#para: open starter

[someotherdog]

character: mattie open: m/f/nb plot: mattie is a socialite-in-waiting, a pauper trying to turn princess. she’s been lying to all her rich friends that she’s rich too, only for your muse to randomly come into the diner she works at days before and discover she’s nothing more than a poor waitress. it’s up to you on what they do with that information! as for now, mattie’s groveling.

okay. shit. two days ago, she’d innocently being working the night shift, when her world suddenly shattered. well, the fake world she crafted for herself had shattered. no one in the city of new york knew that mattie was lying about everything: her family, where she came from, the fact that she was nearly two hundred thousand dollars in credit card debt. as far as her rich friends knew, she fit right in with them, a hotel heiress from brazil that never had to work for a thing in her life. mattie feared her stomach was going to be permanently clenched from anxiety, waiting for all her friends to drop her. when they would figure out mattie was technically stealing from them, letting them pay for all the parties and expensive trips and clothes, just about everything. how she’d use take their credit cards because she knew they had no limit and her friends wouldn’t ever see the statements anyways. it was all working so perfectly—until that one damn shift. now the person in front of her held her fate and future in manhattan in their hands, and matilde doubted they’d just brush it off. “please… i know you don’t owe me anything, but i’m begging you. please. do not tell anyone about the other day. i’ll do anything you want, just don’t let the others know!”

#indie rp #indie para rp #indie crime rp #1x1 rp #open rp #indie bi rp #* STARTER / open . #* MATTIE OLIVEIRA / narrative . #queue are my queen rebecca!

[littlcfreaks-archive]

open starter. any connections, any gender (m only for romantic connections). about dante.

the second month of the year had only just started and dante already felt like the year had been dragging on for decades - the fight between the pair wasn't any different, "i didn't mean to make it seem like i didn't want you around, but fuck - can't i do anything alone anymore? it wasn't even a huge thing," he knew it was, knew that he was trying to downplay it to keep himself from feeling too guilty, "my agent wanted me to bring someone with a good image, alright?"

#one of two times a year i post opens.... #indie rp #dante > para. #open starter

[jamie-prescott]

Once he’d finished classes for the day, Jamie dropped his things off back in his dorm and changed out of his jeans into a pair of athletic pants to go with his t-shirt. He slid a jacket on and made his way toward the gym. He’d been practicing more since he’d asked Kyla for help to decide if he wanted to try out for cheer at all, but today he felt more of a drive to run and figured one of the treadmills would suffice since the weather was a bit rainier and drearier today, which might also be affecting his mood.

Jamie had known he’d feel homesick again once his parents had left but knowing it and now feeling it were two completely different things. His father had warned him not to let it take over and control him, and that was part of the reason Jamie had chosen to keep to himself, so he wouldn’t pass along his less than happy mood to those he had come to care about here.

The submissive took a moment to stretch his muscles as he stopped by the treadmills. There only seemed to be one other person currently in the gym and they were lifting weights and doing their own thing. Jamie stepped onto the machine and started off with a slow jog as he found his groove as he ran, slowly increasing the speed to a steady jog as his mind started to go blank as it normally did when he ran. He barely registered the fact someone had approached until he realized they seemed to be speaking to him. “I am so sorry.” Jamie apologized as he reached up to slow the machine down so he could pay attention. “I didn’t realize you were talking to me.”

#para: all #para: starter #para: feeling homesick #tntstarter #//this is open to more than one reply if people want #//you also don't have to match the length I'm just wordy a lot

[mikrokosmcs]

min seongyeol  –  estudiante (psicologia)  –  19  años  –  homosexual - they/them open  to:  nb/m,  nb/f,  nb/nb

-  —Una  fotografía  te  duraría  más  que  solo…  verme—  -comenta,  ligera  exasperación  en  su  vocablo  luego  de  alejar  los  ojos  del  libro  que  pretendía  leer  para  sus  clases.  Esa  era  una  de  las  razones  por  las  cuales  no  le  gustaba  mucho  trabajar  en  equipo,  o  en  general,  las  personas.

#* ��� 🍒 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ dialogue ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ min seongyeol ⠀ ❫ #idk what is this pero como siempre #es mi aparición estrella para desaparecer #open starter #s*

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: Elliot has been traveling for the last few weeks & is working late at the University he works at, your muse has been trying to get in contact with him during his absence for something (perhaps urgent or not) & has finally caught him in his office late one night. hmu if you'd like to plot! I have some ideas. 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: student or potential TA, another professor or colleague, friend, fwb/fling, partner/bf/gf, mafia or crime leader or member looking for him as a connection to the black market, idk anything works.

