#stranger things starter

[ahoystilinski]

jim hopper / open to: anyone!

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Deeply furrowing his eyebrows, the sheriff gazed at the watch adorning his wrist; almost midnight. After the call from that very same address where they were standing at, he decided to take it by himself. Checking around the building, Hopper was surprised to find the other right there as well. “Is there anything I should know?” Heavy eyes inspected the figure, trying to find out if they were suspicious or rather on a wrong place, wrong time kind of situation.

[hcllcoffin]

Feeling in the horror scary rp mood

Like for a starter for dark horror Kas Eddie!

[bluejeanbaby]

open to: eddie munsons only sorrz

plot: chrissy calls eddie at three in the morning to pick her up, she wants to runaway.

���Thank you for picking me up,” Chrissy whispered awkwardly, still avoiding eye contact with Eddie. They didn’t know each other well, but she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Safe with him. She twiddled with her fingers nervously. “I just didn’t know who else to call, you know. I couldn’t stay home. I didn’t want to see Jason I just...wanted to be here.” she said, motioning to the interior of his van. “Is that weird?”

[smthscoming]

open to: m / f / nonbinary, anyone who works at the research lab (scientist, janitor, test subject, etc.) muse: junhe delaney, bioengineering researcher who is completely unaware of the tests going on in the lab’s secret basements plot: inspired by stranger things’s series opener. something was unleashed in the facility late last night, and junhe has just arrived at work. your muse can be hiding or looking for help.

this was made in legacy editor. if you would like it in beta editor please dm me.

it’s a surprisingly quiet morning at work—are people just late at all once?—though junhe’s glad for the peace. they’re setting up at their station, which is colder than usual, when the door handle starts shaking frantically. someone must have forgotten their access pass; junhe crosses the room and hits the button, opening the door to a stranger. “uh, hi? can i help you?”

[steviesbicrisis]

okay but, did I lie?

[xxbottlecapx]

Fic idea where Steve starts baking as a hobby and Eddie gets overwhelmingly jealous of Steve's sourdough starter because it keeps getting in the way of him and Steve hanging out.

Eddie wants Steve to come over and watch a movie? No, Steve has to feed his starter at a certain time so he's gotta head home,

maybe Steve even gives it a name like some people do and treats it like a pet. Maybe one time Steve brings the starter to a function as his plus one and Eddie is positively seething. Just a full fic of Eddie having beef with Steve's sourdough starter, convinced its alive and trying to stop Eddie from getting laid.

At least the bread always tastes great,though...

[findafight]

Kinda want to write a one-sided ronance post S4 au (within a fix it obvs) where the older teens start actually hanging out and Stobin (eventually + Vickie)confuse literally everyone. They greet each other with cheek kisses, call each other babe (or "Stevie Baby". Listen. Robin calls him bud or buddy or bub or bubba or babe and it's like why so many B's?? Argyle is vibing with it though and joins the bud train) and one time at two in the morning had a coordinated ramble about the names of the cats they will eventually get. (Sassafras, moonshine, and Garborator)

Nancy and Steve haven't really talked about anything, other than Steve saying "hey. I'm sorry if whatever I said weirded you out. I was definitely a bit delirious and Robin and Eddie AND Dustin were all making comments about winning you back or whatever which is stupid, you made it clear where you stood with me. Which wasn't with me. That's fine. and like. Okay yeah when we were together I'd daydream about you being beside me in the motorhome but thats-- it was a daydream. I was sort of thinking I was gonna die and. I wanted to share a little dream that made me happy. And then got everything confused in my head and made it weird and I'm sorry. what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry for being weird and making things uncomfortable. I'm over you. I loved you then, and you were my first real love, and maybe if things were different I could love you like that again but. But neither of us want that or the same things out of life. And we'd crash and burn again. Plus you and Jonathan are together which is a non-starter. Cannot believe I forgot that when it was happening. Jesus. So. Yeah. Sorry for being not a great friend and hitting on you in the Upside Down." And Nancy had nodded and told him not to worry about it. He had been sort of bleeding out and planning on going back into the upside down. They could both be normal about it.

