#bath scrubbies

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works Rawhide Scrubby Buddy (he is so cute!!!)

1990s

Found on Ebay, user kimscottage

[aeide-thea]

Anne Tochka Isolation No. 05, 2020 Gouache on paper 9″ x 12″

⸻ Prints are available on the artist's website.

[thecrochetcrowd]

Crochet Scrubby Bath Pouf + Tutorial

Scrubby Bath Pouf The Crochet Bath Pouf is super quick and easy to crochet. Even with Red Heart Scrubby, fast to follow to finish. This is actually a long row that consists of 100 stitches after the first row. In row 2, we are creating loops in which the hanging chain is fed through to form the pouf. I would strongly suggest for the hanging chain to be 100% cotton-like Bernat Handicrafter, Lily…

[bambipaige]

[teaboot]

why should i use shower scrubbers instead of just washing with me hands

The flat smooth skin of your palms and fingertips isn't super great at lathering or scrubbing, and while it may be okay for washing small areas, it's a much slower and less effective process than just having a washcloth.

Your fingernails might scratch dead skin and dirt off pretty well, but your fingernails hold onto dirt and fungus, and using your nails to scrub yourself can transport that nasty shit to other parts of your body, especially if you're giving yourself microabrasians or scratch-scrubbing too hard.

Watching yourself with your nails would admittedly be much more hygienic if your nails were cleaned of these things first, but if you're going to do THAT, you'll need something to wash under your nails with. Like, say... a scrubber. And at that point you've already brought a scrubber into the equation.

If you ONLY use your hands to wash, then you have resigned yourself to either washing your ass and genitals DEAD LAST or you're washing your only human face with your butt scrubbing hands and that's between you and your god

Warm wet scrubby feel good on face, good on skin. Get a nice warm soapy massage all over? Love me that shit

Scrubber go in laundry, get nice and clean, fresh for next time

Idk about anyone else but if I go to someone's house and use their bathroom and see they got face towel and bath towel separate AND some kinda loofah or scrubby or lil scratchy shower towel out for themselves then that is a Green Flag. I trust you with a baby and I trust you with my phone and I sure as fuck trust you not to give me fuckin jaundice or some shit shaking hands. I imagine you to be an upstanding and respectable citizen with a pure soul and a clean ass. Good day

[jenthebug]

Husband: “We’re still on for hanging out with my coworkers downtown tomorrow, right?”

Me:

I do not remember agreeing to this!

I mean, I’ll go, I like hanging out with my husband, and the plan is Mexican food and margaritas, but WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR

Seriously, my wardrobe consists of uniforms, pajamas, and couch goblin loungewear (t-shirts, sweatpants, cargo sweats lol, scrub pants). I have a cool hoodie. I can wear that. I’m VERY hesitant to go to the thrift store and buy better pants because my waist is going to change shape in less than two months (aaaaaaaa).

I have some long skirts that might work. One of them might even look like some cool, intentional pattern mixing, especially if I wear my chonky work boots with it.

I got this.

I know my husband is proud of me and I don’t want to show up looking like a potato who just rolled out of bed (even though that will be the case). Also, the social anxiety is definitely doing its thing.

I’ll do an exfoliating mask and a scrubby bath tonight.

I wonder how many strangers will be there.

[sparkmender]

How do we feel about mechanimal symbiosis…………..

Not like, carrier/deployer stuff, but more along the lines of remora and sharks or cleaner birds and gators?

I keep thinking about Rung’s tank of pipe cleaner scrubby shrimp, which help keep the baths at the pools in good condition. It would probably be really silly but helpful to have a boxer crab with buffer pads for fists, or a critter that will eat/preen off debris and old oil etc from places a bigger mech can’t reach like their backs

[skittlespizza]

ive been using a dish sponge as a bath washcloth. i was told this is "terrifying." i want to know tumblr's opinon. i use the scrubby side as an exfoliator for my face and shit, while i use the soft side for like. easily pained parts.

[missamyrisa2]

(That cleaning ask made me want to pull this mini story back out and write some more~!!)

