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hey! I meant to post an update. I got a job bartending and I keep really odd hours. I love it. itโs a really fun job โ I have lots of crazy stories. Iโm also going to be starting testosterone and the process of getting my surgeries soon. so Iโve been doing well.
I really miss you guys though. I think about you all when Iโm on the train and add a little to the drafts I have saved. one of these days I might finally take a day off and post.
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#๐ณ๐ด๐ป๐๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฟ๐ท๐๐ด๐ฝ๐ธ๐๐ธ๐. (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐)#๐ณ๐๐๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ณ ๐ณ๐ธ๐๐๐๐ธ๐ด๐๐๐ณ๐ด. (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐)
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โKaren has avoided the B-movie clichรฉ of choosing evening as the time to explore a dangerous house. Of course real horror does not depend upon the melodrama of shadows or even the conspiracies of night.โ
โ Mark Z. Danielewski, from House of Leaves
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Bat. The Home and school reference work. v.1. 1923.
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stalk still and hidden behind a screen of dark soot, unbothered by the preyโs flailing. he can barely feel her thrashing against his own hand. his body and mind are silent โ not numb, but cold to the senses. a faint ember - like glimmer floats in the pit of one of two holes torn into the mask. shimmering orange ; it burns steadier the longer the husk goes without blinking.
he watches the little thing he caught try to make sense of whatโs happening. try to fight back. sheโs fumbling for something. her hand wanders โฆ itโs all so slow. she could be looking for a knife or gun. it wouldnโt matter. his nerves are anesthetized to any threat. a bullet, a blade โ if time brought him no urgency, what else could ?
gravel beneath them shifts as he steps in. his pale hand tightens around her jaw โ he would have thought it impossible, where does this strength come from ? โ put that away. โ a command hidden behind a most dangerously unassuming tone. the mask surfaced from the shadow, hogging what little amber light crossed to the outskirts of the lot. โ I donโt like to repeat myself, โ each word fluttered behind a shapeless frown like moths caught in a thick web. the face โ it wanted to open ; for the corpses seams to pull apart and speak on its own volition, rather than the will of its wearer.
a ghost colored shape dipped into the shadow of his charcoal coat pocket, and returned to view with a small silver contraption in its clutches. his thumb rested beside a trigger positioned at the base of a steel funnel, โ who โ โ
โ Hey. I think we have uh โฆ a problem. โ perhaps the most irritating quality to the sound calling for attention, from across the lot, was the uncertainty in its tone. that invincifying cool was beginning to grow tainted with ire. he forced his gaze forward on his little subject, hoping that the lack of attention would encourage the footfall he heard crunching gravel to turn away.
but his back burned under another set of eyes. he could feel the gunman hanging a ways back. in his periphery. like a sheep. the doctor had half the mind to turn a thick swarm of nightmares against the idiot in exchange for this interruption. Instead, he staid his grip on the trespasserโs jaw and cautiously looked over his shoulder โ just enough to suggest he was turning his attention in the direction of the hired help.
โฆ โ problem ? โ he said at last. The gunman squirmed under the sightless gaze of the doctorโs warped face, โ Yeah. โ another pause. craneโs bubbling irritation began to exude from his pinstriped form โฆ โ what problem. โ he scoffed incredulously, taking a step back from his prey and turning out to properly face the hired help.
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Motes swim between irises, these liquid-amber refractions, oozing like oil slick into the vitreous where she can feel, where itโs hot mud and grit in her brain. Straight in through the eyes. Tiny little fairies start standing up on her corneas. Watching them sway.
THUD announces the morning, Rise and die! The whole cuckoo clock comes open on her head, skull on a skewer.
