* BULLSEYE !

LET IT BE KNOWN  that anything bullseye does is solely out of selfish intent. it’s how he’s managed to survive in this world, and kept his business afloat for so long. it’s the NATURE OF THE BEAST. it’s in everything he does. everything he says. through manipulation, some of his actions can be mistaken for being in someone else’s best interest, don’t be fooled. he’s a selfish creature, working only for personal gain. a true narcissist, leading a parasitic lifestyle. 

IN FACT, he does not judge people by the CONTENT OF THEIR CHARACTER, but rather by how useful or interesting they may be to him. social interaction serves as nothing but another way for him to get what he wants. he doesn’t do small talk, or casual visits. if he’s talking to you, or visiting you at all, know that there’s a reason. 

repost,     don’t    reblog . ——————            bold    what    applies.

bloodied knuckles     |     tear stained cheeks     |     rust    |     a busted lip    |     claws   |     fangs    |    a bloody nose    |     chattering teeth     |     a dark space underneath the bed   |     scratching noises on a wall  |   creaking metal  |     fog     |     dancing under moonlight   |   blood dripping lips     |     heavy breathing in the dark     |    a feeling of unexplained dread    |    a figure in a dark corner   |      dirty peeling wallpaper     |     a bloody handprint on the wall     |     sobbing in the dark     |     bite marks on the skin   |   eerie whispers    |     a hood covering a stranger’s eyes   |     the growl of a hidden animal     |     the sound of a blade being sharpened     |     a deep   ,   dark forest     |   walking on the streets alone at night     |     a cobweb-filled   ,   abandoned building    |     eyes darting in paranoia     |    a heavy beating pulse   |   the feeling of being trapped    |   struggling to get out a scream  |     boards covering broken windows     |    a quiet graveyard |     a gas station in the middle of nowhere     |     a road that never ends    |   heavy fog rolling in   |    the scent of blood in the air  |     eerie old photographs     |     walking along train tracks at night     |   a chill going up the spine   |     gathering crows    |     a dusty   ,   dimly lit study     |    mist over a deserted cobblestone street    |     ghost towns     |     shadows around a campfire     |   the sound of chanting   |  church bells tolling   |     an orange harvest moon     |     a broken down carnival     |     a dirty stuffed animal abandoned     |    wiping bloody hands on fabric     |    nightmares   |   waking up in a panic    |     a power outage     |     heavy lightning storms     |     a secret trap door     |   the feeling of being watched    |   fear from trauma    |     a ouija board set out on a table     |     an eerie doll     |    a scream of anguish   &   pain   |     withered plants     |     a room that’s been forgotten   &   gathered dust     |     owl eyes in the dark    |     curled  ,   dead tree branches     |     a ritual altar     |    flickering candles   |     a lantern held up in the dark     |     fear of being followed     |     creaking floorboards     |     repressed   ,   horrible memories     |    clenched teeth   |    soft   ,   echoing piano keys    |     an old book covered in dust     |     many pairs of glaring eyes    |     stumbling in pitch black darkness     |     being stranded in the middle of nowhere     |     tarot cards on a table     |     a trail of blood

“Because we’re both going to Hell, and I’ll have the whole afterlife to finally beat the shit of out without caring about innocent people around. You fucking coward.”

"  oh, please, that was ONE TIME——   tell you what, next time, you have my undivided attention.  "