#monoatomics

[alltheatoms]

OKAY i know i project onto every magical girl media ive seen but LISTEN princess tutu is the most piri of them all bc 1. little animal transforming into a girl 2. every time she says "but im just a duck..." i start bawling 'cause thats the kind of feeling baked into piri from the very start

[ireton]

DISCLAIMER: Please do your own research and come to your own conclusions.

A heart of gold.

2023 12 25 - Greg Reese - New evidence suggests the heart may not be a pump.

[monatomicgoldpowder]

Unlock the Power of a Single Atomic ORMUS Gold

In the oasis of alternative medicine and human health, the gold dust Medna, also called monoatomic gold or manna, has been attracting great interest. 

This material with unique properties has been proven to be an effective tool to improve both our physical and mental health, as well as our spiritual life. 

We may have to ask, but what is this monoatomic gold, and why are so many people interested in it?

Understanding Monoatomic ORMUS Gold

Mono Atomic ORMUS Gold, or ORMUS gold, is the term which refers to an element of gold that consists of individual atoms, which are not captivated by each other and exist in a free condition. Upon melting the metal atom replaces the previous atomic structure with metallic gold we all are accustomed to. 

One of the main reasons for people to use monoatomic gold manna is its health benefits

Adherents of monoatomic gold manna consider that the full spectra effects of this supplement are best suited for the many functions of the body and mind. Some of the most commonly reported advantages include: 

Enhanced Cognitive Function: Besides that, there are many cases of people having better memory, embracing interference, and enhanced mind. 

Increased Energy Levels: Unlike conventional energy-boosting drinks that can trigger jitters and post-consumption crashes, monoatomic gold is claimed to offer a gradual and sustained boost in energy, thus helping people add vigour and vitality into their lives throughout the day.

Spiritual Growth: Monoatomic Gold Ormus is said to be intimately connected to the spiritual growth and transformation of living beings. 

Physical Health Benefits: Monoatomic gold enthusiasts say that this product can trigger all the necessary processes in the body naturally and support overall physical health, including the strengthening of the immune system and assistance with cellular functions.

Conclusion

Ormus gold, also known as monatomic gold, is a dietary supplement which introduces an interesting feature within the wellness industry. Its assentation to be associated with memory performance, alertness, and psychological growth has made it a popular tool for finding out the unvested power of this peculiar plant.

[sciencesolutions]

[gonzodangerfeels]

Can I get some of whatever you're having before it gets processed and requires vice grips to open.

Ra Thank Hours

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

WALDORF Q - Ambient Chillout Music Soundscape 【SYNTH DEMO】

When we are mindful of what we conceive, the fruits of our passions blossom into Infinity.

[jlexborsns012]

Hawaiian Monoatomic Gold Ormus

Monoatomic Gold Ormus has been highly prized throughout history for its magical powers. Greater Mind/Body. Enhanced Intuition. Improved Learning Abilities.

Hawaiian Monoatomic Gold Ormus

[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ “Behave” — JJK Men

Synopsis:- They’re all gentlemen, at least they try to be, but then, just what can a man do when you’re literally, asking for it?

— A/n:- because chemistry sucks ass and rather than calculating the pressure of some random ass monoatomic has, I’d rather get scolded by a man🤭

— Word Count:- 0.9k

— Warnings:- smut!!MDNI!!Geto + Gojo + Nanami x reader (separately); brat taming; slight humiliation (just a bit mean sided); hints of oral (male receiving); spanking (very light?); hints of edging; idk rest just yea<3 (not proofread!!); sir link with Geto; name calling

Suguru Geto:-

Suguru Geto holds the patience of a priest, quiet simply, and punishes like the God Complex he’s built himself around. Nothing ever truly goes unnoticed by him, watching intently as he counts each strike—it’s true, often he’ll punish you in spite of it—but more often than not (because you’re a decent brat too) he finds himself giving all that you perfectly deserve.

“How many do you deserve?” he murmured against your skin, hands bound with the pretty handcuff, the one he insisted upon buying—face shoved deep into the white sheets and ass up and facing him.

