#open fantasy starter

[xdragonsofavaloria]

Misericordia wasn't even expecting a visitor in her court today or bursting into her war room as she planned her attack against Kassandros, again, for what felt like the ninth billionth time. "I haven't had anyone come in and disturb me for centuries," she said, slowly turning around to face the intruder. "I hope you don't think you'll leave out of here alive or get a thing from me. I'm not one of those pesky dragons you can seduce with words and whatnot."

[flame-of-loki]

“Let me bring a little chaos into your life.”

[thegapbetweenmoments]

Open Luke Starter

Open to F/M/NB

Scenario: Our muses, each coming from an opposing side of a war between two neighboring kingdoms, come across the same abandoned house, just as a winter storm blows in. The roads back toward any town are to far to travel on foot, so a truce must be made.

An hour ago, the first flakes had begun to fall, and Luke had picked up his pace. Now, there wasn't much that could be done as the already frozen ground allowed a thick blanket of snow to take hold. It was already up to his ankles, and the road stretched on for nearly a hundred miles before he would make it back home.

In the distance, he could see a cabin with no smoke coming from the chimney. With the hearth not lit at this time of year, there was no doubt in his mind that whoever had once lived there had long since moved on.

Lugging himself and his gear through the snow, he cleared a path through overgrown ivy and thicket to reach the front door, where he finally was able to pry open the entryway in one large heave.

Breathing heavily as he entered, still cold but thankful nonetheless for shelter from the wind and snow, he heard a noise coming from outside and drew his hunting knife from his belt, ready for any bandit or wild animal that might approach in these conditions.

"I can hear you there, so show yourself or leave."

[iamclearlyawizard]

You wanna duel? (Open rp)

Edward blinked at his latest guest. “You. You want a duel? With me?” He was quiet for a few moments before his head leaned out the front door and looked to the left to a large sand pit. Then back at the visitor. “Why?”

[morgaiyn-the-golden]

Open Thread //:

Morgaiyn was surprised when, instead of being summoned to do some suggestive dance for a rowdy group of customers, he had been asked to sing. This didn't happen often, but when it did, he was only too happy to oblige.

When he was still living under his father's roof, he had been given a simple musical training under the tutelage of the court composer. It didn't take long for the man to find that Morgaiyn had quite the voice. Though nothing much happened to continue this talent (because of his stepmother's refusal to have the rest of the court gawking at this bastard son), he still continued to practice.

And now that Morgaiyn was no longer living under the thumb of those despicable people, he was free to sing without the shadow of his identity holding him back, even if it was for a slightly less respectable crowd.

After giving a graceful bow, Morgaiyn decided to go with a well known sea elf lullaby, reminiscent of the soft waves of the ocean.

[exquisitexagony]

open to all!! v; flesheater relationship: could be a friend, a lover, something more than just a lover even, probably somebody who he doesn't see very often because he's always traveling and probably is very cold towards but only on and off because he's mad he even got attached in the first place but at the same time doesn't want to push them away -> i'm also thinking they probably don't know about his flesheating conundrum which is why they get upset about him always being gone and stuff

"You see this? We're doing it again. This is why I think it's better if I just go! We're always fighting! Always! Don't you see?"

Although they weren't always fighting, Arthur had been pushing them away harder and harder the closer they had gotten to each other. Every time he pushed, though, he would always regret and come back and apologize and they were back to where they were. Still, the fights had been more frequent now, partly his fault and partly theirs. This time he was hoping that he could be ready to let it go. It was just too dangerous to keep going like this.

"I'm not like you! I can't just stay in one place and be happy!"

[intoxfolklorex]

open to males 25+ (historical au. please read my rules before replying. please do not like my starters)

Maisie shouldn’t have been here. She was so close to freedom when she had been caught again and her cousin had thrown her into these cells. She knew the only reason she was alive was because of her position as the youngest daughter of the last king but Maisie never could have thought that would mean that someone that she had trusted to get her out of here would sell her out. Hearing someone else come down and say her name she saw another man and Maisie could only roll her eyes as she heard him tell the guards to go away. “I’m not going to open up to you and tell you everything. The last person I trusted is the reason I’m in here.”

