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[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?

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[another-argo]

>>Open Starter<<

finally healing.

TW: IMPLICATIONS AND POSSIBLE CONVERSATIONS OF SUICIDE/SELF HARM

Argo is sitting in the woods. He hopes that isn't for no reason. He hopes everyone has thought he's okay.

Argo has been slowly constructing a prosthetic from shit from his bag. He's no son of Hepheastus- but he's crafty as hell.

Argo isn't wearing a hoodie and jeans (for once). He's sitting on his hoodie to avoid some dirt. He's wearing a binder (which is dirty as hell) and shorts- which reveal what looks like years and years of scars. Most definitely self inflicted.

Argo has put his fluffy hair, which has definitely grown out since Atticus, in a messy ponytail.

He's put on his new prosthetic- testing out the range. He's also bandaged his remaining normal hand- and many other wounds. He looks fine- and finally fully healed.

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[little-lost-prince]

Open Rp

AJ hadn't seen Hunter in weeks. He had tried calling him, texting him, emailing him... no response. He had texted all of his friends to see if they had seen him all of their responses were no. Hunter wasn't one to just disappear with no explanation especially not with AJ the two were close extremely close Hunter trusted his dad with his life. In a last ditch effort AJ had found himself at your door asking for your help to find his son.

You two went through the usual suspects ie Hydra but there was no evidence that they had taken him. You were beginning to give up hope of ever finding him until you received an anonymous message that read 'Meet me downtown at 9m and come alone, have we got a show for you.' The message certainly seemed suspicious but this was the only even slight lead you and AJ had to finding your friend and his son.

You arrive as promised alone at 9pm to a dimly lit alleyway the streets aren't well maintained they're dirty and littered with trash. Not the greatest part of town. The buildings are all identical brick buildings some with windows and signs displaying less than savory images, you're definitely in the... criminal district. You're met by a man wearing all black his face is concealed in shadow by his hood. He smirked and stepped closer to you "Welcome to the show." He says darkly soon someone behind you hits you hard and you quickly loose consciousness.

When you wake up you see a blinding light and hear the chanting and yelling of a crowd of people. As you take in your surroundings you find yourself in a well lit area. You are caged in at all sides by wooden barricades and a 10 feet tall barbed wire fence. Lining the walls of the arena are various mid evil and roman weaponry, but what surprises you most is who you see standing directly across from you dressed head to toe in kevlar body armor and weilding a sizeable sheild and gladius to match was a young man of around 18, muscular and athletic build it wasn't until he turned around and you saw his striking cloudy grey eyes that you immediately recognized him.

@the-good-redheaded-witch @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 @serenastark-official @thebestmerc-1 @thecrazyrplayerosie

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[explodcor]

"Oi," Katsuki huffed. "If y'er gay, that automatically makes everything you do gay. I don't make the rules."

[daughter-of-thanatoss]

OPEN STARTER

You didn't expect to see demigods. You hoped you didn't see any. Especially since you were out of camp past midnight.

But you caught one sound and then the other and now you were standing outside an dark alley, glancing inwards looking at exactly what you hoped you wouldn't. A demigod.

Any other time you would have walked away. Head down so nobody noticed. But something wasn't right.

The girl that stood there stumbled around grabbing her head. "Get. Out. Of. My. Body" she commanded.

The only response was a wailing yell somehow coming from the same mouth.

"ARGHH" the girl grew her back against one of the alley walls. Still grabbing her head.

What do you do?

@another-argo @snakes-and-spells @frieda-dear-of-aphrodite @/ anyone!

[two-sides-same-draconia]

The Pure Rose Ball Begins

Basil sighed as he walked with the other candidates to the palace ballroom for the ball. It was obvious that he was nervous about the whole situation. He didn't know what was going to happen or who will be chosen for him. All he knew was this was his final look at freedom. He was never going to have freedom again and become a proper spouse to the one he's given to. "All right, my flowers. I want to see smiles. Smile! You want your future spouse to want you," Lady Lillian said as she examined each candidate with a critical eye. She looked at Basil, "Don't screw this up. If you do, I'll make sure you never see the sunlight again." Basil nodded softly and composed himself. Soon the music began to play and Lady Lillian smiled, "Alright, my flowers. It's time to bloom." Basil walked into the ballroom with the others, ready to accept his fate.

Look under cut to see Basil's outfit and hairstyle

[hesjust-a-boy]

Open Starter!

Ten years.

Astyanax had spent all ten years of his life on a ship, heading to a place he knew next to nothing about. His dad, Odysseus, told him stories of his family on those foreign shores…Penelope and Telemachus.

Ten years seemed to drag by slowly, but regardless, they were home.

Home wasn’t exactly what he thought it’d be, though. He watched his dad end the lives of over a hundred men with morbid curiosity.

Even when all the suitors were gone, people still looked at him funny. Was it his eyes? The color of his skin? Did he do something wrong?

A lot of people didn’t seem to like him…but that was okay, he figured. Not everyone would.

