#open ended rp

[bludhavens-finest]

So since Dick is going through it tonight I decided to do something with it! Anyone who wants to interact can :D (although characters who know Dick would make the most sense to be reaching out or finding out about this)

Dick was not going to have another panic attack, he wasn’t, he had already had one two days ago, he was not going to have another.

That’s what he was trying to tell himself, but it wasn’t working. Haley seemed worried again, she always did when he got like this. She would sit next to Dick while his breath came in short gasps and paw at his hands.

He couldn’t breathe he knew that he needed to of course he did but he just couldn’t- Things had been fine this morning, he had been fine-

And then it happened. He didn’t even know where the questions came from but they came quickly, the questions about slade.

And then Jason had something, really it was probably just a joke, and he knew that! But it was about him bleeding out- Jason could be bleeding out and it could be his fault-

He could loose him again, he could loose everyone again- the bombs were probably still in the titans-

And god Dick felt like he was dying right now- his heart was beating out of his chest and he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe-

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

OPEN ENDED RP, ANYONE WANNA RP OFF THIS?

A 9-year-old Swift -who sometimes wandered in-mask as Instinct- darted through the alleys, 20 dollars clutched in hand.

He'd filched it off some rich guy -he didn't look to see which one, he'd just grabbed the bill and bolted- and was headed somewhere specific.

To an old gangster's hideout. Out here the street people betted with each other over the craziest things, street people, and while little Swift didn't trust adults that much, he did make bets every now and then.

Anyway....

--

Swift darted over to a small shack hidden in a cluster of abandoned apartments. He banged on the door until a old grizzled hobo with an eye patch, dark orangish dyed hair, and torn clothes opened it.

"What'd ya want, pipsqueak?" The man hissed in an Australian accent.

Swift waved the 20 dollars in his face. "Remember that bet we had on how long it'd take Kango to run off from that foster home? And i lost? You said i had two weeks to get you the fifteen bucks. Well, I managed to find a 20 bill and it's all i got, so you get 5 bucks extra!"

The gangster snatched the 20 bill, and inspected it. "Where'd you get this, you little gremlin?"

Swift rolled his eyes. "Not telling."

Dingo narrowed his eyes, clearly guessing that Swift had stolen it, but he snorted and threw a five dollar bill in Swift's face.

"I asked for 15, not 20, kid."

Swift looked surprised, but nodded quickly and pocketed the money. "Well, i'm off."

The old hobo's hand shot out and he scruffed the younger street dweller. "And where would you be going? Last i heard some of the Motor Speed Gang saw you sleepin' out on the roofs near the higher-class area."

Swift tried to wriggle free. "And? It's quieter there."

Dingo sighed. "Kid, I know it is, just be careful. It's a tad dangerous in that area. The odd policeman is huntin' those grounds again... and so are the Bats. Keep careful."

Swift nodded. "I'll steer clear. Cya, Dingo!"

And off the little boy went.

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Swift darted through the alleys a few nights later, having just dodged some policemen by the park. His not-human senses were up and at it, and he could hear a gang fight somewhere to his right.

Suddenly he ran into someone and fell back. The person swore and looked down at him.

Siwft froze, blinking in and out of scent-sight as he did sometimes.

It was one of the Bats.

[voidmarkd]

#voidmarkd; an indie, selective and fandomless portrayal of Atlas Fitzgerald, featuring themes as life in a coven, rebirth through death, marked by the void, necromancy, betrayal and abandonment, the blood and the burden, keeper of forgotten graves, [ . . . ] mutuals only. 21+. low activity. eng/ger. ♱ carrd ♱ memes ♱ open starters

[notlumenera]

wet cat gains a cat

[daily-beast-wirt-brainrot]

Questions to BW!

How are you usually spending your day?

Does your branches often get stuck in your cape?

Also, I'd like to add I do not wear a cape; its a cloak..

[Day 3]

[shithowdy]

realized a drawing i'm doing rn is almost identically posed to one i did 8.5 years ago of a different oc, except the old drawing was instantly tainted by one of the players featured messaging me asking if i could take it down because their abusive, possessive rp partner saw it and got jealous of them "roleplaying behind their back" and i said "nah" and it became a whole Thing that i should have walked away from at that exact moment but didn't and the 6 months that followed contained some of the most truly condensed batshit i have ever witnessed in an rp community already well-known for its batshittery.

