#open crime rp

[lithiumwolff]

open to anyone (can be platonic or romantic)

muse: Jack Lander portrayed by Joe Keery

Age: late 20's - early 30's

“ I did what was necessary." It was in his heart to protect them and do what he felt was right. “You don't deserve to be treated like nothing. I don't tolerate that, shit.”

[mysteriousxgirls]

open to males 30+

muse: Ella / 28 / gang member

plot: ella watches another gang member get beaten up by y/m (the boss) for screwing up a drug deal. now she tries to stop him before he kills the poor guy.

Ella stood against the dimly lit wall of the warehouse, arms crossed and an air of cool confidence surrounding her. The muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by grunts and the occasional whimper. She could see her boss, unleashing his fury on one of the other members, the poor guy who had screwed up the drug deal. Ella could feel the tension mounting, and she knew she had to intervene before things escalated further. Stepping out of the shadows, she walked towards them with a deliberate sway in her hips, her presence commanding attention. "Hey-" she called out, her voice smooth, laced with a sultry undertone. "Why don’t you take a break? You look like you could use some… distraction." She watched him pause, turning his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he assessed her approach. Ella maintained eye contact, her expression shifting to one of playful challenge. She stepped closer, close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her perfume—a mix of danger and allure. "You know, I’ve got a few ways to help you blow off some steam that don’t involve breaking bones," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in, brushing her fingertips across his arm, the heat radiating from his skin igniting a thrill within her. "Why waste all that energy on him when you could have me instead?"

[saltydazedklown]

1920s Joker before he was the Clown Prince of Crime....who wants to take this baby for a spin around the carousel?

Open to original characters and canon characters. All themes/genres are welcome!

I have written Joker since 2013 on older blogs I have deleted. You'd really be missing out if you pass this opportunity up.

This is not a total reboot of my portrayal, by my preference he will always sway towards daylighting as a community outreach entrepreneur while being a piece of shit to middle class and up in criminal ways of all that can be imagined.

His mental health and emotional history is what is being rewritten with newcomers.

Who's down to soil this clown?

Mod: Jonny : 31 : m : queer : neurospicy : chronically unoccupied

To address me use a 🚬

[hungriest-snake-in-hades]

"The stuff I used to get paid to do is no longer an option for when we need options! Because I'm not allowed to apparently raise a murder baby! And last week, Jack's kid turned his ba-ba into a Molotov and now we have CPS on our asses and I either gotta get creative on the right side of legal, or I gotta get new identities for all of us and it sucks because I've gotten used to being called Ross again."

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

Open to Anyone

Muse- Dominique Luca

Relationship- Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Husband/Wife

Mun's Notes - This can go across any fandom, any ships, with any muse of your choice

Plot - Luca is home after work and just out of the shower before date night, whether it's a romantic quiet night or a wild night is entirely up to you 😉

Luca only really took long showers whenever his back was hurting and because he had been overdoing it at the gym to keep in shape, and in the field as a SWAT officer, he had done something to aggravate his back. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to be attending date night. Sometimes, it felt like they barely spent any time together, so date night's were always special.

"Hey, babe." He called over to the bed where his partner was lying on top of the bed. "Have you decided if we're going out or staying in? Cause I'm good with either. Just let me get some of that medicated cream and take some painkillers, and I'm good to go." He looked over their body, smiling to himself because he was the luckiest guy on earth.

[bluejeanbaby]

plot: colt just got out of prison and is trying to reunite with a partner or ex (bonus points if they have a kid)

open to: any!

"You changed your number." Colt announced as the other approached their door, pushing himself off of the wall he had been leaning against. "Didn't want to come and scare you, or anything but I wanted to let you know I'm a free man again." he announced, smirking as he tilted his head. "Tried to reach out, but I think you've been avoiding me, babe."

[buryeden]

OPEN TO: any muse !MUSE: wilder "will" buchanan, crime syndicate heir. bastard. jonathan bailey fc. PLOT/AU: any au. muse bg: wilder has taken over the buchanan organization as a displaced bastard, leaving him as the last one standing.

"Because I love you!" There's a silence that follows, a pause in their fervor that had pushed past the threshold of some displaced passion. An argument, notorious when he was in their company, was disrupted only by a claim— no, declaration. Wilder was certain, and his thought still raced around it leaving the quiet to hum and beg for the quiet to be filled. "And I won't take it back."

[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 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

The old, leather-bound journal was found hidden under the floorboards of the abandoned mansion. Its pages contained cryptic messages and a map that seemed to lead to something of great value—or danger.

In a world where the stars can be plucked from the sky and turned into powerful talismans, a young orphan discovers a constellation that has never been seen before. It points to a destiny that could change the fate of the entire realm.

During the height of the Renaissance, a young artist discovers a hidden chamber in the heart of Florence. Inside, she finds sketches of inventions far beyond her time and a letter addressed to her, written centuries ago.

Two strangers meet on a delayed train during a snowstorm on Christmas Eve. As they share stories to pass the time, they realize they have more in common than they ever imagined—and that fate might have brought them together for a reason.

In a small, isolated village, people start to vanish without a trace. The only clue left behind is a symbol carved into the doors of their homes, a mark that matches ancient legends of a vengeful spirit.

In a future where emotions are controlled by the government, a young woman discovers an underground movement that aims to restore true feelings to humanity. She must decide whether to join them or stay in the safety of her regulated life.

