#open starters: jason

[jp-todd-rp]

''You gotta be kidding me.''

Jason's shoulders tensed up, burying himself deeper into the leather jacket, as he glared at the first snowflakes of the season through his helmet. ''Now?'' And a shiver travelled down his spine. ''I hate this fucking city -''

#open starter | jason todd #ooc | it's snowing here !!

[the-mocking-robin]

It's too early to do this to himself...

But that's one of the perks of a lantern ring, isn't it? You get to play with cosmic, magic power that literally fits in the palm of your hand. Given that it's charged, of course.

He sighs, fidgeting with the ring on his finger. He hates how well it fits. Hates how it sizes itself for his hand. It tries to feel natural. It almost works.

He isn't sure if it's just an illusion or if what he's looking at was an actual ghost. The figure sitting on the ground near by is pink. Transparent, of course, because few ghosts are ever solid. And his head is bowed down shamefully. No words are said and no explanation given.

Jason understands. Willis wanted better for him. He was never a great father, but he worked his ass off to provide in the way he could. It just cost him his life, is all.

The early morning light hadn't hit, yet. It's still about five in the morning and the two had been sitting in the graveyard for an hour. Apparently, constructing ghosts of loved ones didn't take much energy.

Something finally twists his gut — probably hunger — and he dismisses the visage, not having exchanged so much as a hello. What could he say? What could he do that didn't endanger himself? Already, just having the ring was far from safe.

Maybe he could sell it at a pawn shop in downtown. Let someone else become the chosen for the violet lantern.

#ic. #red hood; the violet lantern (au) #open starter #jason todd #red hood #dc rp #open

[normaltothemax]

It’s dark. That’s the very first thing he notices. Not dark like nighttime in the streets of Gotham. Not dark like midnight in his bedroom with all the curtains pulled shut. Dark like the complete absence of light. His eyes are open, he’s sure of it, blinking frantically, like that’ll somehow turn the lights back on, but he can’t see jackshit.

His head hurts, is the next thing he notices. There’s blood, wet and tacky, along the side of his face, starting somewhere in his hairline. His body aches something fierce, there’s not much room to move around, and all of a sudden he’s thrust back into hazy, panicked memories. Memories of waking up in a pitch black wooden box, six feet under, alone and in pain and not having any way out.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” He chokes out a sob, gasping in breaths, dust still settling around him. He’s back in that damn coffin, alive but buried once again, and he can’t fucking breathe because the fear is choking him. Feeling around himself, he searches desperately for something, anything that’ll help get him out. It’s nothing like the casket, except for all the ways that it is. Everything around him is too hard, too sharp, too rough. He has a little more room to maneuver, but there’s something pinning his legs down. He’s not in a suit this time, but civilian clothes, and his head is swimming, but he thinks he remembers being somewhere. A building. The ground shaking.

Then everything went dark.

So. Probably not a coffin, he manages to rationalize, doing his best not to fully lose himself to panic, lest he use up all his precious oxygen before he can get out of here. He tries to slow his breathing, he really does, but it’s hard to manage when he’s back underground with no way out and the fear is so prominent, so clear, it’s practically tangible.

#✦ ic: jason todd #✦ verse: main (jason todd) #✦ open starter #✦ open starter: jason todd #tw: blood #tw: buried alive #idk how to tag that really so hopefully that'll do (but if anyone thinks of anything else to put lmk) #feel free to be trapped with him or part of the rescue crew #i just wanted to traumatize him a little :3c

[messeduphood]

"If I were angry, I would have emptied Pew Pew Pal on you. I'm used to people forgetting my birthdays, shithead..." Jason said as he cleaned his guns.

#open #starter #anyone who has a close relationship with jason

[witchoflegends]

He's just over here trying to keep his peace and not get involved. No matter how much he might really want to.

#dash commentary #dash commentary: jason todd #red hood: jason todd #/there's a new addition to my dash #/and jason is not happy about it #open starter #open starter: jason

[thcfantasyfactory]

open to females plot: after sleeping with both payne brothers, you want to see what it's like to have both at once

"So...Let me get this straight. You want both of us to fuck you...together?"

Nicolas stared at the female sitting across from him and his brother, a look of mild disbelief etched on his face. Jason, however, let out a deep laugh.

"Wow, baby girl, I didn't realize how dirty you were. I feel like I've been missing out on some great potential." The older male leaned back in his seat, amusement glinting in his eyes. "I won't say I'm not interested, though it might take Nic a minute to warm up to the idea. He never did like sharing his toys."

