#open rp starters

[felixculpxx]

open to: m/f/nb note: elena isn’t a huge fan of relationships so if they are in a relationship, it’d be very early days. she works as an artist. potential ideas: maybe theyre worried because their friend has a thing for elena. maybe theyre colleagues. maybe theyre a virgin. maybe theyre her current employer. maybe they're about to break thing off. these are just a couple of options. but i will not do anything that’s taboo (ie theyre related).

“Would you please stop stressing already? You’re stressing me out,” Elena sighed and closed her eyes as she dropped her head onto the pillow. As they continued to rattle on, she sighed. She only opened her eyes again to take off her bra. “I’m literally here naked right now. Boobs are out. The whole lot. Remind me again what’s so important that it’s keeping you from me?”

[synsationss]

OPEN STARTER: ARNELLE.

“It’s a shame all the pretty girls end up alone for Valentines Day.”

[mr007pennyworth]

SEND 🏥 TO VISIT MY MUSE IN THE HOSPITAL AFTER THEY MISS MEETING UP WITH YOUR MUSE DURING THE DAY.

(send 'hospital' if you can't use the emoji)

[galahadsboy]

Muse: Rokk

Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works

Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate

"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

Anyone can interact

Literally please I love any interaction

[another-argo]

>>Open Starter<<

Ghosting

(c'mon, you didn't think I'd stay gone, did you?)

Argo's room had stayed empty for weeks after his death. Only a few people knew where his grave was; so some people took it upon themselves to put offerings in his room instead of on his grave.

It's been a few weeks- to a month or two. The wound still hurts.. but life progresses.

The strangest thing about that is.. any offerings that Argo would've VERY MUCH enjoyed.. disappeared. Any daggers? Gone. Sour candy? Gone aswell.

You think that it's just a coincidence. Maybe- maybe people are actually just bad at this whole offering thing! If Argo was still alive he wouldn't have accepted the gifts anyways.

Because of Argo's room becoming a public tribute, even some kids from camp have managed to slip in- maybe to pay respects, maybe to swear out the bastard one more time, maybe just to pretend they knew him better than they really did.

You thought the noise coming from Argo's room was another camper- or one of his adopted siblings- in there again.

But then there was a crash.

Then another crash.

And something deep- something dark inside you lights. Your immeadiate thought is Eris. Only Theo actually saw the dead body- maybe she didn't die.

You brace yourself for a fight before you open the door and see.. Argo.

Emotions flood you in a giant wave- looking at your dead friend- or enemy- or.. whatever Argo was to you. For a moment, you think it was all a bad dream.

But Argo.. doesn't notice you. He's enamored with this stuffed rabbit.. playing with it like a little kid. He's holding a piece of a wooden block in their other hand, unwilling to let it go.

Argo hums a small tune under their breath. Their hair has gotten longer- and the blonde has grown to be majority of his hair. His eyes are a watercolor of brown and blue now- and he just looks.. transparent?

Argo moves over to some more of the offerings. There are a million different bouquets- but he picks up one that Commodus left for him- tucking a flower into his feather crown.

They put everything down- except they put the wood block in their pocket.

They look at the many daggers that were left to them. Picking some up and inspecting them.

Argo still seems completely oblivious to your presence..

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT !

(Seriously, anyone.)

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[forged-in-fire-and-brimstone]

open starter

You see a figure in the forest, lying down. They look like they're asleep, a rag is next to them (evidence of being cloroformed).

The person looks to be about 15, they have long, messy ginger/blonde hair. They have a multitude of scars and bruises.

They're wearing a stereotypical military school outfit.

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT

ask to be added to the taglist

[worldsoflustandwonder]

A Couple's New Game (Open to Males or Females, MxF, FutaxF, FxF; NTR Warning)

Warning: This RP will have heavy focus on NTR, cuckoldry, and cheating. The role for the other person is the one being cheated on, with their knowledge or not. Please do not join if you don't wish to partake.

Sally smiled as she opened the door to the apartment she shared with her significant other. She had just gotten off work, and the nerdy redhead was eager to find her partner as she called [Y/N]'s name.

Once she found them, she rushed up and hugged them tightly. "Hey! So, I found something at work that I really thought we both should try!" she said, before thrusting a red game box in the other's face.

The box depicted three anthropomorphic adventurers, dressed in rather scant clothing and being attacked by a tentacled beast. It was almost erotic, not helped at all by the name "Lands of Luste; Erotic Fantasy Roleplaying Game".

"The shop had this in the back storage area, and I thought you and I could play it together!"

[god-abandon-me]

{open Starter} run away

*you were walking around the town doing whatever people do, and you saw this teen running for their life they saw you and told you don't tell them you saw me. Then she went into an alley way*

What do you do?

(tags @acezinspace @emdabitchass @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @least-favorite-hades-kid @penelope-is-waiting @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @aura-of-the-winds @lucifermorningstar-official @the-speedster-god @lethia-not-athena @/anyone )

(my master list)

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[pain-is-forever]

OPEN STARTER: ALL ALONE?

