I FEEL CRAZY.

Sun, 18 Sep 2016 14:05:10 +0200

_{ROUGH TOUCH MEME | CLOSED}

_{8: My muse grips @antlerbrain hips.}

_{there was BLOOD on will graham’s face. some of it was his, some of it was hannibal’s. he could no longer tell the DIFFERENCE. the crimson drops slipping from the doctor’s lips to land on the other man’s cheek blended so well with his friend’s ( his BEST friend’s ) own. it carried the same SHADE , the same WEIGHT , the same PAIN as if it was his own. hannibal hovered over will graham’s mangled body & forgot for a short moment WHO WAS WHO. the lines dividing them both had BLURRED beyond the psychiatrist’s predictions. under all that blood will graham looked an awful like lecter’s REFLECTION … & vice versa.

how had it come to this ? to the point in which hannibal thirsted to DESTROY the only piece of himself that grew independently & detached from his body ? will graham was FAMILY. they had had a DAUGHTER together. but her upbringing had been DOOMED from the start due to her UNCONVENTIONAL rebirth. nowadays hannibal both thirsted to PLEASE will & TORTURE him. to aid him in his GROWTH & in his SELF-DESTRUCTION. this was L O V E … in its’ own special way. UNSTABLE enough to encourage hannibal to CRUSH his favorite patient’s bone structure but wrapped in such raw TENDERNESS that it kept hannibal from KILLING him.

two large hands still stained with the other’s blood now clasped the skull of the man laying beneath him. it wasn’t a harsh gesture, ON THE CONTRARY , it was quite careful. DELICATE even; as if holding the most precious of NEWBORNS between his palms. they had been doing nothing but breathing erratically for the last few minutes , exhausted from the FEROCIOUS fight which had just erupted within his kitchen. LECTER HAD HIM. he could SHATTER that boy’s cranium between his jaws & no one would know it. one bite & it would be all over, his disguise covered, will’s misery FINISHED at last … but what would be the FUN in that? WHO else could fully appreciate hannibal & his doings if not will graham ?

❛ rest. ❜ will grunted & moved, one last attempt at getting up that was quickly DENIED by the doctor’s unforgiving grip on the other’s hips. he slammed them back down, putting all of his weight onto the gesture. he watched will wince in PAIN. he looked HOLY in that moment ; a MARTYR with the bloodied shades of a CARAVAGGIO. ❛ some heroic acts are better left in dreams}_____{rest now, will. and this too shall pass. ❜}

iinsanesarchive: smells like teen spirit (cover) // think up...

Fri, 16 Sep 2016 00:02:07 +0200

iinsanesarchive:

smells like teen spirit (cover) // think up anger ft malia j

tastcful: Dᴇᴀʀ Wɪʟʟ, ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪғᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏʟᴅ...

Thu, 15 Sep 2016 23:58:17 +0200

tastcful:

_{Dᴇᴀʀ Wɪʟʟ, ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪғᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏʟᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇs ʜᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs. Sᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ I ғᴇᴀʀ Jᴀᴄᴋ Cʀᴀᴡғᴏʀᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ. I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴘ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅs ᴏᴘᴇɴ. Iᴛ’s ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss ɪs ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ.}

wickedastardly: It undermines your ability to think...

Thu, 15 Sep 2016 15:48:26 +0200

wickedastardly:

It undermines your ability to think rationally.

@tastcful. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳthere’s the WICKEDNESS OF THE MURDERS, & then there’s the...

Thu, 15 Sep 2016 11:49:04 +0200

_{@tastcful. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{there’s the WICKEDNESS OF THE MURDERS, & then there’s the psychological torture. the CHESAPEAKE RIPPER wields both with the skill of an artist… & will graham was his MASTERPIECE. masks have FINALLY FALLEN, veils of camouflaged identity dropped for his DREADFUL REALIZATION. how blind he was, how tolerant… all in the name of FRIENDSHIP. & how blind the others remain in the face of INNOCENT GALLANTRY. let the ripper invite them to his parties. let them devour his food. let them unknowingly take part in HIS LATEST KILL’S disposal. they’ll learn to LIVE WITH THE TRUTH like he does ––––––––––he’s still waiting for the APPROPRIATE REPULSION to strike. body motionless when he stares back at the visitor; oblivious of the cold bars that yet STAND BETWEEN THEM: defiance pouring from his every breath. ❛ ––––––––––doctor lecter. you really didn’t have to come. ❜}

ghostling: H O R R O R . P R O M P T S “I just got back from the cemetery.” “I swear I just saw...

Thu, 15 Sep 2016 00:09:42 +0200

ghostling:

H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

"I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

"You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

"You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

"What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

"You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

"Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

"Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

"They just don’t believe like they used to…”

“I will haunt you until the end of time.”

“When’s the last time you slept?”

Wed, 14 Sep 2016 00:35:55 +0200

_{x. BASIC ANGST STARTERS.}

_{❛ if we’re talking FULL - ON nights’ rest… ❜ eyelids resolutely forced OPEN; he’s been keeping himself awake to AVOID THE DRENCHING TERROR, the sentiment of fear in its most BASIC, in its PUREST FORM. why dream when the nightmares VISIT HIM during the day? plague his every thought, TEAR HIS MIND APART? ❛ –––––––––––i’ve l o s t count. ❜}

novr:confusing reality with dreams and having false memories is just my thing

Tue, 13 Sep 2016 00:20:26 +0200

novr:

confusing reality with dreams and having false memories is just my thing

@laidre. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳhe doesn’t HOLD GRUDGES. not anymore. not now. not in hell. with...

