#i am here! - open starter

[cursivebloodlines]

MUSE: Finley 'Finn' Lowe | Test muse - lead singer of some boyband whose name I've yet to think of. They quickly shot up to fame after being part of some reality talent show (think of 1D style lmao or something similar - I'm figuring things out still!) and it's gotten to his head a lil. Feel free to humble him, he needs knocking down a peg or two.

OPEN TO: M/F/NB | Mutuals and Non-Mutuals

PLOT/CONNECTION: Probably self-explanatory but also plenty of possible options! Your muse and Finn have been fooling around a little, maybe casually dating? It could be a secret thing given his fame, or not. Either way, wires are crossed: your muse has caught feelings, wants more from Finley and is questioning the state of their relationship. idk! Anything works!

@indiestarter | Open Starters Tag

Despite the smile painted on his lips, there was a flicker of confusion in Finn's eyes as he leaned against the wall. "What do you mean?" The question left his mouth among some form of...noise (for lack of a better word) that resembled something akin to a laugh or scoff. Maybe both. To say he was caught off guard was an understatement in itself, the words tumbling from his lips with ease, despite the perplexity hiding him, somewhere deep down. "This isn't..." Awkwardly ruffling his hair, he gestured between the two of them. "We're just having fun, aren't we? You know how it is."

[spkyscry]

"H-Hello? Is someone there?" came a voice, delicate and tentative, through the forlorn quiet. "I thought I heard something..."

It was meek, timid, and accentuated with the shifting of a heavy chain. Dragging across the warm stone as she apparently adjusted herself in the dark room; the Princess sounded hopeful, despite her dreary surroundings. The only light visible coming from the watchful moon's light shining through a window high on the wall opposite of the stairwell.

The wood beneath feet is sturdy on the way down, but it was nonetheless a strange place to house a Princess. With the cold and the dark, perhaps slaying her would be doing her a favor.

[doublejango]

Hello! I read your post on being present in roleplaying and it got me curious as I've never done it myself (outside of drama improv, if that even counts, lol), but it's always felt like a formative staple in fandom community even though I've never really understood it.

I wanted to ask a couple of questions if that's okay. Namely, what actually is roleplaying, what it's like, and where one can find a community to try it out.

Otherwise, I thought your post was really good as it also applies to OCs in novels and experiencing real life, so if all else, we can just leave it at that, lol

Aw hi! And thank you, this was so sweet!!!

I mean, I am not an expert on RP or anything, I've only been back on Tumblr since February. I'm also absolutely not an expert on writing, just an enthusiastic lover of spilling words onto the page, so take everything with a grain of salt <3

Roleplaying is basically just shared storytelling. It can take a lot of forms--like LARP, which stands for Live Action Role Play, or tabletop games like D&D. With those, it is a lot like improv acting, I imagine. You have a character, you have parameters, and you shape the story by acting things out as you go--no plan, no script, just doing what feels right for your character while also working to build the "Yes, And" vibes.

Written RP is a lot like that. At least, to me it feels a lot like that. It feels like a game where we both pick our favorite characters and our favorite writing styles, then dive in hard. Maybe we explore whatever aspects of canon (if one or both of us is a canon character) left us howling and sobbing. Maybe we mix worlds--like Blitz hanging out with Cardan, from the Folk of the Air series. Maybe we just become absolute crack monsters. Whatever we do with it, it's essentially collaborative storytelling built on respect of each other's preferences and needs, and love of not just the results, but the process. It's fun, it's like--making a really satisfying with (usually) just one other person.

On tumblr, you can often find roleplaying communities (or RPCs) for just about anything just by checking for relevant tags, like helluva boss rp for me. If there's something you love, there's probably an RPC for it, and if not? There's usually someone who will be interested in checking your character out and talking about inspiration with you.

A lot of RPers--most, from what I have seen--will have a pinned post on their blog that communicates their rules/preferences. For example, since my character is a filth-goblin and a violent little feral monster, I am not okay with the idea of interacting with minors, so I put that in my rules. I'm also very anti-censorship and shaming, so that's in my rules, too. Whatever is most important to you, whatever you know you won't be able to handle in an RP partner, put that in your rules post. If you find the RPC tags for a fandom you like (and Tumblr will often help you with this by promoting other posts and blogs similar to the things you search for, once it figures out that's what you like), you can find roleplayers' blogs and check their rules out to get an idea of what sort of things might be most common, what sort of things other players seem to hope to find in rules.

If the idea of digging into tags overwhelms you, or you take a look around and decide nope, Tumblr RP is not for me, but I still want to try written RP, you can also look for blogs that are designed to help people meet so they can write together, often on Discord. @rphunter is an excellent example of those blogs and can be a great place to start, or even just a way to start seeing how people talk about RP.

