#indie starter rp

[chrrylpz]

open to: m / nb

connection type: best friend, family friend, rival, brother's best friend, ex-boyfriend. if we wanna go darker: dad's best friend, distant uncle, step-brother.

plot: gwen and your muse are at a mutual friend's wedding and she sees your muse struggling to get out of an unwanted conversation, so she decides the best course of action is to swoop in and pretend to be your muse's gf. bonus points if they don't actually like each other and she's doing it just to tease them later

muse: gwendolyne fane. 23-27 years old. she/her. jewelry heiress, a spoiled little thing who's used to getting what she wants whenever she wants. submissive. heterosexual.

she'd been watching them for a while and usually, the look on their face would make her laugh. but it was clear that whatever the conversation was about, they weren't comfortable being in it. and sometimes gwendolyne was nice enough to help people out of the goodness of her heart... sort of. with a sigh, the blonde stood up from the table she'd been seated and made her way over to the bar where the other two were, plastering a wide smile on her lips the moment she made eye contact with them. "there you are," she said, tucking herself into their side and brushing a quick kiss to their cheek. "sorry for the wait, baby. the line for the bathroom was actually insane." she huffed dramatically, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "did you get me a drink?"

[dcrknesshums]

open starter !! muse: jon allistar , thirty , he/him plot: jon is the king's captain of the guard and has just carried out a public behe*ding. your muse is the prince/princess, who somehow managed to get out of the castle in disguise, and witness the whole ordeal. jon notices them, and doesn't know if he should be pissed y/m directly disobeyed orders to stay in the castle or amused that they wanted to witness something so... gruesome. open to: any and all, but fcs with period resources preferred <3

❛ gods be damned — WHAT are you doing here ?? ❜ jon scolded as he approached, passing his longsword over to one of the soldiers, making no effort to wipe his face of the blood that had sprayed him during the execution he had just carried out. stepping forward, he grabbed the heir by their bicep, pulling them damn near flush to him and lowering his voice to a harsh whisper; ❛ i thought you were under strict instruction not to leave the castle... ❜

[boundtosuffer]

Open to: m, mutuals and non-mutuals Possible connection: fling, fwb, lover, on-and-off relationship

“You know what? I don’t care. I don’t care anymore. I’ve had enough.” Evangeline muttered, her gaze dropping as she drew away from him. Her hands trembled a little, so she shoved them into her pockets. There was no way she’d let him see her facade was finally breaking. “Have a good one.”

[lullcbies]

open to femmes or mascs : the dreaded what are we convo?

" so what do you think this is now? are we supposed to be a thing? "

[stunningdelights]

Hello everyone, i'm L, NB and from the UK. I'm 21+ and into writing mature themed plots with those that are over 18. This means both writer and muses are over 18, just to be clear. I wrote MxF (where I write as the F) and MxM plots, so i'm pretty versatile with those types of pairings. I normally write 1-2 paragraphs in the third person per reply and with a gif of my fc. I typically write modern day verse but also into zombie apocalypse, pokemon and sci-fi.

Under the read more you can see the list of my characters.

Maya Hooper - 43 years old - Capricorn - Public Relations Consultant - Heterosexual - Eva Green FC

Thomas Tucker - 48 years old - Taurus - Tax Examiner - Homosexual - Pedro Pascal FC

Tia Fitzgerald - 35 years old - Libra - Employee Development Manager - Heterosexual - Evan Rachel Wood FC

Finley "Fin" Clements - 53 years old - Gemini - Strip Club Owner - Homosexual - Matthew McConaughey FC

Sienna Nixon - 46 years old - Scorpio - Recruitment Consultant - Heterosexual - Jessica Chastain FC

Spencer John - 48 years old - Aquarius - Illustrator - Homosexual - David Harbour FC

[justa-teacup]

Please LIKE and I will go through your open starters and reply! Mutuals and Non-Mutuals welcomed!

[loveofcharacters-a]

open to: females 30+ plot: in the source link please read my rules before replying & don’t like my starters.