I don't want to post it here because I'm sure it'll get flagged but you can view the artwork I had done for this scenario here:

Miss Amy struggled and squirmed. She tried and failed to stifle her voice again, and such futile fighting only encouraged her tormentor further. Her outfit hung neatly on a rack nearby. The gentle fuzzy fabric of her cropped sweater and the flirty short length of her denim skirt with the wide belt and flower buckle were by no means a tickle-proof outfit, but anything would be better than the total exposure she faced now.

At times in her giggly delirium the reflection in the many video feeds offering multiple angles of her plight seemed so far away, like it was another helplessly ticklish girl ensnared in this fiendish machine. "Navel cavity is at 43 point! tooo percent lint coverage. Proceeding with water cleanse" the robotic voice chimed with child-like enthusiasm and feminine flirtations. "No not again! Not the waterrrr!!"

Amy pleaded as with a mechanical wind a thick arm lowered and extended a metal nozel, carefully positioning itself as the padded cuffs on Amy's wrists and ankles moved her gently. She summoned her strength to wiggle away from the tip, but the incoming tool simply recalibrated. Amy watched in giggly horror as the water flowed freely into the attached tube, and with a little kick, the apparatus began blasting her sensitive divot with a concentrated stream.

It was like an endless parade of poking fingertips, with droplets scattering on her outer belly like teasing after touches. She shrieked and struggled, the jet following a strategic pattern to clean every tiny bit of her bellybutton. A familiar chime dinged into the bathing room and Amy shook her head, wiggling her toes and fingers.

"No no no!!"

"Feet. And Underarms. Have become layered in sweat. Recommend additional scrub."

"Don't scrub me again!!"

"Scrub approved. Cutie."

Amy shook her head as the cleansing machine's teasing voice and digital face smiled brightly. Mechanical whirls started up as spinning soft brushes spun into view and targeted her feet. The machine gently bent her legs back to hold her soles up for the incoming tools. She cackled out feeling the suds dripping from high into the crevice under her toes, and squealed madly as the brushes moved in to work their tickly cleansing magic.

Next, a gloved hand appeared in front of her and wiggled its big fingers. The robotic hand mercilessly coated her sensitive underarms with soap, careful to ensure the deepest crevice and all the edges were coated before moving to the next as a scrubby brush whizzed down and began merrily shuffling in circles.

How long had the cleaning been going on? Amy lost track a while ago. Certainly a trap set by one of her archenemies, the machine was possibly designed with noble purposes. But whoever set it here loaded a routine which Amy could not break, goals it couldn't fulfill. The cleaning at her belly caused sweat. The cleaning at her feet and underarms put dust and bubbles into her midsection.

Maybe the machine was purposefully doing so? Was it sentient? Such thoughts were lost when she realized her body was giving away a secret. She tried desperately to keep it down, her mind flooding with awful imagery to resist the touch, that soft tease. But it was a losing battle.

Another mechanical whirl as a scanning eye passed down her belly and between her legs with a tingly pink beam. Amy blushed hotly, she didn't want to acknowledge what all this slippery tickling and teasing had been doing to her body, and certainly couldn't hide it.

"Miss Amy is aroused. Controlled ticklegasm is recommended."

"T-Ticklegassm??"

There was no doubt the intent of this cruel cleaning machine now.

"Erotic hydrotherapy approved."

The machine dinged happily as two new implements sprung out from under the digital smirking face. A gentle sponge began slowly grazing her royal jewels, and a fluffy cloth on a robotic appendage started draping against Amy's swollen princess part. She squeaked a gigglemoan, pulling uselessly against the padded cuffs. Her body gyrated and tried to resist the soft supply slick affections.

The soft cloth draped up to the underside of her tip and mercilessly stimulated it with the tickliest of touches, like the flirty kiss of a lover. The sponge kept moving back and forth, cleansing again and again under her most royal areas. Her thighs quivered. The robotic hands began buffing her nipples with detail brushes, and occasionally sneakily tweaking and rubbing earnestly to make her really let out throaty moans.