So here he sits, on a stone by the sea, weaving his fifth flower crown of the day. He looks back on his life, wondering. Was he…really supposed to be here…?

[mikkayla]

❝ —— Eu nunca fui a pessoa mais fã de circo no mundo ❞ deu um pequeno gelo na bebida enquanto não falava com ninguém em específico, mas para algumas pessoas que estavam mais próximas de si. ❝ —— Ainda mais esses em preto e branco ❞ completou e fingiu ter um pequeno arrepio, chacoalhando seu corpo de leve. Deu outro gole na bebida e suspirou olhando para uns acrobatas que não paravam de se exibir um pouco mais ao lado. ❝ —— Não posso negar que isso me dá arrepios. Parece que estou em um filme de terror da vida real. Te digo uma coisa, eu sou uma das maiores fãs da vogue e do baile anual, mas o tema desse ano... ❞ não estava falando mal do baile, pelo contrário, estava sempre impecável, a única coisa que mikky não tinha realmente gostado eram daqueles personagens que lhe davam arrepios. ❝ —— É, também não sei porque não gosto de circo, não me pergunte ❞ completou por fim, dando fim também a sua bebida.

[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.

[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.

[another-argo]

open starter

it's time for the villain arc

Nobody expected Argo to last long back at camp- but even less could have predicted what he did instead.

About two days after Argo was 'back'- he was gone again, but this time he didn't just take his things. No, Argo had ransacked the Hypnos cabin- taking almost everything in there.

All photos or memories of Argo- or Luke for that matter, completely gone.

Of course, that wasn't even the biggest shock.

The trail of blood leading into the woods.. now that, that was truly surprising.

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[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!)

[lucifermorningstar-official]

{Open starter: Fire}

*Lucifer was sitting on a beach in Alfheim. In front of them was a couch that was on fire. They appeared to be sitting perfectly still, not even breathing. Nearby, a small but very long snake is sleeping.*

{ @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @apollo-ask-blog @h3r4-g0ddess @strongest-angel-in-heaven @athena-greek-goddess @the-goddess-of-chaos-eris @/anyone}

[demigod-jack-hearth]

Open starter

You hear sounds from cabin 21 and you go over to investigate.

you enter and see jack sitting in the corner with a knife close to his wrists, tears flowing from his face

What do you do?

@unhinged-as-hell @zariahthewitch @thegroovydaughterofhestia @beauty-queen-official @that-girl-cupid @ariathemortal @nicoswill2live @unproblematic-hestia @if-chaos-was-a-boy @the-wolf-of-ares @the-gods-strange-children @silena-daughterofaphrodite

[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Jake: Aftercare

Jake Lockley x You (Fem!Reader) 1,532 words / 18+ only, no minors Masterlist. If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: What if Jake took care of you after Marc had his way with you? Focusing on the aftercare, you find there's a gentler side to his rougher counterpart. Notes: Don't ask me what this is. You'll never take me alive. Warnings: Aftercare, post-rough sex, overstimulation, bondage/restraints, bruises and marks, creampie, established relationship, all the pet names, affection, comfort, fluff.

Jake was yanked all too violently to the front, taking a second to try and fight for some air back into his lungs. Eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. Expecting to be amidst some kind of fight, he discovered it was something else entirely. That last orgasm had sent Marc to the clouds and drawn Jake into the fray. Hadn’t been the intention of either of them, but Jake accepted it was what it was.

Couldn’t really complain when you were beneath him, your knees propped up with your back to him. Your face shoved into the sheets and your hands tied behind your back. His hand had been gripped around your waist and holding onto the ties of your restraints.

His cock spent but still buried deep inside of you. Any movement was sending your oversensitive cunt into a new spiral. Watching the mess spread out around where you both connected. It was spilling all down you both. He’d deducted you’d been at it while.

“Oh chica…”

His words came out in a soft drawl. Hips readjusting to watch you whine for him as he kept his movements slow but continued to thrust as deep as he could take it. His eyes trailed over the red marks and forming bruises the other brute left behind. Jake knew exactly which one of him had done this.

Always Marc who got his rocks off from controlling and using you to take out his frustrations. Steven was too desperate to please you. As for Jake? Well. Jake just wanted to treat you better than anyone else ever could. Most importantly, he wanted nothing more than to dote on you.

At the sound of his voice, you look over your shoulder up to him. If he thought your behind and ass looked bad, your face wasn’t looking much better. Red angry fingerprints scattered where he’d forced your jaw open and held it in place. Smeared lipstick and puffy red lips. The evidence of why your lipstick was like that remained at the base of his dick.

Mascara had streaked down your cheeks. Rosy from being slapped a few times. A dazed content smile spread across them. Jake couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of you like this. You looked happy, satisfied and ready for a little tenderness. He could do that.

Taking care of others wasn’t new for Jake. On those darkest of nights when Marc had gone looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle, it was always Jake taking over in the end. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downing as much water from the sink as he could keep down.

