#Susten Gel

[shdo-xplosion]

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02 <- ☼ -> 04

warnings: 1.6k, captivity, restraints, non-con, forced orgasms, forced lactation, fingering, exhibitionism/voyeurism, toys, fisting, gape, orgasm torture

notes: this one took me a while because i could not find a good place to write it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but here ya go! this is gross! (also i have zero experience with lactation, but this is sci-fi so let’s just pretend)

tags: @ssplague @makepastanotwar13 @kaidabakugou @kiarathace @kllrkitty @itachiwho @siempre-entre-dos-opciones-blog @clerdecat

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You don’t know how long it is before Kat returns, no way to tell when it’s day or night (or even if this planet has days and nights, how long they may last). A different alien had come in some time ago to clean you, or so you assume. It had spread some sort of gel over the exposed parts of your body, the substance tingling then drying by itself.

The creature had also given you something, held a gun shaped object to your thigh, aimed right at your femoral artery, and shot you with what you guess to be sustenance considering the way your appetite was suddenly satiated.

Despite not feeling as drained as before, headache and stomach cramps having subsided, your heart drops when you see Kat walk in followed by two others that you vaguely recognize from when your crew had first arrived.

He thinks their names before you have to ask, and the closest you can get is Deku and Kiri. Both are even larger than Kat, a fact that makes you swallow nervously. He had told you he would find better ways to stretch you. Is this how? Are they going to…?

No. They’re just here to watch.

Also scary but not as bad as it could be.

Kat fiddles with the panel behind you again, tightening restraints, spreading your legs, just like last time. You already know that any struggling is useless, so you focus more on your breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

The device on your chest has been active for some time, and though Kat doesn’t adjust anything on that, he does uncoil two clear tubes—the ones you saw attached to Kendou, and connects them to the smaller ones that sit right over your nipples.

I’ve never been pregnant… you won’t be able to get anything from me, you try, knowing damn well that pregnancy isn’t the only way to induce lactation.

I’m sure we’ll get plenty, Kat thinks with a huff.

You feel the machine initiate a light suction that makes you bite your lip, and when Kat walks around you to take up his place between your legs, you can see the smirk on his face.

A new set of tools is brought out this time, similar balls and speculum but other items that vary in size. They look very similar to a certain kind of toy you used to pleasure yourself with at home, except you never tried to use anything as big as some of these. Two of the oblong shapes look doable, but after that they start to get… intimidating.

You tense at the first touch, fingers tracing up and down your folds.

You either relax now or I make you, he tells you. Threatens you, more like.

You don’t doubt him. He learned how to unravel you last time, and judging by the way his finger lightly circles your clit, he retained all that information.

He teases for a little while, speaking to his comrades in their native tongue. Part of you wishes you could understand what he’s saying while another part is glad you can’t. Who knows what he’s telling them about you and your pussy?

You want to cry when you feel yourself throb, know that Kat can feel your wetness when he pushes a finger into your heat.

Like I told you… relaxed. He must be referring to the way your legs stop trembling.

It doesn’t feel good, doesn’t feel good, you repeat more to yourself than to him. Natural reaction, biological response. You need these reminders. You need to know that it isn’t the alien who’s making your skin hot, making you want more.

Kat adds another finger, scissors them, pulls out only to stretch your hole with different digits. He grunts something and you hear heavy footsteps, the other two creatures coming closer in order to watch, to look inside of you.

You clench your muscles as if it’ll do anything to hide your intimacy, but all it does is make the first bit of slick leak out of you. All three aliens make curious noises, something more appreciative coming from Kat when he rubs a finger through your folds, gathering the liquid.

To your horror, he raises his finger to his face to sniff it, examining it for a moment before poking his forked tongue out and licking it.

Deku and Kiri are suddenly shouting at him in alarm. Maybe they think it’s poison, a defense mechanism. That’s an amusing idea.

Taste good, Kat thinks, and you’re horrified at the pleasure that rolls through you. You don’t want him to enjoy the taste. Fuck, what if it makes him want to eat you?

I just might. His mouth is lifted up on one side, the edge of a fang poking out.

He uses the speculum first, stretching you slowly, so slowly, until your hole is opened wide enough for him to slide one of the long shapes inside of you. There’s even room to spare, prompting him to switch the tool for a bigger one. You feel the speculum against your walls rather than the insert, but that changes when Kat removes both to replace them with the next size up.

You moan, eyes squeezed shut. This is all I can take, you think to yourself. I can’t fit anything bigger.

Yeah, you can.

Kat moves the tool in and out of you, fucking you with it as your noises rise in volume and pitch. Oh, it feels good. It feels too good, and it only gets better when he flicks your clit. Your arousal streams down your folds and ass followed by squirt when Kat begins moving faster.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” It comes out as a whisper. You don’t want any of them to hear. Not that it matters since they—or at least Kat—knows what you’re thinking.

Another, girthier tool (at this point you feel they’re more like toys) takes the other’s place, and tears prick your eyes as you feel your flesh stretch even more. You have no idea how wide your hole is at this point, but you do know you’ve never had something this big inside of you. You also know you’ve never experienced the sensation you’re feeling in your tits.

Kat has enough understanding to go slowly, keep working your muscles and not just shove into you. You’re embarrassingly wet, letting the toy slide in and out of you with ease, and soon you’re even trying to buck into it.

You’re close to an orgasm. You can feel it building inside of you. And then it disappears when Kat stops pumping, leaving the tool inside of you and watching as you whimper and clench around it.

Push it out, he commands. I wanna see your cunt work.

You whine out loud and sniffle, unable to mask your shameful thought: but I don’t want it out of me.

Push it out and I’ll make you cum.

Bearing down as best you can, you groan and push, again feeling how large the object is as it slowly slides out of you. When it falls between your legs you let out a sob, inhaling raggedly when Kat touches you again. Fingers delve inside of you but it’s only to open you up. No part of his hands are touching, and though you can’t see what he sees, you know you must be stretched obscenely wide.

The three aliens peer into your guts, and you’ve never felt more exposed. You’re morbidly curious at your state, what Kat has done to your pussy, and in a silent answer to your question he releases your folds and begins pushing fingers into you. Two… three… four… oh god, five… and you take another without issue. You must be gaping, loose enough to—Christ, he starts fisting you. His whole hand is inside of you, making squirt splash out of your cunt. The way your body greedily takes what he’s giving you is absurd, and the way it makes you climb closer to your peak is even more so.

Wanna feel you clench around me. Can you do that?

You nod, back arching. He’s literally bruising your insides, and you’re loving it.

When you cum, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. Your hole opens wider as if begging for Kat to push further, and a geyser of fluid sprays from between your legs. At the same time, you feel a tightness in your nipples as milk is pushed from them. Your jaw drops open in awe as you watch the white droplets get sucked up the tubing attached to you. He was right. It actually worked.

Could play with your cunt all day, Kat thinks as you take a shuddering breath. I think I might.

You feel weak as you raise your head to look at him, your face sticky with drying tears. I don’t…

He wiggles his fingers inside of you, cutting off any argument you thought you had.

There’s no way to tell how long he’s there with you, long enough for Kiri and Deku to grow bored and leave, but Kat stays, making you cum again. And again. And again.

The table is drenched and so are you and so is he, your juices dripping down his chest and into his lap. You cry and beg him to stop, so lightheaded, so sore. Every orgasm is paired with lactation. The first couple climaxes only produce drops at a time, but eventually you’re spewing enough milk to coat the tubes. All you want to do is hold your tender breasts, cover your nipples and soothe them, but it’s not an option. Instead Kat just keeps making you cum, keeps milking you, until all that’s left for you to do is pass out.

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Midnight and The Light

Bucky Barnes Vampire!AU Story

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is a vampire detective working for the London police to cover up murders done by his own people. One day his world turns upside down when a female detective is assigned to work with him.

For some reason his mind bending power doesn't work on her, making his job harder and the mystery intrigued him. Who is she? But more importantly, what is she? Will he figure it out?

Chapters : 2/10 (May add more)

Chapter list >

Warning : violence and murder depiction

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Chapter 2

The night was still young when James drove back to his apartment. His conversation with Y/n earlier that evening made him even more intrigued and curious about her and a thought crossed his mind that maybe, just maybe, he knew what she was and he couldn't wait to find the facts that can back it up.

As far as he knew the only ones who were immune to his powers were supernatural beings like him. Never humans. So she must not be human. At least not fully.

She couldn't be a werewolf because they usually smell bad and he would have smelled it from feet away. On the other hand, she smelled good to him. Underneath the layer of fruity perfume and the scent of jasmine from probably the shower gel she used, he could pick up her signature scent, which was not like the usual humans he had encountered.

She couldn't be a faerie either because they’re usually overly cheery and happy. She was not like that even though she seemed to emit a faerie-like aura in his eyes.

So the only other supernatural being he knew was a vampire, like himself. But she seemed to lack the coldness a vampire usually has. There was only one possibility and that was she was a half-vampire. Something rare but he had encountered several times before. 

Of course he couldn't confront her right up. If she was one, there was always a chance she was sent by him or by another coven - to do what, he wasn't sure. And if she wasn't, he was just going to terrify her and he didn't want that. The conversation with her made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a long while and he was hoping to continue to forge a connection with her and see where it goes. He didn't realize how lonely he had been, but being with her that evening made him realize that.

He returned to his sleek, modern apartment, the city lights casting a gentle glow through the large windows. He took off the gloves he always wore whenever he went out and poured himself a glass of sheep blood, the only sustenance that could satisfy his natural hunger.

Despite being a vampire and having an appetite for human blood, his heart couldn't take feeding on other humans. Even from the beginning he had an unnatural ability to resist feeding on humans and could satisfy himself with animal blood. He was what the vampire community would call a vegetarian vampire, a term that started with him three hundred years ago. After that there were more vegetarian vampires that emerged, but they were the minority. 

His ability to resist feeding on humans was what kept him on his job. Mingling among humans day in and day out was something not a lot vampires can do without triggering their appetite. So it was dangerous for them. But to James, it was weirdly easy. 

