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w/ @brightstvrlights — dealer's choice
"Hey stranger, long time no see. What rock have you been hiding under?"
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𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐙 — 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 (@sebcastillo)
Axel wraps the meal up tight, still warm from the dinner rush and hoping to keep it that way, he feeds leftover remnants of the pasta carbonara in the makeshift Tupperware (mostly consisting of parchment paper and plastic wrap, as plastic bowls were hard to come by these days) and slipped in a few extra things, stuff that they don't always necessarily keep out for the general population. He figures Sebastian would be wrapped up with his shift by now, dusk nearing night and he's lucky enough that it isn't a long walk. About five minutes to his apartment and the receiver— of the fine delicacy of a half-assed meal that they had to cook in bulk—living across from him made it almost too convenient.
There's a low humming noise as he enters the apartment building, people readying to tuck in for the night and otherwise, he conquers the stairs and reaches Sebastian's door, knocking a couple times. He waits, briefly, figuring that maybe he got it wrong, maybe he was still at work. He scratches his forehead idly, feeling bad about leaving the food at his doorstep. But, it has his name on it and no one is that much of a dickhead to steal it—he hopes. He sighs, fully giving in and placing the food wrapped up in the paper bag in the small corner between his door and the frame that held it together. Axel's too exhausted to overthink it anyways, turning toward his apartment and fumbling with his key, bleary eyed and tired.
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@multipleoccupancy . Theo's family gets bigger
The Baudelaires had been in New York for a few days now, living in the house of their new guardian: Theodore Beneventi. New York reminded Violet of the town where she grew up, only bigger. Much, much bigger.
Mr. Beneventi, who had told them they could call him Theo, seemed like their most normal guardian so far. For starters, he was not afraid of turning on the stove, which was very nice, because it meant the Baudelaires could enjoy a warm meal for the first time in a few weeks. There were no snakes in the house either, which, to be fair, was to be expected. And of course, here, they were not ordered to do horribly long and difficult chores.
The other thing that differed from their last guardians, was that Theo already had a family. He had a wife, Andrea, two sons, and a baby daughter, who was already getting along great with Sunny.
Violet felt like their luck might have finally turned. Even the terrifying shadow of Count Olaf didn't seem as scary, considering that Theo was an FBI agent. She did not usually consider herself lucky, not since the terrible fire that had killed her parents, at least. But for the first time in months, she was feeling much more hopeful than usual.
And, it's with that noteworthy hopefulness that she left the room she shared with her siblings, and tip-toed to the kitchen. It was still early in the morning, but she was awake and craving a glass of milk.
"Good morning," she said politely when she saw that the kitchen area wasn't empty. Theo was already there. He was very nice, and she already felt comfortable around him, so she poured herself a glass of milk. "The view is very beautiful from here," she commented, not only to make conversation but also because it was true.
#got carried away setting the context xD no need to match#if anything needs changing lmk!#&(killian beneventi)#violet (there's no happy endings)#(closed starter)#multipleoccupancy
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@ismyverynaturethatofthedevil
Daniel was a bundle of nerves and excitement as he entered the bar. He hoped that he would meet someone tonight. Sure, he would like to get laid like any young man his age, but it was more than that. He hoped to meet someone special. Someone who was interesting and different than all of the other lame assholes Daniel had ever met. He was desperate for a real story, something no one else could write. He hoped that this would be the night that lightning would strike and illuminate his life.
He wasn’t exactly sure who he was searching for until his gaze stumbled upon him. The first thing Daniel noticed about him was how breathtakingly gorgeous this man was. Daniel was pretty sure he’d never seen anyone this devastatingly beautiful before. And there was something about him. Maybe it was his aura if you believed in that sort of thing. He seemed to radiate this electric energy that drew Daniel in like a magnet. He didn’t know what it was yet, but he just had a feeling that that this guy was unique. His gut told him that this guy had a story to tell. So he approached him and tried his best to act confident and cool.
“I mean, if something happens, I’m cool,” Daniel said. It was no secret to Daniel that a lot of queer people frequented this particular bar. Maybe he’d be extra lucky and he’d get a story as well as getting laid. Would someone so gorgeous and mysterious actually go for him though? “But I really want to interview you.”