[heartthrobxhook]

Open Starter

"Nothing gets your heart pumping then spilling some blood in a bar fight!"

[oneinnocentprincess]

open to: m plot: our musses are in an arranged marriage and it is now the wedding night

"Well...I believe this is the first time either of us has had privacy for today..." The room had been so quiet, to her she felt as if there was some kind of tension in the air but she could not figure out why. The day been long...after all it was their wedding day. Something she's been told of for months now, overseeing all kinds of planning even if it was more of being told to approve whatever the planner brought to her. Everything that was brought to her she did love...well except for the flowers. She requested they use lilacs but her request was swiftly denied as instead peonies were used...she believed they had already ordered those before showing to her for approval. That was the only real drama of this all...well besides the fact she hardly knew her groom.

It was not a complete shock to her that she was in arranged marriage, her kingdom would need a king after her father and she was the only heir; of course they were going to take advantage and choose who the next kind would be. However, Eleanor did feel the right to say that this all still was a very strange experience. It was one ceremony after the next, when there was not a ceremony it was sitting down for the two of them and having dozens come up to them to say their congratulations.

Actually, the closest they got to exchanging words without being interrupted were their vows. Now they had plenty of time to talk and she was unsure where to even begin. "My father really likes you." Is how she tried to fill the silence in the air. Her hands fidgeted as she sat on the bed, still in her many layers and with many pins in her hair. "I know many of the congratulations we got were probably just fluff, but my father's was genuine."

[cursedvessels]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧OPEN TO ALL !! ↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ꜱʜɪᴍɪ ☼ first meeting starter location is up for discussion, some potential ideas i have are bus stop, park, library, café, maybe somewhere they've been stood up by a date? or could be something more complex than that, whatever!! Anything goes

A tilt of xyr head is given as xe peers over at the young person on the bench. Xe smiles faintly, brightness in xyr features as xe approaches. Xe can tell, just by scanning their features, taking a quick peek into their troubled thoughts, that they're having a bit of a distressing day. Though xe doesn't go so far as to figure out all of the details of what is wrong, xe gathers enough to know that they could use some company. In fact, xe wasn't entirely certain, but...Were those tears?

"Sorry, you um...Do you mind if I sit here? You seem like you could use the company."

[xdragonsofavaloria]

"Oh goodie," Chase said the moment they came to his cell. He got caught again, trying to kill Kassandos and the Dragon Royal Family, and he was sitting in a cell--a loving joke to when his dear mother put him in the dungeons. "Someone who wants to talk to me. Honestly, doesn't anyone know these things are boring?" | @indiestarter

[flame-of-loki]

“Looks like fresh meat…” Fenrir growled, licking his lips.

[bloodxstarved]

Open Starter

"Is there something wrong?" Alucard echoed the question asked of him. "That is a complicated thing to answer. The quick answer is no, there is nothing wrong at this moment...." The dhampir replied as he avoided eye contact. It was clear to observe that Alucard was troubled, something on his mind was distracting his thoughts and causing sorrowful emotions in his heart. What these thoughts were it didn't seem like he would share them easily.

"I'll be okay, theres just alot on my mind." Alucard put on a warm smile to try and put the other at ease. "Your concern is touching, thank you. You don't have to worry about me."

[sinfulbard]

OPEN STARTER

(quick character introduction: leander andrews, portrayed by louis hoffman, twenty-eight years old, he/him, freelance artist, pansexual)

for: m/f/nb muses (romantic or platonic)

warnings: obsession; can be nsfw or sfw

summary: leander has been painting your muse for a while. a quiet and reserved young man, your bond can't be described as total strangers nor true friends. after your muses engagement, leander has been acting rather odd. was it merely a change of mood or could more linger behind that strangely erratic behaviour? perhaps your muse is about to find out.

" god, could you please stop moving? "

leander grumbled under his breath, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of concentration and annoyance. sharp green eyes, who had been focused on the canvas on front of them for the bigger portion of the last hour, flickered every now and then to the model that was seated casually on a worn out armchair. the floor was cluttered with newspaper, a poorly made protection of the concrete floor — the paint was staining the grey ground anyways. curtesy of rushed movements.

