#Open Rp

[lexcorp-luthor]

Everyone loves Bruce Wayne so much. Is it because I'm bald? Is that why you hate me?

[misspxggy]

"Oh hello! Sorry I only have a moment or two. I'm due on stage soon."

[magicalflyingsubmarine]

Open to: anyone! | Supernatural Roleplay

Ellie’s going through a transformation of sorts and she’s trusting your muse with this information…

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“Somethings happening to me, I.. can’t explain it. I don’t know what it is. But I’m starving, all the time. But Food doesn’t make me feel full anymore.” …

[a-thousand-little-things]

[3 teenagers walk around the london streets. it is nighttime, and the shadows seem to have a mind of their own. however, they do not seem to mind. the tallest of the trio—the one with the pink hair— frowns.]

god fucking dammit. why can’t the location always be the same for each universe? that’d be easier to track.

at least most of them are in london. you remember the manchester one.

eugh, don’t remind me of manchester, that was hell. all that time wasted finding it only to realize it fucking burnt down. couldn’t even get food to drown out our sorrows.

do you want food now, or…

nah, i’m good. let’s get back to finding the institute. fucking jonah and his whore ass institute.

hey, that’s my feeding ground.

[they continue to walk.]

[uptonogoodindiememes]

Modern Family Sentence Meme - Wine Weekend

“Obviously, this is the living room, there’s a fully stocked bar in the den, and the home theater is downstairs,”

“Maybe we should stay away from the fridge,”

“So we’re in wine country, when does the wine tasting start?”

“No more boo-hooing the review wasn’t that bad,”

“The scarier you try to be, the more adorable you are,”

“SInce no one’s called dibs on the master bedroom, I assume it’s up for grabs?”

“Am I a terrible person?”

“Don’t you be coy, you know the power dynamic just shifted between us,”

“I’m having a hard time resisting dancing with joy, are you?”

“Is that why I’m here, to be the designated driver?”

“The front door is too loud, we can get to the driveway this way,”

“It’ weird, but I’m, I’m nervous,”

“It would be life changing, but we have to stop talking about how great it would be,”

“Where have you been? I turned around and you were gone,”

“We said we’d only stay for an hour,”

“We have to get back to our normal lives,”

“Take it from me, if you get a second chance at love, you grab it,”

“Why is this so hard for you to accept?”

“I couldn’t help it, I wanted a souvenir,”

“How did this happen?”

“Sounds like somebody wants a dance off,”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Where were you going looking so dapper?”

“Thanks for trying to help,”

“There’s no sense denying it. Life as we know it has changed,”

[hark-a-hatebox]

Open RP

After wandering these endless caverns, you had found yourself before a black screen. After letting your fingers drag across the smooth surface, you're startled when it flickers to life.

Brilliant blue, with a logo combining the letters A and M.

"What do we have here, hm?"

The voice is cold. Not just in tone, no...it makes you feel like you've stepped into a freezer. Deep, bone-chilling, cold.

"You're not where you're meant to be...lost, perhaps?"

[pain-is-forever]

OPEN STARTER:

I want some sort of balloons, and your tears can be the confetti!

Theo left. He just... left. At this point, it should not be surprising. He leaves all the time. But this felt off. If anyone were to be near Commodus's palace, they might've seen him walk off with a bunch of boxes that looked to be gifts, headed to his usual spot in the nearby forest. Probably to relax. People probably shouldn't bother him. But why did he have boxes with him this time? He usually leaves empty-handed.

Today is... off. It's been feeling off. He knew why- but he didn't want to bother anyone with it. Theo didn't like today, anyway, so why should he tell anyone? It wasn't their problem, plus if he told them... He could imagine their reactions. The unwanted attention he'd draw to himself. He'd hate it. Hate hate HATE it. It wouldn't even be an exaggaration if someone were to say he would want to die.

