#『 closed starter 』

[immortalmolloy]

@ismyverynaturethatofthedevil

Daniel was a bundle of nerves and excitement as he entered the bar. He hoped that he would meet someone tonight. Sure, he would like to get laid like any young man his age, but it was more than that. He hoped to meet someone special. Someone who was interesting and different than all of the other lame assholes Daniel had ever met. He was desperate for a real story, something no one else could write. He hoped that this would be the night that lightning would strike and illuminate his life.

He wasn’t exactly sure who he was searching for until his gaze stumbled upon him. The first thing Daniel noticed about him was how breathtakingly gorgeous this man was. Daniel was pretty sure he’d never seen anyone this devastatingly beautiful before. And there was something about him. Maybe it was his aura if you believed in that sort of thing. He seemed to radiate this electric energy that drew Daniel in like a magnet. He didn’t know what it was yet, but he just had a feeling that that this guy was unique. His gut told him that this guy had a story to tell. So he approached him and tried his best to act confident and cool.

“I mean, if something happens, I’m cool,” Daniel said. It was no secret to Daniel that a lot of queer people frequented this particular bar. Maybe he’d be extra lucky and he’d get a story as well as getting laid. Would someone so gorgeous and mysterious actually go for him though? “But I really want to interview you.”

[victoriousssss]

Closed starter 🎬

Riley's life has been changed since her first big role in the movie. Too small for the Hollywood's first line but extremely important for a beginner in the industry. She did it and she was so happy! People began to recognize her, meet her on the street and ask her for photos and autographs. This was the dream come true!

But she didn't want to stop on one role. Riley Page has her long way to the top and now she was just on the first stage of her new life. That's why her friend-manager suggested her to try herself in different ways. One of them was a casting for a music video for a band called Metallica. Who were they even? Some dirty guys playing noisy music? Riley was sceptical about it but her manager assured her that they were one of the hottests things in America, and that this collaboration will help them both.

Whilst her team did all the paper work, Riley was preparing for her take. Just some acting warm-up and she'll be the best. But once she entered the room she was flabbergasted. There was a ton of pretty chicks of different nations, races and even body types! Riley gulped, sitting near one of the girls in the line. "Are they all here for the casting?", she asked quietly but got only a sarcasmic chuckle. "First time here? Never thought that someone doesn't know how the "casting" goes for the metal bands", the girl said with a smirk, making Riley feeling anxious. Was there something she didn't know?

@het-field

[natsukosmxsez]

potions class drama

Rp partner: -> @drarryshipperandsnover

{ Contains BL. }

{ Harry x Draco }

{ Plot: enemies to lovers }

{ Harry was distracted by whatever was in front of him, he was trying to write notes about what he was supposed to but the thing in front of him was making it harder for him to make notes. } “ What even is this anyways.. is this supposed to be a globe of some sort.. I’m so confused. “ {Harry was looking at the thing, he couldn’t break eye contact with it, he was minding his own business though. That’s kind of all that mattered to him. }

[freeusemuses]

“This is the last time I let Renji talk me into anything,” Ichigo groused, standing a bit uncomfortably towards the back wall of the karaoke bar.

The idea had been pitched as a guys’ night out in the Seireitei—a couple of drinks, a couple of laughs, and a couple of guys just hanging out. What it turned out to be was an excuse to get absolutely wasted and attempt some drunken hook-ups with the members of the Shinigami Women’s Association who just so happened to be in the same place at the same time for the same wild ride.

Ichigo winced as he watched Shuhei attempt to shoot his shot yet again with Nanao only to be immediately rebuffed, and took a long swig of his drink. The sooner this night was over, the better—but, at least he wasn’t out there making a fool of himself like the others. And thankfully, no one had stepped up to make a pass at him, either, and hopefully it would stay that way.

(your choice of Bleach woman)

@asexxxualerotica

It wouldn't be long before those hopes were dashed. A set of dark skinned, slender, yet extremely powerful arms locked about Ichigo's waist. "Well well~ Look who decided to step out and finally enjoy himself~"

Yoruichi smiled and slipped into the seat beside her handsome former student. "Good to see you again, Ichigo."

[steven-g-rogers]

//Closed Starter. @agentpeggycarterrogers

Steve was exhausted.  It had felt like he’d been fighting for decades now.  Although that was probably true.  It had been a long time.  Just one thing after another, wearing him down until there was only Captain America and nothing left of the man before.  Ultron had told him that without war he’d be nothing, and for a long time that as all he believed.  Ever since the war every part of him had been chipped away.  Losing Bucky.  Crashing the plane.  Being pulled out of the ice only to find that the thing he’d died trying to destroy was back in the hands of people using it to try and take over the world again.  Loki.  SHIELD.  Ultron.  His own friends.  By the time Thanos had snapped his fingers, Steve had already lost everyone he’d ever had.  Some of them more than once.

But he’d kept going, because that was all he had.  Until Scott had shown up and given him a glimmer of hope.  So he fought again and won.  He lost more, Natasha and Tony, but there was hope underneath.  Hope that maybe, thanks to time travel Captain America could be handed off for good and he could be Steve Rogers again.

