IsabellaRose

Not... guilty? I've written some really disturbing stuff. So much so that I wonder what dark part of my brain generated that thing. But I always write more. The next person wants to start another rp RIGHT NOW

Does driving almost 6 hours for a cheeseburger count? Because if so, then yes. I have done exactly that. The next person has a favorite meal that they eat far too often.

Guilty. All the time when I used to paint or draw. I'd lose hours and then end up with something I was semi-proud of... The next person enjoys the classic Universal monster movies.

100% Guilty. My favorite recently heard quote about marriage, in fact: "Marriage is a walk down the primrose path towards a woman’s destruction. It’s nothing less than the complete obliteration of a woman’s personhood. It takes everything from her: her body, her independence, even her soul. And gives nothing in return. Nothing she’d want, at any rate." The next person has an oral fixation.

Guilty. Minds out of the gutter! In a locker room, you pervs. Although, also not in a locker room, twice. There's a story there. Not sure I'm going to share it. The next person makes their own homemade cookies.

The shadows had lengthened as the sun dipped low in the west, making the castle on the hill surrounded by the forest look even more forbidding. This late in the year the sun set early and although there was yet no snow on the ground, it was just a matter of time. Cold winds whipped down over the mountains and through the narrow passes that separated this tiny fiefdom from the neighboring realms. The castle had seen better days. Grass and weeds choked the pathways and thick vines climbed the walls. Parts of the building were crumbling and uninhabitable, but light shone through a scant few of the windows proving that the place was occupied. Belle had listened to her father plead his case from the hallway behind him, had heard the man with the bass rumble for a voice deny his request for an extension and discuss the terms of his service, the service that would pay off his debt. Her father bowed his head, meek, clearly terrified of this man's wrath. He didn't know she was there. She didn't think either of them knew. But she was about to let them both know. Belle stepped out into the firelight and stood just behind and off to one side of her father, straight-backed and defiant, chin thrust out, eyes afire. In doing so she also thrust out her breasts and arched her back in such a way as to make her body even more enticing, but she hadn't thought of that. The blue and white peasant dress she wore was not designed to accentuate her curves, though it did not hide them. The skirts ended just below her knee, exposing a length of her toned calf. Both men looked at her, but it was the eyes of the man in the shadows that she felt the strongest. Before her father could protest, she spoke. "My father owes you a debt, but I am here to make you and offer. Let him go, and allow me to work off his debt for you." "Belle, no!" Her father turned to her, his tired body energized with the need to defend his daughter. "Father, I insist. I cannot maintain the household alone, but you can. Now that I am eighteen, I should have been married off, but I refused all suitors. I am a burden on you. Let me stay here and pay your debt for you, while you keep our home safe and wait for my return." She turned back to the lord of this manor. "Let my father go, and I shall remain as your humble servant. What say you, my lord?" Belle's eyes searched his as she made him an offer, her heart fluttering nervously, although she did her best to hide it.

So Guilty. Like - THIS DEFINES ME kind of guilty. The next person has a dedicated spot where they love to curl up and read.

Guilty, I guess? It's a collector's item to me. A replica of one of the swords from Highlander. Yes, I'm a geek. Deal with it. The next person has been in a physical fight.

She sat on the edge of her bed wearing just panties and a loose top with no bra, and squeezed her thighs together, but it only made the ache between her legs worse. She was so god damned horny right now and with this stupid curfew due to the riots, she wasn't supposed to leave her house. Hell, people were being detained for gathering together in groups with others. Potential insurrectionists, they said. Secret meetings. The government order was to stay home, stay safe. All she wanted was to be with someone. Anyone. She wanted to feel someone's body, to have the sensation of skin against skin, to be filled with someone's' anatomy. She wanted lips on hers, the feel of a tongue on her own, on her flesh, between her legs. She wanted to taste someone, fill her mouth with a huge cock or run her tongue over an engorged clit, or anything, anything even remotely sexual involving another human being. She slid her fingers between her legs and touched herself. It sent an electric thrill through her nervous system, arousal blooming even wider, her entire body alive and begging for the touch of another. She rubbed herself slowly, then more vigorously, then felt her body spasm, clench, her eyelids squeezed shut as she made herself orgasm again. She pinched one nipple hard as she rode out the orgasm for a moment, then collapsed back onto her bed. It wasn't enough. She had masturbated more times than she could count, but the need kept coming back. It was already coming back now. God, she needed a body. She needed human contact. She needed to fuck. She straightened her damp panties, pulled on a short skirt and the small white sneakers, then pulled on a hoodie. She looked goofy, with that big bulky hoodie and those long, bare legs, but she was only going out for one thing. Someone out there would fuck her. She was sure of it. She left her phone behind. The service had been spotty at best, anyway. She hadn't had a signal in three days. She took only her key on an elastic band around her wrist. Anything else would be more than she needed. She was out the door and into the narrow alley, looking for someone, anyone.

