#( open starter )

[another-argo]

°•□Open Starter □•°

I Live Inside You Forever, With Satan Himself By My Side

ANYONE CAN INTERACT

>TW: Unwilling transformation, derealization, loss of bodily autonomy, body mutilization (possibly other things) <

Argo had locked himself in one of the prison cells the moment he felt it start. His wings had somehow.. absorbed back into his body? Making it all the more painful when they burst out again.

Argo lets out a bloodcurdling scream- like millions of souls worth of agony are being channeled through Argo right now.

Argo is wearing a weird outfit; like something an old puppet would wear. Bows. Everywhere. A bow tie, bows on their gloves, and bows on their little socks- and on every individual set of wings.

It would be cute, but the bows sprout into string; tying tightly around their respective areas. Wrists, wings, ankles, neck- and they lead back to an invisible control panel.. somewhere above Argo.

His wings are pure white- but tied back by razored, barbed, wire. So are his facial wings- and the smaller pair of facial wings that sprouted out with the large; actually functional wings.

They make Argo look almost.. angelic- in a biblical way.

Argo looks up, repressing another scream. Their voice already hurts.

They see a person and their face goes deadly pale.

You notice they're missing all their facial scars; like they're wearing a perfect porcelain mask.

The 'mask' which seems to now just be Argo's skin cracks; right where their jawline scar used to be.

Argo tries to move back- but their razor wire restraints prevent that. He almost objects; almost vocalizes- but a stitch comes undone from their neck and that shuts him up really damn quick.

Argo looks like a perfect little angel puppet.

So, what do you do?

taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @orion-the-hunterpt2 @lilacnightshade @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @faceless-bugger @unlicensed-field-medic @the-great-emperor-commodus @the-eclipsed-sun @sophia-hunter-of-artemis @daughter-of-thanatoss

[its-nate-the-sharpshot]

Rp starter:

(mostly for the people tagged but if anyone feels like they fit in this storyline too then go ahead)

The sound of an car pulling into the driveway of the Barton house garage could be heard in the early morning. Stepping outside, you see an old pickup truck coming to a halt just outside the house. The driver-side door opens and out steps Nate, looking tired but a lot better. He'd grown his hair out a bit, and the only trace of injuries on him is an almost healed black eye. He looks nervous, but more than anything, he looks happy to be home. There's also a blonde girl in the passenger seat, who seems to be just waking up.

Nate comes up to you, a sheepish expression on his face

"...surprise?"

@clintbarton-thearrowguy @laura-barton-shield @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 @thebetterbartontwin @the-good-redheaded-witch

[notaeoluschild]

{Open Starter}

[Missing]

*It’s nearly lunchtime and Wysper has yet to appear. He often got to camp very early and would greet his friends and acquaintances, help out with any chores, or help set up the archery practice. No signs of him being sick either, considering his siblings would have said so on the way there. It seems more quiet with Wysper gone. Too quiet.

Then you hear a sharp and distressed neigh from above. You see Porsche, Wysper’s pegasus, arrive. She looked panicked, and the fact Wysper wasn’t even with her was worrying. Where could he have gone?*

Taglist: @pain-is-forever @onlymythologypersonincamp @greekjesus @fay-and-janet @reyno-solis-real @reluctant-son-of-time @iris-kids-fuckery @bigsistercoded @apollododgeballtarget @unlicensed-field-medic @the-great-emperor-commodus

[the-eclipsed-sun]

Open starter: Relapse

TW: Self-Harm

[Apollo's been missing for a while.. last time you heard from him he was gonna take a walk in the forest. You decide to go look for him.. and find him curled up against a tree, his arms covered in deep gashes and golden ichor staining the ground. A dagger lay beside him, coated in the stuff. What the hell happened here!?]

Anyone can interact! //taglist @the-great-emperor-commodus @hyacinthus-wants-revenge @the-son-of-the-sun @glowy-cool-girl @unlicensed-field-medic @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @hermes-god-of-thieves @grapes-and-pinecones @onlymythologypersonincamp @another-argo

[katherine-fisk]

Hope is found in the way things always rearrange. you can find solace in the fact that even if this is the worst storm you’ve yet to face, the sun will always fall back into place. - Whitney Hanson

A breath in—too shallow, too deep. Her lungs resisted, heavy and slow, as if they'd forgotten how to expand. Something pressed against her chest, making each inhale a struggle, yet in that struggle, there was relief. Breathing was a luxury. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it.

The room was too bright. Not just bright—loud. The light pressed against her closed eyelids, insistent, relentless. It took her a moment to understand that the dull pounding in her skull wasn’t separate from it.

She tried to move her fingers first. They twitched—at least, she thought they did. The sensation was distant, delayed, as if her body belonged to someone else and she was only borrowing it for the moment. Everything felt wrong. Her limbs were too heavy, her skin too tight. A sharp sting flared across her cheek, but it didn’t feel like hers. Neither did the deep, echoing throb in her ankle, nor the phantom burn crackling under her skin.

