#Peroxide codes

[khushiiiklick]

Dive into the immersive world of Peroxide and uncover the secrets to mastering the game! Our comprehensive guide provides expert tips and strategies for leveraging Peroxide codes to enhance your gameplay. From unlocking powerful abilities to conquering formidable challenges, embark on your journey to dominance in Peroxide today!

[abhi12blogger]

Peroxide codes typically refer to a system of color codes used in chemistry to classify different types of peroxides. Peroxides are compounds characterized by the presence of the peroxide ion O22−, which consists of two oxygen atoms connected by a single bond. These compounds often exhibit bleaching and oxidizing properties and are commonly used in various industrial and laboratory applications, as well as in household products like hair bleach

[avlnewswala]

Roblox Peroxide Codes: Unlocking Rewards in the Anime-Inspired Game

Roblox, the popular online platform that allows users to create and share games, has a vast array of user-generated content. One standout title is Peroxide, an anime-inspired game that has captivated players with its engaging gameplay and vibrant graphics. Like many games on Roblox, Peroxide utilizes codes to reward players with various in-game items and bonuses. These codes are a crucial aspect of the game, offering players free boosts that can enhance their gaming experience.

What is Peroxide?

Peroxide is an action-packed game on Roblox that draws heavy inspiration from popular anime series. In this game, players embark on thrilling adventures, engage in battles, and complete quests. The game's mechanics and visuals are designed to provide an immersive anime experience, attracting fans of the genre and Roblox enthusiasts alike.

The Importance of Codes in Peroxide

Codes in Peroxide are alphanumeric strings that players can redeem for various in-game rewards. These rewards often include items, currency, boosts, and other bonuses that can help players progress faster and enjoy the game more. Developers frequently release new codes to keep the player base engaged, celebrate milestones, or coincide with updates and events.

How to Redeem Peroxide Codes

Redeeming codes in Peroxide is a straightforward process. Here’s how you can do it:

Launch Peroxide: Open Roblox and start the Peroxide game.

Access the Code Menu: Look for a button or icon that allows you to enter codes. This is usually found in the main menu or within a specific section of the game interface.

Enter the Code: Type or paste the code into the designated input box.

Redeem: Click on the confirm or redeem button to activate the code and receive your reward.

Where to Find Peroxide Codes

Finding the latest Peroxide codes can require a bit of searching, but there are several reliable sources:

Official Social Media Accounts: Follow the game developers on platforms like Twitter, Discord, and Instagram. Developers often post new codes on these channels.

Roblox Game Page: Sometimes, codes are shared directly on the Roblox game page in the description or updates section.

Community Forums and Groups: Join Roblox forums, groups, and fan pages. Community members frequently share new codes and updates.

YouTube and Gaming Blogs: Many content creators and gaming websites dedicate themselves to sharing the latest Roblox codes, including those for Peroxide.

Common Types of Rewards

Peroxide codes can grant a variety of rewards, each beneficial in its own way. Some common rewards include:

In-Game Currency: Used to purchase items, upgrades, and other essentials.

Boosts: Temporary enhancements that can increase your abilities, speed up progress, or improve battle performance.

Exclusive Items: Special gear, outfits, or accessories that may not be available through regular gameplay.

Experience Points (XP): Helps players level up their characters faster.

Tips for Using Codes

To maximize the benefits from Peroxide codes, consider these tips:

Stay Updated: Regularly check the sources mentioned above to ensure you’re always aware of new codes.

Redeem Quickly: Some codes have expiration dates, so it’s essential to use them as soon as possible.

Verify Sources: Ensure the codes come from reliable sources to avoid wasting time on expired or fake codes.

Engage with the Community: Active participation in the game’s community can lead to early access to codes and other insider information.

Conclusion

Roblox Peroxide codes are a fantastic way to enhance your gaming experience by providing free rewards and bonuses. Whether you’re a seasoned player or a newcomer, keeping an eye on these codes and redeeming them promptly can give you a significant advantage. By following official channels and staying active in the community, you can ensure that you never miss out on the latest perks and updates in this exciting anime-inspired Roblox game.

[cringe-yet-free]

octonauts but i put them through an incorrect quotes generator

Peso: Go ahead, Captain. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.

Kwazii: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

—————

Peso: You can answer almost anything with “Not since the accident.”

Barnacles: Actually, you can’t.

Kwazii: Not since the accident.

—————

Kwazii: No, I don't want to talk about physics! I don't know anything about the laws of physics because they are hard and boring. I simply would like them to behave in a way that is most convenient to ME and MY LIFE! Is that really asking too much?

Shellington: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is!

Kwazii: Well, guess what? Science is stupid bullshit!!

Shellington: You take that back!!!

Kwazii: No. Magic is awesome. Science blows. The end.

—————

Kwazii: Is this mistletoe?

Shellington: Uh, no, no, that is basil.

Kwazii: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you.

Shellington: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

—————

Kwazii: I'm not superstitious... But I am a little stitious.

