#DescentIntoMadness

[topperhay]

Catherine eats After Eights at 7:50pm. Ungovernable.

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Lighthouse Keeper's Log Shaina Tranquilino September 22, 2024

Day 1 The sea is restless tonight. Waves crash against the rocks below, and the wind howls through the lighthouse, rattling the windows. There’s a fog rolling in, thick and suffocating. I can barely see past the edge of the cliff, and yet… there it is again. A light. Flickering, out on the horizon.

It’s faint, but unmistakable. A ship, perhaps, though no vessel should be this far north in this weather. I’ve sent out the usual signal—no response. Odd. But perhaps they’re just out of range. I’ll keep watch through the night.

Day 3 The light returned again last night. I’m beginning to doubt my senses. It moves, not like a ship, but with a strange, deliberate rhythm. It disappears beneath the waves, only to reappear moments later, closer. I watched it for hours, mesmerized, trying to understand what I was seeing.

I reported the sighting to the mainland, but the response was dismissive. “No known ships in the area,” they said. “Possibly a trick of the light.” A trick of the light. Am I imagining it?

Tonight, I will keep detailed notes on its movements. Something is out there. I can feel it.

Day 5 I’ve barely slept. The light comes each night, always at the same time, always in the same place. Tonight, it was closer than before—too close. The rhythm has become more erratic, almost like it’s… signaling.

I know how this sounds, but I swear the light is alive. It’s watching me. Waiting.

I’ve started hearing things, too. Strange sounds beneath the crash of the waves. A low hum, like a voice just out of earshot, whispering through the fog. I’m not sure what it’s saying, but it fills me with a dread I can’t shake.

I tried to ignore it, to focus on my duties, but my mind keeps drifting back to the sea, to the light. I feel as though something is calling me. I must stay vigilant. I mustn’t let it draw me in.

Day 7 I saw it clearly tonight. Not a ship. Not a flare. Something else. Something unnatural.

It rose from the depths, a glowing orb, hovering just above the water’s surface. The light it emitted wasn’t like anything I’ve ever seen—pale and cold, with an otherworldly sheen. It pulsed slowly, in time with my heartbeat, or so it seemed. For a moment, I was frozen, unable to look away.

Then, I heard the sound again. Louder this time. A voice, no longer a whisper. It spoke my name.

I ran inside, bolted the door, and shut all the windows, but I could still feel it. Watching. Waiting.

Day 9 I dreamt of the sea last night. Dark and endless, stretching out in every direction. The light was there, beneath the surface, pulling me down. I woke gasping for air, drenched in sweat.

I can’t shake the feeling that the light is getting closer each night. There’s a madness creeping into my mind, twisting my thoughts, making me doubt what’s real and what isn’t. I’ve tried to contact the mainland again, but the radio is dead. The storm last night must’ve damaged the lines. I am utterly alone out here.

I’ve started keeping the lantern lit at all times, but it does nothing to ease my fear. The light outside grows stronger. It’s as if it’s challenging me.

Day 11 It spoke again tonight. Louder this time. Clearer. Not my name, but something else. Words I didn’t understand, but they echoed in my mind long after the sound faded.

I went outside, against my better judgment, to face it. The fog was thick, but the light cut through, illuminating the shore in that same eerie glow. It was waiting for me, just beyond the rocks.

I called out to it—demanded to know what it wanted. No answer. Just that same pulsing light, drawing me in.

It wants me to follow. I know this now.

I’m losing my grip on reality. I can feel it, slipping through my fingers like sand. But I have to know. I have to understand what it is.

Day 13 The light is in my dreams now, constant and unyielding. It’s no longer content to stay on the horizon. Last night, it hovered just outside the lighthouse, bathing the walls in its cold glow.

I couldn’t help myself. I went outside again, to the edge of the cliff. The waves crashed below, and there, in the water, it waited. But it wasn’t alone this time. Shapes moved beneath the surface—dark, sinuous forms, circling the light like moths to a flame.

I stood there for what felt like hours, watching them. Watching it.

I could hear the voice again, louder than ever, and for the first time, I understood. “Come.” That’s what it was saying. “Come.”

Day 14 I’m not sure how much longer I can resist.

The light calls to me, day and night. I hear it even when I’m inside, whispering through the walls, through my thoughts. It promises answers, secrets hidden beneath the waves. I am so close now, I can feel it. The truth, just beyond my reach.

But the cost… I fear what it will demand of me. My mind, my soul, my very being. It would be so easy to give in. So easy to let go.

I must stay strong. I mustn’t follow. But the light, it’s always there, waiting, watching.

Day 15 This will be my final entry.

I’ve made my decision. The light will not be denied, and I no longer have the strength to fight it. I’ve seen what lies beneath the waves, and it is beautiful. Terrible, but beautiful.

There are things in this world, in this universe, that we were never meant to understand. I know this now. But the light has chosen me. It wants me to see.

