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Post by Brownie on Sept 7, 2017 15:08:26 GMT -5
That always works ^^
and if Clover's interested in doing a three way that might be easier on all of us? idek
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Post by lozi on Sept 7, 2017 15:11:04 GMT -5
I'm really open for anything right now. I just need a laid back advanced 1x1 while I ride out the first couple days of school.
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Post by Brownie on Sept 7, 2017 15:15:35 GMT -5
random high fantasy dragons and fae and all that? Do whatever we want? I wouldn't mind a free world
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Post by Brownie on Sept 7, 2017 15:34:45 GMT -5
haha same I have a class in an hour cries but it's a fun class so
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Post by Brownie on Sept 8, 2017 10:09:12 GMT -5
yo
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Post by Brownie on Sept 9, 2017 23:16:32 GMT -5
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Asexual
sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 9, 2017 23:20:20 GMT -5
Heres probably the most I'll do unless if its 1 am, I'm hyped up on caffeine and have a ton of muse: (These are all from role-plays I'm currently in, btw.)
This is a bad idea, Si, " His father informed him as the young man began to pile in some of his root beer float cookies in a small plate, his careful fingers running deftly over each soft treat, his mind already set in his ways. He was going to let Layla bring his cookies to the bakesale, wanting his twelve year old sister to have the best cookie in the entire class. Of course his father was insisting it was a bad idea because one of the Sommers was in the class. Some cousin of the man who claimed that they stole some frosting recipe years ago.
Simon called BS on that one, though, because the way that his bubbe told it they had exchanged recipes, the frosting for a great summer cookie recipe. Neither parties gave the recipes back and ended up accusing each other of theft. Well, the Sommers still did but the Levinskys just tried to avoid that for as long as they could. In their opinion if they were deluded enough to think that they were stolen from then thats their problem.
His parents and grandparents insisted that the Sommers were all completely insane and that they should just stay as far away as they could from them because they didn't want any trouble with that family anymore. They insisted it was some type of blood feud, but Simon never really bought it. Why would they get all up in arms about such a silly little thing? He always found them decent, he even had one of them in his high school class... what was the guys name, was it Gabriel? No... Greyson? Nope. Not it. hmm.. Gideon? Yeah. Gideon sounded about right. That kid seemed genuinely nice, although he didn't speak much to him.
"Layla wanted to bring them to school, and if she wants to bring them she should. It shouldn't matter if theres a Sommers in the classroom," Simon argued, his blue eyes flashing stubbornly in a way that said he wasn't going to back down. He was only going to be here for the short while, before heading back to the city so he could continue in the bakery he'd started up there with a friend of his. So far they'd been fairly successful, they had a great location where most of the business sector came for coffee and breakfast treats. Technically his friend was the owner and he was head baker with an underling who was just taking care of the bakery while he was gone.
Of course he'd won the argument with his dad and his little sister was off to school with her treats, her head held high as she made her way to the bus stop. She really was a cutie, a spitting image of their father, and, honestly, so was Simon. It was clear they were all related with their curly black hair, dark blue eyes and olive toned skin. Layla was the only one out of all of them that didn't need glasses, though.
Once she'd left his father sent him to the store with a large list of ingredients because he had a large order for the high schools graduation party. So there he was, ambling around the isle like it was his home, picking each ingredient with a quick ease before he tripped and fell, his glasses falling off and spinning somewhere, leaving him virtually blind. He groaned out loud, the world turning into a blurred canvas. Great. Just great. Now I have to find those stupid things. Why haven't I gotten contacts yet? He asked himself silently, groping around desperately for his glasses.
Last time this had happened someone stepped on his glasses and he had to make his way home completely blind. So this time he was determined to get it before someone stepped at him this time.--- This is probably my more typical length, especially when I'm on mobile For some reason, dogs and Finnian just never mixed. Not even when he was a child, back in a village in Northern Europe, when he stepfather had hunting dogs. Throughout the ages he just always had trouble with them, he'd always been a cat person. There was just something about the felines that he just absolutely adored. He blamed his bad luck with dogs on what had happened today. You see, his aunt, Taylor Pierce, had asked him to dog sit just for a few days. She had a photoshoot in New York, and he was the closest family member to her, physically. So he was stuck in the models house, taking care of the Pomsky that she had. It wasn't too bad, the thing was cute, and really fluffy. Finnian even let her on his lap for a bit, deciding to take him out on a walk. Which apparently was a mistake. He hadn't been there for very long, barely ten minutes when he checked his phone lazily, checking Tumblr for a bit, deciding that just walking with the dog was incredibly boring. He was just scrolling through his phone, and next thing he knew he'd been hit roughly on the shoulder and the leash was snatched out of his hands. "H-hey! Come back here! That's not yours!" He yelled out at the guy who was holding the poor thing like a football and shooting off towards his car. Letting out a string of curses the Warlock shot forward, wishing that he wasn't on a park full of humans, mortals, because he couldn't use his powers when they were there. Thinking fast, he saw a guy get on a bike and he ran over to him and lept onto the back, wrapping his arms around the strangers waist. "That guy stole my dog, go after him!" He demanded, voice a little panicked. If he lost the dog his aunt would be livid, and he didn't want to deal with an angry Warlock for the next few months. (Okay, sometimes I'll do less too, sometimes its a paragraph but usually I'll match length )
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Post by Brownie on Sept 9, 2017 23:24:45 GMT -5
Looks good ^^
Sometimes people think they have long replies and half of it is just fluff and adverbs, ya know? but that's content
I'll make a page real quick and we can roll over there
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Post by Brownie on Sept 9, 2017 23:27:19 GMT -5
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Asexual
sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 9, 2017 23:29:38 GMT -5
Looks good ^^ Sometimes people think they have long replies and half of it is just fluff and adverbs, ya know? but that's content I'll make a page real quick and we can roll over there Okay awesome My replies usually vary, and I try not to add too much fluff ^^ I'll head on over to our page.
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