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"I'll charge the electric chair if you pull the lever." — Hello and welcome~ This is a Addams Sabo blog, so general Addamses warnings apply. If that's not your cup of tea that's awesome, just please don't take any hate out on me. If you want more information check out my about and rules pages. <3

[tangledloversandfrozenhearts]

My life is rated PG for pretty gay

[mortepiacere-deactivated2019032]

A handy list of poisons for writing reference, provided to you by me, Bella

Poisoning is one of the oldest murder tactics in the books. It was the old equalizer, and while it’s often associated with women, historically men are no less likely to poison you. This is not a guide on how to poison people, you banana bunches, it’s a guide on writing about poisons in fiction so you don’t end up on a watch list while researching them. I’ve taken that hit for you. You’re welcome. These are just a few of the more classic ones.

Hemlock: Hemlock (conium maculatum) is one of the more famous ones, used in ancient times most notably in Socrates’ forced suicide execution. So it goes. The plant has bunches of small, white flowers, and can grow up to ten feet tall. It’s a rather panicky way to die, although it wouldn’t show: hemlock is a paralytic, so the cause of death is most often asphyxiation due to respiratory paralysis, although the mind remains unaffected and aware.

Belladonna: Atropa belladonna is also called deadly nightshade. It has pretty, trumpet-shaped purple flowers and dark, shiny berries that actually look really delicious which is ironic since it’s the most toxic part of the plant. The entire plant is poisonous, mind you, but the berries are the most. One of the most potent poisons in its hemisphere, it was used as a beauty treatment, so the story says, and rubbed into the eyes to make the eyes dilate and the cheeks flush. Hench the name beautiful lady. The death is more lethargic than hemlock, although its symptoms are worse: dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, blurred vision, tachycardia, loss of balance, staggering, headache, rash, flushing, severely dry mouth and throat, slurred speech, urinary retention, constipation, confusion, hallucinations, delirium, and convulsions. It’s toxic to animals, but cattle and rabbits can eat it just fine, for some reason. 

Arsenic: Arsenic comes from a metalloid and not a plant, unlike the others here, but it’s easily the most famous and is still used today. Instead of being distilled from a plant, chunks of arsenic are dug up or mined. It was once used as a treatment for STDs, and also for pest control and blacksmithing, which was how many poisoners got access to it. It was popular in the middle ages because it looked like a cholera death, due to acute symptoms including stomach cramps, diarrhea, confusion, convulsions, vomiting, and death. Slow poisoning looked more like a heart attack. The Italians famously claimed that a little arsenic improved the taste of wine.

Strychnine: Strychnine (strick-nine) is made from the seed of strychnos nux vomica and causes poisoning which results in muscular convulsions and eventually death through asphyxia. Convulsions appear after inhalation or injection—very quickly, within minutes—and take somewhat longer to manifest after ingestion, around approximately 15 minutes. With a very high dose, brain death can occur in 15 to 30 minutes. If a lower dose is ingested, other symptoms begin to develop, including seizures, cramping, stiffness, hypervigilance, and agitation. Seizures caused by strychnine poisoning can start as early as 15 minutes after exposure and last 12 – 24 hours. They are often triggered by sights, sounds, or touch and can cause other adverse symptoms, including overheating, kidney failure, metabolic and respiratory acidosis. During seizures, abnormal dilation, protrusion of the eyes, and involuntary eye movements may occur. It is also slightly hallucinogenic and is sometimes used to cut narcotics. It also notably has no antidote. In low doses, some use it as a performance enhancer.

Curare: Chondrodendron tomentosum is lesser known than its famous cousins, but kills in a very similar way to hemlock. It is slow and terrible, as the victim is aware and the heart may beat for many minutes after the rest of the body is paralyzed. If artificial respiration is given until the poison subsides, the victim will survive.

