#mcu oc rp openers

[cursed-with-knowledge]

Open Starter

Deyanira was at the library, in one of the quiet corners where she thought she was least likely to be disturbed.

However I like most times when she was in the library, she wasn't surrounded by physics books, or a cluster of paper with designs on them.

She grabbed another book. It was heavier than she expected. Maybe it was just the title "Understanding Anxiety" sitting on the cover like it knew something she didn’t.

She flipped through the pages. I like most times when she was here the quiet around her wasn't comforting. It felt like it might crack under the weight of her thoughts.

Her thoughts that she couldn't even figure out anymore. Her brain had always been what helped her survive and now it felt as if it was betraying her.

She was too in her head to notice that someone had entered the area, she only realized when she heard the chair across from her creak.

She lifted her head to see who it was, closing the book and putting it aside, faced down, slowly like she was trying to hide it. Fruitless really, she was surrounded by more books than she had fingers. All of them were about the same thing. Anxiety.

"Hey"

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@under0-0s @giovannistark @official-james-b @rouge-wolfspider @nathan-shrieks @oh-to-be-a-murderer

[thereal--arabellastark]

RP Starter

Everything was set. The room was set up, fresh flowers in beautiful vases in each room. Music softly playing over the speakers, a scented candle or two lit.

Arabella was dressed - not overly so, but not too casual. A simply stretchy, black thing with strappy shoes. Waiting patiently for their guests to arrive. The food was simmering away on the stove - spaghetti bologniese.

A housewarming party. Ari's new apartment in Manhattan. Finally putting down roots - physical ones, anyway.

A knock on the door. Ari rushed over, opened it, and grinned.

"You made it!"

tags under cut but interaction (mcu) welcome

np tags: @she-of-the-wild @captain-sam-t-wilson @sunflower-0180 @marvelous-therapist @falconanon @we-love-redwing @buckybuck-barnes @spideys-world @clairvoyantcrowgirl @ancient-siren @that-punk-from-brooklyn @natalia-reflecting @steve-rogers-language @steverogers-cap

[mod-does-things]

Open rp

Mod had called you up to ask for a favor. He wanted to return to Russia just to tie up some loose ends. Mod was worried about going back so he called to ask for a favor.

He explains that he has a few lose ends in Russia he needs to handle but needs some back up incase things go south. He’s asking for your help.

He gives you details of where he will meet you once you get there. But other than that you have no idea.

Tags under cut

@chuchucharliee @we-love-redwing @sapphire-starling @dia-sterling-answers @wes-russo-answers + anyone else who wants to join

[randomluckystars]

Pride 2025 - All Are Welcome

The festival was divided into four main sections: a market, a stage, a row of food trucks, and a garden. People of every shape, color, and background strolled through the space, waving handheld flags and exchanging hugs without hesitation. The air was rich with the scent of floral perfumes and fried batter, sweet and heady under the sun.

It was a perfect day—sunny, bright, with only a few soft, white clouds drifting overhead.

The celebration would stretch across several days, ensuring that everyone who wanted to attend could find a moment to join. The atmosphere pulsed with love, joy, and unshakable acceptance.

Here, everyone was safe.

[chaotic-shapeshifter]

OPEN RP

TW: blood, gore, mention of death, ect.

FINAL BREAK..

(more of Valerie’s origin relating to her monster!au please read it here)

(also to visualise the beast, read here!)

The last you saw from Valerie was during the last fight.. she watched as her best friend died in her arms, heartbroken. She massacred the people that did this, along with others that stood by and let it all happen.

Something had snapped in Valerie, she wasn’t her.

There were reports of a mysterious beast attacking civilians around the night, leaving the scene as a bloodbath.

Countless, reports of missing people, then being found badly injured..

You knew this was somehow connected to her, she’s been missing as well, she was your friend after all.

After a while, there was a report. A beast been caught on camera fleeing to an old abandoned facility that HYDRA owned before leaving it to rot.

