I love to RP but I have too many fandoms. I write a lot of starters but I don't always have a RP partner to send them to. So here's a blog where I can post all those starters, tag the fandom and/or pairing in question, and look for someone who's interested. If you are, send me a message! Tumblr is not my favourite place to RP on, so I'd rather we traded emails, but I'm not averse to just OOC chatting either here or on Skype. Also, if you see a pairing on here that you like but have another idea entirely for a plot, send me a message with your idea, 'cause there's a pretty big chance I'll love it. For more info, check out the About page below!
((This is a RP starter for a frostmaster/masterfrost/grandmaster/any other name I don’t know about for this amazing ship with Loki and Jeff Goldblum the Grandmaster. If you’re interested in RPing, please take a look at my blog description first, thanks!))
The first time Loki had found himself falling from the Bifrost through the universe, he had done so fully expecting to find death at the end of his fall. This time, after failing to plunge one of his daggers into Hela's side, only to be stabbed in return and then pushed right through the colourful, protective energy and into the cold of space, he felt a bit more certain of his continued survival, even if he still had no idea of where he would find himself. Even with the considerable magic Loki possessed, he had no way of using it to navigate. So once he finally hit ground hard, he did so half-conscious and in considerable pain, yet still gratefully gulping in large breaths of the foul-smelling air, because there had been none of it to be found in space. For a while he stayed down while he allowed some wounds to heal, and then at last started making his way through the junkyard, marvelling at his own lack of luck. Of all the places he could have ended up-- but at least it was better than in the hands of the Mad Titan.
And despite a brief scuffle with some low-life natives that he took care of with the help of his daggers and a few illusions, that thought remained true while he made his way into the thick of the city. It was not the first time Loki had found himself stranded in a new place, and he knew to blend in and observe rather than ask odd questions. He soon learned where he was, how things worked, and whom exactly he should aim to get on the good side of to find his way off the streets and straight to the top. The Grandmaster was a powerful creature, a hedonist with a penchant for cruel games and what definitely sounded like a case of some severe insanity. Still, Loki was confident enough in his abilities to think it was something he could work with.
On his fourth day on Sakaar, he made it into the Grandmaster's fortress dressed in the finest Sakaarian fashion in his favoured bright green, so he wouldn't look out of place among the other guests who had been invited to some feast of the Grandmaster's that had been arranged. There was a guest list, and he wasn't on it, but Loki figured he could find a way to add his name soon enough.
((This is a RP prompt set in MCU Asgard, before the first Thor movie. Any Asgardian or Vanir characters welcome. If you’re interested in RPing, please take a look at my blog description first, thanks!))
Winter had arrived on Asgard, speckling the gold with flecks of glittering white. The ever-blooming apple trees had their branches weighted down heavy with snow, and the days grew shorter and darker. It was, arguably, Loki's favourite time of the year.
The cold months meant most of the populace of the realm put less importance on the common pastimes of adventuring and meeting up in the courtyards to spar, and that meant less people raised their eyebrows or questioned the youngest prince when he did not participate in these activities. It meant the usual boisterous atmosphere of the realm quieted beneath the blanket of white, and people put more emphasis on conversation, sometimes even study. It was as if Asgard altogether shifted into a shape more suitable to Loki, and made him less of the odd one out, and much more at home. Even the heavy cloaks and fur-lined robes that was a necessity at this time of year made his appearance stray closer to that of the big, Asgardian warriors, and he overheard less whispered remarks about how he was so unlike his brother.
A gentle snowfall had started up while he was making his way through the streets in the shadow of the palace in the early evening, on his way home from the public library, which he found held a few gems he couldn't find in the palace. And rather than sending a servant to fetch what he needed for him, Loki had dressed and made the brief trip by foot himself, looking forward to stopping by one of the taverns on the way back to buy a warm ale of the variety that was somehow even better than the ones they would give him in the palace simply because it was served by a skilled alewife away from servants and golden pillars. Swathed in a dark green cloak lined with black fur, he made his way underneath the hanged pine garlands that was decorating the streets, trying to avoid the attention of the commoners by obscuring his face under his hood.
If you’ve watched Ragnarok and feel like RPing anything inspired by it with a Loki, please throw me a message! I just saw the movie twice in a row and I have a lot of feels. If you want examples of my writing it’s available in other posts on this blog, and we can totally brainstorm up a plot together if you don’t immediately have an idea!
