#Open Rp Starter

[asexxxualerotica]

Gonna Get Burned

Open RP Starter

TyLee: [gonna be late to next class~] TyLee: [think you can help me come up with an excuse?] Azula: [god you are such a slut]

Azula rolled her eyes as she typed out her response. Of course Ty Lee was getting fucked in the middle of the school day—the bimbo had even sent her a pic of her and the three guys from the football team she was about to spend a very intense shower with. Such a slut—of course, she’d help cover for her, but the bimbo would have to owe her.

Slowing to a stop, Azula lifted her phone to tap her own lips. As much as she was judging her friend…she couldn’t deny being jealous. She wouldn’t mind skipping class…and getting dicked down hard while she was doing it. But who would I hook up with…? she mused as she turned to round the next corner.

[fightingthetoxicallegations]

OPEN STARTER:

"I bet you don't feel lighter." No, I don't feel lighter.

TW: Derealization, minor(?) injury

Theo's been dealing with some things lately, but he just can't think of any solution to any of his problems. He feels bad for it, for not being able to help, no matter how much he tries. Now that he's seen the state Argo was in when he left him in that cell, he feels... horrible as ever.

He had to shadow travel away, he couldn't stay with his brother any further. It was clear Argo didn't want him there, and he would respect his brother's wishes... most of the time. Once he made sure Argo was back in control and relatively safe — or at least knew he'd claim to be safe — he left.

Though, something happened when he was in that cell. The Death Mist surrounded him at one point, and refused to leave him since. He did manage to briefly rid his hands from it, but it was only temporary and he's not sure he can bounce back from this as easily as he though he could back when it all started. It's cold. Really, really cold.

You find him in the forest again, standing in the shadow of a tree. Though, it's... not really him. It's more so a cloud of mist, or at least it looks to be that. A cloud of mist in a vaguely humanoid shape, with... some unnatural coloration to it. Almost like human skin. What could convince some that it really is Theo are the greenish-red blobs visible on the cloud's form. Around where a human chest would be, and the most of them are around where the heart would be.

Taglist (ask to be added or deleted!!!): @the-great-emperor-commodus @another-argo @literally-tinker-bell @roryandthethorns @dad-left-for-the-milk @reyno-solis-real @reluctant-son-of-time @judas-of-eris @notaeoluschild @tearslikeacid

[fallbackin-time]

“I can’t get work done today, the cat is napping on me and that’s much more important”

[theshadowedassassin]

Just Another Day

"Thanks Christi!" Elise smiled and waved as one of her regular customers walked out of her shop. It had been another wonderful day and before she knew it, it was time to close up the shop.

Just as she was getting ready to close and lock the door, she heard someone walk in. "Sorry, we're close." She said cheerily as she started walking towards the door. "Come back tomorrow and I'll have some new things on the menu." She looked over the person, not ever seeing them before.

[codename-sleuth]

(OPEN RP!!! :D)

(first time trying one of these so sorry if im not any good lol)

Sleuth sits in Jonah's office while he waits for him to reappear.

"Goddamn teleporters.."

He stands up and walks out of the office, checking for cameras.

"Might as well get the lay of the land."

He begins to walk down the halls.

[eligha-child-of-hades]

OPEN RP STARTER. - childhood part 2

-Eligha got outed?-

Tw:child abuse, homophobia/transphobia.

You find yourself in Boston again! You decide to go to the same alleyway as last time, empty.

You walk around till you see a house door open and hear.. yelling and someone crying?

You walk in.

Tags (mention if you want to be added or removed)

@demigod-jack-hearth

@quillis-climbs-trees

@goblin-demeter-boy

@/anyone

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya Belova adjusted the scope of her rifle with the same casual ease most people used to zip up a coat. She didn’t need the dossier again—she’d memorized your face the second it was handed to her.

But when her finger hovered just a little too long on the trigger, something shifted in her gut. Recognition? Guilt? Or something far more annoying—doubt.