—————

Kidnapper: We have your child

Barnacles: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Barnacles: Oh god, you have Kwazii

—————

Shellington, texting Dashi: *sends a voice message*

Dashi, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?

Shellington: No, don’t worry, just listen later.

*later*

Dashi: *presses play*

Shellington's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

—————

Barnacles: Shellington just insisted Kwazii and I remember a code word in case we’re ever confronted by their clone or a cyborg doppelgänger and we’re not sure which is the real them and which is the imposter.

Barnacles: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.

—————

Tweak, over radio: Testing. Testing. Dashi, can you hear me?

Dashi, standing next to Tweak: I’m standing right here.

Tweak: You’re coming through good and loud.

Dashi: ‘Cause I’m standing right here.

—————

Barnacles: What’s the status up here?

Kwazii: Fucked up, about to die, Shellington’s a nerd. The usual.

—————

Barnacles as a child: I can’t wait to grow up and have cool adventures!

Barnacles now: I can’t wait to go to bed.

—————

Shellington: Kwazii, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?!

Kwazii: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!

—————

Barnacles: Kwazii, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

Kwazii: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

—————

Dashi: Everyone, calm down! We're grown-ups, let's deal with this like adults!

Shellington: So, we're just going to wing it and hope for the best?

Dashi: Obviously. Now, Tweak, pass the shovel.

—————

Tunip, looking over Shellington’s shoulder: You can draw?

Shellington, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?

—————

Shellington: *tapping fingers on table*

Tweak: *taps fingers back furiously*

Peso: …What’s going on?

Dashi: Morse code. They’re talking.

Shellington: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -

Tweak: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

—————

Tweak: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Kwazii: No.

Peso: I did not.

Dashi: I may have actually forgotten one.

Shellington: Also no.

Tweak: Oh good, neither did I.

Barnacles: *Exhausted sigh*

—————

Kwazii, to Tweak: You drink too much, swear too much, and your morals are highly questionable.

Tweak: …

Kwazii: You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a best friend.

[delirious-donna]

For You [Hanma Shuji]

an: Pure self-indulgence as I've been sick the past few days and I'll use any excuse to continue my soft Shuji agenda...

pairing: Hanma Shuji x female reader

warnings: fluff, self-ship coded, reader has longish hair with a similar texture to Shuji’s, fluff, bit of a sick fic I guess, domesticity, soft shuji, suggestive if you squint, did I mention the fluff?

He didn’t know what to do. That much was evident from the white noise tumbling inside his head and the empty stare that roamed your apartment. Everything was as it should be, and at the same time, nothing was right.

Shuji hadn’t heard a peep from you in almost two days, and that was unheard of before now. He appreciated that you were not overtly clingy. You didn’t need to know his exact whereabouts at any given moment of the day, but you checked in now and then, and for the first time in his life, he looked forward to those moments. So when you went radio silent except for one cursory message in reply to his attempt at humour that you were ghosting him, worry settled heavily.

The smell was apparent the second he let himself in with the spare key you had gifted him months ago. Until now, he hadn’t had reason to use it, but there was no way he would allow another day to pass without knowing what was going on. Sickness–sweet and sour–lingered in the nose, an unmistakable smell.

What he found huddled in a nest of twisted blankets tugged at a heart he had not long grown to realise existed. A mass of tangled hair obscured most of your sleeping face, though he doesn’t miss the scrunched expression etched across your features. Your skin that peeks from beneath your adorable kitty pyjamas was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he could feel the heat radiating from your body when he closed the distance in two quick strides.

You’re sick. 

The rasp of your breathing indicated something was sitting on your chest, likely a bad cold or some infection, and he doesn’t know what to do with this newfound information. Turning, he raised his glasses atop his head to pass a weary palm down his face.

Cuts, scrapes and bruises are things he can deal with. He is well accustomed to peroxide on rags to clean wounds and disinfect any dirt that might linger inside split knuckles. A raw steak slapped over a swollen eye might be considered a bit of a health hazard these days, but he still swore that nothing reduced the swelling faster. Hell, Shuji was even a dab hand with a needle and thread. He had lost count with how many of his exclusively short list of friends he had patched up to avoid the inevitable hospital questions over the years. He had even sewn himself up from time to time.

Hell, he needed to act. Standing here doing nothing was beginning to sizzle his blood.

You woke from being jostled, the haze of your fever dream preventing the usual fight or flight instinct from kicking in. Craning your neck, you blinked and scrubbed at your eyes. There was no way you were looking up at your boyfriend. No way that he had you cradled in his arms in the most delicate hold you had ever experienced.

“Shuji?” 

“Yeah, princess, it’s me. Need you to sit here f’me, alright?” He rasped, voice affected by some emotion you couldn’t quite place.

Cool porcelain met your backside, your body guided upright until you could manage your equilibrium. Hanma Shuji was here, in your apartment, in your bathroom. Rummaging through your medicine cabinet and looking for god knows what.

