#DMF

[carpedzem]

💚💙🌌👬

[roonilwazlibimagines]

reliable - d.m x potter!daughter

Blurb: the five or so times potter!daughter calls James and the one time she calls draco

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: this is good and then okay, but i love potter!daughter and have so much to say about her. based on this

Masterlist | More Potter!Daughter

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

It wasn’t until they first moved into their house that Draco realised she had a minor obsession with calling her father. 

They had barely spent two nights in the new house when he was lying on their couch, The Daily Prophet in his hand as he tried to focus on the words printed in front of him. It was late at night so it took him a moment to realise that she was mumbling something from the kitchen. 

Knowing she still wasn’t convinced about having a house elf, he couldn’t imagine that was who she would be talking to so he quickly put The Daily Prophet aside to see who she could be talking to at this hour. 

“I think it might have something to do with the plumbing, but I’m not entirely sure.” He moved around the boxes they were still yet to unpack to find her sending a patronus. 

“Dad,” she said, “I don’t know what to do.” She sent the patronus and when she turned around to find Draco watching her she smiled, making her way over to him and forcing herself into his arms. 

“What’s up, my love?” He asked, immediately wrapping his arms around her and bringing her closer to him. She could smell the mint on his breath as she looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest as she did so. 

“The hot water isn’t working,” she pouted. 

“Can’t the house elf fix it?” It was a genuine question which was why he was mildly offended when she scoffed. 

“The house elf is sleeping, I don’t want to wake him up.” She took a step back, the muscles in her neck tensing up at the awkward position. 

“But waking your dad up is fine?” 

She scoffed again, folding her arms over her chest. 

“Do we even know if the house elf knows how to fix this? I know my dad does and he doesn’t go to sleep until later anyway.” 

Draco had an amused look on his face that only made her frown deepen.

“Besides,” she said, feeling the need to continue, “you act as if my dad doesn’t love hearing from me.” She stuck her chin out at him in a childish manner making him playfully shake his head as he reached out to squeeze at the flesh on her hips. If there was one thing he knew to be true it was that James Potter would never complain about hearing from his daughter, no matter what time it was. 

James didn’t come until the next morning. Much too early for Draco’s liking - not that he would ever admit that - but he thought this was all pretty normal. It was no surprise to him that he was at his daughter’s beck and call and he wasn’t at all shocked that she had chosen the help of her father over the help of a house elf knowing that she had not grown up with one and still wasn’t convinced they needed one. 

And he wasn’t with his wife at every hour of the day, so he had no clue how often these calls to her father took place. 

It wasn’t until a couple of months later that he heard her call her father again. 

“Dad,” she said, not too quietly in the middle of the shop, “how much is too much for floo powder?” Draco was glad that she sent the patronus before he let out a snort. 

Her head snapped towards him. 

“What?”

“Are you serious?” He asked, knowing that she most definitely was. 

“I don’t know what’s an appropriate price for floo powder.” They were standing in front of a bunch of different floo powders, with a large price range. If Draco was being honest, he too didn’t know the appropriate price for floo powder, but he just wanted to tease his wife about how reliant she was on her father, sue him. 

“You could have asked me,” he teased. 

“Please,” she scoffed, turning around to look back at the different types of floo powder. “We both know your house elf did that stuff.” 

She was right and Draco didn’t have anything to say back, but fortunately, James Potter was quick to get back to his youngest child and he was saved by his patronus. 

“The more expensive stuff will give you a smoother ride, but really, you’re just paying for the brand name. The cheaper stuff though often gets stuck in your throat so I’d go somewhere in the middle. Usually about a galleon a pound is pretty average, we always use Floo-Pow and it’s usually on special. Let me know if you need anything else, I love you lots.” 

Draco couldn’t help the snigger that had escaped him which earnt him a mean glare from the pretty girl picking up a container of Floo-Pow. 

Before she could put it in the basket, Draco snatched it out of her hand. She let out a sigh that Draco ignored and looked at him expectantly as he analysed the container. 

“I don’t think we buy this one.” 

“Well which one did you buy?” 

Draco shrugged, “probably the most expensive one.” He put Floo-Pow back on the shelf and reached over her to grab one at the end of the shelf. “Wildsmith sounds familiar,” he muttered, putting it in the basket she was carrying. 

“Hey,” she wined, “we don’t need the most expensive one.” 

“Well I don’t know about you my love, but I want a smoother ride with nothing getting stuck in my throat.” 

