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MuffinDragon
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- Joined
- Dec 23, 2019
- Location
- Texas, USA
Howdy there!
Er, anyways! It is a pleasure to meet you, or at least send a message to you from the past through these words on the screen! I am glad I caught your fancy, and I hope you take a moment to browse around at what I have to offer. Hopefully, our passions line up!
What does it mean to be Muffin?
You have the name, but do you really know Muffin Dragon? Maybe, but if not, here is a convenient list of what it means to be Muffin! ^-^- I have been role-playing for almost 10 years now! Wow! That's a decade... fuck.
- I role-play in my off time. Unfortunately, that means I can range from a nice spurt of replies to a bit of ghosting for a few weeks.
- I do not have a hard limit on the capacity of partners I take, but I can only do so many. I will try to bump with how many new partners I am looking for.
- I am a furry! I love to play anthropomorphic and feral characters. However, I am more than willing to play human and human-like characters. It all depends on the setting.
- I have a... "wild" sleep schedule. Is it 2am? Is it 5am? Is it 10pm? is it 1:59.293408PMAM? Who knows!
- I am 100% OOC friendly! Sometimes a bit lusty there, but if it is ever much let me know! I would appreciate it if you let me know your boundaries early when you message me!
- I have a crippling video-game addiction... I'm sorry TwT...
Writing Style
Now for some role-play related details! In this list, I explain my style of writing, preferences, my expectations. (Now with the long anticipated, FREE writing sample DLC!)- I will only ever write in third-person. I enjoy playing characters, not myself.
- I will sometimes play multiple characters at once, especially if my main character goes "off-screen" and your character is in interaction with side characters.
- I prefer original characters minus a select few that I think I can pull off. However, I will be more than willing to role-play in a cannon setting with themes based on real franchises and stories.
- I try to do decently long replies, though this varies on the setting and the effort from my partner. I tend to range 300-400 words per reply during a calm back and forward scene, then 700-1000 word reply for more descriptive scenes, with an outlier for both scenarios every now and then. I do not expect a super long reply from my partners, but more than a paragraph is appreciated. One-liners will be dropped.
- I am a switch! Though I tend to end up playing more dominant characters, I enjoy playing submissive as well!
- I am also open to same-sex relationships, though I am not personally knowledgeable on them, so I apologize if I offend anyone while writing such.
- I am looking about replacing this with a kink list of sorts. Though I am open to alot of things. Gore, cuddles, non-con, kissing, private bits of all shapes and sizes, brutality, watersport, feralxnon-feral, rated-E violence, gangbangs, NTR, h*nd-holding, incest, size difference, oviposition, egg-laying, a loving and healthy realtionship... It is alot easier to name what I am not into and that is a few of the extremes like scat, diaper, vomit, super heavy bdsm with leather all over, ridiculous age play, bimbofication, detailed birth, gaping anal, and overall just super gross stuff. If you really want to know if something is okay with me, just ask!
Fight. Fight. Zorua was told to fight that… His eyes fell still. Grovyle was not even that much bigger at all. His larger leaf upon his head made the Pokémon appear taller than he really was, where realistically the feral only had a foot on the dark-type. The grass-wielder was not even bulky either, his muscles stretching well under the infectious looking green skin.
So why was Zorua's claws shaking?
Zo has got into many bar fights throughout his later adolescence into his now young adulthood. He has brawled with men ten times his size, the kind that could probably crush his skull between their two hands, Zo had never felt any fear looking them dead in the eyes. Broken bones, blood pouring like a river, injuries he can still feel pop occasionally to this day, Zorua has endured pain and knew it well.
Yet, now, Zorua felt a tremble in him. He was terrifyingly lost within his own thoughts over what stood in front of him. Zo was too stunned to react and initially do something to help his superior. He only watched with a dumbfounded expression on his face. These ferals… despite what anyone would believe, no amount of alcohol could turn a drunk into this. Savage beasts, brutal, wild Pokémon who knew not of restraint. They only fought with one intention, and that was to kill. Never before has Zorua faced an opponent intentionally looking to deal deadly damage, not before they were kicked out of the establishment.
