#open krp starter

[dxprxvityx]

muse: daehyunsuggested connection: male/non-binary crush

    not one, nor two, nor three but a  p l e t h o r a  of kisses were pressed into the contrary cheek, gentle, SLOW and almost unhealthily sweet. albeit nothing different from his usual affectionate self, daehyun’s sleepy self seems to be overwhelmingly loving that night. boys can’t like boys, boys don’t kiss their guy friends. the lessons carved in his brain sound muffled in the back of his head right now.

[cherry-colored-dreamz]

"Why it's so hard to find girlfriend...

I really would love to have one."

[hellsdogs]

"Eat my ass."

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[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Like for a hostess-themed starter from Jisun

[geaesaekki]

'You're spending a suspicious amount of time hanging out in this dirty neighborhood these days hun." Her cigarette travels in and out, she expires, the smoke escaping out from her mouth. "Are you worried about me? That's sweet." A smile is showing behind her fingers. "But I'm not made of sugar, you know."

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to: m / f. idea: selena is an escort girl. the envionment she evolves in, the night life, comes with its dangers. a word is around : many escort girls have been missing in the neighborhood these days, maybe your muse is worried about her.

[saranghacs]

Open Starter - Park Heiran - Policía - 38 años.

—¿Qué te hace pensar que eso es buena idea, hm?—elevó ambas cejas, cómo si estuviese retando. Si tenía que ser sincera, eso le parecía una mierda.—Sólo digo, estoy segura de que puedes tener propuestas mejores, que seamos amigos no quiere decir que meteré las manos al fuego por ti.—sólo era capaz de hacerlo por sí misma, jamás se esforzaría por alguien más que ella.

[hymnoire]

Wanted plot :    Together, we conquer, we reign.

Looking for a companion/cult leader associate/king for Kaeleeana ( Tag / Bio ) . Plot inspired in an original lore from midsommar roots to a bene gesserit spirit, in modern times/near future. Transhumanism/dune coded core.

Kaeleena Nara, Mother Supreme of the Church and Sisterhood of Misericorde. The time has changed and so did the world. Now, forces are colliding. She raises daughters, mutated humans of great abilities with the purpose of making the world theirs. A cult, some would ask? A family, she would answer. The sisters of the Sisterhood of Misericorde then find their way to the arms of powerful men, human men, to bare their child and extend their reach. She too, the Mother Supreme, seeks such a partner—but not just any man. Only the strongest, the most formidable of all. He will be her equal, a reflection of the power she wields. A partnership. Should they take the world in their own hands together now? With what he is capable of, what she is capable of as well, if a war between humans and mutants arise, they shall win.

"I promise to never use my abilities on you and to honor our partnership," Kaeleena says, her voice a smooth lullaby. "My daughters, the Sisterhood of Misericorde, will serve our common interest, just as you provide your weapons and soldiers for our shared conquest. I also promise to cherish and love you through this union of ours." Her intense eyes lock with his, a silent challenge in their depths, burning with the weight of her words.

He smirks, his fingers gripping her chin as he tilts her head toward him. "Is such a sadistic, cold heart of yours even capable of love?" he murmurs, his tone dripping with dark amusement.

Kaeleena's lips curve into a wicked smile. "Doesn't that make us perfect for each other, my Sovereign of Terror?" she replies, her voice velvet.

[worstevils]

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for: crime or slice of life (spn welcome) a detective / private investigator, ex fling, or something more complicated like girls friendship!!! either-way, i will wing anything.

“What are you doing here? I told you not to come back here.” The last thing that she needed was someone to disturb her peace — not that there was any peace left in her. It was hard to admit that anything else would be better than her being along with her demons, an endless fight within her where she thought she had let them win years ago. But that’s nothing she will ever admit or let anyone even perceive this side of her. She knows that whatever is in her mind — it’s what makes her heart waver in critical moments. Empathy perhaps. 

[rampxnt]

reverse starter call! like this and i'll go through your open starters and respond to one

[warsinmyhead]

OPEN (18+)

Hiro is not ashamed of his sexuality or the fact that he's had sex more than once. But the remark seemed so abrupt, almost out of nowhere...

The conversation with the other person had been pretty general – talking about their current plans (his was completing his Graphic Design major and balancing hours at the cafe he worked at part time), likes, and other random safe topics. How did the conversation steer completely to the sexual side?

"Heh, yeah I'm, I'm not a virgin – I get my young face could mess some people up into thinking I'm too young or something, but um, yeah. Not a virgin." He paused and studied the other person's face for their reaction.

[eroticabomination]

         "You are not supposed to be here." Her voice echoes against the walls of her mansion. No one is supposed to be here, it was a clear instruction to all the brainless nobodies working the security at Love's red mansion. It has been weeks now that she hasn't seen the sun, the light, hasn't addressed a single word to another human being but her own twiste reflection. Love was waiting to hear from the clinic, from Sculpture. The injections aren't working anymore, those who were supposed to suppress her own body's defenses against her transplanted, new shiny perfect organs. Little do people know : everything about her isn't real. The finest pieces of fresh cadavers pieced together, altered to stand in a body that becomes fascinating to the masses : hers. The most beautiful woman in the country wasn't so beautiful anymore now, a rotting pile of flresh, half of her face melting, morphing into an atrocity, one covered by her hair so far.