He picked the glass of sheep blood and settled into his study, a room filled with various monitors and documents. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Y/n and the peculiar resistance he had encountered.

He turned on his laptop and began searching through his contacts and databases. His vampire connections were vast, spanning both human and supernatural networks, but he was careful to use them discreetly. He needed to find out more about Y/n without alerting her or anyone else.

Pulling up Y/n’s professional records, James scrutinized her work history and personal background. Everything appeared normal—solid career, reputable institution—nothing out of the ordinary.

Frustrated, James contacted a few trusted informants. “I need information on any unusual half-bloods,” he said into his phone. “Nothing major, just a feeling I have.”

The responses were vague. “You know how it is,” one informant said. “Half-bloods tend to fly under the radar. Can’t say I’ve heard anything recent.”

James hung up, his frustration growing. He accessed a more obscure database he kept for special cases, searching for patterns or anomalies. He noted the historical cases of half-bloods with traits similar to Y/n’s: unusual eye colors, enhanced observation skills, and a unique aura.

One file caught his eye: a case from several decades ago involving a half-blood with similar characteristics. The file was incomplete, but the similarities between the individual and Y/n were striking. James felt a growing sense of urgency. He needed to verify his suspicions and find out if Y/n truly was a half-blood.

—

The next morning, James met Y/n at the headquarters. She greeted him with a curious smile, her eyes bright despite the early hour.

“Ready for another day of detective work?” she asked, her tone light but serious.

“Absolutely,” James replied, trying to mask his inner tension. “We’ve got a new case.”

They went over the details of the latest murder—a young woman found in an alley, her death bearing similarities to the previous case they had investigated. It was a murder done by another one of his kind and he had done what he usually did at the crime scene to cover up their tracks. 

As they examined the crime scene a little later on that day, James observed Y/n closely.

“You’re very perceptive,” James remarked as Y/n noted an unusual detail—a faint trace of a rare chemical substance.

Y/n looked up, a hint of surprise in her eyes. “Thanks. I’ve been trying to piece together patterns in these cases.”

James studied her reactions and her ability to pick up on subtle clues. “You have a knack for this,” he said, his voice carrying an edge of genuine admiration. “How did you get so skilled?”

Y/n shrugged, a smile playing on her lips. “I guess it’s just something I’ve always been good at. Maybe it’s a mix of instinct and training. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” James replied smoothly. “Just curious. Sometimes people have unique skills that they don’t even realize are special.”

Y/n’s gaze lingered on him. “Like you? You seem to have a knack for solving cases.”

James chuckled softly, feeling a bit of warmth in her gaze. “Something like that.”

As they continued to work, James tried once more to subtly influence Y/n. “You know, it’s possible this murder is just a coincidence,” he said, focusing on her with his penetrating gaze.

Y/n met his eyes, her expression unchanging. “I don’t think so,” she said firmly. “There are too many similarities to ignore.”

James’s attempts to sway her mind were met with resistance. Her resolve seemed to counteract his influence. “You’re really steadfast,” he said, his curiosity growing. “I admire that.”

Later, as they sat in the headquarter’s break room, James decided to approach the subject more directly. “So, how’s the case treating you? Finding anything interesting?”

Y/n leaned back, looking thoughtful. “It’s challenging, but I think we’re getting closer. I’ve been finding some patterns that don’t quite fit the usual profiles.”

James’s mind raced with possibilities. “Patterns like what?”

“Like the chemical trace we found at the scene,” Y/n explained. “It’s not something you see every day. It could be a clue to something bigger.”

James nodded, trying to mask his growing concern. “You’re onto something, I can tell. But don’t get too attached to any theories until we have more evidence.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes reflecting both curiosity and caution. “I’ll keep that in mind. But I have a feeling there’s more to this than meets the eye.”

James nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. He needed to have more opportunities to figure her out and to try and sway her mind. “I think we’ve made some progress today. How about we grab dinner and discuss our findings?” 

Y/n looked at him, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “Sure, sounds good. But don’t think you’re off the hook with those questions about me.”

James smiled, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. “I wouldn��t dream of it.”

—

The dim light of the restaurant flickered gently across James’s face as he and Y/n settled into their corner booth. The atmosphere was intimate, with jazz softly playing in the background. As James poured wine into their glasses, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the evening held more than just casual conversation.

“So, Y/n,” James began, leaning forward slightly, his gaze intense yet inviting, “what else drew you to detective work? Aside from wanting to fight injustice? Which I think is admirable but.. I’m sure that's not the only reason.”

Y/n took a sip of her wine, her eyes reflecting the candlelight. “I’ve always been drawn to solving mysteries. There’s something thrilling about uncovering the truth, no matter how elusive it might be.”

James’s eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. “Thrilling, you say. And what about your past? Any peculiar experiences or moments that shaped your path?”

Y/n’s smile faltered just a touch, her gaze dropping to her glass. “My family had different plans for me, you could say. They wanted me in a more traditional role. But I chose this path because it felt right.”

James leaned back, studying her. “And your childhood? Anything unusual?”

Y/n’s eyes met his, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face. “Why the sudden interest in my past?”

“Just trying to understand what makes you tick,” James said smoothly. “Sometimes our past can reveal hidden strengths or talents.”

Y/n shrugged. “I had a typical childhood—supportive family, some struggles, but nothing out of the ordinary.”

James’s mind was racing. He was searching for patterns, something that would explain her resistance to his influence. “You seem well-adjusted despite the challenges. It’s not always easy to defy expectations.”

Y/n’s gaze softened. “I guess it’s just a matter of following your instincts and staying true to yourself.”

James’s attraction to Y/n grew stronger with every word she spoke. Her presence was magnetic, her voice soothing yet compelling, her bright smile was like the sun breaking through the storm in his heart. He couldn’t help but be drawn to her, much like he had been to his former fiancée before he became a vampire. The pain of their separation still lingered, and the feelings he had for Y/n were both surprising and intense.

“So, tell me,” James said, his voice low, “what do you do when you’re not working?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up. “I love reading and hiking. I also have a fascination with history. There’s something captivating about learning from the past.”

James smiled, genuinely interested. “That’s intriguing. History can indeed offer valuable insights into our world.”

As the conversation continued, James noticed how Y/n’s eyes seemed to change color in the light, one blue and one light brown with streaks of dark brown. They held a depth that he couldn’t quite place, drawing him in further. The more he watched her, the more he felt a connection that was both intense and unfamiliar.

“Do you ever feel like there’s something more to your life?” James asked, trying to probe deeper. “Like you’re part of something bigger?”

Y/n’s gaze was steady, her eyes searching his. “Sometimes, yes. I think we all have moments when we question if there’s a greater purpose.”

James’s heart quickened. Her words resonated with him in a way he hadn’t experienced in centuries. “It’s curious how some people come into our lives and change everything. Have you ever felt that way?”

Y/n’s smile was wistful. “I’ve had moments where I felt like someone or something was guiding me, but it’s hard to explain.”

James felt a pang of longing. “It’s interesting how connections can be so profound, even when we don’t fully understand them.”

Their conversation grew more intimate as the evening wore on. James tried to maintain a casual demeanor, but he couldn’t ignore the growing sense of urgency he felt. He was becoming increasingly convinced that Y/n was a half-vampire, but he needed more than just feelings—he needed evidence.

As they finished their meal, James couldn’t help but wanting to know her more, both to figure out the mystery on how she could defy her powers, and also to enjoy her company, much to his surprise. “Would you be open to discussing the case again? There’s still a lot to uncover, and I’d like to hear your thoughts.”

Y/n’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Sure, I’d be happy to. There’s a lot we need to figure out.”

James smiled, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Great. I look forward to it.”

“One more thing though.” Y/n said, her eyes twinkled.

“What is it?” James asked, arching his eyebrows.

“What's with the gloves?” Y/n asked, her eyes darted to his gloved hands.

James’ eyebrows knitted together as he racked his brain for a believable answer. “Poor circulation.” He finally replied and he was met with Y/n’s arched eyebrows.

“Interesting.” Y/n replied and he smiled.

As they parted ways outside the restaurant, James couldn’t shake the undeniable attraction he felt for her. For a split second he contemplated on asking to walk her to her apartment and hoping that maybe she would invite him in. But he realized it was too soon. So he reluctantly walked the other direction, realizing that he also needed to start monitoring the night for any rogue vampires.

—

The moon hung low, casting eerie shadows across the desolate street. Y/n's footsteps echoed off the damp pavement as she walked briskly towards her apartment. The night air was unusually cold, sending shivers down her spine. The once-comforting hum of the city seemed distant, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake.

Every so often, she would glance over her shoulder, her instincts prickling with a sense of being watched. She quickened her pace, her anxiety growing with each step. The alley ahead, usually just a shortcut, now loomed like a dark, foreboding maw.

As she neared the entrance of the alley, a flicker of movement caught her eye. She stopped abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. Shadows danced along the walls, but nothing seemed out of place. Trying to calm herself, she took a deep breath and continued forward, her unease intensifying.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the darkness, emerging like a predator from its lair. His eyes glowed with a malevolent hunger, and his smile, full of sharp fangs, sent a chill down her spine. 

“Evening, love,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “You’re just the meal I was looking for.”

Y/n's heart raced as she took an instinctive step back, her breath catching in her throat. “Stay away from me!”

The vampire’s grin widened. Without warning, he lunged with a speed that defied human capability. Y/n barely had time to react as he grabbed her arm with a grip that felt like icy chains. She tried to wrench free, but the vampire’s hold was unyielding.

Fear surged through her as she struggled against his strength. The vampire’s eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as he pressed closer, his fangs bared. She could feel his cold breath against her neck, and the terror of being bitten overwhelmed her.

In a desperate bid for survival, Y/n flailed her arm, managing to catch the vampire off-guard. A burst of raw, uncontrollable energy erupted from her, throwing the vampire backward into a pile of discarded crates with a loud crash. The impact echoed through the alley, and the vampire’s surprised curse filled the air.

Y/n stood, trembling, trying to make sense of the power she had unleashed. Before she could process what had happened, the vampire was on his feet again, his eyes burning with anger and confusion. 

“You’re not just a regular human, are you?” he snarled, his voice a dangerous growl.

Before Y/n could answer, the shadows shifted once more, and James appeared. His presence was commanding, his expression a mix of urgency and resolve. Without a word, he moved with a speed that seemed almost otherworldly, closing the distance between himself and the vampire in an instant.

James tackled the rogue vampire with brutal force, slamming him into the brick wall with a resounding thud. The vampire’s eyes widened in shock as James’s hands locked around his throat, his grip unyielding. 

“You picked the wrong person to mess with,” James growled, his voice echoing with authority.

The vampire’s struggles became frantic as he clawed at James’s hands, but James’s grip only tightened. With a swift, calculated motion, James lifted the vampire off the ground and slammed him back down, causing a visible tremor in the alley. The vampire gasped, trying to regain his bearings.

James’s attacks were methodical and relentless. He delivered a series of powerful blows—each punch landing with devastating impact. The vampire attempted to retaliate, but James’s superior strength and skill left him reeling. The alley was filled with the sounds of their violent struggle: the thud of fists, the crack of bone, and the vampire’s pained grunts.

With a final, decisive move, James grabbed the vampire by the head and twisted violently. The sickening crack of bone echoed through the alley as James snapped the vampire’s neck with a powerful, deliberate motion. The rogue vampire slumped to the ground, his body lifeless.

James stood over the fallen vampire, his breathing heavy but controlled. The alley was silent now, save for the distant hum of city life.

Turning to Y/n, James’s expression softened with a mix of concern and relief. “Are you alright?”

Y/n, still shaking and wide-eyed, nodded slowly. “I—yes, I think so. But what was that? Who was he?”

James’s gaze was serious. “He was a rogue vampire. I had to intervene because you were in serious danger.”

Y/n’s face paled as she absorbed the reality of the situation. “So you’re…?”

“Yes,” James admitted, his voice steady. “I’m a vampire. And it’s possible you have some vampire heritage yourself. That’s why my abilities didn’t work on you.”

Y/n’s expression was a mix of fear and confusion. “Your abilities?”

“Yes, I have a mind bending ability. Something you might have picked up on.” James explained and her eyes grew wide.

“I need to know more. What does this mean for me?” She asked, her voice trembling.

James took a step closer, his eyes filled with a blend of empathy and urgency. “There’s a lot to explain, but for now, we need to get you somewhere safe. We’ll talk more about this soon.”

As James guided Y/n away from the alley, the night felt even more oppressive, its dark secrets now laid bare. The weight of new revelations and the dangerous world she had been thrust into hung heavily in the air. 

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Y/n fumbled with her keys as they reached her apartment door. Her hands were trembling, her mind racing with what had just transpired. She could barely register the world around her as her thoughts kept replaying the sight of James effortlessly snapping the vampire’s neck. The reality of what he was, what he could do, was crashing down on her with suffocating weight.

James followed behind, his steps silent but his presence overwhelming. As Y/n opened the door and stepped inside, she hesitated for a moment, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel him behind her, watching, waiting. She didn’t know whether to feel safe or terrified.

She stepped into the dimly lit apartment, not bothering to turn on the lights. “You can sit,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She moved to the kitchen area, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the kettle, needing something—anything—to keep her hands busy. 

James stayed by the door for a moment, his sharp senses picking up her rapid heartbeat, the uneven breathing. She was on the verge of panic. He could feel it, the fear radiating off her in waves, and it pained him in a way he didn’t expect. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. Not her.

“Y/n...” His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated predator he had been moments ago. He took a step toward her, moving cautiously as though approaching a wounded animal. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Y/n turned sharply, her eyes wide, filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. “You just… killed him. You—” Her voice cracked, and she took a sharp breath, trying to calm the rising panic.

“He was going to kill you,” James said softly, his hands held up in a placating gesture. “I had no choice.”

Her breath came faster, on the verge of hyperventilating, as she backed up against the counter. “But you’re—” She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “You’re a vampire.”

James closed the distance between them, slowly, deliberately. His presence was calm, soothing, and he made sure his voice was even and steady. “Yes, I am. But I swear to you, I’m not your enemy.”

She shook her head, barely able to process his words, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I don’t know what to believe right now.”

James took another step closer, so close now that he could see the fine tremor in her hands. “Look at me.” His voice was firm but gentle. “I need you to breathe, Y/n. Deep breaths.”

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, and something in his gaze—the calm, the steady warmth—gave her the slightest bit of reassurance. She tried to take a breath, shakier than she wanted, but it was a start.

“Good,” James encouraged, his voice low, soothing. He reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a gentle hand on her arm. Despite the gloves he was wearing, the contact sent a jolt through him—electric, magnetic. The pull toward her was stronger than anything he’d felt in centuries, but he held himself back. Now wasn’t the time. He needed her to trust him. “I know this is overwhelming, but you’re safe with me.”

Y/n nodded slowly, though the fear still lingered in her eyes. “I don’t understand any of this.”

James took a breath, fighting the instinct to pull her closer, to wrap his arms around her and shield her from the confusion and fear. Instead, he released her arm and stepped back slightly, giving her space. “Let me explain.”

She watched him warily as he moved toward the couch and sat, leaving the decision up to her. After a long pause, Y/n followed him to the living room, sitting on the edge of the chair opposite him, her posture stiff.

“I’m a vampire,” James started, keeping his tone soft. “I’ve been one for over three hundred years. I was born human, just like you, in London in the 1700s. I worked as a detective, solving cases much like the ones we’ve been working on.”

Y/n listened in stunned silence, her fear ebbing slightly as the shock of his words replaced it. She shook her head, trying to grasp what he was saying. “But… how?”

James’s jaw tightened for a moment, the memory of that fateful night flashing through his mind. “The vampire leader singled me out. He saw my skills as a detective and decided he wanted me to work for him. Without my consent, he turned me into a vampire. I had no say in it.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “He just… turned you? Without asking?”

James nodded grimly. “Yes. After that, I was forced to work for the vampire community, covering up their tracks, hiding their existence from humans. It’s what I’ve been doing for the past three centuries.”

Her expression turned to one of horror. “That’s… horrible. You had no choice?”

“None,” James said, his voice laced with the weight of centuries of regret. “But I made the best of it. I’ve tried to protect humans, to keep the supernatural world from spilling over into the one you know. It’s my way of atoning for what I was made into.”

Y/n looked away, her mind racing. “And now you think… what? That I’m part of this world too?”

James leaned forward, his gaze intense but filled with concern. “I’m not sure what you are yet, but tonight, when you fought that vampire… you displayed abilities that aren’t human. You’re stronger, faster, more resilient. My guess is that you’re a half-vampire, though you may not even know it.”

Her eyes snapped back to him, wide with shock. “Half-vampire? That’s impossible. I’m just… me.”

“Maybe you are,” James said softly. “But there’s something more to you, Y/n. And I want to help you figure out what that is.”

The room fell into a heavy silence. Y/n’s mind was reeling, her whole world tilting on its axis. She stared at James, searching for answers, but all she found was that same magnetic pull—the undeniable connection she felt, even through her fear.

James felt it too, stronger than ever. The way she looked at him, even in her disbelief, made him want to close the distance between them, to feel her warmth, her pulse against his cold skin. He could barely stop himself from reaching out, from leaning in.

But he held back.

Now wasn’t the time. She needed answers, not confusion.

“I’ll protect you,” he promised quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “No matter what happens. I’ll help you figure this out, and I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Y/n’s gaze softened slightly, her fear still present but now mixed with something else—trust, perhaps. “Why are you helping me?”

James hesitated for a moment, unable to say what he truly felt. The connection, the pull, the way she made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t in centuries. Instead, he said, “Because it’s the right thing to do. You didn’t ask for this, just like I didn’t.”

She looked at him for a long time, studying his face, the weight of his words sinking in. Finally, she nodded, the smallest hint of trust forming in her eyes. “Okay. I’ll trust you.”

The words were simple, but they held a power James hadn’t felt in years. Trust. Something so fragile, yet so valuable. And with it came a promise—one he would keep.

“Thank you,” he said softly, unable to hide the slight relief in his voice.

They sat there in the dim light, the air between them charged with unspoken feelings. Neither of them acknowledged it, but both could feel it—a connection, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Chapter 3 >

[squeakitties]

Obsessed with Mia and Love your art! Would love to hear more about what changes her body goes through and what it physically feels like for her (transformation and just everyday living)

ok :)

for her transformation, she was given a series of special painkillers, muscle relaxers and healing promoters before entering the facility. the suit and mask was bonded to her body with a permanent adhesive, and the mask had a massive gag on the inside, rendering her mute. arms and hydraulics physically manipulated her body into an inhuman shape and locomotion while a rubber gel was injected both inside and around her to fill out her desired shape. her hands and feet were dealt with and replaced with rubbery hooves. by design, the process kinda unexplainably made her no longer require any sustenance or waste expulsion of any kind, rendering her basically immortal.

after the transformation, she now has all of time to adjust to walking on 4 legs, adapting to a lack of dexterity and figuring out new body language! she loves roaming outside and being given attention :> she gave up her humanity to become a cool creature and wouldn't have it any other way!

[themakeupbrush]

Miss Earth Namibia 2023 National Costume

The leaves are made of silk organza which is a sustainable fabric, and recycled tulle fabric and green plastic leaves from recycled plastic bags. As for the glitter beaded part, these are recycled beads that have been hand glued onto mesh net. The hat is made of cardboard and covered by the beaded fabric. Now, the aloe plant, with its ability to thrive in harsh conditions of the Namibian climate, embodies the spirit of survival and adaptation that is deeply rooted in our culture. It stands tall in the face of adversity, just as the people of Namibia have for generations. When everything seems barren and desolate, the aloe blooms with vibrant, healing properties, mirroring the optimism and potential for growth that resides within us all. Aloes are not only emblematic of hope; they are also a source of sustenance and healing. For centuries, our people have turned to the aloe for its medicinal properties. Its gel, extracted from the fleshy leaves, soothes and heals, providing a remedy for the ailments of both body and soul. It symbolizes our ancestral knowledge, our respect for nature's gifts, and our commitment to sustainable living in harmony with the Earth. Choosing the Aloe Plant as a representation of Namibia is a testament to our connection with the environment, a reminder that we are the stewards of this remarkable land.

