//Age verification rolled out where I live cuz of local laws. I'm not comfortable giving out my personal info to a place I barely use, to verify my age. I'm 30, I'm not fuckin' with this for roleplay on social media. If you would still like to write, find me over on Twitter: @ ghost0fkamina

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝘉𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦! #DndRp #Mvrp #Blueskyrp #Roleplay

Oh, gods, what kind of sweets *did* he like? Tat's associate wasn't someone he knew specifics of in terms of his palette. Though, Tat had an idea. "How about a sampler box of your best-sellers?" He offered a smile and tapped his claws on the table. "That should do just fine, actually. Gives him+

Oh, to leave her in the dark, or bring his thoughts into the light. Decisions, decisions. "I think I'd rather show you," he said plainly, consuming the cream puff in a few chomps and a satisfied swallow. "There's a tailor I know of not far from here, does good work. Care to take a little day trip+

Tat was caught, simply put. He blinked away his thoughts but they lay upon him like warm, silken sheets. "Ah, just daydreaming, I suppose." He leaned forward in his seat. "Wondering what would look best on you, my dear."

Imagining @strawbshortstack.bsky.social in various attire. Gods help him...

"How can I not? I'm being proved right, *and* my favorite lady is looking adorable whilst doing so." He leaned over the counter, elbow upon it with his chin in his hand. "It's free entertainment. Though, I may need some nourishment to go with this kind of show." He eyed her for a moment, then+

"Tail," he answered matter-of-factly. "Your tail twitches and swishes and you tend to hop sometimes." His lips cracked in a grin. "You also stomp your feet when you get a bit too upset."

"You *do* have some characteristics inherit to rabbits..."

"It's because I got turned into a rabbit that one time... don't take it any other way..."

The look in her eyes made his heart skip a beat, and the way she spoke painted a smile on tired lips. "Then know I am always at your beckon call, my dear." Another bite, another grunt of satisfaction. As the sun set around them, draping the shop in its glow, his eyes focused on the goblin. Oh,+

"Mielle, I have enough stories to last a lifetime. There will be no shortage, I assure you." Clawed hands curled around the box and drew it inward, and he offered one final smile before turning to the door and looking back. "It's a date, then? I'll have things prepared next time I visit, but I'll+

Tat listened, and upon her indication that it *couldn't* be scary made him frown. "Ah, then a Quasit is out of the question, even if we dressed it up in a little outfit." His claws tapped the table, eyes focused somewhere else as he thought. "Perhaps a Pseudodragon can be a lookout, and a Fire+

"Mm, no." One hand closed around both of hers, his face leaning in close and stealing a kiss. A stunning manuever, retrieving the extract from her and pulling back to leave her on the counter. "You get to relax. I'm baking a pie. Well, more like a meat pie." He smirked. "A stew pie, if you will."

He slept in much longer than he planned. So, what has he missed?

Setting a bowl of piping hot stew in front of [Reader]. "Eat up."

Stew. He's making stew. Come try a bowl, if you're feeling peckish.

Who would win in a turf war, You or…. Pete?

Looking at photos from her days in Astera always made the duel blade user happy. Maybe she’d have to take some of her new friends there for a visit one day.

bean ;; Sometimes I wonder who authorized those hips, then I realize it's the furious Rajang armor . <-- this user hates furious Rajang with a passion

"Stray? Of course not." He chuckled and reached a hand out, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. "You always have a warm place to come home to with me, Mielle." He then pointed to the cabinet just out of his reach, but now in hers. "Could you snag me some extract, please?"

Stew. He's making stew. Come try a bowl, if you're feeling peckish.

"I'm not sure how well that would really be, but I'm sure whatever you bake will be just wonderful." Another bite, a louder purr. He chuckled after he swallowed and watched Mielle for a moment, unable to get that smile off his face. "Thank you, really. For everything."

Yes, he had to go. His work was never done, especially with so few adventurers in supply these days. He saw her little smile wobble, and it made his heart ache. "Sharing a nice dinner with you might make up for all the times I've fled, perhaps?" Tat offered a little smile to go with his softer+

Shammy, the Palico in question, had been spoiled rotten with pets and play time outside of their grueling list of expeditions and assignments. He hadn't even noticed Tat sitting there, watching them as he sipped a mug of something warm and strong. "I was hoping you'd accompany me, Erik." Tat sat+

bean ;; Let me not think and write silly things Mielle would say about your muse!

bean ;; Let me not think and write things Bianca would say about your muse!

bean ;; I don't write on here as much as I would like to, but the fatalis armor arc for Bianca I've had for years has plagued my mind for weeks again and... I might just write corrupted bianca, the build up to it hurts me the most.

Get out of the way Bianca….. the real star of the show is here. ✨PETE✨

"Charm? Me? Aha, I suppose so." How many times had he visited the shop? Five, six times a week? Hells, whenever he was in town, honestly. "Your cream puffs are the best in the continent, if I may be so bold in saying so." He punctuated the declaration with a tap of his claw. "Speaking of?+

Tat eyed the piece of cake for a moment, giving it a sniff before taking it into his maw and chewing. After several seconds he let out a purr, not unlike a cat, and smiled at her. "It must be magic. I feel better already." Maybe it was because Mielle made it.

Scooping up @strawbshortstack.bsky.social and putting her on the counter. Behold.

bean ;; Due to a few uncomfy messages OOC from some people (none of you who are seeing this) I’ll be making rules and posting them under my pinned post & unfinished art of Mielle!! Nothing RP wise will change, this is just for my own anxiety! And a heads up if timeline is cluttered for a bit!

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"Suppose so, you don't see many Tieflings looking exactly like myself." He gave an honest shrug, tapping his horns with his knuckles. "You're unique as well, Mielle. Truly one of a kind."

...Ah.. His ale is her cake, it seems...Tragic. He's still going to find whoever said that and teach them a lesson.

"...No, my father worked the docks at the coast, my mother was most likely some kind of Archdemon." Seems the flirtatious compliment went right over the Tiefling's head.

Exactly, therefore he must avenge her pride and confidence. So, spill it: who are they? Who said such a thing? He'll ensure they understand *very* clearly what they did wrong.

Who are they? What do they look like? He just wants to talk to them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐎𝐅 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀☾⋋𝙆𝘼𝙇𝘽𝙀𝙆⋌☽ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⦗ #ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏʀᴘ #ᴍᴠʀᴘ ⦘

Making stew, as always.

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Surprisingly, he *does* stay still, blinking and feeling the tendril wrap up around him. "Hm. Snug."

"Sorry, not on the schedule today." He gave her a glare. "Perhaps if you asked *nicely* next time?"