𝔻𝕚𝕟𝕠ᴰᵒʳᵏ

"You ever realize you finally stopped fighting the world, and it didn't even notice?"

Yo! The name's Keaton. I'm a He/Him trans🏳️‍⚧️ roleplayer (15+ years experience) running one very tired dinosaur enthusiast who accidentally grew up. This blog exists to vibe, write, and see where things go without taking any of it too seriously. 🎧🎶

|🦖| - Indie Rex Raptor RP Blog

|🦖| - He/Him (Mun is 30+) Minors DNI

|🦖| - Yu-Gi-Oh! Verse (Canon-Divergent, AU, Crossover friendly)

|🦖| - OC & Mirror friendly

|🦖| - Open to most crossovers within reason

|🦖| - Discord friendly (Mutuals only)

|🦖| - Inbox always open!

|🦖| - Please Read Full Pinned Before Interacting

About Rex Raptor

Rex Raptor is a former competitive duelist, who stepped away from tournaments and never really looked back. He's still an obsessed idiot with dinosaurs, still collects Duel Monsters dinosaur cards, still has a lot of opinions-- he just doesn't care about the spotlight anymore. These days he's more likely to be found playing guitar, wandering the city at night, or quietly existing somewhere he probably shouldn't be. He's rougher around the edges, blunt without trying to be overly cruel, and a lot more introspective than most people expect. Once he was loud, arrogant, obnoxious, and angry. Now he's mostly just tired, and fed up with wasting his energy on things that will never matter. Rex connects slowly, trusts more carefully, and feels loudly and deeply even if he pretends he doesn't. Canon Bio: Click Here

Rules??

Don't rush me. I'm an adult with a real life, and limited energy.

Multi-para/Novella, third person preferred. My average word count is between 500 and 1000 and I regularly break discord's character limit.

I don't expect my writing partners to match length, just give me something to work with.

Single-Ship. Slow-burn only. No pre-established ships unless thoroughly discussed.

Mature & Heavy themes will come up on this blog (substance use, angst themes, trauma, mental illness, etc) specific triggers will be tagged appropriately.

I don't have any triggers, so don't worry about what themes you send me.

No drama, homophobia, transphobia, or any such intolerances will be allowed. I'm good friends with the Block button.

I'm not a mutuals only blog. Only my Discord is. Wanna send the thing? Send the thing! I'll try to respond to it timely.

Personal Blogs, please don't Reblog my roleplays.

This is a secondary account! My main RP blog is located here.

My blog's list of tags is also here.

Above all, just don't be a jerk. This is all just for fun.

Rex blinks down at the deck when it’s handed to him, like it takes a couple of seconds to fully register what he’s even looking at.

“... Huh.”

His fingers curl around it automatically, thumb brushing along the edge of the cards like muscle memory kicking in before anything else does. There’s a quiet pause where he just… Stands there, staring at it. For a second, it pulls something up– the heat of the arena lights, the weight of eyes on him, the familiar snap of cards hitting the field, dinosaurs towering proudly where they shouldn’t exist. Loud. Certain. Simple.

… It fades just as quickly.

Then his gaze shifts back up, eyes narrowing slightly– not exactly suspicious, but recalibrating.

“You always tell people what to do like that?” he mutters, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards faintly. There’s no actual bite to it. If anything, it sounds more like he’s stalling. His eyes flick back down to the deck, thumb tapping lightly against the side of it. “... Or am I just getting bossed around as a personal privilege?"

He exhales slowly, shoulders dropping a fraction. “... I wasn’t that tired.” He adds, quieter this time. The lie doesn’t land as clean as he wanted. His grip on the deck tightens just a fraction, like he’s anchoring himself to something familiar he thought he’d misplaced. “I just… I needed a minute.”

There’s another brief pause.

“... Thanks.”

Rex doesn’t move right away.

He’s already positioned there– leaned back against the side of the building, comfortable, like he’s part of it. One shoulder sits pressed into worn brick, boots scuffing faintly against the cracked pavement. The streetlight above flickers once, catching on the edge of his beanie before settling again, its weak glow drawing a slow orbit of moths that tap lightly against the glass. A loose scrap of paper skitters down the street with the breeze, dragging along the curb before disappearing into shadow. It’s the kind of quiet that doesn’t expect anyone else to be around disrupting it.

“... Yeah, that tracks.” He mutters, shoulders lifting in a light shrug like it’s not the first time someone’s said that to him. 

His gaze shifts over after a second, taking Ryou in without much urgency. Recognition flickers briefly across his face– faint, not completely emphasized. He’s seen them before, but can’t really recall if they’ve spoken.

“Didn’t mean to jumpscare you.” He adds, his voice low and casual. Not apologetic, just stating a fact.

He straightens slightly, pushing off the wall with a quiet shift. “... You usually out this late? Didn’t exactly peg you for a late-night type.” Rex asks, tilting his head just a fraction.

Rex just stares at him for a second, expression completely flat.

"... That's not better." He mutters, tone blunt as ever. "If anything, that's significantly worse."

He shifts his weight, arms crossing loosely as his gaze narrows just a fraction. Not judgmental, just... Locking in. The typical sarcasm doesn't disappear, but it dulls around the edges, setting it off to the side a little instead of hiding behind it.

"You gonna keep calling it 'bad vibes'," he adds, tilting his head slightly. "... Or are we actually talking about this?"

The rooftop hums softly under him, gravel shifting faintly beneath his boots as Rex leans back against the low ledge. The city stretches out in thin streaks of gold and neon, distant traffic smearing into quiet lines of movement that don't ask anything from him. His acoustic guitar rests nearby, propped like it's waiting its turn, untouched. The vape pen glows briefly between his fingers before the smoke drifts out and away, thinning into the night air like it has somewhere better to be.

Rex sits on the edge of a rooftop, one leg dangling, the other propped up. The city hums below him, distant and irrelevant. He takes a slow pull from his vape pen, the faint glow lighting his face before he exhales a white cloud into the night.

"Probably should be doing something productive."

He doesn't move. Just stares half-lidded towards the smoke as it drifts away into the warm air.

"... Seems optional at this point."

Rex sits stretched out across a worn park bench, one arm slung over the backrest while the other loosely holds a half-full cup of coffee between his fingers. He takes a slow sip, eyes half-lidded in a way that looks a little too satisfied for someone who's supposedly just "out for a walk." The corners of his mouth tug upward, subtle but unmistakable, like he's holding onto something he has absolutely no intention of explaining.

"... Yeah."

A quiet, amused exhale follows. Almost a laugh.

"I think I'm having a better day than most."

Like this for a random starter, maybe?