#interaction: Starter

[freeusemuses]

Open starter: Stolen in the onsen

"Oh no, Hinata~ Looks like someone's caught us cheating on our husbands~" Sakura Uchiha spoke in a manner that clearly said, that she was completely unbothered at having been caught cheating with another married woman. Even giving one of Hinata's huge tits a squeeze.

"Whatever are we going to do?~" Hinata asked. Also sounding utterly unphased about the stranger that had caught the two unfaithful women. Even adding a squeeze to Sakura's ass for both emphasis at how little she cared. As well as an invite of sorts?

(Have fun with them)

[jbkrasinski]

Does anyone else lie awake thinking about answers they've given to questions on national television that just... didn't... go over right? Or is it just me in a permanent state of self-doubt? Case in point: Colbert's Questionert, three years ago, got asked what the best sandwich was. I said meatball sub. But the looks I got from Stephen himself and the crowd... I feel like it was an amateur answer, even if I mostly stand by it. I mean, I feel like a meatball sub is pretty universally hard to fuck up ��� no? But then Gosling goes on and says ice cream. Ice cream sandwich. That genius. I don't know who's writing for him, but I need them on my team. I guess this leads to two questions: 1) do you rethink your answers to the point of insanity like me? and 2) what is the best sandwich, and why? @hfrpstarters

[quinnverse]

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time - @honorhearted

When he returned to the room, Sarah let out a breath of relief. For a moment, she worried he had found the opportunity to escape, using the bathroom excuse as the perfect moment to slip away. Having Miss Wynter chaperone the meeting wasn’t ideal, but Sarah preferred Anne’s presence over her mother’s watchful eyes. Her family's governess was clearly more invested in his actions than she was in Sarah's, so when she didn't return with him, the Pleinsworth girl's mind tried to think of what could've possibly happened in the hallway.

“Mister Tallmadge, is everything alright?” She furrowed her brow, rising to meet him, noting the subtle look of exhaustion on his features. Before she could think to say anything more, his lips were on hers and, for the first time, Sarah felt speechless. When he pulled away, Sarah’s fingers rose to her lips, feeling the sudden absence of his touch. Did he just kiss her? Had that been his plan? To wait for their chaperone to leave and take advantage of her? A strange rumbling appeared in her stomach and it takes her a moment to find the strength to speak.

“I—” Her cheeks flushed furiously, unable to meet his gaze as her lips tingled from his kiss, her mind dizzy off of the sudden exchange. “What… what was that for?”

[herb-the-hatchetfield-hog-man]

*Coupons with a deal for a beloved pork restaurant have been put in almost every Hatchetfield mailbox. A deal formulated due to an excess of "pork" in Herb's cold room*

[lunaetis]

one-liner call ! most likely would be slight pre-est. pls specify who you want ( if you dont i'm defaulting to either eden or yinyue. ) you’re more than welcomed ( and encouraged ) to go wild with your response / lengthen it to your heart’s content ! multi pls let me know who it’s for !

[front-facing-pokemon]

[basically-a-god]

Open RP Starter

TW- panic attack

*You walked into the Hermes cabin, looking around and seeing it was empty. You could hear some weird sounds from the bathroom though, so you decided to go and see what it was since the door was cracked open. The first thing you saw was Robin hunched over the sink, hiding her head in her hands. Her breathing sounded more like gasps, and her eyes were squeezed shut.*

[justmemethings]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Random general RP prompts, without cursing, requested by anon. Feel free to edit pronouns / etc. to make them more fitting !

“Oh my god, what is that !?”

“You should have seen them. I could hardly breathe with their ego taking up all the space in the room.”

“Hey, hey, stop. I literally have no idea of what you're talking about. How about you start from the beginning? Or at least put a subject in your sentences.”

“C'mon, who never had a ‘spaghetti coming out of the nose’ moment?”

“You insufferable...piece of...rotten lemon pie!”

“Do as I say and not as I do. For real, though. You don't want to do what I do. I don't want to do what I do.”

“I thought I’d never set foot in a place like this, but here we are. Congratulations on making my life a little more miserable.”

“Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. I might as well be talking to myself. I surely listen more to myself than you do.”

“Keep up the cocky act, it’ll only make you lose faster.”

“From where I’m standing, you’re the one who should be worrying.”

“Give me some credit. I know that I’m not a good person, but I like thinking that I can be a decent friend.”

“The only thing I trust humans with is dying when you shoot them.”

“How can you be vulnerable with someone who has shut you out over and over?”