Nicolas glared at his brother, then shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I never said I wasn't into the idea either; I'm just a bit surprised."

#muse; nicolas payne #muse; jason payne #//they are half brothers btw #//both a bit possessive so this might be interesting lol #//age gaps encouraged #open rp #open starter #open rp starter #open smut #open smut rp #open smut starter #indie smut rp #indie smut starter #smut rp #smut starter

[mysticaltwoface]

"Look I have things to do so whatever you want to chat with me about.. Make it quick"

#Jason Kincaid #Open Starter

[dreamgrlevl]

open starter: jason brooks (f) plot: this plotconnections: any (tab*o welcome just lmk what the connection is) this blog uses beta editor / do not like my starters

"i know it's a lot, but this is what you wanted isn't it?" jason coo's down at her, hips giving another thrust to push another few inches of his thick length into her. her tears only encourage him, and he just can't help but give her another couple inches despite how she's insisting that he's too big too fit. "i told you it was gonna be a lot, but you insisted remember?" he reminds her, after all this was all her idea after she apparently stumbled upon some of his old adult films. she had practically begged him, swearing that she could handle it and even though he knew better, jason just couldn't help himself.

#jason | starters #writing: open starter #CLOSED TO NON MUTUALS

[continuingthefamilyname]

Jason Winchester Open Starter

"I have never shown this much cleavage." Jason sighed and looked back at his friend behind him. "Does this look stupid?"

#jason winchester #open starter #open to anyone

[lazaruspitreborn]

Open starter

Jason had been out for some grocery shopping and nothing else, just a quick grab and go short list of basic things he really needed for his place and ingredients for the week's meal preparation and he could be back home in less than an hour.

It was a perfect plan until he stopped by the crosswalk and heard a commotion going on. 'It's nunnya business Jay, just keep walking.' Said one side of his mind as he crossed to the other side and turned on the corner. 'But you might be the best chance at help right now.' Exclaimed the other side of himself as a counterpoint to make his steps halt and he turned on the heels of his feel to go see what was going on.

A kid locked outside in a car, apparently passed out. People were gathering around, but only one did something about it an all they did was call the police, which Jason calculated that wouldn't be enough, because the cops wouldn't get here fast enough.

'Leave. You're not on duty.' Another debate started inside of him, and it would eat his mind if it wasn't for the fact that he had a huge weakness when it came to kids. Call it a reflection of his life that he couldn't walk away from and ignore.

And, of course, when a man of his size walked into a crowd, if Jason wasn't making himself small, it made others step to the side.

"Gotta break the glass. Anybody has a pen? Like a heavy duty one?" Jason asked with careful control of his voice, threading a line of urgency as he looked around the crowd who were worried about the kid. "C'mon people! There's a kid dying in there! Help a man help her!" He put on some more strength on his voice to get them to search.

A few seconds and a woman handed him not a pen, but a self-defense keychain that looked like a cat with sharp ears and that fit on her knuckles; not the best solution, but it would do for the emergency, and it was better than a pen. Jason closed his fingers around the loops on the thick metal of the keychain and quickly started to punch at the weakest spot of the glass until it broke and he could slip a hand and arm inside to pull on the lock-pin and open the door.

He pulled the limp body of the little girl into his arms to protect her from the shards while getting her out, then looked around to see if anyone knew her, but the crowd seemed to be formed by strangers alone - not good.

The little girl needed medical attention, but the closest hospital was too far away, so the next best thing was... Jada's mobile clinic. Jason should be able to get her there faster than most even though he was going as a civvie, after all, he knew the city better than most, especially the poor side of Gotham.

Another ten seconds and no one claimed the kid, so he took the decision himself and began to run to where he knew Dr. Thompkins would be, he'd deal with the possible consequences later, but first, Jason was going to save this little girl's life.

The minutes felt like an eternity until he handed the little one to Jada and was free to go back to his... oh, shit! Jason forgot his grocery bag amidst the commotion! And now it wasn't where he left it.

A heavy sigh escaped him as he realized what just happened. Truly, Jason couldn't help himself, he loved the people of Gotham and the city itself in his own way, and he did all he could in and out of costumes to make it just a little better. And in turn, often ended up being smacked on the head by the rest of the world for being too giving to strsngers and the people down on their luck of the city.

