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muse: Odessa Davino open to: females/males connections: a regular, a friend, ex of a friend, best friend's sibling/parent, whatever comes to you.
"It's almost 2am," Odessa pointed out while placing her hands on the ledge of the bar and leaned forward slightly to them. "As much as I'm enjoying hearing how much your life is sucking right now. I'm going to have to kick you out soon. Do you need me to drive you home, or do you want me to get you an uber?"
#indie bi rp#indie lesbian rp#indie smut rp#indie kink rp#starter:open#odessa: open#did i go see s*nners recently and add her and mbj? maybe
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Open to: Any Relationship: Romantic or Platonic
Rook was aware this was an odd thing she did. When she cared for someone she... bought them a weapon. Not just any random weapon, she took time. Sometimes months to find the right one. The one that suited the person she cared for, that even the smallest detail captured them in some way.
Reactions to this habit of hers had been mixed in the past but that didn't stop her. Worst case they found it odd but endearing and honestly that was a sentiment Mirra was used to. She watched as they opened her gift "It's you but... deadly...er," Rook explained like that made any sort of sense.
#indie dragon age rp#indie da rp#indie fantasy rp#indie rp#indie smut rp#indie bi rp#indie lesbian rp#starter:open#m:mirra#starter:mirra
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open to: f
setting: medieval kingdom fantasy, can be supernatural if you want
"My king made you about to be the perfect, doting wife. I'm beginning to see why your parents were so eager to marry you off in a different kingdom." She had been nothing but a thorn in his side since the day he'd met her. As one of the blood-thirsty king's trusted warriors, he'd been lucky enough to be offered a bride from a nearby kingdom in exchange for peace between the two lands. Vandran had simply assumed that she would be a typical princess - boring, passive, and pretty to look at. Only one of those things turned out to be true.
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open to: anyone! muse: Hades, king of the Underworld
The Underworld was a cold place. Cold and dark, a land without the benefit of the sun, lit only by cold-burning torches located throughout the realms. Hades had never been bothered much by the cold, but even he couldn't deny that it leant a sort of misery to the entire realm.
It was why he couldn't entirely fault those who sought warmth within the walls of his keep. They were wrong to think they'd find it here, but he couldn't fault them for thinking otherwise. "You can come out now," he called through the empty halls. "I know you're there, hiding will only make things worse."
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Victoria's eyes rolled as a former colleague continued to complain on the phone to her about a contract that she had filed before leaving the Boston firm. "Where did you get your accreditations? A fucking cereal box?" Pushing her glasses to the crown of her head she turned to the figure approaching her. "Just send it to me I'll figure it out but you owe me." Hanging up Tori sighed. "Sorry that was just a shit show...anything I can do for you or?" At the small table at the park across from town hall she pushed the opposite chair out with her foot, inviting the other to sit.
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muse: Effie peralta
literally any connection: in my feels tonight take a sad Effie , her bf sucks and that's all that needed to be said lmao
"I know I said that the last time was the last time.. and the time before that was the last time but I really mean it this time, i just can't be in that bed with him" Effie paused trying to not tear it "Can you.. can you please just hold me " she sighed
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plot: your muse and Tilly got into a huge fight at the bar
connection: bf/gf, ex, fwb, fling,kind of together but really
"Oh don't let me keep you down, im sure the bitch at the bar is still there waiting for you to take them home" she snarled out. Tilly had known she had trust issues that only got more intense when she was drinking. She was having a great time drinking and dancing with friends until looking across the bar to see her person being touched and flirted up with another and from her view looking like they weren't doing anything to stop it, after yelling and trying to fight in the bar instead of just leaving she always had to 'get even'. Ending the night dancing with some random guy she had asked the dance.
Now they pair back at her apartment she was still fueled up "In fact maybe you should just leave, I can very much take care of myself"
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OPEN STARTER ; / @maplecstarters
A GENTLE SMILE FORMS on isla's face as she pushes through the flimsy curtains, eyes lit up with good news. "well, it looks like you won't need stitches after all." as she talks, she makes her way to the sink to wash her hands and slip on a pair of squeaky blue gloves. "your makeshift bandages are... beautiful, but we will have to redo them and then we can get you your paperwork and send you on your way, how's that sound?" although a question leaves her mouth, she finds herself already reaching for the patient's wounded hand to pull away the bandages.
