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[grittyandglory]

Sladick RP Request!

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

Hey there, names Moon! I'm 18+ and I go by she/her pronouns for those curious.

So, I've been on the hunt everywhere, but no luck finding the perfect partner for a good ol' Sladick roleplay. It's like the ship isn't everyone's cup of tea, which is cool, but I'm seriously all about that pairing. I've been on the lookout for someone to be the Slade Wilson to my Dick Grayson. I'm just super obsessed with these two, and honestly, I'm itching to dive into the pairing with anyone who's game! Now, I get that Slade and Dick's dynamic can be a bit messy, but that's honestly what draws me in – the non-stop clash, the drama, the fights… It's my favorite. If you're thinking, "Hey, I might want to give this pairing a shot with them," there are a few ground rules I gotta lay down, so make sure to give 'em a read! And trust me, I'll know if you didn't.

𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗬.

I consider myself literate to advanced when it comes to my writing abilities. Typically, my replies span around 10-20 lines, though the length can be influenced by the content I have to work with and my current level of motivation. Generally, I tend to mirror my partner's responses most of the time. I'm not overly demanding when it comes to my partner's responses. As long as there's effort, I'm content and won't complain. However, I do require some of the basics, such as reasonable grammar, accurate spelling, and a firm no to one-liners.

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘𝗦.

Darker themes tend to captivate me – there's an allure to unsettling roleplays that keeps me engaged. I'm into subjects like gaslighting, blackmail, stalking, stockholm syndrome, lima syndrome, kidnapping, taboo, conflict, love/hate relationships, and more. Usually, I prefer being the victim, but sometimes I can switch things around if asked. I'm really into genres like horror, mystery, fantasy, drama, dark fantasy, steampunk, LGBT+, cyberpunk, romance, and more.

There's more I'd like to discuss, but I'd rather take that to DM's. If you've read far and you're still interested, feel free to shoot me a message or simply like this post and I'll reach out to you. I'll only be accepting strictly 18+ partners and this will likely take place on Discord!

Thanks for reading!

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Immersed in the enigmatic world of bounty hunting, Dantae emerges as a formidable Hispanic figure, his reputation an embodiment of unyielding success in tracking down and apprehending individuals.

Whether the targets are debtors evading their car loan responsibilities, fugitives eluding the clutches of justice, or mere individuals evading the reach of law enforcement, Dantae's prowess remains unrivaled, attracting the attention of government agencies and bail-bond companies alike, who eagerly seek his services. With an unwavering commitment to his profession, Dantae dons the mantle of his role with utmost seriousness, each mission an opportunity to showcase his tenacity and skill. However, behind the facade of a resolute bounty hunter lies a complex individual known intimately only to those within his personal circle. Within those intimate spheres, a contrasting portrait emerges—one of smugness, confrontational tendencies, and an arrogance that refuses to be subdued. Within the realm of bounty hunting, Dantae's name resonates through the collective consciousness of his peers. A formidable figure among his counterparts, he is driven by an unwavering determination to carve his presence into the very fabric of the space. Commanding attention with an aura that demands respect, Dantae weaves a tapestry of influence, ensnaring the admiration and deference of those who cross his path.

Fully aware of his esteemed status as a bounty hunter, Dantae skillfully manipulates his reputation as a weapon, exploiting it with calculated precision to fulfill his own desires, no matter how self-serving they may be. With a keen understanding of the respect he commands, he deftly employs it as a tool of persuasion, skillfully coercing others to yield to his will. Such is the nature of his cunning; he skillfully maneuvers through the labyrinth of human interactions, effortlessly obtaining what he desires. Driven by an insatiable hunger for superiority, Dantae relentlessly pursues his aspiration to be the epitome of bounty hunting excellence. Refusing to allow any obstacles or detractors to deter him, he boldly strides forward, each step a resounding declaration of his unwavering resolve. Cockiness courses through his veins, interwoven with playful taunts, always seeking to elicit a reaction, to test the limits of those around him. In every exchange, he cunningly asserts his control, weaving a web of influence that entangles those in his path. Dantae, consumed by an unshakable belief in his own invincibility and superiority, basks in the conviction that he stands above the law, an unparalleled force amidst the multitudes. Whether this perception aligns with reality is a question irrelevant to his unwavering faith in his own greatness. It is a conviction that permeates his very being, fueling his relentless pursuit of opportunities to assert his exalted status and leave an indelible impression upon all who dare to cross his path. Each encounter becomes an opportunity for Dantae to revel in his untouchable aura, reminding both friend and foe of his seemingly insurmountable prowess. The mere mention of his name conjures images of an indomitable force, and he takes pleasure in cultivating a reputation that sets him apart from the masses. With a twinkle of arrogance dancing in his eyes and a self-assured swagger in his step, he revels in the belief that he is destined for greatness. However, the zenith of Dantae's arrogance met its reckoning on a fateful day when he received a mission of paramount importance—to capture an elusive individual who had managed to elude the clutches of law enforcement for months on end. Undeterred by the gravity of the task, Dantae's unwavering confidence remained steadfast. With an impeccable track record that seemed immune to failure, he dismissed any notion of difficulty, accepting the mission without hesitation, convinced of an effortless triumph awaiting him.

