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breezybangtanbebe · 6 months ago

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❤️‍🔥Caramel Kisses❤️‍🔥 Hyungwon

Tag: Hyungwon x OC Aria, teasing and some sexy banter, food play and raw bath tub sex 😋

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"Open your mouth."

Aria's sultry voice echoes softly in the dimly lit bathroom and steam swirled around their bodies nestled from the waist down in suds.

"Open my mouth, please?" Hyungwon perks his brow and Aria narrows her gaze.

"I wasn't asking.." she responds and Hyungwon chuckles darkly as his eyes fell from her adorably frustrated expression to the glistening melanin that dripped in bubbles and sweat.

A flame flickers in his hooded gaze as she straddled him, her wide hips encapsulating his lithe form beneath her in the steamy bath water.

Her body was something that most men only dreamed of witnessing up close. Superior genetics could be the only explanation for how someone with such a small waist could possess such hips, ass, and thick thighs.

Her breasts were the perfect size as well, hanging naturally and sexily with symmetrically round brown nipples that hardened inches from his face.

"Oh? So we're being difficult tonight, I see..." he chuffs and Aria shrugs one shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now do you want this?" She deflects and waves the scorched sugar coated fingers in front of Hyungwon but his eyes don't follow them.

They remain on her face with heat that rivaled the several tiny flames glimmering deep in his dark irises.

"Or not..." she adds and Hyungwon leans back into the slope of the tub, allowing the water to creep over his abs. Looking her up and down, his tongue glides over his top lip slowly.

"You know what the fuck I want....."

The subtle jolt of arousal between Aria's legs at the way that little dirty word rolled from Hyungwon's pretty lips has her clenching and its as if Hyungwon could feel her body needing him as much as he needed her.

The small peaks of bubbles parted as he dipped his hands from her waist to sink below the water.

"Stop playing with me, Baby...I didn't come all this way for sweets..." He rasps.

Hyungwon tilts his head to watch his hands slosh and coast over her supple skin through the sparkling ripples, marveling at the contrast between their differing complexions.

As deep and as rich as the caramel lingering on his tongue against his creamy fairness.

His obsession, beyond her pigment, but the feeling. The soft and smoothness. Not a flaw to be felt but even if there was, Hyungwon would embrace it as perfection.

He loved the way no matter how hard he squeezed her, barely a mark was left. Which only challenged him to try harder. Like now.

He kneads her flesh like a baker kneads his dough and bites his lip at how much of her filled his large hands with every not so gentle squeeze.

A hand at his throat distracts him from her body suddenly, replacing it with her sultry and stern expression.

Aria smirks.

"You'll get more than sweets if you do what I say...."

Hyungwon found her attempts at asserting her dominance cute most times. Thats just the type of women she was and he wouldn't change her. But when his dick was hard and lodged in the space between her pillow soft lips and his tummy, his naturally dominant nature strained to push through.

Speaking of push....

Hyungwon's gaze drops to where their bodies met, admiring the way her puffy pink bud swelled beyond her seam.

Her pussy was so beautiful to him. A Neapolitan contrast of decadent brown and the most vibrant shade of pink he'd ever seen. It was no wonder why he had such a sweet tooth.

Hyungwon's lips part just enough for him to inhale shakily as he pushed her body towards him, forcing her pelvis down and the face of her heat flush against the underside of his dick.

It draws a line up his length, making both of them gasp in unison from the friction. More so a breathy moan from Aria, who had been neglecting the ache down there since mounting him.

"Shit.." she hisses between her teeth and Hyungwon smiles up at her sexily with triumph.

"You were saying?" He perks his brow.

Along with his teasing tone, Hyungwon continues slowly coaxing her to grind against him and his eyes lock on the little waves their motion creates in the water.

After a few seconds, Aria scowls down at him and places her palm between his pecs to prevent him from moving her any higher. Although he was much stronger than her, Hyungwon resists.

"Eyes up here." She commands and he only obeys because her face was probably his favorite place for his eyes to settle next to her pussy.

He waits patiently for her to dip her fingers back into the little jar set on the ledge of the tub. His swollen upper lip spreads into a smile much sweeter than the melted caramel dripping over her knuckles.

"Now open..." she purrs and with his eyes locked with hers, Hyungwon opens his mouth just barely and Aria smears the dollop of caramel over his bottom lip.

His tongue chased her finger tip as it swiped over the small mess she made of his mouth and Aria giggles as she brought it to her mouth suck any remnants away.

Such a tease.

"Hmm...More." Hyungwon says after he'd licked it all from his lips, sounding primal and impatient for something other than her fingers. Aria smirks around the two fingers caught between her lips.

"More..please?" She mimics his chastising tone from before and Hyungwon rolls his eyes.

She'd cut her hair recently, and the long straight hair from before had been replaced by a newly grown crop of curls that spiraled all around her face.

When they were wet, they hung loose and shined against the candlelight in a way that Hyungwon couldnt resist running his hands through.

He leans up just enough to toy with a coil between his fingers, pulling it gently to revel in the satisfaction of watching it spring back into place.

His hand ventures further and as he did, Aria leans into his touch and her almond eyes flutter at the feeling of his fingers against her scalp. This was a level of intimacy he craved the way one would crave the caramel lingering on his tongue.

“See? You don’t have to act like all tough with me, gorgeous. I see you…” Hyungwon purrs with his long fingers still weaving through her sodden curls.

Her soft almond shaped eyes always drew him in and the high bridge of her rounded nose was criminally adorable to him.

And then her lips, the ones he planned to bite the exact way she bit them now.

It had taken some persuasion over time to convince Aria to stay with him tonight. She wasn't the type of woman to tie down and as much she enjoyed her time with Hyungwon, it was more exciting for her to always leave him wanting rather than giving in.

But Hyungwon was a patient man.

"Im not acting. Now open..." she opts to say and Hyungwon complies. His mirrored smirk still plays on his lips as they part for her just enough for her caramel coated fingers to press against his tongue.

His taste buds ignite at the taste of her skin more than the warm confection spreading over his tongue. Lips like pillows wrap around the digits and suck shamelessly as he hummed in approval from deep in his throat as he swallows.

"Mmmmhm.." he growls and the slickness between her thighs mixed naughtily with the water between them and she can feel a pulse where Hyungwon's erection pressed against her heat.

"More." He demands softly and she smirks before leaning in to kiss him. Though he probably meant more of the caramel from the jar sitting in the candle warmer, Hyungwon takes no issue in tasting his lover's tongue. She rolls it against his as well as her hips, rocking her center against his sinuously.

The pads of his fingers dig into her flesh and he earns a startled yelp against his lips that grants him access to deepen the kiss with the tilt of his head.

Water sways higher towards the tubs edge the more Hyungwon rocked her body against his, sliding the girth of his shaft against her pussy at a steady rhythm.

Her clit sings with sensation the more he rubbed himself against her and she calls his name breathily against his tongue.

Until finally, the tip of his dick pushes straight through her entrance and fills her in every way she needed.

Aria pulls back to bask in his welcomed intrusion, her bottom lip scraping between her teeth as he filled her to the hilt. A grunt that was too sexy to be fair juts from Hyungwon's chest and his head falls back to relish in the warmth and tightness that embraced him between her thighs.

She was so perfect for him.

Despite what she thought before.

Despite her denying their attraction.

Despite her resisting the inevitable spark that ignited whenever the two were alone.

They might not ever be together on any official terms.

But she was his and Hyungwon would take his sweet time in unraveling every barrier she held between them. Starting with this.

"Say it..." He rasps against her mouth, steadying his grip on her writhing hips.

He moves beneath her slowly at first, flexing upward and rolling into her. She meets him half way every time and the water surrounding them threatened to overflow onto the bathroom floor.

Not that it mattered.

They were both too deep in the ocean of each others gazes to care about the mess.

"'Mmm..." Aria exhales but shakes her head as she ground against him. Hyungwon could tell that she was resisting. From the way she tried to control his rhythm and how deep he could reach, to how her jaw clenched from holding in the sounds she really wanted to make.

He doesn't respond to her defiance with words but only with his body. The hands at her waist lift from the water and press flat against her back, forcing her chest to press firmly against his, and she yelps at the feeling of him slipping deeper than before.

The water was now splashing carelessly onto the floor, extinguishing some of the candles as Hyungwon upped his ante.

Aria has little range of motion and her only choice is to cling to Hyungwon's sculpted shoulders as he fucks her deep and intimately with his lips teasing the skin of her diamond studded earlobe.

Her entire body tingles with pleasure and excitement as the dominance she fought against took over.

"Say it baby...." His rough and deep voice fills her mind, all while driving himself into her over and over. Her moans and water spilled over endlessly and all it takes is for Hyungwon hit her square on her deepest place for her to finally let go.

"Fuck....Hyungwon..Yes...Hyungwon...Baby...." She whimpers as she came, and her walls squeeze him disrespectfully tight. He stalls for a moment to keep himself from cumming, groaning pitifully with his eyes screwed shut. He turns his head to lean into hers, steadily adorning her throat with open mouth kisses that seemed to merely serve as a distraction for himself.

His dick pulse to the beat of Aria’s galloping heart, her warmth hugging him tight. It wouldnt take much.

One move snd he would succumb to the inevitable. But he manages to delay his release in favor of talking Aria down from hers.

"So fucking beautiful.." he murmurs against her wet skin, dragging his lips from her throat to her cheek before planting the softest kiss there.

His breathing deepens and his hold on her wet body goes slack, but he continues to stroke her, slowly now to allow her to come down from her high.

Only to go right back to pounding into her sensslessly. Her orgasm loosened her body up just enough for the ride to be seamless and he touches her in places even she never reached.

It didnt matter to Hyungwon if he came. That wasnt what he craved most when he was near her. It was only her pleasure he sought.

Feeling her surrounding him in every way possible.

Hearing her voice, whether its to chastise or praise him.

Tasting her, never mattering if it would be her fingers in his mouth or her sex. He needed it all.

He needed her.

Just as much as she'd never admit how much she needed him too.

So as the steam in the bathroom cleared..

The bubbly suds dissipated..

And the water cooled to lukewarm..

Neither of them cared to move an inch as long as they were connected , chasing infinity..

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ficzhub · 8 months ago

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A Legacy: A Snowbaird fan fiction.

Chapter 1

Relief doesn't begin to describe what he felt when he realized he was in fact, not a ephebophile. Simply a man still in love with his lost girl. It wasn't easy to find her, the wilds are difficult to navigate even with the most advanced technology available. But persistence is key, he never gave the search a day's rest. The moment he came into enough power to delegate the necessary steps that would go into finding her, he did. My, is he glad he did. He found so much more than he could've imagined. He almost regretted having to eventually pluck her from her prairie. Here she was, perfect little wildflower. Dark curls braided out of her sable face, small sylvester flowers rained on in a crown forshadowing the metaphorical crown she'd soon wear as his darling girl in the capital where they belong.