((This is a RP prompt for a MCU RP involving Loki. As for whoever you’d like to play, that’s really kind of open, because I love Loki interacting with just about anyone. As I wrote it, a few ideas that occurred to me was either Thor showing up and starting to pick apart Loki’s mess, or really any other Asgardian/Vanir (to include Hogun). I would also really love a Hela, because I love the idea that it’s Loki who accidentally sets her free. Characters from Guardians of the Galaxy would also be welcome, because I am a fan of the thought that Loki might have met a few of them after he fell from the Bifrost in the first Thor movie. (Perhaps Gamora and/or Nebula in particular, while he got to hang out with their charming father.) But if you have other good ideas for other characters, I’m all ears! If you’re interested in RPing, please take a look at my blog description first, thanks!))
The people of Asgard was of the general opinion that after Queen Frigga's death, the first prince's renouncement of the throne, and the second death of his other son turned mad villain, the Allfather had gone on a steadily degenerative spiral downwards. Odin was no longer the great ruler he had been before, and Asgard itself was suffering for it, its populace growing displeased even if many of them still tried to feel loyalty to the king who had made their realm flourish for so many millenia, just like his father had done before him. Little did they know that Odin was no longer on the throne, but rather someone who just looked like him.
"Satisfaction is not in my nature," was something Loki had once said as nothing more but a passing remark, but it had surely been one of his more honest moments. The first year of ruling, of sitting on the throne of Asgard as he had always wanted, he had rather enjoyed it, and against all expectations done a good job of it. A few had questioned the banning of Heimdall as the gatekeeper of the Bifrost, but then the man had committed treason on multiple occasions. And the realm had flourished even without him, with any sign of conflict seeming far away. People had spoken well of their king, and admired him for his quick recovery after his wife's death. And then Loki had slowly grown dissatisfied and bored with what he had. Tired of acting as an old man he hated, and though he would never admit it, maybe a little lonely - because the palace of Asgard was a place he had always shared with a family. And he had started hearing whispers from other parts of the universe, from long ago forged contacts with less than honorable creatures, about the Mad Titan preparing himself for war. And while few could say they had broken promises to Thanos and lived, there Loki was, the Tesseract he had once promised to hand over to the terrible creature stored away in the palace vaults.
But he couldn't simply abandon the kingdom he had longed to rule for most of his life, and he did feel a certain duty to it. Perhaps that was another reason for his frustration, that he was beginning to feel tied down, as if he had little more now than when he had been imprisoned in the Asgardian dungeons. And so whatever destructive force that always seemed to possess Loki in his worst moments reared its ugly head once again, and slowly corrupted anything good he had managed to build up for himself. And Asgard's populace forgot the one year he had been a good king, and blamed the sudden harsh, arrogant turn Odin took to ruling on the loss of his wife and sons, though they did so quietly amongst themselves, fearing retribution. Relations with other realms fell through, with very discontented and ominous whispers and rumours of hostility coming - especially loud from Vanaheim - as a result. Odin very rarely met with royal advisers, army commanders, or the general populace, and on the rare occasion that he did he was cold, dismissive and needlessly cruel, demanding absurd amounts of respect even for the ruler of the Nine Realms. He would also fall into the Odinsleep more frequently than ever, and spend weeks in his chambers, which were no longer the ones he had shared with Frigga, but rather an even bigger set of rooms he had had put together for himself and then filled mostly with strange books both from the palace's library as well as its more carefully guarded vaults. There was everything from records of history to tomes full with ancient sorcery. And usually when Loki used the excuse of Odinsleep, it was only to sneak down into the Asgardian vaults for more reading and magical experimentation, almost careless about whether he was seen as himself or not, usually wrapped in a simple green tunic rather than his more familiar full regalia.
While Asgard fell around him, he honed his skills, pushed the boundaries of magic, and acquainted himself once more with the power of the Tesseract, and with it sent projections with his own likeness to other realms, bartering Asgard's treasures away for things he desired for himself while taking great care to hide from Thanos. Anything he thought might be helpful in giving him a chance to beat the Mad Titan - or at least hold him off - was acquired and stored away, either in his own mind or in the palace vaults. And having had plenty of time to ponder his mother's death, he grew almost obsessed with finding a way to bring her back, and eventually found the legend of the Goddess of Death more or less confirmed as real in one of the books Odin had always kept locked away. Striking up a deal with the dangerous, exiled Asgardian, ruler of Niflheim, and Goddess of Death might seem uncharacteristically foolish, but Loki was growing desperate. If there was any chance of Hela being able to return Frigga to life, he would see to it that it happened. And while so far, he had been unsuccessful, he was far from ready to give up.