A bath. He could at least run you a warm bath and rid you of the smell of sweat and sickness from your pretty skin. Methodically, he worked to fill the tub and added a few splashes of some scented shit that smelled familiar from your cabinet. Shuji dutifully peeled the pyjamas and underwear from your body and threw them in the hamper with a mind to run a load for you if he remembered.

Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe your twisted fever-induced dreams had shifted away from the nauseatingly vibrant images you had experienced only a few hours ago to this muted peaceful scene. It was a nice thought, but no, this was reality and not one you ever thought you’d experience. 

A hand from behind your head came into view, a hand you knew immediately, not just by the stark black kanji inked against golden skin but the length of his slender fingers and the slight yellowish stain from the cigarettes he smoked. He handed you a soapy washcloth, which you gratefully accepted, wiping it across your body and sluffing off the grim that had caked you over the course of the last few days.

It was heaven, pure and simple, and when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Shuji surprised you once more. He gently tilted your head back, your eyes met his, and you smiled in adoration at the concentration evident on his face seconds before he began wetting your hair with the jug you kept on the edge of the bath.

“You don’t have to… Shu, I can take care of my hair once I’m better.”

Shuji clicked his tongue against his teeth in admonishment, but he held back from scolding you further for not trusting him with this small task. He washed his own damn hair, so washing yours wasn’t going to be some impossible task. His fingers worked in the suds of your shampoo into a thick lather, digging deep against your scalp and massaging firmly enough to elicit moans of bliss. 

Normally such noises would make him hard, but right now it only raised a genuine smile. This was possibly one of the most intimate things he had ever done for you. Never mind all those times he had rearranged your insides or made slow, passionate love to you. No, this was on a whole other level, and he liked it–more than he ever believed he would.

You must have dozed off whilst he shampooed and conditioned your hair because the next thing you were aware of was being lifted from the bath and wrapped in a thick fluffy towel that draped past your toes. Shuji returned you to your bedroom but paused in where to deposit you, his nose wrinkled in distaste at the mess of sheets that most definitely needed to be washed and changed. Eventually, he planted your feet on the plush rug by the bottom of your bed, one which his knees were intimately familiar with and helped towel dry your body from head to foot.

“Put these on, baby. Imma strip your bed, do you have another set?” He asked with a kiss to your temple, handing you a clean set of yellow pyjamas with little ducks covering them from your dresser drawer. 

Nodding sleepily, you pointed to the wicker storage box in the far corner before stepping into the pj pants and clumsily covering yourself with the top that bagged just enough that you could truthfully forgo the pants if you wanted.

You watched in amusement as the man known far and wide as both a talented photographer and sometimes enforcer for certain well-connected friends changed your bedding. His tall frame made it easy for him to manipulate the fitted sheet into place and wrangle a clean duvet cover on your kingsize duvet. This shitty task would have taken you nearly half an hour by yourself, but he managed in only ten.

“Need to dry my hair,” you yawned, leaning your face on his bicep and gratefully folding into his body when his arm snaked around your waist. He looked lost again, and you took pity on him. This kind of care was not his forte, but he didn’t know that all of this meant more to you than you could verbalise in your current state.

“I’ll wait for you in the living room. Take your time, alright?” With a final kiss to your forehead, he rounded the door of your bedroom and was gone from sight.

Shuji tried to sit still whilst the sound of your hairdryer filled his ears, but he was never one to sit idly by. He thought back on the times he had been sick as a kid with no one to really care for him and the things he would have wished for. In truth, a hot bath, clean clothes and a full stomach were all he ever wanted.

He was no cook, but he got by. A can of chicken soup caught his attention as he scanned your cupboards and set about warming it up on the stovetop. Your bread was still fresh, and he found butter in the fridge. He could do this. He could be the caring boyfriend when he wanted and though he had never felt inclined before, you were different.

You didn’t blow up his phone looking for sympathy or attention–no–you had tried to tough it out much like he had growing up, and it further sparked the flicker of kindred spirit that he felt about you. He wanted to protect you. There was no sense of obligation, and that made the difference. You were the first person he had loved outside of himself, and you reciprocated unconditionally. 

You took the man he was, the boy he had been and loved every part of him, flaws and all. Shuji could do the same for you, and he vowed that the next time one of you fell sick, you’d be living together and there would be no need to guess that something was wrong.

So engrossed in sentimental thoughts that were still rather foreign to him, Shuji didn’t notice the hairdryer cut off nor the sound of your bare feet padding in search of him. It wasn’t until two small arms wound around his waist that he noticed or acknowledged your presence at all.

“What did I do to deserve you, Hanma Shuji?” You sobbed wetly into the shirt covering his back. Your emotions were overwhelming you, head still stuffy from whatever sickness had beat your ass the past few days, coupled with the domesticity of watching him cook for you. Tears streaked towards your cheeks, and you smushed your face deeper into him in an attempt to halt the flow.

He chuckled whilst continuing to stir the soup. “I know a lot of people that would say you must have been real bad in a past life to have ended up with me as a boyfriend.”

