Bum Bear
So I'm an alien now
Garbage Bear RP Search ʕథ౪థʔ
About the Bum
Yo to all who happen upon this shitty thread of mine! I'm Bum Bear, a 20 year old bear that also goes by Garbage Bear, Bummy, and or simply Bum. I'm am your weird sometimes friendly homeless bear under your highway who is currently in search of someone to do fandom/fantasy rps with! I would go into my experience as an rper, but who cares about that shit. (8+ years for those who are wondering hue hue hue)
Guidelines
Here I am just gonna lay down some guidelines as well as some expectations that I'll have for my partner as well as the expectations they can have for me. So the Guidelines:
- I am looking for detailed rpers only.
- No one liners. I cannot stress this enough.
- I would like my partner to be 18+ please. No negotiating this.
- I may be a Bear but I am harmless and lazy af, so don't be afraid to talk to me mate. I ain't gonna bite'cha. Probably.
- I only do anime face claims. There's no convincing me otherwise.
- I am open to all pairings (mxm, fxf, mxf).
- I normally prefer to play a female character, but I can do males.
- Post should only be in 3rd person. First person freaks me out.
- I know this is fantasy, but I would like to have some form of realism when it comes to character and posts.
- I do like romance, but it does not have to be the center of the rp. I am looking for a good time, with or without romance.
- I will be expecting an rp sample. Mines cane be found at the bottom of this post.
- If you are interested in rping with me but not any of my plots then let me know. Send me some of your ideas and I'll be happy to work with you on it. I am always open to new ideas.
- PM if you're interested.
What to expect from me:
- I will guarantee a minimum response of 2 - 3 paragraphs. No exceptions here.
- You can expect me to post within the week of you posting. However, I do have a life outside of this and I assume you do as well so I please ask that you do not rush me. If after a week I am unresponsive and have not given you any notice feel free to shoot me a PM. Metaphorically, not literally. I am very squishy to bullets.
- I'm a Bear, I am not the best grammatically (Excuses! Yay Bum!). However, I will do my damnest to make sure that my writing is understandable and has few mistakes as possible.
- I will always attempt to match my partner's writing so if you write a shit ton then we'll just be to shit ton writing son of a gun. If you write the minimum well vice versa.
What I expect of my partner:
- This is pretty much me regurgitating the expectations you should have of me really, but here we go anyway. I would like a minimum response of 1 paragraph of 7 sentences at least.
- Not looking for you to be super active. If you take longer than a week to post let me know.
- Please, if you're uninterested in continuing the rp let me know. Just something courteous ya know.
- Decent Grammar. 'Nough said.
The Meat of this Shit
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Fandoms
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I normally do OC's but if you'd like to play a canon character then that's fine by me!
- BNHA (Boku no Hero Academia)
- Pokemon
- Overlord
- Digimon
- Ouran High School Host Club
- One Punch Man
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The Cliche
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Muse A is a hero tasked with rescuing some unknown princess from the demon lord. On his search, he stumbles upon Muse B who is on a mission of their own. As the Cliche gods demand, the two decide to journey with one another until their goal is reach. Nothing to outlandish about this one. Just a guilty pleasure of mine. -
In the Past
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Muse A is an aspiring anthropologist or is an already existing anthropologist/historian with a certain interest in Egyptian history. He is given the chance to go to Egypt to work on one of the few excavation sites of a Pharaoh's tomb. There, he studies the hieroglyphics inscribed on the wall. While enthralled with it, he separates from the group and wanders deeper into the tomb.
There he enters the grave of the Pharaoh, although his body has been removed, the pedestal in which he was buried on is still intact and has an inscription on it. Reading them aloud, he is then transported into a desert area of the likes he has never seen. Here, he is attacked by an unknown monster and is saved by Muse B who happens to be a relative of the Pharaoh. The two meet and Muse B claims Muse A to be his slave and thus the relationship between the two begin. Not everything recorded in the history books is true. The setting would be more fantasy like opposed to just a switch in time period. -
What the Hell?
