#int: open starter

[krakenknucklesx]

location: The Lion’s Den

@angelridgestart​

“Pick your poison,” Austin said, swirling a towel around the inside and then outside of a freshly cleaned glass. He stood behind the bar, having just started his shift. His shift at the Boardwalk had just ended, as was evident by the name tag still on his shirt. He’d forgotten to take it off. It wasn’t rare for him to go right from one job to the other, it was a little less common for him to be sloppy like that. Austin was someone that did a lot, but he had his shit together. Mostly. “Cliche, I know. After a while, ya run outta fresh lines. So what’s it gonna be?” 

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb (selective with f) | plot: eden is a camgirl/OF creator but tries to keep it from her friends and family, but to her dismay, your muse found her account. | any connection welcome! taboo or not! | please read rules before interacting. | can be supernatural or not, lmk. }

"why do you keep looking at me like that?" eden asked as she sat beside the other on the couch, having noticed the glances in her direction that she couldn't quite narrow down if they were curious, angry or worried about something. "do i have something on my face?"

[sammiesalazar]

open starter: 3 of 3 location: upper hand tattoo studio

While the studio was quiet Sammie enjoyed a coffee and catching up with her socials, only those relating to business, while she hung out at her station in wait for her next client. There was time to kill and sometimes she did alright with idle moments and other times she couldn't be still. After she'd replied to a few inquiries and communicated about appointment availability and the parameters of what a session with her entailed she pulled out her sketchbook. Sammie always had something scratching around in her brain. When she heard someone come in she looked up with a bit of a smile. "You have an appointment, right? Unless you're just dropping in for a quick cliché..."

[kolkingston]

open starter: 3 of 3 location: firefly brewery

It wasn't the best habit to have but Kol had been better about his drinking in the last few years. The job made it so, not the lessening of the sorrow. He'd lost track of how long he'd been sat there at the bar and how many drinks he'd slung back. The tell was there being no woozy feeling and he couldn't quite feel the persistent ache of absence and guilt, so that meant he'd hit the sweet spot. "You've seen it, right?" Kol spoke to the person next to him without really looking their way. "That thing on the tv late at night. That Miracle Spring Water stuff." Most nights he did sleep when alone in that big empty house. "You think it works?"

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @mobscene-starters EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: Main Bar. Post initiation.

Not only was Melissa in a better mood for knowing her tent was among her more refine tasted, it'd unfortunately, been soured just as quickly when she'd spotted who her partner was: and while Benjamin couldn't pretend he'd been ecstatic when he'd found of whom he would room with -- it was better than the likes of the Italians.

Of whom, he hoped to never see again. Especially Giordana. It was sickening, the way he had a cane with him at all lines, tucked away so he could pretend at times that it didn't ache and groan with every passing hour that he was stood on it. And yet, in typical Benjamin fashion, he persevered: because, deep down, he knew Melissa was close by, undoubtedly watching him.

The perk, gratefully, was the free alcohol he'd been given with his new found status for the weekend. Was it possible that Giordana would find him, choke him out and take him room for the night? Maybe, if his room mate hadn't been Roman fucking Baranovsky. He grunted, downing the remainder of his drink, and turning to the bar.

"Can I get another please?" it was the presence to his life, though, that had him side-eyeing as his glass was quickly replaced. "So, what? Poor tent means..." he paused to sip his drink. "You wanna be my friend now?"

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: brody's out here looking for any reason to start fighting people 🤷 but y/m break's it up. it's pretty vague so feel free to assume stuff or hmu to plot if you'd like. 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:  ex/old fling, friend/fwb, bf/gf/so, person he's fighting or the person breaking up the fight, whatever works~

Always ready to fight Brody shifted his feet subconsciously into a more defendable position as the man he'd started shit with moved to shove against his muscular chest, sending him only a step back. Without missing so much as a beat Brody shoved the other back, a few choice words leaving his lips as he cussed the other out. "Don't fucking push me man, I'll knock you the fuck out," he warned hotly, blue eyes fierce as a smaller body moved between him and the other guy, seemingly to end their flight before it had truly started. He shifted on his feet, movements easy and experienced with a fight, hands clenching and unclenching as they hung at his sides.