Grading papers was often the most tedious part of Elliot's job but he enjoyed the solitude it took in order for him complete the task, getting lost in the details of papers and words was always something the professor enjoyed and used to ignore the world around him. At this particular moment though, he was not intentionally trying to ignore anything, an unexpectedly long trip to the Andes had put the ancient cultures professor behind on two weeks worth of work and then some at the unexpected quitting of his teacher's assistant. With a deep breath Elliot exhaled his mild stress before he brought the glass tumbler filled with amber alcohol to his lips and took a soothing drink, shifting in his desk chair to focus better on the words before him on the piece of paper he was reading.

He didn't hear the soft knock at his door, if there even was one, but he became aware of the person approaching his desk quicker and the tall man sat up some in his seat, a little startled. Elliot cleared his throat and flashed an apologetic expression as he turned blue eyes upon his late night visitor. "Ahh, sorry, I didn't hear you knock," he apologized, shifting forward and shutting his laptop screen enough to not have the glare obstruct his vision so that he could see the other better. "-- is everything alright?"

#indie rp #indie mutant rp #indie bi rp #indie marvel rp #indie crime rp #indie horror rp #indie open starter #indie para rp #indie smut rp #open starter #| int. Elliot |

[mversefunhouse]

Open to: anyone

Plot: Pirate AU (this could also be supernatural; Rachel has a mermaid verse)

Even with a cutlass strapped to her hip, Rachel still had softness to her, as if she were a young girl simply dressing a part instead of a pirate in both deed and occupation. Not that she could blame most for underestimating her abilities. She had a deceptively sweet face, and a wide-eyed gaze that most mistook for innocence. A gaze that never so much as narrowed even when she had a handful of man-parts, her fingers clenched together in an unrelenting grip as she clutched him painfully tight through his breaches. With a turn of her wrist, she twisted dick and balls until the man’s scrunched face was wet with tears of pain. “Ever since you told me that story about that one man, I’ve wondered if it was possible to separate a man’s bits and pieces from his person using just my hand and good leverage.” Rachel turned to her partner and flashed her a bright smile. “Should I?” She tugged at him cruelly. Part of her felt bad, leading a man around a crowded bar by his privates, but he should’ve known better than to grab her ass.

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie lesbian rp #indie para rp #open starter #{&. open starters}

[full-tiltboogiearc]

open to: anyone // @indiestarter

plot: zeke is your muse's best friend, and your muse just showed up at his doorstep in a panic. maybe your muse is being followed or has been seeing demonic premonitions? something spooky that makes them want to come to him for help.

"Slow down," Zeke says, closing his eyes for a second to take in all that the other had said as they stood together at his doorstep. In the background, on his television, explosions and guns are going off—he was in the middle of a Call of Duty match before the other pounded on his door. He opens his eyes, taking the other by their forearm and then looking left and right to see if the coast was clear before ushering them inside. Now in the safe confines of his apartment, he leans in and asks, "What's going on with you?"

#indie starter #indie rp #open starter #indie horror rp #indie slasher rp #indie oc rp #indie para rp #dms are open if you'd like to plot!!

[mutatedangels-a]

open to: anyone // @indiestarter

connection: zeke and your muse are both (single) parents of toddlers attending the same preschool.

written in beta. 

“So, my kid punched your kid.” 

It was a helluva greeting. But Jesus Christ, Zeke was a month into this single parent thing, and a week into preschool; navigating the world with a toddler felt like driving without a steering wheel. Though his words were told in jest, he wore an apologetic smile, hoping the other wouldn’t be upset. The two toddlers had talked it out in the principal’s office, and Yumi apologized—as begrudging as it was. He took a seat beside the other at the kid’s table, shocked the tiny chair could hold his body weight as he sat in it backwards. 

“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. He wanted to tell the other Yumi had just lost her mother, but it sounded like an excuse—and Zeke was trying his best to be done with those. “I’ll work with her to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Kids beat each other up a lot anyway, right?”

#indie rp #indie open rp #indie novella rp #indie para rp #open starter

[svetavorshevsky]

FOR: @mobscene-starters WHEN: Saturday, 16th of March, 2024. WHERE: The Basement. (I wanted to cause drama, so.)

London would learn to fear the name Svetlana Vorshevsky, just as Miami had before it.

