#fuchsin

[sansmeanswithout]

i made a swatchling oc

They hang out with the Rebel Plug Boy who i have named Jon

They're named Fuchsin and they have an acid attack. Ya know normal bird things.

Inspirations are the color magenta, magenta technically not existing, Color out of space, Toxic Birds (pitohui, ifrita, European quail, spur-winged goose, hoopoes, bronzewing pigeon, red warbler)

while I was trying to figure out a name I learned about a bunch of chemistry that relates to the color magenta. So inspiration also comes from these.

C20H17N3Na2O9S3 is Acid fuchsin an acidic magenta dye

C20H19N3·HCl is a magenta dye called Fuchsine which is used to make acid fuchsin

C21H22ClN3 known as Magenta II is a coloring agent that is listed as being an irritant and a health hazard

CaCr2+Si4O10 a magenta pigment developed by Mas Subramanian that's inspired by lunar mineralogy and ancient Egyptian chemistry

[celestialtrolls]

today i am thinking about his imperious malignancy but it's always conflicting for me because that kind of thing is the one bit of my sandbox that very much clashes with everyone else's and so i normally keep buried

but i am thinking about him. all goddamn 10'2" of that bastard motherfucker and the people around him

[terkaterr]

tell me a funfact about magenta

the name "magenta" comes from the place in Italy of the same name! there was a big battle there in the 19th century, and during that time fuchsine -a pink-red salt solution- was commonly used as an antiseptic! so people started to refer to this type of color as "magenta" after that event

[communist-ojou-sama]

Any idea why fuschia/fuchsine is called 品红 in chinese? 品 is almost always a suffix, in which case it means "goods" or "products". I tried looking up chemical notation in chinese and 品 doesn't show up at all. The name is a bit confusing

So I'm not exactly an expert on chinese color terms but going by this answer on Baidu it seems like the word 品红 is to this day often used interchangeably with 洋红 (magenta), which along with 洋蓝 and 洋绿 referred to the first chemical dyes that were introduced from Europe after the Opium Wars (hence the 洋 meaning "foreign") and that the term 品红 likely came about in reference to a specific shade of red (presumably fuschia) found in hard-to-get western cosmetics

[bluvayii]

Ryder!!! :DD

An irken created using the DNA of Irk’s finest scientists, Membrane and Jaq. Older brother to Dib and Gaz. Tallest Zim’s husband/partner. Guardian of the Sound Soul Stone and ambassador for Orbita.

Ryder was cloned on Irk at the same time as Zim. He’s been in Zim’s life from the beginning. A childhood friendship that bloomed into a teenage romance when the two were sent on their first mission to Earth where they met Dib. Their next mission given to them after returning from Earth was Orbita. Unfortunately, they crash landed on it which led to the reconstruction of their PAKs and losing contact with Irk.

On the bright side, Ryder met Jaque. His other father. It took a while for Jaque to remember who Ryder was because he was banished from Irk and had his memory wiped after trying to “kidnap” his son as a smeet.

Ryder made a new life for himself on Irk, as did Zim. Ryder began work as a biochemist until he was befriended by a cat hybrid of short stature but a remarkably bubbly personality and high intelligence named Rose. That’s how he became integrated with the OG9 crew and started working alongside Rose in the Care Center (hospital basically). Soon, he became part of the OG9 team thanks to his experiences with space. It helped him become the ambassador for Orbita’s council that he helps Tatiana manage. Eventually, he became the Sound Guardian and helps to protect Orbita from Fuchsin.

Having been introduced to Earth and Orbita’s cultures and rituals around love, the two decided to get married. Their union is symbolized by their colored diamonds they clipped to their antenna.

In the far future, after the deaths of the OG9, Ryder and Zim return to Irk where Zim’s crowned Tallest and Ryder takes a job as a science professor.

Ryder and Zim have 5 kids. Their two SIR Units, GIR and HEX(al). Mothy, the smeet they cloned when they were 18. And their twins, Dewie and Pixie, that Ryder had after they moved back to Irk.

