#long open starter

[buglaur]

#ts4 #sims 4 #hi #been a few days #i've been so tired recently idk why #i've been really enjoying pokemon violet though!! #in all honesty not sure how i feel about the open world #it doesn't feel like a pokemon game.. #the long grass mechanic is gone and practically all route trainers #are avoidable #walking in long grass and not knowing which pkm you're gonna encounter #was like my fav part of the games :( #still a great game though so far! #i chose quaxly as my starter hehe #heres gael with long hair in an outfit he'd never wear #ts4 cas

[truly-quirkless]

[@themultiversebundle | Plotted in DMs!]

It had been a rather quiet day, yet again..so Fin and Yagi had decided to walk about town. The tall blond still got a few odd stares, and every now and again, someone would walk up wanting an autograph. It had taken the world time to get used to Yagi as he was now- and while the whispers of 'the Symbol of the Dead' weren't exactly welcome...it was better that than All for One in the streets.

"What do you say to dropping by Smoothie King before we head back to the school?" Yagi's suggestion hadn't been in the air for more than a second when he bumped into something- or rather, someone. He took a stumbling step back, his smile instantly transforming to apologetic as he raised his hands. "Ah- sorry about that! I didn't mean to bump into you."

Huh....Fin wasn't exactly the best at Heroes, but this one...didn't look familiar. They'd seen a few ever since their rise in Hero society, but they had yet to see one that looked so...robotic? It wasn't like Ingenium or his younger brother, Ida- this felt...different.

Their eyes flickered towards the nearby store the stranger had stepped out of- revealing an interior beyond the door that very much wasn't what could be seen through the glass. They immediately jumped towards it- but the door slammed closed before they could catch it.

"Shit...!"

#Through many battles/I have been tested/I’ve never failed/Never have been bested || Toshinori Yagi #Can’t drag me under/Too long I’ve been on the run || Finley Well #I won’t compromise/You must be out of your mind || Closed Starter #Running into the fire/To pull you out || Verse | Unknown #themultiversebundle #//that moment when the doors between universes open/close unexpectedly- #//anyway mate lemme know if you need anything changed! #//and enjoy ^^ #//note: yellow text on this blog (not part of the theme) is Eng

[azurescale]

sticks his tongue out.

#open starter tag. #// my dan heng has a nice long tongue in his true form \\ #// you may let your mind wander at that thought \\ #// you're welcome \\

[walkitoffrogers]

muse: Steve Rogers limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: post-Loki, TFATWS S1E6 open to: Canon MCU/Marvel muses, OCs or fandom crossovers welcome if we've plotted/interacted before (i.e., limited to people he would know, please. New connections welcome in my other Steve starter!) triggers: showers of bitterness over Endgame!Steve and the TVA, may progress to thunderstorms as the barometric angst increases

Steve had a lot of time to mull over his mistakes while he was with the Time Variance Authority. In hindsight, time travel was a mistake. His motivation was clear, but the attempt, he realized, was misguided. He couldn’t knowingly let Bucky be captured by Hydra, or leave Natasha at the nonexistent mercy of The Red Room, or let Thanos snap away half a universe if there was even half a chance he could stop those things from ever happening. Even knowing they were long shots didn’t change his mind. Steve had never been intimidated by long odds.

But as it turned out, the Time Variance Authority didn’t just let people meddle in timelines. It didn’t matter how good his intentions had been when he went back. The Avengers, apparently, were on thin ice with them already. It was always Steve's plan to return to his own time when he was finished. He had people who needed him there, and from what he understood, changing the past created new timelines rather than changing the future. (To be fair, he'd only understood a fraction of Scott, Bruce, and Tony's conversation on it. The mechanics of time travel were well above his paygrade.)

It had taken time to learn the place and its routines, time to figure out a plan. Steve always had a plan, and it didn’t involve sitting in jail for the rest of his life, being retconned from his own timeline, or playing along indefinitely with what was obviously a fascist organization. He'd gone along with Morbius's requests at first to buy himself some time to figure this place out, and every variant's life they destroyed added to the seething anger in him. He didn't know what the ultimate end goal of the place was, or why they considered it a sacred duty to protect the timeline, but Steve did know that people in power almost always thought they were doing good and that they rarely wanted to give it up.

The plan did, unfortunately, involve a time and space jumping god of mischief who also needed to escape. Long story short, Steve hadn't been sorry to help Loki tear the place down, and now he may or may not owe a favor to the trickster Asgardian. As far as he could tell, Steve landed in the same place as when he’d left, but it was immediately obvious that it wasn’t the same time. Nobody was there, for one thing, and the season had changed. He lowered his head and, quietly but with feeling, uttered a word he almost never said.

