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“I’m not evil, and neither was he. And I’m here to prove it.”
Scholorship student, martial arts competitor, and mechanic-in-training by day, Red Hood by night, Matt’s got a lot on his shoulders. He’s not gonna let that stop him, though.
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Independent Matt McGinnis blog from Batman Beyond - post series
✰8 years of roleplaying experience - 5 on tumblr
✰Crossover and OC friendly(semi-selective)
✰Open to pretty much anything
RULES | ABOUT | MESSAGE
“I’m not evil, and neither was he. And I’m here to prove it.”
Scholorship student, martial arts competitor, and mechanic-in-training by day, Red Hood by night, Matt’s got a lot on his shoulders. He’s not gonna let that stop him, though.
——
Independent Matt McGinnis blog from Batman Beyond - post series
✰8 years of roleplaying experience - 5 on tumblr
✰Crossover and OC friendly(semi-selective)
✰Open to pretty much anything
RULES | ABOUT | MESSAGE
“I’m not evil, and neither was he. And I’m here to prove it.”
Scholorship student, Rugby co-captain, and antique store clerk by day, Red Hood by night, Matt’s got a lot on his shoulders. He’s not gonna let that stop him, though.
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Independent Matt McGinnis blog from Batman Beyond - post series
✰8 years of roleplaying experience - 3 on tumblr
✰Crossover and OC friendly(semi-selective)
✰Open to pretty much anything
RULES | ABOUT | MESSAGE
Alrighty, this blog is officially closed. If you have any questions, please direct them to the new blog
redeemingtheredhood
the-four-humors replied to your post: the-four-humors replied to your post: IMPORTANT...
I’ve been majorly rehauling Dak, so ndb on that. He no longer knows Batman, hell, he’s no longer a Batman character. So any history they had kinda got wiped as well.
//well that’ll definitely make it easier :D
the-four-humors replied to your post: IMPORTANT NEWS
Hey, I’m definitely still interested in threading, with Dak or Du!
//awesome!
Unfortunately, with the reboot, his relationships with them are back at 0, so we’ll have to start anew
this matt’s also a bit different from how I’ve been playing his recently...
IMPORTANT NEWS
Due to... basically just overwhelming myself, I’ve lost my muse for this Matt
FORTUNATELY I am not quitting
I’ve decided to turn this blog into an archive and move to a new one (located here). I wont be deleting this one, but I wont be posting here anymore.
I’m rebooting Matt
everything that happened to Matt on this blog is officially history, and will no longer affect the way I play him
I’m coming in with a clean slate and trying again
so for anyone still interested in threading with Matt, I’ll repeat that his new blog is here
I’ll be posting an official promo post here and on my main blog later this week
friendly reminder: rpers love being asked questions directed at their character to answer, especially if they’re verse / canon related.
Whiskey Breath || @heart-th-robin
The cat, in a remarkable show of agility considering it’s size, hopped onto the counter and mewed quietly, settling down on his haunches to watch the stranger. He stared at Duboise with an almost eerie stillness and Matt had to try hard not to laugh at him as he pulled the kettle off the stove and started pouring water into a pair of mismatched mugs.
Matt paused in his preparation to glance curiously over his shoulder at Dubois when it offered its help. It didn’t surprise him much that Dak would teach the splicer things… but it didn’t really look like it could hold itself up, never mind the hardwood shelf. But Matt knew better than to judge solely on appearance. Dubois may look like some delicate thing, but there was something in the way it held itself… Matt couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he figured it could be as simple as Dubois being stronger than it appeared.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said, turning back to the tea to finish pouring. “I mean, if you want to then by all means.” The hospitality ingrained in Matt by his mother made him almost irritated at the idea that he should put a guest to work, but the more logical side of him didn’t mind the idea of(mostly) free labor.
“Hey, kitty,” DuBois said quietly, slowly moving towards the cat. It cleared its throat and a deep thrumming noise started up in its diaphragm, quieter on the inhale and louder on the exhale of its breath. “Don’t bite me, okay, I know I smell like both dog and rats. Ah! Quel joli chat.” It reached out a hand to let the cat sniff, then stroke its head.
“I’d like to. As payment for using the shower.” It paused, then smiled slightly, revealing its sharp teeth. It was so easy to forget how things worked outside of the tunnels and lowest levels. “Sorry. I’m too used to the barter system.”
“His name is Ninja,” Matt supplied with a grin. Ninja didn’t move as Dubois approached, except for the twitching of his tail. He sniffed the offered hand, allowed Dubois to pet his head, and then, with a haughty sniff, hopped off the counter and waddled out of the kitchen.
