I Know Who I Am

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[samanthasgroves1deac]

Will Graham + outfits; part one

[rp-ask-box-memes-blog-blog-blog]

Send my muse one of the following to see how they react! (Fluffy)

"You. Me. Cuddle. Now."

"Don’t move, I just got comfy."

"I’m scared, hold me!"

"I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?"

"Tickle war has been declared!"

"Bunny pyjamas, really?"

"I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place."

"Come on, just one bite."

"How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”

"I never imagined you were so… ticklish."

"You’re so huggable."

"You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them."

"Have you fallen asleep on me?"

[atastelessthought]

    "Come to poke around inside my head some more?"

[wictusia]

✞ aftershave ✞

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more-than-one

[mtomauw]

  He had been there, roughly half an hour now, chevvy parked a few feet away from the front door and a gun strapped to his belt. Demon knife tucked safely away in the inside of his jet black jacket. The suit a perfect fit and the tie, tied in a not so professional manner. He’d never get the hang of those things and if he didn’t have to, he wouldn’t wear ‘em either. But this time he’d have to pass as a professional. His steps toward the door determined, yet before ringing the doorbell he tried to see inside, pressing his hand to the window next to the door, trying to find a spot where he could see past the blinds. "…Friggin hell.." He muttered to himself, wondering if he wasn’t actually hunting a vampire instead of a wendigo. The hunter chewed his lower lip when he moved back to the door, carefully pressing the doorbell as he stuck his hands into his pockets. Patiently waiting for someone to open the door. And once the door did open he put up a professional, friendly smile. "Mister Will Graham?" He inquired, digging in his pocket to find the fake CIA ID, “Special agent Grant, could I ask you a couple questions?"

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The stranger was roughly the same height as Will. Perhaps a little taller and a little bigger build. Will instantly began sizing up, even before he said he was CIA he felt pressured, perhaps even insecure. It was a mental tactic of Will's to calculate whether or not he could protect himself against new people. Not only physically but mentally as well. 

He cleared his throat and looked passed the other to the car he came in. It was expensive looking only because it was a classic. "Yeah." He said after the name was questioned. His jaw moved slightly and his gaze briefly met the other's. 

He opened the screen door and the herd of dogs rushed out to smell the stranger. They only took a quick moment before they moved on to run out in the yard. Will stepped back, only after he had squinted at the badge. "Sure... What's this about?" He was worried. He wasn't sure why but he didn't particularly like it when people came over and needed to ask questions, especially if they were CIA or FBI. He worked with the FBI, sure, but that didn't mean he had to like every agent that showed up at his front door. 

"Come in..." He stepped back again, holding the screen door open for Agent Grant to enter. Special agent Grant. 

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  It’s only polite to share some information about himself, especially after Will’s shared so much. He’ll keep the details relevantly vague, of course, considering he’s quite confidential about his past, and he knows that it’s far too gruesome to be even sharing too much. 

"Paris, though I was not born there," he murmurs, scraping the leftover food off the fork with his thumb under the scalding water. “I was quite skilled at fishing then, though I didn’t do it too often. It was something to pass the time."

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He nodded. He didn't know if he remembered right but the doctor may have mentioned it once. He knew his accent was not French, but he didn't know what it was. It sounded a cross between German and Danish. Slandered with an American accent it was hard to tell and Will didn't want to ask. 

Will dragged out the large bag of dog food out of the closet and instantly there was a swarm around him. They whined and licked at his arms while he filled the two large bowls first with the larger kibble and then the rest was of the small. Not all of them had designated dog bowls, some were ones he had pulled out from his own cupboards. They all shared and ate at one another's food without a fuss. "It's a nice way to pass the time. It's relaxing." He brushed his hands off on his pants after closing the closet door. The room probably reeked of dog food now but he was used to it. "I usually go to the lake about two miles from here but my boat motor hasn't been functioning properly, so I go to the river." He and his father used to drag the large, metal boat all the way to the lake by the house he grew up in before they got a sailboat.

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There was a knock at the door and Will's hear rate spiked ever so slightly while he rested on the floor, dirty hands pressed into the greased metal of a boat motor. He was trying to repair it, even if the boat was a piece of shit anyway. He didn't have enough to get a new one, so the old one would have to do until who knows when. 

He stood up and wiped his fingers off the best he could with the tattered cloth and walked out of the room, down the hall and into the living room. Dogs cluttered around the door and he clicked his tongue at them. 

The door opened, but the screen remained shut, blocking him from the outside world and the outsider. 

[worsethanconjoined]

Broken Minds || @thisismyxdesign

Rose could smell new death, lost souls circling like confused, lame pigeons. She followed it through the trees, tasting bile and yet unable to stop herself. It was horrid, always, to see the ones left behind. The lost and broken and alone. Like she was.

