Big changes coming soon. ^v^

I've been quiet for the last several months because I've been busy with some personal things.

IUD placement has been a Godsend! No more weeks where I'm just incapacitated by pain.

New blood sugar meds have been preventing crashes.

But the biggest thing taking up my attention has been house hunting.

We finally had enough saved up to put a down payment on a house in September, and have been focusing on finding the place we intend to put down roots and spend the rest of our lives.

On the third of this month, we closed on a 4.6 acre property.

It's an older house, so a lot of repair and updating work needs to be done before we can move in and get the new lofts built.

If all goes well, we should be able to begin construction this summer, and will hopefully be done before fall.

No breeding or hands on rescuing will resume until both new lofts are completed and all of the birds that didn't make the keeper cut go to their permanent homes.

Until they do, fees are capped at $20, which also covers the mate of the bird in question, if they are part of an established pair, and the applicant passes the screening for a pair.

We've been posting brief updates on TikTok every day this month, if you would like to see the flock in action.

My family and I are going to have a lot on our plate for the next few months, so while I do plan to try to update often, I'm not going to take on the stress of promising any specific update schedule before we get settled.

I no longer have Tumblr on my phone, and I'm honestly not sure if I want to download the ap again.

So updates, when I have them, will be in the evenings when I don't have anything pressing hanging over my head.

See you when I see you, dears.

I had been using RP to blow off steam from medical and house hunting stress.

There will no doubt be more house fixing than house hunting stress, but we'll manage.

Here's an update for any one interested.

See you in fall, or winter, if things settle enough.

"Or finding out there is nothing and we're all just alone with no higher anything. I feel like some people wouldn't be able to deal with that idea."

When the arrow hits her and you hear the tell tale sound of someone probably wanting to go pet said skeleton, you pull the bed out of your inventory and set it on the ground.

"Remember to set your spawn before dying. Don't want to make this dark souls with the run backs."

When you spot the skeleton you look around for others, hoping this one was by itself so you wouldn't have much trouble with them.

"I actually don't think many people would be able to handle knowing if there actually is a higher being or not."

"Rright."

He sets the bed down and you dutifully right click it.

"I doon't knoow if therre noot being any higherr anything necessarrily means we'rre aloone."

Orienting on the twang of the bow, you stroll off to meet the skeleton, or at least keep between it and your coplayer.

"Noot like therre arren't knoown rreality bending entities."

You do manage to reach the mob to boop into it before dying from your pin cushioning, and end up in the loving embrace of the same soil.

"Whetherr oorr noot they need us interracting with them just seems like an individual thing."

"Yeah I guess you're right on other reality benders being a thing. Though that just brings up the thought of if they count as higher beings or not."

You watch her strolling to her death, listening as each arrow fires and finds its mark in your co-player.

"And if there is, then I'm sure there are some that would want some interaction but probably wouldn't want us bothering them every five minutes or such."

Once you hear the sound of her returning to that soil textured loading screen in the sky, you wait for her to respawn before moving the bed back to your inventory.

"Like how you're doing for this games god~" he teasingly laughed as he went off to clear out the skeleton for both of you to move on.

"Same shade oof dirrt, but that isn't a surrpurrise."

You hop off the bed to wait patiently for hom to kill that skeleton and a few others that had spawned in.

"Ooh. Looooks like therre's a cave herre."

"Whetherr oorr noot things like the Hoorrrroorr Terrrroorrs coount as 'higherr beings' is a verry interresting oone."

"Hoow woould yoou even goo aboout defining a good?"

"I'll set the bed down near the entrance to the cave, then I don't have to try setting it down every few seconds when we run into enemies." You suggest as you take the final swing at one of the skeletons that had spawned. Clearing out the area for now.

"We should have brought some torches but at least they aren't difficult to make." Once the bed had been placed near the entrance, you take some of the surrounding dirt blocks and make a small cube around the bed, leaving an opening big enough for either of you to get through.

"And yeah, I have no idea how you'd define a God. Like, I feel like they'd have to meet a lot of standards all at the same time, like omniscience and some sort of power. But even then, with the powers some trolls get it'd be hard to tell a God from just a really lucky individual."

As you talk you start to gather materials for crafting torches, using the first ones to light the area around the bed cube to keep mobs from spawning nearby. Then stocking up on them to use in the cave.

"Yeah. Purroobably all soorrts oof neat shit in therre." you purr, strangely comforted by several options for gruesome in game deaths.

Once he finishes the little dirt hut around it you step in range to right click the bed again.

"And cooal usually isn't that farr doown. Maybe we'll find a vein."

With a twitch of arms to approximate a shrug, you stroll into the cave entrance and chirp with delight as you meet a bat.

"Hatched lucky... attained goodhooood thrroough poowerr crreep... Yeah, I've seen my fairr sharre."

"Makes 'good' an absoolute bitch oof a thing too define, and moost oof the beings oorr trroolls with that kind oof poowerr arre asshooles I'd hoonestly rratherr avooid."

"Yeah, so I don't think there really is a good way to quantify what makes someone an actual god or what that even means. The biggest question should just be what our very first origins were and figure shit out from there. If someone made us then I guess that would count as a god. If not then there isn't really much of a way to answer."