Ryder’s abilities include magical object condensing (think Steven’s shield or hexagonal walls from SU), sonokinesis, and terrakinesis.

Ryder is an organized and insanely smart fella. That’s how he was created after all. But, he is anxious and struggles with his physical appearance being unnatural because of ancient irken gene he was born with. His views on himself have improved a little thanks to Zim and Rose. On the flipside, Ryder’s soft with how he expresses affection and appreciation. He’s quieter about it.

[bedrock-to-buildheight]

E. Coli and coliform bacteria activities liberate fuchsin from the fuchsin-sulfite compound in the ENDO agar, the fuchsin then colours the colonies red. In the case of E. Coli, the reaction is so intense that the fuchsin crystallizes out giving the colonies a permanent greenish metallic sheen (fuchsin sheen)

(text paraphrased from Merck Microbiology Manual 12th Edition, on ENDO agar)

Or, I cleaned up some expired petri dishes today

[wikipediapictures]

Bacillus anthracis

“Photomicrograph of Bacillus anthracis from an agar culture demonstrating spores; Fuchsin-methylene blue spore stain.” - via Wikimedia Commons

[bill-ciphers-nightmare-blog]

Say the f word it would be so funny

FFFFFFFUNDOSCOPIC. HUH? FUULCHRONOGRAPH. WHY CAN’T I- FUCHSIN!!

FORGET IT.

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 360: That was Then, This is Now, p12

What remained of the upstairs apartment door swings open and crashes into the wall with a sharp >bang< as the two Others enter, say hello to the two receptionists who are with him.

“Bianca, Sammi hi he-“

“Crikey Aubs what the fuck?”

“Y-yeah someone broke in and-”

“And Jesus are you leaking?”

“N-no, uh, that’s just his, uh-”

“Thanks Aubrey we’ll take it from here.”

“b-but-“

“It’s okay, really.”

“Yeah, Olivia sent us. So piss off.”

“She wanted us to come up and take care of him…”

Lights are flickering overhead.

“We’ve got tits, too. See?”

“…and she’s the boss, right?”

The red haired woman’s voice is full of something powerful.

“R-right.”

“You should probably go too, Nadia.”

“Right.”

Two young women exit, leaving two behind with him. A door closes. 

They crouch down, one on either side. They study his face, his eyes moving in dream behind half-closed lids. The redhead reaches out, holds them open, gazes deep into him….

“Do you see what’s happening in there?”

“It’s, like, some kind of wonky protective charm.”

“Yep. But we can fix that.”

The redhead’s two hands go to his temples. Lights flicker anew as she begins to tap his skull with her fingernails: <clickety-clickety-click> The whites of his eyes change color as something fuchsin runs through their veins. 

"You saw what was happening in there? That was then. Let’s show him now."

“Haha bonkers. But Emily said-“

“Shut up. Now give him a kiss...”

…

I felt an immediate chill. The room, everything around me suddenly felt strange, a little different, certainly a little colder as my front desk girl, Aubrey, abruptly released me from her comforting embrace. I blushed, having just been held to her full young bosom, and noticed that the shadows in the office seemed deeper, and longer. Static crackled over the big band tunes coming from my new RCA desktop radio, and I saw there was a crack in one of my office windows…and it was growing. The girls, my medical assistants, had checked me out, making sure I hadn’t hurt myself moving that vending machine. Now that I think about it, how on earth had I done that? 

Lakshmi, Josie, Amelia - and is that Marisela? She’s wearing so much makeup - surrounded me. Someone was pouring me a whisky from my servette and another was now playing with the radio unit, changing channels, looking for the news. 

Something was about to happen.  Knock knock sweetie..! called a familiar voice from the door. Bodies around me shifted, away, and I looked to see-

Melissa!

Haha w-wow look at you! I said from behind the small crowd of women, someone less assured than I would have blushed from hearing the shaking in my voice. I was sure it was nothing to worry about. Always dressed to the nines for the office, Melissa naturally drew all eyes to her. She took my breath away, actually. You look like the b-bee’s knees! I said. 