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Muse A and B are people completely unrelated to one another, and are as different as night and day. However, one circumstance leads to another and the two are held at gun point by men dressed in black, loan sharks after Muse B for the debts of his deceased father. Amidst this, Muse A is accidentally dragged along and now both are facing a life and death situation. None which are their fault yet here they stand. In a last ditch effort to escape, the two run into a busy street only to meet their end at the hands of a 18 wheeler. Presumed dead, a light flashes and their life seemingly flashes through their eyes.
Going unconscious, they awaken to find themselves alive in the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees. They are in no physical pain although their is a slight ringing in their head. They have full memory of what happened to them which makes the situation even more unbelievable. Checking themselves, they find that not only there location is different, but so is there bodies. They are no longer the same people they were before and even more strange, one of both of their bodies don't even appear to be human. Here is basically where they have to figure out what the hell is going on and where in the world they are. -
Becoming the Demon King
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Muse A and B are the lowest ranked monsters in the world they reside. There species are often killed in bulk by adventurers seeking to make a little coin or to practice. Many humans don't realize behind their appearance that they are living creatures who seek to live a long life as any other organism would. However, everyday their kind is killed as exp fodder or eaten by stronger monsters. Not anymore. Two monsters who happen upon one another after escaping with their lives from adventurers seek to change themselves and the world around them. Both have something the other is without and having the same goal they decide to reach the pinnacle of success for monster, becoming the demon king. With that in mind, the two set out on a journey in order to evolve and grow into the most powerful monsters alive.
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Rp Samples
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- What defined a man? Was it the size of his scrotum? The mere fact that he had a scrotum? The thickness of his abs? Maybe the strength of his beliefs? Or could it be something so simple as the will of his heart? The answer was unclear but on this day in City-14, there stood a man. Rippling folds of skin on his stomach, pecs that could best any woman's breast in the mere size of them, and outstanding 5'6" ,shorter than the average male of his age, but manly none the less. From the hair on his head to the nails on his toes, he was far from the perfect male specimen. However, a man still. Standing not so tall against the sweltering heat of this even numbered city he was ready. A bouquet of red roses in hand, sweat dribbling down his cheeks, and a pair of blue sacred undergarments that may look like panties, in fact not panties at all, stood Kishi. A human of phenomenal will power. A man of many accomplishments. A person of dignity! A manly man's man! This was Kishi. This was his life. This is his story. And these were not his panties.
A beautiful day it was. Birds humming, not a single cloud in the sky, flowers in full blossom, a broken scooter, sweltering heat, cars blowing their horn at any and all those around, an old lady arguing with her husband on the bus, a cat sneaking up on him from the alley, a woman mistaking him for a pedophile . . . A lie. Today was hell personified. The heat was overbearing, the sun too dense to realize that it was frying the people of this town alive. Especially a fat man walking down a path of burning rocks, a sidewalk with no shade other than the carts of food vendors that took up shop on them. Kishi tromped forward, face and shirt covered in the pools of his own making. Not of pee but of sweat. Each step brought on it's own adversity. The burning of the sole of his sandals, the sweet scent of Taiyaki baking, the occasional rude pedestrian who so happened to be a Cacomorphobic or just harbored an unjust hatred for the big boned. Something they'd have to get fixed if they wanted to live in this ever growing obese world. Kishi took a quick pause deciding it was high time for him to have a break. He had been walking for the past twenty-five minutes, the bus stopping a few blocks away from his destination. Originally, he had no plans on leaving the flower shop this morning, his scooter having broken down a week prior, having to deal with a busted engine. His main goal had been to simply work the store floor, but a sudden call from a distraught father had brought him all the way here.
