[myrwild]

indie, multi-muses roleplay blog, written and tarnished by myra (she/her 28, gmt). begging for long-term partners. any length, any genre. smut and dark themes sometimes present on this blog. work with beta.

rules - muses [not up to date] - wanted plot - open starters

[myrwild]

got an old plot I'm dying to revive! hear me out:

muse A (that's me) followed her boyfriend to a new city for his job. thankfully an old friend of his agreed to let them rent out the remaining room in his apartment until they get on their feet. muse B (that'd be you) is a tattoo artist by day, lead singer of the local band by night. he loves his freedom, his music, his women and his alcohol, in that order. muse B thinks that muse A is nothing but another boring good girl dressed in all-beige, waiting for the golden boy to propose so they can live the white picket fence life through and through. but she's not who she seems and neither is her relationship with her boyfriend. when he's called out on business trips more and more often, leaving muse A to share an apartment alone with muse B, it slowly starts to unravel. she starts working at his favorite bar and at first he doesn't even recognizes her. she's so... different. looks, attitude, all of it. this starts the slow insidious relationship between them, going from a mild distaste they share for one another, to an ambiguous friendship that seems too electric to everyone else but them and, ultimately, to an all-consuming, possessive romance.

(TW, there would obviously be some mild cheating involved, although I have plans to make the bf not as shiny and nice as he appears, to soften the blow. and eventually they would obviously break-up as well. I'm also hoping for something leaning toward the darker side, a little bit, so substance abuse, violence, obsessive/possessive behavior, etc are all to be expected, based on both our comfort levels!)

I'm looking for someone that's mid to high activity, literate, multi paragraphs, and would rp on discord. Bonus point for gmt (and adjacent) people, but I'm not picky. Rules are in pinned, but I'm currently mainly begging for someone to let me play this plot which, obviously, involves me playing f in mxf. (I'm well aware of the stigma surrounding that pairing on here, but it's what I feel like and am comfortable with at the moment and honestly that matters more to me and my enjoyment than trying to please whatever social norms and supposed faux-pas tumblr roleplayers have decided to be angry at today). I'm also very big on OOC, so I'm hoping for a partner that can give me the same amount of energy and excitement both in the plot and the planning/OOC-ing.

HEART THIS OR DM ME IF INTERESTED ♡

[myrwild]

Here again looking for mid to high activity, literate, multi paragraphs, discord rp partners. Bonus point for gmt (and adjacent) people, but I'm no picky. Rules in pinned, but I'm currently mainly begging for someone to let me play f in mxf, with an equal amount of energy and excitement for the writing part & the ooc part. Love me a good enemies or rivals to lovers, open to anything light or dark themes, yadiyada. pleeease ♡

[myrwild]

well... I haven't been on here in a hot second, have I? who's still alive? anyway, missed y'all, missed rp... I've been gone so long I wanna start over with a clean slate so anyone I had loooong overdue threads with can assume they're closed unless you interact to start them again / start a new one! c'mon, give your girl some love. (and yes, my preference still lies in playing females in mxf unless it's really worth my while) but hey HELLO AGAIN BITCHES!

[myrwild]

so.. who wants to write with me over on discord? lots of pressure lately so i'm looking for something to take the edge off, active partners (tho no pressure, life is busy) and people who get excited over headcanons only, please! 21+ (preferably 25+ as I'm 27) and comfortable with darker themes and smut.

looking to play a female muse in a mxf (or a mumu) for various plots at our discretion! (don't gimme that stink eye, this is my comfort zone and rn i need something comfortable) kinda feelings stuff like:

- stalker who realizes the person he started to stalk might be as obsessive a stalker as him. aka stalker x stalker kinda vibes. - serial killer x serial killer? anyone read Butcher & Blackbird around here? - some kind of low urban fantasy dark romance plot, maybe with a werewolf or other animalistic-adjacent creature. lots of tension, possessivity, obsession and or jealousy. + smut. lots of smut. - musical plot with two celebrities (musicians & dancers) or would be celebrities forced to partner up for a project and who start to get shipped by fans even though they semi-openly hate each other. bonus point if they used to date in their teenage years and see each other again after years of resentment because angst and drama.

