muffinphobia
dancing witch
♥Hello hello all! Welcome to my 1x1 search! Just a few quick things about me:
♥I go by muffin. I'm 30 years old. You do not have to be 30 but I do prefer to play with people 21 and over.
♥I can write anywhere from 300 words to 1000+ words. My posts vary in length. I do not stick to a strict word minimum or maximum and I do not expect you to either. As long as you give me enough to reply to I'm good!
♥I love doubling/playing multiple characters! If there’s a character type you’ve been dying to play against let me know. I love a challenge.
♥I will try to post as frequently as I can, but I am a person with a full-time job and a life that can keep me busy. However, I promise to stay in touch OOC and keep you updated!
♥I prefer RPing on here but I’m also open to Discord.
♥If we've roleplayed together before please do not hesitate to contact me. Let’s start something new and fresh!
♥In terms of romance, I’m only interested in SFW content, such as fading to black once things start heading in that direction.
Prompts:
♥The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, they mumble “…didn’t know where else to go…” then collapse into the villain’s arms.
♥”You’re a monster!” the hero cried.
“YOU’RE the one who created this monster!” the villain shouted back.
♥”Listen.” The villain’s voice cut through the hero’s thoughts. “I know you’re hurting, but you’re not alone in this. Now let me see your damn wound.” The hero hesitated, faltering before deciding it was in their best interest to listen. They stepped forward, opening the collar of their shirt to reveal a series of intricate gashes crisscrossing their chest. The villain’s eyes narrowed as their hand stopped just short of touching the hero’s bloodied wound. When they finally spoke, their voice was low and grave. “Tell me who did this to you. Now.”
As the title mentions, I’m looking for a Byronic hero to play against. The prompts above are great examples of what that could look like. Ultimately I am looking for someone who wants to play a character that’s considerably morally gray. I love the scenario of a protagonist falling for someone who appears to be a villain at first glance, but he is actually much deeper and complicated than that. There’s something there to love, even if it’s deep, deep down.
Below are some fandom inspirations. I prefer playing canon or original characters in established universes, but if you have something completely original in mind just let me know! I’m quite flexible! Strong cravings have extra hearts beside them. You’d be playing the role on the left.
♥♥♥Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon
Daemon x Rhaenyra (but an AU where they’re not related lololol)
OC x OC
♥Star Wars
Kylo Ren x Rey
OC x OC
♥Your ideas! Hit me with them, and let me know what you've been craving. We don't even have to do any of these. These are just to give you an idea of what I am into. Let's mash up ideas! Let's create new ones! A compelling plot has to exist - it can’t just be romance. Let’s create something exciting together.
♥One last thing below I have provided: just a couple of my writing samples.
Hope to hear back from some of you soon!
♥I go by muffin. I'm 30 years old. You do not have to be 30 but I do prefer to play with people 21 and over.
♥I can write anywhere from 300 words to 1000+ words. My posts vary in length. I do not stick to a strict word minimum or maximum and I do not expect you to either. As long as you give me enough to reply to I'm good!
♥I love doubling/playing multiple characters! If there’s a character type you’ve been dying to play against let me know. I love a challenge.
♥I will try to post as frequently as I can, but I am a person with a full-time job and a life that can keep me busy. However, I promise to stay in touch OOC and keep you updated!
♥I prefer RPing on here but I’m also open to Discord.
♥If we've roleplayed together before please do not hesitate to contact me. Let’s start something new and fresh!
♥In terms of romance, I’m only interested in SFW content, such as fading to black once things start heading in that direction.
Prompts:
♥The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, they mumble “…didn’t know where else to go…” then collapse into the villain’s arms.
♥”You’re a monster!” the hero cried.
“YOU’RE the one who created this monster!” the villain shouted back.
♥”Listen.” The villain’s voice cut through the hero’s thoughts. “I know you’re hurting, but you’re not alone in this. Now let me see your damn wound.” The hero hesitated, faltering before deciding it was in their best interest to listen. They stepped forward, opening the collar of their shirt to reveal a series of intricate gashes crisscrossing their chest. The villain’s eyes narrowed as their hand stopped just short of touching the hero’s bloodied wound. When they finally spoke, their voice was low and grave. “Tell me who did this to you. Now.”