Oh thank you sweetie! she sang, feigning a blush at my compliment as she stood in the doorway of the room. My girlfriend - how long had we been seeing one another? - was a real looker. A tall drink of water, for sure - almost as tall as me! And the figure on her? The knockers and those gams? Wow! She wore high heels and had my coffee, my morning joe, steaming hot and hopefully just as I liked it: black! 

She came in, the <click-clack-click> of her high heels echoing strangely loud, staccato against the new linoleum of my office floor. Is that a new dress, doll? I asked as I stood for the lady, obviously impressed with her appearance. Who wouldn’t be? 

<clickety-click-click> Really loud. Weird. When she reached me we were eye-to-eye; in fact haha in those heels she was a bit taller. You look like a m-million bucks. 

Take a picture, dreamboat, she purred in a private whisper, reaching to straighten my tie, her sparkling eyes on mine and a curl to her smile, it’ll last longer. 

I couldn’t help it, my eyes dropped down to her tits. Cleavage bulged above the neckline of her blue, polka-dot dress and I got a whiff of her Chanel N-…Huh. No…was she wearing something new? Whatever it was, the flowery scent gave me an immediate boner! That, and it reminded me of, wow, what we’d been doing in bed together recently. Those words she’d started using with me when we were alone, in the dark: ‘good boy’, ‘my little man’, ‘mama’s baby’…

Wow, she was really sumpthin’ else...

Eyes up here, tiger, she giggled softly, and took a step back to let me watch her set her shoulders, making sure to keep my interest. Here’s your coffee, boss, she continued, interrupting my reverie and sudden lapse of composure. Now the whole room was watching us. I put a little milk in it this morning for you, to help the tummy, she told me.

Oh, um, thanks, I replied, looking around awkwardly as the girls around me giggled. Something strange was happening.

Now, I heard something about you being very brave. Is that right? Melissa cooed, taking a step forward back towards me. Instinctively, for some reason, I took a step back.

Oh yes, Marisela chimed in, an acerbic edge to her voice I hadn’t heard earlier, You should have seen it. Dr. Jay pulled a vending machine right off of Mr. Kowalczyk. Had Marisela always been this <gulp> busty? Her black blouse had…wow, someone should tell her…popped a button. Or maybe three...

He was brave, very brave, Lakshmi cooed. Oh my gosh the way she swung her hips.

You would have been so proud, chimed in Josie.

Oh I am proud, I am so proud of our big, strong man, Melissa crowed indulgently, our brave boy.

Our knight in shining armor! Aubrey offered.  So brave, Lakshmi cooed.

The girls crept closer to me, surrounding me from all sides. They were praising me, but it didn't feel like praise. It felt like…something else.

So fucking brave, drawled Amelia.

This was weird, right? Something was slipping away from me, and it felt like my authority. I was the man here! I had to take control! And I couldn’t let that lapse in office propriety go. 

P-Please watch your language? I spoke to Amelia, wincing when I heard my voice crack, unsettled by the lack of conviction I heard in it. Amelia’s breasts seemed larger as well, larger than I remembered. Looking at them made me feel somehow smaller, and like I shouldn’t have dared to discipline her. 

Her long nails began to tap in rhythm on the desk. <clickety-clickety-click> <clickety-clickety-click>

Melissa had stepped up to me, and now grabbed me by the tie. She pulled me in for a kiss - wow, what a kiss! - that sent electric shocks all the way down to my toes. It even made the lights in the room hum and flicker! My eyes rolled in my head as her tongue took over my mouth. Someone had made sure my desk chair was right behind me and good thing because when Melissa released me my legs gave out and I fell backwards into it. 

The girls had begun to clap, again. <clap clap clap!> Why? What?

<clap clap clap!>

From my chair I looked up at Melissa.

Do I look taller from down there? she asked. 

Wh-what?

<clickety-clickety-click>

I know you like tall girls, she pressed, and I asked: do I look taller from way…down…there?

She inched forward a bit, peering down her nose at me. She’d begun to take hold of the hem of her short skirt. S-something strange was happening.

<clap clap clap!>

<clickety-clickety-click!>

Taller? Melissa continued, Bigger?

