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[falseandrealultravival]

Chemical substances such as allyl sulfide and their effects (chemistry-7)

nasturtium

Many plants with a unique smell have S (sulfur) content. Liliaceae (leek, green onion, garlic), cruciferous (spicy radish, wasabi, watercress), nasturtium (nasturtium), etc. Nasturtium has a Japanese name, Kinrenka, and a flavor similar to wasabi. It is said to be native to Paraguay or Peru. In addition, what is usually sold as wasabi is "horseradish = lechor = horseradish" native to Europe. Like wasabi, it belongs to the cruciferous family, but because it grows quickly, it can be used as a substitute for wasabi.

"I admire the wisdom of our predecessors who have used these plants."

Once upon a time there was a good chemist. Former Osaka University Professor Ryutaro Tsuchida.

"The Sulfur Annihilation Theory" is impressive. In the case of fertilizer called ammonium sulfate, ammonia is an effective fertilizer, but sulfuric acid, which is applied at the same time, is poisonous to plants. If a lot of lime is added to neutralize it, calcium sulfate is formed, which is called gypsum, and hardens and damages the soil. Certainly, there was gypsum tinkering during art class for middle and high school students.

At this time, he argued that if he planted crops such as green onions and onions that contained allyl sulfide and required S (sulfur) as an essential element for growth, he would be able to achieve both a harvest and the removal of S at the same time. Apparently, it was very effective.

[sclitvde]

FROM HERE : @musezieren

"Nari " Though his disposition may be regularly grave, his friend dear friend, in fact always found a way to coax a smile from frowning, scarred lips. Silver hue dances over her now berry - stained fingertips, watching the bittersweet fruit's crimson juice trickle down her fingers. Mindlessly does he offer her his kerchief, once tucked safely in linens of his torso. "Debaucherous lechors; there is a reason why we must fight them back, lest we become like them." Though his tone is flat, he is certainly teasing Nari, not very well but the thought of indulging in earthly delights, joys of the flesh, is so far from him, an impossibility, that he can't seem to be embarrassed by the mental images of lustful dances. "You must excuse my suspicion the suspicion in my tone," head turns, offering his fellow hunter a better look at the heaviness in the bags under his eyes. Being a justiciar weighs heavily on the soul, whether the bearer realizes it or not.

[machinistic]

He'd coax him on, teasing, playful. Writhing, blood pools in his mouth, nails digging into his flesh, a strength that could be bone crushing because the machine hadn't noticed yet. The primal pulled away, amusement on his face. "You're getting better at this. I'm so proud~" Belial crooned, hands resting on Eve's hips. "I think you deserve a reward for your efforts. What can I do for you?"

     He has no need to breathe and yet a panted one escapes his lips. His mouth is bloody, chin coated with the thick liquid that acts as the ichor in his veins. The taste is metallic, like the rest of him, and his red gaze peeks open, stares hard at the demon holding him. Nostrils flare for a moment, a mockery as the machine catches fake breath and his gloved fingers dig hard against Belial’s biceps. The pressure makes a wheezed sound escape Eve, sharp teeth grinding against each other and cutting his lip further as he attempts to snap at the primal.

     Sadly, it gets him nowhere but the fallen moving away and the machine notes the closeness. The hands on his waist, and the way Belial’s voice sounds like music.

     It takes him a moment to gather himself, claws dragging hard down the primal’s arms. Almost as if he were attempting to pull him closer, to keep their bodies flush against one another. The praise only fuels him further, red eyes widening for a split second before narrowing once more. A gurgled sound is made from the machine at the viscous fluid in his mouth and throat, lips pulling in a frown that he can’t quite voice what he wants, what exactly the demon can do for him. What can he do? It’s something that the machine thinks on, knowing well what they’ve done before.

     What the fallen has shown him.

     It makes his core flutter at the thought and the current situation. At the way Belial is rendering him and it’s still such a new sensation. To be broken asunder, to dish out the same kind of pain unto the man before him and be praised for the durability he holds and the damage he can do. It makes the humming of his body become louder, the already present heat rising further and Eve thinks he knows what he wants.

     He pushes the blood from his throat into his cheeks, holds it back before spitting it in the demon’s face. A laugh escapes him, a breathy noise before his hands leave the primal’s arms and reach up, cupping the sides of now bloody face. Claws grab against Belial’s jaw, yanks him close as Eve bares his teeth, a low hiss escaping him while his lips pull in a grotesque smile.

     “More,” it’s nearly a growl, “Give me more.”

[coueture-a]

          ❛     i’unno what you’re talking about ,     ❜     he feigns obliviousness , an innocence that has never once been part of his true persona . [ he knows exactly what the other male meant when he’d spoken that innuendo into existence but he likes to play dumb , if only because it makes things much more difficult for belial ; he’s always enjoyed playing hard to get . ]��    ❛     uruu . . . explain it .     ❜  ( @lechors . )

[bleouranoi]

lechors replied to your post: “…Two Belials….”

it be like that sometime

She’s trying not to think about it too hard.