... anyway i love my friends. so happy to accidentally redeem the pose.

[songbirdreaped]

open starter for anybody ; set after lucy gray left the cabin <3 run. run. RUN. was all that could go through lucy gray's head as she sprinted away from the cabin through the trees. she was running as fast as her legs would carry her, everything in her telling her that she needed to get away from him if she wanted to survive. the words kept ringing in her head three's enough for me, he'd told her when she said they wouldn't have to kill anymore. three. she knew of two. bobbin and mayfair. all she'd asked for was the truth, yet she was met with a lie. my old self, coriolanus had told her as she demanded to know who the third was. lucy gray wasn't born yesterday, she could spot a lie from a mile away.

trust was the most important thing to her. trust outweighed love and yes, she had loved him. loved. now, all she could picture was those icy blue eyes gazing into her soul. would he kill her ? she didn't know, but she wasn't taking that chance. she couldn't take that chance. that was why she'd said she was going to pick katniss, her chance to escape and survive. lucy gray wished that she'd heeded dean highbottom's warning, wished that she hadn't let herself fall for the blond. any and all love she felt was gone, now all that was left was the need to flee.

as she kept running, the brunette felt her chest tightening, the crisp air filling her lungs, stinging as her heart raced in her chest. she needed to stop and catch her breath. ducking behind a tree, lucy gray took a moment, the breaths coming out more like gasps as she stayed there. the sound of coriolanus yelling for her caused her to panic more. she wasn't a fighter, he outpowered her anyway, but she could run. she could hide.

when she spotted the snake, lucy gray decided that she'd try to buy herself some time, dropping the scarf he'd given her to cover it up. she knew by looking at it that the snake wasn't venomous, it wouldn't hurt him too badly if he got bitten. it would just slow him down enough for her to get away. after the distraction was set, the brunette began to run again, hoping that the wind in the trees would cover up any noise that came from her feet on the ground.

it wasn't until she was hidden by a tree on the outer part of the woods that she'd realized her earring had fallen out in all of the chaos. she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. the games weren't over when she'd returned home, these were still the games. her own survival was what mattered. lucy gray almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming toward her, but when she did it was too late to run. whoever it was had only been two paces from her now, and with how tired she was, they'd most likely be able to catch her if she ran. her eyes shut tightly as she braced herself for the figure to come closer, assuming it was coriolanus coming to kill her, to finish tying up the loose ends.

❝ just get it over with, ❞ the words came out more shaky than she'd intended. she wasn't usually one for giving up, but she knew that she had no more energy to keep running. if coriolanus had found her, then he won.

[bananasfosterparent]

I find it funny sometimes when people suggest lamenting on your consort Tav being depressed and mopey over what and who they could have been if only they hadn't done that darned ritual *shakes fist*

But like... Efenity was... broke. Penniless. Homeless. Living on the streets in an abandoned house just outside the city that she shared with another criminal. She'd break into someone's house just to use the bathtub every other day. Agreeing to situationships with shady men who really only liked her for the dommy mommy vibes. Convincing herself that opening up and getting "official" with anyone was a mistake. That only leads to more grief, more pain, more loss.

Pre-game events, Efenity was working on a plan for stealing/skimming millions in gold over time from a charity organization run by a rich family. While she had high hopes to reach her goal of living in a mansion and living lavish (and alone) with her own criminal ring to support her... in reality she would have just gotten caught and arrested. Probably would just stew in her rage, angering the wrong people and winding up dead.. or defeated so much that she wishes she was.

Getting kidnapped and having a worm shoved in her eye was the single greatest thing that could have ever happened to her and there isn't a single thing in her journey that she regrets--except manipulating Shadowheart. But that's literally it.

If she's lamenting while sitting on a chaise with hand done embroidered demask designs and gold filigree backing, wearing her fluffy feathery robe while her Lord lays his head on her lap and she strokes his hair and ears about what "could have been" it ain't gonna be about something better.

While I totally understand the angst angle and would actually be comfortable checking out other people's versions of it, if I didn't associate it with such horrible negativity and discourse there's such a great power fantasy and positive dark romance here that gets ignored and poopooed by so many, without even the slightest consideration that maybe... just maybe... it's actually pretty darn valid and cathartic too, once you take off your Bias Goggles.