Sometimes Nancy and Robin try to have "girl time" at Nancy's suggestion because they're the only girls in the older group (sometimes. But Robin is not going to let that slip out) but it's awkward without a buffer. Robin is too nervous and rambles and Nancy is too annoyed by it. But they do get on well in group settings, and Steve and Argyle are actually the keenest to smooth over any awkwardness.

Robin laughs more with the group, and grins at Steve and smirks at Eddie and has a sharp tongue Nancy can admire. She's more comfortable with Steve around, insisting he sit beside her or on the ground in front of her so she can play with his hair. (And Nancy is shocked the first time she sees it, because Steve was notoriously protective of his "best feature", but she'd asked and he'd hummed quietly as she takes her fingers through his hair and put tiny, lopsided braids in it.) It's nice to see Robin less jumpy, and wonders what it would take to see more of the side of her Nancy only sees when Steve's around. She just wants to get closer to Robin. Wants a friend.

And somehow, beyond Nancy's notice, Steve and Robin's friend Vickie slowly joins the group. She wasn't involved at all in the spring, but has been hanging around Family Video and a movie night or two often enough that when she settles more permanently in the group it isn't a very big surprise. Eddie and Argyle welcome her in with open arms, Jonathan is only his normal amount of weary of new people, and obviously Robin and Steve are excited for their friends to be friends.

But it just doesn't sit right with Nancy. She can't pinpoint why, it just doesn't. When she sees Robin and Vickie giggling together, or having some back and forth banter that seems to feed into both of them smiling, or Steve throwing his arm over her shoulder, or Vickie leaning into Robin's space as they talk. She always sits beside Robin, Steve on the other, with Eddie beside him. It's usually a tight fit for whatever couch they're on, but the four seem happy as clams to not have any personal space. Once Argyle decided to lay across all their laps, and they just...let him. Finangled themselves so everyone was mostly comfortable.

Nancy figures she is uncomfortable with it because she hasn't ever had a close friend since Barb, and was possibly hoping she could be close to Robin along those lines. So seeing her so close with the others and mildly uncomfortable around her hurt, and seeing her and Steve incorporate someone unversed in the Upside Down into their little trauma club also hurt. Because what did Vickie have that Nancy didn't? That made Steve and Robin and now Eddie stick to her like glue? That made them want her there when she didn't know anything about what they'd been through and could probably never understand?

What made Vickie Summers so special that she's taken what should have been Nancy's place beside her friends? Because that's what really bothered her. It wasn't that Vickie didn't know, it's that Nancy felt she took her place. That Nancy wanted to be where Vickie was, and she didn't know how to ask for it. Asking, trying to talk about how Steve and Robin had bonded so well after Starcourt while she ignored them and then how they bonded with and absorbed Eddie halfway into their bizarre dynamic after vecna, would feel too much like begging or admitting that she isn't quite sure how to make friends.

Nancy is jealous. Jealous that she isn't friends like Vickie and Eddie and Steve and Robin are. That she isn't the one making Robin smile and giggle so cutely. So. She tries harder. Tries to be the friend that Robin and Eddie and even Steve deserve. She tries not to be annoyed by Robin rambling (it really isn't that bad, just. Not relevant. She likes heading Robin's voice, but thinks she could really work on having a filter.), or the way Steve always asks clarifying questions when he should really have known better, or Eddie talking half in different character voices. She thinks it's getting better, her relationship with them. But, still, Vickie is always there, glued to Robin's side almost as much as Steve is, and that always annoys Nancy. Niggles at her brain, that she doesn't deserve to be there because she didn't know what Robin had lived through and fought. Nancy did.