โ Off-f!โ scraggly hand springing out, chips mismatched polish on the turn of a muscle, or a bone (or calcified fabric)โ Jinx slashes a fairy by accident. Cu-ckoo, cu-ckoo, cu-ckoo . . . her legs thrash at something, face numb in a needling way, barbed wires sucking marrow out her bone. The fairyโs buckling like a circus clown: amber, rust, white, green, color-shapes contort on an edge of shoulder
Wฬดฬฬอแธฅฬตฬฐฬฬ ฬอฬฝoฬทฬงฬณฬอ ฬทฬงฬชฬณฬฬฬsฬดฬญฬอฬอรฉฬถฬกฬฉฬอฬลฬตฬณฬณฬ ฬณอ tฬทฬฏฬ ฬณฬ ฬถฬฑออ
รฟฬธอฬฑฬฅรฒฬถอฬซแนตฬทฬขอฬฬ?ฬดฬฬณฬณอ and what kind of sound is that
โ Nobodโโ HURTSย ย ย donโt move
Needles in her face like the thing's looking to graft to her, slip under skin-fabric and use her for a blanket, Donโt move.
Her free hand shoves back, rabid and animal and hunting, Gun, gun, but thatโs an empty slot on her belt, it's gone. (Something like a pistol crouches in shadow by his left knee.) Fever in her fingertips, now they scratch on something bigger, rougher, Oh. Grenade.
Grenade, grenade is good, she makes to nab the pin. Tink-tink, the metal hook goes, sheโs feeling veins balloon in her face her sclera Whereโs the stupid PINโ!
(tink) There it is.
#cockblocked by shitty gunman.#a problem ? wtf did I hire you for ?#have a little window for jinx to try and break free youโd like. otherwise she can hang out and see how this conversation goes down.#nightmarefuele
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#๐ณ๐ด๐ป๐๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฟ๐ท๐๐ด๐ฝ๐ธ๐๐ธ๐. (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐)#๐ณ๐๐๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ณ ๐ณ๐ธ๐๐๐๐ธ๐ด๐๐๐ณ๐ด. (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐)
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maybe an hour had passed. the hollow patter of bare feet gently drummed from the hall. the doctorโs uninspired eyes slowly rolled from the bleeding scribbles on his desk to a doorway just barely lit by his desk lamp. a gaze numbed by time spent ruminating stalled after his guest โ looking more so like afterglow that had taken a human form before gliding across his retinaโs, in the fuzzy dark. he pressed his palm against the edge of polished wood, crane extended his arm to guide his chair back far enough for him to rise and lurk behind lee โ creeping silently from the warm ember - like glow of a well loved study to the static pitch of a void hall.
sheโd waded far enough in the dark for craneโs eyes to distinguish the smoothness of her back disappear behind a turn into the entryway, without the aid of of any lenses. presumably to retrieve one of the many blouses she necessitated enough to pack. instead of turning the corner after her, he waited. leaning back against a wall โ one foot bearing his weight in the direction of his study. he could hear her unzip her luggage, snatch up her ring of keys, speak to herself ; a flutter of hushed words charting her cognition.
tepid curiosity peeled the doctor from the wall. in a few relaxed steps he joined his guest in the entryway โ just in time to catch the tail of a puzzling but inconsequential phrase. โ book ? โ he repeated rhetorically, waking a square over - head light fixture with the flip of a switch โ โ you should be resting. โ
his lips couldnโt help but pull apart into a softened, though still somewhat ill - amused smile. lee readily took the tablets from his hand. her actions were likely influenced by the onset of fatigue โ that didnโt make her trust appear any less endearing.
students, patients, even a few unlucky colleagues โ all pulled away from whatever deceitfully unassuming contents waited silently in the good doctorโs palm. for all they knew, it could have been a poison. lorelai, might have been the only person to accept his offer with a smile. how easy it would have been to slip her something much less kind โฆ crane pitied his luck.
It wouldnโt have done him any good to envenom her dreams, he thought as he straightened up and turned to let her sleep in peace. his knowledge of her fears and insecurities was growing intuitive. if he wanted to threaten her, all heโd need to do was trap her โ and for that, he didnโt need the help of a drug.
he stopped at the edge of his doorway, extending an arm towards the floor to pluck lorelaiโs stained top from the ground. as he ambled down the hall, he scrubbed the discolored material between his index and thumb. crane decided that if she really missed the piece, she could buy another of its likeness โ and discarded the cloth in a trash can hiding under his sink.
the paneled walls of his study were carved to look something like a vault capturing an earlier decade in a โ newer fashion. โ gothamโs aesthetic obsession. the contemporary way was to take something archaic, such as this study, and make it appear as though itโs been transformed by obscuring itโs faults with something pitifully sheer yet pleasing to the eye โ a coat of lacquer.
