#how to reduce pigmentation

[dermatouchskincare]

How to reduce pigmentation around mouth

Reducing pigmentation around the mouth can be a gradual process that involves a combination of skincare, lifestyle changes, and potentially professional treatments.

Let’s see How to reduce pigmentation around mouth, here are some steps you can take:

Sun Protection:

Sun exposure can worsen pigmentation. Use a broad-spectrum sunscreen with at least SPF 30 daily, even on cloudy days. Reapply every 2 hours if you're outdoors.

Topical Treatments for reduce pigmentation around mouth:

Vitamin C:

A topical serum with vitamin C can help brighten skin and reduce pigmentation.

Retinoids:

Retinol or prescription retinoids can help improve skin texture and reduce pigmentation over time. Start with a lower meditation and progressively increase usage.

Niacinamide:

This ingredient can help regulate pigmentation and improve skin tone.

Exfoliation:

Regular but gentle exfoliation can help remove dead skin cells and promote cell turnover, which can improve the appearance of pigmentation. Use exfoliants like alpha hydroxy acids (AHAs) or beta hydroxy acids (BHAs) a few times a week.

Hydration:

Keeping your skin hydrated can improve its overall appearance and help fade pigmentation. Use a moisturizer suitable for your skin type.

Healthy Diet:

Eat a stable diet rich in antioxidants, vitamins, and minerals. Foods like berries, citrus fruits, and leafy greens can promote skin health.

Hydroquinone:

This is a skin-lightening ingredient that can be effective in reducing pigmentation. However, it should be used under the guidance of a dermatologist, as it can have side effects if not used properly.

Professional Treatments for reduce pigmentation around mouth:

Chemical Peels:

A dermatologist can perform chemical peels that exfoliate the outer layer of skin, reducing pigmentation.

Laser Therapy:

Various laser treatments can target pigmentation and stimulate collagen production for smoother skin.

Microdermabrasion:

This procedure exfoliates the skin using a machine with fine crystals, improving skin texture and tone.

Avoid Irritation:

Harsh skincare products, aggressive scrubbing, and picking at the skin can worsen pigmentation. Be gentle with your skin.

Lifestyle Factors:

Quit Smoking: Smoking can contribute to skin damage and pigmentation.

Healthy Lifestyle: Get enough sleep, manage stress, and maintain a healthy lifestyle.

Consult a Dermatologist: If pigmentation persists or is causing concern, consult a dermatologist. They can provide personalized recommendations and treatments based on your skin type and condition.

Remember that results may take time, and consistency is key. It's important to introduce new products and treatments gradually to avoid irritation or adverse reactions. Always do a patch test before using new products, and if you experience any adverse reactions, discontinue use and consult a dermatologist.

[innerspiritglow]

3 Powerful Ways to Remove Pigmented Underarms & Knees!

Introduction1. Baking Soda & Aloe Vera Scrub (Gentle Exfoliation & Brightening)2. Yogurt & Turmeric Mask (Skin Brightening & Nourishing)3. Potato Juice & Honey Remedy (Natural Skin Bleaching & Hydration)Additional Tips for Faster ResultsConclusionFrequently Asked Questions1. What causes pigmented underarms and pigmented knees?2. How long does it take to see results with natural remedies?3. Are…

[lakshmedental]

Natural Remedies for Dark Lips

Our lips naturally have a healthy red color, but various factors can lead to discoloration, such as sun exposure, smoking, nutritional deficiencies, and more. Discolored lips may appear unattractive, but there are natural remedies to lighten them:

1. Ice Cube Massage:

   - Massaging lips with an ice cube wrapped in a clean cloth helps plump up skin cells, reducing discoloration.

2. Honey Scrub:

   - A homemade honey scrub, made by mixing honey and sugar, exfoliates dead skin cells, lightening the lip skin.

3. Turmeric Paste:

   - A paste of turmeric powder and water or milk, applied to the lips, utilizes the skin-lightening properties of curcumin to address lip depigmentation.

4. Lemon:

   - The citric acid in lemon aids in exfoliating dead skin cells. Applying lemon juice before sleep or using a lemon wedge with sugar for gentle exfoliation can be effective.

5. Almond Oil Lip Massage:

   - Almond oil, rich in Vitamin E, is recommended for lip massage to lighten melanin pigmentation. Adding lemon juice enhances depigmentation effects.

6. Cucumber Juice:

   - Cucumber, rich in silica, is effective for skin depigmentation. Applying cucumber juice to lips and rinsing after a few minutes can be done once or twice a day.

Bottom Line:

Lip discoloration, often caused by smoking and other external factors, can be addressed with natural remedies. In addition to these remedies, in-office treatments like laser therapy and chemical peels are available for more intensive solutions. For further information, consulting dental professionals is recommended.

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[bloomzone]

The essential skincare acids guide

type of acids sheet

Salicylic Acid – Best for oily and acne-prone skin. It penetrates deep into the pores, unclogs blackheads and whiteheads, controls excess oil, and prevents breakouts.

Glycolic Acid – Ideal for normal to oily skin. It exfoliates the top layer, brightens the skin, improves texture, and reduces fine lines and hyperpigmentation.

Lactic Acid – Suitable for dry and sensitive skin. It gently exfoliates while providing hydration, making it great for dullness and rough texture without irritation.

Mandelic Acid – Best for sensitive and acne-prone skin. It helps with uneven skin tone, reduces breakouts, and provides mild exfoliation without irritation.

Azelaic Acid – Works for all skin types, including sensitive skin. It reduces redness, fades hyperpigmentation, treats acne, and calms rosacea.

Kojic Acid – Best for hyperpigmented and sun-damaged skin. It helps lighten dark spots, melasma, and discoloration caused by acne scars or sun exposure.

Tranexamic Acid – Ideal for all skin types struggling with stubborn pigmentation. It effectively reduces melasma, post-inflammatory hyperpigmentation (PIH), and sunspots.

Hyaluronic Acid – Suitable for all skin types, especially dry and dehydrated skin. It deeply hydrates, plumps fine lines, and retains moisture for a youthful look.

Polyglutamic Acid – Great for dry and dehydrated skin. It locks in moisture, provides long-lasting hydration, and enhances the skin’s elasticity.

Ascorbic Acid (Vitamin C) – Best for dull, uneven, and aging skin. It brightens, reduces pigmentation, fights free radicals, and boosts collagen production.

Ferulic Acid – Works for all skin types, particularly those using Vitamin C. It enhances the antioxidant power of Vitamin C and E, preventing premature aging.

Ceramides (Fatty Acids) – Essential for dry and sensitive skin. They repair and strengthen the skin barrier, preventing water loss and irritation.

Linoleic Acid (Omega-6 Fatty Acid) – Ideal for acne-prone and oily skin. It reduces clogged pores, balances oil production, and supports a healthy skin barrier.

Ellagic Acid – Good for sun-damaged and aging skin. It protects against UV damage, brightens skin, and provides antioxidant benefits.

Cinnamic Acid – Suitable for all skin types. It has anti-inflammatory properties and helps protect against environmental damage.

Succinic Acid – Best for oily and acne-prone skin. It controls sebum production, fights acne-causing bacteria, and soothes inflammation.

How to choose the right skincare acid for ur skin type

Oily & Acne-Prone Skin

Salicylic Acid (BHA): Penetrates deep into pores to remove excess oil and prevent breakouts.

Azelaic Acid: Reduces acne, fades dark spots, and calms redness.

Succinic Acid: A gentle anti-inflammatory that helps control breakouts.

Dry & Dehydrated Skin

Lactic Acid (AHA): Exfoliates while hydrating the skin.

