I'm open to multiple threads with one person! If we've got plot ideas, let's do it! I'll generally use minimal formatting. I don't expect you to follow my formatting, but don't expect me to follow yours if it's super stylized. PLEASE DO NOT USE SUPER TINY TEXT. I'm old I can't read that shit. [small] is fine, but not double-small. Most threads will be paragraph/novel format or multi-para. I will generally be mutuals-only, but I will look at your blog if you follow me.
Memes & Asks
Meme me up, Scotty! If I reblog a meme, I want memes!! I'll try to send at least one to you if I reblog from you! Memes are open to everyone, regardless of mutual status, but I may not respond to all of them, it is up to my discretion. I love ask memes being turned into threads, just please do so in a separate post, don't reblog the ask.
Godmodding/Power Play
Godmodding won't be tolerated. I do understand that as my character has a lot of abilities, he can often run the risk of god-modding. I will do my best to ensure this never happens. Talk to me OOC if you think he's doing too much. The only time I'll allow any sort of this is if it's a fight and I know the person I'm playing against well. I'm protective of my children(a grown man who is older than me is my child shush), and don't let others take control unless I know I can trust them. I will also ask before I do anything big in any thread we may have. If you want to have your character have prior knowledge, I’m super happy to talk about it OOC and figure out a relationship!
Shipping
Shipping will always and forever be based on C H E M I S T R Y. If he likes the person, he likes them, and they may become a ship. If he doesn't, he will let you know. He may sleep around, but having sex does not necessarily mean he will be in a relationship with your character. Open to poly ships as well.
Plotting
Always up to plot! Inbox/PM me and we can talk. DON’T force me into plots/ships/etc that don’t flow well. I’m up for trying just about anything, but if it doesn’t seem to work, please don’t try to force it. I am a hugely nice person but I don’t take kindly to being forced into something. DO push boundaries with my character. Make him uncomfortable! Just don’t force things or bring any sort of drama from OOC into IC.
AUs & Crossovers
Definitely always up for that. I don't know that I'll know your character's verse off the top of my head, but I'm willing to learn, and this can be talked about OOC
Follow Backs
I love y'all, but don't expect me to follow you back just because you followed me. I am selective with who I play with. I’ll make some open starters for everyone, but I may not reply to all the responses I get. I reserve the right to follow back or not. If you follow me, rest assured, I WILL look at your blog. If I like you/your character, I'll follow you. I do not roleplay with multi-muse blogs. It confuses me too much, I'm sorry!
NSFW & Triggers
This blog will be rife with NSFW and trigger-related things. I will try to tag all the big ones with "trigger tw" or "trigger cw". Violence, murder, sex, and possible torture will happen on this blog, but I will never post photos of gore. Please tag gore for me. I will not roleplay sexual situations with anyone or anyone's character who is under 18 years of age. Period, end of. DO tell me if you want me to tag for anything. I am empathetic to triggers and don’t want to make our pretendy funtimes anything but fun.
The Mun
I'm Erick, I'm an old damn man, but I love roleplaying. I'm very friendly so please don't hesitate to message me!! Mutuals are welcome to my skype, I'm on it a lot! feel free to message me! I love talking OOC, for plotting or just for fun chats! I love making new friends on both sides of the RPing world :3 Just be aware that I have a more than full time job (50+ hours/week), and this is my escape from that, but sometimes I have other things I need to attend to. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, I promise. Sometimes I do forget! Feel free to poke me about a thread, but don’t poke me repeatedly, that will make me want to reply less. DO know that I’m not intimidating even if I seem it(I’ve gotten that a lot). I’m a big teddy bear, I don’t bite!!
DO communicate with me. Need me to do something? Want to drop a thread? Going on a hiatus? Want to shower me with praise? Just message me! Keep me in the loop, please! I’ve had lots of experiences with people just disappearing, and I consider every RPer I play with to be a friend. I don’t like friends just disappearing, I am fine with people having real life things happen, but just keep the communication lines open, okay? Don’t be afraid to tell me anything.
Credits & Disclaimers
I don't own Red Reddington or The Blacklist, nor am I affiliated with anyone who does. This is all just for fun!
BASICS
Name: Raymond Reddington Codename: ???? Nicknames: Red, Ray, innumerable aliases Age: 57. Birthdate: February 7, 1960 Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual (Prefers women) Profession: Criminal
PHYSICAL ASPECTS
Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Height: 5'10" Weight: 190
SKILLS
Abilities: Armed forces training; quick-talker; fast thinker; manipulator; well connected; has friends in high and low places; skilled with various conventional and unconventional forms of weaponry and improvised weapons; connections to spies, thieves, smugglers, drug traffickers, people smugglers, human traffickers, arms traffickers, counterfeiters, forgers, hackers, mercenaries, and assassins; Ultimate deal-maker; Evading the government.
Hobbies:Selling secrets, influencing geopolitics, screwing with things, changing the world because he feels like it.