You sniffled and mustered every ounce of strength–barely anything–to smack him for that comment. “Shut up, you ass. Don’t spoil it.”

Shuji turned slowly. The amused expression softening in the face of your soppy, pathetic face that he couldn’t possibly adore any more, and he raised a hand to thumb away your tears. Enfolding you fully into his arms, he cooed softly against your freshly dried hair and smiled at the scent that was uniquely you had returned to your skin.

“I want you to know that I would do anything for you. Not only would I rip apart this entire fucking world if someone dared hurt you.” He enthused before his tone softened with a quiet exhale as if he were about to whisper some unspoken secret. “But I’ll also bathe you when you need the help, and I’ll feed you when you’re hungry. For you, there is nothing too much.”

[spidey-bie]

Murder In The Morning

A/N: I am suffering. It's 2 in the morning. If there are errors then no there isn't. Hobie x g/n black reader  Summary: Your period came while sleeping over at Hobie's. Warnings: Blood (duh), Reader uses pads because tampons scare me

You should've known that it was coming. 

The signs were all there. The restless sleep schedule, the sudden shift in emotions, strange cravings, and the unusual forgetfulness.

You’d thought you had more time but, alas. 

Here you are, waking up in Hobie Brown's bed surrounded by a pool of blood.

"It's everywhere." Obviously you were exaggerating but you knew it was gonna be a pain to deal with later. 

"Oh my God." It was really bad.

"You alright in there?" Hobie calls from the kitchen. He's probably let you sleep in while he started cooking breakfast.

"It's a code red," You call back. This was a gag you both had started from the first time your period started at Hobie’s house. At least this time it wasn't on new sheets.

"What's the damage?"

"It was a massacre." You have to check to see if you bled through to the mattress. 

"Damn it." Unfortunately, you had.

"It's that bad?" Hobie 

"Captain, they ambushed us. We never stood a chance."

He ducks into the room, eyes widening at the scene. 

"Woah. All this came from you?"

You stare at him blankly. Sometimes you wonder if he says stupid stuff like this just to piss you off.

"Who else is there?"

"I just thought I was the only one with enemies to fight here." 

And if any of them popped up right now you would leave him to fend for himself. Spider-man values be damned.

"Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't punch you right now."

"Because." He says waving a bottle of peroxide as he walks towards you. 

"While you take a nice, long, hot shower I'll be cleaning up this whole mess for you." He was standing in front of you now. You started to feel bad for your small outburst.

“But before that.” He opens his arms wide. An open invitation for a hug you so desperately needed.  

"Fine" You sigh and let yourself be enveloped in his arms.

"Thank you." You mumbled into his chest. 

"Of course." He pressed a light kiss onto your forehead. "Now off you go." 

************************************************************************

After hopping out the shower and being met with the cold air of the bathroom you felt the cramps start to creep in.

"You got any ibuprofen or those para- whatchamacallits?"

"Paracetamols. Med cabinet." You grabbed a blister pack out of the cabinet and popped a pill.

You had thrown away the pants and underwear that you were wearing earlier; they were beyond saving. Thankfully, there were clothes for you to change into, courtesy of Hobie’s closet, and underwear from a previous visit. However, there was one thing that you didn’t have.

"Bie." You shouted. "You got any pads?" It was unlikely but, you might've left some behind before. If not you could always just send Hobie to grab some. 

“Umm. Check under the sink?"

You open the drawer and nearly cry from what you see. There sat a small box, clearly labeled in Hobie’s messy handwriting, Lovebug's Blood Kit. It held pads in a number of colors and sizes, as well as a variety of your favorite chocolates.

You put on a pad and headed to the bedroom, expecting Hobie to still be there. To your surprise, you were met with a bare mattress completely cleaned of the previous murder scene. "In here," he called from the kitchen. "Food's done." 

"How’d yo-"

"You were in there for ages, bug. I was starting to think you passed out from blood loss."

You roll your eyes and smile. You were in love with an idiot. A caring and considerate idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.  

"Thanks again for everything." You sit down and begin to eat.

“Don’t know what you mean,” he shrugged, glancing towards you with a smile.

You giggle. “Of course you don’t.”

The quiet hum of the washing machine continued in the background as you both sat and ate. 

(A/n I got lazy by the end lol. Thank you to my lovely lovely editors @whaliiwatching and @shuinami. This was truly a mess before they looked at it.)

