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she uh morr on my is until I uhhh raise the stakes

CONNOR!!!!

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Haiii

Howdy!

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I SHOULDNT FIND THESE FUNNY

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lowkey i have another blog i really wanna interact with morris but im kinda scared

the choice is yours, my friend ^_^!

I’m hoping this time it won’t take me days to respond.. jjsjs

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ask bait... to get a rare ask fish.. to sell for ask money... to get a new ask fishing rod... to-

The hell are you gettin’ at with this, sugar? ‘Yer just babblin’ along.

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What you know about sundowning

…A uh… fair ‘mount.

More than I like knowin’, yet little enough to the point I wanna know more.

It’s… for a friend. Their safety, I mean.

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I don’t have ask bait ready… but feel free to send stuff in for Morris

so sorry for inactivity </3 blocktales fix has me and I’m doin my best to not make like 50 new blogs and forget about these ones

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fish

🎺

…Huh.

IM GIGLGING

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🔨

I’m sorry I genuinely just burst into a fit of laughter seeing this and this alone in my notifs

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happy pride beautiful lady im in lesbians with you !!!!!!!!!

gambling anon

PHAHAH!

Happy pride, sugar… jus’ be careful with who ‘yer chasin’.

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overwhelming urge to rewrite my characters as I’m unsatisfied with how they act currently,,, guhhhhhjjjjsjsjsjs should I?

I can’t sleep anyway

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Happy pride.

Be ‘yerself, and be useful. Go get me a fine addition to m’harvest!

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question

can i continue an rp i had w/you a month ago since i went on a hiatus or not

just asking in advance for permission

-mod of @robots-dream-of-eternal-rest

though I’d love to, any sort of scene with fighting is quite frankly the last thing I am wanting to write atm ^_^’

I’d still be super happy to interact with you and your oc, just probably won’t continue that specific interaction.. sorry..

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another sidenote

I am,, open for shipping Morris with either canon characters or other oc’s (so long as they are obviously of age)

I’m more than happy to work out dynamics and stuff via DMs, just let me know ^.^!

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small thing but a fact a lot of people would appreciate,

Morris cannot bake for the life of her.

Do not let her in the VICINITY of a kitchen actually she cannot cook or bake for shit

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hello

mental health is mental healthing so as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve been struggling to keep up with asks and interactions

I’ll likely be back to it soon, just give me a day or two to kind of refocus and just relax a bit

In the meantime you can feel free to send in asks on any of the blogs—I may post art from time to time too!

the event I have planned for this blog specifically should also be starting soon so long as I like everything I’ve planned out

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“Figured such, considerin’ I picked it out myself.”

A slight smirk tugged at her features, amused by the farmer’s compliment and introduction combined. When she wasn’t acting all gruff and tough in isolation, she could be a pretty warm and welcoming lady. The one thing that had been difficult to decipher, however, was whether or not her friendliness was genuine. At the end of the day, you could hardly afford to care in a place like this. Alterier motives or none, they were still stuck—stuck with the various survivors they’ve gotta force themselves to at least tolerate.

“‘Nd Wheatley… farmin’, huh? Any particular specialties in ‘yer harvest?”

The huntress leaned back ever so slightly, arm extending out behind her to keep her torso upright in a somewhat relaxed manner. Her other hand raised towards her head, fixing the position of a few stray hair strands—a bright teal color, most certainly hard to miss or forget.

“Crops, livestock… y’know, tell me all about them specifics while ‘yer here. ‘M curious..!”

[[might I throw a farmer at you? - mod of @beyond-the-hay}}

why, of course I don’t mind!! this oc is so cool by the way oh my days,,,, I love farmers ^.^//

The huntress had still been relatively shaken. For the past few days, she’d mostly kept to herself—reluctant to reminisce on her home life or bank on a conversation with any of the other survivors. She avoided everybody like the plague, spending most of her days outside of rounds out on the porch where the cool air carded through her hair.

…That is, until the farmer came along.

She didn’t seem too willing to speak, though she definitely was aware of their presence.