How much time had passed? If he was lucky, it was the same number of days that had passed while he was with the TVA, which would put him at around four months. He tried not to wince at the idea of leaving Bucky and the others wondering where he was in all that time and why he hadn’t returned. He hated to think what that had done to his friends on the heels of the Battle of Earth and its losses. He didn’t know yet that the TVA had strategies in place to keep anyone from even looking for him. Steve kept his head down on the walk home and tried not to draw attention to himself. He didn’t have keys or a wallet or a phone or even shoes, for that matter, so his apartment was his best idea. If it was even still his apartment.

The door was locked, the spare key not in its usual place, so after a quick, silent apology, he broke the lock and stepped inside with the hope that he wasn’t breaking into someone else’s home. It was a relief to see it was mostly as he’d left it, though it was clear someone had been there. He wondered if that person was Bucky. What he wanted more than anything right now was to talk to his best friend, to hear his voice and know he was fine. He briefly scoured the place for his phone and came up empty. He hadn’t had it on him when he went to return the stones, and it wasn’t where he’d left it. He dug out one of the burners from the emergency stuff and plugged it in to charge. Two years of being on the run and being friends with Natasha had left him slightly paranoid but prepared. He could disappear again if he had to, but with as hard as he’d worked to get back here, he hoped he didn’t have to.

Weariness insisted he sit down for a few minutes while he came up with a plan, so he grabbed a tablet off the desk and sank onto the couch to scroll through the recent news feed for information about what he’d missed. The date registered, roughly matching with what he’d expected, and sadness mingled with frustration and relief that it hadn’t been longer. He never wanted to be in another spaceship or another timeline, ever. Some lessons came harder to him than others, but he considered that one learned. The hard way, because apparently that was the only way he knew how to do it, but learned. He didn’t mean to fall asleep, and he jerked awake when the tablet pinged an alert to find that night had fallen. His head was clearer though, and he quickly scanned the update before rising to change his clothes. He pulled on a jacket and as an afterthought grabbed a baseball cap. He wasn’t planning to interfere, and he didn’t want to be noticed. Not tonight when all eyes should be on Captain America.

He did want to be there to see it though. He tucked the phone into his pocket and headed further into the city. There were already crowds of people forming along with the general chaos of news vans and police cars, and it was easy to fade in among them, just one in a faceless crowd. He couldn’t help a smile as he watched Sam’s speech from a distance, pride filling him for both his friends. He’d always known Bucky was a hero; now everyone did, and passing the shield along to Sam before he left, at least, had been the right move. He’d never had a doubt about that. He’d find a way to give his congratulations later though. Tonight wasn’t about him, and he wasn’t going to intrude on the victory. If Steve was lucky, it would never be about him again. He drifted to the edge of the crowd, glancing back once more before he turned and headed for home.

#open starter #mcu rp #indie mcu rp #alt!tfatws #no need to match #idk if this is really a starter #or just a long one-shot intro into this verse #but i just love the idea of him being there for that #feel free to come plot things with me in it #bio

[alastors-radioshow]

Truth be told, it had been a while since anyone had been idiotic enough to make an attempt at his life. The stag should have known that it had been too good to be true. A couple of weeks of calm was all he got. Until...

The sound of shattering glass was heard, pieces of one of the windows in his city-based studio fell to the ground as a bullet passed through it. It wouldn't be the first time something as such had occurred. Somehow, miraculously, the stag managed to avoid the first bullet, moving away from his desk towards a gaping void he had conjured up.

An easy escape.

Bang!

The other bullet hit its target and the overlord found himself stumbling through the gateway he'd created, landing on his back on the other side as it closed, leaving a faint crackling in its wake.

One hand shot up, pressing firmly against his neck, his throat, the other covering his mouth as he gasped for air, only for him to find that thick, metallic-tasting liquid was swiftly filing his oral cavity.

He wanted to scream. He tried to scream. But no sound came out. Only the muffled gurgles accompanying his gasping breaths.

Oh.

Merde.

#alastors-radioshow #drabble #emotional drabble #tw: blood #tw: attempted murder #angst #open #open rp starter #open starter #open rp #May be treated an a starter if we're mutuals #//Honestly he's been out of trouble for a little too long so I put him right back in it~ #//>=)

[e-m-p-error]

[ Valentino ]

It had been a long day of recording, and even Valentino was feeling it.

He'd spent the better half of the day sitting in his favorite, cute (but eventually uncomfortable) little chair with his legs crossed one over the other. The seam of his thighs had been tight and unforgiving, and his lower arms had been folded in his lap for a majority of it. He held the script in his upper left hand, though he'd given up looking at it during hour two and traded it for his cigarette holder.

