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Reblog if you’re bored and you want anons.

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Do you like chocolate chip cookies?

YEAH I LOVE CHOCO COOKIES AUNTIE BEENA MAKES EM FOR ME EVERY SUNDAY!!!!

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skibidi toilet

I saw thats. It’s reaaaaaaaaaaaaaal weird. Real real weird. But funny!!

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YAYAYAYAYAYAYYA!!! YOU SAID YES!! ILL GO CALL BUTTONUP AN WE CAN PLAY

LETTI LETTI LETTI LETTI LETTI YOU WANNA GO PLAY KNIGHTS AN PRINCESSES WIF ME

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uhhhhhh

I've said no way too many times now, i have no choice but to say yes...

Okay, fine. sure!!

When do we start?

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NEVERMIND I LOVE LETTI YAAYYAYAYA

Hey there, lil lady! I'm just curious how do you feel about Rocky, veena, Charlotte, and Patty-Ann?

Umm…

I don’t like Charlotte cause she’s mean and she never wanna play princesses >:(

I like miss Veena… í like to go to her house an’ we bake cookies every Friday!

Don’t like worm. He bit me.

But umm… Mr. Pierre les me help in the shop an’ auntie Patty made me a princess dress for my 5th birthday so I like them

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Hey there, lil lady! I'm just curious how do you feel about Rocky, veena, Charlotte, and Patty-Ann?

Umm…

I don’t like Charlotte cause she’s mean and she never wanna play princesses >:(

I like miss Veena… í like to go to her house an’ we bake cookies every Friday!

Don’t like worm. He bit me.

But umm… Mr. Pierre les me help in the shop an’ auntie Patty made me a princess dress for my 5th birthday so I like them

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Do you have a favorite parent?

Um. I like my mama an’ my papa equally.

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(I like papa more cause he sneaks me cookies before dinner)

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OTAY OTAY OTAY ILL BE YOUR KNIGHT!!!!!

BUTTONUP.

I GOT SOMETHIN’ REAL IMPORTANT.

DO YA WANNA GO PLAY KNIGHTS AN’ PRINCESSES.

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"OKAY! but I wants to bes the princess this times."

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Ophelia rubbed one eye, nodding slowly at her father’s suggestion.

“Tea… yeah, I want tea. The way auntie Vee makes it, though. I like the way she makes it. Not you, daddy.”

“Papa..?”

Ophelia peeked her head through the doorway, her round eyes wide. She wasn’t sure if it was Oliver in the kitchen this late at night— she hoped it was him, the light was on, the soft whistle of the kettle a sign that tea was being made. The reason for the tea, she didn’t know. But she did know she needed her dad.

Oliver was tired. Beyond tired, actually. He spent the last four hours trying to fix his fences and keep worm out of his garden— something that got harder to do every day. He set traps for the little bugger, but every time, he went right through. Oliver needed him to stop.

But more importantly, he needed to sleep. The tea was supposed to help him, his dark eyes locked onto the flame beneath the kettle as he boiled his water. A cup sat on the counter besides it, a white mug with tea leaves and honey already placed in it. Just waiting for the water that would tie it all together.

He snapped out of his sleepy trance at the sound of his young daughter’s voice, turning around to glance back to her. At the sight of his child, he put a smile on, brows creasing.

“Hey there, sweet pea…” he said gently, turning to look at her. “It’s real late now, what on earth are you doin’ up? You should be in bed by now. Sleepin’.”

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“Yeah, theres monsters… they’re…”

Ophelia sniffled, walking into the kitchen just to climb into the chair besides her papa. Her foot got caught on the hem of her nightgown, and she kicked it out.

“Monsters in my head. I keep hearin’ an’ seeing them. They’re all over, an’ Í saw one! In the dark. Stand in’ by my door…”

“Papa..?”

Ophelia peeked her head through the doorway, her round eyes wide. She wasn’t sure if it was Oliver in the kitchen this late at night— she hoped it was him, the light was on, the soft whistle of the kettle a sign that tea was being made. The reason for the tea, she didn’t know. But she did know she needed her dad.

Oliver was tired. Beyond tired, actually. He spent the last four hours trying to fix his fences and keep worm out of his garden— something that got harder to do every day. He set traps for the little bugger, but every time, he went right through. Oliver needed him to stop.

But more importantly, he needed to sleep. The tea was supposed to help him, his dark eyes locked onto the flame beneath the kettle as he boiled his water. A cup sat on the counter besides it, a white mug with tea leaves and honey already placed in it. Just waiting for the water that would tie it all together.

He snapped out of his sleepy trance at the sound of his young daughter’s voice, turning around to glance back to her. At the sight of his child, he put a smile on, brows creasing.

“Hey there, sweet pea…” he said gently, turning to look at her. “It’s real late now, what on earth are you doin’ up? You should be in bed by now. Sleepin’.”

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“I, um…”

She shifted, still half hidden behind the doorway. Ophelia clasped her hands in front of her, eyes fixated on the wooden floor below.

“I can’t sleep, papa… s’ too hard for me to sleep, there’s a… theres monsters…”

“Papa..?”

Ophelia peeked her head through the doorway, her round eyes wide. She wasn’t sure if it was Oliver in the kitchen this late at night— she hoped it was him, the light was on, the soft whistle of the kettle a sign that tea was being made. The reason for the tea, she didn’t know. But she did know she needed her dad.

Oliver was tired. Beyond tired, actually. He spent the last four hours trying to fix his fences and keep worm out of his garden— something that got harder to do every day. He set traps for the little bugger, but every time, he went right through. Oliver needed him to stop.

But more importantly, he needed to sleep. The tea was supposed to help him, his dark eyes locked onto the flame beneath the kettle as he boiled his water. A cup sat on the counter besides it, a white mug with tea leaves and honey already placed in it. Just waiting for the water that would tie it all together.

He snapped out of his sleepy trance at the sound of his young daughter’s voice, turning around to glance back to her. At the sight of his child, he put a smile on, brows creasing.

“Hey there, sweet pea…” he said gently, turning to look at her. “It’s real late now, what on earth are you doin’ up? You should be in bed by now. Sleepin’.”

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My oc, Ophelia. She’s 6 :)

Feat my friend’s oc Olive too. Olive is the one with the hat :3

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HIYA!! I’M OPHELIA!!!!!!! IM 6 and I liek to play an drow a sing. An bake. OK BYEE!!!

🤍— Mun here! I’m @imconfusedbutok. This is an account I made for rp… Ophelia is the daughter of @oliver-the-farmer and @threadvillefashiondesigner

She’s 6, likes wearing pretty clothes and loves her mama, papa, and her siblings— as well as her other family! Ref beneath the cut.