WickedCadrach

Is the Oxford comma debate something you really want to get into, right now?

wooden bridge

business class

Roll-in-the-hay

Guilty. It's Wristcutters: A Love Story. I love this movie, and I've yet to meet anyone in passing who had heard of it before I bring it up—but I also feel like 'art house' is also one of those terms that's a moving target, (and I'm shy and don't talk to a lot of people) so who knows? The next person has a story about 'the one that got away'.

Not Guilty. I don't think I've accidentally broken anything in a store. Wait, no, I've dropped and shattered a jar of pickles while shopping. But the staff were gracious about it. I was mostly worried about someone slipping and falling in broken glass, so I flagged down a staff member right away. The next person has lost or broken something that was irreplaceable.

water fasting

Jack makes very unique characters that have clear personality, history, and flaws/insecurities behind them. And in the RP I had with him, those character personalities and flaws paired with the setting to create an engaging situation where relationships were able to emerge organically. We played a GM + Player style of RP, and he laid a solid foundation that made it clear he knew exactly what the setting was and who these characters were. I felt very well taken care of, and his openness and responsiveness to my character's motives, flaws, and desires made the time we had in the RP rich and enjoyable. I would definitely RP with him again, and recommend looking through his RP prompts since he has a great, creative mind worth delving into.

Emily blinked a moment, taken aback by Magda's blunt reading of the simmering arousal still making its merry way up and down Emily's limbs. She hadn't thought she'd been that obvious, but Captain Payarkoon wasn't exactly an unobservant woman. Clearing her throat, and letting her expression fall into a mildly embarrassed smirk, Emily sedately interjected, "I just meant that I thought you had more of an individual mission briefing for me." Letting out a little chuckle, Emily fixed Magda with a look that let her know she wasn't bothered at the idea of an 'intimate encounter,' but when she spoke, she kept her voice even and noncommittal—testing the waters. "I don't know what I'm more surprised by: how fucking ready to go you are or that Captain Payarkoon actually wants my input on a plan." Not giving the comment time to develop, Emily followed Magda's gestures, reviewing the scans again, biting her lip in a brief moment of distraction as the pat on her hand set off a little spark that ran to the base of her spine and back. Fuck. The LU wasn't exactly the strictest outfit when it came to fraternization, but the idea of being too careless with her commander did set off alarm bells in Emily's mind. Magda already had a maternal streak with her, and sometimes Emily had the impression that the attractive older woman thought she was held together with glass instead of copper and steel. Would it just make that protective instinct worse, even if it was just quick 'round of sparring' to work out some distractions? Then again, maybe chasing that thread wouldn't be so bad. It might be exactly the chance Emily needed to show her captain exactly what she was made of. Shit. She'd asked her a question. Emily followed Magda's hand, refocusing and narrowing her eyes as she tried to ignore the fact that she could feel Magda's body heat prickling the hair on her arms while they reviewed the scans. "I'm seeing moisture recyclers, here and here," Emily said brusquely, indicating the building Magda gestured to. "That's consistent with hydroponics. If there's a food plant on base, it'll be there. The other guess is it's some sort of sensitive material storage. But if that's the case, then the food plant will either be underground or unbuilt. Wouldn't shock me if the Hive only sent those settlers with the food they took in transit. After all, the whole place was supposed to be destroyed in a kaiju attack." Bobbing her head a little, Emily let out an explosive sigh and dropped her head. "It's a safe enough bet that's the plant. If it is, we can definitely fork production and wean the population down on e-blockers. If not. Well... they didn't have much of a shot anyway..." The idea made Emily's blood boil, her hatred of the Hive tainting the words as her finger ticked with a mechanical buzz that reminded her to rein in her thoughts.

Not guilty. I've usually had the use of a car through various arrangements, but I've never owned a car in my own name. The next person thinks they are a better than average driver.

Radiant purity

Guilty. I've never broken a bone or been sick enough to warrant a hospital stay. I have had a couple of times I probably should have. A friend basically held me down the first time I had a major panic attack because I didn't know what was happening and I was crying to go to the hospital (she clocked what was going on and rode it out with me instead). And as a teen, I took a spill off my bike and cracked my head on a truck fender. Looking back, I probably had a concussion, but I didn't tell anyone I was throwing up and dizzy because my mom seemed irritated we were going to be late leaving the house. But hey, I'm still alive, soooo The next person has had a hospital stay that lasted more than a week.

