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[teamplasmaofficial]

***RP STARTER***

There was a loud crashing noise heard from near the entrance followed by large, heavy footsteps. These were supposedly made by someone running throughout the castle. As the seconds went by, the grew louder and louder, approaching Ghetsis at a decently high speed.

Suddenly they stopped. There was a brief moment of silence. What the fuck? The silence was then quickly broken by a ear-piecing banging noise and the sound of a door being slammed up against something. The wall or the floor, presumably. A voice was then heard, yelling. A... familiar voice.

"HEYA, GHETSIS!" Archie shouted, lowering his foot back down onto the ground. This fucking pirate for real just busted down this guy's door. With his foot. Just fucking kicked it in. Okay, Archibald. Alright.

Before the footsteps, Ghetsis had been sitting in his office, the shadow triad standing attentively before him, receiving their usual daily debrief.

At first, he presumed it to be another worthless grunt with a promise of an ‘incredibly rare pokémon’ (most likely another absol). Though, the footsteps seemed much to heavy for any grunt he could think of, plus, they’d been firmly told not to run in any part of the castle.

As the thundering grew closer he narrowed his eyes, gesturing for each shadow to take a defensive position somewhere in the room. Perhaps an escaped pokémon? A planned attack from the pokémon league?

With each thud on the door he grips his cane tighter, a practiced deadpan on his face despite the racing of his heart.

Oh my Arceus..

“Archibald?!” he quickly takes to his feet, slamming his cane into the floor. “Did I not prohibit you from entering these grounds?” he scowls, the beautifully ornate door still on its hinges, thank arc. He sighs, gesturing for the triad to fall at ease. Regardless, they take their places surrounding the intruder.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, not even bothering to ask how the man passed his grunts, “what is the purpose of this visit?”

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closed starter | @spideymn

MJ awoke with a disoriented groan, her surroundings gradually coming into focus-cold, metallic beneath her, the echoing drip of water suggesting an unwelcome confinement. A glance to her side revealed Peter, still unconscious, his hand bound to hers by unforgiving steel handcuffs.

Panic threatened, but she fought to compose herself. Gritting her teeth against the throbbing in her head and the ache in her body, MJ readjusted before gently shaking Peter, urging him to return to reality. Terrified, yet determined, she continued the soft pleas for him to wake, knowing their situation demanded his awareness.

Amid her efforts to rouse her husband, MJ surveyed the room. With no windows to allow light, her surroundings remained shrouded in mystery, intensifying the unease of their predicament.

[predakingrising]

Return of the unforgotten king & queen

( Continued from here X ) @chromiatfp

Oh how he'd thought he'd never hear that voice again.

He does his best to find a better spot, the connection stable- for now.

::Chromia- my love. It is Predaking- I am finally able to hear your voice again,:: he rumbles in that sweet tone he got only with those he cared most about. ::I cannot express how dearly I have missed you... And how sorry I am for being away.::

A deep regret lingers, but did he not owe his life to his sire? He'd never turn away from his creator, for even he didn't know what had awaited them out there in deep space.

::I will explain all I can with what limited connection I am provided. We are to be be back on earth within 3 terran days- currently limping past their gas giant... 'Jupiter?'::

He sounded more mature now, if that were possible. The tinge of youth from his creation gone and in it's place an air of responsibility and familiarity with leadership. It was clear much had happened to him, just from voice alone. The dragon shifts, wanting to hold her already.

::We were attacked, in deepspace. Shockwave had hailed for my help to run inspections for possible sabotage- none of us were prepared. Only through luck or perhaps a blessing did we survive.::

[chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet]

Open Thread

Open to everyone - M/F

Relationship type - Friend, lover, spouse, colleague, ex partner.

Plot type - Drama, angst, smut with plot

Approved Kinks- Roleplay, objectication, breath play, knife play, BDSM, exhibitionism, scene play, dom and sub, sadism and machoism, edge play, CBT, impact play, rope bandage, fisting, pegging, orgasm control, dirty talk, nipple play, gags, praise kink, electrostimulation, whipping, wax play.