Wolfsbane: Aconitum has several names; Monkshood, aconite, Queen of Poisons, women’s bane, devil’s helmet) and is a pretty, purple plant with gourd-shaped flowers. The root is the most potent for distillation. Marked symptoms may appear almost immediately, usually not later than one hour, and with large doses death is near instantaneous. Death usually occurs within two to six hours in fatal poisoning. The initial signs are gastrointestinal including nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. This is followed by a sensation of burning, tingling, and numbness in the mouth and face, and of burning in the abdomen. In severe poisonings pronounced motor weakness occurs and sensations of tingling and numbness spread to the limbs. The plant should be handled with gloves, as the poison can seep into the skin.

Foxglove: Digitalis is large with trumpet-shaped flowers that can be many colors, but usually a pinkish shade. It may have from the term foxes-glew, which translated to fairy music. Intoxication causes nausea, vomiting and diarrhea, as well as sometimes resulting in xanthopsia (jaundiced or yellow vision) and the appearance of blurred outlines (halos), drooling, abnormal heart rate, cardiac arrhythmias, weakness, collapse, dilated pupils, tremors, seizures, and even death. Slowed heartbeat also occurs. Because a frequent side effect of digitalis is reduction of appetite and the mortality rate is low, some individuals have used the drug as a weight-loss aid. It looks a bit like comfrey, which is an aid for inflammation. Make sure not to confuse the two.

[rppanda]

Reblog if you’re comfortable with:

Roleplaying with OC’s.

Roleplaying with Crossovers.

Roleplaying with Duplicates.

[thelovejournals]

If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.

Franz Kafka, Letts to Milena (via wordsnquotes)

[oopsiewoopsie123]

Something Rotten Starters pt. 1

Welcome to the Renaissance

“Can’t say that we’ve really missed them.”

“So dark and barbaric.”

“So dull and mundane.”

“That was so Middle Ages.”

“Welcome to the Renaissance.”

“Here we’ve made advances in the sciences.”

“We have the latest gadgets and appliances.”

“They’re all a bunch of heathens.”

“Hey look there’s ___ with a chicken.”

“He’s just so freakin’ awesome!”

God, I Hate Shakespeare

“Oh god I hate Shakespeare.”

“That’s right, I said it!”

“That bastard doesn’t care that my poor ass is getting numb.”

“How can you say that?”

“It’s easy I can say it ‘cause it’s absolutely true!”

“Aw, geez, you sound just like him!”

“You should hate Shakespeare!”

“I try to emulate Shakespeare.”

“Well, there’s your problem.”

“Why is it a problem to admit that I’m a fan?”

“The man really knows how to write a bitchin’ play.”

“Well la-di-da-di-da.”

“I think by now we sort of know you hate Shakespeare.”

Right Hand Man

“If you ever got trouble I would be there on the double just to bail you out.”

“If there’s anything you lack you know I’ve always got your back.”

“Think of me as your sidekick, helping you whenever I can.”

“I’m more than just a woman, baby.”

“Let me be your right hand man!”

“Ugh! You’re not hearing me!”

“If you’re ever in a pickle you can call for me and quick’ll be how fast I run.”

“You and me should be a team.”

“But to just be a pretty lady would be a pity, baby.”

“Eat your cabbage.”

“I’m stronger than you think.”

“Don’t be thinking I ain’t tough.”

“I am where you oughta go when the going’s getting rough.”

“Quit trying to protect me.”

“Can we change the subject please?”

“If you’re ever in a fix and it’s a fix you need to nix then I’m your go-to guy.”

“You’re not a guy.”

“Don’t be so literal!”

“And don’t forget I’m not a shrinking violet, a solid rock am I!”

“There’s no problem that’s too big.”

“So don’t be a sexist pig!”

“Is it asking too much of you? It’s only cause I love you”

God, I Hate Shakespeare (Reprise)

“I guess I hate the fact that he is everything I ever dreamed that I could be.”

“I mostly hate the way he makes me feel about… Me.”

“I’ve gotta make it happen.”

“Gotta find that pot of gold.”

“If there was just some way to know just what the future holds.”

A Musical

“What the hell are musicals?”

“Well that is the stupidest thing that I have ever heard!”

“Who on Earth is going to sit there while an actor breaks into song?”