As for her body : she is completely naked under a red silk robe, unable to stand much fabric against her skin, it burns, it's too sensitive, it's cracking open as black blood is dripping out of her wide opened wounds. She stands up, not walking so straight as if completely intoxicated or not able to handle the balance of this body that became oh so heavy, her hands catching the nearest furnitures to not loose balance. Her hand firmly grabs a syringue, a long one, filled with a liquid only her knows the composition of. Her heavy, uncontrolled steps lead her to the door as she's moving like an atrocity. She locks the door, her eyes now redicted to them. A slow unpleased smile spreads on her lips as she still holds onto that needle tight, her eyes traveling on the other from head to toes. They aren't supposed to be here, aen't supposed to see her like that. What will they do if they go out, expose her secret? That's a risk Love isn't willing to take. "Who knows you're here, huh? I said NO! FUCKING! VISITORS!" The last words are speaking with anger. No, not anger, rage, an animalistic rage that makes her kick the nearest furniture with her bare foot, causing it to fall down the foor, for the vase on top of it to break, for the water inside to spill. Her hair all over the place, the rotten side of her face now uncovered.

[crovnprince]

open to: females

plot: dawn and your muse are exes with a complicated history that stems all the way back to their college days. the repeatedly on-and-off relationship results in an unspeakable sexual and romantic tension as they meet again during a high school reunion. things really shouldn’t be this hard for two people who claim to be ‘amicable’ but are they really, or is there something more that still lingers?

connection: exes / friend with benefits / something between friends and something slightly more (basically anything along those lines)

muse: dawn parkinson - old money inheritor that is probably too kind for her own good, and is in general, an overall very awkward human being. also probably the most avid – but lousiest – plant mom you’ll ever know.

see, this was the catch. dawn wasn’t usually the type to approach the other first nor would she be the one making the first move; she enjoyed standing by the side lines, looking at people, observing them and waiting to be cued in. she wasn’t necessarily the best in social situations and she got that. from a young age, she has always been this awkward. media training didn’t help either when she was mostly petrified by the slightest of things, but yet here she was. standing beside them, head facing their direction with wide doe-liked eyes staring at them as if waiting so depserately for the other shoe to fall. for the other to just say anything at all, yet somehow she found herself, slightly tipsy, doing something she usually doesn’t do in any situation – social or not. “i don’t usually do this,” she mumbles under her breathe as she just scooch a little closer to the other. fingers all nervously wrapped around a half-filled red cup. “are we just going to pretend that we don’t know each other the whole night? i literally know how you look under what you’re wearing.” she mutters, staring at the other way too long for this to be comfortable for either. “are you just going to keep ignoring me?”

[nemejialee]

returning to my roots.

i've severely missed rp-ing on tumblr and it's where i started my journey with krp. i love writing as a pastime and i miss the in depth threads and interactions with long time rp partners and the freedom of expression that comes with writing on tumblr. i've been on twitter for the past 8 years or so but now i am returning back to what i know best.

i would love to plot with people and write on here as it truly is no holds barred but i am also (slightly) open to rp servers on discord as well. i welcome any and all plots and encourage you to like this post if you are interested in writing with me.

i am literate but i do not require anyone to match what i write. i just want to explore and return to the fun of having such a strong creative outlet for me and other likeminded individuals. please read my rules first though. i'm 21+ so no minors at all.

pls like this if you are interested and i will send you a message to see what we can get going!

{ carrd } <- more info.

[hellsdogs]

"I don't believe in therapy. I mean, sure, people have told me I need one, but how would that even go? 'Ueno-san, why do you have this desire to retreat into your mother's womb—could it be sexual?' Like, what? As if I'm some kind of mad man. And then I'd have to explain it's not like that; it's just that the world turned out to be a bit more boring than I expected. I'll probably walk out of there with depression meds I don't even need—I'm just a nihilist, and these aren't even the fun kind of pills. Pass." Right, probably not the best thing to say on a date but how could he possibly not be himself right. "Your dessert looks better than mine. Are you gonna eat all that?"

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to: anyone / f. if romantic. idea: friendly date at the restaurant after a long day/ first tinder date for your muse and him - your muse finds him either.. fun and charming or weird, you decide / or it's been a few dates and well he's always like this .

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Sooooo

I'm just gonna be blunt about this.

I'm looking for dark threads. Triggering/Violent/Just generally fucked up stuff.

If you're interested, there's a TON of ideas on my plots page. Feel free to send me a message if any of those strike your fancy, or you have ideas of your own.

[geaesaekki]

"And what was I supposed to say to you? Sorry we can't be together I fuck for a living?" Her words come with a frustrated, sarcastic, angered scoff. Angry at herself. The life she lives does not allow her to date, to fall in love, she took a risk with him. "I know I shouldn't have left without a word, yet it seemed less painful that the eyes you would have landed on me if you knew."

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to: m. idea: selena is an escort girl. your muse and her could have been something, she wanted to, they tried and she disappear. she can't date with her lifestyle.