The male was so uneased in his own thoughts that he almost jumped in fright when Skitty spoke up. Zo quickly closed his agape mouth when control over his body was finally regained. Good thing too that he found himself more conscious in their current situation, as Skitty began to relay a… plan of action. Zo gritted his teeth a bit and his eyes dart back to Grovyle only to glance back down and away. Despite how uniquely extravagant Zo seemed to hold himself, for a Zorua that is, deep down there was that hidden, scared boy. The one that ran away from what he feared. His illusionist skills were blocked from him because he plays the illusion only on himself. Pretending to be an over-confident man…
While Zorua and Eevee had their battle prowess, the two still had their anxious hesitations. It was rather ironic. Eevee seemed to be more timid of the world around her until the last moment, when the danger was at its peak. Zorua was confident in his own step and holds himself to a silver tongue standard, but when the stakes are highest did Zorua find his boldness lost to a bashful nature. It was a rather yin and yang dynamic, but they lacked the proper mesh to keep the team linked and keep the proper balance by their opposite personalities.
The link they desperately needed coming in the form of a pink ball bouncing behind a thoughtful Skitty. The most chipper amongst their rag-tag team seemed she was able to channel all of her deterministic energy into a sure plan. She was able to keep optimistic even in the face of danger, and was able to analyze their situation quickly.
That little crush of hers seemed to have rubbed off some of Lycan's experienced reservations. Skitty understood her limitations, even if she wanted to push their boundaries, and made it clear she understood how her abilities can be put to their most optimal use.
To Zorua, for a moment, he misinterpreted the bravery for stupidity, perhaps even borderline suicidal. It seemed ridiculous to attempt to pursue any form of aggressive action versus Grovyle, such was going to get them killed. Corsola at least was still a puntable coral rodent, Grovyle felt more like the monster in the shrubbery waiting to slaughter those who come too near it, "Are you insane?! This… feral… It's going to kill you!"
Zo was not alone on his objection either as Eevee stammered at the thought of approaching Grovyle. However, Skitty's determination propelled her onward, running toward her optimal positioning. Zo nervously glanced over at Lycanroc, almost as if trying to find guidance despite the fact Lycan was trading attack for attack against the Grovyle.
When Skitty reminded them who they were, the guild prestige they now carried, the dark type felt inclined to move away into the shadowy parts of the cave, to stay out of Lycan's way, but he kept his feet planted upon the sandy floor. Lycan did not forbid them from fighting… no, he encouraged it with his comment about there numbers advantage.
Zorua thought about Skitty's words further, on how Eevee had not wanted to be apart of this and Skitty did not believe she was strong enough to be an explorer. However, this was what Zorua dreamed about. What he wanted to be when he was a kid. How the bullies he called family ridiculed his undisciplined personality and told him he never could become a guild member. That their family and its members were ever to be a circus act...
Perhaps… they were right…
No. Zorua is a guild member. He broken the status quo by fleeing, but now he is doing what no one thought possible of him. Where no one else believed he could… well, almost no one. Despite his clear distaste for Zo, Lycanroc stepped up to be their supervisor. He took them under his mentorship. The man who personally kicked Zo out on multiple occasions still believed in guild member Zorua!
"Skitty is right, Eevee," Zo put on-nay-became that confident smirk he always had, glancing at Eeveen and raising his fist for a small pump, "We need to help her!"
Lycanroc glances as Skitty ran off, looking to see what she would do for her first test,, which brought its attention on her. Lycan realized this, feeling a drop in his stomach and forbading proper techniques for grappling Grovyle from channeling his razor leaf. Grovyle retaliated with a stray claw across Lycrnoc's chest, causing two parallel gashes to ooze out his blood, but this bought enough time for the other two to get the feral's attention
Lycan was taking slow breaths, which were a bit audible as he faced parallel to Grovyle. Despite how slow they were, they were akin to pants for the rock-type. It had been quite a bit since he battled. His fit body was given by steady lifting of supplies throughout the day in recent years, not accustomed to extensive, elongated fights anymore… hm, his brother would be a little disappointed and teasing of such…
Though family was on the last of his mind as another leaf blade was barely deflected on its flat side, Lycan folding his ears back to narrowed glide below the slash. Lycan than used that momentum to kick Grovyle back, putting that distanced between Lycanroc and those sharp claws and blade.
For a second, Lycan started to feel a bit of abandonment, wondering if his team would help. Perhaps this was a bit much to ask for their first mission, especially since it was suppose to be just an reconnaissance assignment. Though, the male's light blue gaze picked up on the movement of Skitty. His tail flicked slightly, perked in wonder of what Skitty planned to do. She obviously was not running for the exit, so a bit of hope was in Lycanroc's mind… only for it to stumble as he realized he was not the only one looking at her.