crane was never particular about architecture. though despite the obvious contingency enacted by the apartmentโs designers, he felt drawn to this room in particular. no amount of light could expose its corners to the fullest. it was as though it were designed to trap shadows as an organic contour. it felt like a good place to keep secrets. ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ
a quiet place to develop his work โ or, observing the unintelligible scribbles that crawled ceaselessly from page to weathered page of his notes, one might think the doctor languished there intermittently after his research ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ him. craneโs sleek briefcase slid over a few papers, pushing their corners flat against themselves as they were pressed into the deskโs glass top. a swivel chairโs mahogany seat huffed as he settled into it, gripping itโs arms and dragging it beneath himself so he could sit closer to a collection of notes that laid like a scattered pile of fallen leaves. his fingertips fell onto one of them, pressing idly on the dry paper. his palm hovered just above an almost rorschachian shape that looked more like it were carved into the paper than illustrated โ a small tear at its center serving as evidence of the aggresivity with which it was scribbled.
his eyes trailed after a line of spidery characters that crawled across two sheets without care for their margins. at the corner of one page the letters quickly unraveled into a violent dash that twisted into an anguished face. he stared expectantly, as though he anticipated it to speak. no words came to mind. the wraithโs jaw hung open, taunting him with its silence.
the doctor licked his lips and tossed his glasses onto the desk, slumping back into the chair as drew in a sharp inhale through his nose. ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด. too lucid to approach the subconsciousโ insight of itself. too pressed for time to examine his outlet with a composed lens. he smiled inwardly and pulled out a pen from behind the lapel of his suit. he and his former patient were trapped under the most ironic of circumstances :
one subject elusive enough to escape time and physical barriers, suddenly faced with a dead end sheโs unable to phase - through. another, unaffected by moral predicaments and bound by clinical thought hesitating to follow through with a simple order that would reward him with the realization of a life - long goal, in favor or satisfying an impulsive whim to exact revenge.
the solution to this predicament was simple. it was he complicating the situation over a personal complex. ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ. he couldโve debated to no end whether he refused to turn lorelai in because he resented the idea of waller having her way, or if heโd encountered a truly unexpected impasse โ his eyes drifted down to the writing tool in his hands. his left thumb and index finger rotating the bottom half of the penโs dark green exoskeleton back and forth. after a minute or two the doctor relented. jutting out his jaw and sounding his incredulity with a bitter scoff โ he hadnโt made up his mind to defy wallerโs terms until after the fugitiveโs lips crossed his own.
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Crow. Corvus clericus. Museum Carlsonianum. 1786.
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a painted metal door opened. worn stickers and rust turning out towards a damp alleyway. dissonant music followed a strange pair ; a man, set apart from the avant - garde enclave in which he determined to lurk by his drab attire leading a stranger, with an odd bearing, by the elbow. โ ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ? ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ? โ a vapor followed her voice. the street grew cold after the sun had set, falling deeper into the turning of a season. โ yes. thatโs how it begins. โ he affirmed thinly before stopping beside a long wooden crate, conveniently turned over to serve as a bench โ โ here. โ he bid under his breath, eyes straying after a couple that passed them in the dark. though they staggered and chuckled drunkenly down the opposite end of the road, suspicion wrung the manโs pupils into fine holes. ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ.
a thought that bleeds like a cool black poison over the fleshy folds pressing against the cranium, pooling around the occipital, before departing in an agonizingly slow drip down the spine and into the blood. ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต. starting with the anticipation that comes of spooning white powder onto the fingertip and dragging it down the crease of the tongue โ or when the pin - point of a needle presses against a shivering vein. the poison is fear. ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ณ. he looked down at his subject and buried his hands deep in his coat pockets to hide them from the cold. it looked as though the feeling might soon pass from the mind to the body. he hoped she wouldnโt scream โ she didnโt seem the type. โ the striatum is tantalized by the thought of what places a substance or poor decision might take one โ โ he began to explain as though he were standing before a class and not on a swampy side - street, โ this is why many associate a thrill with risk - taking behavior. โ the cornerโs of his lips curled, โ โฆ I didnโt catch your name. โ / @strangercrime.
#๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ต๐ด๐๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ป ๐พ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ. (๐๐ ๐๐๐)#strangercrime#drugs cw#(sent by lis)
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CILLIAN MURPHY AS JONATHAN CRANE / SCARECROW IN โBATMAN BEGINS โ(2005)
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his lips couldnโt help but pull apart into a softened, though still somewhat ill - amused smile. lee readily took the tablets from his hand. her actions were likely influenced by the onset of fatigue โ that didnโt make her trust appear any less endearing.
students, patients, even a few unlucky colleagues โ all pulled away from whatever deceitfully unassuming contents waited silently in the good doctorโs palm. for all they knew, it could have been a poison. lorelai, might have been the only person to accept his offer with a smile. how easy it would have been to slip her something much less kind โฆ crane pitied his luck.
It wouldnโt have done him any good to envenom her dreams, he thought as he straightened up and turned to let her sleep in peace. his knowledge of her fears and insecurities was growing intuitive. if he wanted to threaten her, all heโd need to do was trap her โ and for that, he didnโt need the help of a drug.
he stopped at the edge of his doorway, extending an arm towards the floor to pluck lorelaiโs stained top from the ground. as he ambled down the hall, he scrubbed the discolored material between his index and thumb. crane decided that if she really missed the piece, she could buy another of its likeness โ and discarded the cloth in a trash can hiding under his sink.
the paneled walls of his study were carved to look something like a vault capturing an earlier decade in a โ newer fashion. โ gothamโs aesthetic obsession. the contemporary way was to take something archaic, such as this study, and make it appear as though itโs been transformed by obscuring itโs faults with something pitifully sheer yet pleasing to the eye โ a coat of lacquer.
crane was never particular about architecture. though despite the obvious contingency enacted by the apartmentโs designers, he felt drawn to this room in particular. no amount of light could expose its corners to the fullest. it was as though it were designed to trap shadows as an organic contour. it felt like a good place to keep secrets. ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ
a quiet place to develop his work โ or, observing the unintelligible scribbles that crawled ceaselessly from page to weathered page of his notes, one might think the doctor languished there intermittently after his research ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ him. craneโs sleek briefcase slid over a few papers, pushing their corners flat against themselves as they were pressed into the deskโs glass top. a swivel chairโs mahogany seat huffed as he settled into it, gripping itโs arms and dragging it beneath himself so he could sit closer to a collection of notes that laid like a scattered pile of fallen leaves. his fingertips fell onto one of them, pressing idly on the dry paper. his palm hovered just above an almost rorschachian shape that looked more like it were carved into the paper than illustrated โ a small tear at its center serving as evidence of the aggresivity with which it was scribbled.
his eyes trailed after a line of spidery characters that crawled across two sheets without care for their margins. at the corner of one page the letters quickly unraveled into a violent dash that twisted into an anguished face. he stared expectantly, as though he anticipated it to speak. no words came to mind. the wraithโs jaw hung open, taunting him with its silence.
the doctor licked his lips and tossed his glasses onto the desk, slumping back into the chair as drew in a sharp inhale through his nose. ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด. too lucid to approach the subconsciousโ insight of itself. too pressed for time to examine his outlet with a composed lens. he smiled inwardly and pulled out a pen from behind the lapel of his suit. he and his former patient were trapped under the most ironic of circumstances :
one subject elusive enough to escape time and physical barriers, suddenly faced with a dead end sheโs unable to phase - through. another, unaffected by moral predicaments and bound by clinical thought hesitating to follow through with a simple order that would reward him with the realization of a life - long goal, in favor or satisfying an impulsive whim to exact revenge.
the solution to this predicament was simple. it was he complicating the situation over a personal complex. ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ. he couldโve debated to no end whether he refused to turn lorelai in because he resented the idea of waller having her way, or if heโd encountered a truly unexpected impasse โ his eyes drifted down to the writing tool in his hands. his left thumb and index finger rotating the bottom half of the penโs dark green exoskeleton back and forth. after a minute or two the doctor relented. jutting out his jaw and sounding his incredulity with a bitter scoff โ he hadnโt made up his mind to defy wallerโs terms until after the fugitiveโs lips crossed his own.