[annabelle--cane]

ntn day three:

from a character perspective it is delightful that nona doesn't really care about all the blood of eden cell history and personal drama and is more concerned with being late for school, but from my perspective I am clawing at the walls

nona being the only one to hear words in judith's screaming is so magp 22 mixed signals coded

what's the angel/aim's deal? she/they icon? another body sharer? bill nye the science butch? a vet posing as a human doctor posing as a science teacher?

nona's Secret. hot sauce reacted like it was something medical, like it could be fixed with an organ transplant. the obvious answer is that nona knows bodies really well and is the only one who's noticed that her heart or something is going to give out soon, but I'm not sold on that yet. cannibal nona wants to eat organs? time lord nona needs extra hearts to run at full power? hot sauce just thinks that buying an extra liver would cheer her up?

so much weirdness in the broadcast but the worst thing was 100% brunette ianthe. give that girl some peroxide right now.

john's chapters are just red valley pod

if they harm a russet hair on pyrrha's head I will become the joker

[ask-sweetie-and-pip]

Robots.... just those things... if they are magnetic, just use magnets, H20 should short circuit their systems, if you have thunder/lightning spells you should be able to also short circuit them, or melt them, a big enough hammer could wreck a lot of them, not to mention explosives, if you somehow hollow one out you could use it to trick the others into attacking it, or use it as a disguise, you could trick them into thinking you're dead (E.G, make an illusion of you get killed by them) or in the case of hedgehogs, spin dash into them a few times, even if their metal/robots they still have a flaw, if you can get to one of their brains and disconnect it from its body its useless. also removing power from it, teleport away, heck, you can just flood them, a shield could block attacks and again, magnets can break them sometimes. if you have hydrogen peroxide, salt, white Vinger and/or pure Vinagre and mix it up, you could make them rust in minutes, they should also have a failsafe in case they turn against their creator and a digital way is impossible, but that's not always the case. also, anything that can pierce though their wires and metal like Ice going very fast, once you have some metal or material their made off you can use it as a weapon to deal more damage...

Dear Code 404,

I'm not confident of killing even one of them. Just one miscalculation will take me out. I do not know their specs or how they were manufactured. I'm actually on a similar case, although I'm more flesh than machine now... let's not talk about that today.

I'm running a diagnostic test with Scootaloo and putting up a temp. Shield up to protect us both.

I'm pretty tired, I can already feel my blood vessels bursting with some wires fraying. But I do have a filly to rescue.

I do not know when they will come, but I can tell you my pain is awful. It is so bad that even one step drives me crazy.

Sweetie Belle

[doctor-bus]

WIP game!

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

I was tagged by the ever-delightful @randomhatthief and given the word SACRIFICE.

S – Shaking, slow, sleeve sticky with blood, he points it in the direction of the looming figure— unable to see well enough to aim, but it won’t matter point-blank— and fires. (Code: Realize WIP #1 – Down for the Count) A – A boy can only get so far in the dictionary before it starts to drag, after all. Do there really need to be THAT many words starting with the letter C…? (Code: Realize WIP #2 – Emergency Maintenance) C – “Cheating death does not come cheap, you know.” Helvetica hummed, plugging a thick wire into a port on the machine’s face with a click. “Speaking of…” “I know, I know. You don’t work for free, right? I’ll make sure you’re compensated well for your time, Dr. Helvetica.”   “And the stress, of course. I’ll sue you for emotional distress if I get any grey hairs from this.” “Eugh…I bet Valerie would love to take that case… Any chance I could convince you to settle out of court?” “Hmm. Maybe. Buy me a drink at Paradiso Garage, and I’ll think about it.” “It’s a deal.” “It’s not a deal yet. I said that I would think about it, not that I would settle.” (Bustafellows WIP - Asystole) R – “R-right! Right. I can do that. The—the orange ones, yeah?” “Yes.” “You got it, Scarecrow out.” Crow said as he rushed out of the room. (Bustafellows WIP – Asystole) I – “I’m well aware, mademoiselle, and I promise that I will make it worth your while,” Lupin says, velvet-voiced, “I apologize for troubling you yet again, but you see, for this job we need someone of no less than the highest caliber.” The doctor scoffs. “You need someone who will keep their damn mouth shut.” “Talented and perceptive! This, my dear, is why it had to be you.” (Code: Realize WIP #1 – Down for the Count) F – For the span of a heartbeat, the four of them stand there in the center of that terrible room, surrounded by 665 faces that do not, cannot watch them, staring silent at nothing with glassy eyes and placid expressions. (Code: Realize WIP #1 – Down for the Count) I – It’s a miserable slog to the kitchen, but he makes it, one foot after the other. Eight feet from his bedroom to the sink. Then one foot up onto the step stool— both feet up onto the step stool— and two hands on the basin to steady himself. Two hands gripping the basin as he dry heaves into the sink. Two hands gripping the basin as he breathes through the aftershocks. Breathe. Okay. (Code: Realize WIP #2 – Emergency Maintenance) C – “Cardia, honey!” Impey cuts in, voice bright with faux cheer, “Mind giving me a hand with the compass?” “…Okay.” Cardia says. Resigned, she allows herself to be pulled away. “Hah. If that was supposed to be a pun, it wasn’t funny at all…” Lupin sighs. “Oh, please. My puns, just like my cooking, are always in good taste. Right, Cardia?” Impey says “…Sure.” (Code: Realize WIP #1 – Down for the Count) E – Ensure adequate ventilation. Slowly add one part hydrogen peroxide to three parts sulfuric acid. Place the dissected parts in one at a time. Wait for the reaction to complete. Repeat. (Bustafellows WIP – Asystole)

Thank you for the tag! Sorry it took me a million years to get to!

