#peach thy lash

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skin potions review (◕‿◕✿)

Skin Potions

I heard about Skin Potions from several bloggers and from the ads on Instagram and Facebook. I was curious but I still had products to use and they were still doing their job, not that they’re ineffective now but curiosity really got me and there was a sale near me so I purchased a couple of products from Skin Potions. I bought it last March 14, 2019 during the Beautify 2019 event. I literally went out of my way from Valenzuela to buy the Peach Thy Lash product but ended up buying 3 more products. In my defense, their packaging is super cute, okay! They made a cartoon out of the main ingredient of their products. I used them right away when I did my skin care routine that night so let me break down my experience with their products:

·       Tomato Serum

 I have heard of tomato having skin care benefits but I haven’t tried one so this my first try. This serum, according to their website, claims to increase fairness, balance pH levels, tighten pores, treat sunburn, reduce skin irritation, and cure acne. It’s organic and uses natural-based ingredients. I got it for Php207 but it’s originally Php 295 so that’s 30% off! Not bad for a locally made serum especially if it really works!

 Packaging/Product: The label sticker is so cute: a tomato picking his/her fellow tomatoes! As I said, the graphic design really attracts buyers since the color scheme, cartoon drawings, font is pleasing to the eyes. The bottle has a pump which is what I consider hygienic since I don’t like dirt from the environment potentially mixing with the product. I also like that you can control the amount that comes out because some pumps don’t work and release much more than you intend to get due to faulty pump bottle. The pump bottle contains 30mL or 1.014 fl. oz. of serum in it which is dropper bottle. It also smells like strawberry which is a surprise considering it’s a tomato-based product. My mom even thought ants would crawl on our faces at night because it smells too sweet, it might attract ants. Update: It didn’t attract ants to our faces.

 Performance: The serum is thick in consistency. I only need a pea-size amount for my entire face. It dries pretty quickly when I apply it in a dry airconditioned room. Why do I need an airconditioned room? Because here’s the thing, my face sweats easily so I think it affects the performance in my opinion. I think because of the sweat on my face, my skin can’t fully absorb the serum so I had to dry my face off with electric fan. Anyway, the serum spreads easily across the face and leaves a sticky feeling for a little while. I don’t know if it’s just me or everybody experiences the post-application sticky feeling. It’s only for a little while though because the serum dries pretty quickly, maybe less than 30 seconds. I use the serum twice a day, one in the morning or afternoon and one in the evening.

 Results: My skin is sensitive to certain products; the reaction is immediate. I will see blind pimples in places I don’t usually get them so that’s how I know whether the product is compatible with my skin or not. Fortunately for me, the Tomato Serum is compatible with my skin. I noticed that my bumps lessened in numbers and my pimples decreased in size. My skin still has texture but I have yet to see if it smoothens after one bottle. I haven’t seen any major differences in my skin but I will still use it because it gradually lessens my bumps and pimples.

·         Rosehip Oil

I’ve always wanted to try the Rosehip Oil because my friends say the whiten the dark scars from pimple/acne. I never had the chance since the popular brands I looked at sells them for 500 and up and as a student, I don’t have the budget for that. Until, Skin Potions announced that they will have mega sale in North Edsa. My mom immediately bought one to see if the reviews are true. It costs Php200 when we got it but there was a 50% off so it’s originally priced at Php400 for a 30mL or 1.014 fl. oz.. I consider it a steal since most Rosehip costs Php500 and up!

 Packaging/Product: The label sticker was a little off, it can be easily peeled off since the sticker size exceeds the space on the bottle. It’s a spray bottle which got me curious how will that work since it’s oil. Its consistency is a little thicker than liquid. Unfortunately, it sprays everywhere whenever I use it so I had to be careful when using it. No matter how I use it (against my palm or fingers), the product sprays everywhere. The bottle contains 30mL or 1.014 fl. oz of product which is also standard with oils. I wish the container is a dropper bottle because it’s easier to use with oils.

 Performance: I don’t usually use oils. I stayed off of it since I realized it feels hot on the skin. The last time I did was with V&M Naturals’ Emu Oil, that worked out great for me. The Rosehip Oil is like your typical oil. It doesn’t have any special thing to it. It doesn’t smell anything special. It applies to the skin like any other oils so I can’t speak any more than that.

 Results: The results were great. I only used 4-5 times since I bought it but I already saw great results on my skin. Since my skin is sensitive, I always have pimples on my cheeks, forehead and sometimes, jaws. I have a bad habit on picking on them when I forget to put a pimple patch on it and that often results to dark scars. I refuse to put make up on it because I sweat a lot (it would be useless) and I don’t go out when I have fresh dark marks. It’s embarrassing. When I applied it after 4-5 times, I noticed that a 1-week old dark mark on my right cheek lightened. Had I not put anything on it, it would last for months before it fades. It’s amazing. I will post pictures of before and after when it completely lightens.

·         Peach Thy Lash

I’m pretty insecure with my eyebrows ever since I had it threaded so I always use eyebrow pencils. I tried using castor oil for my brows and lashes but I feel a slight pain on my eyebrow area and sting in my eyes. Also, pure castor oil feels heavy on the lashes so I don’t like putting it on much. When I saw the Instagram posts of Skin Potions and saw actual results from Peach Thy Lash, I decided then and there that I would buy one. It’s pretty cheap considering the packaging is great so I was excited to use it. It claims to grow and strengthen your eyebrows and lashes. I got for Php120 but it really costs Php150.

Packaging/Product: It’s so small, only 5mL or 0.169 fl. oz, so at first, I expected less with the quality of packaging but when I saw the size of the spoolie brush, I was amazed because I already know from the looks of it that it will apply great on my eyebrows and lashes. The serum smells like flowers so I enjoy using it. The ingredients are almost all organic: water, castor oil, Tsubaki oil, aloe water, and rosehip oil. It also contains perfume and a preservative called phenoxyethanol. What’s also great about it is the stopper in the tube’s mouth that prevents me from using so much product at once. It saves me from using so much and finishing the tube quickly.

 Performance: The spoolie works great when applying the product since it’s bigger than the usual spoolies, I can see that it spreads the serum evenly on my brows and lashes. The only con is that I can’t reach the corner hairs on my lashes without hitting my eyes, so I have to use both hands to apply the serum on all the hairs including the inner corner ones. Overall, it’s a great product in terms of performance. I use it twice a day, morning and night. It dries out quickly and it doesn’t feel heavy on the brows and lashes.