Despite the constant frigid temperatures of the wilds beyond the desolation of 13, the sun still shone bright in the early spring. Excellent light but did little to warm anything. Still, watching the bright sun shining off her rich hair and pebbled, freckled skin sheened slightly in sweat from her labor brought him a calm he hadn't experienced anything even close to since he'd been in her presence. He could watch for hours as she went through her morning routine in the tiny cabin she shared. Getting water to boil for their mushroom tea, gathering honey to sweeten it. Wondering if she had to risk getting her nearly onyx eyes or dainty hands stung to obtain it. Eating a few bites of whatever game the traders exchanged with her. The bulk of it being fish, sometimes uncommon sea creatures like octopus or such but as good for sustenance as he could wish for them, explaining the surprising but delightful realization that Lucy Gray looks better fed here than she'd ever looked back in 12.

The changes of her body, though mostly welcome, did confound him briefly. The previous night she'd disrobed before sleeping and he saw the widened flare of her hips, the greater swell of her breasts and darkening of her nipples, the beastly diagonal claw-like marks on her flat but loose abdomen and pert backside. It all made sense when he caught sight of him, Silas Ochre. A boy of eleven, and already much taller and more muscular than he himself had been at that age. Vindicating his theory that if Coriolanus been properly fed, he'd be a much more physically imposing figure. The boy opened the door with his free hand, his left occupied holding basket containing a variety of plants the camera can't completely capture from this angle.

It was agony finding her and knowing it would take a few days before the undetectable cameras would be remotely set up to use. All his men had told him after finding her was that she was living in a cabin with a boy and a woman around her age. He'd figured she'd run into a mother with her son and came together with them but the mother in question had been her all along, and what a mother she's turned out to be. Silas Ochre is an incredibly intelligent, resourceful, capable and beautiful child. His hair is a golden shade of brown with curls that shine blindingly in the sun, clearly his hair had had to have been lighter ages ago, much blonder like himself. His skin is much like that of his mother, the color of strong black tea with a dash of milk and his eyes a dazzling shade of blue, like everything else, darker than that of his father. It's as if the deeper pigment from his mother protected him in a manor his father's lightness couldn't.

Silas Ochre hunts like he was born to it. No cruelty is ever caused with his knife, only quick, merciful deaths the creatures never see coming, so unlike the offspring Coriolanus has produced with Livia who'd relish in the gore. The boy named Calix in his home borderline disgusts him. His petulance grates at his already strained nerves, his entitlement irritating him to the point of near violence. Livia's family would withdraw any support they provide if he ever did anything to properly discipline his miscreant son. The boy is turning nine and still throws tantrums like when he toddled. If his father's legacy is left to him, he'll destroy everything he ached building in a matter of a few short years, squander it like a common fool. At first glance, there's resemblance between he and his son. But Coriolanus knows, Calix's palor is that of his mother's. His shade of blond, the blue of his eyes, the shapes of his nose and mouth, all Livia's.

The likeness between Silas Ochre and his father is more subtle but obvious if one knows what their looking for. The forms of his young son's still developing muscles so like his own, visible after his peacekeeper's duties and thankfully not lost since. The proportions of his body, long arms and legs good for reaching high and running far. His lips are shaped like that of his mother's sweet mouth, but fuller like his own. The slightly downward slant of his eyes is like his father's despite the darker shade of blue inside them, the flare of his nostrils at the end of his long nose completely unlike the button nose his Lucy Gray dawns. The broadness of his shoulders to the tapering of his waist, his hairline, the shape of his strong hands. All obvious indicators of who impregnated his mother.

Coriolanus blazes to see Lucy Gray as she was when she was pregnant with him. Face rounded, arms, legs and tight bottom cushioned for her and his son's comfort. Hips broadening more as each day passes, breasts growing to become fit to feed their child producing a milk he can only imagine was a luscious nectar. Finally, belly growing bloated with their perfect progeny. The need to keep her full of his babies is one of his main purpose for wanting to keep her close to him, here in the capital despite their idyllic lives in the forest. Silas Ochre was a good example of how flawless their children would be.

Livia is pregnant again with another boy and as much as he knows he's supposed to, he doesn't love the children he has with her. The feelings of obligation and basic familial commitment pale in comparison to the fatherly love and adoration he already feels for the nearly teenaged boy, who likely has no idea who he is and who Coriolanus has never even laid eyes on in the flesh. He knows more clearly than he knows he loved his mother and Tigris, that he'd do anything to protect this child. The ferocity, the potency of his emotions overwhelmed and displeased him. So much like when he fell in love with his Lucy Gray, he knows this boy, like his mother, could get anything they want out of him. He'd relinquish it with a smile on his face as long as it made them happy. That vulnerability frightens him more than any threat any of his enemies have ever made.

The rabbits, squirrels and other animals his more competent son obtains are used in their entirety. He guts and skins them so his still sensitive mother never needs to see such ugliness. He simply presents her with the pelts for her to use as needed and gives the innards to the woman they live with for her to do what she must with them. Lucy Gray treats the fresh skins and furs in their tiny fireplace, cleans them in the river nearby and hoards them until she has enough to make a full article of clothing with them. He's spent days watching them, learning their habits and observing their behaviors. The traders come by twice a week, she'll trade fresh garlic mustard or wild ginger for whatever she and her friend "Holly May" had asked for during their previous visit. Dairy products such as butter or cheeses, salt, even sea shells on occasion are taken in exchange of safe plants to consume and fresh land game and even baby soft fur overcoats to brave the harsh conditions farther north.

Holly May was clearly responsible for teaching his son how to sustain himself. Lucy Gray might've taught him how to tie intricate knots, gather fresh fruits and render oils from any plants they might find but Holly May taught him how to be an efficient killer. A skill not to be overlooked or undertrained in when in these circumstances. The traps they use are expansive and detailed, anything that wanders in will be done away with in a matter of seconds with almost no time to realize they're dying. She taught him how to gut and skin the animals quickly and cleanly, not letting the food become contaminated by any filth by letting the pelt cover everything until every organ is removed and placed in Holly May's hands to be cleaned in boiled, cooled water and coated in salt and spices to preserve for harsher times.

The traders this time traded a small spile for two dark brown coats. Coriolanus couldn't understand why Lucy Gray would make what seems like such a poor exchange, she handed the tool to Holly May and she hammered it into a tree. The cold wood didn't let her penetrate without a fight, bouncing off the metal a few times before finally piercing through to the tenderer wood inside. She instructed Silas Ochre to fetch something and he returned promptly with a bucket and some sort of covering. She placed it beneath the tree and simply left it there. It wasn't until a few hours later he realized it's a maple tree and Lucy Gray was clearly craving some sweetness honey can't provide, given the persistent medicinal taste that lingers after you eat it.

Coriolanus found himself envying their simple lives. The grueling work of finding their food and their warmth daily, knowing the next winter might be harsher than the last and not knowing if the previous harvest will be enough to hold them until it's over. But never having to worry about large scale betrayals, or political intrigue. Never concerning yourself with the competition because there hardly is any. Your competition around the cabin are other animals not nearly as strategic as you are and always good for thicker furs or emergency meat. On the rare occasion that a passerby might make things more difficult for you, you can always dispose of them fairly simply.

He ponders if his son, just beginning pubescence, would be capable of that.

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The observation period lasts weeks. Coriolanus finishes work and returns home to watch the recordings that have been gathered, sometimes not even bothering to eat or wash up before sitting to watch his distant family go about their business. He's ambivalent about his realization that Lucy Gray was better off without him than he would've guessed. On the one hand, had she not been better off her and their son would've died likely before he was even born and then where would he be? Just a bitter man of nearly thirty living a life with nothing bringing him any genuine happiness the way just watching his amazing son and still gorgeous songbird does. A cousin who raised him but now nearly ignores him, a wife he can't stand who's given him sons that were meant to be a continuation of the Snow line and legacy but one only inspires irritation and resentment in him and the other is yet to be born but he doesn't hold out much hope for. He knows he'll feel little affection for him, too. He'll be too like his insipid mother, and have too much of Coriolanus' most distasteful traits, like Calix.

On the other, he relished in knowing his Lucy Gray needed him. In his most self indulgent and self-aggrandizing fantasies, she always needed him. Either needed him to save her from some kind of evil, a touchy ex-lover, a murderous and petty mean girl with a senseless vendetta against her, an incompetent man with too much power like Mayor Lipp, which he in fact made sure to scrap from office as soon as he had the authority to and place someone more fitting in his place. Someone he knew wouldn’t give The Covey any trouble.

Other fantasies have more masturbatory wishes. She needs him because he’s fed her, needs him because he’s given her water to drink when she was deathly thirsty. She needs him because she’s horribly sore and he can do away with her aches and pains. Because she needs him to satiate her desire for closeness and pleasure when in reality it’s him that needs satiating. He that feels a desperate longing to touch her again because nothing and no one else feels as good.

Every day he gets to watch as she fetches water from the river that runs near her shoddy, unprotected home, brings it back to boil clean on her fireplace in a large metal pot. She collects the water in a separate container and lets any debris settle at the bottom, carefully brings it outside and waits for it to cool. She takes out a soap either she traded for or made on her own and undresses. He feasts his eyes on her, angry that any of his men might’ve seen this footage before he did. Notices her dark nipples puckering in the cold, thankfully there’s not much wind. He’d hate for her to get sick. He laments the camera quality isn’t fine enough to zoom in on her, to see her tender flesh develop goosebumps. She slowly pours the purified, hot water over herself and starts scrubbing her skin with the soap and an old, filthy looking rag.

He wonders what the soap smells like, if it’ll interfere with the aroma he remembers her having. The wild rose and fresh, ripe peach that no amount of synthesis has been able to replicate to his liking. Either it smells too manufactured or the rose scent is too clean, or the peach fragrance is too saccharine, or they don’t quite match the slightly musky trail she always had. According to the perfumers, it has a great deal to do with the pheromones one produces and picks up in another’s. Biology dictates that unless you’re wearing a strong perfume or cologne, the way you smell is subjective to whomever may be smelling you. Sometimes it permeates through even the strongest of artificial fragrances. He knows there’s no way Lucy Gray ever made enough money through her performances to buy a perfume of any kind, despite her immense talent. Much less a strong, manufactured fragrance that even in The Capital, people struggle to afford. No, of course not. Her hygiene perhaps, some rustic soap much like the one she uses now, purchased at The Hob is what she used, and a rag with any water she could find was used to keep herself clean. The scent Coriolanus remembers so fondly is all their own, produced by her and to be inhaled by him.

He ponders what he might’ve smelled like to her, if she enjoyed his scent even half as much as he delighted in hers. If his resulted in the same warm sensation in her groin that grew in his whenever he inhaled by her neck, slick with the day’s sweat.