“But you’re just paying for the brand name,” she whined, as if this was something she had always known and had stood by her entire life. 

“You’re literally just repeating what your dad said.” He couldn’t understand why she cared about the price of this anyway, it was not like she had to pay for it nor was money ever an issue in their relationship. 

She shrugged her shoulders, taking out the container Draco had put in her basket and replacing it with the one her dad had recommended. 

“Because he knows these things,” she explained, as if it was obvious. Draco knew that if he rolled his eyes he may not be able to call anyone his wife anymore so he refrained from doing so. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, reaching back over her to grab the container she had put back in the wrong spot, “we get both and then decide which is better.”

“Deal.” 

It was also no surprise to Draco that his wife thought that anything her father said was fact. Nor was he really surprised that she had sent a patronus to him for this. She valued his opinion and even if he loved to tease her about it, he knew what it was like to value the opinion of your father even for something as simple as floo powder. 

But it was only later that day when she called for her father again. They were unpacking everything they had bought, placing both of their preferred floo powders on top of the mantle. Draco didn’t say anything when she didn’t call for the house elf to unpack the bags he had carried in and had asked him to help her unpack. But he had naturally assumed that she would be happy to let the house elf make them dinner. 

But when he had suggested it her head had snapped towards him and suddenly she was taking long strides towards him and raking her fingernails up and down his chest, pouting up at him and whining that, “it would be so romantic if we cooked together though don’t you think so baby?” 

James Potter’s daughter wasn’t used to hearing the word ‘no’ and Draco understood why. It was why he was listening to her tell the story about how her grandmother, James’ mother, always used to make this pasta dish that was ‘just her absolute favourite!’ and how she always made it whenever she new her son and his family were coming over because she knew that her granddaughter loved it. 

“So you’ve been spoiled your whole life then?” Draco liked to tease her, but he genuinely liked the story. Pasta was her favourite food, and now he knew why. 

She was cutting up a carrot and Draco had snaked his arms around her waist, letting his head fall into the nape of her neck. 

“I can’t help that I was her only granddaughter.” She knew Draco was teasing, but she couldn’t help but grumble it out. “Besides,” she continued, a confident look on her face, “you’re one to talk.”

And he knew she was right. 

Draco was happy to stay like this. Not only could he smell his favourite perfume that he always bought her, but she had just washed her hair and the ends were tickling the tips of his nose. And he knew that when she finished cutting the carrot, he would move and start helping her again, but he really just wanted a few more seconds in this position. 

But all of a sudden she stopped moving and Draco pulled his head up to see what was wrong. 

“Huh.” Was the only word that left her pretty lips before she was moving out of Draco’s grasp to go to the fire place. 

Part of Draco was curious to see what she doing and the other part of him had nothing better to do but follow her, so that was what he did. 

Without uttering a word to him, she knelt down on the ground and putting some of her floo powder in the fire, she quickly stuck her head in. 

Draco was standing behind her. He couldn’t help but admire the curve of her back in her bent position, but the thought was quickly put to the back of his mind when she said, “Dad, finally, it took you long enough to answer.” 

Draco was glad that her back was towards him so she couldn’t see the way his eyes rolled at her impatience. It had barely been a minute in James Potter’s defence. 

“Sorry princess,” he could hear James say, “what’s up?” 

“Dad,” she repeated as if this was an urgent matter, and Draco couldnt help thinking that given her sudden need to call her father, it was. “What wine did Gradma have with that pasta she always made me?” 

Draco couldn’t believe it. She didn’t even like wine! Sure, she drank it when there was nothing else available, but he had never seen her drink wine willingly and he knew that she was not going to be drinking any wine tonight. Was this really that urgent?

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear James reply, but he did hear them say goodbye and watch her stand back up, a beaming smile on her face. 

“I can’t believe I forgot that!” 

Draco, like the good husband he was, prompted her to tell him more about her experiences with her grandmother, but really, he was just trying to understand why it was so important she just had to call her father for a question that could have been answered at any time. 

Draco had seen his wife call or complain to her father about very frivolous things. When they were just boyfriend and girlfriend and Draco would spend dinner at their house in Godric’s Hollow, he once made a joke to her that if he drank everytime the word, Dad!’ left her mouth, he wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a month. 

They were sitting on the family lounge, just the two of them after she had made her father make Harry move. ‘Dad! Harry’s being annoying and won’t leave us alone.” 