Fingers playing with the loose sheets, you smirked, “20?” You reply was short, almost sweet and innocent.

Suguru didn’t budge, he knew it—a smirk he adorned too, “I think that’s a lot doll let’s do a little less than half of it, ok?” A sharp slap landed on your rear—a rough squeeze.

You whined simply, in response—he knew however, spankings weren’t all so much a punishment for you as much as the pleasure it passed you.

And he wasn’t having it tonight, not when you were audacious enough to insult him in front of his friends.

“That’s very less su’- ah!” A squeal you let out when another sharp slap crashed upon—“Sir! That’s far too less sir,” your correction amused him still.

“You think 8’s less doll?” And just something about the edge in his voice alerted you, “Last time you were crying and writhing when I edged you 5 times—but if that’s what you want…”

A smirk and a whine let out together.

Satoru Gojo:-

Satoru Gojo is all by himself, the embodiment of a brat—so to seek out ways to thin his patience is almost stupid. But stupid is as stupid does— a challenge shouldn’t go wasted right? Satoru doesn’t need reasons to punish you, at least, that’s what he makes it seem like, but he remembers and he remembers well.

Back pressed against his chest, you nuzzled deeper—aware perfectly of the uncomfortable hard-on your almost bare ass, pressed against his crotch, caused him.

A whine he let out- hands groping your breasts roughly, kneading and pressed together, “Don’t fucking tease me,” he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck, you grinned.

“Awh, poor Toru’ can’t take it?” And you were sure you almost head a purr at that, “don’t push it princess,”

Another whine, when you pushed your ass against his dick further, “Push what Toru?” The little pout your lips held drove him crazy as that.

“That’s it,” he growled right there—“you asked for the punishment,”

An amused look you offered, “Because you can’t control your dick? What are you 12?” You knew your words only tipped him more, but he was just always worse at the game than you ever could be, “For cumming and soiling those pretty panties I bought you, especially when I wasn’t home,” you eyes went wide, and his smirk—not one thought sprang your head, how did he know that?

“Or for those shorts you wore when Nanami was over, wanted him to check out this sweet ass angel?” You squealed as his hand pinched your ass.

“Maybe for the nudes you kept sending me during my missions hm? But the real question is, what should I even do hm?”

Before anything could even register inside your head, he had already manhandled you between his legs, kneeling on the bed as he sat legs wide.

“Go on,” he grinned, “Only I deserve the pleasure tonight yeah?”

Nanami Kento:-

Nanami Kento is a man of few words and perfect ideals—you almost knew what you were getting into, except, you didn’t. Kento wasn’t exactly strict, he let you as you pleased- he liked it feisty, but there were moments of his own. And sometimes, he just couldn’t help the sudden flare of anger bubbling up.

Your head bobbed along the length of his shaft- your mouth was getting sore for that was how he’d kept you for the past 15 minutes, kneeling under his table, your warm mouth keeping him occupied while he worked—all so because you couldn’t help your need for attention.

A glare he passed when you let out a whine, eyes flitting onto the door handle, making sure no one would enter and suddenly, he pulled out—making you whine all the louder.

“Just don’t fucking get it, do you?” His words were harsh, so contrasting to the usual Kento he offered in your gaze, “Just wanna be fucked in front of everyone like a slut,” his fingers gripped your jaw tight, “that’s what the slut wants hm? For everyone to see just how good your mouth takes me?”

You loved it, the intense gaze in his eyes, the rough embrace he offered and mean words—he knew you loved it.

“Tongue out,” he ordered, and you did as he pleased—an amused smile tugged at his lips.

Plap-plap-plap—he slapped the tip of dick against your tongue, it felt so filthy this way—“good pet,” he murmured, “gonna have you hold it 15 more minutes, this is the only way you’ll learn to hold your tongue yeah?”

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[theonnor]

Misc concepts/vibes/design studies of varying quality for a setting I work on sometimes. Basically, I'm trying to make space vampires without actually making vampires. No non-vampires on this page, but I could figure something out if you so wish.