in a drawer beside the sink were several folded, unused, hand towels. tag still intact. crane plucked the plastic anchor fastening the corners of the stack together and tossed them to the ground. they fell, spread out of the mess lorelai made, slowly sapping up dark caffeine. crane tapped the tip of his polished shoe into the pile to drive it flush against the floor. heโd come back in an hour or so to properly clean the mess. right now, leeโs distress was of greater interest to him.
just as he made it to the kitchenโs entrance, lorelai stood and floated down the hall. he watched her lift her top over her head as she made a turn โ towards his room, and invite herself in. he scoffed quietly, following after her at his own apathetic pace. it was strange to watch another make themself at home in his own apartment. he couldnโt remember the last time heโd done the same.
doctor craneโs life was nearly confined within asylum walls. he lived โ flourished โ in the dark corners of inmate cells. sitting beside them, whispering under their muttering from behind a ๐๐ค๐ง๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ face. some prayed, and prayed, and prayed heโd find another padded room to haunt. but in arkham, he could be a whisper, a shadow, a corridor, a distended reflection โ that was the power that came with the metamorphosis of becoming a name : ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ could be everywhere at once.
here, he had no presence. after all the money crane set aside to buy a place of his own, in an area heโd dreamed of living, he allowed himself to grow unfamiliar with the ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ด๐ต accumulating on his books, the food ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ in his kitchen, and his stiffening bedsheets โ ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐บ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณโ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. this apartment was nothing more to crane than an expensive place to shower. or a quiet spot in which he could entertain his own machinations without the threat of anotherโs speculation.
his silent footfall carried him through the bedroom doorway, to his bathroom, where he opened a medicine cabinet and withdrew a little orange bottle he hadnโt called for since heโd devised an alternative remedy for his own malaise. he shook two tablets from the bottle and ambled into his room, taking slow yet wide strides around his bed โ all the way to lorelaiโs side.
her dark hair spilled over his charcoal pillowcase and taupe bedsheets like an unraveled coil of ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐บ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ญ๐ด. the milky complexion of her relaxed face and shoulders glowed against the umber accents of his room. the color of her lips was the only thing that separated her from the image of a corpse that had gone cold in its sleep.
craneโs head lowered almost sheepishly, as though he were sneaking and underhanded glance at his sleeping guest while under the supervision of another. he allowed his gaze to linger on her lowered eye lashes a while before finally leaning in and placing a cold hand on her shoulder โ โ take these. โ he offered his other hand to her, two chalky tablets cradled in his dry palm. โ youโll feel more at - ease. โ
#ooh so autumnal!#Iโm playing with the idea of how lorelai hasnโt cut the string sheโs attached. and how that connection could be working both ways.#and because of this heโs more and more inside her head. just kindโve downloading a deeper knowledge of her fears without even analyzing her.#heโs so disappointed with himself.#spirit x ing
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a few aluminum chairs groan as theyโre bumped into or nudged away from the table. shadows turn their backs to a pair sitting beneath a raw light bulb. it would have swung if a moth beat its wings beside it. as the scuffle of boots filtered out a door hidden somewhere in the deep penumbra surrounding the spot - litten area, the other finally spoke ; โ ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ? โ a pair of eyelids lifted behind gleaming lenses, looking up from a a set of pale hands tucked between pinstripe thighs. he answered the question with a deceitfully meek bend of his lips โ one that mirrored his condensed posture.
โ this wonโt take long. โ he muttered tonelessly. sitting up a little. lifting his head so that light poured past his dark hairline and revealed his indiscernible features. the glare that had set upon his spectacles fell, leaving nothing but glass between the poignancy of two tightening pupils and the ghost like rings set around them โ taking in the features of the figure opposite of him โ a man whom heโd come to know by the apprehension expressed by those whoโd uttered his name in passing. ๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ง. a set of eyes painted like a shadow bleeding over skin that glowed under the light โ glowed in morbid contrast to the indentation that marked a permanent, gnarled, grin.
๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ. his expression somehow tightened in order to mimic a relaxed mien ; effectively stoic, but too intentional to conceal a subliminal and curiously vague expression. it could have been concerned. excited. anxious. amused. neurotic โ ๐ค๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค. but afflicted by what malady ? โ you have a, reputation โ Iโm sure youโre aware. โ the doctor began at a volume that might have been welcome in a church or library, โ from what I hear, you seem to have an interest in upsetting organizations. โ / @chaoticjoke.
#two weirdos.#๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ต๐ด๐๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ป ๐พ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ. (๐๐ ๐๐๐)#chaoticjoke
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i've told you this before but your dash icon on the damn horse is so wicked i love it.
thank you haha. I love it. at some point Iโm going to figure out how to incorporate more aesthetically spooky/scarecrow motifs into my blog, but for now the little horse does the trick.
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LONG HALLOWEEN || ORANGE IS THE NEW FEAR
#I canโt tell you how much I adore frightening ghouls that scare on wild horses.#๐ต๐พ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐ณ๐พ๐ฟ๐ท๐พ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ฐ. (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐)#๐ณ๐๐๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ณ ๐ณ๐ธ๐๐๐๐ธ๐ด๐๐๐ณ๐ด. (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐)
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he touched two fingers to his lip and shot a caustic glare up from the corner of his eye. โ โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐๐โ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. โ โ craneโs icy gaze lowered to inspect his fingertips. there was only a ghost of a red wisp floating in the scant strand of saliva heโd transferred from his mouth to the pad of his finger. he felt like he tasted more, pressing the tip of his tongue to against a sore spot inside his mouth. โ I must have misinterpreted that love tap as a warning. โ he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, โ sometimes our actions can be confused. perhaps you should work on using your words. โ / @banschivs.
#yaaay nix!#๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ต๐ด๐๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ป ๐พ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ. (๐๐ ๐๐๐)#banshivs
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Thereโs a dark chocolate muffin on Craneโs desk, a completely ordinary looking muffin. However, if one were to bite into it thereโs a small surprise: Blood-like strawberry jam. Happy Friday 13th :3
he silently thanked whoever had left the pleasant surprise. through the day he slowly picked at the treat until it was just crumbs soaking in whatever syrupy red - filling was behind. it was an easy day. he dropped the stained muffin liner in a bin half full of shredded documents, crumpled notes, and papers that where otherwise discarded. a slow yet still productive friday the thirteenth โ of course, not one given to superstition, he attached no personal significance to the date. but as he dusted a few dark crumbs from his palm the doctor thought, he had time enough to visit at least one of his subjects on his way out of the asylum โฆ
#so nice.#an ominous ask.#๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ต๐ด๐๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ป ๐พ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ. (๐๐ ๐๐๐)
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[ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ] : โ but youโre doing so well - โ crane could feel his own pulse thrumming where andreyevaโs skin pressed into his. he swallowed hard against her palm, before wedging two fingers into her grip so he could peel her nails from his jugular enough to speak ; โ youโre starting to feel it arenโt you. โ he purred as the edges of his lips began to curl. ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. after several micro - doses their discussion finally took a turn. his subject began to grow defensive, even hostile. she must have been only a few steps away from what the doctor liked to think of as ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ฆ๐น๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ต๐บ. a margin in which the subject stopped before a chasm โ not quite falling, but now fully aware of the consequences that might come if they let their mind flutter for a second.
though still somewhat calm, andreyeva wasnโt ready to dive off the edge. sheโd faltered. seized him instead of extending her arms to cradle her blossoming unease. his pupils engorged themselves on it, growing until they eclipsed the usual sickly - pale hue of his iris. โ even if I could give you an antitoxin, โ crane whispered, sliding his hand down to viniciaโs wrist โ squeezing and dragging it down to the base of his collar so he could lean in โ only an inch from her face ; โ it wouldnโt matter. I can take away the voices โ but the uncertainty you feel โฆ that will haunt you long after youโve out waited the effects of your last dose. โ / @pistoiet.
#thank you vinicia he is enjoying himself very much.#๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ต๐ด๐๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ป ๐พ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ. (๐๐ ๐๐๐)#pistoiet
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