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RP/Askblog for my Tavern Owner Chilchuck AU! Asks always open :) Current # of Drafted Posts: 16

[halffootguildofficial]

"In case you haven't noticed, this is a half-foot establishment. Of course we serve dwarven ale."

Instead of continuing the dungeoneering business after a risky succubus hunting venture, Chilchuck Tims found himself a decent sized tavern to run and formed the half-foot guild in the process. Though he was unable to stop his wife from becoming an adventurer herself, he finds that focusing on the guild aboveground is the best way he can support her and all the other half-foots that come to the Mimic's Claw to broker contracts in all sorts of professions. Taking care of three children, running a tavern AND a guild is hard work, but it's rewarding. If only all three of his girls weren't stubborn enough to become adventurers too, maybe then he wouldn't have to worry so much.

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Hihi! You can call me anything you like, but I'll usually just refer to myself as Chilmun!

As you can probably guess, this is an askblog for my Tavern Owner Chilchuck AU! Though I was encouraged to make this by @askjulipmei, this is an independant blog, I think. I'm mostly just doing this for fun, there's no real rigid structure or anything. I'm happy to write with whoever wants to!

I dunno if this'll come up at some point, but I'm not a minor.

My current way of doing things is typing up my responses the moment I see them and sending them to drafts to add art to later. I end up waffling quite a little bit, but if your replies are shorter, then that's completely fine! I'm just happy you're rping with me. I'm super easy to please. ^^'

Thanks for reading!

[halffootguildofficial]

Show me your browser search history.

- @askhelki

"...browser search history...?"

Chilchuck has no idea what a browser search history is, nor does he have one. He doesn't even know what a computer is. He's not up-to-date with elven technology.

[halffootguildofficial]

YOUR ART IS SO EDIBLE IT TASTES SO GOOD

Anonymous asked: (I really love your Chilchuck, he's just a cutipie!!! I wanna smooch his cheeks, so adorable. Love your artstyle too >3< *gives you and your Chilchuck flowers*)

Anonymous asked: eats you up

Anonymous asked: Aww, your Chilchuck is so pretty. Kinda wanna smooch him

tysm for all your support!

[ask-mithrun]

"I've already asked the jester and Marcille, but they weren't much help... Do you have any idea how to reverse transformation magic? Being a tallman is really inconvenient. I want to go back to being myself again as soon as possible, but everyone just keeps talking about changeling spores, and I know it's not that."

"If you don't... Then can I just have a double portion of noodles? I'm starving..."

--@halffootguildofficial

He runs to the (now) tallman — Tip-toed and face a little too close for comfort, staring at the other man's clothing. It was an awkward position, one that both were very much aware of. But Chilchuck knows how futile it is to question Mithrun's behavior. But knowing him, he probably doesn't care about its implications.

" ... You're right — it isn't changling mushroom. If it were, you would be covered by its spores "

He wipes his finger against chilchuck's shoulder, showing the empty digit.

" You say it is due to transformation magic, no? you do realize that the form of art is ... ancient magic. Right? "

[halffootguildofficial]

Even with Mithrun standing on his tiptoes, he still doesn't really get anywhere higher than Chilchuck's collarbone. Still, the tallman leans back a little, immediately turning defensive.

"How the hell am I supposed to know what's magic and what's ancient magic?" he scoffs, and his voice takes on an overtly sarcastic quality, "Oh- yeah! Yeah! You've caught me! I, a humble tavern man, just so happened to turn myself into a tallman with dark magic, even though I know that every half-foot who comes across dark magic artefacts goes missing without a trace! I just couldn't help myself! I just really wanted stupidly small ears!"

Chilchuck gives a 'tch' and looks away, scowling. He's very clearly agitated, but it's all an elaborate attempt to hide that he's scared. Scared of the very scenario he's just mentioned, of being taken away from all he's ever known and locked away for the rest of his life.

Feathers obviously ruffled, he mutters a quiet "I liked myself just fine the way I was, thank you very much..." under his breath.

