moved !!

moved to @hoverhoney

Lost In The Mail?

I’m back, everybody! I see that I have been gone an obnoxiously long time and all of my threads have long since died out. Plus, they’ve all gotten lost in my notifs-

I hope people are happy to see me and understand if I don’t continue our old rp’s... I can’t find them lol.

finally drew the wife

Indefinite but definitely short hiatus

Hi guys I'm tired and I wanna Disappear™ but I don't wanna leave you guys hanging so !! a lil notice that I'm gonna Bounce for a bit and recover™

much love and catch you all on the flip side

Send 💬 and my muse will say what they really think about yours.

No holding back!

"Look, I won't let them near you again. The most harm that'll come to you is that you'll have to think about that awful dinner, I promise." Holt tried to sound hopeful, but he was losing nerve and it showed. His grin faltered and he sighed.

"I'm really sorry Cagney. I had no idea what I was doing, as usual. That's why..." The hoverfly swallowed nervously. "That's why I think maybe it would be a good idea if I took the job offer at the casino. I mean, we're still business partners till the end, 'course we are! But... You could use the peace and quiet and I could use the work." Holt knew his offer was selfish, but he saw benefit from it. From the casino, he could keep an eye on Dice and the Devil. Still, he felt like a traitor.

❝I didn’t realize this would make you so upset.❞ -(friendly-florist)

– Huh?! REALLY?! You seriously thought that wouldn’t upset me?!

@friendly-florist

Send 💬 and my muse will say what they really think about yours.

No holding back!

I can't believe I forgot!!

Thank y'all so much for 60 followers this is already way more than I thought this blog would get and I'm honestly so pleasantly surprised! All of you have a wonderful day, big blessings to my mutuals, and till next time!

🖤Bick

Holt practically puffed steam. Was it getting hot in here? Or was it the mix of high praise and the gentle touch from the blue beauty before him? He grinned, feeling a bit bolder now.

"Ms. Roselina, I could more than easily say the same for you and more." He closed the space between them with his hands on her hips, his grip still gentle, but firm with a newfound bravery. "You're a doll, miss. Sweeter'n nectar and down right gorgeous." He murmured, more than a bit in awe of her.

Whoops, where did her hands go?? There they are, on Holt's head. Very, very gently feelin up the bases of his antennae. -Roselina, no.

Holt freezes, and he flushes profusely.

“Good gosh…” He murmurs, his eyes darting quickly to Roselina. His mouth is a nervous half smile, crowned by a brightly tinted blush. “I uh- I sure hope y-you know what you’re doing…” He stammered.

"Look, I really didn't know!" Holt confessed. "I mean, I never got out much and people never talked about either of them back home! Dice and the Devil? I ain't ever heard of'm, I swear."

"I thought... Thought it would be nice to invite em over for dinner. Never would have guessed y'all had history..."

❝I didn’t realize this would make you so upset.❞ -(friendly-florist)

– Huh?! REALLY?! You seriously thought that wouldn’t upset me?!

@friendly-florist

Holt gasped aloud and his wings fluttered with joy. "Gosh, where do we even begin?" There were stars in the hoverfly's eyes as he plopped down and began to empty out his satchel. There were various bags labelled "Home tea", "Poppy seeds" and the like, as well as some rolled up papers tied with twine. Holt picked one out and unrolled it. It showed a sketch of a peddler cart full of bouquets, tea boxes, and other goods.

"My first thought is that we could build this, I've got some coins saved up from when my folks kicked me ou- I-I mean let me leave to go start this business." Holt broke a sweat.

Do Holt got the Leg(tm)?

Depends on the Holt™

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Tentatively, Holt leaned forward and pressed himself against Roselina. He slowly brought his hands to her sides and placed them gently on her hips, every move delicate and gradual.

"Y-ya think so?" He chuckled, grinning nervously. "Well uh, not sure too many share your um... Opinion of me?" He tried, looking up at her once again.

Oof. If he could rate the view out of ten he could say it was well past the hundreds.

Whoops, where did her hands go?? There they are, on Holt's head. Very, very gently feelin up the bases of his antennae. -Roselina, no.

Holt freezes, and he flushes profusely.

“Good gosh…” He murmurs, his eyes darting quickly to Roselina. His mouth is a nervous half smile, crowned by a brightly tinted blush. “I uh- I sure hope y-you know what you’re doing…” He stammered.

“In that case uh-” Holt swallowed and looked up at Roselina bashfully. “By all means. Keep uh- keep going, please? If you want to I mean.” He averted his eyes and his blush grew deeper at his own lack of grace.

Whoops, where did her hands go?? There they are, on Holt's head. Very, very gently feelin up the bases of his antennae. -Roselina, no.

Holt freezes, and he flushes profusely.

“Good gosh…” He murmurs, his eyes darting quickly to Roselina. His mouth is a nervous half smile, crowned by a brightly tinted blush. “I uh- I sure hope y-you know what you’re doing…” He stammered.

[In case anyone needs a reference for how small I mean when I say Monty is tiny,

tiny.]

Whoops, where did her hands go?? There they are, on Holt's head. Very, very gently feelin up the bases of his antennae. -Roselina, no.

Holt freezes, and he flushes profusely.

“Good gosh…” He murmurs, his eyes darting quickly to Roselina. His mouth is a nervous half smile, crowned by a brightly tinted blush. “I uh- I sure hope y-you know what you’re doing…” He stammered.