He was sitting with his back leant against the back of the lounge and she was sitting crosslegged, facing him, playing with the tips of his fingers. But when he got out his ‘joke’ she dropped his hand and stared at him dumbfounded for a solid five seconds before she yelled out, ‘Dad!’ She kept eye contact with him. ‘Draco’s being mean to me.’ 

But he thought that when they moved out together she would grow independent. Or that she would at least start to rely on him rather than her father, but he quickly learnt that that was not going to happen anytime soon. 

It was only a couple days later when their owl brought their mail. She had taken it from the owl, given it a little treat and was now giving Draco a run down of the letters they had received. 

“This one’s from your mum,” she said, passing him a letter. “This one’s from your work.” She gave him another. “This one is for me.” She put it to the side. Draco was watching her go through the letters and his eyebrows furrowed together when she paused at the next one. He watched her open it and read it intently. And then he watched her send a patronus to her father. “Dad,” she said, “do we really need floo insurance?”

Draco knew that now that they had their own floo network, they would have to get floo insurance, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to start a fight on their one morning this week together. But really, if she had just taken two seconds to tell him what the letter was about he would have told her that he was already in talk with the insurance company and they only needed the paperwork to be processed before the insurance was finalised. Sure, Draco could have told her this before but he didn’t think it was something she was interested in and he didn’t want her to worry about it. 

No, he was going to tell her. They could talk about this. They were adults. 

Draco went to open his mouth to tell her that he needed to start trusting him more than her dad because he had already sorted it out, but he was cut off by the one and only James Potter. Well, his patronus. 

“Good morning princess, yes, you should have floo insurance. Draco should know what to do, but if he isn’t sure let me know and I’ll help you set it up. I love you lots.” 

“Do you know what to do?” 

Draco didn’t mean for his spoon to clank so loudly against his bowl, but it did and he couldn’t take it back. 

“Does it matter? I’m sure you’d feel better if your dad did it anyway.” 

She frowned at his words. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Nothing,” he sighed, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped. I’ve already dealt with the floo insurance, it should all be processed by Tuesday.” 

“Who did you go with? Were they cheap? What does it cover? Should I ask my dad to see who they are with?”

“No,” he said a bit too quickly, cutting her off slightly and making her frown once more. 

“I feel like something’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong, I just,” Draco sighed, running a hand through his already messy morning hair, “sometimes I get jealous about how much you rely on your dad still.” 

She softened at his confession, immediately getting up out of her chair to go and sit on his lap. He welcomed her in his arms, wrapping them around her hips as she held his face in the palm of his hands. 

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’ve just always relied on my dad and I know he will never be bothered by me no matter how stupid my questions are.” 

“You could never bother me either, you know that right? Even when I’m at work. No matter what, you come first.” 

She did know because Draco had never made her feel stupid. Of course, he teased her relentlessly, but not once had he ever made her feel inferior and always gave genuine responses to whatever she said or asked. But hearing Draco actually say it made her feel even better and she made a silent promise to start making her beautiful husband feel relied on. 

She still called her dad almost everyday. It was often Draco would come home to find her sending a patronus to him. ‘Dad, you haven’t answered me all day.” “Dad, where’s mum?” “Dad, Harry is being a literal child. Tell him to grow up.” 

Draco was happy for James to sort that one out. And he didn’t mind that she still spent lots of time talking to her dad through the fire place. 

“Dad, you’ll never guess what happened to me today when I was making lunch.” “Dad, you’ll never guess who I saw at Flourish and Botts today.” “Dad, what did Sirius tell you the other day/.”

Because she kept to her promise and now, Draco was also receiving various patronus messages from her. 

“Draco, the floo insurance people are saying that we are late for a payment, but that’s not a thing, right?”

“Draco, can you please pick up some more Sleekeazy’s hair potion on your way home. I’d send the house elf but he said he wasn’t feeling well and I feel bad.” “Draco, Gringrotts are trying to charge me for entering our vault, that’s not normal right?” 

Draco loved it. He loved seeing her patronus make it’s way into his office for everyone to see that he had a wife who he loved and who loved him and trusted him. 

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon when her patronus entered his office and he already had a dumb smile on his face, wondering what question his pretty wife had for him today. 

“Draco,” instantly, he could tell that this wasn’t one of her usual patronus messages, her voice was small and in pain, “I think I splinched myself and I don’t know what to do.” 