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𝒶𝓋𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓍 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝓍 𝒷𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈
Ava was nervous to meet the Avengers. She had been told great things about them, and Stephen obviously looked up to them in more ways than one, so the stakes was high, but when she met them? Oh god, she was so happy it went okay. She got along with Natasha right away, and Tony also was cool. Steve intimidated her, but that was only because she knew Captain America was still, after all these years, America´s sweetheart. Ava had on her cute summer dress that hugged her upperbody, it was wavy around her legs, reaching mid tigh, she had beautiful long legs, blond hair, light make up. She was simply a natural beauty. She wore some white heels aswell, wanting to be on her bed behaviour... atleast for now. Ava was a short girl, 5´1. "So, you still need to meet the last two, Bucky and Clint, they are actually a couple," Natasha explained and nodded softly smiling a bit. "Hey guys!" Natasha spoke, and Ava couldn´t help but have her jaw drop just at how hot they are, and together? They where absolutely to swoon for. Ava swallowed and nodded clearing her throat, getting her anxiety in check before she walked over and held her hand out for them and smiled softly. "I´m Ava. I´m joining you guys from now on," she spoke gently, however she was weak in the knees just by how hot they where.
Bucky and Clint hadn’t really been paying too much attention to the comings and goings at the tower today. It was their day off and they were much more caught up with getting to spend some quality one on one time with each other.
They’d been together for a few months now, but there had been at least a full year of flirting and a certain super-soldier figuring out his sexuality and realizing he could let himself be happy if he wanted to. They were well and truly in their honeymoon phase, where sex was exciting and they wanted to try out so many different things, and they just wanted to live in each other’s pockets whenever they could.
They were cuddled up, playing MarioKart on the couch in the Avengers common area when Natasha came in with the rather pretty blonde. They both looked up and Clint jumped to his feet. “Oh yeah?” he asked, coming over and offering her his hand. “Welcome to the team. What can you do? Laser eyes? I hope it’s Laser eyes.”
“Clint,” Bucky scolded. “Give her some breathing room.”
#inbox#closed starter#norabarnes143#winterhawk rp#winterhawk x oc rp#clint bucky ava#the unicorn#marvel rp
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// closed starter for @norabarnes143
Tony had been up for a few days now. He wasn’t great at sleeping at the best of times, but since the whole ‘hole-in-the-sky-with-aliens-pouring-out�� debacle, he’d been having nightmares. He was scared to go back to sleep, not that he’d admit that to anyone.
He’d been distracting himself in the lab when he wasn’t actively out being Iron Man or taking meetings with people. Since the Battle for New York, he’d made twenty-three new versions of his Iron Man armor. All the different versions lined the walls of his workshop in different cases.
He was waning though. In the past when he felt like this, he’d head out to a club, pick out someone to take home, and hope the sex would give him an endorphin high that would get him a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. Tonight, he went to the communal kitchen to make himself the strongest coffee he could.
When he stepped into the room he was surprised to find Clint up. “Hey, Legolas,” he said, beelining to the coffee machine. “Can’t sleep?”
#tony stark rp#closed starter#tony stark#iron man rp#marvel rp#tony x clint#ironhawk#ironhawk rp#hooking up#roleplay#norabarnes143
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Closed starter
(Cw for body image issues and maybe some self blame. This one shouldn't be too bad hopefully)
You hadn't seen Glykera in a bit, which wasn't all that unusual, but you hadn't seen her anywhere around camp so far. She wasn't even in the Hephaestus cabin.
Somehow, you got into Bunker 9. That's where she hung out a good bit of the time, right? It was a huge bunker. That much was a given. Loads of parts and machines everywhere. In the midst of it all, off to the side, Glykera just... sat. She wore a looser chiton than usual so that it wasn't as form-fitting and she hugged her stomach. At least she was sitting? Usually, she would find some way to make herself work and clean.
@mache-of-greece @fire-boy-official @iceweavercatlover @melissathetherapist @luck-is-crucial @the-prince-telemachus @superbstarlightsheep @dianedantedominic @ithacas-prince @verdammte @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues @when-fate-is-mistaken @unhinged-as-hell
#willows pjo ocs ♡#glykera of greece#pjo roleplay#pjo rp#pjo fandom#pjo hoo toa#pjo oc#pjo#pjo open starter#closed starter#pjo oc blog#pjo oc rp#pjo ocs#pjo rp starter#pjo rp blog#pjo rpg
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[ Closed Starter for @looking-for-roleplay ]
Ever since Detective Mark Hoffman had made eye contact with FBI Agent Peter Strahm, he’d plagued his thoughts like a phantom. There was no room in his mind to be distracted by such simple things and yet he often found himself staring at his ceiling at night, thinking about the witty Agent who always seemed to be pissed off about something. Leading a double life had been so easy for the last couple of years once he’d found his rhythm. The whiskey and bourbon did a good job of drowning out the pain and regret. Maybe it was true that if you lied enough, you’d start to believe it.
