#rp open starter

[pain-is-forever]

OPEN STARTER:

"I bet you don't feel lighter." No, I don't feel lighter.

TW: Derealization, minor(?) injury

Theo's been dealing with some things lately, but he just can't think of any solution to any of his problems. He feels bad for it, for not being able to help, no matter how much he tries. Now that he's seen the state Argo was in when he left him in that cell, he feels... horrible as ever.

He had to shadow travel away, he couldn't stay with his brother any further. It was clear Argo didn't want him there, and he would respect his brother's wishes... most of the time. Once he made sure Argo was back in control and relatively safe — or at least knew he'd claim to be safe — he left.

Though, something happened when he was in that cell. The Death Mist surrounded him at one point, and refused to leave him since. He did manage to briefly rid his hands from it, but it was only temporary and he's not sure he can bounce back from this as easily as he though he could back when it all started. It's cold. Really, really cold.

You find him in the forest again, standing in the shadow of a tree. Though, it's... not really him. It's more so a cloud of mist, or at least it looks to be that. A cloud of mist in a vaguely humanoid shape, with... some unnatural coloration to it. Almost like human skin. What could convince some that it really is Theo are the greenish-red blobs visible on the cloud's form. Around where a human chest would be, and the most of them are around where the heart would be.

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[bluejeanbaby]

open to: m/f/nb plot: bastian is a p*rnstar and has been hiding it

"You understand this is why I hid this from you right? Because you were going to react like this. This is how everyone always reacts." Bastian complained, doing his best not to get too heated. He had thought this relationship would really last. That they had a shot. "If I had been honest from the start would you have even dated me?" he asked blankly.

[antinous-is-alive]

Open Starter: The Gods Have Made A Mistake...

*Ianthe walked. She just walked. She needed that image out of her head... The image of her father. Oh, she was about to start a war with these Gods. Mortal or not...*

*The simple rage of a daughter. Wanting to take revenge for someone she saw as a real father. One more than her biological one could ever be.*

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[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Open starter that anyone can reply to.

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It was an old habit, one that he had managed to break for a while. However, old habits die hard and Hajime knew very well how impossible they seemed to be to truly kill. It was a late night at the studio, and he had been recording for what felt like forever. The last time he had seen the outside world, the sun was still fairly high in the sky. Now, the moon seemed to have perfectly taken his place, and the cigarette smoke actually looked rather elegant drifting across it.

He was still outside of the studio building, though now he was preparing to start the walk home with his guitar slung across his back. Honestly, he looked forward to the walk. He was even debating taking the longer way just to properly stretch his legs out from sitting nearly all day. The grumbling of his stomach that absolutely would've broken the peace for anyone within earshot only confirmed the path he would take.

"Alright, alright. Let's get something to eat." Reassuring his stomach that food was absolutely guaranteed for the trip, he began making his way down the street as he took another drag from his cigarette. "I say this will ease up soon, but we both know it starts back up for summer. Who knew so many people tried to put out music like this?" Of course, Hajime was talking to himself, but with seemingly no one around, he didn't mind looking a little bit crazy with his conversation.

[exquisitexagony]

open to anyone!! plot: thanksgiving starter because sami is a precious chef who deserves to own their own pastry shop tbh

"Can you turn on the faucet for me?"

The words came gently from the other corner of the kitchen as Sami turned around, holding their hands out for a wash. They had just finished stuffing the turkey and popped it into the oven. A warm smile.

"Thank you for coming to help...It's-- I usually just do this all myself, but having an extra pair of hands is very...." He licked his lips, shrugging as he ran his hands under the warm water in the sink. "I dunno, it's more fun this way."

[dark-lina]

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[dxrkhexrtmuses]

The Red Blade

Mel’ja was a hunter. She killed with a purpose and very few times for sport, and now was the sport. She was testing her equipment, making sure everything was in working order. The Elite of the hunters in her clan the Red Fang. Like all yautja, they marked themselves after their victories after defeating their biggest game, but Mel’ja did not mark her body, she marked the skulls of her prey and displayed them for all to see, and she kept a select few on her person at all times as keepsakes, memories of her favorite prey.

At the moment, she was at her ship, door wide open showing more trophies and the technology inside. Everything flashing bright red her language flowing from the screens like small red rivers. Smack dab in the middle of her cockpit, there was a small projection of the map of the area, the forest around her, and she was currently updating her arm computer with the map’s contents.

Her yautja mask on her face, hiding all expression from any who would walk up to her, her pure purple skin shining red from the ship’s monitors looking as if she had just bathed in blood. Her long and surprisingly perfect looking dreadlocks hung around her shoulders and gently fell whenever she’d move her head. It was clear she was strong, her muscles showed past her armor that seemed to look as if it protected nothing, but all yautja had “open” armor. Their armor didn’t really cover much, but it was that way so they could move freely and also to make prey think they could harm them. Yautja though, where excellent hunters and used all to their advantage.

