ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔰𝔬 ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔒𝔥 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡, 𝔬𝔥 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔑𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢, 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢, ℑ'𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱. #MVRP | #OCRP

//I think Joseph has hallucinations tbh

Did I really— ( cue an exasperated compress of lips, features taut as unfocused eyes peered toward the...shape. ) That's kind of you, uh. ( gloved hands moved to grasp the frames, silently debating if he should risk sounding out of his mind with an explanation. ) I...had to remove them. Thanks.

👻[Info in old pin]🔮 💜𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢. 𝔚𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩.💜 Come into the "haunted" manor. A sweet smile and welcoming arms. Do not fear the reaper. 🔁💗

Lost my glasses and my will to live.

//oughh...the freckles I'm not sorry

Ten minutes, hours, the only guide in his attempt to follow the situation was his journal. Beacon was an isolated incident, subliminally constructed and gruesome, but the unfamiliar streets, the carnage, looked no different. The artwork, though. "Bad time to promote yourself..." a humorless mutter.

//I was leaning toward making a Stefano but I'll make a Sebastian sometime methinks 👀 gahh I need to replay tew2

//what if I make a Sebastian or a Stefano what then

That's what you get for 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 Ada Wong. 💋: Not new to verse 💋: MV and OC welcome 💋: MDNI || (N)SFW for mature and triggering themes. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ/ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴅᴀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ❤︎ and repost! [ #BSkyRP][ #MVRP ][ #RERP ][ #DBDRP] Penned by #VforVixen

I'm fine with nothing making sense, actually. I'm...even moderately okay with every piece of evidence in my journal looking like the ravings of a man too close to the truth, too. I spilled coffee on myself this morning and felt nothing— ( he's coping, okay, let him cope. )

//guhh why does it never align when I wanna space the tags in the center 💀

[ #mvrp #horrorrp #openrp #starterrp ] Radio chatter crackled, distantly, his cautious steps stilling with every imagined shift in the reception area of the asylum. The blood spattered scenery suggested he was in over his head without an identifiable cause to answer for so much carnage.

//pspsps 🤲

"Things make less sense after dark..." a mutter into ceramic steaming coffee aroma. Even the typed report showed cynicism, cursor blinking empty conjecture, dangling over shards of inadmissible details that left just enough cause for doubt. Enough to tie him into another maze of logic.

//I'll be pretty inactive for the weekend but hopefully I'll have a bit more time and muse for writing here afterwards 👍

"𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢. . . . 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢ß𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡."

You'd think my secondary vocation of defusing fights at dive bars and lugging Sebastian out of them would make me invulnerable...hn.

( judgmental side-eye. )

//I think Joseph has pretty much every situation handled except when the axe breaks. I mean he could handle some hand-to-hand combat but he's also not an idiot and knows Haunted have greater physical strength and will disembowel him in a blink

Panic driven senses attained calculative lucidity, shaky grasping fingers abandoning gloved purchase upon a weapon sent through too many craniums. He dropped the shattered axe and threw his weight against the door, teeth grinding at every violent lurch of the wood. Help couldn't come soon enough.

//I need to write over here more but I don't think people care about my boy 😭

With the pressure of what felt like Krimson City's entire history grinding through him to the bone at a near constant, brief distractions like this helped him regain some stability. Even if he would later sit at his desk, sifting through a sea of faces in the print of old documents and court orders.

A deep, piercing dread embedded itself within his chest cavity at the direct mention of the senior detective. How could he know who he was referring to? "You know Sebastian?" the disbelief mirrored in both tone and gradual, mind shattering bewilderment. "Dare I ask what business you had with him?"

A brow lifted at the advance of the indigo suited man, practiced calm and a trained eye for hidden hostility keeping track of the Italian—or, what he guessed of the accent. His mouth opened to answer, hesitation pressing lips thin as his jaw set into a clench at the questioning. "Not a lover, no."

//fucking god dammit I might just have to make a Seb now graajgjkhk

A strong flinch of panic swerved the detective's head to regard the artist. He hadn't expected such an entrance, let alone considered the possibility of being watched. "This is exactly the position I shouldn't be caught inebriated in, actually. Why—" an exhale, "Do you normally sneak up on people?"

I understand why Sebastian carries a flask around everywhere he goes now...

"Christ..." the soft curse contained a quivering note of distress otherwise missing on his visage, the glasses perched upon his nose plucked and brought to his gaze. They'd looked...cracked. For a second. Long enough for him to be reasonably concerned. "I'm getting rattled, too many late nights..."

#RP #MVRP #OPENRP { ARTIST } < NAME: STEFANO VALENTINI > < AGE: 32 > < HEIGHT: 5'10 > < GENDER: MALE > "Blood is my paint. And this world is the canvas."

//Joseph doesn't mind humbling himself because it's...honestly a rigged game and let's face it...an evil organization is sabotaging all levels of law enforcement and institutions, and has mental patients as test subjects So wtf can you even blame Seb for getting aggressive in the interrogation room

Ten years ago, before the veritable flood of cases forced their scrutiny, he never would've imagined being assigned one of the most involved cases to hit the district. His partner had more cause than anyone to want whoever was guilty brought to justice. The line of his lips frowned, a sigh passing.

//you didn't ask but Joseph moisturizes his elbows, blows a harmonica every morning, wears an automatic watch (a watch that is powered by movement), has an old lady neighbor who gifts him strawberry preserves/pickled stuff, and uses a cheese grater to shave his soap for efficient lathering

A moment of consideration followed with an incline of his head, briefly stunned by the utter isolation Tomio lived. No known family? Then again, one didn't always become socially secluded by choice... The times he rendered aid to witnesses, while chance, reminded him how vulnerable people could be.

The crease of his brow denoted confusion, ignoring the refused gesture to pull a journal from his pocket to read. "There's no mistake, it's why I'm here. The call was made—Friday, by hospice owners, Ms. Muniz and Ms. Nakano. They were concerned for your safety in light of the recent disappearances."

//Joseph and Ru never sleep they are too purpose driven and full of investigative interest 😭💕

Typing a field report with the occasional muscle tic under his eye. Crime never slept...and so too must he remain awake. Terrible advice, but he'd forgo common sense once in a while.

"Just a wellness check," were the words his mind relayed in a feminine lilt on the walk from his vehicle to the foliage-choked residence. The sting of misdoing never left upon making the judgment to enter—six firm knocks and stating his business, unanswered. A brief search revealed only furnishings.

//if anyone wants a starter or anything I'm happy to write one 👋

Searching for a pen since the last one ended up lodged in the iris of a Haunted in the world's most impromptu—and panic-induced—lobotomy ever performed.

//Joseph's handgun aim from what I can remember is kinda terrible at times Bro is deffo better with a rifle and axe just sayin

The situation remained inextricably hazardous the further he sought a shoddy sense of 'progression', an attempt that was transposed with derangement. Shooting pain convulsed the injured arm in fumbling the firearm from his holster, steadying his grip as the ivory-furred stranger pivoted with kicks.

All that sped through his veins was fear adrenalized by failed logic. The beings of undead deformity he was forced to flee were never too far for long. Deep-lunged breaths eased as he became aware of a presence unlike the beings stalking the grounds of the old residences. He'd take the chance...

//I use a silly amount of layers because there's a part of my brain that goes "hey that elbow you drew looks good but you should make ten layers for every slight improvement you make".....just have faith in yourself, guys 😭👍

//if anyone would like to interact I'm here with some muse 👋