#ROTTERHOUSE – coming for your heart like a cannibal. an independent, low-activity, and mutuals-only multimuse blog featuring a family of murderous freaks who nevertheless enjoy wholesome game nights featuring steaks on the rarer side. rules and muse list found below. lore found by clicking on the blog name. written by cade, 22, she/her. minors and non-roleplay blogs dni. prompts.
RULES.
disclaimer. the characters written here are awful, horrible people with insatiable, supernatural appetites for violence. but like. in a sweeney todd way. mentions of blood and (sacrificial) death will be common.
intro. greetings! i’m cade, i’m australian, and i’m a massive fan of dark comedies and morally what-colour-even-is-that characters. consider me more than crossover and oc friendly (i wrote a spider-verse oc myself in days of yore!) so long as you’ve got an easily accessible list of rules and information about your character on your blog. discord is available to mutuals.
interacting. the fastest way to get a few interactions going is by sending something to the good old inbox. however, if you’re looking for lasting interactions, i’m an avid plotter and would love to try planning out scenes in a thread to completion, even if said thread’s subject matter is as silly as fighting for the last biscuit at an intergalactic cafe. unless you’ve stated somewhere you’d be uncomfortable with me approaching first, it’s likely i’ll shoot you a message after confirming we’re mutuals to devise a little something. i treat ask memes and the like as starters, but don’t feel pressured to respond in kind.
writing. i do my best to match my partner’s length, but tend to write upwards of two paragraphs at least. the day i stop describing setting in detail is the day my keyboard breaks <3 as long as you can reply with more than one sentence in return, write as much or as little as you’d like.
formatting. i write in the third person present tense using regular-sized text with the occasional italicised word for emphasis. no need to match! i’m just trying to stave off wearing glasses until i can be sure they won’t make me look like the nerd emoji.
shipping. i’d prefer romantic shipping take place after we’ve written at least one thread together and privately plotted the relationship’s progression. still, i’m open to exploring all sorts of other dynamics with minimal planning beforehand. everyone’s main verses imply that john and jane rotter are alive and in mutually destructive love, but i’d also love to explore the possibility of them being well. Not Alive because that’s really the only way they’ll ever separate and even then i’m not too sure about that. aj meanwhile is single and lonely and almost civilised so have at her girls and gays and gay girls. finally, while i’m fine doing fade-to-black scenes, i’m keeping this blog free of usfw writing.
triggers. i tag with trigger tw, but if i ever miss something in a post, please feel free to inform me using an ask or private message.
MUSES.
john rotter iii. the great-great-great-grandson of senator john rotter. not that great a person. to the woods, he is the butcher, a culinary mastermind whose cheery nature lends itself nicely to finding and incising his victims’ primal cuts. to society, he is john robinson, a harmless (if unhygienic) househusband and home cooking expert with a fondness for stray animals who has, by some medical miracle, yet to succumb to rabies. bio.
jane woodman. a former girl scout who turned into a woman by way of blood, sweat, and tearing through her future husband’s haunted forest. to the woods, she is the engineer, an ingenious inventor who uses the remnants of the forest’s other victims – never a waning resource – to create traps and psychological torture devices of various sizes and smells. to society, she is jane robinson, a polite, sheepish carpenter who specialises in birdhouses and engraving bad puns on them. bio.
aj woodman rotter. a totally average college freshman. you know, assuming most college freshmen have tasted human flesh before. she’s vegan, anyhow. majoring in forestry will do that to you. to the woods, she is a liability, good for little more than reminding her parents to cover up their crimes and making said crimes way harder to commit. like, who taught this girl how to disable a bear trap and basic human decency? still, she’s far too haunted to fully integrate into the world of sororities and urban sprawl, and only time will tell whether this phase is bound to meet as violent an end as her others. bio.