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what-big-teeth · 2 years ago

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Unearthed (Male Dragon Boyfriend x GN Reader)

Note: GN = gender-neutral

With some magick and a bit of luck, your family has lived comfortably for generations, serving as guides for numerous travelers the realm over. But the truth behind your inherited life lies under your feet, waiting to be found…

The weather was promising, as the year’s almanac assured. No need to pack more than just the essentials this time around. A readied torch, rations, directional markers—

“Hail, friend!”

Your eyes met the statuesque figure approaching you with a wave. Bronze skin glowed around a bright smile as he adjusted his bow sling. It was your temporary employer. You returned the gesture with a pleasant smile and focused on your pack again.

“Was the tavern to everyone’s liking?” you asked.

“Very much so! The food and drink reminded us of home, even though we’re all from different parts of the realm.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

With one last nod to yourself, you closed the flap of your pack and stood.

“Can I ask more about your group’s mission? You mentioned something about the Duke of Rapan in your letter…”

“Milord asked for a general survey of his lands. To learn of any new going-ons from the last venture.”

“N’ that better include some valuables for the takin’, Lockon!”

And on that boisterous note: you watched as the rest of Lockon’s teammates approached. A female elf with pale skin, two other humans with deep brown complexions (the married couple, you recalled), and one gnome, none other than—

“Bradrol the Breaker has never returned home empty-handed! This guide better be worth their damn weight in gold!”

Lockon flashed you an apologetic smile then turned to his comrades. As he calmed the others with gentle reminders to focus, you slung your bag onto your back. He wasn’t the first loudmouth traveler you’ve dealt with and he wouldn’t be the last.

“Apologies for the delay, friend.” Lockon stepped forward towards you, assuming his leadership position. “We are ready when you are.”

You nodded, letting your eyes scan over each person.

“As Lockon has told you, the Labyrinthine Path is the only way to press forward. But as the name implies, there’s more than one path. Some are viable, some aren’t. And all paths grow more confusing over time. It’ll be my job to guide you without incident, just like my relatives have done for many others numerous times before.”

“So ya say,” Bradrol chimed in. He tugged at his wiry, red beard. “None ‘a my dwarven contacts ever heard ‘a your folks. Favager…kinda family name is that?”

“Bradrol…” Lockon began; he was quickly ignored.

“Where’s ya proof?”

Gods above if this wasn’t your favorite part of your job. Reaching into your tunic’s breast pocket, you pulled out a small, intricately cut gem. Sending a frisson of magick into the stone came naturally to you.

A projected image of the reigning queen forced Bradrol’s mouth closed with a sharp click. The way his face reddened and his eyes twitched as her undeniable penmanship praised and heralded her approval of your family’s profession was a lovely bonus, too.

“Do you have any other concerns, sir?” you ask.

There was no reply. You smiled beatifically.

“Shall we begin our trip?”

Once Lockon agreed, you began leading the way.

The trip past the massive entrance and into the tunnel system fared well, as the others did before. Following the magicked pigments, the signs only you could find, left behind by your ancestors was simple in task. When it came to the happenings further inside, however…

You’d never seen one man look so utterly embarrassed…and near ready to kill another. Lockon did everything in his power to keep Bradrol under control. Bribery, power dynamics, begging. But every attempt was met with arguments, snide remarks, and blatant stares of hostility. The latter was aimed at you, mostly. He was probably still sore about the queen’s praise and all. Somehow, perhaps through the gods’ grace, your group pushed forward over the next two days; sleep was quick to claim the shorter traveler due to his excessive doings, allotting everyone else a needed break.

Apologies from the others filled your ears as pallets were unfurled and the campfire was snuffed out. You accepted each one, all while assuring the group you’d dealt with worse before. Still, Lockon’s offer to increase the amount of gold owed you was tempting. You wanted to sleep on the proposal, maybe see if Bradrol would let up since the exit was so close at hand. Or rather, you would have, if not for the strange, muffled clang needling your ears.

With the embers of the campfire having died out, you gathered just a bit of magick into your fingertips. As the shape you wished took form mentally, the energy reflected your desire. Wisps of light curled into little glowing motes in your palm. All were large enough to illuminate but not so harsh as to wake the others. With the stealth gained from traversing this dangerous trail, you followed the sound until you found its source. A sharp heat bubbled up to a boil inside your body.

“What in the seven hells are you doing?!” you hissed.

Bradrol blatantly ignored you, continuing to chip at the very unstable wall in front of him. Tantrums and childishness you could handle; blatant disregard for safety you could not. The well of magick inside you flooded your body, coursing through your veins and over your skin, charged, until it released from your opposite, pointed finger. A bolt of energy flew at Bradrol, barely missing his cheek to strike his small pickaxe. With a yowl, he dropped the tool, now glowing red-hot and sizzling. He quickly stuffed his fingertips into his mouth.

“Ya owe me a new pick, ya brat!”

“Shut it! If you’d kept chipping away at that wall, you’d soon be trapped under boulders and rubble. And who knows how long it’d take to get your sorry ass out!”

“Bah! Just an excuse to hoard away all the gold! Guide my ass,” he said, standing up. “Everyone knows there’s treasure somewhere in this damned maze. And your family knows where it is!”

“I thought you didn’t give a damn about my family! And there is no gold, you fool!”

“A likely story, brat!” He reached down, grabbed a standard pickaxe, and hefted it high. “Now tell me where it is ‘fore I start swingin’!”

“Bradrol!”

He froze, the fire in his eyes dying until nothing was left. Lockon slowly yet steadily closed the space separating the gnome and himself, anger gouging his face.

“I’ve given you courtesy enough, old friend. The Duke will hear about this and any punishment he deems worthy I will support. Completely.”

“But Lock—”

“Enough. Head back to camp. Now.”

With one last huff, Bradrol relented. Lockon heaved a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his wide nose.

“How much?” he asked.

You lifted your mote-filled hand to assess the damage. Chips and cracks riddled the uneven stone, many which could grow with time given any minor shifts or drastic weather changes.

“It wouldn’t be enough,” you said.

“Still, you’ll be doubly compensated. I’ll ensure it. And my apologies again, friend. Shall we?”

With a shake of your head, you led the way back to camp.

The final day was blessedly uneventful. Lockon paid you double the original amount without issue. As you accepted the sack of gold coins, he stated loudly and clearly that any additional funds would be earned through odd jobs. Many, which he implied, would be done by the most boisterous of the group. Giving their thanks and farewells, Lockon’s band ventured forward, leaving you to return the way you came.

The morning sun shone from just above the horizon in a sky unmarred by cloud cover. A welcomed sight, but you couldn’t enjoy it fully. Bradrol’s mining attempts needed a deeper assessment.

Traveling the Labyrinthine Path alone had its perks. You intimately knew how much your body could stand when undertaking large distances. And the few shortcuts you memorized, ones you rarely shared with other travelers for safety’s sake, recouped enough time for you to arrive home early. This time depended on what could be done by the unexpected damage glaring back at you.

Your innate sense of timekeeping estimated it to be midday. Early enough that hunger would resurface soon, but far off to not be an immediate concern. Just enough to see and decide.

The deep breaks in the tunnel wall and floor had spread as you feared. Simple pocks and breaks in the stone now gave way to thin, long cracks; even down onto the tunnel floor. The integrity of this area was horribly compromised with no way to repair it. Brilliant magickians your ancestors were, but their talents lied mostly in specially coded directions and signs.

You clicked your tongue, ignoring the bitter twinge skirting the back of your mouth. A quick, viable path was now lost to future customers lost thanks to one self-assured idiot. You edged closer to the damage. You’d have to add a new magically imbued marker and update the family’s maps, but for now, all you could do was—

Crack.

“!”

You were falling before you could even react. Your backside collided with rough, slanted stone; you yelped. It acted as a slide, funneling you down deeper. Stale air whipped at your face. You tried to dig your heels into the stone to no avail. Down, down, down until your back slammed into icy wetness. Your addled mind drudged up the word “water” just as your body started to sink…

Your eyes flew open.

Deep warmth and calming darkness greeted you instead of drowned clothes and rushing water. And, even stranger, you felt comfortable, as if you belonged where you were. But that shouldn’t have been possible. So how…?

“Finally awake, are we?”

You froze. The voice echoing in the cavern was much too deep, too powerful to belong to a human, let alone another humanoid. But a creature…

Something right next to you breathed audibly. Yawned, actually. Tendrils of golden light lit up the darkness above your head and illuminated the pitch black, scaled leg cradling your body in its bend. The razor, white claws attached to the massive trunk scratched at the ground, chipping away at stone. Why were they so sharp?

“Prior maintenance, mainly. And my kind’s hibernation can be useful when necessary.”

“...Did I say that outloud?”

The creature beside (on was it below?) you hummed, low and deep.

“I certainly didn’t read your mind if that helps.”

“Ah,” you breathed. You focused on your pulse attempting to leap from your throat. Breathed in for four counts then out four more. Peered out into the lit surroundings, filled with piles of gold, silver, copper. Towering stacks of jewels and gems, sprawling numerous tomes and scrolls; sumptuous undefiled silks… Gods be damned.

“The bastard was right.”

“As cute as you are, I was hoping for a more riveting, eye-to-eye conversation. It’s the least you can do since I fished you out of the lake.”

You swallowed your fear and gingerly sat up. No aches or pains; not even a single sign of a scrape. Magickal healing, perhaps? You weren’t sure and you didn’t know if your rattled mind could handle any more surprises. Shuffling your body, you turned to face your rescuer. Molten gold met your gaze straight on, the centered slits widening slightly. The same pitch-black scales covered his entire body, save for the brilliant ivory horns adorning his reptilian head and the folded wings resting against his back.

A dragon. You were staring a living, breathing dragon right in the face.

His regal bearings faded when he grinned to reveal large, sharp teeth.

“Hello there.”

…Shit.

“Um, hi.” Do not freeze in front of the dragon, do not freeze… “Have you seen my pack?”

He paused. Breathed deeply then snorted. He burst out laughing, his head rearing back bit by bit. The noise alone shook the cavern. You climbed to your feet to stand on shaky legs then continued (massive predator before you be damned).

“It’s very important! All of my supplies are in there! My magickal pigments are useless if they get wet…a-and the torch! Do you know how much I had to spend on getting the right oil to prepare it?!”

Instead of relaxing in the comfort of your home, here you were: squawking up a storm instead of talking. But at least your fear was slowly subsiding. As fierce and massive as he was, this dragon hadn’t tried to harm you. So far, so good. With one last long heaved sigh, his maw clicked shut.

“I haven’t laughed like that in centuries,” he said. “But yes, little traveler, your items are here and unharmed. But in return for their location, may I know your name?”

You told him, sighing out one last calming breath and brushing gravel dust from your shoulders. The rest would have to wait until a proper bath. He repeated your name, and it sounded as if he were savoring each syllable. Best not to think about that now; your mind was still working to understand the circumstances so far.

“I am called Masin. And this place…let us call it my temporary abode.”

From what few records you came across concerning dragons, they preferred to claim and stay in one place. Moving was rarely an option, if ever.