[halffootguildofficial]

(sending Lumi after this brother too for fun)

Lumi sits down on a barstool his ears perked up and twitching above their head. The white-furred kobold tapping their claws against the counter, quietly clearing their throat.

"..Something...sweet?" The Kobold managed out, ears twitching on top of their head with every little sound. They'd been to this bar a couple times, but usually never sat at Chilchuck's bar, so this was new.

It was easy to tell the poor pup was timid, with how every loud shout caused them to flinch and jump like a pup in their first storm.

Chilchuck's seen this kobold a few times, naturally. The caninefolk stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of tallmen, half-foot, dwarven and gnomish clientelle. they'd never caused a lick of trouble for anyone. They left other people alone, and often, they were left alone in kind.

Though sweet things don't tickle his fancy, Chilchuck does have a large supply of sweet drinks thanks to a certain elf who's decided to make herself at home on several occasions. The fruity drink that's placed in front of the kobold is a stratos blue that looks plum when the light hits it just right. The tavern man, a tallman for the time being, is sat on the floor behind the bar, with his tavern being a half-foot establishment, behind the bar had a the raised platform so his employees could stand at eye-level with their patrons. Whilst it was perfect for him and his employees, it made standing impossible for a tallman, especially one as tall as him.

"No need to look so jumpy, y'know. If anyone here gives you any trouble, they'll be right out." His tone is authoritative but not unkind. "The group over there're just celebrating a good expedition, from what I've heard."

[realcourtjester]

"You know things about magic, don't you? Every time you come to the tavern, it's to study.... Do you have any idea how to turn a tallman back into a half-foot?"

It seems that one of the only people Thistle knew who was shorter than him is now one of the tallest people he knows. Chilchuck, a good 200cm tall right now, peers down at him.

"I don't know much about magic, so I don't know if this is something common or not. I certainly haven't heard much about people changing race before..."

--@halffootguildofficial

"Eh, kinda. I'm currently studying basics of other magic systems.. ie dwarvish... as well as mana control, but I might be able to help,"

He glares at you.

Thistle stands up on whatever is around him because he doesn't enjoy being short. He's still shorter than you, just less-so.

"It's definitely not common... unless you ran into some changling mushrooms. Just go bathe. If that doesn't work, scrub down again, then talk to me."

[halffootguildofficial]

Chilchuck watches him struggle to equal out their height, and at the very least, slouches a little, but it doesn't really do all that much. At least he's trying.

Thistle's explaination about learning other magic systems flies over his head, but he does seem a little surprised to hear there's a Dwarven magic system, considering their culpability for magic was even lower than Half-foots, but he's not a magic buff and never has been, so he elects not to comment on it. It's not what he's here for anyways.

"I didn't run into any mushrooms..." he sighs, fiddling with his ears again. He's evidently still not used to them. "Someone cast a spell on me."

[askmarcille]

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about magic that turns people into tallmen, would you?"

The man in front of her is tall, even for a tallman, but he's familiar enough from past experience that Marcille knows who this is. It's Chilchuck! Well, okay, it's not her Chilchuck, but it's the Chilchuck who runs the tavern she likes so much. Awkwardly, he fiddles with his ears, head ducked so he doesn't accidentally bang his head on any doorframes. Again.

He sighs, peering down at her, "It was interesting at first, but it's really starting to get in the way of my work..."

--@halffootguildofficial

"Changling shrooms can-"

*She pauses as she looks up at the alternate universe version of Chilchuck, now as a tallman. She freezes in her tracks, emerald eyes wide and cheeks flushed. The tips of her ears are a bright red the longer she stares. And while she knows it's rude, she's not exactly looking away anytime soon.*

"Holy shit."

[halffootguildofficial]

Chilchuck looks pretty exhausted, seemingly not having had a good night's sleep on account of no longer fitting in any of his beds. He's honestly just thankful that some of his clothes changed with him, otherwise it would have been a nightmare finding clothes that were big enough for him to wear.

He stares down at Marcille's face, her flushed cheeks and wide eyes, and has to look away. He has a sneaking suspicion of what she's going through right now.

Choosing to play dumb, he simply frowns down at her, "...is there something on my face...?"

