#Open for Rp blogs

[gemscales-and-tea]

"Pal...?"

Silence in answer.

The stink of death still hasn't let go of Krat; still roams the alleyways and the shadows that spill from every busted brick and twisted metal sign post. The puppet is sitting firmly among this sick little stage show of one man's hubris. It has been at least a week since Geppetto's death and Pinocchio has wandered, removing the disease that his so called 'father' had infected Krat with.

A disease of which he is part of, an unwilling instigator of the loss of thousands. Teeth clench hard in his mouth and, had he been human, maybe he would have bled a little from the force. But there is no dripping red... instead a swirl of black muddling a brilliant, almost incandescent, streak of blue running from his lip.

Ergo.

Nearby, a swirl of this very life source, the specter of Carlo observes but does not say a word. He doesn't need to. The puppet's twisted confusion and anger are clear enough. The creak of metal is heard as Pinocchio finally stands and looks at the spirit of the young man he was created to become... and yet did not. A 'failure' according to his father.

Even the unseen child will weep.

"... Why couldn't he just let us die?"

What was this life? This existence? Trapped between two extremes, never fully belonging to either side? Who was he? Carlo? Someone else? Someone new? What could he become? Too many questions, too many possibilities.

All at the expense of ripping a soul from its rightful rest. The specter's eyes twitch and, faintly, the expression turns to a sort of saddened fury. Why could their father not do anything that did not concern his own selfish desires? It was a question that would never have a satisfying answer.

".... I don't know."

It brings Pinocchio no solace, no relief.

He turns... and he walks away.

[lexcorp-luthor]

Everyone loves Bruce Wayne so much. Is it because I'm bald? Is that why you hate me?

[another-argo]

>>Open Starter<<

Ghosting

(c'mon, you didn't think I'd stay gone, did you?)

Argo's room had stayed empty for weeks after his death. Only a few people knew where his grave was; so some people took it upon themselves to put offerings in his room instead of on his grave.

It's been a few weeks- to a month or two. The wound still hurts.. but life progresses.

The strangest thing about that is.. any offerings that Argo would've VERY MUCH enjoyed.. disappeared. Any daggers? Gone. Sour candy? Gone aswell.

You think that it's just a coincidence. Maybe- maybe people are actually just bad at this whole offering thing! If Argo was still alive he wouldn't have accepted the gifts anyways.

Because of Argo's room becoming a public tribute, even some kids from camp have managed to slip in- maybe to pay respects, maybe to swear out the bastard one more time, maybe just to pretend they knew him better than they really did.

You thought the noise coming from Argo's room was another camper- or one of his adopted siblings- in there again.

But then there was a crash.

Then another crash.

And something deep- something dark inside you lights. Your immeadiate thought is Eris. Only Theo actually saw the dead body- maybe she didn't die.

You brace yourself for a fight before you open the door and see.. Argo.

Emotions flood you in a giant wave- looking at your dead friend- or enemy- or.. whatever Argo was to you. For a moment, you think it was all a bad dream.

But Argo.. doesn't notice you. He's enamored with this stuffed rabbit.. playing with it like a little kid. He's holding a piece of a wooden block in their other hand, unwilling to let it go.

Argo hums a small tune under their breath. Their hair has gotten longer- and the blonde has grown to be majority of his hair. His eyes are a watercolor of brown and blue now- and he just looks.. transparent?

Argo moves over to some more of the offerings. There are a million different bouquets- but he picks up one that Commodus left for him- tucking a flower into his feather crown.

They put everything down- except they put the wood block in their pocket.

They look at the many daggers that were left to them. Picking some up and inspecting them.

Argo still seems completely oblivious to your presence..

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT !

(Seriously, anyone.)

taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @orion-the-hunterpt2 @lilacnightshade @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @faceless-bugger @unlicensed-field-medic @the-great-emperor-commodus @the-eclipsed-sun

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

Anyone can interact

Literally please I love any interaction

[lanternlit]

happy pride month for the entire queer community but especially my fellow aroallos! my aromantic pan/poly/omni/bisexuals, aromantic lesbians and gays, aromantic heterosexuals (you belong here), aromantic polyamorous and kinky peers (you belong here, annual havu reminder that in this house we acknowledge that kink belongs at pride)!

[unlucky-fuck]

open starter

buddy system

You weren't told much about Archie- just that upon coming to camp they IMMEADIATELY attempted to escape. They're a constant flight risk and prone to trouble.

So, they assigned someone to make sure they stay out of trouble.

That just so happened to be you, unfortunately.

You walk into the Big House, and see a short-ish, brown haired, heavy eyebagged kid- covered in scars and bruises.

They sit across the table from Mr. D- who is restraining him with grape vines. They see you and grumble a complaint... but they do leave with you, crossing their arms and glaring the whole time.

They're completely silent- following you to the required camp activities.

Do you start the conversation?

all interaction appreciated!

[travellingfor-freedom]

“Ohhh shit- Getting lost is quite frustrating..”

[fightingthetoxicallegations]

OPEN STARTER:

"I bet you don't feel lighter." No, I don't feel lighter.

TW: Derealization, minor(?) injury

Theo's been dealing with some things lately, but he just can't think of any solution to any of his problems. He feels bad for it, for not being able to help, no matter how much he tries. Now that he's seen the state Argo was in when he left him in that cell, he feels... horrible as ever.

He had to shadow travel away, he couldn't stay with his brother any further. It was clear Argo didn't want him there, and he would respect his brother's wishes... most of the time. Once he made sure Argo was back in control and relatively safe — or at least knew he'd claim to be safe — he left.

