#help I thought this was hyperpigmentation

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

My baby, my baby… pt.2!

Summary: Leon is a man pushing 40 and you’re a girl in her early 20s. You confessed your feelings but things went south.

Warning: age gap. literally any older version of Leon. reader is young. female reader. smut. mentions of alcohol. unprotected sex. praise. fem receiving. gentle sex. CONSENTED. angst with happy ending?

a/n: I just ate buldak ramen and my asshole is so clenched rn. oh god wtf ts is not for the weak

(pt.1) (pt.2)

“You’re my baby, say it to me” - Mitski, I Bet On Losing Dogs

Days have passed since that kiss you shared with Leon. And it’s been hell. All you could think about was his touch, his cologne, his eyes… you fell hard for a man who could be your dad. And so here you were, drinking in your studio flat. You walked towards the nearest convenience store to buy the cheapest thing you could afford. Alcohol is alcohol, you thought. It all has the same effect in the end.

You were lying on your couch, drunk out of your mind. Crying and sobbing as you listened to Mitski and some other depressing artist you were so sure your neighbors could hear you but you didn’t care. What you assumed was the love of your life turned cold towards you. And you loathed that feeling. All you wanted was to be in his arms again. To feel those muscly arms hug around you as his soft voice whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

You really shouldn’t be trusted with alcohol and a cellphone because you made the mistake of texting Leon.

Leon was confused when he received a spam of messages at 2 in the morning. Who is their goddamn mind is still awake at this hour. Lo and behold, your name popped up on his screen. He let out a sigh as he clicked on the chat and began to read.

“I miiiiiissss uuuuu”

“pls, I need u :(“

“y r u ignoring me?”

“I thinkI committer tax wvasion”

Okay the last text made him worried. He knew something was up so he straight up just called you.

The phone rang in your hand and your eyes bulged out of their sockets, not literally. Your breathing quickened and you felt nervous. But you still answered, you put the phone on your ear and you swore you almost died from how hot and hoarse his voice sounded.

“Y/n…?” He spoke through the phone, his voice laced with sleepiness as he just woke up. If you weren’t wet, now you were.

“Leooooon, hi” you slurred. You mentally slapped yourself for sounding so stupid.

Leon sighed heavily as he heard your voice, “Y/n, you’re drunk. Where are you?” You could hear the sounds of rustling in the back as he got dressed and got his keys ready.

“Huh? Oh- uh… I’m at home,” you mumbled as your face grew hot.

“Text me your address,” he demanded in a serious but gentle tone as he hung up. And you couldn’t help but oblige. You sent him your address and waited patiently for him to come knocking at your door.

You fixed your hair and tried to look presentable even after crying all day. Your face was swollen and your eyes were red. So you went to your bathroom and washed your face, hoping the hyperpigmentation would disappear.

You rushed to your front door as you heard knocking. When you opened the door, Leon stood there looking godly. He was wearing grey joggers and a loose shirt. His hair was neat, given that his hair is straight as a door.

“Can I come in?” Leon asked after you stood there, staring at him in silence for a good two minutes. You mumbled a quiet sorry and stepped to the side to let him in.

When he stepped inside, he immediately spotted the bottles lying about on the coffee table. He let out a deep sigh through his nose and began to clean up your place. You quickly followed behind him and tried to stop him.

“Wait, Leon- I can do it,” you said as you took hold of Leon’s arm. He turned around and gave you a stern look. “Sit,” he commanded as he nodded his head towards the couch.

You wanted to argue, you really did but the way his voice seemed to have reached your head and pussy made you unconsciously walk over to your couch. You sat on it and watched as Leon cleaned your apartment, because that’s what coworkers do, right?

Once Leon was done with getting rid of the bottles, he turned to you and began to check your temperature. To be honest, you felt sober now that he was here.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a soft tone as he put his hand on your forehead. “Checking to see if you have a fever, do you feel drunk?”

You shook your head no, “No, I feel fine.”

Leon sighed and took his hand away from your forehead before settling down next to you. “Why did you text me?” He asked softly. You shifted in your seat as you tried to come up with a good excuse, “I was drunk,” you muttered.

He gave you a skeptical look, he wasn’t easy to fool, “Y/n, I know when you’re lying. Let me ask you again, why did you text me?”

You swallowed hard and focused your gaze in your hands in your lap, “I miss you…” you began slowly and quietly, almost scared to start crying, “I wanted to hear from you again. I wanted you.”

His eyes softened but he maintained his face composed. “Y/n…”

“I know what you’re going to say-“ you began, “That I’m too young and naive for you. But I really cannot help these feelings I have for you…”

Leon sat there looking at you in silence as your words settled in his head. He didn’t know how to tell you he felt the same. He inhaled sharply brought his hand to your chin and gently turned your head to look at him,

“My heart aches for you, my mind yearns for you all the time…”

He whispered softly, “I tried so hard to ignore you, to forget you. But you always manage to make me feel these things for you.”

You sat there, shocked at him. Is that how he felt? Did he actually feel the same way as you?

Leon noticed your shocked face and leaned down to kiss you softly. His lips tender against yours, a kiss so sweet yet full of love. When he parted his lips from yours, he stared down into your eyes with a gentle look.

“Leon, I…” Your voice was just above a whisper, “is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Leon nodded at your words. He’s been avoiding you because he also loved you, the only difference is that he was scared.

You kissed him back, a little bit harder than when he kissed you but he didn’t mind. He moved his hand to the back of your head and pressed you against him, his tongue glossed over your lips and forced his way inside your mouth. His tongue swirled around against your tongue and moaned at the sensation of your hands moving towards his chiseled chest.

He gently laid your back down against the couch, your head resting on the armrest as he parted your legs with his knee and settled himself between your legs, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. He continued kissing you, moving from the ends of your lips to your jaw as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His lips settled down to your neck and began to suck at each spot, leaving hickeys where he wanted. You wrapped your hands around his hair and intertwined your fingers with his hair. You moaned as you felt him find your sweet spot. He smiled against your skin and began to sink his teeth a little bit, not too much so it wouldn’t hurt you. He continued sucking, lewd sounds being heard in the living room.

He moved on to the other side of your neck and repeated the same pattern.

Hickey, hickey, bite. Hickey, hickey, bite.

Your hand tugged at his hair as you moaned and squirmed under him. He pulled back from your neck and you whined in response. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he admired the masterpiece under him, “so perfect…” he muttered under his breath as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You’re so perfect, dear,” he whispered as he kissed you once again and let his hands travel under your shirt and caressed your waist and stomach. You let out a breathy moan as your hands explored his chest and shoulders.

He parted from the kiss and laid his forehead against yours as his hands held your waist gently. You stared up at his eyes and admired his features.

“Y/n…do you want this?” He whispered as he looked down at your eyes, trying to read your answer. You nodded, “I do.”

He smiled softly, “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he slowly sat you up to take off your shirt. He pulled the fabric over your head and threw it on the floor. His eyes immediately went to your chest and he gently pushed you down the couch again. His mouth kissed to clavicle and collarbone before kissing the top of your left breast while his hands worked their behind your back and unclasped your bra with ease. He pulled your bra down your shoulders and torso slowly and threw it towards somewhere on the floor.

He pulled back and stared at your breasts, his hands sliding up to hold and massage your breasts in his hands. He leaned to kiss and suck one while his hand groped the other. His thumb and index finger tugging and playing with your hardened nipple as he swirled his tongue in the breasts he was sucking and kissing on. You arched your back and moaned softly. Rolling your head back against the armrest as his mouth worked wonders on your chest. God you tasted so sweet, your skin was soft and sugary. But he wouldn’t say that out loud, he’d hate for you to think he’s a cannibal. He just loved the way your skin tasted and loved the way your body smelled. It only aroused him more.

The bulge in his pants growing bigger against the constraints of the fabric pressed against your inner thigh. You felt his crotch rub against you and it only made you water down at your folds. “Leon…” you moaned out.

He pulled back from your breast, the cold air from the absence of his warm mouth hitting your nipple, causing you to shiver slightly.

“What is it, princess?” He mumbled softly as he caressed his hands down your waist.

“I need more…” you breathed out as you tried to move against his bulge. He held you down by your hips and whispered in your ear, “Patience, I want to treat you right.”

He kissed your lips, your neck, your check and down your stomach before kissing the hem of your shorts. His fingers hooking on them as he slowly pulled them down your legs. He stared down at your panties and saw the wet spot in between your legs, he couldn’t help but smirk as he knew you wanted him too.