Eventually, Nancy figures out that she wants more from Robin. Doesn't want to be a friend she smiles at occasionally, wants to be the reason she smiles all the time. And that's terrifying. Because Nancy had never considered liking girls, never thought liking girls was a thing she could do. It was something other women did, not Nancy. She liked boys and always had, but. But maybe she always liked girls...too. maybe it wasn't something she that was one or the other. Being different in a town like Hawkins puts a target on your back, being queer in a town like Hawkins even moreso.

She's leaving Hawkins in the fall. But she thinks she wants someone to come home to. She wants Robin to come home to. Robin and Steve seem to be okay with it, from what she can glean of some veiled comments they've made that she's only caught now she's looking for them. They've made some remarks around the kids that make it seem like they'd be safe to come to, no matter what. And sometimes, some of the comments Robin makes about actresses seem a little...well. admiring.

They probably, hopefully, wouldn't hate her for this. And now Nancy and Robin have a friendship, she thinks she can. It's early July, and Nancy is going to ask Robin out.

She gets her alone, bites her lip, and asks Robin in no uncertain terms to go out on a date with her. Robin stares, mouth agape.

"oh," she says.

Nancy smiles, a little. "Yeah. So. What do you say?"

Robin blinks, and takes a shuddering breath. "Oh my god. I. Nancy I'm really flattered but I'm no-i dont- uhg. I'm dating someone." she groans, rubbing her hands over her face.

And oh. Nancy read the situation wrong "oh. Steve. It's fine! You don't like girls, thats--thats totally fine! Id just, um. That is,-"

Robin waves her hands. "No, no! I'm not dating Steve! You clocked me correctly. Definitely gay! Don't worry about that! Hah."

Something in Nancy twists. "Oh?"

"yeah. Yep. Not only am I a lesbian in a small town, I'm a lesbian in a small town that somehow also has a girlfriend." Robin says the word dreamily. Like she still can't believe it. Nancy's brain fills with static. She was too late. Too caught up with how she missed so many chances in the past, that she missed her chance now.

But Robin keeps talking. "And, like. Even if I didn't, I don't think it would have worked between us anyways. Too different, y'know?"

"what?"

Robin gestures with her hands between them. "Well, like. I like being your friend. But, I mean, I wouldn't date you?"

"why not?"

Blinking, Robin tilts her head. "Because of Steve?"

Something bubbles hot in Nancy. "What the fuck does Steve have to do with wether or not we would date?"

"Nancy. Steve's my best friend." As though that explains anything.

"yes? And?"

Robin looks uncomfortable, shifting sideways. "listen, Nancy. You're a good friend. And I've just rejected you. Maybe we should just. Ah. Leave this? I'm really sorry. I'll give you some space, just find me when you're ready?"

"no. What do you mean that we couldn't date because Steve is your best friend? Why would that have any effect on how you date?"

"it doesn't! Not really! Just. Nancy, you broke his heart. His soft, squishy heart! You kinda sorta cheated on him-details very unclear-and then just. Moved on. Pretended like nothing happened. I couldn't do that to Steve. Dating a friend's ex is a bad move. Dating an ex that broke a friend's heart is just cruel." She sighs. Looks sad. As though she isn't the one rejecting Nancy and tearing her apart for how a relationship ended almost two years ago. What did that matter, now? "You're my friend, Nancy. I like you! But even if Steve has moved on, forgiven and forgotten, and if things were a bit different given his full support for us dating if that's what I wanted, I think I'll always remember how he-- how much it hurt him."

"oh"

"I'm. Nancy I'm really sorry. I know how scary it is to put yourself out there, especially like this. It's not fair. I'm just sorry. But. It was true. Steve's the most important person to me. I couldn't ever hurt him. Not like that. Not even if he said he was fine with it."

Nancy stands and walks away. She doesn't cry until she locks her bedroom door.