Hyaluronic Acid: Retains moisture and plumps the skin.

Mandelic Acid: A mild exfoliant that improves texture without drying.

Combination Skin

Glycolic Acid (AHA): Brightens skin and smooths texture.

Salicylic Acid (BHA) (my bff🦅) : Controls oil production in the T-zone.

Hyaluronic Acid: Hydrates dry areas while balancing oil.

Sensitive Skin

Mandelic Acid: A gentle AHA that exfoliates with minimal irritation.

Azelaic Acid: Soothes inflammation and reduces redness.

PHA (Polyhydroxy Acids): Provides mild exfoliation while boosting hydration.

Hyperpigmentation & Dark Spots

Kojic Acid: Brightens skin and reduces discoloration.

Tranexamic Acid: Fades stubborn dark spots and melasma.

Glycolic Acid (AHA): Speeds up cell turnover for an even skin tone.

Aging & Wrinkles

Glycolic Acid (AHA): Stimulates collagen production and smooths fine lines.

Ferulic Acid: Enhances antioxidant protection and stabilizes vitamin C.

Ascorbic Acid (Vitamin C): Brightens skin and fights free radical damage.

Common Mistakes When Using Skincare Acids

Using skincare acids can transform your skin, but when used incorrectly, they can cause irritation, sensitivity, or even worsen skin concerns. Here are some common mistakes to avoid:

1. Over-Exfoliating

Many people think using glycolic or salicylic acid daily will give them faster results, but excessive exfoliation weakens the skin barrier. This can lead to redness, peeling, breakouts, and sensitivity. (especially for oily skin)

Solution: Use exfoliating acids (AHAs/BHAs) 2-3 times per week and always listen to your skin. If it feels irritated, take a break pleaaase

2. Skipping Sunscreen

Acids like glycolic, lactic, and salicylic acid increase your skin’s sensitivity to the sun. Without SPF, you risk sunburn, premature aging, and even worsening of dark spots.

Solution: Always use a broad-spectrum SPF 30+ sunscreen daily when using serums with those acids.

3. Mixing the Wrong Acids

Not all acids work well together. Using too many active ingredients in one routine can cause irritation.

🔴 Examples of bad combinations:

Vitamin C + AHAs/BHAs → Can cause irritation and weaken Vitamin C’s effectiveness.

Retinol + AHAs/BHAs → Too harsh on the skin, leading to peeling and sensitivity. (by experience 💁🏻‍♀️)

Niacinamide + Vitamin C (unless properly formulated) → Can cause flushing or reduce effectiveness.

Solution: Use exfoliating acids on alternate days and simplify your routine to avoid irritation.

4. Not Hydrating Properly

Exfoliating acids remove dead skin cells but can also strip away moisture. Without proper hydration, the skin can feel tight, dry, or irritated.

Solution: After using acids, apply thick a moisturizer to maintain balance especially if the acids dry ur skin so fast

@bloomzone

[lycheelace]

rick sanchez x fem!sub!reader cw; no explicit smut but still rlly suggestive, alien bondage, dumbification, slight sex pollen, sexist undertones, belittling/mocking, praise, unspecified age gap, they are not related but he does call himself grandpa once, unspecified relationship between rick and reader reader is dumb and subby and chubby coded <3

“St-stay still.” His words were a mere grumble as he walked to your left, rummaging through a nearby bush. You didn’t have the capacity to move regardless of his command. Your back had hit the ground rather roughly, and in your current state of mind, decision making wasn’t something you could be responsible for. 

Rick was always good at dumbing you down. You didn’t know if he kept you around because he enjoyed the process of reducing you; or if you kept showing up because of how much you liked it. He’d been the first to introduce you to the true depth of your own obedience. He seemed tuned into you - easily coaxing you into a headspace of pure syrup, bypassing your defenses and emptying your head. He’d chastise you for thinking when you tried, reminding you that wasn’t your job - it was his. You were there to look pretty for him. 

He returned to your side with a large oval egg in his hand, cracked and bruised like it was about to burst in his hands. He didn’t seem worried about whatever was hatching in his grasp, simply laying it down close to your thigh and brushing his thumb over the larger breaks in the shell as they expanded. Looking at the action made the blood in your veins thrum, beating heavily at the walls they were running within and making your head pound for just a moment. The excitement clashed hard with the steady nerves that were growing in your stomach as the egg exhibited more and more life. You hadn’t the slightest what this was, and it was dangerously close to you, close to the most vulnerable part of you. His eyes were practically shimmering, completely focused on watching this entity spring to life. The purple skies of whatever planet he’d brought you to fought the pigment of his irises, making his eyes look practically black. Having Rick’s full attention was rare, something to be terrified of. His full attention usually meant inevitable death or pain. He was a sentimentalist at heart, but he was a sadist at the surface, and he could be mean when he wanted to be. It’s what made this situation so horrifying - he engineered himself to be unpredictable. He hated being bested, refused to be one upped. You couldn’t read him if you tried, so you never did. Maybe he’d grown sick of you and this thing would kill you, maybe he wanted to witness a live action hentai and this thing was going to violate you. You couldn’t fight back, not against whatever was breaching the thin membrane of it’s home and certainly not against him. Even without his inventions and implants, his old frame held immense strength beneath the wrinkled skin. 

You looked at the thing once more, seeing small, narrow tips of what had to be dozens of tendrils taking their first look at the world. They were pink and wriggling, growing wider in circumference as they creeped out of the shattered remnants of the egg. They seemed to move quicker when they met the ground, still slow but gaining consistency in their movements as they started the dizzying entanglement of the thigh that was closest to them. They were coarse, like vines, with blunt bumps protruding from the otherwise smooth surface of them. You’d expected it to be dry, to burn as it circled you, but it wasn’t. There was a trail of slime wherever they reached, oozing from the underbelly like a snail trail. You made the smallest noise, fear and inexplicable want forcing it’s way out of your throat as you reached down to pry it off. It was the only action that managed to break the haze of your clouded mind. A futile one, at that, because Rick’s hands grabbed at your wrists before they could make contact with them. You were squirming on the ground as they climbed higher, coiling around your legs, up your hips, circling your waist. The soft edges of your body were emphasized, slightly bulging through the vacant spaces as the constriction tightened. You did something familiar, you questioned him. Normally, you questioned him out of curiosity, wanting to know how his brain worked. Now, it was out of desperation, wanting to know what was about to happen to you. Your hands were held manually, and the rest of you was pulled taught in living alien bondage. 

“Calco vines.” He’d said it like everyone knew what he meant. He often spoke like that. “They excrete a resin that- when they use it on creatures here, it kills them.” Your eyes flicked to his. “But on humans i-it’s like Viagra on steroids.” He smeared some of the sticky fluid over the exposed part of your leg. Your dress was riding up to the point of near exposure, the things wrapped around you keeping it plastered to your body, immovable. “Gets to the bloodstream through the skin. Makes people stupid, sweetie. Real nice and malleable.” 

Your eyes were watering, your ability to think going from the normally pleasant blur to a completely indecipherable puddle. Your mind couldn’t remember how to move your limbs, for a second you worried that you’d forget how to keep your heart beating. Your chest was heaving slightly as Rick touched you. He was all gentle caresses and caring shushes as your watery eyes birthed pearly tears that ran down your cheeks. The innate comfort of his hands calmed the storming fear inside you. It was a nauseating dichotomy, confusing your already soft brain and making your instincts go haywire. You were soaking in between your legs, pudgy thighs wanting to close, but not having the will nor the strength. You couldn’t do anything but lay tied up, wrists bound to the ground now instead of locked within Rick’s death grip. His hands were everywhere they could reach. Even over your dress, it set you alight. Choked whimpers flooded out of you, unrestrained. You’d never felt so defenseless in your life. 

