#tw open rp

[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

[midwinter-momento]

Fuuck I’m hungover.. may aswell just drink again

[i-am-not-rapunzel]

Open starter with lore

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For the most part, Tina had been pretty happy-go-lucky since she arrived. She had gotten a loving partner, many new friends, and had started learning about her abilities as a witch and child of Apollo. But her memory still remained foggy.

Nobody quite knew why Tina went to camp half-blood. Tina remembered that she was running from something, but not what she was running from. From what she could recall, she had a loving family, and hadn’t seen a monster in her life. But she ran to find camp half-blood anyways.

Could she have been fleeing from the source of the scars that littered her body? Or from some memory-snatching demon? Did her brain register things as too traumatic and block it out? Only time would tell. And today, tell it did.

Tina had cast a spell to help with her lost memory a few days ago. It wasn’t anything too powerful, one of her first attempts at witchcraft. This morning, she had noted that the spell seemed to be working, as her existing memories had become sharper. But during lunch, Tina’s demeanor changed completely. Her once laid-back attitude became standoffish and blunt. The air around her was eternally tense. She just seemed… off.

Like she wasn’t quite herself.

What do you do?

Tags: @that--one-person @gremlinlotusannonhere @child-of-proteus @it-was-always-burning @maggiemelodies09 @/all

(If someone wants to be added or removed from this taglist please lmk!)

[notquitebuckybarnes]

Open Roleplay Starter

(TW: mental breakdown, vague bit of self-harm and small description of suicidal thoughts)

Bucky sat in a dirty alleyway, shadows swallowing his form so he wasn't to be seen. Something that he wanted right now. No, he needed it. If nobody saw him — noticed him in general — then he couldn't do more damage at least. God, he wasn't even sure in which country he was right now. What he knew through was that his head hurt like someone had tried to split it open from the inside. He knew what that meant and feeled like he would vomit yet nothing came out. He lifted his right hand, fingers burying itself in his scalp. It had happened again. HYDRA. The trigger words. It didn't matter what Bucky did. He always hurt someone. Over and over again.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tears escaping nonethelessly at the side of his face and dropped to the ground. He had brought Viktor Malric Finn and Callum and even another variant of himself that also had the trigger words. His titanium hand fisted the fabric of his dark combat pants. Viktor had given it to him so he would be 'proper equipped'. Yet another thing on the repeating list. How often would such things happen, would someone use this goddamn words? What if next time he wouldn't ''only'' abduct and imprison minors and variants, but kill again?

... Perhaps Steve had been good to leave. Perhaps it would be better for everyone if Bucky would just rot in some high security cell of some government. Or just would end it all together.

He couldn't hurt anyone then anymore. Not as the Winter Soldier, not as Bucky and not intentional or unintentionally. Never again.

Yeah, that sounded like a responsible idea.

((@ireallyliketacosokay and at everyone who wants or thinks about to join: Just do it!))

[hoshi-neko-hikari]

Ablest Karen (open rp)

Ever since Hikari was diagnosed with dyspraxia or DCD, miss Karen has been making her life a living hell. Saying stuff like:

“Oh, so you’re one of those now? *scoff* you know you’re just faking to get attention”

“So you’re just a clumsy r-word? What else is new?”

“DCD isn’t real. You’re just making it up cuz you’re stupid and lazy.”

Or she would make Hikari’s work hard on purpose to try and prove she was faking or just to make her miserable.

This ended up with Hikari losing a lot of self-confidence and hiding her DCD in public.

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @ravensroleplays @gorefieldsworld @welcome-to-random-characters-2 @puppy-boy-toby and anyone else who wants to join

[serenastark-official]

📍Location: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night

TW: Mention of blood and injuries

The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.

Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.

The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.

She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.

"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.

[daily-public-domain]

Day 228: Skull Men On Horses

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–This image is part of the public domain, meaning you can do anything you want with it! (you could even sell it as a shirt, poster or whatever, no need to credit it!)–

[zions-wishes]

* It hurt. God, this fucking hurts.

Zion was shivering. This wasn't normal, not even for the family. Yet here they were, bound and stuck in one of the baptismal pools. They had to wash away their sins, after all. But it'd been so long. No one had checked on them. Without their sight, the only thing keeping them company was the dripping condensation. It was driving them mad.

They'd text a few friends before coming to visit their family.

I want to check on my brothers.

Maybe i can get a few more clothes.

Maybe they've changed.

No. The devil was still festering inside of Zion. And visiting was a mistake - now, Zion was fearing they wouldn't leave until their demons were washed away. Even if it killed them.*

[cotton-ii-creme]

ꗃ logging on... loading..... ❀ oak is online !! ❀ ╰┈➤ drew my character Kei, though im censoring the picture due to the frustrating fact that some people associate revealing clothing with NSFW content... click keep reading if you want to see the image + character lore, scroll past if not interested

Kei (she/her) is a subspecies of succubi, called Furorians. she lives and spends her time in the castle with her twin brother, Kai and her father, Moonblind. She's 25 years old and is a future teller. some people believe she's faking, but her abilities are very true and very real. She has 5 eyes, two below her main and one under the headress/crown she wears. Moonblind's kingdom is located in a hot desert area, which is why they wear revealing clothing and such. Moonblind is also their only parent. I've been making this universe for 6+ years omfg and im still not done.

shes hot <3

[katherine-fisk]

Let's start this morning off with a kick -

I threw up blood just now.