You do the same as her by right clicking the bed before moving into the cave. Seeing the bat doesn't alert you, knowing they shouldn't be able to kill her or you.

You also give your own approximation of a shrug "I don't have anything against the people with those god like powers as long as they can put them to a good use. Though it's very rare when that actually happens. Alot of the ones I've heard of are either fleet and hemo loyal or couldn't give much of a fuck and just do what they want with it."

You can hear some noises coming from below as you move deeper into the cave, wondering if this one goes down and connects to whatever is making those sounds or if you'd have to dig down to them which would be the riskier option.

"I can't really tell where the enemies are so far, I can hear some but no idea if this cave actually connects to them. I guess for now just keep and eye out for coal and mobs."

Speaking of which, your pickaxe comes out from the hotbar and swings away at the first coal block you see.

"That'd be a bitch oof a mysterry too unrravel." you sigh.

While he's looking for coal, you keep nearby to avoid agro-ing any more mobs than he can potentially handle.

"Say we everr did. What doo yoou even doo with than infoorrmatioon?"

Every so often, you find coal where he isn't digging and pause there like a living marker.

"But coonsiderring hoow the good-like trroolls arre, it's purroobably foorr the best that any actual goods that may be make themselves unfindable."

Another bat catches your attention, but rather than going after it, you remain where you are like a live beacon.

"Man, I wish Vanilla had the moorrph ability..."

"Or finding out there is nothing and we're all just alone with no higher anything. I feel like some people wouldn't be able to deal with that idea."

When the arrow hits her and you hear the tell tale sound of someone probably wanting to go pet said skeleton, you pull the bed out of your inventory and set it on the ground.

"Remember to set your spawn before dying. Don't want to make this dark souls with the run backs."

When you spot the skeleton you look around for others, hoping this one was by itself so you wouldn't have much trouble with them.

"I actually don't think many people would be able to handle knowing if there actually is a higher being or not."

"Rright."

He sets the bed down and you dutifully right click it.

"I doon't knoow if therre noot being any higherr anything necessarrily means we'rre aloone."

Orienting on the twang of the bow, you stroll off to meet the skeleton, or at least keep between it and your coplayer.

"Noot like therre arren't knoown rreality bending entities."

You do manage to reach the mob to boop into it before dying from your pin cushioning, and end up in the loving embrace of the same soil.

"Whetherr oorr noot they need us interracting with them just seems like an individual thing."

"Yeah I guess you're right on other reality benders being a thing. Though that just brings up the thought of if they count as higher beings or not."

You watch her strolling to her death, listening as each arrow fires and finds its mark in your co-player.

"And if there is, then I'm sure there are some that would want some interaction but probably wouldn't want us bothering them every five minutes or such."

Once you hear the sound of her returning to that soil textured loading screen in the sky, you wait for her to respawn before moving the bed back to your inventory.

"Like how you're doing for this games god~" he teasingly laughed as he went off to clear out the skeleton for both of you to move on.

"Same shade oof dirrt, but that isn't a surrpurrise."

You hop off the bed to wait patiently for hom to kill that skeleton and a few others that had spawned in.

"Ooh. Looooks like therre's a cave herre."

"Whetherr oorr noot things like the Hoorrrroorr Terrrroorrs coount as 'higherr beings' is a verry interresting oone."

"Hoow woould yoou even goo aboout defining a good?"

"I'll set the bed down near the entrance to the cave, then I don't have to try setting it down every few seconds when we run into enemies." You suggest as you take the final swing at one of the skeletons that had spawned. Clearing out the area for now.

"We should have brought some torches but at least they aren't difficult to make." Once the bed had been placed near the entrance, you take some of the surrounding dirt blocks and make a small cube around the bed, leaving an opening big enough for either of you to get through.

"And yeah, I have no idea how you'd define a God. Like, I feel like they'd have to meet a lot of standards all at the same time, like omniscience and some sort of power. But even then, with the powers some trolls get it'd be hard to tell a God from just a really lucky individual."

As you talk you start to gather materials for crafting torches, using the first ones to light the area around the bed cube to keep mobs from spawning nearby. Then stocking up on them to use in the cave.

"Yeah. Purroobably all soorrts oof neat shit in therre." you purr, strangely comforted by several options for gruesome in game deaths.

Once he finishes the little dirt hut around it you step in range to right click the bed again.

"And cooal usually isn't that farr doown. Maybe we'll find a vein."

With a twitch of arms to approximate a shrug, you stroll into the cave entrance and chirp with delight as you meet a bat.

"Hatched lucky... attained goodhooood thrroough poowerr crreep... Yeah, I've seen my fairr sharre."

"Makes 'good' an absoolute bitch oof a thing too define, and moost oof the beings oorr trroolls with that kind oof poowerr arre asshooles I'd hoonestly rratherr avooid."

"Or finding out there is nothing and we're all just alone with no higher anything. I feel like some people wouldn't be able to deal with that idea."

When the arrow hits her and you hear the tell tale sound of someone probably wanting to go pet said skeleton, you pull the bed out of your inventory and set it on the ground.