“Fuck - y’look perfect like this.” He drank you in, doe eyed and squirmy on the floor, that little glint of fear on your face that he loved so much. “M-my pretty little girl, hm?” Your eyes slipped shut at the ownership, a hum of agreement coming from your throat even as you tried to swallow it down.  He shoved your chin lightly, just to watch your head tip to the side and back, enjoying the boneless sensation you were displaying. You felt your underwear being separated from the sodden place between your legs, the cotton gusset soaked completely, a large wet patch being evident. He chuckled, a knowing and mocking huff at the results. It was always the same with you. 

“You scared?” The air on this planet was ice cold against you, a shiver running up your immobile spine. “S-scared I’ll leave you all helpless?” He was keeling between your legs, you looked at him and nodded as best you could. You were scared of that, scared of being eaten alive by some creature on a planet you’re sure hadn’t even been detected by the feeble scientists back on Earth. More tears streamed down your face. Cooing at the pretty quiver of your lips, he smeared the salty droplets across the trembling extremities, making your face shine with the gloss of your own desperation. 

“Don’t - don’t worry. G-grandpa would never dream of it, baby.” He bent your leg at the knee, holding the folded limb steady so your legs were more spread. “Just relax.”

sorry I wrote this in one night i'm kind of rusty but I love rick sm <3

[theartkid15]

CEN AND RIGEL MASTER POST?!! ROTT I’m so sorry this took so long i promise im alive i was just trying to think of good silly ideas for yer boys.

Anyway……. Let’s get on with it!

Cen- he bites as a defense mechanism and has sent scraps and lootbags alike to the ER. Now the doctors recognize his bite pattern on first glance.

Rigel- he doesn’t tap people on their shoulder or nudge people to get their attention, he pinches people instead. And not with his fingers, he pinches people with his knuckles which hurts 10x more . If that makes any sense.

Cen- normally he would steal from an art supply store or a stationery shop for his art supplies. But sometimes he needs to get a little creative if his resources run low. So it’s common to see him swiping the charred pieces of wood out of a dead fire to later use as charcoal. Or find various flowers and berries to later reduce to a decently pigmented watercolor. You can even make paint out of eggs. He uses that art supplies he created the most when he feels a creative burst.

Rigel- On really, really, really, slowly days of selling the newspaper, Rigel actually tries to read it and annotate it. Maybe even fix a few grammar or spelling mistakes he can catch right away. He can’t catch every mistake from the paper and some of the annotations can be wrong, but it kills time and makes him feel smart considering all his knowledge is self taught.

Cen- you know those caricature artists you find on the street during events or just in a more populated area? Yeah, Cen became a caricature artist for a day as a quick cash grab during a festival in Ramshackle. But he wasn’t one of those artists that pin pointed and accentuated your nicer/ cuter features. No, he pin pointed and made ur most ugly features you are probably the most insecure about the vocal point of the drawing. People were given crimson chins, buck teeth with food stuck between it, monumental foreheads, hairlines that recede back for miles and so much more. People left his booth either in tears or laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe.

Rigel- he is the reason both himself and Cen wear those fingerless gloves. Rigel would get a good flow of writing creativity and NEEDED to write down every idea in his mind before he would forget it all. So he would write nonstop for ideas for pomes or stories to write about later. But all that writing made his hands and writs hurt and cramp up. So he tried finding solutions from tape to bandages to making a makeshift ice pack. It provided temporary relief but it wasn’t a full proof fix. Until he was scavenging for food and food two pairs of compression gloves. He thought it was a dumb idea but he was desperate for a solution. After wearing the gloves for a few days without any pain, he kept both pairs, one to wear daily and the other as a backup. But he realized that Cen was experiencing the same thing with his art. So Rigel begrudgingly gave the second pair to Cen. Now if only one of them could find a knee brace for Cen’s jacked up knee……

Cen- on the topic of his jacked up knee, if he walks for an extended period of time his knee starts to click when he walks. Which wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so audibly loud and annoying. It doesn’t hurt from when he first initially injured his knee but due to being broke and having insufficient funds, he can’t get a doctor so it never healed correctly for him. His knee also has an infinite popping glitch so Cen can pop his knee as many times as he wants with having to wait. So he pops it on purpose to gross people out. How did he injure his knee? He couldn’t tell you, either play fighting with his brother or running away from authorities, or just doing something incredibly stupid.

Cen and Rigel’s way of bonding is playing fighting. Like one will start in by throwing those fake air punches pretending to beat each other up. Before they actually start hitting each other. They keep a score board on how many wins they have over each other as a way to see who is the superior twin. Another way they bond is practicing different tricks on their homemade skate boards or practicing different parkour moves to be able to get around town faster or to evade the police. 9 times out of 10 they get bruised or earn themselves a new “battle scar” because they become a little too confident in their abilities.

Rigel- lowkey has one-sided beef with elderly people. I dunno, maybe it’s because of the sweater vest he wears but older people approach him because he is a little more nicely dressed than the average scrap. And he is sick and tired of having to repeat himself over and over again or having grandmas think it’s okay to pinch his cheeks.

Cen- he once convinced Rigel to cut his hair since it was grown out to the point he was getting confused as a girl. Cen would do it himself but he knew he would get impatient and cut off too much hair. So he made Rigel do it. But Cen kept moving too much and Rigel accidentally chopped off too much hair in the back. After a moment of silence followed by Rigel cackling at how chopped his brother looked, Cen promptly beat him up, mourned the loss of his hair, and then proceeded to find something to cover up the shame of the bald spot. Thus his signature cap, he decided to keep it even after his bald spot grew back hair because he thought he looked cool.( insert that one audio “ damn we messed up we gotta go bald”)

Rigel- he sometimes thinks about their parents. Why they left, why they abandoned them, where are they now. He gets in his own head a lot and will think for hours about it if you let him. He wonders what they would look like, if he inherited any defining traits or qualities, something. He wrote a poem about it once, about missing someone you never even met. He doesn’t show it to Cen but he keeps it tucked away somewhere safe. He is thankful he isn’t doing this whole surviving thing alone and he was given a built in best friend.

Cen- on his end, he harbors a lot of anger and resentment towards their parents. He feels extremely abandoned and just angry that his life has to be so hard. That everything would have been better if their parents just stayed. He convinced himself a long time ago that if they ever showed up he is walking the other way and he is taking Rigel with him. He had that mentality that he doesn’t need parents if he has survived this long without any help. His anger comes out in short violent bursts that he tries to keep contained and away from Rigel. The most healthy coping mechanism he has is trying to visualize and draw what their parents could look like before destroying the drawing because it doesn’t look right or it isn’t realistic. Only one drawing survived this treatment and it is kept tucked away where only Cen knows its whereabouts.

If they did have parents Rigel is a mamas boy, Cen is daddy’s boy.

Rigel- he wishes he was able to go to a school to get educated. He learns through instructions and structured lectures. But after overhearing Tre’s

Experience with private school and how long the school day is and the amounts of homework, projects, and tests he would need to do, he figures it’s better to keep that dream a dream and not a reality.

Cen - he learns better through visual modeling and being able to use his hands to figure out things on his own. That’s why art calls to him so much. He is able to use sensory input such as sight and touch into an activity. So using pencils or charcoal, or using paint brings happiness. And he was so excited when he found some natural clay on the outskirts of town and made little pottery pieces for himself and Rigel to use. Cen has a lot of dexterity and eventually able to use both hands with the same skills and technique that he is basically ambidextrous.