I will go to it tonight, to the edge of the sea. To the place where the land meets the water, and the sky meets the depths. I will follow the light, wherever it leads.

And when the fog rolls in, when the tide pulls me under, I will finally know the truth.

The lighthouse was found abandoned the next day. The keeper's boat was missing, though no sign of it or him was ever discovered. The logs remain, his final words a mystery, unsolved and whispered about by those who dare to keep watch at the edge of the world.

[chainmailandlace-blog]

[jest-a-puppeteer]

Ascertaining the differences between Murder Clowns.

                ᴀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ʙʏ ꜱʜᴀᴄᴏ, ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ.

Asylum Shaco ~ 🎪 AClown'sMindtrap

♦  Here we have my main murder clown. Now, it’s important to heed which one of my clowns you’re interacting with. ♦  Asylum Shaco was arrested and held in Zaun Institution for quite some time. ♦  During that time, he was unable to exercise his powers so he’s really not as skilled in using them as he could be. ♦  His time there’s left him a bit shaken to the outside world, not to mention he can tend to be quite twitchy now at times because electricity wasn’t his friend. ♦  Asylum Shaco resorts to using his powers mainly to hide. He doesn’t like being seen, he doesn’t like people looking at him. It’s very rare he’ll ever take his mask off around someone unfamiliar. ♦  Please don’t touch him either. ♦  His hair is usually dyed purple, or perhaps some other colour. ♦  Overall, Asylum Shaco is a baby. Don’t be mean to him. Needs protect.

Normal Shaco ~ 🃏 WickedFascinations

♦  Normal Shaco’s an asshole. ♦  Unlike Asylum, he’s had years to train and develop his abilities. ♦  He doesn’t try too hard to hide, though he’s not afraid of having his mask off around people. ♦  Normal Shaco’s also doesn’t enjoy being touched by people, but that’s not because he’s timid or the like- He just thinks you’re all beneath him. ♦  I did say he was an asshole, right?

Undecided ~ ♦ MadWithPower ♦

♦  When I haven’t decided quite yet what Shaco I want to give you to interact with, there are some similar base qualities between the two mortal clowns. ♦  They both started off as Princes and grew up around royalty. ♦  They both enjoy people being scared and suffering and have absolutely no remorse for them. Most of the time. Asylum’s a bit fairer but Normal’s just..                                                                   He’s an asshole okay. ♦  They pick fights with everyone and anyone, no matter the size or blatantly obvious skill level superiority. If you exist, Shaco will find some way to tease you about something. ♦  They have black hair and purple eyes.

Dark Star Shaco ~ 🎭 YourWorldIsAToy

♦  Lastly, Dark Star. This one isn’t mortal, of course. ♦  Nonetheless, he is an asshole. ♦  He’s a fairly small dark star in comparison to the others. ♦  While he’s surprisingly obedient when listening to Cosmic Jhin, the moment he’s given a chance to get one up on the entity, he’ll take it. ♦  Speaking of, Dark Cosmic Jhin is the only Dark Star he’d be willing to behave around. ‘Behave’.

[kozality]

Descent into Madness #DiM week 1

I guess an explanation might be required for what I have been calling my Descent into Madness. Descent into Madness is a reading list where I am reading at least one horror story a day from now (edit: was Sept. 8th) until October 31st. I invite anyone and everyone to join me as I travel through the some classic stories and move into the super modern realm of Horror in the 21st Century.

A lot of what I will be reading can be found for free online because it is classified as public domain. The stories that cannot be read online for free are always available through a local library (I reccomend the e-versions; no line-ups and no late fees).

Week 1 Reading List:

Pre-reading: "An Inhabitant of Carcosa" by Ambrose Bierce (just a good foundation of horror story)

"The Call of Cthulhu" by H.P. Lovecraft

"The Repairer of Reputations" by Robert Chambers

"The Mask" by Robert Chambers

"In the Court of the Dragon" by Robert Chambers

"The Yellow Sign" by Robert Chambers

"The Damoiselle d'Ys" by Robert Chambers

Enjoy!

[topperhay]

Masters of disguise! My webcomic Descent Into Madness returns to Tapas on July the 16th.

[jest-a-puppeteer]

All of them do all the nasty prompts do it ]

Naughty Little Meme // Not much point accepting any more I suppose..Oh.. Oh God..