He removed your panties gently, watching as the slick of your cunt reluctantly let go of the fabric that separated him and your pussy. He pushed himself between your legs, slowly blowing cold air at your clit and watched as you gripped on the cushions of the couch. He brought his fingers down your folds and slowly dragged them up and down, not entering your eager entrance yet. With one hand, he held your hips down and the other began to gently roll your clit among his rough fingers. He leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, sucking at them just how he sucked on your neck. He made sure you were left marked with his hickeys. Moans and whimpers escaped your mouth as he kept circling your clit until he finally dragged his tongue down your folds. You shuddered in pure delight and closed your eyes in bliss. He moaned as he tasted you, god you tasted even better. He couldn’t help but eat you out like he’s been starving for days.

His tongue delved deep inside your pink walls, swirling his tongue and sucking as much as he could, he pulled his hand away from your clit and held your thighs down so you wouldn’t squish his head. The squelching sounds of him eating your pussy were enough to keep you turned on, it didn’t help that his nose would occasionally bump against your lip and his stubble would crash against your skin, ignoring a fire within your stomach.

Your breathing became more jagged as your walls pulsated around his tongue, he groaned against your cunt. You arched your back and gripped on his hair, pulling him closer to your cunt as he fucked his tongue inside you. He knew you were close to release and he let you cum all over his face. Your moan came out in a high pitched breath as you bucked your hips against his face, riding it as he lapped his tongue to capture your juices. Making sure no drop fell to waste.

He pulled back from your cunt as you panted, your body sweaty and glistening under the shitty lights of your apartment. He slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled down his underwear and let his hardened lengths bounce to his stomach, hitting it with a smack ‘thwack.’

Your eyes widened at his size. The tip was pink and leaned towards the right by a little bit. A being visibly protruding slightly as pre-cum slid down to his base. You were salivating at the sight. He chuckled and caressed your cheek, “Say yellow to stop,” he whispered before his kissed you softly on the lips. You nodded and allowed him to spread your legs just a little bit for a part. He didn’t want to hurt you so he slowly aligned the tip on your entrance and very gently pushed himself inside you. You shifted uncomfortably but also in pleasure. His thick size slowly got swallowed by your walls and his eyes shimmered as he saw you taking him in fully. He was impressed but also felt like he had to be more gentle so you’d grow used to his size.

He pushed until he connected his pelvis against your hip, he looked down at you to make sure you were still on board. He saw the way your mouth was slightly parted as your eyes were tightly shut. “Are you okay?” He whispered as his hands massaged the fat of your hips. You opened your eyes and nodded, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He took that to his heart and slowly began to thrust in and out of you. Not fully pulling out as he still wanted to be gentle with you.

Once he saw that you were enjoying his thrusts, he began to go faster. His hips clashing against yours, the sound of his balls clashing against your ass echoing through your living room. He brought his hands up to your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. A gesture that meant he was here for you and only you. He grunted and groaned as he squeezed your hands from how crazy your pussy was driving him.

You moaned and whimpered as you felt your second orgasm was on its way. The fire in your lower stomach getting hotter and hotter as your walls clenched around his cock. He shuddered softly as the feeling and cursed under his breath at how well your body felt against him. He whispered sweet praises to help you reach your orgasm, knowing that you may be feeling a little overstimulated. “That’s it, baby, come down on me” “You’re doing so well” “You feel so good, princess”

And it worked. You arched your back, your chest coming into contact with his chest as your cunts gripped and clenched on his cock. Milking him until he felt his orgasm coming as well. But he wouldn’t cum inside of you. He knew better for his princess.

He pulled out and shot his cum on your stomach, his moaned coming out in a husky and low tone. He panted as he stayed there for a moment, while you tried to catch your breath. He got off you and grabbed a tissue from nearby and cleaned your stomach. He then moved down to your legs and cleaned there as well. His touch so gentle, knowing you were still sensitive from him. Once he discarded the dirty tissue, he turned his head up to look at you. You looked so beautiful. He leaned up to kiss you on the lips and smiled softly.

“Let’s run you a bathe, okay?” He whispered and swiftly picked you up bridal style. He walked towards the bathroom and closed the door.

Needless to say, this man is the king of aftercare. After he bathed you, he walked you to your bed and laid you down. Oh and the grown man also loves cuddles, so the two of cuddled to sleep.

[certifiedsexed]

Hello! Hope you're having a good day, I have butthole questions!

Is it normal for a white person to have a super duper dark hole? The skin around it is many times darker than the rest of my body, I don't know what people's body look like so I was wondering if it was common or a sign that maybe something is wrong? (I know it was clean btw I had just showered before hand).

There's a small rounded depression further up my butt I almost thought it was a second butthole, it isn't, do you know what that could be? It doesn't lead anywhere, it really is only a tiny very shallow depression sort of thing but that surprised me! That's it, thanks for helping everyone out with your blog!!

Hi! That's so sweet of you, thanks, you too! Lemme see if I can hand off some butthole answers.

Yep. Just like its normal for some white people to have vulvas with much darker color than the rest of their skin. It's just a natural variation! I think it's called hyperpigmentation and there's an absurd amount of stigma around it in certain places because of antiBlackness, believe it or not but there's genuinely nothing wrong with it. But it's generally not a sign of anything (at least, not in relation to your ass.). If you're feeling pain or bleeding, it could be connected to tearing or infection, etc but if you're not, it's just a natural variation or skin color and that's absolutely healthy and fine.

That might just be a dimple! Sometimes you have dimples on your butt, especially depending on your weight and how it distributes. It could also be a cyst (pilonidal) but I'd say its definitely more probable that it's a dimple.

Also, that's so sweet, I'm glad to be able to help! Lemme know if you have any other questions. <3

[chaaistained]

how would you say you’re different from yourself in your better cr? is it something specific you scripted or anything like confidence and such? I find it so interesting!!

honestly i’m not That different, i think, rather, the world is different and in a sense, it accommodates me and others like me better

major changes include some small physical adjustments — no hyperpigmentation, a nicer nose, no dark circles, no allergies or eczema, no scars left from my knee surgery, a steady weight that stops being so fluctuating, a little taller, more fit

i still look like me but . better

plus dealing w body dysmorphia means that i finally look how i FEEL which helps

other things that are different are just my skills — i can already write, sing and dance in this reality, so all i did was keep those skills and just enhance them, i added skills in sketching/drawing, photography, cooking, driving, sports — most are things that i can do here but not well

finally i just didn’t really want to change too much of me? i like me, i like who i am and how i am, i love my personality? i know i’m not for everyone and i’m learning every single day to be okay with that

but that being said, i like to script that those who i interact with, perceive me in a way i would want to be perceived

i’m not controlling their perception of me, i don’t even want to script their exact thoughts and feelings towards me, nor do i want to script their exact reception of my personality

i don’t want to control the specifics of how i’m perceived

i just want to have the assurance that whatever they think of me, it is something that i align with and am okay with

idk if that made sense T^T

[cqerrygems]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 💐

benefits;

your subconscious is open to and receives all affirmations regardless of any doubts, negative thoughts, wavers, circumstances or worries you may have. anything that you manifest instantly materialises (you know this anyway💐), your 3d circumstances change nothing whilst manifesting and have no effect whatsoever on your subconscious.

your life is simply beyond perfect, you're handed opportunities left right and centre as if you're a celebrity - people do consider you to be one. you're simply the apple of everyone's eye. everyone adores you, whether it be for your perfect personality, your witty intelligence or your otherworldly good looks and perfect symmetry. you're basically an angel on earth.

acne is completely avoidant of you. you're basically immune to any redness, hyperpigmentation, blemishes or any patches on your skin everywhere on your body. your skin is like glass, people always compliment you on how clear it is. you have to put in no effort whatsoever, yet your skin still glows like the brightest star.

your sp - oh heck, your sp - is completely and utterly head over heels infatuated by your beauty, intelligence and literally your entire existence. they fall more and more in love with you every second that passes, every waking thought they have involves you somehow. you're the first thing they think of when they wake up, and the last thing they think of when they go to bed. they can't help but snap up every opportunity to be around you and when they're not, they blow up your phone so much it feels like it could actually explode. they're utterly obsessed with you and nothing in the whole wide world could ever change that.

you have your ideal figure. you're the type of person that people put on their pinterest board. every curvature of your body that's placed is like a piece of artwork. you look as if you were sculpted as an example of the epitome of perfect. everyone - and i mean everyone - constantly showers you with compliments on your perfect body and gorgeous figure. i mean, come on, you are the definition of frustratingly beautiful, after all.

happy manifesting my loves 💐

[crazylittlejester]

Help I imagined the modern au trio recreating the hyperpigmentation meme and I can't stop laughing just-

Wars being the kid, Sky as the mum, and Twi in the background struggling not to cry laughing

ALDKDKDK

hear me out: baby twi (like 8 yo Twi) drew Malon and she was trying SO hard to be like “no its beautiful sweetheart” and Time was gasping for air on the ground and it was so bad that Twi for a moment thought Time was dying or some shit but he was just laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe

[itsythebitsyspider]

Let’s see how this does. First time writing something like this in a while, hope you like it

Belle had finally gotten the beast to warm up to her after a long few weeks of trying to make this arrangement comfortable. From small moments in the library, to outings in the garden, and even cooking dinner together instead of letting the furniture do all the work. Granted, the beast wasn't a good cook and tended to burn everything he made, somehow including jello, but Belle was patient. No matter how many times she had to make a run for the fire extinguisher, she'd be there for him. Apparently, he felt the same for her. But differently. Very, differently.

Recently Belle had attempted to teach Beast how to bake a cake. He had done his best to copy what she did, but ultimately his cake just couldn't hold up to the test of the oven that held a certain hatred for him. To calm the Beast, Belle let him decorate the cake. The beast did his best... but let's just say, the cake looked like it had hyperpigmentation.

Regardless, they were out of eggs. And flour. And basically everything it took to make a cake. So Beast had allowed Belle to go into town and buy some more. Of course, only if he accompanied her. Belle didn't know how a man-- or a beast-- that large would be able to hide. But seeing as how no one has noticed the large cloaked figure walking around, it seemed like it wasn't that hard.

She stood at the small market, picking up two large bags of flower before a sharp whistle pierced the air. She turned around to investigate and was met with an eye full of a bright red button up. At first she thought it was Gaston, but the moment she looked up she was met with a man with only half as sharp a jawline as the previously mentioned man. His hair was touseled, a stark contrast to the clean and tidy image Gaston presented. But enough about that chauvinist.

"Hello, sweet thing. Are you just passing through?" The man asked, tilting his head as he looked down at her.

"Just here for some shopping." She said warily, eyeing him up and down. She couldn't yet tell his intentions, so it was best to keep things civil for now.

"Oh really? Find what you're looking for?" He grinned at her and she couldn't help but notice the crooked teeth in his smile.

"Yes, I have." She glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Unfortunately, the people choose this one moment out of the day to mind their own business.

"I think you missed something."

"And what might that me?"

"Me."

And there it was. She felt the ick creep up the back of her neck, the polite smile faltering the instant she recognized his intentions.

"Ha, you're funny." She said, forcing another smile as she moved over to the side to grab the flour and put it in her bag. Unfortunately the man reached out and picked up the flower. "How about I carry these for you?" He offered.

She all but growled in frustration. She could sense the headache she’d get trying to gently let him down so he didn’t burst into flames at her rejection.

Just as she was about to respond, a friendly shape appeared behind the man. "She can carry her own things." The voice growled.

Belle felt another shiver run down her spine, but this time it wasn’t all that unpleasant.

“And who are you to decide that?” The man scoffed, turning to face the figure shrouded in a purple cloak. The beast tilted his head up for the light to catch his features.

The man instantly paled at the sight of such a creature. Belle knew the feeling from the first moment she met the beast. A dark, furry creature. With teeth as sharp as the tusk of the wild boar that hung above the Boar’s Tavern back at home, and eyes angry enough to match the harshest of storms.

The flour dropped to the ground, scattering everywhere. The shopkeeper, choosing now to look at them was justifiably angry. “Hey! You clutz, that was a large! You gonna pay for that?” The elderly woman yelled at the man. The man’s head snapped towards the woman, glancing back and forth between her and the beast.

“Go on.” The beast growled. “Pay. And apologize.”

The man scrambled for his wallet, dropping down a few coins without too much thought, murmuring a quick apology to Belle, and dashing off into the crowd.

“Mm. Are you… alright?” He asked Belle, trying to show a little more care than he was used to showing.

“I’m fine. Just annoyed.” She shrugged, picking up a new bag and paying the shopkeeper with an apologetic smile,

“He didn’t touch you, did he?” The beast asked, a undertone to his words. Belle didn’t even have to look to know that he was ready to get angry if she gave him an answer he didnt like. Deciding that she didn’t want anyone’s blood on her hands, she kept it short and honest.

“No, he didn’t. He just tried to flirt.”

The beast nodded. She watched as the tension slowly left his body. She had never seen him so angry. Not since that day she had tried to touch the glittery rose in the west wing. He’d grown to possessive over the rose that he had snarled at her. Actually snarled like a beast. She’d learned her lesson the hard way that day, stay away from the west wing.

Maybe she should get the eggs now and leave before any more uncomfortable situations took place. She paid for the eggs and quickly picked out a few good ones and quickly hurried on. She didn’t want the beast to be in an even more foul mood. She could practically smell the anger radiating off him.

“Alright, let’s go.” Belle readjusted the basket on her arm and walked back to the horse just in the outskirts of town. The beast, who had been silent the entire time, only let out a grunt before climbing on behind her. His hands were low on her hips, his grip tight. Belle didn’t mention how she could feel his claws poking her through the corset of her dress, instead choosing to snap the reigns of the horse and take off back to the castle.

In the kitchen, Belle was putting away the food with the servants when the unmistakable footsteps of the beast sounded. The quiet puff of his paw pads accompanied by the click of his sharp nails on the tile floor was a sound she’d grown accustomed to. The servants quickly ran off, leaving them alone in the kitchen.

The footsteps didn’t stop until they were right behind her. She could feel the anger radiating off of him like a heat wave. Belle took a stilling breath and turned to face him.

“Beast. Are you hungry? I can fix you up a snack if—“

“What did he say to you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“What. Did he say to you.” He repeated.

She didn’t even have to ask to know that he was referring to the man at the market today. “He just asked if I found what I was looking for. He meant himself. It was nothing special, just another—“

“Is that really all he said? Nothing else?”

“Well nothing that mattered-“

The beast pressed her up against the counter. “That’s not what I asked.” He growled, leaning in.

Belle took a nervous breath, her heart pounding. “That’s really all he said. That I’d forgotten him, and then he offered to carry my things.”

The beasts eyes stared into hers as if trying to read her mind through them. “And what did you think of his advances?”

“What?”

“Did you like the attention he was giving you?”

“No. I didn’t.”

“Good.”

The ice in the room seemed to melt. The beast however, didn’t move from where he had her pressed into the counter.

“I bought a dress for you.”

“Really? When?”

“At the market. I’d like you to try it on.” He stepped back. She nodded. “I can go do that now.”

Belle started walking up to her room, glancing back to see the beast following her. She faced forward, thoughts racing. She entered her room and didn’t close it, knowing the beast would just invite himself in anyway.

Just as she predicted, he stepped inside and closed the door.

She let out a quiet sigh until her eye caught the soft blue dress he’d gotten her. A sun dress with a white collar and a pretty flower pattern towards the bottom. She stepped closer and pinched the fabric between her fingers. Thin and stretchy. Perfect for a sunny day in the garden.

Belle was lost in her thoughts until an impatient sigh reminded her of what she was meant to be doing. With a nervous shake in her hands, she began to undo her dress. She reached behind her back to unzip the dress, and then untie the strings. She held the front of the dress before slowly letting it pool around her ankle. Belle pushed the dress aside with her foot and began reaching for the new dress when the Beast stopped her.

“Without anything underneath.” He said gruffly. “The woman at the shop said it is meant to be worn without a corset or crinoline.”

Belle glanced down at the layers she wore before nodding. “Alright then.” She reached for the brace behind her, starting to unhook all the clamps. The moment she had the bust off, she felt like she could breathe again. She didn’t dare look look back at the beast while her hands moved to take off the crioline and the skirt. She stood in just her shorts, waiting for the beast to say something, but nothing came. Belle reached for the dress and tugged it on, feeling the soft fabric on her skin.

The familiar sound of the beasts footsteps approached, and she felt two large hands trace her spine.

“...you look good in this dress..” He said quietly. His voice so close to her ear sent a shiver down her spine.

“You have good taste.” She replied, trying to keep her cool. The beast let out a chuckle. “I was looking at a green one before the shop keeper came to help me.”

“Green? I wouldn’t have minded green.”

“Lime green.”

“Oh god.” She couldn’t help it, she laughed. For someone who dressed in suits every other day, he didn’t have the best taste when it came to dresses.

“I’ll have to accompany you whenever you go shopping, lest I end up looking like some kind of fruit.”