"Remember to set your spawn before dying. Don't want to make this dark souls with the run backs."

When you spot the skeleton you look around for others, hoping this one was by itself so you wouldn't have much trouble with them.

"I actually don't think many people would be able to handle knowing if there actually is a higher being or not."

"Rright."

He sets the bed down and you dutifully right click it.

"I doon't knoow if therre noot being any higherr anything necessarrily means we'rre aloone."

Orienting on the twang of the bow, you stroll off to meet the skeleton, or at least keep between it and your coplayer.

"Noot like therre arren't knoown rreality bending entities."

You do manage to reach the mob to boop into it before dying from your pin cushioning, and end up in the loving embrace of the same soil.

"Whetherr oorr noot they need us interracting with them just seems like an individual thing."

"Yeah I guess you're right on other reality benders being a thing. Though that just brings up the thought of if they count as higher beings or not."

You watch her strolling to her death, listening as each arrow fires and finds its mark in your co-player.

"And if there is, then I'm sure there are some that would want some interaction but probably wouldn't want us bothering them every five minutes or such."

Once you hear the sound of her returning to that soil textured loading screen in the sky, you wait for her to respawn before moving the bed back to your inventory.

"Like how you're doing for this games god~" he teasingly laughed as he went off to clear out the skeleton for both of you to move on.

"Same shade oof dirrt, but that isn't a surrpurrise."

You hop off the bed to wait patiently for hom to kill that skeleton and a few others that had spawned in.

"Ooh. Looooks like therre's a cave herre."

"Whetherr oorr noot things like the Hoorrrroorr Terrrroorrs coount as 'higherr beings' is a verry interresting oone."

"Hoow woould yoou even goo aboout defining a good?"

"Or finding out there is nothing and we're all just alone with no higher anything. I feel like some people wouldn't be able to deal with that idea."

When the arrow hits her and you hear the tell tale sound of someone probably wanting to go pet said skeleton, you pull the bed out of your inventory and set it on the ground.

"Remember to set your spawn before dying. Don't want to make this dark souls with the run backs."

When you spot the skeleton you look around for others, hoping this one was by itself so you wouldn't have much trouble with them.

"I actually don't think many people would be able to handle knowing if there actually is a higher being or not."

"Rright."

He sets the bed down and you dutifully right click it.

"I doon't knoow if therre noot being any higherr anything necessarrily means we'rre aloone."

Orienting on the twang of the bow, you stroll off to meet the skeleton, or at least keep between it and your coplayer.

"Noot like therre arren't knoown rreality bending entities."

You do manage to reach the mob to boop into it before dying from your pin cushioning, and end up in the loving embrace of the same soil.

"Whetherr oorr noot they need us interracting with them just seems like an individual thing."

"Would you really have wanted to see a God in the afterlife?"

"Knowing that there's such a thing while everything is going on probably wouldn't be all that comforting."

"Plus, they are probably just a big block or something. Not really anything all that interesting."

"For all anyone knows, we could be the gods of a world that was long forgotten about"

"Anything moorre interresting than the face full oof dirrt." you giggle.

Though, a thought crossing your pan extends it into soft laughter.

"Maybe that was the verry boossoom oof the good oof this game!"

"I guess it could be possible that the dirt is part of the God of the game, but then does that make the end and nether parts of a different God or all just part of one?"

You wouldn't be surprised if an update eventually did start dealing with God's and such, many games tended to lean towards those themes lately and it would be interesting to see if there was any actual lore.

"Though if the dirt is part of the God then that just reinforces the fact of how small you are!~ so small that God can just learn over you and you wouldn't notice~"

"I guess we'll have too see if therre is a differrent death scrreen in the Netherr oorr the End."

Well, now you're curious!

"Coould be differrent oones, but it's hoonestly way funnierr too imagine it's eitherr differrent parrts oof the same good oorr that oone good is just Changes outfits based oon eitherr wherre yoou die oorr rresurrect."

"What if this world is part of the gods' torso, the nether is one arm, and the end could be the other? Though that would mean there are still three worlds we haven't gotten to yet."

The idea is kinda fun but you doubt three worlds are going to be added to this game ever. It's more likely more bioms will be added to the other two to fill them out.

"So you're really just gonna run in and die for trying to pet stuff and seeing if the loading screen is different?"

"It's moorre that I was gooing too goo get myself mauled and bloown up and pooisooned and lit oon firre trrying too pet stupid things anyway."

"May as well check the death and rrespawn scrreens foorr signs oof good while I'm at it."

"Foorr Science!"

"I guess that does cross three things off the list then! Petting everything, dying, and checking for God!"

"Honestly I wonder why more people don't do it that way. Just die and tell us if there is a God when you come back!"

"Would cut down on the fanatics probably."

"Heh."

"Surre woould be nice too be alloowed rrespawns too check."

"But faith seems too be a purretty big coompoonent in maintaining any poowerr foorr a good."

"Soo letting us check soo dirrectly woould purroobably might be a bit self defeating?"

"Eh, faith is fun until people learn the truth. Then it just comes down to if people like what they see or if they are horrified by it."