[maybestronger]

OPEN TO → MUTUALS (random abba lyric) Let this be either romantic in nature or her talking about something more supernatural. Truly I don't mind.

❝There  was  something  in  the  air  that  night. ❞

[love-toxin]

Can you do werewolf Steve in heat and “the second we’re alone you’re mine” ?

ellie's halloween sentence starters!

xi. "The second we're alone, you're mine." 

(cws: werewolf steve, heat cycles, drinking/alcohol, oral, breeding kink, squirting, teeny bit of degradation, aggressive mating instincts, fem reader)

It was quite the easy costume this year--if not a little on the nose. Your cape swishes about your knees, red as the maraschino cherry in your drink, and you sip it knowing that this is probably one of the only times of the year that you'll be out and about with your boyfriend at your side.

Steve's different now. The Upside Down changed him mentally, of course, because who wouldn't have PTSD after all the things he witnessed? But the physical changes have been more disruptive, and you're certain he struggles with them more himself than you could ever imagine. He can't often brave the world outside when it's so hard to hide his appearance, but tonight, you've got the opportunity to let loose a little and have some fun. Nobody would question Steve's fluffy ears or his tail swishing behind him at this party, nor the even more excessive furriness of his already hairy chest--because tonight, Halloween reigns supreme, and all the attention your boyfriend has garnered has been nothing but good. You've overheard the "sweet costume, dude!"s and "you two are so cute, Steve!"s for the past hour, but the man that's disappeared to get another drink hasn't said much in response. He's just been looking at you over the lip of his cup, draining one after another while you stand and chat with your friends.

"Hey," Your gaze snaps away from Robin in her little witch costume, and Nancy with her hair primped up to mimic Sandy Olsson, to watch your boyfriend stagger over and sling a heavy arm around your shoulders while slurring in your ear. "Gimme kiss,"

Steve's already leaning in, breath hot and foggy on your skin, and grazes your lips with a drunken smooch just long enough to get a taste before you're pushing him gently off of you. He's not usually this touchy in public, when he's in public at all--he may be drunk, but it's weird of him even still, because he's never been like that with you. You keep batting his hands away as they try to cup your cheek, slip under your cloak, and trying to keep up your conversation with the girls to no avail. And just as you're getting the most frustrated-

"The second we're alone, you're mine."

-He drops that bomb on you. The growl of his voice warns you exactly of what's gearing up to happen, and you're sure that if you don't get Steve out of here soon, he's going to throw you down and fuck you right in the middle of this party.

So you say a quick goodbye, both Nancy and Robin falling silent and taking knowing sips of their drinks as you manhandle your boyfriend out of the living room, and watching your back as you push him past your confused hosts and out the front door of the house. His car isn't far, but neither are you from him.

"S'what I'm talkin' about," He mouths at your cheek, grinning with canines far too sharp for any human, his hand slipping down your ass. "Right on the front porch..."

"Keep moving!" You hiss, not bothering to move that hand away even though he's groping you in full view of the windows. You push and pull and yank him all the way down to the curb, your head jerking from side to side to try and spot his car--and when you don't, you panic, a shaky string of curses escaping you as you desperately try to think of a plan better than the bushes. Your own body is starting to become uncooperative now, too, and you have to clench your thighs together almost like you have to pee to try and keep the pressure at bay. You spend so much time with Steve and his other unsuccessful attempts at breeding you, so your body has become accustomed to sensing your....mate's....needs. It still feels weird to refer to him as that.

Your savior ends up tapping you on the shoulder, his voice soft and quiet like he's trying not to make his presence too known.

"Eddie?" You whisper incredulously, your eyes dropping to spot the rustling around his pocket as he stuffs something green into it--something like a wad of cash, which is the only reason he would be at a party like this, or a party at all. Despite being your close friend and thus always having an invitation whether people want him there or not, like tonight, he usually just hangs around outside with a cigarette and a lunchbox full of drugs to sell. He looks a little disheveled himself, but not like Steve does, and with a shared glance he finally jerks his thumb towards the end of the curb where his van is parked rather conspicuously.