Washing the blood off of his gloves for what seemed like the thousandth time, he felt his flip phone buzz. It was probably the office. Maybe a lead. It didn’t help that Strahm was like a goddamned bloodhound trying to sniff out the killer. Once he’d dried his hands off, he looked at his phone and noticed that it was Chief Matthews. He’d requested that Mark come in the next day on his day off to work on the case. Mark sighed and answered ‘Sounds good’, shoving it back into his pocket so he could get back to what he’d been doing.
When he finally walked into the office the next morning, dark circles were evident under his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping, nor would he start now. Glancing up to see Peter Strahm with that hip cocked out as he leaned over something, he felt that nagging feeling that said ‘don’t let him get to you’.
“Morning,” he grumbled over his coffee, sliding past him to grab the files for the case. “You’re here bright and early.”
His tone indicated that it was a jab.
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@forgivenpunishment // guess we're camping for the night
Traveling while there were outages was something ill-advised all across the planet. Even moreso when it wasn't just some localized thing-- with nearly an entire quadrant just one big question mark in terms of gang activity, weather patterns and a number of other hazards common to a hellish sand planet, no one knew what was going on and most public broadcasts were pretty heavy-handed in reminding everyone to stay safe, and not travel anywhere outside the influence of Octovern and May, labeling the entire area in-between as a dead zone until further notice.
How the cities themselves managed to get away without a scratch, though, no one was sure. But there was quite an uproar building about leaving the active cities and settlements not within their jurisdictions to the wolves...
Especially at the start of sandstorm season.
Vash was doing his part as passenger by keeping an eye out for trouble where Wolfwood couldn't as they went along their merry way, driving across a massive expanse of nothing but sand and half-ruined structures (which he assumed were old rest stops and brave attempts at making camp, torn down by weather and time), headed towards the first set of coordinates given to them by people in the last town. There, they'd said, they could find a couple of Plants who wouldn't see engineers for quite some time still-- and yeah, it was nearly a three hour drive, but get out there, calm them down and get them working again? That would hasten some of the recovery for people and places at least a hundred iles out. Maybe more, if they were willing to share.
So of course Vash-- ever the altruist --insisted that they give it a shot.
They were getting fairly close when the Plant spotted it: the beginnings of a storm gathering on the horizon. A dark smattering of wind, sand and lightning; not directly in front of them, but coming at them from the side, and coming at them fast. They had maybe half an hour, tops, before it caught up to them; Vash relayed this information to Wolfwood and the pair quickly detoured from their course, seeking out the closest structure that had a ceiling and four(ish) walls before the storm could strand them out in the open.
What they found wasn't... perfect, but it was definitely good enough. An old wooden structure with scuffed-up glass in it's windows, and big double doors still firmly on their hinges that Angelina could fit through to keep her out of the storm, too. It... had clearly had more floors at some point in the past, but the floor between the first and former-second floor was still there to provide them coverage, as well.
It was the best they could do on such short notice; the winds were already howling when they rolled up, and kicked up wisps of sand and dirt up and around their legs as they hurried the three of them inside. A bonafide blessing in the middle of nowhere.
"Yeah, this doesn't look like it has plans to let up any time soon..." Vash said idly, frowning out the window. Flashes of lightning and ominous, rumbling thunder overhead appeared to agree with him as he turned to face his companion, walking back into the center of the room.
"Guess we're sandwiched until further notice. Just glad we got here before it got dark..."
#curtains up ✧〗( ic )#unmade ✧〗( main verse )#duty read! commence ✧〗( closed starter )#he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment )#( WHY IS THIS SO LONG I AM SORRY )#forgivenpunishment thr 09
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The Princess's Secret (Closed rp with @the-blackbird-roleplays)
Viola lets out a sigh as she finishes getting ready for the day, straightening out any wrinkles in her dress. She knew today was going to be another day of performing her royal duties, and that also unfortunately means another day of her father trying to marry her off to another egotistical and snobbish prince or duke.
She lets out another soft breath before she opens the door to her bedroom and steps out into the main hallway, smiling when she sees the head of the royal guard and her main bodyguard Leo waiting for her. A soft, barely visible pink blush on her cheeks as she stood in front of her Faunus bodyguard... and secret love.