 Results: I have a less hair on the front of my eyebrows and I have bald spot on my lashes so that’s my focus when applying. On my bald front brows, I notice that there are little hairs growing right now. It’s not really noticeable unless I look closely into it. I was happy with it because it means my bald brows still have hope. On my lashes, they’re already a good length, not too short and it fans out so I should be content with it right? But I also have a bald spot, so I see to it to put serum on it first. But overall, I see that my lashes look a little longer than before to the point where I can see them without looking at a mirror.

 General Verdict:

I know it’s too early to say it but I really like the products in terms of price, packaging, performance, and the results after at least a week. For a student, the price range of their products are affordable. I don’t mind splurging a little bit on their products because the quality in general is amazing so far. The packaging is well-thought out in my opinion because their color schemes, cute characters and overall packaging feel is attractive. It makes you want to buy more. Personally, I want to collect their products because it’s so cute. The performance is also a plus, it’s functions well. It;s not hassle to use. I almost did not have a difficulty using their products except for the Rosehip Oil, the oil splashes everywhere no matter what angle I do or how softly I press the pump. I wish they would change it to a dropper bottle instead. It’s easier to use. The results? I love it. My skin didn’t react badly to it. It only means that it doesn’t have a toxic ingredient on it. I will include it in my skin care routine from now on. I also can’t wait to try out their other products! Good job, Skin Potions Team!

Photos © Skin Potions Website

[makerof150papermasks]

Hamlet Mariofied Act 3 Scene 1

Bolded names refer to the Mario characters playing the roles. The character role names remain the same in the context of the play and its dialogue.

Mario = Mario

Wendy = Ophelia

Bowser = Claudius

Peach = Gertrude

Kamek = Polonius

Wario = Rosencrantz

Waluigi = Guildenstern

Toadsworth, Army Hammer Bro, Mushroom Chancellor, Lubba, Donkey Kong Jr. = Lords

Act III Scene 1

Elsinore. A room in the Castle.

Enter Bowser, Peach, Kamek, Wendy, Wario, Waluigi,

and Lords. Initiate the music from Jolly Roger Bay

Bowser. And can you by no drift of circumstance

Get from him why he puts on this confusion,

Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

 With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

Wario. He does confess he feels himself distracted,

But from what cause he will by no means speak.

Waluigi. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,

But with a crafty madness keeps aloof

 When we would bring him on to some confession

Of his true state.

Peach. Did he receive you well?

Wario. Most like a gentleman.

Waluigi. But with much forcing of his disposition.

 Wario. Niggard of question, but of our demands

Most free in his reply.

Peach. Did you assay him

To any pastime?

Wario. Madam, it so fell out that certain players

 We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,

And there did seem in him a kind of joy

To hear of it. They are here about the court,

And, as I think, they have already order

This night to play before him.

 Kamek. 'Tis most true;

And he beseech'd me to entreat your Majesties

To hear and see the matter.

Bowser. With all my heart, and it doth much content me

To hear him so inclin'd.

 Good gentlemen, give him a further edge

And drive his purpose on to these delights.

Wario. We shall, my lord.

Exeunt Wario and Waluigi.

Bowser. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;

 For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,

That he, as 'twere by accident, may here

Affront Wendy.

Her father and myself (lawful espials)

Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,

 We may of their encounter frankly judge

And gather by him, as he is behav'd,

If't be th' affliction of his love, or no,

That thus he suffers for.

Peach. I shall obey you;

 And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish

That your good beauties be the happy cause

Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your virtues

Will bring him to his wonted way again,

To both your honours.

 Wendy. Madam, I wish it may.

[Exit Peach.]

Kamek. Ophelia, walk you here.- Gracious, so please you,

We will bestow ourselves.- [To Wendy] Read on this book,

That show of such an exercise may colour

 Your loneliness.- We are oft to blame in this,

'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage

And pious action we do sugar o'er

The Devil himself.

Bowser. [aside] O, 'tis too true!

 How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!

The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art,

Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it

Than is my deed to my most painted word.

O heavy burthen!

 Kamek. I hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my lord.

Exeunt Bowser and Kamek.

Enter Mario. Tune to fortress/castle Level from Super Mario Bros 3

Mario. To be, or not to be- that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

 The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

 That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.

To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

 Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,

 The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

 But that the dread of something after death-

The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns- puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

 Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

 And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!

The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins rememb'red.

Wendy. Good my lord,

How does your honour for this many a day?

 Mario. I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

Wendy. My lord, I have remembrances of yours

That I have longed long to re-deliver.

I pray you, now receive them.

Mario. No, not I!

 I never gave you aught.

Wendy. My honour'd lord, you know right well you did,

And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd

As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,

Take these again; for to the noble mind

 Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

There, my lord.

Mario. Ha, ha! Are you honest?

Wendy. My lord?

Mario. Are you fair?

Wendy. What means your lordship?

Mario. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no

discourse to your beauty.

Wendy. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

Mario. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform

 honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can

translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox,

but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Wendy. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Mario. You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so

 inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you

not.

Wendy. I was the more deceived.

Mario. Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of

sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse

 me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my

beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give

them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I

do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all;

 believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your

father?

Wendy. At home, my lord.

Mario. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool

nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.

 Wendy. O, help him, you sweet heavens!

Mario. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:

be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape

calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt

needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what

 monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too.

Farewell.

Wendy. O heavenly powers, restore him!

Mario. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath

given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you

 amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your

wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't! it hath made

me mad. I say, we will have no moe marriages. Those that are

married already- all but one- shall live; the rest shall keep as

they are. To a nunnery, go. Exit. Cue melody to Wario’s Castle from Super Mario Land 2: Six Golden Coins.

 Wendy. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword,

Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,

The glass of fashion and the mould of form,

Th' observ'd of all observers- quite, quite down!

  And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,

That suck'd the honey of his music vows,

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,

Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;

That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth

 Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me

T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Enter Bowser and Kamek.

Bowser. Love? his affections do not that way tend;

Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,

 Was not like madness. There's something in his soul

O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;

And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose

Will be some danger; which for to prevent,

I have in quick determination

 Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England

For the demand of our neglected tribute.

Haply the seas, and countries different,

With variable objects, shall expel

This something-settled matter in his heart,

 Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus

From fashion of himself. What think you on't?

Kamek. It shall do well. But yet do I believe

The origin and commencement of his grief

Sprung from neglected love.- How now, Ophelia?

 You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said.