She exhaled softly and muttered under her breath in Russian, "Zachem ty? Of all people..."

no pressure tags: @your-fav-russian-assassin @belova-not-a-poser @lenas-baby-sis @the-best-black-widow @a-viper-not-a-widow @the-red-widow @thecrazyrplayerosie @elia-theassassin @officially-sasha-volkova @official-natasha-romanova @the-forgotten-romanoff @red-room-boy

[demigoddenier]

OPEN STARTER:

Showing signs.

Achaeus looked everywhere. He's geniuinely checked the entire camp grounds and even a bit beyond it, sure it took him an entire day but he did it. And yet he couldn't find his siblings, the little toddlers he took care of back in the facility, back when the grown ups wanted to do things to them and he would step in and protect them.

He felt so helpless, he felt like a terrible brother figure. He was supposed to be the strong older brother who would try to get them out of trouble whenever he could and snuck them extra food from his share and always stood up for them when other kids were mean or whispering about them. And now they were gone.

He was somewhere private, or at least he thought the area was private, when he started breaking down. He pulled at his own hair, which was flickering between silver and mimicking the sky- no, it was storm clouds. His hair was literal storm clouds. Tiny tornadoes started forming on it as well.

Pieces of his surroundings started to break off as he let out a scream, his entire body twitching, it almost looked like he was glitching. Small bits of the rubble around him floated above his head and created a twisted version of the claiming symbol, a view of the sky with a building in ruins in the foreground.

Seems his godly mother and grandfather realized they never actually claimed him. Achaeus Blaise Boone, son of Atë, legacy of Ouranos.

Taglist (ask to be added or deleted!!!): no one yet lol

[godly-arachnids]

Open Starter: Different.

It had been a weird day. Two figures had came out of a portal right into camp, wearing…spider-man suits? The whole thing was strange- the two had said they came from another dimension, and after a talk with Chiron, the activities director seemed to believe them.

What was more shocking was their introductions. The fact that they said they were Percy Jackson, and Dionysus. But…not the same…?

It was later in the day now, the sun was setting- the light going through the big house windows. For whatever reason, you were walking around the big house. Maybe trying to avoid the bugs, or just wanting to rest for a second. Whatever reason, you were drawn to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. But- dinner had already passed…?

When you peak your head in, you’re met with the sight of one of those two spider-men. This one being Dionysus. Currently, cooking something on the stove. But…not the god you knew. Way different. For instance- he was younger. Twenty six, apparently. He was also a lot more fit and, well, prettier. He also wasn’t a god…

The main difference- though? He was happier.

Whatever he was cooking, it smelled good. There was some song playing on a little radio, but the lyrics didn’t make much sense. Whatever. The spider hummed along while cooking, and cringed when he accidentally dropped something.

“Shit-!” The man cursed, picking it up with a sigh. Then he noticed you. He blinked. ��Τι?”

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Translation: what?

Tag list:

[ask to be added or removed!]

- @urlocalchaosjunkie

- @meepmoopmaap

- @annabeth-chaae

- @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: Trade Negotiations

Vior’va huffed as she stepped off her ship’s ramp, the dense and humid atmosphere of this planet hitting her like a slap across the face. The Gue’la were certainly extremely adaptive as far as predominant species and races in the galaxy went, but the fact that they actively chose to live on such uncomfortable and—in some cases—inhospitable planets…she didn’t know whether to consider it a mark of awe or foolishness, and she doubted they could explain it to her if she asked.

It briefly made her question the wisdom of those who had sent her—though, not enough to dissuade her from continuing forward. After all, she had been the one chosen for this mission, to deliver the peace accords and broker a potential alliance and trade agreement with this sect of the Imperium of Man. She had been chosen for her talents and skills of persuasion, and she would not fail her people when they needed her. She would return with success.

Success, and more than a bit of sweat, she noted as he fanned herself and panted softly.

[fightingthetoxicallegations]

OPEN STARTER: ALL ALONE?

