#The Scriptures

[emmcornel]

[dzthenerd490]

SCP: HMF Showcase - Group of Interest: Scriptures of Rotten Flesh and Cybernetic Bones

Finally! I drew a version of them that isn't terrible. Still not perfect but at least it's not terrible.

[non-conventionnel]

[biggsheppthemanthemyththelegend]

Romans 12:1-2 says,

"Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies [dedicating all of yourselves, set apart] as a living sacrifice, holy and well-pleasing to God, which is your rational (logical, intelligent) act of worship. 

And do not be conformed to this world [any longer with its superficial values and customs], but be transformed and progressively changed [as you mature spiritually] by the renewing of your mind [focusing on godly values and ethical attitudes], so that you may prove [for yourselves] what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect [in His plan and purpose for you]."

[wecanbeperfect]

THE BOOK OF THE LORD

Isaiah 34:16 Seek ye out of the book of the Lord, and read: no one of these things shall fail, none shall want her mate: for my mouth it hath commanded, and his spirit has gathered them.

[death-in-a-handbasket]

Aesop the philosopher - sloppy sop

Aesop stands inclined over your desk, hands gripping the sides of the wooden tabletop. Your homework, crinkled under your hands, they've been gripped.

It's math

His fabric mask wears his face and presses to your ear. His whispers echo a voice in your ear c-anal. "Logos" are you feeling it?

The way each fiber of Aesop's all virgin wool, black and gray striped flannel slacks strain against his haunches, he's got the legs to match. two in fact. He has two legs. A left and right, both with knees shins, and feet, each accompanied by 5 toes. "Yes." he's quite the specimen.

He's also got a cock but let's not be explicit, or promiscuous; easy with our virtues. That is to say, let's not be a sl-

Those stems "Mmmm Aesop, " those wheels, carry the gams, or possibly roots, lower extremities which are a professional may identify as limbs. shanks, even but you're not limp nor flaccid. Not while he is "Around" is how you may describe your hand's reach careening to the fabric coverings of his plump ass.

The way Aesop's warm and wet tongue flicks, flicka dicka da wrist, in his mouth -Fastest in the west ever since Barb's death- against those pearly teeth. Do you imagine what other faucets of possibilities such a tender thing could fill? What that tongue's pronunciation of those tight virgin words "Pathos" dribbles down his strawberry cotton lips in a diminuendo. His voice carries something darker. Yeah. Dynamic triple black eight 8oz bottled ink. He speaks in cursive and his eyes are just as sharp as a raven's claw digging into the writings of your desk.

He'd always liked it long and hard. There are three hours of roleplay he'd been begging for now only one more to go before you may end the fourplay.

His pants sooner rather than later descend down and what's under is no surprise but does happen to stretch the imagination quite some inches. Yes, his Aesop, he was under his pants all along.

Lightly peppered legs of gold and peach hair dressed with socks. The modern man's lingerie-Silky briefs tight on Aesop's-member. To bring forth a retrospective album in the palm of a calloused hand. greeting a rough and tickly packed sack yields to cool aeration at its irregular exposure. Tips ever carefully and graze sensitive corners- so violently prod frigid fixtures in pockets of sensitivity and quietude. Affectionately tugging of silky and damp flesh, chasing sharp breaths and a tremoring hold melting in a spread across broad shoulders. His voice wavers at the vigorously frictious' movements below.

Your- no, my thumb occluded his cock's aperture; furious and passionate oscillations beget a franchise of impetuous spouts chaffing to escape.

Aesop's eyes rose from the papers before him, this had been an assignment on the Revolutionary War. Not his cock. Zoo Wee Mama.

It seemed he hadn't read the back which elaborated on the contours of his ass, and the miry web of briefs that clung to the top of his knees.

