Dragonsbreath Bar & Grill

The bartender asks you if you'd like a drink. He seems friendly. His coworkers, however, seem to be paying you no mind. ((RP blog for four OCs tied to/based on Wreck-It Ralph and HTTYD. Pages are a WIP. We come in a package deal with @severalsciencenerds and a lot of heavy changes made here are influenced by them.))

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

so matt what do you REALLY think about rowan? and what about ness??

Hhhhhhhhhhoooohmygod I hate you.

THEY’RE FUCKING HOT OKAY???? I AM THE LEAST STRAIGHTEST PERSON IN THE FUCKING WORLD. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP TORMENTING ME.

[severalsciencenerds]

(Ness reaches over and kind of. Pats Matt on the head. Ssh. There there.)

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

[Matt complains loudly.]

I don’t need this shit in my life.

[severalsciencenerds]

I mean… Rowan is Rowan, but if you update your lens prescription, I’m like 99% sure that it’ll take care of me, at least. (Ness laughs a little nervously.) You wanna get something to eat?

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

My last check-up was less than a month ago. I’m pretty sure my prescription is just fine.

[Matt feels a little bit better, but that’s probably just because he’s finally gotten to compliment Ness and not worry about “no homo”.]

Yeah, I could eat. You have any ideas?

[severalsciencenerds]

(Shy little smile. Ness is bad at taking compliments.) Pizza Hut delivers out here, we can leave the rest of these guys to figure out dinner on their own. (He already has the webpage up on his phone. Gonna order that pizza online, requiring as little human interaction as possible, yep yep.)

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

That sounds fantastic.

[He smiles. He won’t judge Ness’ form of ordering- Matt does the exact same thing.]

Uh, don’t judge, but could you get as many meat toppings as you’re willing to pay for on mine?

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒. -𝑅𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓃

get your shitty font out of my face, pissbag

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

[Jadfell decides that Rowan isn’t worth the effort of pushing him off and crosses her arms.]

i hate you.

[severalsciencenerds]

(Rowan laughs, relaxing comfortably on Jadfell.)

“𝓐𝓷𝓭  𝔂𝓸𝓾  𝓪𝓻𝓮  𝓪𝓷  𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼  𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻.”

(He reaches up, and brushes some of her hair behind her ear.)

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

[Jad hisses and now decides to push Rowan off of their lap.]

don’t you have some people to kill or something???

[severalsciencenerds]

(Rowan gets back up on the couch, amused, and gives Jad a slightly skeptical look.)

I’d almost think you didn’t want me around, Jad. Although, I recently got back from a job, and I’d appreciate it if you shoved me around marginally less. I got a bit of a scrape. (He lifts up his shirt to show them. Rowan, you have like 14 stitches. )

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

whose fault is that? not mine.

[Jadfell frowns at Rowan and seems unfazed by the stitches. She’s seen worse.]

... do you want some tea or something? i stole some of logan’s shitty plants and also one of his books.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

#self harm // Delilah knocks on Logan's door, then just opens it because she knows he won't mind and she needs to do this before she gets too nervous. "Um. Logan...? I... I relapsed again, d-do you have any healing potions I can use?" She bites her lip, always afraid he'll get mad.

  Logan’s earfins prick up and he looks up from his book- that old, leather-bound book he always seems to have on hand- and gives a startled look. He immediately grabs a bottle full of pink liquid off his potions shelf, right above his desk, and bounds over to shove it into her hands.

  Logan’s concerned face is a variation of his angry face, but by now anyone who spends as much time with Logan as Dee does would know the difference.

  “Are you okay???”

[severalsciencenerds]

Delilah nods quickly, swallows some of the potion, and can’t look Logan in the eye. She isn’t okay. She’s never been okay. ‘Pull yourself together,’ she thinks, with a coldness she’d never feel or show to anyone but herself. Her eyes close for a second, and then she remembers that Logan is like right there, and blinks her eyes open. She smiles at him, and someone like Logan who knows Dee so well can see that it’s very strained. “… How do you make these, anyways?” She asks.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

  Logan squints at her. He sniffs her, leaning up to get close to her face before doing his weird dragon thing and licking her on the cheek. No, Logan, she might be wearing makeup.

  “Lots of herbs, lots of water, and a little bit of blood.” He points at the cauldron next to his desk. It looks like there’s a fire beneath said cauldron, but nothing seemed to ignite around it. It gave off a pleasant warmth, despite the bubbles in the ready-to-brew water in the cauldron, suggesting its boiling temperature.

[severalsciencenerds]

“Logan, my foundation.” Delilah complains, wiping her cheek, but picks the rage baby up and holds him. “Does it change such dramatic colors because of herbal reactions or because of magic or do you just put food dye in it?”

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

  “Can be reapplied.” He curls up in her arms, draping his tail over her shoulders like a scarf.

  “The first two. Potions are mystical things, and whatever mystical being decided healing potions had to be pink made it so the reactions of the ingredients would make a pink product. Mystical beings are picky about the things that represent them.”

  “I would probably get smited if I tried to put food coloring in it to make it another color.”

