BDTIGER
Discord: dizzydeci
RP Maturity Range: SFW/NSFW/NSFWE. I'll accept anything, though I generally don't tend towards exclusively smut-focused RP.
Dynamic: Character-dependent, no strong preference
Post Length: Generally at least three paragraphs -- I can go under for more rapid-pace RPs, but I'm comfortable in the 3-5 range unless I'm having a brain fog episode. Can go longer, especially when making scene transitions or descriptions.
Kinks/No's: I do not have strong kinks or limits, which I know sounds like a bit of a cop-out but it's true. My biggest limit is full objectification, turning one partner into a literal object, but I'm open to most other kinks. I do have specific kinks for specific characters that I think are fun.
I'm generally a plot-heavy RPer, I enjoy worldbuilding and character-smooshing. I really, really enjoy creating weird and fun AUs, and would love to just chat and create, even without an RP. Just making the foundation is fun for me, though this often means I get bogged down in the weeds so sometimes I need to just get into gear to do the RP without twisting off into ten thousand different worlds.
Fandoms: Currently I'm most invested in the Hellaverse, though my interest does tend to wander. I'm decently competent in the following fandoms (non-exclusive), though my interest level ebbs and flows with the tides of my ADHD. Fandoms I'm currently active in will be bolded.
Greek mythology/The Epic Cycle (Iliad, Odyssey, etc.)
Christian/Abrahamic mythology
Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel
Hades (game)
Homestuck
Overwatch
Steven Universe
O.K. K.O.! Let's Be Heroes!
Ouran High School Host Club
Marvel Comics
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Baldur's Gate 3
Don't Starve
The Magnus Archives
The Adventure Zone
Red vs. Blue
RWBY
Undertale
Hollow Knight
Detective Comics/DC (hey, that's me!)
Star Wars
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pokemon
Dimension 20 (not all campaigns)
Characters: As with fandoms, I tend to collect characters I roleplay very generously, though my skill with any given character is debatable. I'm always open to learning more characters, though I delve deep into a few at a time and will often come out the other end with something very...tailored.
DC's Prompts
Re: DC's Prompts
God of the Riptides
Warning Tags: Potential violence and gore, potential animal death, war, potential ship/romance/smut
Your Characters:
Universe: Greek myth, the Epic Cycle/The Iliad
Alternate Universe: Fully divine Achilles, rather than half-god on his mother's side.
Characters: Achilles, potentially other side characters
Partner's Characters
Universe: Greek myth, the Epic Cycle/The Iliad
Characters: Any are accepted, characters I had in mind were Patroclus, Odysseus, Hector, Helen, Cassandra, and Agamemnon. Honestly anyone from Greek myth can do.
Prompt:
Thetis, rather than being wed to Peleus following a prophecy from Prometheus, married Poseidon and had a child with him -- Achilles, who took the role of god of rip currents and naval battles. After his birth, however, the same prophecy was spun -- whatever child was borne from Thetis would be more powerful than their father. Achilles was stripped of his divinity (though not his immortality) and thrown down to live on Earth, where he found a home on Mount Pelion, occasionally assisting the centaur Chiron in training heroes. He's been told that if he proves himself worthy, he can be returned to his godhood, but he's increasingly suspicious of that claim, and sees no reason to try anymore. And that's where your character comes in.
See, the Trojan War is approaching. Or maybe something else, who knows, but whoever it is, for whatever reason, they're in need of divine help. So they've followed the rumours and found Achilles, and now they're faced with the unenviable task of convincing a recalcitrant and angry god to help them out with whatever it is they're doing.
How it plays out from there varies. Achilles isn't going to be easy to convince, so your character has their work cut out for them, whether they try to trick him or seduce him or just befriend him. But presumably, they're not just going to take no for an answer, even when Achilles refuses to give a yes!