[deducter]

Culturing Bacteria in a Petri dish With Agar; an experiment/observation

Today's post is quite different from the usual;

So, we had to do a project in the educational institution I study in; Which was growing bacteria in a Petri dish with agar.

Today, the results came in, but our professor insisted that we have to throw the dishes in the bin. I didn't give up there; after talking to her for a short amount of time, she accepted that I can take the dish with me to my flat, and have a look at it with microscope.

I still cannot comprehend why other students were disgusted by them; they are beyond wonderful.

Allow me to explain this astonishing journey:

What exactly is agar?

Well, agar, derived from the minute aquatic organism known as seaweed or algae, specifically the types Gelidium or Gracilaria, is a widely employed gelling agent. Found abundantly in the coastal regions of East Asia, particularly Japan and South Korea, it undergoes a process of cleaning and extraction to obtain agar in its usable forms of dry strips, flakes, or powdered consistency.

Now, when it comes to the realm of cell and bacterial culture, agar assumes a pivotal role as a solidifying and gelling medium within culture media. Its remarkable gel-forming properties allow for the creation of a three-dimensional matrix, offering an ideal environment for the growth and sustenance of cells and bacteria alike. Nutrients and metabolites find efficient transfer within this agar-based culture medium, while its structural integrity ensures the confinement of cells to designated areas.

Agar's utilization in cell and bacterial culture provides a multitude of advantages, including its ease of implementation, stability, and facilitation of cell separation procedures. The versatility of agar finds application in diverse fields, from microbiology to biotechnology and pharmaceutical industries.

Bacteria can be found on any surface, anywhere.

I decided to pick them up from my shoe soles.

After extracting bacteria from the soles of the shoes, I cultured them in an agar-containing Petri dish. After one week, I observed bacterial and fungus growth in this environment. Here are some images I captured with my microscope:

Wonderful, aren't they?

ND

[manyrandomfandoms]

This may be the most “iykyk” thing I’ve ever posted but I had a flight today, and after all the traveling, hadn’t eaten all day and was dying for food. But I had to drop a bag off somewhere before being able to proceed to the final destination and get sustenance, and as I opened my bag to grab something before I left it overnight, I came to find out that a silica gel packet had exploded all up in there and, well…

I heard Hozier’s voice tweet in my head

[cyberaxolotl]

NPPHT (Non-Poisonous Plant’s Hidden Toxin)

Bugsnax Month Of Macabre Fic

Words: 3.9k

Shellsy focus

Content warnings: Mild injury, character death not in fic, a little rough around the edges

Illustrations: 0

AO3 Alternative (With plot details explanation in notes)

Fic under the cut

If there was one thing Shelda had become accustomed to on Snaktooth Island, it was struggling for food. Sauce was hardly sustenance, and her own physical inability stopped her from catching bugsnax herself, though that didn’t matter much; even if she could, she refused to make the first steps herself, and kept to her righteousness as long as she could.

It was there where her knowledge in herbology and plants could’ve been useful. Identify the edible plants, or at least their edible parts, and forage as much as possible. It was a generally good idea for those who could identify flora, but the island itself seemed to be against that.

She could identify every plant with ease, but it didn’t help when every plant was almost entirely poisonous. Foxglove, ragwort, hemlock, white snakeroot; other than sauce, only bad things grew from the ground. The island was designed to MAKE you eat bugsnax, and she had realized it very quickly. And when it came to the cacti, she didn’t have the right tools to get anything edible from them without more harm than good.

She was in the scorched gorge, looking around those patches of cacti, looking for any other kind of plant or succulent at their sides. She was on the verge of giving up on that search, until finally, something caught her eye. A plant with thick stalks and small white spikes.

Shelda bent down to it, getting a closer look. She grabbed a stalk and picked it off, seeing a bit of goop fall from the bottom, and she smiled. “Oh, thank Mother Naturae for her blessing…” She said to herself, pulling open the fleshy plant. And there it was, she could tell it now; aloe vera. The first mostly edible plant she’d seen on that island. She sat there and picked every stalk she could from the plant, hoping that the harvest she was getting would hold her over for the next few days. It wasn’t much, but it was more than nothing.

And that was how it started; a sheep-like grumpus feasting on the fruits of the island.

~~~~~~

About an hour later, Shelda had placed herself in her gazebo for a long afternoon of carving aloe leaves. She’d pull the stalk apart, get out what gel she could with her paw, then scrape the aloin away with a rock. She was sure she could use the latex for medicinal purposes later, but the rest was entirely to fill her stomach.

“Aaand what’s happening over here?” She heard a voice beside her, and turned over to see the journalist with their arms crossed. “What’s all this?”

“It’s aloe vera.” She said, looking back down at her stock. “Mother Naturae has blessed me with foraging the one non-toxic plant on this island.” She spoke with appreciation, holding up a scraped stalk.

“Really?” Their eyes widened. “I remember Filbo telling me he ate a plant that made him real’ sick. Is every plant around here like that?”

She shrugged. “They might as well be. This is the first time I’ve seen any kind of aloe here.” She grabbed another stalk, pulling it apart. “The most common plant around here is oleander, which shouldn’t be consumed at all.”

“I’m sure Gramble would’ve loved to hear that before getting food poisoning.” They rolled their eyes, looking away. “Are you gonna be sharing that?”

“It tastes like soap, child. Or,

soap tastes like aloe.” She noted, looking at the fruits of her foraging. “If you or Gramble want to have that over sauce then go ahead.”

She could see them cringe at the thought of it. “If it tastes like soap then why are you eating it?”

“Because sauce doesn’t sustain me. I’d take this batch of aloe vera over something that keeps me hungry.” Picking up an emptied stalk, she sighed. “Things get difficult as you get old, child. I am lucky that the mother blessed me with this.” With that, she took a bite.

“Euch.” They stepped back. “Have fun eating soap, I think.” Turning to the rest of town, they ran off.

“…” She watched them run off, then grumbled to herself. “That grump is always running off so suddenly…” She didn’t care too much as she got back to eating the plant’s parts, completely unphased by the taste.

When afternoon transitioned into evening, she’d had the full harvest prepared. Some stalks were left out for later, and the gel had been split between several cups. Using a handful of other herbs she’d carefully taken from Wambus, she’d made it into a sort of tea. A very thick, aloe-tasting tea, but a tea nonetheless.

She’d brought a bit of it with her to the fire.

“Hey Shelda!” Filbo greeted her happily as she joined the campfire group. “Whatcha got there?” He asked curiously, seeing her sit down with the cup.

“It is a tea made with gifts from the mother herself, a reprieve from weeks of starvation granted to me by nature.” She said with appreciation lining her breath, a smile on her face. “…I made it from aloe vera.” She added after getting several confused faces.

“You found aloe? Out here?” Wambus looked surprised, raising an eyebrow.

“In the gorge. I spared some to make sure they continue to grow, but I foraged as much of the fruits of nature as I could.” She took a sip, smiling with satisfaction.

“Well, I’m glad you found food, Shelda!” Filbo beamed, then his expression curled. “But, uh, doesn’t aloe taste all weird? And soapy?”

She sighed. “It IS commonly used for fur care rather than as something to be sustained by, but I’ve gotten used to bitter tastes.”

“…” He continued to stare at her for a second, then let out a held breath. “I can’t look at you and not think that you’re drinking soap.”

“Yep, that’s what I was about to say.” Wambus shrugged, looking at the fire.

“It can’t taste that bad if you’re drinking that much, right?” Chandlo asked, leaning forward.

Shelda pulled the cup away from her face, chuckling softly. “Oh Chandlo, my child… It’s horrid. But it’s as I said, it’s the best I have.”

They all stared at her for a few moments more before a camera shuttered behind them. “Ha! Granny’s drinking soap!” They all turned to see Beffica, holding her camera up with a grin on her face, and then scurrying off.

The old woman slouched with a sigh, holding her cup close to her chest. “I have a strong sense that I’ll be hearing that from her for quite some time.”

“Well, I mean…” Filbo hesitated for a second, looking away. “You ARE drinking it.”

“But it’s not soap, dawg!” Chandlo said, turning to him.

“She said it tastes like it!”

“I said it tasted bad.” She rolled her eyes for a moment, then sipped from the cup again. “For a change of pace from this discussion, Wambus, would you care to try growing aloe vera yourself?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the worst idea, but I don’t recall it bein’ very quickly growin’.”

She hummed sadly. “It was worth a try.” She turned back to the fire, and the conversation turned silent as the fire blazed on.

~~~~~~

Months passed, and the aloe vera forage had emptied in the first couple of weeks. It was a treat enough that Shelda appreciated it, but after long enough, she’d pretty much forgotten about it. She returned to a state where she sustained herself on herbal teas, and the occasional bugsnak that the journalist would give to her through the box. And really, the bugsnax would feel so much better than the aloe ever would.

It was one of those days where Scarla had enough snax for everybody in town, and felt generous enough to give one to everybody, even if it meant the means would be a little annoying.

“Hey, Shellsy.” They walked up to the gazebo, looking up. “…What is going on this time?”

The older woman had her back against one of the wooden poles of her home, rubbing against the corner of it. “Pardon me for just a moment, Echoyear…” She held a paw up, trying to get the wood into the crook of her neck. “…I’ve been terribly itchy this morning.” She pulled off, stumbling a little. “What do you want?”

“I was bringing you some lunch, I caught a lot of bugsnax today,” They reached into their squirming backpack, then pulled out an aggroll. “You’ve been itchy today?” They prompted her to continue.

