#(toxins)

[tamapalace]

what are the chances she makes an appear in Tamagotchi Plaza?

[tobyslobs]

TOXINS

cue the inconsistent art style👌

(had an idea while listening to a remix of toxic by britney spears while also trying out something different and tbh it was pretty fun drawing this i also recorded a video of the process so)

speedpaint

[fuzzyghost]

[hope-for-the-planet]

Atmospheric Mercury Emissions Have Steeply Reduced in the Last Decade According to Mt. Everest Samples

Four decades of measuring atmospheric mercury on Mt. Everest show that concentration of mercury in the atmosphere peaked in 2002 and has declined around 70% between 2002 and 2020.

This indicates that overall human emissions of mercury have decreased steeply, which is extremely good news given the many damaging health effects of mercury exposure to both the environment and human health.

Information and image from this article in ACS ES&T Air

[translizardhorns]

Consider: Monster girl with toxins that make you horny, used to subdue prey. She uses them on you to make you helpless and dominates you every night as you get more and more addicted, unable to feel horny without per toxic pleasure~

[strawberrym00nx]

revenge.🌱 (SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x IVY!READER)

one minute he's in his home, and the next, thorned vines and leaves are wrapping around his body, piercing through his clothes, penetrating his skin, and dragging him recklessly to an unknown location, slamming his body against cars, people, walls, and buildings. 'bloody hell!'

he's trying to unwrap the vines, stems, and leaves from his torso, legs, and arms, but they're hissing poison at him, making him nauseous. their thorns growing stronger, making his hands bleed. 'fucking hell!'

down a pothole past toxic waters and over ginormous cockroaches and rats, he disappears through a portal and gets spit out into a stranger's greenhouse.

it's glass and beautiful with hushed hums and songs of vibrations emanating from the plants.

'thank you,' a woman's voice says. she's snapping her fingers, and the leaves are easing their torment, unwrapping from his body and going back to their pots.

'who the hell are you?!' he roars.

wearing shoes and clothes made out of vines and rose petals, she's glaring down at him. 'you killed my husband.' her eyes are turning purple, erupting with deadly nightshades. 'and now you'll pay.'

[sliverofglimmer]

I hate smoking but for you I will inhale all that nicotine unfiltered through my mouth and kiss you into calm senselessness better than your cigarette ever could but that's a thought I would never speak out loud.

[angelnumber27]

Cone Snails