Whoever was stupid enough to walk up to her, would be in for a rude awakening, Yautja didn’t play around.

[fcllederage]

open to: mutuals only, no gender preference connection: a good friend, significant other, sister, friend with benefit, the barman at the club, whoever floats your boat. @indiestarter

A loud laugh escaped the bright pink lips as the queen threw her head back, long blonde hair wiping back over her shoulders. Her head was spinning madly and she was barely able to stand on her feet. Long fingers were grasping at the bar counter as her free hand reached for the cocktail glass that she had not yet emptied. And yet, it was the sixth one. At least. "What do you mean I'm drunk? I'm not!" she snickered, taking a long sip of Cosmopolitan while giving the other a playful glance.

The gigantic queen whirled on her heels. A few drops of cocktail spilled over on her delicate fingers but she did not care. Oh, but she was drunk. Not just drunk enough, she thought, as she was still aware of everything happening around her. Especially the person standing in front of her and giving her an angry glare. "What? It's not alcohol! Just some Disney magic!"

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

Didn’t sleep. I’ve had…*counts*…four espresso shots.

Bae at work for the week, drafts are empty. Missing rp partners.

Fill my drafts: MUSES. | OPENS. | MEMES. | PLOTS. | WANTED

[mischiefandnightmares]

Starter Call Open

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[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.

[pain-is-forever]

OPEN STARTER

My rocketship is human bone and skin.

Theo has run off to the forest again. Why? Who the hell knows! But he's spent a concerning amount of time there (nearly the entire day), and some people could get worried if he doesn't come back home soon. So, someone had to go out and look for him.

When wandering the forest, you start hearing things, maybe, if you knew Theo really well, you'd recognize a small voice as his. It sounded like he was talking to someone, but there was no other voice there, and you couldn't exactly make out what he was saying, either.

If you were to come closer, you'd start recognizing words. "What if I just let myself freefall?" And then the sound of a body hitting a tree. "Ow- okay bad idea, makes the circumstances worse actually, got it." Then the sound of Theo sitting down in the grass, and a while later laying down. "What if I let my mind wander aimlessly? Clear my head and stuff?" If you had a good look on him you'd see him closing his eyes and hear him exhaling deeply.

After a moment, the body sat up, eyes slowly opening. You couldn't see them clearly just yet, but something felt... off. Then, the mouth smiled as Theo(?) felt around his body, almost as if to check if this is real.

"It worked!" A way more feminine voice rang out, much as Theo's own voice was similar to the one that spoke just now, his was definitely at least a little deeper. Then, Theo(?) looked around and spotted you, but his eyes were... fully pink. And glowing. "Uh... Hi?"

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[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

[antinous-is-alive]

Open Starter: Help From Below...

*Ianthe walked up to the shoreline, right by the docks where ships sailed in and out of port. In her hands was a knife, and a map.*

*She was currently looking at said map, and managed to locate the location of the rift between the living and Underworld, and where it should be.*

*She glanced at the ships, and sighed. She had asked the royals about giving her a crew to take her to the Underworld, and, they obliged. Most likely only because she didn't tell them who her adoptive father was...*

*Yet, she knew she couldn't just leave without saying anything...*

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[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Open starter that anyone can reply to

(TW for blood, death, and cannibalism)

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It wasn't how Lucy had predicted his evening would go. A special order had come in to his little dumpling shop and he was more than happy to fulfill it. It just took time. After all, could it be a special ingredient if it was so easy to obtain? No. It would be a basic ingredient. In fact, this 'special ingredient' required extra work. Not that the man really had an issue with the work, most of the time.

Tonight, his ingredient just insisted on creating extra work than usual.

It was risky, and annoying. Noises coming from the seemingly tiny building that he hadn't counted on, nor fully prepared for. His easy target turned out not to be so easy, but he knew the meat would be flavorful.

With a loud sigh, he looked down at the body laying at his feet and gave it a harsh kick from a platformed foot. "Are you finally done? You're ridiculous. This is going to take so much longer to clean up. Are you happy?!" The anger in the man's voice was clear, as well as how deep it came from the extremely feminine looking male. Leaning down, his bloodied hand grabbed a handful of hair on the dead man's head and lifted it up. "Were you hoping to get an upskirt? A panty shot?! Is that why you fought so much?" Rolling his eyes, he started to drag the body back towards his tiny dumpling shop. They had come within a few feet of the main street in the struggle, but fortunately it didn't seem anyone had been nearby.

"Even in death you're noisy..." He mumbled as the body seemed to careless drag against random boxes and the like lining the small alley. "You better hope there aren't any customers waiting for me when I get back inside..." Lucy was truly hoping there weren't any customers. After all, he had forgotten to bring a change of clothes to work and hated making customers wait for a table while he had to clean up. Then again, that was easier than trying to greet them with a face covered in blood.

[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?

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