Antarctic Termite

Guess the next user's kink.

Um... No?

Heels.

Guess the next user's kink.

Well, I mean. Not usually.

Leather?

What is one prevailing trait or element in your RP characters?

Looking over the Dirt Mound where I bury dead characters, some trends are gradually starting to stick out.

I tend to give my characters a liking for physical expression and body language, and I'm not sure where in my psyche that comes from, but I guess it's fun to write.

Very few of my sheets mention sexuality unless it's relevant to backstory, in which case they're usually pan. A handful are non-binary, especially in high fantasy settings with non-human races, and the rest are pretty evenly split between male and female.

Quite a few have low-key personality shifts in their backgrounds, usually from introversion to extroversion or vice versa, which is intended to come out in writing as the stress of their situation either tempers their new identity or pressures it into collapse.

A decent handful have links to my interest, however passing, in biology- They might be into pet ethics, be a weird exaggeration of some animal or principle I read about, or have a medical background.

Guess the next user's kink.

Next user has to answer yes or no, truthfully.

Foot fetish.

Comment on the song above you

Alternate title: My Fucking Music Taste Just Gets Shittier By The Day

A song sharing thread that forces us to listen to other people's awful preferences so they can feel validated, and so that we can get out of our comfort zones to find new bands, I guess.

Each successive user leaves a small comment and a song of their own. Comments don't need to be longer than a single word or ironic ellipsis but 'it's loud and abrasive as shit' is more helpful than 'it's trash, period'.

And go.

THIS OR THAT

Depends on who's granting the wish. If they're not supremely kind-hearted and very well-resourced, and I asked for dinosaurs, they'd just point me to the nearest magpie and laugh. It's significantly harder to scam me out of a wish for dragons (although these exist).

Many lovers or a married spouse?

THIS OR THAT

Objects sink faster in fresh water and are less likely to be washed up by tides and major wave action. This makes lakes much better for dumping bodies.

Matte or gloss?

#bitesize-RP prompts.

"Uh, nope," ventured the goat, more confident now that the chance of botching her lines was over, but not too keen on the idea of being a weapon. "I'm just me-h-h-se-h-h-enger thirty-six-jay. I, uh, fix up paperwork mostly. We-h-h-pons are a bit out of my league." Messenger 36-J tried to paw at the blue heptagrams lining the circle, but they were quite tightly sealed, so she stood up in the center like a good receptionist.

And like a good receptionist, the sight of rustling paper was unsettling.

"Um, Mr. Blue? You aren't planning to sue us or anything, right?"

Weird Roleplay Ideas You're Afraid To Pitch?

I sometimes just think of crazy roleplaying ideas just because I need to exercise my creativity. A recent one was...

You are all different kinds of potted plants who have suddenly gained sentience but not the ability to really... do anything other than think. You don't know why or how this has happened, and that is not the immediate issue at hand either. The immediate issue is that your owner has been neglecting you for a few days and you are feeling quite parched at this point. You need to find a way to convey this issue to your owner and get them to water you, or somehow else get watered. You can worry about the matter of sentience after that.

This was never intended to actually be played or anything, just a crazy thought in passing. But I thought it'd be a fun one to share.

@Crayt

Brooo.

If I had more time on my hands I'd be fucking down for this one, given that the pot plants can communicate at least a little.

...I'm a sucker for anything involving small critters living in the shadow of modern humans, to be honest.

Ed: Bonus points if the plants can't directly communicate, but share a strange and mysterious dream together every night since they 'woke up'.

#bitesize-RP prompts.

And, for a while, his suspicions were well enough grounded. No blood ran from the walls, and his voice sounded startlingly mundane in the still room, no more supernatural than the once-loved plushes huddled in the corner, as if for warmth. When the panelled floor gave its first hints of smoulder, the smoke was thin and faint.

But reckless teenage book donors have keen eyes for the good stuff, and Baby Blue was not to be let down.

A wavering, child-like sound

"MH-H-H-H-HE," insisted the pale beige goat kid, too young to be good at folding its legs and thus settling down in a loose and lanky sprawl, its sunglasses already tilting. "Mh-h-h-y apologies for the wait, mister! He-h-h-ll Highway 36 is a little conge-h-h-sted right now, and since you didn't offer a sacrifice, Purgatory Inc. can only offer minimal servi-h-h-ce!" bleated the little demon, with the faint quaver of rehearsed lines. Then, more apologetically than her manager would approve of, "...I'm an intern. How can we he-h-h-lp you?"