bakerstreet | Like horny confessions, but for strangers

Like horny confessions, but for strangers

FILTHY FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Look at that guy over there. Real fast, tell me the first thing that comes to mind. Go!

Oh my God, wait, no, don't tell me. DON'T TELL ME.

ONE. Top level with your character and limits, prefs, comfort levels, etc.

TWO. Because other characters are going to comment (possibly forced) their nastiest, horniest, thirsty-ass, down-bad, FERAL first thoughts about them. Straight, no chaser. And definitely no filter, no sir. We're wild.

THREE. Can you feel the absolute chaos in the studio today?

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Edited 2025-05-22 11:16 (UTC)

Small. Cute.
...That white dress would look good ripped from battle and covered in the blood of your prey.

[Crim has to pause at that. Definitely not the everyday compliment.]

Wow, that's- that's a new compliment for me. I'm not very good at fighting, I never learned.

[They're too much of a sweetheart to want to hurt others.]

I do know a lot of adventurers though! They hunt monsters pretty often.

(Specify a form preference if you have one, otherwise I'll pick on a whim)

[The skinny purple weirdo hiding under the umbrella with his PSP can't handle this anymore.]

Sheesh, girl. Can you put them away? You're working the wrong crowd, here.

You don't need to show them off to make me thing you're amazing.

...could I see more, though?

I admit I've been kinda curious what you'd look like if you ever loosened the fuck up.

The dog isn't hers mind you

Steps on you

[objectify this man]

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[god damn.]

[He's not going to get it but it'll be funny.]

[He blames everything magical that's embarrassing or weird on pixies.]

I watched a human sport called Turkish Oil Wrestling, and now I'm picturing doing that right now. Only with a very different outcome.

What does this sport entail? I am not familiar.

[Like, contextually he understood Wrestling. And while he's fairly confident he can manage that surely there are rules for this sport.]

[In response, Rowan pulls out a phone, because of course he carried one with him when he'd gone back home and then tripped through a portal into some other realm, and pulled up a quick clip of exactly what Turkish Oil Wrestling was.]

A lot of oil, love.

What a waste of cooking oil. I would not disgrace those who go hungry by such acts.

[Xenk buddy did you even notice the men???]

... Oh dear Fates.

[It took a moment, and then a lean in and a quiet sniff, and Rowan rolled his eyes.]

There should be some kind of rule about people who look like you being stolen away by a deity for their own uses. Completely unfair, if you ask me.

[Well for someone with a keen sense of smell to find more than the Human on a man, Xenk must be quite the odd specimen. The taint of undeath lingers ever so faintly upon him, though the touch of his most holy patron has also left a mark.

For the man himself, however, the action is studied with a mixture of confusion and suspicion.]

Sandalwood incense and dried lavender sprigs.

[It would not do to be malodorous while trying to help those in need.]

Oh no, you smell divine. Quite literally.

[It was the magic more than the scent that Rowan picked up on. Not human. Not mage or witch. Certainly not fae. But divine? Oh, there was an angle to it. And with the armor, he had to wonder if he was some kind of holy knight on a crusade.]

Do vows of chastity come into play?

[ TURNS AROUND AND WALKS AWAY

before he says something real, real stupid ]

Ho! Edgin, my friend.

Where do you rush to?

[He will just climb over whatever he has to to follow you, Ed. You know this by now. He's like a persistence hunter.]

Oh, I just remembered I left the fire on and I need to go away. Over there. And deal with it.

[ stop persistence hunting him, you super megahot babe i mean annoying asshole i mean two things can be true. ]

If you have pressing matters too urgent to assist me then say so.

[Okay he does have to pause to shake his boot free of the pail he stepped in trying to follow Edgin in the straightest line possible. Oops.]

The matters are soooo pressing, I—wait, you need my assistance?

[ he thought he was just bailing on another completely circular conversation, but— ]

What do you even need?

[ he stops and turns, arms crossing over his chest. ]

The people here are possessed by urges strange and unfathomable.

[He gestures out to the wider area.]

You understand the people's parlance far better than I. For what purpose would another wish to invoke a 'moterboat' on my person? Is it a curse?

Strange and unfathom—

[ no, no, he stops. he listens seriously. very, very seriously. yeah, okay, he should have kept walking. he should have just walked away. ]

It's only a curse if the thought of someone putting their face between the war gongs you keep under that shirt and blowing is an unpleasant concept to you.