Her resistance worn down, Amy soon tumbled into a soft ticklegasm amid the flying suds, gigglemoaning herself silly. Her head lay low, body going loose as the sensations rocketed all over her body, her royal milk coaxed out in perky spurts. Every peak of the ticklegasm had her screaming, struggling in the cuffs, and the machine never relented its gentle cleansing extraction and tickly touches.

And the beeps continued as scans rolled over her trembling body.

"High likelihood of residual ticklegasm honey. Engage drainage procedure."

Amy gasped and squealed out her words, trying madly to find any strength to stop as her body was moved into another position.

"Don't you dareeee you ffffff nnnnhh stupid bucket of boltss turn it offfff!!"

But she was helpless to resist as the machine flipped her around and gently spread her legs. From above a large vibrating began descending, and from the side a soft flexible tendril spun into view. Both were shiny and pink, both emblazoned with cute names. The wand was labeled "Finessa" and the tendril named "Caressa".

"Oh what the actual fuuuuuuuuuuckk~!! fuck fuck fuckkk!!!" She started whining and was soon nothing but a stream of desperate laughing moaning f-bombs as Finessa quickly went to work buzzing the underside of her still-throbbing princess part while Caressa was glistening with lubricant applied by the robot hands before diving in between Amy's legs to probe up to her honeyspot.

Her body shook and shivered and struggled and bounced, the sister tools working in tandem to tease Amy along into a further fuzzy ticklegasm with their vibrating tickly touches. As Amy bucked up, Finessa followed and grazed that death spot. When she pulled back, Caressa was there gliding along inside to stroke carefully on that most hidden of tickle spots.

All around, the cleaning tools gradually re-engaged. Scrubbing brushes taunted at Amy's feet. Sponges slid along her ribs and under her arms. The jets tauntingly sprayed whenever Amy was in the middle of a deep belly moan, targeting her navel and thighs mostly but also making sure to get her nipples and toes too. The sudsy jet floated freely, almost whimsically depositing its sparkly tingly bubbles all about this teased helpless body.

This time around, the machine made Amy ticklegasm hard. She was nothing but nonsense and cussing, her body quaking with overload, stuck in an arch as Caressa relentlessly dipped in and out while Finessa held taut but barely touching on the underside of her tip. They tickled and tickled until Amy released all her princess milk, indeed draining every bit.

"Ticklegasm has resulted in a messy Miss Amy. Recommend an extension of cleansing procedure."

[swapmeetsimming]

Part 1 for this month's items -

This Month's Catalog - pt.1

Bathroom Patron Release 08/14 - Public Release 09/04 This is the bathroom in it's entirety. The bathroom toys came in two sets(or more) with the Tub being it's own set, unless you got the deluxe version, in which you got everything. So, I guess this would be the deluxe set. I think.

The Bathroom comes with:

The Toilet - fully functional, slots on the back.

The Bath chest - lots of slots in the cubbyholes and some on the top.

The Towel Rack - this came in three colors and two towel colors(that I've seen), so it has all the swatches.

The Tub 

the clutter that came with The Tub - 3 bottles, a bath brush, a scrubby thing, a soap dish, and a bar of soap. All clutter comes in the different toy colors of Blue, Yellow, and White.

Special Thank-You gift for my Patrons 

This will be released with the bathroom, but public release will be on 09/18 I'll be putting up previews of the bathroom and page 2 of this month's catalog, featuring the kitchen!

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW Bowser Scrubby Buddies Bath Toy

late 1990s-early 2000s

Found on Mercari, user Angie M

[writing-good-vibes]

being here with you: a halloween ends drabble

this is sort of like a thematic companion piece to my first corey fic, mother is the name for god. it's a very short 'what if?' drabble, where corey never meets michael and his failed date with allyson is the first and last attempt he makes at venturing back into the world.

WARNINGS for corey's mommy issues, joan's total disregard for boundaries and implied child abuse.