Draco was up and trying not to curse her for not sending her location in the message. He was quick to send one back, saying that she was going to be okay, she just needed to tell him where she was right now. 

She was in Diagon Alley, just outside Ollivander’s. Draco didn’t bother to tell anyone he was leaving, he was the boss and he didn’t have time to tell them he had to go. His girl needed him.  

He took long strides to get to her and when he was in ear shot she said, “I’m sorry, I know I could have asked someone else but I wanted you.” She wasn’t crying which was a good sign, but Draco wasn’t convinced he wasn’t going to start at her words. 

“Where’d you splinch yourself my love?” 

“My pinky.” She held up her left pinky finger and found that the top part had been cut off. Nothing that a quick regrowth potion couldn’t fix, but still, Draco could sympathise, quite scary. 

He grabbed it in is own hand and he gave it a kiss just under the little specks of blood. 

“C’mon my love, lets get you to St Mungo’s.” 

She held onto him as he apparated her and they were happy to give her a quick regrowth potion and make her sit for fifteen minutes to ensure she was okay. 

“I’m sorry,” she frowned as Draco sat down next to her in the waiting area. 

“Why?” He wrapped her arm around her and she rested her head on his chest. 

“I feel like I’m always bugging you with quesitons at work and now you had to leave because of me.”

“Don’t be,” he pushed his head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “I told you, you always come first.” 

After fifteen minutes she was given the okay to leave. 

“Draco,” she said, “will you please apparate me back home first?” She had such a sad look on her face that he couldn’t say no. Not that he was going to anyway. 

But even after they arrived home, she still had such a sad look on her face that Draco would have done anything to make it go away. 

“Have fun back at work.” She was already burying herself in his chest, hugging him goodbye. 

“Don’t be ridiculous my love.” She pulled back instantly, giving him a quizzical look. “You’re injured, I can’t leave you.” 

“No, Draco,” she sighed, “I can’t make you stay home to look after me, it was only a small cut and I promise I’m fine.” 

“I don’t care, I can’t leave my girl injured.” 

She smiled at that and Draco was happy to lead her over to the lounge where he made her sit while he made her a cup of tea. 

That night, they had been invited to Godric’s Hollow for their weekly dinner as James and Lily missed their children. 

“Do you think you’ll be okay to go?” Draco teased. 

“I’ll try to be brave.” 

But Draco didn’t even suggest apparating and instead made his way over to the fireplace, getting her floo powder ready for her as she wrapped her coat around herself. 

She went first and even though Draco followed immediately after, she was still about halfway through her splinching story by the time he got there. 

“Are you okay dear?” Her mum asked, coming over to inspect where the splinching had occurred. 

“Yeah, lucky it was just my pinky finger,” she said, pointing it up to show them. 

“You should’ve called me!” James scolded and Draco had only seen this emotion on his wife once or twice before, but he knew that she was embarrassed. 

“Oh, well, I mean,” she stuttered a bit more before she finally got it out. “I called Draco.” 

“Oh,” James said, taking a small step back. 

“He took really good care of me though,” she said very quickly, taking his hand into hers as he took a step closer to her, “he even stayed home from work to make sure I was really okay.” 

Draco was relieved to see a genuine happy look on James Potter’s face. 

“Good,” he said, bringing a hand to pat Draco on the back, “I’m glad you have someone you can rely on.” 

[jacelandon]

The soothing timbre of his instrument sang throughout the fairgrounds, cutting through the nearby chatter and directing all attention towards the handsome violinist perched atop a wagon. For those newer to the Darkmoon Faire, it wasn’t the type of music one often expected to hear at a place like this; perhaps instead from a soloist accompanying an orchestra of the highest caliber. Classically trained musicians such as he often didn’t find themselves busking on the streets for a handful of coins, but this is where Jace always felt he thrived the most. 

It wasn’t about proving that he was the best of the best, but allowing everyone the experience of classical pieces they may never otherwise hear in their lives. It was about enchanting and entrancing them to the point where they were fully enrapt, unable to tear their focus away. People had come from far and wide to witness the wonders of the ‘conundrum wrapped in an enigma’ that is Darkmoon Island, but what many did not realize was that the island itself was not the only enigma present.

Deep blue eyes fluttered open as he surveyed the growing crowd, never once missing a single note in the frenetic, demanding runs of this particular capriccio. It was never just about the technical skills it required to play these pieces, one had to feel the music in their bones and understand it, nurture it, and tame it. It was the passion behind the playing that truly made the difference, and Jace had that in abundance. 