She began to see them soon enough, flicking through the trees. Some had no idea, they just wandered with lost looks on their faces, nearly-real forms bloody and battered. Others knew, or had, and now they were shattered, unable to comprehend or absorb it. Some wailed, some just stood there, blank now, too broken to do anything. No Reapers would come for these souls, they were meant to be left behind.

The ghosts were drawn to her, one of their kind in a living body, and watched them gather around her, grey eyes wide as her feet continued forward simply because if she stopped she’d go mad. Which she likely would. The translucent forms reached for her and she screamed as a cold hand wrapped around her arm, touch real. It realized it too and grinned savagely, pulling at her. If they couldn’t be saved, they would take anyone better off than them and tear them down.

She shrieks again shrilly, stumbling away, closing her eyes against them, bringing her hands to her ears to block out their cries. She was one of them once, and she never wanted to go back. She can’t even handle the reminder. And she takes refuge in the only place available, diving down into the body, burying her consciousness as deep as it can go and praying that Lily can find a way out of that awful place.

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The girl awoke sitting against a tree, back pressed to rough bark, throat sore and eyes stinging, cheeks wet. Something was horribly wrong with Rose, but her sister was stubbornly dormant now, and it seemed she was staying that way. Running from her emotions, as usual.

The living twin pushed shakily to her feet, rubbing a hand over her face and looking up sharply when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She dropped her gaze nervously when a man emerged from the tress, shuffling her feet and waiting for him to ask who she was or what she was doing there… not that she had a clue as to the second.

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It was sunny enough for Will to wear his murky gray hat while he was at the lake. It was a fisherman's hat with a vest over his murky green shirt. It was a netted black with tan on the sides and pockets that was a little lighter than his pants. Those were stained at the knees and bottoms from stepping too close to the water. His boots were the worst of his muddy mess. It had rained a day ago and the sandy floor became rather muddy instead. 

He trudged through the tall, yellow grass with one hand slightly up, the fly fishing pole grasped between his callused fingers. He walked towards the trees and once he was safe inside the shaded space he removed his had and shoved it in the tackle box he carried in the other hand. He was rather busy on his person, the box, the pole, vest with pockets full of line as well as a basket case hanging on his shoulder that held several pounds of his catch. 

Fishing was his only way of finding safety. His mind was clear, his body was calm and he could sit there for hours catching food for himself and his dogs. It wasn't really a matter of the catch but the concentration his father taught him so many years ago. It's a calming peace to sit or stand by the water's edge. 

He walked for about a mile through the trees before he broke through them and he was looking directly toward the back of his house. Trees protected it, and he could hear barking even from this distance. 

He caught sight of something yellow and looked over to see a blonde woman standing near a tree. Was she watching him? Was she watching his house? He stopped walking, a slow stop, and continued to watch her. "Are you alright?" 

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[king-without-a-castle]

"Тired" by Chilling Turtle

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gotta love that disney tried to represent zeus as a wholesome family man when in reality he was like “it’s got a heartbeat? ill do it"

[askmsmariahill-deactivated20170]

  Maria felt weird standing outside the house of the now deceased Lieutenant Brian Jackson. She could remember going there a few times for Thanksgiving, even once for Christmas, there were so many memories in that house, but without Brian it just felt empty.

It was a beautiful little piece of land near the edge of Wolf Trap. There was plenty of land between neighbors, and plenty of space to raise a family. Brian did not have a family though, and he mostly chose the property for its seclusion and laid back atmosphere. He had pets for company, but Captain Carnage, the dogs real name was Mozart but no one called him that, and Roger had gone off to live with one of Brian’s work buddies.

No doubt the property would fetch a pretty penny in this market, but for now there were still certain holds on it and Maria had been allowed to stay there considering she had been in Brian’s will.

When Maria spotted someone coming out of the woods relatively close to the house looking confused and mumbling, she sighed. If this was some hiker he looked woefully unprepared.  "Hey there! You lost?"

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He trenched through the brush of dead, wet grass and pulled his coat around him a little tighter. He was thankful for his clothes in this instant. Thankful he managed to sleepwalk with them on rather than in his pajamas. In the woods, even when it was pretty warm out during the day, it became rather cold at night. 

He had scratches on his hands and he worried he got in a fight with something, a small animal or perhaps a prickly bush. It was hard to tell in the dark, even as he emerged from the trees. He could see lights. There was a house and a car and he stared out at it. It wasn't his house but it reminded him of a boat out to sea and he felt safe for a quick moment before there was a voice. 

A woman called out to him from ahead and he almost had the instinct to duck down and hide. She had already seen him so why would he do that?

"N-No...." He called out, stepping closer and avoiding any branches that may grab at his ankles and trip him. 

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Do you dream much, Will? I think of you often.

Your old friend,

Hannibal Lecter.

[hannahthecactus]

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Two feet standing on a principle Two hands digging in each others wounds Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats Darkness falling, leaves nowhere to move It’s spiraling down  Biting words like a wolf howling Hate is spitting out each others mouths

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