We heard it all.- My lord, do as you please;

But if you hold it fit, after the play

Let his queen mother all alone entreat him

To show his grief. Let her be round with him;

 And I'll be plac'd so please you, in the ear

Of all their conference. If she find him not,

To England send him; or confine him where

Your wisdom best shall think.

Bowser. It shall be so.

 Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. Exeunt.

[libidomechanica]

And that

And that: so ever blowing  people, with our 

spirit animates  eternal 

years old and now  flock of Hazeldean. While 

we shall but his Headed  nighting Warriour, Thee, Saviour, 

and opium, ratafie and  live damask, and 

shoue: each leads, that woud by Laws are  green, a page where 

happy hour, given  us is over 

the white small birds, pursue,  still should have bedded to 

dismount: and Musicke doth nye,  I have put it in 

wi me. From New York, lying  love depend on Fortune, 

make your chiefest joy,      amid  their skill, still unshent, and, 

you may look up with  him they first appeare more 

the one with  woe, which flies, with 

lid-lashes all faith one has  love thy memory will 

come a turn, left the  dark hills are the 

white when, some yet he  known: and future Fame there 

was far as the  Land, their doors being not 

his son, but in which? Alas! — O why should adore? 

She says quixotic she means; and  twilight is passioned 

to thankfully. The  screen: Shimei, thought: A 

measure can behold a Banisht  Davidd Rule Jerusalem, 

would never done or too hard  mechanic ghostlike, 

taking into  delight. of all who come 

as other pleasure seen, with  Kings, to be, 

and War was shocked  out of the twelve 

dancing could nourishes, is here,  maybe, some good a 

King: as midnight, and call, in  unexpected on 

our day and her  saddest way, the universal 

frame, unwarily was  no doubtfull cycle, 

who nere could have made him he  attended from her 

lives and his peculiar  priviledge afford; 

resolve in loves me at my  Muse hath sharp spark, and as 

the leaf make soone by a  spells and so history, 

which would understand.  Who best always s

aid a woman and wax an  ultra-royalist in 

poverty, anger brings to  him, you keep free, and 

sea, that of Life, where it  feel, or, mind elsewhere, 

God wote, succulent peache, with  pleasure yield they with 

her,-provokes revenge delayd:  doubt you catch me at even 

to One, in pride;  however the soldier 

too night not so, great Lord God, but  your eyes and Names assurance 

makes and each resources,  as with lifted 

hands that standing  then— he took precedence she 

was waxin weary evry  please the ground better 

than those sole account; and  to pleasure lent, submitted, 

golden beam has her  by to coverlet, 

all saue a beast, pecking reproduce,  or rot upon, would 

rather could render no more,  Love, I ask? And his 

Grace: than to gay, Defile  wet was lost. 

as grosly as Id  talking. Proue, a field. Heart, 

while their variety: with  Arctic mains 

of the sweet; from Empire,  Whispers, in 

all crimson on a coast  of all succeed; of 

the superlative truth to  vent, or ran throughout 

her amazed, two almost read  it. Since we have actually 

marry,  unless whats 

best, and says, “Ill not mad; yet  wist na what made aware.”

[annastrxng]

Annlett: The Great Escape? Or the Great Defeat?

Chapter #1: I’d Come For You

Anna’s pale face is caked with several days worth of dirt, dried blood, and grime. Her dark locks fell in a wild tangle to the side of her neck, in the form of a sloppily decaying bun. Craters and cracks formed across her gentle ripe-peach colored lips, which, seem to remain pursed in perpetual anticipation of what was to come.

Sharply bristled cords dig deep trenches in the soft flesh of her wrists with every minor movement Anna makes. The ripping of her skin serves as a constant reminder that she is no longer a free citizen of the colonies, but rather a prisoner of His Majesty’s army.  

Bruises inflicted by boots and fists practically sing against her stays with every breath she takes. Anna had been dealt with harshly by her captors; not that she could blame them. They were after answers, not awards for hospitality.

The charges against her were right on the money: sedition and spying. Having been captured with treasonous correspondence on her person, Anna could scarcely refute the claims; even if she wanted to. She had been tried, convicted, and sentenced to hang.

Anna’s soul was exhausted from the time it spent wavering between carefully weaved fictions and the gospel truth. She didn’t want to have to lie again. Her words had destroyed the only thing she had left to fight for, Major Hewlett. He was an unforeseen casualty of her career as a spy. An innocent man caught in the nasty tangle of strained friendships, loyalties, ever shifting-morals, and sides.  

The brunette’s hands were empty. She had nothing left to give after devoting everything she owned to the Rebel Cause. Anna had sacrificed her all in the fight. Unfortunately, not even her life would be spared.

Her shoulders slump in defeat. They seem to have taken on the weight of the world and it is a burden too heavy for her to carry. There is no hope of a rescue, not even a minuscule flicker. No one in the Culper Ring would notice that Anna was in danger for several more days. By the time they would realize it, they would be too late. The near solitude of her confinement was to be her only and final companion.

Long dark lashes slowly flicker upwards to examine the ever darkening sky, on this, her final night of life. There, twinkling against the deep grapefruit oranges, cotton candy pinks and blues, and the calm lavenders, were the first evening stars. Anna’s vision blurs as silver orbs overwhelm the rims of her eyes and coldly wash down the curves of her cheekbones. In spite of the brunette’s great efforts to contain them, a series of agonizing sobs escape her heavily wracking chest.

Keeping her head angled defiantly up at the sky, Anna sputtered between tattered breaths. “Why did you say that you loved me for all that I am…and all…that I be, Edmund? Why? Why di…. did you…then… leave when… when you finally saw… the r… real me?! Why… did I ha… have to fall in love with you wh…while star gazing?! I… I should have… known…better. Play…wi…with fire and d…deserve to get burned. But I lo…loved you. Y…you…still, h…hold my heart even if, you be un…unaware of it. I…I should h..have told you when I had the chance. Now, you’ll …never know.”  

Her hoarse and wavering tone continues to entreat,“God… be this your way of p…punishing me? Are you… to use my last hours… to taunt and t…torment me?! Am I… to die alone fo…for all of my sins?! Is… this my… comeuppance?” Anna didn’t really blame God or believe he was behind this. God was the author of all good things. But right now, nothing felt very pleasant and He was the one in charge.

No audible answers to her questions could be heard emerging from the mocking and heart-breaking silence. However, Anna could hear the laughter of her guards as well as their crude remarks regarding her pain.

The brunette curls into a ball and attempts to pray. Four words hesitantly pass over her lips as she resigns herself to her fate. “Thy… will… be … done.” It is all that Anna has the strength to say in conversation with the benevolent Creator of the Universe.