Anyone who wants to do this too, please take this as an open tag! If you want me to give you a word, feel free to leave a reply or shoot me a message :)

[victusinveritas]

1934 Paramount Pictures photograph of peroxide blonde pre code chorine heart breaker Toby Wing.

[arcanecovcn]

@demonicescort continued from this starter.

So, based on Patrick's reaction, he looked worse than he initially thought. And okay, maybe he was playing it down in his mind so the adrenaline he felt wasn't replaced by panic or another emotion that would make him crash and burn into a tired, bloody mess... but it seemed like he'd gone too far with pretending he was okay. And if not okay, at least somewhat decent.

"Please don't yell," he begged, slumping a little further into the chair -that he ruined- and pressing a bloody hand to the most worrisome wound -that didn't stop bleeding. "I'm sorry for being such an imposition."

He did feel bad. Stumbling through his friend's window at an ungodly hour of the night was violating at least three state laws and the code of friendship he ruled himself by. 'Do not get your friends involved in your supernatural/vigilante-y activities' had been the number one rule... and now it was broken.

"I got trapped inside a warehouse packed with a stupidly large amount of guns. They all had guns, some of them had knives..." his words came out interrupted by heaving gasps. Even though he wasn't dying -technically-, everything hurt on at least six different levels, so even speaking -or breathing- was kind of a chore. "I made it out, but barely. Do you have-- hypoallergenic mycropore tape? That'll come in handy to help tape the wounds together--"

Had he done this before? Maybe. Had it been this bad? Not remotely. Did he have the scars to prove it? Yes, of course, he did, engraved in the skin of his thighs in the same manner Patrick's naked body was now engraved in his mind for the rest of eternity. Not a bad sight, not a bad sight at all...

"And- hydrogen peroxide can help clean the wound--"

[screamingreek]

Punk Canada Vol. 3 (LP) En-Guard Records

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I've been thinking about old railway uniforms, and come to the conclusion that the textiles could be INTERESTING in a steampunk world.

If steam power is widespread and commonplace, that means that there's going to be plenty of steam piping and/or boilers around. A lot of it would probably be insulated for safety and efficiency, but that still probably means that a significant part of the population has to work around HOT steam-powered equipment fairly often. I don't think that EVERYONE would necessarily be going around in protective double denim, but I think there'd just be less demand for fabrics with worse heat resistance.

That probably means that textile innovation wouldn't focus so hard on inventing New materials; but rather on improving natural fabrics. With a focus on mechanical innovation, I think your steampunk inventor would have an ENORMOUS array of linkages available to them - for converting a continuous mechanical input to various complicated and adjustable movement patterns. I think that having a lot more workers in hot environments would also lead to wide-spread use of mechanical refrigeration.

I've seen a few videos of industrial fabric-handling machines - they seem to have a Lot spiky metal fingers making repetitive movements. I think a steampunk world would be GREAT at making those little fingers do different, interesting patterns of movement! I recently saw a Matt Parker video about a continuous lattice of 7 different directions of pencil, and there was a cool animation of its cross-section. Imagine the funky patterns you could weave with thread going in more than 2 directions - either coplanar with eachother or in 3d space. All the cool decorative patterns woodworkers can do with plywood and veneer - imagine that with thread!

One of the reasons that a lot of tradespeople wore denim was because the pattern of the fabric obscured oil and grease stains. Could you achieve the same effect with the above funky patterns if they were dense enough? SO many workwear fashion options. And if you've got hot steam on tap as well as decent refrigeration - heat treatment would be easy to incorporate. What sort of interesting features would they be heat-setting into their clothes?

And if you want to build any sort of articulated machine/robot with steam as the power source; you need something to carry that steam - a flexible, high-pressure, heat resistant pipe. That sounds like a braided hose to me - and if you're using more colourful metals than stainless steel, your steam plumbing could get COLOURFUL! You know how we have braided hoses with a red or blue strand for hot or cold water? JUST IMAGINE the industry standard colour coding schemes for different temperatures, pressures, and phases of various fluids they could have!

Colour coded flexible pressure hose reminds me of an electrical system - I wonder how a steampunk world would do mechanical calculation? Did someone say Convoluted Fluid Based Computers?? With advances in textiles, hoses, and ropes - surely at some point they'd invent wire or fibre-wrapped pressure vessels! (Just think what they'd do with carbon fibre!) A society with (admittedly probably building-sized) computers that's used to dealing with high-pressure fluids - SURELY they'd invent jet propulsion? Perhaps not for rockets or aircraft - imagine pressure-jet steampunk ships, submarines even.

Actually where I can see modern-ish chemical rocketry in a steampunk world is in miniature steam generators - either HO bipropellant (your choice of liquid or gaseous) or peroxide monopropellant. A vigorous chemical reaction with hot, fast H2O as the product - sounds like a (rather explosive) portable power source.