[engineofdestruction]

What Pokémon can you see my muse becoming?

Bonus points if you explain why!

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

#self harm // Delilah knocks on Logan's door, then just opens it because she knows he won't mind and she needs to do this before she gets too nervous. "Um. Logan...? I... I relapsed again, d-do you have any healing potions I can use?" She bites her lip, always afraid he'll get mad.

  Logan’s earfins prick up and he looks up from his book- that old, leather-bound book he always seems to have on hand- and gives a startled look. He immediately grabs a bottle full of pink liquid off his potions shelf, right above his desk, and bounds over to shove it into her hands.

  Logan’s concerned face is a variation of his angry face, but by now anyone who spends as much time with Logan as Dee does would know the difference.

  “Are you okay???”

[severalsciencenerds]

Delilah nods quickly, swallows some of the potion, and can’t look Logan in the eye. She isn’t okay. She’s never been okay. ‘Pull yourself together,’ she thinks, with a coldness she’d never feel or show to anyone but herself. Her eyes close for a second, and then she remembers that Logan is like right there, and blinks her eyes open. She smiles at him, and someone like Logan who knows Dee so well can see that it’s very strained. “… How do you make these, anyways?” She asks.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

  Logan squints at her. He sniffs her, leaning up to get close to her face before doing his weird dragon thing and licking her on the cheek. No, Logan, she might be wearing makeup.

  “Lots of herbs, lots of water, and a little bit of blood.” He points at the cauldron next to his desk. It looks like there’s a fire beneath said cauldron, but nothing seemed to ignite around it. It gave off a pleasant warmth, despite the bubbles in the ready-to-brew water in the cauldron, suggesting its boiling temperature.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

#self harm // Delilah knocks on Logan's door, then just opens it because she knows he won't mind and she needs to do this before she gets too nervous. "Um. Logan...? I... I relapsed again, d-do you have any healing potions I can use?" She bites her lip, always afraid he'll get mad.

  Logan’s earfins prick up and he looks up from his book- that old, leather-bound book he always seems to have on hand- and gives a startled look. He immediately grabs a bottle full of pink liquid off his potions shelf, right above his desk, and bounds over to shove it into her hands.

  Logan’s concerned face is a variation of his angry face, but by now anyone who spends as much time with Logan as Dee does would know the difference.

  “Are you okay???”

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒. -𝑅𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓃

get your shitty font out of my face, pissbag

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

[Jadfell decides that Rowan isn’t worth the effort of pushing him off and crosses her arms.]

i hate you.

[severalsciencenerds]

(Rowan laughs, relaxing comfortably on Jadfell.)

“𝓐𝓷𝓭  𝔂𝓸𝓾  𝓪𝓻𝓮  𝓪𝓷  𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼  𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻.”

(He reaches up, and brushes some of her hair behind her ear.)

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

[Jad hisses and now decides to push Rowan off of their lap.]

don’t you have some people to kill or something???

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

Pip sits next to Matt, giving him a bit of space but also placing her hand over his. "Hey, babe, anything I can do to help?"

  Matt groans.

  “Some tea, maybe?” He whines, and shifts closer to her.

[severalsciencenerds]

“Okay, but I have to get up to make it. I’ll be back in a minute, baby.” She gives him a kiss, and then departs, returning a few minutes later with a mug of tea. It’s half honey, just the way he likes it, and it’s the really good vanilla tea. Pip hands it to him, sitting next to him.

“Sorry the anons are harassing you. I love you.” She kisses him. Smeck.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

  Matt whines again when she leaves. When she comes back, he happily takes the mug, blowing on it gently to cool it. He takes a tentative sip, and presses his side against hers.

  “Thank you, babe. I love you too.” He kisses her back.

[severalsciencenerds]

She brushes his hair behind his ears, snuggling up to him on the futon. “Let’s take a day or two off work. You’ve been dealing with severe bullshit lately, and I’m gonna do my best to treat you.”

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

  Matt sighs a little.

  “That sounds lovely. Thank you,” he repeats, and drinks some more of his tea.

  “Don’t stress yourself, though. It’s fine if your best isn’t as nice as something Rowan or Penny could pull out of their asses.” And that’s partly why he loved Pip. Matt didn’t care for the extreme luxuries that Rowan probably showered himself and Jadfell with. Penny was reasonable- he was rich, but he used his money on far more mundane things, and didn’t redecorate their house to make it look like a castle from the renaissance. Matt was thankful for that.

[severalsciencenerds]

Pip laughs quietly. “Babe, I know you aren’t exactly fond of the rose and pearl. It’s nice, honestly.” She rubs his shoulders, and drapes a comforter around both of them. “I was thinking a day trip, then maybe picking up some Chinese food and coming back here to rewatch Star Wars.”

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

  “Mmm, that sounds fantastic.” He smiles softly has she rubs his shoulders, sipping at his tea.

  “You’re the best. I love you.” He smooches her forehead.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒. -𝑅𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓃

get your shitty font out of my face, pissbag

[severalsciencenerds]

Given that you’re demisexual, I am flattered, but since you “ugh”’d about it, I assumed you were salty about it for some reason.