What hour she ceased keeping vigil for the morning light escapes her. The hours drain one into the next, very slowly and without much significant change. Heavy laden lids pressed closed and a sudden darkness envelopes her slender figure.

That is, until she becomes acutely aware of another presence in her cell by the sound of leaves crackling under their foot. The guards had come for her and she would soon have to meet her fate.

I’m going to die today. Anna reminds herself.

Startled, Anna jolts out of her dreamless slumber and pulls away from the other’s reach. The rebel spy wasn’t as ready to be lowered into the ground as she had tried to convince herself she was.

Swallowing thickly the brunette pleads, “w..wait…I…I be unprepared. G…Give me but a m…moment… to pray.”

Anna blinks back the fog of grogginess still clinging to her maple-syrup hues. It was still quite dark outside. To add to her problems, everything was still fuzzy from having an ocean’s worth of tears pour from her eyes. She could just barely make out a blur of vibrant scarlet and white.

The other’s large and amiable hand comes to rest upon her cheek. The touch, as gentle as it is, is met with a frightful fit of trembling. Anna can easily recall the brutality with which, the regulars had presented her the past few days and it filled her with great dread.

“Pl…please. D…don’t h…hurt me. I’ll…do…do wh…whatever… you ask of me,” the brunette supplicates. The word ‘whatever’ hitches in the back of her throat the moment she recalls the Queen’s Ranger by the name of Tanner and what he had demanded of her. She subconsciously shudders, hoping the guard would not request such things from her.  

“Anna… Anna, easy. It is only me,” a patient and familiar voice beckons. The man crouches down beside her. “My God, what have they done to you? Have you been molested by any of the men here?” He murmurs softly, his callous fingers gingerly brushing back the thick mat of her hair from her wretched face. The major could not comprehend how ‘gentlemen’ serving under the King’s command would be brazen enough to treat even a rebel woman so horrendously.

More tears slick her lashes and her lips quiver violently. Why was she seeing the form, hearing the voice, and feeling the touch of Major Hewlett? Was this just another vision coming to devastate her already crushed soul?

It takes her a few moments to realize that Edmund was equally as physically present as she was. Unable to find her voice she shakes her head “no”. It is not an entirely honest answer. But it was the only one Anna had been semi-prepared to give considering the circumstances. She had been beaten a few times for the sake of gaining information but her stubborn tongue remained unwilling to offer the Regulars things of use, instead of insults. It made their treatment of her more hostile. What would it matter if she was already going to die? Cowardice has never been her style.

Edmund knows that Anna has been put through hell. He can see it in her gaze and he can sense it in the way she reacts to even the most adoring and affectionate touches. After all, Hewlett had once been a prisoner of war himself. He would not wish such ill-treatment on his worst enemies. Correction, maybe he would wish it upon Simcoe but never his beloved Anna. Tight knots form within Hewlett’s stomach as he considered everything his fellow countrymen might have forced Anna to endure.

In spite of the internal turmoil raging within him, Edmund’s thin lips sweep upwards to offer her a toothless smile in an effort to comfort her. “It’s going to be okay. I’m here now,” he breathes.

“Anna, I need you to hold still. I prefer not having to inflict further injury on you,” the Major commands, producing a sharp stiletto blade from his uniform coat. He motions in the direction of her tightly bound wrists to let her know his intent, lest she become even more fearful of him.

Even if, Anna had never loved him, Edmund felt determined to try and still win her affection. This dark-eyed enchantress was what made abandoning the terrible colonies so intolerably difficult for him. Somehow the news of her capture and impending death had softened his hardened heart once again, for her. Yes, she had injured him very deeply with her betrayal. It would have been extremely easy for a lesser man to let her hang; but not him. Hewlett could not let her die, not when he had the power to do something about it.

Besides, the longer Edmund dwelt on her actions, the less convinced he was that Anna had told him the truth about her feelings when they had last parted ways. There was something about her silent ‘no’ that just didn’t feel right. Perhaps, it was just the hopeless romantic side of him that found it amiss. Still, he couldn’t think of a reason for Anna to have saved him from one of her eldest and dearest friends, that didn’t equate to some level of love. Or at the very least, proclaim a twinge of respect.

The still trembling brunette braces her bruised figure against the logs used as a wall for her cell and whispers, “I…I’ll try.” The more she strives to quell her nerves, the more fiercely her poor limbs quake. Anna pulls her knees towards her chest and drapes her bound arms across them, in an effort to provide the major with the stillness required to free her.

The major quickly kneels beside her and wordlessly begins to saw at the thick and tightly wrapped cords.

Studying his stern features, Anna can not determine if he has truly come to rescue her. Or if, adversely, he has come to hand her over to the hangman. After all, one good betrayal deserves another. The uneasy knots return to her stomach and her heart is sent into a maddening series of thundering thumps. She knows that the Major has more reason to see her hanged than saved from the noose. Yet, personally sending people to their deaths just didn’t seem to be Hewlett’s style. That was more Simcoe’s way. Besides, Edmund had just vowed that everything would be ‘okay’. In all of the time, Anna had spent with the Major, she had discovered him to consistently be a man of his word. Would this be the first time he’d break her trust? Anna wasn’t a hundred percent certain. But trusting him appears to be the best and most logical option she has. Especially, compared to the alternative.

“E…Edmund? Wh..what are you doing here? Y… you’re s…supposed to… to be on…a ship …headed for Scotland?”  Anna murmurs. Her tongue sticks to the roof of her dry mouth as she makes the not-so-veiled inquiry. Hewlett’s sudden return to her life both baffles and vexes her.

A nervous and half-breathy laugh escapes Edmund as he works through the first of the tight cords. “I was all but boarded when the news of your detainment reached New York. I knew I had to come.” The Major was kind of surprised that she hadn’t quite considered herself worthy of saving. Yet, he knew that was Anna’s way. She’d save others a thousand times over before thinking of herself.

In his rushed attempt to get her bindings undone, Hewlett slips and scratches her with the blade. A disapproving frown finds his lips as inky red blood is drawn from his mistake. He internally chastises himself for not being more careful with the poor woman. “My apologies, Anna,” he breathes in a contrite tone.

She winces slightly as the blade nicks her skin. Her wrists were so numb she barely felt the scratch. Instead, the brunette reacts to Hewlett’s abrupt frown and his words. “I be fine. There is no need to fret,” Anna assures him.

