#cynanide

[sethdomain]

[cold--carnage]

screenshots of what lmao. us being abused? because literally anything we said while with any of those abusers is null n void because literally EVERYONE knows that the victim of an abusive situation will say ANYTHING just to minimize the risk of being abused more

[kyuhu]

Alright, I'm just going to answer the other asks together because I've been clogging people's dashes enough already today.

Hahah I really can see Feliks getting a little suspicious about it but still beeing outsmarted by Liet on this one during earlier days. All of these guys would be a lot more naive during medieval times imo. Feliks will go haha Liet you gotta try harder I'm not going to fall for you stupid poisoned wine again and then he'll eat sweets and be like "NO WAY!!" It would be a lot harder to poison anyone of these guys at later times though, especially Feliks.

pffft my dad sometimes sings a song that goes "tea for two ein bisschen Gift dazu. Macht uns zwei von allen Sorgen frei" which loosely translates to "tea for two with a dash of poison frees the two of us from all our sorrows" and idk what it's from but it kinda reminded me of this.

I said it in the tags of the poison comic but I can easily imagine it the other way around too. I think Feliks would hire someone to take Liet out during medieval times though?? Idk why? I can just see it better?

[yeetmetotheforbiddenwildwest]

Learned about Mystery Flesh Pit National Park today.

So apparently there's a giant sleeping dragon dinosaur directly beneath Texas and it woke up, coughed, moved an arm and went back to sleep which caused catastrophic damage to the park, earthquakes throughout Texas and the park was closed.

Is this true?

Because I feel like we all should have panicked a long time ago and pumped like thousands of gallons of cynanide poisons or something inside that thing or nuked it because apparently if it were to wake up it could literally destroy the world as we know it...

Also does it have a limb poking out of the ground somewhere or is it just a video game or something...

If this is a real thing then Fripp the nuclear war, radiation, and epidemics/zombie outbreaks. the most likely apocalypse is this thing waking up and splitting the fricking continent because this thing is so huge that by moving underneath the ground where it is would probably end up shoving around so many tectonic plates and cause so many earthquakes that the fricking world would be thrown into dissaray...

Also this is just the one we know about... there could be more scattered across the entire earth and I'm now going to sleep in fear because of my own theory...

[crocodilianmatingcalls]

Guns are dumb. We should get rid of them.

Like, murders were so creative before guns became mainstream. Assasinations aren't what they used to be these days. What happened to teaming up with your buddies to stab your other buddy 23 times? What happened to cynanide poisoning?

And ya know, in places where guns aren't widely available, we still get badass assasinations. People are stabbed in the neck! Their murders are personal! It's intimate! If you want someone gone, you really have to mean it. You have to be prepared to look them in the eye and watch as their life slowly drains out. Murder actually MEANS something to these people.

So yeah, I think guns are the bane of poetic human existence and we should go back to personally killing people with our own bare hands.

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

How many chapters will cynanide narwhal go for?

Also i wanna say i LOVE little Xiao so much he deserves a pancake i think he would explode if he was handed one

i'm afraid that's like the one question i cannot answer. my track record is horrendous. i remember saying something about itysg(ainly) being like five to six chapters long at the start and then look where that ended up. i tought cyanide narwhal would be only a little longer than that one but NO. i do not have self-control when it comes to fic lenght. i could tell you we're in for six more chapters but then see you next year and we're eighty chapters deep. i'd love to say it cannot possibly go for more than twenty as of the latest chapter, but clearly i don't have the capabilities to make such a claim and have it be accurate,;; i know how much story we have left, but what that means in chapter lenght? no clue

so no, i genuinely do not know how many chapters it'll go for lmao i'm sorry;;

[dadddybangtan]

Metanoia | ch. eleven

cw: drvgs, mvrder obvi

word count: 1k

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I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. It blares through the room for a few seconds before my eyes can open enough to read the caller ID.

"Taehyung." I answer.

"It's Hobi, he's not doing well."

"What? What's going on?" I sprang up in bed.

"He's outta dope. And he's withdrawing pretty bad."

"He's out of dope," I yell, causing Jin to slowly sit up in his bed, "He's out of dope? How? The last time he did it was two nights ago."

"He must've shot it all up when I was sleep."

That's not enough time for him to come down and have withdrawals is it? Maybe it is considering how numb to the drug he may be. Every low is very low.

