#ins1ders

[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ ⚰️  ﹚ ﹕ it  wasn't  fair,  kieran  thought⸻     the  inevitability  of  death.  how  it  could  just  casually  sneak  up  on  you,  do  whatever  it  wanted  with  your  heart,  and  the  earth  would  still  continue  spinning  on  its  axis  after  it  was  done.  though,  the  same  could  probably  be  said  about  love.  but  that  was  another  thought  for  another  time,  the  other  man  probably  just  as  equally  terrible  as  he  was  when  it  came  to  romance.  if  not  worse,  with  all  of  kingsley's  disappearance  acts.  death  was  just  easier  to  talk  about,  especially  in  the  stillness  of  the  cemetery  under  the  sunset's  bruised  hue  of  purple  and  gray,  its  headstones  like  crooked  teeth  rising  from  the  frostbitten  earth.  and  kieran  stood  near  the  edge  of  an  open  grave,  the  cherry  embers  of  his  cigarette  pulsing  in  the  dusk,  watching  kingsley  work  his  spade  to  smooth  out  a  stubborn  clump  of  uneven  snow-dusted  ground.  ❝  have  you  figured  it  all  out  ? ❞  kieran  asked,  his  voice  carrying  the  gravel  of  sleepless  nights  and  too  many  questions,  that  exact  myopic  tone  that  he  possessed  whenever  he  wanted  to  ignore  everything  else  in  his  life  but  a  case.  ❝  you've  got  a  way  of  seeing  things  no  one  else  does.  figured  you  might  have  thoughts  about  alaina.  her  murder,  i  mean.  and  daniela  just  vanishing  off  the  face  of  the  planet.  people  talk,  but  they  don't  really  think,  you  know  ? ❞   smoke  curled  from  his  lips  as  he  exhaled  after  another  drag  that  burned  in  his  lungs,  the  warmth  brief  and  fleeting,  his  gaze  still  steady  on  the  gravedigger.  kieran  knew  that  kingsley's  mind  could  come  up  with  the  most  outrageous  and  absurd  explanations  for  all  the  things  that  happened  ﹕ but  he  didn't  really  mind  sifting  through  the  most  incongruous  and  grotesque  of  ideas,  even  just  for  the  slightest  chance  of  finding  something  real  in  all  of  it.  and  kingsley  was  far  smarter  than  people  gave  him  credit  for.  ❝  thought  maybe  you'd  stitched  together  something  the  rest  of  us  haven't. ❞     @ins1ders

[yoonmiina]

♡ 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 ⸻ starter for kingsley tau / @ins1ders. ♡ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⸻ forest right outside redcreek cemetery.

dark eyes are fixed on the sky, simply watching. there aren't many stars to see, probably all the light pollution or... just pollution in general; but it's relaxing nonetheless and that's something mina DOESN'T feel often. especially when there's someone by her side, but kingsley was probably one of ( if not THE only ) person in town, maybe in the world, that allows her to be herself and feel SOME peace of mind. " i'm starting to get why you like working here, " she muses aloud, taking in a deep breath as she closes her eyes; if redcreek felt like this all the time she might actually like it. a few seconds pass and she opens her eyes again, turning to look at him. " i still think it's fucking creepy but... kinda part of the charm, i guess. " if it was anyone else she WOULDN'T be caught saying something like that. admitting that she has likes and preferences like any other human? fuck no! but he is and has always been someone she can trust. one of her arms moves to rest under her head, she can already feel the dirt sticking to her hair but she doesn't mind right now. the other reaches out towards him, gesturing towards the blunt between his fingers. it's her turn for a drag. " anyways... i wanted to ask if you have an opinion on all the stuff going on in town right now. you always have a different perspective on things so i'm curious. indulge me. "

[den1als]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ what the hell did red creek do to earn people like this ? though the cromwells weren't new to the area, it still baffled demetrius that one day he can have a genuine, calm conversation with tori and the next ... he was stuck talking to hippie malcom x . “ never said i can get through my day sober, ” demetrius calmly replied before looking at the contraption handed to him; disappointment can never stay off his face for too long . “ for fuck sakes ... ” with a low mumble, he frantically checks his pockets for a real lighter but came up short; long limbs dramatically slapped against his thighs, hand jerking the cigarette out of his mouth aggressively . the sheriff spun in a half circle , arms nearly outstretched whilst his head craned around; it looked as if he was short circuiting . “ humanity- ” he forces through gritted teeth, “ is being a pain in my ass and i can't seem to catch a break . ”