TL;DR -- It's like creating fanfiction together (or original fiction, sometimes!), because we love the game, respect each other, and are cheerful nerds who just like to play. Roleplay is a very social hobby, and a lot of fun! If you're curious about it, I hope you give it a try! And hey I may be slow about answering questions, and may just babble and be the worst source ever, but I will always try <3 So please never feel bad for asking.

[gctawaygirl]

open to : m / f / nb muse : camille fairburn plot : a little drunken escapade after a long day at work. cam is giggly and happy and your muse is whatever you want. can be platonic or romantic.

"hey, hey, hey! come back here!" cam protested, her glass chasing after theirs, "it's bad luck to not clink glasses during a cheers, our glasses didn't clink!" she whined and giggled at the same time, "you don't want bad luck, do you?"

[flameleadsarc]

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

[iobartach]

pov; a 6' 9'' mess of angry spider is clawing his way up the side of a building. what do you do?

[boombambaby]

Goooood Kuzcorific morning, Kuzcoteers!

I don’t know about you, but I am WAY overdue for some prime Kuzco-worship time!

Yep!

A manicure, a nice soothing skin toning session, floating in my private indoor lake with some music playing in the background— you know. Some serious R&R.

Sooo that’s the goal for today, Kuzconians! Feel free to jump in, and join in on your own version of ‘Kuzco’s the best!’ worship at your own leisure. Nooo talky or bother-y me though, kay?

If you need me? At all, for anything?

. . . Don’t!

[happyhctel]

                              He fell asleep at the bar. What do you do?

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

"Elemental energy is commonly found in its most agitated state, bright, hot and shapeless. It needs to be contained and allowed to slow down its particles for it to gain mass. If this is achieved, you can then assess its properties. Color, texture and temperature are all essential information to an alchemist."

Is this a lecture from a Spantamad alumnus? Not really. But it's boring working at the lab to make elixirs; if he talks to himself like his master used to, it makes him feel cool.

[kuurosakiis]

Slowly spins like a certain gif of a seal in a pool.

[bitchfiits]

open to ⟼ m/w/nb. two muses, any combo!

based on ⟼ this and this.

she didn’t expect her night to end up like this — cradling a cheap bottle of beer, sat across from them; but, loren didn’t mind it either. she felt like a god in a way, practically had them eating out of the palm of her hand without even lifting a single finger. she treated it like a game, attention fixed on one of them long enough to instill an interest while simultaneously attempting to get a rise out of the other. just when she had one, she’d switch. whether they were jealous, desperate, it didn’t matter ... it was far too entertaining for her regardless. “so,” she hummed lowly, teeth sinking into the glossy flesh of her bottom lip. “have you two ever…” head tilted as she shared a glance between the two of them. 

[queenharumiura]

"Oh dear, what a conundrum i've found myself in." Fiore was running an errand and she'd somehow gotten herself lost and was in a sketchy part of town. Now she's being accosted.

Her options were thus: Be a poor damsel, or hopefully be a lucky damsel. Quite frankly, both options offered little comfort to the woman currently face to face with a man who clearly had untoward intentions.

This is the last time she ventures out on her own to a place she'd never been before. She's likely to get herself lost and therefore in trouble. "Sir, if you could please let me go. I've an important errand to run posthaste. It would do no good to impede my path for long." Will anyone come to her aid? She hopes so.

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[dutybcrne]

Those relationships where the characters are amicable exes who broke it off bc one or both had their respective traumas/emotional burdens they didn't want the other to feel responsible for, so they ended up repressing it all to the point where the distance that began to grow between them as a result was too insurmountable that they decided it was best to end things so, in their minds, the other could be free to pursue happiness without being 'burdened' by them. But both are even now still so very much in love with each other or at the very least hold a tender fondness and particularly Special protectiveness for each other that everyone can clearly see, no matter how much the two deny or brush it off by saying it would have never worked out in the end ( oh, but it COULD, it WOULD have if only they'd decided to TALK to each other, to be VULNERABLE with each other instead of just calling it quits ), despite every What If and If Only that crosses their minds every time their eyes meet.

Every time they see their longing mirrored in the other's eyes.

[deathxproof]

Open For !! AU!(Ten)Theta *

*with the potential of AU!(Simm) Koschei

“There you are,” Theta immediately started going off, and began pulling himself up and over from underneath a very irritable TARDIS console. “I’ve been tryin’ to reason and work with her since you left, but she’s all out of sorts since we landed! I was just asking when you’d get back, taking ten years just to find bloody bolts and accelerator coola—“

He finally stopped dead when he looked up, when he realized that Koschei, was not, in fact, the one who came walking through the front door. ..Wait. That wasn’t right.

“Well, I… Don’t.. Suppose you have the wrong… Blue-Box-TARDIS?”