Plot - Luca has been secretly diagnosed with stomach cancer and he's decided that he's leaving SWAT and leaving LA, but he doesn't intend on telling anyone who is in his life. Convince him to stay and give him some hope because he may or may not get the treatment to fight it.

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Luca removed his bag from his locker and discreetly began removing the contents of his locker piece by piece so no one would notice, sighing softly as he jammed a few pictures into one of the pockets before zipping up the pocket. In a few weeks he would be gone and no one would know where he would end up because truthfully, he didn't know where he would end up. And since he was off the next day, he was planning on going home and getting shit faced drunk. Do drunk that he wouldn't be able to walk, talk or even think.

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[spoocys-glade-of-dreams]

{Starter for @badxsshottiexllie for the Captain Laserhawk Universe}

“Oh really? Then why don’t you say it to my face without cameras

YOU FUCKING RED PRICK!!!”

*That broadcast was live on every single television set. Everyone would witness the Voice of Eden's breakdown. He had finally snapped.

*Ellie wouldn't hear a peep from Rayman until the later hours of the night. She would hear her phone ring. When she picked up, she could hear Rayman's voice breaking.*

"H-hello, Rose. I know it's late and a lot has happened today, but I think I need you to come to my penthouse... I...

I really need you with me right now. I'm scared, Rose."

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✎ ( 911 PILOT EPISODE STARTERS. )

a roleplay meme of quotes from the pilot episode of the first responder drama 911. WILL CONTAIN POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING QUOTES. do not steal or repost. FOR REBLOGGING ONLY.

❛ don’t worry. he’s gonna be alright. ❜ ❛ you said if i got to you in five minutes, you would be all mine. ❜ ❛ someone punch you in the face? ❜ ❛ let’s not ruin everything by actually getting to know each other. ❜ ❛ we’re living in a golden age. ❜ ❛ this woman is so far outta my league , but she’s just once-in-a-lifetime. ❜ ❛ when was the last time you ran into , or jumped into anything? ❜ ❛ i’m telling you , the uniform is a major aphrodisiac. ❜ ❛ wash your hands! we don’t know where they’ve been. ❜ ❛ this is not a family. it’s not a clubhouse. ❜ ❛ see the fire. put out the fire. the rest is blah blah. ❜ ❛ the system , and the rules are not arbitrary. ❜ ❛ you know you’re not helping him by going easy on him. ❜ ❛ he just needs a little direction. ❜ ❛ i’ll remind you that after he gets you killed. ❜ ❛ i’ll race you! ❜ ❛ race yourself rambo. ❜ ❛ who’s rambo? ❜ ❛ okay first of all , that’s awful. ❜ ❛ stand back. i got this! ❜ ❛ try to find some common sense while you’re down there. ❜ ❛ don’t we need a warrant or something? ❜ ❛ do i look like i’m asking you to make an arrest? ❜ ❛ let’s do this. ❜ ❛ it’s not working! ❜ ❛ nobody held the elevator? ❜ ❛ come on , i’m twice as fast! ❜ ❛ you’re gonna be okay. you’re gonna be great. ❜ ❛ hospital eta five minutes! ❜ ❛ there’s nothing more we can do. ❜ ❛ we did our jobs very well today. ❜ ❛ you do not get to choose who lives and who dies. ❜ ❛ you’re gonna get someone killed. ❜ ❛ i promise you , the next time you screw up. it’ll be your last. ❜ ❛ get in the truck. ❜ ❛ dude , as far as i’m concerned , the world began the day i was born. ❜ ❛ oh my god! I’m gonna start calling you snake-ipedia! ❜ ❛ why don’t i just punch it in the face? ❜ ❛ it’s not some guy at an el torito happy hour! ❜ ❛ we don’t have time for this! ❜ ❛ why is that always the first option for you white-boy , macho tough guys? ❜ ❛ guys i’m totally gonna take credit for this. it’s gonna get me laid for a week. thank you. ❜ ❛ i’m gonna skip the part where the two idiots flirt. ❜ ❛ um , did you follow me here? ❜ ❛ all that stuff weighs you down. it slows you down. ❜ ❛ if we lose a couple seconds , people die. ❜ ❛ don’t do this to me. ❜ ❛ for what it’s worth , everyone thinks it sucks. ❜ ❛ you got some skills. just not a lot of discipline. ❜ ❛ you’ve got to be kidding me. ❜ ❛ i need a favor. ❜ ❛ i’ll have something for you in less than five. ❜ ❛ all right. no heroics. don’t go chasin waterfalls. ❜ ❛ i don’t know what that means. ❜ ❛ you can’t go in there right now. ❜ ❛ i know what this looks like. ❜ ❛ you’re giving me another chance? ❜ ❛ you were right to fire me. ❜ ❛ so are we talking again? ❜ ❛ i think i’m not fired. ❜ ❛ your shifts not over yet. ❜