Clad in his formidable gear, Dantae slipped into the driver's seat of his meticulously equipped car, a vehicle purpose-built to aid him in his relentless pursuit of the target. Every inch of its interior brimmed with an array of cutting-edge devices and tracking mechanisms essential to the success of his mission. With focused determination etched upon his countenance, he revved the engine, the vibrations serving as a symphony of impending capture. Methodically traversing the city's labyrinthine streets, Dantae's inquiries and relentless questioning led him to the outskirts, where an abandoned warehouse stood as a silent sentinel. 

Undeterred by the desolate facade, he forged ahead, resolute in his decision to tackle the mission alone. He harbored an unyielding belief in his own abilities, dismissing the notion of backup as an unnecessary hindrance that would only impede his swift progress. As he stepped foot into the cavernous expanse of the warehouse, his hand instinctively gravitated toward his trusty revolver, ensuring its chamber was fully loaded before a swift spin of the barrel sealed his readiness. With a blend of grace and urgency, he moved through the shadows, meticulously scanning every nook and cranny in search of his quarry. Moments of fruitless exploration tempted his departure, yet a flicker of intuition beckoned him to remain. 

And there, concealed behind a stack of crates, a figure materialized—a tantalizing glimpse of the elusive target he pursued. In a commanding voice, Dantae demanded their surrender, only to find himself caught off guard as the figure deftly hurled a gas grenade in his direction, engulfing the surroundings in a dense cloud of smoke. A rare sense of exhilaration surged through Dantae's veins, a potent blend of adrenaline and excitement at encountering a target who dared to outsmart him—a feeling as intoxicating as it was inexplicable. Undeterred by the unforeseen turn of events, Dantae burst through the veils of smoke, his senses heightened and reflexes honed, chasing the fleeing figure into the vast expanse of an open field. With each stride, a newfound vigor surged within him, propelling him forward with a fervor unmatched. In that moment, he felt truly alive, immersed in the thrill of the hunt, determined to capture this elusive quarry and savor the taste of victory.

Dantae's relentless pursuit culminated in a moment of triumph as he launched himself at the elusive target, overpowering them with a primal force that brought them crashing to the ground. With sinewy arms enveloping the figure beneath him, he maintained a firm grip, a tangible display of his unwavering dominance. Eyes ablaze with an intensity that mirrored the inferno of his desires, Dantae found himself captivated by the face unveiled before him as he tore away the mask, revealing a countenance that stirred his very soul.

His heart faltered, its steady rhythm momentarily disrupted as an unexpected surge of attraction coursed through his veins. This unforeseen allure clashed with his purpose, with the understanding that he ought to surrender this captivating figure to the hands of justice. Yet, a mysterious force deep within him stirred, igniting the embers of an inexplicable infatuation—an emotion that whispered of love or perhaps the nascent seeds of an obsession. Dantae dared not acknowledge the burgeoning complexity of his feelings, but one thing was clear: he had to whisk this captivating individual away from the prying eyes of the law.

A wry chuckle escaped Dantae's lips as he bound their wrists together, deftly manipulating a pair of handcuffs from his utility belt. "Seems our game of cat and mouse has reached its conclusion," he mused, his voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and a hint of something more sinister. “Such a shame.” With deft precision, he propelled them to their feet, his grip unyielding, as he guided them towards the awaiting vehicle. Despite their futile resistance, Dantae displayed an uncanny ease, each step a testament to his unwavering determination.

"But fear not, mi amor, you’re in good hands." he uttered cryptically, his voice laden with ominous undertones. Securely confined within the confines of his trunk, their ankles bound by another pair of handcuffs, Dantae reveled in the dangerous thrill of his actions. He was well aware that his path deviated from the legal, but the intoxicating prospect of possessing you outweighed any concerns of consequence.

In the shadowy realm between right and wrong, Dantae had made his choice—a choice that propelled him towards the unknown, a world where desire mingled with danger, and where he was willing to risk it all for a taste of the forbidden fruit that had captured his heart.

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