As you drove to the place, it was snowing hard. You look off into the distance, the building was there, it looked like it had been left there for years, graffiti and smashed windows.. along with abandoned/burnt down war trucks with HYDRAs label on it.

As you walked further into the hospital, you could spot something down the hallway, playing with a.. dead deer.

It’s breathing was low and harsh.. it’s claw sharpening against the bones as it gnawed on other parts of the animal.

But as you took one step, it’s head snapped to look at you.

it looked like a werewolf non the less, but with slight changed, it’s head was merely just the skull of a lions.. eyes were black and empty and it had horns of a ram.

It was tall enough to tower over you at the most.. quick too.

In shock you ran into the nearest room, and within a moment, it was looking directly at you through the window.

She.. was looking at you through the window..

//guys I literally need someone to interact with me bc like YES 😭😭

ppl I would be honoured to rp with-

@its-nate-the-sharpshot @epic-shadowguy @stake-to-the-heartt @multiversal-lesbian @project-traveler @the-good-redheaded-witch and anyone else bc PLEASE I WOULD LIKE MORE POOKS 🙇‍♀️

[one-more-widow]

OPEN RP

In the last couple of months, Mishka had been fired from multiple average jobs, most times due to 'workplace disruption'. She calls bullshit. She just speaks the truth when Karens, as she learnt Americans called this kind of people, make her job more difficult. But apparently she's too blunt and can't treat costumers like that. No matter how awful they are.

Mishka has lately been reconsidering getting back into the assassination business. She's good at it, and nobody could complain nor fire her for how she talks.

It's also the only thing she seems good at.

Handling weapons, gathering information, killing.

She looks down at the Okroshka she's preparing, currently just chopped vegetables. Her cooking isn't remarkable. Just decent, edible.

She's been meaning to pick up hobbies or anything to keep herself entertained, and cooking, in a way, does the job. She takes her time, doesn't rush any step, while simultaneously, she looks back to when she enjoyed these dishes as a child with her sister.

Svetlana.

мой маленький соболь.

Her hands were shaking, the knife she was using to chop the vegetables slipping from her hand, making a clinking noise when it reached the floor, at the memory of the little girl she couldn't protect. Tears threatened to spill.

Who was she kidding? She had never gotten over her death, she should've fought harder when they were taken away.

Her little соболь didn't deserve to be taken away when she was only 4.

Maybe cooking wasn’t the ideal thing to use as a distraction.

"Это должен был быть я." Mishka muttered to herself, holding back tears as she grasped the counter.

Mishka was so deep in her self-hatred that she didn't notice someone coming into her kitchen.

[dia-sterling-answers]

Lavender Haven Horse Farm

Dia’s birthday pool/housewarming party

Dia was humming softly as she worked.

She was finishing setting up for the party.

The snacks were set out in the indoor pool area.

The triplets had wished her a happy birthday then left because they had other plans. And cause otherwise they’d be the youngest ones there.

The horses were all out in their paddocks. It was to nice for them to stay inside.

“Everything looks good. You’re worrying over nothing again.” Wes says wrapping his arms around her from behind.

Guests could start arriving anytime.

Loosely tagging: @ash-singer89 @impala67-and-pie @mod-does-things @sapphire-starling @ravonna-lexus-renslayer @verygoodlawyer @xirunafer-the-worldshaper @karenpage-journalist @theyneedtobepunished @going-with-the-floe @avastarr-official @theshadowedassassin @official-redguardian

And open

[lost--storm]

☆Open Rp☆

He walked inside the med bay area, looking around at it. This would be where he would probably be most of the time, he knew this.

The walls were sterile, white, and cold, and so were the floors. It reminded him of Red Room, or at least where Red Room kept him.

He was nervous, or the better word would be terrified. He didn't want to let these people down. This was the 3rd place he's stayed, the 3rd new purpose, the 3rd new name, and he didn't want a 4th.

He stopped in front of the windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. He looked at his reflection. The new jean overalls and yellow sweater he wore, his body and hair now washed after days on the streets. But his eyes her still the inhuman yellowish green, bright and unnatural, his skin still covered in twisted lightning scars from his life with Gorgon.

