🫀RagenLindemann🫀

About me:

Ragen Lindemann was a man whom many knew. Someone considered him a good, worthy man with a great future and a good friend. Someone hated him to the core and cursed him.

He had a wonderful husband and daughter, each of whom could boast of something good that they were able to achieve.

Ragen was a mentally ill man. He was diagnosed with mixed personality disorder and it constantly interfered with his life. Life often lost its colors, difficulties pressed on him, threatening to break him completely. But despite his illness, he was strong. He was treated and tried for the sake of his beloved husband.

Ragen was an artist. He dreamed of being one since childhood, when he still drew very simple drawings. He trained to be a graphic designer because he wanted to make games and create new worlds. He wanted to leave his bright mark on the world and be remembered by others.

He loved cats very much and his husband. He loved the night and the smell of the sea with fresh baked goods. He loved the taste of strawberries and classic clothes. He loved black and red. He really loved and respected his friends who had been with him all this time, especially those who had been tested for years. He loved collecting small things, stuffed animals and wearing jewelry. He loved the smell of men's perfume, as well as the forest after the rain.

He loved looking at corpses and organs and smelling blood.

He loved murder stories that were full of cruelty.

He believed in the paranormal. In monsters, ghosts. That someone is harassing him right now from the darkness.

Is that you? Are you looking at me from the dark?

Are you salvation or destruction?

Plunge into darkness. Give up your flesh and heart.

And then we will know the meaning.

Meaning of dance of life and death...

Who I'd like to meet:

Someone alive

Horror fans of all types will be cool (but i can talk about any fandom, i just irl prefer that kind of stuff)