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ask-karlachbear · 6 months
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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
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butibite · 28 days
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~ OPEN STARTER
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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.
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brokenbcys · 1 month
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like this if you have any open starters i can answer them/it. ♡
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c0mplex-heroes · 7 months
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OPEN STARTER // COFFEE HOUR // SERENA YANNA
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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."
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devilbond · 2 months
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open to: anyone ( they already know each other ) muse: beatrice morningstar. 200+. hellborn princess of hell. plot: you're either friend or foe, bea is still surprised to find you in the hotel.
"what the fuck are you doing here?" beatrice questions, her nose scrunching up as she looks the visitor up and down. "should i go get you charlie... or...?"
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handgiven · 9 months
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open starter, modern day
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"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."
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fallenmuses · 3 months
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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."
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bixchotaszn · 5 months
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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 !
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justa-teacup · 7 months
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healingceleste · 1 year
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Open starter: open to mutuals and non-mutuals
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" i won't break, you know....you don't need to be gentle. "
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lemusegallery · 2 years
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Kaiba is basically enjoying a day off from work so he can have a time on his birthday.
He will be certain that some people will send him salutes and gifts. As well as the possibility to duel him.
Either way, he is at Domino's City Plaza enjoying the fountain and the falling leaves around him.
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kruel-kreator · 2 years
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"What's the kindest way to say, The End."
[CW: HEAVY DAMAGE]
Jesse's eyes softly opened as he sat up from the floor, he felt something bothersome under his gut so he reached, and felt what he could only think were glass shards. Great, he must've fallen on his glasses and off his bed, the dried tears in his eyes felt more annoying than they should.
He sighed quietly as he got up, holding up from his bed-side table, feeling the stab of one of the little glass pieces through his red colored hoodie, flinching as he took it out and threw it to the side, quietly making his way to the door, eyes squinting to make out as much as they could in the dark.
The creator made a quiet "mh" sound when he walked straight into the door, opening it quietly and walking out of his room. The second floor, he's on the second floor. Jesse made his way to the stairs, they looked so long, but he needs to make it down. He takes one step, then two, then wrong, and he falls.
Barely a gasp escapes him as he feels the wind as he falls, now laying at the bottom of the stairs, he feels something wet on his head and he doesn't even need to touch it to know exactly what it is. He's crying again, without even noticing, this time he struggles to get up, grabbing from the railing of the stairs that failed him to get up.
He's grabbing at his side, looking down at the ground. Jesse looks up, closes his eyes for a second, then begins to walk again. He huffs as he locates the windows near the doorway, stumbling his way over there, opening the door, and walking through not bothering to close it.
The cold stone path felt like it was killing his feet as the little stones dug into his sensitive skin, he can't see, outside is so bright and everything hurts. The sidewalk feels terrible against him, his head is light and all the colors are mixing together.
Jesse barely manages to take a breath in before he almost collapses, holding onto the stone wall that rounds his home, coughing up a black substance that disgusts his taste, before starting to walk.
He walked a fair distance down the empty sidewalks, before he collapsed, he looked forwards, only his hand, his hair covering most of his expression yet the red stained brown color of it gave out what was going on.
"Sorry..."
He'd barely mutter to himself before feeling himself pass out. Where he ends up now is no longer his own knowledge
STARTER END - REBLOG?
Will you find a half alive man with no shoes passed out on the sidewalk or on your own world? Thats your choice
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localroleplayrat · 1 month
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Would anyone please play Halsin for me?? In a roleplay with plot but also a fair amount of smut :) check my pinned post for more info on me and my characters!! I have a prompt in mind we can discuss, but you're also welcome to send a starter through the ask box or to make a thread, surprise me!!
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c0mplex-heroes · 8 months
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OPEN STARTER // REVEAL // NICO PARKER
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"Okay fine, you really wanna know what I've been hiding. I'll show you... But just don't fucking freak alright?" Nico looks uncharacteristically nervous, hell even afraid. She usually was a force of nature but Nico today was terrified. And it was all because she was about to reveal a secret, a secret that she was ashamed of.
Clenching her fists, the room around them begins to shake. At first most would mistake it for an earthquake, but then it became clear the source was coming from Nico herself. After a few moments it stopped with Nico unable to look at the person in front of her.
"So ermm-- yeah I've got powers... I'm a supe.."
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devilbond · 2 months
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open to: anyone muse: medea lucis caelum. 21 years old. oldest daughter of the lucis caelum family. time and place: one year before the fall of insomnia. noon. plot: medea has invited you to lunch with her on her day away from royal activities and college studies.
medea exhales through her nose as she runs her fingers through her hair, flipping it over her shoulder as she takes to sipping her lemonade through her straw.
"i'm so tired," she whines as she leans back against her chair, slumping down into it, "i don't think i can do this anymore." ever the one for dramatics, the older lucis caelum sibling whines.
she wished sometimes she could continue to pretend she was nothing but an ordinary civilian who didn't have to stand all pretty, smiling and waving to nobles and other royals around her. she'd rather stress over her homework instead of stressing if she was saying the right things to appease the old members of the council.
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handgiven · 9 months
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// open starter, modern day
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Awkward hands, awkward smiles. New arrivals. He never quite got the hang of being new to a place, especially having moved around so much it felt overwhelmingly like home just about anywhere... Hard to explain to those viewing him as a stranger, having not met him when he was here a century ago. Thoughts, and feelings. Too many of them. For once, he'd like a break. Clean start, new neighbours eye to eye.
So that's where he was. Standing at the door to the flat next to his own, awkwardly holding onto a plate of walnut biscuits. Carefully forming a not-too-anxious smile. Sheepish knock. Thoughts racing. Hi, I moved in next door and while testing the oven accidentally made way too many biscuits for a single human person to consume. So, here I am. Something along those lines should make perfect sense. Just as soon as someone does actually open.
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