//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. 🔁💗

🔮Safira@gentler3aper.bsky.social · 2y ago

💚"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱-𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔯, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯." 💜 - An African reaper with a lot of love and a lot of time on his hands- 👻 #OCRP #MVRP #SFWRP🌼 🔁💜

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

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ALT: a woman wearing a red sweater and a black vest

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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."

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝟛𝟚𝟟𝟚@thereagent.bsky.social · 2y ago

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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.

Tomio Yoshioka ♱ 吉岡富夫@witheringdatura.bsky.social · last yr.

“Is that so?” he mused. “I didn’t know that so many people go missing then, if it’s related.” Tomio doesn’t quite understand the point of a cold case carrying over, but he figures that’s one of the many reasons he shouldn’t go into that field of business, especially+

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?"

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖞 𝕷𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖗@lucylacemaker.bsky.social · last yr.

"Oh…I already know who you're talking about. The detective. Interesting taste. Can’t say I share the same…affections."

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."

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖞 𝕷𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖗@lucylacemaker.bsky.social · last yr.

"Ah…I see. A special lady…or man, perhaps? Someone you just can’t bear to let down?" He steps closer, voice softening. "A lover? A sibling? Mommy dearest? Family...always such a tender weakness."

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