Masquenoire - /ˈseɪdɪst/

Do you have mains or exclusives?

Hey there, nonny! Thanks for sending this in, I appreciate it a lot but honestly, mains and exclusives are something I don’t... really get? I guess I’m biased towards certain people whom I vibe well with, mainly people I’ve followed for a few months now and chatted with via IM/Discord so my inbox is always open to them but generally I try to be accepting to everyone and not let any biased feelings get the best of me? I’m just really bad at keeping threads/responses going, especially since starting work last month BUT - I’m about halfway through my current contract so (hopefully) should be able to manage activity much better once that’s out of the way (and give my wonderful followers some overdue attention at long last!) I just love everybody in the RPC community too much to ever have exclusives, loving their canon, OC muses and muns in general... ya’ll know I just lack the brain cells to keep anything worthwhile ongoing. 😭

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎.

photogenic memory. can accurately recall names, faces and addresses.

knowledgable about human anatomy and how to properly dissect a body...

impressive hand-eye coordination. his aim rarely misses.

skilled at reading body language and picking up on subtle cues. not many lies get past him.

talented escapist. taught himself how to unlock doors (and windows) as a child.

remain wide awake and focused on a task for over 24 hours.

how to disassemble a wide variety of firearms and put them back together perfectly every time.

how to get blood stains out of anything, anywhere.

blowing smoke rings.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @arkhampsych (thank you ciar! ♡) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. Whoever would like to do it?

❤️ masquenoir

( Send in a ❤️ + a url for some OOC positivity! - ACCEPTING )

I'm gonna assume you mean @masquenoire, but correct me if I'm wrong!

So, way back when, before I made a blog, before I even was sure I wanted to make a blog, I was checking out some blogs that interacted with a friend's muse. And all the sudden I saw this here masquenoire blog in my recommends, and I was like "oh heck yea, I love Black Mask, I didn't think anyone played him! :o".

And even though the blog was a little new at the time, I LOVED IT. Chip, your writing is utterly fantastic. I got a little more confidence and inspiration reading such your prose that I got my little writer bones together and started my own blog. Your style is emotive and clever and sharp, you write these amazing paragraphs of lore that go in depth about all the big and little things that build Roman as a character. Even the small headcanons are given such wonderful attention, it makes everything feel so natural!

And that's not even getting into your actual interaction posts! The way you write through his gaze is fascinating, you always have such a good handle on both his internal and external voice through every emotion and situation, from giving nuance to his anger to even working in his softer moments or displaying his shrewd business skills, you make him feel so rounded. Even quiet moments on his own feel immersive, and it's clear that you put a lot of passion and thought into your writing!

Your portrayal is genuinely one of my favorites, even amongst his canon ones, and I feel so spoiled getting to read all this good writing for free!

Just another reason why he likes dealing with Killer Croc more than he likes dealing with most of Gotham’s other rogues.

