#indie open roleplay

[vvisteriagrows]

open to: f / m / nb featuring: iris porter, twenty - six, acting mfa student relationship: friend, partner, classmate, ex, co-star, go wild, make it messy <3 (no t*boo please !)

" okay, yeah, it's weird. take it up with the playwright when we're done. but can you please just start from the top ? with feeling ? "

[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.

[traumamor]

open to: anyone! muse: heather bell. 28. sous chef.

The sound of banging pulls Heather from her sleep as if lightning had struck. Eyes open fast and her brain makes a shock, sending her tumbling out of bed. It takes her a moment to remember just where she was, and what was happening. Again, another fucking night of that music and loud movies in the apartment above her. A loud curse comes from Heather's lips, grabbing her robe and slipping on her crocs deciding to storm upstairs to the other apartment in the rundown little apartment building.

Banging on the door, she yelled. "OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR NOW!" she proceeded to kick the door with her croc foot. "SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THAT MUSIC AND SHIT! I HAVE WORK TO DO! UNLIKE YOU!"

[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.

[prxttythngs]

open to : m / f / nb (21+) connection : old flame, childhood sweetheart, anything that fits. (no taboo connections please) muse : kiran shankar. 29 y/o. librarian. forever unhappy with his life, dreaming of an escape but too scared to ever actually do anything about it. plot : it's the night before kiran's wedding to a possessive, wealthy spouse he doesn't love, having been pressured into it by his family/his fiancé(e). y/m is an old flame/a hot stranger/anything else you can think of. please read my rules before replying!

" i'm really not supposed to be talking to you. " kiran's words are a soft, hushed utterance, brown eyes darting around the bar in search of any familiar faces. there's nobody there, but it doesn't stop his heart racing with the thrill of doing something illicit. " i'm-- uhm, i should tell you-- i'm getting married tomorrow. " this fact doesn't stop his gaze raking over the other's frame, drinking them in with wide, hungry eyes.

[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?"

[fruitzcake]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sparkles , Sass , & Secret Wishes ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⎯ welcome to fruitzcake indie rp blog !!

oi there , luv ! i’m ethel [ she/them ] , the curator of this collection of souls , each woven with threads of light and shadow . in this corner of the web , stories unfold like whispered secrets , each muse a vessel for tales that crave to be told .

here , you’ll find a sanctuary for the broken , the dreamers , the wanderers . this is a place where passion meets melancholy , where desire dances with despair , and where every word is a step deeper into the unknown .

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what to expect ;

a symphony of narratives : this blog is a living, breathing entity, constantly evolving with the stories we create. my muses are diverse, each carrying their own burdens and blessings, ready to intertwine with yours in a dance of words.

the art of storytelling : i craft my narratives with care, favouring depth and detail over haste. expect multi-para or novella-style threads that explore the raw edges of human experience.

collaborative creation : i believe in the alchemy of collaboration, where two minds come together to forge something unique. let’s plot, let’s dream, let’s build worlds together.

rules & guidelines ;

the written word : i seek partners who revel in the art of writing, who find joy in the rhythm of well-crafted sentences and the flow of a story well-told.

maturity required : this space is one of nuance, where light and dark coexist. to fully explore these themes, i ask that all who wish to engage be 21+. our muses may tread in waters deep and murky, and i want to ensure we navigate them with care.

mutuals only : to maintain a space of trust and creativity, i interact only with mutuals. if our muses call to each other, feel free to reach out, and we’ll see where the current takes us.

open dialogue : communication is the lifeblood of any good story. let’s talk, let’s share, and let’s make sure we’re both on the same page as we dive into the unknown.

let’s weave stories together ;

if you find yourself drawn to the dance of shadows and light, if your muse seeks connection, or if you simply wish to explore the depths of human emotion, then you’ve come to the right place. reach out, and let’s see what stories our muses will weave together.

cheers, 𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮 !!

[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.”

[scinglives]

open starter: bucky barnes 

“Just don’t, okay?” Bucky asked with a sigh as he turned off the TV, the news about John Walker becoming Captain America had been on all day. It made his blood boil having to watch his smug smile and talking about things he knew nothing about. He didn’t know Steve and everything he had done to become Captain America. 

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing. He doesn’t get to have that shield! He goes against everything that shield means.”

[swimmingsirenindierp]

Open to all

Willow looked over the crowd of people. Why on earth she had decided to throw a party was beyond her, networking, she told herself. It's so very important to network. She would much rather be lying in bed with a face mask and a home improvement show on in the background. Yet her she was, well might as well make the most of it.

"You know, is it just me, or does the idea of a chocolate fountain always sound better in theory rather than in practice." She asked the person beside her as she absently sipped her red wine. "When I see people indulging it always ends up making me a bit....uncomfortable."

[dreamsjpeg]

Battle Cancelled (Open to anyone)

Hex Manic, a fanatic in all thing magic and evil. She had come across you. You were a perfect subject for her newly caught Pokemon. She sent out her Gengar and engaged battle but after a few rounds she infused a spell with him. The poor girl had casted it wrong and onto herself. She suddenly went to the ground on her knees as she looked up at you, her cheeks were red and her hardened nipples were obvious in her dress. She was toying with the edge

(Mind break rp go crazy with her)

[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.

[traumamor]

open to: anyone! muse: ebony evens. twenty4. warehouse worker.

She's how many drinks in? She can't remember. Placing down the empty drink glass at her table, far corner of the bar, she would let out a mighty huff and lay her head down on the table. Work has gotten the best of her recently. Between body aches, hard work and no sleep, the hard labor career really takes a hold on you and your mental health.

The bartender had cut her off hours ago, but she still sat there, trying to see if she could get the last of the beer from her mug. Ugh, she's tired.

Without raising her head, she hears someone approach her. "Look, I'm sorry but I don't got a ride home. Just let me stay here a little while longer." Just to sober up enough to catch the early bird bus.

[bloodstainedbible]

➬ open to: all. ➬ muse: samuel saltburn. ➬ plot: samuel saltburn, an enigmatic and charismatic student, is known for his magnetic charm and the air of mystery that surrounds him. he thrives on the thrill of his privileged existence but finds it unfulfilling, trapped in the monotony of academia and the expectations that come with it. that is until he meets your muse—a free-spirited and talented artist who sees the world through a vibrant lens, capturing beauty and chaos in every stroke of their brush.

intrigued by your muse's raw creativity and fearless approach to life, samuel becomes captivated, drawn into their world of art, rebellion, and unrestrained expression. they embark on a whirlwind summer of indulgence, filled with spontaneous adventures and late-night discussions that stretch until dawn. together, they explore hidden corners of the town, hosting secret art exhibitions and defying societal norms.

however, as their bond deepens, the reality of their lives begins to creep in. samuel grapples with his responsibilities as the son of a wealthy family, burdened by expectations that clash with the freedom he craves. your muse, too, harbors their own struggles, wrestling with the insecurities that come with their art and the fear of losing themselves in samuel's intoxicating world.

the summer represents a temporary escape for both of them—a chance to live in the moment, free from judgment and expectations. but as the days wane and the school year approaches, they are forced to confront the inevitable: will they be able to maintain their connection in the face of societal pressures, or is their summer fling destined to become just a memory?

as samuel watches your muse's carefree spirit fade under the weight of reality, he realizes that sometimes the most beautiful moments are fleeting, and the exhilaration of living in the now can come at a steep price. the looming question remains: when summer ends, will they find a way to hold onto the magic they've created, or will it slip away like sand through their fingers?

❛ it was fun while it lasted, ❜

@indiestarter.

[prxttythngs]

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. "