𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙘

It has been ages since he used his original form, so why not take a small break and return to it?

And what the hell, why not use his magic to alter the color of his ectoplasma that shelters his skeletal form? Could be a fun way to pass the time.

Good thing no one is around~

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.. 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 .. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬—

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𝗡-𝗦𝗙𝗪 / 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘 / 𝗖𝗢𝗗𝗠𝗪𝟮 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 / 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 / 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗪/𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗠

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𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴

" Fine then. I did promise you all a small tease last Sunday, and I failed to do so.

So let me make it up to you all, as a way to say thank you for becoming regulars. "

𝙕 𝙞 𝙥 . . .

" Don't be shy to take a photo, it will last a while~ "

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝒀𝑶𝑼┈
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝓢𝑾͟𝑬͟𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹 . . .ᐟ
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⠀⠀⠀Ready for this
⠀⠀⠀⠀'𝗱𝗼𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲' .ᐣ
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A study room with a desk in the middle, a couch on the left hand side, and a bookshelf lined with books on the right. The center of the backmost wall contains a fireplace, currently not in use. The mantle above houses curios.

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘇𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀.

𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧.𝗩. 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀,

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗽

" Hmm..? OH? Hey! What are you doing up here? The bar is downstairs. "

He might be a skeletal lich with a human body, but he loves the hot water on his skin! He can't have a kind patreon knowing where he sleeps!

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⠀⠀⠀ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ɪɴ ʜɪs 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ₜₑₗₗ ᵧₒᵤ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʙᴜᴛ 🇱​ 🇮​ 🇪​ 🇸​ . . .ᐟ

Ｔａｙｌｏｒ， Ｙｏｕｒ Ｆｒａｔ Ｂｒｏ!

Qᴜᴇᴇʀ ᴅᴜᴅᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ 20ꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ
ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ
ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍɪᴇ!
ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ʙʀᴏ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

"Ｌｉｑｕｉｄ ｃｏｕｒａｇｅ"

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Perhaps all three. All anyone knows is that he (or they, or it) can open rifts between worlds with a flick of the wrist and pour drinks that calm demons, break curses or even soothe the mind and soul.

So don't be shy to step inside and explore this bar and all its secrets.

They’re entering neutral ground, a place where status means nothing. A liminal haven stitched together by ancient magic and anchored by the will of its keeper—a mysterious figure known only as Malric.

No one knows what The Bartender is. Human? Lich? Forgotten deity?

And the door? It never stays the same. For each patron, it appears where and when they need it the most: in the middle of a cursed battlefield, on a dying spaceship, or between dreams.

Each time someone steps through, they aren’t just entering a bar.

called it Velvet Rift.

This is no ordinary tavern. Its wooden floor creaks with the weight of gods, ghosts, murders, forgotten legends, heroes from afar, and even mortals. Its ceiling holds constellations not found in any sky

✯ 𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 ✯

Nestled in a fold of existence where time doesn’t pass, and space forgets its boundaries, there lies a bar with no fixed location, yet infinite doors. It’s known by many names—the Last Sip, The Breachhouse, The Wandering Flask—but most simply

✯ 𝘼𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ✯

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" 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩. 𝘚𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰. "