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[politijohn]

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Breaking the Sweat Barrier: Unveiling Advances in the Hyperhidrosis Treatment Market

The Hyperhidrosis Treatment Market is experiencing a transformative phase, offering hope to millions who grapple with excessive sweating. As medical understanding and technological innovations converge, the market is evolving to provide effective solutions that enhance the quality of life for those affected by this often-overlooked condition.

Hyperhidrosis: A Profound Impact on Daily Life

Excessive sweating, or hyperhidrosis, extends beyond the realms of ordinary perspiration, causing profound physical discomfort and emotional distress. From dampened palms that hinder social interactions to sweat-soaked clothing that affects self-confidence, hyperhidrosis can disrupt daily routines and mental well-being. The Hyperhidrosis Treatment Market acknowledges these challenges and is dedicated to improving the lives of individuals battling this condition.

Market Dynamics and Treatment Options

The Hyperhidrosis Treatment Market has witnessed significant growth as awareness about hyperhidrosis has increased. This growth is attributed to a range of treatment options that cater to varying degrees of severity. While topical treatments and antiperspirants offer relief for some, more advanced approaches like iontophoresis, Botox injections, and surgical interventions target excessive sweating at its root causes. Iontophoresis, for instance, utilizes electrical currents to reduce sweat gland activity, while Botox injections temporarily block nerve signals responsible for sweat production.

Advancements in Technology and Research

The convergence of medical research and technological innovation is reshaping the Hyperhidrosis Treatment Market. Emerging non-invasive techniques, such as microwave thermolysis  and laser therapy, offer precise and effective options with minimal downtime. These advancements not only provide targeted solutions but also underscore the market's commitment to improving patient experiences and outcomes.

Addressing the Stigma and Mental Health Impact

Hyperhidrosis not only affects physical well-being but also takes a toll on mental health. The embarrassment and self-consciousness associated with visible sweating can lead to anxiety and isolation. The Hyperhidrosis Treatment Market recognizes the significance of addressing both the physical symptoms and the emotional impact. Treatment providers and support networks are crucial in creating a safe space for individuals to discuss their experiences and seek appropriate solutions.

Future Prospects: A Life Unburdened by Excessive Sweating

As the Hyperhidrosis Treatment Market evolves, its trajectory is marked by optimism and progress. Ongoing research efforts seek to refine existing treatments and explore innovative avenues for managing hyperhidrosis. Additionally, patient education and awareness campaigns are vital in erasing the stigma surrounding excessive sweating and encouraging those affected to seek help without hesitation.

In conclusion, the Hyperhidrosis Treatment Market is a beacon of hope for individuals whose lives are hindered by excessive sweating. By offering diverse and evolving treatment options, the market is providing solutions that empower individuals to regain control of their lives and enhance their overall well-being. As research and technology continue to advance, the market's potential to redefine the experience of living with hyperhidrosis remains promising.

[neapenning]

Wherein March gets the gang together for a sleepover but doesn't get to participate

[midnight-mourning]

Siren's Curse (Of Bad Luck)

🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 13🐟🐟

this one was a treat bc i got to include pirates and i think you all know how much i enjoy pirates, also just a silly treat overall, enjoy!

Prompt: Hiiii Midnight!! :) For my request, Siren Reader trying to lure the boys to their death, but reader is really really bad at it. In their failure the three become really close. I want reader to be mad about it for a while too that they don't find them 'scary' after a while. The boys can be mers or human, does not matter.

DCFPU prompt used: Pirates

Word Count: 2214

will be posted to ao3 later this evening

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The waves around you lap lightly across your tail and against the rock upon which you sit. The moonlight above peeks through the clouds in streaks. It's serene, soothing, would lull you to sleep if you didn't know better. Because moment's like these usually don't last. 

And much to your total surprise, it doesn't. 

Out in the distance, a ship slinks across the horizon towards you. Even from here you can make out the chatter of its crew, the creaks and groans of the ship as it rocks against the waves. You sense the nervous energy which winds around each person aboard like a vice. Feel the nervous beats of their tender little hearts. Almost taste their fear. Good. As they should be. It makes things that much easier for you. 

You've got a bit of an excited thrill in you yourself. This is what you were waiting on. The night would have—admittedly—been boring without someone showing up with the hopes of trying to pass you. And some of your most fun was being able to lull them into a false sense of security before ultimately—well, you're getting ahead of yourself. 

Unable to wait, you dive down into the water below practically without a sound. You swim with ease over to the ship, popping up next to the hull. Now much closer, you can make out the distinct mutterings and mumblings of the crew. All worried about sirens and curses and more. All of it relating back to you. 

