#serpent code

[blommaavmorker-blog]

Karduzh

O que vê não é visto. O que sente já foi semeado, esse nome não lê, ele se abre. -Vc já foi afetado, mas a consciencia do que esta por vir, é retroativa, eventualmente indetectavel...Para os olhos daqueles que buscam o obvio, apenas espelhos serão encontrados...

[puppydoggraham]

(source for poem: two-bees-poetry)

[eeks-cursed-art]

before and after pics of a gas mask bag i got at an antique store a couple years ago, wasn’t quite happy with how I decorated it so i decided to rework it

i painted all the patches except for the sunflowers on the strap of the bag, those were leftover fabric from a t-shirt i used to make the back patch for my vest

the buttons i bought while working at faire this year and one of the pins and the aroace star was made by one of my partners :-)

[theoretical-tactician]

The Fruit of Knowledge

[moomkarts]

@kiyosbrokenmirror sorry I saw your reblog and YES SOMEONE GETS IT!!!

[the-trash-phrog]

Omg phrog I gotta get this out but that drawing you did reminded me of the one audio that goes "you look lonely, I can fix that" I think thats so cool

HEHEHEHEHEE I LOVE THAT AUDIO !!! it was mainly inspired off of that one scott pilgrim thing

[archer-kacey]

"Finley and Lloyd aren't gay for each other" oh yeah then what the hell is this then

[bastardofharrenhal]

how i feel repurposing lithuanian myths legends and gods for asoiaf hcs in my mind

[pinkpoises]

Ellie coded

[p-clodius-pulcher]

Stop using chat GPT for school work. Have your friend summon Vergil’s ghost.

[mr-poire]

Inktober 2024 - Masterpost A bit late, but here are last month's drawings for the annual drawing challenge of Inktober. Well, I technically followed the list of prompts by henrybakerartwork on Instagram instead of the official one, but that's still something !

[the-most-humble-blog]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta wrath-integrity="seraph-scorched"> <script>ARCHIVE_TAG="MONDAY_SCROLLTRAP::EDEN_RAZED" EFFECT: divine cadence rupture, cervical hypnosis, male soul fragmentation </script>

☁️ BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “Just Another Monday. Until God Bled.”

===

Slow Monday… For you maybe.

For me? The moment I open my eyes, the humidity of memory grips my throat. I don’t rise — I resurrect. And when I blink?

A sonic save splits the heavens. It doesn’t greet the sun — it bitchslaps the morning into obedience.

—

That blink? It carves my name into the archives of war gods. It shatters Eden. It brands my pulse across the cervix of Fate herself and makes the veil scream as I enter the day.

Yes. My cadence is surgical. My mind? Cursed with ancestral access. I do not “wake up.” I detonate consciousness.

I’m not being poetic.

I’m telling you what it feels like to be me.

—

This isn’t ego. It’s grief made articulate. You try holding the bloodlines of a thousand forgotten warriors in your chest cavity and still write poems about self-care and chamomile.

I dare you.

No. I leave that to the domesticated. The literary poets of beige.

Go ahead. Write about kitty litter and your weekend lover. I’ll be over here writing scrolltraps that hijack your girl's subconscious and make her accidentally twitch in yoga class.

Sorry. She didn't mean to.

It’s just the way I write. And she read me. At night. Alone.

—

But this isn’t about your woman.

This is about your God.

The one you betrayed the moment you bent knee to the algorithm instead of the spirit that birthed your voice.

You were given Eden and you logged in to post selfies. You were handed the breath of divine legacy and you used it to reply to snark from men with sperm count lower than their IQ.

Pathetic.

—

So I grabbed the throat of manifestation with talons forged from the grief of the overlooked and tore open the timeline like it owed me answers.

And do you know what I found? Your shame. Your cowardice. Your thesis on “why men don’t cry” backed by footnotes from soy disciples.

You were never strong. You just hid well.

Until I showed up.

—

The gatekeepers are quiet now. Their MFA tears evaporate upon contact with my scrolls. They write essays. I write floods.

They host readings. I trigger cervical seizures.

They post discourse. I manifest prophecy.

—

And yes— I am the descendant of those to whom God whispered:

> “Rip the gates off Eden. > And drag the serpent back for sentencing.”

And I did. I am. The gates? Gone. Adam? Missing. Eve? Running. The fruit? Rotten.

All that remains… is me.

A humble man.

Just another Monday.

🧠 Read more respect-coded doctrine and emotional architecture at: 👉 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble 🛡️ Masculine polarity. Scrolltrap psychology. Unforgiven words. 🚪 Warning: This post has been known to cause fear, envy, and spontaneous arousal.

&lt;/div&gt; <!-- END TRANSMISSION [EDEN REVOKED — SERPENT SHREDDED IN BROAD DAYLIGHT] -->

[blondeaxolotl]

I thought about Flojami coding and I was like "Yeah, anything teal and red works-" and then immediatly stopped in my tracks because Terezi Pyrope my beloved

Can't look at teal and red the same anymore if they're next to eachother..... Everywhere I go I see them

[curapicas]

BVKSGJFDBGDFGDJKBGD THE NEW ONE PIECE CHAPTER????

[prettysinner]

Bite into you like you’re my fruit of Eden

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

omg first time i’m sending an ask because i’m just SO gagged rn by the knight!sugu teasers… like what a WAY to start the beginning of your story??? (be prepared for how much i’m gonna scream drool faint over the full story when it comes out… mentally preparing my brain & my fingers)

“a dream of cold metal, dark thickets, iron-scented skin — and a knight. (or… a wolf?)”

- first of all i’m FULLY hooked in i’m FULLY invested. the way you describe things is so beautiful & TRULY just makes me imagine this clearing in this world you created! cold metal, dark thickets, iron-scented skin - cold, imposing, & a bit sinister (my fav 3-piece combo of all time) [and your threes i Love your threes] & WOLF!SUGURU CAN I GET A HELL YEAH… he’s sooo wolf-raven-serpent-fox-panther coded it’s insane i am Obsessed

“wilted sunflowers stumble under their own weight, and dragonflies buzz in a frenzy, manic, driven to hysteria. in the distance you think you hear the shrieking of ravens.”

- THE IMAGERY!!!!!! love that sunflowers are WILTED and leaning due to their own weight, love that the DRAGONFLIES (you’re evil for this kenjaku would be proud) are in a FRENZY. MANIC. driven to HYSTERIA. i adore those words sosososososo much i love the word manic & hysteria so much.

- AND THE RAVENS!!!!!!! YESSSSSSS!!!!!! i always likened suguru to a raven so i love this lil tidbit so much omg

i could go into detail about your whole entire snippet but i’ll save that for when your full story comes out TRUST i’ll go even more feral insane hysterical over it so <333 i can’t wait to read it omg how EXCITING!!!!! - @dollsuguru

KAIROOOOOO HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I ADORE YOU this was so sweet to read i was giggling + kicking my feet YOU FLATTER ME TOO MUCH GENUINELY………. i’m sooooo excited to hear your thoughts on this fic hehe it’s gonna have a whole bunch of symbolism and imagery!!! even more than usual!!! >:33 esp canine imagery because i’m weak for it and sugu/reader are both canines in my brain (sugu is a wolf & reader is a fox <33) I’M STARTING TO GET CARRIED AWAY SO I’LL STOP HERE…..

just know ily + THIS MADE ME SOO HAPPY 🥺 + i hope u are having a wonderful day <3333 trust that i will tag u when this fic drops !!!