Below, with names being mosty placeholders:

-decayed photon rifle

-caretaker

-synapse control thingy

-Window

Humans worshiped the wrong god and pissed it of AM style. Now various noble dynasties sail beetwen the only remaining, slowly dimming red dwarves, hungering black holes and sprawling dust clouds that shine with bleak memories of colours that no one now remembers. The spacefaring highborn prey on their planetbound subjects, harvesting their blood to feed symbiotic alien parasites that they moulded to be their palaces, ships, weapons, tools and their very bodies. Industrialised blood rituals, numerous perversions of human form, monoatomic blade duels/backstabbing and infinitely complex schemes that weave under everything. All that good stuff. Def a grimdark setting.

[creature-wizard]

New Agers are selling chunks of cullet glass and claiming that they're actually "monoatomic" crystals with these super amazing spiritual properties. They call them "Andara crystals," if you ever want to look it up. It's fucking wild how obvious it is that they're literally just chunks of cullet glass but people are still buying them up anyway.

[myastrouniverse]

August/2024🌓♉️The term ‘peeing like a racehorse’ sounds like an insult, to me.

🌓 ☸︎ ♄︎ Why don’t you slow down before you drink the cult’s Kool-aide, okay?

🌓 < 🦚 It’s amazing how much better I look, when I look like MYSELF.

🌓 < 🌽 I want someone to give me THREE RINGS. I’ll probably end up buying two of them, myself. The one ring I want, I’ll never buy and you don’t care enough to do fuck shit for me. I suppose I’ll have to stop wanting, something I want, because I know; no one cares. It’s kinda obvious.

☿︎ < ☊ If I showed you my heart, it would look like Medusa’s head. I don’t hide my feelings very well, I guess. I do hide my thoughts. Maybe that is why my emotions look so scary. You have no idea what I know. The unknown’s conflict with what is known, is what scares you the most. How much truth can I uncover, as I use this time to heal from the scars, you dared tear into my soul? Scared? I know I AM.

🌓🔺 ♀️I AM A DIVINE FEMININE, NOT A DYKE.

🌓 ☍🎸 I don’t get you. If I cast someone in a play, I expect them to fucking know their part. Why are you casting background actors without leads? No wonder you are surrounded by lost souls. I AM not one of the lost. Why are you trying to lead a leader? Whoever the fuck, thinks they have authority over MY HUMAN RIGHTS, is going to look like an animal.

🌓 ☌ ♅︎ My brother mentioned a road trip to Ashland. It’s a blest and cursed place. I love it and hate it. I wished I lived and worked there, but gentrification has shut me out, everywhere I really want to go. To be honest, I am not sure how much it has changed post COVID. I haven’t been there in eight years.

🌓 ☸︎ ♆︎ Did I mention I was pissing nearly non-stop? Not even my ‘Depends’ are dependable. I’ve been covered in piss, shit, barf, bio-parasites and a monoatomic cocktail of poison and tears for many, many, fucking YEARS now. I barely notice how disgusting I can get, because everything is disgusting ALL the time. This is why I make it a habit to look at beautiful art everyday. I can imagine being in a beautiful place for awhile, or learn about someone else’s pain, so I may feel some comradery in this living nightmare. The Chinese performance artist, he knew pain best, I can’t remember his name now. “It’s almost over,” seems to be my recovery mantra. I have a lot of water weight to lose. I AM thinner than you think, fat ass.

🌓🔺 ♇︎ Babe, the big blue Ox that hangs with Mr. Bunyan, is actually a Buddhist deity. I forget his Buddha name.

The Sundays - Wild Horses

[alltheatoms]

tumblr is like a neighborhood and im catching up on the chisme

[sciencesolutions]

[erzatz3117]

@vvindication so yeah this is this thing

01:13 AM, November 10, 724. Iugoport. The gray soapstone on the nightstand spat out horrible, nauseating words into the emptiness ringing with crystal:

- ...the encirclement of half a million Communal troops on the outskirts of Centrodar is but a small part of the total picture. The events of this September, along with General Komarov's mutiny, show that the final defeat of the Communal Federation is getting closer every day. His Radiance the Human Emperor Kirkegaard praised the success of the Kodor National Army and Adam Zweiger personally in their struggle against the anti-human ideology of communism:...

