#arrowedmaw

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“ And what do you want to say to your maker? ”

         depends  on  who  you  refer.  is  “  maker  “  blacksmith  of  sinew  &  tissues  ,  a  promised  deity  too  far  away  &  unseen ?    OR    is  maker  among  wolves   /   the  man  who  stands  before ?   baptism  into  contaminated  waters  ,  he  is  puppeteer  when  strings  hook  under  layers  of  flesh.     he    ,    epidemic.      &     lamb   ,   diseased   -   hacked   red  ,  blue    &    bones  crooning  fracture  with  the  weight  of  parallelism.  (  skin  feels  too  suffocating ,  does  it  not ?  when  shared  by  two ,  both  festering  ,  both  choking  on  distortion.  its  translucence  -   somehow,  somehow ,  more luminescent  than  gods  spotlight  stare  !   center  stage  damnation.   )   

         ❛   im  compelled  to  ask  questions.  ❜  a  gaze  held  &  defiance  swelled  within  ,  this  is  a  personal  confrontation.    ❛   i  want  to  know  where  they  derive  their  sense  of  judgment  from——❜  salt  water  on  open  sores  ,   words  collect  rainfall ,  collect  toxicity.  lips  stitch  upwards  ,  arrogance  in  threads  undone.   ❛ —their  throne  as  damned  as  it  may  be  ,    is  only    illusionary .   ❜

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a random headcanon about loss ?

!!!!!

Thank you, friend.

Alana does not deal with loss very well. Specifically, if we’re discussing the loss of Abigail Hobbs, where Will creates her as a construct of a positive nature who almost acts as his companion (don’t start me on this go fucking die honestly as though Will Graham has any right to think of her fondly like he’s not at direct fault), Alana creates her mentally as a construct that runs a negative. She suffers choking night terrors, visions of Abigail weeping thick, sticky red from a wide open smile tearing her throat open accusing her of what she feels was ultimately her failure to look after Abigail in life. In addition to the fact that she’s just never been friendly with death, this one is worse than all others. She keeps a stone in her yard and buries a scarf she was going to give Abigail as well as the Flannery O’Connor Anthology she read to her during her coma. Alana does not manage it, not even a little. For her, loss is very hard, an especially precise blow to a woman who already feels too much.

[mcgnetic]

poses in here. talk about me ?

send me ‘talk about them’ + a url && i’ll talk about them !!

      ok so.  we have only been mutuals for a little while now, but can i just say. i never even expected you to follow back because the main reason i followed your blog was for inspiration?? mainly your and @antlerbrain ‘s threads  ( and their autoplay, rip ) i love to read because holy shit, that’s some grade a + writing. it’s wonderfully intricate but at the same time it’s well put together and it even has Hannibal’s biblical themes, how the fuck do you even manage that !! you execute a character like hannibal lecter beautifully, perfectly, and you make it look easy. congrats . 

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✧ mayhaps the possibilities ?

( meme ⋮ accepting. )

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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♈ ♌ ♒

♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations?

the loft he shares with lois offers an incredibly visual description of their differs in personality. it’s furnished to the point of appearing overcrowded, but they both have agreed that it’s perfect for the time being. he brought the ‘small town vibe’ with him, many of his decorative items being homegrown or homemade (martha ‘accidentally’ leaves behind the occasional dish when she visits, and is usually vague about when she wants them back). lots of flannel and quilts (and flannel quilts), which offer a nice contrast against the pale coloring of the walls. books and papers can be found scattered throughout, showing off a variety of subjects and interests. also, for some unknown reason, they keep their tool rack behind the TV.

♌ how do they drink their coffee/tea?

clark is a coffee snob…. sort of. with his palate, he tastes everything placed in his mouth very strongly, making certain concoctions hard to bear. his coffee (and tea) needs to be brewed very particularly, with just the right amount of milk and sugar. no fancy big city iced-coffee for him (though he will still the whipped cream off of lois’).

♒ their cleaning routine - laundry/dishes/cleaning the rooms

clark is an organized person by nature, and usually cleans to keep his mind off of things. living with lois, it’s typically him who does the brunt of the laundry, dishes, and other various cleaning tasks. he doesn’t mind in the slightest.

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