#krp starters

[starsmaligned]

open to : f / m / nb for : mutuals and non-mutuals

Prowling the streets at night was a hobby of Victorien’s. He loved the kind of people he would run into, the kind of people he would meet. Tonight was no different. He strolled the streets in his beat up runners, hair up exposing the constellation writhing up his neck. His curious nature always got the better of him, and he often found himself following behind strangers for a while, just to see what they were doing. This often scared strangers, which he took a little bit of a thrill in because it was amusing to him. Doing the same thing tonight had ended him up in a bad situation however, pummelled against a brick wall by a few tough guys who were fed up with him. Victorien now sat slumped against the bricks, chuckling as he wiped the blood away from his mouth. He was distracted as someone crouched down to check on him and he lifted his head to gaze at the stranger in front of him. The simper that spread onto his lips split the cut once again, but he didn’t flinch. The stranger fussed over the gash on his head, but he didn’t mind. “Hey, beautiful. Come here often?”

[aveuglc]

hiya, new single muse indie rp here. 

like this for a reverse starter call, i’ll go through your opens and reply to a few! might even message ya for plotting 

[spacemxse]

open: m/nb/f

muse: himchan - my fighter

connection: significant other, close friend, someone concerned about him. 

himchan was just about done with being scolded like he was a child who had broken a vase. ever since he had come home they had ranted and raved at him. he was out too late, he was getting hurt too much, he was being too irresponsible, whatever was coming to their mind. at that point he could have burned holes into his shoes with how hard he was staring at them and he was done. he looked up at them, interrupting them mid-sentence. “if what i do bothers you so much then go. just leave. i was doing just fine before you, i’ll be fine after you’re gone.” his words were harsh, he wasn’t sure he meant them. he just wanted the yelling to stop. 

[tintedpeach]

muse: Baeri “Berry” Status: Open

“Are you sure you don’t want me to read your energy; if I don’t I can’t guarantee the fortune talisman and potion will work.” Of course, she could do it anyway, but of course the woman needed to make as much money as possible and if she was going to use her powers for anything, it should at least be used to make her part up for the rent. “It’ll only cost 10 dollars extra.... But if you’re sure I won’t force you into anything”

[hhanseung]

OKAY LETS DO THIS. { STARTER CALL !! }

Like / reblog this for a one-paragraph (or more, if you want to lengthen the starter) starter if you don’t mind your muse to interact with a 27 year old firefighter ☆

[starsmaligned]

open to : f / m / nb for : mutuals and non-mutuals

The height, the fresh air, the sun on his face, it drove the male to find a way onto the roof of the building. That’s how he found himself, kneeled on the ground, his knees scraping on the rough surface through the gaps of his ripped jeans. Paint had found its way onto his face, onto his wrists, his biceps, slightly disguising the constellation splayed out on his hand. He didn’t bother with paintbrushes, opting to smear the paint onto the paper with his hands instead. The blues melded together, specks of white layered on top to imitate the sky in the air above him. He was so caught up in his work that when the creak of the door opening didn’t catch his attention, it was the small shriek of shock that left the stranger’s mouth that drew him away. Evander stared at the person, nose scrunching up as his lips parted to speak. “I was here first”

[starsmaligned]

open to : f / m / nb for : mutuals and non-mutuals

“Where did it go?” The Pisces mumbled to himself, hunched over in the garden of the public park. People whispered behind him, giving him strange looks as they walked past, but he didn’t notice. He was too busy sifting through the dirt, fingers digging in to free a large rock. Llyr’s fingers made their way under the rock, wriggling the digits until the rock was loose enough to pick it up with his opposite hand. “Gotcha” He spoke, slightly louder than a normal volume. Nimble fingers grasped the lizard which had found refuge under the rock, scooping it up and rubbing the back of it’s head with a finger. A tap on his shoulder had him turning around, lizard to cupped in his hands as he turned to look at the unknown interferer. A lazy smile spread onto his face as he recognised the person; someone who he had run into many a time at this park. This was the park that Llyr slept in, not having found a place of his own yet, and too annoying ( read : babysit ) for one of his ‘brothers’ to put up with. “Oh, hey” He looked down at the reptile in his hands, not quite paying attention to what the other was saying about the dirt on his cheeks and on his knees. “I caught a lizard. It’s missing a foot” Llyr interrupted them, holding up the lizard to show them. “Can we fix it?”

[starsmaligned]

open to : f / m / nb for : mutuals and non-mutuals 

Enoch stared down at the burnt mess in front of him on the stove top, frowning in confusion. He picked up the box, scanning over the instructions again to see if he did it right. Yeah, he didn’t add the right amount of water to the pan to cook the macaroni, but he didn’t want that much water in his pasta. He wanted macaroni and cheese, not macaroni and cheese drowned in water. The constellation hadn’t quite gotten the hang of cooking yet, but at least he tried. A knock on the door tore away his attention, the shirtless male rubbing the back of his neck as he made his way to answer it. “Hey-” He could barely get out of his sentence before the other interrupted, gushing about the smell of smoke. “It’s okay I just. . .tried cooking again. . .” He trailed off as the other pushed past him, rushing to turn off the stove top as the dry pasta began to flicker with flames. “Oh. . .I didn’t think that would happen” He sauntered behind them, moving with all the ease of a trickling river, watching them take steps to stop the fire. “So, does that mean I did something wrong?”