[adoramita]

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[escapedaudios]

Idk if u mentioned it before, so apologies if u have, but what are some of ur favorite series from other VAs? (Yes you can say one even if you voiced someone in it lol)

Bastard Warrior, MoTH, and Space Pirate Saga by Good Boy Audios

Lullaby, Alpha Claw and Demon Hunter by Scythe Audio

Gatorboys and Merfolk Playlist by Obsidian Lantern

Alone With an Alien and Sleep Paralysis Demon Trilogy by Macalda Reye/Mother Macabre

Crew of Two by Aelswyth Audio

Castle of Blue Roses and Lost in the Inferno by Stephanie Swan Quills

J0yR1de.exe by Extrovert Ed

The Forlorn Hunter by WhatGiraffe

General Aulbrey Series by Kiyoko&Kanade

Castin Hammer Playlist by Desmond ASMR

Starline and Mindflayer by Gav VA

Wake the Dead by Dade Audio

There are more that'll come to me as I remember them I'm sure lmfao.

[the141ghost]

@kingfishered said : "if a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?" (from soap to ghost)

Something about the operation today felt... off.

And that was being generous. Ghost didn't usually get anxious like this over a mission. In fact, it was usually the opposite. Usually, he'd be bouncing off the fucking walls to get back out on the field, to get his hands dirty, to be useful.

Not today.

From the second they had made infil, right until now, he'd had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

His team had pushed in first, and as Johnny was muling the explosives, Ghost had instructed him to keep a decent distance back, to keep safe. Sure, the explosives were mostly the reason. But, even since the night when Johnny had found him covered in blood in his office and tenderly cleaned him up, Ghost had found himself getting more and more tentative about allowing his Sergeant into the line of fire. What if something happened to Johnny? What if something happened to Johnny on his watch, today? He'd never be able to fucking forgive himself.

Despite his persistent paranoia and the gut feeling that something would go terribly wrong, it had all been going fine. Smoothly. Well, even. That was until...

"If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?"

Ghost had to admit he was glad for the mask, or else everyone in the fucking room would have seen the sheer look of horror on his face. Here Johnny was, chatting away like he wasn't on a job with the terrifying Ghost. No, Johnny was acting like he usually did when it was just him and Simon.

That wasn't how it could go today. He had half a mind to give Johnny an apologetic look before he spoke, but that sentiment quickly went out the window when Ghost became acutely aware of all the eyes on him, waiting with bated breath to see their Lieutenant's reaction to the question.

If it wasn't for their company in the room, men and women who hadn't worked with Ghost enough to realise he was a ball of bad jokes and anxiety, he might have laughed. He might have actually tried to answer the question, it was quite an interesting one to think about.

But, unfortunately for Johnny, Ghost had to save at least a little face, and couldn't be setting a bad example for the rookies by letting himself get distracted by his Sergeant. 