You want to give them a little scare. Really rattle them before the main event. You open your palm then drag your claws against the wooden hull, the loud, abrupt scratching sound it makes all but halts the conversation above. You muffle your own snickering. You wait a minute or so, until they've started talking just a little more again, then start to hum. 

At this, they delve into harsh whispers, someone shouts 'Siren! It's a siren!' before they're hushed. Enough's enough, you've had your fun, so you shift from humming to singing. 

You've done this so many times now it's easy, though by nature your song comes to you without effort. It rolls off your tongue as smooth as the finest of silks, soft as the breeze and gentle as the sea on a calm day. You sing with passion, you sing of desire, and you sing for those who need it. 

As you sing you slowly work your way up the side of the ship, clinging to the wood and ropes as you go. You'll try to pluck off which ones you can that are within your reach, that should give the rest enough of a hint to leave and never come back. 

You've made it up the edge, spying an entranced sailor right within your reach. You shift your song to be more directed at him, hand outstretching lovingly. You're about to take hold of him, drag him down with you—only for cold iron to be pressed to the side of your temple, followed by a click. 

You waver, startled, but still keep your song up, perhaps it's someone who's got a bit of cotton in their ears, trying to resist. No matter, they'll succumb soon enough. 

But your voice practically dies in your throat upon seeing who—or what, rather—is pointing a weapon at you.

A person who wears the clothes of a man but looks nothing like it. With skin the color of the sun and shiny metal in his exposed joints. There's no hair on his head, which is instead surrounded by large orange triangles—which are pierced with small rings, again like the rays of the sun. A hat sits upon his head, and with the rest of his dress you surmise he's likely the captain. Nothing like any captain you've ever seen.

He's not human, that's for sure. 

Nor is the other man—other... captain...?—that appears from behind him. 

You can only stare in amazement, confusion, and slight irritation at the two of them. Suddenly unable to muster your song. The remaining crew is still very much dazed, and would remain so for at least a little while. 

The one with the gun clears his throat. "Not very polite to come aboard a sailor's ship without permission, Little Fish."

You swallow, still trying to keep your words honeyed beneath your reply. 

"Not polite to point a gun at someone for doing so."

You hear a few clicks, they're coming from his head, you realize. "Trespassing."

You glance up to the black flag waving from the mast. "You're pirates."

"Even worse, then." He tsks.

"If I'm trespassing on your ship, you're trespassing in my waters."

Head tilt. "You own the sea?"

"Something like that. This bit of it anyway." You press your temple more against the gun, annoyed. 

"Perhaps you'd be interested in sharing?"

"Not really—"

The other man—who had a blue and white face with inhuman red eyes—suddenly steps forward, trying to take the pistol. "This is a waste of time, I'll handle this if you won't."

You suddenly begin singing again then, and still to your dismay there's no effect on either of them, but the others on board are still pulled under your song, and using this to your advantage are able to create a distraction that allows you to dive back down into the water below. 

When you emerge again a bit further away—and hopefully out of range—you look back to the ship, where the two from before now stand clutching the railing. 

"I'll consider this a mishap and let you live for now, but next time, don't count on being so lucky." You grin, diving under the waves though in reality, you're both frustrated and baffled. 

It must have just been a fluke. An odd happenstance. Those occur sometimes, right?

Right?

As you would come to find out, apparently that odd happenstance was a common happenstance. But one that only occured with those two in particular. 

Captain Sun and Captain Moon—as you'd come to learn—were entirely unaffected by your singing. Worryingly so. No, confoundedly annoyingly so. 

They would appear every couple of weeks, always trying to get past you and always failing. But not because they were enthralled by you, no it was only their crew that was affected by you. Which made this whole ordeal that much worse for you. You couldn't scare them off for long no matter what you did! The pirate ship continuing to blemish your waters like an ugly thorn in your side. 

But while that was utterly annoying, the part that bothered you the most specifically was that no matter how much you sang, how well you sang, or what song you used, it did absolutely nothing to them. They always told you it was because of what they were—automatons and not human beings—but you refused to accept that.

They seemed to find it amusing even, your efforts that is. Which only fueled your frustration and almost led to them succeeding one day. Too baffled and embarrassed that you practically croaked out several times before you could reorganize yourself. 

Though you admit, you think part of it may just simply be... fluster on your part. In the months since your first encounter, they've made conversation with you, starting brief, but growing longer with each passing visit. You think to them it’s almost a bit of a game. To you it’s... something else. 

The feeling's quite unfamiliar to you and you certainly don't like it. The way your heart sometimes flutters when Sun banters with you, or when Moon threatens you, no longer with the animosity he once held. How you can't seem to take your eyes off them with every added visit. Coupled with your inability to get them under your spell it all makes you angry. 

Angry at yourself, and certainly angry at them. 

Such anger simmers under the surface with this latest visit of theirs. They skip the formalities, as they have the past few times. Instead anchoring their ship further away and using a long boat to meet you in your usual spot. Just the two of them, of course. Rub it in even more that you have no effect on them. 

"Afternoon, Little Fish," Sun calls out to you as they approach. 

You spare him a brief wave, busy sharpening your claws against the rock. "Captain Sun, Captain Moon."

"Formal today aren't you?" Moon chides. "Is something the matter, Star?"

"Perhaps they're upset it's been so long since our last visit. Got bored out of their mind without us to pester them," Sun snickers. 

"The gift we have might lighten their mood then. Maybe they'll even let us pass."

"Now that's wishful thinking." 

At that they both laugh. It only serves to make your anger flare further. 

Your claws scrape against the rock, agitated, but collected. "I have no need for gifts. Nor the desire for them." You go so far as to turn away from them once they reach you, feeling hurt at the confirmation that you're just an obstacle to them. 

There's quiet behind you, only the sound of shifting mechanisms that you once found intriguing, alluring even. Now they only serve to remind you that you're no equal to them. 

The hand on your shoulder instinctively makes you want to turn and fight. The closeness unfamiliar, frightening. You resist, however, out of something called 'common courtesy' as Sun once described it. 

"Have we upset you?" Moon asks, tone now concerned. 

Another hand, this one clasping yours in your lap. "We're terribly sorry if that's the case."

This closeness, the false worry in their words, it strikes deep in your heart. Deeper than even the wound of your inability to charm them. 

"Do you know the reason why I won't allow you safe passage through here?" you ask them, soft.

Sun's chin rests on your shoulder. "Because you find it amusing?"

"Because we're pirates and you find that morally abhorrent?"

"It's because it's my home." You sigh, eyes trained on the waters in front of you. "And it's my duty to protect it for those who can't. To keep them safe. I sing for me, and my own entertainment, yes, to a point. But I also do it for them."

"Why are you telling us this?"

You turn to Moon, bitterness written across your face. "Because I'm making it clear to you that no amount of anything will get me to change my mind about letting you through. So, toy with my feelings all you like, but it won't make a lick of difference."

"Toy with your—Little Fish, is that really what you think?" Sun raises his hand from your shoulder, reaching up to turn you to face him. 

You swallow. "Of course it is. You've made it abundantly clear all you see me as is someone in your way. Not to mention how you've wounded my pride with your inhuman ability to resist my song."

"Well to our credit we're not human—" You hear metal hit metal behind you, and Sun flinches. "But that's beside the point. I apologize on both our behalves that you feel that way, Love. Because it's far from the truth I assure you."

Moon moves closer, gentle, unlike him. "We initially intended to slip by you, yes. But that was before we met you, got to know you. Began to care for you."

"Do you think if we were just using you we'd keep coming back?" Sun raises your hand to his face, pressing a kiss to it. "Do you think we'd be this close with you, so open?"

"Isn't this what normal humans or automatons do between friends?" you ask bluntly. 

They both seem to freeze for a moment, sharing a glance. Then, they start to snicker, before bursting with laughter. 

You feel your face heat up, Sun speaking to you between fits of hysterics. 

"Not-not in the slightest, Little Fish. I would never hold, kiss, or cherish someone I didn't adamantly love. I doubt Moon would either."

"I have no frame of reference, how was I supposed to know!" you bluster.

Both captains continue to laugh at your expense, while you continue to process what they've said. 

Again, your face feels warm. "So, all this time you've been... courting me? And I didn't even know?" Your hands come up to your face, groaning.

Moon snickers, arms wrapping around you. "You were too busy trying to lure us to our deaths." 

"Which, perhaps you'd have better luck with if you didn't have to contend against these." Sun reaches into his shirt and pulls out a chain with a bright green gem on the end. It reflects the light of the day intensely, so sparkly it burns. 

It takes you a moment, but then it clicks. You gape, expression souring. 

"That's cheating!" Despite the confirmation of your shared feelings just seconds ago you now have the desire to throttle the both of them.

Still, in the laughter you now share with each other, you feel a sense of peace, of completeness, that you'd never experienced before. You relish in it. 

And in getting to snatch up those pretty amulets they're wearing just to prove a point. 

Though, you've suddenly lost the voice to sing. 

What a pity.

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Thank you for the request @fishm0ther!! as i said very much had fun with it and i'm content with how it turned out ^^ thanks for reading!!

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[confusedmothboy]

I had a crazy crack idea where the YJs are Victorian era schoolgirls who are shipwrecked on a tropical island and Travis is a local merman.

The idea is is chewing on my brain

no wait ur onto something

okay so heres the altered premise: the wiskayok girls' high school soccer team was set to play chester girls' high in nova scotia. en route, they get blown north and wrecked on an uninhabited island on the eastern coast of newfoundland. after discovering a deserted innu village where they wait for rescue, they find that the art surviving in the ruins might have more truth to it than just local folklore.

sorry i kinda forgot about the tropical island part i just think it would be more interesting if they still had to deal with winters (and i needed a version of The Cabin out there so. gave em a whole village to be safe). also yes its not colored in but nat's corset is red because i said so. im a big fan of merman travis and i think its really funny they get wrecked on this spooky deserted island and the first thing they run into is an english (not french, not innu, not inuttitut) speaking merman named TRAVIS

what is yellowjackets even about bro 😭

[julykings]

i got melted.

[windchime-of-teeth]

kay kay- so this a my first pass at trying to define the style and features of the five great sects and specific families in mdzs- starting with the wei family and the clothing of an average inner sect disciple! i mostly referenced fashion between the warring states period and tang dynasty and i focused on backing up specific stylistic choices from the donghua with garments that match the lifestyle and image of the sect.

design notes below cut:

- cangse sanren has a relatively flat nose, silver eyes, thin arched eyebrows, dimples, curly hair, prominent cheekbones, and a smirk- she’s supposed to look cheerful warm and mischievous

- wei cangze has a thinner face and longer sharper nose, warm black and deep set eyes, straight warm toned hair, long eyelashes, yunmeng style braids, and a prominent mole beneath his lip- he’d supposed to look reliable and sharply intelligent with a clipper temperament than cssr

- wei ying is mostly supposed to look like his mother, inheriting most of her coloration and major traits, but he has a few small thugs from his father, namely a warmer hair and eye color, his mole, and his deeper set eyes- i wanted to make it obviously visible that wwx is cssr’s son and subtler that he’s wxz’s to make madam yu’s fears a bit less silly (cause he looks almost exactly like his dad in the animation)

- i’m attempting to develop a distinct visual identity for each major sect based off of available textiles, stylistic decisions, and environmental restrictions + the unique techniques and culture of each sect and how it would impact the builds and fighting styles of the disciples

- ultimately, i’d like to make each sects clothing recognizable in both silhouette and without color and i’d like to see the characters faces distinguished by more than hairstyle and eye color!

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

I will never recover from the knowledge that thymoma generally has a very high survival rate, and in most cases that it becomes fatal, the patient has unknowingly lived with the cancer for years. There's a chance that Wilson was sick for half the series and didn't even know it.

[jasperthejester]

me: finally accepting theres a good chance im autistic and starting to work up the courage to ask my parents to see if i could get a diagnoses but being scared to

my mom: do you ever think you have adhd? if you want to do a screening for add next time your at the doctors you can

me:

[starboardharpy]

Tina Kwee does in fact have two hands

I am fistfighting artblock 🤼‍♂️

[ominousgradient]

Snotlout & Fishlegs

[eatmoresoupss]

i need to finish my current writing after i finish all my exams but i have another idea for a fic. i’m in a weird space where i want to connect what i research to my obsession w batman stuff. so like, bruce wayne gets primary progressive aphasia (a typically early onset form of dementia that affects only language skills at first). a LOT below the cut.

no one notices because batman’s already very uncommunicative and quiet typically, but he’s losing his grasp on his words, he can’t get them out. he knows them but can’t find them. and bruce already has anger issues so they increase. current canon so alfred’s dead, but maybe a little in the future and damian’s a med student on a neuro rotation and starts seeing this? everyone else is frustrated because they think bruce is falling into old old habits of yell/punch/grunt including damian at first but then he starts making Connections. damian’s secretly talking to his neuro lead and asking the radiologists what PPA looks like on an MRI. maybe bruce gets a little paranoid because he thinks damian’s sneaking around and stuck in his own frustrations thinks damian’s up to something. cue confrontation which ends with damian threatening his dad into getting into the fucking mri/see a neurologist or i won’t talk to you again.

then it’s like “oh” and bruce is distraught bc there’s no way around this. his brain is just degenerating, there’s not really a cure. he sees no point in therapy or treatment to help w the symptoms because it’s still going to eventually kill him. he tries to keep it a secret, tries to get damian to keep it a secret.

