#RPStarter

[misskittyhart]

Your Soul Forfeit

It was a loud, wild night at the Black Dahlia, the energy was palpable in the room. The loud sound of trumpets and clarinets whined alongside the deep sounds of bass, drums, the soft tinkling of an old rag time piano joined the cacophonous symphony. There she stood, like a silver lit movie star. Miss Kitty Hart, the upcoming star of the down town district.

She had become well known for her sensual nature and sultry tones. A stunning fox demon from 1920's New Orleans, are star in life, as well as in death. Though these days there was pain and sadness in that voice. In which, only made her music that more moving.

Ghosts and past pains ebbed into that mind of hers. Haunting her with the violence and darkness of her past. However, when she was on that stage none of that mattered. Music consumed her, like a pit swallowing her up.

That voice rang out into that hot, crowded room. The breath seemed to be sucked from the room as she sang her set. People watched with baited breath. For such a small demon, she exerted an air of power and confidence. Which often had sinner's harassing her, to her disdain. Not that she couldn't defend herself, she was down in hell for a reason.

Her song came to a close. She took her bow to a wildly cheering audience. The sounds of admiration making her pride swell, a high filling her. She moved back behind thick velvet curtains to her dressing room.

Before she could manage to change there was a knock at her door. Her fox ears twitched and flicked curiously to the door. Upon opening it she saw him. "Radio demon?" she gasped surprised.

starter for

@radio-demon-on-air

[xlidathebardx]

" I heard you singing. It was dark and grey. I felt..nothing and then I heard...I heard you sing. It was so sad." She said , her voice distant and full of some strange longing. She should have bowed or cowered. Something. Yet she did not fear the sword at her throat.

I'm feeling angsty or action-y things now, sooo... send me in things for Sylvanas, Jaina, Elyssa or Sadie if you're also interested? :D Pretty please.

[memedrome]

Just a bunch of random Prompts

" The door is locked. Do we search the key or...? " " Why don't you smile more? You've got such a wholesome smile." " All I just did is setting up the printer! Stop throwing a fit! " " CUTE? He/She just tried to tear off my hand! " " 'Enemy must be in motion'. WHAT ENEMY?! " " Thanks, I just lost five years of my life. " " If your only source is 'Trust me bro', then I'm out of here. " " Is placing mannequins in bathrooms a new trend I missed? " " I almost didn't see you in your little NPC costume. " " Don't give me suggestions if you don't know it any better! " " Where did you just spawn from?! " " We need a code. Have you seen any numbers lying around? " " Oh look, someone wrote 'DEAD' on the wall. How edgy. " " It says 'do not enter' and the first thing YOU do is to break in. " " Are you here to remind me of my failures, too? " " That was one of the most disturbing things I have seen in my life. " " Everyone seems to dislike that movie, but I actually enjoyed it. " " Listen, you can't stay hung-up on old stuff forever. "

[drakelascivachasity]

RPStarter Call: Pygmalion Cloning Experiment

Like this for a random clone subject from Project Pygmalion. Reply with a suggestion and I’ll see if I can do something.

Rozabella and Lizzy would consider your interactions with these clones as renting. The name assigned will be given the title Galatea and a number.

((Notes:

•Azur Lane, Genshin, and Fate are mainstays clones.

•The Galatea clone will have no memory and little personality and would need development.

•Some rules/addends will be lifted to make interactions possible. Still, no loli/shota, netorare, filth, bad ends, etc.))

[gothhorrorbadass]

the halloween extravaganza continues. I think I bought out Home Goods today. But Boris and Karloff needed toys just as much as I did!

[thunderousmemes]

Random Starters - Sinday Edition 

“For not believing me when I tell you something, take off your shirt” 

“I said take it off” 

“Good [ insert pronouns here]” 

“Don’t stop, not yet” 

“Touch your breasts [name], I want to see you touch yourself” 

“That’s right let me have you” 

“Spread your legs wide for me”

“Hmm dinner and a show” 

“I want to feel you inside of me” 

“Open up”

“Fuck me against the wall”

“Such sinful lips”

“Beg for me darling” 

“On your knees, open wide for me” 

“Such a divine taste” 

“You like it rough, don’t you [name]?” 

“Touched starved are we” 

“I love when you moan my name” 

“On all fours, pet” 

“Please me” 

[itssmiletimebitches]

Getting ready to head to the masquerade with a few coworkers - Lexi here is going to teach me how to walk in heels, or so she says. Good luck to her and anyone else in my way tonight. 