[spuffygifs]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | S6E13: Dead Things

[daniellecampbell]

[myrwild]

listen to me closely, tumblr. i need - and i cannot stress enough: need - some very simple, very specific things to rp against (as a f. muse, most likely). 1. a rockstar and/or tattoo artist ross lynch - when did that man get the nerve to get so hot since his disney days and why was I not notified. 2. a jeff satur in his blue hair era (or anything resembling that level of scrumptiously unhinged vibe) for a stalker/crime plot, real toxic and obsessive and SEXY. 3. for those who know love & deepspace... a sylus-coded character for the most tension-filled, sexy, dangerous enemies-to-lovers to ever enemied-to-lovered. ♡ this or, even better, dm me if you wanna deliver!

[myrwild]

i'm desperate for a new long-term discord partner, that has a fair amount of free time - at least to chat if not to rp - enjoys ooc a lot, headcanons, playlists and all that. someone i can be good friends with, cause i definitely need that. rp-wise, i wanna play f in a mxf to begin with. i'll broaden my range or turn our current plot in a mumu if the vibe is good, but due to bad experiences and too many ghosting, i'd rather start in my comfort zone and expand afterwards. i'm very active, i love a lot of tropes and genre like enemies or rivals to lovers, forced proximity, dark romance, crime, most things you can think of i'll be down for! i'm a lot of fun - most of the time - and i'm always down to hype our ships, or you when needed! please like this or DM me if you actually plan on starting something and not ignore me after two messages or ghost the rp without saying anything first! thanks ♡

[trackmind]

a Concept™: you and your partner make a pinterest board and each pins something after the other until you’ve reached a certain number (be it 20, 30, idk). at that, you stop and make up a plot/au from the things you two gathered. 

p.s.: you can’t/shouldn’t discuss your ideas before you reach that number though, or it kinda kills the purpose behind it. the more pins you manage to include or base the plot/au out of the better !! 

[myrwild]

well hello roleplay peeps, it's been a while. this girl desperately needs distraction and entertainment so here i am asking for new long-term, very ooc friendly, ship-obsessed, at least somewhat regularly active new writing partners on discord. itching to play f in a mxf (can definitely turn into a mumu with various pairings and dynamics down the line). enemies-to-lovers, summer camp vibes (horror slasher type or just regular camp drama), angst, involuntary partners in crime, creepy plots (hill house style), stalker romance, celebrity, rivalry, supernatural, yadiyada. like this or DM me if you're interested! ♡

[vileintcnt]

for @myrwild | | olivia and sid | | thread count : one

"Y'know, I'm starting to get the feeling you don't like me." His smirk was riddled with sleaze, brow cocking as a gaze bold as brass acquisitioned a response from his new 'roomie'. Of course, he couldn't see why anyone would have a problem with him, and maybe Olivia's unwillingness to fall prey to his usual charming personality, albeit a bit audacious, had given him a smidge of a complex. So, this bright and early morning, he decided to make peace.

[martieshub]

For reasons he couldn't quite explain to himself, if there was one thing he loved was to rile people up. Work was where he could push and get results but in his personal life—specifically with his ex who he still harboured a mess of feelings for, that was like setting fire to an already burning ember. Some days it was nostalgia for a life pre agency, a life where his only worry was where to take Aylin on their off course adventures and other days was deep rooted ire aimed at her however misplaced that was given he was the one who broke contact first. But, what he once thought would be easy for her to decipher and read between the lines, like they had their own language quickly turned to fury. Fury at her for not seeing through the bullshit and fury at himself for letting her become the one who got away.

However, he was stubborn as fuck and even if reason told him he was the one in the wrong, that still didn't stop him from going full speed at her as if this room didn't already have enough tension hanging from the ceiling. The case was about to be placed aside since he couldn't help himself and feeling the barely there jabs, he had no choice but to do it right then. “That's fresh coming from you. ” no one could get under his skin like she did. To this day she was still the one who did so so precisely. It boggled his mind. “I never would have pegged you as someone who'd undermine my work. You know, kind of silly of me to think that. Guess I didn't really know you as well as I thought I had. ” opening that can of worms it was then. Wally straightened up as he leaned over the chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and collar slightly opened, he never did like having the buttons go all the way.

