#love actually rp starters

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM LOVE ACTUALLY *  assorted dialogue from the 2003 film, adjust as necessary

it’s the saddest part of my day, leaving you.

if you look for it, i’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.

i could just have him murdered.

thank you, i’ll think about it.

ruthless trained killers are just a phone call away.

to me, you are perfect.

can you give me any clues at all?

well the truth is… actually… i’m in love.

i really want to know.

there’s nothing i can do about it.

i thought it would be something worse.

tell her that you love her.

okay, that sounds fine. bit boring, but fine.

that sounds so bizarre.

that is genuinely bad timing.

american girls would seriously dig me with my cute british accent.

they've done it. it's official.

this is shit, isn't it?

i was hoping you'd win.

christmas is for people with someone they love in their lives.

so... what's this big news then?

it was always going to be a total shit time.

oh, don't be disgusting. get out of my house.

look at the sign on the door.

you’ll always regret it if you don’t.

well, this is a surprise.

has it been a good visit?

we got what we came for.

you never talk to me. you don’t like me.

you can just show yourself out, can’t you?

do you think everybody knows?

tell me, if you were in my position, what would you do?

would you wait around to find out?

oh god, i am so in the wrong.

you’ve also made a fool out of me.

ask me anything you like. i’ll tell you the truth.

god, i wish you hadn’t turned that down.

shit, i can’t believe i just said that.

basically, you’re fucked, aren’t you?

this is shit, isn’t it?

where the fuck is my fucking coat?

thank you very much, but no.

actually, i was being serious.

it would be great if we could be friends.

it’s a terrible, terrible mistake.

you’re not who i think you are, are you?

who do you have to screw around here to get a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit?

i will miss you. and your very slow typing. and your very bad driving.

i’ll give you anything you ask for, as long as it’s not something i don’t want to give.

i’m very busy and important. how can i help you?

oh, shut your face.

actually, i don’t have to go.

true love lasts a lifetime.

so what’s this big news, then?

life is full of interruptions and complications.

oh no. that is so inconvenient.

i very much like the look of you.

send an embarrassingly big car and i’ll be there!

i never asked you how your love life is going.

the thing about romance is… people only get together right at the very end.

look at the sign on the door!

loitering around the jewelry section, i see!

a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

i think you’re not surprised.

oh my god, i’ve got a terrible stomach ache.

how will you be celebrating?

all i want for christmas is you.

you would have broken my heart if you’d said yes.

the nurses are trying to kill me.

are you sure you don’t mind me going without you?

i love you even when you’re sick and look disgusting.

did i mention that i love you?

i look quite pretty.

no one’s ever going to shag you if you cry all the time.

hello. i heard you were gorgeous.

i’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed.

[heythereneighbor]

There was a buzz of activity in the Neighborhood. Neighbors went to and fro as they completed their tasks for the day. If two happened to cross paths, they only stopped to chat for a moment before hurrying on their separate ways.

Wally, the resident known for being very easy-going, was the exception to this. He had taken a basket of items outside to enjoy the nice weather, claiming a large patch of grass away from the hubbub. A large, checkered picnic blanket was spread out underneath him, and one might be forgiven for thinking that he was having lunch. However, instead of a selection of food, there were art supplies inside the basket. Most notable was a large box of crayons, but there were also other items, like pencils, coloured strips of paper, stickers, and a notebook.

He knelt in front of a large art pad that took centre stage on the blanket. Black eyes were focused on the large, empty sheet. A bright red crayon was in his hand as he mulled over what to do. Then, inspiration. The hand went this way and that way, allowing the crayon to glide across the surface. With every movement, the lines began to join together, creating form and shape that went beyond disjointed red markings. An oval for the head, a long neck, an egg shape for the body, four sturdy legs, and... Wings?

Oh! He was drawing a dragon!

[blcssom]

open starter ft. rosie burton ( thirty-two / florist / bisexual ) plot in source!

"so...." she's still hesitant, clearing her throat as she tries to work up the courage to breach a conversation she's been trying to have for a week. "not that i'm not grateful for how you stepped in— because i am. endlessly so. but i just.... you don't have to keep this act up, y'know?" not to mention it's making things with their father difficult.

[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.