" TOUGH CROWD. " kingsley says it easily . he doesn't take anything demetrius says personally because he knows the man in question is actually an AI robot designed from mars to prevent redcreek from becoming too individual . kingsley pulls his joint to his own mouth again and takes a large puff , the embers burning bright , near to his fingers . he raises an eyebrow to demetrius as the sheriff pulls out his own cigarettes . " you smoke ? " he didn't think AI robots were this advanced yet . reluctantly , kingsley digs out his lighter ( a giant novelty bong that says FUCK COPS on it ) and hands it over . " humanity getting you down ? "

[capitclkarma]

he pushed the door open, one last glance thrown to his younger brother behind the bar. a quick wave and he was gone. one foot in front of the other, taking his time as he walked home. it was all he seemed to do recently, amble along to kill time.

the street light illuminated her features. mattias recognized her instantly. 20 odd years and nothing had changed. his pace quickened. "renee," he said quietly, the word like a dream in his mouth. "follow me." he inclined his head to a nearby alley. he staunchly ignored the rumors that she was around, deciding ignorance was in fact bliss. but now she was here ,and there was no avoiding it. he walked towards a more private location, not turning around, but trusting she was following.

@ins1ders

[enternights]

𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭　:　the cemetery, 8am 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖲　:　closed for kingsley tau @ins1ders

mornings  at  the  cemetery  are  strangely  calm.  despite  its  reputation  for  being  haunted  and  macabre,  there's  an  uncharacteristically  tranquil  ambience  that  washes  over  the  place  just  after  the  break  of  dawn.  one  that  allows  nathan  to  ruminate  in  his  thoughts,  hand  running  through  his  windswept  hair  as  he  stands  over  alaina  price's  grave.  she  didn't  deserve  this.  the  town  doesn't  deserve  this.  he  only  wishes  that  whoever  is  responsible  isn't  the  same  person  who'd  haunted  his  nightmares  twenty  five  years  ago.  the  crunch  of  leaves  snaps  him  out  of  his  musing,  and  he  turns  to  look  at  the  source  of  the  noise.  he  hopes  to  see  that  strange  little  goth  kid  who  worked  here,  or  another  visitor  passing  through,  but  of  course,  he  happens  to  run  into  him.  “  good  morning,  kingsley,  ”  he  says  through  a  forced,  tight-lipped  grin,  in  anticipation  of  whatever  the  younger  man  has  to  say.

[redcreekfm]

members , please unfollow @horrorphase , @t3nets , @inadeqcies , @hypnotiscd , & @ins1ders !

[hina-san]

Love your gif captures of Gegege no Kitaro! May I ask where you watch it? I struggle to find it, is there a link maybe? Sorry for tedious question!

Good evening, I'm glad someone is watching and enjoying it.

It's really hard, I'm also looking for some chapters.

I get the episodes to create Gifs on T0kyo Ins1der but there are no subtitles (they don't appear for me). E An1x (Doesn't have all the episodes)

I don't know if it's on Netflix internationally, but it's not available anywhere in my country.

2018 is easier on Crumshroll and other sites

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Winning Hallowe'en: animated Stranger Things Demogorgon costume #1yrago

Uploaded by redditor Ins1der, who attributes it to Instagram user Cblimagery, an Indiana resident.

https://boingboing.net/2016/10/30/winning-halloween-animated.html

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Pickle Rick! (Costume) by ins1der via reddit

[ins1ders]

INS1DERS  a  mumu  for  redcreekfm  .  penned  by  g  (  she/  her  ).  please  dni  if  not  part  of  the  rp  .

𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂𝙻𝙴𝚈  𝚃𝙰𝚄  ;  the  conspiracy  theorist  .  grave  digger  . 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙴  𝙺𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚈  𝚗𝚎𝚎  𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚃  ;  the  seer  .  licensed  psychologist  and  therapist  .