Agonisingly slowly, Ghost turned, fully facing Johnny with his hands tightly gripping his rifle and his feet planted firmly on the ground. He fixed him with an annoyed stare, knit brows behind the undoubtedly suffocating mask. It was pretty warm, it wasn't a surprise he was struggling to breathe a little. Though, he did suppose he could put that down to shock over Johnny's... peculiar question.

Maybe it was a bit of both. 

"What the fuck do you mean, a fucking genie, Soap? 

No Johnny for him, not while he was fooling around and pulling everyone's attention off task.

"Sergeant, some of us are trying to do our job, here," Ghost hissed, stepping towards him, taking him roughly by the arm and marching him out into the already cleared corridor. Out of earshot of everyone else, Ghost ducked his head in, voice lowered and tone much softer. "What would you ask for?"

[mr-tony-stark]

// Closed Starter for @freckledboss

Having a secret identity was proving to be quite the annoyance for Tony. Since he cave, he'd been hiding his medical condition, that was threatening his life and required him to now always wear a metal chest plate with an electromagnet built in, keeping he shrapnel imbedded in his chest from reaching his heart.

It was a big secret to keep, but it wasn't his only one. The other one was really big.

TONY STARK WAS IRON MAN.

Keeping the secret had meant that he could help fight crime and keep the world safe, but it also meant he had no one to rely on and help when he needed it.

LIKE NOW FOR EXAMPLE.

Tony had had his ass kicked. He'd won the fight he'd been in, but he had left battered and bruised with what felt like might be internal bleeding and several broken bones. He'd made it back to his workshop but the suit had lost power before he'd reached an outlet to charge it and he'd sunk to the floor, fairly certain her was about to die.

He supposed this was one way to let the world know who he was.

[predakingrising]

A distant mirage in the silica desert

It had been far too long since he'd ventured off world and gone exploring for himself. One particular planet had drawn his attention for reasons most would avoid-

Sand.

Miles upon miles of perfectly unpolluted sand, silica specifically. Perfect for his poor plating to get the cleaning it needed between joins and really scratch loose the potential rust particles that threatened to take over.

Landing planetside was easy enough, with how little pollution there was it was easy to break through the atmosphere with his space faring form, the vast dragon creating quite the impact when he landed. To locals it would look almost like a mushroom cloud with a shockwave to boot.

There he was though, glass formed around his crater, stepping out to identify the landscape-

And flop. The predacon rolls eagerly in the sand the moment he feels the fine dust on his talons, basking in how nice it felt, kicking it up and practically burying himself in it with a rolling metallic purr that to a human, would sound terrifying.

It was time for Predaking's spa day.

(Thread written for @pacifistwithagun)

[voidedlux]

— open to: anyone as long as muses are 21+. — muse: rocco flynn, 27, drug dealer. — plot/connections: based on this! he's your weed guy obviously lol but free to make it more complicated!

"Jesus. Come on. Don't make a big deal out of this, it's awkward enough." After sending the text the day before Rocco believed that they'd be out of sight, out of mind and that a whole conversation would get to be avoided. Now here they were. Confronted. Of course he'd run into them. "Like — don't fuckin' read it again in front of me. Damn."

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[spoocys-glade-of-dreams]

{Starter for @rayheroism for the captain laserhawk universe.}

*Rayman had been staying with the household for a while now. He would wake up to Raymona knocking on his door. She enters the room and approaches his bed. She leans down and plants a kiss on the top of his head and gives his hair a gentle ruffle.*

"Sorry to wake you hon, but I just wanted to let you know that we're going to be heading out in a moment. We've... we've got work to do."

*Rayman could soon see his twin pass by the door, he had his hair slicked back and a very familiar green case hanging over his shoulder. The same case used to carry his guns.*

[madara-uchiha-rp]

... *intently staring at his collarbone. Bites Madara's shoulder in his drunken state.* nom

*Look the drunk man bitting him.*

Hashirama, get off of me...

*He sighs*