Wallpaper the shade of spoiled egg yolk reflected on Danmer's pale skin, making him look even more like a gaunt, sickly nestling. Wrapped in three layers of wool, he held a small blue book with simple illustrations. It was “The Moon Hare” by the writer Argonowski, one of the few children's books in the boy's house that did not bear the tiresome branding of “SINKEWICZ I.W.” on its cover.

As Mother said, the aspiring writer Argonowski had personally given her this book as a gift, for which he was honored with all kinds of attention from her side. Such details were of little interest to the ten-year-old boy; he was much more fascinated by the taiga of Ultraborei sleeping under the snow, the life of its inhabitants full of simple miracles, and the graceful journey of a playful white hare across the sky of the opposite hemisphere unknown to Danmer. The printing ink smudged slightly, making the animal's black eyes tear up.

A loud bang of the front door against a dent in the wall severed all flow of life in the human being. The alcohol-containing mass completely eclipsed the dim tungsten light of the room. It seemed as if Divine Sevra herself had grown angry at her negligent child and destroyed all of existence, as if even the most distant stars had in an instant left the poor hare alone with a disintegrating creature woven of pure pain.

It was Mother, of course. No need to fear unpleasant expressions: her long-suffering body had summoned Danmer from the void cell by cell, molecule by molecule, which meant that her legacy would be with him for the rest of his life. She would never leave him - needless to say, loving her was the hardest thing in the world. A nauseating odor of ethanol and malt spread through the enclosed space, already completely indistinguishable from the smell of vomit. As the creature smashed its way through, it toppled furniture and threw books from shelves, as if the very existence of order and beauty in the world - and not alcohol poisoning - was causing it unbearable pain. Upon reaching her son's bed, the cellular automaton collapsed directly onto his disproportionate body, causing him to wail in pain.

- Do you need something from me?

A press for pity and shame. A reminder of her loneliness. A request to stay with her. A deck of New Year playing cards with bunnies and snowflakes. A confused conversation.

Sinkewicz's indignation was barely perceptible.

- Mother, that's not how this game is played.

Resentment. Screaming. Feigned victimhood and abandonment of everything. Decapitated, mutilated cards flying around in the fall mud.

- Mom, why did you do that? What did they do to you? What did they do to deserve this? Why do you keep destroying everything?

A black abyss, a suffocating torrent of insults. Accusations of ineptitude.

- You're the only person under influence here! - Danmer storms out of his indicated spot into the kitchen. Monoatomic alcohols flow down the sewer.

A complete disintegration of all remains of awareness. An inhuman roar. Hands, a muffled blow to the child's skull.

- “You can't raise your hands on your own mother. Never. Endure,” - Danmer's heart beat even faster, pouring hot blood across his bruises.

- “No. No. It's... it's not her. What does it matter if she won't remember it tomorrow anyway?” - whispered an enemy voice from somewhere in his stomach.

- Mom, why do you treat me like this? Why does every drunken party you go on end the same way? Do you know how bad I feel when you threaten me with suicide for every little thing?

Denial of the past. Psychological manipulation. First signs of alcoholic fever.

- You don't remember that? You forgot? You forgot? - the boy shudders with all-consuming terror. His last drops of self-control are running out.

- “I don't remember either. I put all the unpleasant memories into big boxes, and I put the big ones into smaller ones until there's nothing left," - reported the decline of long-term memory.

- “We remember everything...” - Danmer's body, still inexorably reaching towards the sky, found its pale voice, - “it's all here, in the strange bruises, in the inexplicable shivers, in the psychosomatic reactions... one, two, three of her suicide attempts echo inside as undeniably real. That's just this year. You'll never forget them, even when there'll be nothing else left. And she hasn't even been remembering. She just does that. It's no harder for her than breathing. Perhaps even easier...”