Apparently, a stray dog had somehow found it's way into the location of the customer's daughter's wedding area and went about making a mess of the place, the bouquet needed for the bride included. The nearest florist had closed down shop due to some familial issue in City-5 and the only other shop that had been relatively close had been his. Normally, he'd have to decline such a request, his policy stating that all deliveries must be phoned in at least twenty four hours before delivery date. However, hearing the urgency in the man's voice the part-time hero in him could not allow his plea to go unanswered and so here he was. Call upon the devil and he will appear. That's how the saying went. A sudden shiver brought him back on his feet, his presence having caught the attention of a couple of high school kids. Time to go. If he learned anything in his forty-seven years of living it was that high school students were to be avoided at all cost else they'd sink their fangs into him immediately. Before they could start chattering, Kishi mustered the strength to march on despite the intense sunlight. He made the mistake of walking too fast, an uncomfortable rubbing in between his bum causing him to jump. Oh no. The panties were now wedge between his two cheeks threatening to destroy the little shred of manhood he had left. Slowing his step he kept forward, clenching his bum in order to avoid danger of god-like proportions.
Almost there. He could see his destination a block ahead of him, the sign "La Fleur" glistening in the sunlight reflecting back a bright gold. It was fancy. Quite fancy. Fancy enough to make him want to hobble back to the bus without completing his job. But alas, his conscience would not allow him to flake on a job he had taken upon himself. And so he stood under the sun roof of the wedding parlor and opened the glass knob into a world that he could only dream of.
This place was astounding, for lack of a better term. Beautiful white walls decorated in golden flowers, a cake the size of his body and that was saying something. The tables were decorated in a lovely lace, that draped over the edge like water droplets. Had he really been invited to such a grand place? Of course he wasn't. He was simply here to deliver the flowers, nothing more. Looking for the father who called him, he was met by a woman in a skin tight black dress that caressed her body wonderfully, revealing every single curve on her. The only thing hidden were her breast as locks of red hid them from view.
"Uhm, sir. I think you've entered the wrong establishment. This here is reserved for the bride and groom to be." she stated, snapping him out of his awe.
"I ya. I brought flowers. A bouquet of red roses that had been requested by a Mr. Price." he assured, lifting the delicately crafted bouquet in his hands as proof he had been sent here.
"Flowers? Oh, you must be the man Ms. Price had called earlier." she replied, motioning her hand to follow behind. Kishi couldn't deal with women. Not as if he was batting for the other team, but the memories he had of them weren't very fond ones. This woman, especially, held an aura of superiority about her that made him question his person. She was a beauty, that much was apparent, but also a leader in some regard. As he helplessly followed behind her, he couldn't help but recall her saying a "Ms. Price". He was sure a man had called him on the phone. Could the phone had distorted her voice or something.
"Ms. Price, I've brought him."
"Thank you darling." she thanked as the red-head took her leave of the room, leaving Ms. Price and himself alone together.
"Sorry for the rude reception. Maria can get a little grumpy while busy." she told him.
"Oh no trouble at all. She couldn't have known . . ." he paused as she revealed herself, spinning the chair that she was seated in facing the window that hid her body. This. This was a woman? Her chest was broad, her muscles were disgustingly big, her legs unusually thick, and her magical area horribly heavy. A woman? This was a man if he'd ever seen one! She was more of a man than he was! ". . . I was coming." he finished as a look of confusion took over her face.
"Well, it doesn't matter anymore. You've brought the flowers I requested, yes?" she asked, her voice inexplicably deep, too deep.
"Uh, oh yeah right! The flowers. I've brought them as you've requested. Thorns trimmed and wrapped in a golden ribbon." he responded, the sweat returning to his face, this time for reasons other than the heat.
"I thank you. Without you this entire wedding would be ruined. How can I ever repay you?"
" $13.43 would suffice." he replied, handing the she-man her order.
"There has to be something more I can offer." She pleaded in a tone which he supposed was trying to sound seductive which brought about the opposite effect that it was supposed to have on him.
"I-it's quite alright. I'm just doing my job." he assured, the sweat increasing at their prolonged conversation.