Wesley hummed as he closed the door to his SUV staring across the parking lot to his kid’s soccer game. He scanned the crowd of parents looking for one person in particular, he could feel his heart thud just a little faster in anticipation. Just as expected, there she was cheering on their five year old. It’s been six months since their divorced was finalized and it still didn’t feel real. Being in an apartment that he didn’t spent more time than he needed, waking up alone, not hearing their kid yell for him, or yell at all. It didn’t feel real, and truth be told, he hated it. As he walked his way toward the soccer field, he noticed her talking to someone, a man. He felt jealousy flare within, though reminded himself to tone it down. Then he saw the way he laughed and he knew what to do. He walked up beside her as he smiled. “Hi, sorry I’m late.” He told her then holding out his hand to the guy standing far too close for his liking. “I’m her husband, Wes and number nine’s dad.” He smiled with a message in his eyes to fuck off, "You are?” 

[lavishbylaw]

muse: genevieve scott, attorney faceclaim: ryan destiny open to: f/m/nb (21+) / mutuals & non-mutuals connections: family, friend, ex, partner, etc. ( no limits ) synopsis: it’s two years into the zombie apocalypse and our muses decided to part ways with a group of people due to a disagreement. our muses heard there is a settlement in Charlotte, NC and are in the process of journeying there. running low on energy and supplies, they decide to make camp in what they assume to be an abandoned high school. unfortunately, that isn’t exactly the case. @indiestarter

A heavy breath escaped from Genevieve mouth, a breath that proved that she had been exhausted of walking endlessly on the road. Thankfully, she and her company found a school building that seemed to be uninhabited. There wasn’t any sign that anyone was frequenting this place, living nor dead. 

“Okay... Ugh - Sorry. I think that - if we can get up there to that window, we can get inside.” Genevieve said as she pointed up to a window that was about seven feet or so up from the ground. Afterwards, she placed her hands on her hips and looked back over to her companion. “...I guess the question is... do you wanna go in, or do you want me to?”

[crowdedmidnight]

I’d love some more writing partners. Please like this post for a starter from anyone of my muses. If you’d like to write with a specific muse, please comment below with the muse name you’d like me to use. If not, I’ll message you and discuss further.

Main!  💌  Guidelines!  💌  Muses!  💌 Starters!

[moonlitely]

PLOT: angel is a stripper, and you’re a returning customer. you could’ve been there for any reason before - a bachelor/bachelorette party, a recent breakup, maybe you were just curious. but you spent a lot of time together that night. now, she spots you wandering toward the tip rail while she’s dancing on stage. OPEN TO: any gender / orientation, as long as they are 21+ !

angel is mirrorball - drunk, lights dancing off her as she coils snake - like and svelte beneath them. that familiar gilded spell sidles through her veins; it happens every time her heeled toe steps onto that platform, every time her curled paw hits that pole. she hoists herself high, knees tight, ankles hooked, and right as her head falls back she sees them. her smile is sudden and a little alarming, and the butterflies in her stomach grow claws. she blows them a kiss before drawing elegantly to the floor. in tandem with the music, angel crawls like a cat toward them by the tip rail, spine arced as though being dragged to hell. “ look at your pretty face, ” she mumbles, eyes swallowing them whole like she can just never get enough. “ i really didn’t think i’d ever see it again. ”

[chrrylpz]

open to: m / nb

connection type: childhood best friend, someone she met while in college, a friend of her father's that she's been secretly hooking up with, uncle, step-brother, brother, any fitting connections!

plot: ‘we’ve been fucking with no strings attached but i just saw you go upstairs with another guy and im drunk and following you both upstairs to punch the shit out of him’ (link)

muse: gwendolyne fane. 23-27 years old. she/her. jewelry heiress, a spoiled little thing who's used to getting what she wants whenever she wants. submissive. heterosexual.

the party was incredibly boring, so when the guy she'd been flirting with suggested they found somewhere quieter to talk, she didn't think twice before accepting and letting him lead the way upstairs and into one of the many guest rooms. they'd barely started making out, his hand slipping under the hem of her dress to grab her thighs, when he was yanked backward. gwen's blue eyes flew open and she gasped in surprise, pushing herself onto her elbows to see what had happened. she zeroed in on the person standing by the foot of the bed and a soft groan of displeasure left her lips. "are you fucking kidding me?!" gwen exclaimed, sliding off the bed while watching him deliver punches to the poor guy she'd decided it would be her plaything for the night. "back off—someone's gonna come in, asshole!" she made her way over to him, hands wrapping around his forearm as he drew his arm back for another punch and tugging harshly to get his attention. "what's wrong with you—stop!"

