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Open to everyone - M/F
Relationship type - Friend, lover, spouse, colleague, ex partner.
Plot type - Drama, angst, smut with plot
Approved Kinks- Roleplay, objectication, breath play, knife play, BDSM, exhibitionism, scene play, dom and sub, sadism and machoism, edge play, CBT, impact play, rope bandage, fisting, pegging, orgasm control, dirty talk, nipple play, gags, praise kink, electrostimulation, whipping, wax play.
Plot - Luca has been secretly diagnosed with stomach cancer and he's decided that he's leaving SWAT and leaving LA, but he doesn't intend on telling anyone who is in his life. Convince him to stay and give him some hope because he may or may not get the treatment to fight it.
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Luca removed his bag from his locker and discreetly began removing the contents of his locker piece by piece so no one would notice, sighing softly as he jammed a few pictures into one of the pockets before zipping up the pocket. In a few weeks he would be gone and no one would know where he would end up because truthfully, he didn't know where he would end up. And since he was off the next day, he was planning on going home and getting shit faced drunk. Do drunk that he wouldn't be able to walk, talk or even think.
#swat rp#cbs swat#swat#open rp#open starter#open to all#swat cbs#swat 2017#open thread#dominique luca#gay rp#gay smut rp#smut is ok#indie smut starter#indie rp.#indie open rp#indie crime rp#roleplay#indie kink rp
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A Moment of Weakness
The words were beginning to swim. Constantine was certain he'd read the same sentence at least five times, and he still didn't know what it fucking said. He'd been reading one book after another for an undetermined amount of time, trying to figure out how to get Bart back, how to stop Barbatos and banish him from Killer Moth's body. Well, one part of that had been figured, at least. His room didn't have windows by choice. It forced Constantine to go out to have a smoke break, and kept him from being distracted by the passage of time or outside sound. But when the young magician stood for a smoke break, hoping it would help him focus, black dots swarmed in his vision, and Constantine went down. He came to a few minutes later, crumpled on the wooden floor, blinking dazedly. What had just happened? "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, holding his head as it throbbed angrily at him. When did he last eat? Constantine wasn't sure. It had been... ah, probably a couple days now, at least. And he hadn't had anything to drink except a shot of vodka here and there. Probably about ten or so, over that amount of time. "Right... Time to pick yourself up again, John," he mumbled to himself, closing his eyes as he pushed himself to hands and knees, trying to keep his vision from betraying him. But again his head swam, and a minute later Constantine blinked awake with a sore nose and knocked elbow. He growled under his breath and thumped the floor with his fist in frustration. And now that he was lying down, it felt so nice. Maybe it was floor time. Or perhaps a floor time nap. When did he sleep last? That was another good question. Constantine's eyes fluttered, threatening to close, and he let them this time.
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Open Thread
Kotaro's thin eyebrows twitch nervously in the dressing room mirror, conflicted seeing himself in the outfit suggested to him. The way it fit his body, the skin it showed—was it too much?
He had only recently started to experiment a little more with how he dressed, given he was pretty picky with the genre of street fashion he wore. Having someone else choose for him was a surefire way to get him wearing something outside that comfort zone. But seeing his exposed forearms and collarbones made him wary.
Even so, he felt obligated to show them how he looked given they'd given him their assistance in the first place. So he steps out from behind the curtain. "So, does it suit me?"
#originals#open thread#rp prompt#OOC: you can choose what your muse put kotaro in!!!#basically the only restrictions are#collarbones visible and at least some of his forearms are showing#since those are his Parts hes usually most Eager to cover up#since he has Scars there if youve read my Headcanons Doc in my pinned
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“I’ve seen that look before. Spill it, what’s goin’ on?”
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Open Thread - IGREEDA Cabinet Building
Fluff / Anything Goes! / Ever built IKEA furniture? Instead of conjuring up a new piece of furniture for the hotel bar, Charlie thought of a great team building activity. She purchased a Mammon-brand IGREEDA Cabinet, the only problem is that it didn't arrive fully assembled. It's up to the hotel patrons to put their differences aside and work together to build a new display cabinet for Husk's Bar.
Keenie squints in confusion at the pile of wooden planks, glass panels, and screws. Out of pure frustration she asks, "I'm sorry but how in Hell do these flimsy pieces of junk make a functioning cabinet?" She flips through the instruction booklet and tried to make sense of the strange pictures, "I thought this was supposed to be easy! Thanks a lot, Mammon!"
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Open Starter://
Simon had been shoved roughly to the ground by the wolf-like beast, his head smacking hard against cobblestone street. Dazed, the good doctor rubbed his head, vision swimming. Dressed in white in the fashion of the Healing Church doctors, Simon had been rushing to a home where there had been rumors of the second spreading of the sickness. Quickly he had been set upon by a this massive creature of all dark fur and golden eyes that loomed over him now, staring down at him with fangs bared.
"By the Gods..." the doctor murmured, unable to say much more in the face of his fear.
#simon#good doctor simon#simon speaks#bloodborne oc#open thread#open starter#open rp starter#rp#horror rp#Bloodborne rp
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Ellisa told us to be ready for campers to challenge us. Guess that means Lamp and I can put our year of kicking ass to good use!
#foster island summer camp '24#adventures on foster island#pokeblogging#irl pokemon#rl pokemon#pokemon irl#pokemon fanart#pokemon art#open thread
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Open Starter (Only 21+ Please!!) -
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(Themes: Tragedy; Angst)
The scholar tore at his burning eyes, crying out and stumbling blindly. With desperation Simon reached out, grasping for anything in order to steady himself and keep from falling over.
