#cynanide

[sethdomain]

[carnage-cathedral]

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

[snugglesquiggle]

sometimes i call things reddit just to rhetorically downvote them

[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

[saintsenara]

thank you so much, pal - delighted to see sparkling cynanide in such illustrious company.

What are your top HP fics based on writing? Like things that are just beautiful to read

Wow I think I’m answering this 3 months late sorry aghh. Again, I don’t read as many fics as I would like to, but I’ve been changing that recently and these are 4 that have really stood out to me in terms of writing!

Savour the Moment by - @evesaintyves

This fic made me both sad and hungry

This is a truly beautiful portrait of Molly and her relationship with Ginny. I really love how effortlessly this weaves in the food and cooking imagery with the emotions of the characters. The descriptions are so detailed and vivid that you can practically taste the cakes and pies off of the words alone.

Grief is hanging over this fic heavy, grief from Molly with her brothers and grief yet to come from Ginny. These two very different women, who also feel things very differently, have an extremely engaging back and forth of attempted connections. Both of them want it but aren’t able to easily get there with each other, and that struggle was very compelling to me.

Really such a great fic, I always find myself coming back to it

Favorite quotes:

“Molly has always tasted her memories. Perhaps that's why she's always been a bit thick round the middle: food relishes the good times, is the physical stuff of love. Ever since she was a little girl: plum pudding was Christmas and summers were cherry ice cream and chocolate flake. The time she broke her ankle jumping down from a tree, to this day, is the chalk flavor of Skele-Gro and a limp cucumber sandwich from the St Mungo's cafeteria. Her mother is sweet milky tea and her father is cottage pie with mushrooms, his favourite, flavoured with the smoke of his pipe in the air.”

“She learned to cook at her own mother's elbow and she is full of warm, creamy, ginger-flavoured memories of it. But Ginny's never liked being in the kitchen with her mum. She wants to be out with the boys, flying on broomsticks, getting jostled and scraped and braying coarse laughter through a mouthful of blood. That's why, when she thinks about Ginny, it's not the cream tea and swiss roll flavours she expected when she learned she was finally having a girl. It's rain-drenched popcorn at the Quidditch match and the salt of a kiss on Ginny's sweaty, gritty forehead.”

Sparkling Cyanide - @saintsenara

The house elf plot-line in the hp books leaves MUCH to be desired when it comes to fully and unequivocally condemning slavery. Due to this, you might find that me and my black ass are, shockingly, not its biggest fans.

However this fic is a brilliant look into elves’ oppression and enslavement AND their culture and agency.

This fic focuses on the death of Hepzibah Smith and the conditions surrounding and leading up to it. Specifically the subjugation of Elves and how that system encourages the idea of them as docile, unintelligent, and submissive (And how this perception can be wielded against the wizards that enslave them).

What I find so striking about this fic is how language is centered as a tool to illustrate the functions of colonial mindsets. I think this does a fantastic job at subverting the trope of “improper English = stupidity” that HP uses so frequently.

This was an extremely satisfying and moving read!

Favorite quotes:

“Come quickly and stop faffing,’ Mes Ebhsebbá says to Eokhí. She is clicking her fingers at Eokhí, like there is magic in her fingers. There is magic in Eokhí’s fingers. She is able to make the whole house fall to the ground if she is wanting to.”

“They is not knowing that we is knowing how to take the lives we is wanting from them. And that is why they is not thinking about how many weapons they is putting in kitchens.”

The Seven names of Mrs Zabini - @artemisia-black

And if I said that she did nothing wrong then what?

I’ve mentioned this fic several times before but I don’t think I’ll ever be over it. The way this is written is actually masterful; the attention to details, the poetic language, the characterization. I’m going to scream.

There is just something about this fic that entrances me. This is actually my favorite genre of story, the “good for her!” category, and whenever I read/watch these I go temporarily insane.

Because this is in first person we’re really getting into Mrs. Zabini’s mindset and the traumas that inform it, and this is extremely effective/convincing in making you stay on her side even while she is committing cold blooded murder.

Another thing I love about this is how the actual murders are so casually placed in the story, in comparison with how rich the rest of the imagery that Mrs. Zabini is describing. It’s almost like an afterthought. It makes her sound so much colder and more calculating than if there was a long depiction of each individual killing, so I thought that was a really brilliant writing choice.