And so Loki spent his time, whiling the days away until he would once again find purpose to anything he did, or a new goal to strive towards, constantly asking himself what he had done to deserve feeling endless dissatisfaction even now, after everything he had achieved.
((This is a RP starter for a eruri AU very loosely based on X-men, but you don't need to know much about X-men to play! If you’re interested in RPing, please take a look at my blog description first, thanks! ))
The Underground was a well-known club by the low-class, good-for-nothing locals and criminals as the place to be during every weekend. With plenty of alcohol that wasn't terrible despite low prices, plenty of interesting people, and with entertainment that rivaled no other. It lay in an old, abandoned warehouse at the outskirts of town, and in the middle of the huge, single room, with a jumbled assortment of tables, chairs, benches and couches spread out around it, was a huge cage. Anyone who dared were allowed to step into it, and then the door would be locked behind them. If they could beat the reigning champion in a fight where any dirty trick was allowed, they'd go home with their pockets heavy with money. If not, well, they'd most likely end up in a hospital bed.
The current champion was a tiny little man with sharp features, not at all particularly handsome and with a perpetual scowl on his face. His black hair was always well-washed, but messy and too long, and his eyes a cold grey. He wouldn't have looked like much, if it wasn't for the large, black wings growing out of his back.
Those wings made him a freak, and though he always introduced himself simply as Levi, he'd acquired more nicknames than he could count. Some called him a demon, other's just the bird or the crow. Some weren't quite that nice. Some, he knew, wished the huge cage would remain locked when the night was over, that he was nothing but a freak of nature who might just as well be left in there to starve to death. Unfortunately for these people, the fights were good for business, and so the man who owned the place - an old acquaintance of Levi's called Kenny Ackerman - had made a deal with him. Levi fought for him, and as long as he won, he'd get food, a roof over his head and some small amount of money in his pockets. And Levi, with such a blatantly obvious mutation that he couldn't hide, simply saw no other way to survive.
Still, he always tried to not kill anyone. Usually, he wasn't half as strong as the ones who dared to step into the cage, but he made up for it with speed, agility, and of course the fact that he could fly. His wings were excellent weapons too, and if he could get in a good swing with one of them to someone's head, that was usually the end of it. But sometimes, to make the game more exciting, an actual weapon might be brought into the cage, and that was when things could get truly ugly.
Still, Levi had never lost yet, even if he had several cuts and bruises to show for for it. It was early morning, sky still dark, and he had come out of the cage with a swollen lip and quite a few feathers missing. Currently, he was lounging in an empty back alley that was clean enough, a few streets away from the club. His hair was still a little wet from the shower he had had not half an hour ago, falling into his eyes as he rested on some metal stairs that went up the side of one of the buildings. Beside him was a half-eaten microwave meal that he seemed to have abandoned, and he had folded his wings gently around his small form, as if to protect himself against the slight chill of the spring air.
((This is a RP starter for a SnK RP, with eruri as a pairing and with MAJOR spoilers for the latest chapters in the manga. Seriously, don’t read if you’re not up to date. If you’re interested in RPing, please take a look at my blog description first, thanks!))
He stumbled across the bloodied grass, covered in sweat and grime and feeling more tired than he had ever done in his life. Somehow, the titans were dead, and he had killed them - at least the ones that had been close enough to be an immediate danger. Oh, there were plenty of them left, he knew. This war would never fucking end, and the poor bastards who had suffered for it was littered across the ground in pieces. He had to force himself to search each broken face as he passed, though the bile rose in his throat at the sight of it all. Faces flashed in his mind, ones he hadn't seen in a long time, the lifeless stares of Isabel and Farlan staring accusingly at him, and it was even worse than seeing Mike and Nanaba. Maybe Hanji would come to him eventually as well, brilliant, clever Hanji, who would love to be turned into a titan. But he couldn't look for them, they were too far away, and he had to find him, he had to still be alive, because otherwise Levi knew his legs would give out and he would give in to exhaustion at last, and then he might just be as dead as the soldiers around him.
Some of what was left of the Survey Corps he recognised - he'd always been good at faces, and he remembered a soldier's name when no one else did; his own way of showing them the respect they deserved after giving their lives in this terrible battle. And then finally, finally, there he was, a bloodied mess on the ground, lower body barely attached to the rest of him, and Levi swallowed down both tears and the urge to throw up as he fell to his knees beside the fallen Commander. His hands trembled as he reached for the man's neck, fingers desperately searching for a pulse - and then he suddenly realised he didn't fucking care. There was no one else he would inject with the disgusting stuff, because he didn't have it in him to stand again and look for another survivor. He wasn't that selfless, and Erwin would have been a fool if he had ever thought different.
