#atropine

Tw: war crimes, yanderish behaviour, misunderstandings (in the somehow good way), detailed description of a crime.

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Yandere clown Who was having a bit of a bad day, his performance that morning was worse than usual and his tricks didn’t seem to amuse the public anymore, he was still the star of the circus, but he was already thinking of leaving the circus, but then he saw you with the circus’s director, talking about getting a job in the circus, possibly as an acrobat or as a mage since you knew lots of “Amazing” tricks.

It was love at first sight, your beautiful hair, your perfect angelic face and that voice of yours… it seemed sooo perfect.

The director said that he’s have to think about that for a day or two and asked you to come back on the last day the circus was in town to get your answer.

As soon as you got out the Yandere clown approached the director and asked him to make you join.

The director was a bit hesitant at first, saying something about you being known for your violence and unpredictability, but gave in after the clown threatened to leave the circus if the director didn’t make you join. To be fair he was willing to do something much worse if the director said no…

So … you got the job! You were an acrobat that performed just after the clown’s performance, sometimes even performing with him during his act.

You two worked really well together creating amusing performances for the public.

After most shows you two went out eating some food.

“So what did you use to do before becoming a clown?” You asked one time while eating lunch, spending time with the clown wasn’t bad, he seemed like a pretty cool and trustworthy guy and while you didn’t really care about his private life you liked to engage in conversations with him.

“Accountant, and you?” The clown on the other hand was really curious about your past, he still remembered what the director said before employing you.

“Ah! I did all kinds of things, but I never got a real job!” You were still a bit uncertain if the clown could be trusted with those info.

“Like what?” He asked smirking, expecting something about gangs or maybe drugs.

“I did kill a couple of guys, a former boss of a cartel, a couple of gangs and some things like that,…” you said with non-chalance.

The clown thought you were joking, there was no way someone as cute as you could ever harm someone, you looked so weak and defenceless!

“Oh, really? You strangled him with your little itty-bitty arms?” He asked sarcastically.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get the sarcasm.

“Oh no, that would have been inefficient, I used some nightshade berries, did you know that those berries contain lots of atropine? Just a couple of them can kill a grown man in a matter of minutes, and while it can be traced most people mistake nightshade poisoning with other types of poisons and give useless antidotes giving time to the poison to kill the victim. And if you mix the berries in a box full of blue berries an unsuspecting individual could mistakenly eat even more than a couple of them!” You explained.

Now, to say that the clown was a bit shocked was an understatement: he didn’t know you were this good at making jokes! He almost believed you killed a guy with poison, but you were so harmless and innocent, you were obviously joking!

“I see~ I didn’t know you were so good at making jokes!” He said winking at you.

You mistook his winking as a way of telling you he’d keep the secret. So you decided to tell him a bit more about your past.

“You know those weren’t the only thing I did” you said looking at him.

“Oh, really?” He said expecting another joke.

“Yeah, you know the so called Ghost massacre? I was the one behind it!” You said waiting for his reaction.

The clown laughed.

“You mean the one in which all those people were crucified in a square?” He asked, looking at you with a smile.

You both had a twisted humor, he thought, it was fate that made you two meet.

“Yeah, do you know how difficult it is to kill so many people, to build some good crosses, put them in a square without anyone noticing and bringing the people on the damn crosses?! My whole body hurt so bad for two weeks!” You commented remembering the pain you felt at that time, you had to come up with a good excuse, but your doctor pretty much believed everything you said.

“Oh my! Then next time I’ll help you carry your crosses! How does it sound?” Jest the clown, taking your last joke as the proof that you were made for him, who else but his soulmate could have such a similar humor to his!

On the other hand you took his joke as a promise.

You thought he said that he’d help you with your crimes and you were sooo thrilled at the idea.

Your hands missed the feeling of putting poison in a cup to get your victims.

And so your strange relationship started.

Vile & Vicarious, the prologue to Mischief, Malevolence, Misc. has arrived in time for Hallow's Eve. There's surprises ahead, a blasphemous new church to explore and some familiar fiends you may or may not recognize.

Fear not, this book is just the beginning.

Atropine occurs naturally as a racemic mixture of D- and L-hyoscyamine.

It is applied locally to the eye to dilate the pupil in the examination of the retina or to break up or prevent adhesions between the lens and the iris.

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After several tests on myself and therefore an empirical experience, it should be noted that :

- With a vial of pure atropine, in the form of drops to dilate the pupil), taken in the evening before bedtime : no night sweats & lucid dreams +.

- With a tincture of 5 young Datura plants (homemade & macerate in pure ethanol), a few drops ingested in the evening : NO night sweats, + lucid dreams ++.

Eroticism +++ too.

- Without : overwhelmed night-life.

It is however necessary to remember that atropine, as well as all the alkaloids generated by plants like Datura, pile up in the body and are evacuated very very slowly.

Even when it's in the form of drops to put in the eyes, it passes into the blood and stays for a long time.

Because of the disease I have in my eye, and as these drops brought me real physical relief, I "forgot" to take breaks in my treatment and therefore poisoned myself with this alkaloid. Everything would have been fine in the best of all worlds if, on top of that, I hadn't had food poisoning.

As atropine in overdose gradually prevents the digestive system from functioning normally, I am not drawing you a picture, but at that time, I had a real bad time and, I was going to say, fortunately, I have some medical knowledge that allowed me to understand what was going on, so as not to panic and act accordingly.

All's well that ends well, what does not go down, seeks to go up.

As above, blah blah.

So. Please, don't forget that Datura is a Siren, and that she sings marvelously well, because even those who know Her must continue to tie themselves to the masts of the boat, so as not to succumb to Her embrace.

Botanical tinctures of poisonous/medicinal plants that I finished manufacturing recently. All are in 15ml (1/2 fl. oz.) bottles.