There was a sudden warmth on her neck, and she realized the beast had kissed her. “Tomorrow then. We can go into that town, and you can pick out a new dress.” His hand dipped between the open backing and caressed her side. “Is that… something you’d like?”

“I would enjoy that, yes.” She leaned back into him.

“Good, good.” He nipped at the crook of her neck and she gasped. The beast licked at the small mark, kissing it before moving closer to her neck and doing it again. His hands moved up to slip the dress of her shoulders, letting it fall to her ankles. He slowly brought his hands around her waist and up, stopping at her ribcage.

“Is this alright?” He asked her.

Belle paused and took a few calming breaths to regather her thoughts. After a moment, she nodded. “Don’t stop.”

His hands moved up to gently cup her chest, gently squeezing them. She let out a breathless sigh and closed her eyes, letting him feel her up. She liked the way his warm hands felt, wrapping around her waist and gently gliding across her skin. She liked the way he would nip at her, only to lick and kiss at the small mark. But what she liked the most, is when he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and brought her over to the bed.

The beast, conscious of his massive size, was careful to not crush her. He was on his hands and knees, practically shaking with the effort it took to be gentle. Belle reached up and took his face in her hands.

“I won’t break.” She whispered to him. “You don’t have to be so careful.”

He stared at her, looking for any sign of deceit before sighing. “Alright. Just… stop me if I hurt you.”

“I will.”

Belle and beast made quick work of their clothes, leaving her a little nervous once she saw the size of the beast. He was fairly large, which shouldn’t have surprised her. He was massive compared to her.

“We don’t have to do this.” He whispered to her, once he saw the hesitation written on her face.

“No. No. I’d like to.” She said firmly.

The beast let out a sigh, “Alright. But we’re doing this my way.”

Before she could ask, he’d grabbed her by her legs and brought her closer. He moved her legs apart before positioning himself between them. He then closed her legs, groaning as he felt her soft flesh around his aching cock.

The beast slowly started to move his hips back and forth and she watched as his face seemed to contort in pleasure. She couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubbling up in her chest as he seemed to get more and more desperate.

Moments later he was moving her to lay on her stomach while he hovered above her. He growled into her ear, hands holding her hips still while he continued to thrust between her thighs.

“You’re mine.” He growled, his grip tightening around her hips. She let out a moan, grabbing onto the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. Her eyelids fluttered and she pressed her face into the pillow to try and quiet herself. The beast didn’t like that, grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking it back, causing her to let out another moan.

“There’s no hiding from me, darling.” He rumbled. Deciding that it wasn’t enough, he pulled out from between her thighs and moved her onto her back.

“I need to be inside you.” He said, before pausing. Belle realized he was silently asking for permission, and she nodded. “Yes, please.” She whispered. The beast nodded and moved down until his face was between her legs.

“I’ve made such a mess. Allow me to clean it up.” His hands gently held her legs open while he began to lick up the remnants of his mess off of her inner thighs. Belle let out a quivering moan. He was so close. So close to where she wanted him, it was driving her mad. His long tongue made quick work of the mess, His teeth would occasionally come out to rake across her skin, leaving her tight with goosebumps.

“Beast, please.” She whined, reaching out to grab onto his head, her hand instead wrapping around his horn. She glanced down and reached her other hand out, firmly gripping his horns and bringing him to her dripping mound.

The moment his tongue moved out to lap at her, she let out a loud moan, her grip on his horns faltering. Belle swore she could almost feel him grinning.

“Beast-” She whined, tightening her grip as he started to lap at her with a sudden hunger. His tongue was large, covering her with one long stripe. And when he moved his tongue inside, she felt like she was on fire.

Just as she was starting to get used to the sensation, she felt something start to poke and prod at her entrance. Looking down, she saw his finger, teasing her before slipping in. She groaned, adjusting to thew size of his large finger. Not long after, he inserted a second. This time he waited, giving her more time to adjust before he slowly started to move his fingers in and out, doing his best to be gentle as he didn’t want to scratch her with his claws. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with every new sensation. Once he started to gently scissor her open, she felt herself start to relax into the motions.

His fingers stretched her, then slowly pumped back inside her. Then he’d stretch her, and pump into her. The motions grew relaxing, even when he inserted a third finger.

“Is the third really necessary?” She asked, not realizing how needy she was beginning to sound. Her face was red and flushed, lips swollen from stolen kisses and her biting down to keep quiet. She was already fallen apart, and the beast was nowhere near done with her.

"Impatient, are we?" The beast smiled, but humored her request, pulling his fingers out and rising up to his knees to show her his size. She swallowed nervously.

"Nervous?" He asked her.

"A little."

"I'll be gentle." The beast said as he moved above her, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Belle smiled into the kiss, leaning back on the bed and wrapping her arms around his neck, barely managing to lace her fingers together behind his large frame.

She felt him at her enterance, feeling immensely grateful that he had taken the time to properly stretch her once she felt the size of the tip. She took a deep breath as he pushed his cock in. She let out a groan, feeling the stretch of her walls. The beast paused, waiting for her go ahead before pushing in all the way.

Tears brimmed Belle's eyes, and she held him tight, waiting for the pain to fade away. He was massive, stretching her beyond any toy she'd ever used on herself before.

"Okay...Okay. You can move." She mumbled.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

The beast let out a sigh and slowly started moving, watching her face with the intensity of a thousand suns. She's grimace every now and then, but soon the pain gave way to pleasure and she found herself digging her nails into the beast's furry back.

The beast picked up the speed, swallowing her moans with a kiss. Belle eagerly kissed back, pulling him as close as she could.

Her entire body was brimming with pleasure, she hardly registered the rough thrusts that would more than likely bruise her cervix. She could barely even register the murmuered words of beast, begging her to let him breed her, begging to fill her up until she was overflowing.

Any words she wanted to say were ripped from her throat as he suddenly pounded into her, pinning her shoulders down to the bed with his hands.

"You feel so damn good," He growled. "Split open on my cock."

She could only moan in response, nails scratching the expanse of his back as she struggled to stabilize herself.

"I'm going to fill you up, and if you spill anything I'm going to make you clean it up."

The beast's thrusts grew sloppy and just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he came inside her. Her insides were filled with a hot fluid, coating every inch of her before spilling out.

"Don't pull out." She whispered, pulling him down to lay on top of her. "Just... stay."

He nodded absentmindedly, carefully adjusting his weight so he wasn't crushing her.

"Mm... we can go to the market tomorrow afternoon." He said, feeling like he wanted to take a nap and not wake up until late the next day.

"I can't exactly feel my legs."

"...ah. That could pose a problem."

"Maybe the day after?"

"I'm free all week."

[ivyandana]

Skincare Routine for Hyperpigmentation

Hi! This is Ivy <3 I used to struggle. with breakouts, oil, and hyperpigmentation for about 3 years. Among other things, I tried some of The Ordinary and Good Molecules products in America, then Tretinoin (helped for a couple weeks) and biweekly facials when I moved to Shanghai. Nothing worked and my skin didn't significantly improve. I stripped my routine down to the essentials and started over again. I've seen MASSIVE improvements, so I thought I'd share with you all.

I started using Garnier Micellar Water to wipe my make up off.

I saw a tiktok saying that salicylic acid was good for darker skin tones. I went to Sephora and I bought the Inkylist Salycic Acid Cleanser. I swear by this now.

The first time I visited the pharmacy in Italy, I told the pharmacist what I was using on my skin (Avene) and she immediately redirected me to using the Effaclar Duo (+) as a moisturizer. This really helped prevent breakouts and slowly lightened my spots. It's really strong and I don't need it anymore. Now I use the normal La Roche Posay Moisturizing Lotion.

I switched my SPF out for some REAL mineral sunscreen. I loveee Bubbly Solar Mate SPF. Sunscreen helps even the skin tone and protects from further sun damage.

Clean off as much of your make up as possible before cleansing, keep your skin properly hydrated, and WEAR SPF.

I don't know what the science is or what magic cleared my skin, but my skin tone is so much more even, I rarely get any break outs, and I'm a lottt less oily.

-IVY

[winters-doll]

𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙓𝙏 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍: 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙄𝘼/ 𝘼𝙉𝙓𝙄𝙀𝙏𝙔

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑥

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Chapter 6- Ramen

*Mia Pov*

Once filled with conversation, I'm met with the silence of the bathroom. I grasp the cold steel into my palm, admiring its buttoned colors. Pressing the green button, sure enough, warm water pours out of the small jets in the tub. "Wow." I mumbled in awe. Setting the water half filled with lukewarm/ hot water, I grasp the dove men soap. Pouring the strong yet earthy fragrance in the tub I finally feel somewhat comfortable. Lifting the gray sweater dress over my head, I'm met with my reflection. So many imperfections, it'd be hard to miss. Bronze waist littered in scars and minor cuts. Inner thighs laced with hyperpigmentation. Knees dark from kneeling on them too long. Nonetheless, I see myself smiling sheepishly. "I'm still here." I mumbled inwardly. "For that i'll always keep smiling."