I had a great time RPing with Johnc99. They have a good head for understanding their character and what motivates them, making the character feel natural and alive in a way that is easy to write with. They were open and welcoming of ideas and provided options when brainstorming the initial premise, and even after we got into the RP, Johnc99 was courteous and respectful OOC. I would definitely recommend them for people looking for a thoughtful, relaxed RP partner, and I would definitely RP with them again myself.

Guilty. When I talk to people in real life, I end up being awkward and using a lot of vague explanations of how I'm using my time. I just don't know anyone face to face that I think would be thrilled or open-minded to hear about how I'm writing erotica and getting back into seiðr. And even my SFW writing isn't something I really like 'getting into' with people. Maybe this is actually a sneaky 'not guilty', because when I'm in spaces where I feel safer, I do tend to gush and not really have anything that's 'off-limits' to talk about. The next person has a strong opinion on Myers Briggs personality tests or personality typing in general.

Depraved kinks

Guilty. So back in high school, I was doing street evangelism with my church: Periodically we'd go into the city, handing out fliers/pamphlets, calling out from street corners, and trying to strike up conversations with anyone who'd listen. Sometimes it was just our group, but sometimes we'd team up with other churches and missionary organizations, and this particular week, we were paired up with a new group. We'd all meet together, then split up if there were enough of us to cover multiple corners in pairs or trios. The 'leader' of my trio was this wiry older man; we'll call him David. David had this manic smile where his teeth were apart and showing, and it felt like I could see the whites of his eyes completely surrounding the irises. When he shook my hand, he rubbed his thumb back and forth and held on for what felt like a long time. At the same time he grabbed my shoulder with his opposite hand and did this weird little massage grip with his fingertips. Once we were a group, he never stopped looking at us. The whole time we were there, I don't think he looked at the people passing for more than a few seconds and every time I looked at him, he was either looking at me or the other girl in our trio. I don't remember a lot of what David said during the couple hours we were out there with him, but I remember being very confused, not knowing what the hell he was talking about, and feeling he was an uncomfortably close talker with that insistent eye contact he kept trying to maintain. After a couple hours, we were done. I never mentioned how uncomfortable he made me because "some people are just awkward" and "judge not" and a bunch of other things that made me second guess if I was just being too sensitive. I did do more street evangelism after that, but I did not see David ever again. The next person has seen a ghost or spirit.

Guilty. 90% of the time, it's water. My 'go to' hot drink is coffee, and my default alcohol is a cabernet for wine, brandy for liquor, and stouts for beer. When I can afford a treat, New Holland's Dragon's Milk is my favorite beer. The next person has no trouble sleeping.

Oof, I feel so sloppy with that submission. Also it's too long, but I left myself no time to edit down (it definitely ended up wanting to be a longer story and I might end up giving it its own thread to chase the idea out). Ok, I'll stop making excuses, now. Entry submitted!

A Garden Story

Guilty-ish. I have a small pride flag in my room, a few stickers and a shirt. But I live in a very Red area right now, and I'm anxious about singling myself out. I've met some allies, but nobody flies a Pride flag around here. The next poster has written erotic stories or RP in public.

Guilty. I'm crampy, financially nervous after cutting my clients that now want AI "shepherding" instead of my writing, and it's frankly too-damn-hot... but I also reconnected with my witchy side and my cat has been unusually snuggly, so yeah—It's a good day. (Also offering Izzy a hug ❤ because it always helps me) The next person loves thunderstorms.

Not Guilty. Apart from some soccer in middle-school and high school, I haven't done much with sports. The next person has quit an athletic team mid-season.

I was kind of imagining Velvet and Robin entering the party together, so if there's something you want to do in that space, I'm sure it's fine. But yeah, it feels like the next event will come from the GM (unless someone starts stirring the pot? idk)

Don't we mean 'period' like 'a period of time'? Like a class period or a period of history?

Not Guilty. But I did just look them up, so I might them give a bit more of a listen today. The next person believes magic exists in a meaningful way.