“What the hell?” The scholar yelled, stinging tears running down his pale cheeks. He couldn’t see, that much was plain enough. So focused was he on the research was he that Simon didn’t notice the reaction building from the combination of arcane ingredients, ready to burst forth with the brightest illumination that the scholar had ever experienced.
Turning around wildly and twisting body, he nearly tripped over a nearby chair, nocking it over with a clatter.
#scholar simon#good doctor simon#simon speaks#open thread#open starter#open rp#bloodborne oc#open to anyone
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The house is stiflingly empty when Grey comes home. That's not anything new, but it's one thing to be distressed. It's another to be distressed and alone.
Upon getting inside, they drop their bag to the side, not having the capacity to care much about it right now. It clumsily draws the curtains, dimming the living room as much as possible before curling up in the corner of the couch and breathing against the viscous mix of ache and sensory disorder clinging to the undersides of its plating.
They've never liked maintenance. Have always despised repairs. He's pathetic, really—a minor complication; a small mishap, and xe's offset like she's had wires tugged out.
[open rp]
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She didn't know why she loved this place so damn much. Maybe it was because she built it from the ground up. Maybe it was because she could hide in plain sight, in a way. Maybe it was just simply because it was fun. But she loved it, like it was a piece of her own heart. She loved her staff, she loved working with her friends, she loved dancing, and mixing drinks. She loved almost all of it.
Paperwork and being in her office wasn't always the best but she'd do it when she had to. Sometimes she moved out of her office and spread paperwork across the bar top so she could. Other times, she left it for Clint.
Today she was doing paperwork.
Coffee in hand, laptop on the bar, and papers spread all within arms reach, she was balancing books and making sure payroll was caught up, including actually paying herself. Humming along to the music she threw on in the background, she heard footsteps behind her.
"Hey, sorry we're closed until later."
#thecrosshair#crosshair au#if you don't know about this verse but wanna know:#the short of it is that is basically a coyote ugly au lol#that's kinda all you really need to know#open rp#open thread
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Open Starter (Females only)
Open to Everyone (Mutuals and Non- Mutuals)
Connection - Friend, ex girlfriend, ex wife, colleague, ex lover, lover, sister of colleague.
Plot - Luca has returned home to find his wife in bed with another man and during a confrontation with her, she's lashed out and injured him (isn't the first time) and demanding a divorce and reveals that their expected child isn't his. But the female coming to his rescue, he ends up putting the moves on her.
Trigger warnings - Domestic violence, affairs, violence, angst and drama.
Luca had found himself in a bar, sporting a busted lip and a black eye as he held the glass of ice to his head and finished another beer. He could smell her perfume as soon as she walked into the bar and it got stronger as she drew closer, not even bothering to look up at her. "This you coming to say i told you so?"
#open rp#swat rp#open starter#open to all#swat cbs#swat 2017#open thread#dominique luca#indie rp.#indie crime rp#indie roleplay#smut rp#indie smut starter#angsty verse#angst rp#angst
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The Summer Gala
He'd put on his suit, fixed his makeup and shoes, and headed into Gotham. It wasn't far, even if he'd gone by car. The blonde wandered briefly amongst the streets near the building, then bypassed the flashing cameras to teleport directly, discreetly onto an empty balcony. Constantine then braced himself and stepped into the hubbub. (ooc- open rp)
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Open Thread [Halloween Event, Mermaid AU]
The week leading up to Halloween the harbor was often crowded with yacht filled with rich teens partying where they were less likely to be caught drinking and getting high. The word Halloween didn't have much of a meaning for merfolk, but to Kotoro he'd come to associate it with an excess of observation opportunities. The music resonating off the boat Kotaro had currently suctioned himself onto was nothing like the hypnotic operatic of merfolk. He could feel it reverberate through his body; drums rattling his ribs and bass shaking his core. With a wet pop he pulls himself free from the side of the yacht to swim away just a little bit. It's easier to watch the human silhouettes dance when he isn't sidled up right next to it.
The LED lights reflect brightly in Kotaro's wide silvery eyes. How fun and exciting. There were bright lights at the bottom of the sea, too, but not in this many colors. Mermaids danced when they sang, but not this erratic and passionately. Suddenly, a human approaches the edge of the ship to look into the dark waters below. Kotaro sinks a bit deeper, letting his hair wave around his head to blend into the waves. Would this human sing too? Sing and rap and dance? His eyes shine in the dark, watching with rapt attention.
#open thread#halloween event#mermaid au#originals#anyone can reply#more AU details in pinned doc#will draw a ref tonight ideally
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[🏹] "Achgosh douk means 'Hello' in my language!" Balbok explains enthusiastically. And he just continues with the same big goofy smile. "It also means 'I don't like your face'!"
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Starter Call!!!! (Peter)
LiKE OR REBLOG!!!!
#ouat roleplay#ouat rp#once upon a time roleplay#once upon a time rp#open roleplay#open rp#open thread#open starter#oc roleplay#oc rp#~~there are no kings in neverland just me~~ {peter}
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Morgaiyn knew that he had fallen quite far in life now, as he dug through the trash of a sea side restaurant in search of scraps of food and any leftovers. His stomach growled, and the elf knew that he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He hadn’t made enough money today to cover food, and though he had gone without it before, today it was particularly difficult.
At the bottom of the barrel, he managed to find an apple core, which he quickly took up and started biting into. It tasted off, but it was at least something.
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