*Jack Pov*

"Thanks!" The woman chirps cheerfully. Gently closing the door, I make my way towards the kitchen. Judging from her appearance you never would've thought she enjoyed that genre of music. From her small voice and demeanor, you'd think she'd listen to old jazz. She probably does. I'd figure she would have a diverse taste in music. Seeing her dimpled smile, her eyes widened in awe of my work. I feel this weird feeling in my chest.

Acceptance.

Another foreign word, a sense of comfort I never thought I'd feel.

Entering the furnished kitchen, I grab a from its cabinet pot and place it in the sink. Hearing the water fill from the motion sensor, I grab a cartoon of eggs absentmindedly. My body moves on muscle memory alone and moves the filled pot on the automated stove. The steady flow of water being filled upstairs is like the precipitation is being poured down my head itself. A stranger is having a bath in my house. And plans to sleep here at that, with given permission. How did this situation even occur? One moment I was with my brother in the gym. Now I'm here giving her one of my favorite band shirts. I usually don't help people who are in need. Unless it's for a nice price. Remembering the look on her face.

*FLASHBACK*

"Please Sir." She pants and inhales a large gist of air. "MA ELIZABETH BUTLER!! COME BACK HERE!" A man yells, running in our direction. She looks behind her in fright. Her puffy eyes meet mine. Small nimble fingers firmly grasped my sweater. "They'll kill me." Her plump lips tremble. I couldn't decide if it was from the rain or the sense of dread I suddenly felt that made me act. That got me here.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Reluctant yet desperate, as if she knew this was a pitiful attempt for help. It would've been for someone else but her... I had to help her.

Impulsive

Finally a word I'm familiar with. All my life there have been impulsive choices to achieve my final goal. Too finally kill that bastard. No matter the consequences. Yet I've always been impulsive to hurt others, not to assist. She doesn't have anywhere to stay. Renting a place to stay wouldn't be the problem but financial stability will be concerning considering how unforgiving Japan can be. She can't go home either. Just thinking about his face makes me grasp the wooden counter. I oughta look for him and make sure he won't ever hurt her again.

Heaving a heavy sigh, I sit on the black metal stool and watch the water boil. I only have ramen for tonight, I hope she's not allergic to anythi—

My right pocket starts to vibrate. Interrupted from my obsessive rumination, I fish my phone out of my pocket, seeing Baki name I decide to answer. "Hey Jack! Sorry about leaving so quickly!" Baki chirps with a sense of remorse in his voice. He always does this. Thinks of others even when he has his own agenda. "Baki it's fine. You know that." I scoff inwardly. "Yeah I just wanted to make sure." He chuckles sheepishly. "Did kozue get caught in the rain?" "No, I caught her just in time, thank goodness." I chuckle at his outburst. "Try not to be dramatic." "Dramatic?! Imagine she got sick out there because I didn't walk her home." Baki all but sputters. Just hearing his voice makes my tense shoulders rest at ease. "I'm glad you called actually." I muttered. "Oh? And why's that?" Baki inquires. "I'm cooking ramen-"REALLY YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER AND FIX IT?!" Interrupted once again I can only grin. "It's a school night and you can give me the recipe on the phone."

There's a pause on the other end of the phone before Baki begrudges mumbles," I knew you'd say that." "Fiiiiiine, I'll help. I've told you this recipe so many times. How do you keep forgetting?" I lie and say" It's been a while since I made ramen." In reality hearing his annoyed tone is pleasing enough. "Bullshit! You literally came over a month ago and we made it together." He complains. "Hm. I don't recall." "Jaaaaack." Baki whines. "Alright I do recall something with brown sugar and soy sauce."

"Yes, add butter to the saucepan and 1 tablespoon of soy sauce with garlic cloves and two tablespoons of brown sugar." I hum, my body moving on muscle memory. Absentmindedly pulling spices from the cabinets. The water bubbles and simmers as I break the wheat noodles in half. "Oh and don't forget about the sesame oil!" Baki chirps. " I know I know and 2 boiled eggs." I deadpanned. Stirring the sauces the kitchen fills with a savory aroma. "Wait a second! You told me you didn't remember!" Turning the stove off I chucked,"My memory is resurfacing." Hearing the top stairs creak softly, she doesn't move. She must be shy. I know the food smells pleasant.

"You knew the recipe the whole time didn't you?" Baki whines. I simply hummed and muttered,"Listen Baki, I'll be busy for a couple of days. Take care of yourself and see Karou if you run into trouble." There's another slight pause on the receiving end. "Are you training?" He suddenly inquires. Seeing the small woman still standing on the staircase, looking at her bare feet. "I wish." I muttered grimly. I wouldn't be going in blind. The stove clock reads past 11:30 and I bid Baki goodnight. I figured she didn't meet me in the kitchen to not interrupt my conversation with Baki. Yet she stills stands there, her small fingers gliding on the smooth polished wood of the railing. "You can come down now." I sighed.

*30 Mins Prior*

*Mia Pov*

Soft suds of soap floats around my frame, smoke rises to the surface. Sitting in the corner of the large tub I exhale. Like laying in fresh grass that has the morning dew upon it, I slowly sink nearly to the bottom. This is exactly what I need. I never knew a bath could be so comforting. I always took showers to save money and time. But this... no wonder they sell bath bombs in stores. Grazing my finger in its warm depths I begin to wonder. What am I doing? Letting a man take me home. He even shot down involving the police. He has a large beautiful furnished home and no pictures of himself or others he surrounds himself with. Ive been abused and sheltered, but I know red flags and when to point them out, do not ignore them. But he doesn't seem like a serial killer or anything. His dark eyes and deep voice suddenly come to my mind. He is undoubtedly gorgeous though. I've read that serial killers are attractive. I groaned inwardly. I didn't actually expect he'd help me though.

Slowly rising to my knees in the warm water, I let my long ears and fluffy tail emerge from my head and backside. I hate to suppress this part of me but it's for the best. Gathering the soapy towel, I gently begin to scrub my ears and tail. Long enough to wrap around my waist, I wondered if it's gotten longer. I pondered. It's been five years since this x gene sprouted and my life has been hell living through it because of it. I need to research more, talk to more people who have to repress this gene like me. Hot pain flashes in my temple, leaving me rubbing the side of my head. Hopefully removing the internal pain. I can't tell if it's from the hot water or my stomach growling, but I need to head downstairs nonetheless.

Taking a big step out of the tub, I suddenly realized something. Grabbing the wet white remote I stare at its colorful buttons once again. I don't know how to drain the water. There's plenty of buttons but I'm not sure which one would work without making a mess. Placing the remote on the marble counter, I quickly run the fluffy towel across my skin, gently drying my ears and tail. Shifting back to my familiar form I wonder is there any lotion? Does he use lotion? I don't want to intrude but I hate the feeling of my dry skin cracking. Opening the bottom cabinet and searching for a moisturizer, I found nothing. Dammit. Maybe he has some in his room. Fantastic, now I have to ask him if he has any.

Seeing my reflection once again, I decide to ignore the image and go towards the clean clothes folded. Unfolding the large shirt I smile at the blotchy pattern. I still can't believe he listens to baby metal. You'd think he listens to old jazz, someone as composed as him. Black fabric falls off the shirt. Holding it up above me the large black fabric holds to be boxers. There's no way these will fit me. Folding the waistband I place my feet through the holes and throw on the large metal shirt. Now barefoot, I slowly prepare myself to go downstairs. Placing my dirty clothes in the hamper I turn off the dim light.

Walking down the dim hallway, a savory smell greets my nose. His deep voice vibrates off the walls, chuckling. He seems to be in a good mood, I grin. Pacing the staircase to not interrupt him, I absentmindedly stare at the polished railing and hear another guy's voice. "Jaaaaaack." The voice draws out. That's his name. Jack. Repeating the name in my mind, I realized I never knew his name until now. Rubbing my temple once again, another headache seems to form. That's definitely a red flag. "Are you training?" The man suddenly questions. Training for what? I know it's rude to eavesdrop but I'm interested. He's a big guy. Is he in the military? What man did I run into?

