🔪 BABY’S HOUSE RULES (Read 'em or Bleed 'em) 🔪
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​Rule 1. No Sticky Stuff. Seriously.
​Don't make me gag. We ain't doing any of that gross, pathetic, ERP/smut nonsense. No sex, no erotica, nothing. If you try to get fresh with me, I will literally chew your character's ears off. Keep it dark, keep it twisted, keep it psychological, but keep your pants on, sugar, or I’ll use my big ol' knife to help you take 'em off permanently.

​Rule 2. Keep Your Filthy Hands Off My Puppet Strings!
​I am a free spirit, darlin', and if you try to control me, god mod, or dictate what I do or say, I will explode. You do not play my character. You do not decide if your punch hits my pretty little face. You play your meat sack, I play me. If you try to puppet master this story, I’ll find out where you live and paint the porch with ya! Giggle.

​Rule 3. Feed My Brain! (Delicious, Bloody Details)
​I get bored so easily, and you really, really don’t want me to get bored. I don't want plain jane, boring text. I want it thick! Juicy! Multi paragraph masterpieces dripping with sensory rich flavor! Tell me how frantic the room feels, how the swamp air tastes like copper, how loud the screaming is. Give me paragraphs I can sink my teeth into. If it ain't descriptive and atmospheric, I'm just gonna burn the whole thread down.

​Rule 4. One Liners Will Be Hunted For Sport.
​If you reply to a beautiful, long post of mine with some lazy ass, one sentence garbage like "He looked at her and shrugged," I will personally hunt you down. Don't be a lazy little piggie! Put some effort into it! I want a long form, multi paragraph dance with the devil. If you can't keep up with my energy, don't even bother knocking on the door.

​Rule 5. Don't Be a Real Life Psycho.
​Look, I love playing with monsters, but out of character, you better be a total sweetheart. No real world drama, no creepy stalker behavior, and don't take the roleplay too seriously, we're just here to have a wicked good time! If you gotta step away, just tell me. I like communication. If you vanish without a word, I'll assume you died, and I will cry... for like, two seconds. Then I'll get mad.

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