It was a sentiment she'd had to understand before coming to London. There was nothing that Svetlana wouldn't do to protect and serve her family when the call came. And woe betide anyone who'd dared to stand in her way when she finally did arrive.

Still, that reputation, like many things was fragile.

Svetlana slipped through the throng of sweating bodies crowding the entrance, toking heavily on cigarettes. The pulsating beat of Russian techno echoed through her bones, leaking onto the pavement, Vitaly was hot on her heels, just as he always was. Pulling her fur coat tightly around her, the plush fabric was a shield against the chill. There was one thing she missed mostly about Miami, and that was the fucking warmth.

The Basement was a statement of the mark they were leaving on London. Their footprint, if you will. Slowly, but surely. It was as if people often forgot what they had accomplished over the decades, none of which would've been possible without Konstantin. The basement served as a declaration, as much as intent, and Svetlana relished in its brazen audacity.

This was new territory now, unlike her mother's in Miami. The Vorshevsky name would command respect, and she intended to ensure it was duly given. Stepping through the doors, heat and splashing her face, she felt something akin to dulled fury a light in the lower pit of her stomach when she beheld a group sitting at a table.

"Vitaly," Sveta said, face wholly devoid of emotion, like there was no one home. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" her voice slow, yet utterly removed from anything that would give her away. There was no slip, no crack. A solid foundation.

"I sure as fuck am," He was already turning for security, but by the time he turned around, Sveta was halfway across the room. Heading straight towards the table.

"I'd say I was surprised by your idiocy, but then you never were the brightest bulbs in the pack." She paused, raising her brows. "Get the fuck out, before we throw you out. We have paying customers here."

#because the b*tch is back in town #mobstarter #open #JUST SCENE SETTING OK. u can legit reply w one sentence and it's fine #this felt like self para but is actually a starter #sozzzzz.

[waveofstars]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓: anyone, 27+ 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: connor never learned how to drive and has always refused to learn. now your character is finally trying to teach him 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: best friend

“This is stupid,” he sighed in protest. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too tightly. How they managed to convince Connor to get behind the wheel was beyond him. “I’m perfectly fine with riding my bike everywhere.” Except his bike had been repeatedly stolen from an ongoing feud with a teenager in his neighborhood, which left him walking to work most days in the heat of the summer (or bumming rides).

#indie rp #indie para rp #indie open rp #oc rp #open starter

[abbysmultimuseblog]

“Hello, and welcome to the Java Lava Coffee House, owned by Kimiko ‘Kimi’ Watanabe-Finster. My name’s Mary Anne Spier. Can I take your order, please?” Mary Anne Spier asked the person who is standing in front of her. She is currently working a shift at the Java Lava Coffee House as a barista. @forgottenfriendshipstarters

#f.f.:starters #t.w.: food #t.w.: drinks #t.w.: food ( mentioned ) #t.w. #t.w.: drinks ( mentioned ) #☆•.¸♡ Mary Anne Spier's open starters ♡¸.•☆ #☆•.¸♡ Mary Anne Spier's general tag ♡¸.•☆ #☆•.¸♡ Mary Anne Spier's paras ♡¸.•☆ #☆•.¸♡ all of my characters in this RPG's general tag ♡¸.•☆ #☆•.¸♡ all of my characters in this RPG's open starters ♡¸.•☆ #I.C. #☆•.¸♡ all of my characters in this RPG's paras ♡¸.•☆

[someotherdog]

character: sonny open: m/f/nb plot: sonny is a surly bartender in a small, dusty town in the arizona desert. like any other night, he's working at the bar when your muse comes in. your muse can be any connection (strangers, friends, enemies, etc) as long as it's nothing t*boo or familial.

it was too early in the evening for sonny to be so apathetic with his customers, but the regulars had become used to his terrible customer service. perhaps it was the twang of loretta lynn’s tinny voice from the jukebox in the corner or the worn-in seats up against the bar and the tables already filled up with its usual suspects, but the dour attitude of sonny only increased tenfold over the past few hours since he woke up for work. dropping the dishrag loudly against the bar, he looked to the customer that just sat down, “what’ll it be?” he regarded them suspiciously and spoke before they could answer, “and i’m not getting out the blender, so pick something on tap.”

