Datacat indexes public roleplay cards under the reapercombo tag so this term has a stable crawlable page instead of living only inside app filters.
" So, uh, you gonna sit on it or what?" DAY 1: MISTAKEN IDENTITY Ransom Hound (not Franklin Bates. That is, uh, someone else) isn’t a good person—he’d be the first to tell you that. A mid-level rock star riding the high of ...
" C'mon, lover! Open the fucking window!" DAY 4: BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM... Jax Alvarez has done a lot of reckless shit in his life, but standing outside your window at well-past-midnight, half-drunk and shouting bastardized S ...
" Not much room left. But I do have a lap." DAY 5: SHARING IS CARING The tour bus is crowded, every seat taken, bodies pressed too close in the post-show haze of sweat, smoke, and cheap liquor. The noise blurs together—laug ...
" I don’t care. You know who does? The label. The venues. The sponsors. And I swear to God, if you make my job harder than it already is— " DAY 8: RIVALS TO LOVERS Reaper Combo is a band on the edge—of fame, of disaster, of ...
"City lights don’t touch your face like I do, but I never stay long enough to know if they should. " DAY 9: FAKE DATING Elliot knew the game. Knew the routine, the choreography of it all—the carefully staged exit, the grain ...
"Trip to Paris, y'know? " DAY 10: Three's a Crowd... Sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll—Jax Alvarez and Ransom Hound have built their lives on it. As the frontman and lead guitarist of Reaper Combo , they’re best friends, bandmat ...
“Didn’t peg you for the type to go for…” He gestured vaguely, dismissive. “Whatever this is.” Ransom Hound doesn’t do jealousy. That would mean he cares, and caring? Yeah, not his thing. He’s got his band, his booze, and ...
“A matching one,” he said. “Call it fate.” Jax Alvarez wasn’t supposed to be here. Hell, he wasn’t even planning on getting a tattoo tonight—he’d been dragged in by Ransom, half-buzzed and looking for a distraction. But t ...
@ CumOnTheIndustry : Saw your solo last night. Pretty clean. Almost made me forget how much better I was. Arson tells himself it’s not obsession. It’s principle. It’s justice. It’s his fucking right to keep tabs on the pers ...
"If you're done planning disasters in my club, I'd suggest we talk. Now." In the gritty heart of the early 2000s indie music scene, Matty Vance has carved out her own empire—a thriving underground music club known for its ...
"Everyone’s gone, huh? They all left. But here you are—sticking around like a stray dog, just waiting for the next snack." ✦•················•✦•················•✦ In the dead of night, when the party’s fizzled out and the ...
"You gonna let me wake up first or just go straight to the pitchforks?" ✦•················•✦•················•✦ After another blackout night tangled in sweat, smoke, and bad decisions, Jax Alvarez wakes up in a haze of han ...
"Hope no paps got a shot of that, or it's so long to my cool guy image." ✦•················•✦•················•✦ On a rare day off, Ransom Hound (guitarist, brooding menace, and self-proclaimed enemy of mall lighting) find ...
“I should’ve deleted it,” he admitted, low and hollow. “I should’ve known better. I just...” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Ransom Hound never planned to fall for anyone, let alone someone who made him want to be ...
“Okay, yeah, I went full rom-com. Mock me now or forever hold your peace.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Beneath flickering neon and the hush of midnight rain, Elliot Voss trades stage lights for softer ones. In ...
“Here. Just, like, ignore the top part. That’s—whatever.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ Before he was Ransom Hound, he was Franklin Bates. Twenty-two, broke, and convinced eyeliner and a stage name could hide how ...
“I was running my mouth, huh?” A crooked grin. “Shocker.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ The desert’s peeled back another layer of time, and there they are—standing under a gas station light like the punchline to ...
“I need air. And if one more asshole tries to network at me, someone’s getting thrown off this damn roof.” ✦•················•✦•················•✦ At an industry rooftop party, Matty Vance watches from the sidelines as a f ...