So, he decided to spend today alone. Today wasn't special. He made sure he made today not special at all. The one thing that was different today were the gift boxes he took with him. He finally finished his projects, so he just... stared at those boxes. Did he really want to give them to people? Were they enough? Was he enough? He's been acting like an asshole so much lately, did people even want to hang out with him at this point?

He sat on the forest floor, the boxes spread out in front of him as he just... stared. That's how you found him, sitting with his knees up to his chest, hands around his legs, staring. He didn't even notice that someone came near.

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[another-argo]

Open Starter

TW: self harm mentions

It's not real.

Argo was sitting in his room. It was late, he'd just woken up from a nightmare.

It.. didn't feel like a nightmare. It felt real. When that shadowy hand reached up to grab him- No. It wasn't real.

The general Argo amnesia was, unfortunately, real.

Maybe that's why he ruined his four months of sobriety. He was already worried someone would find out. The paranoia was starting to get to him.

Maybe that's why, when you saw him in this dazed state- still recovering from his nightmare, you saw him absentmindedly muttering to himself.

"Stupid. Stupid."

A small tendril of shadow begins to surround Argo, wrapping onto him tightly- which he seems oblivious to.

What do you do?

Anyone can interact!

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[im-not-good-with-names]

"Calm down, Lucía. Get yourself together, Lucía. Stop being so needy, Lucía. Stop being a liability, Lucía. You are always so much, Lucía. You are always the cracked glass, Lucía. You are going to kill me, Lucía".

Well, fuck you too Alex

[buchnanbarnes]

I can only say enough times that I've read the Hobbit when it first came out, so I'm looking for book recommendations to catch me up with the times.

[lexcorp-luthor]

Which one looks more professional my media manager wants me to wear a pin to show off LexCorp's diversity initiative

[theyneedtobepunished]

*brooding on top of the Nelson and Murdock building. It looks like he hasn't slept at all.*

[phoebus-the-sun]

Open Starter

Apollo was alone, staring at himself in the reflection of the pond before him. Usually he came here to be alone, to express himself in ways that he’s kept meticulously hidden from others. Not even his family has seen this, not his father, not his lovers, not even his children.

He never liked Emotions like these, because of how quickly he grew angry. He didn’t think when he was mad, he was violent. He sat alone in silence, absolute silence as he stared. There was a massive scar across his face, under his eyes, across his nose and even reaching up his forehead. He didn’t mind having it, it was a sign of a valiant fight, but the fight it stood for made this scar feel less like a trophy.

Then there was the scars under his chest, the scars that stood to remind him of the way he was born. He and Artemis were identical twins. Being identical twins meant they were both born the same gender, and unfortunately for Apollo that meant he was born a girl. Sure he was more masculine now, he passed easily and even those that had seen him when he was a girl didn’t seem to remember it. But he did. He was constantly reminded of it.

He began to tear up, wiping his face. He felt so frustrated. Why did he have to be this way! He furrowed his eyebrows, quickly rising from the grass before storming away from the water, punching a nearby tree. With his strength it had fallen over with ease, much to his dismay. It ruined the scenery and now he’d have to pick it up later. This only added to his growing anger.

With a loud groan he threw off his gauntlets, sitting near the downed tree and hiding his face in his knees, beginning to cry. Why was he like this!? Why couldn’t he be the way he wanted to be? Why did he go out of his way to hide this from everyone else? Why was he always so angry? Why question kept filling his head and he felt nothing but overwhelmed in this moment. All he could do was just sit there and cry…

You had been not too far at the time, and of course the giant crack followed by something crashing to the floor was bound to get your attention, but what had caused such a noise?

(Tags: @themessangergod @th3blind-prophet11 @alcoholiccultist @tickle-anon-the-god and anyone else that wants to join!)

[sugaryfresca]

Theme

[gerry-stortion]

[ a gothic-looking door opens and gerry peers out of it. he doesn't look at all confused or even tired any more. his hair slightly curls at the ends, and the black dye now refracts colors the way an oil spill does. he looks like he's gotten more distorted recently, and gotten a handle on it. ]