Grovyle caught the fast movement out of the corner of his eyes after he recovered from the push back. His yellow piercing eyes tracked the pink girl as she rounded closer to Grovyle. The feral Pokémon snarled, his fanged teeth gnashing a bit as he turned more towards Skitty, "GROVYLE!"
Lycanroc's eyes widened, that sound known well on his ears. The feral Pokémon preparing a strong attack. Lycan was no where near the wall to stop him, and if he had tried such attack as he did Corsola, he would likely kill the feral they were trying to capture. The green energy started to orbit around Grovyle, the grass-type preparing a Razor Leaf attack as the green lights morphed into sharp, high velocity leaves. Lycanroc gritted his teeth, a small panic in his mind as he felt his greatest fear clawing at his legs, one that had cause hesitation in his supervisor mmentaliy… if he did not do something… he would lose a…
"No you don't! You are not harming her!"
Lycanroc broke free of the demons shackling his legs. He lunged forward, taking a few strides before grappling Grovyle from behind and growling as they collided. Lycan forbade proper technique, simply trying to stop Grovyle from unleashing his attack. He grabbed whatever he could, an arm and a shoulder, trying to only throw his weight into the tackled Grovyle. The feral Pokémon was smaller, but his strength was enhanced by the infectious magic that turned him into such. He thrashed the strong male around a bit all while keeping focus on his charge. Like a feral Torus, Lycanroc was bucked this way and that before his grip came lose.
However, not before a stray claw sliced across Lycanroc's chest, leaving two parallel gashes across his chest.
"Augh!" Lycan gasped out briefly and a bit loudly, feeling the wound cover his chest. The red liquid was starting to pour from the sizable cuts, turning his white undershirt a bit to red. He stumbled back a bit, holding his chest to slow down the bloodflow enough. It seems Ly was luckier than he looked. The gash was already clotting and closing fast, he just needed a few seconds to recover…
However, Grovyle only needed a few seconds to prepare his attack. It was not enough spare time to stop him… but it was just enough time for someone else to piss him off. A small welt appeared on the side of his head from where the rock had made contact. His fury was not silent as he snarled at the other two off to the side. The feral minded Pokémon had quickly redirected his aggression and sent his attack straight at the two standing off to the side.
Zorua eyes widened slightly, and for that split moment, he felt his breath hitched in his neck. Though that confidence he found that again thanks to Skitty overpowered his nerves.
"Look out!" He yanked on Eevee's arm lightly, helping her fall back and dodging the Razor Leaves flying over their heads, one stray one flying a bit too low and giving a cut in Zorua's cheek.
"Ah!" Zorua gritted his teeth, though it was more of a scratch compared to the claws that had sliced at Lycanroc's chest. He was quick to recover, especially when Eevee was given the all clear. Zo shook his head quickly, reorienting himself. His eyes noticed the now freeze foot Grovyle, his smirk growing as he yelled out to his teammate, "Good on ya, Skitty!"
Zorua leaned forward, his claws ready to strike. He was looking to give a good scratch back, a trade for the scratch Groyvle gave upon Zo's pretty boy face. Him and Eevee claws at the surprisingly tough skin of Grovyle, the parts of his body converted a lot sturdier than it seemed, making it hard to cut there.
"GRO…GR…GET…OF-," Grovyle broke one of his cold feet free, using it now to kick at the assailants at his waist. Though his feral mind quickly took over again, his arm shining that lead-blade color, preparing to skew the two nuisances.
"G-GROOOOOVYLE!"
Lycanroc eyes widened slightly, still holding his chest and reddening shirt. He grunted, pushing his hands into the gorund down to his wrist. He focused for a second, getting a hold of what he needed, before quickly yanking his hand out of the ground. His fist covered in a rocky shell, almost like a boxing glove. It was his adaptation of Focus Punch, a move he learned from his younger days. He added his stone-abilites, adding a little extra blunt damage to his punch… and using his strength to propelled it fast and hard.
Grovyle had barely anytime to react before the stone encased hand was slammed hard into his head. The grass-type did not even get a cry out before the clothesline of a move knocked him hard, so much that his other foot was freed from the ice. However, it was too little too late for him, as Grovyle had taken too hard if a hit to the head. Lights out as the almost-feral Pokémon fainted, all of these attacks against him being too much and finally exhausting the energy in Grovyle.
Lycanroc was breathing a bit heavy, both from the pain on his chest to exerting so much force at once. The rock crumbled from his hand as he lost focus, falling to the sandy ground as it once was. Though, eventually, he stood up straight, moving over to the knocked out Grovyle. He reached down, picking the mutated man up, but letting out a slight gasp of pain as pressure was put onto his chest wound.