"Checking so easily would also defeat the point of death. The dead shouldn't be able to talk to the living outside of specific circumstances."

"Would probably bug the hell out of the God cause all these random people just strolling up and going 'omg you are real!' Heh"

Your ears twitch a little.

Right, ghosts are a thing he can see.

Like your beloved hivemate, but it reads like he feels a little different...

"Oooof, yeah."

"Imagine finding oout the being yoou'rre devooted too is the oopoosite oof everrything yoou'd been lead too believe aboout them."

"Oorr a foolloowerr finding oout and gooing back."

An arrow pierces you, and you just kinda look down at it.

"Ooooh, skelletoon!"

"Would you really have wanted to see a God in the afterlife?"

"Knowing that there's such a thing while everything is going on probably wouldn't be all that comforting."

"Plus, they are probably just a big block or something. Not really anything all that interesting."

"For all anyone knows, we could be the gods of a world that was long forgotten about"

"Anything moorre interresting than the face full oof dirrt." you giggle.

Though, a thought crossing your pan extends it into soft laughter.

"Maybe that was the verry boossoom oof the good oof this game!"

"I guess it could be possible that the dirt is part of the God of the game, but then does that make the end and nether parts of a different God or all just part of one?"

You wouldn't be surprised if an update eventually did start dealing with God's and such, many games tended to lean towards those themes lately and it would be interesting to see if there was any actual lore.

"Though if the dirt is part of the God then that just reinforces the fact of how small you are!~ so small that God can just learn over you and you wouldn't notice~"

"I guess we'll have too see if therre is a differrent death scrreen in the Netherr oorr the End."

Well, now you're curious!

"Coould be differrent oones, but it's hoonestly way funnierr too imagine it's eitherr differrent parrts oof the same good oorr that oone good is just Changes outfits based oon eitherr wherre yoou die oorr rresurrect."

"What if this world is part of the gods' torso, the nether is one arm, and the end could be the other? Though that would mean there are still three worlds we haven't gotten to yet."

The idea is kinda fun but you doubt three worlds are going to be added to this game ever. It's more likely more bioms will be added to the other two to fill them out.

"So you're really just gonna run in and die for trying to pet stuff and seeing if the loading screen is different?"

"It's moorre that I was gooing too goo get myself mauled and bloown up and pooisooned and lit oon firre trrying too pet stupid things anyway."

"May as well check the death and rrespawn scrreens foorr signs oof good while I'm at it."

"Foorr Science!"

"I guess that does cross three things off the list then! Petting everything, dying, and checking for God!"

"Honestly I wonder why more people don't do it that way. Just die and tell us if there is a God when you come back!"

"Would cut down on the fanatics probably."

"Heh."

"Surre woould be nice too be alloowed rrespawns too check."

"But faith seems too be a purretty big coompoonent in maintaining any poowerr foorr a good."

"Soo letting us check soo dirrectly woould purroobably might be a bit self defeating?"

"Would you really have wanted to see a God in the afterlife?"

"Knowing that there's such a thing while everything is going on probably wouldn't be all that comforting."

"Plus, they are probably just a big block or something. Not really anything all that interesting."

"For all anyone knows, we could be the gods of a world that was long forgotten about"

"Anything moorre interresting than the face full oof dirrt." you giggle.

Though, a thought crossing your pan extends it into soft laughter.

"Maybe that was the verry boossoom oof the good oof this game!"

"I guess it could be possible that the dirt is part of the God of the game, but then does that make the end and nether parts of a different God or all just part of one?"

You wouldn't be surprised if an update eventually did start dealing with God's and such, many games tended to lean towards those themes lately and it would be interesting to see if there was any actual lore.

"Though if the dirt is part of the God then that just reinforces the fact of how small you are!~ so small that God can just learn over you and you wouldn't notice~"

"I guess we'll have too see if therre is a differrent death scrreen in the Netherr oorr the End."

Well, now you're curious!

"Coould be differrent oones, but it's hoonestly way funnierr too imagine it's eitherr differrent parrts oof the same good oorr that oone good is just Changes outfits based oon eitherr wherre yoou die oorr rresurrect."

"What if this world is part of the gods' torso, the nether is one arm, and the end could be the other? Though that would mean there are still three worlds we haven't gotten to yet."

The idea is kinda fun but you doubt three worlds are going to be added to this game ever. It's more likely more bioms will be added to the other two to fill them out.

"So you're really just gonna run in and die for trying to pet stuff and seeing if the loading screen is different?"

"It's moorre that I was gooing too goo get myself mauled and bloown up and pooisooned and lit oon firre trrying too pet stupid things anyway."

"May as well check the death and rrespawn scrreens foorr signs oof good while I'm at it."

"Foorr Science!"

It had been too long.

Way too long, since Nurray had heard anything from her pale crush.

Had he been a client, she would have checked in long ago, and guilt ate at her for that...

But... they hadn't made anything official.

And his Luck might have a hand in preventing contact, if it wasn't in his best interest.

If she wasn't in his best interest...

Although...

If it did, it would probably have prevented him from crossing her pan in the first place...

