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Rules

≫ I myself am 21, so I would prefer we be around the same age. 18+ is my hard rule. I can do NSFW rps, and in general I want to include darker themes like angst but nothing too horrific as I am. sensitive. But yeah smut and such are alright if they come about naturally.≫ In terms of response time, I work/attend classes, but I’ll try to respond quickly when I’m online. Please be patient with me and I’ll be patient with you :)≫ I write and write and write sometimes. I just love being able to put my own style into my rps! But honestly, as long as you’re above a one-liner, I’ll mirror your length to make things easier.≫ All my rps usually contain romance, but my favorite part about romance is the DRAMA of it all, so aspects from other genres like horror or action may be included. I enjoy diving deep into a character’s psyche while also holding hands uwu≫ I have specific ships I’m looking for, but we can plan out a plot together! Or if you have an idea, I’d love to hear some suggestions. It’s fun to bounce ideas back and forth.≫ Just a personal preference but I only rp in the third person. It helps me better keep track of characters and follow the story. I also prefer the past tense! And I’m partial to Discord, I can even use tuppers :3

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Characters & Ships

The organization for this section will be:Fandom
≫ Character I play
---≫ Ships
• Specific portrayals

Hellaverse (Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss)
≫ Vox
---≫ Staticmoth
---≫ Staticradio/Radiosilence
≫ (Sinner!)Adam
---≫ Guitarduck
---≫ x any canon tbh
≫ Lucifer
---≫ Radioapple
≫ Saint Peter
---≫ Guitargate
≫ Vox’s Assistant (Papermint)
---≫ Staticeel
---≫ other v employees
≫ BTB Guy
---≫ BTB Guy x Stolas
≫ Fizz
---≫ FizzmodeousStar Trek
≫ Bradward Boimler
---≫ Spoimler
---≫ JackwardDC
≫ Edward Nashton
---≫ Riddlebat
• Arkhamverse
• Batman Unburied
• Reevesverse
---≫ Riddlebird
• Gothamverse
• Reevesverse
---≫ Riddlecrow
• Arkhamverse
• Reevesverse/TDK Trilogy
---≫ Riddlejokes
• Reevesverse
≫ Vigilante
---≫ Vigilmaker
• DCEU
≫ Polka-Dot Man
---≫ (any canon mlm)
• DCEUSuccession
≫ Gregory Hirsch
---≫ Tomgreg
≫ Connor Roy
---≫ ConWilla

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Examples

≫ (pov sinner!adam. circa april 2024.)For once in his life, instead of reverting back to his playboy demeanor and slipping back on the mask with ease, something was off enough to make that facade snap. He tensed when she touched up, still not totally used to feeling things up there. His horns… he wanted to take them off. Slip them from his head like a cheap plastic headband from the Halloween store. But they were a part of him here, and the sensations proved it, which only made him feel worse. Why? Why?He flinched slightly when she took his hands at first, like she was burning hot to the touch and had hurt him with the gentle gesture. God, Adam. Get a fucking grip. You’re better than this-He’s…He’s better than this.He’s the fucking first man.Oh fuck.Adam barely heard what Mimzy said over the rush of blood in his ears, a shiver going down his entire form again as more slivers of memory hit him. They stuck to his skin like shards of glass, and made him dizzy. He was Adam. He wasn’t- He wasn’t a fucking sinner. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t-Outwardly, at least, Adam tried to remain cool. But his chest rose and fell with a little more panic than before. He wasn’t a crier. Obviously. He couldn’t be. He was the epitome of toxic masculinity and ego fragility. He’d never cried in front of anyone. Besides… when Abel-No. Stop remembering-“I…” he tried to get his words out, his tongue feeling dry, the fork of it not sitting right in his mouth and making him grimace.“…I shouldn’t be here.”

≫ (pov riddler. circa april 2022.)Even if he hated himself for it, Edward found that he was still pretty much speechless when the Batman finally approached him.Maybe he was dreaming, or hallucinating, or anything that would explain how this couldn’t really be happening. He didn’t even flinch when he grabbed onto him so harshly, only giving a small gasp. He’d never actually thought he would go toe to toe with the man, as he knew he would be no match considering the sheer strength of the vigilante.Clearly, he was right, as it was all too easy to subdue him after that. He winced when his front hit the wall, though honestly the pain didn’t even bother him after the initial blow. Either he was used to it, or some sick part of him was just glad to know the other still thought of him enough to drive him to violence.He could practically hear the joker’s laughter in his head at such a thought. Pathetic.Once he was handcuffed, he didn’t even delay in following the other, as he quickly surmised this might be his only way of getting out of Arkham, even if it was right into the hands of the enemy. Literally, if you thought about it. Edward had to rewind the short and unhelpful conversation in his head, taking pause at the wording. His place? What was that supposed to mean?He stared at the motorcycle for a moment, hesitant, before he boarded after him. Balking at the prospect of being roadkill, his cuffed hands scrambled to hold onto the other’s cape and back like a scared cat. He’d never ridden anything like this before- he was a DoorDash driver for a time, but even then he’d never touched a motorcycle. Just old cars. None of them went this fast or felt so dangerous.He realized he should probably be paying attention to where they were going, though his heart was beating so hard he wondered if the bat could hear it, making him a little more than distracted. He finally came back to attention when spoken to again, and a pit formed in his stomach.”I had my suspicions.”

