords." he takes one of the donuts, biting into it, his sense of taste still dull but eating it more for Felix than anything "Right now? Trying to rebuild the Red Plate, hire real staff, purchase high-grade utensils, and settle providers for meats, vegetables, fruits, grains, stuff like that... Small things beyond that"
"Oh yeah, that would make anyone stressed. I heard about a guy who sold his fancy clothes to buy grey market meat, and still needed to get all the other stuff from his family. There's a reason I haven't opened my own place yet."
They both hear a bubbling voice, Rowan knows the charismatic voice, but this would be the first time Allison has heard it instead of Rowan’s through it, its words are incomprehensible, but it’s trying to get him to stop.
“Want ta get somethin’ ta eat?” He stands up once he finishes the statue.
Merabelle takes the canvas off the holder “I like it, but what does it mean? If ya can take my askin’.”
She grins and pulls out her lute, plucking a few strings. She follows along with his musical tone.
"Please, I haven't eaten since this morning." He grumbles, rubbing his eyes.
"I don't know. Im not good at meanings and such like that."
The same notes appear around her as well, slowly colliding with the mask and causing nicks and cracks, the bone mask breaking apart.
He pays his shoulder, walking inside and ordering them some classic breakfast, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns.
“Welp, I like it anyway, so I think I’ll end up keepin’ it. How have you been?”
She smiles warmly "Its working!"
As soon as a plate is handed to him, he devours it.
"Tired. My brain hurts." She grins.
He nods, smiling “It is, and the mask doesn’t want it to work.”
Sparrow does the same, crunching into all of his own, enjoying every last bite.
“That might be because you slammed your head into a canvas. Is anythin’ happenin’ in yer life?”
"Will this destroy it?" she asks.
"Christ, that was good." he chuckles.
"uhhh marriage. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cake." she tries to think.
Felix nods. "I just found out that the only person who ever showed romantic interest in me was a stalker who wanted to basically have me as a dependent little pet, so I get it. Being bitter, I mean. So, what's up with you?"
He snorts, laughing a bit "That's awful, dear lords." he takes one of the donuts, biting into it, his sense of taste still dull but eating it more for Felix than anything "Right now? Trying to rebuild the Red Plate, hire real staff, purchase high-grade utensils, and settle providers for meats, vegetables, fruits, grains, stuff like that... Small things beyond that"
"Oh yeah, that would make anyone stressed. I heard about a guy who sold his fancy clothes to buy grey market meat, and still needed to get all the other stuff from his family. There's a reason I haven't opened my own place yet."
"I already had providers beforehand for vegetables and fruits and stuff like that but meat was usually sourced by me but now that's changed so I have to look for one." He chuckles.
Felix uses an anti-griddle to cool the bright red, pulsing slab of Salamander flesh as he slices it into a work of art, dabbing and smearing it with various strange sauces. By the end, it looks almost like a surrealist building. He places it on a table and turns out the lights, revealing the magmatic light shining through the cuts, casting images of spirits at a massive feast on the walls and ceiling.
Rag looks around with awe, amazed by the things he is entirely capable of making with such basic seeming ingredients, truly a master chef. He looks down to the food, thanking Felix as genuinely as he possibly can before digging into the meal, using the accurately shaped utensils.
The utensils are specially designed for delicate carving, slicing off the cooled exterior so the next layer can release heat before that is eaten as well. Eventually, he comes to the core, a large orb of meat shining so bright that it almost glows even when cooled. "Ever heard of Jewel Meat?" Felix asks, honing his blades after such fine work. "It's said to have the flavors and textures of every cut in its best state. The genes to create it require a steady source of powerful magic for decades to even activate, let alone allow the Jewel Meat to grow. Most people only go for large creatures, since you can harvest more and often non-lethally. But I wanted to prepare Salamander, so I did."
He shakes his head, nodding as he learns what this ‘jewel meat’ is. “So it’s so magically concentrated that is causes the core of the salamander to glow? This must have been a true trial to obtain, let alone prepare. This is really amazing that you can get all of these exotic creatures and plants and materials.” He begins to eat.
Felix waddles over, holding a tray. On it is an egg that seems to be made out of shadow, held in a silvered egg cup. "Hey there! I'm Felix, the tavern cook. Could I interest you in trying a new dish I've been working on?"
She looks at Felix, a wide smile on her face. "Nice to meet you, Felix! I'm Omori- though, last we met, I was Traitor." Her gaze drifts to the egg."To answer your question, I'd love to try! What is it?"
"Oh, it's an umbral egg! It was originally a chicken egg, but using a mix of occult arts and alchemy, I transformed it into this thing! It's slightly sweet and chewy, and has a sort of tiramisu-like quality to it."
They both hear a bubbling voice, Rowan knows the charismatic voice, but this would be the first time Allison has heard it instead of Rowan’s through it, its words are incomprehensible, but it’s trying to get him to stop.