[halffootguildofficial]

hi, chilchuck!! so, last week...actually, wait context! I've been inspired by you lately, and I've been looking for a job. I applied to one I really wanted, and suddenly last week I found out I had an interview the next day!

then...i got hired!!! yippee!!! 🥳 you're like, the patron saint of employment or something, so thank you!!! hehe, u got any tips for someone new to the workforce? I start tomorrow!! ^^

- (could I be 🥣 anon here :3 )

"Inspired by me, huh... You sure know how to make a guy feel special..."

"The best advice I can give is to remember that no matter what, your job is your job, and your employers aren't your friends. Often times, they're more interested in squeezing as much productivity out of you for the least amount of money to maximize profit. Don't give them an inch or they'll take a mile. Follow your contract to the letter, and for goodness sake, use your breaks and holidays."

"If your job has a union or guild, join it, get involved in it, be part of the change that fights for you. You're strong, but you're stronger when you're supported by your community."

"And no matter what kind of job it is, take pride in it. There's no such thing as an unskilled job- Well. That's only if you're ignoring landlords and their ilk, heheheh."

[halffootguildofficial]

Heyyy, Chilchuck . . Did you order flowers —

Kabru pulls out a bouquet of them out from behind his back, offering them to the half-foot. He's smiling, but it's different from the normal charmer one he's out on in front of the man thus far. It's sheepish, almost.

I . . you saw, I had a little too many than I really knew what to do with. They literally buried me, I didn't exactly want them to go to waste. Thought maybe you could make use of them, decorate the shop a bit more.

— @ask-utayaboy

Chilchuck is entirely unprepared to be gifted a bouquet of flowers out of the blue, especially not from Kabru of all people. Red crops up across his face, and he's staring at the flowers in question. Evidently they mean something to him.

"...Rosebay Willowherb...?"

"It's- not a shop," Chilchuck grumbles eventually, but he's reaching out to take the bouquet of flowers anyways. He's flustered and doesn't quite know how to deal with it, so it comes out as something a little harsh. "I don't even know where I'm going to put these... Or if I have a vase to put them in...."

He turns to go and look for one, but then pauses and looks back to Kabru. His expression shifts through several emotions, embarrassment, confusion, frustration... Evidently, he's not quite sure what to do with himself.

"...Uhm. Thanks. For the flowers."

[halffootguildofficial]

*Casts a spell that turns you into a Tall-man until further notice.* ^-^

"New shipment of some new drinks has just come in. When you've got a minute, I'd like you to go and add them to the chalkboard menu. I'd do it myself, but Ashbrynn hasn't shown up for work today and-"

"Ow!"

A loud cracksound fills the room as Chilchuck goes from being 3'7" one moment to 6'7" the next. Beltohl sighs before going back to their work.

"A little warning would have been nice.... It's better than being a coin bug, that's for sure..."

[halffootguildofficial]

fun fact! your amulet only works if you leave it outside to charge in moonlight for a night. (i’m tooootally not lying about this so i can steal your amulet. you can trust me :) )

"...I could have sworn I put them out on the windowsill last night... Huh. I should ask Dan if he's moved them... Last thing I wanna do is turn into a treasure bug again..."

[halffootguildofficial]

Good evening chilchuck.

*he waves a seeled up container, showing it to the half foot*

I was trying out a recipe, and it seems that i have made extra. I thought, maybe you would like to have some.

That... dwarf. Sharing your cooking is one way to enjoy the act. Or... something like that—

Its best to eat it now. But i have separated the noodles from the broth in case you want to eat it later.

- @ask-mithrun

(For context. Look at my recent post. El oh ell)

There is so much vanilla extract in those noodles that Chilchuck, with his heightened senses, can smell the vanilla and alcohol from a mile away, even through the container. He covers his nose and glares at the noodles like they've personally offended him, completely repulsed. Part of him wonders if maybe he's done something to piss Mithrun off and this is how he enacts revenge. God, he hopes not.

"...I think I'll pass, thanks. I'm not a fan of... sweet things. Or poisoning myself. You should ask Kabru, he loves trying people's experimental booze."