≫ (pov boimler. circa october 2023.)Why would they be upset with him showing Spock the turbolift? That doesn’t make any se-OH MY GOD.Boimler froze like a statue, literally unable to breath for a solid second as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks, or an anvil like the old Earth cartoons he’d studied in history class. They knew. How did they know? Mariner wouldn’t have told them. She had been trying to protect him from the public shaming- So how would-He had a sudden, very unfortunate flashback to the second room he’d tried out when he was promoted, and the thin walls. And… Shaxs and Dr. T’Ana….He heard everything back then. And if the whole ship was like that….Why were the upper deck rooms not soundproofed?!??? Ransom lives there!!! You’d think he would have advocated otherwise!Speaking of Ransom, Boimler made the mistake of making eye contact with the First Officer once he’d managed to move his body again, and seeing the expression on his face didn’t help in the slightest. It actually provoked a Boimler-patented whimper at the way he was so aghast.Once the Captain gave out her orders, Brad quickly shuffled over to his console and began working, his face red and his posture stiff. This was not what he wanted to be remembered for. Should he apologize? Who would he be apologizing to- The Captain? The whole ship?! Had the whole ship heard them?!Ok. Deep breath. You’re supposed to be making sure this ship doesn’t explode. Having sex with a time traveler and then crashing the ship is not a good look.So he pointedly avoided looking at anything except for his screen, internally shrieking.He looked over at Mariner after a moment, though, and mouthed a small ‘sorry’ as he knew she was the first person he should be considering here.

≫ (pov cousin greg. circa january 2022.)Greg had been a bundle of nerves as it was, having had to freshen up in a shared bathroom and feeling oddly pressured to look his best. He chalked it up once again to him wanting to impress his boss, for the good of his job, but there was always a little uncertainty lingering in that explanation. It didn’t sit right. But considering he was sure he was going to be late to their meeting, he didn’t have time to dwell on it even if he wanted to. He took the train down the rail to the part of the city where most pretentious clubs were, still finding himself visibly ogling at how fancy everything was. It was kind of sad, as he knew his cousins would think less of him if they saw how awed he was by a simple street of tall buildings.When he entered, he immediately began scanning the crowd around him. He looked for a more secluded area, where he felt like Tom might have picked, though he ended up not spotting him until his voice rang in his ears. It made his heart skip a beat, in a mix of excitement and the usual terror.He looked kind of like a newborn deer, making his way through the crowd on those long and uncoordinated legs. He apologized to everyone he bumped into of course, earning quite a few judgmental looks from the crowd of elites that he could feel thought they were better than him. They were all around his age, maybe a little younger, but he couldn’t feel anymore disconnected. They all seemed so confident, and sure of themselves, and immersed in this culture of money and fast fashion that he barely understood with how late he got into the game. So it was a relief to finally make his way over to Tom, before he started “razzing” him all over again.His eyes widened, impossibly, and he immediately went into damage control mode as he put his hands up to defend himself both physically and metaphorically, “No, no I mean- It’s not like I mean to be late! There was this guy on the car in front of us that had a knife? I think? A-And they had to stop the train f-“He registered that he was joking and fell back into his nervous, cringey smile, stopping his rant short out of embarrassment, “O-Oh. Yeah. Ok!”The tone of voice was oddly comforting, to be honest, and he ducked his head a little as he slowly calmed back down. He took a glance at his watch and realized he wasn’t late at all, rolling his eyes slightly in amusement.He went to take a seat, his legs bent so he could loop them around the legs of the stool to actually get comfortable. Though when he was spoken to again, he panicked a little internally. This felt like a test. One he was not going to pass. Tom had much more refined tastes than him, and he knew whatever he said would get him ragged on. So he hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Tom almost for some kind of reassurance, before he spoke to the bartender as loud as he could over the music.“Uh- I’ll have what he’s having? Drinking? -Is it just drinks here? Do you guys maybe have… meals, or something?” He added on the last part as a hopeful attempt to get some actual nutrition into his body besides those break room cookies.

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