TW: Violence (?), mentions of injury

[It's the holiday season, the time people should spend especially close to their loved ones, time to be jolly and surrounded with kindness and love. That isn't the case for Theo. He had lit a small fire from old newspapers in an alleyway and placed a miserable looking tree consisting of a couple branches with dried up leaves stuck to them next to it. He looks like he's just been through hell, with fresh wounds on his arms and face and new bruises on his left cheek and under his right eye, the sword Karla gave him laying beside him, covered in monster dust. There seems to be something in his hand, it looks like a blanket, a very old one with holes and rips and dried up vomit on it.]

Happy Holidays, I fuckin' guess...

[He mutters as he wraps himself in the blanket and stares at the flames as the dried up leaves of his pitiful attempt at a tree catch fire and his creation starts burning, he doesn't seem to care about that though. He just stares blankly.]

TAGLIST (ask to be added or removed!! ^^):

@the-great-emperor-commodus @literally-tinker-bell @another-argo @steve-the-union-man

And everyone who sees this!

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: Trade Negotiations

Vior’va huffed as she stepped off her ship’s ramp, the dense and humid atmosphere of this planet hitting her like a slap across the face. The Gue’la were certainly extremely adaptive as far as predominant species and races in the galaxy went, but the fact that they actively chose to live on such uncomfortable and—in some cases—inhospitable planets…she didn’t know whether to consider it a mark of awe or foolishness, and she doubted they could explain it to her if she asked.

It briefly made her question the wisdom of those who had sent her—though, not enough to dissuade her from continuing forward. After all, she had been the one chosen for this mission, to deliver the peace accords and broker a potential alliance and trade agreement with this sect of the Imperium of Man. She had been chosen for her talents and skills of persuasion, and she would not fail her people when they needed her. She would return with success.

Success, and more than a bit of sweat, she noted as he fanned herself and panted softly.

[synsationss]

OPEN: OSCAR

As the trunk creaked open, revealing the shadowy figure of the hitman, a disarming smirk played across his lips.

"Surprise!" he quipped, his tone intoxicated with a charm disguised as something else. With a casual flick of his hand, he gestured for the restricted individual in the trunk to relax and be quiet. They were in the middle of nowhere, or as close to nowhere as Oscar could get by driving off path from the freeway. "I know, my trunk is not exactly the FountaineBleau, but hey, we make do with what we've got, right?" His words, laced with a twisted sense of humor, danced on the edge of danger as he flashed the glistening golden Beretta on his hip with a matching dagger on standby.

“If anything, just think of this as you caught between some bullshit. The main trouble isn’t really with you, but with someone you know.” His accent is as thick as the cold of the isolated patch of dirt woods he has the two of you surrounded by. “Your mamá never taught you not to hang with the wrong crowd?”

[child-of-harpocrates]

{open Starter} where is she?

*Ally has been gone for a month, gone without a trace. There was no note no nothing, that wasn't like her at all since she also left muskie behind which wasn't something she would do. It was a middle of the day and you were just walking around, maybe hoping you can find her. You saw Ally coming closer she was limping, her clothes were torn, she had bruises, cuts, she looked dehydrated, malnourished- wait were those handcuff imprints on her?*

What do you do?

(tags @acezinspace @emdabitchass @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @least-favorite-hades-kid @penelope-is-waiting @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @aura-of-the-winds @lucifermorningstar-official )

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(tell me if you want to be added or remove)

[lucifermorningstar-official]

{Open starter: Fire}

*Lucifer was sitting on a beach in Alfheim. In front of them was a couch that was on fire. They appeared to be sitting perfectly still, not even breathing. Nearby, a small but very long snake is sleeping.*

{ @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @apollo-ask-blog @h3r4-g0ddess @strongest-angel-in-heaven @athena-greek-goddess @the-goddess-of-chaos-eris @/anyone}

[demigod-jack-hearth]

Open starter

You hear sounds from cabin 21 and you go over to investigate.

you enter and see jack sitting in the corner with a knife close to his wrists, tears flowing from his face

What do you do?

@unhinged-as-hell @zariahthewitch @thegroovydaughterofhestia @beauty-queen-official @that-girl-cupid @ariathemortal @nicoswill2live @unproblematic-hestia @if-chaos-was-a-boy @the-wolf-of-ares @the-gods-strange-children @silena-daughterofaphrodite

[another-argo]

//OPEN STARTER//

I am not letting you getting in my way

Argo had healed up his wounds for the most part. To the point where he wasn't screaming out in pain every time he moved.

Argo still.. isn't supposed to have weapons. But that doesn't stop him from finding them.

Argo was in the mortal realm, searching for.. something. And because of his track record at camp- once they found out that he was just.. searching for something, they sent you to make sure he doesn't go all crazy again.

Argo treks through the forest, his combat boots crunching twigs and leaves. He has his hood up, the black of the sweater allowing him to blend into the night. He's wearing cargo jeans that have been stained by days of dirt- but he's made significant movement from Commodus's castle in the past few days. He's been moving so fast, in fact, that you can barely keep up.

But when it starts raining in the middle of the night, Argo finally stops walking.

"I know you're here," Argo calls in your general direction. "I'm not any danger right now. I'm just trying to get to my mother's house."

ANYONE CAN INTERACT

taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @orion-the-hunterpt2 @lilacnightshade @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @faceless-bugger @unlicensed-field-medic @the-great-emperor-commodus @the-eclipsed-sun