damian of course doesn’t want to, and is frustrated w bruce’s lack of perseverance. like father you’re fucking batman. but damain can’t get through to him so he has to bring in the big guns. maybe dick? dick or someone is able to smack sense into him, and bruce works really hard in speech therapy to manage the symptoms. maybe cass and bruce have a moment reflecting on language deprivation and loss.

a big part of PPA treatment is script training where patients work w speech language pathologists to make scripts about things important to them/things they want to be able to say. bruce makes a script for each of his kids. it’s bittersweet because the first time bruce can really communicate with his kids is when his ability to literally communicate is going to deteriorate. i wouldn’t want to end the fic w death, maybe with bruce saying all the scripts to his kids? which would be hard for everyone because another big part of aphasia treatment is to try to not interrupt, especially with scripts, so each kid has to actually sit quietly while bruce talks. it’s burns them inside but bruce’s words are for the first time rigorously planned to explain his emotions and love for his children instead of rigorously planned to trick/deceive like he does as batman/playboy bruce

i’d want all the wayne kids (also maybe steph) to have like a big moment but i’m not sure. maybe with tim he wants bruce to try out something experimental/magical to fix it and gets mad when bruce won’t. (i don’t know much abt tim but ik he’s mr. bruce is still alive ill work w ra’s and he tried to clone his friend). maybe tim tries to leave and bruce has to finally be like “i want you here. i just want you here” which touches on tim’s imposter syndrome stuff

maybe jason to address the idea that kids feel like they have to forgive their terminal parents? he’s still mad and doesn’t forgive bruce but he has either an internal/external force saying he should bc bruce’s dementia will eventually kill him. and in the end he loves bruce but doesn’t forgive him and they both have to accept that.

more w cassie maybe they have a passing of the cowl moment and it’s heartwarming but sad. bruce is giving up batman because of his loss of language and cass’s first steps towards finding her personhood were both the bats and language.

another damian bc i’m biased but like bruce reflecting on damian setting off this series of events. damian who bruce had visions of destroying gotham and the world and who he thought was a plot to destroy him. damian who is now the son that saved him, and set him on this journey. and bruce would also be forced to finally listen to damian, it’s much harder for him to interrupt, and realizing damian’s sweetness and humor and compassion and personality. parallel batman vs robin where now it’s bruce who asks damian to forgive him and damian’s the one who says i already have (because damian is different then jason, damian’s quicker to forgive and both are okay)

for dick i’m honestly not sure what i’d do, maybe dick knowing bruce so well after years and years and being the best at understanding him but also dick who’s relationship with bruce is so so complicated and now only one of them has the words to describe it.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

I’ve been working on Vil’s “slap the overblot out of him” fanfic. I apologize for the delay. Unfortunately, my research paper takes precedence. However, I was unsatisfied with my writing so I’ve been revamping it. MC has become much sassier than I anticipated. It’s hilarious, but I’m not sure how I’m going to add a lot of fluff. I’m sure it will come in time, but it amused me and I wanted to share.

I also thought I would also give u an update on my other fanfics and ideas. All for Vil of course lol

The other fanfic I’m working on has a lot more soft fluff. It’s the one where the MC accidentally insults Vil because they think it’s a traditional Pomefiore greeting. That one’s funny and cute. MC treats him like a normal human. It’s a nice change of pace for our beautiful dorm leader. He’s used to being treated as untouchable. However, it’s lonely at the top. Vil is touched starved in this one. Also MC borrows Rook’s hat. You’ve gained the favor of our favorite hunters. Look forward to its release lol.

The other Vil fanfic I have is the body swap one. Even thinking about it brings a devious smile to my lips. It fulfills my deep fantasies of beating Vil at his own game. I want to show him that he could do better. He blames the acting industry for pigeonholing him into villain roles. While that’s certainly part of it, he can put in some work to change his circumstances. He’s not helpless.

In that one, Rook is a main and central character. I love Rook. He’s a hoot. I’m glad he’s a main character. As you know, he’s a valuable asset. The man knows Vil better than Vil himself. If you want an accurate, unbiased judge of your Vil imitation, he’s your boy. He agrees to work with you because he also wants Vil to realize he’s being too narrow minded.

The entire body swap fanfic is just one big power move. It makes me grin. I hope you all are as excited about my idea as I am lol

[ottern0t]

(Tiny cw- nonsexual nudity) Context: i headcanon all timelords are intersex and ten got human dysphoria from being on earth so long

[arcticsilence]

my humble stack of polar (+adjacent) books + the side view that immediately shows which ones i've read lmao

[duckiemimi]

dandadan fills the well-written-female-characters shaped hole in my heart.