#sh implications

[foreverdreamingkiki]

Kieran, snap out of it. What would Carmine think if we..

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"AHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!"

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"K-Kiki? Kiki, are you okay?!?"

Shoot.

[swollenbabyfat]

tell me that it didn't happen

[10000mormonsintheutahdesert]

Holmes + their watsons + being dog coded

Arthur Conan Doyle, "A Study in Scarlet"//Planate Animal//Wikipedia, "Black dog (folklore)"//Arthur Conan Doyle, "The Hound of the Baskervilles"//Mitski, "Cop Car"//Arthur Conan Doyle, "The Adventure of the Devil's Foot"//Athur Conan Doyle, "The Adventure of Three Garridebs"//Sherlock & Co, "The Dancing Men"//Limbourg brothers, "Les tres riches heures du Duc de Berry"//Psych, "Lock, Stock, Some Smoking Barrels and Burton Guster's Goblet of Fire"//Elementary, "Details"//Sherlock & Co "Shoscombe Old Place"//Sherlock & Co, "The Solitary Cyclist"//House, "House Training"//Sherlock & Co, "The Solitary Cyclist"//Maurice Leblanc, "Arsene Lupin vs Herlock Sholmes"

[redladydeath]

Okay, so last night I decided I wanted to do something with Vox and body horror and this story concept ended up manifesting in my brain. Massive CW for psychosis that's not actually psychosis, as well as self-harm and body horror.

Vox and Alastor meet in the 1940s while they're both doing electrical engineering work for the war effort. Vox is only 22, so he falls fast and hard for Alastor, who decides to use the younger man's infatuation with him to his advantage. One night while they're out drinking, Alastor convinces Vox to make a blood oath with him. He tells him it's just symbolic, but in reality, there's magic involved; if Alastor kills him, he'll get all the years Vox was supposed to live added to his own lifespan, which is dwindling. He lures Vox into the woods and tries to murder him, but is shot by a hunter who happens upon the struggle. Vox nearly loses an eye, but survives the encounter and is able to go on with his life, albeit with some pretty intense trauma.

Twenty years later, it's the 1960s. Vox has been a successful television presenter for 10~15 years now. He's rich and is married with children, but is less than an ideal husband/father. When he's not at work, he's usually with Valentino, a young male prostitute who he's been having a secret affair with for the past year or two. The two of them are currently somewhere between a sugar daddy/baby arrangement and a legit relationship. Vox is overall pretty content with his life and hasn't thought about Alastor in years. That is, until things start to change.

At first, it just seems like a bad cold; his joints are stiff and he has the chills constantly, but that's nothing too unusual, and he continues going about his daily life. But then the delusions start. Vox begins hearing things whenever a radio is on– words and phrases that shouldn't be coming out of it, said in a familiar tone of voice. He starts seeing shadows moving just out of the corner of his eye, but when he turns to look at them, they're gone. When Vox looks in the mirror or watches clips from his show, there's something different– uncanny– about his own eyes that makes him feel like he's looking at a stranger. It must be stress, he thinks; he's been working himself too hard.

But things only get worse. Vox's body is stiff and jerky and cold– suddenly very cold to the touch, although no one other than Vox can feel it. Food and drink and cigarettes lose their taste. His emotions feel muted– all except fear. He starts hearing this loud, irritating humming when he's in the studio which makes it hard for him to work. People are starting to get worried. He's acting erratically, asking if they can hear or feel things that simply aren't there. His wife thinks he's building towards a nervous breakdown, but Vox knows that's not true. Something's happening to him, something no one can perceive but him.

Things continue to deteriorate. Vox thinks he can hear metal creaking when he moves. His face won't show up on camera anymore; the footage always ends up damaged for reasons no one can explain. He smashes the family radio in front of his kids when he clearly hears Alastor's voice coming out of it, taunting him. He asks Valentino, who hasn't even been to church in the past decade, to connect him with his childhood priest because he thinks he's being possessed and wants an exorcism. If the Protestant God won’t help him, maybe the Catholic one will. It still doesn't work.

