It's 3am but I cannot get to sleep (thanks to njancek) but it's okay because I'm posting my first journal on InkBunny, and this is how I see most websites like this. Websites like YaoiHaven, DeviantArt, FurAffinity, Agn.Ph, etc... And how I see theses websites as a whole.
Now the website for me represents a hotel in a lot of ways, and when you sign up, you get your own little room. It's all fully furnished, but you do have to decorate it. It's a sweet deal if you think about it... You can build your own character and create there story, like any good MMO but probably more sex and less violence, or the other way around if you are like me, a writer. But back to the house...
The house had the standards you would have in any apartment. A kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom, a living room and a study. Lets go through the uses of each room.
Your living room is the thing everyone sees. It's where you hang your newest and finest artwork, it's where you play your newest songs, and where you leave your newest entries of writings and your public journal. It's also where people can come and leave notes. Why do they leave noted in this reality and not tell you? Because they may not be home. They could be out, looking at other characters works. But enough about observing art, lets talk about sex.
One thing some characters can do is look at your art and play with themselves to it. It's not uncommon on inkbunny or any other sites. If you have a sexual post on inkbunny, there is a 90% chance someone is waxing their carrot (since the site is called "inkbunny"). On Agn.Ph it's probably a 100% chance, same as YaoiHaven. On FurAffinity it's probably 50%. 5% on DeviantArt, and th list goes on.
Now from here, we go to the comments portion of the cycle. From here, the owners of the house (who probably know you we're beating it to their photo of king-kong blowing donkey-kong) tend to judge what you write about their work. Again, they aren't in their room (because they thmselves migh be looking at a photo of princess celestial as a herm getting head from barbie's horse). From here, your relationship with the artist can advance in many ways. If they don't like what you said, they can block you. If they don't read through the comments, you waisted valued time you could be using to find that picture of hamtaro raping pikachu that you've alwayse wanted to see. You might "watch" the artist so that you can keep up with their latest work, or if you are lucky, the artist will reply. If the artist reies (or you reply to a commenter) two things will likely happen. 1: the chat stops there. 2: you two chat, and eventually get to what I like to call, the online friendzone.
The online friendzone is special. It shows that you are (maybe even slightly) more personal with the artist, or with that member of your audience. Instead of just communicating through photo posts, you send letters to eachother, that only you and the recipient will know about (and maybe a few of the mods or devs of the "hotel").
Some times, this advances to the bedroom of your apartment. This is where some of the more naughty things are spoken about. Sex. Sex. And more sex. (Or RP if you didn't catch the drift). The bed, of course just another instrument for if you and said character do something else than just talk about sex can use at your disposal. Maybe it'll be some light cuddling, that's my favorite. Maybe fourplay, or mauve hard ode BDSM, I don't judge. The bathroom and kitchen of your home can be be used in similar manners. He kitchen for a romantic dinner in said RP, and the bathroom for possibly even more kinkyer things than BDSM, or just to clean up from a not-so-past encounter that you had with said character.
The study is your own zone. Sometimes you can let others watch you draw your latest masterpiece, conduct your newest sonnet, or write your newest poem. It is your space that is fully equipped with everything and anything that you would need to work. It's the most personal part of your "home" and you protect it well.... With a six diget combination that a fourth-grader could guess, but why would a fourth-grader be at Inkbunny Heights in the first place...
That about concludes my view on inkbunny and I will be honest, this kinda started off in my mind as a joke, but it is a fitting metaphor.
Be sure to comment and let me know what you think, I love criticism.
Dusk out (but probably not gonna sleep)