[galahadsboy]

Muse: Rokk

Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works

Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate

"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.

[boundtosuffer]

Like this post to get a starter from Eve. Alternatively, feel free to reply to any of her open starters or send her a meme. Mutuals and non-mutuals welcomed!

[indiequeenrp]

Open to all

After arriving at 5am, all that Andi wanted to do was go to sleep. It had been a rough night and she had a few more drinks than she was supposed to. Not long after she was fully asleep, someone turned the lights of the room on which made her wake up.

“What the actual fucks? Im trying to sleep in here.” She whined, feeling her head about to explode. 

[florxdexcerezos]

“So my phone finally died.” RIP IPhone 5C. You served us well. “Can you help me pick a new one? I have no idea what I’m doing and I don’t want to spend a salary on it.” 

[rpclefairy]

𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

a selection of lines from the various companions' banter quotes (not cut scene dialogues!) from baldur's gate 3. these are generally spoiler free and non context specific so they can apply to different settings and dynamics! feel free to change names and the like to customize the prompts.

“Death can't have me. Not yet…”

“Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.”

“Realmspace is vast. Countless worlds to be mapped, kingdoms to be conquered.”

“I have missed this. The adventure. The danger. The kicking of butts!

“Let me guess - you need something.”

“Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.”

“Let's cook with fire, baby.”

“Do you intend to vocalise every thought?. Or just the most obvious ones?”

“Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.”

“Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.”

“Watch your elders and learn.”

“Perhaps try attacking the enemy?”

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

“All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.”

“The shadows are my friend.”

“Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.”

“Feet planted firmly on Faerûn, please.”

“Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities.”

“Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?”

“I am ready, whatever may come.”

“My faith protects me.”

“Need a throat slitting?”

“Death greets us all - but not today.”

“You need my expertise?”

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.”

“Death comes quietly.”

“And I thought we were going to be friends.”

“Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.”

“No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!

“You had my attention, now you have my fury.”

“From silence to suffering.”

“So many worlds out there. You'd need a thousand lifetimes to see them all - more.”

“I hope this is important. For your sake.”

“Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.”

“I ought to just burn this whole thing down.”

“We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.”

“You have still have time to surrender.”

“Every kicked buttock, another step on the path.”

“Weave save me. I can't take much more…

“You are right to fear me.”

“Let me look around. Might be something that'll help me crack this thing.”

“Incredible, to think how many worlds exist beyond this tiny speck within a speck I call home.”

“I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.”

“I can fawn over my face later.”

“Ready for another round?”

“Keep your blade close.”

“I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere…”

“No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.”

“Battle favours the fearless.”

“Sleep with one eye open, evil. Maybe both.”

“Gotta be something around here to unlock this thing.”

“Why do beautiful people taste better?. It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.”

“Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.”

“Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails.”

“Still standing, no matter what you heard.”

“Enough waiting. I crave blood.”

“Hang on - I won't allow this. You aren't dead, go it?”

“GODS, it's HOT in here!”

“No rest for the wicked, I see.”

“Better to hide than fight, sometimes.”

“Would that I could hide from you, too.”

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

“There is no right or wrong, only truth.”

“Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe.”

“What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?”

“I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.”

“I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness.”

“Let's have some fun.”

“War is an old woman's game.”

“No rest, be you wicked or wise.”

“I'm getting too old for this nonsense.”

“I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.”

“You have my attention - now do something with it.”

“You are insistent, are you not?”

“Do what must be done.”

“Your suffering will be spectacular.”

“Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.”

“Better to look evil in the eye. Even if it be very small.”

“I'm not built to crouch.”

“I think I could go another round.”

“Always the same old song.”

“Is perfection too much to ask?”

“Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”

“So many places to be.. and I chose Baldur's Gate.”

“I'm not opening that. Not from here, at any rate.”

“What is the point, if not victory?”

“Won't last much longer like this.”

“Let's hope the locals are friendly.”

“Let us show them how it's done.”

“Weapons high. Standards higher.”

“Must everyone be so exhausting?”

“What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb…”

“Which way to the nearest library?”

“Now this is my happy place.”

“Who shall I silence?”

“Stop, or die.”

“Wear your scars proudly.”