Smokes: No Drugs: No DriverLicense: Yes Ever Been Arrested?:Yes
BIOGRAPHY
Raymond "Red" Reddington was born February 7th, 1960 in Massachussets. He grew up and attended the Naval Academy, graduating top of his class. A few years after he was being groomed for an Admiral position, he vanished without a trace. Four years later, he resurfaced as a criminal, a major player with ties to many underworld factions. All the intelligence he'd gathered in the Navy was now for sale, and he quickly established himself as a dangerous force for law enforcement, as he could sell top secret information to the highest bidder. For the next 20 years, he sat on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted list, wanted for Sabotage; Destruction of Government property; Conspiracy; Unlawful flight to avoid prosecution; Violent crimes in aid of racketeering; Rico violations; Weapons violations, and other things.
Out of nowhere, he surrendered himself ot the FBI, offering to help them catch the world's most dangerous criminals they don't even know exist. He's curated a Blacklist of these people and will help, but only if his primary point of contact is new agent Elizabeth Keen.
Verses
Added as they come. Main verse will remain untagged, and there may be a clickable link in here once I actually get a Full Verses Page set up. I'm okay with multiple threads with the same character(s) being in the same verse, and if there needs to be a different verse for whatever reason, I will tag it as such. I'll default to my main-verse unless there's something that makes that unfeasible. I love AUs but unless there's a reason, each character will probably be in their own verse.
Post season 4 verse:SPOILERS PRESENT IN THIS VERSE
Default verse, untagged: Pre- Season 4 - Red is still working with the FBI and still has access to all of his assets and people, Mr. Kaplan is his cleaner, etc etc. “life as usual”, basically.
Post Season 4: Abyssus, Abyssum Invocat(Post s4) With his empire falling down around him, he's left almost entirely illiquid. He's been hobbled, and he's lost most of 30 years of hard work. Though he is still himself, and he's got to find a way to get back on top. Spoiler-heavy, as once season 5 premieres, this verse will be up to date with the currently airing episodes.
General supernatural AU: I have eyes and ears everywhere (Supernatural AU). Before computers, before automobiles, before even the dinosaurs, there was the primordial essence. It broke off in facets and as time went on, they became people, creatures whose names have now become infamous: Puck, or Robin Goodfellow, Aether, Erebus, et cetera…and Red. Throughout the centuries, the millennia, he went under many names, but always had one, singular purpose: To do fulfill his own desires. He built up empires, helped others to topple, as long as he was the quiet, hidden puppet-master, all was well. As technology advanced, so did his tactics, he learned many things from many people, and his powers only increased, for people crying out for justice, or crying about the lack thereof? Those cries fed him, grew him, kept him powerful.
Red is a Primordial being, one of the oldest of the Fae, and as such, he is immortal–or nigh-on, though Iron does hurt him. He has the power to grant wishes, but they never come without a price, and he is incredibly skilled at misdirection, and has physiology, enhanced dexterity, agility, strength, and durability. He can also summon things, and though he can summon almost anything he wants, he tends to hide his true nature unless the situation necessitates his revealing it. What fun is the world when you can get whatever you want without having to work for it?
American Gods AU:Said the fly to the spider (AmGod AU): Shortly after he turned traitor and sold the United States intelligence secrets to the highest bidder, an attempt was made on his life. He nearly died, but not before a strange, loquacious man came to him in what felt like a dream. When he awoke, renewed, he knew something was different. After Raymond’s first sleep out of the hospital, the words, the sense of purpose came to him in another dream: He had been saved for a reason, he was the God of Criminals, one who knew how to help anyone who lived between the cracks, in the seedy underbelly of the world. He found himself able to slip away undetected, and able to withstand much more than an average human.
Marvel/Super AU:The fickle nature of man (Marvel AU) Little changes from the main universe, but Red is no mere mortal. He was captured once, while still in the navy, and when these men had him, they tortured, but they also gave him something, to see what he would do with it. Red now has a few abilities. Low-level teleportation, he can move from room to room, or down the block, but he can't teleport anywhere in the world. It's got a limit of a few miles at most. He can become intangible to reach objects behind glass, or to pass through walls to evade capture, and he can also will objects to him, but they cannot be a great distance away(same couple mile radius). He has hyper-enhanced senses/abilities which includes it being harder to actually injure him, but for example if someone like Wolverine can heal a broken arm in a few minutes, it takes Red a few hours. Lastly, he has some low level glamour/morphing abilities. He can't go full mystique level morph, but he can make his face/gender different, though he can't change his eyes. All these have aided him in becoming the Concierge of Crime.
Indie Raymond "Red" Reddington from NBC's Blacklist. Private. Selective. Mun/Muse 21+. Dark Themes present. Please read rules/bio before following/interacting. Written by Erick
That was the best he was going to get from Red, and he knew it. It still hurt, he wanted to be there for him, couldn’t let another person he loved die. Donald nodded seriously, “ I’ll be there, ” he said, “ just tell me where and when. ” He breathed a sigh of relief when Red asked him to coordinate the contingencies, that was his strongest suit. “ I can do that, ” he could more than do that, even without the information in front of him he was already planning out vague contingencies that he could expand on or change once he knew more. “ Just, promise me you’ll listen to them and try to come out of this safe, okay? ” He asked, eyes locking with Red’s once again.