[blcssom]

open to: w/nb ft. jessie foster (she/they) inspo in source!

she props herself up onto her elbows from where she's still wound in their sheets, letting out a heavy sigh. "i can't believe you're leaving just because he asked where you were: he doesn't fucking know, he just gets paranoid when he realizes you have a life outside of him!" as they should, as far as jessie was concerned. they'd never understood the appeal of the boyfriend in general, but especially when he made demands on a whim like they were obligated to do whatever he wanted. "you said we'd get to have a sleepover this week."

[lemons-pens]

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𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 for an interaction.

any muse will be used unless requested for a specific muse. if you're a multi - muse blog as well, specify who of your fellows you'd like for one of mine to meet...

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[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone connection: son/daughter/child to his employer or maybe the person he works for (he’s a bodyguard/security detail), ex or old flame, enemies to lovers, anything that works really. bonus points if they're also supernatural. location: party or club

“You seem a little shocked to see me here,” Ruth mused with a slight chuckle as he exhaled the intake of smoke he’d drawn into his lungs moments before he’d spoken, left leg dropping down from where it had been propped up against his other while he sat tucked away in the corner to smoke. He liked to think that he had noticed them well before they had noticed him but Ruth couldn’t be entirely sure, it was the night before his first day off work in quite some time and it wasn’t any secret to anyone who truly knew the man that he enjoyed a good party and drink to bring his tension down. Ruth took another drag and exhaled it through his nose this time, blue eyes glancing up to sweep over the other before his lips curled up at one corner as he met their gaze.

“I do have a life outside of work, y'know. Don’t worry too much though, I’m not here to ruin your night or anything, not yet at least,” his lips twitched a bit more and he took one last drag of his cigarette before he tapped it out in a nearby empty cup and stood to his full height, stretching his arms over his head with a small groan. Limbs stretched to his satisfaction Ruth shifted on his feet and flexed his fingers as if he were trying to wake his body up again. “��� you aren’t here to get into trouble, are you?” He asked, crooked smirk widening as it pulled over his teeth in amusement, a shadow of mischief glinting in his gaze.

[unfortunate-daughter-of-hestia]

Open starter

except im hot and tired so im too lazy to make it look or even sound like im a sane person.

It is 3 IN THE FUCKING MORNING. And because clearly Willow thinks things through (she doesnt), you now have a fox laying on you, and staring up at you.

She swats at you and looks at you piteously.

Taglist (feel my pain) 𓏏𓏏ᴗᴗ)

@demigod-jack-hearth

@you-cant-save-us

@hispanic-child-of-hermes

(feel free to ask to be on it ...)

[de-lightedrose]

Greetings.

"Oh, who might you be...? Have we met before...? You may refer to me as Light, Rose, or some combination of the two, I really don't mind."

This is an rp blog I've made for a roblox oc of mine, Delighted_Roses! Blogs from various fandoms are fine to interact, as she isn't from the universe of any specific game.

"They speak like this"

[Actions/narration look like this]

["She thinks like this"]

Rules under the cut.

Blog Rules!

Please, refrain from any NSFW interactions or asks. Flirting/being slightly suggestive is alright, though no more than that, as the blog mod is a minor.

You are allowed to be rude to the character, but I kindly ask you not to be rude to the real person behind this blog.

If your ask hasn't been answered yet, don't worry! I'll get to it as soon as I can.

Harming the character is fine, but please ask first! I wouldn't like her to be killed or controlled, unfortunately.

General Information.

Deighted_Roses uses She/They pronouns. She is a Robloxian- or at least seems to be- and lives with two of their friends/housemates, Riserrz and Muffizn. She loves to learn new things, and would be overjoyed to hear something you thought was interesting, such as a fun fact or information you found somewhere.

They also like writing, and interacting with people! Whether you choose to communicate through letter or conversation, she'd love to talk with you. Although...she tends to end up in some pretty odd places.

