#lets roleplay

[xo-lynx]

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Hey! Consider joining my discord! It's an 18+ server for writers to get together and simp/write together. Also all the thirsting is welcomed! We also have some game channels, anime channels and the Tupperbot so you can roleplay with characters. MINORS ARENT ALLOWED AND YOU WILL BE ID! ALL SENSITIVE INFO CAN BE BLOCKED JUST NEED YOUR BIRTHDAY. YOU CAN DELETE IT AS SOON AS YOURE VERIFIED

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[scorpiozun]

who wants to be my warrior cat mutual?

[blueeyeduzumaki]

Baby boi with the bright blue eyes~

~boruto confident that he can beat you

~boruto telling you that you are worth it

Idk think of it and fill it in! (Was thinking of great things for little starters but my brain shut down and forgot everything xD welp *smacks head*)

[thefrenchkingfrancis]

Starter

Snow blanketed the castle. The wind was a bitter breeze as it ran through the stair ways, and the windows were trying their hardest to keep the cold out. Francis sat at a wooden table and ate his breakfast. His subjects smiled and bowed as they passed by. He in only nodded in return. Today marks the day of the winter festival. 

The whole castle would celebrate the oncoming of the new year with games, food and music. Francis was most excited about the archery competition. As a King, he hadn’t had time to participate or practice one of his favorite sports. His bow sat on the table beside his bread. His quiver was placed in the chair next to him. 

[thefrenchkingfrancis]

Open Starter

Francis stood against the cool stone and overlooked the green grounds of his home. The breeze chilled with the warning of winter. The treetops swayed in the distance and the blood wood was barely lit by the morning sun. Torches were being extinguished in the courtyard below signaling that it was time to start the day. His hands were clasped and lay on the wall in front of him. His crown was heavy on his head in all matters of the word. He was feeling better today, but his head would sometimes spin if he moved too quickly, but he must hide his sickness from prying eyes. His kingdom can not crumble under rumors of a sick King.

The world was born again in his eyes. Brighter and more beautiful than he had ever noticed. He cherished every blade of grass or whistle of the wind. He will not let this illness take the beauty away from him.

He took a small step back and steadied himself before he started to walk. Soon, only after a few short steps, he found himself leaning against the doorway for support. A pain in his head shot from his ear to the back of his neck, but he stood tall and did not fall as his body so demanded. ‘Today and every day, I will fight.’

[ourdeanwinchester-blog]

Open Starter

The rumble of her engine was felt beneath his fingertips as it purred along I-80. He shifted to get more uncomfortable in a seat he had been plastered in for the last five hours and the numbness had started to creep in to his joints. That was nothing compared to the hunger he had resonating in his stomach. It was deemed a necessary act to leave without packing some road snacks. There wasn’t any time to waste. 

Dean nodded his head in resolute agreement. 

I wanted a monster...something that pales in comparison to the assholes we’ve been fighting. 

Los Vigilantes Obscuros, AKA The Dark Watchers. These creatures were rooted in California Folk Lore since before 1938. They were reported as being giants. Docile creatures in most hunters minds, who only watched travelers from a distance. 

He looked down at the scattered pictures in his passenger seat. The murders started about a week ago. A rise in restraining orders due to stalking surged in the southern region of California was alarming, but that wasn’t the fact that caught his attention. For each restraining order there was a report of a death. The one who reported the stalking. Mostly woman who also reported two figures standing at their windows. So close to the panes of glass that they fogged with the hot breath, but the reports were able to name one of the figures due to fingerprints or DNA samples, but the other was only said to be very tall, and darker than shadows. 

Dean released the tight grip on his steering wheel as he turned away from the gruesome murder photos he had dug up as Federal Agent Barnes. With a small growl from his stomach he pulled into a cafe with bright neon lights twinkling in contrast to the overcast night sky. The clouds rolling in so thick that no stars were visible. A dreary night to accompany his sulky attitude, that he wouldn’t be able to shake until he put these monsters to rest. 

The squeal of his door had passerby interested in his arrival, but they looked away as he slapped on a his 1000-watt-smile to the satisfy their curiosity. The cafe was crowded with the rambunctious evening crowd and he took a seat at the deep red counter. A menu was soon placed in front of him, with a flip of his expectant stomach he ordered a messy cheeseburger with as much grease as the fryer has. The crowd was average. No one in particular that stood out like a sore thumb, but the thunderous laughter of an overweight cook from the back of the restaurant. 

His fingertips were unconsciously tracing the outline of his lips while his mind drifted to the police reports in his car. Replaying all their info and trying to figure out where to start.  

[writeanoc-blog]

♥*♡+:｡.｡ fandomless oc looking for quirky folks to write with ~ shall we?