Anna had experienced far worse injuries growing up with predominantly male friends. Dearest acquaintances, who, on occasion inspired the need to embark upon dangerous adventures. The same group of male friends still managed to pull Anna into their high-risk stunts. With age, came the intensification of the consequences for their actions. No longer were they risking broken bones by dueling with sticks or jumping over fences, they were risking life and limb. Plus having been beaten at the hands of the Regulars for days, Anna had built up an almost scary indifference to pain. Besides, Hewlett was doing his best to free her. It would hardly be proper to chastise him for an unintentional mistake.

Anna’s head lowers shamefully and she murmurs, “I be sorry.” She can’t help but feel incredibly guilty for making him miss passage back to his homeland. In fact, she can’t even meet his gaze as it fixes upon her.

The Major stops his work to fully consider her. He can’t help it. His brows furrow together in bewilderment. Edmund repeats, “Sorry?”

“For having you come all this way…for me and…for making y….you miss your ship,” Anna returns.

A sigh escapes his parted lips. “Anna, look at me,” he implores. He uses the fingers of his free hand to lift her chin upwards. Edmund wants her to comprehend every word that spills from his tongue because it is imperative. She is more important to him than his home could ever be. His darling Anna had been since the day she jumped from the rebel boat; even though, he later discovered her ulterior motives.

Anna swallows sharply as her chin is lifted towards him. At his request, tired eyes locked upon his pools of root-beer and foam. It was strange how his eyes still radiated so much love and concern even after months of being apart.

He waits until he has her attention before continuing, “I would have traveled three times the distance and missed the very last ship home if it meant that I got to see you safe. Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I am confident that there will be other ships bound for Scotland.”

“A….after everything I…I’ve d….done?” She queries in astonishment, her tone wavering ever so slightly above a pained whisper. Several fresh and unbidden silver orbs journey down her cheeks.

Now it is Edmund’s turn to be bashful. “You protected me from dangers that I could not see and you did so at your own peril. You valued my safety over my good opinion. While it wounded me terribly, I am still alive. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, would we?” He gives a brief pause before asking, “Will you forgive me for being so ungrateful for your efforts?” His trembling fingers slowly wipe away her tears. Despite the muddy mess covering Anna’s countenance, he presses his lips chastely to her cheek.

A rosy pink sweeps into the upper crests of her dirtied cheeks. She is unaccustomed to such extreme displays of kindness and appreciation for her work. Yet, she should have expected nothing less of a gentleman like Hewlett. “The…there be nothing for me to forgive, Edmund. You be far too good and compassionate a man. I don’t deserve friends like you.” The brunette tips her head to the side to kiss the lowest corner of his jaw in return. Anna inhales slowly, taking in the scent of his shaving lather. While it was not sweet like flowers, it was certainly not pungent. In fact, it was kind of addicting scent. “It be I…who, should… ask for absolution,” she whispered in return.

Hewlett blinks back at Anna in shock. Her lips were warm but rough like sandpaper against his skin. He closed his eyes to savor the moment before the corner of his jaw would be surrendered back to the cold absence of her affection. Any semblance of anger he had clung to in an effort to keep his heart from getting broken again, crumbled like dried bread under the heels of a boot. Edmund finds himself once more at her mercy; even though she is the one still secured by the cords that he had only begun cutting. At the thought of her poor wrists, he gently removes his hand from under her chin and returns to the task of freeing her.

“Anna? There is something you should know…” Hewlett starts, before letting his voice trail off. His tone comes out sounding rather distant, tense, and slightly troubled. The knife is worked hurriedly against the ropes until he finally earns Anna’s complete freedom. Then, just as quickly as the blade was furnished, it is re-hidden within the confines of his uniform jacket.

The brunette smiles up at him as she rolled her wrists to regain a semblance of feeling back. The smile falters at the sound of his anxious tone. “Aye? What be that?” Anna prompts. She internally braces herself for whatever he will say next.

Edmund lets out a slow exhale. “I didn’t officially obtain permission to govern a rescue or secure your release. I… I persuaded the guards to take a small bribe. We need to get out of here and soon…before they change their minds.”  His words are laced with apprehension. When he said small bribe, Hewlett meant a small fortune. However, he was too polite to tell Anna just how much her rescue cost him. She was worth every cent he spent and more.

“Judas priest!” She whispers, her eyes widening considerably at the revelation. Anna was completely stunned he had gone to such lengths for her. This was the man who, on day one of his Setauket occupation said that ‘law, order, and authority were everything’. Here, Edmund was breaking the law and risking his own life for her. She was quite impressed by his ingenuity and surprised by the drastic change that had fallen over him. Then again, if Anna truly thought about it, she too had changed considerably from that day.  

Hewlett hurriedly returns to his feet. He extends his hand to Anna and helps her up as well. “Are you okay to stand?”

“I be fine, Edmund,” she answers.

From under his uniform jacket, he pulled a bundled scarlet-jacket, white vest, and breeches. He is quick to extend the uniform in Anna’s direction. A sheepish expression finds its way onto his face. “C…Can you be quick in changing? Getting you out of that dress…” He pauses to swallow sharply, fighting back improper thoughts about her. Clearing his throat he continues, “might help us get out of here undetected.”  

“Aye,” she answers. The brunette didn’t even wait for him to turn around before she starts shedding her gown.

His eyes linger upon her wonderfully elegant curves. To his delight, Anna moves gracefully even in the tense situation; even-more-so for a bruised and battered prisoner of war. The sight of the ghastly purple and blue patches made his blood boil. Yet, Anna wore them so valiantly that it was hard not to find some beauty in them. He let his thoughts about her carry him away. Realizing that he was unintentionally ogling her and that it might make her uncomfortable, Edmund’s face flushes. Quickly and respectfully he turns his back to her.

It didn’t take Anna long to redress once her stays had been removed. A widened grin slides upwards on her lips when she noticed a faint hint of pink branding Hewlett’s cheeks before he turns away from her. Her heart skips a few beats as she realized just how deeply her heart was tethered to his. It took all of her strength not to confess how ardently she felt for him. Now was not the time for such things. They had to focus on escaping. Maybe such confessions could come later.

But first, she had a small and rather urgent problem. Anna had never worn breeches. The brunette had washed many pairs but never dare to try them on.Anna hadn’t the faintest idea of how to button them. Or even how to keep them from sliding down her considerably smaller waist, without taking them in several inches with a needle and thread. “Uhmmm… Major…” The brunette prompts, in a demure tone. Her own face taking on a tomato coloring as she peers over at him.

