Guilty or Not Guilty

[IsabellaRose]

Not guilty. I don’t even have a TikTok account. 
 

the next person has eaten something most other people would not eat. 

[Warlock]

Guilty, having been all over the world will do that too ya. It was ants btw, cant suggest.

 

The next person has stayed over at a strangers place after a party. 

[IsabellaRose]

A long time ago, very guilty... multiple times, with various levels of... well, let's say potential risk. But these days, not even remotely likely.

 

The next person has shared a bed with a stranger.

[AJoeOfSubjectiveQuality Deactivated]

Guilty on several counts. But a few times they woke not strangers, and sometimes much more.

The next person has been naughty with food, either as the diner or as the platter.

[EmmaCozyPixelz]

Guilty just a little bit and mostly desserts! 

The next person has a horrible sleep schedule. 

Edited September 18 by EmmaCozyPixelz

[IsabellaRose]

Not so guilty these days. Sleep is sanctuary for me. But years ago... whew. Terrible. I'm pretty sure I borrowed time from future me to just keep partying.

 

The next person has been considering changing their diet.

[Tema]

Guilty AF.

The next person is guilty of taking some serious psychedelics. If guilty this is for you:

Spoiler

 

[IsabellaRose]

Guilty, quite a long time ago. But yeah... the melting stereo and curtains that were definitely ghosts and talked to and danced with me are pretty unforgettable.

 

The next person has held a job at the same employer far longer than they thought possible.

[EmmaCozyPixelz]

Guilty! Definitely, I thought I would be let go or laid off, but I have been doing okay. Not really rising too quickly, but a stable job. Until AI destroys it. 

The next person has had an inappropriate dream about someone close to them. 

[Lorem]

Guilty. Recently I went out with friend and she kept calling me her puppy. Later that night I dreamt a spicy dream about being on leash. I'll leave details to the imagination lol

The next person has an exciting story from an arcade~

[IsabellaRose]

hmm... guilty-ish? Not really exciting, but it was to 10-year-old me.

We had an arcade in our mall when I was a kid. I always wanted to go, but my older brother and his friends got to go and I always had to stay with my mom. I hated being the "little" kid and resented the hell out of my brother. So naturally when I was finally allowed to go with him (after endless whining, pleading, begging, etc. with my mother), I was excited.

He was playing... honestly, I don't even remember what. It was something 2P versus each other, and there was this kid Brad who tried to get everyone to call him "Rad" who was always competing with my brother for first place on a couple machines. He put RAD in instead of his initials, and my brother, to be a jerk, put in GOD. The top 10 on half the machines in that arcade were GOD RAD RAD GOD GOD RAD GOD GOD RAD RAD or something like that. If GOD ever beat RAD, RAD would spend the day on that machine to get above GOD... anyways.

They were playing whatever, a "legendary" matchup of the two top arcade heroes, and Brad beat my brother. He was cheering and insulting my brother and all these kids around them were yelling shit and somehow there was a moment between all the yelling where my voice rose above the others and I screamed:

"you're a fucking cock-sucking piece of shit, Brad!"

EVERYONE heard me. A little 10-year-old girl in pigtails stood there looking angry trying to defend her big brother. There was this eternity of silence, and then even more chaos than before. It was bedlam. People cheered my insult, picked on my brother for needing a little girl to defend him, my brother looked at me like I was an alien who had replaced his sister, Brad tried to grab me by the pigtails, and I was mortified, terrified... and ran.

That's where it got "exciting". I ran away, out of the arcade, through the mall, into some service hallway or something, and ended up hiding in some kind of break room or something until a mall cop found me, asked me my name, and of course I already knew from my brother and his friends that you never tell the cops anything, so... I sat there eating a pudding cup the mall cop gave me until they somehow found my mom and brought her back to collect me. I had been terrified but finally calmed down, but my mom was hysterical, my brother was worried beyond belief, and I was just sitting there eating a Jello pudding cup.

Exciting? Not now, but to 10-year-old me, it was a terrifying, exciting, and frightening high adventure... right up to the pudding cup.

 

 

The next person has a kinky fantasy they don't actually want to come true.