Dante is kinda the father figure/parental figure to all of the younger scraps in general. But Cen and Rigel are the only younger scraps brave (dumb) enough to break into his tavern/ bar when they are looking for something to eat or drink. In short both twins almost got their $hit rocked by the angry old man before he realized they just needed something and were willing to risk getting caught or hurt if they stole something. They made it out alive and still cause absolute havoc in his bar and thus earned themselves the loving nickname from Dante, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.

One time they switched spots for a day. So Rigel as Cen and Cen as Rigel they tried to not make it seem obvious of the switch but realized they didn’t have to when literally nobody in the entire town noticed the switch. And both twins were genuinely so offended because of it because they thought they had more defining traits than that. So after the switch they didn’t talk to anyone for a few days before they finally snapped and told everyone that they swapped places for a day and no one noticed.

Kay- this one might be a little out of character but listen. When Stone is having a really good day or a bad day, he pulls the some prank every so often. He either pays the twins or trades something with them for a favor. It’s simple. To find his sister Avrille, distract her, pickpocket her or even just annoy her, and the second she notices she is being robbed or messed with, to kick her cane out from under her to make her face plant onto the cobble stone. Cen, Rigel, and Stone get a kick outta it, but Stone tries to be more nonchalant about it. But Cen and Rigel are always willing to pull pranks or mess with people on other’s behalf, but for a price or fair trade.

To add onto that, they are kinda like everyone’s messenger boys. Mainly just scraps and the select few people they know from the working class( Maroon or Dante ). They mainly started this when Ditch and Vinnie first broke up and their turf got divided. They didn’t want to talk to each other nor even look at each other but they still needed to communicate for “business purposes “ on Ditch’s half. So they got recruited to send messages back and forth between Vinnie and Ditch. Things quickly escalated with the messages, going from “ Ditch says you need to give up five more feet of your turf” to Vinnie sending back her message of “ well then tell Ditch he is being a petty a$$ b!tčh”. Soon Cen and Rigel now knew the feeling of what it’s like being of a child of divorce.

Rigel and Cen do start unnecessary drama when they truly get bored. Like they pick out a person they know or someone random in a crowd and start making things up that are almost not believable but somehow still entertaining enough to be believable. That is how people now think Vinnie has fleas, Stone is faking his accent, Skipp’s scarf is alive, Ditch is naturally a ginger and files his teeth to look sharp, Tre is actually bald and wears a wig and so on. This has gotten them in trouble on multiple occasions in the times they have gone too far.

For a dollar extra they will sell you their “underground newspaper “. It’s just a Frankensteined newspaper with random scraps of paper taped onto it with petty drama that is going on in the scrap and lootbag world. They are professional ease droppers and will find out any gossip they can so they have dirt on people for blackmail.

Rigel- has unnaturally long and thick eyelashes. Cen taunts him by calling him pretty boy.

Cen- has unnaturally well kept and long fingernails. Rigel taunts him by asking him when he is gonna file down his talons.

They are honestly horrible gift givers, even to each other, not even on accident they just don’t know what to get people. Like Cen forgot everything Skipp likes ( PAPER APPLE?!) and literally picked up a cool rock and gave it to him as a gift. Skipp still loved it because in his words “at least you thought of me when you found this rock”, but later Cen stole a few apples from Skipp and drew him a couple pictures. Rigel didn’t know what to get Tre for Valentine’s Day ( POLICE REPORT?!) and Rigel could not be found for the entire day because he was doing side quests to figure out what to get Mr. Fancy pants Rich McGee. Later he handed Maroon a piece of paper and told her to give it to Tre when she can, the paper turned out to be a decently sweet love letter and poem.

Cen - when he started dating Skipp he didn’t act all lovey dovey at first but over time he just fell harder for that ginger. To the point he was mindlessly doodling him on the sides of the newspaper they were supposed to sell and when Skipp was brought up in conversation, he would talk about him for hours if you let him with a love struck look on his face. Which of course would cause Rigel to gag and tell his twin to save the sappy story for someone else who wants to listen.

Cen - convinced Skipp to switch hats for a day. It was honestly very cute if it wasn’t for the fact that they gave each other lice afterwards. But they still switch accessories every so often. Like they switch gloves or Cen takes Skipp’s scarf for a day.

Cen - the only time Cen is ever really quiet is when he is listening to his boo boo bear Skipp (kill me) play his mandolin. He just sits and watches for however long Skipp can play, violently shushing anyone that is coming between him and listening to the music that Skipp is making.

Rigel- he is happy for his twin that he found someone to have a stable relationship with. He doesn’t feel the need to be overly protective of Cen because he can handle himself. But he did pull Skipp aside and tell him that if the relationship goes down in flames, his mandolin, scarf, and Skipp himself will go up in flames. But Rigel doesn’t worry about Cen and that relationship too much, and is willing to give advice if asked, even if the advice that is given is just “ he is just a guy, run him over with a stolen car”.

( idk any popular ships with Rigel so i choose police report as the main ship ( Rigel x Tre))

Rigel - he jump scares Tre just to get attention and serve as a greeting to the wannabe cop. He chats with him for a few minutes, and of course convinces Tre to buy a newspaper off of him, maybe even flirts a bit before running off with Tre’s wallet in his hands.

Rigel- he admires Shakespeare and his works, and really wanted to go see at least one play of his in Ramshackle, he didn’t care which play it was, if it was McBeth, Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet he just wanted to see one live. And so that was his and Tre’s first date to go see Romeo and Juliet as corny as that sounds. Now while Tre is in musical theatre he can still tell when the acting is really bad but Rigel couldn’t care less because this was the first time he was witnessing a live performance.

Rigel - He does ask Tre a lot about schooling and just learning in general. Which gives Tre the idea of bringing some workbooks and literature pieces for Rigel to do and analyze. It’s their own way of bonding and keeping Rigel out of trouble for a few hours.

Rigel - if he ends up dating Tre, he and Cen included have an infinite get outta jail free card glitch. Because Tre is a weak softy and caves instantly when Rigel makes the least convincing puppy dog eyes that he was completely innocent of whatever he is accused of ( he isn’t, he knows full well what he did and will do it again)

Both Cen and Rigel are both kinda envious of each other and it kinda fuels some of their bigger arguments. Where Cen is much more confident, outgoing, and more brave to take risks, Rigel’s lacks some of those abilities. Where Rigel is able to analyze a situation, use cation, and more book smart, Cen falls short in those aspects.

At the end of the day if they admit it or not they still be each other and couldn’t function without the other. They are a package deal and where one goes the other is bound to follow. GRRRRR I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY NEED TO EXPLODE-

- anyway that is all, I literally wrote down all my ideas until I couldn’t write anymore. I hope you enjoy and if I mis-characterize anyone I apologize. Anyway @rottmeltson dinner is served hopefully you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it.-

See ya later- 💜✨🪻☀️💫🔮🌙⭐️🪐

[dermatouchskincare]

How to remove pigmentation from face permanently

Removing pigmentation from your face permanently can be challenging, and it often requires a combination of treatments and a commitment to a long-term skincare routine. However, there are various treatments and strategies you can try to significantly reduce the appearance of pigmentation and maintain a more even skin tone. It's important to note that results can vary depending on the type and severity of pigmentation. 

Let’s see How to remove pigmentation from face permanently  

Consult a Dermatologist:  

It's essential to consult a dermatologist for a thorough evaluation of your skin and to determine the type and cause of pigmentation. They can recommend appropriate treatments tailored to your specific condition.  