"You can come down now." He suddenly voiced, his back still to me. I didn't know he was able to see me. Feeling my face burn, I slowly walked down, the stairs creaking softly underneath me. "I didn't know you could see me." I chuckled sheepishly. Descending the stairs, the floor layout has no doors but an open vicinity of the kitchen, living room, dining room, and outside patio. Following the delicious smell, I walk through the living room to the kitchen seeing his large back. "Take a seat." He rumbles. Seeing the large stool, I make my way towards the polished table. The stool legs meet my waist, also there's no ledge I could step on. There's no way I can sit on this without making a fool of myself. "Are you going to eat standing?" The man. Jack inquires.

Exhaling through my nose, I drum my short nails on the wooden table . "No, I would like to sit ." I mutter. Turning off the stove he simply utters," Then take a seat." He turns to me. His eyes slowly ranking on my form. Under his intense gaze I stare at the mountain of noodles on the stove. Another delicious distraction. "I would. But..." He simply crosses his arms over his chest, seemingly interested. Not used to the attention, hot liquid floods my face. Wringing my hands I mutter,"Don't take offense to this, your home is beautiful but everything is really large." Looking at his triceps and chest it dawns on me why everything is bigger than normal. "I guess that makes sense, considering you're..." I trail off.

"Large?" The man states, grinning softly placing the wheat noodles and chicken broth on the table. He pours sparkling water from the pitcher into two glasses.. "Yeah." I chuckle softly . "You know I can help." Jack utters. Help? Is he referring to manhandling me again? Absolutely not. "Are there no other chairs?" "Not any that you can sit on without my help." He rumbles. Exhaling through once again, I gaze through his tawny eyes. " Alright but don't just —my feet leave the cold surface of the floor. My breath leaves my throat as my backside meets the cool wooden surface. "Just toss me." I gasped. Jack gently places me on the stool. "You could've at least let me say when." I grumbled, face burning "You're welcome." He hums. Jack places a large pot of noodles and broth on the table.

"Are you having any other guests?" I inquired. Jack sits on the stool opposite of me across the table. "Hopefully not," Jack rumbles. Scooping a large amount of noodles and placing them in his large bowl, I simply watched in awe. Everything about him is gigantic, the way how he eats, lives, and the way he smirks at me. Maybe his ego as well. "It's not going to bite you." He stares into my brown eyes and passes me a big plastic bowl."Thanks." I mumbled. I don't know much about Jack, hardly anything but it seems like he keeps a cocky attitude to hide his kindness. Placing noodles and the brown oiled broth in my bowl, my mouth waters anticipating its delicious guests.

Ramen bowl made, I bowl my head to say grace. Breaking the hard chopsticks, I open my mouth only to feel eyes on me. Looking at Jack he seems to have that intense stare again. "What?" I ask. Do I have something on my face? Jack places his chopsticks down near his spoon. His eyes never leaving mine he draws out," After everything you've been through...Everything they put you through." I feel my throat tightened. "You still believe in God." He states. Placing my hands in front of me, I merely smile. "I have to...Well so more of I want to." Jack studies my face. "He's kept me here, so I can meet you. That is enough to say thanks too."

Jack's tawny eyes narrow slightly, as if he needs to see clearly. I'm starting to figure that's the face he makes when he's deep in thought. Not everyone believes in God, whether that's religion trauma or they just don't. It's all a valid reason. Growing up in a C.OG.I.C church, one of the things I'm growing to understand is that God is love and not just condemnation. But after finally leaving that hell I know there's more to life than what they showed me. Jack's small smug smile returns, letting out a humorless chuckle. "Your optimism is going to get you hurt." Slurping the sweet broth in the renge spoon, I grin. "Well, being a pessimist is rather boring." He hums. I'm not sure if he's agreeing or not though. "It's Mia by the way."I mumbled, slurping the ramen noodles and sweet broth. He simply hums again while eating his mountain full of noodles. "You already know mine ." He rumbles.

"I didn't want to be rude." I laugh airily. Seaweed chips wrapped around the noodles, I squirmed in my seat, elated with its delicious taste. "I've eaten ramen a lot since I am a college student. But this is delicious!" he merely grunts. I simply chow down on the delicious meal and eat quicker than expected. While he goes for thirds and fourths. I can't believe someone can eat so much without any pain. It's impressive yet disturbing.

Sitting in uncomfortable silence I try," Do you have any family that lives considering your home is so—" "It doesn't matter." He clips. "We don't have to force conversation." He rumbles grimly. Slightly startled I slowly sip my glasses. Letting the bubbles glide down my throat. He's right. We don't have to talk to each other. But the awkward silence is killing me! "I think i'll be heading for bed." I murmur. "Upstairs guest room, you know where it is." He utters. Sliding down the stool my bare feet meet the wooden surface, I thank him for the food. Slightly hesitant, I ask him, "I wash my plate?" "It's fine, you're the guest after all." He insists.

Exiting the kitchen I can feel his eyes bore holes into my back. Crossing the furnished living room I can't help but murmur,"I'll get out of your hair then." Stomach full I take my time walking up the wooden stairs. He's the one that agreed to help me, why would you purposely make it awkward? Walking towards the end of the hallway, I enter the second to last room. Sure enough it's the room I was trying to escape earlier. A warm glow surrounds the room from its lamp. I should keep it on. Not wanting to wake up in the dark again, I climb into bed and wrap the once damp navy sheets around me. Heaving a heavy sigh into the pillow. Closing my eyes I pray," Dear heavenly father. I only trust you. Guide my spirit into the right path and give me

the strength to ward off bad spirits in Jesus name Amen.Rolling on my stomach my right thigh hitched, still ashy but too tired. I will myself to sleep soundly. Hopefully

[salomasretired]

Okay yeah here are some disabling skin conditions not widely understood for visibility & disability pride.

I am making this post primarily because I had no inkling of having these disorders and just thought it had something to do with poor personal hygiene. This was a huge hit to my self esteem and affected the way I view self care. Hopefully other people who have these issues can better receive treatment and realize they’re not alone, nor do these conditions make them unclean or unloved.

I will be including images below these disorders.

Confluent and Reticulated Papillomatosis (CARP, Gougerot-Carteud Syndrome)

Thought to be caused by defects in the K-15 gene and simultaneous skin infection, this causes keratin to build up in these little patches that grow in a winding pattern around the truck of teens and young adults, giving the skin a rough texture and hyperpigmented appearance. It’s not particularly painful, but it does have an effect on appearance.

Dyshidrotic Eczema (Dyshidrosis, pompholyx)

Although this is named eczema, it’s pretty distinct from it. This disorder causes pin-head sized blisters to congregate under the skin on the palms and feet, causing drying, peeling, and itching. It’s not well understood but thought to be exacerbated by allergies and stress. I personally found that removing some foods that contain nickel from my diet, wet wrapping, ignoring the itch and using baking soda based handsoap keeps it roughly under control. This condition can be extremely painful during a bad flare up, where I would avoid using my hands or certain fingers when doing tasks, even unable to bend my fingers due to the tight skin sometimes.

Hidradenitis Suppurativa (HS, acne inversa)

This causes bumps, sores, pimples and cysts to appear under the arms, inner thighs, groin & butt. Basically anywhere where skin touches skin, which is unfortunately why being of a larger size makes this worse. The cause is ultimately unknown but may have something to do with hormones and disorders with the second layer of skin, the dermis. It primarily affects women, but men with the disorder may have sores along the back of their neck as well. In severe cases, it may cause scarring, hyperpigmentation, and severe pain, that makes walking and doing basic tasks difficult to impossible.

I hope this informs & helps people, especially those that aren’t even aware they might have these symptoms. If you have these conditions, feel free to add your own experiences in the replies, reblogs or tags. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and happy disability pride.

[clonerightsagenda]

unit-1312 said: yeaashhhh idk why she did that 😅 like its clear from kabru she can draw a perfectly fine dark skinned person so???? but also there’s cithis who’s regular dark-skinned so???????? maybe they’re supposed to represent dark elves which is a whole nother box to unpack because-im-freaking-greed said: There’s also regular dark skinned elves because-im-freaking-greed said: There’s lore in the adventurers bible, but basically the elf queen always has this phenotype, so the throne is passed down like that instead of direct lineage (this specific character is a cousin a few generation removed to the current queen, and one of only 3 candidates for the throne). It’s probably a condition analogous to hypermelanism, but also another way in which elves are sincerely biologically different from other human races because-im-freaking-greed said: Also, this isn’t what dark elves are in dungeon meshi, dark elves are a tallman/halffoot superstition from the early days of their recorded history; early on certain elves were very actively helpful out of some mixture of genuine altruism and infantilization, so would basically go Gandalf at them for a while, which then lead to tallmen and halffeet encountering elves that weren’t like that, getting rebuffed or into conflict because-im-freaking-greed said: And going home and telling stories of elves with darkness in their hearts, aka dark elves

This is giving me flashbacks to Her Imperious Condescension tbh. But whatever is going on (hyperpigmentation?) I do not think taking elves with the same features as the white elves and dipping them in ink is the #diversity win that one post I saw thought it was.