If you love Gone Girl definitely give this a read!

Favorite quotes:

“There is a reason that Venus herself emerges from her half shell as a fully formed woman, blinking naively into existence. This is what men actually desire, a goddess who knows nothing of the world and so is more easily amused by the trinkets he throws at her. A divine being who is blissfully unaware of her own divinity. A being who had no thought but him and who cannot function outside of him.”

“I had gone to my wedding bed expecting a transformative experience where his penis would alchemise me from a girl into a woman. An expectation I had imbibed from a society that exalts the wonder of the male member. Instead, as I lay there shivering with his rotten seed running down my leg, I felt used and disgusted at the man I had been condemned to spend the rest of my life servicing”

“And as I rattled around our isolated country house, I believed him. Hiding myself from mirrors, starving my body in order to obtain the concave stomach and taut thighs that he so desired. But when I corrected one perceived flaw, he would find another. Peppering his insults with crumbs of tenderness that lured and trapped me in reality of his making.”

The Secret in the Heart of the Forest by @myrskytuuli

This one has it all: accidental cannibalism, ancient rituals, Snape sass, feral Lily, elf politics, generational trauma, fairy induced psychosis, and most importantly the Marauders + Sev and Lily + Regulus and Narcissa all teamed up. Oh yeah I’m eating this up

This one is longer than the others so I’m really going to try to make this as brief as I can but this fic is actually insane because it’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a hp fic and I think I could talk about it forever.

I was genuinely so giddy reading this. There were so many twists and turns and it remained gripping the whole time. This is a psychedelic fever dream, introspective character study, horror adventure and a beautiful tale of friendship all wrapped in one. I absolutely loved everyone’s characterization here, they’re all so beautifully flawed and you can really understand where they are coming from on a personal level but also on a sociological level, I think the author did a MASTERFUL job at this.

The worldbuilding is INSANELY good (the interlude chapters revolving around each of their mothers made me cry repeatedly. And Elieens chapter is just incredible, I have no words). And the pacing is just excellent, I never felt like any of the growth was forced or unearned.

This storytelling is also amazing, whenever there was a theme or reference brought up before in the story that got tied back in again, my mouth would physically drop because it was so seamless yet so meaningful and impactful.

(Sorry but I just need to talk about characterization for a brief minute because this has some of my favorite characterizations that I’ve ever read of some of these characters:

This is my absolute favorite Lily. Like ever. She feels so real here with her anger and flaws and quirks. She is neither villainized nor deified but a full fleshed out character. I just love her!

This is also my favorite James! James is usually a tough character for me to stay engaged with but this fic does an excellent job at balancing his strengths and flaws while keeping him compelling.

This Snape is PERFECT!!! I actually don’t think I can describe how much I love this depiction, all I can say is if you’re a Snape lover who enjoys him being a lil shit you should read this.

Also Peter is just incredible here, too often is he forgotten but this fic really does him justice.

Ok I’ll stop but just know that I could go on and on about all of these characters)

And seeing these characters who would normally hate each other come together to build meaningful bonds while they grow with their own issues is actually cathartic.

If you are a Marauder and Snape fan this is required reading, I really can’t recommend this enough!

Favorite quotes (there were way too many omg):

“Sirius had been angry for a long time now. Sometimes Sirius wondered if he had been born angry, if his first cry had never truly ended”

“Remus had said nothing after that. He was becoming a champion of saying nothing.”

“‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

‘I won’t forgive what you did to me.’ Severus said back with conviction.

‘Good.’ Sirius said with equal conviction.”

“At this point, Lily had arrived like the loyal shadow she tended to be around Snape, spitting out an angry ‘What the fuck?’”

“Sometimes he burned with the need to yank himself free of Lily and the blade of love hanging between them. To hurt her when she stepped over Severus' abused body like an avenging angel that looked down at him and made him look small, dirty, used and worthless. A worm crawling in the mud.”

Ok that’s all for now! I definitely think you should give all these a read!!

[carnage-cathedral]

MUTUALS WAKE UP 👏

[justplainruby]

[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"

[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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