"Oh, Eddie, I-"

"Just clean up whatever mess you make," He sighs, both of you hating how much he's aware of like he's looking straight through you. Steve growls softly by your arm, and that's Eddie's cue to back away for fear of what his friend's possessive instincts will do to him if he hangs around you too long. "And keep wolfie here from tearing up my seats."

He disappears with a smile full of sympathy back around the side of the house, but not before he presses his keys into your palm and flicks his curly hair over his shoulder as he walks. Eddie's shockingly understanding for someone so picky, but then again, Steve did save his life, so-

"You smell so fuckin' good..."

You've got no time to think about it any more. Steve's gonna be ready to pop at any moment, and the fact that he can't stop drooling and getting it all over your mary janes as you hurry down the sidewalk is more than evident of that. You're able to hustle fast enough to tug open the back door of Eddie's van, shaded on the corner by a streetlight that's burned out, but it's not fast enough for your boyfriend. You feel yourself being lifted up off your toes as soon as you turn to tell him to get in, and he throws you back to land relatively softly on the mess of blankets and a pillow Eddie's stored back there for impromptu road trips with the gang.

Your world spins for a second, the door shutting hard and locking quickly in the meanwhile, and when you sit up to say your piece a hand pushes on your chest and pins you back against the floor.

"Steve-"

"Thought I was good," He mumbles, his pants falling victim to his strong and frantic fingers as he hurries to get them down, if not off completely. "Scent's too strong.."

"S'okay, baby," You whisper back, threading both hands through his hair and coming to rest on his fuzzy ears. "Just do what feels good. Get it all out."

"You're too good for me," He whines, pitiful and soft, but hungry. "Lift the skirt up. Flip over."

It shouldn't feel so lewd when Steve's already so intimately aware of all your skin and bones from the inside out, but it is, the simple act of flipping up your skirt and turning on to your belly while your boyfriend picks up your cape and pushes it aside. He loved the idea of your Red Riding Hood costume before you even put it on. You could wiggle your panties down your legs to get them out of the wsy yourself, but Steve makes short work of them and yanks them down in one tug without stopping to admire how they cling to your soft, slick flesh. His hands come to rest on the backs of your thighs, slowly inching them apart with time he doesn't have to spare--and he dips his head between them, leading you to jolt in shock and a squeak when his tongue flicks out to taste you.

"Oh! Steve-! Y-You don't have to-"

"Shut up," He threatens, eyes flickering with lust in the rearview mirror. Eating you out is no surprise, but the way he's doing it from...from behind...that is. He wastes no time burying his face in deep, tongue making you feel so small with the way it laves over you in short, quick strokes, and Steve gulps like he's drinking you up from a cup--and he is, because you're just getting wetter and wetter the more attention he pays to your pussy. You could swear it's like his best friend, he treats her so nice.

Steve moans into you, gasps for air with each pseudo-delicate kiss placed on your clit, and you can tell by the way the van is starting to sway that he must be humping against the floor while he does so. He's so hungry, so in need, and yet he never fails to spare the time to make you feel like a princess. A dirty princess maybe, but a princess nonetheless.

"Gotta fuck you," He huffs with one last suck for everything you've got left, and leaves your hips to drop and shiver against the floor once he sits up and stops bracing them up. The slick, shucking sounds behind you let you know he's readying himself up, aided in part with a swipe of two fingers through your soaked folds to lube himself up even more. He's always so much more swollen during that time of the month--a lot harder to fit inside sometimes, if he's not careful. "Hit me if it hurts."

He always says that, and it never does. Steve's not a masochist (that you know of) but he's always told you not to be gentle if he does something you don't like. If he needs to be shoved, kicked, pinched, or punched, you have free reign to do all of the above to get his attention so he'll stop, because in times like these, speaking up doesn't always get through that haze of desire that sparks up so strongly in the full moon.