I failed to account for your unusually high base levels of salinity.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

rowan why are you the way that you are

[severalsciencenerds]

Because, if I was any other way, you wouldn’t find me nearly as annoyingly captivating. And that just won’t do. (He drapes himself across Jad’s lap.)

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

[Jadfell decides that Rowan isn’t worth the effort of pushing him off and crosses her arms.]

i hate you.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

so matt what do you REALLY think about rowan? and what about ness??

Hhhhhhhhhhoooohmygod I hate you.

THEY’RE FUCKING HOT OKAY???? I AM THE LEAST STRAIGHTEST PERSON IN THE FUCKING WORLD. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP TORMENTING ME.

[severalsciencenerds]

(Ness reaches over and kind of. Pats Matt on the head. Ssh. There there.)

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

[Matt complains loudly.]

I don’t need this shit in my life.

[severalsciencenerds]

I mean… Rowan is Rowan, but if you update your lens prescription, I’m like 99% sure that it’ll take care of me, at least. (Ness laughs a little nervously.) You wanna get something to eat?

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

My last check-up was less than a month ago. I’m pretty sure my prescription is just fine.

[Matt feels a little bit better, but that’s probably just because he’s finally gotten to compliment Ness and not worry about “no homo”.]

Yeah, I could eat. You have any ideas?

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒. -𝑅𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓃

get your shitty font out of my face, pissbag

[severalsciencenerds]

Alright, alright, fine.

But you were the one who initiated that, don’t even try and lie. 

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

so??? there’s nothing wrong with that.

[severalsciencenerds]

Given that you’re demisexual, I am flattered, but since you “ugh”’d about it, I assumed you were salty about it for some reason. I failed to account for your unusually high base levels of salinity.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

rowan why are you the way that you are

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

Pip sits next to Matt, giving him a bit of space but also placing her hand over his. "Hey, babe, anything I can do to help?"

  Matt groans.

  “Some tea, maybe?” He whines, and shifts closer to her.

[severalsciencenerds]

“Okay, but I have to get up to make it. I’ll be back in a minute, baby.” She gives him a kiss, and then departs, returning a few minutes later with a mug of tea. It’s half honey, just the way he likes it, and it’s the really good vanilla tea. Pip hands it to him, sitting next to him.

“Sorry the anons are harassing you. I love you.” She kisses him. Smeck.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

  Matt whines again when she leaves. When she comes back, he happily takes the mug, blowing on it gently to cool it. He takes a tentative sip, and presses his side against hers.

  “Thank you, babe. I love you too.” He kisses her back.

[severalsciencenerds]

She brushes his hair behind his ears, snuggling up to him on the futon. “Let’s take a day or two off work. You’ve been dealing with severe bullshit lately, and I’m gonna do my best to treat you.”

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

  Matt sighs a little.

  “That sounds lovely. Thank you,” he repeats, and drinks some more of his tea.

  “Don’t stress yourself, though. It’s fine if your best isn’t as nice as something Rowan or Penny could pull out of their asses.” And that’s partly why he loved Pip. Matt didn’t care for the extreme luxuries that Rowan probably showered himself and Jadfell with. Penny was reasonable- he was rich, but he used his money on far more mundane things, and didn’t redecorate their house to make it look like a castle from the renaissance. Matt was thankful for that.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

so matt what do you REALLY think about rowan? and what about ness??

Hhhhhhhhhhoooohmygod I hate you.

THEY’RE FUCKING HOT OKAY???? I AM THE LEAST STRAIGHTEST PERSON IN THE FUCKING WORLD. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP TORMENTING ME.

[severalsciencenerds]

(Ness reaches over and kind of. Pats Matt on the head. Ssh. There there.)

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

[Matt complains loudly.]

I don’t need this shit in my life.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒. -𝑅𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓃

get your shitty font out of my face, pissbag

[severalsciencenerds]

Alright, alright, fine.

But you were the one who initiated that, don’t even try and lie. 

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

so??? there’s nothing wrong with that.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

put some earth into it, jadfell

go fuck yourself, anon

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

Pip sits next to Matt, giving him a bit of space but also placing her hand over his. "Hey, babe, anything I can do to help?"

  Matt groans.

  “Some tea, maybe?” He whines, and shifts closer to her.

[severalsciencenerds]

“Okay, but I have to get up to make it. I’ll be back in a minute, baby.” She gives him a kiss, and then departs, returning a few minutes later with a mug of tea. It’s half honey, just the way he likes it, and it’s the really good vanilla tea. Pip hands it to him, sitting next to him.

“Sorry the anons are harassing you. I love you.” She kisses him. Smeck.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

  Matt whines again when she leaves. When she comes back, he happily takes the mug, blowing on it gently to cool it. He takes a tentative sip, and presses his side against hers.

  “Thank you, babe. I love you too.” He kisses her back.

[bartenderwithatale-blog]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒. -𝑅𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓃

get your shitty font out of my face, pissbag