“What possible thought could the audience think other than ‘this is horribly wrong’?”

“I don’t know, I find it hard to believe people would actually pay to see something like this.”

“You could go see a tragedy, but that wouldn’t be very fun.”

“Or go see something more relaxing and less taxing on the brain.”

“Sounds miserable.”

“And people actually like this?”

“What the hell are you doing now?”

The Black Death

“The Black Death, it’s gonna get you.”

“It’s gonna hit you.”

“That pesty little pestilence is killing half of Europe.”

“It’s getting closer.”

“It’s getting grosser.”

I Love The Way

“The candlelight ignites my desire to read.”

“To find a perfect rhyme is not an easy thing-ly”

“I love the places that words let me go.”

“I love the way that your words move me so.”

“No words have touched me the way that yours do.”

“Wait. That didn’t sound right.”

“I love that you feel the same way I do.”

Will Power

“Is it good to see me or what?”

“I adore the adoration.”

“I am the will of the people now.”

“In fact, I’d like to feel you a little later.”

“Glorious? Do you mean me? Well I can be.”

“There’s a fever going round.”

“Oh that is music to my ears.”

“Thank you, I like that one too.”

“I am the hard-working bard you regard.”

“I am the man you wanna see.”

“Where there’s a will there’s a way.”

“Parting is such a sweet sorrow!”

Bottom’s Gonna Be On Top

“No more Mr. Anonymous.”

“You’re such a wonderful writer, and your talent is beyond compare.”

“You are a star, you are, and you couldn’t be brighter.”

“Now you’re just embarrassing me!”

“Man I’m gonna sizzle, man I’m gonna pop.”

“If gratitude were food I’d have a big plate full.”

“Nice metaphor, bro.”

“You’re the greatest, you’re the man.”

“Now we’re handing the crown down to you.”

“Not. So. Fast.”

“If you want to make it to the top, then you’re gonna have to go through me.”

“I will not be giving up that easily.”

“I’m gonna enjoy it when I knock you off your perch.”

“My accomplishments are much more accomplished than yours.”

“You can’t be best because I am the best.”

“I never thought that I would meet my equal but I concede that I’ve been bested by the best”

“Oh my, how the tide has turned.”

Welcome To The Renaissance (Reprise)

“Now the stage is set for a huge response.”

“Got to give the audience what it wants.”

“What’s a famous bard to do?”

[musesgonnamuse]

your muse is allowed to underestimate my muse 

your muse is allowed to disrespect my muse

your muse is allowed to provoke my muse

your muse is allowed to be a little asshole to my muse

and more – !!

So long as you, the mun, understand the consequences of your muse ticking off my muse your muse is allowed to be not nice to mine. Confrontation can be interesting and fun to rp! I welcome it! While you, the mun, should know better than to provoke my muse your muse might not and that’s okay! Mun does not equal muse and vice versa. When your muse provokes mine, disrespects mine, underestimates mine, I am trusting that even if your muse doesn’t know the consequences that you, the other mun, understand there are repercussions for your muse being an asshole.

you want your muse to be an ass to mine? that’s fine – just don’t whine when your muse doesn’t come out of it unscathed. 

[asexualzoro]

list of reasons i find mihawk ridiculous

- he’s named Dracule and im p sure like half his personality is vampire aesthetic

- his name’s “hawk eyes” mihawk like he couldn’t emphasize HAWK enough

- sails all manner of dangerous seas in a coffin-shaped (and sized) boat to fit the vampire aesthetic

- the boats like literally just a chair in a coffin. there’s no oars or sails. how’s he steer? he just sit there and hope for the best? he’s got nowhere to store food for long journeys. how’s he even use that boat?

- lives alone on a scary island in a castle surrounded by blood thirsty monkeys, almost definitely to fit the vampire aesthetic

- i’m p sure it’s like eternally cloudy there or smth. whole place is surrounded by ruined towns and creepy forests and no other people. what’s he even do out there? i bet he’s reading cheesy vampire novels.