His bewitching, stormy gaze flashed with mirth as it met the mesmerized stare of a well-dressed human near the front of the crowd, offering her a wink and a half-grin. Her cheeks flushed as her hands slipped into her pockets, producing a large number of coins which were immediately deposited into his upside down hat. But she didn’t stop there. A gold bracelet inlaid with colorful jewels was slipped from her wrist and added in as well. No one nearby seemed surprised. In fact, she wasn’t the only one that felt suddenly compelled to offer such personal gifts.

When his final note faded, he bowed with a flourish and was met with an abundance of praise and applause. Emptying the contents from his hat into his pack, he quickly pulled it on and disappeared back into the tents before anyone had a chance to make an approach. Upon reaching his wagon, he locked the door behind him and sorted through his spoils of the evening. Coins were locked away in a safe and the jewelry was plucked through until he found a man's silver ring that had some small black diamonds lining the edges. It was slipped onto his middle finger before extending that hand and wiggling his digits to inspect the new treasure.

“Yes, that’ll do.” He mused to himself before rummaging through the remainder of his ‘gifts’. A couple more pieces were separated and set upon his table before the rest was scooped up in a handkerchief and taken to one of the workers’ communal tents. 

“Good haul tonight?”

Jace simply grinned and opened his handkerchief to the purple-haired goblin, “Take your pick, grab something for your sister too yeah? Put the rest in the box when you’re done, for the others.”

“I ever tell ya that yer ones of my favorites?” Zina grinned wide and went right for that golden bracelet inlaid with colorful jewels before taking the whole bundle from him. “Maybe my very favorite t’night. Thanks, hun.”

Jace flashed her a charming grin, “You can thank Love is in the Air. Holidays, especially that one, makes people do crazy things, you know.” Eyebrows bobbled playfully. “I’m out, gotta go do some backup.”

“Mmhmm…” She made a shooing motion, “Go on, ya siren. Thanks again for the pretties.”

Jace stepped back into the Darkmoon Faire street, pulling on his hat and tracing his fingers around the brim as he smiled to himself. It was going to be a good week.

[kaisinasunblade]

Darkmoon Faire

The sounds of the faire reached Kai before it even came into view. Bright lit arrows pointed the way down a dark pathway, while ever now and then a banner flutters in the breeze. She had never been to the Darkmoon Faire before, but she had always wanted to go as a child.

She had ran into Dyra in the center of the Faire. They spent time laughing over how Dyra had nearly face planted in the sand lot and gotten death stares from the children waiting their turn to ride the little Sandbox Tiger. The night was spent enjoying most of the rides while she dragged poor Dyra around to try all of them out.

Having vowed to never be shot out of the cannon again, Kai had really enjoyed the rollercoaster. They had even played a few of the games, her favorite was the Wack a Gnoll, where she learned the hard way not to hit the baby dolls that sprung from the barrels.

Soon after they ran into Pyra while they both stuffed their faces with all the goodies the faire had to offer. Soon Jace and Sana joined them, and they enjoyed a stroll around the zoo, where she and Dyra had braved riding one of their massive tallstriders.

It was early morning when Kai finally set up her small camping spot. After everyone had left, she spent a few hours watching Jace on the stage where he put on a few performances. The music had been great, something called Bluegrass. It was easy to get lost in the music, tapping her foot to the beat of it. It was hard to believe she had a whole week to really enjoy the Faire.

Before turning in for the night, she had gotten her tent enchanted to keep out any sounds from the Faire. And she easily fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

@twosidedsana @the-purple-elf @pyraelia @jacelandon for mentions!

[bazedjunkiii]

100% bloody carnage.

[kazuyakato]

2023.10.23 _ Kazumi Ikenaga “North meets East” Quartet Japan Tour Vol.5 Autumn 2023 広島公演 friendship appearance : Christian Vuust

"気合と根性とやる気”(笑)で企画しているこの広島公演、なんとなんと、ご予約特典に前回 2018年の広島公演でのライブから１曲が収録されたCD(といっても僕の手製ですが…笑)をプレゼントできることになりました！ 改めて少しだけ編集し直していますので、ご期待ください〜。

日本ではなかなか聞く機会のないノルディックジャズを広島で皆様と楽しめればと思っています。 皆様、是非是非！ご来場よろしくお願いいたします。

・・・

Kazumi Ikenaga “North meets East” Quartet Japan Tour Vol.5 Autumn 2023 広島公演 friendship appearance : Christian Vuust