Starter:
The Titan Prometheus had been the one to spill out the prophecy. Achilles had still been small when the firebringer was unchained, spinning out the words in front of all of Olympus. The son of Thetis will surpass his father. Surpass all his family, rise above any of his kind. Will live as a god of gods, a king of kings, loved by all. There will be none who can call him an equal, and all will bow to his angry might. The look on the Titan's face, young Achilles had noted, looked almost amused -- as if he'd known for far longer than he let on that this would be the case. He held the story in his hands like a proud flame, and when he was led away to his eternal punishment once more, he went willingly.
With that thought hanging in the heads of Olympus, there had never been a glimmer of hope that Achilles might be allowed to stay. He would be the ruin of Olympus, toppling the Earthshaker from his throne and perhaps even challenging Zeus himself if he were allowed to grow to maturity. Achilles, still practically a child, was thrown off Olympus, sent tumbling down into the realm of mortality with nothing but an empty promise -- should he prove himself worthy of their interest, Achilles might be allowed to regain his divinity once more. Become the hero the world needed, and he would become a god again, undergo apotheosis and earn the right to claim to be greater than his father.
It was something of a hard sell, given how half of Olympus would gladly see him dead and the other half didn't seem to particularly care whether he lived or died. He made a home on Mount Pelion as best he could, a strange neighbour to the wise Chiron, tried to figure himself a plan of battle. How did one even become a hero, he would ask Chiron, and bit by bit, the centaur would tell him. Theseus rescued his countrymen from being devoured by the Bull of Minos and brought Athens into an age of glory. Perseus defeated Medusa the Gordon, Jason quested for the Golden Fleece, Actaeon defended the city of Thebes. They had homes, cities to protect, kingdoms to call their own. They all were united by one thing -- a purpose to defend their home.
Well, two things -- all the heroes Chiron told him about had been personally trained by him, but that seemed to be more of a side effect of the man telling the tale than any real requirement of the job.
The fact remained that Achilles did not have a city of his own. He had ventured down the mountain once or twice, seen the cities surrounding it. Phthia, ruled by the fair king Peleus, had seemed nice enough, but the king was already a hero, with his own devoted followers. Opus further north had no need of heroes, Salamis was an island in need of no help whatsoever, and the towns in between wanted nothing to do with Achilles. They didn't want him -- nobody wanted him, despite his glory, his greatness, his power. They were afraid of who he would become.
Well, fine. Let them be afraid. Achilles made a home on Pelion instead. The little cave he took shelter in was only the beginning -- he built himself a hut, then a home, a little orchard on the mountain where he would never go hungry. He taught himself the lyre and the aulos, herded sheep. He made a life for himself, one rooted in spite and angry desire. He was still young, Chiron told him. He had time to become some sort of hero.
It was comforting at first. As the years passed on, one after another, Achilles began to wonder if he even wanted to be a hero. There were stories of a war on the horizon, cities quarrelling with one another over pointless land. There would be plenty of heroes there. Most of them would die.
When had humankind ever wanted him? He was mortal now, but still a god in some form. When had anyone ever burnt an offering for the young god who was fated to be greater than Poseidon himself? Achilles grew bitter, grew cold. He didn't want their worship, didn't want their help until they begged for it.
That was why, perhaps, when someone finally arrived on his doorstep, Achilles did nothing more than stare for a minute before speaking. "What do you want?" he asked annoyedly, leaning against the lintel as he plucked the sweet seeds out of a pomegranate.
Warning Tags: Potential violence and gore, potential animal death, war, potential ship/romance/smut
Your Characters:
Universe: Greek myth, the Epic Cycle/The Iliad
Alternate Universe: Fully divine Achilles, rather than half-god on his mother's side.
Characters: Achilles, potentially other side characters
Partner's Characters
Universe: Greek myth, the Epic Cycle/The Iliad
Characters: Any are accepted, characters I had in mind were Patroclus, Odysseus, Hector, Helen, Cassandra, and Agamemnon. Honestly anyone from Greek myth can do.