None of it felt like hers.

Katherine opened her eyes.

The world began to form a painting in front of her slowly. A distant murmur of voices filtered in from the hall, muffled by the door but still present, a quiet reminder that the world hadn’t stopped. The world hadn’t stopped, but she had. An outlet nearby had a high-pitched hum coming from it, but it was so low only those listening for it would hear it. Her left arm felt heavy. A small turn and Katherine realized it was due to a needle buried in her veins. Pain killers. Fluids. An IV. The air smelled sharp, sterile, and edged with something artificial. Hospital.

@merc-with-the-m0uth

@mysticmasterstephenstrange

@maryfisk / @wilsonfisk-thekingpin

@official-buckybarnes

@the-winter-smolder-official

@misterjameswesley

@the-daily-bugle-official-blog

@we-love-redwing

and anyone else who would like a thread - no pressure in joining of course <3

[3ris-d1st0rtionnn]

Its path seemed completely aimless as it browsed the store, appearing to be in a world of its own. However detached it seemed though, it seemed to be paying strangely close attention to any object that caught its eye. That odd buzzing sound followed it around the shop, as if emanating from its being somehow.

i KnOW yOu’RE waTchiNg.

Its voice cut obnoxiously through the tense silence. Its tone almost implied it was teasing him, but the words were said with a confusing type of authority that made him question that.

OPEN STARTER [always open]

It had been under construction for weeks, months it felt like but finally that old heritage building was being taken in by someone that seemed willing to jump through all the hoops needed to do any repairs. Let alone rebuilding the entire building but you had to admit, it looked good.

Wide stone steps led up to the dark wood double doors, large windows on either side displaying quite the array of items for offer.

Black Salts and Forget-Me-Nots read the sign above the door in a smooth swooping font and the shop definably upheld its rather unique name, selling equally unique items. At first glance it may look like one of many shops selling crystals and incenses but that was only some of the items one could see through the windows.

An entire wall seemed taken up with various sized shelves with jars holding a mix of herbs and plants of an array of colors. Keen eyes could pick out one section was teas and another seemingly to be chewed before the signs were to small to read from outside the shop. Through the open doors one could see a counter with an array of charms displayed within the glass.

Deeper, out of sight from the streets, lay more interesting treasures on the shelves though already some whispered there were sections that seemed to vanish when you weren’t paying attention.

The owner and sole employee rested behind the glass counter by the register, comfortably lounging in what seemed to be an actual lazy boy chair while flipping through a thick heavy covered book. Bjorn was younger than most would expect to own his own shop, bright red locks pulled up in a high ponytail with small braids woven through with tiny items peeking through the strands. A bead here, coloured thread there and was that…a bone? You lost sight of the off-white bit as Bjorn turned to lift a steaming cup beside him to his mouth for a careful sip. Still promptly burns his tongue with a little hiss and shake of his head.

[galahadsboy]

Muse: Rokk

Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works

Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate

"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

Anyone can interact

Literally please I love any interaction

[carousel-anon-aka-alexander]

Open starter: Young Emperor (based in the future)

*Alex was now 22 or 23. He was still growing his empire but it was already quite larger then you would expect for such a young emperor. He was busy planning his next moves in a upcoming battle when you found him. Dark circles under his eyes from a lack of sleep and a slim frame from not eating enough. He also had a few of his old plushies sitting in his lap. He did not expect someone to walk in but he smiled as you did*

tags: anyone can interact! You can decide wherever your character is in this point in time! @just-a-mer @mini-assassin-osiris @the-great-emperor-commodus @thrpr0phetuseek @1ceyanonhasarrived @roselio-and-the-thorn

[tokufan400]

Open Halloween Starter

"Well arn't you cute~." Rouge said. It was Halloween, and the bat thief was dressed in a Spiderwoman costume sans the mask. As she was flying, her eyes caught on to someone, and she decided to have some fun. "Wanna have a treat? I promise I won't pull any tricks~." Rouge said with a wink.

[forged-in-fire-and-brimstone]

open starter

You see a figure in the forest, lying down. They look like they're asleep, a rag is next to them (evidence of being cloroformed).

The person looks to be about 15, they have long, messy ginger/blonde hair. They have a multitude of scars and bruises.

They're wearing a stereotypical military school outfit.

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT

ask to be added to the taglist

[another-argo]

>>Open Starter<<

Ghosting

(c'mon, you didn't think I'd stay gone, did you?)

Argo's room had stayed empty for weeks after his death. Only a few people knew where his grave was; so some people took it upon themselves to put offerings in his room instead of on his grave.

It's been a few weeks- to a month or two. The wound still hurts.. but life progresses.

The strangest thing about that is.. any offerings that Argo would've VERY MUCH enjoyed.. disappeared. Any daggers? Gone. Sour candy? Gone aswell.