[glamour-witch-bitch]

💅💖Glamour Witch Tips PART 3 💖💅

Happy Lions Gate portal yall, hope your manifestations all come to fruition on this day! I haven’t done a compilation of glamour witch tips in a while so I thought I’d do that today. I’ve done lots of reading and research so I got a lot for y’all in this post. With that, let’s get into it!

💖For my false eyelash wearers, I hope you’re cleaning those things when you’re done wearing them. Most importantly I hope you’re cleaning them in moon water for additional alluring powers and or protection.

💖 Honey 🍯. Honey is an incredible thing to use in your Witchery. Not only is it a natural antioxidant, it also Carrie’s antibacterial and antifungal properties. Perfect for when you have a sore throat. It’s also been used across nations in many spiritual practices for ages.

Physical: honey can be used topically to treat acne, hyperpigmentation, dandruff, and (I’m not a doctor so take this with a grain of salt) has been historically used to treat burns and wounds to keep out germs and fight bacteria/infection.

Honey when consumed can also be used to; treat sore throat and cold symptoms, help with digestive unease, boost metabolism, and may help with cardiovascular health as well (again not a doctor so please take this with a grain a salt)

Spiritual/Witchcraft: Appropriately nicknamed “Nectar of the Gods” a perfect offering for most deities as honey is prevalent in most countries and cultures. Can be used to “sweeten” up already existing relationships. I personally associate honey with abundance due to the fact it’s the fruit of bees labor. Use honey as a face mask for additional beauty and attraction rituals.

💖Lavender. Lavender is an essential for every witch and has been used for a millennia in both spiritual practices and medicine as well. I use lavender soap to help ease my anxiety. I like to visualize my anxiety from where it’s felt the most (for me it’s my stomach and my head) leaving that area and traveling to my hands. Then I visualize it seeping out of my skin and that’s where I wash it away with the lavender soap. I bought my soap from NakedVoodoo on Instagram and I definitely would recommend her products and services to a friend and to y’all.

💖Rosemary. Rosemary is a great and I mean great herb that anyone can use and likely already has in their kitchen. In glamour it’s associate with confidence and youth; but its not limited to that. It’s also associated with awareness, banishing, cleansing, comfort, contentment, focus, loving spirits, memories, and renewal.

I used a rosemary shampoo bar from Nole, (an AMAZING hair care company that I recommend for everyone, it’s a little bit pricey but 10000% worth it.) Every time I use it in the shower I ask that it cleanses me of all icky things that I might of have picked up on and restores and renews my energy.

💖Seaweed. Seaweed and sea moss are not only a great supplement to add to your diet (I do have a post about it somewhere one here) it also has incredible magical properties for things such as abundance and blessings. Fantastic for rituals and spells invoking your health, stability, and like said prior abundance.

💖Cleanliness. This might be mostly because of my OCD (no actually, I just got diagnosed last month and since starting medication I’ve been doing much better) But making sure both you and your space is clean before spell work makes such a huge difference. Not only does it have your cleared energetically, but it also does something for your confidence as well. So before you do your spell work, shower and give your area a little tidying up and see the difference it makes.

💖Beauty 👏 love 👏 and 👏 attraction 👏 work 👏 is 👏 protection! 👏. This isn’t as much as a tip as it is more so a school of thought. I said what I said, beauty is the most deadly yet underestimated weapon you can have in this life. Doing love and attraction work on yourself is absolutely protection work, because when people love you and are attracted to you they are also going to be rooting for you and is going to be on your side.

As always happy crafting, stay safe, and stay beautiful my pretties.

[heartselfcare]

Winter Skincare Guide 2025 ~

Save your skin this Winter.

No million step routines, no special tools or foreign skincare,

just pure hydration and protection.  

Castor oil + Vanicream Combo

Do you want the softest, smoothest skin ever? Grab a bottle of castor oil and a tub of Vanicream, and mix them together. I’ve been obsessed with Vanicream for yearssss now and I’ve put all my girlfriends onto it. Castor oil has been used for centuries for all kinds of purposes; hair growth, skin moisturizer, and even a body detoxer. BUT – I never thought of mixing them together.

Vanicream is a skin healer, and castor oil can penetrate the skin deeper than any other oil.

Your skin will be buttery smooth and sealed to perfection.

PS: for the body mix castor oil and shea butter ♡

Amazon.com: Handcraft Blends Organic Castor Oil - 16 Fl Oz - 100% Pure and Natural - Premium Grade Oil for Hair Growth, Eyelashes and Eyebrows 

2. Rose Water Spray 

Going back to our roots – a morning spritz of rose water will plump and hydrate the skin – especially on no makeup days.

Make your skin glow with dewy hydration in just one step.

The forever classic Mario Badescu Spray:

Mario Badescu Facial Spray with Aloe, Herbs and Rose Water for All Skin Types, Face Mist that Hydrates, Rejuvenates & Clarifies, 8 FL OZ 

3. Sunscreen 

It doesn’t matter what time of a year it is – if the sun is out–

so is the SPF.

Did you know UV Rays can reflect off snow? Well now you know.

(that rhymed.) 

UV can also penetrate thru windows and car windshields.

So go and reapply!

My favorite SPF of all time! No white cast, no tears, and it helps improve the look of skin over time– repairing the appears of old acne scars, and hyperpigmentation. 

La Roche Posay Anthelios UV Hydra Sunscreen SPF 50 | Daily Hydrating Sunscreen for Face with Hyaluronic Acid and Vitamin E | Broad Spectrum Invisible SPF Protection | Anti Aging | Fragrance Free

Another fan favorite: hydrating and no white sheen. Usually more affordable but shop prices. This is a 3 pack:

Amazon.com : Biore UV Aqua Rich SPF 30 PA+++ Daily Moisturizer Sunscreen for Face, For Sensitive Skin, Oil Free, Hyaluronic Acid, Vegan, Oxybenzone & Octinoxate Free, Dermatologist Tested, 1.7 Oz/3pk 

4. Pimple Patches 

This year we are leaving our breakouts ALONE.

No picking or popping. This year we’re being mature and resisting instant gratification –  and letting them be! Grab a pack of clear patches, slap one on, and call it a day! Set it and forget it.

Your future skin will thank you!

This is my favorite brand Peach Slices (linked) – these patches are SUPER clear and barely visible to the naked eye; the patches are also super sticky so you don’t have to worry about the patch slipping and sliding throughout the day:

Amazon.com: Peach Slices | Acne Spot Dots | Hydrocolloid Acne Patches | For Zits, Blemishes, & Breakouts | Vegan | Cruelty-Free | Pimple Patches | Facial Skin Care Products | 3 Sizes (7mm, 10mm, & 12mm) | 30 Ct : Beauty & Personal Care

ELF brand is an OKAY dupe – much cheaper with more product.

The patches are more visible and not as adhesive:

5. Aloe Sheet Mask

I randomly treated myself to a sheet mask a few months back and now Im obsessed! I apply the mask right before bed and sleep in it; when I rise my skin is beaming and juicy. Aloe is natural hydration for the skin, helps to repair and heal the damaged skin barriers, and is naturally anti-aging!

ALL OPINIONS ARE MY OWN. ♡

* NONE of these brands/ products are sponsored or ad content. All products were purchased with my own money. I am not paid to promote any products mentioned, nor do I receive any money from links, or online purchases related to listed links.

[judesbelligoal]

This has nothing to do with football and anyone, I just feel like there are a lot of girls on here so I thought I’d ask this here. Feel free to ignore.

Do you or anyone know any good products to help get rid of hyperpigmentation and dark under eyes? I moved to Abu Dhabi two years ago from England and the sun has totally burned me out😭😭 I’ve been struggling so badly with hyperpigmentation and I have tried so many things but nothing seems to work.