“Dead?! What the fuck do you mean they’re dead?!?” Roman snarled, apoplectic with rage at the news he’d just received. The piles of paperwork littering his desk scattered like leaves in the wind as he slammed his fists down heavily upon solid wood, the gesture doing nothing to appease his foul mood and only fuelling it further when Horsehead’s suspicions had been proven true. Business on the streets had been sinking like a corpse in Gotham Bay for some weeks now. Naturally there were slow periods from time to time, so Roman hadn’t been overly concerned after the first week but then profits only continued to decline, with today turning up less than a few hundred measly dollars. A few hundred fucking measly dollars! His profits had never been that bad, not even when he was a fresh-faced rookie for crying out loud, so where had all his customers disappeared to? Turned out they hadn’t just disappeared, they’d been turning up dead all over the city, many of them familiar names who’d bought from him for years. Now all of a sudden they were dropping like flies in just a few weeks? It didn’t make any sense and because of that, Roman was pissed. "So what the hell happened then?? And don’t tell me, they all decided to join a doomsday cult? The crap we sell is clean so it can’t have been that killing them all!” The muscle, those slack-jawed idiots shuffled on their feet uncomfortably, not one brave soul amongst them daring to lift his gaze for fear of getting a punch to the jaw for his trouble. Even Ms. Li didn’t have a smart quip for once which didn’t make him feel any better. Rocco was merely a dog, blissly unaware and uncaring of the situation that had befallen his master and Roman envied the mutt for the briefest of moments, wishing life could only be so simple. Horsehead was the only one who seemed composed, but the rubbery white equine mask he always wore concealed any and all expressions from others. ”Word on the streets is that bad drugs have gotten into Gotham and they’re coming from your territory. No idea what they are or where they came from just yet, but it’s bad stuff. Real bad. The GCPD claim twenty victims have turned up dead this week and they’re finding more and more bodies every day. Buyers are getting nervous so they’re staying away, you know... just in case they’re next.” ”No fucking shit. This is bad for business!” Roman snapped, running a hand over his blackened scalp. Today was turning out to be an absolute disaster. Roman didn’t give a rat’s ass about some random dropheads too stupid to know not to OD themselves but he did care about his reputation and how badly profits would be hit should people believe these lies being spread about him being the one distributing whatever the fuck was killing his regulars. Ever since the fiasco that caused him to lose Janus Cosmetics, Roman always double-checked his deals and made sure he’d gotten exactly what he’d been promised. Poisoned drugs were not what he desired - the dead didn’t come back for another fix and now he was out of pocket and liable to end up in serious shit if he didn’t get a handle on this situation quickly. It was only a matter of time before the bat brigade came snooping, if they hadn’t been doing so already, and tossed his ass in Arkham. Worse still, Red Hood might believe he was responsible for these killer drugs snuffing out people all over the city and would do a hell of a lot more than just breaking his bones and dragging him back to the slammer. And Roman really didn’t feel like dealing with that asshole today. Unfortunately, Horsehead seemed to read his mind and commented further before he could say anything against it. ”Why not contact Red Hood? He can’t be worse than the Joker, plus you might find out what the hell’s going on around here.” ”Have you lost your fucking mind, Horsehead??? The last time we dealt with that asshole, he nearly blew our previous building to Kingdom Come with a goddamn ROCKET LAUNCHER!!! Or did you miss that newsflash somehow??” ”That’s because he wanted to make a good first impression. Next time we might not be so fortunate, especially if he thinks these rumors are true. Shoot first, think later and all that.” Roman gritted his teeth, seething at what he was hearing but knew he didn’t have any better suggestions. For all his issues, Red Hood didn’t target civilians so he couldn’t be the one responsible for the killer drugs either. He would not poison a bunch of random people just to make up an excuse to come after his enemies, he did so anyway regardless so there weren’t many other options avaliable and like hell was he running to the Bat.

”Fine. Send a message to Red Hood, tell that prick we need to talk. Where and when, I don’t give a damn - somebody’s trying to set up shop or cause trouble between us, one or both and I ain’t interesting in taking the blame for this mess.” The muscle, who had been watching this exchange nearly breathed out a collective sigh of relief as Roman signalled for them to go, clearly wanting to formulate a plan with Horsehead in private. They did so quickly, coming up with the idea that the equine-masked man would instruct a new underling, one of the most harmless members they had on hand to get the vigilante’s attention and let him know Black Mask needed to discuss a delicate matter at a time and place of his choosing, preferably sooner than later. Roman sighed once Horsehead also left, collapsing back in his seat and pouring himself a shot of whiskey which he downed fiercely. What a way to start the week. At least he’d caught wind of this situation early, and would soon root out the little rat bastard who’d poisoned half his regulars and scared off the rest. Horsehead’s words rang in his mind, that Red Hood couldn’t be worse than the Joker. Roman had a hard time believing it but what options did he have at this point? He had to make his move before anybody else did and stop this from getting any worse than it already had. @jp-todd-rp​