Neither of them helped his headache.

Around hour ten, he'd been ready to give up entirely, but he didn't think he'd made his point, yet. He ordered dinner for himself, Vox, and Velvette and ate as quietly as he could during the next scene. Angel Dust's stomach growling ruined three takes and set them back another hour and a half. Valentino was grumpy after the first time, and irate by the third.

Finally, after fifteen hours of recording and little to no relief from his aching head, Valentino called it. He couldn't keep it up anymore. All he wanted to do was go upstairs, fall into bed with Vox, and sleep until he felt vaguely human again.

Rising from his seat, he stretched one upper arm above his head, the other gripping it at the elbow. His lower hands laced their fingers together and he stretched them downward, palms facing the floor. Yawning wide until his jaw popped, he felt tears at the corners of his eyes, but they didn't glow when they fell.

After he stretched out his other upper arm, he unfurled his wings and stretched them out fully at his sides and above his head. He hummed softly as they batted at nothing, curling above his head some. His antennae perked up, then slowly folded back against the sides of his head. That felt better.

As he turned, he stretched one leg out behind him, placing his upper hands on the warm seat of his chair, then let the other leg follow suit. He finally straightened out his posture again, taking a step forward as he yawned again, this time behind his hand.

It was then that he felt someone bump into his ass and he snarled suddenly, narrowing his eyes and whipping around, taking a step forward to chase whoever had done this, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hadn't noticed who it was immediately, his sleepy anger taking over immediately.

#OPEN STARTER ➽➽➽ #And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ) #cw food #cw smoking #cw sex work mentin #cw threats #Please someone give this some interest #It's 419 words long I put so much effort into this #All this just to fuck me :/ #No but I really just wanted to write him stretching his wings out

[decadentias]

"SLEEPING WITH ME WOULD BE the best thing that could ever happen to you," she said sassily. It wasn't her first rode, but she wondered what the other thought about their wild night.

open to: f / nb

#indie rp #indie smut rp #open starter #open rp #open starter: florence #m: florence #made with beta #no more legacy for me #whatever dynamic works as long as it's not banned

[rennisaturate]

open to: anyone relationship: this is sariyah !! a vampire in her main verse, in her human verse she's in her early 30s, zinnia's sister and in both they dance at the same club together. sariyah's a sweetie but she does not like dealing with bs, she's a serial ghoster tbh lol ✨ this feels obvious but have fun with it !! ✨

" no, you don' even gotta explain it, like, i don' wanna hear it, " sariyah rolled her eyes and picked up her bag and coat, wanting to just get home for the night. the club had finally closed, it was four am and she was tired. " why don' you save it for some other girl, okay?? "

#indie rp #open starter #starter:sariyah #convo:sariyah #c:saveit #(( child of hecate || vampire )) #[ or her human verse if u prefer ] #[ i put her away a long time ago but giving her another lil spin to see if she sticks ]

[heartsbreaking]

— open starter

muse: sabrina tyler (25+, medical examiner, 911 based) open to: firefighter/emt/cop/military/shield agent/off duty nurses/off duty doctor ect muses plot: our muses are in a situation where they need two people with medical training and sabrina, as someone who is a doctor, has been called upon to help in the emergency

"i don't know if i can do this," sabrina whispered, turning her head away from the patient so they wouldn't see her uncertainty. she hadn't gone into surgery or emergency medicine for a reason. she was generally better off when her patients were already dead. now she was being asked to help save a life, and while she had most of the training needed, she wasn't sure whether she really could do any good. she gulped, "i don't want to make anything worse."

#medical tw #ask to tag #this has lived rent free in my head for too long im sorry for the open to being so specific #*[ TYLER S : STARTERS ] #character : sabrina tyler #*[ OPEN STARTERS ] . . . you know you wanna respond

[helluvaslut]

Open Starter : Betting On The Dragon and Ice Queen [ Male/Female/Futa ]

“Tell you what, if you manage to beat the both of us in the next few turns. We’ll do a threesome with you.”  Yang boldly suggested towards the other as she leaned against the table. Cleavage in full view, while Weiss looked at her friend in pure bafflement. “Wait, I never agreed to this!” She retorted while blushing, both women are looking at the you, both blushing and grinning.

#[ Muse : Weiss Schnee ] #[ Muse : Yang Xaio Long ] #[ Open Starter ] #Open To All #[ Read Rules Before Interacting ] #[ That's Another Chapter Closed ( Archived ) ] #[ DNR ( Do Not Reply ) ]

[aminarocks]

Who: Amina & Open Where: State Park When: Anytime during volunteer week!