Red’s face softened, and he leaned in towards Donald, gently capturing his lips in a kiss, still holding onto his hands, tightly. “I’ll make absolutely sure that you’ll be kept in the loop. I won’t do this without you.” There were dangers, of course, and he’d be lying if he said the Leo blade didn’t give him even the slightest pause, but if those two had one, he couldn’t protect Donald if he tried to jump in front of the dagger if it was thrown. He couldn’t keep him alive if he took that blade, and he couldn’t bear to think of that, even as a possibility. “I promise, Donald. I don’t intend to die at that meeting. It’ll take a lot more to kill me, anyway,” he smirked.
“i have far too many bullets in this thing for you to still be talking.” (Lucifer meme)
Ray cocked an eyebrow at the agent, but he managed to keep the smirk off his face. “Agent Ressler, if you wanted to kill me, you’d already have emptied that clip into my center mass.” He took a step forward, defiant, though his hands were at his side, palms facing the man still aiming a gun right at his head. “You’re waiting for something…either you think I have some information for you, or,” another step forward, letting the barrel of the gun rest between his eyes, “Despite our current stations…I think you might just like me.”
He couldn’t claim that, and he knew it. Most agents were genuinely good, but Donald wasn’t naive enough to believe the higher ups were entirely clean. He did believe they mostly had good intentions, but it was nearly impossible to exist within the circle of high ranking government officials without getting at least a little dirty. Obviously, he wasn’t about to admit that to Ray though.
Taking a breath, he nodded, quickly made the decision that he would have to trust Ray, hoping to high heavens that he wasn’t making the worst mistake of his life. When the other man pulled him up, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, Donald reciprocated the gesture by wrapping an arm around his waist. A fake but convincing smile spread across his face, “ Of course not, ” he almost purred, “ I just want to get you home. ” A drunken hookup was a great way to make people not want to pay attention to them while also explaining their sudden disappearance.
Making sure to seem a little drunk himself as they moved towards the exit, swaying a little and slurring his words - not too hard as he was a little tipsy - he tried to keep an eye out for the men that had burst in. Watching them would be too obvious, but thankfully there was a reflective surface opposite them as well as a few curious bar patrons within eyesight. They managed to make it to the back door without drawing too much attention, but he noticed the men making their way towards the back. He wasn’t sure if they were following them or not, and he didn’t want to take too many chances. Once they were out of the door he turned to Ray, “ You might want to get that gun ready. ”
Ray didn’t need Donald to say it out loud, he saw the frustration on his face–could nearly smell it–and he knew they both knew he was right. He didn’t take as much comfort in it as he thought he would, though, and he was almost glad that someone had come in, changed the subject for him so they could move on.
As they made their way towards the restrooms and their exit, the fact that Donald not only went with his idea, but started hitting on him almost a little too easily made Ray put a pin in that information, something to look at later. “Y-yeah, sure y'do, babe, wanna get me in the sack, dontcha?” He almost giggled, taking the opportunity to use his other hand and brace himself against Don’s trunk, copping a feel on his abs while he was there. After his quick touch, the hand lingered, “Juz be patient, you’ll get yours, big guy~”
The sense of danger didn’t diminish when they made it outside, and he was already reaching for his gun, pulling it out just moments after Donald had mentioned it. “Already on it,” he said, giving him a wink as he aimed over the man’s shoulder. There was a car in the lot, but Ray knew better than to go straight for it, not until he knew if they were being followed. Sure enough, the door they’d just come out of was all but kicked open, and Ray lay down suppressing fire with one hand as he pulled his keys out, “Grey Camry, far side of the lot.” He trusted Donald would catch them as they flew towards him, “I’ll cover you."
In half a second, he’d dragged them both back behind the dumpster and laid down cover fire, the men found their own cover, and Ray was living on the edge of his senses, reeling from the high that only whizzing bullets could give him.
“You’re either leaving here with a black eye or a hickey. Your choice.” (sexual tension starters)
Cocky as he always was, Ray couldn’t help smirking at him, though he was paying particular attention to Don’s lips. “Are the two mutually exclusive? I don’t see why we can’t make the evening a little more interesting, Donald.”
They were fighting, he hated it when they were fighting. Every muscle under his skin was taut, coiled like too many agitated snakes, and he wanted it to stop. Donald cared–perhaps too much–and showed no signs of stopping, but there was only so much Red was capable. of. “Enough!” he raised his voice, something he’d done so seldomly he knew how much weight it would carry, especially now.
Then, barely above a whisper,
“You can’t fix me, Donald. My scars and malfunctions are as much a part of me as my lungs. Without them, I’m nothing.”
[text: Nick’s Pizza] Can’t say I have. Not all of us have nearly unlimited funds from criminal activities. [text: Nick’s Pizza] Actual information or are you just jerking me around, again?
[text - 2025558194] They’re under $1000.00, not that expensive.
[text - 2025558194] I don’t jerk people around in serious matters, Donald. Either call me or come over, I don’t want to communicate this way any more.
