#[open.]

[coastercruushed]

"i just wanna be a catboy--.." he'll blown smoke from his dab pen, sighing dreamily. "no work, no pain. just sleep and purr purr---... yanno what i mean?" mapplethorpe, please. // open rp.

[kiingsteve]

Steve was sitting at the edge of Lover's Lake, claiming an old log as his seat. He was remembering the last time he had swum in its waters as he looked over the murky depths. With too many questions running unanswered through his mind, he decided to return to one of the last spots he remembered having an open gate. The water seemed peaceful, but he would have no way of knowing for sure without jumping in.

Sighing, as he contemplated whether or not to take another swim, he was interrupted by crunching footsteps coming from the forest behind him.

"Don't mind me," he spoke as he stood, brushing the dirt from his pants. "I was just leaving."

// @sterpstarters

[vitalphenomena]

OPEN.

"Did I say those words?"

[avoidantry]

    "    ‘     no  ’?    what  the  fuck  do  you  mean  ‘    no  ’?      ”    stunned  by  their  response,    has  to  jog  to  catch  up  to  them.      hand  on  their  shoulder  and  spins  them  around,   confused  expression    replacing  the  previously  serious  one.     “    i’m  trying  to  break  up  with  you.    you  can’t  say  no.    ”

[notanotherdickhead]

"c'mon, don't tell me your scared," a smug little smirk is offered as he turns his attention towards the other, raising an eyebrow. "it's just a snake. not even a big one, either. this is australia. that lil miss is just a little one!" with that, he'll move to gently prod at the snake with the large walking stick he found. "--... just a pretty little miss," // open rp.

[2birds1song]

* 𓅪  ─── open starter to mutuals and non mutuals with 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐝.

"don't know where you came from, but you notorious for stirrin' crazy everywhere you go? don't think i can have you doin' it here at my little spot."

[encharmeds]

who?: flick bucciarelli (25, she/they) + open to all (f/m/nb, 21+)! what?: flick leaves her job as a gas station attendant and finds her mode of transportation kaput, so she asks for help.

frustration creeps up her throat as she inspects the shitty old chain of her shitty old bicycle. flick knew it was gonna give way-- sooner rather than later-- she just didn't think it would be so, well, soon. it loosens and falls to the ground with an unceremonious jangle, and frustration boils over to rage. "fuck! you! youpieceofshit," she admonishes the object, kicking at the spokes with a heavy booted foot. turning away, they let out another frustrated shout and exhale sharply. turning to the only person left on the lot, flick bounds, determined. they only hope they aren't a fuckin' creep. "hey! um... excuse me-- do you think i could borrow your phone?"