“北欧には「ノルディック」と呼ばれるある種の音楽特性を示す表現がある。それは北欧の音楽に内在するノスタルジーやメランコリックな感性を表す。遠い昔にどこかで聴いたことがあるような郷愁の記憶....我々日本人の誰しもが、幼い頃耳にした童謡などのシンプルなメロディを愛でる感覚に近いのかも知れない。”

日時 　2023.10.23 (月) 　19:00 開演 (18:30 開場)

会場 　日本福音ルーテル広島教会 　広島市中区鶴見町2-12 ルーテル平和大通りビル３F

出演 　池長一美, drums 　牧知恵子, pf 　萬恭隆, bs 　クリスチャン ヴースト, t.sax.

入場料金 　前売　¥ 3500 　当日　¥ 4000 　学生・20歳以下　¥ 2000

主催 (総合) 　ヴルスホットミュージック

広島公演共催 　織色

広島公演共催 　ミュージックライフ TAO

総合問合せ先 　ヴルスホットミュージック 　080-5307-8866

広島公演ご予約・お問い合わせ 　織色 　　090-7546-6332 　　work.iro.musik@gmail.com

#Repost @christianvuust with @use.repost

・・・

JAPAN TOUR 18-26 October!

After a four year long break I will be visiting Japan again. I’ll be touring with excellent musicians - that also happen to be good friends of mine. I’m very excited about going to Japan again, and I can’t wait to meet old and new friends in this beautiful and fascinating country. Here is some info about the tour. I hope to see some of you there!

18 Oct. Yokohama - Dolphy 19 Oct. Kyoto - Le Club Jazz 20 Oct. Kobe - 100-ban Hall 21 Oct. Toyooka City Hall 22 Oct. Workshop in Toyooka 23 Oct. Hiroshima - Lutheran Hiroshima Church  26 Oct. Tokyo, Kichijoji - Sometime

Lineup: Christian Vuust (sax)  Kazumi Ikenaga (dr)  Motohiko Ichino (gui - in Tokyo and Yokohama) Takumi Seino (gui - in Toyooka) Sho Kudo (bs - in Tokyo and Yokohama) Chieko Maki (pno - in Kyoto, Kobe and Hiroshima) Yasutaka Yorozu (bs - not in Tokyo and Yokohama)

I highly appreciate Kazumi Ikenaga’s and Kazuya Kato’s help in organizing the tour - and Yasuo Naito’s help in providing equipment.

Thanks for kind support from JazzDanmark, the City of Aarhus and Danish Musicians’ Union.

[preponias]

District Mineral Foundation (DMF)

[phonemantra-blog]