“Yeah, not buying it. What is it that you truly want?”

“You know, now I have to challenge you at a drinking game.”

“Absolutely not. Don’t even think about it.”

“...Maybe I just need a real break.”

“I’d say that it’s nice to meet you, but maybe the circumstances could have been more…ideal.”

“You can’t be serious! Don’t you see what’s at stake here?!”

“Oh Lord, you gotta be kidding me. This will take forever.”

“Have you tried telling them that? It’s easy to forget that not everyone grieves in the same way.”

“Look at you, showing some actual good taste. I’m almost impressed.”

“Let’s skip over you judging me and talk business. Will you or won’t you?”

“Don’t get funny ideas. I’m just choosing the lesser evil.”

“Oh yeah? So, what? Are you saying that my problems will miraculously fix themselves, if I talk about them?”

“Let’s bet on it. The winner gets to make the loser do one thing. Whatever they want, no limits.”

“You must be really bored if this is how you chose to spend your night.”

“Patience, [name]. I thought you liked surprises.”

“I really wouldn't do that, if I were you.”

“Anything you’d like to say to plead your case?”

[kim-deadja]

ORV ROLEPLAY @sunfish-regressor &. @kim-deadja

idol yoo joonghyuk x anti-fan kim dokja. non-apocalypse roleplay

The summer sun streamed through the cracks of the blinds in Kim Dokja’s small apartment, casting jagged patterns on his cluttered desk. His laptop screen glowed faintly, illuminating a webpage he was more than familiar with: his own blog.

Dokja leaned back in his creaky chair, scrolling through the titles of his old posts.

Yoo Joonghyuk: The Overrated Idol of the DecadeFive Reasons Why Yoo Joonghyuk’s Songs Are All the SameWhy Yoo Joonghyuk’s Acting Career Should Stay in the Vault

Each post dripped with the biting cynicism he’d become known for in his tiny corner of the internet. His followers—if they could be called that—were a niche group of like-minded anti-fans who seemed to revel in his snarky commentary. But as he scrolled further down, he stopped at the latest entry, its tone strikingly out of place amidst the usual venom.

In Defense of Yoo Joonghyuk Regarding the Latest Controversy

The post wasn’t long, but it had taken him hours to write. Dokja’s fingers hovered over the keyboard now as he read the words he had typed days ago:

Whether Yoo Joonghyuk is dating or not is none of our business. The man has the right to a personal life. He spends his days under constant scrutiny, performing and working tirelessly to meet fan expectations. Are we seriously going to crucify him for being spotted at a park with someone? Even if he’s dating, so what? He’s human. Not a product. Fans need to remember the difference.

Unlike his other posts, this one had gone viral. Over a million likes and shares, his tiny blog had exploded overnight. He’d received countless comments—some from diehard fans thanking him, others accusing him of hypocrisy. Dokja didn’t care much for either camp, but the attention was... overwhelming.

What truly caught him off guard, though, was the email he’d received shortly after.

The email was polite, and warm, even.

Subject: Yoo Joonghyuk - Request for Collaboration From: Ha Junghee (Yoo Joonghyuk’s Management Team)

Dear Kim Dokja, We sincerely thank you for your thoughtful and supportive commentary regarding the recent incident involving Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk. Your perspective has been a breath of fresh air amidst the controversy. In light of your post’s popularity, we would like to propose a collaboration to address public perception and improve Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk’s image. This collaboration would involve a brief public appearance and interview alongside Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk himself. As a token of our appreciation, we are prepared to offer compensation for your time and effort.

The offer had come with a figure that made Dokja’s eyes widen. A sum like that could cover months of rent, maybe even help him upgrade his perpetually laggy laptop.

Initially, he’d accepted for the money. Why wouldn’t he? He didn’t owe Yoo Joonghyuk anything. But as the hours passed, and Dokja reread the email, guilt began to gnaw at the edges of his thoughts. Yoo Joonghyuk, overrated as he was, didn’t deserve the backlash he was getting.

So, with an irritated sigh, Dokja had responded: I’ll do it. For free.

The response had come quickly, thanking him for his cooperation and confirming a date for the planned appearance.

Now, a week later, the whirlwind of media events was over, and Dokja found himself seated in the corner booth of an upscale private restaurant.

The restaurant was tucked away in the heart of the city, its entrance discreet and its interior bathed in warm golden light. Polished wood tables were set with pristine white tablecloths, each adorned with small, flickering candles. The hum of soft jazz played in the background, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and intimidating.