[ask-mithrun]

"Oh... i see..."

there is genuine disappointment in his voice. Like he wanted the half foot to eat his cooking — perhaps this is what the dwarf ment by sharing a meal. Or well, the lack of it.

"Hmph, Perhaps i was mistaken then — when i heard you mention you're intrested in my cooking..."

[halffootguildofficial]

"Ugh. Yes, I'm interested in your cooking- I've smelled your food before and it smelled just fine." Annoyed, he points at the offensive thing in Mithrun's hand and winces as the smell hits him like the kick of a horse. Vile. "I'm not interested in whatever biohazard you've concocted there. How you can't smell it is a mystery to me. Just trust me, alright? You shouldn't go feeding that to people. You'd kill them."

He accidentally breathes in a bit more and coughs, looking away. His head hurts. "What... What did you even put in it? Moonshine? Are you trying to poison someone...?"

[halffootguildofficial]

((I've hit a bit of a rut when it comes to answering replies or asks, BUT in the meantime: here's a set of race swaps for my chilchuck :))) hopefully there is a chuckster for every1!))

[halffootguildofficial]

HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHH! can I have AS MANY of your most EXPENSIVE drink possible :3? Just make sure there is nothing left in this wallet!

"I'm afraid I'm gonna need your age and the age of maturity for your race before I let you drink any kind of alcohol, otherwise you're restricted to the non-alcoholic half of the drink menu."

Chilchuck takes the wallet, looks over it for a moment, and then looks over to Squeaker again, clearly unenthused, "and if you're going to bleed my other self's wallet dry, you should probably take out the id card first."

[halffootguildofficial]

Good evening chilchuck.

*he waves a seeled up container, showing it to the half foot*

I was trying out a recipe, and it seems that i have made extra. I thought, maybe you would like to have some.

That... dwarf. Sharing your cooking is one way to enjoy the act. Or... something like that—

Its best to eat it now. But i have separated the noodles from the broth in case you want to eat it later.

- @ask-mithrun

(For context. Look at my recent post. El oh ell)

There is so much vanilla extract in those noodles that Chilchuck, with his heightened senses, can smell the vanilla and alcohol from a mile away, even through the container. He covers his nose and glares at the noodles like they've personally offended him, completely repulsed. Part of him wonders if maybe he's done something to piss Mithrun off and this is how he enacts revenge. God, he hopes not.

"...I think I'll pass, thanks. I'm not a fan of... sweet things. Or poisoning myself. You should ask Kabru, he loves trying people's experimental booze."

[askchilchuck]

chilchuck?.. CHILCHUCK?? oh gosh- *grabs a fishing pole and casts a line into the cranberry bog* pleasedontdrownpleasedontdrow-

Everyone attempts to save Chilchuck, but he's too far away for anyone to reach.

...How did-

...Can I please have my wallet back, Squeak?

[halffootguildofficial]

"...."

".........Huh?"

[halffootguildofficial]

A exhausted elf shows up, ears bent down, chips taken out of both of them, and a golden collar on their neck. They're a Canary, evidently a new one since their ears haven't even healed yet.

"Give me your strongest alcohol." The elf huffed, sitting at the bar, rubbing their temples before their jerked up, remembering their manners. "Shit, sorry, I mean please get me your best alcohol."

The elf grabs a pouch full of coin, setting it onto the bar, before settling back down, hiding their head into their folded arms.

Chilchuck scoffs at the elf's words, shaking his head. This elf is not the first to have a lack of proper manners, but they're one of the few to correct themselves. He's served canaries before, or rather, he's served an ex-canary before, but he doesn't know all that much about them. Doesn't know that the cut ears mean they've committed some kind of crime.

"Best and strongest aren't the same, I'm afraid," he says in a concilliatory manner. What he sets down is intended to be the best of both, something that will definitely get the canary hammered without going down like drinking acid. He picks up the pouch, opens it up, and takes what he's owed, and sets the pouch back down. He's an honest businessman, after all, and they look like they can use all the coin they can get.

"Rough day at work?"