#Open Rp

[gremlinlotusannonhere]

Open RP: Voices

TWs: self hate, self harm, mention of insanity

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*They are sitting in front of their furnace, tossing some of their flowers into the flames as they mutter to themselves angrily*

No. They do care about me. I'm not going insane. I know I'm not. They care. They care about me... Right..? No! They care! They care. They're really there, and they care. I know this! Right..?

*They don't seem to believe their own words as they toss another flower into the crackling fire and clawing at their arms*

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What do you do?

Tag list: @this-orange-anon024 @thatposidengirly @child-of-proteus @messagercreature @/anyone is free to join!

[the-mid-night-witch]

Open RP:

I'm tagging everyone that was tagged in Dani's original post. If u don't wanna interact u don't have to, but this is the place to confront Nyx if you want to.

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(i made the edit. yes ik dani isnt dead but it just fits the song)

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You finally arrived at the small cabin in the woods. Snow fell around you and crunched beneath your feet, the wind ice cold against your face like a thousand knives. Inside lived the witch Dani had always talked about. Her mentor, her teacher. Though now Dani was in a coma, brain dead and in hospital, all signs pointed to the inhabitant of the cabin as the culprit. The moon burned into Dani's wrist was Nyx's symbol. Though she denied being at fault

The walls of the small wooden building were deep brown, the fenced gate decorated with the skulls and bones of small animals and birds. Any footsteps that may have indicated someone was home had been covered by the snow, and the shutters were closed to block any light coming from the inside. The place was deathly silent, even the rushing wind seemed dulled in volume. There was something very old and very powerful here, even the forest seemed to be trying to escape it, the dead, gnarled trees that lined the small dirt path to the house were bent away from it, as if trying to escape. No animals could be seen for miles, and all the plants were dead or dying.

The door had a small knocker shaped like a bird skull. Below it, carved into the old oak door were the words: 'An' ye harm none, do what ye will' You could enter politely, or forcefully. The choice was up to you. But this was the woman who harmed Dani, who had put her in a possibly fatal coma. The small, inconspicuous cabin was practically inviting you in. You knew she was powerful, dangerous, almost immortal. The few people that had come back from this part of the forest talked about how she was 'unkillable' What do you do?

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@hydras-tiny-dancer @agent-solenski @moongirlwidow @your-fav-russian-assassin @elia-theassassin

@thecrazyrplayerosie @the-other-lehnsherr-girl @thebetterbartontwin @clintbarton-thearrowguy @the-real-best-archer

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[rosalind-learns-blogging]

‘I don’t have a name, I’m sorry.’ It did once. But it didn’t anymore. Sometimes it took names, but it liked to give them back. ‘You’re made of trees. I like trees.’

Something wakes in a forest, unusually disoriented. It knows its forest. This isn’t what it’s used to. Once upon a time, it was called a son. A brother. A friend, maybe. But now it was none of those things. It was a story to keep kids out of his home. He was no longer a child, but a faerie. His face was a mask, with a long pointed beak and feathers covering his head. Its hair is knotted and tangled with leaves and sticks. The branches warp around it, becoming something new, uncanny figures and creatures come to life through shadows. Laughter echoes through the trees, footsteps like a little boy’s run through leaves, though it doesn’t seem to move. It looks around curiously, though his expression is unreadable behind the mask. The tilting of its head is the only sign of his confusion. That and the way the branches seem to move inwards toward him, as if shielding him. It seems to be a trick of the light. It’s hard to tell.

[vic-shelley]

Vic is sitting alone in a cafe, coffee slightly cold from being left untouched. He's writing something important down, scribbling in their notebook, tape recorder next to it.

[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.