[faded-steven]

New Arrival (???)

The very first thing he realizes is that he can hear the ocean. It's been making noise in the background for a while, but almost as if someone flipped a switch, he started registering it's presence.

It was very calming. Gentle waves in the distance, a soft swish of water on sand, on loop, over and over and over again...

Wait.

The second thing he realized was that the ocean was most definitely not in the distance, in fact, he could feel the cold water lapping at his feet, sand and shells gently tapping his ankles. A particularly energized wave reached up to his back, and he shivers at the sensation. It almost feels as though the water washed away something thick and muddy off of him.

Cracking an eye open, wincing at the light, his gaze catches on something red. It trails down around him and reaches into the ocean, dying the water... But his blurry sight can't quite focus and identify it.

The third thing he noticed was that everything smelled like iron.

Oh.

He vaguely remembered a time that he'd smelled this. There had been a crash of some sort, and he'd stood up with an aching head and a bloody nose— the scent hadn't been nearly this strong back then, though...

As his bleary vision clears, he notices what he's wearing. A dress, he guesses, but it's so torn and shredded and blood-stained that it wouldn't be useful for much more than a Halloween costume now.

"a shame..." he mutters, still delirious and muddled from sleep.

The fourth thing he noticed was that there were footsteps approaching him.

@car-mechanic-steven @pink-pink-steven @disaster-diamond @fractured-steven-universe @runaway-steven @jekyll-steven @humanity-steeb @thorn-steven @gem-in-denial @gem-diplomat-steven @shattereddiamondboy @zooman-connie @clean-freak-steven @homeworld-rat @homeworld-bound-steven @mentally-stable-steven @baby-homeworld @poisoning-steven @bugsteven @mechanic-steeb @warleader-steven @war-victim-steven @cerise-steven @neon-steven

and uhhhh anyone else?? It's open.. Also I want to apologize for bothering y'all but... I don't think I'm supposed to?? Idk my brain is dead.

Also please don't be intimidated by this huge wall of text,, I'm just trying to set the stage RIP)

[altissiavibritannia]

The Prince’s Toy

Deep within the forest a creature that is always hard to see. Also so swift, majestic, unless if they lose a limb. Yet there’s legends about this creature, but nobody has ever caught one, until now. The creature was beautiful from antler to hoof. Growling as he wriggles in the trap that had finally managed to capture him. His head rolled off once he turned his head the wrong way. Sighing as he flapped his bat wings on his reindeer half, but it didn’t loosen at all. His four eyes glaring at the direction of his capturer, @julius-vi-britannia. His glasses on the ground. “What do you want human?!” the Tonazokyūbō snapped, his fangs showing as he snarled.

[neotheskrix]

@all-fleshed-out Rp starter-

The small blue alien was cautiously  walking trying to be aware of her surroundings the last thing she needed was another scare. Neo had been exploring for some time now having grown lost and lonely, it had been some time till she had see another living creature but part of her was wary since not all beings took her existence very well. Most folks would scream or trying to capture that strange little creature. She wasn’t native to these lands though she tried her best to make this new world her home it wasn’t always so forgiving. What she really craved was a friend but who would willing befriend and estranged blue rat like being? Neo was lost in thought not longer being able to keep walking she rested against a near by tree trying to relax for the moment being. “Where is everyone..?” she asked herself almost with a faint nervous sweat.

[descriptive-tickles]

Call for Tickles:

As a part of my job, I work within a call centre and of course it triggered my brain into creating a new teasing delight for you all:

Now some lees are very open about the tickles they want to receive.. some do this very openly and others have cheeky tactics that they exploit.. but there are those lees who remain shy and quiet and they may have the same desire for tickles without yielding the wanted result.

Now imagine an anonymous service, a phone call away that puts you through to an automated line.. a personal tickling service.. the hold music stops and the list of tickles are announced.

A teasy voice playfully dictates, “For our upperbody services, press 1, and for lower spots, press 2, for all over, press 3”. The voice falls silent whilst it waits for you to make your choice..

Don’t leave it waiting to long though it’ll tease you throughout. “What’s the matter, too ticklish to choose” it asks whilst you consider the options.

So, I’ll leave this post here for now. If you like, comment which option you would choose, and we’ll see what other options become available to you.