I wish more people were once again willing to let themselves explore their creativity in fiction enough to not care about the opinions of others not in your head, not developing your Tav, and not writing your story. YOUR Tav has their own unique story and it's ENTIRELY in your hands.

[brokendreamscreation]

@monochrome-chaos

"They're going to notice I'm gone."

“Really? I’ve been sneaking outta Heaven for quite a while now and nobody’s noticed. And they’ve got the best monitoring of Earth AND Hell!” Sky blue hues examined the man curiously, circling around him. Sure looked like a human to him! But why were they…here? Wherever “here” even was. The scenery certainly omitted a Hellish vibe, but the sky was not any of the standard hues from the Seven Rings.

Lucid gave a light ruffle of his six wings, his halo glowing against the evening darkness like a ghost light. The visiting angel stopped in front of the man once more, leaning in closer to examine his face beneath those bangs. It appeared that they both were practically the same height! “Well if you’re lost or somethin’, maybe I can help getcha home? Do you have any recollection where it may be?”

[bludhavens-finest]

Another open RP (bc I’m bored again <3):

(For my responses talking will be in blue, narration will be in normal text, you don’t have to follow that if you don’t want to, but if you do that’s great! OC’s are welcome feel free to interact <3)

The sun was just peaking out of the horizon by the time Dick got back to his apartment. Making his way up various flights of stairs until he finally made it to his floor, unlocking his front door with a tired sigh.

The first thing he noticed was the slight draft in his apartment, he knew that he wouldn’t have left any of his windows open before leaving, but sure enough one of the windows in his apartment was open.

The next thing he noticed was that Haley wasn’t barking or running in between his legs the second he opened the door, something that again, wasn’t normal.

He knew that his siblings had a habit of breaking into his apartment. He also knew that you could never be too careful.So he walked further into his apartment, looking for who or what was there.

As soon as he saw what was waiting for him in his apartment he muttered under his breath “…god fucking damn it.”

He definitely wasn’t going to get to sleep anytime soon.

[terrorbitch]

open to: all.

plot: almost a year into the zombie apocalypse, your muse and rose have been a part of the same 'group' but haven't gotten along because of her toxic optimism and somewhat judgmental views on life. your muse went on a solo run, and rose let her guard down.

"how dare you scare us like that!" she snapped, grabbing them by the cuff of their jacket and uncharacteristically pushing them up against the fence. she was small, weaker than the others, but she had excelled in her first aid class and learned how to nourish the crew when desperate. but the two of them? they never crossed paths if she could help it. and yet, after they'd gone missing for the last few days? rose couldn't understand where this relief was coming from. so she fueled it into anger. "you could've been dead out there. do you understand me? dead. or... or worse. you could've been... one of them." she felt the tears in her eyes well up. "don't you ever do that again. you hear me? don't ever scare me like that again."

[ask-bad-end-sunny]

So what now....

Will you like...

Try to confront Basil now or...

Just chill in the afterlife?

"...I'm going to try and confront Basil, yes. That's the most important thing to do next..."

"That fight took a lot out of you, little brother. I know you were just asleep, but still, resting before doing something big again will help a lot!"

"We'll take a small breather, then go see Basil. There's no need to worry, if you can overcome Omori, then I'm positive that you'll be able to help Basil!"

"...It was more mentally draining than anything, but, yeah...I still feel pretty out of it..."

"But, you're right...we'll do that. It's for the best...I wouldn't want to feel so disoriented if I'm able to talk to him..."

"...I...can do it."

"...I have to."

[spiltichor]

Send 🛑 for my muse (receiver) to step in and protect your muse (sender) from someone. This could be for any reason! From them being bothered and not being left alone, an ambush attack, a fighting scene, whatever you want! You can also send ' 🛑 + reverse ' to change it so the sender protects the receiver!

[spiderman2-99]

Here's a question. What if a spiderperson technically... wasn't a spiderperson?

... then they wouldn't be a Spider-Person?

[angelsdvsts]

…. i know i just got done with 100+ drafts… but give this a ♡ for 1/2 one line starter(s) 🫣