#open starter rp

[ask-karlachbear]

RP prompt (11/12/23).

The night started to dawn on the camp, most of the companions were still out on exploration, while a few others stayed back, Tav being one of them.

It was a long time since Tav had time to unwind, after weeks of traveling without a break, everyone agreed to set camp at least for a day.

If the tadpoles wanted to act up, moving or not was going to change little, especially since Ketheric was already taken care of. Everyone doubted the remaining chosens would be able to do much without Ketheric's stone.

Karlach was the first one making her way back to camp, she was humming a melody while playing with something, tossing and picking it over and over until she came to a halt in front of you.

She holds out her hand, on the palm sat a perfectly smooth rock of the color of sea foam.

"I got you a rock because it looked pretty". She smiled

[butibite]

~ OPEN STARTER

This isn't possible. He knows, despite all the wishing he did in his youth, that this is another daydream. Eventually he will wake up wherever he passed out, perhaps on a park bench or on his sofa and it will be back to what it was before. But Zayne also knows about opportunity, waiting for the right moment to strike, pausing before the end of something. So this may be a dream, but he's going to enjoy what he can from it.

He knows Linkon City, knows that is where he currently is (in this apparent dream that feels so different from all of his dreams). And that means he knows where the Hunter he dreams about lives. He knows the address, has it hardwired into his memory and he knows how to get there.

He walks, hands pressing into his black coat, it's early spring, warmer here than what he is used to. Or perhaps he's simply used to the cold. The apartment complex is the same one the doctor version of him has seen dozens of times before. Though he never goes inside, he always stays at a distance -- fool.

Dawnbreaker has no such regard he heads to the third floor, walks to the door he knows is the right one. And he knocks.

[brokenbcys]

does anyone have any open starters that I can answer? please like this so i can find them

[dad-nee-toh]

~Open Starter~

for anyone

A tall man with a commanding presence enters the coffee shop. He scans the room briefly before his eyes settle on you. With purposeful strides, he approached your table.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked, his voice deep and calm.

[chvmpcgnerps]

open to: m

muse: winona hartford portrayed by laura harrier

plot: two exs that can't seem to get over each other (can we argue and kiss in the rain pls? angst, fluff and all that)

winona couldn't help but laugh at her luck as she stood outside her car, looking at the keys sitting in her cupholder. she sighed heavily as she evaluated her options. her dad was out of town. she didn't want to feel silly calling the police, who likely couldn't help her. and then there was him... whom she hadn't spoken to in over two weeks. one of their longest breaks so far. her eyes welled up with tears as she grew frustrated with her current predicament. winona stared at their contact for what seemed to be 10 minutes. she shot him a quick text to include her pin. and as if her luck couldn't get worse, a fat rain droplet popped her on the forehead prompting her to divert her attention to the sky.

📲: hi, are you busy? locked my keys in the car.

[c0mplex-heroes]

OPEN STARTER // COFFEE HOUR // SERENA YANNA

It's a late hour, well it feels it. The winter nights were starting to crept in, the chill ever present each time someone opened the door. The darker it became, the less customers there were. Until eventually it was just Serena and some empty tables.

Serena... she's the spitting image of the maiden, Serena Yanna. A citizen of Camelot and wife of the knight, Arianna. But the days of Camelot are long gone and this isn't the same Serena... is it?

She still has the same smile, the same long golden locks. A smile she wears as someone enters the empty cafe. Would they recognize the maiden? Or were they just a typical customer? Either way Serena greets them as such.

"Hello there. You're in luck, there's plenty of choices of tables tonight. Just take a seat and I'll come take your order in a moment."

[handgiven]

open starter, modern day

"You seem cold."

That sort of observation came out faster than he'd had a moment to think about it. The truth was, the other was trembling and upon further consideration, Emmanuel realised there could have been plenty of reasons for that. Nonetheless, 'seeming cold' did not feel like too bad an assessment of the situation, and so he went along. "Would you like to borrow my jumper? I was not planning on wearing it, anyway."

[fallenmuses]

open to: F

"you know i love a good striptease," he chuckles as he lays on the bed. "but i'd like to get some of that too."

[bixchotaszn]

plot / starter call ! hello babies, my name is tatia and this is my new indie blog, its been a while but if you want a starter from any of my demons, just click the little heart and ill yeet myself into your DM's !

[justa-teacup]

[whenmirrorimagestalk]

Gwen wandered around the streets of the main city of Fontaine. It was strange to think that not too long ago the city was underwater, she decided to sit down at a cafe watching the meks go past and the Melusines go about doing their thing.

[just-death]

open: to all

"I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I hope that you're missing me cause it makes me feel young."

[little-blog-of-horrors]

Open starter - The cursed Prodigy [Winter Barnes]

Taking down agents had become as easy as breathing lately. But true to it's name, where she took the head of one, two more appeared. Using the strengths they gave her and turning it against them the only way she knew. By killing them all. Eventually they would run out of heads right?

So here she was, in the early morning hours, in the dark. Weaving between snow covered trees, and taking out each of the undercover operatives as they came. They would never let her go. No matter where she went, they found her. And she would die before she went back to Hydra.

The only problem was that she was running out of steam. How many bullets could she shrug off? How long could she sprint between them? How many of their bones could she break before she did as well? As out of breath as she was, she kept moving. She kept fighting, and kept pushing beyond her limits. Who was going to stop her? Certainly not them.

[brokenbcys]

like this if you have any open starters i can answer them/it. ♡

[pcrfectcrime]

pushing out my starters in the tags <33 would love some replies to a few of them!!

[chvmpcgnerps]

open to: anyone (f if romantic) @indiestarter

muse: kenneth "kenny" reid portrayed by tyler leplay

plot: the "olive theory" but with pickles, essentially y/m hates pickles and has stressed this hatred for pickles but over time, from being around kenneth or for whatever reason you have become more open to eating pickles.

kenneth had caught a glimpse of the pickle jar in their hand and didn't pay it much mind at first until it dawned on him what they were actually doing. his gaze had traced back to them and at that point he had stopped himself from the task that previously occupied him. he gestured toward the pickle jar, confusion visible along his features. "you don't even like pickles." he interrupted.