You think that it's just a coincidence. Maybe- maybe people are actually just bad at this whole offering thing! If Argo was still alive he wouldn't have accepted the gifts anyways.

Because of Argo's room becoming a public tribute, even some kids from camp have managed to slip in- maybe to pay respects, maybe to swear out the bastard one more time, maybe just to pretend they knew him better than they really did.

You thought the noise coming from Argo's room was another camper- or one of his adopted siblings- in there again.

But then there was a crash.

Then another crash.

And something deep- something dark inside you lights. Your immeadiate thought is Eris. Only Theo actually saw the dead body- maybe she didn't die.

You brace yourself for a fight before you open the door and see.. Argo.

Emotions flood you in a giant wave- looking at your dead friend- or enemy- or.. whatever Argo was to you. For a moment, you think it was all a bad dream.

But Argo.. doesn't notice you. He's enamored with this stuffed rabbit.. playing with it like a little kid. He's holding a piece of a wooden block in their other hand, unwilling to let it go.

Argo hums a small tune under their breath. Their hair has gotten longer- and the blonde has grown to be majority of his hair. His eyes are a watercolor of brown and blue now- and he just looks.. transparent?

Argo moves over to some more of the offerings. There are a million different bouquets- but he picks up one that Commodus left for him- tucking a flower into his feather crown.

They put everything down- except they put the wood block in their pocket.

They look at the many daggers that were left to them. Picking some up and inspecting them.

Argo still seems completely oblivious to your presence..

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT !

(Seriously, anyone.)

taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @orion-the-hunterpt2 @lilacnightshade @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @faceless-bugger @unlicensed-field-medic @the-great-emperor-commodus @the-eclipsed-sun

[captain-and-crew]

OPEN STARTER

You were walking along the streets of Vegas for a quest- or otherwise just.. in Vegas. And you see.. a pirate?

Their fluffy brown hair flows in the wind- they're holding a bottle of whiskey, they're in.. heels? They have on so much gold jewelry it looks like they would be wrecked by a magnet.

But hey, it's Vegas. It's probably just a street performer. That is, until, you accidentally brush their shoulder and they pull a FUCKING SWORD ON YOU.

"Witch- witches everywhere. Where are we? How long has it been? Where is my crew?" They ask in a heavy British accent.

ANYONE MAY INTERACT

(ask to be added to tag list!!)

[worldsoflustandwonder]

A Couple's New Game (Open to Males or Females, MxF, FutaxF, FxF; NTR Warning)

Warning: This RP will have heavy focus on NTR, cuckoldry, and cheating. The role for the other person is the one being cheated on, with their knowledge or not. Please do not join if you don't wish to partake.

Sally smiled as she opened the door to the apartment she shared with her significant other. She had just gotten off work, and the nerdy redhead was eager to find her partner as she called [Y/N]'s name.

Once she found them, she rushed up and hugged them tightly. "Hey! So, I found something at work that I really thought we both should try!" she said, before thrusting a red game box in the other's face.

The box depicted three anthropomorphic adventurers, dressed in rather scant clothing and being attacked by a tentacled beast. It was almost erotic, not helped at all by the name "Lands of Luste; Erotic Fantasy Roleplaying Game".

"The shop had this in the back storage area, and I thought you and I could play it together!"

[a-den-of-demons]

Champion, now Cow (Open RP; Monsters and Faunus-like muses preferred)

Pyrrha had been captured by the White Fang during one of her missions. She had been ambushed, and an aura suppressor put on her as she was paraded in front of a crowd dressed in a cow print bikini and fake horns, a man yelling to them, "Which one of you wants the Invincible slut! Bidding starts at 250k Lien!"

(Have fun with her!)

[hydras-tiny-dancer]

Open starter (all are welcome)

Since Anika’s past memories were restored she’s been adjusting. She’s still using the name Anika, though she’s mentioned maybe a side name. She will answer to Rebekah, though, but only for a few people. She’s the kind of person to talk about herself as Rebekah in the past tense, and Anika as a separate life. To her, they are

The problem is, she’s still under the mind control. When she supposedly died it was rendered inactive, but she’s still got it — and apparently some other things.

So where when a few weeks later she disappears, it’s concerning. She’s not answering texts and her phone was left on the kitchen table, the apartment neat but with signs of forced entry. Her handgun is gone.

And when you next see her, she’s standing in the middle of a highway intersection, dressed as a Black Widow, muzzled and chained to a weight she drags as she lays some sort of wiring.

And she doesn’t look so human. Not like she should, anyways. Her eyes are too green, brilliantly so. It’s dusky but they glow, and she has wings, beautiful, glimmering angel’s wings made of a material that looks like gossamer glass. Her ears have points, beautiful.

And she’s in pain. Visible pain.

@yoursx-cyber-skye @the-good-redheaded-witch @the-best-duck-tamer