"Good morning, Leo. I hope you're ready for whatever the day... or father... has planned for us." She says, hesitating slightly before she mentioned the king.
@the-blackbird-roleplays
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w/ @demidevildiva — dealer's choice
"You are kidding right? You look hot as all hell in that outfit, so whatever internal monologue is telling you otherwise, ignore it."
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𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐙 — 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 (@florxrodriguez)
Axel finds that even with everything going on, he could still make time for the little stuff. Florencia liked to pop up and check in on and him at random times and while Axel wasn't well-versed in just the type of person she was outside of what she showed him in their brief talks, she seemed like a steadfast individual with a good head on her shoulders. And he tries not to look down on the younger residents so negatively, he shouldn't. But, some of them and their reckless abandon has put the QZ in danger more times than necessary. Luckily, Florencia didn't seem like that type.
Axel is somewhere in the middle of a breakfast rush, flipping pancakes on auto-pilot until he hears that familiar lilt of her voice over the sizzling of the stovetop and quickly burning bacon. He turns to her with a smile, "Buenos días!" It's the one phrase he's managed to retain since they started their—what started as a joke on Axel's behalf—Spanish lessons. He's a little too pleased with himself as he continues, "Fuckin' nailed it, didn't I? You hungry?"
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How unbelievably embarrassing. Him, the great Bakura, the master of stealth, the clear know-it-all of everything... got locked out his own house again. This time, however, with his lockpicking set still inside. He'd forgotten it when he left that morning.
And now, with nowhere else to go, he was at his doorstep like a stray. What a nightmare. It was one thing if he was here for... literally anything else. It's another when you need something.
Without a word, face tinged red, he knocked with the side of his fist.
"Atem! It's me, open the door!" He barked, stepping back with his arms crossed. He looked impatient, annoyed, and most importantly: like a wet cat. It poured rain the entire way over. Even the sky wanted to point and laugh at him.
@kitxkatrp
#kitxkatrp#☾ || Meeting at the Crossroads (Closed Starter)#♤ || Dance with the Devil (Threads)#♨ || Not Even Hell Itself Wants Us (V: Modern Marvels)
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@symphonyofmalice
Daniel was wandering the city in search of a story. He had no destination in mind. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for, but knew he’d recognize it when he saw it. He needed a real unique story, something that would make his career and that no one else could write.
The sound of music drew him in. He found himself watching a performer busking on the corner. The young man was ridiculously pretty. The melancholy music seemed to flow from his very soul. The violin was an extension of himself. Daniel was in awe. He’d never seen anything like it.
A small crowd had gathered, a few of them dropping money for the talented performer. Daniel waited until the other people had dispersed, then he approached the musician. “You’re incredible,” he blurted out, immediately embarrassing himself. “I mean, I’m a journalist. My name’s Daniel Molloy and I’d love to interview you.”
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Closed starter 🎬
Riley's life has been changed since her first big role in the movie. Too small for the Hollywood's first line but extremely important for a beginner in the industry. She did it and she was so happy! People began to recognize her, meet her on the street and ask her for photos and autographs. This was the dream come true!
But she didn't want to stop on one role. Riley Page has her long way to the top and now she was just on the first stage of her new life. That's why her friend-manager suggested her to try herself in different ways. One of them was a casting for a music video for a band called Metallica. Who were they even? Some dirty guys playing noisy music? Riley was sceptical about it but her manager assured her that they were one of the hottests things in America, and that this collaboration will help them both.
Whilst her team did all the paper work, Riley was preparing for her take. Just some acting warm-up and she'll be the best. But once she entered the room she was flabbergasted. There was a ton of pretty chicks of different nations, races and even body types! Riley gulped, sitting near one of the girls in the line. "Are they all here for the casting?", she asked quietly but got only a sarcasmic chuckle. "First time here? Never thought that someone doesn't know how the "casting" goes for the metal bands", the girl said with a smirk, making Riley feeling anxious. Was there something she didn't know?
@het-field
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potions class drama
Rp partner: -> @drarryshipperandsnover
{ Contains BL. }
{ Harry x Draco }
{ Plot: enemies to lovers }
{ Harry was distracted by whatever was in front of him, he was trying to write notes about what he was supposed to but the thing in front of him was making it harder for him to make notes. } “ What even is this anyways.. is this supposed to be a globe of some sort.. I’m so confused. “ {Harry was looking at the thing, he couldn’t break eye contact with it, he was minding his own business though. That’s kind of all that mattered to him. }
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