[asheanon]

@danthekickingman Because Dan loves stars. And space things in general. And I happen to have a gal who is a BIG, big fan of those things too.~

Like an endless sea, so too was the sky above.

The horizon line seemed nigh undetectable between the two. An unfathomably large canvas of black and indigo, painted by a myriad of lights - soulful and stellar - rested overhead, its reflection cast upon distant waters below. The geography made its best attempts to reach it. Mountain peaks of neighboring isles rose as high as they could, only to fall drastically short. Despite their grand stature, they too were so, so very small by comparison.

The distance forever carried with it an untameable sense of wonder. As much knowledge as sentient lifeforms who were keen on the subject had so courageously, yet carefully accrued, nonetheless, they still had that much more to learn. The mystery remained forever alive… at least, for now.

Sometimes, it truly felt as though her heart rested out there. Somewhere far, far away... even from her.

“Quite the sight, isn't it?” A stranger approached her in the starlit shadows. She had not seen them, but the grass betrayed the secrecy of their footfalls. Had they been soundless, just the same, their presence could be felt.

Though content with her gaze placed upon the nocturnal, a moment was soon spared for them. Ah, it was an interesting one! Regardless of the dark, the conspicuous visual of their very prominent brows drew her in in an instant. Surely, she had not seen their likes before - there was simply no way she could forget eyebrows like those!

There was an amity that emanated from her. Though playful, her candor could not be denied. Verbally, she welcomed this presumably unknown guest with open arms.

“Would you like to have a closer look?”

[rennisaturate]

open to: anyone relationship: be creative ✨

“ hows about before you start t’ go on an’ waste your breath –an’ my time– i jus’ let you know before hand that i don’ give a shit?? ”

[limitlessscion]

I'm still sick wtf

[fairysvgar]

LIKE THIS POST if you'd like a starter from any of the following canon muses (testing):

alice cullen - a 23 104 year old vampire of the olympic coven. she has the gift of subjective precognition, and is very well liked at forks university. optimistic + caring. cis woman, she/her. heterosexual. chae soobin fc.

alistair theirin - a 22 year old grey warden who is the bastard child of king maric and the mage elf fiona. he is currently helping save ferelden (and technically thedas) from the blight. humorous + charming. cis man, he/him. bisexual (femme leaning). nick slater fc.

gale dekarios - a 36 year old human wizard who loved mystra too much. this ended in him having the netherese orb in his chest, and he could explode any minute. he has a mindflayer parasite as well - something he's struggling to get out of his skull. romantic + intelligent. cis man, he/him. bisexual. ben barnes fc.

[thewildsorcerer]

[ OPEN STARTER ]

' CASTOR STOP-! '

Caspian shot up from his sleep, his glamor off and his true self showing as he gripped tight onto the sheets. Panting heavily, Caspian closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down, feeling their hair calm as well and rest on their shoulders. He was thankful for the single bedrooms. They moved to sit on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes as they ran a hand through their hair and pulled all of it to one side. He liked the feeling of his hair, feeling both like water and curls of real hair. He had always been fascinated with their own hair, and their brothers.

His Brother. One Year, Four Months, and 13 days since that incident. And Caspian blamed themselves every day for not stopping him sooner. Yellow eyes glowing with guilt and anger, he looked up and walked to their bathroom. Caspian was glad that the only magic that seemed to work was Prestidigitation and Alter Self. Because if his Wild Magic was active, they didn't know what would happen. He was able to feel somewhat in control here.

Muttering softly, their watery curls transformed into the long black hair and his eyes changed from glowing thin slits to normal hazel eyes. Their skin now fair instead of a light blue. Staring at this beautiful stranger in the mirror, Caspian felt out of place yet again. How he longed to hear the crashes of the waves against his ship, to hear Dashie's voice ramble on about another adventure she may or may not have gone on, or to hear Everand chastising them about focusing in on channeling his Wild Magic.

What he longs for the most though, is to hear their brother. Anything. About those stupid pens he seems to find from anyone and anything, one always set behind that fin of his. He'd even be okay with listening to him ramble on about Captain Iris Gold. Hell- They’d settle for catching up with Nico and Castor about how to find Nico's brother.