"just...stop playing with that damn ring of yours." he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "...please." it was a quickly added phrase to soften his own harshness of voice.

he didn't want to provoke a fight with the person he would consider his only friend. truth be told, leander didn't actually had any friends. the people who sat for him usually were people that didn't have anything better to do — or rich folk who wanted to brag to their friends about having an artistic streak— it really was just popular to have someone paint a portrait of oneself in a messy studio apartment.

leander kept to himself usually. when he painted, he never said a word. a terrible conversationalist. he knew it. everyone else knew it, too. and yet, (your muse) somehow didn't seem to be bothered by leander and his silent personality. usually, leander was content with just listening to (your muse) rant about their day, and...he realised he liked it. he liked listening to them. despite the fact that (your muse) sometimes was horribly thoughtless, in the painters mind.

the casual pointing out that leander, underneath all the paint and tired eyes, wasn't bad to look at. that endless inquiring about his love life (he really had none)...it was sometimes nerve-wrecking, truly.

but perhaps it had to do with his own guilt creeping up on him, every now and then. (your muse)...he had found himself thinking about them now and then. in the morning. at night. day by day. paintings of landscapes turning into portraits bearing the same face...leander knew it wasn't exactly right to keep those masterpieces to himself, but...they were his. the resemblances to (your muse) were purely accidental...right?

it was all a coincidence, dragging out painting sessions longer than they need be. sketching them from memory on whatever surface he had at hand... reacting less than happy on the day they revealed their engagement to him. leander had thrown them out that day. not his finest moment. it took him a lot to call up (your muse) and invite them back for another painting session. having profusely apologised and congratulated them with all the happiness he could muster at the moment.

but now? he couldn't stop staring at that silver ring around (your muses) finger. the way they played with it as if to taunt him.

again. "this...won't do." leander finally said and stood up from his seat in front of the canvas, stretching his legs as he walked over to the window to open it. "what has gotten into you today? you are acting like you have bees in your pants..." perhaps a sentiment that was more projecting than anything else— not that leander has been any sort of rational as of late.

[intoxfolklorex]

open to males 25+ (historical au. please read my rules before replying. please do not like my starters. princess who seeks help from a pirate but it’s bad luck for her to just be on the ship so they pull the #fakemarried card and it’s just tropey and fun.)

The weeks had been long and arduous and Endora was sure that things were never going to end. She’d been pulled out of the castle the night before the coup and had been moving ever since. It had seemed okay but the last fortnight she had been on her own, her travelling companion had been killed in an attack by bandits and now she just had to figure out how to do this. She had heard the whispers that there were pirates in town and she needed to cross lands. There were rumours that another King would be willing to fight against her cousin and it would be somewhere safe for her.

The problem now was finding someone willing to take her across the seas. A problem that she might be able to work with, catching sight of the man as soon as she entered the inn. It was clear that he was someone that she was looking for and the air about him meant that he couldn’t be mistaken for less than the captain. Still he was arguing with the innkeeper who was saying something about his kind not being welcome to stay there. And so she decided to help in some way, sliding alongside him and speaking. “Darling, do you have the room yet?” Someone who looked like her wouldn’t be with a pirate meaning that he couldn’t have been one and she smiled softly as the innkeeper looked between them both before grumbling something and giving them two keys to a room and directing them upstairs. As soon as they were out of earshot Endora turned to the man and smiled, “You’re welcome.”

[heartthrobxhook]

Open starter

This is it, this is the day you die.

Was what was going though Killian's mind. Or was it another's voice in his head? He was sitting on the ground bloodsoaked and exhausted, surrounded by darkness and deafening silence. Was this reality or just a trick? Had the blast of cannons so close deafened him or was he just someplace dark and quiet like a dungeon? Could he already be dead and this was the afterlife? Was this hell? If it was, then why did he feel so cold? His mind racing to try and remember what had happened and where he was and yet drawing a blank.

His head was throbbing as he opened his eyes to look around, his sight blurry like everything was out of focus. He must've been hit in the head pretty damn hard. Killian scrunched his eyes and took a deep breath, hissing at a sharp pain in his chest. Felt like he'd taken a beating. Opening his eyes again he tried to focus but every breath was a struggle like he was fighting against death with every inhale.