TW: Violence (?), mentions of injury

[It's the holiday season, the time people should spend especially close to their loved ones, time to be jolly and surrounded with kindness and love. That isn't the case for Theo. He had lit a small fire from old newspapers in an alleyway and placed a miserable looking tree consisting of a couple branches with dried up leaves stuck to them next to it. He looks like he's just been through hell, with fresh wounds on his arms and face and new bruises on his left cheek and under his right eye, the sword Karla gave him laying beside him, covered in monster dust. There seems to be something in his hand, it looks like a blanket, a very old one with holes and rips and dried up vomit on it.]

Happy Holidays, I fuckin' guess...

[He mutters as he wraps himself in the blanket and stares at the flames as the dried up leaves of his pitiful attempt at a tree catch fire and his creation starts burning, he doesn't seem to care about that though. He just stares blankly.]

TAGLIST (ask to be added or removed!! ^^):

@the-great-emperor-commodus @literally-tinker-bell @another-argo @steve-the-union-man

And everyone who sees this!

[snow-storm-soldier]

Open RP - Serum Talks

“You know, they told me when I was eight it would make me stronger instantly, and I had hoped they were right.” He said, softly. “Now I’m not so sure it worked.”

He inspects himself. “To be fair to them, it was only half a dose, and I had felt stronger afterwards but…”

He feels around his muscles and veins with his metal arm.

“Maybe the other half will finish it. I hope it doesn’t. Maybe then they’ll let me go. Right?”

He looks to the person sitting beside him.

(Any interactions welcome, tags @armed-and-dangerousx @thegeniusdaughter )

[theshadowedassassin]

In The Shadows

Elise sighed as she raised her head away from her victim's neck. She drained every last drop of blood from him and finally felt satisfied. She stood and cleaned herself up before stashing the body as best as she could. She hated this way of life and hated what they made her into. Her red eyes slowly transformed back into the beautiful blue ones she was used to. Her fangs retracted and she finally felt somewhat normal again.

Elise pulled her hood over her head, feeling the rain start to fall. "Great, another rainy night." She smiled softly and felt the drops land on her jacketed shoulders. "Now, I've just got to get back to the lab and try to find another solution to fix my problems."

She slowly walked back to her lab, unaware anyone was following her.

[macy-iwa-edas]

Macy wanders around an empty parking lot, unstable on her feet. Traces of blood have splattered onto her heart-patterned hoodie, and soak both her hands as well as staining prominently around her mouth. Her knees are open and bleeding slowly, as if from falling against the rough ground, though she hardly seems to notice that. Her light pink face mask hangs loose from one ear, apparently having been torn half off in the heat of the moment. Her eyes are full of tears, and her slow, shaking footsteps leave behind bloody footprints.

[kierra-terra]

OPEN RP

Kierra was walking back to Wade's from her shift at the bar, excited to go home and read one of the new books she'd bought. She hummed a song; maybe it was from a movie—she didn't remember, but it had a nice tune at the bridge. She kicked a pebble along the way, matching her steps to the beat of the song.

She was in quite a good mood until a car with a bad exhaust zoomed past her, spewing smoke in it's wake. She grimaced, trying to wave it away best she could, but still coughed, leaning against a streetlight for a moment. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as she coughed, but when she brought it away, she spotted red flecks against the skin of her palm.

Confused, she blinked, but the blood still remained. Why would she cough up blood? She was perfectly fine. She hadn't had a cold in like... she doesn't even remember. She shrugged a little hesitantly to herself and wiped it away on her trousers. They had to be washed anyway.

She reaches home, freshens up, and changes into pajamas. She dumps her bag onto the floor and herself onto the bed. She reaches for the bookcase above her bed when suddenly, her phone rings. Someone's calling her: an unknown number. A little wary, she picks up. "Hello?"

//first open rp guys don't judge me pls and ty

[little-purple-bee]

*you find yourself in a little clear ing hear a cave. There is a small strawberry tree beginning to flower. You see strangely-made decorations, mostly woven flowers and scraps of fabric and paper tied together, hanging from a few bushes and trees. There is a large kettle that smells like tea, and a platter with a cake and several types of cookies sitting on a little stump.

The Little Bee is no where in sight, but you hear her humming from the cave. Welcome to the party!*

@sneaky-melon @best-dressed-on-mt-olympus @nymph-queen-and-protector @the-speedster-god