<clap clap clap!> wh-where is that coming from?

She began to turn around…

Let me show you how big I’ve gotten, sweetie, she purred, slowly lifting her skirts and bending over at the waist, how big I am now, back here…

M-Melissa w-w-wait! I sputtered, what are you d-???

My voice froze and I gasped as it came into view. Fucking Jesus Christ what’s happened?!? It was huge!

<clap clap clap clap clap clap>

<clickety-clickety-click>

I heard Melissa giggle and she put her hands down on the desk, cocked her mountainous hips up, towards me. Her frilly skirt was bundled about her waist. She was not wearing panties. 

Stand up. Show us how much of a man you are. 

<clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap…>

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[mourningcandles]

Moth-Winged

For @fallenlondonficswap's secret-swap, a much-delayed but much-loved story for @the-dye-stained-socialite. I hope you enjoy.

For the first Hallowmas in many, the Pavillion of Butterflies has not appeared in that quiet park in Elderwick. As the festivities end, Elias Leroux reminisces on a Hallowmas past and a chance meeting within the mirror-bright walls of a glasshouse long-gone.

Rated T . No warnings apply. Gen. POV second person. 1,295 words.

The garlands are unwound from the spokes of your wheelchair. The silk scarf which obscured its heart-shaped back is tucked away in your wardrobe once more, saved for another evening. And your mask… that you wrap in white crepe paper and tuck away for another year. It may not last, for masks are fragile things, but you try all the same.

This year was the first in some years that you have not worn the mask of the moth to the revels. That was the visage you wore on your first Hallowmas, that year when you were thrown headlong into the strange world beneath the one you once knew. There was something about Hallowmas drew you in: the strange new lovers and the old ones in disguise, the wild laughter, the world opened up to you so unexpectedly. Perhaps, hidden behind that mask of gant wings, you became one with the shadows, safe from the tricks and troubles of the season. The horrors passed you by and the wonders, oh what wonders, were yours to see.

Yes, that was how it had been, in a Hallowmas long-gone.

You were younger then, though not by much. You had seen less, won less, and your beloved first wheelchair was still in one piece. A less finely carved piece, but you couldn’t complain. You had been more accustomed to how it handled than your new one, making you a marginally better dancer. There would be dancing. There would be debauchery. There would be a little bit of everything, if one knew where to look.

The Blue-Eyed Moth led you north to Elderwick, where the socialites flocked for salons with the celebrated few. There, the Pavilion of Butterflies shimmered before you. Candlelight flickered off silver plates, leading moths big and small in a dizzy dance about the maze of Surface foliage which suffused the glasshouse. High above it all, upon her throne of wings, sat the Queen of Air and Darkness. She was your hostess, in a way. You ought to greet her. If only you could find the lift up to the balcony, if such a thing existed at all.

The glasshouse was a labyrinth. While the candles illuminated, the view through the throng was obscured by coiled fronds of ferns, clouds of pollen, spores, and mist from pipes far above. The vibrant colors of Surface blooms and silks dizzied the mind, such that you could only make sense of the scene before you by taking it in one segment at a time. To one side were the walkways through the foliage, where masked faces appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Nearby were attendants handing out drinks and pamphlets. Maps, perhaps? Beyond that, a small group seemed to walk hand-in-hand upon the air. A chorus of laughter erupted as one startled upon catching a glimpse of the Masque far below the floor of glass and steel.

There: A maze of ramps arced upwards, each one framing the balcony below like the whiplash lines about an art nouveau fashion plate. They say that the Pavilion represents the Neath, that every facet of London is reflected within its panes. You could see it before you. Each landing held a shadow box view of high society: A handsome couple, arms outstretched to receive kisses from admirers and champagne from attendants. Above, gossiping amid mirrors, stood a set of society youths in masks of mauvine, fuchsine, aldehyde green, bright aniline dyes to burn the eyes. At the highest point, just below the arched glass roof, sat the Queen of Air and Darkness. Moth-masked courtiers raised their cups to her, content to bask in her glory. Upwards you climbed, taking the steep, steady path towards the Queen’s shimmering court.