Understanding Dimethyl Fumarate: A Versatile Compound Dimethyl Fumarate (DMF) is a chemical compound with a wide range of applications in various industries, from pharmaceuticals to textiles. In this article, we'll delve into the world of DMF, exploring its uses, benefits, and importance in today's world. What Is Dimethyl Fumarate (DMF)? Dimethyl Fumarate, often abbreviated as DMF, is an organic compound with the molecular formula C6H8O4. It is a white, crystalline substance with a slightly sweet odor. DMF is known for its remarkable versatility and is used in different fields due to its unique properties. [caption id="attachment_55657" align="aligncenter" width="2560"] dimethyl fumarate[/caption] The Diverse Applications of Dimethyl Fumarate DMF has found its way into a multitude of industries, each benefiting from its specific properties and functions. Let's explore some of the key applications of DMF: In Pharmaceutical Industry In the pharmaceutical sector, DMF plays a crucial role as an active pharmaceutical ingredient (API) in the formulation of medications. One of its notable applications is in the treatment of multiple sclerosis. In Textile and Fabrics Another prominent use of DMF is in the textile industry, where it acts as a highly effective antimicrobial and anti-fungal agent. Fabrics treated with DMF are more resistant to mold, mildew, and bacterial growth, making them ideal for various applications, including sportswear and outdoor gear. In Electronics and Plastics DMF is a valuable solvent and processing aid in the production of various electronic components and plastics. It aids in the manufacture of polymers, ensuring uniformity and quality in the final products. Safety and Regulatory Aspects of Dimethyl Fumarate While Dimethyl Fumarate (DMF) offers a wide range of benefits across various industries, it's essential to understand the safety measures and regulatory considerations associated with its usage. Safety Precautions When handling DMF, it's crucial to adhere to safety precautions to minimize potential risks: Protective Gear: Wear appropriate protective gear, including gloves and safety goggles, when working with DMF to prevent skin contact and eye irritation. Ventilation: Ensure adequate ventilation in areas where DMF is used to minimize inhalation exposure. Storage: Store DMF in well-sealed containers away from incompatible substances and in a cool, dry place. Regulatory Compliance DMF is subject to various regulatory standards and guidelines, depending on its intended use. It's important to stay compliant with these regulations to ensure safety and quality. Regulatory bodies such as the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) oversee the use of DMF in pharmaceuticals, while environmental agencies monitor its impact on the environment. Future Trends and Research The applications of DMF continue to evolve, driven by ongoing research and technological advancements. Here are some emerging trends and areas of research related to DMF: Sustainable Production Efforts are underway to develop more sustainable methods for the production of DMF, with a focus on reducing environmental impact and resource consumption. Medical Innovations Researchers are exploring new medical applications of DMF beyond multiple sclerosis treatment, including its potential in autoimmune disorders and cancer therapies. Improved Textile Treatments In the textile industry, scientists are working on innovative methods to enhance the durability and effectiveness of DMF-treated fabrics, opening up new possibilities in fashion and sportswear. Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) About Dimethyl Fumarate (DMF) What is Dimethyl Fumarate (DMF)? DMF is an organic compound with the molecular formula C6H8O4. It is a versatile chemical with applications in various industries. What are the primary uses of DMF? DMF is used in pharmaceuticals, textiles, electronics, and plastics. It's an active pharmaceutical ingredient, an antimicrobial agent in textiles, and a solvent in electronics and plastics manufacturing. How is DMF used in the pharmaceutical industry? DMF is used in the treatment of relapsing forms of multiple sclerosis. It has shown effectiveness in reducing relapse frequency and slowing disease progression. Is DMF safe to handle? DMF should be handled with care. Safety precautions include wearing protective gear, ensuring proper ventilation, and avoiding skin contact and inhalation of vapors. Are there regulatory guidelines for DMF usage? Yes, regulatory bodies like the FDA oversee DMF's usage in pharmaceuticals, and environmental agencies monitor its impact on the environment. What are the emerging trends in DMF research? Research is focusing on sustainable production methods, exploring new medical applications beyond multiple sclerosis, and improving textile treatments using DMF. Can DMF be used in cancer treatment? Ongoing research is exploring DMF's potential in cancer therapies and autoimmune disorders, but more studies are needed to establish its efficacy. Is DMF environmentally friendly? Efforts are underway to make DMF production more sustainable and environmentally friendly. What are the key properties of DMF? DMF is a white crystalline powder with a slightly sweet odor and is sparingly soluble in water. Where can I stay updated on the latest DMF developments? You can stay informed about DMF advancements through scientific journals, industry news, and regulatory agencies' publications. Conclusion: Dimethyl Fumarate (DMF) has cemented its place as a versatile compound with diverse applications across multiple industries. From improving the quality of life for multiple sclerosis patients to enhancing the durability of textiles, DMF continues to impact our lives in meaningful ways.

[xinfudapackaging]

COP vial market for antineoplastic drugs

Antineoplastic drugs refer to drugs that can kill or eliminate malignant tumor cells. Based on the influence of factors such as a huge population base and aging population, the global anti-tumor market demand is gradually released. As a common packaging for antineoplastic drugs, the market demand for COP vials will also be driven. RTU(ready to use) 2ml COP vial 5ml COP vial 100ml COP injection…

[videoluce]

Videoluce Servizi Audiovisivi con felicità quest'anno è stata sponsor del Digital Media Fest mettendo in palio per i vincitori servizi di sottotitolazione in inglese, francese, italiano e italiano per non udenti. I premi Videoluce sono stati assegnati a:

Rose of Dolls

Annalisa Aglioti

[dicasverdes]

Vaga para na Analista de Assuntos Regulatórios de DMF Pleno na rsg

Vaga para na Analista de Assuntos Regulatórios de DMF Pleno na rsg

Empresa: rsg Descrição da Vaga : RSG Brasil São Paulo / SP Cliente: Farmacêutica Multinacional Cargo: Analista de Assuntos Regulatórios de DMF Pleno… Local: São Paulo – SP Inscreva-se por AQUI Via > Carrerjet

[roonilwazlibimagines]

bitch - d.m x female!reader

Blurb: she changes the settings on draco's phone to change the word babe to bitch (kinda modern!au)

Word Count: 0.6k

A/N: yeah i am obsessed with slytherin boys react on tik tok sue me but if you like this and want to see more of it lemme know :)).