“Not permanent?” you hedged. “Even with your hoard here? Unless there’s more than one…”

The last bit was a muttered thought, but Masin’s snout edged closer to you. What a heavy stare to have focused directly on you.

“This is it,” he said plainly. “The only so-called ‘hoard’ I possess, locked away here.”

Like you? Was the unspoken question. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought.

“Thank you,” you said, instead. You honestly meant to express true gratitude and hope he heard it. “For your help.”

No reply. Not surprising since you were trespassing in some way. You quickly inquired about your pack’s location. Hunger was gnawing at your body and jumbling whatever coherence you still had. He directed you to its general location with a pointed claw. As promised, your supplies were completely intact. But the leather bag itself would need replacing sooner than later. And did you even have enough pigment to note all of this for future generational knowledge? Probably not. Yet another issue to tackle in the days to come. For now, your stomach needed quelling.

But leave it to your past self to want a ‘treat’ during another guiding job. Your pre-made rations would stretch best with the aid of a stoked campfire. However…

“Is there…” You licked your dry lips and commanded the knot in your stomach to loosen. “Is there somewhere I can safely build a small fire? Maybe with some kindling around here?”

Masin yawned massively and flicked the tip of his tail at one of the massive, sprawling piles off to the side. Lots of parchments and papers; that looked promising. Nearing closer, your eyes scanned over a series of sealed, massive scrolls, tomes, journals, ledgers (?). All of it was haphazardly thrown together and towered over you. But from your vantage point, not a bit of rot or age stained the seemingly-new parchment. That wasn’t impossible; just very improbable. Time and age ravaged many things…save for those affected by magick.

“Is something wrong?”

Your fingers reached out to touch the pile but stopped short. Right, your tinderbox….

“Just how old are these?” you asked, rummaging through your pack.

Masin huffed out a golden plume of warm air. You were fairly sure a muted chuckle was hidden beneath the action.

“Younger than me, but old enough to lose my interest. They’re little more than tinder to me. So go on.”

You held your flint and firesteel in hand, but didn’t stoop down to continue.

“This feels sacrilegious.”

A quick glance over your shoulder found Masin grinning.

“An astute observation. They’re religious scriptures,” he says. “From the Neo-Eredian Period…give or take a millennium? They were never meant to end up in my grasp, if I remember correctly. But an offering is an offering.”

“I’m about to destroy lost, historical artifacts?!”

“Either that or let your adorable self starve. Which would be both a shame and a waste, in my opinion. But the choice is yours.”

Heat flooded your face as your shoulders lifted, horribly stiff.

“S-seriously? We literally just met!”

“And yet I speak the truth. Which is best due to our respective situations, yes? By the way, if you need aid staying warm—”

The sparks from your toolset couldn’t work fast enough. Which is stupid, because they did so wonderfully earlier. Eventually, the sparks caught onto the small pile of paper you gathered and carefully arranged for maximum control. Blessedly, as you heated up your rations, Masin remained quiet. But you felt his weighty gaze on your back. It added more heat to the fire crackling before you, surrounding you completely.

Warmed food in hand and your canteen at your side, you turned towards Masin. He held your gaze, having seemingly shifted and craned his neck around to watch you earlier.

“So,” you began. “I’m…not meant to be here. Or rather, I’m not meant to be in this part of the tunnel system. I didn’t even know it existed. All of this is new to me.”

“As it is for me.” Masin curled his tail around his body. “I didn’t want to be trapped here, yet I was. Waking up here wasn’t part of my original plans, either. And I assume a great deal of time has passed since I fell asleep?”

No hints of joking or teasing; that was good. You provided the day, month and year for reference. Without warning, Masin’s front claws gouged the ground as if it were paper. You flinched. With a low, long growl, he relaxed and released the chunks of earth he held.

“My apologies. It seems I was asleep much longer than originally thought.” His line of sight dipped down, breaking his focus on you. “How much things have changed…it’s unfathomable.”

“Then how about a trade?” You honestly weren’t sure if this idea would work, but being stuck with no one coming to your aid, what did you have to lose? Living alone was the main risk of your inherited job, one your late parents always reminded you of. “In return for trespassing and using your space, I can tell you about the world outside. And maybe, if what I say is interesting enough, then we could go?”

You nibbled at your food as Masin’s gaze fell onto you again. Took a sip of fresh water, realizing just how parched your throat was. If this cavern wasn’t his true dwelling, then maybe he’d be interested in finding his true home.

“Interesting as you are charming,” he said. “I agree. However, you need to rest and I need to fully awaken. When we meet in the middle, let’s see what the future holds.”

You nodded, blaming the fire behind you for the excessive heat..

With your hunger and thirst dealt with, you settled in with some reading while Masin dozed. The scrolls you spared from becoming kindle were very interesting. The offered dogma explained some of the realm’s current religious trends and beliefs, but not all. You’d probably have to dig deeper into the mountain of documents to gain more historical context. But you were much too tired for that and had your fair share of safety hazards for the day. A post-lunchtime nap sounded amazing, honestly. But first, the proposed trade.

“Are there any questions I can answer for you?”

One of Masin’s eyes slowly blinked open.

“Are dragons still common? Have any others been spotted?”

Quick and right to the point, unfortunately. But not surprising, if your assumption about this place being his prison was correct.

“No, they aren’t. And there hasn’t been any word of any others like you.”

That bleary stare shifted off to the side as a strange groan emanated from his chest. It sounded somewhat sad.

“But honestly,” you continued, “they could be hidden away from sight, like you were.”

Even with the numerous shadows flooding the space, you caught the edges of Masin’s mouth lifting slightly.

“A fair guess, one that may be true.”

And that’s how you and Masin began spending your time together: sharing stories and mentions of the similarities between the two different worlds you inhabited. At times, Masin would thank you by explaining the place and lands of origin concerning his hoard. Yet once, only once, he called the many riches “offerings”. You tucked that piece of information into the back of your mind.

Nighttime fell, at least according to your body and its growing sluggishness. At Masin’s encouragement, you created a bed from the numerous silks and fabrics gathered in the cave. It was ridiculously soft from the feel alone, and therefore, costly; maybe more than the Queen’s entire treasure trove. As you settled in, you managed to wrap up your story for the night.

“...That’s only the summary of the royal family’s lineage, though. There might be better documents I can borrow later to show you, if you want.”

“My own personal, cute historian. An intriguing idea,” he hummed.

You rolled your eyes, not minding the slight tingle that swept across your face and neck. That was a first.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally said.

The last thing you heard before falling into slumber was Masim gently bidding you a good night’s rest, a greeting you returned.

The following day, since you first met him, Masim stood up. He stretched out his limbs as you finished up your lunch, releasing a series of thunderous pops and cracks. The results of literal fatigue for a thousand years, according to him. You grinned.

“Since you’re more awake, are you up for another story? Or maybe more questions?”

“Not now,” he said. “But I am feeling hungry.”

“And that’s good, right?” No matter how much you inquired, Masin didn’t divulge much about draconic biology. Only the bare minimum. Mainly how he was warm-bodied, what determined the coloration of his scales; things like that. The rest, to your disappointment, he kept to himself.

“Yes. It means my body is finally catching up with my awakened mind. We may be leaving soon enough, after I fill my belly with fish.”

“Good hunting, then,” you bid.

Masin stalked away with a strange grace to his movements further from your shared space. Your own hunger was sated, but you were now alone and there wasn’t much to do to pass the time. You could check out the various piles of “offerings” dotting the areas. The tomes hadn’t been disturbed, and you could find a cozy spot to settle in. Everything about this space just felt calming.

Comfortable, as if you belonged.

With Masin gone, the remnants of magick you felt remained. Originally, you believed he was the source as you woke up without any injury, thanks to him. Because the many items in his hoard were free of any decay or rot. But Masin’s magic only extended to those riches; the sensation his personal magick gave off felt entirely different. For the first time since you’ve been inside this deep cave, now that his body was no longer blocking the area, you looked down.

Dulled, yet colored pigment stared back at you. An intricately mesh or reds, yellows, blues, greens, whites! And stemming from the pigments as they all harmonized to seize hold lull sedate sleep. This was your family’s innate magick. The way the intricacies from the spell sang to your blood, coaxing it to flourish, and how it in turn did so was proof. So was your body healing from its fall into the lake. Family ties through magick ran deep; all users worth their power knew that.

Your want to explore the rest of the cavern swiftly faded into nothingness.

When Masin returned, his black scales glittered from the water clinging to his body. The few campfires you made earlier to better illuminate the area proved that true.

“...What is this?” Your voice sounded so weak, much to your growing anger.

“You know of your family’s magick, don’t you?”

“Not that, damnit! “The ‘offerings’, you being trapped here, you being asleep for so long! You wanting to know more about the outside world but not saying anything about you being here! You’re hiding something and it involves me!” You swallowed around the ragged breaths your lungs managed to pull in. “ Masin…please tell me what’s happening.”

Instead of going back to where he once lay, Masin sat down before you. Leaving the magickal array out in the open.

“As you wish.” His gaze fell down to the array that separated the two of you.

“With luck and time, certain lineages can last thousands of years down the line. You’re proof of that. But you’re not the first of your line I’ve met. A thousand years ago, there were two others. A pair of brothers. The notion that we dragons were considered living gods never sat well with them. How easily followers divested themselves of their personal riches in hopes of receiving luck, love, fertility, good crops, and many more things.

“The final offense for your ancestors was losing everything, as they angrily informed me. Their homes, their families, their riches—all these things they refused to forfeit as offerings were forcibly taken from them without warning. Mind you, my kind never condoned murder or thievery.”

“But you didn’t stop the offerings before it got to that point, did you?”

A tense silence.

“No…I didn’t. When power is given freely, it is difficult to cast aside. I understand that now.”

A part of you noted how sincere Masin sounded. Another, questioned how a thousand-year-long sleep could do just that. You quickly regained your focus.

“Keep going, then.”

“As a result, the families of the brothers were given to me as gruesome, unwanted sacrifices. I won’t…divulge the details. Just know this final offense spurred the brothers to act. Together, they vanished from the land only to return years later wielding a new magic they carefully developed. They used it to lure me here, deep into the tunnels, and sealed me inside.

“To keep myself from aging, I forced myself into a deep magickal hibernation, unaware of how long I would have to sleep. That same magick I cast, it would seem, affected my immediate surroundings. The rest from that point onward is unknown to me.”

Your mind swiftly filled in the blanks from there. One of the brothers moved on and re-wed, beginning a new familial line. From there, your family’s detailed history helpfully provided the rest. Someone of that line returned to these lands, supposedly to use their magicks to aid travelers through the dangerous Labyrinthine Path. But in reality, it was to keep Masin locked away. To ensure he remained trapped deep beneath the earth.

Yet down the road, thanks to mishearings and misunderstandings, somehow, the lie became the truth. And Masin was left to be forgotten and cast away with the other myths of the realm. Until now.