I hear a distant yelp from the other end. Taehyung must be groaning as he fiends for more drugs. My heart aches at the sound of his agony, I just want to hold him through it all. I curse to myself.

"JK should be sending him some more," I say regretfully, "Maybe it'll be there today. But, Hobi, seriously, you have to monitor his intake."

"I'm not a nurse, bro."

"You're a paid caretaker. Act like it."

I hang up and throw my phone to the floor.

"Jimin." Jin says groggily.

"I think Tae is gonna overdose if I don't get back soon enough."

"Should we take him to a rehabilitation facility?"

A tremor rushes through me. I know the truth and it hurts. He's an addict with trauma that can only be appeased by drugs. It doesn't take a therapist too know that. I know he can't live without something to numb the pain. I don't doubt his strength, I'm just a realist.

"If you put him away, he won't come out," I say, "I'm the only one who can help him."

He sighs and rubs the sleep off his face.

"He'll be fine. I'll just have to talk to Hobi."

"There's no talking to that prick."

"That's because it's you and he's not required to take orders from you," He swipes his phone from the bedside table, "If I tell him, he has to listen and obey."

"I fucking hate this." I grumble, plopping back into bed.

"I'll take care of it. We don't need more stress on you. And if Jungkook calls, I'll handle him."

Jin has always been helpful. But since last night, I notice a change. Before, it was surface level. Helpful in a coworker space. It feels like we're partners now. I like it.

But I can't forget about how I felt two mere days ago. Back when I didn't trust him at all and wanted to split his skull with a shotgun.

That feeling is completely gone now.

Maybe it's because he told me something that JK can't know. The fact that he has a forbidden romance on the soil of his boss's rival. One slip up on my end could take him out. There's something magical in it. Thrill. Genuine trust perhaps?

PING

PING

PING

unknown number:

hey

unknown number:

is this jimin?

unknown number:

it's agust

Me

oh hi.. i thought you forgot about me

Agust

i couldn't

Agust

let's meet for lunch

I panic at the sight of the message. Jin was on the balcony smoking a cigarette. I run out to him.

"Do you usually smoke this much?" I ask.

"Not really... What's got you flushed?"

"Agust. He wants to meet for lunch."

Jin's eyes widened in great interest. The transition from his dead gaze to this inspired look is shocking.

"This is perfect." Jin said as he came back inside the room. He opens the dresser drawer next to his bed and took out a small clear tube.

"What's that?"

"Cynanide," He smirks, "You pour this in his drink, your job is done. Within minutes."

Now I know why Jin's eyes sparkled like that. Because lunch with Agust is an easy kill. I can’t argue that.

"Where did you get that?"

"Jennie. She thought it'd be best to keep our options open."

He extends the small tube to me. It feels strange in my hand, but not stranger than a gun.

"Plus, you're more experienced with that sorta thing."

"Right."

He's right, I am more experienced with this. I'm so on edge about it and I don't know why. Maybe it's because this, cyanide, can kill. Nothing I've used back home has killed a victim.

"You should get ready to go, hm?"

"Right, yes."

Jin drives me to the pinned location Agust sent me. It's a nice looking restaurant called Cute Soup a few miles north. I take notice of the outside again. Still orange like the first day I came.

I still can't wrap my head around the cities warmth.

"I'm sure you already know this but, don't spike it unless you know you'll get away with it."

I keep my direction out the window, unable to bring myself to respond. There's nothing to say as I'm hours away from taking a man's life.

"You okay?" He asks softly. I haven't heard his voice laced with such gentle concern.

"What if I feel guilty?"

"You will. It's human nature," he says, "If you're not a psychopath."

"How am I supposed to deal with that?"

He brings the car to a parking spot at the restaurant.

"I've killed a lot of people for JK before Lucas came along. I've dumped more bodies than I've slept with. And when I do it I just try to remember why I started doing this shit."

"What made you start working for someone like JK?"

"Big brother had cancer. Chemo isn't cheap."

"Fuck, I'm so sorry." I trembled.

"Don't be. I was able to keep him alive for another year and a half... So when you kill him, think about the life you're saving," He says, "Taehyung."

The restaurant is dominated by shades of scarlet, charcoal and gold. It's rich and alluring. I spot Agust in a small corner with his head resting on his folded hands. I wait a second before going to sit with him, studying him.