Corey wakes up cold. The scrubby grass beneath him was wet with dew; the sky a crisp, stark grey above him. For a moment, everything feels good. The air in his lungs. The quiet stillness of the early morning. He felt alive. Then he feels the pounding in his head. His skull tender with concussion. The ache in his joints as he tries to sit up but can't quite manage it. He lies there for a long time, watching the clouds shift, listening to the rumble of traffic over the bridge.

He barely remembers walking home, stumbling back from a part of town he doesn't know that well, the part he hasn't had much of an excuse to go to before. Until last night, when a pretty girl asked him out and he let himself think it wouldn't be so bad if he agreed, just this once. Just this once.

Momma is furious with him. Why didn't he call? Where has he been all night? Why didn't he come home?

He looks himself over in the bathroom mirror, unfamiliar and bare without his glasses. There's blood beneath his nose, though he doesn't remember what happened for it to have been bleeding. The stitches in his palm have pulled, he can feel it throb beneath the bandage, grey with dirt from stumbling back up the embankment and onto the road. Corey finally unlocks the door.

"You were right, Momma. I should have stayed at home with you."

Momma softens, because that's all she's ever wanted from him. For him to see that she was right all along. All she's ever wanted is for Corey to stay with her, where he is safe. All she wants is to know exactly where he is, and what he's doing, and what he's thinking.

The bathroom is cold as Momma helps him out of his dusty clothes. The bandage is discarded in the sink, the long gash that splits his palm is red and raw and Corey cradles it against his bare chest. Goosebumps raise on Corey's arms as he sits, miserable, on the edge of the tub. Steam begins to rise as she runs the bath for him. Once it's full he climbs in, sits there and cries into the hot water.

He's still crying when she turns his face towards her, her hand gripping his chin tightly, when she wipes the blood from beneath his nose, the tears from his eyes, and then scrubs his face pink with a washcloth.

"Head back," Momma says, and Corey does as he's told. He lets her pour water over his hair, lets her wash it with firm fingers that comb through his soaked curls. When she rinses out the shampoo, he holds his breath and squeezes his eyes tight shut, water rushing over him so it's all that he can hear.

Another missed call from Allyson. His phone lights up again, silent, illuminating the room with it's blue light. He lets it ring off.

He's supposed to be asleep. Tucked up in bed, a kiss pressed to his forehead. Momma had watched until he's breathing levelled out, until she thought for sure he was asleep.

I don't think it's going to work out. Corey types. I'm sorry.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Drugged Hero Whumpee used as Party Favor at Villain's Party part 6

Warnings: drugged sedation, torture, blood, severe whump/intimate whump, restraints

For a heartbeat she thought about bashing Archenemy in the face with her bound hands, but she knew resistance was pointless. She was hardly a threat in her terrible state of health anyway.

Archenemy spun and beckoned silently with a hand, and Ava strode purposefully after him, a strong hand splayed across Shadow's back to keep her from sliding off her shoulder. Shadow twitched and winced every step Ava took, her wounds rubbing in so many places. And her nose – possibly fractured or broken, judging from the blasting heat radiating from it. She knew that if that was the case, she'd have to reset the bone for her powers to heal it right, a task that made her nauseous even thinking about it.

Shadow tried to pay attention to every hall she was carried down, tried to memorize the route and store away those tidbits of knowledge for later. Until finally, Archenemy pushed open a door, and Ava padded into what Shadow realized was a giant bathroom. She let out a surprise yelp as Ava leaned over and half-dumped half-dropped her onto the cold tiled floor next to the giant bathtub.

Archenemy was hovering in the doorway, expression dark and calculating. “I will give you two some privacy while you get cleaned up – but try to run, Shadow, and Ava has my permission to use any means of force to stop you. This will be your only warning. Understood?”

Shadow’s only form of acknowledgment was a hateful glower, but apparently it was enough for Archenemy, as he stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door. Only when his footsteps had gone out of earshot did Shadow let her guard down a fraction, a racking cough escaping her as she doubled over and spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor before she could stop herself. Ava frowned down at it.