"G-God, I need a trim....sorry sweetheart...might feel weird..." He groans, the warm, velvety tip aching at your entrance to be welcomed in--and in a long, deep stroke, Steve's burying inches and inches inside you and gasping so loud he has to brace his hand between your shoulder blades for balance. It does feel weird, Stevie's thick, wiry bush scraping along your behind and granting you a slight tickle to your clit when they touch, but his hair is a part of him and it certainly doesn't make you less wet for him when it feels so thick and manly pressed up against you. And aside from that, you can feel the weight of his tail wagging when he starts to rear his hips back for a thrust, and you know it's straightening out like a rod and his ears are twitching when he drops his full weight on top of you and sinks like a stone all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck!" He cries, his other hand slamming into the side of the van--not out of frustration, but ecstasy. The way Steve reacts when he's fucking you makes you feel like some kind of sex god, the way he loses all composure and throws every ounce of strength into beating your holes raw, just like he's doing right now. Each one pins you to the floor, he doesn't even need his other hand to hold you there anymore, and Steve bends over far enough that you can feel his chest hair folding into his pecs as his squishes his chest into your back. Any remaining space doesn't remain space for long, not when Steve wants to be so deep inside you you're practically indistinguishable from each other.

"Shit, knot's already coming," Steve warns after a few more thrusts, each one harder and deeper than the last. He's bruising you on every one but you don't care, just as long as he's getting out all that pent up aggression from his heat rolling in--and as long as he keeps putting pressure on that spot inside you that you swear makes your clit jolt with pleasure each time it's pressed from the inside. Thank god you don't have to piss, because you would've done so already with how rough he's being...but there's another feeling bubbling up, a need that keeps growing and growing until you can feel the coil inside you bending hard enough to snap. "I can feel it, fuck, I can feel it baby...this'll be it, this'll be the time I fucking knock you up..."

Steve throws his head back again to gurgle out a string of intense curses, before it drops back down and that fluffy mane of hair rubs against your cheek as he seals his lips against your skin. That familiar churning in the lowest area of your stomach drags your attention away from the teeth nibbling at your skin, and you can feel Steve's hips slowing, your body's grip around him tightening and squeezing taut until it's almost too much to bear--and then one good, deep thrust fits him all the way inside, and his knot is pressed all the way up against your womb. Right where it should be.

"St-Stevie.." Your whimpers luckily reach his fluffy ears, and he nuzzles your cheek while turning his head to plant a kiss there. He won't move until it's softened completely, and those clear spurts of precum make way for pumps of milky seed as he he keeps emptying his balls inside you.

"My princess..." He moans into your ear, a smile following it up with chuckles from both of you. But you can feel it when it drops, and he snarls. "Gonna make you fucking squirt for me. Think you can get away without cumming?"

Both hands come up to drag you down further on his cock, knot squishing up against your tender cervix as if he could stick it inside if he tried hard enough. He's making proper sure that you're stuck--and only then do his hands descend, making a beeline for your puffy clit that's been ravaged by his body hair. He touches it gently, pushes it between the fingers on each hand, and plays with it so carefully the lack of pressure actually makes you squirm more. So much time without him rubbing you there has built up a dam, and within seconds of him granting you that gloriously firm pressure you were so antsy for, your brain drops into your feet and you can't conjure up any thought to save your life. Not even the preventative ones to keep you from screaming Steve's name for all the passersby to hear, and he doesn't stop you either, because nothing satiates those possessive instincts better than for Steve to hear his mate sob for him when he couldn't be any closer to you.

His touches have led to you soaking him from the waist down and matting his hair down to stick to his skin, and your beautiful body has sucked out so much of what he's been saving up that it's dribbling into a pool beneath you--and you both know how pissed Eddie's gonna be when you fail to scrub that stain out, but it won't dampen the sweet kisses Steve peppers you with and the praise for being such a darling girl for him as you both come down from the high of a successful rut. You're the best. The best mate he could ever ask for.