:)

[basically-a-god]

Open RP Starter

TW- panic attack

*You walked into the Hermes cabin, looking around and seeing it was empty. You could hear some weird sounds from the bathroom though, so you decided to go and see what it was since the door was cracked open. The first thing you saw was Robin hunched over the sink, hiding her head in her hands. Her breathing sounded more like gasps, and her eyes were squeezed shut.*

[theseance444]

Bail or Jail - Open RP starter

((or, Klaus calls for bail. Could be one of his siblings, or could be a wrong number call! Open to anyone 21+))

“You're receiving a call from [T H E C I T Y] Police Department,” a robotic voice announced to the answering machine. After a moment, a beep followed, and the somewhat manic voice of Klaus Hargreeves took over.

“Heeeey, my best sibling! It's me, your favorite brother—! Listen, you know, uh—remember the old dive bar, down the street from Griddy’s? Well, the owner's an asshole, first of all. You can take that to the bank and smoke it. Apparently I was ‘disturbing the peace’ or something—” Klaus seemed to barely pause to breath, in between the lightly slurred rambling. “Swear to God—that little bitch—I was just enjoying my night when the cops showed up! I'm being—I'm being unjustly detained,” he added, raising his voice enough for said cop to hear.

In the distance, another voice could be heard. “Wrap it up, Hargreeves!”

“Listen, you gotta get me outta here. The other guy in here smells like eggs, and you know I'm a shy pooper!” Klaus quickly tried to reason. There was a pause, as the police officer said something in the background. “Alrighty, that's my cue — hey, you're gonna come get me though, right? You wouldn't leave me here, right? I'll love you forever, okay byyyye—!”

The recording cut off with a sharp click! For not the first, and definitely not the last time, Klaus was begging to be bailed out of trouble. All he could hope now was that he'd dialed the right number.

[rin-ran]

open starter!!

(I'd like to dedicate this one to my family for making me want to SCREAM this Christmas!!)

TW: SELF HARM!! OH MY GOD!! THERE'S SO MUCH ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY!!! +other things that relate to sh! (and maybe familial mentions) keep yourselves safe and healthy yall

don't interact if you can't handle the content matter, love you all and I'll see you in the next one!

Rin is sitting in another field, but this time.. the entire field is dead- not just the small section around them.

The night is pitch black, and so are Rin's eyes.

They're holding a piece stygian iron, seemingly broken off of a larger sword.

They're sitting in a tank top and shorts, having shed their sweatpants and jacket close by them. However, the items of clothing are seemingly ash at this point.

The clothing allows you to see their arms- littered with faded scars- and their legs, with newer ones.

What do you do?

[thewheelofrp]

"Welcome to Mornin' Glory Milking farm! I'm Daisy." she greeted the stranger with a bright smile while doing a cute curtsy. "Are you a client? Or a new employee?"

[angelsdvsts]

♡ open to m/f/nb ! ♡ muse: iridescent choi, early-twenties ♡ connection: open to any <3

curiosity runs deep wondering what it would be like to be under the substances, nose scrunches up as she watches the other light up a joint. "give me a puff," iridescent teasingly states, as she bumps the other’s shoulders.

[who-tf-eats-their-children]

Open Starter - Sins Of Thy Father

Some days, Kronos wondered if it would have just been easier to consume his children. It would have certainly meant less crying, less bumps and bruises, less lectures, less frustration, less parenting. It's not like it would be a surprise, given the fact that he had been 'oh so willing' to cut their father into a thousand pieces and cast them deep into Khaos, and how 'natural' he seemed to look covered in ichor (Primordial Hemera's words, not his), but in those thoughts, he also wonders how he'll be able to look his beloved wife in the eye. If he'd be able to keep up that act, playing the innocent or leaning so far into it he'd lose everything just to give into that darkness his father carved deep into him. "You are a lot like me," he'd say those very few times he'd allow them Above and one of those fewer times he'd let his children into his presence, and even now Kronos can't push down the utter disgust that came from that thought. But... he also can't seem to stand the waiting. The paranoia, jumping at every shadow and twisting and turning each night waiting for his father to get one over on him again. He's the King of the Cosmos now, but it seems like even a King has their own King puppeteering them. What a joke (and oh how easy it would be).

You are roaming--or possibly seeking--when you spot him sitting on a supposedly random mountain in the middle of nowhere (the first and last place Kronos dared speak against his father). There is nothing to his expression or aura, but you feel yourself being tugged his direction anyway. He's sitting on the grass, facing the sunset, looking perhaps... mortal. Manly. Human.

What do you do?

@daonedaonlysk @aura-of-the-winds @least-favorite-hades-kid @littlest-sunbeam-of-hermes @sophia-hunter-of-artemis @xolues-child-of-aelous @unhinged-waterlilly @overlyprotectiveheadcounselor @another-argo @ravensonofdionysus. Once again, the taglist is simply made up of people that seem interested/I've interacted with before, so please feel free to tell me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist :))