#osmp fragrance man

[n0phis]

fragrance man redraw that the discord voted on >:) original under cut

[schlunk]

now we say the prayers

[fragrancerucho]

scented bubbles save me

scented bubbles

[kaytrawrites]

Pub Opening

Summary In which everyone gathers to celebrate the opening of the pub. Hints of newcomers to the community.

Notes Mentions of alcohol drunk by minors, Jack being crass cause it's Jack.

Story

Tommy paced back and forth on the wooden floor of the Pube. He had invited as many people as he could to the grand opening of the Pube, but there was a part of him that was incredibly worried that no one would show up.

“Tommy, you are making me queasy watching you pace back and forth like that.” Jack Manifold said from where he was setting out bottles.

Those words opened the floodgates, and Tommy fell into a long, drawn out babble of words and panic. “What if they don't like it Jack. Like, oh my god, what if it ends up like that story that weird guy in all those colors said. What if no one shows up? They should show up cause they are my friends, but I don’t know some of them very well so they might not show up, since they might not consider me a friend. Oh my god Jack, what if Tubbo doesn't show up? He's my best friend and I want him to show up but him and that Ranboo kid have been getting along really well and Tubbo might ditch me for them-”

“Tommy.” Jack snapped. “Shut up. Listen to me. You asked everyone right to their face, and they all said they would show up. You know how shit some of them are at lying.”

“Yeah, but…” Tommy trailed off.

A sharp rapping on the door frame drew the pair’s attention. “Hey mate.” Philza drawled.

“Phil!” Tommy said, a wide grin spreading across his face. “You came!”

“‘Course, mate.” Phil replied with a head tilt and a smile. “Had to stop and pick up some finger foods just in case,” he held up the wicker basket in his hand.

“Thank you Phil.” Tommy took the basket and set it on the counter. He lifted the lid a bit to peek at the food. The golden shimmer inside made his eyes go wide. “Golden carrots?”

“Best food for their cost-oof!” Phil started, then let out a sound as Tommy grabbed him in a hug. He reached up and patted the young Avian’s head fondly.

“Hey guys!” The slightly echoey voice of Wilbur said as he faded into view.

“Wilbur! Hi!” Tommy released Phil and grabbed Wilbur in a hug. “Thank you so much for coming.”

“Always Tommy.” Wilbur smirked. “Now, I was promised a drink. Jack! Alcohol!”

Jack flipped Wilbur off, but grabbed a mug from under the counter and turned to the small barrels against the back wall.

A tentative taping at the door frame made Tommy look over. The familiar lanky figure of Ranboo waved an elbow. “Hi.” He lifted the bundle of cloth in his arms. “Tubbo is slow to wake up.”

“Er...okay.” Tommy walked over and poked the bundle in Ranboo’s arms. “TUBBO!”

The cloth jerked at the pressure and Tommy’s shout. “I’m up! I’m up!” The cloth lifted and the very tired face of Tubbo poked out. He slid out and yawned.

With Ranboo’s hands freed, he waved at the gathered group. “Niki said that she’ll be up in a few. She’s over at her turtle farm.”

Tubbo marched over to the bar where Jack had handed the beer to Wilbur. He slammed his hand on the counter, making Jack jump. “Mead me!”

Jack turned and set a mug on the counter. Tubbo grabbed it, took a sip and made a face. “This is water.”

“You are a minor.” Jack snapped back.

“What…” Tubbo looked down at the mug. “But…”

Jack sighed at the young bee’s tired and forlorn expression. “Phil- no wait. Wilbur.” He turned toward the Phantom. “Are you willing to be responsible for the kids?”

“Uhhhhh” Wilbur started. “Are you sure you want me to be the responsible adult here?”

Jack frowned. “Phil is the personification of an angel of death and chaos, I’m barely an adult and bartending,” he lifted an empty mug pointedly, “and Niki isn’t here yet.”

Wilbur’s brow furrowed. “What about Schlatt?”

“Maybe. But, I’m betting he’ll be trying to get drunk, so I doubt he would want to.” Jack sighed.

“My ears are burning.” The voice of the Arachnid pastor commented as he walked in. “Bartender! Beer me!”