In his eyes hurt were visible making his green eyes flash with something he had long thought he buried inside along with the memory of her. He had seen her angry a few times as kids and though they weren't aimed at him, seeing her like that had given him another reason to fall in love with her. It was silly to think back and picture that elusive future he had dreamed of and flash forward to the present where she stood right there in front of him and this was how he was choosing to start their conversation. Of all the scenarios he'd worked through in the years since, this one was dead last. “You know, it's funny you think working with you would be my worst nightmare.” A dry chuckle escaped him as he shook his head and ended up taking his seat, slightly rolling back into it. “when in reality that was when you vanished from the surface of the earth. ”

[myrwild]

Every word from him was like a dagger through the heart. She could hear the voice she had loved so much under the more mature tone that had been added to it, the way his tongue would roll on certain words, his inflexion on some syllables. Those things hadn't changed and she hated that it had been committed to her memory, so ingrained in her psyche that she could notice those details even after all those years. His voice paired with the words he was throwing at her were making her more hurt, more angry than she had already been by sampling seeing him again, just sitting there. How dared he be the one saying those things to her, as if he was guilty of nothing, as if she had been the ultimate bad guy in this story and - apparently - still was. ❝ It's hard to know someone when you're never there. ❞ she spat, with all the resentment brought by years upon years of remembering how absent he had gradually become until there was barely anything left of their relationship, until it was hard to even call it a relationship at all. ❝ And it would be bold - and stupid - of you to assume that the lonely, naive teenager you knew is anything like the adult that I became. One that knows better. ❞ she added, with bite in her voice. She knew his face, even with all the changes, knew every expression of his, she had studied and learnt every part of him for a long time before things crumbled. She could swear hurt was dancing in his eyes, the same hurt that she was trying to hide from hers. She didn't want to stop and consider that though, didn't want to give him grace, to give him the benefit of the doubt when she had been so angry for so long, when he had been nowhere at a time where she needed him the most, when everything had crumbled around her and their relationship had been one of those things. From the corner of her eye she could vaguely see heads popping from the doorframe, curious coworkers probably entranced by the sight of Wally in a verbal fight with the 'new consultant', wondering who she was and what had gone on to create this kind of friction after a few minutes of them meeting. She could easily assume that Wally was very different in his every day life than he was at this very moment. She seldom gave the curious onlookers any thoughts however. ❝ Trust me Wal', my nightmares still very much include you.. ❞ she answered bitterly. She wouldn't add, though, that more often than not, her nightmares simply made her relive those days, forced her into scenarios where he would tell her he never loved her, offered her the official breakup she never had. The collar of his shirt was slightly up, out of place. As if her body had never forgotten gestures that, once, had been such natural habits, she reached her hand and gently tucked his collar back in place, like she had done a million-and-one times when they were young. The hurt and melancholy in her eyes, at that moment, was unmistakable. ❝ I just want to do my job, and then you never have to see me again, just like you want. ❞ she sighed, taking a step back and crossing her arms to stop her hands from moving on their own again.

[dumexes-deactivated20240413]

tan had been in and out the prison system since he was a teenager so he wasn't new to community service. he had done a lot of different tasks over the years but helping on an archaeological dig was new. he wasn't sure what it would involve but anything had to better then picking up trash off the side of the road. he listen to the women talk, gazing briefly over at another man who if you looked up the definition of geek in a directory, you would find his picture next to it. he could tell that the women didn't want to have to involve herself with the likes of him. despite her being attractive, the vibe she was giving him about not being pleased to have to involve criminals in her work, was making him annoyed.

he was pleased that he had been assigned to her group. tan felt it could be more entertaining then being stuck with professor nutty. "so, how much do you THINK things around here are worth then? i've heard some of the stuff you find can be worth like thousands of pounds. though," he shrugged his shoulders, a small smirk laced his lips."i've been known to get MORE for things then they are worth." he kicked a small stone that he spotted by the edge of his boot. "are you mrs fawlke? because if you are, he is one LUCKY fella., if you don't mind me saying."