You stared at the magickal array sitting before your feet. Dulled as it was, it was still there, doing its job. But magick could decay with time if it fought against another type of magick. Masin’s own magic. If he tried, Masin probably wouldn’t be able to leave, even if he wanted to. But by having a descendant of his captors from so long ago…

“So was it all a lie, then?” A searing, fissure of heat flooded your body. “Once you had a once-in-a-lifetime chance, you decided to take it so you could be freed?!”

“Not at all.”

Masin said this with no hesitation, no signs of playfulness. This was probably the most serious you had seen him.

“Sorry, but I’m having a hard time believing that. Even if you are telling the truth.”

“Then allow me to prove myself for however long it takes. Let me start anew. No more secrets, no more omissions.”

You held back a bark of bitter laughter. But it was aimed at yourself, not Masin. Because as stern you needed to be for your livelihood to be successful…now, you felt yourself going soft before this massive, living myth. All because of a few heartfelt words and the truth.

…Gods damnit all. You shook your head, ignoring the sharp inhale coming from across the way.

“Your nature as a dragon isn’t something that can be hidden so easily. Unless there’s something you can do about that.”

“Once I’m freed, it will be dealt with. I assure you.”

You slowly sat down before the array and crossed your legs.

“I don’t suppose you have a knife in that hoard, do you?”

Instead of replying, Masin moved. He deftly leapt over you and the array. You watched as his claws stabbed int the piles of the jewels and gems. As he rifled through the wealth, coins, gems, and other valuable items flew through the air to dot the area. Some were even flung into the campfires you’d made over time for lumination. But Masin made no attempt to save them, leaving them to their fates.

With a new mess spread around the cavern, Masin returned to your side and presented you with an ornate dagger. You took it and examined the fingers of your opposite hand. Masin quietly called out to you, but you shook your head.

“It’s alright. I just have to pick the lesser of the most annoying fingers and…!”

Carefully, slowly, you pricked the tip of your chosen finger, hissing. As a bead of blood welled up, you held your outstretched hand over the array with the injury facing down.

“Blood calls to blood and magick to magick,” you said. “It’s part of what saved me, alongside you. With the right command at the right time, it can be changed to perform another task. And now, because of that…”

You turned to face Masin as the array began to glow with its respective colors. You smiled up at him.

“I get to help you.”

A bead of blood hit the array. It shattered like glass, a literal showing of just how weak the magick had grown over the years. As it faded to leave the plain ground behind, Masin gasped, huddling into himself. You shot to your feet.

“Masin! Are you okay? Can you speak?”

As Masin trembled, his form seemed so small to you. No, not seemed. It was smaller. With each passing second, the giant, regal dragon before you shrunk down to a much more familiar form. Humanoid. Deep brown skin accented with a golden undertone gleamed in the firelight. He no longer bore a tail or ivory horns, but the mass of intricate, pitch-black tiny braids brought his scales to mind. And his hands were tipped with thick, white claws. Even curled in on himself, you knew he’d tower over you if he stood to his full height. The trembling continued as you knelt down, your hands clasping at his bare shoulders. But the trembling didn’t keep your attention. It was his laughter.

Joyous, boisterous laughter filled the cavern and nearly threw you off balance. As you swayed, Masin’s muscular arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you close.

The same golden eyes from before, just a bit muted, met yours as he grinned widely with slightly, sharpened teeth.

“As much as I like my draconic form, this one is useful in many ways. If you’d like to later learn how—!”

You swiftly lifted a hand and muffled his next words.

“If you have the energy to flirt, then you have the energy to walk. Let’s get going, shall we?”

But Masin’s arms didn’t budge. They actually tightened, but not enough to be painful as he whispered your name.

“Thank you. For this second chance.”

You settled in his arms. There was something more to Masin’s statement, which remained unspoken. But it encouraged you to return his embrace all the same.

As you worked together to emerge from your sudden entrance point, and return to the true entrance of the cavern tunnels, daylight greeted you. As you stepped forward, Masin walked beside you.

You couldn’t wait to see how that second chance would play out in the end.

#dragon #monster boyfriend #monster romance #exophilia #terato #hope you all enjoy!#and shoutout to those that can find my Elden Ring reference #I'll properly link this story to my masterlists later on

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hairpintvrns · 3 months ago

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STARTER FOR: @momentspassd LOCATION: terry's residence / forest lake

The peak of the birding season was over. Smack-dab in the middle of summer, there were very few species of interest to Terry, and their birdwatching had been a means to establish routine more than anything. Certainly there were shorebirds, whose migration patterns arrived a bit later than their songbird and land birds, but the Forest Lake trail leading towards the river was a bit farther than they’d like, and they weren’t sure whether the birds would still be there upon their arrival.

But there had been one bird of interest. Hearing a familiar birdsong—an unhurried crescendo of buzzes and trills, not quite the yellow warbler’s whistle-like melody, or the black-and-white warbler’s sharp, almost squeaking, chattiness—Terry raised their binoculars to confirm their sighting of a cerulean warbler foraging atop a white oak tree. A male one, by the looks of it, with his uniquely blue-and-white crest and dark gray streaks along the wings and plumage. A patch of sky against the forest canopy. This, though, was a chromatic aberration. There was no blue pigment in feathers; holding its feather up to the light produces, instead, a dark-brown color, for the warbler’s bluish scatter was informed by selective absorption and light scattering.

Blue in nature could only be achieved through tricks, transformations, manipulations of the light. And, light? It had brought color, scale, texture. Weight. It was one of the first things they’d been taught. Per Le Corbusier, light was the fundamental basis of architecture.

The bird had departed as quickly as they’d noticed it, however. Hearing the faint call of another bird, Terry had darted their binoculars quickly towards the source. It had taken them some time to spot its mate. The female cerulean warbler was decidedly not quite as vibrant, with its leaflike back and breasts, as well as brown streaks across its rump and wingbar, allowing it to camouflage into the branch on which she sat, save for her eyes, dark and striking amid the trees.

Their heart sank as the pair flew away, even as they knew that chasing them would prove difficult—and, amid, the sweltering summer, even impossible. Cerulean warblers, after all, had not earned their moniker sky-blue and sky-high without merit. And so Terry had let the warblers disappear, further into the sky and into greater heights, their binoculars hanging heavily on their neck as they turned back.

Their walk towards the cabin had been listless, eyes fixed on the patch of naked soil that indicated the trail instead of eye-level; exhausted, perhaps, from looking up. Two months into Blue Harbor, and the journey to and from towards their residence had become familiar: from the underbrush flanking the trail path, the wildflowers blooming under the oak trees, the eventual fork in the path separating their log residence from another series of houses a little ways over, and, turning right, their own path, and—

Sev?

Sev.

Terry halted in their steps. The problem with summer, they thought, was everything was clear as day. Here, there were no tricks of the light, no shadows carving human figures out of the trunks of maturing trees, no vision conjured up from the recesses of their memory. There was no mistaking that this figure was Selina, some hundred miles away from New York, on the stoop leading towards their cabin, settling on the patch of earth that for months now they’d begun to call their own, instead of somewhere higher up, like, like—

They could no longer form the words. “Selina.” In the end, there was only their name.

Their fingers began twitching involuntarily, a tic that they could not quite control. Swallowing, they placed their grip instead on the next solid thing: of the leather buckles of their messenger bag, smooth to the touch. And so reality pulled itself back, to the last time they’d seen each other, to the way they’d retreated further and further into themselves until all that was left was the dark; if architecture was composed with light, then darkness was its antithesis. The words that had left their tongue were absent of an architect’s careful precision. All there was left was the capacity to hurt.

“You’re here,” they added, sparsely, afraid of saying the wrong thing. They settled with the observable, the tangible. “At my cabin.” They moved forward, still wary of the distance, settling on the cobblestone path a foot away. They rubbed their thumb against the cool leather buckle, cold but grounding. Do they dare ask a question? “Why?” Why are you here? Why did you come back? And, perhaps, are you ready to forgive me?

#threads. terry #int. terry & selina #//all this yapping and for seven words of dialogue... i'm sorry they are trying their best 😭

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radiokathryn-if · 1 year ago

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JOSÉ DANGER! The Rival DJ.

Jose/phine Jeager──she/her or they/them. 26. Nate calls them the traitor─the defector. They used to be part of your team, a co-host with Nate in your beginning days. The two of them worked like magic until Nate was in demand more and José was kicked to the curb. You wonder if THE FESTERING GRUDGE THEY LEFT WITH IS STILL THERE… AND IF IT STILL EXTENDS TO YOU.

Visuals! José is shorter than average, standing at 5"4' (162cm), their skin a sepia, reddish—brown that gets richer in the sun. They have vitiligo, a skin condition that causes patches of skin to lose pigment or colour, leaving the affected skin a milky-white colour──most visible around José's eyes and knuckles. They have a pear-shaped body, wider hips than waist with a modest breast. Their natural hair is short and kinky (4b) sitting at the jaw──usually styled in long micro braid twists, tied back in a larger three-strand plait. They have heterochromia in the left eye, splitting the iris in half with a dark blue and hazel──the right eye is also hazel. They have a flat nose and full lips, usually pulled into a cheeky grin... you wonder if you'll see their genuine smile again.

Fun Fact! José is super close with their mother──Catherine. They have a special lunch every Sunday after José's Saturday show to catch up and make a long strand of beads to add to José's collection, now used as doorway beads in their apartment.

Modern Day Lyric! "So sick of being your giver, throwing my soul away, all give and no take. PVRIS, Dead Weight OR "It's funny how it all goes down, don't be sorry when it comes around." MARINA, Karma.

#ro intro #c: josé danger #radio kathryn if

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warriors-rewritten-chaos · 3 months ago

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Warrior Cats Prefixes- R

I had a WC Name Generator on Perchance that I made but I don't seem to have access anymore, so I'm remaking it here as just a simple list. The definitions used are the ones that Clan cats have for those things, and thus are the origins of the names. Definitions used are whatever I found when I googled it.