As the title mentions, I’m looking for a Byronic hero to play against. The prompts above are great examples of what that could look like. Ultimately I am looking for someone who wants to play a character that’s considerably morally gray. I love the scenario of a protagonist falling for someone who appears to be a villain at first glance, but he is actually much deeper and complicated than that. There’s something there to love, even if it’s deep, deep down.
Below are some fandom inspirations. I prefer playing canon or original characters in established universes, but if you have something completely original in mind just let me know! I’m quite flexible! Strong cravings have extra hearts beside them. You’d be playing the role on the left.
♥♥♥Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon
Daemon x Rhaenyra (but an AU where they’re not related lololol)
OC x OC
♥Star Wars
Kylo Ren x Rey
OC x OC
♥Your ideas! Hit me with them, and let me know what you've been craving. We don't even have to do any of these. These are just to give you an idea of what I am into. Let's mash up ideas! Let's create new ones! A compelling plot has to exist - it can’t just be romance. Let’s create something exciting together.
♥One last thing below I have provided: just a couple of my writing samples.
Hope to hear back from some of you soon!
(from a sci fi RP)
Gabi smiled faintly, relief washing over her. “Right,” she said quietly. Her helmet was tucked under the arm not being held by Perseus, so she leaned over to set it on the ground and pull him into a hug. “Thank you.” The two words couldn’t possibly express how she felt, which was that she could live to a very old age and spend all that time doing good deeds, but ultimately still not deserve his loyalty and friendship. Even if she wished it was more than friendship.
And maybe it was wishful thinking, but as she pulled back slightly to look at his face she could have sworn she saw a sort of hesitancy about him, a… wishfulness, mirroring her own feelings. It was only for a moment, but for a split second something passed between them, silent, but certain. Slowly, she moved her face closer to his, so that he’d have enough time to pull back if he wanted to. When he didn’t, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his, her heart ready to burst from her chest from how quickly it was beating. His arms had already been around her from the hug, but suddenly his hold felt so gentle, as if he were afraid she would disappear if held too tightly.
She didn’t know how to tell him that was on the very bottom of the list of possibilities - that she’d been waiting for this for such a long time. What she did know for certain was that kissing him was both wonderful and terrifying. His mouth felt like a brand on her, searing through every defense she’d ever built. Her hands found his hips and dragged him closer, the kiss turning from something gentle and exploratory to frantic, almost desperate. How in the hells was she going to stay objective about anything now?
As if on cue, the overhead comms system beeped to life once rather obnoxiously, and Eve was requesting her presence in the hangar. She broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his, trying to get her breathing under control. After a moment she gave him a small smile. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” she murmured, “Wow” came the quiet reply, “Glad you had the guts to do it.”
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before regretfully releasing him and leaning over to pick up their helmets. As Perseus took a few steps away from the wall she’d had him pressed up against, her blood ran cold. There, directly behind where his heart had been, was a mark that almost resembled graffiti. It was small and shiny - the vibrancy of the purplish-pink hues made it seem like it would jump off the wall at any moment. But what made her want to scream was the fact that two eyes appeared in the center of it, shaped precisely like the ones from her vision not fifteen minutes ago. They watched her no matter how many steps she took from it, and she backed up into Perseus by mistake. Her hand, which had turned to ice beneath her glove, reached for his and squeezed it so tightly it probably hurt him, though she was far too terrified to give it much thought. “Perseus,” she said, her voice pitched higher than normal. “What is that?”
Gabi smiled faintly, relief washing over her. “Right,” she said quietly. Her helmet was tucked under the arm not being held by Perseus, so she leaned over to set it on the ground and pull him into a hug. “Thank you.” The two words couldn’t possibly express how she felt, which was that she could live to a very old age and spend all that time doing good deeds, but ultimately still not deserve his loyalty and friendship. Even if she wished it was more than friendship.