Though, something happened when he was in that cell. The Death Mist surrounded him at one point, and refused to leave him since. He did manage to briefly rid his hands from it, but it was only temporary and he's not sure he can bounce back from this as easily as he though he could back when it all started. It's cold. Really, really cold.

You find him in the forest again, standing in the shadow of a tree. Though, it's... not really him. It's more so a cloud of mist, or at least it looks to be that. A cloud of mist in a vaguely humanoid shape, with... some unnatural coloration to it. Almost like human skin. What could convince some that it really is Theo are the greenish-red blobs visible on the cloud's form. Around where a human chest would be, and the most of them are around where the heart would be.

Taglist (ask to be added or deleted!!!): @the-great-emperor-commodus @another-argo @literally-tinker-bell @roryandthethorns @dad-left-for-the-milk @reyno-solis-real @reluctant-son-of-time @judas-of-eris @notaeoluschild @tearslikeacid

[god-abandon-me]

{open Starter} run away

*you were walking around the town doing whatever people do, and you saw this teen running for their life they saw you and told you don't tell them you saw me. Then she went into an alley way*

What do you do?

(tags @acezinspace @emdabitchass @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @least-favorite-hades-kid @penelope-is-waiting @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @aura-of-the-winds @lucifermorningstar-official @the-speedster-god @lethia-not-athena @/anyone )

(my master list)

(tell me if you want to be added or remove)

[the-teething-phase]

He fell (was pushed)

[cassie-child-of-hades]

{open starter} what are you?

*you saw Cassie leaving their cabin a few hours ago and since it was already night it got darker, so you took a flashlight and went out to the forest where you saw they left. It took a few minutes but you found them in more comfortable outfits- well not their dress. But you noticed they had horns and as you continue to look over them their legs are black like the darkest, but they still had their gloves on. They saw you and had a hungry look in their eyes*

What do you do?

(tags @acezinspace @emdabitchass @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @least-favorite-hades-kid @penelope-is-waiting @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @aura-of-the-winds @lucifermorningstar-official @the-speedster-god @lethia-not-athena @the-god-ofwar @seleneandheliosog @mother-of-trust @princess-of-jade @notesbyaphrodite @justice-bringer @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @amber-the-unknown @apollo-ask-blog @least-favorite-ares-kid @thomasofithaka @defect-child-of-eros @sunny-child-of-apollo @solar-flares-and-fox-snares @aether-di-angelo @piper-mclean-official @/anyone )

(my master list)

(tell me if you want to be added or remove)

(reference)

[another-argo]

Open Starter

*●let me be normal●*

Things with Argo had been quiet, which.. isn't usually a sign that things will continue to be good.

Argo felt bad for causing trouble- he really did. Andrew didn't deserve this bullshit.

But- Argo didn't deserve the constant memories; the constant reminders that he's no longer himself. The monstrous claws- scars that he's left on himself on every inch of his remaining skin..

Argo was sitting on the roof of the palace; which.. probably wasn't smart- but it's fine.

He has a handkerchief next to him, coughing up black goo and blood- and occasionally bone/porcelain.

He also has candles lit all around him.

"Please- anyone who's listening... just.. I want to be normal. I will do anything to be normal-" Argo begs, clasping their claws together in prayer.

Suddenly, all the candles extinguish- Argo squeaks in fear.

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT

(I love new interaction!)

taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @orion-the-hunterpt2 @lilacnightshade @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @faceless-bugger @unlicensed-field-medic @the-great-emperor-commodus @the-eclipsed-sun @sophia-hunter-of-artemis @daughter-of-thanatoss

[fight-like-a-man]

open starter

im fine.

Brutus is bad at taking care of himself.. but he's usually better at hiding his distress.

In the last few days he'd been in and out of the infirmary over 10 times. He'd passed out during training 5 times in 3 days... but nobody can keep him on bedrest. Even in his sickly state, he's able to physically overpower basically anyone at camp.

Brutus was patrolling the borders of camp when you saw him collapse to the ground- coughing up blood.

He wipes his mouth, attempting to stand.. but unable to find the strength. He sits there and starts to shake, freezing in place.

What do you do?

[fallbackin-time]

“I can’t get work done today, the cat is napping on me and that’s much more important”

[solar-flares-and-fox-snares]

⛅︎ [CLOSED] STARTER: THE RETURN ⛅︎

There's a storm outside, but the weather in Camp Half Blood is tranquil as always. As you approach the border, you hear someone calling for you. As you look down the hill, you spot a soaked Cyrus, grinning apologetically whilst putting more pressure on one leg than the other. There's blood on his face and arms, but the rain is quickly washing it away.

"Hey there."

Taglist: @daughter-of-pasithea @defect-child-of-eros @sunny-child-of-apollo and anyone else who wants to rp (lmk if you wanna be added or removed from taglist)

[the-young-helios-kid]

{open starter} I don't think that's how it works

*You knew page liked to spend time in the infirmary, but as you walk around you saw her with a dummy on the ground as she tries to do "chest compression" instead of doing it normally she was jumping on the chest probably since she couldn't get it deep enough*

What do you do?

(tags @acezinspace @emdabitchass @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @least-favorite-hades-kid @penelope-is-waiting @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @aura-of-the-winds @lucifermorningstar-official @the-speedster-god @lethia-not-athena @the-god-ofwar @seleneandheliosog @mother-of-trust @princess-of-jade @notesbyaphrodite @justice-bringer @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @amber-the-unknown @apollo-ask-blog @least-favorite-ares-kid @that-roman-arsonist @thomasofithaka @the-great-emperor-commodus @defect-child-of-eros @sunny-child-of-apollo @solar-flares-and-fox-snares @/anyone )

(my master list)

(tell me if you want to be added or remove)