[stcnefruit]

— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - vasti inaiê souza gonçalves, sculptor, potter and printmaker. bisexual, uses she/her pronouns. human, thirty. wanted opposites (in order of priority) - m/nb/f, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - literal strangers, an ex, fellow artist, someone they haven't seen since sixth grade, as long as they're a little richer than vasti is (and not related) go literally batsh*t plot - they're on their way to personally deliver one of their commissions but they haven't slept well in over 48 hours (they've slept enough to not get pulled over, they can drive) and really should have hired a truck or sent it through the post but hey they've done it before and the client is right across town (or city, cough) so it shouldn't be too bad right? they'll make it except you just kind of yk. rear-ended them at the stoplight and their sh*t's in the trunk bc it couldn't fit in the back seat and now you might have just f*cked sh*t up if that packing wrap isn't as good as it's marketed to be. potential meet cute with insurance problems and career threatening happenings basically, what could be better than that

— she hears it before she feels it, the way the body of the car lurches underneath her at the street corner. the rattling in the back is too loud for her to ignore, and she's already doing inventory on what she has with her. registration papers, house keys, studio keys, that flat tire kit she's never had to use in her life and hopes she won't have to now, the delivery— oh God, fuck, the delivery. in the trunk. surrounded by a shit ton of bubble wrap and cling film and whatever the fuck else she wrapped it in at 3am two days ago and placed it in its box, but last she checked no flat tire makes that kind of sound like the kind where there's a bit too much metal and you know in your gut you'll need to call your insurance company. both of them, in her case, if the vehicle in her rearview mirror is giving anything to go by. que se lixe isso, this is not a good day. her blood pressure was not made for this. neither was her neck, for that matter, but she doubts there was enough speed behind the impact to cause any whiplash worth worrying about. she unlocks her phone as she steps out, car door slamming closed behind her, insurance already on speed dial. as a precaution she takes a few photos of the other car's license plate, now neatly tucked (along with the front bumper) just barely under her chassis—she is not paying for this shit if she doesn't have to, especially if the driver in question has enough money to be driving a car like that right into her sedan and especially if they might have just jeopardized her commission. three months, hundreds of hours, possibly damaged in her trunk because it's the one day she didn't have her morning coffee and decided to put it there instead of the backseat, bubble wrap or no bubble wrap. yeah, she'll milk every last penny from that payout while she's at it. might as well be pissed for a reason. 'hey,' she says, coming up to the window as it rolls down, 'i'm sorry, this is going to sound so completely fucking obvious and i know this and you know this but i think you just rear-ended me? and there's something in my trunk that i really need to get out and check on before this day goes any further to shit than it already has so if you could please try and back the fuck up, it would be much appreciated. juro o túmulo da minha mãe.' her mother is alive, thank you very much, but it's not like they need to know that in english or portuguese. // @indiestarter

[mad-hunts]

are you out of your fucking mind?

as barton rose his lighter up to the end of his cigarette, one hand cupped around the edge of the butt until it was lit, he looked out on the horizon for a moment. it didn't even occur to him at the time that mary might not approve of his methods of quote unquote 'getting someone to talk' until he'd heard her speak. barton was almost always surrounded by his kids, after all, whom were quite familiar with how irrational he could be. or maybe she was just trying to provoke him for the sake of provoking him? barton honestly had no idea, but he waited for the sound of hooves gallooping against the ground to finally glance at her.

barton blew out some smoke through his nostrils as the horse he'd gotten passed by them and drew the man they were trying to get information out of behind them. a half-suppressed snort came from him at the sight, before he was tilting his head at the other and speaking over the man's screaming, ❝ mm, what, is this disturbing you? you can always look away if you want. though why your conscience might've decided to make an appearance now, of all times, is honestly a complete mystery to me. ❞ barton was not at all taking this as seriously as he should've, it seemed, as he suddenly took his cigarette out of his mouth.

he closed his hands around his lips then as if he wanted to project his voice, shouting at the man, ❝ hey — mister volkman, are you ready to tell us what you meant by 'we aren't going to be free for much longer?' or are you going to continue being stupidly stubborn? ❞ barton paid extra attention to mister volkman, as the man was called, as the horse dragging him behind them passed by once more and heard him say ❝ y-yes, oh my god, just get me off of this damn horse! ❞ the dollmaker turned to mary with a snide smile as if to say 'works every time' and stood up, calling out a loud 'whoa!' to the horse in order to get them to stop. it seemed to work, as the mare slowly but surely halted in front of barton.

and as if he wasn't quite satisfied with how much he'd rubbed it in mary's face that he got him to give up on not talking, barton squinted at her through his mask to convey his pride towards this even further. barton stood up and approached the horse before reaching into the bag he had to offer the mare an apple to eat, looking at mary all the while, ❝ you still feel strongly about asking me if 'i'm out of my fucking mind?' this is an efficient way to get something out of someone, and you have to admit, it's also a bit funny. ❞