[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ ⚰️  ﹚ ﹕     𝘀𝗼  𝘄𝗵𝘆  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸  𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆  𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗻  ?  that  was  the  question  people  always  asked  while  they  tried  to  make  sense  of  people's  slaughter,  but  kieran  knew  by  now  that  serial  killers  rarely  ever  needed  a  reason.  not  one  that  would  make  sense,  anyway.  sometimes  it  was  all  just  chaos,  bloodshed  for  bloodshed's  sake,  not  thinking  in  terms  of  motive  or  logic.  and  so  far,  there  wasn't  a  red  string  on  his  mind  that  could  really  connect  daniela  estrada  and  alaina  price,  no  clear  throughline  except  that  people  loved  them.  but  maybe  that  was  just  it⸻    no  grand  scheme,  no  unequivocal  intent,  not  really  about  those  women,  but  what  they  stood  for  in  their  sleepy  little  town.  kieran  took  a  slow  drag  off  his  cigarette,  letting  the  burn  sit  in  his  lungs  before  exhaling  through  the  nose,  the  smoke  curling  like  a  second  skin  around  him  and  obscuring  his  face  for  a  moment.     ❝      that  first  disappearance,  that  first  murder,  maybe  they  were  impersonal.  maybe  it  was  more  about  the  message  being  sent  in  the  aftermath.      ❞      kieran  muttered,  low,  almost  to  himself,  his  breath  clouding  in  the  moonlight.     ❝      maybe  this  boogeyman  wants  power  over  people's  hope.  you  take  someone  everyone  loves,  the  ones  that  make  people  feel  safe,  and  you  take  a  knife  to  their  necks  and  bleed  them  out  for  everyone  to  see.       ❞      or  make  them  vanish  into  thin  air,  leaving  everyone  to  scramble  to  make  sense  of  it,  knowing  they  never  would.  but  𝗻𝗼𝘄  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆  𝗮𝗹𝗹  𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄  𝗻𝗼  𝗼𝗻𝗲  𝘄𝗮𝘀  𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲.  now  there  could  be  more  reason  to  the  next  victims.  more  personal.  more  motivated. the scene was set.  and  kieran  dreaded  not  knowing  who  could  be  next.  it  made  him  sad.  it  made  him  angry.  and  despite  how  he  rarely  let  his  emotions  reach  the  surface,  despite  how  he  always  tried  to  maintain  an  air  of  nonchalance,  kieran  was  terrified.  not  of  the  act  of  killing  itself⸻    but  the  spaces  between.  the  planning.  the  waiting.  how  the  boogeyman  could  exist  quietly  in  this  town,  passing  you  in  amrak's  aisles  or  nodding  politely  in  the  line  for  coffee  at  early  rise.  the  way  they  could  living  amongst  them,  breathing  the  same  air,  𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆  𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗹  𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿  𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗲  𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲  𝗼𝗳  𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗵𝗮𝗱.  it  would  take  a  real  monster  to  shapeshift  from  a  regular  townie  into  a  cold-blooded  monster,  and  kieran  resented  himself  for  not  understanding  people  enough  to  figure  it  all  by  now.  he  flicked  ash  into  the  snow,  the  flakes  hissing  faintly  as  they  ate  the  heat,  a  sigh  leaving  him  as  he  looked  at  kingsley  with  the  faintest  trace  of  concern  etched  in  his  features.     ❝      if  we're  using  the  1999  murders  as  an  outline  ...  then  ricardo  could  be  next.  rich  asshole,  runs  the  register,  just  like  ezra  hastings  in  '99.       ❞      he  paused,  his  mind  veering  down  a  darker  road,  gaze  drifting  toward  the  distant  skyline.     ❝      but  if  we're  looking  for  someone  who's  just  visible.  accessible.  a  pillar  in  this  town  ...  then  there's  my  dad.      ❞      he  said,  tone  flattening  into  something  more  uneasy,  cigarette  dangling  between  his  fingers  as  he  spoke.     ❝      can't  say  the  idea  of  the  boogeyman  targeting  him,  or  anyone  in  my  family,  doesn't  keep  me  up  at  night.  but  if  the  boogeyman  wants  to  send  another  message,  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻  𝗵𝗲'𝘀  𝗴𝗼𝘁  𝗮𝗻  𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁  𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵  𝗮  𝗯𝘂𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲.      ❞ 