Prompt:
Thetis, rather than being wed to Peleus following a prophecy from Prometheus, married Poseidon and had a child with him -- Achilles, who took the role of god of rip currents and naval battles. After his birth, however, the same prophecy was spun -- whatever child was borne from Thetis would be more powerful than their father. Achilles was stripped of his divinity (though not his immortality) and thrown down to live on Earth, where he found a home on Mount Pelion, occasionally assisting the centaur Chiron in training heroes. He's been told that if he proves himself worthy, he can be returned to his godhood, but he's increasingly suspicious of that claim, and sees no reason to try anymore. And that's where your character comes in.
See, the Trojan War is approaching. Or maybe something else, who knows, but whoever it is, for whatever reason, they're in need of divine help. So they've followed the rumours and found Achilles, and now they're faced with the unenviable task of convincing a recalcitrant and angry god to help them out with whatever it is they're doing.
How it plays out from there varies. Achilles isn't going to be easy to convince, so your character has their work cut out for them, whether they try to trick him or seduce him or just befriend him. But presumably, they're not just going to take no for an answer, even when Achilles refuses to give a yes!
Starter:
The Titan Prometheus had been the one to spill out the prophecy. Achilles had still been small when the firebringer was unchained, spinning out the words in front of all of Olympus. The son of Thetis will surpass his father. Surpass all his family, rise above any of his kind. Will live as a god of gods, a king of kings, loved by all. There will be none who can call him an equal, and all will bow to his angry might. The look on the Titan's face, young Achilles had noted, looked almost amused -- as if he'd known for far longer than he let on that this would be the case. He held the story in his hands like a proud flame, and when he was led away to his eternal punishment once more, he went willingly.
With that thought hanging in the heads of Olympus, there had never been a glimmer of hope that Achilles might be allowed to stay. He would be the ruin of Olympus, toppling the Earthshaker from his throne and perhaps even challenging Zeus himself if he were allowed to grow to maturity. Achilles, still practically a child, was thrown off Olympus, sent tumbling down into the realm of mortality with nothing but an empty promise -- should he prove himself worthy of their interest, Achilles might be allowed to regain his divinity once more. Become the hero the world needed, and he would become a god again, undergo apotheosis and earn the right to claim to be greater than his father.
It was something of a hard sell, given how half of Olympus would gladly see him dead and the other half didn't seem to particularly care whether he lived or died. He made a home on Mount Pelion as best he could, a strange neighbour to the wise Chiron, tried to figure himself a plan of battle. How did one even become a hero, he would ask Chiron, and bit by bit, the centaur would tell him. Theseus rescued his countrymen from being devoured by the Bull of Minos and brought Athens into an age of glory. Perseus defeated Medusa the Gordon, Jason quested for the Golden Fleece, Actaeon defended the city of Thebes. They had homes, cities to protect, kingdoms to call their own. They all were united by one thing -- a purpose to defend their home.
Well, two things -- all the heroes Chiron told him about had been personally trained by him, but that seemed to be more of a side effect of the man telling the tale than any real requirement of the job.
The fact remained that Achilles did not have a city of his own. He had ventured down the mountain once or twice, seen the cities surrounding it. Phthia, ruled by the fair king Peleus, had seemed nice enough, but the king was already a hero, with his own devoted followers. Opus further north had no need of heroes, Salamis was an island in need of no help whatsoever, and the towns in between wanted nothing to do with Achilles. They didn't want him -- nobody wanted him, despite his glory, his greatness, his power. They were afraid of who he would become.
Well, fine. Let them be afraid. Achilles made a home on Pelion instead. The little cave he took shelter in was only the beginning -- he built himself a hut, then a home, a little orchard on the mountain where he would never go hungry. He taught himself the lyre and the aulos, herded sheep. He made a life for himself, one rooted in spite and angry desire. He was still young, Chiron told him. He had time to become some sort of hero.
