#Open Rp Starter

[pain-is-forever]

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.

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[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.

[fallbackin-time]

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

[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.

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@demigod-jack-hearth

@quillis-climbs-trees

@goblin-demeter-boy

@/anyone

[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

[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

[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

[nine-lives-lynx]

Running. He was running across the branches of the trees, numbly leaping from one to another, terror filling him as she flees what he does not know. He hears the branch she's currently on start to snap, and he prematurely throws himself across the gap to another tree, almost missing but his hands find purchase. It's sturdy, and he starts to heave himself up, but something tackles him from behind, dislodging him and sending him falling.

falling, falling, falling. He flails to try and catch a branch, but they all wither and snap. How high up was she? She does not know. He only knows that the ground is too far away.

Until it isn't, and he hits the sharp rocks below, hissing laughter filling his ears, mocking his failure and pain.

Alden wakes up with a start, eyes flicking around the room as he slowly regains his senses, the small scars on the back of his head throbbing with a dull ache. She sighs as he lays back down, grabbing his phone and checking the time.

It's only a half hour before her alarm, he may as well get up anyways.

--

As Alden lays curled up in a spot of sunlight in the courtyard at lunch, deciding not to get anything to eat since he had breakfast, he seems to be firmly staying away from trees, as well as rocks. He'd even been avoiding stairs throughout the day.

[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?”

[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.]

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

And everyone who sees this!

[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~

[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

[an-ithacan-princess]

Open Starter: Stuck With His Stories, When Will I Know Who You Are?

*Kaliza was in the throne room of the palace, staring up at the tapestry in front of her. It was of her father, Odysseus.*

*It was painful... Not knowing what happened to him... Was he alive, was he dead? No matter what her mother said, she doubted he would be living after all of this time...*

<Tag List, Ask To Be Added Or Removed: @ithacas-queen, @astaria-the-nymph, @/anyone.>

Dividers

[brklynbxby]

open to: w/nb plot: your muse and alexis live together, and everytime they go out your muse never sleeps with a guy who can make her come. the men she encounters seem to lack the skills to awaken her desires, leaving her to simmer in a state of unrequited passion. so alexis steps up to show your muse how it's supposed to be done

alexis exhaled a quiet chuckle, shaking her head as she guided the girl toward the door, the faint scent of perfume and the warmth of lingering touches still clinging to the air between them. alexis didn't rush her out. instead, she leaned in, pressing one last, slow kiss against her lips—a goodbye laced with the kind of promise neither of them planned to keep. her fingers ghosted over the girl's hand as she finally reached for the door. She opened it smoothly, but her gaze lingered, drinking in the way the girl’s hips swayed with every step as she disappeared down the dimly lit hallway. Only when she was out of sight did Alexis close the door with a small, satisfied smirk.

Turning around, she barely had a second to settle before a familiar voice cut through the air. "I just don't understand how you never find a guy who can fuck you? Like, how is your luck that bad?" Laughter bubbled up in her chest, spilling past her lips before she could stop it.

[demoted-but-not-forgotten]

OPEN STARTER: DEMOTED.

Ah, Camp Jupiter. Such a peaceful place where Roman and (as of recently) Greek demigods get to live their lives, serve in the 12th Legion Fulminata, go to university, retire and generally be at peace. Except today, there's a commotion.

Around ten minutes into a training activity, everything is stopped as a centurion marches towards a child, they can't be older than 13. Taking off their helmet, the centurion looks utterly furious. If anyone knows their way around the camp, they'd recognize the demigod as the centurion of the 2nd cohort.

"MARCELLUS!" They scream at the kid, who seems to have wolf ears and a tail. Their ears pin down when they get yelled at. There's a bunch of weapons laying around the general area they're standing, and a couple knocked over demigods. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"I- I didn't mean to, I swear-" The kid tries to defend themself and puts their hands up in surrender. Looks like they know they're in trouble. They're not even wearing any armor, which is strange to see during drills. "I was just-"

"Enough, I don't want to hear your excuses. I can't have you in my cohort- we've tried to right you for YEARS. With zero effects. That's it. I'm done." The centurion turns towards Reyna, the praetor. "I kindly ask that Marcellus be demoted, at least two cohorts down, and have him excluded from activities for today. I feel like everyone around here agrees with me-" And they do, people start nodding and murmuring quiet agreements.

Reyna nods, and with that, the kid is shoo'd away.

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