Anyways, TLDR i'd LOVE to see what technological innovations a steampunk world would have. What paths they'd go down for research.

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Incorrect Quotes Tag Game

Once again I was tagged twice! Which is great because that means I get to play with both my WIPs characters! Thanks for the tag @the-down-upside-finch and @card-queen as always right now with these tags we're going colour coded. A Curiosity Piqued is in Blue and Magic Act is in Red.

Rules: Use this link to generate incorrect quotes for your OCs!

Tagging: @pb-dot @sam-glade @ashwithapen @callahanscorner @cat-esper @taveren-writing and anyone else who feels like doing it! Its really fun and you should do it!

Arnvaldr: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone. Aelfraed: And I need you to be less vague and weird.

(This about sums up any time these two are going to have to work together.)

Aelfraed: Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense. Arnvaldr: I’ve got plenty of common sense! Arnvaldr: I just choose to ignore it.

(Perfect Arnvaldr)

Aelfraed: What the fuck is wrong with you?? Arnvaldr: What? No good morning? Aelfraed: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

(Aelfraed wouldn't say fuck but this! Like Aelfraed is going to be like this at some point in the story after Arnvaldr handles cursed items irresponsibly.)

Arnvaldr: I was arrested for being too cool. Aelfraed: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Arnvaldr: Pardon the intrusion, but- Aelfraed: On this moment or just my life in general?

(Too polite for Arnvaldr unless he's being sarcastic but yeah Aelfraed I'd be lying if I said sorry for the continued Arnvaldr encounters.)

Arnvaldr: A banker? Me? Aelfraed: Yes, Arnvaldr. Arnvaldr: But I don’t know anything about running a bank! Aelfraed: Good. No preconceived ideas. Arnvaldr: I’ve robbed banks! Aelfraed: Capital! Just reverse your thinking. The money should be on the inside.

(The working together scenario but this time its Aelfraed who needs help lol. I can really see something like this happening later on in the series.)

Arnvaldr: My head hurts. Aelfraed: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Arnvaldr: I got an idea! Aelfraed: Does it involve breaking the law? Arnvaldr: By now don’t you think that’s a given? Aelfraed: I was just trying to be optimistic. Arnvaldr: Don’t bother.

Okay that's it for Medallion Heist now on to Magic Act! If you want to see Aelfraed in his first outing you can pre-order the book here: A Curiosity Piqued – The Last Straw Novella – Masked Emerald

And if you want to see more Medallion Heist I'm writing it for NaNoWriMo so follow and you'll see more!

Night: Go big or go home! Magician: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Night: I'm going big!

(Night the ultimate cause of chaos, Magician wishes they wouldn't lol)

Night: What are you talking about Magician? You love it here! Magician: I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome.

Night: So… what would you do if you were in bed with me? Magician: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Night: Yes. Magician: I'd sleep.

(That moment when I remember that technically this story has the one bed problem... Night is hiding Magician in their room and Magician just wants to sleep... well technically some of it is passing out.)

Magician: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you… Night: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

(More second book dynamic but yes!)

Night: Magician, I sense hostility. Magician: Good, because I hate you.

(Definitely more the first book dynamic)

Night: Magician and I are no longer friends. Magician: NIGHT THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

(Depending on who they're telling the response might be "Wait when did you two even meet!")

Magician: Night, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?! Night: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!

(This made me laugh, I world built that my fae have poison as a spice so maybe Night could really drink that. Magician really needs to be careful about what he eats.)

Night: Hey, Magician. What kind of flowers do you prefer? Magician: I like sunflowers. Night, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

(I love this, Night trying so hard but not really getting how humans do things!)

I'm also working on Magic Act during NaNoWriMo so expect more awkward crush shenanigans and some creepy fae and Night chaos being shared.

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Summary of Antibacterial acne removal products

The formula I have always advocated for acne treatment is "applying ingredients that regulate the keratinization of hair follicle sebaceous gland ducts over a large area in areas prone to acne and pimples (even the entire face) + applying ingredients that inhibit and kill Propionibacterium acnes locally in the acne area". In short, it is "extensive unblocking + local antibacterial".

The components for large-scale unblocking include retinoids, azelaic acid and salicylic acid. This article summarizes the products used for local antibacterial purposes.

Duac/Clindoxyl gel

The compound preparation containing 5% benzoyl peroxide and 1% clindamycin, two first-line antibacterial agents for acne, is more effective for inflammatory acne than 5% benzoyl peroxide. Moreover, in combination with benzoyl peroxide, it can also prevent the occurrence of clindamycin antibiotic resistance. It works very well for inflammatory acne, but it's not easy to buy.

2. Bansai Gel

Compared with Duac/Clinoxyl gel, without the addition of 1% clindamycin, it only contains 5% benzoyl peroxide, which inhibits and kills Propionibacterium acnes by releasing nascent oxygen. It is also a very classic acne-removing product. If you are not tolerant, you can choose short-term contact or peroxybenzoyl lotion.