Also, would you call this number if it existed? I’m happy to make this a roleplay scenario if anyone would like to see how a call to this line might unfold.

Lines are open!

[misakitome]

@divaur

Another day, another journey.

Or rather, another journey with a vague time. The shinobi trotted forward upon the beaten path, scarf trailing behind her as she checked the poorly-done map she’d been given. A child could’a drawn this. Actually, a child probably did. The youth mused, hoping she was on the right road.

Konohagakure. Center of apparently fire and leaves. She’s seeing the leaves now- far too many trees for the chuunin used to open desert- but where was the fire?

I’m sure I’ll see ‘t eventually. The scarf-wearing shinobi mused, the northern gate of Konogakure finally in sight. Do they just keep the doors open?? Ain’t they afraid of folks just walkin’ in?? Wait, am I just gonna walk in? Damn it, that’s how it’s gonna be, ain’t it?

Misaki frowned, casting a paranoid glance at those around while she approached.

[askemilybennett]

Is tumblr RP still a thing?

It has been like 5 years since I have been roleplaying on here and I am seriously wondering if it still a thing and if it is, where do I sign up lmao. 

[williamgrahamsrpblog]

Random first person hannibal starter

Three swings, its all it took, i was standing in the snow.  The way he left the bodies told of a riddle, this was my design.  I wanted the bodies to be read as riddles, for the next victim was the answer to it.  But when i opened my eyes i was three hours away from the crime scene standing in the middle of Dr. Lecter’s office.  “How...how did i get here?” I seem to mutter more to myself then the empty air around me. it felt as if i couldnt breath, the air was thick but yet clean.  Hannibal would be back soon, I need to leave. I’m having headaches, im losing time, having nightmares. what’s wrong with me....am i going mad? no no thats not it i have to be sick, a tumor, or something else. i dont want to think its mental illness. This job is going to be the end of me i know it 

[araliadon]

Something I found yesterday that I wrote a while ago that I’m really kinda proud of.

Sitting on the bench near the tube station, the girl, young woman really, gnawed absently on a thumbnail, her nose buried in a tatty book. At first glance she would have been taken for one of the thousands of homeless people that thronged London's streets. Her clothes were worn and threadbare and had clearly seen better days. A much patched coat was draped around her thin shoulders. A dirty bandage was clumsily wrapped around one hand and an old, battered felt hat, several sizes too big, was jammed on her head hanging down to half cover one eye, tied in place with a scarf that might have been green, or brown, but was now so stained and faded that it's original colour could only be guessed at. She also appeared to be taking no notice of her surroundings. Both of these impressions were completely wrong.

The young woman was not in fact homeless or oblivious to her surroundings. An older gentleman, passing her, suddenly, inexplicably tripped, and the heavy bag he had been carrying over one shoulder fell to the pavement with a clatter, spilling it's contents everywhere. Curiously, most of the bag appeared to have been filled with various neatly rolled, for want of a better word, scrolls.

The young, homeless woman sprang off the seat to help the man gather up his belongings. No-one, not even the one to whom the papers belonged, noticed the girl grab a certain scroll that had been tied with a dark green ribbon, and hastily stuff it into her coat.

"There ya go sir-a," the girl mumbled, a strong northern accent ringing clearly through her speech as she touched one hand to her brow in a sort of half-salute. "Ma 'pologies."

"Nonsense, my dear young woman," the man replied, with seeming magnanimity, "thank-you for helping me gather my belongings."

"Na problem sir-a," she replied, one hand half held out in entreaty.

Looking vaguely disgusted, the gentleman dropped a few coins into her palm and quickly continued on. Anyone who had the misfortune to be passing by him at that moment would have heard him muttering darkly about "filthy Muggle scum".

The girl, after a brief glance at the coins in her hand, spat sideways in derision. "Stingy bastard."

She then glanced around to ensure that no-one passing was looking her way, which, considering what she appeared to be, the passers-by were going out of their way to not look in her direction. She pulled the scroll she'd pilfered from her coat and unrolled it with practised ease. A scan of the contents confirmed it's validity and she grinned to herself in triumph.

She shoved it back into her coat and picked up her book before vacating the bench. The girl darted down a nearby alleyway and checked that she was unobserved, before she spun on one heel and... disappeared.