Somehow he’d navigate the spinning fun house while hauling their asses back to bed. All so Steven could suffer the consequences more comfortably the following morning. Jake couldn’t always be there to take away the pain. Sucks to suck, Grant. He’d probably feel this in the morning too.

Jake reached for the knots around your wrists. Undoing the restraints. Pulling himself out from inside you. Hearing your softer groan turning into a whine and huffing in amusement.

“Mi amor. Went overboard did we? A little too oversensitive now, si?”

“Shut yourself up.”

You try to bite back. Sounded more exhausted than threatening. You sounded proud of yourself too. As you should. Jake wasn’t looking much better himself. Hair was all tussled and out of place. Sweat dripped down his chest.

“Ah, and so she still knows how to hiss.” Jake said to himself and laughed.

Gently he nudged your hips to bring you to lay down on your side. Shifting to lay down beside you. His face looking back at yours. You were too content to feel embarrassed that he got to see you in this state. Jake didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached up to stroke your face. Licking his thumb lazily to wipe some of the smears away.

“You’re going to have to be a lot fiercer than that to get me to shush, mi pequeña leona.”

“Mi pequeña leona.” You test the words on your mouth. “My little what?”

Much too tired to be doing anything about him. You always liked the way he looked so proud when you practiced more of your Spanish for him.

“My little lioness.”

He leaned in to press a kiss against your head. His hand reached down to stroke over your ribs and down along the side of your body. You shiver and try not to move much.

“Lioness? Why? Because I bite first?”

“Si.” Jake smiled a little more. You loved seeing the way the corners of his eyes creased. How relaxed and content he looked. Took a long time to bring his guard down.

He leaned up on his arm and looked around. Dropping his head back into the pillow beside you with a dissatisfied sigh. You gave him an expectant look. You knew what he was about to say, and so you waited for him to say it anyway.

“He never brings you a towel before he fucks you, does he?”

And there it was. Same old, same old. You smile knowingly. Would have laughed better if you had more energy to. It comes out quiet and distant.

“Would you get me some water too?”

“For you? Anything.”

He started to get up, but dipped back down quickly to kiss against your temple. Muttering the words close to your head.

“Should I run you a bath too?”

“No, it’s okay. Think I should sleep it off.”

“Sure thing, chica. Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if you could. You hummed your amusement as Jake disappeared off past the bookcase and beyond. You moved to roll onto your back and winced. The uncomfortable tingling sting along your rear had you rolling back onto your side again.

You took solace in knowing Marc would be just as hurt to find out he’d not been there to take care of you after. As rough as he could get, he always did love relishing in the after care. Stroking your body, making you a meal, or massaging you where you needed it.

You smile when you see him coming back through the doorway. Carrying a glass of iced water with a silicone straw. There was a damp towel folded and draped over his bare shoulder. Carrying himself differently. You could tell by the way he sauntered to your side it was still Jake.

His knee came up on the bed and leaning over you, he helped you to lift your head up enough to drink. A firm hand held you until you nodded a signal you were finished drinking. The cold of it was refreshing and needed after how long you’d gone without. He brought the glass to his own lips to drink the rest, narrowly avoiding the straw in his eye. You hear a crunch of ice between teeth. He chewed while placing the glass on the bedside table behind you. Moving in to curl up behind you. Light kisses along your shoulder.

“Gonna clean you up and get you under the sheets. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“Please, I’m not fragile.”

“If you say so.”

Jake reached for the damp towel and tugged it off his shoulder. Bringing it down in a slow rub down over your ass. You breathe in sharp and tensed up to the wet cloth. It’d been ran under warm water but left cold in its wake.

“Okay okay. Gentle. Please.” You breathe.

“Si señora.” Jake mutters. Dipping in for another kiss against your shoulder.

He cleaned you up. Manipulating your leg to hold it up while he wiped down between your sticky folds. You making a noise for him, but Jake knew better than to play into your mood of wanting more. You needed to rest. He was tired too.

Soon enough he was moving again, getting the sheets from under to help bring them over the both of you. You helped, kind of. Rolling over to face him in the move.

“My turn.” You say.

“Not tonight. You need to-”

“No not that. Roll over.”

“Que?”

“I want to cuddle you for a change. Roll over.”

Jake gave you a hard stare, you half-expected him to refuse or talk his way out of it. Instead, his features relaxed and he leaned in to chase your lips for one last kiss before turning his back to you.

Your leg hitches up to wrap around his waist. Arm under his neck. Chest against his back. You kiss into his hair. Feeling Jake’s hand wrap around your wrist for his thumb to stroke.

“Mi pequeña mochila propulsora.” He snickered and you hummed in confused amusement.

“What am I this time?”

“My little jet pack.”

You were both breaking into laughter. Jake turned to catch another kiss of yours. A little messy but he seemed to need the contact, so you lifted your head to meet him. You cuddled up into him and before long, sleep soothed any aches that remained. Jake didn’t move. Lay there for the longest time listening to you breathe before sleep caught up with him too.