#potential rp starter?

[cursedvessels]

open to all !! pre-established relationship: friend, acquaintance, staff at the circus, circus attendee, etc -> open to ideas ! plot: shimi's being unusually quiet, deflective, a bit of turmoil slipping through his so sunny façade, it's obvious something's bothering em and your muse is determined to get to the bottom of it

"I'm fine," Shimi states plainly, flashing an unconvincing smile to the other. Eyes narrow a little thoughtfully, though they keep that smile plastered to their lips as they sit up a little straighter. They straighten their jacket next, shifting a little in their seat--perhaps uncomfortable with the topic of conversation being turned on em.

"Why do you ask? And keep asking?" There is no hostility or frustration in eir words, merely curiosity and mild confusion, perhaps even a bit of worry. Did e seem unhappy?

"Is my answer not to your liking?"

#open starter #open to all #↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ꜱʜɪᴍɪ ☼ #fantasy rp starter #indie rp starter #canon friendly #oc friendly #open indie rp #indie rp blog #fantasy rp blog #open indie rp starter #angst rp starter #potential for angst and triggers you've been warned #thinking that shimi is getting a little stuck on the past or something #or just a bit of the internal pain he always feels is slipping through

[bruisedconscience]

psych starter call

i want,, to write more shawn spencer, i want to put more of that silly man out into the universe. but do i know enough pop culture references to do it?

of course not, but like our esteemed rock-god-on-earth once sang his heart out: the show must go on

like for a Shawn, who will observe minor or semi-large things from your muse’s bio :)

#ooc #potential muse #starter call #psych rp

[rpvlix]

Upon entering the strange palace, an unnerving silence is all that can be heard. Grand, winged marble statues stand guard, with chips and pieces missing. One missing its entire head. However, despite the state of disrepair, none of these statues seem to be very old.

The doors, from what can be seen, are all far larger than what should be necessary, even for making a statement, some nearly two stories tall. This entryway leads to only more seemingly empty corridors, and the staircase leads too far up to tell what lies at the top. A breeze blows through the place, though its unclear from where.

Approaching the hallways, if one is so curious or bold, is more informative than observations made from such a distance.

A strange electricity buzzes around the entire first wing, just enough to make the hair on one’s arm stand up. Strange noises and mumblings can be heard from behind the slightly ajar door, accompanied by the occasional flash of oddly-colored light.

The next wing has been devoured by books. It’s difficult to tell where the original walls stand, with a maze of shelves and stacks to navigate. The air has an uneasiness to it, as though there is something waiting just around the corner…

A slight sobbing can be heard from the next wing. It is not an intense or frantic cry, but more of a faint, resigned weeping. The door to this room is firmly shut, and locked. Someone, or something, is shuffling around inside every now and then.

The eerie silence is broken, with a faint string music pouring out from the next wing. No matter how much further down the hall you go, it still sounds quite far away. There's some sort of perfume in the air, a vaguely floral scent that can’t quite be placed.

Moving along to the next wing, a floral scent still permeates the air, though now it mixes with muskier, earthier tones. A low voice from deep in the hall seems to be… Singing, perhaps? On occasion, it almost sounds like there is running water, somewhere…

Getting closer to the final door, but not there quite yet. The next wing is as silent as the entryway had been. All smells have faded by this point, creating a feeling almost of sudden sensory deprivation. Even the echo of footsteps seems to shy away from breaking this silence.

The final hall is silent as well, though the door is ajar. Nothing but white marble and a window can be seen through the crack, as plain and uninformative as the rest of the architecture. A slight shadow stirs inside, though its impossible to tell what is casting it.

With plenty of choice laid out before you, all that is left is to pick a hall and venture forth, if you've mustered the nerve.

//There are Seven halls to choose from, you may refer to them by numbers 1 through 7 respectively if it makes things easier

#open starter #open rp #rp starter #oc rp starter #open to all #open oc rp #r:open starter #wanted to do something generic-ish for first-introduction potential #you can meet any of the siblings here #some of their halls are technically upstairs.