- leaves home for a while, returns to find two people he barely knows have taken up residence in his absence, barely cares

- one of the two people who took up residence in Mihawk’s castle is a guy who’s life mission is to beat Mihawk, he just lets the guy stay

- guy’s got like no friends. the closest he’s got to friends is like. Perona and Zoro who just kinda showed up at his house and Shanks who he mostly seems to like. tolerate

- he seems to find the concept of friendship scary as he’s got a quote where he says he finds Luffy’s ability to easily make friends to be terrifying. mihawk wtf

- chased down a pirate armada across two seas to destroy it just because he’s bored

- carries around two weapons, one being a big black sword the size of him and the other being a butterknife-sized version of that sword which he fights others with JUST bc he can to show off

- “you don’t need a canon to hunt rabbits” and you don’t need to be this over-the-top but here we are

- the butter knife is usually stored as a cross-shaped necklace, definitely to fit the vampire aesthetic

- fights a dude with the butter knife of death, and after deciding he likes the guy during the fight, does the guy the honor of finishing him off via cutting him the fuck in half with the giant sword

- i don’t have a way to end this list and im probably missing something but i’d like to say i love dracule mihawk

(thank you to @ayotofu for assistance on this list)

[asexualzoro]

this post recently passed 1000 notes, so there’s some stuff i need to say

- i Slightly misremembered Mihawk’s boat. that’s okay, everyone makes mistakes, and not a single one of you corrected me. however, it’s actually worse than i remembered. here’s why:

1) i was wrong about it not having a sail. instead, Mihawk’s boat had a mast which was made to resemble the hilt of his big sword, because Mihawk can’t do anything without it being incredibly edgy and extra.

2) in every appearance the sails have been rolled up. does he even use them or are they just for show. how does he use that boat

3) i was informed via tags by many people that Mihawk’s ship ALSO has two candles at the front with green flames. GREEN FLAMES. i’ve lived four peaceful years of my life having read the manga, not knowing this extra-ass fucker has two green candles on the front of his ship but now i know and there’s nothing i can do about it. how the hell did he even MANAGE that. i’m literally so pissed off about this. how do they stay lit when he’s on the water? how do they not just burn away, does he have extra candles stored somewhere? why are they green?

4) did i mention the boat is named the Coffin Boat? that’s it’s name, apparently.

- according to official manga coloring, Mihawk has red eyes. RED EYES. please stop this man

- speaking of eyes, the guy’s got bulls-eye patterned irises? he’s lucky they aren’t red, honestly, or else he’d have two targets for eyes.

- his facial hair. just look at it.

- he’s only laughed like twice in the whole series and im pretty sure he was laughing at Zoro both times

- despite being a powerful and terrifying swordsman, most of the time when he appears on cover pages he’s doing shit like farming and hanging out with baby bears

- on one of the covers he’s enjoying a nice meal with Jinbei, and he eats it using his butter knife of death. he’s likely killed people with that thing and he uses it to eat his food

- his hat

- at Marineford, Mihawk cuts an iceberg in half. he was aiming for Luffy, missed, and cut the top off an iceberg bigger than an entire fleet of battleships

- Luffy was probably the shortest dude at marineford and he’s stick-thin, Mihawk had no reason to make a cut like THIS

what was that about not needing cannons to hunt rabbits again?

- he wears nice shirts around the house at Kurigana but always goes out shirtless and in a cloak. sailing on the Grand Line and East Blue? shirtless. going to the biggest war of the century? titties out and ready for manslaughter

- he agrees to train Zoro for two years despite knowing that Zoro will one day use all that training to come back and kick his ass. he really has nothing better to do out there at his castle i guess?

- i once again have no idea how to finish off this list and still probably missed stuff, but i want to say i still absolutely fucking love Dracule Mihawk

[g0ldenruless]

I don’t insult people, I describe them.

Unknown (via goldenruless)

[prettytragedies]

Character A: Can you two, explain to me again, why we thought following a murder of crows was a good idea?

