#open to m/nb

[lxnleybatbxy]

B R Ø K E N

[open to: m/nb — bestfriend/ex partner]

Solanine was having problems with his current partner and realized that this wasn’t what he wanted, from the constant fights and being verbally abused,..sometimes physically—he had enough and couldn’t help but miss what he had with his ex (your muse). They were perfect together, always happy but Sol made the dumbest mistake by leaving them for this..this horrid person whom he’s been stuck with for over a year now. After running away from a night of being beat , he finds himself at the doorstep of his bestfriends home.—..whom was also his ex.

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Solanine sat there in the corner of his living room shaking, hyperventilating and just wishing he had a chance to escape. He looked up at the window and the at the door, it was quiet in his home and that could only mean that his boyfriend had finally fallen asleep.

This was his chance.

Solanine ran to his room and grabbed a small backpack, shoved some clothes and a few important things he needed for now. If he was brave enough he’d come back for the rest of it—the long haired blonde now was slipping out the door and getting into his car before quickly driving off.

Sol didn’t really think in this moment, his eyes were clouded by tears and his body aches form the beating he had gotten earlier, even the bruising around his left eye was getting dark. “Fuck....fuck, fuck!” He screamed as he hit the steering-wheel. Solanine wasn’t sure where to go, he felt so helpless and could only think of one person..but would they even help, he knew they were bestfriends still but..they were ex partners.

Sol let out a heavy sigh before driving to the house, he parked out front and rushed to the door before knocking frantically. “Please be home, please be home..!”

#open starter #( .s t a r t e r. ) #human!verse #indie rp #independent rp #open rp #open to m/nb #rp #open to non mutuals

[lady-crowned-with-stars]

Open to (mutuals/non mutuals): m/nb, Connection: her husband, Plot: They are in an arranged marriage and it's not going too well, Setting: fantasy, medieval

❝And what of your duty as my husband? I have been doing everything expected of me as a wife!❞ 

#open to non mutuals #open indie rp #open indie starter #open to m/nb #open rp starter #open starter

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Open Ghost starter

Open to Men/nobinary muses 

Tw: dubious consent

Ezra watched as someone moved into the home that was now declared a historic home, the home his family used to live in once upon a time, hundreds of years ago. Since then a lot had changed, the walls reminded him more of pain than any happiness anymore, it was run down and not well maintained, and something that brought him a good amount of sadness was the fact that every mezuzah in the doorways had been taken down. He watched as people brought boxes and furniture in and sooner than he knew it, there was a bedframe in the main bedroom and someone sleeping in it. An attractive someone, sleeping naked. Being perpetually frozen in time at a young adult at his horniest peak in life, he felt compelled to taste, making his form only mildly visible as he floated down, kissing at the sleeping human’s inner thigh, enjoying the warmth of a living body against his cold lips.

#open starter #open to m/nb #muse: ezra merritt

[0ff-with-his-h3ad]

fuzzy feels💀🌹—open starter

connection: stolas has had a crush on your muse for some time long, they’ve been close friends with benefits for years now and stolas wants nothing but for them to finally get together but your muse won’t accept their feelings about stolas until one night...they asked him on a date for the first time.. —- this plot is going to be like this episode of Helluva Boss if you need a ref [ x ]

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Stolas had been sitting around the manor feeling more lonely than normal, he was curled up on the couch with his favorite blanket and turned on the television to slightly entertain his numb mind but that was when a loud sound echoed beside him.

His phone rang and seeing who it was made his heart jump.

Stolas spat out the food he was eating, coughed a couple of times before he cleared his throat and answered. How embarrassing.

“H-Hello~”

“Stolas...hey..are you busy tonight?”

He stared blankly and blinked a few times. “N-No..why do you ask?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to a club tonight..?”

Stolas had to focus on what the other had just asked him. His heart thudded against his chest and he felt a fuzzy feeling covering his entire body. It was like pins and needles, how delightful.“Are....are you asking me on..a date?” If it were possible, small hearts would form in the center of his eyes.

“Yeah..yeah, I guess I am. How quick can you make it to Ozzys Club?” The other asked Stolas.

“I’ll be there in twenty!” He said happily before snapping his fingers making his nicest outfit appear on his body. The witch looked absolutely stunning and his best for the other.He truly wanted to make sure that his crush couldn’t deny him this time.

#( .s t a r t e r. ) #open starter #open rp #random starter #indie rp #independent rp #rp #open to m/nb

[cardigaen]

♡ open starter. ( m/f/nb )

❛  so,    how long have you guys been seeing each other?  ❜

#indie rp #m/f/nb! #˚ open starter . . ⊹ ic. #˚ starter . . ⊹ drew waters.

[miidnighters]

O p e n | based on this

Bella was beyond caring.

It had been so long since she'd had to do this. Not the faking her death, uprooting herself, getting started in a new town bit, but it had been a long time since she'd allowed herself to feel for anyone knowing there would be an end date. The fact that they'd broken up before she disappeared arguably made her feel worse about having done it in the first place.