Rabbit-: "[noun] a burrowing, gregarious, plant-eating mammal with long ears, long hind legs, and a short tail"

Raccoon-: "[noun] a grayish-brown American mammal that has a foxlike face with a black mask and a ringed tail"

Ragged-: "[adj] torn; [adj] having an irregular or uneven surface, edge, or outline"

Ragweed-: "[noun] a North American plant of the daisy family. Its tiny green flowers produce copious amounts of pollen"

Ragwort-: "[noun] a yellow-flowered plant of the daisy family that is a common weed of grazing land"

Rain-: "[noun] moisture condensed from the atmosphere that falls visibly in separate drops"

Rainbow-: "[noun] an arch of colors formed in the sky in certain circumstances, caused by the refraction and dispersion of the sun's light by rain or other water droplets in the atmosphere"

Raindrop-: "[noun] a single drop of rain"

Rainy-: "[adj] (of weather, a period of time, or an area) having a great deal of rainfall"

Ram-: "[noun] a male sheep"

Rampion-: "[noun] a Eurasian plant of the bellflower family"

Rapid-: "[adj] happening in a short time or at a fast pace; [noun] a fast-flowing and turbulent part of the course of a river"

Raspberry-: "[noun] an edible soft fruit related to the blackberry, consisting of a cluster of reddish-pink drupelets; [noun] the plant that yields the raspberry, forming tall, stiff, prickly stems (canes)"

Rat-: "[noun] a rodent that resembles a large mouse, typically having a pointed snout and a long, sparsely haired tail"

Rattle-: "[verb] make or cause to make a rapid succession of short, sharp knocking sounds, typically as a result of shaking and striking repeatedly against a hard surface or object; [noun] a rapid succession of short, sharp, hard sounds"

Rattlesnake-: "[noun] a heavy-bodied American pit viper with a series of horny rings on the tail that, when vibrated, produce a characteristic rattling sound as a warning"

Raven-: "[noun] a large heavily built crow with mainly black plumage, feeding chiefly on carrion; [adj] of a glossy black color"

Ravine-: "[noun] a deep, narrow gorge with steep sides"

Red-: "[adj] of a color at the end of the spectrum next to orange and opposite violet, as of blood, fire, or rubies; [noun] red color or pigment"

Redwood-: "[noun] either of two giant conifers with thick fibrous bark"

Reed-: "[noun] a tall, slender-leaved plant of the grass family, which grows in water or on marshy ground"

Reflection-: "[noun] the throwing back by a body or surface of light, heat, or sound without absorbing it"

Resin-: "[noun] a sticky flammable organic substance, insoluble in water, exuded by some trees and other plants (notably fir and pine)"

Ridge-: "[noun] a long narrow hilltop, mountain range, or watershed"

Rime-: "[noun] frost formed on cold objects by the rapid freezing of water vapor in cloud or fog"

Ripple-: "[noun] a small wave or series of waves on the surface of water, especially as caused by an object dropping into it or a slight breeze"

River-: "[noun] a large natural stream of water flowing in a channel to the sea, a lake, or another such stream"

Roach-: "[noun] a scavenging insect that resembles a beetle, having long antennae and legs and typically a broad, flattened body"

Roam-: "[verb] move about or travel aimlessly or unsystematically, especially over a wide area"

Roaming-: "[adj] moving about aimlessly or unsystematically, especially over a wide area"

Robin-: "[noun] a small chiefly European thrush resembling a warbler and having a brownish-olive back and orangish face and breast"

Rock-: "[noun] the solid mineral material forming part of the surface of the earth, exposed on the surface or underlying the soil or oceans; [noun] a large piece of rock which has become detached from a cliff or mountain, like a boulder"

Rocky-: "[adj] consisting or full of rock or rocks"

Roe-: "[noun] a small deer, reddish and grey-brown, and well-adapted to cold environments"

Rolling-: "[adj] moving by turning over and over on an axis; [adj] (of land) extending in gentle undulations"

Rook-: "[noun] a gregarious Eurasian crow with black plumage and a bare face, nesting in colonies in treetops"

Rooster-: "[noun] a male domestic chicken"

Root-: "[noun] the part of a plant which attaches it to the ground or to a support, typically underground, conveying water and nourishment to the rest of the plant via numerous branches and fibers"

Rose-: "[noun] a prickly bush or shrub that typically bears red, pink, yellow, or white fragrant flowers, native to north temperate regions"

Rosehip-: "[noun] the ripened usually red or orange accessory fruit of a rose that consists of a fleshy receptacle enclosing numerous achenes"

Rosemary-: "[noun] an evergreen aromatic shrub of the mint family, native to southern Europe"

Rosette-: "[noun] rose-like marking or formation found on the fur and skin of some animals"

Rot-: "[verb] (chiefly of animal or vegetable matter) decay or cause to decay by the action of bacteria and fungi, aka decompose; [noun] the process of decaying"

Rough-: "[adj] having an uneven or irregular surface, one that's not smooth or level; [adj] (of a cat or their behavior) not gentle. Violent or boisterous"

Rowan-: "[noun] a mountain ash tree; [noun] the scarlet berry of the rowan tree"

Rubble-: "[noun] waste or rough fragments of stone"

Ruby-: "[noun] a precious stone consisting of corundum in color varieties varying from deep crimson or purple to pale rose"

Rue-: "[noun] small perennial shrub in the family Rutaceae used as a culinary and medicinal herb"

Rumble-: "[verb] to make a continuous deep, resonant sound; [noun] a continuous deep, resonant sound like distant thunder"

Running-: "[verb] the action of running"

Rush-: "[verb] move with urgent haste; [verb] dash toward (someone or something) in an attempt to attack or capture; [noun] a sudden quick movement toward something"

Russet-: "[adj] reddish brown in color; [noun] a reddish-brown color"

Russula-: "[noun] a widespread woodland toadstool that typically has a brightly colored flattened cap and a white stem and gills"

Rust-: "[noun] a fungal disease of plants which results in reddish or brownish patches"

Rustgill-: "[noun] a small and widely distributed mushroom which grows in dense clusters on dead conifer wood"

Rustle-: "[verb] make a soft, muffled crackling sound like that caused by the movement of dry leaves; [noun] a soft, muffled crackling sound like that made by the movement of dry leaves"

Rusty-: "[adj] reddish brown in color, resembling rust"

Rye-: "[noun] a cereal plant that tolerates poor soils and low temperatures"

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Prefix Meanings - R

Rabbit - "A burrowing, plant-eating mammal with long ears, long hind legs, and a short tail." A grey cat; A brown cat; A long-legged cat; A lanky cat; A social cat; A cat with a short tail; A cat with large ears; A skilled tunneler

Raccoon - "A gray mammal that has a fox-like face with a black mask and a ringed tail." A grey cat; A cat with a striped tail; A cat who is skilled with their paws; A mischievous cat

Ragged - "Having an irregular or uneven surface, edge, or outline." A cat with messy fur; A cat with spiky fur; A cat with jagged stripes

Ragweed - "A North American plant of the daisy family." A tall cat; A spiky-furred cat; A coarse-furred cat; A resilient cat

Rain / Raining - "Moisture condensed from the atmosphere that falls visibly in separate drops." A white cat; A grey cat; A blue cat; A black cat; A calm cat; A thoughtful cat; A wise cat; A playful cat; A soothing cat

Ram - “A male sheep.” A black cat; A white cat; A grey cat; A cat with thick fur; A fluffy cat; A cat with curly fur; A social cat; A loyal cat; An aggressive cat; A temperamental cat

Raptor - “A bird of prey, e.g., an eagle, hawk, falcon, or owl.” A brown cat; A white cat; A grey cat; A dark-furred cat; A tabby cat; A strong cat; An intimidating cat; A cat with sharp eyesight, An observant cat; A swift cat; A skilled hunter

Raspberry - “An edible soft fruit related to the blackberry, consisting of a cluster of reddish-pink drupelets ; The plant that yields the raspberry, forming tall, stiff, prickly stems.” A red cat; A spiky-furred cat; A sweet cat; A soft-furred cat; A thick-furred cat; A protective cat; A defensive cat

Rat - "A rodent that resembles a large mouse, typically having a pointed snout and a long, sparsely haired tail." A brown cat; A grey cat; A clever cat; A cautious cat; A fierce cat

Raven - "A large heavily built crow with mainly black plumage, feeding chiefly on carrion." A black cat; A dark-furred cat; A cat with glossy / shiny fur; A smart cat; A mysterious cat; A clever cat

Red - "Red color or pigment." A red cat

Reed - "A tall, slender-leaved plant of the grass family, which grows in water or on marshy ground." A flexible cat; A dependable cat; A resilient cat

Ribbon - “A common species of garter snake in Eastern North American found near lakes, streams, and marshes.” A dark brown cat; A yellow cat with dark stripes; A gentle cat; A swift cat; A skilled swimmer; A quiet / stealthy cat

Ridge - “A long narrow hilltop, mountain range, or watershed.” A tabby cat; A large cat; A cat set in their ways

Ripple - "A small wave or series of waves on the surface of water, especially as caused by an object dropping into it or a slight breeze." A white cat; A grey cat; A blue cat; A black cat; A quiet / stealthy cat; A skilled swimmer

Rising - "Going up, increasing, or sloping upward." A cat with great potential; A cat with a strong connection to StarClan

River - "A large natural stream of water flowing in a channel." A white cat; A grey cat; A blue cat; A black cat; A swift cat; A headstrong cat

Robin - "A large thrush that typically has a reddish breast." A grey cat; A grey-brown cat; A brown cat; A red cat; A vocal cat; A protective cat; A cat who is musically gifted

Rock - "The solid mineral material forming part of the surface of the earth." A white cat; A grey cat; A blue cat; A black cat; A sturdy cat; A reliable cat; A trustworthy cat Rocky - "Consisting or full of rocks." A white cat; A grey cat; A blue cat; A black cat; A reliable cat; A temperamental cat

Rook - "A crow with black plumage and a bare face that nests in colonies in treetops." A black cat; A dark-furred cat; A dark cat with a white muzzle; A clever cat; A social cat

Rooster - “A male domestic chicken.” A vocal cat; A social cat; A protective cat; A bold cat

Root - “The part of a plant which attaches it to the ground or to a support, typically underground, conveying water and nourishment to the rest of the plant.” A practical cat; An honest cat; A protective cat; A sturdy cat; A firm cat

Rose - “A prickly bush or shrub that typically bears red, pink, yellow, or white fragrant flowers.” A red cat; An orange cat; A yellow cat; A white cat; A sweet cat; A kind cat; A friendly cat; A cheerful cat; A charismatic cat

Rosemary - “An evergreen aromatic shrub of the mint family.” A spiky-furred cat; A cat with a good memory; A loyal cat; An honest cat; A loving cat

Rowan - "A mountain ash tree that grows scarlet berries." A red cat; A brown cat; A reddish-brown cat; A thin cat; A lanky cat; A tall cat

Rubble - “Waste or rough fragments of stone, brick, concrete, etc.” A white cat; A grey cat; A black cat; A temperamental cat; An adventurous cat

Rue - “An evergreen shrub with bitter, strongly-scented lobed leaves used in herbal medicine.” A yellow cat; A tall cat; A caring cat; A soothing cat

Running - "The action or movement of a runner." An energetic cat; A swift cat

Rush (1) / Rushing - “Moving with urgent haste.” A swift cat; An energetic cat Rush (2) - "Any of several flowering plants distinguished by cylindrical stalks or hollow, stemlike leaves and found in temperate regions, particularly in moist or shady locations." A tall cat; A brown cat; A spotted cat; A fleck cat

Russet - “Reddish brown in color.” A reddish-brown cat

Rust / Rusty - “A reddish-brown color.” A reddish brown cat

Rye - “A cereal plant that tolerates poor soils and low temperatures.” A tall cat; A tan cat; A golden-brown cat; A flexible cat; An adaptable cat

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theaestheticqueenofbeauty · 4 months ago

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Say Goodbye to Skin Imperfections with Mole and Wart Removal

Mole warts, also known as skin tags or acrochordons, are small, benign growths that typically appear in areas where skin rubs against skin, jewelry, or clothing. They often develop in skin folds, such as on the eyelids and armpits.