Not sure about darker under eyes but my mom uses The Ordinary Caffeine Solution 5% for hers and i think its been helping her. As for the hyperpigmentation, ive been using The Ordinary Glycolic Acid 7% Exfoliating Toner & this Garnier sunscreen. Ive been experimenting with different brands of vitamin c serums and so far Garnier 3.5% Vitamin C, Niacinamide, Salicylic Acid, Brightening and Anti Dark Spot Serum has been my favvv. For moisturiser i use neutrogena hydro boost. I would just try to experiment with different brands and products to figure out what works best for you and be patient cause you’re not gonna see results the 1st week maybe not even the first month

[cupidlovesastro]

Hii! Hope you’re doing well :) what are your thoughts on my big three? ^^ Gemini Sun (10 deg), Aries Moon (28 deg), Libra Ascendant (8 deg)

1st of all i love your big 3!! gemini suns are one of my fave placements. with sun in gemini you probably enjoy laughing, talking, having long conversations with it your friends or just hanging out in general. if your not the one making the jokes, your the one laughing at them. with this being in the 10th degree (capricorn) you can be more on the serious side at times or take things more seriously than others. you also might’ve been one of those people in school who would love talking and doing their work at the same time or you enjoyed your solitude while doing work. whatever career or goal you have for yourself, communication skills and communicating with others might help achieve that. your also VERY smart and people might under estimate since you probably come off ditsy, or aloof (libra rising). also maturing might be something you could struggle with or have a push and pull relationship with since gemini is a more playful sign and capricorn is more of a serious sign.

next is your aries moon ! you have a deep passion and drive within you that others may underestimate or be intimidated by if they know you better or if it’s aspecting your ascendant. while most people might find their passion outwardly, you find it within you, through your emotions, intuition, logic, and reasoning. with all this intensity, there’s also impulse, and poor decision making at times. you have this in the cancerian degree which can make your impulses all the more powerful. you could feel things deeper than as a others and sense things deeper than others as well. i have a feeling you may be good at picking up on others body language or their deeper intentions

lastly, libra rising ! with this sign you could have a symmetrical face, an overbite, and middle parts might look good on you. also wearing your hair down could be something that suits you well. with this being in the scorpion degree, you could have almond eyes with hyperpigmentation around them. also full lips, round or soft features like your jawline or you could have around face. you also may have dark hair or enjoy darker colors on yourself. because your rising has venusian energy and plutonian energy you could be veryyy alluring and attractive to people, and they might get borderline obsessed with you. you have this dark feminine energy that make others very curious about you and what not. you may talk about injustice a lot, or how you may want balance in certain aspects of life. but with it also having the degrees in scorpio you could fight between taking on the intensity or avoiding it. people might also notice how avoidant you can be to drama. you could also have a hobby in witch craft, tarot, astrology, etc.

hope this helped <3

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tags//body dysmorphia, low self-esteem

I'm a bit ashamed to have these thoughts and sort of unconscious biases but I'd still like to try and recognize them and maybe work towards a solution. I tend to view myself as a disgusting person, or I feel this itch of laziness. Sometimes this opinion is warranted seeing that I struggle with depression and somedays its difficult to maintain my hygiene routine. When in an episode I will avoid showering, flossing or doing all the steps in my skincare routine because I either A) don't have the energy, and B) can't find the motivation. I tend to self criticize a lot and while I can recognize that, I still don't know how to not think of myself as a disgusting (physically) person.

I personally really enjoy watching Korean skincare routines or health tips and I just find it so fascinating, and while I've tried to adapt those tips into my own lifestyle it just feels hopeless. My skin is never going to be clear like that, my body won't be as thin as the people I am subscribed to, I'll never be effortlessly stunning. I am beautiful, I know this, but I'm not my ideal version of beauty for myself. I want to be able to see past these negative thoughts and at least accept myself as I am (physically) but it's never enough. I almost feel like I haven't succeeded as an adult if I'm at the very least not beautiful in the way I want to be.

I want to be a cleanly person with routine. I'd like to shower three time a day, use serums and lotions, start walking or working out, use the good perfumes that turn heads, do facials and drink herbal tea. But it all feels so far away and I'm stuck in old habits. I know I can do this but my brain just refuses to act and I get so frustrated

Hi anon,

It sounds like you have unrealistic expectations of your own hygiene, which may have to do with the beauty content you're consuming. Many societal and cultural beauty standards are unrealistic and sew deep insecurities into many of its targets. No one can ever be completely flawless and that's okay (yes, it is). That's just part of our humanity. We will have blemishes, scars, freckles, wrinkles, hyperpigmentation, discoloration, hair, fat, etc. Beauty is confidence, not appearance. If you have confidence, you can wear anything, including fat or hair or blemishes.

It's highly unlikely that it would be healthy for you to shower three times a day. Most people do not need to shower every single day. There are many articles and studies outlining the health consequences of showering too frequently.

Imagine that a friend of yours confides in you that they have depression and as a result they find it difficult to shower, brush their teeth, and otherwise take care of themselves. Would you call them disgusting? Probably not. You might even tell them it makes sense to struggle with such high-energy tasks with a challenge like depression. But this person is no different from you. It's okay to struggle with hygiene - you are doing your best given your circumstances.

It may be helpful for you to start consuming body positive content. One of the influencers I watch a lot is Laeti. If anyone has any suggestions for body positive influencers they follow, please add on!

-Bun

[swaggermcjagger]

“she gonna teach Selene how to properly throw a fist at the one boy at the playground who keeps bugging her, it’s gonna be GREAT.”

Teach her how to throw fists at girls when she gets older – she’s going to need it when it comes to catty, obnoxious women bullies.  (Let’s be honest, women can be brutal in the most horrendous ways possible.)

“I feel though, that Stella would be kind of jealous, especially when she’s pulling away a little from her parents. Part of her feels like her mom is being more genuine when spending time with Selene than with her.”

Can’t really see Twila showing bias, and if she does, it’s 100% unintentional.  Same goes to Brighton.  She can’t help it if she’s doing the things she loves doing with Selene, and Selene loves it right back.  Twila is just doing her best, and finally being able to do moon stuff is liberating  to Twila.  I think Brighton would try help out with this, but I’m not sure how much help it would do.

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 I can even see Twila taking Selene somewhere cold and full of snow, where they would probably have the most intense snowball fight ever – the one where you get hit with one, you instantly freeze.  Of course, Twila would have to break her out from ice, and she would have to break herself out of ice.  Selene is in danger because Twila is probably brutal in snowball fights, almost merciless.  No, but Selene is probably having the time of her life – the cold weather feels amazing to both her and Twila.

But after all of that, they just have fun in the snow.

Could even see Twila taking Selene to a beach and teaching her how to swim, and see the other world underwater.  I like to think moons can be underwater for a very long time.

Maybe even take her to spooky places and towns. Love to think Moons love Halloween energy.

Unfortunately, this would make Stella insanely jealous not just of the genuine part, but not being able to partake in either of the above without getting hurt over small stuff like snowfall.  Could even see Brighton being particularly jealous at the swimming part because I always thought he loved seas and oceans, but he can’t really be in regular water.

This would, in turn, make Twila feel extremely bad.  A tricky situation.  No win battle.  Unless she has magic to where she can protect the suns from water/snow damage, then she’s out of luck.

Makes me wonder if suns bond better with suns, and moons bond better with moons?

Could see Brighton dreaming about all four of them being able to play in the snow and water.

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“What if during this time more of Brighton shines through in her and she gets into art.”

When Brighton notices it, it’s ALL OVER.  He’s thinking, “FINALLY, there’s something I can bond Selene with that I actually know about!”  He takes advantage of this opportunity and really helps her out.  Hopefully Twila doesn’t see it, or it’s just going to be the Hyperpigmentation video all over again~

Oh, but unfortunately, when Twila teaches Selene spray painting, it’s all over then.  Brighton has lost Selene over Twila’s cool energy antics and Selene would want to use spray paint over Acrylics…  Or is it?  She’ll balance both out.

I’m sure there are more opportunities for Brighton.  Cue a frustrated sigh out from him, since he isn’t too big of a fan of spray paint.  xD

you're right, Twila's not doing it on purpose, it's just an unfortunate circumstance of it all. THere's stuff that she and Brighton can go do that she and Selene can't (like swimming in lava or visiting super hot places for example).

She'll do her best to make up for it, though. it might not be something like swimming or going anywhere with too much of a temperature extreme, but there's got to be something the two of them can bond over, or at least enjoy. Even if it's spending 'girl time' together.

moon and sunfolk bonding better with each other, that makes sense since initially they have more in common given them more things to bond over. it's not a hard and fast rule as Brighton and Twila are proof of that

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yo you think suns might be into something like fire dancing? I can see it.

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Brighton has the biggest smile when Selene asks him how to draw, FINALLY, oh he's so happy. Seeing how happy she is doing spray paint might soften his opinions on it. How can it not?