He’d had concerns though.  Concerns that he’d talked to death with Bucky.  Would everyone be okay without him?  What if Peggy didn’t want him?  What if he’d changed too much and he wasn’t the man Peggy had fallen in love with?  What if he messed up the timeline?  But in the end Bucky had assured him he’d be okay.  That they all would.  The timeline couldn’t be changed, if Steve went back and Peggy took him back, then that was what was meant to happen.  If not, then that was meant to happen too, and at least he’d know for sure that there was no place in this world for Steve Rogers anymore.

Even knowing that, he was frozen in place.  He had been travelling through time for weeks now, fighting and sneaking around as he put the infinity stones back where they belonged.  He was beaten up, exhausted, and terrified.  This was the moment.  He was going to see Peggy again.  His Peggy.  And if she rejected him, he wasn’t sure what he’d do next.

He brought his hand down, knocking on the door.

[hvbris]

@mossyent . sniper verse starter

It was Cassandra's first time off-base, but really, this was just another base. Less secret, sure. Still not exactly freedom. Her eyes scanned everything around her, a little frown knitting her eyebrows together. But what could have looked like innocent curiosity was in fact careful planning. This was it. Her first real shot at running away with Mina.

For now, though, she still had to play along. After 2 years of somewhat excellent behavior, they had loosened the leash. She couldn't ruin everything by being rash. So, she smiled at the man -tall, very tall- she had been paired with. "Hello," she said politely Well, coldly, really.

[pink-koi-lovejoy]

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(Only interact if tagged) ||Lost||

Koi just came back from a visit to New Rome, where he had been visiting his dads. He’s seemed…off lately. Only those super close noticed it- he still worked in the infirmary, smiled as he held conversations, made crafts in his free time- but it just didn’t seem right. Something had to be wrong.

It’s currently almost night. Koi sits on a little cliff full of flowers that over looks the sea, sun set perfectly framed by the branches.

/how do you interact?\

Tag list:

@demigod-jack-hearth @everyones-fav-mailboy @yourlocalfallenstar @lunar-eklipso-r

[dottie-mcveigh]

So! Chasing down interviews near the Narrows at midnight was not the best idea. Honestly the surprising part was someone trying a mugging instead of gassed by the supervillain of the week.

Luckily every Gothamite learns one lesson from a young age: if you scream really loud, the nearest vigilante on patrol will probably come to help you.

At least Nightwing is in Bludhaven, or else this could get awkward…

@officialnightwing

[immortalmolloy]

@symphonyofmalice

Daniel was wandering the city in search of a story. He had no destination in mind. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for, but knew he’d recognize it when he saw it. He needed a real unique story, something that would make his career and that no one else could write.

The sound of music drew him in. He found himself watching a performer busking on the corner. The young man was ridiculously pretty. The melancholy music seemed to flow from his very soul. The violin was an extension of himself. Daniel was in awe. He’d never seen anything like it.

A small crowd had gathered, a few of them dropping money for the talented performer. Daniel waited until the other people had dispersed, then he approached the musician. “You’re incredible,” he blurted out, immediately embarrassing himself. “I mean, I’m a journalist. My name’s Daniel Molloy and I’d love to interview you.”

[imprvdente]

@multipleoccupancy . King Arthur gets robbed 🤷‍♀️

It wasn't the first time that Fish had to travel the universes to indulge Dimitri's newest whim. In fact, she was sure that his requests were becoming increasingly ridiculous. After asking her to bring him the Apples of the Hesperides because he was craving apple pie, he had now told her to fetch him the Holy Grail, no less. All because he couldn't be bothered to wash his goddamn mugs. You'd think that after 20.000 years of being alive, the man would do his chores.

She was hoping for an easy trip. Get in, get the Grail, get out. Simple enough, right? Especially with a magical door that led to virtually anywhere. The only problem was that she didn't really know where the Holy Grail was kept, in this big castle. And the more she roamed the place, the more likely she risked getting caught. She was pretty sure that if a guard saw a woman with a sword and a pair of jeans, they'd think she was a witch or something.

She climbed an endless flight of stairs for the umpteenth time that night, finally finding herself in a dark, secluded room atop a dungeon. And finally, here it was. Dimitri's newest mug.

"Bingo," she said to herself, too enthralled in her victory to hear the footsteps behind her.

[cervidae-demon]

@hellizens

Rest. That's what he was told to do. So he did. Appart from the time he spent cooking in the kitchen or around people just to keep the illusion he was doing 'fine', alastor spent most of his free time curled on his armchair or on his bed, trying to heal from the angelic wound.

This was taking way too long in his opinion, his usual injuries took two days to heal, three at max, and he didn't like to be in this situation of needing to take useful energy just for this.

So to save most he what he could, he decided to take his fawn form when no one was around, just to be sure in case of danger he'd be able to protect himself.