A sharp crack disturbed the quiet of the evening on a street many miles away from that tube station and the young homeless woman appeared on a previously unoccupied stretch of pavement. She had appeared outside of a house with the number 11 gleaming brightly on the door. Interestingly, the house next to it was numbered 13 and not 12. It was an oddity that the residents of the street accepted as normal. It had always been that way. Who knew what the Department of Development and Housing had been thinking that day?

Funnily enough, the girl was not looking at either Number 11 or Number 13, but at the space between them. Onlookers would have seen nothing to be staring at, and would have been astounded to know that she was actually looking at another house, a house with the number 12 in silver situated above a door knocker carved to look like the head of a snake. It looked all too creepily realistic.

The girl moved up onto the front step of that invisible Number 12 and vanished from sight once again.

Nymphadora (call-her-that-and-be-extremely-regretful-and-in-a-lot-of-pain-immediately-due-to-grevious-bodily-harm) Tonks crept into the shadowy hallway of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, moving with exaggerated care, placing each foot down with agonising slowness. It didn't help. Out leapt that beastly troll's leg umbrella stand and down she went with a clatter. Her hat flew off, despite the scarf, and landed with a thump against a pair of mouldy old curtains. Damn. She'd become a little fond of that hat.

The curtains suddenly sprang apart of their own accord to reveal, not a window or door but a painting. A... moving painting? It depicted an enraged seeming elderly woman who also appeared to be quite deranged if the painted spittle flying from her painted lips and the horrible rolling of her painted eyes was to be any indication.

"Oh go away you miserable old hag," Tonks said flatly as she attempted to untangle herself from the umbrella stand. The painted woman glowered down at the young woman on the floor and the painted mouth opened with a shriek of outrage. Words became apparent amid the high-pitched screaming. Words like "half-breed" and "freak" and "shape-shifting abomination". The girl on the floor sighed, rolled her eyes and pointed a stick at the curtains and muttered something. They sprung back together with an almost audible snap.

"Another lovely family chat with my dear old Mum, eh Tonksie?" A new voice intruded from the now echoing silence of the dingy hallway.

"Highlight of my night cousin," Tonks grinned up at the tall, dark-haired, hollowed-eyed man standing in the shadows. "Help me up would you?"

A matching grin spread across the dark-haired man's face as he moved to help the girl up off the carpet. He gripped her gently by the arm and pulled her to her feet, murmuring cheekily, "Wouldn't you rather have Moony helping you up off the floor? Or better yet, helping you down to the floor?"

A hot flush of colour blossomed on the young woman's cheeks and she swung a fist into her cousin's shoulder. The bright flush did not just stop at her cheeks however. Red streaks twined through her previously nondescript brown hair and gradually overtook the brown, until her hair was blushing as brightly as her face. "Shut up Sirius," she hissed, hitting him in the other shoulder as well for good measure.

Grinning unrepentantly, "Sirius" rubbed at his newly throbbing shoulders with his now unoccupied hands. "Ow! You've got quite a swing on you there baby cousin."

Huffing, Tonks stepped past her annoying relative and limped (the umbrella stand had fallen rather heavily on her ankle) down the hallway to an unremarkable door. Hand on the doorknob, she turned back, stuck her tongue out at her cousin briefly, opened the door and disappeared into the cheerily lit room beyond. The door swung shut behind her with a solid, satisfying thump and she heard a soft curse from her cousin as it hit him, she hoped, in the face.

[disgraced-doctor-junkenstein]

@aprimespecimen  //If this doesn’t work tell me so I can try to come up with something better.  There was a cove tucked away and hidden from sight of the villagers. It was a good distance off but the best views were well worth the travel. That was what Jamison’s mother always said and she was rarely wrong.  Having made his trek to the cove, Junkenstein carefully made his way to the coast, setting down a bucket, then sparing a moment to take in the salty air. Funny, his parents always said the smell of open saltwater air was refreshing but to him it just smelt like fish and seaweed. Even so he couldn’t help the smile that graced his face. This was nostalgic. A blanket of grey clouds lulled overhead, stretching out over the vast open waters. The water itself looking a little choppy but Junkenstein inhaled deeply and decided he would stick around. Surely it would rain but this didn’t feel like it was going to become a proper storm. Even so, he had planned to near the shore and just take a few notes and samples. Maybe even just enjoy the view others might find dismal but he personally viewed as relaxing.  Gulls called in the distance and at last Junkenstein clapped both his hands together in a sign he was finally motivated to work.