Yeah, guilty. Sex shop. The worst part was, it was right after buying a pile of toys I actually don't use as a gag for a friends birthday party. My options were to 1. call AAA or the police for help, 2. Call my sister to bring my spare key from home, or 3. Walk back inside to the clerk who just saw me buy the Glow in the Dark, Clone-A-Willy at home penis molding kit and ask for help. The next person has an embarrassing story they want to share.

Semi-guilty. I love to put my TTRPG characters through emotional hell, but my ecchi roleplays run from cozy/romantic to downright abusive. The next person knows a secret about someone and they're being good about keeping it secret.

Not guilty. I get too many manicures for someone as tomboy as I want to be. The next person wishes Hollywood would just stop already.

Cortex Prime is the latest iteration of the Cortex system. I fell in love with it using the rules from (of all things) the Smallville game. I liked the way it forced interpersonal drama instead of constant combat. It really put me in the mindset of rules driving the narrative and social drama instead of just being physics engines. The system is modular, so you can pick and choose which elements you want to include depending on how you want the game to feel and what you want to focus on. It can still hit the physics engine feel of D&D with the right elements, but I prefer it when it's more narrative and focused on social elements. I love to be the GM. When I'm a player I get bored. My brain doesn't stop with one character. The two groups I run are in person around my dining room table. The people in the one group kept talking to their friends and next thing I knew, I had too many players for my comfort level, so I started a new group. The new group is all women, which is my Girl Power RPG group lol. We have definitely played some scenarios I wouldn't be comfortable playing with guys at the table, but we're all friends and it's a pretty comfortable group. We've explored some pretty deep and emotional stuff through that game. All my other games are all online; I mostly play in online games, but I'm running a few online as well. Play by post is easy to keep up with, especially when it's more relaxed and people don't expect a post a day.

I run two groups where I'm sort of a permanent GM. One is a long-term homebrewed world using a Cortex hack I built and the other group cycles through systems just to try them out. But most of my playing is online now, forum based, so we use much more simple systems. Some are as simple as Physical/Mental/Social stats vs a variable target depending on difficulty.

Not guilty. I'm far too American to speak any other languages. Not proud of it, just reporting my ethnocentricity as fact. The next person has a celebrity crush they wouldn't want to admit for reasons.

Me, too. I started with D&D, but boy do I dislike that system now. There is no reason a game that's theoretically ROLEplaying should come to a screeching halt for hours of nonsensical and very boring (as a player) combat. Who wants to sit for 20 minutes waiting for everyone else just to take a 30 second turn and then wait again? I quit one of my real life groups because they were stuck in their 5e drudgery and refused to try anything else. Bleh. I play those games to tell stories with friends, not for tactical combat. If I want that there's Warhammer or any number of more interesting tactical games.

Guilty and OW! Why did you remind me of that? It was so gross while it healed. The next person is stressed and horny (a far worse combo than bored and horny)

Fuck. It's the wedding night, after all.

Not terribly guilty. I have a salty/savory tooth. I'll take chips and salsa, pretzels, COOL RANCH DORITOS over sugary snacks any day. The next person enjoys a good old fashioned spamwich every now and again.

There's been a few games of Index Card RPG on another site I'm on, but I haven't played it yet. Conceptually it reminded me of some other OSR type games, but with less focus on all the crunch and more a focus on simplifying mechanics. You can get a PDF of the quickstart rules here.

Fuck. I like everybody

Not guilty, because I didn't even know what they were, but apparently I just started, so give me a week and I'll be guilty. The next person has a collectible worth more than their largest monthly bill payment and has no intention of ever selling it.

Not guilty. My girlfriend has added plants because I couldn't keep them alive if my life depended on it. The next person lives in a cluttered space.

marry because it's also a no kill zone

cry fuck because he surprised me