He wasn't aware that his body felt safer and safer at each nap, this hotel, it's people, had a nasty effect on him, he was... starting to trust that they wouldn't harm him. So even when the door opened, the radio demon, in his tiny form, wouldn't wake up.

To anyone coming into the room, it just looked like a wild fawn was sleeping on the deerman's bed, curled like a cat.

[freeusemuses]

Caine smirked as he stepped into his private dorm, the figure that greeted him an extremely inviting one. Even in the low light, he could clearly see the familiar figure and floofy hair of the resident blonde cow of Beacon, poking about his room with her back to him. With the rest of his team out and the weekend just beginning, he had no reservations as he silently slipped inside, slid up behind her, and reached up to squeeze her voluptuous chest as he growled into her ear. “Now what are you doing here~?”

It was only then, though, that he noticed the floofy hair he’d seen was silver, not gold.

@asexxxualerotica

Shrike was very much like her older sister. Mainly in that, her chest was very sensative, and she loved having the girls being groped. However, that fondling ended far too early, and was far to gentle for her liking.

"Heeeey...~ Why did you stop...?~" Shrike whined as she looked up at the bull Faunus. "And why were you so gentle...?~"

[edgerated]

@damienstarrk

Ares hated the mortal world but he couldn’t help but crave the food they made. He had to visit his favorite dinner but not just for the food. He was hoping the male that worked there would be there this time as he wasn’t the last time he was there. As he waited he began to look at his phone and start internet fights. “Ha damn! I still can’t get over this new tech. It’s the fucking best thing ever!” He laughed not seeing the man yet. “Ooo damn that was mean. Love it!” He replied before he then noticed someone nearby. “Can I get a beer? Snappy?” He snapped as he didn’t even look out of his phone.

[steven-g-rogers]

@ironifiicd

Steve was feeling lost.  He had been since he’d woken up from the ice.  This world was so different to what he was used to and what he’d expected it to be.  Howard Stark had him believe that there would be flying cars just for starters.  Not that the tech wasn’t well beyond what he could ever have imagined, it was just so different.  It was culture shock, plain and simple.  Everything was familiar and just different enough to knock him sideways.

That wasn’t the worst part though.  The worst part was he’d woken up and he’d been fighting the same goddamn fight ever since.  Apparently sacrificing your whole life to save the world wasn’t enough for society to learn a lesson.

So he’d gone from fighting aliens over a piece of equipment he’d killed himself trying to destroy.  To fighting the same Nazi groups he’d thought he’d already defeated.  To finding out somehow Bucky was still alive.

It was a lot.  Too much.  He was tired and while he was making friends, he still felt quite alone and misunderstood.

And just when he thought things couldn’t get any weirder, the son of his friend from 1944 had invited him to move into his building.

Tony was - interesting.  Steve was having trouble understanding him honestly.  There was something there.  Like seeing like.  But he couldn’t quite figure out what it was about the man that made him feel that way.  However, even as much as he respected him, and recognized something in him, they had butted heads a lot, and Steve wasn’t completely sure this was the best idea.

Still it would be good to be around friends again.  A team.  He needed that.  And who knew, maybe he could figure out what it was that he was seeing in Tony.

He stepped into the lobby of the newly branded Avengers Tower with his bag slung over his shoulder and glanced around for where to go next.  His eyes landed on the self-proclaimed genius, playboy and he let out a sigh of relief, and lifted his hand in greeting.  “Tony,” he said.  “It’s good to see you again.  Thank you for this.  After what happened with SHIELD I wasn’t exactly sure who was hiring World War II veterans.”

[mr-tony-stark]

// closed starter for @norabarnes143

Tony had been up for a few days now.  He wasn’t great at sleeping at the best of times, but since the whole ‘hole-in-the-sky-with-aliens-pouring-out’ debacle, he’d been having nightmares.  He was scared to go back to sleep, not that he’d admit that to anyone.

He’d been distracting himself in the lab when he wasn’t actively out being Iron Man or taking meetings with people. Since the Battle for New York, he’d made twenty-three new versions of his Iron Man armor.  All the different versions lined the walls of his workshop in different cases.

He was waning though.  In the past when he felt like this, he’d head out to a club, pick out someone to take home, and hope the sex would give him an endorphin high that would get him a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.  Tonight, he went to the communal kitchen to make himself the strongest coffee he could.

When he stepped into the room he was surprised to find Clint up.  “Hey, Legolas,” he said, beelining to the coffee machine.  “Can’t sleep?”

[joasis-rp]

Worth it *CLOSED RP*

Starter For @for-yun - Mitsuki

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Mitsuki listened for a moment then shook his head "No one is guaranteed a win with anything in life, if you always worried about winning you would never enjoy the moment and life would pass you by way too fast...just like in life, it's about the fun and the memories you will make. I am going to play any game even if I'm not guaranteed a win because I wan to have fun with those I care about.." he smiles shaking his finger in her face playfully "Don't worry so much about winning, focus on the fun you will have by playing. In the end those who had the most fun are the true winners" Maybe he was overthinking it but that seemed to be how he went about everything, it was both a blessing and a curse at times.