[vulgarflesh]

✺ ☮

            𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   *   not accepting .

SOMETHING YOUR MUSE FINDS PRETTY.     the girl reading this  ❤  but seriously,  as a hopeless romantic he finds a lot of stupid things pretty.  flowers,  birds,  a mark on wood that mildly resembles a heart.  and women, obviously.  ━━any women.  he isn’t picky about appearance cus at this point,  finding anyone that returns his feelings would be a godsend.

HOW MUCH DOES YOUR MUSE WORRY ABOUT APPEARANCE.    about his own?  not a lot, at least until his face was fucked up by the morphogenic engine. that was the man’s only redeeming feature! the damage done to his face and eyes probably made him seem scarier and more intimidating to others, too, so that is something he would worry about.

[lcnelymccn-moved-blog]

@lechors ♥ SC

      Lips curl up at the presence of the other. Eyes glance at him, annoyance crystal clear in amber hues. “Do you mind? I’m rather busy and I’d rather not be disturbed.” Busy being reading a book as he took some time to himself. 

[gunllet-blog]

“ the body is rot waiting to happen. ”

          »    @lechors  +  meme  (  accepting  )   !

   ‘‘   well,   ’’

   of  course  belial  would  know  all  about  the  body,  leon  trusts  that  much.  his  own  body,  mind  you,  but  still  very  much  𝘢  body.  it’s  easy  then,  to  detach  himself  from  all  the  filth  or  rot  he  might  be  going  on  about.  detach,  too,  his  handgun’s  barrel  if  only  by  a  little  from  the  holster. 

   an  irregular  beat  in  his  pulse  proposes,  should  the  moment  arise,  a  bullet  might  just  be  useless  against  belial,  so  the  only  thing  to  lose  from  hearing  him  out  longer  is  ammo.

   ‘‘   whoever  told  you  that  lied.   ’’

[halchron]

‘ well, if it’s any consolation, you look like an idiot. ’ / reno :)

* buzzfeed unsolved // accepting

❝ It isn’t, but thanks for the insight. ❞

Shooting Belial a half dirty look, the redhead dipped his head down to smooth our his clothes and armor. He was a man who didn’t worry about prepping too much and was more “ go with the flow “, except that really screwed him over this time around. Being beat by a good amount, he had to retreat before it got too serious. Unfortunately, that meant that he looked like a total mess in public view, and of course Belial had to see him.

❝ If you don’t mind, I’d like to save my energy instead of spendin’ it lookin’ at you. ❞

[ardentglory]

the only heart in my body is yours (i ate it)

The heavenly hosts that surrounded the Archangel drew their blades, their hateful stares fell upon the demon. For how BRAZEN of that filthy creature insult an angel of god with his presence, let alone his words. The light of god glimmered from their blades, thousands of eyes lit like small fires, filled with wrath. 

How ready they were to carry out the lord’s justice, he need only say the word. And yet, no order came. In its stead came only a horrid sound. A laugh that froze the angels in place, filled with dread. They turned their gaze to the Archangel, in unison. 

Michael threw his head back, laughing as if he had heard the funniest quip in years. His maw stretched open, revealing a row of sharp teeth. The horrible sound, likened more to a thousand anguished wails than anything near what a laugh should be. Finally, a gauntleted hand came to rest upon his chest as he sighed. His features returned to that of something angelic and beautiful as he calmed.

“ You STUPID CUR, you not only think yourself worthy of my presence, but spew forth your IGNORANCE with a smile upon your face. You deem it wise to waste my time with your silly games?” 

[latesco-archive-blog]

Please sav e. M e

@lechors

“Yesterday, my stupid horny boyfriend was killed in cold blood.”

“Sometimes, I can still hear his voice…”

[ardenssolis]

will you fight me if i promise not to get a boner?

     But I already know you will get a boner, Belial, so???

[fractempyreal]

hey i'm back ;)

                                                 D I E.

[gunllet-blog]

:^) ;^)

          »    @lechors  !

   demon [cocks gun] Begone

[sinsfox]

@lechors

     His eyes are focused on the furred mass that creates a boa, the one the man keeps tucked on his body. It’s interesting, really, and the Sin wants ever so badly to reach out and snatch it. To pull it away and wrap it on his own body, drape it on his shoulders like a trophy of sorts. Is it soft? It has a nice color to it. He really does want to steal it so badly.

     So much so that his stare is perhaps lingering longer than it should, and the way his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip could very well be misinterpreted.

     None the less, he takes the risk of reaching forward, long fingers brushing the fur ( and accidentally grazing the back of the other’s neck ), “Tch...”

[etherealsavior-blog]

Hey when are you going to stab me

the fact that you WANT to be stabbed makes me want to stab you even less.