It was not long before you found yourself lost. While it had seemed simple from below, more balconies seemed to appear where none should have been. It was upon one of these that you met a travelling companion. He was a Well-Attired Tomb-Colonist, his bandaged face glancing between a pamphlet and the dizzying view below.

When he caught you staring, he smiled, nothing but a slight shifting of the wrappings which hid him from view. “I’m hunting butterflies,” he said by way of explanation. With unsteady hands, he passed you the paper.

To your great delight, it was a guidebook on the butterflies and moths of the Pavilion.

“I was given binoculars,” he said, gesturing to the set tucked in his dinner jacket, “but my eyes aren’t quite what they used to be. With or without, I can’t seem to see a thing unless it’s right in front of me. I suppose you might make better use of these things.”

You took the binoculars and offered him the pamphlet. “I believe we might be able to help one another. If you consult the guidebook while I keep an eye on the moths, we might be able to identify these species more accurately than we would alone. Don’t you agree?”

The Well-Attired Tomb-Colonist reached out and accepted the guidebook with a bow. “I would be delighted.”

Together you sighted a vast array of winged insects, as well as spotting some which were suspiciously absent from the guidebook your host had provided. They were of a scarlet deeper than anything you had ever seen.

“I suppose it was the mystery which drew me here tonight,” you remarked. “The illusions played upon the eye and the secrets they hide… Every photographer knows how to alter an image after it’s taken. Only a magician can create such illusions in the moment. And you?”

The Tomb-Colonist gave a noncommittal gesture. “The Saint Elmo doesn’t call to me,” the dead man said. “I shall not die my last death in some dockside brawl. No, I shall be amid the moths.”

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

He gave no reply, only followed your gaze to where a pale moth alighted upon his arm and sighed. Behind his mask, he closed his eyes with the weariness of a life long-lived. “The Queen awaits. Will you come with me?”

You had gone with him to the highest point of the glasshouse. You had seen the Queen of Air and Darkness, her mask white-winged and covered in eyes greener than green. And what had you seen next? Secrets to make the mind reel, absinthe to make vision blur, and dancing to send your heart soaring. And… modern art?

When you returned to your lodgings that night, you found that the skirts of your gown had been stained red where your hands had brushed them. You fretted none, as there is no stain a chemist cannot remove if given the time. The rest of the night had been spent amid the tools of your work, your fine silk skirt rustling softly in your hands. It had taken pepsin of all things to remove the stain. Lukewarm soap did nothing, neither did ammonia or benzine. It was not wine, nor ink, nor paint. It had been blood.

A fleck of it remains on the yellowing guidebook to the moths of a glasshouse long-gone. Perhaps there was something you had taken for granted about Hallowmas: It is one of the few times of the year during which you were not the only one who wears a mask. For every thing discovered, there is another hidden. For every illusion, there is a trick and a truth. Perhaps someday you shall find it. Or perhaps, before those wings of gant, what you seek shall always fade away right before you can truly see it. Either way, there will always be dancing, debauchery, and you, right in the middle of it all. With that pleasant thought, you close the box, setting it aside until Hallowmas calls once more.

[xin-bloomx]

the beauty of microscopy V

hoya carnosa

sclerenchym

fuchsine-safranin-astra blue dye

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[sansmeanswithout]

My funny little deltarune ocs

I love them I have figured out pronouns

Dekyll is a boombox thingy and uses he/they/it and neo pronouns

Throne is a computer angel pin and uses it/they and seraphself

Kata is a stolen car radio and uses it/it's wave/waveself

Wen is an Ambyu-Lance and uses they/them

Forx is a plugboy and uses she/her

Knave is a werewire and uses it/it's stripe/stripey/stripeself

Vul is a virovirokun and uses they/them script/scripts/scriptself and kidcore based neo pronouns

Fuchsin is a swatchling and is referred to by name or magen/magenta/magentaself and eldritch inspired neo pronouns especially ones related to the story color out of space

[celestialtrolls]

also gripping malignant with you tell us more <3

UM UM UH UM.

