contagion.

I am a parasite. I am vermin. I am that which destroys your body and that which lives in it, that which festers in your organs and that which devours your corpse once your life is spent. Lord of Rats. Bringer of Disease. Master of Swarms. No cure can...

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OPEN STARTER

“Christmas was six days ago. Where’s my cadaver?”

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@catchthatregenerator​ (x)

“...Fine. You’re not invited to the ant party.”

[grifinnclarke]

[satanslifecoach]

Do you believe in fate? I don’t mean justice. I mean retribution. Facing the consequences of your actions that have produced catastrophe. A sin that is everlasting, one that you have made immortal. There is a line from Shelley that haunts me, a single line from Adonais. I cannot get it out of my head. ‘No more let life divide, what death can join together.

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Victor Frankenstein In Modern Media: Tortured soul, romantic hero, genius loner whose experiments are so grand no one understands him.

Victor Frankenstein In The Novel: Fucks up his experiment, cries in bed and watches everyone he loves die for the last fifty pages.

[filmhall]

Michael Pitt in Boardwalk Empire

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[catchthatregenerator]

“I wanted to see what was in there, and now I don’t want to know.”

It was a decision he regretted, all right. The tape was holding, by the way, so he was going to vote just to forget all about it. Never mind the knife was his favorite. So there, mutual loss. 

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“You could’ve asked.”

Great. His favorite shirt ruined. His stomach literally fluttered in disagreement, and he pressed a palm over the wound, scowling. One would think 400 years was enough to acquire a little social etiquette. 

“How would you like it if I stuck you with a knife?”

[catchthatregenerator]

“Wait right there.”

Adam managed to be very resourceful, no matter what the situation. 

“It’s electrical tape,” he said, coming back after finding salvations. Something was trying to come out past the knife wound. “No–.”

Adam pushed the insect back with his thumb and began to work. 

“I’ll just fix this here.”

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“--Get your thumb out of my gut.”

Indignant, Pestilence swatted at Adam’s hand, twisting himself out of reach. Healing would take time, sure, but tape? Why tape?

“Why did you jab me with that thing anyhow?”

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@paridaemon (x)

"-- ... 'm sorry."

Paul’s expression contorts -- he fusses over his own arm, rubbing at a bony shoulder. 

“You did that on purpose, asshole!”

[inthematrix7]

[catchthatregenerator]

from here:: 

@sickxride

“I need more tape.”

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“Oh, no -- you break the meatsack, you deal with whatever’s in it.”

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HITS W/ WING

“--I will cut this thing off, call a taxidermist, and put it on my wall.”

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@paridaemon

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

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🔪

“--Point that thing away from me, didn’t anyone tell you about running with scissors?”

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KISS

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