He toughened it out quickly though, glancing at the three, "Good job… That was fairly impressive teamwork…"
"That flank was well timed too," Lycanroc glanced at Skitty as she returned to the team, nodding to the smaller female… and even giving a small smile to her, even if it was just the corners of his mouth tugged up slightly, "Well done… Alright, let's get out of here."
So why was Zorua's claws shaking?
Zo has got into many bar fights throughout his later adolescence into his now young adulthood. He has brawled with men ten times his size, the kind that could probably crush his skull between their two hands, Zo had never felt any fear looking them dead in the eyes. Broken bones, blood pouring like a river, injuries he can still feel pop occasionally to this day, Zorua has endured pain and knew it well.
Yet, now, Zorua felt a tremble in him. He was terrifyingly lost within his own thoughts over what stood in front of him. Zo was too stunned to react and initially do something to help his superior. He only watched with a dumbfounded expression on his face. These ferals… despite what anyone would believe, no amount of alcohol could turn a drunk into this. Savage beasts, brutal, wild Pokémon who knew not of restraint. They only fought with one intention, and that was to kill. Never before has Zorua faced an opponent intentionally looking to deal deadly damage, not before they were kicked out of the establishment.
The male was so uneased in his own thoughts that he almost jumped in fright when Skitty spoke up. Zo quickly closed his agape mouth when control over his body was finally regained. Good thing too that he found himself more conscious in their current situation, as Skitty began to relay a… plan of action. Zo gritted his teeth a bit and his eyes dart back to Grovyle only to glance back down and away. Despite how uniquely extravagant Zo seemed to hold himself, for a Zorua that is, deep down there was that hidden, scared boy. The one that ran away from what he feared. His illusionist skills were blocked from him because he plays the illusion only on himself. Pretending to be an over-confident man…
While Zorua and Eevee had their battle prowess, the two still had their anxious hesitations. It was rather ironic. Eevee seemed to be more timid of the world around her until the last moment, when the danger was at its peak. Zorua was confident in his own step and holds himself to a silver tongue standard, but when the stakes are highest did Zorua find his boldness lost to a bashful nature. It was a rather yin and yang dynamic, but they lacked the proper mesh to keep the team linked and keep the proper balance by their opposite personalities.
The link they desperately needed coming in the form of a pink ball bouncing behind a thoughtful Skitty. The most chipper amongst their rag-tag team seemed she was able to channel all of her deterministic energy into a sure plan. She was able to keep optimistic even in the face of danger, and was able to analyze their situation quickly.
That little crush of hers seemed to have rubbed off some of Lycan's experienced reservations. Skitty understood her limitations, even if she wanted to push their boundaries, and made it clear she understood how her abilities can be put to their most optimal use.
To Zorua, for a moment, he misinterpreted the bravery for stupidity, perhaps even borderline suicidal. It seemed ridiculous to attempt to pursue any form of aggressive action versus Grovyle, such was going to get them killed. Corsola at least was still a puntable coral rodent, Grovyle felt more like the monster in the shrubbery waiting to slaughter those who come too near it, "Are you insane?! This… feral… It's going to kill you!"
Zo was not alone on his objection either as Eevee stammered at the thought of approaching Grovyle. However, Skitty's determination propelled her onward, running toward her optimal positioning. Zo nervously glanced over at Lycanroc, almost as if trying to find guidance despite the fact Lycan was trading attack for attack against the Grovyle.
When Skitty reminded them who they were, the guild prestige they now carried, the dark type felt inclined to move away into the shadowy parts of the cave, to stay out of Lycan's way, but he kept his feet planted upon the sandy floor. Lycan did not forbid them from fighting… no, he encouraged it with his comment about there numbers advantage.
Zorua thought about Skitty's words further, on how Eevee had not wanted to be apart of this and Skitty did not believe she was strong enough to be an explorer. However, this was what Zorua dreamed about. What he wanted to be when he was a kid. How the bullies he called family ridiculed his undisciplined personality and told him he never could become a guild member. That their family and its members were ever to be a circus act...
Perhaps… they were right…
No. Zorua is a guild member. He broken the status quo by fleeing, but now he is doing what no one thought possible of him. Where no one else believed he could… well, almost no one. Despite his clear distaste for Zo, Lycanroc stepped up to be their supervisor. He took them under his mentorship. The man who personally kicked Zo out on multiple occasions still believed in guild member Zorua!