Topical Treatments:

Prescription Creams:

Dermatologists may prescribe topical creams containing ingredients like hydroquinone, retinoids, corticosteroids, or kojic acid to lighten pigmented areas.

Vitamin C Serum:

Topical serums with vitamin C can help reduce pigmentation and even out skin tone. These are available over-the-counter.

Chemical Peels:

Chemical peels involve the application of a chemical solution to remove the top layer of skin, which can reduce the appearance of pigmentation. This should be done under the guidance of a dermatologist.

Microdermabrasion:

Microdermabrasion is a non-invasive procedure that exfoliates the skin's surface to improve pigmentation and overall skin texture. Multiple sessions may be required.

Laser Therapy:

Various laser treatments, such as IPL (intense pulsed light) and fractional laser, can target pigmented areas and stimulate collagen production. These treatments should be performed by qualified specialists.

Microneedling:

Microneedling involves tiny needles creating controlled micro-injuries in the skin, which can help reduce pigmentation and promote collagen production.

Sun Protection:

The most critical step in managing pigmentation is sun protection. Use a broad-spectrum sunscreen with at least SPF 30 daily, even on cloudy days, to prevent further pigmentation.

Skincare Routine:

Follow a consistent skincare routine that includes gentle cleansing, moisturizing, and using products with ingredients like niacinamide, alpha hydroxy acids (AHAs), or licorice root extract, which can help improve pigmentation over time.

Avoid Picking or Scrubbing:

Avoid picking at your skin or using harsh scrubs, as this can worsen pigmentation and potentially cause scarring.

Healthy Lifestyle:

Maintain a healthy lifestyle with a balanced diet and adequate hydration. Avoid smoking and excessive alcohol consumption.

It's important to note that pigmentation issues can vary in severity and type, and not all pigmentation can be completely removed. Be patient, as it may take several months to see visible improvements. Always follow your dermatologist's advice and recommendations for a safe and effective treatment plan and be patient with the process. Consistent sun protection and skincare are crucial for long-term maintenance of an even skin tone.   

[mreowsu]

ib: https://www.tiktok.com/@moonstaez/photo/7466145001114733826?lang=en

art cred: 卦阴阳 

(fic below the cut)

painting of an unkempt promise

— king!xavier x queen!reader

the dull floor creaked beneath his weight. the heavy, uneven rhythm of his breathing echoing in the chamber. the torches lining the walls flicker feebly, casting shadows that stretch and coil, but they are weak, insignificant against the all-consuming dark pooling in his chest.

his brow pressed to the cool, varnished surface of the painting, and his fingers clutch at the once vivid hues of her face and the warm smile she wore forever captured in time.

the oil paint is cracked with age, the colors faded now.

but the image remains untouched—preserved in cruel, perfect detail. yet it was still undeniably her.

his queen.

his hands grip so tightly against the outline of his queen that his knuckles bled white, pulled the painting closer—closer— as if he could will her to step out from it, until his breath fogged over the varnished surface, warm against the cold, lifeless paint. if he pressed hard enough, if he wished deeply enough, would the oil and pigment shift? would the warmth of her skin return his touch?

he leaned in, eyes half-lidded with something between grief and madness, his lips brushing over the painted curve of hers. it was soft, fleeting—pathetic. desperate.

the taste of dust settled against his tongue, bitter and cruel, and it was only then that his hands trembled.

“come back,” he murmured against the unyielding canvas, his voice breaking like a dying man’s prayer. “please.”

the sharp, splintering sound of nails grinding against varnish could be heard as he nearly ripped the artwork in his desperation. his fingertips digging into the delicate edges, smudging the careful brushstrokes meant to immortalize her.

his fingers find the wooden stable framing his queen. he then grips harder. nails biting into the wood, and for a moment, he swears he hears it splintering, cracking beneath the weight of his grief. but nothing breaks. nothing shatters. only him. only the silence that stretches between the past and the present, between what was and what will never be again.

time, as it often does, betrayed him. the system had failed him—failed them. the one thing he had trusted—leaving him here, in this desolate future, far from the love he lost. and no matter how much he searched, how many years he waited in vain, she never returned. his queen. his heart. 

she should be here. by his side. her laughter should still echo in these halls, her voice should still call his name dearly— xavier!—he could almost hear it. instead, she is nothing more than a relic of time lost—a ghost trapped in the brushstrokes of a masterpiece, her warmth reduced to nothing but fading memory.

and yet, it was his fault. his choice. he was the one who left her in the future he could never return to. the one where he saw her dying, fading from existence while he could only watch helplessly, unable to get to her in time. and now, here he stood, king of a desolate kingdom, and the home of its missing queen.

he held her face in the canvas, his own tears dripping, silent as they mixed with the oil of the painting. 

his breath stirs against the canvas, but it does not bring her back. it never will.

he stayed. he lived. and yet—

what kind of life is this, if not a slow, merciless death?

his hands slip from the frame, falling limply to his sides, but his forehead remains where it is, as if he can will himself back into the past, into the moment before everything crumbled. before he made the choice that cost him everything.

outside, the kingdom flourishes. they sing of their king, of his wisdom, his sacrifice. they do not know that he would trade it all just to hold her once more.

but history is set. time is unyielding. and she is gone.

so he stays here, in the only place where she still exists.

his lips waver against the painted ones before dragging away, trailing from her mouth to the curve of her cheek as if she were real, as if she were warm, as if the bristles of a brush hadn't shaped her into something so devastatingly untouchable.

"i—" the words were strangled, lost between gasps. "god, i-.. i love you so much."

the weight of his utterance held him captive, as the moonlight bathed the painting in an ethereal glow, making her look as if she might, just might, come back to him.

the weight of his guilt, much too heavy too bear and he sank to his knees. the cracks in the frame were proof of what he’d done. the final act of a broken king who could never make things right.

his knees stuck the marble floor with a hollow thud, arms still curled around the massive frame, forehead pressed against the surface like a man in prayer. his grief crushed him, pressing into his ribs until he could barely breathe. his shoulders trembled, then shook, and finally, the dam broke—sobs ripping from his throat, raw and unrelenting.

his fingers clawed at the edges of the shape of his queen, forehead pressing harder, as if he could bury himself in it, as if he could cross the threshold and meet her where time had left her behind.

his crown is heavy.

his grief, heavier.

© 2025 mreowsu

[jewreallythinkthat]

I spent a large portion of today researching tekhelet for work as part of a piece on ancient dyes and I got so stupid emotional. Like it's just a dye, but it was such an important thing in ancient Judaism as the dye which would make tzitzit blue and the method of making it was lost around the time of the Arab conquest of Israel in the 7th century. (Also I note that lots of sources date the loss of the secret of the original manufacture but many just gloss over it mapping directly onto the colonisation of Judea/Israel by the Rashidun Caliphate - I know that the two events may not be connected but I have spent too long looking at history to be able to say that these were completely unrelated y'know... Lost knowledge is very, very rarely a coincidence)

They literally, to this day, still don't know how it was made.

There are multiple theories, most of which revolve around the murex snail (where we get Tyrian purple from) and the fact that if you expose the pigment it produces - di-bromo indigo - to light at the right point in the production process, it is reduced to regular indigo from which you can get your blue dye. But this has all been worked out using modern methods. The ancient production method of tekhelet is gone and I honestly find myself mourning yet another piece of lost knowledge form our history.

[demonslayerunhinged]

Unhinged analysis

Kny myth - Sanemi is an albino

I think this myth was originally a headcanon, but I'm too lazy to look for the origin, so instead I'm going to dispel it using the power of facts and logic! wooooooooooo!

What's albinism?