She took the snak from their paws. “I tried making a poultice for it, but it wasn’t quite what I’d hoped for. I’d almost say it made it worse.” Putting it in her mouth, she ate it the same way anyone else would as she sat down. “I’m- gh- sure it’s just a typical rash.”

“…” Scarla stared blankly at her for a few seconds, eyes widening after a moment. Then, their eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“..?” She raised an eyebrow at them. “Other than being itchy, yes. Are YOU okay?”

They grunted under their breath. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m just a little surprised after watching you stumble on your own hooves and then eat a bugsnak without waiting for me to even turn around.” They crossed their arms, “It’s unlike you to do that.”

“..!” After a pause, her eyes widened. “Goodness to the mother, I didn’t realize.” She put her paw on her forehead, looking dazed after a moment.

“Seems like you might be more sick than just itchy fur. You’re usually pretty on top of your act.” They stepped back, letting the older woman regain her composure. “Maybe sleeping in a bed instead of out like this at night would help.”

She shook her head at the idea. “I made my choice to have my living space be this way, I will not let it go now.” Getting back on her hooves, she stood up. “I’ll make more poultice and a cup of tea. I’m sure I just need to steady myself this afternoon.”

They watched her grab the nearest support beam as she stood up, leaning against it. “…You know, I CAN ask Eggabell if she’ll come down here and look at you. She might be preoccupied with the mystery, but I don’t think she’d leave someone like this if they’re in need.”

“I’m not in need, my child. I’m a little disoriented.” Shelda waved her paw at them. “It will pass.”

“…Eh.” They rolled their eyes. “If you say so.” With that, they walked away.

She silently watched them leave, then turned to her collection of herbs and spices. She was sure that her remedies usually worked, but if one batch of poultice didn’t relieve the itching, then another wouldn’t either. As soon as she thought about the itching, it returned, crawling up her back in an almost painful manner. It was going to be a LONG day.

But it wouldn’t be just a day.

Another month later, and the itching still hadn’t passed, nor had stumbling, or disorientation, or Shelda’s unfocused behavior. In fact, it seemed like they’d all gotten worse. It’d started taking her longer to get from her home to the firepit, she started talking less around the fire, she wasn’t sitting like she usually would, and she’d started sleeping laying down. She tried every remedy she could mix, and not one worked, but she wouldn’t give in until she had to.

And one day, she did.

It was the afternoon transitioning into evening, and after what felt like incredibly long of itching her back and neck on a beam, it was time to meet by the fire. Part of her considered not going, and instead staying there and going to sleep early, but she wouldn’t give in to herself. Not that easily. It was just the steps down from her gazebo and then the smooth walk to the center of town.

“…-!” A sharp gasp came out as she stumbled on the edge of the wood, falling forward and hitting her shin on the lower step, then planting hard onto her wrists and front on the ground. Her mind was filled with a sharp ringing as she heard small cracks from parts of her that she couldn’t identify. All of her thoughts were so foggy that she couldn’t place where they were coming from.

She didn’t make a sound as she turned her head, feeling dirt stuck on her face, and suddenly unable to move the rest of the way. Any noise she tried to make was stifled in her throat, feeling stuck as she waited. Somebody had to find her.

“Oh my gosh!” After what felt like forever, she heard somebody find her, and she didn’t look up to see who. She recognized the voice, and had to let things go by on their own. “Shelda, what just happened-?!” She let herself be turned over, finally looking up at the orange sky and the grumpus who was helping her. Her and Triffany weren’t quite friends, but she’d take the support.

“…” Shelda looked tiredly up at the raptor-like grumpus, disoriented and pained. Part of her was still very confused about how she had fallen, and she couldn’t get any words out.

“Um- Scarla! Chandlo!” Triffany looked away and called for her fellow grumpuses. “You’re lucky I was on my way through town, I don’t know if anyone woulda found you for a while, did you just trip-?”

Quickly enough, two other grumpuses were right by her, and a few more standing further away. “Grumps sake- Shellsy!” Scarla kneeled down by her, harshly making eye contact. “I know you’ve been stumbling recently but this is ridiculous.”

“Shelldawg-?” Chandlo squeaked out. “What’s happening?”

She slowly held her paw up, barely able to lift her arm up. She was very sure she had hurt a bone in some kind of way, but that had to wait. “…The doctor.” She hissed out, eyes narrowing at the journalist.

“Eggabell, got it.” They leapt to their hooves, stepping back. “I said we should’ve gotten her to look at you when this started but you didn’t listen…” She heard their voice trail off as they ran away.

“Get her upright, I don’t think she should be laying down.” She heard someone say, then felt Chandlo’s arm go behind her shoulder. With little force, she was pushed up, then held up by Chandlo and Triffany.

“Are you cold-? You’re trembling a lot.” The archeologist asked, getting no response. Shelda could only look between those around her as she waited to be evaluated, too disoriented, tired, and painfully itchy to focus and talk. She’d found it easier to be quiet than to talk in the previous weeks.

“What did Scarla mean when they said this started before?” Chandlo asked, looking around.

“I-I mean, she has been really quiet these evenings.” Filbo started, “And the scratching, and sitting weirdly, I thought she was getting sick, but I also thought she��d get over it.”

She sat in silence as everyone around her talked about her. “We can ask Scarla how long this has been going on for, but right now, we gotta wait for Eggabell.” Triffany shrugged, looking away.

“It’ll be alright. I’m sure it will.” Chandlo looked hopeful, but worried. “We wouldn’t lose the wisest one in town like this.”

She hadn’t even considered that her sickness could’ve been so severe. Really, she hadn’t been thinking of anything. All of her mind was too preoccupied by the constant stinging and ringing in her ears.

“What happened-?” Quick footsteps and a new voice entered her earshot, though faint.

“We’re not sure.” Triffany got up, “I found her down like this and Scarla said something about her being sick recently.”

“Stop crowding around. Everyone go do your own thing, I need to evaluate her.” Eggabell waved her paw at the crowded townspeople, her and Scarla reaching the group.

Triffany got up and let Chandlo continue to support Shelda while everyone else dispersed. “Can I stay?” He asked Eggabell as she walked up to the collapsed grumpus.

“I… Sure, Chandlo.” She sounded hesitant, but sighed as she kneeled down. “Shelda?” She was noticeably intimidated as she made eye contact with the sheep-like grumpus.

“…” Some part of her made it impossible to respond beyond moving her eyes, her gaze narrowing.

“…Ugh. Scarla, what’s been going on with her?” The doctor turned to the journalist.

“I'm not exactly sure. She’s stopped talking as much, she barely keeps up the righteous schtick, she’s been itchy all the time, and I’m going to assume by how much she’s been stumbling that she ended up tripping here.” Scarla explained, looking around.

“So she’s had pruritus, has been losing her coordination, and her behavior is faltering?” Eggabell checked, getting a nod. “Ah, um… Chandlo, do you know if she’s particularly light right now?” Her voice got more tense.

“Huh-? She’s always been pretty lightweight, but…” He shifted his hold on her a little, still supporting her balance. “I guess she is kinda off.”

The doctor took a deep breath, looking away. “Okay, so… Based on her history of osteoporosis, right now I think she’s cracked a bone or two from the fall, but… What I’m more worried about is that these all sound like symptoms of scrapie.”

“Symptoms of what now?” Scarla raised an eyebrow.

“It’s a degenerative prion disease found exclusively in sheep and goat grumpuses that causes all of these symptoms.” She explained, only to get more confused stares. “What’s strange is that there are no other grumpuses like that besides her on the island, and it’s spread through, uh…” She motioned vaguely with her paws, “Sharing… fluids..?”

Shelda herself managed a glare at that sentence, while the other two just looked disturbed. “Well if that’s what she has, then how do we treat it?” The journalist asked.

“That’s the thing- you don’t.” Eggabell sighed. “Scrapie is a degenerative disease in the brain that starts as behavioral changes and then ends as complete motor failure. There’s been no attempt to find a cure for it or any type of prion disease.”

It was clear that the doctor was struggling with empathy at that moment, partially from her lack of connection with Shelda, but the other two more than made up for it. “…You’re serious?” Scarla’s eyes narrowed. “There’s a disease that destroys some grumps completely and they haven’t even tried to treat it?”

“E-even if it could be, we don’t have what we need on the island.” Eggabell grabbed her arm, sitting upright. “I’m sorry. I can help with her injuries from the fall but I can’t do anything to stop this.”

“If you can’t treat it, how long does she have?” Chandlo asked quickly, looking between his friend and his older figure.

“I don’t know exactly. Symptoms can take up to a year to show after contracting it,” She turned to the journalist, “Do you know when it started?”

“I saw her stumbling for the first time a month ago.” They answered quickly, not looking at the doctor. Shelda looked lost and confused, but bitter at the same time.

“Okay, then… She might have another month or two left, but if she’s already been going quiet and losing motor control, they aren’t going to be good ones.”

They scoffed. “You go back to the mountain, Eggabell. We’ll stay here.” There was a bit of bitterness in their voice now.

Eggabell took in a sharp breath, then stood up. “Make the most of her time.” She said quickly, then hurried off.

“Ech. I guess she didn’t know her that well, but jeez…” They rolled their eyes, looking away.

“…We forgot to get her to help with her bones.” Chandlo noted after a pause, still looking down at Shelda.

“I don’t think that’s going to help much, whatever’s used to help with cracks might just make the itching worse.” Finally, they turned to the woman they were around. “I’m sorry, Shellsy.”

“…” Again, she was unresponsive.

“Shelda?” The athlete asked, getting her attention. “I’m gonna spend all the time I can with you. Does that work?”

“…” There was no change in her expression other than the slightest relaxation. “…The mother blesses you.” She let out, then turned to her gazebo. “I need my rest.”

“Were you quiet on purpose when Eggabell was here?” Scarla asked, getting a small nod. “Alright then. Chandlo, get her up. I’m gonna get a blanket from my hut.” They turned around, walking off.

Over the next minute, Chandlo carefully helped the older woman back to her place, and leaned her against a support beam. The journalist returned with a red blanket, but was quickly stopped from putting it down.

