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

//I just can't be bothered with a layout but I could always make a temp pinned to appease my nitpicking/perfectionist bs

//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 💀

A clatter of movement swung his attention to the wide frame of the administration desk bearing bloody fingerprints. In the silence, he heard a tense pause of breath, the pistol he carried slowly lowering.

"It's okay, you can come out," his voice attempted quiet assurance, "I just want to talk..."

[ #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.

//I know, it's kinda discouraging but rp is one of those hobbies that takes persistence and patience 💧 hopefully things will pick up for us small/dead fandom roleplayers and more interest will spark! You're always welcome to interact with Joseph btw 🤝

//OH SHIT HERE THEY COME 😭😂 I'm assuming ppl here are just as cat brained as me lmao

//pspsps 🤲

A tap on his window startled the detective, wooden chair creaking as he leaned an elbow on the armrest to make out the [reader's] form behind the curtain. Opposing hand grazed his firearm while he sipped from his mug.

"I'm not inviting you in, and I'm obviously off the clock. How did you find me?"

"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 👍