Pirate Queen

Hello! Since I am an RP Blog who also just reblogs things that are sort of related I thought I should do a post!

Here are my very old rules My very old about My very old verses

I guess the only really important thing to know if you’re not an RP Blog is that if it is tagged with ‘cat roleplays’ please do not reblob it. (It’s also convenient if you’re just here for shenanigans and want to not see my RP stuff!) I’ve found a lot of people I roleplay with are uncomfortable having threads reblobbed outside of those involved so I figured I would make a blanket request.

I tag things that are ‘nsfw’ or ‘nsfw ish.’ However anything that is now nsfw will go on a side blog because that’s just what I’m comfortable with. (If you want NSFW or for a thread to go that way, let me know. If I send an NSFW ask, it will be reblobbed/continued on the side blog after I message you.)

“It’s what we have here.”  He said.  She clearly was not from around here to be surprised by it.  “I don’t bottle them.  I get them from the casino like everyone else.”  Though he was one of the only ones to actually sell them.

A nod from him.  “Aye.” He said.  “There are none of those around here.  Those are by the casino.”  The queen had them which he was just fine with.  “Well considering how you’re talking I’m not a hundred percent sure.  You seem out of sorts is all.”

“I can see if I have a towel in the back.”  He said.  “Just feel free to have seat it will be fine.”

“A casino. Right. That makes...as much sense as anything.” It didn’t. Not really. “You mean a place where people go to gamble on cards and other such rigged games? That sort of casino?”

Her brows furrowed together. “All of them? Couldn’t they just fly here if they wanted to? Or do the people there just...throw them more bread?” Flamingos ate bread, right? She’d seen a few before, she was sure of it, but had never gotten close enough to feed them. But what bird didn’t like bread. “I am...very out of sorts. I doubt it has anything to do with a concussion, though. This isn’t like anywhere I’ve been, and I’ve been...all over. Sort of. Not for awhile, though.”

“That is very true.”  He said.  A arm going around her waist as she settled against him.  A hum from him.  “I imagine that it is a bit of both.”  He said.  “But you know I’ll give you what you want.”  And most of the time he didn’t have a problem with watching what she wanted anyway.

@tiredsoliloquy - &. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. - accepting

"May I? That is very sweet of you." Milah accepted the small, offered hand, only slightly sticky from a recent treat. "I didn't realize movies could be so scary. It all looks so...real."

@tiredsoliloquy - Oops! First Interactions - accepting

Dearest Search Engine, What are 'mental health issues' and do I truly have them? Kindest Regards, Milah.

Milah still was not sure what the big fuss over this Google thing was. Every time she asked a question, and politely, even, it never came back with the results she was looking for. She sighed and slipped her phone back in her pocket, determined to not let that ruin her day.

However, a bit of a maple monstrosity ramming into her ankle might just. "Bloody fucking hell, I'm going to--Em!" Murdering the now teenage boy was not an option. Besides, Milah liked Em. Or did while he was a toddler. She was not sure how they would get along when he was in a moody teen phase that Milah had no experience with.