#indie open roleplay

[beldcm]

OPEN STARTER FOR : f/nb, late 30s/early 40s, jack's wife

WHO : jack kane (more info here)

WHERE : their home on the family ranch

SYNOPSIS : both muses have known each other since they were kids and are the definition of soulmates. jack works as the ranch foreman/cowboy on your muse's father's ranch. he's the stereotypical blue collared, hard working guy. your muse is quite the opposite, living a life of luxury, always wanting the best and never settling (their job is completely up to you!) the one thing they share in common? they both have a temper and aren't afraid of confrontation. your muse has been told they're difficult their entire life, always ready to fight before thinking. the only person ever who can actually deal with your muse is jack and despite the stubbornness, he gives your muse what they want. they're both extremely loyal to one another and will do anything for family. after a long day at work, jack goes back to the home they share on the ranch's land, ready for a quiet evening. however he finds his kitchen cluttered with empty bottles and drunk people. this is heavily inspired by beth dutton and rip wheeler in yellowstone because i crave their characters and dynamic!

"What the fuck is this?" Jack questioned, unamused by his wife's yet again care-free antics. The cowboy had been out in the stables since 6am, only returning just after 8pm. It didn't take a genius to see that it had been a long day, one that Jack was eager to put behind himself. All he wanted to do was shower, enjoy a quiet glass or two of whiskey before retiring to bed. But, it seemed like his wife had other ideas. The music played from a portable speaker in the kitchen, people laughed and danced as he stormed passed them all. Darting straight for his lover. Jack was a big guy, he was scary to most and quite frankly it was smart to be wary of him. He wasn't one to be messed with. The only person on the planet who ever got away with anything, was his partner. "Who the fuck are these people?" Jack questioned, trying his best to keep stern, but knowing his partner would immediately break through the tough exterior.

[lovcrsrock]

open to : m / f / nb (21+) connection : bf/gf, childhood sweetheart, anything that fits. muse : silas monterrosa. 26 y/o. (ex) rich kid with a dad in jail for tax fraud, trying to keep up appearances. plot : based on the riot club. during a hazing of his elitist student club, one of the other members steals silas' phone and texts y/m, silas' less-wealthy love interest, to come join them. once y/m arrives, the other members humiliate and degrade them, offering them obscene amounts of cash in exchange for sexual favours. silas is peer pressured into letting it happen. afterwards, he tries to apologise. please read my rules before replying!

" can we please talk ? " the guilt has been eating him alive since that night, and now, as silas tries to mend whatever is left of the tatters of their relationship, it laces every word he forces over his lips. " i didn't mean to-- i wasn't the one who texted you, i promise. i never-- you don't know what they're like, alright ? you just don't say no to them. "

[twistedthings]

open to: m/f/anyone plot: based on this - with y/m being the worrisome one & Brody the fighter. hmu if you'd like to plot more details!

His father had become more belligerent, denying Brody's help and condemning him more often and cruelly for the death of his mother. The man was getting older, brain fuddled by alcoholism and time, deteriorating into a mean old fucking man but Brody still took care of him. He didn't have anyone else. That left Brody with nowhere to put that but in the fights he took on several times a week. He was good at it, being raw and aggressive, he could make a living off of it while he was young. Living fast and dangerous, it always appealed to him and if anyone had little consideration for his own well-being outside of his father it was Brody himself.

"Alright, cool, just walk away while we're in the middle of a fucking conversation," Brody said in a bitterly sarcastic tone, making a face and rolling his shoulders as if he didn't actually care that the other had done just that while they were once again arguing about his fighting. He knew it was just because they cared about him but this was the only way he knew how to deal with his shit and he made a fucking killing by doing it too, if anything, Brody wouldn't give it up because of the money if only because he saw how broke and destitute his father was towards the end of his time after a lifetime of working hard.

He turned to follow the other's form as they moved away from him, his blue eyes a little tired but nothing compared to the fading bruises on his face and torso that spoke to his recklessness. He didn't have to get beaten up so badly, he had been better than that other fighter but Brody thrived on the damage, on the brutality of it all sometimes and last nights fight had been a good example of that.

[dearvillian]

open to: males | @indiestarter muse: izzy lopez. cartel leaders daughter. plot: this post!

Wrapping up in her robe, she steps bare feet throughout the home, holding her phone in her hand. A text message from an unknown unlisted number, but she knew exactly who it was. Her father, gone on business, had left Ismelda on her own with a few body guards who seemed clueless as she walked out the back door. "I told you not to come here..." Izzy said with a slight stern tone, though how she could she be stern with him.

[bloodstainedbible]

okay but, muse a returns to their hometown only to find that a curse has befallen the community. with muse b by their side, they investigate the curse’s origins, which are linked to muse a’s family history, forcing them to confront the truth.

[heartliar]

so i'm back on this blog now! so i wanted to know if anyone would want me to reply to some opens? :D just like this if you want to!

[misc-fantasy-rp]

Open RP Thread: OC Lillia (21+ only please!!):

The ex-solider entered the club, music thumping loudly in her ears as she crossed the crowded room. The woman stood at 5’10, a bit of height added by the black boots that she wore. A skin-tight suit hugged her pretty curves, turning a few heads as she moved towards the bar, ready for a drink (or maybe two…or three). Lillia scanned the patrons of the bar with an air of nonchalance. She was well acquainted with the various kinds of people (and various space beings) who frequented this establishment, and Lillia was ready for a good time.