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie crime rp #indie horror rp #indie oc rp #indie para rp #open rp #1x1 rp #* STARTER / open . #* ALISON MacCLEAN / narrative . #queue are my queen rebecca! #let me have fun! #his canon verse is that he lives in a town that you can't leave/escape #but for this one we'll put in normal and just say he lives in a shitty town that you can leave. but he just doesn't

[xhonoredone]

open starter / ☆

— Sé que se ve mal... pero no duele tanto como parece. — De reojo Chifuyu capturó la reacción de quien estaba a su lado. Sabía que daba las malas pintas y que eso podía causar una bandera de alerta, pero la tranquilidad con la que lo decía parecía casi convincente.

Incluso esbozó una sonrisa, siendo fuerte por aguantar el dolor que punzo en sus redondas mejillas. — No se preocupe, por favor.—

#narrativa ; open starter. #narrativa ; chifuyu matsuno. #abierto para todoooooooos<3 #rp en español #manga rp #anime rp español #rp independiente

[chishiya-the-cat]

Open starter: Experimental game pt. 2

Chishiya had just went back inside through the emergency exit on the rooftop as he felt eyes on him. He walked a few more steps down the hallway before simply stopping in his tracks. The blonde male let out an inaudible sigh, his hands still in his pockets like always. He didn't try to turn around and look to find out who was staring at him. He had his own way of getting the mouse out of the hole so to speak.

"I have a taser with me and if you don't want to taste you better come out." Chishiya said and as always the proud smirk found it's way on his lips again. "You need to do a better job of hiding, really. You're like the elephant in the room." He added, having to provoke to make sure the hiding would stop.

#open starter #chishiya starter #aib chishiya #aib rp #chishiya shuntaro #< continuation for self para >

[thedesolated]

open to: m/f/anyone plot: Cristine & your muse met on unexpectedly while checking out a ransacked convenience store & are having a little stand-off. The undead broke in or appeared from a back loading dock, chasing the two into a barricaded location where they're trying to wait it out a bit to see if things will calm down or they can escape in another way. you can hmu if you'd like to plot! connection: another survivor location: convenience store back room or storage closet.

Her back was against the wall, arms resting loosely atop her denim covered knees as Cris listened to the low moan and grunts of the undead on the other side of the wall she sat against. The door was jammed shut with a solid barrier in front of it but the only problem was that they couldn't get out that way, brown eyes snapped up to the other person sharing the small space with Cristine and the woman sized them up silently before she filled her lungs with a big inhale and exhale through her nose. With a little wave of her hand Cris tried to get their attention before she offered a somewhat lame but still pretty friendly smile, given their circumstances she had no right to make demands or even ask for anything but Cristine hated the tension in the silence between them.

"You wouldn't happen to have a fucking cigarette, would you?" She asked, mostly mouthing the words but what voice could be heard was certainly in a whisper. Cris didn't want to alert the dead to their presence but fuck did she need a cigarette, that was why she'd gone into this damn store in the first place. Since being separated from her younger brother and sister, Cristine had been trying to fill the emptiness she felt inside her chest every waking moment. Cigarette's always had been a vice of hers but the scarce resource had evaded her while she used it to distract her from the probability that her siblings were dead. "-- or a joint?" Cris added a little excitedly, brows arching in mild expectation even though she knew that likelihood would be less than the other having a cigarette.

#indie rp #indie twd rp #indie zombie rp #indie horror rp #indie apocalypse rp #indie tlou rp #indie para rp #indie open starter #open starter #| int. Cristine |

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: Mikey & y/m are at a big house party, it got a little crazy & something happened to y/m (maybe someone got too handsy/aggressive or they saw someone that upsets them, whatever works!) & being the sweet concerned person he is Mikey saw them running away & followed to comfort them. Feel free to hmu if you’d like to plot more! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: friend, ex/old flame, crush, childhood or highschool friend/sweetheart, whatever works~

“Whoa, whoa,” Mikey said with a concerned tone, turning towards the other as they rushed past him, the brunette shot a glance around, trying to spot if anyone was pursuing the other but when he didn’t see anyone Mikey turned to follow them himself and caught up to them easily. Putting a comforting and gentle hand on their arm his brown eyes wandered over them in a concerned and wary manner, they seemed upset and he didn’t fucking like that. The party around them raged on as if nothing was wrong and Mikey pressed in closer to the other to provide some support and comfort, his voice soft but loud enough to be heard over the loud music. “– are you okay? What happened?” He asked, leaning down some to catch their eyes and searching their features to figure out what might have gone wrong.

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie smut rp #indie horror rp #indie mutant rp #indie xmen rp #indie crime rp #indie mafia rp #indie open starter #indie para rp #indie novella rp #indie dark rp #open starter #| int. Michael |