Levi pulled his hand back, fumbled to get the little box from inside his jacket, and pulled the syringe out. With little care, he stabbed it into Erwin's neck, and then when it was done he threw it away across the grass. Unable to help himself, he reached for Erwin's remaining hand an clutched it in both of his, and then simply bowed his head as he waited, either for death or salvation.
I just imagined Jun and Makki a few years later looking like their actors does right now and I am here for this. With Makki being all dapper and handsome (but still occasionally very goofy) in nice suits but also absolutely lethal because he’s now a very experienced yakuza boss. And Jun is this blond cute fluffy thing but also such a little shit who knows exactly how to use his looks to get exactly what he wants when he wants it and who is so much more than he looks like at first glance because he had to learn the hard way that being a yakuza’s boyfriend is really, really dangerous.
And together they are this unstoppable force just taking over the streets but also keeping them safe for like regular people because they both have so many friends who’s not involved in their shit and they want to keep them safe.
so like it’s canon somewhere that Remus is taller than Sirius (or at least I think it’s on the HP wiki) so now I want cute wolfstar RPs with Remus teasing the shit out of Sirius for being smol and he acts like sUCH AN OFFENDED LITTLE DRAMA QUEEN about it but secretly he loves it and god yes moony you’re just the right height to PET MY HAIR just keepdoingthatpls
I mean there could also be plot but it really doesn’t need to be idk
I’m currently writing a beyblade fanfic of rather epic proportions. It’s a bit AU in the sense that it takes place years after the original three seasons when the characters are in their late teens/early twenties and have developed such deep bonds with their holy beasts that they are able to speak with them and borrow their powers to a certain extent (and some more than others depending on how much time they’ve spent trying it out/training). The beasts are also able to take on human forms (which is more or less canon with Wolborg in the anime), and can as such speak freely and be visible to any human rather than others who possess holy beasts. This, as well as the bladers being able to use their powers without the use of the blades themselves, however, is a very well-kept secret between all beybladers that very few outsiders know of.
But then one day Volkov escapes from prison and all hell breaks lose. He releases this information to the public, and then every blader has to go into hiding because suddenly everyone is out for whatever powers they hold. Terrible stories are heard from all over the world about what happens to bladers who are caught and forced to give up their beasts.
THING IS: I’d really love to RP something similar too, because I love RPing. While my fanfic is written mostly from the perspective of Rei and Kai (bc of OTP REASONS), it will involve as many teams and characters as I can squeeze in, because I am a huge fan of both Neoborg and the European team/Majestics as well. There’s very few charas in Beyblade I don’t love. So while I’d loveloveLOVE if you’d like to play the Kai to my Rei, I’m also open to pretty much any other constellation of characters you have in mind. (Though my favs are Rei and Kai, Yuriy and Boris, or Olivier and Giancarlo but really ANYTHING GOES.) It also definitely doesn’t have to be shipping, because FRIENDSHIP IN BEYBLADE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I’m also really just desperate for any Beyblade RPs, so if this plot is not to your liking, I could easily agree to just about anything.
TL;DR: Basically if you feel like RPing Beyblade with me pls send me a message because I would be all over that shit.
((This is a RP starter for a adommy high school AU RP I wrote. If you’re interested in RPing, please take a look at my blog description first, thanks!))
Tommy had always been a bit of the odd one out. A strange mix of attributes; effeminate and not too tall, possibly even cute in some people's eyes, but with his messy hair, dark makeup, and a "fuck you" attitude that was well known enough that few dared to pick fights with him. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, his grades were just above decent despite his image as a bit of a bad boy, and altogether most everyone in school seemed to think he was interesting enough to hang out with. It was a bit of a shame then, perhaps, that Tommy wasn't the most social of creatures. His favorite thing to do was lying on his couch at home watching TV, or listen to music, or play some on his own or with only a few friends. He could easily have been that weird emo kid who never went anywhere without his guitar but didn't have a single friend, but it just hadn't happened that way. Perhaps it was because he was simply too happy to fit into that stereotype most of the time, the TV shows he liked too dorky, his jokes too many, his acceptance of that silly nickname "Pretty Kitty" too... well, silly.
That day, he had really felt like playing on his own, but he knew his parents had guests over who wouldn't exactly appreciate him loudly rocking out in his room, so right after his classes ended he had left for the auditorium. But as he opened the door, it was evident someone was already there, and he peeked inside, eyes widening as he took in the boy on stage and what was probably the most amazing singing voice he had ever heard live. He quietly pushed the door closed behind him, and then stayed there with his back to it to simply listen.
