#Open Rp Starter

[lola-o-collins]

“I just kinda wish something would happen.”

Lola knew she would regret muttering those words… But hey, what else can she do? She was BORED out of her skull in the hospital.

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: Ice Cream on the Beach

Neo hummed contently to herself as she strut along the shoreline that stretched out around Kuo Kuana. The refreshing tropical air and warm sand under her feet were a very nice and welcome change to the cool and chilling breezes that whipped through Vale's city streets—the first week of autumn had come and past, and it wouldn't be long before the first frosts started rolling in, and with them the cold winter nights.

And while Neo had no qualms about the cold, everyone knows an ice cream treat is best enjoyed on a hot, sunny day—especially one spent lounging out by the beach. So, while things only got colder back home, the sexy shortstack had decided to take an extended pleasure vacation on this tropical island. A few months of sunshine and summer days, no work, no drama, no responsibilities.

And, if she played her cards right with the handsome men in this village, she might not even need to spend a cent for her stay~

[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

[pain-is-forever]

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!

[notquitebuckybarnes]

Open Roleplay Starter

(TW: mental breakdown, vague bit of self-harm and small description of suicidal thoughts)

Bucky sat in a dirty alleyway, shadows swallowing his form so he wasn't to be seen. Something that he wanted right now. No, he needed it. If nobody saw him — noticed him in general — then he couldn't do more damage at least. God, he wasn't even sure in which country he was right now. What he knew through was that his head hurt like someone had tried to split it open from the inside. He knew what that meant and feeled like he would vomit yet nothing came out. He lifted his right hand, fingers burying itself in his scalp. It had happened again. HYDRA. The trigger words. It didn't matter what Bucky did. He always hurt someone. Over and over again.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tears escaping nonethelessly at the side of his face and dropped to the ground. He had brought Viktor Malric Finn and Callum and even another variant of himself that also had the trigger words. His titanium hand fisted the fabric of his dark combat pants. Viktor had given it to him so he would be 'proper equipped'. Yet another thing on the repeating list. How often would such things happen, would someone use this goddamn words? What if next time he wouldn't ''only'' abduct and imprison minors and variants, but kill again?

... Perhaps Steve had been good to leave. Perhaps it would be better for everyone if Bucky would just rot in some high security cell of some government. Or just would end it all together.

He couldn't hurt anyone then anymore. Not as the Winter Soldier, not as Bucky and not intentional or unintentionally. Never again.

Yeah, that sounded like a responsible idea.

((@ireallyliketacosokay and at everyone who wants or thinks about to join: Just do it!))

[champion-of-revenge]

Open RP Starter

You were in your cabin relaxing. Maybe you were sleeping, playing music, or reading, but it doesn’t matter. The door to your cabin swung open and a girl you had never seen before walked in. “Hi. I’m supposed to be making friends.” She said bluntly. “What are you doing?”

[dianedantedominic]

[open starter]

The souls of DLC, Ethan, Selena, Michael, Lee and Charlie decided that they wanted to try out this D&D thing.

The good thing was that Diane was an excellent Dungeon Master, being she was there when the game came out, and she decided to host a simple warm-up game with them plus Dante, who was also around when the game was popular.

"The six cultists shove to you the ground, bow before the massive green dragon and shout 'Oh Great One, we have brought you this gold and sacrifice as tribute to your greatness! Please, accept our offering!"

"..Well shit, Ethan dead ig..."

"Bye Ethannn."

"The dragons thanks the cultists and looks down at your from it's massive height, asking if you had any last words. What do you say?"

"...I look up, and say... I have brought these six cultists and this gold, as tribute to your greatness."

"OH SHIT..."

"...Roll for persuasion."

"17 plus 2."

"...The dragon says 'I like you. Duck'."

"...I duck?"

"The dragon incinerates the cultists with it's poison breath and flies away with it's gold, leaving you unharmed."

"...Oh my gods I thought I was dead."

"Honestly? So did I."

[@rayof-damnsunshine] for tag list.

[slitmythroatandeattilyougetsick]

this is what happens when mod has to try cope with something she doesnt know how to

Tw autocannibalism/self harm, emetophobia, 'impure' age regression, dehumanization, blood loss, gore, dissociation/derealization

It's not like it was even capable of recovery. It should've known.

A reminder of its own existence was all it took.

A growl from the dog, a familiar disapproving glare from the woman walking it.

As soon as it got back to its room it snapped, agonized screams tearing from its throat as memories tore from its mind. It tore at anything it could get its mouths on. Walls, bed, furniture, its own arms if it missed bad enough.

Such wonderful, familiar pain.