So -> His Imperious Malignancy is the current Grand Emperor of my Alternia universe, he lives on Alternia in a floating castle + gardens called the Palace of Fuchsine which I have a little bit of information about on this page

He defeated the previous Empress/Ruler in combat thousands of sweeps ago and has ruled since (whether this was meant to be the Condesce or not i actually haven't really decided). Other tyrians/fuchsias are allowed to exist but older adults usually get sent to rule other colonies and younger adults usually end up ruling specific regions of planets, both on Alternia and colony worlds

He's had several direct descendants but his current one is Malzya, who is currently now living in the Palace and being raised specifically to be capable of taking over, but Jarobexx still feels like he's young enough that he's got plenty of time before he actually can't rule anymore, so he's still willing to throw away anyone that disappoints him

He accepts all heir challengers who aren't happy with just having colonies/regions to rule though :) they can come to the city that's at the top of the space elevator coming out of the palace of fuchsine where they have a nice arena where any challenges will be televised for entertainment and to remind people that HIM is still very capable :> that's what happened to Soluci's ancestor.

also this guy and his weapon being a 2xspear is the reason that i use this symbol instead of the fork for the fleet:

on the other hand

-> The Malignant is not Grand Emperor but rose through the ranks of the fleet extremely fast, so fast that the ruler saw it as a threat and specifically banished. i mean. required him to rule over a distant solar system with valuable resources and many threats, as "only he would be capable of keeping it under alternian control".

he accepted, knowing 100% why he was being sent to do it, but also being arrogant enough to believe that if anyone lesser was sent then they would lose control of that space and he believed that keeping access to the resources was valuable to him too. he just also thought he would be able to secure the system and then return to challenge the ruler properly but. he hasn't been able to.

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 220

Adjective: Magenta

Noun: Void

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Magenta: red-purple in color; possessing a light purplish red that is one of the primary subtractive colors, complementary to green; colored by the dye fuchsin

Void: a completely empty space; an unfilled space in a wall, building, or other structure; an emptiness caused by the loss of something; (in bridge and whist) a suit in which a player is dealt no cards

[mydonkeyfeet]

Art conservator here! I did part of my master's degree on Perkin's mauve dye (which he named mauveine) and it's a violet purple, not quite so magenta as that first dress pic. I got to do chemical analysis on an actual 1856 sample of the dye! And the sample I dissolved and painted out on paper most resembled Pantone 266, which apparently translates to hex #7329b0. Mauveine is significant because it was THE FIRST synthetic dye ever made.

And it was actually quite fade-resistant! Much moreso than natural dyes. People in the 1920s would have known about their grandmothers' super bright colors, because those dresses were still folded up in the attic or still in scraps in patchwork quilts, and their grannies were right there to tell them (just like my 2020s niece recently tried on some 1960s dresses that belongd to my mom). And the word magenta has kept its meaning, even though it was also an aniline dye of the same era (and might be the dye in that first dress, aka fuchsine). So I don't know why the word mauve came to mean a muddy pale color, but I don't think it's because later generations were ignorant about historic dye colors. Apparently the color name "mauve taupe" was first used in 1925 for a muddy purple, so maybe that was the start of the shift.

PS, mauve is named for the French word for the mallow flower (probably this one, Malva sylvestris). I love it.

FWIW, "mauve" was one of the coal-tar dyes developed in the mid-19th century that made eye-wateringly bright clothing fashionable for a few decades.

It was an eye-popping magenta purple

HOWEVER, like most aniline dyes, it faded badly, to a washed-out blue-grey ...

...which was the color ignorant youngsters in the 1920s associated with “mauve”.

(This dress is labeled "mauve" as it is the color the above becomes after fading).

They colored their vision of the past with washed-out pastels that were NOTHING like the eye-popping electric shades the mid-Victorians loved. This 1926 fashion history book by Paul di Giafferi paints a hugely distorted, I would say dishonest picture of the past.

Ever since then this faded bluish lavender and not the original electric eye-watering hot pink-purple is the color associated with the word “mauve”.

[midseo]

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