“Want ta get somethin’ ta eat?” He stands up once he finishes the statue.
Merabelle takes the canvas off the holder “I like it, but what does it mean? If ya can take my askin’.”
She grins and pulls out her lute, plucking a few strings. She follows along with his musical tone.
"Please, I haven't eaten since this morning." He grumbles, rubbing his eyes.
"I don't know. Im not good at meanings and such like that."
The same notes appear around her as well, slowly colliding with the mask and causing nicks and cracks, the bone mask breaking apart.
He pays his shoulder, walking inside and ordering them some classic breakfast, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns.
“Welp, I like it anyway, so I think I’ll end up keepin’ it. How have you been?”
She smiles warmly "Its working!"
As soon as a plate is handed to him, he devours it.
"Tired. My brain hurts." She grins.
He nods, smiling “It is, and the mask doesn’t want it to work.”
Sparrow does the same, crunching into all of his own, enjoying every last bite.
“That might be because you slammed your head into a canvas. Is anythin’ happenin’ in yer life?”
"Will this destroy it?" she asks.
"Christ, that was good." he chuckles.
"uhhh marriage. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cake." she tries to think.
“I’m not sure, I hope it will.” He continues playing, unsure of the result.
He puts the plate back over the counter “Sure was, ain’t like anythin’ back home.”
Her eyes widen “You’re gettin’ married an’ ya didn’t tell me?! [gp] Sparrow ain’t tell me either, I’ll have ta knot his head fer that.” She grabs their shoulders “When?”
Felix waddles over, holding a tray. On it is an egg that seems to be made out of shadow, held in a silvered egg cup. "Hey there! I'm Felix, the tavern cook. Could I interest you in trying a new dish I've been working on?"
She looks at Felix, a wide smile on her face. "Nice to meet you, Felix! I'm Omori- though, last we met, I was Traitor." Her gaze drifts to the egg."To answer your question, I'd love to try! What is it?"
"Oh, it's an umbral egg! It was originally a chicken egg, but using a mix of occult arts and alchemy, I transformed it into this thing! It's slightly sweet and chewy, and has a sort of tiramisu-like quality to it."
She accepts the offered egg, and takes a small bite. "Hmm... it's very good! Something about the flavor feels... I don't know. It's a good flavor, though. Thank you!"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The utensils are specially designed for delicate carving, slicing off the cooled exterior so the next layer can release heat before that is eaten as well. Eventually, he comes to the core, a large orb of meat shining so bright that it almost glows even when cooled. "Ever heard of Jewel Meat?" Felix asks, honing his blades after such fine work. "It's said to have the flavors and textures of every cut in its best state. The genes to create it require a steady source of powerful magic for decades to even activate, let alone allow the Jewel Meat to grow. Most people only go for large creatures, since you can harvest more and often non-lethally. But I wanted to prepare Salamander, so I did."
He shakes his head, nodding as he learns what this ‘jewel meat’ is. “So it’s so magically concentrated that is causes the core of the salamander to glow? This must have been a true trial to obtain, let alone prepare. This is really amazing that you can get all of these exotic creatures and plants and materials.” He begins to eat.
Felix laughs. If his voice weren't so naturally soft, it might be considered a cackle. "Oh, you wouldn't believe how hard it can get sometimes! You've seen how I look. Most suppliers don't take me seriously because of my stature, so I have to get this stuff myself a lot of the time since I have a bad habit of avoiding black markets."
The utensils are specially designed for delicate carving, slicing off the cooled exterior so the next layer can release heat before that is eaten as well. Eventually, he comes to the core, a large orb of meat shining so bright that it almost glows even when cooled. "Ever heard of Jewel Meat?" Felix asks, honing his blades after such fine work. "It's said to have the flavors and textures of every cut in its best state. The genes to create it require a steady source of powerful magic for decades to even activate, let alone allow the Jewel Meat to grow. Most people only go for large creatures, since you can harvest more and often non-lethally. But I wanted to prepare Salamander, so I did."
He shakes his head, nodding as he learns what this ‘jewel meat’ is. “So it’s so magically concentrated that is causes the core of the salamander to glow? This must have been a true trial to obtain, let alone prepare. This is really amazing that you can get all of these exotic creatures and plants and materials.” He begins to eat.
Felix laughs. If his voice weren't so naturally soft, it might be considered a cackle. "Oh, you wouldn't believe how hard it can get sometimes! You've seen how I look. Most suppliers don't take me seriously because of my stature, so I have to get this stuff myself a lot of the time since I have a bad habit of avoiding black markets."
“You know I would be happy to help you out, I don’t have much I do here other than the occasional odd job. No one has much need for an inhumanly giant dragon hybrid soldier. Helping you get all these things would be something worth my time.” He says, smiling softly.