Mole or Wart Removal is a key service provided by Dr. Rinky Kapoor of The Esthetic Clinics.

What Causes Moles or Warts?

The exact cause of mole warts is not fully understood, but they are believed to result from a combination of hormonal changes, genetics, and friction. Skin-to-skin rubbing and friction from clothing or jewelry can lead to their formation.

They are more common in people who are overweight or have skin folds, and those with hormonal imbalances, such as pregnant women, may also experience them. Mole warts are not contagious and do not spread from person to person, but they can appear in clusters or multiple locations on the body.

Types of Moles or Warts

There are different types of mole warts, each with unique characteristics:

Filiform mole warts: Long, thin growths found on the face, neck, and around the eyes, resembling hanging threads.

Soft mole warts: Found in the groin, armpits, under the breasts, and other skin folds; soft and fleshy to the touch.

Hard mole warts: Firmer and more fibrous, typically located around the nails, hands, and feet.

Pigmented mole warts: Darker than the surrounding skin, ranging from light brown to almost black, and can appear anywhere on the body.

Irritated mole warts: Easily irritated by rubbing or scratching, becoming inflamed, red, and painful.

Mole warts are usually harmless but can be removed if they cause physical limitations, pain, or discomfort.

Importance of Treating Moles or Warts

Untreated moles or warts can lead to discomfort, cosmetic concerns, and in rare cases, skin cancer. Early Mole or Wart Removal can prevent complications and improve skin appearance.

Mole wart removal is not always necessary but can provide relief, improve appearance, and ensure accurate diagnosis.

Symptoms of Moles or Warts

While mole warts are usually harmless, they can cause discomfort if irritated. Symptoms include:

Appearance: Visible small growths, usually flesh-colored or darker, often with a stalk-like base, ranging from a few millimeters to a few centimeters.

Texture: Can be smooth or rough, with a soft, firm, or fibrous feel.

Location: Commonly found where the skin folds or rubs, such as armpits or under the breasts.

Sensations: Typically painless, but can become itchy and irritated if rubbed or scratched.

Changes: There may be changes in size, color, or shape; benign changes are common, but new or changing warts should be evaluated by a professional.

Diagnosis of Moles or Warts

Diagnosing mole warts involves a doctor examining your skin to look for visible signs of the warts on different parts of your body.

The doctor will check their appearance, location, and any other symptoms. They might ask questions like when the warts first appeared and if they’ve changed in color, shape, size, or location.

Sometimes, a biopsy is needed, where the doctor removes a small sample of the wart to look at it more closely in a lab. This is done if there’s a concern that the wart might be cancerous or if it’s causing a lot of discomfort or bleeding.

Who is a Good Candidate for Mole or Wart Removal?

Individuals with bothersome, painful, or suspicious moles or warts are ideal candidates. A consultation with a dermatologist will determine the best course of action.

Mole or Wart Treatments

The Esthetic Clinics offer various treatments for mole wart removal, tailored to the size, location, and type of the mole wart. Here are some common treatments:

Cryotherapy: The mole wart is frozen with liquid nitrogen, causing it to blister and fall off. This quick and painless procedure may require multiple sessions.

Curettage and Electrodesiccation: A sharp instrument scrapes off the mole wart, followed by cauterizing the area with an electric current. Performed under local anesthesia, it takes a couple of days to heal.

Topical Medications: Salicylic acid or imiquimod can be applied directly to the mole wart to dissolve or kill the cells. These medications are easy to use and may be prescribed or available over-the-counter.

Laser Therapy: A laser is used to destroy the mole wart, typically for larger or more difficult-to-treat cases. Multiple treatments may be necessary.

Excision: The mole wart is cut out with a scalpel, reserved for larger or more aggressive warts. This procedure may require stitches and a longer healing time.

Potential Side Effects of Mole or Wart Treatments

Side effects can include redness, swelling, scarring, and, in rare cases, infection. Our experts ensure minimal side effects with precise and advanced techniques.

How Long Does it Take for Moles or Warts to Go Away?

There is no set period of time for mole wart treatment to take effect. Different treatments provide different results and heal in different durations. Some factors that makes this difference include the type of wart, the location of the wart, and the individual’s immune system.

Generally, although it may take a couple of months or even years, most mole warts eventually go away.

Tips to Prevent Moles or Warts

Practice Good Hygiene: Wash your hands regularly with soap and water, especially after touching mole warts or contaminated surfaces.

Avoid Touching Mole Warts: Don’t touch or pick at mole warts to prevent spreading the virus to other parts of your body or to other people.

Use Protection: Wear condoms during sexual activities to reduce the risk of contracting or spreading HPV.

Wear Shoes in Public Places: Use shoes or flip-flops in public areas like showers, locker rooms, and pool decks to avoid exposure to the virus.

Avoid Sharing Personal Items: Don’t share items like towels, razors, or clothing to prevent spreading the virus.

Boost Your Immune System: Maintain a healthy immune system with regular exercise, a balanced diet, and adequate sleep to help prevent mole warts.

Conclusion

Don’t let moles or warts hold you back. Visit The Esthetic Clinics for the best mole or wart removal treatment in Mumbai. Our expert dermatologists are committed to providing safe and effective solutions, ensuring you achieve the flawless skin you deserve.

Book your consultation today and take the first step towards a confident, mole-free, and wart-free you!

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ottawadermcentre · 4 months ago

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Dermal Fillers | Injectable Facial Fillers | Skin Fillers

Dermal fillers are used in aesthetic treatments to address the loss of volume in your skin, to fill wrinkles, or to plump a certain part of your face, such as the lips. They are composed of hyaluronic acid, a carbohydrate (sugar derivative) that develops naturally throughout the body. Hyaluronic acid stimulates collagen and other skin matrix components to improve skin elasticity and hydration in addition to improving volume. At the Ottawa Derm Centre, we use a variety of dermal fillers to address each patients’ aesthetic goals.

Who is an ideal candidate for dermal fillers?

Individuals looking to soften the appearance of wrinkles, fine lines, and sunken areas on the face can benefit from dermal fillers, as well as those looking to plump up a certain part of their face. It is a great option for those looking for subtle improvements without undergoing surgery or experiencing any downtime.

In consultation with one of our specialists, we will determine whether you are a suitable candidate for dermal filler. This will depend on your treatment goals, coupled with your age, skin quality and condition, and genetics. Women who are pregnant or breast feeding should postpone this treatment.

How do I prepare for a dermal filler treatment?

Approximately 7-10 days before your treatment, you should avoid blood thinning over-the-counter medications such as aspirin, Motrin, ibuprofen, and Aleve. You should also avoid such supplements as St. John’s Wort, Gingko Biloba, primrose oil, garlic, ginseng, and Vitamin E during that time. Other products to avoid include topical applications such as tretinoin, retinol, retinoids, glycolic acid, or any anti-aging products. You should also avoid waxing, bleaching, tweezing, or any other hair removal. Do not drink alcoholic beverages 24 hours prior. You should arrive at the clinic with a clean face, without any makeup.Visit Type- Choose - Botox on Demand Cosmetic Consultation Cosmetic Consultation w/Dermatologist Cosmetic Consultation w/Dermatologist & Surgeon Cosmetic Consultation w/Surgeon Cosmetic Consultation w/Surgeon & Aesthetician Cosmetic Treatment - Existing Patients Massage Therapy w/ RMT ODC Acne Solution ODC Customized Facials / Peels Visit Reason- Choose - Acne (Mild to Moderate) - Skin Care / Laser Treatment Acne Scarring - Laser Treatment Age Spot / Sun Spot Removal All Inclusive Rejuvenation Benign Mole Removal Body Contouring / Coolsculpting Botox / Filler & Other Injectables Botox for Sweating - Underarms, Hands and Feet Brown Tones / Pigment Treatment Cherry Angioma - Laser Treatment Cyst Removal (Excluding Face & Neck) Cyst Removal (Face & Neck Only) Facial Sagging Skin / Volume Loss Treatment Facial Veins Hyperpigmentation - Laser Treatment Improving Fine Lines & Wrinkles Laser Hair Removal Lipoma Removal Melasma - Skin Care / Laser Treatment Milia Removal Red Tones / Redness Treatment Reducing Pores and Improving Texture Rosacea - Skin Care / Laser Treatment Scar Treatment (Excluding Keloids) Scar Treatment (Including Keloids) Sclerotherapy ( Spider Veins on Legs ) Skin Care / Skin Quality Treatment Skin Smoothing Skin Tag Removal Stretch Marks - Laser Treatment Sun Damage - Skin Care / Laser Treatment Tattoo Removal Vascular Lesion - Laser Treatment Venous Lake - Laser Treatment Want to Learn More - BBL Treatment Want to Learn More - Clear and Brilliant Treatment Want to Learn More - Co2 Resurfacing Want to Learn More - Coolsculpting Want to Learn More - Halo Hybrid Fractional Treatment Want to Learn More - Moxi Treatment Want to Learn More - Nano Peel Treatment Want to Learn More - Opus Treatment Want to Learn More - PDL Vbeam Treatment Want to Learn More - Photorejuvenation Want to Learn More - PicoWay Treatment Want to Learn More - Secret RF Treatment Want to Learn More - SkinTyte Treatment Want to Learn More - Thermage Treatment Want to Learn More - Ultherapy Treatment Women's Health Vaginal Rejuvenation - Intima Laser Treatment

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Dr. Lalonde has been practicing medicine for nearly 40 years. He is highly regarded as an aesthetic healthcare provider. His experience, knowledge, and expertise support his incredible standard of patient care. Consultations with Dr. Lalonde are $100 + HST. Dr. Lalonde practices at our Hunt Club and Alta Vista locations in Ottawa.

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Cheryl McNeely, RPN

Cheryl is a senior nurse on our medical team with 32 years of experience. She specializes in Botox and Dermal Filler, as well as skin care, laser rejuvenation, skin tightening, and CoolSculpting. Cheryl is a meticulous professional, well-known for the sincere care and compassion that she brings to her patient relationships. Consultations with Cheryl are $100 + HST. Cheryl practices at our Hunt Club, Ottawa location.

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Is there any downtime with a dermal filler?

Most patients return to their regular activities immediately following their treatment. Some patients may experience temporary redness, bruising or minor swelling of the treated area in the first 24 to 48 hours following the treatment. It may be recommended to avoid physical exercise for the first 24 hours post treatment.

How does it feel?

Each patient will require different amounts of the product to obtain their ideal and natural results. Before your treatment, the targeted area will be cleaned, and a topical numbing cream may be applied to ensure your comfort. A small syringe will be used to inject a precise amount of filler beneath the skin. The injection itself feels kind of like a splinter, but if it’s done properly, the pain should go away right away. The lips may swell a little for a few hours after the procedure. It can feel a bit unsettling, but it should never be painful.