Character B&C (looking directly into A's eyes): We actually never thought it was a good idea. It was actually the opposite, we thought it was a terrible, terrible idea. But, someone had it on their bucket list, so here we are

[astrology-secrets]

The “I will do it because you said I couldn’t” club

[talktoten-a-deactivated20240813]

okay please reblog this if you are happy to write lengthy threads with long, complicated plots and multiple non-player characters, whilst driving the plot forward on a mutually-responsible, mutually-beneficial basis, sometimes winged and sometimes not, using the “yes and” technique to build a story 

[prettytragedies]

what she says: the fact that you're alive is a miracle

what she means: the fact that nobody has killed you just to shut you up is a miracle

[pencap]

MAKE BELIEVE

I like to imagine–     sometimes, in the dead of night     with only the stars left to act as witness I like to imagine a kinder world where we have never learned to swallow blood in our sleep. I know that they say make-believe is a game for children, but darling,                     lover,                             half of my heart,  none of us ever got to be children, really,  so play along with me for a little while. 

I know this world is not here, but maybe it exists somewhere–     somewhere past the last twinkling star     somewhere the moon cannot bear witness and the sun cannot reach     somewhere prayers go to live Maybe it’s real beyond the space between your breath and mine. And in this world, Sunlight is warm and gentle and welcome. There are no broken pieces of ourselves hidden in the shadows that scuttle away from daylight. There are no burial grounds in our chests tucked away like secrets where the sun cannot penetrate. The stars are just merry friends in the night, not a thousand eyes staring into our darkest corners. The wind does not whisper memories too faded to reach. The earth does not tremble with the weight of lives unlived. And in this world, Your fingers and mine fit together like a key in a lock, instead of bullets clicking into place in the chamber of a gun. Purple is the colour of violets, not bruises,     and the only red we know comes from sunrises on mountaintops. Can you imagine it? If you close your eyes and breathe real slow, Can you see it past the nightmares dancing behind your eyelids? Can you hear it beyond the pounding of your heart like a death knell?

[laconicmessage-deactivated20220]

I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.

A Thousand Paper Cranes (via laconicmessage)

[prettytragedies]

Plus side of shipping with me: i will always be here to scream ideas and headcanons at and i will be screaming more along with you.

Downside of shipping with me: you will eventually come to the conclusion that i am satan.

[pencap]

You love him,  you do, and here’s the miracle: he loves you too. You are allowed to lick off the colour from his lips to listen to the hymns in his pulse to bask in the sunlight of his voice You are allowed  to have him. You love each other, you do, and here’s the tragedy: it’s not enough. You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out You are not allowed to save him.

you can love him, but you can’t keep him ( j.p. )

[pencap]

here, let me show you this body of mine. i know that you tell me you will love me no matter what horror stories my scars have to tell– i know, i know, i know, but i  just want to be sure.   i just want you to know what you’re promising before you promise it and it lies between us like a field of eggshell landmines daring me to trample my broken way across them.   see this: this is my throat, and it only knows how to make rasping screams like a vulture because of all the smoke i swallowed from all the bridges that i burned. but i swear– i swear i was just trying to get warm. i was so cold and i didn’t know what i was burning until all that was left was smoke in my lungs and a trail of ashes on the water–   and see the thing is, ashes make terrible trails,      worse even than breadcrumbs, and i didn’t know how to go back home, and ashes make terrible bricks,      worse even than straw, and i didn’t know how to build another bridge again. and this, feel this: this is my hand and all my fingers are callused from all those times i squeezed the trigger shooting down stars from the night sky. but listen, i was so lost and so desperate, and i just needed a star to wish on, that’s all.   that’s all.   i wasn’t trying to leave the sky dark, i promise, and i wasn’t trying to be greedy. i just needed a shooting star to wish on, and maybe, just to hold in my hands for a few precious seconds while it died.   but now i look up at the night sky and there are no stars left–      not to point me back north,      not to draw constellations with,      not to wish upon ever again. and now, you know, i look over my shoulders and there isn’t even a wall of smoke      or a trail of ashes      or even the shadow of a footstep to tell me where i came from.   so that’s why i am standing      here           now.

why are you s t i l l here? ( j.p. )