Then, from behind him, he heard the door open with a mechanical sound. He turned around to see, you.

( 1. No one has to actually respond, and 2. Tell me if you want to be taken off the tags list: @starrinyourwalls @thunderbolts-taras-kravets )

[snow-storm-soldier]

Open RP - Serum Talks

“You know, they told me when I was eight it would make me stronger instantly, and I had hoped they were right.” He said, softly. “Now I’m not so sure it worked.”

He inspects himself. “To be fair to them, it was only half a dose, and I had felt stronger afterwards but…”

He feels around his muscles and veins with his metal arm.

“Maybe the other half will finish it. I hope it doesn’t. Maybe then they’ll let me go. Right?”

He looks to the person sitting beside him.

(Any interactions welcome, tags @armed-and-dangerousx @thegeniusdaughter )

[kierra-terra]

OPEN RP

Kierra was walking back to Wade's from her shift at the bar, excited to go home and read one of the new books she'd bought. She hummed a song; maybe it was from a movie—she didn't remember, but it had a nice tune at the bridge. She kicked a pebble along the way, matching her steps to the beat of the song.

She was in quite a good mood until a car with a bad exhaust zoomed past her, spewing smoke in it's wake. She grimaced, trying to wave it away best she could, but still coughed, leaning against a streetlight for a moment. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as she coughed, but when she brought it away, she spotted red flecks against the skin of her palm.

Confused, she blinked, but the blood still remained. Why would she cough up blood? She was perfectly fine. She hadn't had a cold in like... she doesn't even remember. She shrugged a little hesitantly to herself and wiped it away on her trousers. They had to be washed anyway.

She reaches home, freshens up, and changes into pajamas. She dumps her bag onto the floor and herself onto the bed. She reaches for the bookcase above her bed when suddenly, her phone rings. Someone's calling her: an unknown number. A little wary, she picks up. "Hello?"

//first open rp guys don't judge me pls and ty

[only-a-glitch-in-the-system]

Open rp:

Connor is sat on the roof, staring at the stars. He does this a lot, comes up every night just to stare. He’s trying to map them in his mind, there are too many to count but he tries his best, trying to fit the whole universe into the several hundreds of exabytes of memory that still aren’t enough to take it all in. He can definitely comprehend more of the observable universe than normal people can, but it doesn’t feel like enough. It could never feel like enough. Connor felt his consciousness was sometimes more of a curse than a blessing.

He doesn’t turn around when he hears you, just mumbling a “Hello”

@serenastark-official @caspian-vares

[cursed-with-knowledge]

OPEN STARTER

TW: (very) brief mention of drugs, panic attack

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A walk. A simple walk to and from the convenience store and back.

It was a late night errand, she wanted some nice ramen and groceries. The roads were quiet, the street lights flickered while others didn't even turn on.

There was a small hum from the lights, a few rooms from the buildings around showed that she wasn't the only one awake at this late hour.

It was supposed to be a quick errand. A walk that'll help her get some fresh air and a goodnight's sleep.

But she had bumped into a group in an alley on the way. Just a bunch of friends getting high. Not uncommon, especially around here and this late. She tended to ignore them, much like how everyone else did.

However this time they called for her. Asked her if she wanted some. That they could hook her with a supplier. The first one was free as a courtesy.

It was obvious they weren't just teenagers smoking a joint, they were trying to go around and sell this, make a dime. Get a job done for someone bigger. And it was obvious they were amateurs

The offer hadn't been the problem. She had said no, been stern, punched the girl trying to grab her wrist and ran back to her apartment.

She hadn't noticed until she was opening her doors that her hand was shaking. She wasn't scared. Not from that group of idiots anyway.

But she could still smell it, the smoke, the drug. She walked in, first mistake. Her apartment was nice but it was small.

She felt herself not breathing right so she went to the bathroom to splash her face with some water.

That was the second mistake, the sink, white lights, porcelain shelf, it all made it worse. It brought her back. Back to where she never wanted to go.

