I don’t have a type. Whichever girl attracts me, attracts me.
kdhfadshjfdashfjblweijk PLEASE EXCUSE ME AS I GO INTO A FEELS COMA THANK YOU
I WIN.
Also, I have ONE more asks for those prompts in my askbox. Now, I won’t be answering but I will be keeping it. It was easy to write for Amelia because Amelia interacted with Vincent, but it’s REALLY hard for those who haven’t.
So, guys, come mess with the farmer so we can do this! Don’t be afraid of him. If Amelia can do it, so can you!
((Let’s do this. ʘ‿ʘ))
I really need to send Vincent AND Kai out there. So do me a favor, like for Vincent, comment for Kai. I NEED TO GET ACTIVE, MAN.
Also, I read Amelia’s reply to Vincent. MY FEELS. Just wait. I will get you for this. 8]
“This is absolutely ridiculous,” he mumbled; more like she mumbled. How’d he ended up as a girl, he never understood. Yet, here he was. With boobs as small as an apple. …And all of a sudden, he understood what it meant to be an A-cup. The poor girls who had to go through with this.
Right now, Vincent had the worse luck in the world. What made it even worse was here he was, near Sieffre and hating every moment of it. He disliked this kid almost as much as he disliked people bothering, which was what Sieffre pretty much did. Sure, the boy had never done it to him, but he had definitely done it to others and Vincent had seen it. Each act this boy did disgusted him more and more. He didn’t even realize who he was (which, Vincent couldn’t blame him, but it was the fact o the matter.) What a poor soul.
“Look, kid, just stop talking,” Vincent finally said, leering at him. “There’s something I gotta say and you’re not gonna like it. You’re a pain in everyone’s ass. Like, seriously? Look at you. Running around and causing a mess and hassle for everyone. Would you grow up for once? No wonder you’re here. Who knows what kind of trouble you would be in if you were in the cities. I really don’t want to know.”
Sighing heavily, he ran a hand down his now feminine face. “Just…stay away from me, ok? Just…stay away.” Vincent turned on his heel and headed back to his farm. He didn’t care about what he said to Sieffre. Whatever happened to the boy was not his business or concern.
❤ - I’ll write my character confessing to your character for the first time.
☞ - My character is genderbent for a day, how would he/she spend it?
☎ - My character leaving a sexual message on your characters answering machine.
♛ - If my character was king/queen what are the top five rules he/she would make.OOC: We did this back in July, and it was really hilarious. Might be a way for different characters to interact with each other in fun, crack-y ways? Especially when you combine the prompts.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯I dunno. Just tryin’ to think of idears!
Let’s play a game them. You tell me which is the truth and which is a lie.
My morning routine consists of me getting my chores done as quickly as possible before having a light breakfast of omelet and cheese. Once I make sure all the crops are watered and the animals are fed, I run around town, spying on all the women doing their thing.
Tell me when you figure out which is the lie.
We have. Is there a problem with that? It’s not like it’s a crime for me to actually get along with someone. *shrugs* It was bound to happen eventually.