Matt watched him and then snorted. At least he hadn’t gotten defensive....
“I’m familiar with the system,” he said with a grin. The base had had one in place over seas, where they’d exchange any thing they could afford to. The nearest town had accepted the barter system as well, which had been very convenient.
“Alright, thanks.” He handed it its tea, grabbed his keys off the counter, and headed towards the door. “My tools are in my car, I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable,” he told it as he stepped out.
Bail||OPEN
Mary had been in the middle of some very important and so had her phone turned off. When the officer had returned to the cell and informed him of such, Matt had felt an all too familiar stab of disappointment, but hadn’t been surprised.
“C’mon, you’re getting one phone call,” the officer said, unlocking the cell and leading Matt out to an office, where he closed them both in.
Matt picked up the phone, an out-of-date, corded monstrosity, and hesitated before punching in a number.
“Hey, it’s Matt,” he said once the call was answered. “Are you busy? I could use a little help...”
JUST SO EVERYONE IS CLEAR
if I follow you, it means I enjoy your character/writing but it doesn’t always mean we have to rp if you’re selective or if you have no interest. that is totally okay. i just like reading your stuff because you’re amazing.
BUT
if you want to rp, pls say something to me because i’m a literal dumbass and will just stalk you with the assumption you’re too good for me and wont ever approach.
shit, matt’s turning 15 this year
Send me "Librarian!" + a number and I'll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!
literally do this
Whoever came up with this, I love you. :3
//note to self: don’t forget Matt’s birthday
again
Whiskey Breath || @heart-th-robin
Having spent the last few years in closer-than-comfortable quarters with people who had no shame in being naked around each other had made Matt miss privacy. He wasn’t shy per-say - lord knew he’d whipped his own dick out in front of enough people that it would probably make his mother faint - but privacy had been such a rare commodity that he couldn’t help but embrace it now that he was home.
“Hm? Oh, yeah, the shelf just fell out. I’ll need to properly secure it later,” he trailed off, adding that to his mental to-do list. He stopped rubbing his head as the pain faded to a dull throb and smiled at the splicer.
“Is chamomile alright? It’s the only tea I’ve got,” he said, turning back to the kitchen when he heard the beeping that indicated the kettle was finished. He had taken up drinking chamomile when he returned because it was the only thing that could get him to sleep at night.
He was still trying to get out of his ‘high alert’ mode.
“That’s fine, thank you,” it replied cheerfully as it pulled its clothing back on. Tights, jeans, socks, a shirt, a sweater – all it left off were the too-big boots and the blanket-poncho. Part of the reason for all the layers was that, even in the heat of summer, it felt freezing. But the other part was that, with layers on, it at least looked somewhat human. Without them, it was a frail waif of a thing, barely 100lbs, its bones protruding awkwardly under tightly stretched, tattooed skin. Context was key when exposing itself; Dak could see it like that, its handful of top-side lovers could see it like that, because they could see it vulnerable.
With how jumpy Matt was, it wasn’t sure if vulnerability was okay.
With that in mind, it pulled back its long, curly mohawk into a high ponytail, exposing its face.
“You know,” it said, following Matt back to the kitchen, “I could take a look at that shelf. I know I look like a strung out junkie – and I am – but Dak’s taught me to know my way around fixing things…”
The cat, in a remarkable show of agility considering it’s size, hopped onto the counter and mewed quietly, settling down on his haunches to watch the stranger. He stared at Duboise with an almost eerie stillness and Matt had to try hard not to laugh at him as he pulled the kettle off the stove and started pouring water into a pair of mismatched mugs.
Matt paused in his preparation to glance curiously over his shoulder at Dubois when it offered its help. It didn’t surprise him much that Dak would teach the splicer things... but it didn’t really look like it could hold itself up, never mind the hardwood shelf. But Matt knew better than to judge solely on appearance. Dubois may look like some delicate thing, but there was something in the way it held itself... Matt couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he figured it could be as simple as Dubois being stronger than it appeared.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said, turning back to the tea to finish pouring. “I mean, if you want to then by all means.” The hospitality ingrained in Matt by his mother made him almost irritated at the idea that he should put a guest to work, but the more logical side of him didn’t mind the idea of(mostly) free labor.
For the first time in forever~
or at least two months
ALRIGHTY, it’s been so long i’ve lost track of all my threads, and my drafts are empty so if I owe any replies please tell me
I’ll probably post a new open starter as well
maybe
the-four-humors replied to your post: //idk, i might be dead
???
//I haven’t been seen on this blog in months, there’s not telling what’s happened |D