[hollowedstreets]

open to: other supernatural beings, hunters/any variation of law enforcement finally tracking down the supposed miracle worker because maybe it’s just too good to be true, etc. etc. (muses/fcs 33yo+ only pls!) backstory: over here + add a few decades of age and experience because ~magic~ scenario: it’s been a long time since fletcher’s stayed in one place for more than a year or two. the wanderlust his parents once had finally took hold of their eldest and he’s been spending time spreading goodwill wherever he ends up. young, old, mortals and supernaturals alike, fletcher doesn’t discriminate when it comes to helping those in need of his services. perhaps your muse has caught on that he’s a little too perfect, or perhaps they’ve caught up to him after some time of tracking him down - the last area he made his home? got into some trouble helping the wrong people and made a mess when he escaped, so perhaps some retribution is in order for the lonely witch.

“You know this stalking thing? Pretty sure I’m not supposed to be able to make you this easily.” Fletcher had caught on to the other following him a couple of days ago, but he hadn’t sensed they planned on causing him trouble - yet, anyway. Now though? It was getting downright aggravating having a shadow that didn’t belong to him. “If I’ve done something to offend you, be out with it so I can figure out how to ease your mind. Or if this is more of a private matter then please, let’s not do this in public out where anyone could see or hear us - I don’t really have the patience left to deal with people who choose to waste my time.”

#indie oc rp #indie tvd rp #indie spn rp #indie bi rp #indie gay smut rp #{ open starter } #{ starters; fletcher o'connor } #{ older fletch isn't opposed to the potential of having messed with dark magic } #{ but like that's not a requirement so anyway } #{ if you wanna do something pre established let me know and i'm sure we could come up with something } #{ please just read my rules first before interacting is all i ask } #{ and i'd really appreciate it if you didn't like this post }

[hoodedchishiya]

♥️♠️♦️♣️♥️♠️♦️♣️♥️♠️♦️♣️♥️♠️♦️♣️♥️♠️♦️♣️

A very short starter for anyone who wishes to reply.

Multiple replies are welcome.

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“How far are you willing to go for the ones you love?” A monotonous question asked in the darkness of the abandoned hospital hallway which was long overgrown with vines and leaves decorating the walls like tapestry. Borderland hadn’t been at all kind to the buildings that lined the streets— most already corroded and on their last legs, barely held up by the bricks that seemed to wear away with each passing day. The world was slowly dying around them, just as the players were. There was something oddly poetic about that, as dark as it was. “Tell me.. would you be willing to die?” The deepened timbers of Chishiya’s voice cut through the silence again like a knife, a hint of a Cheshire Cat smirk peering out from the white hood that hung loosely over his head. And what was that clutched firmly in his hand? What looked to be a scalpel, dully illuminated by the pale moonlight coming from the cracks in the wall.

One could never be too safe, could they? Besides, a scalpel was a better weapon than having nothing at all and given his profession, Chishiya knew exactly how to use it with extreme precision when needed.

#in character #open starter #potential first meet? #alice in borderland roleplay #roleplay #aib rp #aib roleplay #roleplay account #roleplayer #alice in borderland #alice in borderland rp #open roleplay #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro

[eggsmemesandicons]

Send in the Names of Characters that You Could See The Mun Writing!

#inbox stuff || memes and starters! #inbox meme #rp inbox meme #ask meme #ooc inbox meme #ooc meme #ooc potential meme

[vocesincaput]

OPEN STARTER: Izzy Hands

As soon as the explosions had begun to devastate Zheng Yi Sao's armada and cannons began to fire from a source they could not yet see, all hell had broken loose with the streets of The Republic Of Pirates. People scattered and Izzy became separated from the rest of the crew. Unable to find them, he decided to make his way towards the Revenge in the hopes the rest would make their way there at some point. The town had to be defended somehow.... they couldn't take whatever was happening laying down.