“Sorry,” Shadow mumbled apologetically. Ava didn't say anything, and Shadow flinched when her once-friend tugged her bound wrists into her lap. She instinctively jerked out of her grip.

“W-What are you doing?” Shadow growled uneasily.

Ava cocked her head to the side, a few long seconds of stillness passing like she was processing the question word-by-word and calculating how to best answer.

“...I was going to remove the restraints, so that I can help you undress and clean yourself,” she finally said, the first time Shadow had heard her speak since she'd been introduced. Maybe that was part of her programming, or whatever, to not speak unless spoken to directly. It was sickening to think that Archenemy could break someone so thoroughly they became a mere puppet in his twisted games.

Shadow reluctantly held her wrists out, waiting as Ava unlocked each cuff. Ava did the same for her ankles until Shadow could finally move freely again, sprawled awkwardly on the floor.

The faucet was turned on, slowly filling up the large bathtub. Light hands grabbed at Shadow’s clothes, carefully tugging her shirt off first. Shadow bit her lip hard to keep herself from crying out as the shirt peeled away from wounds it had gotten stuck to with dried blood, making them bleed anew. She shivered as the cold air hit her exposed skin. It felt too open and vulnerable, making her skin crawl with anxiety as bit by bit other articles of tattered clothing were removed, revealing more and more vicious gashes and lacerations alongside old scars permanently etched into her flesh. The entire time Ava was silent, working skillfully and swiftly.

Shadow was a little startled when Ava unexpectedly scooped her up like she weighed nothing and set her down in the tub of warm water. But secretly she was a little grateful; she was pretty sure she was too weak to climb into the bath on her own. A sigh escaped parted lips as she let the warmth seep into her tired, aching bones, dulling the agony. But she tensed up as Ava took up a soapy sponge and started delicately scrubbing her blood-stained skin, cleaning grit and grime out of the worst of the wounds.

Shadow gritted her teeth and groaned as she pressed on a particularly deep gash right below her ribs, before the silence became unbearable. “...Ava?” She croaked hesitantly.

“Yes?”

“Are you… Are you still in there, somewhere?” It sounded stupid even to Shadow’s own ears, she knew better than to hope. But still, the truth stung.

Ava cocked her head to the side, the corners of her lips twitching into a puzzled frown. “I’m… not sure I understand the question, Miss.”

Shadow wrapped her arms around herself miserably, watching blood-tinted foam float atop the bathwater. “Why did you call me ‘Miss’? You know my name.”

“...Because that's how Archenemy prefers me to refer to people. Sir or Miss.” Ava looked even more confused now.

“And do you always do what Archenemy tells you?”

“...Yes?” It was said with an almost undetectable hint of hesitancy, like Ava was trying to see if that was the answer Shadow was searching for.

Shadow grabbed a spare bar of soap from the side of the tub in frustration and dug her nails into it until it cracked into smaller pieces that she dropped into the water, watching the chunks sink to the bottom through the red haze of the bloody water.

“How did Archenemy get into your head like this?” Shadow muttered, half to herself.

“He didn’t,” Ava argued almost instantly, robotically, eyes glassy. “Unlike you, I am not a prisoner. I am choosing to be here. I'm allowed to go wherever I want, as long as Archenemy approves.”

“So you're still on a leash, then,” Shadow snorted. “It's not freedom if you have to check in with your master every time you want to go somewhere new.” That one seemed to catch Ava by surprise.

“I mean, do you even hear yourself right now?” Shadow scoffed, lip curling in disgust. “Archenemy is the enemy, he's not your friend. He's using you.”

Ava shrugged, completely unconcerned. “I'm sure that given time you'll start to enjoy it here too – it's not that bad once you stop fighting.”

“Does that mean you remember the times before you stopped fighting? Shadow held her breath hopefully, searching for a lead, anything she could use to get Ava back, the real Ava, if only she could find a way to trigger her memory.