Jack shook his head, but set a large mug of beer on the counter for Schlatt. The man nodded and picked up the mug. He tipped it back immediately. It took less than ten seconds for the liquid to vanish. “Hmm. Tasty.”

“Ye-ah…” Jack drawled. “I don’t think Schlatt is going to be the responsible adult here.”

“Naw.” Schlatt knocked on the counter. “I’m gonna try and get drunk! Now, beer me!”

Jack sighed and filled up the Arachnid’s mug. “Tubbo, I’ll give you one mead, but after that, you’ve cut off.” He turned to look at Tommy and Ranboo. “The same for you two. One alcoholic beverage, then only water and fruit juice.”

“Okay!” Ranboo chirped. “I wasn’t planning on drinking anything with alcohol anyway.” He shrugged, and bobbed his head happily.

Jack smirked and set a mug of fruit juice down for the Enderian.

Tubbo took his mug of mead with a pout, and took a sip. “Blackberry, apple and rose.” He stated.

“Da’ fuck you on about mate?” Jack snapped.

“Bee.” Tubbo stated, taking another sip of the mead.

The splash of Niki emerging from the airlock drew Tommy’s attention. “Hello!” Niki chirped. Her arms were full of parcels and bottles. “I bring snacks!” She said, smiling.

“Ohh! Thank you, Niki!” Tommy replied. “Uh, put them on the counter. I’ll unpack them.”

Jack sighed as he watched Tubbo sip his beverage. “I will never understand you. Never want to try.” He turned to the bundle that Tommy was eagerly unwrapping, and his expression perked up immediately. “Oh damn! Prawns, whitefish, and squid! Thanks Niki.” The Blazeborn grinned at the bundle of goodies. “This will make a good fry.”

Niki nodded happily and trotted over to the balcony where Phil had settled down and was now gazing out into the sky. “Hello!” She chirped. “How have you been Phil?” She asked, seating herself below the shower.

“Hmm? Oh, I’m do’n alright. Missing Trixtin.” Phil shrugged.

“Oh! When will she be back, do you think?” Niki asked, tilting her head.

“Sometime tomorrow.” Phil nodded. “Can’t wait to see her again. This trip is supposed to be the last time she needs to leave.”

“Can’t wait, Phil.”

Phil nodded, his gaze turning toward the sky again. A sparkle of light across the dark sky made him smile and close his eyes to make a small wish.

Unbeknown to all present, there was a tiny observer in the rafters. A friendly one, but an observer, nonetheless.

[flowerpatchhomos]

Ever notice how the vocaloid song honey I'm home fits fragrance man

Or is it just me

Idk maybe it's the line "a spider preaching with poison on its lips, to get out of here is to promise me a kiss" mostly but like I can't not think about him

[fridgrave]

sketch with my design for fragrance man. idk maybe will finish it later

finished version

[keyslox]

fragrance man but he slays <3333

[witherroze]

The saga of me missing Origins continues

[the-wyzer]

Fragrance Man Redraw! (Origins Schlatt)

[eyedlir]

Late night fragrance man thinking and a little rammie clay fig I made recently ^_^_^_^^_^ i still can’t comprehend how time passes so literally I was shocked to remember how long ago the osmp was

I might color it I might not who knows

[almostdeath]

I am at work, so I dont have the moment to make a long post about it but...me and my boyfriend have been talking for a long time about the OSMP. Especially Fragranceman and Quackity.

It just makes me ecstatic that we have both, Schlatt and Q being autistic. With Quackity masking very well and Schlatt not masking at all.

Quackity at first being rather defensive and cautious because of Schlatts appearance but getting to relax in his presence quite fast as the man just has such a friendly nature. Him showing the duck around the island and the nearest villager village, saying that he has his own little shop, where he sells different oils, scent flasks, strings that are made from his webs etc.

Phantombur....is not a good person in this one. I still enjoy this one fragment from our conversation about them:

When Schlatt is showing Quackity around and Wilbur shows up. Q just seeing how Wilbur tries to "politely" tell Schlatt to leave. And FM just...doenst get the "hints".