Deciding that the worst thing he could do was tell her to fuck off in no uncertain terms, she made the decision to go visit Fortun's massive seaside hive.

cotestuck​:

“Predy much.” He admitted, nuzzling her hand and starting to purr again. He wanted to return the face cupping gesture but his free arm was currently poked with a needle and he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to move it.

“How long do I goda have dis ding in for?”

"At least till we get anothah bag 'a fluids in yah." She purred back with the warmest of gentle, sympathetic smiles.

"Lot more dang'rus f'you t'get dehydrated than me."

Glancing up at the thin metal rod, she noted the almost empty bag and leaned out of his immediate line of sight to cover up with a robe and go get a replacement.

"Speakin' 'a that..."

Closed with @cotestuck

t wasn’t entirely clear to you when you started attending this club. It was most likely some day when you were just bored and stumbled upon it, hoping for something to help you think about things besides what…you usually do.

While you didn’t remember why you started visiting it, you did know why you came back. Not only were the drinks and snacks good, but the entertainment was something that you hadn’t been entirely expecting. Live music wasn’t always your cup of tea, but for some reason you found it easy to be drawn to the singer.

She was…gorgeous, for one thing. Stupidly so. Not to mention her voice was amazing. It was calming almost. Tranquil. You rest your chin in your hand as you watch her sing, sighing the softest bit. Sucks you couldn’t do that.

The electric shock that simple hand on your thigh sends up your spine is more than a little pathetic. You’re once again grateful she can’t see your face and the light purple tinge to it. “Hopefully I don’t embarrass myself,” you laugh a bit nervously.

“I’d love to do that, though,” you agree, leaning into her side and taking another cheese bite. “I think I better visit with Kro first, though…I love spending time together, but he’ll be so annoyed if I don’t tell him about you,” you chuckle.

"If we do, at least we'll be in gud comp'neh~" you barely restrain the giggle, so comfortable in their company that the thought of potentially embarrassing yourself in front of them isn't all that upsetting.

But you do have to agree that it seemed a little much right this minute.

"Ah feel yah."

"Ah'mma go check on mah own mwah-rail, soon's Ah can."

You can’t help but smile at the adorable way she says the quadrant name. “What’s your moirails name? Not sure I’ve heard you talk about them much,” you muse, trying to recall what she’d said about them, if anything at all.

"Fortun." you purr fondly.

"He's violet. Realleh likes t'cook."

"Realleh private fellah, tho..." you explain almost apologetically.

"S'Ah dunno wut 'e's a'ight wimme tellin' anehbodeh else."

“Fair enough,” you hum, perking up as your respective entrees are set in front of you. “Kro is the opposite, I think,” you chuckle with a bit of fondness. “I don’t think Ive actually ever seen him wear a shirt,” you muse, cutting into your steak.

You almost sigh with relief as your heavy laden plates are set in front of you.

The rare steak makes your mouth water, but you can't help but giggle at their description of their moirail.

"'s 'e pretteh~" you tease them affectionately as you cut into the meat.

The question has your face darken ever so slightly, tail hitting the booth once more. You take a hearty swig of your lemonade.

“Yeah,” you answer, even more flustered than before as you cut into your steak.

It's so tempting to reach up and scratch behind their ears, but that seems a little invasive and possibly condescending, so you just enjoy a bite of juicy rare steak.

Oh! This place is good! The butter it was seared in practically sings on your tongue, drawing the tiniest little peep of a happy noise out of you and sinking your red eyes blissfully closed.

You’re glad you waited a second to take a bite of your own, or you might have choked on it at the sight of her adorable display. Goddamnit, she was too fucking cute. If you knew she’s enjoy a steak this much you might have suggested it earlier…then again, there wasn’t much earlier to suggest.

Your purr echos her own as you place the meat on your tongue, your eyes not quite closing but your body relishing the taste all the same. “How’s yours?” You ask, tone playful and light with teasing.

"Mm-m!"

You answer them with the tiniest little yummy sound, barely audible over the deep purring.

It's about as close to conversational as you can really stand to get with food in your mouth, but as the bite clears, you more clearly confirm.

"Heavenleh~"

"Gud marblin', just enuff fat aroun' tha edge, real rich!"

"Yurs?"

Her description has you smiling, ears wiggling ever so slightly. “I’m glad you like it. Mines amazing, I’m always a slut for a tenderloin,” you hum, happily cutting off another bite. “Not honestly a huge fan of fat on steaks.”

"Note t'self." you purr fondly, actually making a mental note to try cooking for them next time they visit.

"Ah like tha flavah et traps an tha way et breaks up muscle fibah, but ther c'ain't be too much, 'r tha texchah goes straight t'hell."

Your ear twit he’s curiously at her comment, but as the topic changes so too does your attention. “Marbling is mostly okay as long as the fat…what’s the word…renders? I just don’t like a whole bunch around the edges and stuff. Now brisket? I can get behind fat on a brisket,” you purr, unable to stop yourself from snickering before you take another bite of your delicious lunch.

"Mm!" you agree with their comment about preferring the marbling render with a nod.

"Ah like jus' a liddle around tha edges." you purr, cutting another bite that illustrated your ideal reasonably well, barely the thickness of one of the tines of your stabbing implement.