Ava’s brow furrowed with concentration, her face wrinkling, but eventually she shook her head. “I can only remember small bits here and here… Archenemy says it's not healthy to dwell on the past, that we should look at the bright future instead. It's a waste of time to think about… before.”

Shadow’s blood boiled with rage, but she kept her mouth shut. It was clear nothing she said would get through Ava's thick skull. She was beyond reason.

Ava resumed cleaning Shadow with the sponge, pausing with a frown when she reached her face.

"Is your nose broken?" She asked suddenly. Shadow yelped in pain when Ava unexpectedly reached out to touch and examine it, reeling away from the contact hard enough that water splashed out of the tub.

"Looks like yes," Ava noted. "I'm going to have to re-set it for your powers to heal it right."

"No way," Shadow growled defensively. She knew how much it would hurt.

Ava sighed patiently. "Come on, you know I have to. Don't fight me on this, please."

And Shadow knew the only way out of this was by accepting the help when it was offered. Ava would force her if she resisted too much.

Shadow hesitated, then nodded, leaning toward her and screwing her eyes shut as she braced herself for the excruciating agony.

Ava gently grabbed her jaw with a hand to hold her steady, and before Shadow could flinch or pull away, she grabbed her nose and gave it a sharp yank, sliding it back into place.

A strangled scream died in Shadow's throat as black spots danced in her vision, eyes watering at the blaze of pain that shot through her face.

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[moiraineology]

Sorry I'm on the pain train today, but I really think that Moiraine blames herself for what happened to her at the Eye all throughout season 2. This is a woman who has a plan within a plan within a plan, and even though she is fully aware of how dangerous the mission is, and how she is almost certainly going to die because of it, she still had some very specific expectations for how things were going to go at the (not-so-final) battle. She brought the sa'angreal for Rand to use, and she was ready to channel and fight for him while he woke up/gathered his strength/found a way to touch the Source. The thing she never expected to happen was for Ishamael to be able to cut her off even as she threw her whole body into channeling to protect Rand. We know how powerful she is. We know that this was her final mission. A suicide mission. Her entire being was devoted to that final channel and when Ishamael shields her, the sound she makes--total disbelief, panic--betrays the fact that she never imagined that he would be able to do what he did. She thought he might kill her for sure, and that she'd go out in a blaze of glory, but this? Left behind as a Forsaken's plaything? It was never something that crossed her mind.

The first shot of her we see in season 2 is her lugging those buckets of water across this massive canyon at Tifan's Well. There are cicadas buzzing, the brush is scrubby and everything (barely) grows in sand. It's hot as balls. And she is out there bringing bucket after bucket home so she can be in this tepid bath, reliving what happened to her and wishing, wishing, wishing she hadn't channeled in that moment. I think Verin is right to point out that this could be seen as an indicator of her strength in many ways, and Moiraine herself would probably appreciate hearing that ("Moiraine didn't know the meaning of the words 'give up'"), but I personally see it as a form of self-harm. She is punishing herself every day for what she believes she "let" happen to her. We also see her lash out at Lan later on, when he tells her that even multiple Aes Sedai couldn't still a person. She completely loses it and yells at him in an attempt to communicate how powerful the Forsaken actually are. I really read that as a manifestation of her anger toward herself. For not realizing how powerful Ishamael could be. For not making the "right" choice in that moment. Again, for "letting" him do what he did to her. We know that stilling is seen as a direct parallel to a violation (an assault) and it is a really common response to relive the situation in that way and blame oneself for something that isn't even close to being the survivor's fault. It makes sense that Moiraine's trauma response would be to blame herself. It also makes it about twenty million times more heartbreaking to watch relevant scenes later on, like when she talks to Rand about what a shield feels like (she is so angry in that scene, and again, I read it not just as anger directed toward Ishamael, but a very profound, overwhelming anger toward herself), or when she seems ashamed to let Rand look at her with the One Power at Lan's request. She can't even look at Rand (or Lan, for that matter) in that moment. She casts her eyes down. She doesn't want anyone to see her in that state, and it speaks to the enormous weight of the humiliation and shame that she's been carrying all season long.