Not wanting to think about that anymore in the Hotel Bathroom, Caspian grabbed their brown coat-- the one they arrived in but stopped wearing because of the rules the so called leader ' Hatter ' proclaimed. But it was late at night, most people were either sleeping or partying it up down in the club. Where he was going, Caspian didn't care about those fucking rules.

Caspian arrived at the roof, a place that Hinata had mentioned that he went to sometime. Thankfully, the ray of sunshine wasn't here and Caspian was thankful because he did not want to hear the boy ramble.

They sat down on the edge, sitting out and staring at the unfamiliar place. It did not feel like home. It felt empty to him and they so desperately wished for Plane Shift to work. The People he had met were nice, or most of them were. But they weren't home, and he was honestly scared that they may get attached to this place. To the people who were welcoming him in.

There was a noise of the door opening again and Caspian jumped, reaching to grab their weapon that was usually by his side but grabbed nothing. He remembered that they did not in fact have their Crossbow and he cursed. Standing up, he stared at whoever interrupted his moment of peace

[sunhalf]

made some very minor rules updates! the main one :

i won’t fill out interest checkers or send in rules passwords; it just feels quite formal for what is, to me, a very casual hobby!  if we’re mutuals, I WANT TO WRITE WITH YOU — & as king of pulling AUs out of thin air, there’s almost never a time where i can’t or won’t write with a particular muse.  just assume i’m up for anything & i’ll communicate my boundaries if they come up!

i totally understand the appeal and, especially for folks who can be anxious about approaching others, the comfort of having it in writing that a mutual wants to write before reaching out, but — well, if i didn't want to write with you, i wouldn't be following!! please assume me following is me jumping up and down with glee at the prospect of writing with you. my rules specifically beg mutuals to send me unprompted asks / starters / etc., and that applies to all of you and all your muses! i don't need to know a ton about your muse / their fandom / their world etc to party hard, and some of my favourite dynamics have come about from somebody just chucking a starter at me and being like 'x and y are friends now and here's the starter to prove it.' i am always down, and trust me when i say that if there was a muse on your blog i simply Could Not Stand To See Or Write With the chances of me following you in the first place are ~ 1%

[gothwives]

open: m/f/nb plot: x / there have been a recent string of murders in town, with the killer copying the style of devyn’s father (an infamous serial killer who’s been in jail for a decade). naturally, most people think devyn is to blame, but she has nothing to do with it. despite the murders, someone decided to throw a house party with devyn and your muse in attendance. who: devyn de silva, she/her, 20, student/thief

from the second she set foot in the near stranger’s home, devyn knew she’d made a mistake. all she wanted was one night of normalcy, just a few hours to forget her past and escape the judgmental stares and harsh whispers of the stuffy old folks in town. turns out, people her age were just as critical as everyone else. making a break from the raucous merriment taking place on the ground floor, devyn slunk away to the basement for more refreshments (and some much needed alone time). just as she’d reached the fridge, the sound of footsteps heading down the stairs drew her attention, eyes narrowing as she prepared herself for yet more presumptuous remarks and suspicious glances. “what are you doing following the freak down into the basement?” her go-to defense mechanism was to insult herself before anyone else had the chance to, therefor stripping their critiques of all power. “that’s horror movie 101— don’t go anywhere alone, and definitely don’t go in the basement.” despite the recent murders that had shaken up their small town, devyn wasn’t scared. living through her father’s reign of terror had hardened her nerves, ridding her of the ability to feel fear. “haven’t you heard? i’m supposedly  to blame for all this slasher s.hit. guess you never got the memo...”

[ambitionslost]

Laughter echoed through the crisp winter air as Riley ducked behind a tree, hastily packing together another snowball. His gloved hands moved quickly, eyes darting between friends who were scattered around his backyard, launching playful attacks from makeshift snow forts and behind bushes. He peeked around his cover just as a snowball whizzed by, narrowly missing him and splattering against the tree. “Nice try!” he shouted with a grin, darting out to launch his own counterattack. Snowflakes clung to his coat and hair, but he barely noticed, too caught up in the thrill of the impromptu battle, feeling like a kid again.