Things come to a head one night when Vox, desperate to prove to himself and everyone else that he's not crazy, takes a knife and cuts deep into the hand he used to make the pact with Alastor all those years ago. He cuts and cuts and cuts until finally– finally– he sees it: metal and wires and no blood. He was right. He tries to show his wife but only succeeds in scaring her out of her wits. He flees the house and takes the family car. He needs to go see Valentino, show him, ask him for help. He crashes the car into a lamppost while trying to drive with one hand. A cashier working late in a nearby electronics store tries to help him, bringing him into the shop to wait while he calls an ambulance.

When the cashier leaves him alone to go make the call, Vox hears it again. He hears Alastor's voice coming out of a radio, telling him that his time is up. He's been living on borrowed (or rather, stolen) time for the past ten years and now it's time to come join him, down where they both belong. Vox can feel his "bones" cracking, his skin stretching and tearing. He can't hear anything except Alastor's voice alongside the blaring static emitting from all the TVs and radios in the store. He's dying he's dying he's dying– until he stumbles into a fusebox and the whole store is engulfed in an electrical fire.

When the firemen dig through the rubble, they never find a human body.

[uncanny-tranny]

Like obviously the whole "they're just doing [x] for attention!" is completely asinine because humans are social creatures who need attention to some capacity, but also... in your narrative, does everybody do things specifically for your attention? When somebody does something drastic or shocking, is it not because they're desperate for help but just because they crave your attention specifically? Does the sun rise and set at your command as well?

[blvcklizard]

Why would you DO THAT

[citrus-cactus]

I hope this clears things up

@digitalgate02 :D

[boycritter]

i usually sleep in not that much clothing bc i get very warm very easily BUT if i leave my room at night (bathroom, snack, etc) i have to be fully entirely clothed even if everyone else is supposedly asleep. that is my compulsion i HAVE to do it and if i dont do it i WILL run into family members in the halls (especially my parents) who will Face The Horrors and it will not go well for me. well its like. 1 30 in the am and i figure no one else in the house will be awake. and i really need water so i go to get some water. without doing the compulsion. and i run into my brother !!!! the one time i do not do the compulsion my anxiety comes true!!!! this will affect the trout population*.

[thalassous]

"i believe, we have to kill this guy, citizen kuragin." "damn!"

or, war and peace as well as les miserables happen at literally the same time interval.

[ ID: A halfbody, coloured drawing of Enjolras standing partially in front of Anatole Kuragin. Enjolras is on the left, he holds a pocket watch in his right hand and a gun in his left. He looks troubled. Anatole is on his right, and he lifts his head above his left hand while looking pleased. Enjolras says, "Je crois, nous devons tuer cette homme, Citoyen Kuragin." Anatole responds with, "Zut!" The background is plain grey END ID. ]

[foreverdreamingkiki]

what did you dream about?

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Ahahaha, I love drawing!!!!!

But yeah, it's getting a bit boring.

Let's play the pen game in a moment!!!!!

[godblooded]

an unnecessary reminder i will go to bat any day of the week for james sunderland.

[the-starry-lycan]

Ah yes. Time to get out the little feather cat toy so I can play with my Rayquaza.

[b-rainlet]

'Swing Kids fails at showing how cruel the nazis truly were'

This is a movie about german children who weren't inherently in danger by virtue of being 'the right race' whose only 'wrong-doings' were listening to the wrong kind of music and still they were constantly threatened and beat up, were forced to join the HJ to not endanger their families, one of them had his hand hurt so badly by a nazi he couldn't use two of his fingers anymore and had to teach himself to play guitar three-fingered, they were used to gather information for the Gestapo to the point the mc distrusted his best friend, they witnessed beatings and deportations and the shooting of a man on the run, the movie quite literally ends with the teenage main character being sent to what's most likely a concentration camp for dancing to the wrong music

[uncanny-tranny]

One of the hardest things to actually accept, in my experience, is that you eventually have to forgive yourself for the harm you did to yourself. A good way to move on from that is just being able to let your past self rest in peace. Don't stomp on their resting spot, they need to be at peace. They deserve to be at peace, and so do you.

[averlym]

Im sorry but can you do 45 angst for parrlyn? U don't have to tho!

45- "leave" (very quick doodle for you!)

[dolokhoded]

i Cannot believe i just went to youtube to listen to cancer by mcr and got a razor ad