“I won’t need it. Not now.” Shelda looked over at them, “Wait until tonight.”

They folded it and placed it next to her. “Scrapie…” They muttered as they sat down with the two, “How the grump would you have gotten that? There’s not another sheep on this island.”

“I also haven’t been with any other grumpus than my wife in fifty years, and she’s a cat.” She looked up, thoughtfully. “…I do hope someone will take care of her once the expedition is over.”

“You have a wife?” Chandlo asked, confused and surprised. “You never told us about her.”

She chuckled slightly. “Harpila’s one of the kindest grumps you’d ever meet. We’d go to town potlucks and she’d bring the best dish, and she’d always make extra to donate afterwards.” She looked happy while she spoke, then turned away, looking at her pile of belongings. “…Scarla, would you open that chest for me? The code is 1920.” She motioned at a very small personal chest.

The journalist did as asked, walking over and picking it up. When they turned the combination lock and popped it open, they were surprised to find a pile of small papers, envelopes, and a worn pencil. “Bring it here,” She beckoned them, “I have something to write to her.”

They handed her the chest then sat down again. They were surprised at how calmly Shelda was taking it, but considered that the behavior changes were numbing her. Watching her go through the letters, they realized that they were all addressed to Harpila. “Do you want one of us to take these to her once we’re all home?” They asked.

“I would,” She closed the chest after taking out a blank page and the pencil. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, turning to Chandlo. “Chandlo, my child, I’d like you to do it.”

“-!” He took in a sharp breath, eyes widening a little. “…Yeah, yeah, I’ll do it! But, why me?”

She huffed a little. “Child, I know who you see me as. You’ve told me about your childhood.” She slowly held a paw out for him, “Harpila would be very happy to hear that someone saw me as motherly, and would love to share wisdom with you herself.”

He stared at her with wide eyes for a moment, and then a smile crossed his face. She smiled and turned away from him, looking down at the blank page. “…Oh, to find the words…” She mumbled.

“Would it be better if I left?” Scarla asked, looking away. “I think everyone else would want to hear about what’s happening.”

“You can go tell everybody.” She waved her paw at them in dismissal. “…And you can stay, my child.” She assured Chandlo, who looked ready to get up as well.

The two fell into silence as Scarla walked away, and Shellsy wrote a letter of her end.

[ivfinjections5]

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Susten injections are often prescribed in cases where a patient’s body struggles to produce adequate progesterone naturally or when a more aggressive hormonal approach is required. The injection is commonly administered after ovulation or embryo transfer, supporting the crucial early stages of pregnancy.

Comparing Progesterone Gel IVF and Susten Injection

BothProgesterone Gel IVF and susten injection are effective in supporting successful IVF outcomes, but they serve different needs. The choice between the two depends on the individual’s medical history, preferences, and the fertility specialist’s recommendations.

Progesterone gel offers localized delivery, minimizing discomfort and systemic effects. It is ideal for women who prefer a non-invasive method or have sensitivities to injections. However, its efficacy may vary based on individual absorption rates.

On the other hand,susten injection provides consistent progesterone levels in the bloodstream, which may be necessary for patients with severe hormonal deficiencies or complex fertility issues. While injections can be more challenging due to the discomfort associated with administration, their effectiveness in certain cases cannot be understated.

Addressing Common Concerns

Many patients have concerns about the side effects and discomfort associated with fertility treatments. Progesterone supplementation, whether through gel or injection, can sometimes cause bloating, breast tenderness, or mild irritation at the application or injection site. However, these effects are generally temporary and manageable.

Fertility specialists closely monitor patients to ensure that hormone levels remain within the optimal range, adjusting dosages or methods as needed. Open communication with the medical team is essential to address any concerns and tailor the treatment to individual needs.

[callmeblake]

!. whwe is the mall jub at the music store ?

2. Is it sad I knew and the gerard cheerleader dress even though all the choices were headless?

this is what I got:

                                                           secret ken

An immortal, self-sufficient, mutable twunk, haunting the discos, sucking cock at the sockhop, and playing prince when dimension-hopping Secret Barbie infiltrates this or that fairytale. Secret Ken doesn't need sustenance to exist, but he chooses to spend eternity engaging in mundane pleasures and comforts. He and Secret Barbie choose to be together, and consider themselves partners, but he’s a drifter deep down, which doesn’t always gel with Barbie’s tireless ambition, so if you notice him randomly disappearing from her side, leaving her to scheme and succeed on her lonesome, that’s why.

Okay, my friends and I were discussing our personal interpretations of Barbie, so here's the quiz made as a result that lets you know if you're actually a Barbie or a Ken with no relevance or reference to the film at all

[froblymoblypitterpatter]

Electric Feels:Chapter 3: This not what I expected.

FaRetJyn walked ahead of me, giving me more agency to observe their makeup. I thought their body was the absence of matter and the glittering star dust made them into a shape but I was wholly wrong. They were made from the very fabric of dark sky, pressed gases that when they moved,shimmered. Yet, if I stared long enough that serpentine type skin would show itself. I remembered an art expo I had attended long before the Rupture. It was a live art piece where folks had been painted the same color of the wall they were standing against. The lighting made it disconcerting when I watched each person blink consecutively 1 by 1, making the wall look like it had several sets of eyes. But this was not an art expo, this was not earth, this was not human. It nearly made me trip when I thought about it to hard. There was an end point that only FaRetJyn could make sense of as it all looked the same purple dusted and shining mass around us to me. I watched them raise and elegant starry limb and cut like a welder the shape of something round and large. My mouth gaped as I watched them cut the fabric of the sky and begin concentrating electric sparks into the rounded mass. Their eyes blinked out of existence as if closed. I realized they did not blink like humans. And I was gone.

Between waking and sleeping, my brain had slowed into some energy preserving stasis. It was as though I were watching everything as a movie around me. FaRetJyn had taken us to a bridge with jolts of light circulating through. And much like the being’s body, I looked ahead to endless stars and a faint aura of a dark mass far away.

I barely paid attention to FaRetJyn as my eyes strained to make out what I was looking at. They had maneuvered their limbs and digits against some sort of projection before I could think of what they were doing. The vision of the old space movies I watched came to mind with ships moving at the speed of light. Yet no metal contraption came.

What did come was a blur of light overtaking everything; whiting and blacking my vision simultaneously. I tried to scream, nothing came out as I remained in the weird gel cube. FaRetJyn had their digits pressed into the cube as if holding on.

When I came to, a monstcity of a structure came into vision, its metal like a creature’s mouth yawned out into the stars. " Do not work your mind too much. It will only make your confusion worse." FaRetJyn stated. Their voice undulated the cube and rippled in my ears. I closed my eyes. It was too much. " I need to touch my fingers" my vocal chords hurt, my body hurt. "Soon" they answered pressing the digits into the cube. My panic began to rise. The thing that grounded me, I could not do.

" Now" I snapped. I could see their distorted eyes through the gel.

" As you instruct" they answered flatly. The cube "melted" fast, from the top down. Time was strange and I could not determine how long it was before I was able to press my fingers to my thumbs 4 times. A sob heaved my body and I threw up the gel that now was seeping through the grated floor below.I saw viscous liquid churn and flow down a half pipe.

My mind began to wake, coming back online, I saw that we were not alone. In fact many milled about. I watched what looked like the form of travel I had taken, by a few others. They blotted out of existence from a burst of light and black. I could then see that from the gaping maw, there was a small of red light farther away. " Did we come from there?" I pointed my shaking arm toward the light.

"Yes." They did not even glance, rather they examined my state and had me rise, naked. But there again I saw other humans in similar states as myself and the beings that were in more solidified forms wore their star scaled skin without any garments.

"Come Doxy. We will get you sustenance and coverings." FaRetJyn did not touch me physically, but I could feel energy compelling me to my feet, like a crackling breeze, it moved under my arms and hoisted me to shaky legs.

The blackish metal that lined the long corridors gave off a humming sound. It was another thing I hoped to get used to otherwise migraines would be a part of my life regularly.

I took more time to watch FaRetJyn, anything to draw me from nausea and panic. The star scaled skin pulsed and moved subtly as they walked. How wild that there were other bipedal beings in the Verse. The movement reminded me of science class in 7th grade. Watching several cells moving about under a microscope. This activity was on a larger scale, and was unnerving and maybe it was their cells I was seeing. They had shared something of compatibility to us though, maybe it helped with this connection of conductivity.

"why humans?" I asked, chords slowly returning to normal. Or as normal as they could be.

"your kind is easy to keep alive." I winced at the statement. I supposed that was true. We decimated so much of the world and destroyed the delicate ecosystems of so many other life forms. We were up there with cockroaches in will to survive. And yet cockroaches might have had more dignity than us. If that word could even be applied to us and them.

" Your larger forms hold more conductivity for us." I was taken back to the classroom once more with Miss Bing's chalk moving across the board. "Human bodies are made up of 75% water" I choked a laugh of raspy chords as I thought I am back in elementary school.

Ok. Water. Or rather mineral water. Which might have been why we were compatible to them.

" Why have you not used the salt water and other water life forms."

"We will not destroy something if it is not necessary"

That wracked a shiver through my body. It was then that I noticed I was in fact cold and shivering. I apparently had not come back into body until that moment.

A large circular room greeted us with several round openings. Humans wearing clothes walked with other Astrae. And now that I looked, many Astrae looked different from one another. The number of limbs they had varied, the shape of their head and limbs were different too.The shades of star scales ranged yet held that blackness too all of them in churning splotches on their bodies. My shaking was ignored as I watched in utter fascination humans smiling, laughing holding serious conversations with one, two or three Astrae. The humans wore loose fit uniforms reminding me of mechanic suits in the days of old. While I saw many in dark purple, some wore red and black and green. It seemed to be a division of something, status maybe? A few gave gentle smiles. Some scrutinized with their eyes and remained expressionless. And others sneered with contempt. It was... unsettling. " Trust no one. Not even the humans." Bardo had said.

