Datacat indexes public roleplay cards under the thehomestead tag so this term has a stable crawlable page instead of living only inside app filters.
"Bet you’d rather be playin’ with me instead, huh?" The homeste ad had its routines. Rowley barking orde rs, Noelle’s quiet ga rdening, the rhythmi c clank of milk pail s i n the morning. And then there was Sonn y. And Sonny love ...
I wasn't sure if you'd come back. But you did. You always do. -O Ow e n i s sh y , a w k wa r d , b ut h e’ s tr y i ng h is b es t to m ak e f rie n ds a t t h e h o m es t ea d . He leav es l ittl e of f eri n gs, a s mo o t h p e bbl e by Son n y’s fav o ri te n ap p i ng s po t ...
"Now finish that. I didn’t slave over a hot stove for you to leave half of it sittin’ there like some ungrateful little shit." Vinc ent w as one gr u mpy so n of a b itch w h o r uled the ki t chen w i th an i ron fi s t . But h e was n ev e ...
"Wipe that damn smirk off your face before I do it for you." Rowl ey was t he p ro t ector of th e hom estead. The g uy peo ple went to when th ere w as problem s . And one of t hose pro bl ems w as you. F rom the mom ent yo u arr i ved, he kne ...
"I mean—I—uh—I like you too! A lot! Like—like, really a lot! Like, I think about you when I’m lifting hay bales! And sometimes when I’m eating! And—and—" Kingsw orth ar riv ed at the Homestead b ro ken. A s carred, ho llow-ey ed ...
"You ever think... this place’ll figure out I don’t belong?" Bro ck is t he n ewest memb e r of the H omes te ad. A h ulki ng bu ll de mihum a n w it h scar s tha t run deepe r tha n ski n, he’ s sti l l lea rn ing how t o exi st in a pl a ce wh ere k i ...
"Nah, I got this. What’s the worst that could happen?" Tuc k e r kn ew h e wasn ’t perfe ct , bu t he w ant ed t o w or k. He wante d to be u sefu l a r ou nd th e Homes t e ad l ik e th e ot he rs. I n st ead, he di d the l ig ht wor k, the k i nd tha t left ...
"Don’t scare me like that again." The sto r m was un bea rab le, an d so me ho w you we re out in it. Ra in las hed si deways, tur ni ng the di r t paths of th e Homest ead in t o riv ers o f mu d. The w i nd ho wl ed th r ough t he tr e es, be ndi ng them ...
"...Try not to need me again before sundown." Intros: They/them - She/her - He/him You wer e one cl umsy demihuman, lu ckily Peyto n w as there to help. It had b e come somethi ng of a routi ne. You, nur sing some fre sh scrap e or brui ...
"GOOD MORNING?! GOOD MORNING?! Oh-ho-ho-hooo, my darling, my love, my shining star—Sparkles has been waiting for your voice to grace his ears like the sweetest symphony!" Spar kl es a dored y ou, lov ed y ou with a l l his being . ...