An oh-so-familiar smile made its way across the mutt's hundred mouths as blood dribbled from the wounds on its arms and neck. In an instant the wounds had closed, replaced by more slavering maws, and the game began again.

Pain.

Blood.

Fear.

Comfort.

Cold.

Dark.

Hungry.

Alone.

Always hungry. How ungrateful of it. Its life was so much better now, and it was still hungry. Like a pathetic starving dog. It doubled over, retching, blood mixing with the bile and acid. It had bit too deep. A wound it couldn't fix, a lie its eyes couldn't tell.

Its hand went to the bloody mess where its neck met its shoulder. Not recognizing the flesh as its own, it bit deeper, harder, growling from a dozen mouths as it lapped at its own unidentified blood.

It was a pup again, a terrified, hungry, feral child, locked in a basement deep in its own mind. The dog came to its knees, licking the blood off its hand with its original mouth. It was acutely aware of something wrong with it, some sort of feeling it couldn't name. Something wrong, something broken.

No, no, it could fix this, it had to. Opened and closed a mouth over the wound over and over, but the wound went deep. So it curled up in the wreckage of its bed and cried, tears mixing with the blood as a mix of bloodloss and exhaustion rent the child from its body, forcing it down into unconsciousness.

[madson-of-hermes-notluke]

Open RP Starter because I'm bored and it's 4 am 👍

Maddox rolled around camp, finally settling on a spot next to a large tree where he could sip his lemonade while he observed the other campers' antics. He was having a fairly enjoyable evening, no assholes commenting about his physical conditions and no gods threatening to smite camp, so it had to have been a good day for good things.

Or maybe he'd spoken too soon. Someone barreled into the tree next to him, jarring him out of his serene mind. "Hey, watch it."

[novaxanomaly]

Father-Son Day || Nikolai/Lucifer || Open Starter

Lucifer, the fallen angel, had started living here, and pretending to be human. Even going as far as giving himself a human name, Nikolai. He had children from multiple mothers all over the world and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to walk into his life and demand attention.

Nikolai lifted his head up to look at his child, "How about we spend some time together, hmm?" He asked, tilting his head to the side just a bit. "We don't do that much, huh?"

[happy-hotelier]

"Another day, another empty hotel..." He sighs, continuing to mop up the floor in relative silence. The only real noise in the room being whatever song pops up next on his internal radio.

Maybe today someone will decide to become a resident...?

Yyyyeeeaah, no. Probably not. Not holding out hope for that one.

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: Desperate Times

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was still a wanted woman, on the run from the newly born Empire and in danger of being found and caught nearly every day—the fact that she was even considering this was insane…though, with how heavily her heat was pressing down on her, and her own stress and grief making it harder to manage, maybe she was just a bit insane after all.

Whatever the case, she needed to do this, lifting a hand to hail one of the pedestrians walking by the shady alleyway she was hiding in. “You—you there. You want to take me into this back alley and use me like a Cantina Schutta~” she requested, the Force draping over her words like sweet honey and silk. Her heart pounding as she hoped this didn’t backfire on her…

[the-smart-and-the-dumb-one]

OPEN RP STARTER

You walk into the Dyonisus cabin looking for Finn, for whatever reason, but he's not there.. you look on his bed and see...a binder..?

Tags (lmk if u wanna be added or removed)

@braydons-world @sunshine-boi1 @unstable-son-of-hades @death-breath @ares-innocence @superbstarlightsheep @im-pretty-and-in-pink @child-of-lightning1 @girl-of-madness and anyone else.

[eligha-child-of-hades]

OPEN RP STARTER. ~ Tartarus?

Elighas been missing for a few days- no months, till one day he walks into your cabin and practically falls into you, he looks like shit.

Tags;

@demigod-jack-hearth

@cxmetcxtcher

@superbstarlightsheep

@/anyone

[respiratory-kristem]

Going to McDonalds chat does anyone want anything? 🫶

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Open starter//indie rp [NOW CLOSED]

Hiccup had finished saddle making in the forge for the day. He had hung up his apron, and was wiping his hands clean with some cloth, grateful he could go for a nice, relaxing flight with Toothless as he made his way back outside.

"Hey, bud, ready to go?" Toothless happily bounded over, making that low, rumbling noise that Hiccup knew meant he was just as ready to get away as he was.

Together, they flew for an hour or so, just enjoying each other's company and the fresh air.

They landed back down in the cove where they first became friends, hoping to lay low until dinner time.

No one ever went there, mostly because most Berkians didn't stray to this side of the island.

Which was why Hiccup was so startled to see a stranger there as he dismounted. "Oh! Hey there." He motioned for Toothless to stand down, but to be ready in case the newcomer was a threat. He tilted his head, sure he'd never seen this person before. "Who are you?"