"Are you sure. I mean ever since my husband left I haven't been able to do anything right without a man-" danger. Kishi did not like the sound of that raspy 'man' of hers. His panties pull themselves out of his rear and headed towards the door pitching a tent in the back instead of the usual front. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. When would he ever get a chance to be with a wom...an. Examining the look in her eyes he determined that if stayed any longer he wasn't sure if he or his bum would make it in one piece, the beast growling within Ms. Price's eyes. Panties were right as always. He had to make a run for it. Handing him twenty dollars, she told him to keep the change and with that he bowed and ran out the room, a thick hand attempting to stop him before he exited out.
Whoa! Another second and he might've transformed back there. Having escaped the clutches of doom, he headed back to the bus stop prepared to return to his sanctuary, his own personal garden at the top of the shop. However, rest does not exist for a part-timer as he happened to pass by a news broadcast involving a sudden demon attack on City-5. By the looks of it, the immediate threat had been taken care of, but the damages done appeared to be quite severe. Thinking about it, it wouldn't hurt to simply take a look around the area to check for any civilian casualties. The fighting may be over, but there was still much hero work to be done. They might need his assistance in repairs. Checking to see no one was around, he dashed into a nearby alley where he took a deep breath while holding his chest, feeling the erratic beating of his heart. Must be from the running earlier.
"Puri Puri Snow Transform!" he shouted, a glowing blue light emanating from his crotch area before illuminating his entire body in the same blue light. Kishi's round body began to flatten and then slightly curve, his height decreasing drastically along with the length of his hair. A second later, a book and unusually large pen appeared, the light fading until nothing but a small lightly dressed girl with flowing white hair and fox ears were left. He transformed into his hero persona "Puri Snow" as dubbed by her fan base he found on the internet when he first began this job. Picking up the floating pen-like wand and grimoire she shot up to the sky and flew towards the City-5. With a flick of her wand she called about her contracted familiar Aquarius, a small water platypus appearing in a bowl of water with a bag of chips in hands, crumbs swimming in his self-made pool.
"Yo. What'chu call me fo'." he inquired, a deep voice along with loud crunching escaping his bill.
"I want to go check out the ... are you eating my deluxe limited addition fried barbecue chips!" she hollered more than asked.
"Hmm? You say something Snow?" he ignored her as he stuck another barbecue scented chip in his mouth.
"Why you lit- fine! We don't have time to worry about your thievery." she sighed. "What I was saying is ,there's been an attack on City-5 that's been recently put down. I just want to do a little check to see if I can help a little." she stated Aquarius seemingly more interested in eating her chips rather than listening. She decided to ignore him the rest of the way, the twenty minute flight time it took to get there spent in silence. Puri Snow landed in a darken alley way a few feet from the destruction point. Walking through the back ways, she and Aquarius kept quiet, the platypus throwing away an empty bag of chips on the ground leaving Snow to pick it up and throw it away in a nearby trashcan. She didn't care much for littering.
"Now to have a look around town. Aquarius! Camouflage if you'd please."
"I don't please."
"Just do it you stinkin' duck, mammal, whatever you are!"
"Aight." he said nonchalantly before turning her into a girl of bronze skin, darker blue eyes, and white chopped hair.
"Let's have a quick looksies around here." and with that she went about skulking around the city through the rubble, looking to find any potential threats or dangers.
- What defined a man? Was it the size of his scrotum? The mere fact that he had a scrotum? The thickness of his abs? Maybe the strength of his beliefs? Or could it be something so simple as the will of his heart? The answer was unclear but on this day in City-14, there stood a man. Rippling folds of skin on his stomach, pecs that could best any woman's breast in the mere size of them, and outstanding 5'6" ,shorter than the average male of his age, but manly none the less. From the hair on his head to the nails on his toes, he was far from the perfect male specimen. However, a man still. Standing not so tall against the sweltering heat of this even numbered city he was ready. A bouquet of red roses in hand, sweat dribbling down his cheeks, and a pair of blue sacred undergarments that may look like panties, in fact not panties at all, stood Kishi. A human of phenomenal will power. A man of many accomplishments. A person of dignity! A manly man's man! This was Kishi. This was his life. This is his story. And these were not his panties.
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