I have been DYING to unpack this ask ever since I got it, surreal anon can we dm? can I offer you a candy cigarette? you compel me in new and interesting ways I would love to know more about you, I've gotten five or so asks from you now including this one and I absolutely gotta know more

I'm going to review this as though I am back in my creative writing workshop and also like I am a noir detective trying to puzzle out some mysterious letters that have a 50/50 shot of either being written by a valuable witness or the very clever criminal

I will start off by saying I've read a lot of fanfics, some poetically good, some comically bad, you can start to get a feel for when things are intentional vs unintentional, like a fic that has been written for the sake of crack or someone who has written something so accidentally terrible it's circled all the way back to fascinating in a "how did you even GET here kind of way"

your writing fascinates me because you send in stuff that is generally very painstakingly worded, you choose very fanciful words, you and the dictionary are best best friends. usually when people say that, it's meant in a way that is degrading for using such rich language when things could be more casually said but trust me when I say I mean this as a compliment. you throw down these words--not in a way that suggests you are just tossing them in to sound poetic and smart--but actually like you not only know what they mean AND you're also deliberately being mildly unhinged with their use, the use of aperture to describe a man's dickhole is astounding and strangely beautiful. you know you are being weird and you are doing it on purpose, I am mailing you a delighted scream

the fact that you intersperse these really rich descriptions with utterly out of pocket phrases is SO fucking fascinating, it's like sinking into a hot bath and then getting hit with a cold ice cube to the back of the neck, are you doing this solely to throw in something tonally odd or do you simply enjoy writing this way? is it both? can we start a discord dm so weird that it makes god avert his eyes?

I love the descriptive measures you take, one thing that I like taking the time to read is really delicious sensory details, the more creative the better, tell me about the texture of his hair and the color of the kitchen cabinets and the way the floor looks resting beneath me, the more I can "taste" it so to speak, the better. "all virgin wool, black and gray striped flannel slacks strain against his haunches" oh I can practically feel it in my hands ! I can slide my fingers over the slope of his shoulders and down his legs, feel the stiff fabric and the way his smell emanates off it. your casual description of his limbs also makes me chuckle, how fun to be both sensual and clinical !

"he's also got a cock but let's not be explicit, or promiscuous; easy with our virtues. That is to say, let's not be a sl-" oh my god how this makes me giggle, I would pay to read a whole fic with this kind of humor

"do you imagine what other faucets of possibilities such a tender thing could fill?" your use of faucets instead of facets is such good wordplay to couple with the notion of filling things, filling the mouth, filling the mind, filling the body sexually--the longer I think the more interesting it becomes

"'pathos' dribbles down his strawberry cotton lips in a diminuendo. His voice carries something darker. yeah. dynamic triple black eight 8oz bottled ink. He speaks in cursive and his eyes are just as sharp as a raven's claw digging into the writings of your desk." THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART I LOVE THE WORDS SO MUCH IT TASTES LIKE TEAL SUBWAY TILE AND ROSE PERFUMED PAPER !!!!!! strawberry cotton lips...so so sensual of a thing hidden behind fabric being pressed oh so close to your ear, the notion of a voice being dark like bottled ink...not just any kind either, dynamic triple black 8oz bottled ink, precise, unfathomably dark, rich and elegant without need for frills or excess. direct, dark, and perfectly even--it's so perfect I will be thinking about this description until I am dead. this being coupled with him speaking in cursive, oh how it brings to mind the exact shape of his handwriting and the curve of his lips and tongue and the way ink looks spilling across paper UAGHHHHH. the way his eyes are so piercing and focused, digging into you, the same way hands are digging into the desk with nails leaving dents in the wood like claws.....I could sit in this piece forever

"there are three hours of roleplay he'd been begging for now only one more to go before you may end the fourplay." again with the clever wordplay ! three to four....how delightful how fun I am spiritually clapping my hands in joy