It was comforting at first. As the years passed on, one after another, Achilles began to wonder if he even wanted to be a hero. There were stories of a war on the horizon, cities quarrelling with one another over pointless land. There would be plenty of heroes there. Most of them would die.
When had humankind ever wanted him? He was mortal now, but still a god in some form. When had anyone ever burnt an offering for the young god who was fated to be greater than Poseidon himself? Achilles grew bitter, grew cold. He didn't want their worship, didn't want their help until they begged for it.
That was why, perhaps, when someone finally arrived on his doorstep, Achilles did nothing more than stare for a minute before speaking. "What do you want?" he asked annoyedly, leaning against the lintel as he plucked the sweet seeds out of a pomegranate.
Re: DC's Prompts
Original Sins
Warning Tags: Violence, injury, death
Your Characters
Universe: Helluva Boss
Characters: Asmodeus
Kinks: Possessiveness, dirty talk, hatefucking eventually
Partner's Characters
Universe: Helluva Boss
Characters: Mammon
Prompt:
Mammon and Asmodeus have thousands of years of history, and I want to explore it. What I've got going on here is a pre-canon type thing, somewhere in the distant past of at least three thousand years ago. I'd love to talk to you about the politics of Hell and just how each Sin got their own kingdom -- I touch on it a bit here, but I don't think it was as easy as everyone gets their own land. Ozzie had to fight to be recognised as King of Lust, and he didn't get there easy. I'd love to hear your thoughts and how you'd wanna play Mammon in that, I love to talk. Please talk to me.
We can definitely spread this out over longer. Possibly vignettes of their lives over the millennia, doing crimes together, does one of them fall in love? Do both of them? I'm not looking for a happy ending here; rather, a prelude to canon. They were close, and now they're not. I want to see where they went wrong.
Starter:
Humans were such funny creatures. Running around like chickens with their heads cut off, they spread across the planet Earth -- Adam bore his fruit, and humanity thrived from his seeds. (Well, his, and a few others, but those others were less of a problem every day.) Asmodeus liked to go up and check on them every now and then, moreso than his fellow Sins did. Most of the time, humanity progressed smoothly, but what was the fun in being a Deadly Sin if he didn't get to play with humans now and then?
Well. He could do without being thwarted, but angels did as angels were bound to do. Raphael was doing his job, Ozzie supposed as he burned open a portal back to Hell and collapsed into his bed. His game with Sarah had ended -- no more fucking her potential husbands, no more killing them when they tried to exorcise him from existence. No more playing games for another few years. He stretched out in bed, shifting from his smaller size to something more comfortable, and lifted up his leg. It still ached. Stars, but it still fucking hurt.
A hundred years hadn't been enough time to heal the crack in his leg from his last battle for his kingdom. Even in his transformations, a thousand other faces, it stayed, an ugly gash from his spur to his thigh. Ozzie shook his leg, waving it in the air as if that would suddenly make it disappear -- still there. A bright, sickly green cutting through black and blue, it marked him as weak. It marked him as the one Sin for whom taking over his ring hadn't been as easy as breathing.
He needed to distract himself. Raphael was light as a feather, but he'd bound Ozzie as easily as he had because of this stupid fucking injury. Because Samyaza had decided that he should rule the Ring of Lust, and not Asmodeus. Because he'd very nearly gotten away with it. Because if it hadn't been for Kasdaye, the turncoat Watcher who fed him information to save his life, Samyaza very well might have gotten away with it.
Lucifer could be pissed off at Ozzie for tearing one of his fellow angels to bloody golden bits, sure. Ozz wasn't going to just let him live. He sat up again and snapped his fingers, his clothes changing in an instant to a long robe that showed off his generous chest while hiding his miserable scar, and snapped open another portal, this one to the home of a...friend. Call him a friend.