"Oh, it's an umbral egg! It was originally a chicken egg, but using a mix of occult arts and alchemy, I transformed it into this thing! It's slightly sweet and chewy, and has a sort of tiramisu-like quality to it."
She accepts the offered egg, and takes a small bite. "Hmm... it's very good! Something about the flavor feels... I don't know. It's a good flavor, though. Thank you!"
"You're welcome! I'm glad you like it! So, how have you been doing? I see your claws aren't as in-the-way as before."
Felix laughs. If his voice weren't so naturally soft, it might be considered a cackle. "Oh, you wouldn't believe how hard it can get sometimes! You've seen how I look. Most suppliers don't take me seriously because of my stature, so I have to get this stuff myself a lot of the time since I have a bad habit of avoiding black markets."
“You know I would be happy to help you out, I don’t have much I do here other than the occasional odd job. No one has much need for an inhumanly giant dragon hybrid soldier. Helping you get all these things would be something worth my time.” He says, smiling softly.
Felix claps. "Thank you!! This will help a lot! There are a lot of ingredients that I just haven't been able to get before! Crazy stuff that only the elitest of the elite are supposed to even have!"
"Oh, it's an umbral egg! It was originally a chicken egg, but using a mix of occult arts and alchemy, I transformed it into this thing! It's slightly sweet and chewy, and has a sort of tiramisu-like quality to it."
She accepts the offered egg, and takes a small bite. "Hmm... it's very good! Something about the flavor feels... I don't know. It's a good flavor, though. Thank you!"
"You're welcome! I'm glad you like it! So, how have you been doing? I see your claws aren't as in-the-way as before."
"I've been doing alright. Got my revenge, and now I'm trying to learn magic. How have you been?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*When I was four dozen eggs, I ate four dozen dozen eggs Every morning to help me get large And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen dozen eggs So I'm roughly the size of five dozen dozen dozen eggs*
*i have a new thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/211851-cosmo-on-call-adventures-in-space-employment*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He nods, smiling “It is, and the mask doesn’t want it to work.”
Sparrow does the same, crunching into all of his own, enjoying every last bite.
“That might be because you slammed your head into a canvas. Is anythin’ happenin’ in yer life?”
"Oh yeah, that would make anyone stressed. I heard about a guy who sold his fancy clothes to buy grey market meat, and still needed to get all the other stuff from his family. There's a reason I haven't opened my own place yet."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Will this destroy it?" she asks.
"Christ, that was good." he chuckles.
"uhhh marriage. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cake." she tries to think.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I already had providers beforehand for vegetables and fruits and stuff like that but meat was usually sourced by me but now that's changed so I have to look for one." He chuckles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Okie dokie yall, I am gonna head back home now. Ill be back :]*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He shakes his head, nodding as he learns what this ‘jewel meat’ is. “So it’s so magically concentrated that is causes the core of the salamander to glow? This must have been a true trial to obtain, let alone prepare. This is really amazing that you can get all of these exotic creatures and plants and materials.” He begins to eat.
"Oh, it's an umbral egg! It was originally a chicken egg, but using a mix of occult arts and alchemy, I transformed it into this thing! It's slightly sweet and chewy, and has a sort of tiramisu-like quality to it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’m not sure, I hope it will.” He continues playing, unsure of the result.
He puts the plate back over the counter “Sure was, ain’t like anythin’ back home.”
Her eyes widen “You’re gettin’ married an’ ya didn’t tell me?! [gp] Sparrow ain’t tell me either, I’ll have ta knot his head fer that.” She grabs their shoulders “When?”
She accepts the offered egg, and takes a small bite. "Hmm... it's very good! Something about the flavor feels... I don't know. It's a good flavor, though. Thank you!"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Felix laughs. If his voice weren't so naturally soft, it might be considered a cackle. "Oh, you wouldn't believe how hard it can get sometimes! You've seen how I look. Most suppliers don't take me seriously because of my stature, so I have to get this stuff myself a lot of the time since I have a bad habit of avoiding black markets."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You know I would be happy to help you out, I don’t have much I do here other than the occasional odd job. No one has much need for an inhumanly giant dragon hybrid soldier. Helping you get all these things would be something worth my time.” He says, smiling softly.
"You're welcome! I'm glad you like it! So, how have you been doing? I see your claws aren't as in-the-way as before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Felix claps. "Thank you!! This will help a lot! There are a lot of ingredients that I just haven't been able to get before! Crazy stuff that only the elitest of the elite are supposed to even have!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I've been doing alright. Got my revenge, and now I'm trying to learn magic. How have you been?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Fair enough. I will work to do better by you in the future.”
“Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter… so I was born outside?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Eh, not so great. Lots of complicated things that I don't think I'm qualified to talk about. Other than that I've been fine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm alive.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*When I was four dozen eggs, I ate four dozen dozen eggs
Every morning to help me get large
And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen dozen eggs
So I'm roughly the size of five dozen dozen dozen eggs*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*HUZZAH*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.