"affectionately tugging of silky and damp flesh, chasing sharp breaths and a tremoring hold melting in a spread across broad shoulders. his voice wavers at the vigorously frictious' movements below." I desperately wish more porn read like this are you fucking kidding me hooooly shit

the zoo wee mama hits like a bag of bricks after the steamy shenanigans, it was especially rattling given my first pass of reading this was right after I woke up from a nap and had to process the ask thrice over to grasp what I was reading, you have very dense writing in the sense that you really do need every single line to fully grasp what's happening, which tbh is better than having to read something long winded and over packed with nonsense

in conclusion I think you are a good writer and I would like to meet you and peel open the confines of your mind on my desk so I can see each dead end and trapdoor in the house of your brain

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Unveiled Faces

And we all, as with unveiled face we see as in a mirror the esteem of יהוה, are being transformed into the same likeness from esteem to esteem, as from יהוה, the Spirit. — 2 Corinthians 3:18 | The Scriptures (ISR 1998) The Scriptures 1998 Copyright © 1998 Institute for Scripture Research. All Rights reserved. Cross References: Psalm 84:7; John 17:22; John 17:24; Romans 8:29; 1 Corinthians 13:12; 2 Corinthians 3:17; 2 Corinthians 4:4

[emmcornel]

[dzthenerd490]

SCP: HMF Group of Interest: The Scriptures of Rotten Flesh and Cybernetic Bones.

I was inspired to create this by Reddit artist 22tbates's awesome work.

Obviously, no comparison. 22tbates is better but still making this was fun. Also, this will help visualize the Groups of Interest within the SCP: HMF cannon. So, you know, I'm definitely going to make more and quite possibly make ones for already established Groups of Interest but their appearances within the SCP: HMF cannon. So, look forward to that!

[willcodehtmlforfood]

@sztupy

[basilboothebox]

A screenshot of a screenshot of a tumbler post posted on Twitter posted on instagram. You never know where your words will go and who will hear them.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

bumblebees first day out of sublevel 50

[mattastr0phic]

If Gabriel could meet Mirage (don't tell him pride month is over)

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Humble urself and start w that 30 minutes of recreational reading a day. Go from there. Don’t overwhelm urself w a hefty tbr after a long reading slump

Ask for help. Who cares if it takes a village

Try to get things done in the morning. Then phone

It’s not as hard as you think it is

Be realistic about your limits. You will sacrifice some things in favor of other things. That is okay. Priorities are a revolving door and everything will get its turn

You’re at the beginning of your life. Calm down about doing everything at once

Hour by hour schedules have saved your life. Go back to them

People don’t ask for ur opinion before making decisions. Stop being so fucking concerned w what they think of yours

The truest cliche is sacrificing momentary comfort for long term gains. Sorry

Aim for perfection - don’t expect it off the get go. Perfection is a staircase. You will get there, or at least as close as u can, but you have to start somewhere. One chapter, one workout, one friend you’re consistent texting… then you go from there. Not everything has to be fixed at once

The only guaranteed time is now and what you do with it

Comparison is easily the most useless thing in the world

Green tea at sundown will make u feel better

Switching up your plan—your study plan, your timeline, your anything—is perfectly fine. But don’t use that as an excuse to not stick the landing

Ask if something/someone elevates your life—but ask if you’re also an asset to theirs. Survey others but survey yourself as well. Don’t be too hard on yourself but don’t coddle yourself

Just lock in tbh. Whatever you’re worried about u can take care of later. Choose 3 top things to focus on and own them. Accept other things might take a backseat as a result

Take piano practice as seriously as u do ur stem studies

You can fit a lot in w time management

Taking it one day at a time will save ur life

You can’t change it? Don’t worry about it. Most things are not a damning sentence. Pivot to another opportunity just as if not more lucrative

Intergenerational friendships:)

No shame in trying!!!! And also no one cares that much

Trust the process. It will happen w intention and incremental changes

Sit in the sun and practice thought stopping rituals about it

Embrace not over complicating things. Your therapist is good for u bc she does not indulge ur need to unnecessarily intellectualize/overthink things. She knows its not serving u anything and is just a distraction