[myrwild]

marlowe had been walking in determined strides towards the spot where she was planning to have her new 'recruits' spend the day, but listening to one of them, she stopped and turned around. she appraised him like she would a mysterious artefact, her eyes gliding from the top of his head to the tip of his shoes and back up before settling on his face with a slightly raised eyebrow, her mouth in a line. she had been told more than once that her way of looking at people, staring at them, was disturbing and made the objects of her attention more uncomfortable than anything. she didn't care though, she had a keen eye for mysteries and people were often the biggest one to solve. this one, for example, was trying to make her tick and he - she had to begrudgingly admit - wasn't half-bad at it. she didn't dislike criminals, or at least she didn't despise them, not in the way that most people did and definitely not in the way the man sizing her up seemed to think. any person with half an interest in her field of work knew that some of the best finds had been brought back to museums by men society had labelled as scoundrels. the pull of mystery-solving and discoveries grander than oneself could often be stronger than the pull for money, and when it all converged into one same interest, it was bound to bring some not-so-moral people to the forefront of the search effort. and as an archeologist, she knew better than most that diamonds in the rough could be hiding in the most putrid-smelling puddles of dirt. an answer on the tip of her tongue, she watched the small rock topple away from his boot, pupils following its trajectory when she heard his last question and couldn't help the small snort - pure mix of shock that the question could even be asked and amusement at how ridiculous the claim sounded - from escaping her. ❝ no. ❞ she simply stated, her eyes drifting back to his face, raising her eyebrow higher, one corner of her mouth ever so slightly tilting up. she had to admit it felt... strange, to be complimented the way he did, even if it had only been to throw her off or annoy her. the only men she had been in close contact with for a while now had been colleagues. half of them were too intimidated by her to even see her as a woman and the other had been hell-bent on discrediting her for the simple fact that nothing was dangling between her legs and so she couldn't realistically be as qualified as them. having a man talk to her as an attractive woman first felt somehow foreign after all this time. not that she'd give it any deep thoughts, she could see what little game he was playing. ❝ I'm doctor adler, but marlowe will do. ❞ she nodded towards the other man in her group. she hated being called by her title, it sounded pompous and always irked her that it was somehow the norm to use 'doctor' or 'professor' while addressing anyone owning a doctorate or phD of any kind. ❝ as for your question, mister...? ❞ her tone was questioning, but she continued before he could answer. ❝ with the right buyers on the black market, some of our finds can go in the millions. with your normal buyers.. well I would expect you to make a good 30 if it's shiny, otherwise you'd probably manage to sell some centuries-old artefact for 5 bucks as a paper weight. ❞ she smirked, her eyes finding his, before turning on her heels gracefully and continuing her walk towards her work station, her new recruits in toe.

[myrwild]

ugh, sorry I left my draft to rot for a few days, I'm finally starting to tackle them! so if I owe you a reply and/or a starter and you don't have it by the end of the day, like this or DM me to remind me or kick my ass!

[myrwild]

been lowkey sick all day so i've been resting and reading all day and now knee-deep in a true crime documentary... I'll try making a dent in my drafts before bed but if I don't, I swear you'll get your reply tomorrow, I'm sorry .-.

[martieshub]

He'd be a liar if he didn't acknowledge the fact her voice had sounded the same to his ears even if it was now colored with a hard edge. To think of moments his mind would conjure up of their reunion and how it'd play out differently, maybe they'd run into each others arms, kiss like there was no tomorrow, finally get to that sunset moment and apologize profusely for letting her go. Maybe even explain why it was needed to be done. But he knew as soon as he dared glance up briefly that there was no chance of that, it was a fantasy; cruel in a way he could never have prepared himself for.