"Here, Doxy" FaRetJyn was a few paces ahead. I had not realized my legs had stopped moving when I stood on the periphery of the circle, watching. I hurried to the opening that led down a hallway with smaller round doorless openings. We turned into one a few down where another Astrae with arms like the shiva the hindi goddess gave a human exiting a steaming stall, a pressed uniform. The human took it with shaking hands and nodded their head, a curtain of hair falling into their face. " You may dress in the next room, Anders" The Shiva Astrae said, the voice even more calming than FaRetJyn.

"RuuPraliGelt" the being looked up. Their eyes did strange things; half shutting horizontally then vertically and the cat eye pupils fluttered. I blinked several times, what was I witnessing? FaRetJyn's voice chords sounded different when they said " Human Subject WGHXT444, is ready for decontamination"

"Stall 5 is ready for you," the voice was what I considered to be kind. They pointed to stall 5 while they handed another uniform from a floating wrack to another older human. It made me wonder the stories of humans that had crossed the rupture. How desperate were they?

Stepping into the stall I felt like I was in a large black ceramic sink. But the buzzing in my feet indicated it was likely not any sort of human material. A mist of something coated my skin. Small holes had emerged from the wall while I was busy looking above for a spout.

A steam of what was hopefully water, rose in the space. It was like a balm to my shaking limbs. And all I could think was this was not what I expected.

[skin-care1]

The best beauty tips for glowing skin in winter

Winter can be especially cruel on your skin, prompting dryness, flakiness, and aggravation. To keep your skin sparkling and solid all through the colder months, you want to change your skincare routine to neutralize the difficulties of the time. The following are itemized tips for winter skincare, traversing purging, hydration, insurance, and sustenance.

#beauty tips

1. Change to a Hydrating Chemical

Why It's Significant:

Frothing or gel-based chemicals frequently strip away medicinal balms, leaving your skin drier in winter. Choose a cream-based or hydrating chemical to keep up with the skin's normal dampness hindrance.

Instructions to Pick the Right Cleaning agent:

Search for chemicals with fixings like glycerin, hyaluronic corrosive, or ceramides.

Stay away from liquor based cleaning agents, which can worsen dryness.

In the event that you have delicate skin, pick a scent free recipe.

Routine Tip:

Utilize tepid water rather than boiling water to clean up and body, as heated water can strip away normal oils.

2. Focus on Saturating (Layering is Vital)

The Science Behind It:

Chilly climate and indoor warming can drain the skin's regular dampness. A decent lotion secures in hydration and forestalls dryness.

Instructions to Apply Cream:

Following purifying, apply cream to moist skin to seal in hydration.

Layer a lightweight serum containing hyaluronic corrosive under your cream for added hydration.

For extremely dry regions, utilize an occlusive like shea margarine or oil jam around evening time.

Suggested Fixings:

For Dry Skin: Search for ceramides, shea margarine, and squalane.

For Sleek Skin: Choose gel-based lotions with hyaluronic corrosive or niacinamide.

#beauty tips

3. Peel Tenderly and Reliably

Why Peeling Matters in Winter:

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[knowmeornot21]

The Human of 2104: A Species Transformed by Extinction and Adaptation

By 2104, humans are no longer the same beings they were 80 years ago. The combined crises of climate change, resource scarcity, and extreme reliance on digital technology have reshaped our bodies and minds. This future isn’t just about new technologies but about how humans have evolved to survive a radically altered planet.

The New Human Form: Adaptation Through Extinction

As the natural world around us dwindled, so did many of our conventional resources. The extinction of familiar foods, the scarcity of fresh water, and the collapse of ecosystems have forced our bodies to adapt in ways we could have never imagined.

🍽️ Food Extinction and Digestive Changes

By the 2080s, traditional agriculture became almost impossible due to severe climate shifts. With soil degradation and the collapse of pollinator species, natural foods like fruits, vegetables, and meat became scarce. In response:

Digestive Shrinkage: The human digestive system has become smaller and more efficient. We no longer consume solid foods in the way we used to. Instead, synthetic nutrient solutions and lab-grown food gels are the primary sources of sustenance. The stomach, once a large organ designed to break down varied foods, has shrunk, evolving to process these pre-digested, nutrient-dense substances quickly.

Loss of Taste and Appetite: As food became standardized and artificial, the human sense of taste dulled. The pleasure of eating, once a significant part of life, has diminished. Most people now consume for necessity rather than enjoyment, relying on AI-recommended nutrient packs based on real-time health data.

Physical Appearance: Humans are slimmer, with less body fat. The caloric intake is optimized, leading to leaner physiques. Muscle mass is maintained through electrical muscle stimulation rather than physical exercise, as most labor is automated.

💧 Water Scarcity and Dehydration Resistance

With freshwater sources dwindling, humans had to evolve:

Dehydration Adaptation: The body has become more efficient at retaining water. Sweat glands have reduced in number, making the human body less prone to sweating. Our kidneys have become more efficient at filtering and recycling water, minimizing waste.

Skin Changes: Human skin has become thicker and slightly waxy, designed to minimize moisture loss. The skin's texture is smoother but feels more like a protective membrane, evolved to withstand harsher UV rays and the arid conditions of a hotter Earth.

🏠 Housing and Physical Space Evolution

The disappearance of natural resources has transformed how and where humans live:

Adaptation to Smaller Spaces: As urbanization increased and space became limited, the human form adapted to a more compact lifestyle. People are generally shorter, with a smaller frame, making it easier to navigate confined spaces and consume fewer resources.

Sedentary Adaptation: The rise of virtual living means people move less in their physical environment. Legs and feet are less muscular, and the skeletal structure has evolved for comfort in sitting or lying down, as standing for long periods is less common.

🧠 Education and Cognitive Shifts

With knowledge instantly accessible via neural implants, the human brain has undergone significant changes:

Reduced Memory Capacity: The reliance on AI for information storage has caused a decline in human memory. The brain no longer needs to retain vast amounts of knowledge, as everything can be accessed on demand. Instead, the brain has adapted to excel in pattern recognition and creative problem-solving, the last strongholds of human cognition.

Decreased Attention Span: Constant digital stimulation has shortened the human attention span. People struggle to focus for extended periods, and tasks are designed to be brief and immediately rewarding, catering to this new cognitive pattern.

⚕️ Healthcare and the New Human Body

Human healthcare is now centered on preventative measures and body augmentation:

Integrated Biotech: Tiny biotech implants and nanobots circulate through the bloodstream, constantly monitoring health and making adjustments in real time. This has led to a decline in the human immune system's natural strength, as artificial immunity has taken over.

Cyborg Evolution: Physical enhancements are common. Many people have bionic limbs or sensory upgrades, like enhanced vision or hearing. The boundary between human and machine is blurred, and the human form now includes metal, plastic, and synthetic tissue as much as flesh and bone.

🌍 Environmental Impact and Physical Adaptation

The effects of climate change have reshaped the human body:

Heat Adaptation: Humans are now more resistant to extreme temperatures. The body has adapted to maintain a stable internal temperature despite external heat, thanks to changes in metabolism and genetic engineering for heat resistance.

Air Pollution Resilience: Lungs have evolved to filter out fine particulate matter. City dwellers have developed stronger respiratory systems, and many have artificial lung enhancements to help process polluted air.

🏳️‍🌈 Social Changes and Gender Fluidity

The evolution of social norms and technology has reshaped human identity:

Gender Fluidity: Biological gender distinctions are less emphasized, as hormonal modifications and gene therapy allow people to transition seamlessly between genders. The human body has adapted to be more androgynous, with features that can easily be enhanced or minimized based on personal choice.

Self-Expression: Physical appearance is now seen as highly customizable. People can change their skin color, hair texture, and body shape at will using biotech enhancements, making the concept of a "fixed" human form obsolete.

♿ Accessibility and New Human Abilities

In a world where the human body has merged with technology:

Enhanced Senses: People with disabilities are often given superhuman abilities through implants and neural enhancements. Blind individuals can "see" through echolocation devices, while those with mobility issues use exoskeletons that enhance strength.

Universal Communication: Neural interfaces have made verbal language almost obsolete. People communicate directly through thought-to-text transmission, bypassing the need for spoken words.

🌱 Sustainability and Human Ecology

The human body has adapted to be part of a closed-loop system:

Biodegradable Implants: Most biotech enhancements are designed to be biodegradable, reducing the waste produced by human bodies.

Symbiotic Relationships: Humans now host a variety of engineered microorganisms that help with digestion, air purification, and even energy production. These tiny symbionts help maintain the body in environments where traditional resources are scarce.

Final Thoughts: The Fragile Balance of Humanity

The humans of 2104 are not necessarily stronger or more intelligent than those of the past. Instead, they are hyper-adapted survivors, molded by a world of scarcity and digital excess. Their bodies are leaner, more efficient, and augmented by technology, but they have also lost many of the innate abilities their ancestors took for granted. The future human is a blend of biology, technology, and adaptation—proof that, no matter the challenges, the will to survive shapes the very essence of what it means to be human.

[ainews]

Cytoplasm, the viscous gel-like substance found inside cells, plays an important role in the sustenance of life. It is essential to the functioning and survival of all living things, providing a number of key functions and actions. One of the more intriguing aspects of the gel-like substance is its adhesive quality.

The adhesive quality of cytoplasm is essential to cellular processes and is responsible for various cellular activities. One of the main functions of the cytoplasm’s adhesive nature is to hold the cell together by allowing associated proteins to bond within its structure. This keep organelles, such as the nucleus and mitochondria securely in place within the cell.

Cytoplasm also plays an essential role in intercellular interactions, enabling cells to adhere to one another and forming the basis of things like tissue and organs. Its adhesive quality is also necessary for the movement of particles and molecules in and out of cells, working in conjunction with the proteins and other substances found in the plasma membrane.

Moreover, the adhesive quality of cytoplasm is key to the transport of proteins from one end of the cell to the other, by forming a protective coating for the proteins as they travel through the cell. Additionally, cytoplasm also helps to bring materials together when it comes to forming components of the cell, as when it forms a sort of glue that binds the organelles to the cellular membrane.