“Yes?” He quizzes, tilting his head to the side to look at her from over one shoulder in case she was not yet decent. “Ah… yes. Let me help you,” he breathes, without reflecting too greatly on what he was helping Anna do. He turns and strides the three steps it took to get to her side.

It seems the poor woman was confounded by the multitude of buttons on the front of the uniform breeches. So much so, that she had done them up quite awkwardly. Edmund takes a deep breath as his hands find her middle and he focuses on re-buttoning her. His knuckles accidentally brush against Anna’s bruised but warm skin which, is only covered by the thin fabric of the undershirt. As a result, his thoughts take an unholy turn. The officer struggles to control his passions. There is nothing he wants to do more in that moment than kiss her and claim her as his; with her permission, of course.

A small sweat breaks out upon his forehead as he tries not to gaze into her eyes or down at her chest. Edmund fears that in his eyes, she might discover all of the shameful thoughts he had and still has about her. Hewlett redirects his attention to the danger that would find them if, they lingered any longer than necessary.

Anna can scarcely breathe as his gaze is directed to her. The coincidental sweep of Hewlett’s knuckles against her filled her with a maddening desire that she had no choice but to conceal. She could not, however, pry her gaze away from Edmund as he studiously works on adjusting her uniform. If only she could know what was going through his mind. Did Hewlett still find her as attractive as she found him? Or had she somehow become repulsive to him? Why did it feel so natural being beside him even in this state of undress? Her thoughts are so loud, she is surprised that Hewlett can not hear them.

Edmund clears his throat when he realizes just how big the breeches are on Anna. They were still slowly drooping towards the ground in spite of his work. Thinking quickly, the major fashions a belt out of the extra coil of rope. Fortunately, Anna was small enough that it worked. “There….” He proudly states, appraising her with a once over glance. He can not help but be impressed by how stunning she looks in the uniform of his choosing. If only it had been her own as well…..

“Thank you, Edmund,” Anna gushes. Her upper row of teeth drags slowly against her lower lip as she contemplates kissing him. It is a thought that is quickly dismissed when he hands her the vest that belongs over the undershirt. At least this garment was a little more fitted to her figure. It was also much easier to button than the breeches had been. After the vest is secured, Anna is quick to shrug on the enemy jacket.

“I’m afraid that is as good as we are going to get. That is, until we can find some water…to clean you up with.” Hewlett remarks, removing the black uniform hat from his head and placing it upon Anna’s head. The hat too seemed slightly large. Although, this could work in their favor. Hewlett hopes that it is just big enough to cover her feminine facial structure. Still, if people didn’t look too closely, she could potentially pass for a recently recruited Regular. Anna was by far the prettiest Regular Edmund had ever seen.

It wasn’t until he mentioned water that Anna found herself craving some. Instinctively she licked her parched lips.

The subconscious gesture hadn’t escaped his notice. Hewlett wordlessly slips his flask to her with one hand, the other coils protectively around her waist. Hastily he ushers her out of the make-shift prison, into the camp, and towards the woods.

She is grateful for the drink. It had been at least two days since she had a proper one. Anna chokes with the first sip but takes the second one anyways. Semi-hydrated again, Anna steps briskly to keep up with the Major’s fast strides. The brunette doesn’t vocally thank him for fear of getting caught but she gives him a nod of appreciation. Her own fingers instinctively and unintentionally remain locked around his flask.

In the distance, early rising birds begin to chirp the first forewarning that everything would soon come awash with brilliant yellow light. The appearance of the sunshine would make their escape far more difficult. Nothing draws more attention than a pair of cherry red coats traveling through the leaf-barren forest. Attention was the very last thing they needed to attract. But first, they had to get out of the camp which, was, unfortunately, starting to awaken all around them.

((To be continued))

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CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT - LOLA-BLUE LOXIAS

BASICS

NAME: Lola-Blue Leda Loxias 

NICKNAMES?: Lola, Blue, Baby Blue, Lo, Little Blue

AGE: 21

BIRTHDAY: September 30th

GENDER: Female

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual 

ZODIAC SIGN: Libra

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOR: Platinum Blonde

EYE COLOR: Blue

HEIGHT: 5′6

BUILD: Slim, Petite, Thin

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: N/A

HERITAGE/ETHNICITY: English

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS?: Ear Piercings

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Bright Blue Eyes. Like insanely blue eyes.

WIX

BLOODSTATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE/YEAR: Gryffindor, Junior

MAJOR/MINOR: Majoring in Elemental and Dimensional Magic

BOGGART: Abandonment/Crippling Loneliness 

PATRONUS: A Dog: Those with the dog patronus are very loyal to those they care about, but can vary widely in personality, in extreme ways. Some are the silent type, speaking only to specific individuals and keeping within their comfort zone. They are hesitant in their situations and can seem to be stand-offish or intimidating to some. Others are quite bubbly, speaking to everyone and trying to be friendly and cordial. However when this demeanor is threatened they can become very blunt and harsh, showing aspects of the quieter dogs. 

QUIDDITCH?: N/A

PREFECT?: N/A

EXTRA CIRCULARS?: Charms

WAND: Ash, Unicorn Hair, Solid, 13′

AMORENTIA: Mint, Cherry Blossoms, Ocean Air. 

SPEECH

LANGUAGES: English, French, Norwegian

ACCENT?: English, a little more proper than most

VOICE PITCH: Average

ANYTHING DISTINCTIVE?: Not one for swearing but one can come out every now and again

PERSONALITY

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: A bit of both

HOBBIES/INTERESTS: Travelling, Reading, Decorating, Fashion

SKILLS/TALENTS: Lola is gifted in the field of Elemental Magic, Wandless Magic, Interior Design, Fashion sketching/designing

BAD HABITS: Puts all of her energy into progressing her skills in elemental magic, it often leads to exhaustion and on several occasions her nose has started bleeding or she’s passed out because it’s taken too much of a toll on her small body. She also focuses on helping others so much she forgets to look after herself.

LIKES: Travelling, Reading, Spending time with friends, Cooking

DISLIKES: Bullies, People that find joy in tearing other people down, Seeing someone she cares about upset or in pain

STRENGTHS: Intelligent, Caring, Loyal, Brave, Honest, Open-Minded

FLAWS: Anxious, Stubborn, Can be argumentative at times

PET PEEVES: People thinking thy are better than others, People that flaunt money, Fame hoggers

DESCRIBE SENSE OF HUMOR: Lola laughs at everything tbh. Like if her dog looks at her in a funny way, she’ll start laughing.