According to Cleveland Clinic:

Albinism is a genetic disorder where you’re born with less melanin pigment than usual. Melanin is a chemical in your body that determines the color of your skin, hair and eyes. It’s also involved in optic nerve development, which means it helps your eyes function as they should. Most people with albinism have very pale skin, hair and eyes. The exact skin tone, hair color and eye color can vary from person to person. Most people with this condition also have vision problems ranging from mild to severe.

Signs and symptoms include:

pale skin

hair that is very light blonde, brown, or reddish

eyes that are pink, light blue, green, gray, or light brown

eyes that are sensitive to light

a “lazy eye”

back and forth movement of the eyes (called nystagmus)

vision problems

Albinos are relatively healthy, but they usually have issues with mainly their skin and their eyes. Because their skin produces little melanin, they have a higher risk of developing skin cancer. They also usually have problems with their vision, as albinism affects eye development.

Here's what Cleveland Clinic says about the eyes:

Many people have blue eyes (often very pale). Others have hazel or brown eyes. But albinism doesn’t just affect eye color. It also affects how your eyes develop and function.

People with albinism can experience a wide range of eye-related signs and symptoms, including:

Blurry or distorted vision.

Refractive errors.

Reduced depth perception.

Crossed eyes (strabismus).

Rapid eye movements (nystagmus).

Light sensitivity (photophobia).

They have to make continuous visits to the ophthalmologist (eye doctor) and they usually need to get special shades/glasses/contacts that'll protect their eyes from the sun.

So with this in mind,

Is Sanemi an albino?

No.

He doesn't have the physical characteristics as seen below:

And he doesn't have obvious vision problems or issues with his skin that would prevent him from performing his duties. Science aside, I know and have worked with many albinos in my lifetime and I know that if Sanemi were an albino his eyelashes would be white along with his hair, his eyes would be either gray or red not purple, his skin would be very pale, and he would have fucked up vision and light sensitivity.

In Conclusion,

[songofnewlife]

Zorphin Anatomy 101

{The Necluda Megapod Directory} The Zorphin is a peculiar sub-species of the Zora, for they are not just dolphin zora. Generations of interbreeding with other subspecies of zora and even some of the several other races found in Hyrule have led to unique evolutionary adaptations.

Normally, the Zorphin follows the color regions and palette of the IRL common short-beaked dolphin. However, due to their intermixing with other far more colorful and uniquely patterned Zora, the species has diversified! While the colors and regions above are still the most common, they can be any color with any manifestation of the regions above. A good rule of thumb to follow is that they have a dark overlay, and vibrant thoracic patch, and a light fade and underbelly. Unless they are afflicted by hyper/hypo-pigmentation mutations.

The shoulder and hip fins of a Zorphin are usually a swooping feather-like shape and are usually very vibrantly colored! While the Zorphin uses Echolocation like other members of Odontocetes Zora populations, their melon is notably smaller and their eyes are much larger. The Zorphin is a nocturnal hunter and has evolved large eyes to better see at night alongside their echolocation. Echolocation is used when they travel and hunt in the water. But their large eyes and strong vision at night allows them to efficiently hunt on land as well.

Due to distant ancestors interbreeding with species such as rito and hylian and pufferfish sub-species of Zora, the Zorphin have developed a secondary lung and respiratory system and channels for the airways through their skull. The benefits provided were so advantageous for the Zorphin that it was quickly bred into the species standard over several generations.

The base of the skull is quite round to house the species' large brain and the network of airway channels that splinter through it. A ridge protrudes from the base of the skull just behind the vertebrae and serves as an anchor for the muscle systems that hold the secondary respiratory systems, ligaments, and airway channels in place and prevent them from being pinched by the neck vertebrae. The secondary respiratory system is known to the Zorphin as "the air bladder." It is a secondary lung that is used to increase air capacity and reduce the weight of the head, which improves the athletic performance of the species and their breath-holding thanks to an increased intake of o2. Plus the added benefit is that if one respiratory system is blocked or fails, the other can continue to function.

The airways that feed into the airbladder have evolved special ligaments that allow the airbladder to be closed off from the primary respiratory system. Due to this closed-off network, it can be inflated or deflated at will.

When inflated, it makes the head of the Zorphin much lighter, especially in the water, and prevents baby Zorphin from sinking or diving before they've learned to properly open and close their respiratory tracks.

When deflated, it increased the weight of the tail and allows the Zorphin to dive more efficiently. Some Zorphin who live life on the edge have been known to flood the secondary lung with water to greater increase the weight of their head to dive faster and deeper. Most avoid doing this because clearing the water out of the system is difficult and could lead to respiratory infections if not properly cleared. Mothers are known to teach their babies how to use the secondary system by blowing air into their calves' nasal pores to force them to inflate and bob at the top of the water, then, when needed,d they will gently squeeze their calves' tail to help them deflate.

It comes in very handy for mothers to be able to rest without worrying about keeping their babies above the water to breathe.

[theslimeologist]

Art tip you love? Any you hate?

The entirety of youtuber art tips. I hate them. (doesnt even watch them)

Anyone ranking art skill. Anyone who sets sweeping rules. Any tips that tell you that you CANT do something. I hate them.

The difference between a good art teacher and a bad one, ive found while in college, is their enthusiasm to see their students create ANYTHING AT ALL combined with their ability to critique in a way that actually helps their students improve.

Critique should always take into consideration the artist’s range of ability, what they like to do, what they want to improve on. A lot of art teachers will judge their students by their ability to do things “Just Right” which can ultimately boil down to style decisions. and you CANT mess with someone’s style.

Tips i like:

shading without black (especially in painterly rendering or colourful art) will richen the colour of your shadows and make a drastic improvement for colour harmony. Try using a superdark and saturated hue for a layer of shadow over your art, changing the hue (navy blue to deep purple, for example) can have a big impact on the overall piece of art. in art school i was taught to paint without EVER using black, as a dark hue can be made by combining the right pigments. when it comes to physical painting (something im bad at) vs digital art there are MASSIVE differences in colour theory due to pigment work being subtractive (mixing pigments will reduce brightness, deepen hue. you can NOT mix a colour brighter than the pigments used) and digital work being additive (as coloured light layers together it becomes brighter. you get white through full RBG values. layer filtering gives you insane control over how digital colours interact) colour theory is complicated! but its something i love a lot. its really interesting and a lot of people start their journey with learning more about colour by taking that first step of avoiding pitch black. THAT SAID- i dont like setting any rules either, as pure black is obviously useful. It just needs intention when used.

if you want to improve your lineart, using larger brush sizes will help a lot with concealing any wavering in your line work. in order to improve line accuracy you just gotta draw lines. man. over the 15 years of drawing digitally i went from redoing a line over and over for 15 minutes, to slowly drawing out my lines and then zooming in to “sculpt them” into the curves i want them to have. (i called this pixel shaving, as it felt really stupid but it always made a genuine impact in my lines. while also tripling the time to line anything) to now, where i have made myself the smallest brush possible to do razor-thin linework and sketching thats perfectly smooth. Lines became near effortless for me after 15 years of torturing myself and refusing to use pen smoothing. ALL THIS SAID- this is the journey i chose for myself as a line artist and the results do show, but THERE ARE NO RULES. as usual. line art is extremely difficult and the more you learn the more you know how easily it can be fucked up. never lose confidence. lines are everyone’s enemy. using brush smoothing, larger brush thickness, textured brushes are all ways to conceal line wavering. Conceal the things that make you self conscious so you can focus on your craft!

enjoying yourself is the best tip though. if you enjoy your art you are likely to improve naturally as you draw more and hold yourself to your own standards to improve. :)

[asarajaa]

Hiii, can i request for wally angst?? I want read some his angst buttt not because his gone ykwim, but because of love/romantic angst

Hii, yes Ofc! Sorry for all the time that I’ve spend without answering, I’ve been focused in academics and stuff 💗💗

Warnings: fem!reader, angst romance, forbidden love (?) Words: 1291 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Wally and You, You and Wally, it meant the same thing. Since you were kids, you both have…developed an atraction towards each other, but not like everyone knew.