At the mention of a good brisket, though, your red eyes flutter blissfully closed.

"Lawd, 's'bin too long sinse ah made wun..."

It had been too long.

Way too long, since Nurray had heard anything from her pale crush.

Had he been a client, she would have checked in long ago, and guilt ate at her for that...

But... they hadn't made anything official.

And his Luck might have a hand in preventing contact, if it wasn't in his best interest.

If she wasn't in his best interest...

Although...

If it did, it would probably have prevented him from crossing her pan in the first place...

Deciding that the worst thing he could do was tell her to fuck off in no uncertain terms, she made the decision to go visit Fortun's massive seaside hive.

cotestuck​:

His fins gave a happy flutter.

“I missed you too.” He said with a genuine smile. “Sorry for nod, uh,” His smile turned into kind of a grimace. “Messagin’ back.”

That little flutter pulled Nurray's grin hard to the left with delighted relief, but the admission that he'd missed her just melted her pump.

"Anxieth pan bin a bastahd about tha time?" she hazarded a sympathetic guess, reaching to tenderly cup his cheek with the palm he wasn't squeezing gently.

"Mine shur was about messagin' agin."

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t wasn’t entirely clear to you when you started attending this club. It was most likely some day when you were just bored and stumbled upon it, hoping for something to help you think about things besides what…you usually do.

While you didn’t remember why you started visiting it, you did know why you came back. Not only were the drinks and snacks good, but the entertainment was something that you hadn’t been entirely expecting. Live music wasn’t always your cup of tea, but for some reason you found it easy to be drawn to the singer.

She was…gorgeous, for one thing. Stupidly so. Not to mention her voice was amazing. It was calming almost. Tranquil. You rest your chin in your hand as you watch her sing, sighing the softest bit. Sucks you couldn’t do that.

The electric shock that simple hand on your thigh sends up your spine is more than a little pathetic. You’re once again grateful she can’t see your face and the light purple tinge to it. “Hopefully I don’t embarrass myself,” you laugh a bit nervously.

“I’d love to do that, though,” you agree, leaning into her side and taking another cheese bite. “I think I better visit with Kro first, though…I love spending time together, but he’ll be so annoyed if I don’t tell him about you,” you chuckle.

"If we do, at least we'll be in gud comp'neh~" you barely restrain the giggle, so comfortable in their company that the thought of potentially embarrassing yourself in front of them isn't all that upsetting.

But you do have to agree that it seemed a little much right this minute.

"Ah feel yah."

"Ah'mma go check on mah own mwah-rail, soon's Ah can."

You can’t help but smile at the adorable way she says the quadrant name. “What’s your moirails name? Not sure I’ve heard you talk about them much,” you muse, trying to recall what she’d said about them, if anything at all.

"Fortun." you purr fondly.

"He's violet. Realleh likes t'cook."

"Realleh private fellah, tho..." you explain almost apologetically.

"S'Ah dunno wut 'e's a'ight wimme tellin' anehbodeh else."

“Fair enough,” you hum, perking up as your respective entrees are set in front of you. “Kro is the opposite, I think,” you chuckle with a bit of fondness. “I don’t think Ive actually ever seen him wear a shirt,” you muse, cutting into your steak.

You almost sigh with relief as your heavy laden plates are set in front of you.

The rare steak makes your mouth water, but you can't help but giggle at their description of their moirail.

"'s 'e pretteh~" you tease them affectionately as you cut into the meat.

The question has your face darken ever so slightly, tail hitting the booth once more. You take a hearty swig of your lemonade.

“Yeah,” you answer, even more flustered than before as you cut into your steak.

It's so tempting to reach up and scratch behind their ears, but that seems a little invasive and possibly condescending, so you just enjoy a bite of juicy rare steak.

Oh! This place is good! The butter it was seared in practically sings on your tongue, drawing the tiniest little peep of a happy noise out of you and sinking your red eyes blissfully closed.

You’re glad you waited a second to take a bite of your own, or you might have choked on it at the sight of her adorable display. Goddamnit, she was too fucking cute. If you knew she’s enjoy a steak this much you might have suggested it earlier…then again, there wasn’t much earlier to suggest.

Your purr echos her own as you place the meat on your tongue, your eyes not quite closing but your body relishing the taste all the same. “How’s yours?” You ask, tone playful and light with teasing.

"Mm-m!"

You answer them with the tiniest little yummy sound, barely audible over the deep purring.

It's about as close to conversational as you can really stand to get with food in your mouth, but as the bite clears, you more clearly confirm.

"Heavenleh~"

"Gud marblin', just enuff fat aroun' tha edge, real rich!"

"Yurs?"

Her description has you smiling, ears wiggling ever so slightly. “I’m glad you like it. Mines amazing, I’m always a slut for a tenderloin,” you hum, happily cutting off another bite. “Not honestly a huge fan of fat on steaks.”

"Note t'self." you purr fondly, actually making a mental note to try cooking for them next time they visit.

"Ah like tha flavah et traps an tha way et breaks up muscle fibah, but ther c'ain't be too much, 'r tha texchah goes straight t'hell."

y'know i fucking ADORE when people give their characters like 'earth' nationalities and accents. i hope y'all know

And if you got a character with an accent or a character who has a specific nationality you should rb this w them

🔫 This is not a request

Nurray has a deep southern drawl.

