@rosemagus.bsky.social Dead air roiled with an edge of intangible arrival in the space occupied by the stranger, humming, garbled, in patterns of uneven intensity. "Resilience...seems to be a trait of yours." The low hoarse syllables were closer than any danger, existence itself attaining a voice.

//throwing this out here for everyone who liked my interaction gauge post and anyone else who is interested 🤝

Scarcely had it occurred to him the other might get close enough to his research, tense observance hovering upon the visage while he wondered in silence. Metallic braces, electrode equipped, leaned empty in rust and near devices of brainwave analysis. A wheelchair was among the array of equipment.

//so perspective drawing with anatomy and objects is thinking you have the correct visualization and realizing you only have approximate lines to convey the action. I wanna feel like Stefano has his knife flourished, that's why it's difficult

Whether by accidental or intentional encounter, the man stood in his lab to observe decades of work scattered on benches and built within a chassis of sophisticated engine, the position of which loomed center, scarred lips sighing roughly from attenuated lungs. Eyes gleaming with a sharp impatience.

//hey guys, I'd love to write with horror friendly accounts if anyone's interested #horrorrp #mvrp 👋

Studious tension slowed activity preoccupied with deep calculations, a series of interruptions mechanical, rankling, though more welcome than what wandered in. Dim moons flicked to the [reader's] entrance, scarred visage withholding shock. "You've an awful sense of direction...to say the least."

//he's just a little silly /j

In a bout of chance, perhaps in defying his very nature, the draped frame of ruined linen and scarred limbs rose a hand in a stiff greeting. Nothing so cordial, the gesture, but the first move and waiting to see if the (reader) would respond, or rather, how. A terrified shriek would be appropriate.

//I still wanna write and plot if anyone's up for it, apologies for the long absence 👍

— 「𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨?」

//pinching and slapping and running myself through a combine harvester rn IS THAT RLY A STEFANO ON BSKY 😭💕

//I like my old hc of Ruben and Tatiana having staredowns at the nurses station while she's playing Solitaire (skipping her administrative duties bc fuck Mobius for torturing Krimson City 💀) and he's trying to avoid Jimenez 😭💕 She lets him hide under her desk, it's dark and safe, and he gets snacks

//this is from last year but catgirl Juli is very pride month applicable, methinks 😭💕

If only it were just malpractice and ghastly medical practices... It's also a balding idiot medical director who can't keep track of his interns...

A bemused exhale ghosted the edge of his hood from which his head inclined to regard the medic. The shrug was as resolute as any refusal and just as irritating with the asylum and his experiments close to mind. "I never thought I'd say this...to anyone," morose ash spoke slowly, as if indecisive.

The city's rampant missing persons cases aren't the real crime; no...it's my inability to get anywhere...near...this man...for scientific purposes.

//I just want Ruben to be loved all the time constantly tbh Hi I'm trying to remember how to art 👍

as fate would have it. i adopted two boys, and they grew up great. they grew up heroes. ——————————

//I'm trying to be active on Shishio even though the Samurai X verse is dead if anyone wants to interact 👋 muse is low here but I'll try to be more active soon. I'm still debating on a third TEW muse since I'm stumped on Joseph unfortunately...plus it's hard to get interactions for him 😭

//oml that's a lot of Gob and Charon shippers 😭💕 out of all the Fallout ships I didn't expect so many people to be into it but I'm glad other people enjoy it too

Distaste weighed his brow ridge, woven in like the line of sutures, unflinching with objection unvoiced by the clench of teeth, the rest of his shadowy countenance a speculative, needlelike aspect. The *reader was an anomalous presence. "It is...perilously foolish...to indulge morbid curiosity."

Loneliness confined me for years, but it taught me something...invaluable, in that long measure of derangement...and nothingness. The dead are never silent after the heart stops beating... And pain is the only stimulus with a spectrum of hope, like a blood offering of...progress.

( staring intently at the *reader for reasons extraneous to his experiments, no relation at all, nope. )

@gayvampireadam.bsky.social Equipment issues were due to visit his fevered research attempts, mechanical instability warred into the late hours by rankling desperation in an equal and opposite reaction. Lucidity fumbled and faded by the time his tattered frame left the labs, steps uneven and stiff.

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 ; 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊/𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂 ; 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 21+ ; 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 ; 𝑺𝒍𝒔 & 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 ; 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝑾/ 𝑪𝒉𝒆

⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴. ⠀ 【 #fearandhungerrp × #fungerrp ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ × #dunmeshirp × #mvrp 】 ⠀

( resumed using his screwdriver to set the panel back in its original placement, sighing hoarsely. ) My taste in music is generations behind...whatever people enjoy on the radio. Good to know vinyls are still...popular.

( listening with a furrow on his brow and a tightened jaw, a bit flustered to have the music blaring so suddenly when before it was a stream of static. ) I wonder if they sell vinyls of this music...

Ah...? I only listen to the radio...when I am called on to repair it. The instruments used in this composition are interesting.

//said the guy who can't feel textures Perfect time to drop my headcanon ig. He likes rubbing his face on things to feel textures, typically different fabrics, for some of the somatosensory information he lacks

My lips are the texture of sandpaper, and no amount of beeswax and lip scrubs will change that 🥀

“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆.” Based on "Only Lovers Left Alive" Independent Portrayal— Gay Serious/Crack- Descriptive & Literate Ships with Chem DM me for plotting & Lewd RP ↻ + ♡ More info below ⬇️

It's not enough...that my brain has to assault me, apparently. What IS that unholy orchestra— ( it's just hip hop music, calm down, Claude Debussy. )

Accumulated prediction poured neon veins of computation beneath shadowed eyelids long after the test ended, the corner of his nose raised with the curve of scarred lips in an indistinct sneer to a waste of theories. Eyes reopened with a dazed fury, utterance hoarse, "Nothing is ever truly constant."

"Break my back ten ways" is the fashion sense these days...hn.

//he truly will never be ready for pumps but he can still look fabulous in other ways

How does anyone walk in these shoes...without shattering every bone like an Olympic sport accident? The heel is about as sturdy as a toothpick. ( examined a pair of Louboutin pumps from a cautious crouch, distance maintained between him and the designer shoes like they were deadly test material. )

//anyone else disappointed the RE9 trailer didn't use nuclear radiation as an environmental hazard in the ruins of Raccoon City? Capcom could've made an irradiated Raccoon City Interesting without being too Fallout-like and adapt infected enemies to a new subset (like what they did with mutamycete)

//I don't have anything new and it IS pride month so here's that glittery drag Ruben I mentioned 🧠💅 and I've got a couple old drawings of the murder husbands (Rufano) and a beloved Ruben/Philip being adorable (Ruben/Herman probably makes more sense now that I know more about DBD characters tbh)

//I want to be angsty about Ru but I can't take him seriously when I see his little fluffy ears in the corner 😭😭

Head resting limply forward, consciousness still a precarious concept after severing the entangling processes of STEM. No bleeding trickled from nostrils this time, breaths stilted by the inner flinching of lungs. He'd almost felt whole, then. "It's not enough, but more than...what I'll ever be..."

//I should've added my verses page by now but when I do I'll add the cult AU and RE8 verse in there, too I have another concept for Cadou infected Ruben in advanced stages of symbiosis but I don't like how they look. If I get the right design I'll post them but for now, I'll just post these two

//casting this into the void but I have an AU for Ruben that I've been desperately wanting to write for going on a decade now Instead of Ruben being locked in a basement, Ernesto went behind Beatriz's back and left Ruben in the "care" of the local cult, so he was raised by a convent, in a sense