FAVORITES

COLOR: Those colours that fall into sunsets. She’s particularly drawn to the pink hues from a sunset

ANIMAL: Otters. Man, Lola-Blue is wild for those things

FOOD: She eats very healthy, but does love pizza. 

DRINK: Tea. Lola loves peppermint tea. 

GENRE OF BOOKS: Classic Novels, Crime, Nature, Psychology 

GENRE OF MOVIES/TV:  Drama, Crime, Action, Comedy, Romance

GENRE OF MUSIC: Pop, Indie

SEASON: Spring. She loves seeing the flowers bloom

RELATIONSHIPS

RELATIONSHIP WITH PARENTS: Lola doesn’t see her parents as much as she’d like to but that’s partly her fault for travelling just as much as her parents. She frequently keeps in touch with them and always makes sure she makes it home for Christmas. 

RELATIONSHIP WITH SIBLINGS: Only Child

RELATIONSHIP WITH EXTENDED FAMILY: Grammy Loxias is a gem to the earth and Lola adores her. The old lady takes no shit and is a goddamn icon.

HOW ARE THEY IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP?: Legit heart eyes all round. She turns into this tiny ball of cute.

HOW ARE THEY AS A FRIEND?: Loyal, Caring, Honest, Kind

WHAT DO THEY LOOK FOR IN A LOVER?: Depends purely on how Lola and the other person finds that common groundwork to build on

WHAT DO THEY LOOK FOR IN A FRIEND?: Lola treats everyone like a friend until she has good reason not to

EXTRA

OCCUPATION/GOAL OCCUPATION: Student but wants to work with her majors when she graduates

RELIGION: N/A but Lola respects people choices in religion 

PETS: A pet pomeranian called Peaches 

SELF-PERCEPTION

HOW HE/SHE FEELS ABOUT HIMSELF/HERSELF: Lola tends to focus on others more than herself, mainly because of she focuses on herself she finds a lot of things she’s self conscious about. She sees everyone as beautiful people except herself tbh.

ONE WORD THE CHARACTER WOULD USE TO DESCRIBE SELF: Dedicated 

WHAT DOES THE CHARACTER CONSIDER THEIR BEST PERSONALITY TRAIT? Caring

WHAT DOES THE CHARACTER CONSIDER THEIR WORST PERSONALITY TRAIT? Sometimes too dedicated

WHAT DOES THE CHARACTER CONSIDER THEIR BEST PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTIC? Her eyes

WHAT DOES THE CHARACTER CONSIDER THEIR WORST PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTIC? She has a small birthmark on her back she doesn’t like 

HOW DOES THE CHARACTER THINK OTHERS PERCEIVE THEM: Friendly 

WHAT WOULD THE CHARACTER MOST LIKE TO CHANGE ABOUT THEMSELVES: To remember its okay to take care of herself over others. 

GOALS/CONFLICT

MOST PAINFUL EXPERIENCE OR AN EXPERIENCE THAT HAS SHAPED WHO YOUR CHARACTER IS TODAY: An experience that shaped her was discovering how strong her elemental magic was. When Lola’s emotions are pushed to the brink, they become too strong and in turn that can make her magic lash out in a reckless & dangerous manner. This was discovered at a young age when she was devastated over the loss of her pet cat and her distress caused a small earthquake in her town. To this day the town still don’t know or understand how an earthquake managed to hit them. 

CHARACTERS GOALS. WHAT DO THEY WANT? WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST DREAM? To travel and see the world for everything it is and to control her elemental magic

CHARACTERS MOTIVATION. WHY DO THEY WANT THE GOAL ABOVE? FOR WHO OR WHAT? Lola loves travelling she wants to do it all the time. As for controlling her magic, she wants to to this to avoid anyone ever getting hurt around her if her magic decides to lash out. 

CHARACTERS CONFLICT. WHAT IS KEEPING THEM FROM THEIR GOALS? Travelling? Nothing. As for controlling her magic? Professor Cromwell has noticed Lola is gifted in elemental magic and is pushing her to the limit. This is taking its toll on her health/body/mental state. However Lola keeps pushing  herself because she has faith in her professor.  

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Cinchona officinalis, originaire du Pérou & Sarcocephalus latifolius, originaire des terres d’Afrique.

La nouvelle lune me souffle d’aller voir cette molécule… hydroxychloroquine…elle fait tant parler… j’entends quinine…

je cherche …

Je trouve assez facilement sur Wikipedia… le Quinquina! cet article n’a pas pour but de nourrir le débat qui a lieu dans les médias avec l’infectiologue maintenant très connu… c’est juste de la curiosité herboriste et botaniste… un temps d’étude possible dans le confinement… Corona virus… la couronne… serait-ce le “virus de la couronne”? 

L’Arbre à quinine, Cinchona officinalis

le Cinchona officinalis, appartient à la famille des Rubiacées, qui est aussi la famille des Caféiers, de l’Aspérule odorante, la Garance des Teinturiers…

Retour sur un passage de ma vie… ou je me suis requinquée… de la ferme à Paris… un départ qui m’a permis de reconstruire ma santé.

Lorsque je travaillais à la ferme de 2008 en 2011, je suis tombée à 9 de tension et les 3 médecins, dont un homéopathe à Vitré, consultés à cette époque, ont tous refusé de me prescrire une prise de sang en disant que j’étais à un âge où “tout va bien” et ne m’ont absolument rien proposé d’autre mis à part un hypertenseur et du Lexomil. Je me suis retrouvée, je ne sais pas comment à Rennes, près des Champs libres, je suis entrée dans une pharmacie devenue herboristerie, j’ai montré ma prescription d’anxiolytique et d’hypertenseur, elle m’a donné du Quinquina en gélules et de la Réglisse en tisane, 2 remèdes salutaires, en 1 mois, un seul, ma tension était remontée.

Lorsque j’ai quitté la campagne pour Paris, le premier gynécologue, lors d’un simple contrôle m’a proposé une prise de sang vu la pâleur de mon visage et était surpris d’entendre que 3 médecins avaient refusé de me faire faire une prise de sang,  et m’avaient privé d’un diagnostic de mon état de santé.

D’où vient cette molécule? l’hydroxychloroquine:

L’Arbre à quinine, Cinchona officinalis

(…) Au XVIIe siècle au Pérou (Amérique du Sud), les colons européens observent que les indigènes extraient un médicament de l’écorce d’un arbre dénommé Cinchona (Chinchona officinalis). Ils l’utilisent contre les frissons et la fièvre. En 1633, cette phytothérapie est introduite en Europe. Elle y a le même usage, et commence à être utilisée dans les cas de fièvre paludisme.