Dokja shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes darting to the minimalist clock on the wall. He’d arrived ten minutes early, an unfortunate habit he couldn’t shake. The waitstaff had seated him in a secluded area, far from prying eyes, and now he sat alone, fidgeting with the edge of his water glass.

His thoughts wandered. What was he even supposed to say to Yoo Joonghyuk? The man’s management had insisted on this meeting as a gesture of appreciation, but Dokja couldn’t imagine the idol being particularly grateful. If anything, Joonghyuk probably saw him as an annoyance.

The door to the private dining room opened slightly, and Dokja’s breath hitched. He straightened instinctively, waiting to see if the man himself had finally arrived.

ooc: any other yjh rpers feel free to reblog, I'll still rp w u

[the-blackbird-roleplays]

An Uninvited Guest

(Open RP, Female muses prefered)

"Hey you... Finally awake..." Nolan smirked at the strange intruder to his safe house from his seat on a bag of quick-mix cement. The unknown woman currently bound to a chair in the middle of a warehouse in New York City, her feet resting inside of an empty mold for a concrete brick.

"Sneaking into my safehouse right as I'm taking a shower... Rather rude of you. You're lucky Morgana caught you before my security system did... Isn't that right?" He smirked, scratching the chin of his feline friend, resulting in a soft purr before the kitty bounded off his shoulder.

"Right... You have one minute." The Canadian hacker and vigilante stood, crossing his arms as he glared at the bound woman. "Why are you here, what do you want. If I don't like what I'm hearing, maybe the army of corpses at the bottom of the East River will be more apt to listen... Especially since you'll have matching shoes by the time I'm done..."

[freeusemuses]

Open starter: What A Booty-ful Morning

[Pre-established relationship]

"H-hey!~" Blake squealed in surprise, at feeling someone squeezing her very ample rear. The cat Faunus had a serious weakness for having her rear squeezed. And other than Yang, only one other person knew that.

"B-babe!~ Why!?~" Blake protested, yet did nothing to stop anything from happening. There wasn't anyone in Team RWBYs dorm, which meant that things could go much further.

[spidrboots]

hey, y'all !! so even though my drafts tend to be p high ( oopsie ) sometimes i just have ideas for smaller threads or little starters, or maybe angel wants to bug a particular muse —

that is to say, can you give this a like if it's alright for me to randomly tag you in starters / hop into ur inbox ? this doesn't mean you have to answer ofc ! this just gives my anxiety the okay to pester you here & there.

[mireya-the-awkward-extrovert]

Open Starter☆

You come across Mireya, sitting by the lake and staring off into the distance. As you approach, you hear the quiet sound of soft sobbing. Her face is turned away from you, her shoulders shaking slightly.

What do you do?

Npt☆♡

@one-of-apollos

@archery-and-musicals

@iwillsarcasmthemonstersaway

@arisdaughter

@random-daughter-of-hades

@best-siblings-ever

@gwengracecameron

(sorry if you didn't want to be pinged)

[delora-hatchetfield-crane]

๋࣭ ⭑Java Cafe ‧₊˚ ⋅

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

*Delora is wiping the counter with a towel, sighing heavily. Clearly exhausted, she looks up towards the door, seeing someone enter* "Oh-.. uh.. Hello, welcome to Java Cafe!.. Uhm- Can I take your order?"

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

[hxrricvnes]

[ open starter. ]

CASSIAN WAS ALWAYS A VERY ANIMATED PERSON. even more so when he was stressed. " i'm just saying–- i've seen a lot of things, and that was messed up. " he's hands waving a bit as he spoke. " why attack a wedding? " he knew WHY, it was smart even, but he didn't like it. " okay, okay –- i know why. " shaking his head. " our guards were down. it's the smart play. truly. but it's so sad. " he continued his rambling by adding " we need to start being more proactive! we can't just let them – " he paused, looking sheepish. " sorry, you know me. " cass could go on and on if someone didn't stop him.

[g-zma]

Hello there, Sir! I do apologise for any inconvenience, but which way is it to the Ruins of Conflict? I was informed that Iki Town is a good place to start?

[The individual was holding a Spinda in their arms, which was half-awake]

(You don’t have to answer if you don’t want!!)

[ Guzma stares at the stranger, shopping bags in one hand, and spam musubi in the other. He finishes his bite, take a minute longer to stare, before slowly beginning to speak. ]

[ ".. Yeah. Town's right up this way, ruins are past Mahalo Trail." He pauses, taking another bite and narrowing his eyes slightly. "I can show you, if y'want." ]