Tags!

Pen Pals! [Letter asks] ;; - Asks labeled as letters

Nice to meet'cha! [Convo asks] ;; - Asks not labeled as letters

The gate is open. [Rp starters/other blogs] ;; - Interacting with another blog!

Farewell! [Rp end] ;; - Interaction end.

Fading Roses..? [Ooc] ;; - Out of character/mod posts

Waiting on a friend... [Int. Bait] ;; - Kinda just like... a post for drawing attention/ technically some world building stuff! As in, describing if she goes somewhere, what they're doing, etc

Something new! [Event] ;; - Event =)

Just a doodle! [Art Post] ;; - uhhh art I post

Oh, why thank you-! [Fanart] - Fanart! I don't really expect people to like them enough for that tho-

Confidence Boost! [Blog promo] ;; - promoting someone else's blog! :D

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on the first bullet | please read rules before interacting. | note: doesn't have to be scream related. }

april knew going out the night before meeting her best friend's new partner wasn't the smartest idea but when an opportunity came up she was quick to take it. of course, that led to her showing up to the lunch with a raging hangover, trying not to think about the hookup she had because she'd woken up beside them and snuck out in the early hours. the blonde was at least excited to get some food in her system. she'd already ordered a coffee as she waited for the couple to arrive and when she spotted her best friend she almost passed out when she saw the person connected at the arm with her. shit, she thought to herself realising she might've just spent the night with her friend's new partner. she tried to shake off her look of panic as they got closer, forcing a smile as she greeted her friend and offered her hand to the other, "hi, i'm april, it's lovely to meet you."

[actafccl]

muse: sharice mcclane. 26. criminal. she/they. open to: f/nb

"YOU KNOW, IT'S A MIRACLE you've put up with me this long."

[freedomshaped]

Visiting (Open)

open to: anyone

plot: Wanda and y/m are having a little day together at her cabin, whilst she waits for her baby to arrive.

connection: any

Wanda grinned at the other as she opened the door. "Yep. Still pregnant," she said, looking down at her large bump. "Please come in, it is so good to see you!" Standing to the side so they could enter, Wanda gave them a quick peck on the cheek and closed the door, waddling after. "How have you been? Tell me everything!"

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: y/m & Brody have been sleeping together in secret (maybe bc their friends/family would disapprove or something) & although they both promised not to let things get serious, it didn't take Brody long to catch feelings & his jealous tendencies are rearing their ugly head while they're both out with friends at a large party & someone flirts/hits on y/m. whether or not y/m was trying to make him jealous is up to you. hmu if you’d like to plot more! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: fwb, best friends younger sibling, ex/old flame, bosses spouse or child, idk whatever works~

"You can't just expect me to sit back while some other man has his hands all over you," Brody said in a low and almost growled tone, blue eyes fierce as they fixed the other with a glare, his one hand moving out to gesture towards the party just on the other side of the door he'd closed only a few seconds ago. He'd dragged the other away as discreetly as he could while his blood boiled. It was obvious he was angry, not entirely at the other but certainly at the fact he was fucking jealous.

He pressed a step closer to them, wanting nothing more than to put his own hands on them, catch their mouth with his in some act of possessive hunger that thrummed through his veins just as strongly as the jealousy someone else got to touch them in public and he couldn't. A heated breath left his parted lips as he dropped his hand back to his side, flexing his fingers before he swept in closer to the other, their scent filling his senses calming him a little. "-- that prick is lucky I didn't break his fucking jaw." He added in a quieter voice than before but no less low. They both were lucky Brody had control of his anger and jealousy this time around or else that other man would have been on the floor, bloodied and broken from Brody's violent jealousy.

[blcssom]

open to: f/nb plot in source !

"no, it's fine i'm just——- i'm a little jealous, is all." even worse than admitting it aloud, though, was the confused look they seemed to give her. "don't look at me like you don't know why..." but the look persisted, and already she could feel her cheeks warming under their persistent gaze. "d-don't make me say it."