[jetblackknight]

⚔ ────▪ ❛ 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄, 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙸𝚃 ? ❜

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Brandishing the Yamato, he points it in the direction of his idiotic, obtuse, thieving younger twin, his eye twitching with great fury. If there was one thing his brother never seemed to learn, it was not to mess with what little food he found tasteful.                         ❛ Were you so 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳 you simply had to 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚄𝙻𝙶𝙴 in my dessert ? Was yours not 𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 ?! ❜

[blcssom]

open starter ft. mohan kothari ( he/him ) based on plot in source ! open to m/f/nb

he's been working out of his boss' kitchen for the better part of a week as they try to dismantle his latest twitter scandal, which means he knows exactly how the house is at the very moment they walk in from running errands and it's.... too tempting an opportunity to pass up. jumping up from his seat, he scurries across the kitchen to take a few bags from their arms. "here, please; let me help you with that." before they can object, mohan's taken the entire load into his own wide wingspan, carrying it toward the counter. "if i'd known you were restocking the entire house, i'd have offered to go run errands with you. sure would beat replying to death threats all morning."

[ravensroleplays]

Soooo...Snatcher might have ended up catching romantic feelings for someone again...

[shadowyspectre]

Something was wrong. The strange sensation of wrongness began with the location he awoke in. The area was dead. It looked like the surroundings had been scorched thoroughly, black burned into the stone and earth. His hands were covered in ash, something small and sharp against his palms. After a closer inspection, he found it to be bone. Something about that information made him feel sick. He wiped his hands against his torn bottoms.

It appeared that his hands were not the only part of him covered in ash. He did not like the sensation of it against his fur. His hands moved through it, stopping at the matting he encountered.

Slowly, he pulled his hands away, deciding to deal with that later.

His lips twitched down, getting to his feet and leaving the crater. It was quite big, and he couldn't help but hope he hadn't destroyed the entire area. It'd be quite rude of him if he liked that. So it was a good thing he didn't. The mere thought of destroying this place made something clench in his chest. How odd. What was this strange feeling? It gripped at him and made his eyes burn. He rubbed at them, frown deepening.

Despite things coming slightly muddled, he noticed an ache coming from his chest. Careful fingers pressed over it, jerking back at the ache going into a sharp stabbing pain. His fingers came away bloody.

He blinked, and then blinked again.

That was...supposed to be inside him, not outside.

Huh.

He looked down, staring at the damaged armor that was stained red. His fingers lifted again, this time pressing more carefully. They ghosted over a large wound in his chest, right over his breastbone. It seemed deep, but not...too much of a concern. He paused. Why had he thought that? Not a concern? Having a wound in his chest this deep was a concern!

His hand dropped to his side, and he lifted his head to look around. He should....leave. Perhaps go somewhere to find help—

The simian flinched as a wave of dread pulled at him. An urgency was attached to it as well. But for the life of him, he couldn't remember what was so important. He'd been in a fight, where was his opponent? Did he lose? It sure felt like he did, waking up in a cater.

Move. He needed to move. The urge stamped into his legs, making him walk away from his resting place. But the urge grew, and grew, making him full on sprint away. He didn't know why he was running, but something deep down spurred him to run faster. His fur stood on end, the crackle of something in the air.

Move! That instinct screamed. MOVE!!

His chest was on fire, and a blue glow erupted behind him, the sheer brightness of it almost blinded him even if he was not facing the source.

The urge shrieked.

RUN.

And so he did, legs pumping fast as he tore across shattered and burnt earth. But it wasn't enough. The muscles in his legs bunched, and he leapt up, leaving another crater behind from the mere force. Instead of landing on the ground, he was met with something soft. There was no time to identify what it was, only that he was so far from the ground and moving fast. There was a roar behind him, a name? Either way, it was not happy. He fled, the thing he was on taking him far, far away.

Eventually, he noticed that the area he was over currently seemed healthy. Far better than where he was before. Only...he wasn't quite sure how to dispell this thing. It was comfortable, he'd give it that. But he wanted to check things out. A spur of something—something he'd label stupidity—sent him leaping off the soft thing.

He only had a moment to think, wait should I have done that? Before he smacked right into the ground.

Well, that wasn't fun. Now he's made another crater. At least this one wasn't as big as the one he woke up in.

He groaned, pushing himself onto his hands and knees. "Oh," he moaned in pain, "oh that was so not to good idea. Why did I do that?"

His chest hurt worse. Good going...

He frowned. Good going...

What was his name?