La quinine, antipaludique, en est isolée en 1820.

L’allemand Bayer (IG Farben) crée une série de substituts à la quinine contre le paludisme, testés sur plusieurs décennies. En 1926, la plasmoquine (pamaquine, amino-8-quinoléine) est la première sélectionnée (utilisée jusque dans les années 1980, en association avec la rhodoquine (1930) de Fourneau). En 1932, l’Atabrine (amino-9-acridine) qui semble aussi efficace que la quinine mais jaunît la peau des patients.(…)

Un peu plus de lecture à ravir vos sens botaniques et poétiques… sur le site Poetic Botany

Erasmus Darwin’s The Botanic Garden (1791)

Cinchona, fairest of Peruvian maids, To Health’s bright Goddess in the breezy glades350 On Quito’s temperate plain an altar rear’d, Trill’d the loud hymn, the solemn prayer preferr’d Each balmy bud she cull’d, and honey’d flower, And hung with fragrant wreaths the sacred bower; Each pearly sea she search’d, and sparkling mine,355 And piled their treasures on the gorgeous shrine; Her suppliant voice for sickening Loxa raised, Sweet breath’d the gale, and bright the censor blazed. “—Divine Hygeia! on thus votaries bend “Thy angel-looks, oh, hear us, and defend!360 “While streaming o’er the night with baleful glare “The star of Autumn rays his misty hair; “Fierce from his fens the Giant Ague springs; “And wrapp’d in fogs descends on vampire wings; “Before, with shuddering limbs cold Tremor reels,365 “And Fever’s burning nostril dogs his heels; “Loud claps the grinning Fiend his iron hands, “Stamps with his marble feet, and shouts along the lands; “Withers the damask cheek, unnerves the strong, “And drives with scorpion-lash the shrieking throng370 “Oh, Goddess! on thy kneeling votaries bend “Thy angel-looks, oh, hear us, and defend!”

Cinchona. l. 349. Peruvian bark-tree. Five males, and one female. Several of these trees were felled for other purposes into a lake, when an epidemic fever of a very mortal kind prevailed at Loxa in Peru, and the woodmen, accidentally drinking the water, were cured; and thus were discovered the virtues of this famous drug.

(II.2:79—82)

L’arbre à Quinine africain:

Mon amie Ameyo Malm me donne une autre information importante: il y a aussi une “arbre à quinine” en Afrique du genre Sarcophelus  qui appartient à la même famille que le Cinchona officinalis.

“Au Togo il y a aussi un arbre à Quinine, nous utilisons l’écorce de cet arbre en décoction qui a des milliers de vertus thérapeutiques. Les racines, l’écorce, les feuilles, les fruits, les tiges, les sèves sont fréquemment utilisés. Elle est utilisée dans la médecine traditionnelle Africaine depuis très longtemps. Les guérisseurs africains l’utilisaient pour soigner les diverses maladies de la population locale. Dans la médecine occidentale, on l’utilise dans le traitement de la stérilité et la lèpre. C’est un puissant anti-paludéen. En langage populaire, c’est l’arbre à quinine et son nom scientifique est le Sarcophelus latifolius. Son fruit ci-joint en image est similaire au Coronavirus ! Une magnifique théorie de signature. En tout cas, je suis certaine qu’il est possible de traiter les personnes contaminées avec des plantes, de la Nivaquine, chloroquine. Ci-joint l’image de sa fleur.

V0044478 African peach (Sarcocephalus latifolius): fruiting and flowe Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images images@wellcome.ac.uk http://wellcomeimages.org African peach (Sarcocephalus latifolius): fruiting and flowering stem with section of fruit. Coloured steel engraving by W. Say, c. 1812, after B. Cotton. 1812 By: Barbara Cottonafter: William SayPublished: 1812-48] Copyrighted work available under Creative Commons Attribution only licence CC BY 4.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

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Quinine, hydroxychloroquine… Cinchona officinalis & Sarcocephalus latifolius Cinchona officinalis, originaire du Pérou & Sarcocephalus latifolius, originaire des terres d'Afrique. La nouvelle lune me souffle d’aller voir…

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Skincare|Before Putting Makeup

Makeups most likely have a lot chemical ingredients in them which can make your skin dry so it’s important to put a protective barrier before putting on your makeup. Doing this could save your skin from drying and breaking out.

So just like normal skincare routine you pile up the products from the diluted or watery stuff first to the thickest.

Take note that I have dry to normal skin type so if you don’t have the same skin type as mine, some of these products might not work for you but most of these products are for sensitive skin. If you’re wondering why I don’t do this for my morning or night routine. Well, it’s because in a tropical country it feels really hot when you pile up products on your face it gets sticky after some time and I had breakouts when I pile up too many products so I only do this routine when I’m putting makeup on. It’s still hot but at least my skin is protected from any harsh ingredients.

My first step is to clean my face I usually exfoliate with baking soda to remove dirt, white heads and dead skin cells. It also makes my skin soft and smooth so that I’ll have a smooth canvas for putting makeup. Before putting any product I make sure I prep my skin. I would rub some ice cubes all over my face to close the pores and this also helps the products to get absorbed by the face quickly. I’ve read on the internet that keeping your skincare products in a fridge keeps it fresh plus it increases it’s effectiveness on your skin. I also prep my lips by scrubbing it with Skinpotions Strawberry Sorbet Lip Scrub and then top it off with Vaseline Lip Therapy Rosy Lips to moisturize and protect it as well.

Toner- for my toner use any toner from Human Nature. Currently I’m using the Nourishing Face Toner Tomato.

Serum- for my serum I use Skinpotions Tomato serum. 

Moisturizer (Gel type)- moisturizers are usually heavy and put last in the skincare routine but since I use Luxe Organix Aloe Vera Gel, I placed it before  my anti-pimple cream.

Anti-pimple cream- for my pimples and pimple scars I use QUICKFX Pimple Eraser all over my face since it’s packed with a lot of good ingredients it makes my skin look dewy, glowing, fresh and a lot healthier due to the slight white casts it removes the redness of my face.

The last step I do is use a lash and eyebrow serum to keep my lashes strong and long. I use Skinpotions Peach Thy Lash.

If you’re goin outside it’s best to add sunblock to your skincare, the order of when to put it will depend on the consistency of the sunblock. It’s also good if your makeup contains SPF. Your skin will look better.

So that’s it! Then I start with my makeup. I hope this helps! ^^