3. La Roche-Posay DUO+M Lotion

The North American version of DUO Milk contains 5.5% benzoyl peroxide (which has now been recalled and an optimized formula version will be launched), while the non-North American version of DUO+M milk simulates the antibacterial ability of benzoyl peroxide through OCT pyrroxone ethanol ammonium salt + ACNESIUM pomegranate peel extract. It is compounded with the fermentation product APF of the prebiotic mannose and the probiotic Tremella hyacinosa to balance the skin microecology, and 0.8% compound salicylic acid to simulate the keratolytic ability of benzoyl peroxide. Clinical verification has been conducted in comparison with 5% benzoyl peroxide. The effect is no less than that of 5% benzoyl peroxide and it has a very fast acne removal speed. It can be used as a mild alternative to 5% benzoyl peroxide, but it still has a certain degree of irritation.

4. Beast Code Yunneng Acne Essence "Moonlight Essence"

The official claim is to "solve acne during women's menstrual periods", but when the formula is revealed, it is essentially to remove acne through antibacterial ingredients, which is also the classic trick of acid-free acne removal products. Containing the classic antibacterial agent Betapur Bordeaux leaf extract + PIONIN (Piaonin) quaternary ammonium salt -73 And the new antibacterial agent Dendriclear polylysine + ACNESIUM pomegranate peel extract (the same as Lifuquan DUO+M Lotion) is used to precisely inhibit the proliferation of the pathogenic type lA1 of Propionibacterium acnes and the formation of its biofilm. It has almost no irritation and can be tried by any skin type and condition. There are no restrictions on its combination with other acne-removing ingredients, and the acne-removing effect is equally excellent.

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Safe Use of Bleach and Other Disinfectants in Kitchens: What You Need to Know

Maintaining a clean and hygienic kitchen is essential—whether you're running a busy restaurant, managing a food business, or just ensuring a safe environment at home. While bleach and other disinfectants are powerful allies against bacteria, viruses, and mold, using them incorrectly can pose health risks and even damage surfaces. This article explores how to safely and effectively use these products in kitchen spaces.

Why Proper Disinfection Matters in the Kitchen

The kitchen is one of the most sensitive areas when it comes to contamination. Raw food, high humidity, and frequent handling of utensils and surfaces make it a hotspot for cross-contamination. That’s why cleaning isn’t enough—disinfection plays a critical role in eliminating harmful pathogens that regular cleaning can't remove.

Understanding Bleach (Sodium Hypochlorite)

Bleach is widely used in both household and commercial settings due to its strong disinfecting properties. However, it's important to:

Dilute bleach properly: A common recommendation is 1 tablespoon of bleach per gallon of water for general kitchen disinfection.

Never mix bleach with ammonia or acids, as it can create toxic fumes.

Use cold water: Hot water can break down bleach, reducing its effectiveness.

Ventilate the area well to prevent respiratory irritation.

Label and store containers properly to avoid accidental misuse.

Alternatives to Bleach

For those looking for options beyond traditional bleach, there are several EPA-approved disinfectants suitable for kitchen environments. Products containing hydrogen peroxide, quaternary ammonium compounds (quats), or alcohol-based solutions can be effective when used according to manufacturer instructions. Always check if the product is food-safe and suitable for use on kitchen surfaces.

Best Practices for Kitchen Disinfection

Clean before you disinfect: Remove visible dirt and food residue first.

Follow contact times: Disinfectants must remain on surfaces for a certain time (usually 1–10 minutes) to be effective.

Rinse food-contact surfaces: After disinfection, rinse areas like cutting boards and countertops with clean water to prevent chemical residue.

Wear gloves and wash your hands thoroughly after cleaning.

Use color-coded cleaning cloths or disposable wipes to prevent cross-contamination between different zones (e.g., raw food vs. ready-to-eat food areas).

Commercial and Residential Relevance

Whether you're running a commercial kitchen or managing your own household, maintaining high hygiene standards is key. Many businesses trust professionals for this task. For example, cleaning services evanston il often handle kitchen sanitation with strict adherence to safety protocols. In busy urban hubs, companies offering commercial cleaning chicago west loop tailor their services to restaurants, catering facilities, and shared kitchen spaces.

Move-Out and Restaurant Deep Cleaning

Special scenarios like moving out of a residence or deep cleaning a restaurant before reopening demand meticulous disinfection. Services such as move out cleaning hyde park ensure that spaces meet hygiene expectations before new tenants arrive. Similarly, a comprehensive restaurant cleaning oak park il solution can help businesses meet local health codes and provide safe environments for both staff and patrons.

Final Thoughts

Safe use of disinfectants in the kitchen isn’t just about keeping things looking clean—it’s about protecting health. Bleach and other disinfectants are powerful tools, but they must be used responsibly. Whether you’re cleaning at home or running a food establishment, always follow best practices and consider professional support when needed.