#Open RP replies

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: Trade Negotiations

Vior’va huffed as she stepped off her ship’s ramp, the dense and humid atmosphere of this planet hitting her like a slap across the face. The Gue’la were certainly extremely adaptive as far as predominant species and races in the galaxy went, but the fact that they actively chose to live on such uncomfortable and—in some cases—inhospitable planets…she didn’t know whether to consider it a mark of awe or foolishness, and she doubted they could explain it to her if she asked.

It briefly made her question the wisdom of those who had sent her—though, not enough to dissuade her from continuing forward. After all, she had been the one chosen for this mission, to deliver the peace accords and broker a potential alliance and trade agreement with this sect of the Imperium of Man. She had been chosen for her talents and skills of persuasion, and she would not fail her people when they needed her. She would return with success.

Success, and more than a bit of sweat, she noted as he fanned herself and panted softly.

[h3llblazer]

Open rp starter (cause i need to be more active-)

honestly? you'd think he'd be out of this slump after everything he's done so far. but no.

once an alcholic forever one he supposed, he did tone it down atleast, but that didnt mean he wasnt currently seated outside on a bench with nothing but a pack of cigs and a half full bottle of gold label as his company. stupid pathetic man he was.

sure he used to be more than just pathetic on nolstalgic nights like these. but hey..theres..well what was there? he knew he was making a mistake as he drank, mistakes he wants to fix but he simply doesnt know how.

he was deep deep in thought..how will he ever reconnect with someone that seemed to be making such a good living for themselves? all he would do is bring misfortune like he has done more than enough times befor- no no..none of that he doesnt need to spiral further into the abyss of self loathing and self hate. he has done that enough.

doesnt mean he really notices the cold nipping at his nose or anything or anyone around him..

[night-raven-miscellany]

[✨OPEN RP PROMPT POST-OB YAHOOO!!!!]

Yuna was... Exhausted, to say the least.

Her outburst had not lasted long, but then again, these sorts of things never did.

On top of that, she had no experience with magic whatsoever, and it was a wonder she wasn't outright dead, if not comatose.

She stared up aimlessly at the ceiling of the infirmary, left to reflect on her (admittedly humiliating) actions, wondering if there would be anyone who would grace her with their company, even if it were only to scold her for her recklessness and nothing more.

[vicedmuses]

open to: f/m/nb! potential connections: coworkers, business rivals, customers that need something from the business, someone that worships/looks up to him, t.boo connections welcomed about muse: winston van der bilt [ 29 y/o serial killer businessman. next in line to inherit the family company. works hard and k.illing is his stress reliever ]

he had told his assistant to hold all of his calls and cancel the rest of the meetings. he needed to plan out a date for the night where it wasn't going to end up good, at least for one of them. so surprise washed over his face when he heard the door to his office opened. he swiftly moved the piece of paper down to one of his drawers and locked it. "what are you doing here? i'm in the middle of," actually, he didn't need to explain himself. this company was going to be his one day. "i'm busy, so you better have a real good reason for interrupting me."

[captain-dville]

*So they were doing this.*

*There was no way around it: Jonny was terrified as he sat on the side of the wheel-out medical bed, watching @scientist-cognizi potter around getting set up. They'd done what they could to make the medical bay look less like a lab, though Jonny had been unhelpful in explaining why exactly - he'd thrown a bedsheet over the equipment they weren't using, and refused a medical gown in favour of just stripping down to his trousers.*

*He could hear the irregular tick - czztick - tick of his mechanical heart all too loudly in the quiet room. He squeezed @everybodys-favourite-gunner 's hand reflexively, hoping it wasn't too obvious how quiet he was being, or how his shoulders were trembling. Then he did the same to @drumbbot-brian's hand on his other side.*

*He saw Raphaella reach for a screwdriver, and tensed up - then he let his gaze flick over to Nastya where she was leaning against the wall, watching over everything, and felt his breathing steady just a little.*

[jeanzoriley-cod]

(Open RP)

(Based on that one song I got sent. Specifically this lyric What will you share with them What will you say Paint your vision Lead the way)

Jeanz was in her room, her gaze focused on the giant canvas in front of her. It was nighttime, her tasks done for the day. She had an idea bouncing around her head all day and decided to paint her idea. She had put on some music, making sure to keep it at a decent volume. She didn't want to disturb either of her wall neighbors, seeing as she didn't exactly know who lived in either of the rooms.

Her hair was out of it's normal braid, pulled up into a messy bun ontop of her head, a paintbrush stuck through it, keeping it in place. She already had part of the canvas filled, having painted the background. The background had a big dark farmhouse with a dirt road leading away from it. On the other side of the farmhouse was an open field where animals had been painted. There were two wolves, three horses, a pure white German Shepherd, a red fox, and a deer with small antlers. Jeanz had also already painted her and Clara running through the field towards the dirt road on the other side of the canvas.