Pulling himself up the gangplank with some difficulty, Izzy reached the deck of the Revenge and immediately halted. For before him he didn't see the crew he had grown to pretty much consider his family, but a group of men he didn't recognise. A group of men wearing the uniforms of the British Navy.

Immediately, Izzy reached for his sword and a fight ensued. Despite having been getting better and better with his sword fighting with his peg leg and taking down several of the opposing men, Izzy was overwhelmed and knocked unconscious. Taken captive by the British Navy.

-

A while later, after Zheng Yi Sao's armada had sunk and the cannon fire had stopped, 3 large ships entered the harbour flying the flag of the British Royal Navy. The largest anchoring itself a distance off from the docks.

After several minutes, a man came into view that would be familiar to some of the crew of the Revenge.

Prince Richard Banes stood looking out over the decimation that his fleet had rendered upon the Republic Of Pirates. A smug smile upon his features that only grew as he spotted those who he truly wanted to target. Those who had abandoned him at the hands of Spanish Jackie.

He would make them suffer for what they did to him.

// Let me know if you have a preference on which version of this wishlist idea you would like us to do. Or let me know if you have another idea for it. //

#ic #muse: izzy hands #open starter: izzy hands #starter: izzy hands #open to mutuals #spoilers: ofmd #spoilers: ofmd s2 #non rp blogs do not interact #non rp blogs dni #non rp blogs will be blocked #non mutuals do not interact #//placed under a cut for potential spoilers #please continue in a separate post #as it helps me keep track of things

[kayoticmusings]

𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤: f/nb human preference, open to 1-2 muses, but also would k.ill for e.van mock. 21+ please.reach out if you have questions. :)

𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩

𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙: source link and [here] please make sure to specify if you want them to be vamps or fae. 💞  fair warning your muse might be doomed.

"Tonight's even more miserable than usual," Crystal complained as she surveyed the mostly empty upscale bar. Weekday late nights weren't exactly the peak of business hours for the underground club and lounge catering to a variety of species. There were maybe a handful of people huddled on the back couches as heavy-bass music thrummed throughout the location. 

 "Good evening to you, too." Jack replied with a laugh without even looking up from cleaning off a section of the bar. The blonde took a seat on one of the comfortable barstools as Jack lithely hopped over the wooden bar top before grabbing a glass of scotch. Jack nudged Crystal as he saw them approach, his classic smirk in place. "Looks like our luck tonight might just change." Crystal gave a light shrug, perpetually miffed expression still on her face before replying. “Can’t say the same for them.” If the newcomer wanted to play, they had two willing participants. 

#open horror starter #open indie starter #open smut starter #indie horror rp #indie smut rp #choose your own adventure lmao #poly potential

[auraguardians]

✧ When the confetti cannon first goes off, Sir Aaron pays little heed to it. His attention is focused on the dance floor, on the music --- on how remarkable some of these 'moves' are, so very unlike what he ever was taught in his lifetime.

But when an excited Emolga swoops overhead and drops a few streamers on him, Aaron is utterly stunned when they actually land on his shoulders, instead of drifting down to the floor. He locks eyes with someone else a few feet away and they smile at him, and that makes him feel giddy as well.

Perhaps something is going on tonight that allows little things like this to happen? Perhaps... for the first time in recent memory, he'll be able to talk to someone other than his charge?

"Thank you!" He calls after the Emolga, beaming.

#saffronmidnightparade2023 #✧ [ midnight parade ] event #✧ [ let's forego the small talk ] open rp #[ doing Aaron's open starter first because I'm really excited about potentially introducing him to folks haha ] #[ Riley is also here ] #[ but special shenanigans are in play because I SAY SO ]

[luv6r]

𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝...જ⁀➴

​​                  ​​                  ​​         ​​    𝐋𝐔𝐕𝟔𝐑

    ​​        ​​        ​​a space for VENUS' 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 && 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒.

muse page. opens. dev/memes. calls.

