#self rp.

[mystalwartheart]

Heard a rumor the FBI's poking around Raccoon City again...Not that they told me, of course.

You, uh, wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you...?

Starter call for @gentlehousenicole

[quarrytm]

#quarrytm.   independent & selective multi muse featuring muses from s.upermassive’s the q.uarry. written by ash / they them / 26. do not follow / interact if you are under 21. dark themes are present and mostly untagged. 

[dumptykey]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. It was here, nearly a decade ago, where his abuser hired goons to kidnap him. Yes, back then he ran off to Europe with Tsuk.asa in what he believed was their attempt to find his father. His abuser– his stepfather –had every reason to try and get the youth back, but not like this– it should have never been like this.

The busker can't drag his eyes away from the elevated lookout. In the morning like this, it looks the same as it did back then. It's the view he should have remembered; not the screaming, not the panic, the thought of–

He blinks back to the present. Feeling the soft headbump of @airxn against the back of his thigh grounds him, for the moment. Iku.to doesn't look down at his small companion. He feels him brush against his leg, but notes how he does not step further than where the busker is standing.

His voice lifts above a whisper. " There's still no foot traffic here... In all these years. "

[ambitiouslyarch]

sooner or later, she knew it would catch up to her. the past never really stays in the past, and one as colored and checkered as the past she shares with the petrovsky family could never be one that would simply fade away into the background.

how long has it been since she's spoken to anyone from her adoptive family? she'd dropped any contacts connected with them, having acquired her own throughout the years. she worked hard to garner her own connections throughout the years following kit's murder death. and even before then, those who had expressed interest in her expertise outside of her father's immediate circle of influence, were kept bookmarked in her mind. contacts she could keep for herself later on. these small acts of disloyalty were nothing but insurance. an investment in her future that she knew could only exist with the molding of her own hands. whatever future she hoped to have as a petrovsky no longer suited her. they were a means to get where she really wanted to be in life. at the top of the heap with an empire of her own making.

still, nina understood they were a useful foothold in this world she clambered up. but, she had paid her loyalties in full. when she should have killed her adoptive brother, she had let him live. in shame, but alive. she still remembers as he begged for his life with her knife biting into the flesh of his throat, and his arm wrenched behind him until she heard it pop. all of it while she bled out, ebbing and ebbing until she threw him back to their father's feet.

seeing matias now with that condescending smirk and haughty gaze transports nina back to their youth. he embodies all the unpleasantness and unworthiness she had been made to feel under their father's tutelage. one that he had allowed to go on, to foster her mental fortitude, to test out whether she would give in. she forces herself to remain steely-eyed, leveling him with a tilted chin.

" i don't have all day, matias. " russian is rusty on her tongue, but she manages. " why the friendly visit ? "

[andthemouseroared]

"Hey Ash? Looks like we're getting an army of visitors next week. Thankfully it's Shy's family and not an actual invasion, but we're gonna have to mobilize all the same!"

"Oh, awesome? We should give them the locals treatment!"

"But wait...! We have, like, no space. And I'm not that good at Tetris."