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 22:45:24 +0200

_{@laidre. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{he doesn’t HOLD GRUDGES. not anymore. not now. not in hell. with DECAYED HUMANITY on the verge of self-decimation, the few unscathed need to rely on SOLIDARITY. self-defence is as relevant a tool as ever; perhaps MORE, even. muddy fingers dab at the burning temple from where her BLOW STRUCK, free hand held up in silent SURRENDER. the modern version of a white flag. ❛ ––––––––––i preferred the dead when they were… ACTUALLY DEAD. you know? ❜}

@byersbcy. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ❛ kid, if you have a STRONG STOMACH & would like to make a...

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 22:30:28 +0200

_{@byersbcy. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛ kid, if you have a STRONG STOMACH & would like to make a dollar… ❜ they’ve never needed OUTSIDE ASSISTANCE. jack crawford always sees to that. but special occurrences require he MAKES AN EXCEPTION & goes behind jack’s back. details matter. they do tho him, at least. ❛ ––––––––––i’d like to BORROW you & your camera. it won’t be long. ––––– for a CRIME SCENE. ❜}

@ofmanifest. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ❛ for the sake of this INVESTIGATION… ❜ ...

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 22:15:27 +0200

_{@ofmanifest. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛ for the sake of this INVESTIGATION… ❜ uncharacteristic show of PATIENCE for the case at hand & the witnesses he’s been assigned with PROVING INNOCENT OR GUILTY. perhaps it is due to the special interest he’s DEVOTING to the gruesomeness of the murder; or perhaps to the curious fascination he DIRECTS the suspects. either way, it’s refreshing. ❛ ––––––––––let’s start over FROM THE BEGINNING, shall we? september seventh. four pm. what were you doing & where, mister wallace? ❜}

@immiineo. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ❛ this is a lecture on PSYCHOANALYSIS. ❜ eye-contact...

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 22:03:07 +0200

_{@immiineo. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛ this is a lecture on PSYCHOANALYSIS. ❜ eye-contact avoided AT ALL COSTS when he opens his briefcase, folders of CURRENT CASE spread methodically on his desk. not the students’ regular type of forensic class, but even kids’ insight might PROVE USEFUL, with the chesapeake ripper. ❛ ––––––––––are you sure you’re in the RIGHT CLASSROOM? ❜}

@etrefaux. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ❛ how long have you & doctor lecter KNOWN EACH OTHER? ❜ ...

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 21:45:25 +0200

_{@etrefaux. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛ how long have you & doctor lecter KNOWN EACH OTHER? ❜ gentle, soft tone of his voice echoes in the SMALL SHOP, genuine interest pronounced in his QUESTIONING. the fascination for one he considers FRIEND remains as strong as ever; if not stronger. ❛ ––––––––––he speaks very HIGHLY of you. & of your bakery. ❜}

@astrosci. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ❛ have you ever experienced it? ❜ heavy sigh escapes...

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 21:30:24 +0200

_{@astrosci. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛ have you ever experienced it? ❜ heavy sigh escapes PARTED LIPS, as if to unburden his body from the VISIONS he carries with him everywhere, all the time. ❛ the GNAWING FEELING that your mind is dissociating from reality? the HELPLESS REALIZATION that you’re losing touch on your surroundings? ❜ it’s an odd confession. & an odder HOPE even. ❛ ––––––––––the desperate wish to WAKE UP when you’re not dreaming… ❜}

@boozelegger. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ❛ business?? ❜ the chuckle’s LOW; choked, almost, but...

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 21:15:25 +0200

_{@boozelegger. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛ business?? ❜ the chuckle’s LOW; choked, almost, but be it the DRINK HELD BY GRACEFUL DIGITS or the lingering state of bitterness he doesn’t seem to EVER SHY AWAY FROM, the irony of the situation calls for a drop of DARK HUMOR. ❛ i’m in a… very special KIND OF BUSINESS. ❜ will graham doesn’t DRINK. nothing but coffee. or water. let this occurrence be a ONE - TIME - ONLY DEAL. ❛ ––––––––––i’m in the SERIAL KILLER business. ❜}

@reactoring. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ❛ oh, it doesn’t matter WHO YOU ARE… ❜ fists...

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 21:01:12 +0200

_{@reactoring. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ}

_{❛ oh, it doesn’t matter WHO YOU ARE… ❜ fists tucked SAFELY inside jacket pocket, his head will jerk to the side. ❛ obstruction of criminal investigations will get you that BAD PUBLICITY you’re trying to avoid. we’ll keep this as DISCREET as possible ––––– trust me, that’s in everyone’s best interest ––––– but i’m going to need UNLIMITED ACCESS to stark industries’ surveillance feed from september ninth. ❜}

like for a starter u baes. • ◡•

Sun, 11 Sep 2016 23:45:47 +0200

_{like for a starter u baes. • ◡•}

sungl0ry: “It’s dark on the other side and madness is waiting.”

Sun, 11 Sep 2016 23:01:26 +0200

sungl0ry:

“It’s dark on the other side and madness is waiting.”

graham had a lot of trouble with taste. often, his...

Sun, 11 Sep 2016 22:15:44 +0200

_{graham had a lot of trouble with taste. often, his thoughts were not tasty. there were no effective partitions in his mind. what he saw & learned touched everything else he knew. some of the combinations were hard to live with. but he could not anticipate them, could not block & repress. his learned values of decency & propriety tagged along, shocked at his associations, appalled at his dreams; sorry that in the bone arena of his skull, there were no forts for what he loved. his associations came at the speed of light. his value judgments were at the pace of a responsive reading. they could never keep up & direct his thinking. HE VIEWED HIS OWN MENTALITY AS GROTESQUE BUT USEFUL, LIKE A CHAIR MADE OF ANTLERS. there was nothing he could do about it.}

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.”

Sun, 11 Sep 2016 19:21:48 +0200