#·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ pinned! ৲ #urban rp #urban rpc #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ wishlist! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ potential faces! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ wanted opposites! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ inspo ; platonic! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ inspo ; romantic! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ inspo ; familial! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ visuals! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ braindump! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ resources! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ faq! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ dev! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ .mp3! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ inspo ; personality! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ threads! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ headcanons! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ ooc ad! ৲ #·:*¨༺ ♱ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 ♱ ༻¨*:· 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑✩𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 ৻ starter! ৲

[ambitionbled-arch]

  ˖ ✶ "They've been missing since Friday and you're not worried?" Hell, Clara herself was terrified. Her best friend, someone she texted and seen everyday just vanished Friday evening. It was now Tuesday and there was still no word. And how could the other not be worried? "Did she say something to you?" Maybe she would have since the two had been dating.

#indie rp #indie smut rp #indie oc rp #indie kink rp #indie lesbian rp #indie horror rp #indie crime rp #tagging the horror and crime thing cause this has the potential #Open starter.

[warncdandwiles]

starter call!

#open;; starter #eyeballs the 'potential rp threads' ask

[selfsabotaqe]

consider this a  starter call  —  like this post  &  i’ll write you one, or maybe two short to medium starters based on your wishlist! maybe with one of my ocs, maybe with a new oc for you based off your wanted opposites. if you’ve got any preferences for muses, you’re welcome to reach out to dms as well, otherwise i’ll select at random! 💗

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie gay rp #open rp #starter call #1x1 #1x1 rp #i'll have some dinner first and then spend the rest of my night doing my drafts & any potential starters!

[felteverywhere]

“whatever it is you need done, s’not getting done tonight. we close in ten.” adam shrugged lifting an almond to his lips with a grin. it was a quick job and he knew it, but there was something amusing about watching the frustration wash over that pretty face he couldn’t get enough of. 

open to f plot: your muse’s car broke down in adam’s small town. he’s a mechanic and the worst. this could just be regular gross and maybe smutty or it could be creepy/scary... up to u <3

#indie rp #indie smut rp #open rp #indie starter #open starter. #there is a Lot of potential here #if ur interested in the scary potential pls ask me otherwise i'm down to follow ur lead!

[vileintcnt]

silas st.james | pinterest | open to f | selective

plot : silas is currently traveling thailand with a few friends. your muse is all alone in a bar, and he recognizes her from his hostel, encouraging her to join him. connection : stranger.

-----"Now I know you didn't come all the way to Thailand just to sit alone at the bar, c'mon...I'm not gonna take no for an answer." Grin stretched wider on his lips, brow arching inquisitively as he ventured to outstretch a large palm in their direction.

#vileintcnt | open #silas st.james | open #open starter #pls read rules before interacting #feel free to come plot this out w/ me because like...the potential #indie smut rp

[exquisitexagony]

open to all!! friend, close friend, other --> if college!au then maybe dorm mates?

"Forget it."

The words were a bit sharp, his expression irritated. He was having a hard time explaining himself, saying what was on his mind. The other wasn't really helping matters, either, the way they looked at him through concerned eyes but didn't recognize the true root of the issue. He could feel his chest tighten, fingernails idly picking at the dry skin around his cuticles.

"I- I- I shouldn't've said anything." Xyr gaze finally lifted to meet the other's, eyes tired, dark circles left under them, sunken deep into pale cheeks. Whatever was on xyr mind was more than just the usual issues--not wanting to leave the house, pain, vertigo, that sort of thing. Whatever was on xyr mind was taking xyr full attention, making it impossible for xem to listen to the other speak, let alone explain xyr own thoughts cohesively. Still, it was doing no good left unattended in xyr busy mind...But xe deflected anyway, trying to refocus on whatever it was the other had been talking about.

"What were you saying?"

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