ANYONE MAY INTERACT

taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @orion-the-hunterpt2 @lilacnightshade @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @nobilis-of-norway @faceless-bugger

[elia-theassassin]

Open RP

Elia might be a bit rude/triggered in this rp bc angst

please tag others and feel free to join even if you arent tagged! we (Elia the system alter) are really bored, and Elia wanted to do her first Open Rp of her own! Feel free to add your own angst to it and enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------

Elianova has been having horrible nightmares as of late. Nightmares have always plagued her dreams, But these seem to be worse. She wakes up every night, sometimes multiple times a night, in a cold sweat, or screaming. You Tend to assume its mostly memories of the Red Room, but she has never told you about her nightmares, so you just feel she's hiding something. One night, Elia has a particularly bad nightmare. This one is the memory of having to kill her biological mother, not her adoptive mother, her real mother that she had only reunited with a year before this event. She wakes up, but somehow she's still in a dream. Her body is being controlled by her other self, from inside the dream. The other self that was the Scarlet Widow. The one where she was under Dreykov's control. She was seemingly walking towards the door of the exit to the compound, but you hear the commotion and come and stop her. When You stand in the hallway by the door, she stands in a defensive stance. Tags: @the-good-redheaded-witch @your-fav-russian-assassin @the-best-black-widow @goddess-of-birds @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 @thebestmerc-1 anyone else can join. Idk who to tag soooooooo PLS TAG OTHERS!

[a-den-of-demons]

Hot for Teacher (Open RP; All Muses Accepted)

Glynda looked in front of her. The school was full of handsome and beautiful people, and she was feeling rather frisky today. She grinned as she puffed out her chest, her pencil skirt hugging her curves, "My offer stands for any of you~. Please me for a period and you get bonus points~."

(Go wild on her. Can be one muse or multiple)

[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!"

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Alternate story Journey to the west 2: Demon strikes back in "Beauty and the Monkey King"

Long ago in a Distant Land, A land With mountains and barrens where no Birds nor creature was stirring except the sound of the galloping Hooves of the Mighty Kirin who wore a Golden Saddles and armor with Jewels on it.. and The Rider is None other Than Princess Saphira lorraina Fox Of Sakutopia and She is On the Journey to the west to Seek the beautiful Oracle herself. The reason why She heads to west is because It's been 5 Months since the Engagement is Called Off On Prince Daniel Jamerson Rooster after He was Caught cheating on saphira with another woman and being expose right in front of everyone including the Jade emperor himself, not only that She grieves on her dead daughter whom he Killed her beloved daughter in cold blood after she was born and made her passed away by abusing saphira when the daughter is in her womb.. Now Saphira made a Vow to Go to the Oracle to Seek out the husband whom he will be worthy for her hand in marriage.. Then at the 5 finger mountain, She hears someone calling for help.. She looked down and saw a Poor old man who's hair is not even grown on the top of his head.. She asked if he's alright and all, then he told her that he's alright. So she Comes down and asked Him who he is and then he answers that he is named "Sun wukong" known as the monkey king but saphira didn't believe him and neither is Saphira's Pet Marmoset companion Name "Mochi", She and Mochi Thought this man was crazy until when she got out of there..Mochi pointed at the lotus, She is amazed and thought she'll pick the lotus and put it on her beloved daughters urns..when she picked the lotus, it began to burn the lotus as she screams..and everything is on fire..as Mochi shrieks and chitters and began to hide in the kimono, She turns and hears the laughing as she began to ask him if he's alright but suddenly the fireball shoots up from the cave as she looked up as it landed right in front of her to reveal Himself, Lo and behold Sun wukong in the flesh as her eyes widen with shocked and in awe, Then he grabbed her by the Kimono and throws her to the air as she fell, he caught her Right on time and saphira was Suprised and before he said anything, 3 demon hunters appears and try to catch him but they were defeated by Sun wukong himself and then he told her this,