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?      Inner thighs and back of the neck mainly. He’s not really fond of people touching him so, he’s pretty much sensitive everywhere.✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?      Yes.☜ : Does your muse like to top?      Yes.☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?      Yes if it’s Jack. No, don’t touch him.∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?      Face down, ass up. On top.☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?       Normally he just does it if it’s like.. An inconvenience. Shaco gets a lot of awkward murder boners, and it just gets in the way so sometimes he needs to sort that out.       Also when Jack’s asleep and unable to help him out he might have to take care of business himself.☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?      A whole…… Three minutes? Maybe not that quickly but it… He doesn’t usually last very long.. Don’t be mean. He’s not very experienced.✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?     He’s getting better~ Surprisingly gentle hands.♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?     Yes, scars everywhere. Shaco’s surprisingly vain and he doesn’t like people seeing him. He doesn’t really like people looking at him at all, it’s why he’s normally fully covered entirely. Á : Is your muse loud in bed?     Very much so yes. Gag him. Hahahaha no don’t.⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?      Fear.☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?    Doesn’t currently have any. Might get some, maybe.      ♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?     Answered

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?     Hard to say. He doesn’t really want his mouth near anyone’s sexyparts unless it’s Jack and receiving it is just a bit too much.���-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind?      No, they probably wouldn’t do anything to work him up.💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss?      Yes.😈-Favorite sex position?      On Jack’s dick.👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom?     Answered🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called?      I don’t think he has one yet. Sort it out Jack.👄-Do they swallow?      Only Jack.👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?     He doesn’t have one yet. Needs sorting out.💦-Best place for their partner to cum on/in?      Inside.👑-Daddy kink, yes or no?       No.💍-Ever had an affair?     He’s only been in one real relationship and he hasn’t, and has absolutely no intentions to. Sorry.🏢-Most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex?      Probably in an alley during murder night, fully clothes in his clown gear, covered in blood.🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?      DM me if you’re really that curious.

[roykhamus]

Descent Into Madness - To Each His Own

[topperhay]

More like descent Into manhole, amirite? Look out for this sweet and unsavoury pair on September 18th! #descentintomadness #comic #webcomic #illustration #cartoonart #baxter #emiko https://www.instagram.com/p/CEonYlZD1cv/?igshid=15w1zjjja275v

[jest-a-puppeteer]

👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom?

Naughty Little Meme // Accepting

Bondage. For Asylum Shaco anyway. He hates being restrained in any way because he can’t get out of it. There’s plenty of other things that are deal breakers because Asylum’s smol and soft, but that’s the main one.

Normal Shaco’s an asshole. I don’t know what it would be for him.Lack of torture maybe, idk. *shrugging*

[jest-a-puppeteer]

15, 28, 31.

Closeup Headcanons // Accepting

15) Neck.Nothing all that special here, lovely and slender, not a lot of scars but most likely bite marks again, depends on er.. The night before. He doesn’t really go out of his way to cover his neck as much as he does the rest of his body, because turtlenecks are ugly af.28) Back.His back is the most scarred area of his body aside from his arms. There’s lots of lovely backstory that goes with this, but the marks are mostly from scratches by the looks of it? Or probably cuts? Don’t ask Shaco. He doesn’t know. He can’t remember where most of them came from. He doesn’t even know what his back looks like.Much like the rest of him, very ticklish, especially the lower back area.31) The booty.V cute butt. Soft and squeezable. Handle with care please. No randos touchy please. Very bad. He will stab in the face. He wears baggy clown pants most of the time so it’s hard to notice.

[jest-a-puppeteer]

♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

Naughty Little Meme // Accepting

Yes absolutely he needs pats and to be told he’s a good boy with lots of tender snuggles and smooches.

No. He’s too cool for that stuff.

[jest-a-puppeteer]

24. fingers. (all of them.)

Closeup Headcanons // Accepting

Like the rest of him, Shaco prefers to be as covered up as possible from head to toe, so he loves his gloves. His fingers are slender and great for piano playing, which is a skill he does actually have, it just doesn’t get put to use very often.While both hands are scarred faintly, the fingers of his left hand are a lot more nicked than his right, what with his right being his dominant hand and he has a tendency to play rather hazardous games when he’s bored.

[jest-a-puppeteer]

NSFW clown canons gogogo

Shaco likes to hold hands every now and again.

Okay, yes and no.

~ He doesn’t like people touching him so there aren’t a lot of bedcanons to go around, namely for asylum Shaco because he really hasn’t had that much experience.

~ Lack of experience = It doesn’t take him long if he’s really enjoying it.

~ He’s noisy. Like really noisy. If he’s getting pleasured the clown literally won’t be able to suppress any noises that have to leave his mouth.

~ Looks great in ladies lingerie.

~ Will never admit to being a bottom.

~ Likes biting and being bitten.

~ More often than not he ends up getting a boner when he’s killing people. He really has no control over it, okay? It’s just such a thrill. Don’t say you’re surprised.

~ Morning sex is great.

What more do you want from me? smh

[jest-a-puppeteer]

Thighs. 8)

Closeup Headcanons // Accepting

This may or may not be a surprise but Shaco is extremely ticklish, everywhere. His thighs are in no way exempt from this factor. In fact, they are much worse.Much like the rest of him, the clown’s thighs are pale and marked with faint scars, and almost probably covered in bite marks and bruises with thanks to.. Well- *Gestures to he who questioned.*As twink skinny looking as the jester is, when he’s healthy his legs aren’t exactly scrawny, just pleasantly athletic as it the rest of his build. After all, he needs good muscles seeing as he does a lot of running. Away, that is.