[sashiyaki]

I though it was a sheep 🐑

Lmao but mark

[liquordogg]

Username: liquordogg
Name: Marco
Gender: male
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[S-S-Sweets]

Username: S-S-Sweets
Name: Noodle
Gender: Male
Moodboard: x
Extra: This is Noodle with his best friend, Noodle Jr. <:
Images of my silkie chickens!! 🥚 🥚 🥚

And one of my many peacocks 🥚

[zoosea]

Username: Junemusic
Name: Presly
Gender: Male
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the travelling fortune teller
username: shadows.
name: erika
gender: trans female
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Dear Diary,

Spring has finally begun blooming beneath my feet. The hillsides are no longer bare with dirt and soot, as vibrant grass has begun sprouting. My tavels are no longer hindered by harsh weather, as the world welcomes the blosoming of this new season. Each day, I visit a new town, bringing my fortunes to those who want them, and leaving with unforgettable experiences. Yesterday, a little girl approached me and gave me a flower after I gave her mother a good fortune. It was charming, and I know I won't forget that small act for a long time.
This year, I want to give back more. I want to give people more than just my fortunes, but I haven't decided what yet! I can only hope it will be something whismical that will cause the hearts of others to warm gently near it. I want to bring happiness to the world, but it's hard figuring out how to do that.
I wonder how mom and dad are. Are they still back at the farm? Do they still grieve over my absense? I do hope not, for my world has only just begun expanding. I should write to them more often, but my time has been cinched by the world around me. Maybe someday they can understand why I left.
Will I find love out in the vast Earth? How many mountains will I pass, and rivers will I cross to see them? Would they join me in my travels, or would they loyally await my return? Oh, questions will do me no good. The only bad part about being a fortune teller is that I can't see my own future! My mind is filled with unanswerable questions, though I suppose that's the joy of life.

[LivingLethal]

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[Midnightkitkat]

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[iBrevity]

username ;; iBrevity
name ;; Carajean "Jeannie"
gender ;; male
moodboard ;; xxx
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Carajean is sixteen when his grandfather suggests he go to public school.

"We're reaching the end of what I can teach," he says lightly, smiling a little, but Jeannie reads the worry in his eyes. His mother died when he was young, left him unexpectedly in the care of her elderly father; and he's always been happy here, among the chickens and horses and dogs, but he's lonely. It's only him and Alessandro and what few people venture from the nearby town.

Carajean resists the urge to say no. He's learned to drive on the farm, he's gone on errands to town before; but it's nothing like home, with the long empty fields and the wet smell of the woods. He's uncomfortable with all the people, and the skin between his shoulder blades itches with the mere idea of going to school, walking the halls, learning a combination code to a narrow locker; but his grandfather continues looking at him, eyes soft, and Carajean manages a smile.

"That could be fun," he says, striving for optimism, and he's rewarded when Alessandro beams.

"I'll go into town today and get everything set up," he says, leveraging himself from the dining table with a few subtle creaks of his ailing knees. He pats Carajean in passing, ruffles his thick, feathery hair. "You've got a week before classes start. We'll get you everything you need, Jeannie."

Carajean smiles again, nods as his grandfather steps out onto the porch. Momentarily alone, the boy sighs and scrubs a hand down his face. He doesn't want to go to school; he certainly doesn't want to deal with the kids teasing him for his backwoods accent, his overalls and boots. But his grandfather has only ever done his best by him, and Jeannie could never refuse this.
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[cinnamonroll]

res with a little country boy