"Since you Free Me Princess, I shall make you my queen as an appreciation." But his moment is interrupted by a Monk Name "Master Tang" known as Golden Cicada.. During the battles, Saphira Saw Buddha putting his one hand down on sun wukong. She close her eyes and then Everything went black Until 2 hours later She awaken and looked around, No monkey king, No master tang, Nothing but a rock barren and shattered Mountains. She could've Swore it was just a dream or so, As the Time went by During her Journey and She began to put her white Cloak along with a celestial Fox mask Hidden her beautiful Face when She enters the Carnival and saw the Familiar face, She realized it was the Same Monk That Fought Sun wukong with his Buddha's palm.. When Master Tang Sees the mystery Fox masked woman he asked to pay to see the Shows.. She nodded and Brings out a Best Chest of Gold and silvers as well and She said, "We Meet Again Master Tang, It's been awhile since we last Encounter." Master Tang was Shocked to see the princess again and seeing Her marmoset companion looked at him and tilted her head..and Then Master Tang said that it was a pleasure to meet a princess in person and he told that it's showtime, he introduce her With Pigsy as Pigsy saw her and began to asked who she is and whats behind the mask, She sees him as a man but behind his disguise he is a Pig, Then He introduce him with Sandy The fish man.. Saphira is amazed by him with his freaky ways, then The Monk began to say "And Finally His excellency the-" Then Saphira cut off, " The Handsome Monkey king Himself, we meet at last.~" She said with a giggles..as people was angered because they thought the travelers are Fakes and all, Master tang Begged the monkey king to Perform as Saphira was right under his branch but then he Sluggishly got off from the branch and he Landed on her and his face on her Big Milky breast as she gasp and her face turns red, She takes a look to see if he's really a monkey king and saw a Golden crown on him. She is convinced that he is.. Then She said, "Oh great Sage Equal to Heaven, Please Show Us the Skills. Show everyone Who you and your brothers really are." Then He began to gets up and then did the good tricks alright but it cause alot of damages..and Then Master Tang Said with an Apoligentic face…

[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.*

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[casandaxel]

Someone walks down the London streets, sticking mostly to the shadows, clearly scared and confused. That someone is C4s. It looks around, trying to find any familiar landmark, but it looks to him as if London was stripped of every part he was used to, gutted of all of its electronics and left with only brick and stone and a lot more grass than he was used to. He also noticed a lack of robots. No other android was walking about. People gave him looks, but only confusion, not the disgust or hatred he was used to. C4s was quite stranded, quite lost, and downright terrified. Was he stuck in some simulation of the past, or something? What was going on?

[its-nate-the-sharpshot]

Open Rp:

tw: mentions of violence, blood, and death

4:54 AM. Nate stumbled through the back door, head down and hood up. He tried to get through the quiet house undetected, reaching the bathroom on the ground floor. He limped on his left leg, and his breathing was heavy

The red was washed off his skin down the drain of the sink but it wasn't enough. It was everywhere. His hands and face and clothes crusted with the stuff. It didn't seem to want to scrub out.

He heard a noise from outside and realised he'd forgotten to close the bathroom door. He looked up to see who it was, fear and shame boiling in his stomach. He looked a mess, his face bruised and covered in blood that wasn't his own, his lip split and his nose bleeding into his mouth

Shit

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No pressure tags:

@clintbarton-thearrowguy @laura-barton-shield @the-good-redheaded-witch @natt-romanoff @chaotic-shapeshifter @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 and anyone else :)

[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.

[another-argo]

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[a-fantastic-time]

Seven minutes in heaven! (Open RP)

A secret party had been held for the young heroes at an undisclosed location. Not wanting their adult counter parts to ruin their fun, the super powered teens smiled and happily let off some steam. Sooner or later, someone had mentioned a certain game to be played. It was at random at who would be the next pair, but after a few rounds, people started to wonder off and lost interest. [Your Muse] Just happened to be the last one, and was asked to go find the previous pair to see what happened. Upon opening the door, a certain sight. Wet smacking lips and muffled moans filled the small closet, only for it to suddenly stop as the two heroines turned their attention to [your muse].

Raven: "Oh.....D-D-did we go over the timer?" She panted softly, lipstick coating her mouth and neck.

Starfire didn't seem to want to stop, her lips never leaving or moving to far from the goth's own. After a few more kisses, she turns, her body sweating some. "Ohhh~ Does another get to join?" She said excitedly.