Stopping at the counter, she let out a sigh as she told the bartender her order. As Lillia waited, she let her gaze wander for a bit, seeing if anyone might catch her interest.

[whskyneat]

open to anyone ! muse: dean kobayashi . mid twenties . drummer for band ' road work ahead ' . bisexual . @indiestarter

"TOO bad your ex don't do it for ya," Dean slurs, bumping his shoulder against the others'. "Walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya, huh?"

[moonlitfloorz]

"Do you want to sneak out and have something really good? Like....a milkshake?"

[bookished]

( a collection of starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <𝟑 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

“Every time I see you, it feels like the first time all over again.” “We shouldn’t be here together, you know that.” “I can’t live without you, no matter how hard I try.”

“Why do you keep doing this to me? To us?” “Because I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t act like I don’t care.” “I can’t stop loving you. It’s tearing me apart.”

“This is goodbye, isn’t it?” “It has to be. We’re only hurting each other.” “Even now, I can’t stop loving you.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.” “You should have stayed away.” “I tried. God knows I tried.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong.” “Then why does it feel so right?” “Because I can’t stop loving you, no matter the consequences.”

“I found this letter in your drawer. Why didn’t you send it?” “I couldn’t bear the thought of you knowing.” “Knowing what? That you can’t stop loving me?”

“There’s something I need to tell you.” “Please, don’t. It’ll only make things harder.” “I have to. I can’t stop loving you, and you deserve to know.”

“I hate you for what you’ve done.” “I know, and I’m so sorry.” “Why did you have to make me fall for you?”

“You’re crying. Why?” “Because I know this has to end.” “Even if it does, I won’t stop loving you.”

[bankslov]

" come on, how long were we really going to stay out of trouble? '' she asks with a laugh as she looks at the other. @indiestarter (open to anyone.)

[thedoctornumber11]

Christmas/Holidays/Winter Starter Call!

It's that time of year again! Like/comment/reblog for a starter, likely focused around Christmas or the winter season. If you want it focused around a different winter holiday other than Christmas OR just want it to be more generally winter focused instead of focused around a holiday, let me know! Multi-muse blogs, please make sure I know what muse the starter is for! Side blogs, please make sure I know which blog the starter is for! I'll likely either post these starters or send them through ask box around December 15th or later! Thank you!

[lovcrsrock]

open to : f / nb (21+) muse : june greer. 26 y/o. ex-stripper, aspiring actress who's not really getting anywhere. plot : june is dating y/m's best friend, but the two have been having an affair behind their back. (alternatively, june has recently broken up with said best friend, but things are still tender.) the tension is startin to wear on them both, and june has had enough of y/m blaming her for the whole thing. please read my rules before replying!

" you have this image of yourself that you're this sweet, innocent person. if you were such a sweet person, you wouldn't have fucked your best friend's girlfriend. "

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone (female if romantic) 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: classic we got trapped in a haunted mansion & the ghost has already “gotten” two members of the group, what do we do now, halloween plot thnx. can be the person she’s talking to or someone else in the group! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: friend, fwb, ex/old lover, gf, another paranormal investigator, a believer or psychic, a skeptic or nonbeliever, idk whatever works.

“You can’t be serious right now, of course it exists,” Tray said with certainty, if the fact that two of their group had been killed wasn’t enough then surely the fact that they couldn’t fucking leave or open any access to the outside world should have been enough. Maybe it was just fear that drove the speculation none of what was happening was actually happening but Tray wasn’t the type to just sit by and not call someone out for their blatant ignorance in an emergency situation. And this had certainly become just that. The slick blood that she had slipped and fallen to her ass in had belonged to the dude who’d driven them all up here, he’d been looking for a way out like the rest of them.

Tray shook her head and crossed her arms, immediately regretting the decision as her hands rubbed against the blood soaked sleeves of her jacket. She frowned and glanced down at her hands before huffing a breath of annoyance and wiping them on the only clean part of her jeans. “I just literally fell over Gary’s dead body and we still haven’t fucking found Sam! How do you explain this shit then? Hmm? It’s all some sort of prank? Fuck that.” It was more than clear she was fired up and completely believed the legend of the haunted mansion they were staying the weekend in.

[dearvillian]

open to: anyone! muse: roxanna ' roxy ' butcher : supe hunter.

"Are you always that gross or is this just you on a good day?"

[brklynbxby]

Plot: “damn you used to be dorky and lame as fuck in high school but now you’re fucking hot and i kinda wanna rip your clothes off but oops i used to make your life a living hell??? pls tell me you accept blowjobs as a form of an apology????”

Leo had always hated high school. The endless teasing, the mocking laughs, the way his name was always followed by snickers behind his back. He used to be the dorky, awkward kid, the one with the thick glasses and the trousers four inches too short. But now, he was a far cry from that person. His muscles had filled out, his jawline sharper, his confidence undeniable. Relationships? Casual, constant, and fleeting, like his whole life seemed to be now. But as much as he thrived now, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of his past creeping in when he stepped into the club that night. He and his old friends had stayed close over the years, still meeting up at the club in their old town. They were still the same guys, the same dorky, nerdy crew that had stuck together through thick and thin. 

Leo had his arms around a few girls already, but then he caught a familiar face in the crowd. The one who had made him the target of so many jokes, the one who had played a role in shaping the guy he was today. His eyes narrowed for a moment as he watched her, the years of resentment bubbling up. He moved through the crowd toward her, making his presence known. “Well, well,” Leo said, leaning in slightly, his voice low enough for only her to hear over the music. "Look who it is."