And I just imagine that kind of moment to happen

Wilbur: Look...you know how it usually goes, he is a peaceful mob hybrid...while you are....well...*you*. We dont want him to decide that this place is too dangerous for him to stay, right?

FM: *pressing the ears down and starting to fidget with his hands*

Oh...are you scared? I am not venomous! I mean, my dad does have cousins that are like...cave spiders but we didnt inherit the venom! He always jokes that they are toxic....you know...since...toxic is a word used to describe poison and everything but people also...use it to describe other people that say mean things....because those cousins always gossip and spread lies and-

Wilbur: Great story, *Fragranceman* but for now....you should better make sure that your shop wasnt trashed.

So yeah, I would love to take a moment to talk more about all of it! We also acknowledge Quackitys cannibalism (which is...normal for actual ducks) and the fact that Fragranceman prefers vegetables, as they are having a more comfortable texture than meat- and also, Schlatt has good parents in this AU, which is rare for anything that I write-

[n0phis]

Odour Guy

[kinocharlley]

Fragrance men for @justsomextrabitch as my part for @mcytblrholidayexchange ! Hope you like it!

[sardonic-the-writer]

Could I request a Shapeshifter Y/N x Fragrance man, wether it's HC or oneshot I do not mind either <3

!!! fragrance !!! man !!!

• The amount of utter fucking mischief you two get up to is unparalleled

• I'm talking Schlatt hiding behind a fucking bush as you pretend to be another member of the server, doing absolutely fucked up shit

• Or even better, you shape shifting into Schlatt as the both of you parade around like nothing was wrong—leaving everyone else to guess who was who

• "Hey (Y/n), I need some coal—"

• "I'm not (Y/n), what the fucks wrong with you Tommy? Gettin me confused with that bitch now? Hah!"

• "My bad Schlatt—"

• "Nah, I'm only joking with you kid. What did you need again?"

• "Oh fuck off (Y/n)!"

• It's all in good fun of course, but sometimes the two of you will go a little too far. In which case Schlatt takes the blame, preffering that over others being mad with you—although he'd never admit that

• "Hey! Dumbass! That wasn't their fault you dickwad, shut the fuck up!"

• Later you'll poke fun at him for it. It's your way of showing that you're grateful for him. Although you really wish he'd stop messing up his relationships with others for your sake

• "Aww looks like someone cares for me!"

• "You need the shut the hell up before I let Wilbur find out you're the one who stole his diamonds."

• "Shutting up now."

• You're both an unstoppable, crazy, and absolutely wild duo on the server that always has each other's backs

• And you wouldn't have it any other way

[kaytrawrites]

Distilling Scents

Summary In which Tubbo and Ranboo give a gift to a Spider Pastor. Philza is also there.

Notes Jschlatt is an adult and briefly uses crass language.

Story

“Tubbo? Ranboo? Where you at, mates?” Philza asked, floating down into the pair’s shared underground complex. The Elytrian cautiously stepped out of the vertical shaft, settling his wings. He wasn’t a fan of underground spaces, and although the pair had put in a lot of effort to bring the overworld to the underground, Philza still felt a bit claustrophobic down here.

Despite his slight discomfort, Philza inhaled the sweet scents of grass and flowers permeating the space. He looked around, spotting the open piston door across from the entrance to the base immediately. He walked forward into the hub and followed his ears into Tubbo’s work room.

The young Bee had his goggles pulled down while he worked busily on the sheet of metal in front of him. The much taller Enderian that shared the base with Tubbo was leaning against a table, watching. Philza’ movement in the doorway drew Ranboo’s notice and he looked up with a slightly surprised, but happy expression. “Oh! Hi Phil!” He chirped.

“Hey mate.” Philza drawled, his gaze shifting back to the young Bee Engineer busy at work. “He almost done?” He asked.

“Nearly. He has almost all the parts done, just needs to finish this part.” Ranboo nodded happily. “While we wait, do you want a bite to eat?” He offered.

“Sure.” Philza replied, shrugging. He resettled his wings, and followed the lanky Enderian toward the kitchen.

The pair put together a few sandwiches, Philza taking one and Ranboo claiming two for himself. Ranboo did take a moment to put a bit of honey mead in a mug for Tubbo before he began working on his own sandwiches.