How long does a treatment take?

Your dermal filler procedure can take anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour. This will depend on the area being treated, and the amount of filler required. If a topical numbing cream is used, you will need to wait approximately an hour for it to settle before the treatment can commence.

When will I notice results?

You will see a visible result immediately after injection. It may take up to 4 weeks for the filler to fully integrate into the tissue. We advise our patients to drink plenty of water to stay hydrated after treatment, as hyaluronic-based fillers are water-binding. Results may last anywhere from 6-18 months depending on the type and amount of filler used.

How much is a dermal filler?

At ODC we charge $750 per syringe.

How do I book a treatment?

All our patients start with a thorough consultation. During your visit, we will discuss your objectives and concerns. Our team of professionals will complete an assessment and make recommendations that support your health and well-being. If you are deemed a good candidate, we will be able to book your dermal filler treatment.

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subiysu-chan · 5 months ago

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Elven phenotypes and ethnicities

Elves, while they look androgynous to humans, with their lack of body hair, the males lacking broad shoulders, beards or pattern baldness while females lack visible breasts...Are amongst themselves, perfectly able to distinguish males and females.

Wings: Wings appear at puberty. Female elves tend to have quite round wings with a slightly concave shape to them, allowing for heavy lifting into the air. For this reason, in elven symbolics, moths, eagles and tits (the birds) are seen as feminine. These wings are more robust, and are aimed primarely at lifting their wingless youths. The part of the back were they connect is an erogenous zone for both sexes. Males tend to have elongated wings, ideal for long passive soaring, but have poor take off and load baring capabilities. They are reminiscent of those of a dragon fly. Dragon flies, sea birds and seagulls are associated symbolically with the masculine in their cultures for this reason. The rare intersex individuals or individuals who are on the more androgynous side tend to have wings that are somewhat in between, allowing them a great degree of agility and maneuvrability in flight. They use, during flight, their long legs for stearing in all cases. Both males and females would, as they adapt for flight, long walks and cursoriality, develop stronger thighs, semi-visible abs and pertruding buttocks. Despite having weaker bones, they have clenching strength far superior to the human one. This does have societal implications, such as making mass rape more difficult, because most elves have pelvic muscles strong enough to completely cut off blood circulation or even cause tissue tears and fractures.

Skin, eyes and hair color: Females have ashier skin and hair color, and their eyes lack any shimmer or extremely high saturation. Male elves have eyes that almost glow in the dark from how bright they are, and also do have a certain shimmer to them.

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Drows or Dark Elves: Adapted for semi-triglotal nocturnality (I hope I spelled that right), they tend to be extremely pale, with big eyes, small flat noses and big ears, and bodies that are gracile in the extreme. They tend to have black or white hair that vary in texture from perfectly straight to kinky curls. They exibit a high degree of neotony. Their eye colorations tend to be mostly blue (50%), but most shades of reds, pinks, greens and greys are also possible, with some rare purple-eyed individuals (less than 1%). Their beauty ideals are a corpse-like complexion, a triangular face shape and broad shoulders for males, and pink eyes, a pear shaped body and curly white hair for females. For both, a lack of eyebrows is considered beautiful, as well as thinning hair, ressembling the ones of a corpse. They distinguish two kinds of feminine beauty: Ieé and Rudoeé, "Ieé", an archaic word to mean "black rowan", also applies as a very formal way of describing a sexually attractive woman. This usually manifests in the way of a tall stature, eye bags, elongated face shape and intelligent eyes, while "Rudoeé" refers to a more "cute" type of beauty, and litterally means "red-eyed" (pink or red eyes are a neotenous characteristic in Drows), featuring large bright eyes, a petite stature, scrapped knees and corpse-like buttocks and thighs.

Ice elves:

Ice elves are far from icy looking. They tend to have medium skin tones (the amount of pigmentation quite reflective of the one found in inuit and native american populations), narrow, slanted eyes that range from black, browns and hazels, sometimes in shades quite impossible for humans (such as golden colors in males), a long, slightly hooked nose and straight blond hair. Those from septentrial tundra tend to have lighter skin than those found in alpine tundra. They also tend to look the most human like, as an adaptation to the cold, their ears are smaller and the pointy part more discreet, and females do have quite small, but not completely absent, fat pads at the breasts to protect the mammeries from the biting cold. The medium skin tone also makes the difference between the skin ashiness of males and females more obvious, with males having coppery or golden tones.

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eternelleaesthetics · 9 months ago

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Benefits Of Mommy Makeover Surgery In Hyderabad. | @eternelleaesthetics

Benefits Of Mommy Makeover Surgery In Hyderabad.

Motherhood is a beautiful journey, but let's be real, it's not all sunshine and rainbows. The physical changes that come with pregnancy and childbirth can take a toll on your body, leaving you feeling less confident in your skin. Sagging breasts, a weakened pelvic floor, stretch marks, and hair loss are just a few of the things new moms might be dealing with. And let's not forget the mental toll this can take on your well-being!

It's no surprise that many new moms struggle with body image issues. In fact, studies have shown that around 50% of women feel dissatisfied with their postpartum bodies. While diet and exercise are important for overall health, they may not always provide the desired results. And that's where mommy makeover surgery comes in.

A mommy makeover is a personalized treatment that specifically targets the areas of your body that are most commonly affected after giving birth. What's amazing is that the procedures are done in an outpatient setting, which means you get to recover in the comfort of your home.

Before we dive into the specifics of mommy makeover procedures, let's understand the changes that happen to a woman's body during and after pregnancy.

Body and Gynaecological Changes During and After Pregnancy

As the uterus stretches to make room for the growing baby, it also stretches the abdominal muscles and skin. This can result in a soft, flabby tummy that can be challenging to tone back to its pre-pregnancy state. And while breastfeeding is great for the baby, it can leave a woman's breasts sagging due to stretched skin and tissues that can't bounce back to their original shape.

The hormonal changes during pregnancy can also lead to skin changes like melasma, pigmentation, and stretch marks. Melasma causes brown patches on the face, while pigmentation can darken any part of the body. And those pesky stretch marks can show up on the tummy and breasts.

But the physical changes don't stop there! Hair fall is another concern that many new mothers face. During pregnancy, the increase in estrogen hormone levels prolongs the growth phase of hair, leading to thick, lustrous locks. However, after delivery, when the estrogen levels drop, hair fall becomes a common occurrence.

And let's not forget about the pelvic floor muscles, which can be weakened during childbirth, leading to urinary incontinence and reduced sexual pleasure.

These changes can make it difficult for women to feel like themselves, but a mommy makeover can give an effective solution for all.

At Eternelle Aesthetics Cosmetic Clinic in Jubilee Hills, Hyderabad, we understand that every woman's body is different, and we offer a holistic approach to post-pregnancy body changes. Our team of experts will work with you to develop a treatment plan that's tailored to your unique needs and goals.

Procedures Offered at Eternelle Aesthetics Cosmetic Clinic

Breast Lift

Pregnancy and breastfeeding can cause changes in the size and shape of women's breasts, which can sometimes result in a deflated or saggy appearance. A breast lift procedure can help to address these concerns and restore a more youthful shape and position to the breasts.

The procedure involves removing excess skin and tightening the breast tissues, resulting in firmer, lifted breasts. This procedure can be performed on its own or paired with breast augmentation to achieve lifted and fuller breasts.

Breast augmentation is a procedure that involves placing breast implants to increase the size and improve the shape of the breasts. This procedure can also be used to correct asymmetry between the breasts.

Tummy Tuck

After pregnancy, the abdominal muscles can separate, causing a condition known as diastasis recti. This can lead to a protruding belly and a weakened core. A tummy tuck, also called abdominoplasty, is a surgical procedure that can help address these concerns.

During the procedure, an incision is made on the lower abdomen, excess skin and fat are removed, and the abdominal muscles are tightened and sutured together to create a flatter and more toned appearance. Tummy tucks can also address stretch marks and excess skin.

Liposuction

Sometimes even when you’ve lost all the baby weight, some fat pockets are there. Liposuction is a popular cosmetic procedure that can help remove unwanted fat deposits that may not respond to diet and exercise. Our skilled surgeons use the latest technology to safely and effectively remove fat from various areas of the body, including the hips, thighs, and abdomen.

The procedure is minimally invasive and involves inserting a small, thin tube through tiny incisions in the skin. The surgeon will then suction out the unwanted fat, leaving you with a more toned and sculpted figure.

Emsella

Pregnancy and childbirth can cause stress to the pelvic floor muscles, leading to weakened bladder control and leakage. It can be uncomfortable and embarrassing, especially when it leads to bladder leakage during everyday activities like sneezing or laughing.

Emsella is a non-invasive, FDA-approved treatment for urinary incontinence. The treatment involves using electromagnetic waves to stimulate the pelvic floor muscles, resulting in improved muscle strength and function.

Laser Vaginal Tightening

Childbirth can cause vaginal laxity and dryness, which can lead to discomfort and decreased sexual satisfaction. Laser vaginal tightening is a minimally invasive procedure that can help restore vaginal elasticity and improve overall vaginal health. It is a non-surgical, procedure that utilizes laser technology to tighten the muscles and tissues of the vaginal area. The procedure is quick, typically lasting only 20-30 minutes, and requires no downtime.

The benefits of laser vaginal tightening are numerous. In addition to improving sexual satisfaction by enhancing vaginal tightness, the procedure can also improve bladder control and decrease the risk of urinary incontinence. It can also reduce vaginal dryness and discomfort during intercourse.

Dermatological Rejuvenation

The hormonal changes associated with pregnancy can lead to a variety of skin concerns, including acne, hyperpigmentation, and fine lines. Dermatological rejuvenation is a type of mommy makeover procedure that focuses on revitalizing the skin. This can involve a variety of non-surgical treatments such as chemical peels, laser therapy, and injectable fillers or Botox.

Chemical peels can help to remove dead skin cells, unclog pores, and reduce the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles, while laser therapy can stimulate collagen production to improve skin elasticity and reduce hyperpigmentation. Injectable fillers or Botox can be used to restore volume to the face and smooth out wrinkles.

IV Vitamin Therapy

Pregnancy and breastfeeding can deplete the body's essential nutrients, leaving women feeling fatigued and run down. IV vitamin therapy is a safe and effective way to replenish these lost resources, providing a boost of energy and overall wellness. Our team of experts will customize your treatment plan to ensure that you receive the nutrients your body needs to feel its best.

A mommy makeover treatment can be an empowering solution for women who want to regain their pre-pregnancy body confidence. This procedure is not time-sensitive and can be performed shortly after childbirth or years later, at a time that is most convenient and comfortable for the patient.

Women who undergo mommy makeovers report high satisfaction levels, as the procedure can help address multiple concerns at once. To better understand what to expect from the surgery, we recommend pre-surgery counselling. We can guide you through the process, answer any questions you may have, and help you set realistic expectations for the outcome of the surgery.

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