And maybe it was wishful thinking, but as she pulled back slightly to look at his face she could have sworn she saw a sort of hesitancy about him, a… wishfulness, mirroring her own feelings. It was only for a moment, but for a split second something passed between them, silent, but certain. Slowly, she moved her face closer to his, so that he’d have enough time to pull back if he wanted to. When he didn’t, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his, her heart ready to burst from her chest from how quickly it was beating. His arms had already been around her from the hug, but suddenly his hold felt so gentle, as if he were afraid she would disappear if held too tightly.
She didn’t know how to tell him that was on the very bottom of the list of possibilities - that she’d been waiting for this for such a long time. What she did know for certain was that kissing him was both wonderful and terrifying. His mouth felt like a brand on her, searing through every defense she’d ever built. Her hands found his hips and dragged him closer, the kiss turning from something gentle and exploratory to frantic, almost desperate. How in the hells was she going to stay objective about anything now?
As if on cue, the overhead comms system beeped to life once rather obnoxiously, and Eve was requesting her presence in the hangar. She broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his, trying to get her breathing under control. After a moment she gave him a small smile. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” she murmured, “Wow” came the quiet reply, “Glad you had the guts to do it.”
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before regretfully releasing him and leaning over to pick up their helmets. As Perseus took a few steps away from the wall she’d had him pressed up against, her blood ran cold. There, directly behind where his heart had been, was a mark that almost resembled graffiti. It was small and shiny - the vibrancy of the purplish-pink hues made it seem like it would jump off the wall at any moment. But what made her want to scream was the fact that two eyes appeared in the center of it, shaped precisely like the ones from her vision not fifteen minutes ago. They watched her no matter how many steps she took from it, and she backed up into Perseus by mistake. Her hand, which had turned to ice beneath her glove, reached for his and squeezed it so tightly it probably hurt him, though she was far too terrified to give it much thought. “Perseus,” she said, her voice pitched higher than normal. “What is that?”
Some might call the INS Ophelia’s training room a symptom of Elazar’s paranoia. He preferred to think of it as being extremely prepared. He stepped into the dimly lit space with nothing but his vibro double-blade strapped across his back, relishing the cool whoosh as the glass door behind him slid shut. He approached the control panel built into the wall and brought it to life with a tap of his fingers. Eleven categories of environments, seventeen categories of mission objectives (with support for neural-net development of thousands of adversary types, of course, ranging from miners with plasma cutters to fully armored Lustrian marines). Each environmental category contained thousands of randomly generated arenas, and each mission objective category contained several hundred variations on themes such as “target recovery” or “data destruction.” Prepared for every possible scenario. That is what the crew would be.
Today, however, his objective was simple: destroy. He didn’t activate an environment at all, instead opting for a simple “surprise” attack carried out by three Dina Amor combatants. The assault began as soon as he’d activated the protocol - his fingers had barely left the panel before there was a blow to his ribs. He removed the double-blade from his back and twirled away from the first assailant…straight into the second, as he’d suspected. The end of his double-blade clashed with the faceless man’s knife as the first combatant made a bold slash at Elazar’s face. He ducked and parried the blow, timing it so that it blocked both the first man and the second, as the other had been aiming for his legs. He kicked the second man in the face, sending him crumpling to the floor, when the third flew it from overhead and landed squarely on his shoulders. Immediately, Elazar leaned forward so that the skulls of the first and the third men crashed together. While they were still disoriented, he took advantage of that split second to drive his blade upwards into the third man’s heart. He exploded in a dazzling array of purple particles. Grim satisfaction bloomed in Elazar’s chest.
He twirled away from the remaining two and sank into his favored stance for engagement, most of his weight balanced on his back foot as he held the vibro-blade perpendicular to his torso. There was a beat as the remaining two assailants seemed to size him up, and then they were both on him, running parallel to each other with their knives held high above their heads. He shifted the blade so that he held it between both hands and twirled it so quickly that neither of the men could find an easy blow to land. Using the momentum he’d built, he whacked the first man across the chest with the blade, winding him, and then twirled to plunge the other end of the blade into the second man’s gut. He was rewarded with a second explosion of purple particles. Excellent. He turned back to his final victim and kicked him in the chest as hard and as viciously as he could, knocking him to the ground. But then, as he stood over him, blade poised to kill, the strangest thing happened. He was no longer standing in the training room.
He was somewhere else. Somewhere worse.