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she sits, her head a dull ache and her mind a thousand miles away. things were not supposed to go this way. she was supposed to be safe, uninjured, and in a clean set of clothes. she was supposed to be calling her daughter -- her helena. adalia wonders how her daughter will react when she isn't at the airport in a few days time. she wonders if helena will think her mother's abandoned her yet again, if she'll blame herself for her mother's absence.
lost in thought, she's easily startled when leaves crunch in front of her. her eyes are wide when she lifts her head but her worry quickly melts away when she notices the person approaching doesn't appear to be a threat.
"christ, you didn't need to sneak up on me like that." then again, it was her fault for not paying attention. she runs her eyes over them, squinting slightly. "have we met already?"
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OPEN STARTER ; @hollowscreekstarters
MAGENTA IS FINISHING UP her shift at gourmet pastries, wiping down the counters && getting ready for closing when she hears the bell ring as the front door opens and closes. she tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear before looking up from the counter && offering the customer a smile. “hi, welcome in!” magenta gestures to the few remaining pastries in the display cabinet before giving a slight shrug. “we’re just about ready for closing so there’s not much left to choose from, but feel free to take a look and let me know if there’s anything you fancy.”
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OPEN STARTER ; @hidehillstart
SHE SITS WITH HER LEGS CROSSED on the floor of like a broken record, her back against the wall && her hands working quickly over a piece of paper. it was kate’s first day off in awhile && she happily embraced it, deciding to use her free time to sketch out a few of her favorite places around town. like a broken record was her first stop. though she loved children, not being around a screaming horde of them was... well, nice. the colors on her page began to pop out in beautiful arrays, bringing her deeper into focus as she tried to capture the energy of the shop. it wasn’t until she heard someone clearing their throat that kate finally glanced up from her page. “i’m so sorry — am i in your way?” she asks, quickly gathering her belongings && shoving them out of the way. it was a fairly narrow path, so she hugs her knees to her chest. “is this enough room? i can stand up if you need me to.”
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muse: Reyna Levy open to: females/males connections: one of her parents best friends, a family friend, step whatever, dad's business partner, whatever makes sense plot: Reyna is at her families mountain cabin for some time away. she thought she had the place to herself but Y/M ends up showing up and so they just enjoy each other's company.
Reyna loved this time of the year. She had the cabin to herself, it was lightly snowing and it just felt like the perfect time of the year. As soon as she got there, she unpacked, grabbed one of her bikinis to change into so she could relax in the hot tub and enjoy the scenery. With her towel in hand and making her way out the back, she nearly jumped out of her skin when running into another body that she wasn't expecting to be there. "Fuck," she took a deep breath, hand going over her chest as if that would stop the fact that it felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here..." She started off and then looked down at what she was wearing. "I'm about to go into the hot tub... if you want to join."
#indie bi rp#indie lesbian rp#indie smut rp#indie kink rp#this is all over the place I know#starter:open#reyna: open
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The Lizard King {OPEN}
“No, that’s just a normal lizard that’s not a magic lizard- please stop bringing me random lizards you find.”
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open to: f
setting: apocalypse/post apocalypse
"Yeah, I don't care where you go, but you can't stay here." Once upon a time, this building had been some kind of department store. Now? Well, Orion liked to call it home for the time being. One hand drifted toward the gun at his waist while he nodded toward the door. "It took me way too long to find a place away from those pillaging assholes. For all I know, you're part of their gang."
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open to: anyone! muse: Ares, god of war
"You don't gotta make a fuss... it's not like it's gonna kill me." Ares chuckled, tried to joke, but his laugh abruptly turned into a groan as pain rippled through him. It wouldn't kill him, nothing could, but the god of war still felt pain, still needed time to heal. "I just need a place to rest for a while, but I can go elsewhere..." He trailed off, because the truth was, he didn't know where else he might go. He wasn't exactly great at making friends.
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Hey! What are you up to on this lovely Friday night?
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