Whatever Mammon was doing could wait. Ozzie needed someone to talk to, and Bee was still on Earth figuring out how to make a new type of mead. "Tell me something good," Mammon called as he walked through the portal. "Tell me you found a new metal to start trading or something." Anything. He wanted to fall into bed with Mammon and fuck him until all the suns of Hell aligned perfectly, just to forget about Raphael and Samyaza and every other angel who had ever fucked him over. He wanted to do *something,* and Mammon, for all his annoyances, was something. Ozzie could do him.
Warning Tags: Violence, injury, death
Your Characters
Universe: Helluva Boss
Characters: Asmodeus
Kinks: Possessiveness, dirty talk, hatefucking eventually
Partner's Characters
Universe: Helluva Boss
Characters: Mammon
Prompt:
Mammon and Asmodeus have thousands of years of history, and I want to explore it. What I've got going on here is a pre-canon type thing, somewhere in the distant past of at least three thousand years ago. I'd love to talk to you about the politics of Hell and just how each Sin got their own kingdom -- I touch on it a bit here, but I don't think it was as easy as everyone gets their own land. Ozzie had to fight to be recognised as King of Lust, and he didn't get there easy. I'd love to hear your thoughts and how you'd wanna play Mammon in that, I love to talk. Please talk to me.
We can definitely spread this out over longer. Possibly vignettes of their lives over the millennia, doing crimes together, does one of them fall in love? Do both of them? I'm not looking for a happy ending here; rather, a prelude to canon. They were close, and now they're not. I want to see where they went wrong.
Starter:
Humans were such funny creatures. Running around like chickens with their heads cut off, they spread across the planet Earth -- Adam bore his fruit, and humanity thrived from his seeds. (Well, his, and a few others, but those others were less of a problem every day.) Asmodeus liked to go up and check on them every now and then, moreso than his fellow Sins did. Most of the time, humanity progressed smoothly, but what was the fun in being a Deadly Sin if he didn't get to play with humans now and then?
Well. He could do without being thwarted, but angels did as angels were bound to do. Raphael was doing his job, Ozzie supposed as he burned open a portal back to Hell and collapsed into his bed. His game with Sarah had ended -- no more fucking her potential husbands, no more killing them when they tried to exorcise him from existence. No more playing games for another few years. He stretched out in bed, shifting from his smaller size to something more comfortable, and lifted up his leg. It still ached. Stars, but it still fucking hurt.
A hundred years hadn't been enough time to heal the crack in his leg from his last battle for his kingdom. Even in his transformations, a thousand other faces, it stayed, an ugly gash from his spur to his thigh. Ozzie shook his leg, waving it in the air as if that would suddenly make it disappear -- still there. A bright, sickly green cutting through black and blue, it marked him as weak. It marked him as the one Sin for whom taking over his ring hadn't been as easy as breathing.
He needed to distract himself. Raphael was light as a feather, but he'd bound Ozzie as easily as he had because of this stupid fucking injury. Because Samyaza had decided that he should rule the Ring of Lust, and not Asmodeus. Because he'd very nearly gotten away with it. Because if it hadn't been for Kasdaye, the turncoat Watcher who fed him information to save his life, Samyaza very well might have gotten away with it.
Lucifer could be pissed off at Ozzie for tearing one of his fellow angels to bloody golden bits, sure. Ozz wasn't going to just let him live. He sat up again and snapped his fingers, his clothes changing in an instant to a long robe that showed off his generous chest while hiding his miserable scar, and snapped open another portal, this one to the home of a...friend. Call him a friend.
Whatever Mammon was doing could wait. Ozzie needed someone to talk to, and Bee was still on Earth figuring out how to make a new type of mead. "Tell me something good," Mammon called as he walked through the portal. "Tell me you found a new metal to start trading or something." Anything. He wanted to fall into bed with Mammon and fuck him until all the suns of Hell aligned perfectly, just to forget about Raphael and Samyaza and every other angel who had ever fucked him over. He wanted to do *something,* and Mammon, for all his annoyances, was something. Ozzie could do him.