Jeanz was currently working on the other part of her canvas, focusing on getting the vehicles on the dirt road just right. There were four motorcycles and two cars. If someone looked close enough, they would look very familiar. In her concentration, Jeanz had her dog tags stuck in between her teeth. She had already changed out of her uniform into a black tank top and some loose pajama bottoms. Her cheeks had swiped of paint in different colors smudged across them, some even on her forehead, but it didn't matter to her in the moment, too focused on the big canvas in front of her. Her mind was racing of thinking where to place the other subjects that would be included in the painting.

[terrorbitch]

open to: w & nb.

plot: our muses are frenemies (maybe codependent besties who hate and love each other, rivals of some sort, sorority sisters, etc.) and they got into a fight before a big party and ended up splitting up in the beginning of the night. now that it's been a few hours, your muse is looking for her and ... well, surprise! super 'innocent' and mildly religious romy is in the woods with a lower classman. and they lock eyes?

there was a secret anger that boiled underneath the surface. every time her 'friend' tried to set her up with some guy at one of these parties, he was always such a loser. thankfully, she had a few girls she could pull away to help take out her anger on. sneaking away, deep into the woods, she had pushed the girl onto her knees. she already forgot her name, but she had looked up at her eagerly ⸺ and ro couldn't help but smile at the way she did. with her dress pushed up, she grabbed the girl by her hair and made quick use of her mouth. a movement caught her eye for a moment, glancing over to catch said friend staring at them. for a minute, ro thought to push the girl off of her... but instead, she kept eye contact. instead, she moaned out a little louder and pulled her closer. she daringly stared into her friend's eyes, feeling so much better than she had before.

[cherrygrxves]

open to f | about jordan | muses are out to eat.

"babe, please don't trip on this waitress - she's just being friendly."

[m4ds-ba1ley]

Has anyone else noticed all the random disappearances in town? I tried asking my brother but he won’t tell me anything!! He just says I’m being childish.. someone tell me I’m not crazy??

[copper-9spurgatory]

Lesbian 🫵

-🥚

Well I’m not gonna deny it

new blog new me

[asexxxualerotica]

The Little Sapphire Whore

~A Dark RP featuring Jester Lavorre~

Her mother had warned her. She had told her stories of what the world outside their chateau was like—of men who would try to take advantage of her, of monsters that lurked in the shadows, of all the terrors and troubles she might face. However, her mother was also a terribly anxious woman, and Jester had been filled with such an insatiable curiosity from such a young age—surely, the world wasn’t as terrible as her mother had claimed?

The iron shackle around her neck as she sat within the cage was all the answer she needed. She’d barely made it more than two days out from Nicodranas before they’d fallen on her—a small crew of bandits who had caught her while she was taking a dip in a small spring. She hadn’t had any weapons or tools to defend herself, not even clothes—and they hadn’t bothered to give her any once they dragged her back to their den.

A shiver ran across her naked figure, both from the breeze on her naked figure, and the sound of the door across the way opening. It seemed someone wanted to make a visit…

[teaandcheckmates]

Between Earl grey and Lady grey, which do you prefer?

Also have you ever had a London fog (Earl grey tea with steamed milk and vanilla in it)?

Between Earl Grey and Lady Grey?

That’s like asking me to choose between dignity and flirtation.

Earl Grey is decisive, refined, and slightly intimidating. A bit like my grandfather.

Lady Grey, meanwhile, is lighter, more citrusy—she enters a room and everyone immediately feels like they should sit up straighter.

So, if I’m feeling stern and philosophical: Earl Grey.

If I’m feeling whimsical and perhaps about to write bad poetry on a windowsill: Lady Grey.

As for a London Fog—

I... tried one. Once. In secret. In the servants’ pantry, hunched over like a criminal.

I was attempting to be modern. Cosmopolitan. A gentleman of the world.

And then I spilled half of it into a drawer of linen napkins and panicked so hard I accidentally drank the rest in one gulp and got vanilla foam on my jabot.

Still, it was lovely. Would recommend. 8/10. Would not recommend doing it while crouched behind the preserves shelf.

Yours in tea and mild disgrace, — Percy

[wickcdmindz]

open to all genders (submissive muses with a praise kink) plot: dylan finds your muse in her dad or brother's bed waiting for him. curiosity takes hold. connections: family member's s/o or fwb

"he's not here right now. shame, really. he'd fully appreciate the view."

[cmdr-graves]

[ open rp ]

Technology couldn't have made it any easier to browse through photos like window shopping for the entertainment for the night. Hell, Graves didn't even have to leave the comfort of his own couch.

He'd heard it related to a butcher's shop once, selecting a good cut of meat. And well, by Graves standards, this particular cut of meat didn't even have to be good, but simply willing. The messages from previous one nights stands served as a graveyard for all his previous conquests.

And now? Another one.

It's a match!

[anexthetxc]

"I'm not the woman you're looking for. I was cleared of that months ago, go bother someone else if you're stirring up trouble."

[inquirics]

in the mood for new threads, so LIKE THIS POST if i can lurk through your open starters and reply to one or two !! bonus points if i can focus on sapphic plots !!