Masterlist | i have a full imagine of draco being the annoying one and this is the same draco in my mind

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

“I swear I was trying to say babe, I would never call you something like that, you know that right?”

“Just give it up, Draco, I know you were trying to be funny, but it wasn’t.” She pouted, hoping he would be able to hear it through the phone.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny!” She knew he was running a hand through his hair, making the tips flick up in a weird way that made her wish she was there to fix it.

“Your phone can’t just change the words you type.”

“Princess, I swear I will leave work right now just to show you.”

The issue was, she knew he would if she didn’t put it to rest and as much as she loved teasing him, she didn’t want to make such a fuss.

“Please say something.” She sighed at his words, pretending to think about the situation.

“I’m sorry,” she giggled out nervously.

“What? Why?”

“I thought it would be funny to change the settings on your phone and-”

“You did this?”

“Yes.” She bit the corner of her lip nervously.

“You’re the worst.”

She let out a small giggle as she said, “but I’m hilarious.”

“Debatable.” She could hear him sigh.

“So,” she hummed, dragging out the end of her word, “will you still pick me up tonight?”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I love you lots,” she blew a bunch of kisses into the microphone.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, “I love you too, see you tonight, babe.”

As soon as she opened the door she put her palm out flat.

“Give it to me?”

Draco laughed as he took his shoes off and made his way into her house.

“Give you what?” She scoffed as she stepped aside to let him in, moving her hands to her hips.

“Your phone.”

“Why?”

He moved over to the dining table, pulling a seat out to sit on it, noticing her bare feet and purse half empty resting next to him.

“So I can change it back,” she whined walking over to him and pouting.

“Change what back?” He was wearing a faux innocent look that made her roll her eyes, much to her boyfriend’s amusement.

“Draco,” she said, “I miss when you were begging for my forgiveness.”

“You know what I want to know?” He asked, ignoring her last statement and looking up at her as she raised an eyebrow, her fingers digging into the flesh on her hips. “How did you get my phone in the first place?”

She shrugged her shoulders, copying his innocent act. “I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t leave your phone on the bedside table when you shower.”

“Wow,” he chuckled, “too bad if I had something private on there.” He was trying to act offended but the way the corner of his lip quirked up told her otherwise.

She snorted, moving her hands to fold them across her chest. “What do you have to hide from me?”

“What if I was planning a surprise for you?” He retaliated knowing she had a point.

“For what?” There was no special event coming up for months and even if her boyfriend always made an effort for her, there was no way he was this organised.

“Just because I love you.”

She giggled, leaning down over him to press a soft kiss on his pretty lips.

“I love you too.”

When she pulled away she put her palm out flat again and this time Draco handed it over, sighing as he leant to his side to get the device out of his pocket.

“I assume you don’t need my password.” She rolled her eyes, as if he hadn’t proudly told her that his password was her birthday the second he changed it over.

She tapped furiously on his phone, feeling his gaze on her as she changed it back.

He shuffled to his side when she handed it back to him, a beaming smile gracing her pretty features.

“Alright, now finish getting ready, we have a reservation.”

[catsi]

i spilled 200 mL of a solvent all over myself in the lab the other week and normally that's the kind of thing that requires you to strip down and use the chemical shower but in this case the solvent was ethanol which is NOT worth my colleagues seeing my ass about. so i turned to the other b'ys in the lab and was like. "don't narc on me. i'm not using the chemical shower. i'm just gonna mop this up"

[festaventurine]

honestly this may be an unpopular opinion in Pretty series tumblr but I much prefer Kouji/Ito than both other canon PR series hetships and even more than their popular gay alternative ship option

And most of it now during my rewatch is, I love how the Kouji/Ito ship made Naru/Rinne ship even much more gayer in retrospective and it personally is more interesting to headcanon for Naru to be the one who's a lesbian with comphet thoughts (due to her complete nuclear family) instead of Ito (and I like the idea of Ito being the only actual straight girl (both in sexuality and tsukkomi role) in Happy Rain)

But that's just my opinion.

[whateveritsmyshed]

korean dubbed pretty rhythm DMF

ep 1 ~ 3.!