#starter rp

[steve-g-rogers]

Open rp

"Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!

'Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmhar, B' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilibh meirleach... Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh!

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh... Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh!

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, Muna mbíonn beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch... Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh!"

Steve sings softly to himself as he tidys up his home, he folds up a blanket still singing quietly, an old song his mother used to sing to him.

[buckybuck-barnes]

Open rp

Bucky fidgets with the glass in his hand. He knows he probably shouldn't be doing this... but why not? Right...?

He takes another sip from the glass relishing in the burn of alcohol going down his throat. Asgardian mead, he'd managed to get his hands on some. He hasn't been drunk in a long time, he honestly hadn't been planning to but... it's fine, he wants to forget anyways.

"S'okay..." He mumbles to himself as he finishes up the glass pouring himself another sipping it. He shouldn't be doing this... he knows that, but right now, he doesn't care.

[geezer-bruce-wayne]

Open Rp: VALENTINES DAY!

Anyone can interact! But preferably with a character that can be in a bar.

Okay, okay.

He was freaking out. Though that would be an understatement.

He couldn't find Oliver everywhere he went to check. He had finished the man's rounds- it took an hour or two but why the fuck could he not find Oliver?

He wasnt in his house when he checked- HELL HE CHECKED ALL OF STAR CITY. He couldn't figure out where the shit head went. He checked other city's and it was all to no avail. So instead he planted cameras every fucking place he could think of and waited. Waited. Waited. Waited.

Fuck.

It felt like time was moving in slow motion- he needed a distraction- so he decided to do something to distract himself and celebrate Valentines day- make time go by faster-

He walked into a bar he picked one at random- random city- random bar. He sat down, he was wearing something casual nursing a warm beer, which he had requested, he had only had a sip and he already didnt want to drink any more.

He ran his hand through his hair and sat there because- what else was such an ugly person like himself meant to do on Valentines Day? Plus he was old who in the world would want to spend Valentines with him? They would probably say that it would be akin to spending time with your grandpa.

[lyre-player-of-the-sun]

Open Starter: The Sunlight Is Dimming...

*Apollo was laid down on the sand of the mortal lands below, his eyes were darker than usual, not as bright.*

*The waves hit his skin and the side of his face, yet he didn't show any care in it.*

*There were distant sounds of thunder, and lightning flashed past the distant horizon. His father and mother were probably arguing. Again.*

<Tag List, Ask To Be Added Or Removed: @mini-of-ithaca, @maggiemelodies09, @the-real-fairy-king, @not-a-player-shes-a-puppeteer, @the-court-rp-ask, @the-summer-waves, @/anyone.>

{Dividers}

[dad-nee-toh]

🧲Open Starter🧲

"I'm sorry, come again?

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

The Message Mixup...

(I MAY BE REDOING THIS ACCOUNT SOON, JUST AN FYI <3)

*Hermes was panicking. It was rare he did that... he was scrambling with letters in his hands, spinning in circles. Popping into Olympus and then back to the mortal world, then back again.*

*The wings on his sandals and head were fluttering wildly, making him dart around uncontrollably. He didn't bother to try and stop it.*

"This goes there— no! That goes here and that goes... yep! Oh, wait, hang on, no, that... that's there, aha! Yes!... no, never mind– UGH..."

(Tag list, ask to be added!:

@whimsyandwine @lia-scamander )

[prophet-with-the-answers]

The Songbird...

*Tiresias sat in silence, distant screams from the depths of the Underworld barely phasing them. They were humming, quietly, an older tune. They would occasionally pause, wincing faintly as a hand rose to the bandages over their eyes.*

*A noise broke them from their thoughts. A bird. How had a bird gotten into the land of the dead...? They hadn't had a vision in a while, so, they would have never known the little creature would show up.*

*They held out a hand carefully, feeling two clawed feet attach to their finger. The sleek feathers brushed their fingers... of course, they did not know, but it was a raven.*

(Ask to be added to the tag list: @reminders-of-rhodes @cursed-prophet-and-polites <I have like- no one to ta so...>)

[the-hamilton-war-women]

THE NEW YEARS PARTY ~-~

*Cassandra was organizing food on a wooden table in the kitchen of her home, courtesy of Alyssa for making most of it. Dorcus had just finished decorations, and was absolutely beaming. Alyssa was pacing by the door, prepared to open it at the next guests arriving.*

*There were already quite a group of people, talking or eating or dancing to piano music being played. It was a bit snowy outside, the white just now beginning to cover the trees.*

[Who would arrive next?]

@ask-johnlaurens @ask-a-ham @justaskangelica @the-forgotten-girl (bring along others in your first post if you wish lol. --- Mod <3.)