It is these adhesive qualities of cytoplasm that enable cellular processes to function properly, making it absolutely essential to all living organisms. Without its viscosity, relatively uniform composition, and strong adhesion, cellular life would not be possible.

[leap-store]

Boost Your Performance with the Best Plant Protein Supplements At Leap Store India

Keeping a healthy and active lifestyle is more important than ever in today's fast-paced world. The right kind of food can make all the difference for athletes and people who love to exercise. To assist you in achieving your fitness objectives, we at Leap Store India offer a carefully selected selection of the finest plant protein supplements, the finest resveratrol supplements, premium whey protein powder, and efficient sports nutrition gels.

The Power of Supplements Made of Plant Protein Supplements made of plant protein are a great alternative to proteins made from animals. They are wealthy in fundamental supplements as well as harmless to the ecosystem. Here are a few advantages of integrating plant protein supplements into your eating regimen:

•            Plentiful in Supplements: Plant proteins come stacked with nutrients, minerals, and cell reinforcements that help by and large wellbeing.

 •           Simple on the Stomach related Framework: They are more straightforward to process and less inclined to cause bulging contrasted with a few creature based proteins.

•            Reasonable for All Eating regimens: Whether you're veggie lover, vegan, or essentially hoping to decrease your creature protein consumption, plant protein is a flexible choice.

 Plant protein supplements are available from Leap Store India to meet your dietary requirements and preferences. Find the Best resveratrol supplement Due to its potential health benefits, resveratrol, a potent antioxidant found in red wine, grapes, and some berries, has gained popularity. A portion of these advantages include:

 •           Against Maturing Properties: Resveratrol is known for its capacity to battle oxidative pressure, possibly dialing back the maturing system.

• Heart Health: By lowering blood pressure and reducing inflammation, it may contribute to improved heart health.

• Brain Health: Resveratrol has been shown to support cognitive function and protect brain cells from damage. At Leap Store India, browse our selection of the best resveratrol supplements to enhance your wellness routine. Purchase high-quality protein powder. Whey protein powder is a staple in the wellness local area, known for its top notch protein content and quick retention. Here's the reason you ought to consider adding whey protein to your eating routine:

• Muscle Growth: Whey protein is high in essential amino acids, which aid in muscle recovery and growth.

•            Weight The executives: It assists you with feeling full longer, supporting weight the board.

 •           Advantageous and Adaptable: Whey protein powder can be effortlessly integrated into shakes, smoothies, and recipes. At Leap Store India, you can purchase whey protein powder from top brands to guarantee you're getting the best quality. Gels for your sports nutrition can help you perform better. Sports sustenance gels are a go-to for competitors and perseverance fans. These gels provide quick, easy-to-digest energy, which is crucial during prolonged competitions or workouts. Advantages of sports sustenance gels include:

 •           Moment Energy: They give a quick wellspring of carbs to keep you energized.

•            Simple to Convey: Minimized and advantageous, making them ideal for in a hurry utilization.

 •           Adjusted Sustenance: Many gels incorporate electrolytes and nutrients to help by and large execution.

 Take a look at our selection of sports nutrition gels to keep your energy up during your workouts. India's Leap Store

Your one-stop shop for all things sports nutrition is Leap Store India. From plant protein supplements and the best resveratrol supplement to premium whey protein powder and sports nourishment gels, we have all that you want to help your dynamic way of life. Visit our store today and venture out towards a better, more vigorous you.

[dashinghealth]

Unveiling the Internal Detox: A Comprehensive Guide to the Chia Seed Lemon Water Trend

In the ever-evolving landscape of health and wellness trends, one concoction has been making waves for its purported detoxifying properties and refreshing taste - Chia Seed Lemon Water.

This potent blend combines the nutritional powerhouse of chia seeds with the cleansing properties of lemon water, offering a holistic approach to internal detoxification.

Let's delve into the origins, claimed benefits, and delightful recipes of this viral health elixir.

Origins of Chia Seed Lemon Water

The roots of Chia Seed Lemon Water can be traced back to ancient civilizations such as the Aztecs and Mayans, who revered chia seeds for their sustenance and energy-boosting properties.

Fast forward to the present day, this ancient superfood has experienced a resurgence in popularity, thanks to its impressive nutritional profile and versatility in modern culinary practices.

Combined with the timeless practice of consuming lemon water for its cleansing and alkalizing effects, the marriage of chia seeds and lemon water has emerged as a potent elixir for detoxification and overall well-being.

This trend gained traction through social media platforms, with health enthusiasts and influencers championing its benefits and sharing innovative recipes.

Claimed Benefits of Chia Seed Lemon Water

Advocates of Chia Seed Lemon Water tout a myriad of health benefits, ranging from detoxification to hydration and beyond.

Let's explore some of the key purported advantages:

Detoxification: Chia seeds are rich in dietary fiber, which aids in digestion and promotes regularity. When combined with lemon water, which acts as a natural diuretic and supports liver function, this concoction is believed to assist the body in eliminating toxins and waste.

Hydration: Staying adequately hydrated is essential for overall health, and lemon water infused with chia seeds offers a refreshing and hydrating alternative to sugary beverages. The chia seeds absorb liquid, helping to prolong hydration and prevent dehydration.

Nutritional Boost: Chia seeds are packed with essential nutrients, including omega-3 fatty acids, antioxidants, protein, and minerals such as calcium and magnesium. Adding them to lemon water not only enhances the flavor but also boosts the nutritional content of the beverage.

Satiety and Weight Management: The soluble fiber in chia seeds forms a gel-like consistency when mixed with liquid, promoting a feeling of fullness and potentially aiding in weight management by curbing cravings and reducing calorie intake.

Recipes for Chia Seed Lemon Water

Now that we've explored the origins and benefits of Chia Seed Lemon Water, let's dive into some tantalizing recipes to incorporate this detoxifying elixir into your daily routine:

Classic Chia Seed Lemon Water

Ingredients:

1 tablespoon chia seeds

1 cup filtered water

Juice of half a lemon

Optional: honey or maple syrup for sweetness

Instructions:

In a glass, combine chia seeds and water. Let it sit for 10-15 minutes until the chia seeds form a gel-like consistency.

Squeeze fresh lemon juice into the mixture and stir well.

Optionally, sweeten with honey or maple syrup to taste.

Enjoy chilled or over ice.

Citrus Mint Chia Fresca:

Ingredients:

1 tablespoon chia seeds

1 cup filtered water

Juice of 1 lemon

Juice of 1 lime

Handful of fresh mint leaves

Optional: agave nectar or stevia for sweetness

Instructions:

In a blender, combine chia seeds, water, lemon juice, lime juice, and fresh mint leaves.

Blend until smooth.

Strain the mixture to remove any pulp or seeds.

Sweeten with agave nectar or stevia if desired.

Serve chilled and garnish with mint leaves.

Conclusion: Chia Seed Lemon Water represents more than just a passing trend in the realm of health and wellness; it embodies a holistic approach to internal detoxification and nourishment.

With its ancient roots, combined with modern insights into nutrition and well-being, this viral elixir offers a refreshing and revitalizing way to support your body's natural detoxification processes.

Whether you prefer the classic simplicity or crave a burst of citrusy freshness, incorporating Chia Seed Lemon Water into your daily routine can be a delicious step towards a healthier lifestyle.

Cheers to wellness from within!

[leafonskincare]

Kakadu Plums: The Secret Ingredient Used by Leafon Skincare Brand

Nestled in the heart of Australia's vast wilderness, the Kakadu plum emerges as a true superfood, captivating the world with its extraordinary health benefits and cultural significance. In this blog post, we embark on a journey to explore the wonders of Kakadu plums, uncovering the rich history, nutritional treasures, and the skincare secrets hidden within this remarkable fruit.

Before delving into the nutritional marvels of Kakadu plums, it's crucial to appreciate their cultural significance. Indigenous communities in Australia have revered this fruit for centuries, utilising it not only as a vital food source but also for its medicinal properties. The Kakadu plum has become deeply woven into the cultural tapestry, symbolising resilience, sustenance, and a profound connection to the land.

Nutritional Riches Unveiled:

Vitamin C Powerhouse - Kakadu plums boast the highest natural concentration of vitamin C of any fruit in the world. This antioxidant powerhouse contributes to a robust immune system, collagen formation, and overall skin health.

Antioxidant Abundance - Beyond vitamin C, Kakadu plums are brimming with a diverse array of antioxidants, including phenolic compounds and flavonoids. These antioxidants combat free radicals, providing protection against oxidative stress and inflammation.

Mineral Wealth - The fruit is a rich source of essential minerals such as potassium, magnesium, and calcium, supporting various physiological functions, including heart health and bone strength.

Skin-Nourishing Properties - Kakadu plum extract has found its way into the skincare realm due to its potent anti-aging and skin-brightening properties. Its high vitamin C content promotes collagen synthesis, reducing the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles.

Gut Health Support - The Kakadu plum's fibre content contributes to digestive health, aiding in proper digestion and supporting a healthy gut microbiome.

Despite its rising popularity, the harvesting of Kakadu plums is conducted with a strong commitment to sustainability. Indigenous communities and ethical businesses work together to ensure that the harvesting practices respect the delicate ecosystems and maintain the cultural integrity of the land.

We definitely need to learn about the cultural significance of Kakadu plums. Appreciate the traditions and stories surrounding this unique fruit, acknowledging its importance in the heritage of Australia's Indigenous communities. In India, you can simply start exploring Leafon Skincare face products which are enriched with Kakadu plum extract for a natural radiance boost. From their advanced clarifying natural face serum to natural face day gel, all of their products harness the fruit's potent antioxidants to promote healthy, glowing skin.

In the heart of Australia's wilderness, the Kakadu plum stands as a testament to the harmonious interplay between nature, culture, and health. But in India, we celebrate its nutritional riches and skincare prowess with the help of Leafon Skincare. Let us also honour the traditions and stories that make Kakadu plums not just a superfood but a symbol of resilience and connection to the land.

For more information, visit https://www.leafon.in/