"Oh, well... hope someone have a nice week with my food and toothpaste." Jason shrugged to himself and pulled his hood up to go back to his day - he wasn't going back to the store, but took his way back home with his hands in his pockets and a slumped postured to blend with the crowd again.

#》open starter #//idk just pick from anywhere to continue i guess? #//i don't really have any plans #//just wanted to write down a little bit of jason being a nameless hero

[starzfield]

Bad encounter

“Alright guys, we’re done for the day !”

Various sighs of relief and happy chatter could soon be heard in the kitchen, as everyone worked on cleaning and tidying the kitchen before leaving. Stretching his arms above his head, Jason heard his spine pop, and satisfaction mixed with tiredness settled in his bones.

His co-workers knew better than speaking to him past a goodbye, and he was pretty content with that. This restaurant’s job was one of his favorites that far, giving hard work but also rewarding. It felt good.

More slowly than the others, the ginger man took his time to leave, giving an answering bye or nod when people would throw one his way. They were all okay to work with, and that was all Jason cared about. He wasn’t here to make bonds, wan’t one to make bonds.

He was fine with his lonely life. Getting close to someone would be only trouble anyway, having to hide his demonic nature, putting them in danger in case someone from Hell found him…

Really, Jason was better alone. Nothing more than a night with a stranger sometimes, when the itch was too strong to ignore, and he started snapping at all his coworkers - his usual clue it was time to release steam.

One night, never more. Not even trading names. And not going to his home.

And yet, despite the lonely, sad ring it had, Jason wouldn’t trade this life for his old one, not even for all the power of Hell.

The door opened to the outside, and the cold air immediately hit his face sharply, contrasting heavily with the heated atmosphere of the kitchen. He was the last to leave, except for the manager who would close everything after himself.

The chillness of the night felt good after a shift of cooking, and he didn’t even speed up to get home. Of course a shower was waiting for him there, being a demon not sparing him entirely from the effect of heat and hard work.

Winter was his favorite season. He handled the actual, deep cold badly, but today felt good. Maybe there would be snow, if he was lucky.

Distracted by his thoughts of white, endless softness, Jason didn’t pay attention to his surroundings. It shouldn’t matter, he knew the way by heart, having done it numerous times already.

However this time something was different. And that difference was about to bite him in the ass. Hard.

“Good evening, Sir.” His whole body froze on the spot. Not an inch was moving, he wasn’t even breathing.

Under one of the streetlight, an ominous shape was looking at him, a smile on their lips that let appear a glimpse of not so human teeth.

Despite being right under the light, it was like the body was made of darkness, refusing to let luminosity touch it.

A demon. A high demon. And worse than anything, a demon who knew who he was.

Breathing again, Jason tried to quickly think of his options. He’d have to fight, obviously. But would he win ? The ginger was tired from a day, hell, a week of work. And his fighting skills were rusty at best. This didn’t look good.

He couldn’t even hope this guy would stop in worry of being noticed by people around, or if a human passed by. He’d kill the poor soul without care, Jason just knew.

The grin in front of him widened, as if able to witness his thoughts. Frowning, Jason dropped his bag on the ground.

Here goes nothing.

#demoncook-jason #glimpse #open starter but DM me first please

[iworryalotdarling]

Open starter

“ Hey, toots” 

#{😏-Jason Argyle} #open starter #mutuals only #i had to use his canon line lol

[normaltothemax]

"Careful with that." He didn't bother looking up from the gun he was cleaning, having spotted them picking up his helmet out of the corner of his eye. Asshole that he was, he didn't even bother trying to sound the slightest bit concerned when he continued with, "S'rigged with explosives. Wouldn't want the whole place to go boom just 'cause you got nosey."

#✦ ic: jason todd #✦ verse: crime lord (jason todd) #✦ open starter #✦ open starter: jason todd #people need to call him out on his dumbassery #tell him he's stupid for putting a BOMB in his helmet

[messeduphood]

#starter #open #take into account Jason is 6'4 and 220 pounds

[witchoflegends]

Open: Doctor Jason

"You having fun with your masks and capes?" Maybe fun wasn't the right word for it, but he honestly hoped it was worth it to the other. "That training will forever be drilled in my head, but I'm glad I left it behind."

#open starter #open starter: jason #red hood: jason todd #jason verse: saving lives not taking

[dozenrozez]

♡ Starter call for Jason Rose ♡

#starter call #jason ♡ opens ♡