beneath the full moon;

When people post opens ( no I’m not just talking about myself ) they’re posted for people to reply to them. If you find yourself thinking: oh no this roleplayer is too intimidating but I really want to rp with them, and then decide not to because you’re afraid you probably should have replied anyways.

Cause sometimes people work really hard on starters and sometimes they just want something not so serious or lengthy because they’ve got too many drafts already, yet they still want to roleplay. And there’s nothing wrong with it, I myself do it.

But when no one responds to that open starter it makes the rper feel bad.

It makes them feel like no one has the time/or even wants to roleplay with them. So that rper that you really like and have been dying to rp with? If they post an open, reply to it. Just jump in. There’s nothing wrong with being brave. And who knows, you and that rper could become one of the best friends you ever had.

submitted by anonymous.

Good for use for generic openers, open starters (though I suggest coupling any of them with a reaction image of some sort), or IC asks!

Feel free to use, but please like or reblog if you do! Please do not repost or claim as your own.

        [ Okay, she might be overreacting.                Just a teeny, tiny bit.                       Maybe.          Deep breaths, Max, deep breaths. ]

                          “Thank you.”

               [ With a sigh, she’s going to                       sift through the remains                           and try not to whine mournfully                                 as she does so. ]

                    [ She continued to stare at the man,                       mind absolutely reeling as she tried                       to process what’d just happened. ]

                                              [ Of course, her heart was pounding                                                 frantically with the fear she felt, but                                                 what was worse was how she couldn’t                                                 find any logic behind what he’d done. ]

                    [ Werewolves didn’t exist.                            Monsters weren’t real.                                     But then what the hell was that?! ]

                                              [ Unable to do anything else, and still                                                 trying to remember how to speak, she                                                 nodded dumbly. ]

So he’d managed to get it in with the principal—something Cora didn’t like thinking about.

Lucky break.

Huffing quietly to herself, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his next comment, knowing exactly the amount of weight such a petty comment carried. Picking up her pen and jamming it into her mouth, she chewed angrily, trying to subdue the next snarky comment crawling up her throat.

The metallic taste of blue ink wasn’t enough to stop her.

"Oh—I don’t know—how about getting a different job? Not like you’re any good at this one.”

She’s planting her hands on his chest then, giving her the balance to start to roll her hips. Her head falls back, strawberry hair falling down her bare back, and moans again. That’s something she loves about doing this at Peter’s. She can be as loud as she wants, which, on her own, was pretty loud, but with Peter, was doubly so. It just always seemed like he wasn’t satisfied unless she was so pleasure-crazy that she’s ceased to care how loud she is - or how rough. She’s made him bleed before with her nails in his back.

Yeah, that was easy for him to say with his age and experience and knowledge of what the hell he was actually doing.  Still, she nodded, pulling her hands away from her face so that she could prop herself back up on her elbows.

Well, elbow.  Just one.  One hand had shot out to grip the man’s shoulder as he started to press into her, lips parting with a soft moan.  There was a slight burn, as he filled her, stretched her more than she’d do on her own, but it wasn’t anything more than she could handle.  It was a good burn.

Not to mention him teasing her clit once he’d bottomed out.  Her grip on both the sheets and his shoulder tightened with a gasp, knees pressing against either side of him as sparks of pleasure rolled through her.  She couldn’t stop the slightly breathless laugh that escaped when he swore.  ”Pretty sure we are.”

                                                       —-hic—-I am a drinking champion.”

  {      his eyes narrow and his neck cranes to get a view of the deceiver. He makes an indigent noise when Derek pulls him out of the thicket of bushes and stumbles onto his feet, swaying for a few moments before he regains his footing. Stiles winces at the firm grip on his arm but sags against Derek regardless, keeping his eyes trained on the ground in hopes to stop himself from tripping. }

"Hey-hey, easy on the merchandise, dude. I bruise real easy."

         { He stays silent  until they get to Derek’s car, but before he climbs into the passenger seat a wave of nausea runs through him and leaves him leaning against the vehicle miserably, }