And it wasn’t a faceless opponent gazing up at him. It was Gabi, propping herself up on her elbows, abject terror written across her face. “Hyde?” she whispered, her lip trembling.
The vibro-blade lowered a millimeter.
But then she was gone, and he was once again in the training room, although it was far brighter now than it had been a few minutes prior. He blinked and looked around, then realized the control panel across the room was blinking with an unread message. It must be urgent for it to have overriden the simulation. Sighing, he returned the vibro-blade to its holster on his back. He glanced over his shoulder at where the fallen faceless figure had been, though the spot was now empty. Pity. He didn’t like unfinished business.
Once he reached the control panel, he opened the message and scanned it quickly. The captain needed him for a mission planetside. He frowned - this type of covert maneuver wasn’t really his speciality - but clearly she thought he would be of use somehow. He left the training room without looking back, ignoring how the other crew mates gave him a wide berth as he made his way to the nearest turbolift, although it was difficult not to smirk as he noticed a new recruit very quickly change direction from the lift to the stairs once she realized he was the only one standing in it. He made a quick stop for the essentials - his knife, his pulse cannon, and a few other basics he may need on the planet - before reaching his final destination: the corridor where Angstrom’s office was situated.
Today, however, his objective was simple: destroy. He didn’t activate an environment at all, instead opting for a simple “surprise” attack carried out by three Dina Amor combatants. The assault began as soon as he’d activated the protocol - his fingers had barely left the panel before there was a blow to his ribs. He removed the double-blade from his back and twirled away from the first assailant…straight into the second, as he’d suspected. The end of his double-blade clashed with the faceless man’s knife as the first combatant made a bold slash at Elazar’s face. He ducked and parried the blow, timing it so that it blocked both the first man and the second, as the other had been aiming for his legs. He kicked the second man in the face, sending him crumpling to the floor, when the third flew it from overhead and landed squarely on his shoulders. Immediately, Elazar leaned forward so that the skulls of the first and the third men crashed together. While they were still disoriented, he took advantage of that split second to drive his blade upwards into the third man’s heart. He exploded in a dazzling array of purple particles. Grim satisfaction bloomed in Elazar’s chest.
He twirled away from the remaining two and sank into his favored stance for engagement, most of his weight balanced on his back foot as he held the vibro-blade perpendicular to his torso. There was a beat as the remaining two assailants seemed to size him up, and then they were both on him, running parallel to each other with their knives held high above their heads. He shifted the blade so that he held it between both hands and twirled it so quickly that neither of the men could find an easy blow to land. Using the momentum he’d built, he whacked the first man across the chest with the blade, winding him, and then twirled to plunge the other end of the blade into the second man’s gut. He was rewarded with a second explosion of purple particles. Excellent. He turned back to his final victim and kicked him in the chest as hard and as viciously as he could, knocking him to the ground. But then, as he stood over him, blade poised to kill, the strangest thing happened. He was no longer standing in the training room.
He was somewhere else. Somewhere worse.
And it wasn’t a faceless opponent gazing up at him. It was Gabi, propping herself up on her elbows, abject terror written across her face. “Hyde?” she whispered, her lip trembling.
The vibro-blade lowered a millimeter.
But then she was gone, and he was once again in the training room, although it was far brighter now than it had been a few minutes prior. He blinked and looked around, then realized the control panel across the room was blinking with an unread message. It must be urgent for it to have overriden the simulation. Sighing, he returned the vibro-blade to its holster on his back. He glanced over his shoulder at where the fallen faceless figure had been, though the spot was now empty. Pity. He didn’t like unfinished business.
Once he reached the control panel, he opened the message and scanned it quickly. The captain needed him for a mission planetside. He frowned - this type of covert maneuver wasn’t really his speciality - but clearly she thought he would be of use somehow. He left the training room without looking back, ignoring how the other crew mates gave him a wide berth as he made his way to the nearest turbolift, although it was difficult not to smirk as he noticed a new recruit very quickly change direction from the lift to the stairs once she realized he was the only one standing in it. He made a quick stop for the essentials - his knife, his pulse cannon, and a few other basics he may need on the planet - before reaching his final destination: the corridor where Angstrom’s office was situated.
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