[ahoystilinski]

robin buckley / open to: anyone.

Finally, something to get distracted with. "Family Video, this is Robin. What can I help you with on this fine Tuesday?" She held the receiver against her ear, moving around with the phone in hand, needing to be on the move to not fall asleep. Eyeing the store as to make sure no one would need attention. Not like there were many people, just one costumer inside. She hadn't been sure if she would be able to hold down the fort while she was left alone for a bit, yet here she was. Bored out of her mind. At this point, she was waiting for a miracle.

[hellfireconcert]

open to anyone

"You ever think that maybe the spaceships are the aliens? Like, what if they're not ships at all and when they abduct someone, they're eating?"

[silentgrim]

https://www.tumblr.com/silentgrim/758555644672557056/httpswwwtumblrcomsilentgrim75855516772986060

He’s a Zionist for starters

he actively advocates for Palestine, has raised donations, and has donated millions himself to Palestinian funds—

[avalonlights]

First Lines of 10 Fics Game

Rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written fewer than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyways :)

I was tagged by the wonderful @callieb 🥰 and decided to go rogue; instead of posting 10 recent drawings, I thought I'd post pieces of 10 WIPs instead, just to shame myself into finishing things lmao. Or posting them soon since at least 2 of these are done, whoops. 🤦‍♂️

💖 Tagging (you could do it the original 10 recent works way or with WIPs or ignore it!) @ihni @ariesbilly @akiokun @harringroveheart @lazybakerart @neonponders @aggressiveviking @boltedfruit @wrecked-fuse @memes-saved-me

[grimmusings]

happy friday the 13th! this is a permanent starter call for my horror muses.

🚬 Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) 🔥 Damien Thorn (Damien) 🏹 Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) 🏍️ David Powers (The Lost Boys) 🍷 Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal) 🩸 Jerry Dandridge (Fright Night) 🎃 Laurie Strode (Halloween) 🐺 Lawrence Talbot (The Wolf Man) 💀 Leo Barnes (The Purge) 🪓 Nicholas Hatcher (Alice) 🧟 Paul ‘Jesus’ Rovia (The Walking Dead) 🎲 Surprise me!

may dm for plots / may just be chaos. feel free to specify your muse, or i’ll try to leave it open-ended!

(comments only; i’ll assume a like is just you being supportive, and i’ll promptly forget a message.)

mutuals given priority.

[insanityxofxmuses]

Open Starter || Bored At School

Another day at Hawkins High, another boring boring day. Kimberly walked down the halls between classes, and sighed.

"sometimes i wonder WHY i even bother coming to school..." she said out loud. she was then distracted by someone getting her attention. "What's up?" she asked the person now in front of her.

[manicpixiedream-mess]

hello! looking for 18+ roleplay buddies :)

I'm pretty open so I'll RP almost anything, any era or prompt. Some that come to mind are: vampires, medieval, school life, apocalyptic, d&d settings, fantasy in general or whatever you'd like!

I'm mostly looking for a fandomless RP, but I'm familiar enough with these fandoms:

- Harry Potter (I love love love LOVE pureblood x muggleborn, and I usually play the latter)

- Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

- Stranger Things

- Resident Evil (a bit rusty though)

- Stardew Valley

I like to rp with OCs and typically play females. I like roleplaying with others' OCs as well but if you want to play as a canon character that's okay too! my favorite pairings are fxf, mxf and nbxf.

I'm looking for something romance driven, I'm a sucker for friends/enemies to lovers, forbidden love, forced proximity and such. I can work with pretty much anything though, so we can always flesh something out!

As for length, I usually mirror replies and will try my hardest to match the reply length you give me.

Interact with this or reach out and shoot me a message so I can contact you <3