And suddenly she couldn't breathe. She didn't know why.

Was she having a heart attack? Were her lungs failing? Was she having some weird allergic reaction?

She couldn't find an answer as her hands shook and she found herself sliding to the floor, grabbing at her chest.

The idea of a panic attack didn't even cross her mind.

She felt like she was dying. Like every breath she took just weighed on her chest and never made it to her lungs.

She couldn't die. Not now. Not here. Who would even find her body?

She grabbed her bag, fishing out her flip phone before calling the first person she could click.

Still not able to breath properly and unsure what was happening to her she put the phone to her ear.

If she was dying she might as well make sure they found her body before she rotted.

She heard her phone beep and she gathered whatever breath she could muster, "hello?"

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@under0-0s @official-james-b @nathan-shrieks @rouge-wolfspider @to-takeon-theworld @giovannistark

[thereal--arabellastark]

Open RP Starter

Ari walked down the street, taking in the sights of the city after five years away. Her companion walked with them, the pair idlily chatting. Ari adjusters their shirt. Fixes their hair. Eyes scan their surroundings. Focus back in on their conversation.

"No, I'm just saying, if carnations are gonna be compared to anything it should be crysanthenums, not roses-..." She trails off as her companions starts to speak.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

np tagging some people who might be interested but anyone can join: @julietterogers @captain-sam-t-wilson @steve-rogers-language @that-punk-from-brooklyn @official-buckybarnes @she-of-the-wild @spideys-world

[mod-does-things]

Open rp

“This is the last time I deal with the mafia.” Mod says to himself looking around the cold dark room he was left in. Mod had been tied to a chair beaten a good bit to give up information for some clients he was dealing with. So much for being protected by the mafia family he was working with.

Mod had a broken nose, a busted lip, and some cuts on his arms and legs. Nothing he couldn’t walk off, that is if he could get out of here before the goons came back for round two.

Mod sent a message to some friends before hand as he had noticed the goons breaking in. He would’ve gotten away if it weren’t for his phone going off at the worst time. He hoped his friends got there soon.

Tags:

@chuchucharlie @official-buckybarnes + anyone else who wants to join

[randomluckystars]

Open Roleplay - Housewarming

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I couldn't stay in the warehouse anymore. Not after the last beating. So I found a small bungalow and now call it home. My first home, bought with my own cash. I've come a long way, and I'm proud. So it's time to celebrate.

There are seven pizzas on the table and drinks in the fridge. I had outsourced products for my friends to enjoy. I knew I was going to.

I was still bruised and beaten, but it wasn't going to stop me from celebrating. The door was open, and I was in the backyard, hanging bulb lights to set the mood.

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Join if you want! Its open to all!

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@official-buckybarnes

@official-redguardian

@yelena-white-widow

@its-jeff-the-shark

@soldier-in-winter

[katherine-fisk]

A package of Mutant Growth Hormon is placed in the doorway of their home. MGH can give regular humans mutant powers for a limited time or enhance the powers of those that are already mutants. It's highly addictive.

🦉

Katherine should not have opened the unmarked package. She was in a fragile emotional state. She was sleep deprived after studying all night, and she had worked a long day. She was unable to pick up Cedar from daycare. Perhaps this was a good thing.

As the young woman picked up the mysterious bag, its contents spilled out, dusting into the box and the air around her. She recoiled in disgust at the putrid smell and gritty taste in her mouth and lungs. She stumbled backward against the counter while frantically waving her arms at the air, trying to clear it. In her agitation, she nearly lost her balance, falling to the floor. Oh, this cannot possibly be good! Scrambling with shaking hands, she dialed her three emergency contacts. How much time before the effects kick in? Not wanting anyone else, least of all her family, to be affected, she began to clean up the small mess. All the while, her ears grew warm, her breathing grew more shallow. It seemed as though everything was too loud in the suddenly silent house.

@mysticmasterstephenstrange

@wilsonfisk-thekingpin

@misterjameswesley