#ii. open starters

[theromanbaths]

Caracalla's Nightmare. Gladiator II Open RP.

Open to: All males, would love an Emperor Geta as well

Plot: Caracalla, the smaller twin Emperor of Rome, is hidden under a table and trembling after a fight with his brother Geta. An angry mob has formed outside to kill the Emperors and Caracalla is also suffering from a disease that is affecting his brain, unknown to the palace physicians, that keeps worsening and he has grown increasingly anxious and paranoid. You heard him call for help.

Caracalla did not know who to trust anymore... his twin brother had thrown a cup of wine at his little pet monkey, Dondus, and there was an angry mob shouting outside the palace.

He felt alone. Entirely alone. He felt disorientated and his sick brain would, at times, not allow him to recognise his own chambers anymore. He resorted to hiding under one of the many marble tables that decorated the palace.

An Emperor of Rome did not cry.... but he was just so afraid. Why would no one help him?

He called out in a small voice, thinking no one would even hear him here. The mob outside was shouting loudly and Emperor Geta and their advisor Macrinus were in one of the many other large rooms of the palace. They would not help him. His brother hated him and he hated his monkey,

"Help me... p-please."

[tcmbcy]

open to: anyone.

connections: significant other, friend, co-worker, ex-teammate from his days on the penguins, go wild

“I  don't  need  a  break,  I'm  okay,”  Marcus  huffs,  holding  on  to  the  edge  of  the  rink  he'd  been  skating  on.  It'd  been  a  good  couple  of  years  since  he'd  actually  skated,  since  his  injury  took  him  out  of  the  game  entirely  and  he  hadn't  been  on  the  ice  since.  Sure,  he  had  a  dream  job  now  of  coaching,  but  that  did  little  to  satiate  his  desire  to  actually  skate  again  that  spent  every  day  eating  at  him  little  by  little.  Bringing  his  eyes  to  lock  with  theirs,  he  shook  his  head.  “Don't  tell  me  I  need  to  get  off  the  ice,  it's  not  happening.”

[salvatoraes]

open to : mutuals. set in season five, qetsyiah has fried his brain to link him to silas, leaving him with amnesia. your muse is trying to help him remember who he is & who your muse is.

" sorry, i really don't remember. " he shakes his head, looking over at the other with an added shrug. he sighs, hating that he not only couldn't remember who he was but what he was ... a vampire, he's told. there's a frown pulling to his features, he's also upset he can't remember who they were but it's evident they're important in his life. " is there anything else you can tell me ? about me or you. or us ? were we friends ? "

[starcunin]

open starter | act ii

Astarion prowled through the camp, his steps light but impatient, disturbing the dry, brittle leaves scattered underfoot. The shadowcurse had drained the land of life, leaving the air thick with a suffocating gloom. Not a creature stirred in the darkness beyond the fire’s dim glow, no eyes gleaming from the underbrush, no rustling in the trees. His hunger had grown into a gnawing ache, a constant, maddening presence that he couldn’t ignore. Stopping at the camp’s edge, he cast a wry glance into the desolate woods.

❛ It seems even the wildlife has the good sense to be dead, ❜ he remarked with a mock sigh, ❛ Honestly, if I don’t find something edible soon, I might just have to start considering the... local cuisine. ❜

He turned back to the camp, a sly smile playing on his lips as he met his companion’s eyes, ❛ Kidding, of course, ❜ he added, his tone light and teasing, though there was a glint in his crimson eyes that hinted at something darker. ❛ I’m far too refined to start nibbling on my dear friends—at least, not without an invitation. ❜ His chuckle was soft, almost playful, but there was a tension beneath it, a whisper of temptation he was determined to keep buried. The joke hung in the air, a veiled plea for something—anything—to distract him from the hunger gnawing at his will.

[bearlydruid]

There's a surprisingly soft sound, for the size of him, that leaves his lips before he pressed his snout directly into the body before him. He'd felt uncomfortable, but pushed it aside, the bear aware that for many the horrors of the Cursed Lands would be a consuming sort of thing.

While Halsin was struggling to set aside the tension he felt, he wasn't empathetic - and as he'd let himself melt away into the safety and security he found in his wildshape, he'd felt it best to try and offer something as well. His snout twitched, sensitive nose seeking any sort of injury - just to confirm that his more adept hands weren't needed.