Wally, obviously, was an speedster like his uncle Barry, aka the Flash, and was an Speed Force user. You, on the other hand…well, all that I can say is that you have this peculiar gift.

You could steal someone’s or something’s cinetic energy. That was your gift. And you’ve been okay with that all your life, until your mentor introduced you to Barry and Wally when both of you were 13 years old.

Wally’s powers and yours were like if they almost repelled. When he got near you, your powers unconsciously saw his as an never ending buffet, taking and taking his energy even if you didn’t want to, which lead to Wally losing slowly but securely the speed of his Speed Force. You didn’t know how to stop taking and he didn’t know how to stop allowing you to take it.

It’s sure to say that this broke the two 13 years old kids hearts, having to stay away from each other even tho they knew they were soulmates, or as much of a soulmate would have a 13 year old.

With the pass of time, you both learned to control it but only a few moments. The record was 62 minutes, you tested it 3 month ago, but it ended with Wally almost passed out in your bed and you vibrating with a crazy hot temperature by all of the energy you received.

The logical decision would be to simply stop seeing each other, but they couldn’t do that, how could they? They knew each other from tip to toe, things about each other that no one else knew.

With that stubbornness, you’ve made thousands of FaceTimes and Calls that went for hours. No matter how many times Barry or your mentor tried to reduce your interactions for your own well being, they didn’t succeed in anything and always ended up with an overly tired Wally and an exaggerated energetic you.

At night, when Wally would come to your room to meet with you, you guys would forget about anything and anyone. He would just sit on your bed and wrap your stood up figure with his arms, around your waist while his forehead rested on your stomach, your hand running through his messy red hair.

Those nights, things would get complicated. But not because you would do things, no, but because you would learn about the others souls. You would talk about life crisis, you would cry, mourn, laugh and get angry at each other. But it didn’t matter how many times you tried to get a s/o, you just couldn’t. None of them had ginger hair, none of them had sparkly green eyes and none of them was Wally. At the end, you would always return towards the other, always close but never close enough.

Things didn’t need to be told between you two, you just knew.

I love you. You would spell on his back when you two where laid in your bed, his face on your neck as you scratched his back, writing all the thing you couldn’t dare to say out loud.

I love you. He would show, when his pupils dilated at the very less thought about you, his green pigment being less visible as you passed your finger tips through his forehead, taking his hair out the way in a try to see them better.

You would show always how much you love each other, but not the words, never the words. Neither of you could afford it, knowing that in some minutes, you’ll have to get apart for the good of your well being, knowing that it was a promise neither of you could afford to make, knowing that for the sake of the world, you needed to be away from each other.

But God, it hurts, so, so much. You would steal glances across the room whenever you were in a hero meeting, both of your mentors standing beside each one of you, with a big warning in their eyes, message clear.

You would receive gifts from him and him from you, you would want to cry your eyes out when you’d notice how the curfew was slowly approaching, Wally’s body exposing himself as he started to move and talk slower while yours would start to be more awake and energetic.

If you decide to just be happy and love each other, you’d regret it. It would only cause pain, both of you draining until the point there wasn’t no energy in his soul and yours had too much that you couldn’t resist it.

“I would recognize you in another lifetime.” Wally murmured one night, kneeled in front of you while you were sat on your bed, Wally helping you to put your shoes on before tangling the laces.

“All of me?” You would whisper back, locking eyes with him as you felt how your body was more energetic than usual and his speak more slower.

“Entirely.” He promised “You could have green or blue eyes, I think I’d recognize you in completely different bodies.”

You just stare back at him, believing every words because you know he means it.

5 more minutes. You would beg in your head to every type of gods or divine presence you knew about.

Being careful, you put your hand on his cheek and pressed gently your forehead against his.

“In another life.” You would state in a whisper, voice shaken and with a hint of a promise.

“In another life, yes.” He would answer with a raspy voice, his fingers brushing a tear that slide through your cheek before resting his hand on one of your lower rips, where a small W was tattooed in ink and matched the tattoo of your initial in his back.

Everyone knew that you two had something, but they didn’t knew nothing, they just scratched the surface, not knowing even in the slightest about the complications of their situation.

Weeks passed and when Wally came to you room at night with a simple paire of rings and a paper for you to sign, you would take it without a second though and signed the paper without hesitation.

You never told anyone, you couldn’t. You would have to keep it a secret that would be revealed only when one of you died. When it was time to read your testament and then, and only then, your silent promise would be revealed.

Maybe, but just maybe, you could be together in another life. You could have a true wedding ceremony, with a long, white and elegant dress. Maybe Wally would cry when he saw you walking down the altar. You could travel the toward, hold hands without a limited time and accepting him with all of your might. You could even have a mix of you and him walking around your house, you could have children.

But that wasn’t this life. In this life, your love story must be a secret and you know it. You won’t see each other in a long time only for you to be a maximum of one hour together if you can.

In this life, you would have to deny him progeny, deny him for eternity. In this one, your lifetime of love didn’t need to (or more so ever couldn’t) leave any evidence.

In this life, Wally West couldn’t be yours completely, he would be more of the world than yours. But at least your shared love is true, you loved each other, and true love isn’t real unless it’s returned.

So sorry for taking so long, I’ve been busy with personal problems buttt now I think I’m back (?).

I hope you enjoyed the reading, it didn’t convince me 100% but it’s currently 2:22am so it’s the best I got.

If you wanna get tagged everytime I post something, go to my pinned post>taglist>chose the fandom you want to get tagged in!

© asarajaa — Please, do not copy, translate or reuse my work without my permission.

[ramanpoo]

Poison Ivy x gn Y/N PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOBBING CURLING INTO A BALL

prompt: the first time Y/N sneezes from the pollen, Ivy spends an entire afternoon carefully adjusting her greenhouse’s airflow (not that she’ll admit it)

*ೃ༄ 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 .ೃ࿐

Begonias. Marigolds. Zinnias. Pansies. Geraniums. Petunias. They grow in every crack and crevice of Pamela's greenhouse, floral scents wafting through the air of the glasshouse where the pair of you are sat for afternoon tea. Your love pours boiling hot water into your dainty teacup, a smile filled to the brim with contentment plays at her lips as she picks out a teabag for you - you trusted her with your beverage today, and she chooses Osmanthus for you. Unique enough to intrigue you, yet not so much that you're hesitant to give it a try. She pushed the teacup towards you with small force, before plating you food from her assortment of treats. "Darling, how would you like some scones?" She chided, pronouncing it your way after the ridiculous argument regarding whether it was to be said as scones or- scratch that. Pamela wouldn't allow herself to fall down that rabbit hole all over again. After your quick agreement, accompanied with an approving nod, she plates you some scones, jam, cream, and a slice of passionfruit; her food choices were as experimental as the pairings of flours she presents to you for your weekly bouquet. Pamela plates herself the same, with the addition of cinnamon sourced directly from her conservatory (practically all of her food is sourced from her own garden, aside from the processed ice cream she keeps stocked for you, because who is she to deny her partner?) She fills her own teacup with a Rosebud White tea, the bold magenta petals releasing the faint, yellow pigment. Pamela strains the rosebuds out, placing them on a spare plate, sitting up as she gave a gentle blow to cool down the tea.