- “I can't take this anymore,” - the heart lets go of the frayed reins. Fragile homeostasis strains every thread of quivering meat and lashes out at his mother's body.

An accusation. An ear-pounding shriek. The door to the balcony swinging open. Wounded legs thrown over the steel fence. Ice flying into the room. A cruel manipulation of a sick woman.

- What are you doing again? Please stop... - The child tugs at the edge of his mother's clothes as if begging for a toy. He feels very, very weak again.

A gust of icy wind. A starless sky. An imperceptible, almost certainly random vibration of the blackened bars. A muffled scream, cut short in seconds, once and for all. Gray blood on gray asphalt.

- No! No! - Danmer clutches at his head, shrinking into a point of impossible pain, - This isn't how it happened!

- ...On behalf of all of humanity, we thank Anton Zweiger and the entire Rodofascist Party of Kodor for their tireless fight against our greatest enemy, cosmopolite communalism. Through our joint efforts, the Communal Federation will return into the fold of the Empire and remember its place in the racial hierarchy established by Sevra herself.

[didanawisgi]

Some people have asked me why I believe the Ark of the Covenant is an electrostatic device, and I would encourage them to look into the work of Maurice Denis-Papin, who was a descendant of the famous inventor, and who determined that the Ark was capable of holding 500-700 volts per vertical meter when contained in a dry space, dischargeable to the earth by means of it's garlands- and this is even before it has a superconductive substance in it like monoatomic atoms (manna), and before it is placed in something like the Great Pyramid, which has its own electrostatic potential. I would also point out Bruce Rux's research in his book Architect of the Underworld, where he mentions:

"The story of the flood is the conclusion of one of those mythical, epic conflicts. There were others. Sitchen pieces together the story of two civil wars in his work, "The Pyramid Wars", taken largely from the Sumerian "Myths of Kur" tablets, the Lugal-e epic, F.Hrozny's "Mythen von dem Gotte Ninib", J.Bollenrucher's "Gebete und Hymnen an Nergal", and George A. Barton's "Miscellaneous Babylonian Texts", as well as fragmentary tablets from the region. These texts constitue strong evidence for the two Great Pyramids at Giza having been in existence long before Egyptology claims they were. A cylinder seal shows the symbol of Ninurta (Horus) with a victory wreath, between two objects which could only be pyramids- not only are they triangles, bit they are composed of tiers of rectangular blocks. Reference to one of these is given as "the mountains the gods assembled". Inside it were lethal "stones" , with which "the Great Serpent" nearly killed Ninurta in his battle against (the serpent), with their "strong power". ..to "grab and kill, with a tracking which seizes". The "stones" glowed in the dark in different colors, set in various recesses which may be found in the Great Pyramid....one of the weapons was a net, the device of which was located in a secret chamber in the Pyramid." It should also be pointed out that the ancient name of the Sphynx is ARQ UR, possibly related to where the name "Ark" itself came from...

Now even if such an Ark wasn't placed in the Great Pyramid, but instead was placed in a tabernacle in the dessert with WOOL curtains, which, of course, pick up static on their own, then what do you think the Ark would do inside that location? It would just absorb more static electricity of course, until it began to discharge out of the top- as the "presence of God!" Our Order has found six arks, and we know where there is another four, and it is possible that there were hundreds in the ancient world before they got melted down for the previous metals... This reasonably suggests that they were being used for that electrostatic potential in different ways. They are depicted all over the Egyptian temple walls...yet people only think of the Torah or Old Testament when discussing it...

[pteren]

possible explanations for why i am waking up dehydrated multiple times per night

ive started sleepwalking and peeing a lot in some remote location

vampires are drinking my blood but only enough to make me thirsty

sweating a lot in my dreams

a parasite inside me is using my body as a factory to make copies of itself while i sleep

a sprite or fairy i angered is stealing all the hydrogens out of my glass of water leaving behind monoatomic liquid oxygen