My family is from Mississippi and Louisiana

Risori's cooing purr is not just a typing quirk.

Her lusus was a dove.

Now that she was on solid ground, Kulsot bowed with a flourish.

“Kulsot Amrida, at your service.”

He straightened then, and looked at her, head tilting slightly as he studied her face for a moment, before turning to the other two.

“Okay I can smell that Pidge is bleeding despite the sewer smell on all of you, and you’re holding your arm, so-“

“We’ll be fine, Kul, Pidge just wants to get to his friend, and I’ll have Keo wrap my wrist up when I get hive”

"Soorrrria Desoole', at yoourrs, misterr Amrrida." Risori answered, dipping him as deep a curtsey as her short black dress allowed.

"I'm still fighting fit, soo I'll accoompany them until they dismiss me." she added, a little overwhelmed and uncertain on second thought whether or not Pidge would prefer her escort over the company of Vrayan's likely more familiar moirail.

He had barely seemed ok with the two of them knowing where this apparently more than friend was.

Closed with @cotestuck

t wasn’t entirely clear to you when you started attending this club. It was most likely some day when you were just bored and stumbled upon it, hoping for something to help you think about things besides what…you usually do.

While you didn’t remember why you started visiting it, you did know why you came back. Not only were the drinks and snacks good, but the entertainment was something that you hadn’t been entirely expecting. Live music wasn’t always your cup of tea, but for some reason you found it easy to be drawn to the singer.

She was…gorgeous, for one thing. Stupidly so. Not to mention her voice was amazing. It was calming almost. Tranquil. You rest your chin in your hand as you watch her sing, sighing the softest bit. Sucks you couldn’t do that.

The electric shock that simple hand on your thigh sends up your spine is more than a little pathetic. You’re once again grateful she can’t see your face and the light purple tinge to it. “Hopefully I don’t embarrass myself,” you laugh a bit nervously.

“I’d love to do that, though,” you agree, leaning into her side and taking another cheese bite. “I think I better visit with Kro first, though…I love spending time together, but he’ll be so annoyed if I don’t tell him about you,” you chuckle.

"If we do, at least we'll be in gud comp'neh~" you barely restrain the giggle, so comfortable in their company that the thought of potentially embarrassing yourself in front of them isn't all that upsetting.

But you do have to agree that it seemed a little much right this minute.

"Ah feel yah."

"Ah'mma go check on mah own mwah-rail, soon's Ah can."

You can’t help but smile at the adorable way she says the quadrant name. “What’s your moirails name? Not sure I’ve heard you talk about them much,” you muse, trying to recall what she’d said about them, if anything at all.

"Fortun." you purr fondly.

"He's violet. Realleh likes t'cook."

"Realleh private fellah, tho..." you explain almost apologetically.

"S'Ah dunno wut 'e's a'ight wimme tellin' anehbodeh else."

“Fair enough,” you hum, perking up as your respective entrees are set in front of you. “Kro is the opposite, I think,” you chuckle with a bit of fondness. “I don’t think Ive actually ever seen him wear a shirt,” you muse, cutting into your steak.

You almost sigh with relief as your heavy laden plates are set in front of you.

The rare steak makes your mouth water, but you can't help but giggle at their description of their moirail.

"'s 'e pretteh~" you tease them affectionately as you cut into the meat.

The question has your face darken ever so slightly, tail hitting the booth once more. You take a hearty swig of your lemonade.

“Yeah,” you answer, even more flustered than before as you cut into your steak.

It's so tempting to reach up and scratch behind their ears, but that seems a little invasive and possibly condescending, so you just enjoy a bite of juicy rare steak.

Oh! This place is good! The butter it was seared in practically sings on your tongue, drawing the tiniest little peep of a happy noise out of you and sinking your red eyes blissfully closed.

You’re glad you waited a second to take a bite of your own, or you might have choked on it at the sight of her adorable display. Goddamnit, she was too fucking cute. If you knew she’s enjoy a steak this much you might have suggested it earlier…then again, there wasn’t much earlier to suggest.

Your purr echos her own as you place the meat on your tongue, your eyes not quite closing but your body relishing the taste all the same. “How’s yours?” You ask, tone playful and light with teasing.

"Mm-m!"

You answer them with the tiniest little yummy sound, barely audible over the deep purring.

It's about as close to conversational as you can really stand to get with food in your mouth, but as the bite clears, you more clearly confirm.

"Heavenleh~"

"Gud marblin', just enuff fat aroun' tha edge, real rich!"

"Yurs?"

It didn’t take too long for Vrayan to point out the exit they were to leave via. She bounced over, still holding her arm to her chest, and knocked on it. Between her pushing from below, and someone tugging from above, it opened easily enough and a face peered down.

“You lot are a sight for sore eyes, and smell worse. Come on”

They offered a hand out, pulling Vrayan out by her good arm with little difficulty, then offering it again to help Pidge. He also offered it to Risori, but in a casual way that he would not be offended if she didn’t accept. Vrayan did a quick introduction.