She looked up from her teacup, glossy lips curving into a smile. "You know, I heard that they're-" "HNKGHHHHH!"

Her expression contorted into one of utter shock as you let out what could only be described as a battle cry of a sneeze. She blinked once, mouth agape as she processed the sniffling lover right in front of them. Nose red. Eyes watery. Disgusting ball of snot rolling down their upper-lip. How could she have not noticed? Her sweetheart was practically reduced to a clump of sniffles and boogers. If it wasn't you, she would've let out a yelp of disdain.

After ushering you out of her greenhouse, and practically having to force-feed you anti-allergens, she kissed you goodbye, and led you out of her place, claiming she 'didn't want to catch your illness.' Cheap shot, but you seemed to buy it.

-

Pamela was pruning till the late hours of the night, small apologies leaving her lips like a songbird's melody as she snipped away, biting her lip as she worked away at the vines. Sure, it deflated her having to re-adjust her already perfect arrangement, but if it meant you could breath without having a snot bubble hanging off of your nose each time you entered her home. She began opening windows and inserting air purifiers where she could, in order to create an environment that could home not just her; she was creating a place for you: her darling.

-

You two were back at afternoon tea in a matter of days after Pamela's constant pressing that you would be 'just fine this time 'round.' And of course, you gave in. Sat opposite her with a new blend of tea, sipping away, only this time you weren't sneezing. You could breath in and out without feeling like someone was squeezing down on your sinuses. You pester her to ask if she'd changed anything in the greenhouse, teasing her that she was going soft.

"It's probably just seasonal, darling." She quipped, taking a sip of tea as she kicked the pruning scissors under the table, shaking her head at the 'ridiculous' question of yours - because of course your girlfriend's concern was a foreign concept.

༊*·˚ @calvhs yippee-ki-yay

[wolvebonez]

hypothetical fawn golden shaded grizzle!

Soooo as I have mentioned briefly I am in a wcrp, in which said wcrp uses genetic terms & has a genetic roller for rp. someone came in and asked what THIS beast might look like

And so I figure I'll share what I came up with since it took me So Fucking Long and I do think enough ppl who follow me might be interested!!

This is the end result!! I will be copy/pasting my explanation & inserting more images below

Im going to be using more basic explanations of a gene and only in relation to how they apply to this cat so im not writing 5 million word

To start, we have a regular fawn ticked tabby!

Wideband then makes the hairs of the cat have more pheomelanin (golden/background color) and less melanin (fawn color), as well as usually restricting the melanin to the tip of the hair.

Theeennnn we introduce silver (as seen below), which reduces the amount of pigment found in the pheomelanin; when combined with wideband making a cat look particularly pale (since any melanin in the wideband-effected hairs can also be broken up/less "solid," it can result in melanin looking more diluted/warm, it can also visually lighten the melanin areas on a cat.) I probably should've made the pale parts more desaturated at this point but ignoring that….

This is where we get Really Hypothetical!

As far as I'm aware we don't really know what chausie grizzle is or does. I've seen sources like messybeast (lol) claim that it is just silver-tipping found in black chausies/melanistic jungle cats but I dissagree. I personally believe a theory [User] initially mentioned to me is more probable; the idea that it is moreso the expansion of agouti; Potentially making the tabby hairs of the cat have more melanin than normal. (Maybe also restricts it towards the base of the hair to explain the satin-like appearance it can have?)

So…given that they basically would have the opposite effects assuming that this is true, there's really no saying how they'd interact. They could cancel eachother out, one could be dominant over the other, ect… There's also no telling which one of these options is more likely.

I went with the idea that the grizzle would be more dominant/have more effect, but that the wideband could potentially still be in effect where the grizzle seems to be least present (around the belly & flanks) which kind of breaks up the solid-ness of most grizzle cats (since grizzle does vary a lot.)

Silver would still work the same throughout all of this & make the phaeomelanin a lighter almost-white color. (There's a potential grizzle also does this too? But. shrug.) …Again I really should've made the light yellow color more silver-colored but i digress.

Now we have colorpoint! Also have no clue if it'd have some weird secret surprise fucked up effect on grizzle but it does seem to be a fairly reliable gene in that it is just a form of albinism so it should have a similar or same effect on everything. It just inhibits colors in the warmer areas of the body & allows it in the colder parts (thus, extremities!)

....And from there you've guys seen what I did when I added the thai white! Not sure how DBE would effect it, but I made my best guess & it wasn't the most important part of this . adventure jdbhjhg

Oh, bonus picture of my canvas with the most refs i've ever used for one piece lol. (Digital piece, anyway. Ceramics is another thing entirely....)

shoutout to @/felinefractious for sourcing pretty much all of said refs lmao

[nebelexe]

Here it is….

Alien-Ace from my AU!

disclaimer: I really wanted everything to be logical and theoretically possible, I hope it turned out that way.

disclaimer 2: English is still not my native language!

Ace‘s abilities

☆Climbing walls

There are special glands on his palms and feet that produce a special substance that is not sticky in itself, but provides a connection to various surfaces, increasing grip and allowing Ace to climb walls and ceilings.

☆ Lifting huge weighs

The muscle density is much higher than that of humans, which allows Ace to lift objects weighing up to 5 tons.

☆ Moving through wires and electrical appliances

The structure of his molecules allows him to dissociate into energy, which makes it possible to move through wires and electronic circuit boards.

☆ Generating charges up to 10,000 volts

Like an electric eel, Ace generates an electric current, but he differs from an eel in that he can also generate AC, not only DC.

Features of Ace's behavior and structure

☆ Additional limbs

Ace has an extra pair of arms that he can hide in his body. He can also hide claws, fangs, and antennae on his head.

☆ No intestine?!

Ace's digestive system consists of the esophagus, stomach, and duodenum. The intestines, reproductive and urinary systems are missing, and in their place is an electrical organ that is responsible for energy production. All food is digested in the stomach as much as possible, the remains enter the duodenum, where special extracts break them down to the end.

☆ Disguise

The skin cells of his face have two layers: one with body pigment, and the second is colored with three substances: TiO2, Ag2O, pure Argentum. The layers can change places, resembling how a cuttlefish changes color.

☆ Eating habits

Without exaggeration, he eats everything. Both human food and metal, plastic, and more. Favorite "normal" food: marzipan cookies, pizza, and beer; favorite non-food: lithium, kalium, and kerosene.

☆ Smell

Ozone. Go outside after a thunderstorm, that's the smell of Ace.

☆ Water

Ace has hydrophobia because his molecular density is higher than that of water and he drowns in it.

☆ Lightning-scars

This is a consequence of the fact that when Ace was created, he was not charged in professional conditions.

☆ Reaction to changes in ambient temperature

If it's too hot, Ace will be very stubborn and unyielding, if it's too cold, Ace will be completely spineless.

Addictions and reaction on them

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☆ Drugs

All radioactive substances act on Ace like drugs. Here's what he's already tried: smoking Radium, sniffing Uranium, injecting Plutonium. All these substances reduce his ability to generate electricity.

☆ Alcohol

He likes both simple beer and pure ethanol. Alcohol entering the bloodstream disrupts his electrical conductivity. Lithium-ion batteries or lithium itself help well after drinking. They normalize his blood and "save him from a hangover".

Interesting facts

☆ He is ticklish. Please leave my page if this makes you horny.

☆ ADHD

☆ (Sometimes) purrs (almost) like a cat.

^ He learned new gesture.

That's all for now. Kiss and hug for everyone who has read this and I will be glad to read your opinion about it all. (๑╹ω╹๑ )