He's nervous. His knee bounces rigorously under the table and his eyes are a saddened expression of fear. And then meet mine instantly. The look of fear stays as his jumping knee calms to a halt.

[vergilboyfriend]

Lethal pursuer and unforeseen here’s the cynanide pills everybody on 3…

[drjekyll2024]

MøuseTråp [Alternate Version]

Mind unravels like a ball of yarn

My spirit wound up tight like a balled fist

Insomnia the catalyst for insanity

My body craves the quiet settling of ethanol like a junkie & his burnt spoon

Restless legs dancing like a rat trapped in the wall

Crawling, scratching, writhing erratically

Unfettered desires to flood these senses with the posion again

Systematic overload of idyllic fantasies of numbness, temptation floods the veins

Like praying for the undertow to crash me against the wicked, jagged breakers

Drown me again, trapped 'neath mountainous waves of the Atlantic

The great white shark bares its bloody kisses, the jaws of death devour slowly

Kelp and seaweed tangle my flailing arms, burning lungs & bubbling air escape my screaming black lips

Like begging for a revolver in the mouth

It would be a trigger in this deathly cycle

Volatile admittedly darker shades of grey sway me

So i can succumb & beg upon backward knees

For this little sip of cynanide, a slip into the coma of smooth suicide

Mousetrap, your jaws chomp down on my limbs & tail

Trapped in the dark recesses of my cranium

Soulless glazed irises bloodshot & dead

I craze for the quell of solace & peace of mind

[lotusofhope]

yeah I think there's nuance here that i didn't put into my funny post

fruit exploits you to get spread across, it doesn't want you to eat infinite fruit (hell apples contain a small amount of cynanide that could kill you if you ate enough or something)

modern (American) food exploits you to buy their product and get addicted to their product and has types of additives banned in other countries that cause issues.

but I don't think I would ever explain it as "unnatural" as much as addictive and unhealthy.

"It only tastes good if you ignore the fact that it has things in it that taste good"

[justplainruby]

[cold--carnage]

MUTUALS WAKE UP 👏

[machetelanding]

[supersonicart]

Femke Hiemstra’s “Hardly My Fault.”

Opening August 6th, 2022 at Roq La Rue Gallery in Seattle, Washington is artist Femke Hiemstra’s solo exhibition, “Hardly My Fault.”

Hiemstra’s work is highly sought after for its meticulous, jewel like renderings of fantastical fairy tale-esque narratives that often reference everyday trials and tribulations and often contains sly puns and humor, but her technical excellence and darker, old world influences keep her work from falling into “whimsy.”

This show explores Femke’s forays and frustration with seeking romantic "love" in general and in her own life, and the reasons it's "beyond her control" (stated with a broad wink to the viewer). She quotes from the Ella Fitzgerald song, "I Am In Love":

Such conflicting questions rise Around in my brain Should I order cynanide Or order champagne?

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[thedancingwalrus-blog]

Honestly this sounds par for the course. Every academic style chemical lab I’ve worked at has been like this. 

I have had a really full and busy day today, but the highlight was:

So I'm sitting in the staff work area and one of my colleagues comes up to me. There's an open day this weekend, and so we need to plan an activity for the would-be students.

"Simple!" I say. "Let's get them to dissect some owl pellets. Hands on, fun, they get to play with skulls."

"Good idea!" she says. "But we'll need something even fancier for the open day in February. What can we do? Perhaps we can take some soil samples."

And as we're debating the photogenic merits of soil Vs dead mice...

Suddenly, a Dashing and Handsome Stranger (read: an autistic engineering lecturer) appears with a flourish (read: launches himself into a seat beside us while visibly and physically vibrating with excitement about his special interest being Useful) and asks "HELLO I'M SORRY DID YOU SAY SOIL BECAUSE I HAVE A RAMAN MICROSCOPE"

"Amazing!" declares my colleague. "...Who are you?"

"COME AND SEE IT!!!" he says, currently the human embodiment of the :D emoticon.

We went and saw it. It's an excellent microscope and his ten minute infodump about it was both spectacular and also extremely useful. We're going to use it to assess microplastics.

I have a new friend.

[chaos-cam]

Death metal - Eyes like cynanide. Live on Chaos cam @ the Trash bar, NYC