forum that rp where we all start a gay farm commune and have friendshipses (open, for now at least.)

Started March 01, 2021 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

I love her!

So, shall we begin?

Sounds good!

Yep!

Cecil was standing by the door, sipping something that probably wasn't alcohol but probably wasn't anything legitimately edible either, and stepped down. Lassie was busy chasing the rooster, and he chuckled at the sight. Roosters were assholes, and this one in particular sort of deserved it. Had nearly pecked him to death for Cecil trying to feed the idiot, but it couldn't be helped sometimes. The rooster was always a dick. Like his older brother, who'd sent him a letter begging for him to "come back to her real home" and "come back to God", which Cecil got a laugh out of. If his brother was using she/her pronouns now, that would have been fine, but he kind of assumed, and rightfully so, that he was being misgendered. Lassie chasing the rooster was funnier than that, but his mind was bothered by the letter even if his heart wasn't, at least visibly. Did his brother really want him back? He'd see.

He went to go find Slink to give the little guy some cuddles and kisses, he adored the ferret almost as much as he adored Lassie and he was considering getting Slink a friend at some point in another ferret from a local owner who was going to be moving in two weeks and couldn't handle her anymore. He knew ferrets were social as anything, at least Slink was, and the little baby would probably benefit from a like-minded pal. Also, he still had to figure out a breakfast idea before the sun completely rose that wasn't his own recipe for pancakes that, while it was beloved, was probably not something you wanted forever. He'd do waffles then, it was only tweaking the pancake measurements ever so slightly and they would think it creative enough to pass, hopefully. He'd add strawberries and whipped cream on shortcake on the side then, but that probably would have made a better breakfast so he modified his plans to strawberry shortcake.

"Away to me, Lassie!" he called before he stepped fully inside, and the energetic little pup obeyed immediately, running straight to the door but slowing as she entered the house. "Good girl, now go wait by your spot, okay?" he said. Her spot was, in any given context, either her crate or her food dish but usually he meant food dish as they did not always have to go places. She obediently waited there, and Cecil quickly fed her before moving on to start cooking breakfast for his friends.

Name: Dr Malcom Practice
Age: 26
Gender/Pronouns: He/They, odd relationship with gender mate
Orientation: Gay
Appearance: Malcom has sandy blond hair that often falls over his eyes before he pushes it back (It's in a constant state of hat hair because he wears his hats all the time). Speaking of his eyes, they're both brown, though his right eye is blind and is a bit of a different shape due to scarring on his face. The scarring is on mostly the right side of his face, he had a run in with some fireworks when he was a kid.
Personality: Mal is one chaotic bastard, he always has some sort of alcohol on him but does have some manners. He's a momma's boy which is very obvious by the care packages that end up on their doorstep every other month.
Hobbies: Horse riding, brewing his own moonshine, etc. Very country boy things.
What they do on the farm: Doctor :D
Other: Himbo, tho technically very smart-

(He's my dnd character but I love him so much)

Luna had woken up because her cats wouldn’t stop head butting her. She groaned and she got ready for the day, tying her long brown hair into a ponytail. She went out of her room and headed to the kitchen after putting on a t-shirt, shorts, sneakers, and her glasses. “Morning Cecil!” Luna smiled as she fed her cats Judd and Rosie.

Sam appeared in the doorway, dressed as usual in skinny jeans and a blue sweatshirt that was probably at least two sizes too big.
"Luna. Cecil," they managed through a yawn. Seeing the stack of waffles growing by Cecil, they frowned slightly. "Do you want help?"
Sam wasn't upset, exactly, it was entirely their fault for sleeping so long, and they really couldn't be surprised that Cecil was buzzing around trying to help. It was more of a trickle of shame, they supposed, that they hadn't been on top of the food game.

Mal ambled into the room, cane clicking against the floor as he walked. "Howdy there. How goes it this morning?" He, of course, was as chipper and awake as usual. The chipperness probably had something to do with the glass of spiked coffee in his hands. He had a coffee machine in his room.

(I feel like I haven't done rps in m o n t h s )

Tyler dragged herself out of bed, yawning widely. She threw an oversized shirt on over the athletic shorts she was already wearing before checking her reflection in a mirror. So she had a slit in her eyebrow now apparently. “Well that’s new….oh well.” She mumbled before picking Ziggy up out of his cage and heading out into the kitchen. “Good mornin’” she said with a yawn.

"What the fuck is up, m'dudes," Raya mumbled. Though she was tired and most definitely not a morning person, there was no hostility in her voice. Her hair was a mess, and she hadn't bothered to change out of her pajamas–an old tee-shirt and some comfy athletic shorts–yet. She moved to the coffee machine and started brewing herself a mug, then got some sugar and cream ready to go in. "'Cha makin'?" Raya asked with a glance at Cecil.

“Looks like waffles,” Luna smiled. She headed over to the coffee machine as well and made herself a mug.

Adrien, if one looked for him, wouldn't be anywhere near the house. It was easier to work the garden in the mornings, he had found, when it was still cool out and the sun wouldn't be beating down on his back. He hummed softly to himself as he pulled the weeds from between the rows of corn he'd planted, pausing to sit up and stretch his back. It seemed strange, at first, to have acres of corn and still plant more in the garden, but it helped. Humans weren't really supposed to eat feed kernels, and the peaches and cream corn seeds he bought for the garden always seemed to do well with the others.
Going back to work, Adrien smiled some to himself as he gathered up the pile of weeds in his tarp to go toss in the compost.
"Morning everyone!" He said when he saw the activity in the house, brushing the mud from his knees and taking his boots off at the door.

“Morning!” Tyler called back, leaning back in her chair to look over at him, dangerously close to falling out of it. By this point she had Ziggy draped around her neck, the snake perfectly content.

Rosie brushed up against Tyler’s leg as Luna took a sip of her coffee. “Morning!”