Every night, a small café in the city transforms into a magical place where time stands still and dreams come to life. Only a select few know about its existence, and one day, an ordinary person stumbles upon it by accident.

A high school student finds an old camera at a garage sale. When they develop the photos, they see glimpses of the future. Now, they must navigate high school life while trying to change events they know are coming.

"I don't believe in coincidences, especially not ones involving missing people."

"You mean to tell me you've never seen a dragon before? Where have you been living, under a rock?"

"The prophecy spoke of a hero, but I never imagined it would be someone like you."

"This isn't just a piece of space debris; it's a message."

"Our planet was destroyed. We're the last survivors, and we need your help."

"Do you really believe the king will pardon us if we find the lost treasure?"

"She's a woman in a man's world, but she'll change history, mark my words."

"I didn't come here to fall in love; I came to find myself."

"Every letter I wrote to you, I wrote with my heart in my hand."

"That house has been abandoned for years. Why would anyone go inside willingly?"

"The shadows in this place…they move when you're not looking."

"There's a map, but it's missing the most crucial part—the key to decoding it."

"I've been to the highest mountain and the deepest sea, but I've never seen anything like this."

"Freedom is an illusion they sold us to keep us compliant."

"We've been living in a lie. It's time we uncover the truth."

"Every night at midnight, the old clock shop comes alive. Haven't you ever noticed?"

"They say the forest spirits grant wishes, but only to those who ask with pure intentions."

"I found this old diary in the attic, and it’s like it’s talking directly to me."

[lithiumwolff]

Open to: m/f

Muse: Liv - 24 - bisexual

Plot: covering up a murder together is such an underrated form of intimacy

After getting rid of the body Liv got in the car with the other. “We never talk about this.” Her voice cracked, in fear. “Fuck. What if the cops find out?…what if we go to prison?” Liv’s anxiety flared, feeling her body twitch.

[maronis-deli-official]

- Coffee 1 -

Open RP starter - menu

The store is quiet. It’s late, maybe 9 pm? Even the outskirts of crime alley drop dead after 7 - most gothamites valuing themselves a bit too much to be caught up in the worst neighborhood of the worst city in North America after dark. The fluorescent lights of the refrigerated shelves lending to an eerie atmosphere.

A brown haired girl sits behind the caffe counter, speaking quietly though it doesn’t seem that anyone else is in the store. The tag on her uniform reads a messily scrawled ‘Sarah’. She looks tired, unsurprising given the location, but seems immersed in whatever she’s speaking with, giggling a bit.

[ardentghcst]

𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 , , , 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 !!

𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 AMBER RILEY , twenty5 , she/her , bisexual 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 , amber is , , , obsessed with your muse . violently obsessed . lethally , even . yet , her obsession has been most subtle , , , as the last thing y/m expects to find when they come home from work is her on the other side of their front door with a loaded weapon . yikes . dynamic is utp , age gaps / taboo ( keeping my guidelines in mind ) welcome : ) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 !!

" LOOK , i've gotten really sick of this whole cat and mouse thing . sorry to catch you ' after hours ' , but i'm tired of waiting . " pillowy lips were turned downwards into a displeased frown , eyes dull and veiled in irritancy . the metal of her murderous companion glinted in the lowlight of the dimly foyer as she gestured with it , an unspoken command for them to shut the door .

" what ?? are you really gonna stand there waiting for me to ELABORATE ?? come on , get inside . before you let in a draft . "

[hellsdogs]

" I got you something pretty. Try it on for me."

               open starter.

to: anyone. idea: kim doesn't really buy anything for anyone unless he cares. he rarely shows he cares. maybe y/m is seeing a new side of him or maybe y/m has become used to it but yeah, it's a bit special.

[atgvnpoint]

OPEN TO ×  w / m / nb   25+

PLOT ×  y/m got arrested (false arrest or not is up to you). y/m called sergio to get them out but he isn't amused by that

MUSE ×  sergio rodriguez [45] lawyer

❝You owe me one!❞ the lawyer angrily threw his briefcase onto the back seat of his car. Sergio huffed and turned to the person in the passenger seat. ❝Do you realize how many favors I had to call in to get you out of this mess? How did this even happen to you?❞

[fallingsohard]

new indie blog in desperate need of threads! please like if i can go through your opens and reply to one ( or more ) because i need threads? please and thanks <3

[bluejeanbaby]

open to: f/nb/m

connection: exes, fwbs, whatever you see fit!

"It's hardly stealing. You left your keys in the car and I returned it. What? Do you want some fucking gas money too?" Colt rolled his eyes as he slid the other's keys towards them. "What are you going to call the cops?"

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: brody's out here looking for any reason to start fighting people 🤷 but y/m break's it up. it's pretty vague so feel free to assume stuff or hmu to plot if you'd like. 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:  ex/old fling, friend/fwb, bf/gf/so, person he's fighting or the person breaking up the fight, whatever works~

Always ready to fight Brody shifted his feet subconsciously into a more defendable position as the man he'd started shit with moved to shove against his muscular chest, sending him only a step back. Without missing so much as a beat Brody shoved the other back, a few choice words leaving his lips as he cussed the other out. "Don't fucking push me man, I'll knock you the fuck out," he warned hotly, blue eyes fierce as a smaller body moved between him and the other guy, seemingly to end their flight before it had truly started. He shifted on his feet, movements easy and experienced with a fight, hands clenching and unclenching as they hung at his sides.