kingsley pulls a face at kieran's question . despite his disenchantment towards the fuckass MAYOR aka kieran's dad , kingsley has always found kieran to be a lot more pleasant and likeable ( maybe HE should run for mayor ) . there's strict no bullshit , no phony smiles , or purposeful chances to try and get a photo to look as DIVERSE as possible . when kieran talks , he says every word with meaning . this is something that kingsley appreciates , as his own brain moves far too quick and scattered to always keep up . PURPOSE and PRECISION are his best friends , and kieran is good at delivering both of them . the moonlight bathes both men . no matter how many times kingsley tries to smooth out the clump of dirt , it won't sit the way he likes . he grumbles to himself before moving his shovel again , in the same routine movements that's he so accustomed to and which kieran has probably watched him do countless times by now . " people talk a lot . " kingsley agrees , half unable to focus properly until this dirt sits RIGHT . he lets daniela and alaina's names wash over him like raindrops . he's been asked his thoughts a few times now ( surprising ) and kingsley wishes he had more to say on the topic . " man . . i dunno . but something's up . security's been locked down tighter of late , and i don't mean after alaina. i mean . . before that . firewalls and shit . " hacking suddenly became a harder task in a way that it previously wasn't . " someone high up knows something . it's always the high ups . they make a deal with the devil then get surprised when they gotta pay up . pied piper shit . " kingsley tries not to implicate kieran's DAD in it , but he'd be lying if he said he didn't think there was a plethora of guilt there . he rests on the shovel for a temporary moment , crooks his head up to meet kieran's gaze , watching smoke puff out of him . " i liked daniela . and alaina . like , shit , dude . " kingsley gives a half shrug . " most people liked them . so why the fuck were THEY chosen ? no way is that a coincidence or circumstantial . " kingsley looks back down at the eroded dirt before them . " last time , they went after heather , right ? she was also liked by everyone . " kingsley allows his brain to tick , and tick . " so . . they'd want someone like EZRA next , right ? if they're trying to do copycat shit from 1999 i mean . . . "

[yoonmiina]

" ⸻ i'm not really sure… " truthfully, she finds it difficult to voice her opinion, has to SPIN her thoughts inside her mind to try and make sense of it all. her hand reaches for the blunt, fingers gently wrapping around it before bringing it to her lips. she inhales, keeps the smoke inside her lungs for a while and exhales at the same time she DECIPHERS what she feels. " i don't think it's bad at all, just… too still, maybe? i guess i'm not used to this quiet. " after all her life has rarely been quiet, if it wasn't her parents screaming at each other ( or at her, depending on the day ) it was the big city with its own kind of cacophony, sometimes her own deafening mind. silence this peaceful was foreign and confusing. she was starting to feel light and careless in the pleasant way only drugs could achieve so she lets out a soft chuckle. " honestly, i really hope NOTHING was waiting for me… i doubt it would be for anything good anyways. " mina couldn't possibly imagine anyone GENUINELY waiting for her to be back, or even happy about it. except maybe… well, he's laying right next to her. " it is kinda weird though, feels different but the same all at once. or maybe it's just me that has changed… i don't really know. "

kingsley was surprised to see mina back in town . he's still not sure what it is that seems to be bringing everyone back in droves . he's half convinced they're ghosts . everyone died out there , in the real world , and their souls have returned to redcreek to rest . " what's creepy about it ? " kingsley asks , honest and inquisitive . he's so used to the graveyard and what it gives ( and doesn't give ) that he is curious about mina's thoughts . he glances over at her before putting his shovel down finally and joining her properly on the soft dirt . he turns his own eyes up to the sky but can't quite find his attention sticking . by his side , his leg moves erratically , craving movement and stillness all at once .

he takes another drag of his blunt , keeping the smoke deep in his lungs , letting it crackle there , before exhaling a long plume of smoke . he hands it over to mina silently . kingsley hums around the smoke filtering from him , watching it disappear in the night sky . " nah , not really . " he would shrug if he could in this position . from the corner of his eye , he looks at mina . she looks the same but also different . kingsley looks back up at the sky , because somehow that's a lot less complicated . " what do you reckon ? weird time to come back , huh ? it's like something was waiting for you. "