Amina, as a rule, believed in giving back to the places they took the most from. They'd spent a lot of their free time at the state park, digging for rocks, going for hikes, even doing some yoga or meditation if the need arose. It was one of the most beautiful parts of Merrock, and a nice bike ride from home too.

Today, they'd set out on helping to reset some fences along the parking lot that had fallen down, realigning the wood posts and picking up the mess along the way. They turned to the person near them with a smile, realizing they hadn't spoken. "The volunteer coordinator gave me a look when I said I wanted to do the heavy lifting and that only challenged me more, but I think they were a tiny bit right." They leaned against the fence they'd just realigned.

#merrockstarter #f2f #I'll be working on getting closed starters up but uhhh #I haven't done an open in literally so long so

[ofmymanymuses]

Open: Females 21+

Muse: Jack White [Jeremy Allen White], Mid Twenties, Restaurant Owner/Chef

Plot: Either it is your muse’s first time or just their first time together and it can go any direction. Jack is just a golden retriever boyfriend type when it comes to her and only her. 

“Hey, hey....we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to” Jack brushed her hair back from her face with a small smile. He’d been able to feel her nerves since they’d gotten to the room but the further things progressed the more he worried she was having second thoughts. “We’ll only do what you want to, there’s no rush for anything baby” He assured her, leaning up to kiss her shoulder gently with a smile. “We can always stop too, whenever you want”

#indie smut rp #indie kink rp #its been a long time since I posted open starters go easy on me #open starter

[perpetualxfire]

"You know, sometimes it's just... Hard. Not to think of all of the people I used to know, and feel alone."

#>> open starter;; #(I haven't written here seriously in a while and I spent a long time trying to figure out what the vibe was) #(But I think today it's loneliness and grief.)

[unmeinoniwa]

ㅤㅤ " SAY, what do people do during Christmas anyways ? Even if I can't participate in it, I'd love to hear about what you usually do during the holidays ! "

#✦ RECORDING the fates in the stars. (theodore ic.) #✦ DREAMING our paths will cross. (open starter.) #hi its a christmas miracle #im back #LMAO #how long? the world will never know but ive massive theo brainrot again..

[kingcenred]

Open starter!

He'd managed to drag himself up against the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind him; he'd already lost a lot of blood, and his vision was blurring. Of course Morgause had him stabbed in the stomach - causing him a long, painful death was certainly her style. Footsteps echoed around the throne room, and he tried to focus his eyes on the newcomer.

"Come to finish me off?" he slurred.

#open #open starter #merlin rp #historical rp #v: long live the king #// open to anyone <3 #trigger: blood

[wxrldinmyeyes]

Open Starter for Female Muses | Dominic Angel-Wetherly

Over the last hour, Dominic had been watching a beautiful young woman through the glass window of a local bar. Just across the street from where he was standing. It was his way of stalking his victims before getting the chance to approach them, and using the same routine his father would do whenever he's out for a quick snack.

Snatch, eat and erase.

Sometimes, he would compel them by telling them to keep calm and not to scream. He would then proceed to sink his fangs into their necks and consume as much blood as he would like. He'll have to be careful not to take too much as they are likely to pass out in front of him. And he wouldn't want that.

His thoughts were interrupted when the front door of the bar opened and the woman stepped out. Dominic took notice of her balance becoming unsteady and it became clear to him that she most definitely had a little too much to drink. He didn't like the idea of human blood being mixed together with alcohol and it doesn't matter if she had more than one glass of beer or a bottle of wine. He thought it would be best for her to get sobered up, allow her time to relax and get comfortable before knowing for certain she'll be alright. His plan was to comfort her, not to cause her harm, terror and nightmares. He wouldn't want that to happen to her nor would he even consider it.

With his vampire speed, Dominic approached the woman, standing at least a few inches from her. His ocean blue eyes stared directly at hers and the corner of his mouth curved up in a small smile. Small enough to not show his teeth. Or rather, his fangs. But that will come later. Slowly, he crouched down and extended his arm out to reach for her hand in the event she had already lost balance and fell on the sidewalk. He hoped she wouldn't be frightened or startled by his sudden appearance and without hesitation, he spoke to her in a low, deep voice.

"Do you mind if I walk you home? It's not safe for a young woman like you to be wandering around the streets alone. I will protect you and you have my word that no harm will come to you."

#Character: Dominic Angel-Wetherly #V: Never Lost | Main #Indie RP #Indie Horror RP #Indie Supernatural RP #Open Supernatural RP #Open Horror RP #Open TVD RP #Indie Vampire RP #Open RP #Open Starter #Starter | Dominic Angel-Wetherly #Long post tw #Drinking tw #Alcohol mention tw