"Skitty is right, Eevee," Zo put on-nay-became that confident smirk he always had, glancing at Eeveen and raising his fist for a small pump, "We need to help her!"
Lycanroc glances as Skitty ran off, looking to see what she would do for her first test,, which brought its attention on her. Lycan realized this, feeling a drop in his stomach and forbading proper techniques for grappling Grovyle from channeling his razor leaf. Grovyle retaliated with a stray claw across Lycrnoc's chest, causing two parallel gashes to ooze out his blood, but this bought enough time for the other two to get the feral's attention
Lycan was taking slow breaths, which were a bit audible as he faced parallel to Grovyle. Despite how slow they were, they were akin to pants for the rock-type. It had been quite a bit since he battled. His fit body was given by steady lifting of supplies throughout the day in recent years, not accustomed to extensive, elongated fights anymore… hm, his brother would be a little disappointed and teasing of such…
Though family was on the last of his mind as another leaf blade was barely deflected on its flat side, Lycan folding his ears back to narrowed glide below the slash. Lycan than used that momentum to kick Grovyle back, putting that distanced between Lycanroc and those sharp claws and blade.
For a second, Lycan started to feel a bit of abandonment, wondering if his team would help. Perhaps this was a bit much to ask for their first mission, especially since it was suppose to be just an reconnaissance assignment. Though, the male's light blue gaze picked up on the movement of Skitty. His tail flicked slightly, perked in wonder of what Skitty planned to do. She obviously was not running for the exit, so a bit of hope was in Lycanroc's mind… only for it to stumble as he realized he was not the only one looking at her.
Grovyle caught the fast movement out of the corner of his eyes after he recovered from the push back. His yellow piercing eyes tracked the pink girl as she rounded closer to Grovyle. The feral Pokémon snarled, his fanged teeth gnashing a bit as he turned more towards Skitty, "GROVYLE!"
Lycanroc's eyes widened, that sound known well on his ears. The feral Pokémon preparing a strong attack. Lycan was no where near the wall to stop him, and if he had tried such attack as he did Corsola, he would likely kill the feral they were trying to capture. The green energy started to orbit around Grovyle, the grass-type preparing a Razor Leaf attack as the green lights morphed into sharp, high velocity leaves. Lycanroc gritted his teeth, a small panic in his mind as he felt his greatest fear clawing at his legs, one that had cause hesitation in his supervisor mmentaliy… if he did not do something… he would lose a…
"No you don't! You are not harming her!"
Lycanroc broke free of the demons shackling his legs. He lunged forward, taking a few strides before grappling Grovyle from behind and growling as they collided. Lycan forbade proper technique, simply trying to stop Grovyle from unleashing his attack. He grabbed whatever he could, an arm and a shoulder, trying to only throw his weight into the tackled Grovyle. The feral Pokémon was smaller, but his strength was enhanced by the infectious magic that turned him into such. He thrashed the strong male around a bit all while keeping focus on his charge. Like a feral Torus, Lycanroc was bucked this way and that before his grip came lose.
However, not before a stray claw sliced across Lycanroc's chest, leaving two parallel gashes across his chest.
"Augh!" Lycan gasped out briefly and a bit loudly, feeling the wound cover his chest. The red liquid was starting to pour from the sizable cuts, turning his white undershirt a bit to red. He stumbled back a bit, holding his chest to slow down the bloodflow enough. It seems Ly was luckier than he looked. The gash was already clotting and closing fast, he just needed a few seconds to recover…
However, Grovyle only needed a few seconds to prepare his attack. It was not enough spare time to stop him… but it was just enough time for someone else to piss him off. A small welt appeared on the side of his head from where the rock had made contact. His fury was not silent as he snarled at the other two off to the side. The feral minded Pokémon had quickly redirected his aggression and sent his attack straight at the two standing off to the side.
Zorua eyes widened slightly, and for that split moment, he felt his breath hitched in his neck. Though that confidence he found that again thanks to Skitty overpowered his nerves.
"Look out!" He yanked on Eevee's arm lightly, helping her fall back and dodging the Razor Leaves flying over their heads, one stray one flying a bit too low and giving a cut in Zorua's cheek.
"Ah!" Zorua gritted his teeth, though it was more of a scratch compared to the claws that had sliced at Lycanroc's chest. He was quick to recover, especially when Eevee was given the all clear. Zo shook his head quickly, reorienting himself. His eyes noticed the now freeze foot Grovyle, his smirk growing as he yelled out to his teammate, "Good on ya, Skitty!"