It was this funk that had her ordering the pizza without thinking. Pizza that she didn't even eat, but when the doorbell rang would have his favourite toppings on it. Heaving herself up with a sigh from where she was unpacking boxes, Bella didn't even bother to think about what she looked like before she swung open the door, clad only in an oversized, pale yellow sweater.

"Sorry for making you come all the way out here. I'll pay for it but like. Frisbee it off the roof for all I care."

#x. open | bella | ☾ #indie rp #indie supernatural rp #open to all m/f/nb #x. open | all | ☾

[gcldensnflwr]

                                         (   𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧   |   𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 !  )

“  i  used  to  think  of  you  a  caring  thing.  ”

#angst ??? betrayal ??? #indie rp #open for m / f / nb! #maybe historical if you'd like! :) (he is a prince in his historical verse !!)

[midnightpsychos]

“I wanna stay… but something in my head is telling me not to…”

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 // Paisley Brennan #starter call #open to anyone <3 #open to m/f & nb <3

[lady-crowned-with-stars]

Open to (mutuals/non mutuals): m/f/nb, Connection: significant other/friend, Setting: always love fantasy/historical setting but up to you

Please don't like my starters.

❝Would you kill for me?❞ The brunette asks, resting her chin against her palm as she stares at the other, curious about their answer. It is an unusual way to start a conversation certainly, but Gilrin is interested in their answer, needs to know if they would be willing to commit a crime for her, to go against their own moral code perhaps. She is pretty sure she would do this for them.

#open indie starter #open indie rp #open rp starter #open to non mutuals #open to m/f/nb

[sourstimes]

" i gave you everything i had. " margot shakes her head, running a hand through her long brown hair. heart races as she leans against the wall behind her, craving some sort of stability. " do you even love her ? "

#give me cheating give me toxicity give me angst! #indie rp #indie smut rp #open starter #m/f/nb anybody is welcome!

[fxllen-angxlboy]

open starter 💀— tw: blood, injury

“I’m sorry...I should have listened to you and stayed...home...I’m sorry, I love you...” Angels voice was weak, his voice raspy from how damaged his entire body was. “Be good for me...okay..baby?” He coughed harshly, causing the phone to fall and end.

Moments ago the male had gotten into a car accident and only had moments of energy to call his partner. He need to tell them he loved them one last time, this felt like it was his time...

The front windshield was smashed inwards, his airbag popped and something sharp penetrated his body deep enough to cause his body to bleed. “F-Fuck...” He groaned out. Thankfully the other person in the accident hadn’t been harmed much and called the ambulance, Angel could hear them in the far distance but his body wanted to give out.

#( .s t a r t e r. ) #open starter #open to m/f/nb #open to all #indie rp #independent rp #rp #roleplay

[supercutts]

         ❛  yeah,  sure,  of  course  i'm  happy  for  you     and  your  ugly  fucking  boyfriend.  ❜    brows  raise  in  feigned  innocence.    ❛  what  ?  i'm  serious  !  ❜

#open to f/m/nb !! #indie rp #indie bi rp #open rp #open starter #based on that one text post lmao #if u saw this on my last blog no u didn't <3 #✧ * º · mina leary ( interaction. )

[cardigaen]

♡ open starter. ( m/f/nb )

❛  even if you don't trust me and even if you don't like me, i'm still going to be looking out for you. ❜

#indie rp #m/f/nb! #˚ open starter . . ⊹ ic. #˚ starter . . ⊹ stephen rocke.

[miidnighters]

O p e n | based on this

It wasn't often that Isaac picked up shifts at the bar - his work at the orchard kept him pretty busy, and his awkward social skills didn't make him the greatest over-the-counter conversationalist. But that's why he did it, because otherwise he'd never talk to anyone but his trees.

Last night though. He'd been keeping an eye on a familiar face, someone he'd seen around before in the company of others or on their own, always smiling, always happy. Not last night. Clearly, something had happened - and Isaac knows this because they were screaming it all over the bar. And then they'd spotted him, recognised him, and started screaming directly to him. And then they'd thrown up in the decorative plant by the door.

Suffice to say, Isaac felt some modicum of responsibility, and so had taken the other - now dozing against the window of his car - home, figuring he could get them home home in the morning. After tucking the other into his own bed, Isaac crashed on the couch - groaning when it felt like only moments had passed and he was awake again.

Shuffling into the kitchen, Isaac figured he may as well make breakfast. Halfway through mixing pancake batter he hears shuffling, tossing a look over his shoulder at the figure in the doorway.

"How are you feeling? You got pretty drunk." He commiserates, voice gruff. "You want some pancakes? I'm making enough to share."

#x. open | isaac | ☾ #indie rp #indie supernatural rp #open to all - m/f/nb #also this got so long but i had to get in the Setup. any reply does not need to be as long lmao #x. open | all | ☾