((This is a RP starter for a adommy RP I wrote. If you’re interested in RPing, please take a look at my blog description first, thanks!))
It had taken only a few visits during the day - evenly spread out across a few weeks to arouse as little suspicion as was possible - before he had figured out all he needed to know. Where there were cameras, alarms, where the most valuable jewellery was locked away, the fastest way there, where he could use his powers and where he would have to rely only on his own speed and quick thinking.
The first part was easy. From inside the big, dark cloak he was wearing he plucked a small tuning fork, then flicked it gently against his own knee and put it against the window of the store. What happened next was very eerie - but Tommy loved it - how the glass crackled without a single sound, even as it hit the concrete below. His footsteps over the broken glass wasn't there either, and he seemed little more than a ghost as he slipped inside the store. A slender-fingered hand clad in leather gloves was raised against the alarm, ensuring it would make no sound, and then he was at the cabinet housing his personal favourite little set of jewellery. It was a heavy-looking necklace, gold with pale sapphires - and to not risk damage to it, he used raw strength rather than sound waves to break the glass in front of it. The price tag beside it read 12988 dollars, and he plucked out the matching earrings as well, letting it all slip into an inner pocket of his cloak.
Only once he was several blocks away did he let his hood fall, and a street light illuminated the long, blond strands falling into his glittering brown eyes, framed by thick black makeup and alight with satisfaction and mischief. Though to say he had let his guard down would be a mistake, and with sound carrying so easily through the air around him, he caught the footsteps long before they could get close. He pulled his hood up again before he turned toward the sound, the small, silver tuning fork as dangerous as any weapon in his hand.
((So yeah this was a really weird idea I had but it stuck with me so I wrote it pls bear with me ok. Basically, it's sort of like an X-men au with the powers but I like the thought that it takes place in som kind of post-apocalyptic steampunk world bc I just really wanted to put adommy in those dramatic pretty clothes. :D
Tommy's power is that he can manipulate sounds (bc he plays the guitar and I was trying to be clever), and yes he's a thief. I'll leave it up to you as to whatever you want Adam to be one too, or anything else you can think of. They could also know each other already, or it could be the first time they meet. Both is good.))
As far as My Boss My Hero RPs goes I would just really love to do something post-series where Makio and Jun meet again while Jun is in college and Makio has finally managed to graduate high school and they sort of have to slowly realise that we’re REALLY GAY FOR EACH OTHER and how is Makio going to deal with what his father and the rest of his gang (and maybe other yakuzas as well) thinks about that? And Jun is going to have an internal crisis because his boyfriend is a yakuza boss with really hot tattoos and how in the world did that even happen??
((This is a RP starter for a My Boss My Hero RP I wrote, with Jun and Makio as a pairing. If you’re interested in RPing, please take a look at my blog description first, thanks!))
Jun usually had very conflicting feelings about being sick.
Of course, he didn't enjoy it, he doubted anyone ever did, but it could be nice, lying in bed and just get to be taken cared of for a day or so. In the past, he wouldn't really have minded missing school either, because his grades were great already and would stay that way even if he missed a few days, and not having to spend time in the company of his stupid classmates had only ever been a good thing. At least until a particularly stupid classmate had showed up and turned the whole class upside down, and actually made school a place Jun looked forward to going to. Also, being taken cared of required his family to be home to do it, but for some unfortunate reason Jun had managed to get sick on the one day both his parents and his sister would be gone for most of the day, and he could do nothing about it. So as he lay snivelling in his bed, wrapped in blankets and with a scarf around his neck, throat sore and a dull ache behind his eyes that he wasn't sure was just a mild headache or because he hadn't bothered putting in his contacts all day, he felt that being sick wasn't much fun at all.
He'd managed to make himself a cup of tea and had tried to find a movie that didn't hurt his eyes or ears or head - to little avail - when the doorbell rang. Jun squinted at the clock, and it was much too early for any of his parents or his sister to be home already. Besides, they wouldn't knock. He got to his feet, pulled the pink robe tighter around him - a hand-me-down from his sister, so it was a bit too long on him - and went to open the door. His eyes widened as he saw Makio there, still in his school uniform and carrying some books in his arms. Come to think of it, school would be over for the day at this time, but he would either have had to run really, really fast or gotten someone to drive him here to be here so quickly. Not that Jun wasn't happy to see him, rather the contrary.
"Makki!" he blurted out in surprise. At least he hadn't lost his voice, though it came out a bit thick what with his sore throat and runny nose. "What are you doing here? Didn't Minami-sensei tell you I was sick?"