Zorua leaned forward, his claws ready to strike. He was looking to give a good scratch back, a trade for the scratch Groyvle gave upon Zo's pretty boy face. Him and Eevee claws at the surprisingly tough skin of Grovyle, the parts of his body converted a lot sturdier than it seemed, making it hard to cut there.
"GRO…GR…GET…OF-," Grovyle broke one of his cold feet free, using it now to kick at the assailants at his waist. Though his feral mind quickly took over again, his arm shining that lead-blade color, preparing to skew the two nuisances.
"G-GROOOOOVYLE!"
Lycanroc eyes widened slightly, still holding his chest and reddening shirt. He grunted, pushing his hands into the gorund down to his wrist. He focused for a second, getting a hold of what he needed, before quickly yanking his hand out of the ground. His fist covered in a rocky shell, almost like a boxing glove. It was his adaptation of Focus Punch, a move he learned from his younger days. He added his stone-abilites, adding a little extra blunt damage to his punch… and using his strength to propelled it fast and hard.
Grovyle had barely anytime to react before the stone encased hand was slammed hard into his head. The grass-type did not even get a cry out before the clothesline of a move knocked him hard, so much that his other foot was freed from the ice. However, it was too little too late for him, as Grovyle had taken too hard if a hit to the head. Lights out as the almost-feral Pokémon fainted, all of these attacks against him being too much and finally exhausting the energy in Grovyle.
Lycanroc was breathing a bit heavy, both from the pain on his chest to exerting so much force at once. The rock crumbled from his hand as he lost focus, falling to the sandy ground as it once was. Though, eventually, he stood up straight, moving over to the knocked out Grovyle. He reached down, picking the mutated man up, but letting out a slight gasp of pain as pressure was put onto his chest wound.
He toughened it out quickly though, glancing at the three, "Good job… That was fairly impressive teamwork…"
"That flank was well timed too," Lycanroc glanced at Skitty as she returned to the team, nodding to the smaller female… and even giving a small smile to her, even if it was just the corners of his mouth tugged up slightly, "Well done… Alright, let's get out of here."
(More DLC to be determined...)
My Story Prompts (and cravings)
Alright alright, now time for the good stuff~ These are some of my story prompts and some things I am craving to do, and will change as I come up with ideas. However, I am more than open to any ideas you come up with! So feel free to message me with your idea and we can discuss the details! As an extra note, please message me some details about yourself and the type of rp you are looking to do. I expect more than just a "Hi how are you" type of message.Dragons |
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As my name might suggest, I am always a sucker for any kind of dragon play. I have an absolute obsession with any sort of winged, scaled creature. The dragon itself does not even need to be my main chracter, however, I would very much enjoy alot of time as the dragon. Whether it is a world of feral, anthro, halflings, or DragonxTrainer, I absolutey adore all kinds of dragon rp. I can never get enough of any kind of dragon rp. So if you have an equal craving, please let me know! |
Mafia Boss and the Drifter From Another World |
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I am looking to play a brutal mafia boss against a drifter chracter who got magically, or scientifcally, transported to his world. He takes a liking to this drifter and takes the character under their protection, who is not use to the violence and corruption he undertakes, but is well-treated and cared for by both the boss himself and his underlings. Ideally, MC is not the same species as YC, to further show how different of a world YC is in. |
It's a College Life for Us |
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| This is a more slice of life story where MC and YC are college students. The college itself can be a real-world college, or a fantasy-magic academy, but I am not looking to do some grand adventure. I am more interested in writing fun, romantic scenes between two characters, and the hijinks they may endure. One is into sports? One like nerding all day? They both do?? They both neither?? A bit of an open concept, but I think the setting is there. |
Wild Hunting |
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The wilds is a dangerous place. To survive, we must hunt. To survive, we must kill. To survive, we must murder. With no structure, with no civilization, there are no laws, there are no unified morals. We can hunt the mutated, wild game. We can kill tresspassers and ones looking to steal our food. Or... we can murder to take it ourselves. |
Lord of all things Elden |
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Set in a gloomy landscape, our characters are attempting to become lords of the land by battling tough enemies that control sections of the world. This world is unforgiving. This world is brutal. Despair is at every corner, but our characters' souls must pove better and overcome adversity to claim themslves as ruiling lords of this land. (Theme heavily inspired by From Software games) |
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