It didn’t take long for Tubbo to emerge, and Ranboo held the mug out to Tubbo. The blonde Bee accepted the mug gratefully and took a small sip. He gave Ranboo a smirk. “Blackberry with a hint of Honeysuckle.” He said proudly.

The Enderian stared at the much shorter Bee for a moment before slumping, seemingly defeated. “How do you get it every single time.” He grumbled, rhetorically.

Tubbo jabbed a thumb toward his chest, a grin starting to spread across his face. “Bee.” He stated proudly.

Ranboo rolled his eyes, and took a bite of his sandwich.

Philza smiled at the pair as he finished off his own sandwich.

Ranboo finished his sandwiches quickly, which prompted Tubbo to gulp down the last few sips of his honey mead. The young Bee sighed happily, setting the mug aside. “I’ve got all the parts packed up. Hopefully Father Fragrance is awake early.”

Philza nodded as Tubbo turned to head to the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head. Ranboo followed, also needing to change out of his work clothes.

Philza wandered out of the kitchen and back into the entrance hall. The kids had asked him to tag along, which he was happy to do.

The pair was quickly back, with clean clothes and light armor. Ranboo holding his umbrella in his his hand while he settled his inventory bag. Philza launched himself up with a powerful kick, he landed on the ground around the entrance to the pair’s bunker, and looked down at Tubbo, who had spread his wings and was flying up the shaft to the surface.

A few meters away, Philza saw ender particles gather, compress for a moment, and Ranboo seemed to spawn from space, as if he just popped into existence. The light drizzle outside made Ranboo flinch slightly, and he snapped open his umbrella quickly.

Tubbo joined the pair quickly, and ducked under Ranboo’s umbrella as well, brushing the splatters of water off his wings with a slightly disgusted expression.

It was thankfully a short walk, and as they approached the church, the doors were already open and a warm light emanated from the inside.

Father Fragrance was up and about, already replacing the wilted flowers on the altar with fresh ones. He glanced up when the three entered. “Ah! Welcome to the Church of Fragrance!” He said, spreading his arms wide. The young Arachnid smiled as kindly as he could.

“We made something for you Shla-ah! I mean Father Fragrance!” Tubbo said.

“Really?” Father Fragrance replied, clocking his head in curiosity.

Ranboo nodded. “Yes. Do you have a spare room that we can set it up in? Even a corner of your kitchen would work. As long as it’s in a well-ventilated area.”

“Kitchen would be best.” Father Fragrance replied, tucking his hands into his sleeves. “Follow.”

The four walked to the kitchen, Ranboo in particular nearly wiggling in joy.

Father Fragrance indicated toward a table shoved against the wall. “You can put it there.” He said.

The two young folk quickly got to work unpacking the contraption from Tubbo’s pack. Philza sidled over to the nearly untouched basket of fruit on Father Fragrance’s counter. He grabbed one of the apples and immediately began munching on it.

Father Fragrance glanced at the older man, and smiled slightly. “Feel free to eat anything,” he drawled.

Philza smirked between bites, enjoying the rich appley taste and scent of the fruit. The young Arachnid inched closer, lightly sniffing the fruity scents of the apple, his expression softening.

As the two kids set up the mechanism, Father Fragrance’s eyes went wide as it came together. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked, his voice shaking. “No fucking way.” He said, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Ranboo finished inserting the last piece of the small still. “If you think it’s a Still for distilling scented oils, it’s exactly what you think it is.” He nodded cheerfully.

“No fucking way.” Father Fragrance repeated. He looked at the two kids. “You two. Oh my god. I’m getting choked up.” He said, his voice tight. He brushed his eyes, and smiled. “Oh my god, you kids.”

“You like it?” Tubbo asked.

“Like it? I love it!” He said, moving forward and grabbing the two kids in a tight hug. “First scent I’m distilling will be for you two.”

“You don’t have to…” Ranboo started.

“I’m doing it!” Father Fragrance insisted.

Tubbo looked up at the taller Arachid. “I’m looking forward to it, Schlatt. Ah, I mean Father Fragrance.”

[jimjamjommeron]