Basically, I just want someone to cradle her tightly in their arms and just tell her over and over that it wasn't her fault. That what happened to her was Ishamael's choice and his alone. That it was his cruelty, and not anything she did or didn't do, that resulted in her condition.

[hellpmeimobsessed]

Hello friend! So, so, now hear me out, how about giving syzoth (reptile) scratches at the end of his shed? Like, at this point, all of the big pieces are off and now he's just working on getting out the little bits that got stuck in between his scales, nothing bad just the little bits that got pinched off because he was twisting to get another bit of skin. But now he's been doing this for hours and he's exhausted and you come in with this soft bristled scrubby brush and just start giving him the Best Back Scratches of his Life.

"DAMN IT!! Ugh, I give up. I'm going to be itchy for the rest of my life."

"You mean until your next shed." "WHICH COULD TAKE A LIFETIME!!" Syzoth was in distress as his shed hadn't gone as smoothly as it usually did. Thanks to the stress of near-constant combat and having to settle into his new life, as well as relatively arid surroundings, it had come off in flaky patches instead of one smooth and soft piece. Now, he had pieces stuck in places he couldn't reach, and you were going to hear about it.

In fact, it's all you'd been hearing since the Zaterran started late in the night, hearing all the bellowing and other forms of reptilian vocalizing he'd been doing while removing it, along with all the moving around. It had been a sleepless night for both of you. As you rolled your eyes at his antics, you spotted a brush you used while bathing to reach your back. It had relatively hard bristles, and you had an idea.

"Syzoth, do me a favor and shift fully, please." "Huh?" "Zaterran form, stat." "Fine, alright!" He threw his hands up in exasperation and shifted into the huge reptilian form, lowly bellowing in annoyance. You made a motion with your hand for him to turn around and he did. You took the brush to his back and began to scrub, and his legs gave out as he lay on the floor.

"Sy, you alright?" You hurried to the ground only to find his eye staring at you expectantly with the biggest smile a reptile could manage. You laughed and sat on the floor, continuing to scrub at his scales, mindful of his tail beginning to shake in glee. You had to convince him to roll over so you could get near his cloaca, and he was slightly embarrassed until you reminded him of the dangers of leaving it and your familiarity with earthrealm reptiles.

"Please, you want embarrasing? Try being my crested gecko when he got moss stuck in it and I had to pull it out." Syzoth hissed a laugh as he complied and rolled over. He got up when he felt no more stuck shed and stretched on all fours. While he was elongated, you gave his tail a quick once-over and found no stuck shed, and he shifted back, immediately stretching out on the couch and sighing in relief.

[gaphic]

hello hi, I'd like to ask, why is there nothing but a gallon jug of jojoba oil and a knife in your shower,,

LMAOOOO ok I’m SLIGHTLY exaggerating. Atm I have an exfoliating scrubby dealie, not a knife, but I would like to trade up at some point. As to WHY, it’s because I prefer to bathe in the manner of the ancient greeks (I know this is a cringe thing to say but bear with me)

Let me start this explanation with a question. What does soap do? If you said ‘cleans things’ or ‘removes dirt’ you are actually WRONG! Soap breaks down lipids, which is to say oils- like sebum. Sebum is what keeps your skin and hair moist, supple, and waterproof. It’s also naturally antibacterial (a trait shared with all pure oils!) and it helps push out dirt from your pores. If you remove sebum your skin will be dry, which means you need to moisturize. ALSO, sebum has a low heat tolerance, so just taking a long hot shower will break down any excess!

Point being, unless you specifically have some kind of foreign grease on you like engine oil, washing your body with soap is kinda pointless! The dirt you’re trying to clean is sweat (which is removed by plain water) and dead skin cells (which are removed by scrubbing). SO, I bathe by slathering my body in jojoba oil (very similar composition to sebum) and waiting for it to sink into my skin, then scrubbin hard. This is easiest with an exfoliating sponge, but most effective with a very smooth but not-too-sharp knife!