Satisfied, he let out a little chuffing sound, seeking to try and communicate that he was there - and offering the unique warmth of the bear's embrace if it was needed.

[percentstardust]

Rhaenyra sits with Aegon II in her lap, bouncing the boy in an effort to amuse him. The toy dragon he likes carrying around is in his small hand. She actually gifted him that. The princess smiles down at him as she does so.

"Don't tell anyone, but, I might take you to see Syrax, baby brother." She whispers to him since she assumes they are alone.

[murdercapitxl]

Small Open Starter

"Dangerous to be out this late. Haven't you heard the stories?"

[runelocked]

OPEN STARTER! ——— MUTUALS ONLY.

There’s a pounding in his head as he nurses his coffee that morning — not tea, coffee, nose wrinkling in sheer betrayal at the taste — quite frankly, it’s far too early to be here. The restaurant doesn’t open for another hour, but he’d dragged himself here two hours ago just to get out of his study for a while. Not that sitting here is any better: William’s eyes haven’t left the stack of papers sitting in front of him, scanning each one like he hates it personally; so engrossed in his work that he sees their approach and automatically assumes they’re a waiter— “ Another coffee, please, ” he mumbles, gaze still fixed on his files, “ black. ”

[kingpinpenguin]

╱╱ open.

"How dare they?! These fools think they can cross me? Oh, they will PAY for their insolence, DEARLY!" Oswald paces back and forth with a half-empty glass of wine in his hand, raging to himself; then the door suddenly opens and his icy gaze falls upon the intruder.

[tcmbcy]

open to: anyone. connections: roommate, teammate, significant other, best friend, whatever you fancy, go crazy.

“just  let  me  sleep  for  five  more  minutes,”  andrew  groans  in  the  pillow.  he  was  doing  his  best  to  ignore  the  sun  that  was  also  now  stirring  him  from  sleep.  he  wasn't  a  morning  person  –  never  had  been,  never  will  be.  it  was  off  season  for  him  now  so  he  didn't  have  to  really  be  anywhere  besides  the  gym,  but  andrew  didn't  have  to  be  there  for  a  few  more  hours.  “i  wouldn't  be  stirring  you  from  your  beauty  sleep.”

[hellfrczencver]

"♪ I can go without water or food Won't affect my attitude I'm totally set as long as I get my Five servings of you per day Five servings of you per day

I can go without sunshine or sleep Long enough to make a grown man weep I won't break a sweat as long as I get my Five servings of you per day Five servings of you ♫"

[cantillat-moved]

Slender gloved fingertip brushed against the handle of the teacup, the long onyx hair cascading on his back as he kept sitting down. Despite being a teacher, sometimes social obligations were very draining; especially on days that he had planned to spend hours grinding on his favourite MMO. Still, Lord El-Melloi II put some effort in going to that teahouse. The burgundy shirt contrasted against his black suit, the sombre outfit making the deep crevices on his features look much older than he truly was – or perhaps it was the stress. ❝ How can I be of assistance ?❞  

[fledermoved-too]

OPEN. UNLIMITED REPLIES.

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“Hello?”

His voice came out in a rasp, gaze searching to sweep the unfamiliar landscape. An ache overcame him, though only in his front half. Not surprising to him — though not ideal, either. How far had he fallen? How far was he from the park? Would Crush find him again and finish the job?

“Pecan? ...Nil?” Lark called out again, dragging himself forward in what strength he could muster. “Anyone there?”

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[fledermoved]

Open. Unlimited replies.

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A mighty, booming roar of threat burst from the reptile’s mouth as he thrashed. His legs clearly caught in a tangle of cutting wire, he screeched and wailed, wings and nostrils flared. He had no intention of letting this newcomer anywhere near him, despite the fact that he was clearly trapped and injured, blood slicking his scales.

To make his point even clearer, he charged himself and blew a blazing fireball in their direction, just barely missing.

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[ly-kos]

almost completely cleared up my replies here and did at least 1-2 on all my other blogs. pretty successful day. dm me for plotting I'll be in bed

[ceruleanbender]

"I'm pretty popular with the ladies," Bumi boasted; he was very satisfied with himself right now.