It would be easy for anger and bitterness to get triggered on days like today. Hearing the words spill out of her mouth. So easy to get swept into that pattern and let that wave take its course, destroying everything in its path. In turn making it impossible to reach common ground. But, if anything he was stubborn; a trait well learned from his mother. Instead Wally stared. Stared with intent at the woman who'd simultaneously held and shattered his heart. He could very well play the victim in all this but that would be a cop out. There was no amount of apologies that could cover and patch up the damage done and even he did try, there was no way that she'd believe what was done was to protect her.

He supposed being painted as the villain was easier for everyone involve. Though there was no doubt that he was to blame. He left her and what was worse he left without an explanation, one she deserved more than the one she got. His disappearance act did nothing but burn that proverbial bridge. Not that he ever anticipated running into her again, let alone back in their town and working the same case. He looked anywhere but at her, instantly knowing that if he did, there would be no turning back. Seeing her would open up age old wounds and his mistakes would clearly flash before his eyes. How could he ever leave her? The question had been asked over and over throughout the years and still hadn't found an answer. He wanted to talk to her alone for a moment but before there was any chance to think, he spoke. "Give us a minute." Voice was hard, determined, commanding. All things that showed he wasn't kidding.

Taking a slow breath he paced around for a second. "Aylin." Even the sound of her name on his tongue sounded so formal in a way that hadn't happened before. How could their shared life together come down to being once strangers. It was hopeless to think anything he'd say would not make this worse. But he had to try to diffuse the situation. The job couldn't be done if they were at each other's throats. They got the best of the best and it seemed like for the sake of the case they need to work together. Kicking and screaming would have to do. Still as he gathered the courage up to finally lock eyes with her. "I'm—" sorry? I was an asshole? I never meant to break your heart? Things he wanted to say but couldn't but still his voice softened for a bit. "That's not fair." Again, he was one to talk about fairness. "Kinda hard not to be in your way since we'd have to share information. But as you wish." That clearly hadn't changed, doing whatever she wanted just to make her happy. "I can request someone else take my place." He'd rather not do that given that he now had her and didn't want to let her go. An oxymoron he thought.

[myrwild]

For a second Aylin had forgotten someone else was present in the room, seeing him again had thrown her entire system into shock, her whole consciousness narrowed singularly on him. He was all she could see, hear or think about, not so differently from how things had been for the first few years after they parted ways. But she was grateful when Wally sent the other officer away, she would've hated making a name for herself as a maniacal and scorned ex-lover before she even had a chance to show her skills. She almost physically shivered at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue, fighting every fibre of her being not to close her eyes and enjoy the sound without drowning in the nostalgia of it, the flood of memories associated with that exact word in his mouth. Fortunately for her he spoke again before her composure had time to crumble and fall, before that mask of indifference that had taken years to carefully craft could just vanish to show the heartbroken, lonely girl she had never really stopped being deep down. At his words she clenched the tip of her tongue between her teeth softly. She hated how calm he was, how accommodating. In some twisted way, she wanted him to shout, to fight, to hurt like she did, just to prove to herself she hadn't been the only one who hadn't forgotten a second of their past, that she still mattered even if it was in all the wrong ways now. But he didn't, of course not. He smoothly talked, offering her a replacement, as pragmatic and understanding as he had always been and it only made her angrier, made her want to press all his buttons until he snapped, until he had any reaction other than this professional facade. But he was right to be professional, it was about work, about the victims and the retribution they deserved, not about her silly broken heart. And so she swallowed all the shouts, the insults and the few tears that she knew were fighting to get out, composed herself mentally in half a second and slightly shook her head. ❝ I was promised the best officer on this case. Seems like it's you. ❞ she offered, though admitting it hurt like needles pricking at her tongue over and over. And yet, deep down, she still felt a sense of pride that he had achieved such a status. Not that it was her place to be proud of him anymore, let alone want to be. ❝ What matters is getting justice for the victims and catching the sick son of a bitch. ❞ she conceded with a serious look. If one thing angered her more than the man in front of her and the past they both shared, it was thinking about the psychotic killer on the loose and the horrible things he had forced so many poor souls to endure until now. ❝ For that, I'm willing to suck it up, if you're capable of doing the same. ❞