Your most shameful, cringe-worthy prompt?

[Dave Strider]

We all started somewhere, didn't we? And most of us sucked. But did ya'll use to suck on cherubplay?

Personally I did. I'm still very ashamed of myself and I hope ya'll won't boo me after this lmao

I personally once rped (on cherubplay mind you) a female Eridan (oh god this is taking a bad start) who took on to prostitution (jesus christ this is awful).

Most surprising part, I actually managed to get some. Decent? I don't know if we can call them decent considering the topic. But yeah, decent rps, with that.

It only lasted a day, I reposted it a few times, then someone vagued about me in the tag and I cut that shit out.

Bad times.

[mogseltof]

I've had a damn few prompts that weren't great but only two that ever got vagued about. One was because I asked people to match length bc I didn't want to go over two paras for that one, and the other got screencapped several times because I tossed up a shitty Bee Movie crossover as a joke 0u0 But yeah, I have a handful of prompts in an urban fantasy au that are pretty appalling

[Peridot]

Every single fucking feralstuck Grand Highblood prompt I ever posted fucking hell I coud cry @ past me

[astrivid]

I was one of those people who would retake prompts if someone disconnected on me (though now I complain about it all the time I'm so sorry) and I would make prompts to ask for people to come back. Why did ANYONE rp with me?

I'd also write terrible 2edgy7me kind of prompts that I don't really want to talk about. Essentially it was all angst bait and it was terrible.

I've hopefully improved though. Emphasis on hopefully.

[Chairubplay]

Oh boy, do you want to see some actual old shame from my earliest Cherubplay days?

(( No-Sburb AU, humanstuck is preferred, anyone is welcome )) Dave Strider was a jack of all trades with his fingers in a lot of pies. A lover of music, beats with a bass that could make you hair stand on end, he had a part-time job as a DJ, spinning tracks for local clubs when the mood struck him. It was good work, as well as something he enjoyed, though it didn’t really cover all his bills as a slacking college student. It helped that he was the heir to some serious cash that lay in the porn industry, with PlushRump becoming its own empire that catered to sick fucks with a puppet fetish. Money was money, but while Dave didn’t exactly care where it came from, it wasn’t really the sort of thing he mentioned while on a first date. He’d been getting into a bit of photography work, and even if he still loved his ill jams, he was starting to rekindle his old passion for the camera. After doing a little asking around, he’d finally started looking for models, sniffing out places for good shoots, and sifting through portfolios of all the hopeful candidates looking to get their own start. There was one person in particular that had definitely caught his eye, so he took the next step and scheduled a meeting at his studio apartment, hoping to get some great shots at long last.

IT'S SO BAD.

[Dave Strider]

Chairubplay

I ACTUALLY REMEMBER THIS PROMPT

[Chairubplay]

Dave Strider

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[mogseltof]

((CW for violence, mind control. This is an urban fantasy setting, where the characters have powers similar to magic or super powers [Kurloz here believes they come from gods, this may or may not be true], used in a web of group relations based on power types [ie psychic based power users tend to band together, as do psychokinetic based users, so on so forth]. Extended use of power can result in heavy physical mutations, leading many who rely heavily on them to be called 'trolls' for the greying of the skin and the odd horns and claws they grow. Certain powers can be used to create the illusion of normal humanity, but extended use of those have the side affect of making them vulnerable to all other powers. However, for certain sacrifices you can reduce or postpone the cost to any use of power. All canon characters welcome, please try to match length))

Kurloz did not regret any of the choices he'd made, no matter what they'd cost him. The first piercer's studio had turned him down the instant he explained what he needed, and so had the second, but the third piercer had nails a little too sharp, and eyes a little too yellow, and had examined the sheet of paper with his request written on it, and named a price.

While the metal loops tugged his lips together, and he refused to utter a sound, his skin would remain a normal, dark brown, human tone, his eyes would not turn the purple they'd been edging, and he wouldn't have to spend quite so much time on cutting and shaping his nails. He might keep the manicures though, they irritated people. And on the plus side, his shields would remain high, and there would be not as much of a blow to his ability to control his power. Gods bless, well, the gods.

He turned a corner, and felt a familiar mind skirting his consciousness, already shaking his head internally. Other power users really did not have any concept of how to be mentally subtle.

this was my first ever prompt lmao

And Chair I remember seeing that prompt floating around!

[Chairubplay]

I'm gonna cry.



There's no other way out of this.

You're going to have to decapitate me.

[mogseltof]

goddamn I can't find my single para bee movie prompt anywhere this is such bullshit I had someone tell me they wanted me to get banned over that thing

[nukacherry]

Are we posting our earliest prompts because one of mine from several years ago is literally:

Since the death of his conwoman mother, the youngest child of four in the Nitram family had definitely started cutting up. To be fair, he was far from the only member of the family to seek a less than illustrious and law-abiding lifestyle with his older sisters already learning how to sweet talk and manipulate their ways into various bank accounts, nightclubs, and into the wallets of whoever they seemed to want to. His brother Rufioh was perhaps the most 'normal' of the bunch but he hardly looked like it with his spiked dyed hair and punkish attire.

Honestly even their father was punkrock as hell, but it left the youngest boy a bit left out when he didn't make any noticeable grades or awards. He was a senior in high school, already 18, and the most interesting thing he'd ever done was win the regional Fiduspawn championship. So Tavros had quite simply decided that he was going to become just as noticeable in the family as everyone else was. Sure, maybe the police weren't exactly friendly to the son of the conwoman who'd held up a bank for thirty seven hours before dying 'gloriously' in a shootout with police that caused a grand total of 23 million dollars in property damage.

So, why not pull off a crime or two on his own? He couldn't think of anyone better than the neighbor down the road who liked to let her cats run all across the neighborhood (usually coming right up to him, too! It wasn't like he hated cats, they just usually had him in allergic reactions for hours afterwards.) But to be honest, in theory, as he held the brick in his hand he was having a few second thoughts. His brows furrowed for a moment, checking his watch. 9:18PM. Definitely dark enough to make the sprint back home. Without a second thought, he lodged the brick through the window, as a rush of adrenaline hit him, grinning a bit as he waited for just a few moments to see any sort reaction inside of the house.

[astrivid]

I'm so glad I delete my old prompts OFTEN. Also Chair I do remember that one too lmao

[Chairubplay]

I wanna die.

[Dave Strider]

There's no dying under my roof. You stay here, you live with the never ending shame. And if needed, I can provide hugs and stuff. No homo tho

[astrivid]

Apr 21, 2016 19:37:46 GMT Chairubplay said:

I wanna die.

We all wanna die. It's okay.