“This is my moirail, Kulsot”

“Charmed to meet you, despite the circumstance”

Vrayan's tight hold on her arm worried Risori to the point of agitation, driving her to circle the two swarm mates warily as they approached the outlet.

There was no mistaking the troll outside for hostile, but she kept to the shadows like a feral purrbeast until both her friends were safely out.

... and it registered that his eyes were candy red.

With a worried glance at Vrayan and Pidge, she accepted Kulsot's intensely warm hand and allowed herself to be pulled out.

"The pleasurre is mine." she assured him as her feet touched the ground.

"I'm Soorrrria."

Closed with @cotestuck

t wasn’t entirely clear to you when you started attending this club. It was most likely some day when you were just bored and stumbled upon it, hoping for something to help you think about things besides what…you usually do.

While you didn’t remember why you started visiting it, you did know why you came back. Not only were the drinks and snacks good, but the entertainment was something that you hadn’t been entirely expecting. Live music wasn’t always your cup of tea, but for some reason you found it easy to be drawn to the singer.

She was…gorgeous, for one thing. Stupidly so. Not to mention her voice was amazing. It was calming almost. Tranquil. You rest your chin in your hand as you watch her sing, sighing the softest bit. Sucks you couldn’t do that.

The electric shock that simple hand on your thigh sends up your spine is more than a little pathetic. You’re once again grateful she can’t see your face and the light purple tinge to it. “Hopefully I don’t embarrass myself,” you laugh a bit nervously.

“I’d love to do that, though,” you agree, leaning into her side and taking another cheese bite. “I think I better visit with Kro first, though…I love spending time together, but he’ll be so annoyed if I don’t tell him about you,” you chuckle.

"If we do, at least we'll be in gud comp'neh~" you barely restrain the giggle, so comfortable in their company that the thought of potentially embarrassing yourself in front of them isn't all that upsetting.

But you do have to agree that it seemed a little much right this minute.

"Ah feel yah."

"Ah'mma go check on mah own mwah-rail, soon's Ah can."

You can’t help but smile at the adorable way she says the quadrant name. “What’s your moirails name? Not sure I’ve heard you talk about them much,” you muse, trying to recall what she’d said about them, if anything at all.

"Fortun." you purr fondly.

"He's violet. Realleh likes t'cook."

"Realleh private fellah, tho..." you explain almost apologetically.

"S'Ah dunno wut 'e's a'ight wimme tellin' anehbodeh else."

“Fair enough,” you hum, perking up as your respective entrees are set in front of you. “Kro is the opposite, I think,” you chuckle with a bit of fondness. “I don’t think Ive actually ever seen him wear a shirt,” you muse, cutting into your steak.

You almost sigh with relief as your heavy laden plates are set in front of you.

The rare steak makes your mouth water, but you can't help but giggle at their description of their moirail.

"'s 'e pretteh~" you tease them affectionately as you cut into the meat.

The question has your face darken ever so slightly, tail hitting the booth once more. You take a hearty swig of your lemonade.

“Yeah,” you answer, even more flustered than before as you cut into your steak.

It's so tempting to reach up and scratch behind their ears, but that seems a little invasive and possibly condescending, so you just enjoy a bite of juicy rare steak.

Oh! This place is good! The butter it was seared in practically sings on your tongue, drawing the tiniest little peep of a happy noise out of you and sinking your red eyes blissfully closed.

Vrayan paused, and pulled her phone out, sending off a quick text. There was surprisingly good reception down here. It didn’t take long for her to get a reply back. “Mmm we passed a turn on the way here, should be up ahead, go down it” She started walking again

Pidge was happy to follow the girls, walking gingerly,

"Thank yoou."

On sight of it, Risori turned down the fork, taking a moment to send her partner the update.

Pigeon rescued, five coldblooded abductors killed, confirmation that she had not suffered any injury, the change to their returning rout, and a warning that some member of Vrayan and Pidge's swarm was nearby.

"Would you really have wanted to see a God in the afterlife?"

"Knowing that there's such a thing while everything is going on probably wouldn't be all that comforting."

"Plus, they are probably just a big block or something. Not really anything all that interesting."

"For all anyone knows, we could be the gods of a world that was long forgotten about"

"Anything moorre interresting than the face full oof dirrt." you giggle.

Though, a thought crossing your pan extends it into soft laughter.

"Maybe that was the verry boossoom oof the good oof this game!"

"I guess it could be possible that the dirt is part of the God of the game, but then does that make the end and nether parts of a different God or all just part of one?"

You wouldn't be surprised if an update eventually did start dealing with God's and such, many games tended to lean towards those themes lately and it would be interesting to see if there was any actual lore.

"Though if the dirt is part of the God then that just reinforces the fact of how small you are!~ so small that God can just learn over you and you wouldn't notice~"

"I guess we'll have too see if therre is a differrent death scrreen in the Netherr oorr the End."

Well, now you're curious!

"Coould be differrent oones, but it's hoonestly way funnierr too imagine it's eitherr differrent parrts oof the same good oorr that oone good is just Changes outfits based oon eitherr wherre yoou die oorr rresurrect."