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5 Myths About At-Home Laser Hair Removal Debunked

The idea of zapping your skin with a device might sound scary, but it’s way less dramatic than it seems. Most laser hair removal devices for home use are designed to be super user-friendly and safe when used properly. Sure, you might feel a little warmth or a mild sensation, but it’s nothing extreme. Plus, these devices usually come with safety features like skin sensors, so they work well with different skin tones and types. If you’ve used things like a high frequency wand for rosacea, you already know how home-use beauty devices can be safe and effective with proper care.

You might have heard that at-home laser hair removal machines only work for specific skin tones or hair colors. While this was partly true in the early days, technology has come a long way. Modern devices are much more advanced, and some can adjust settings for different skin tones. Just make sure to read the guidelines for the specific device you’re using. If you’ve ever used a high frequency skin therapy wand, you’ll know that adapting settings for your skin type can make all the difference in achieving great results.

Here’s the thing—no device, not even professional ones, can promise permanent results in one go. Hair grows in cycles, and the laser only targets hair in the active growth phase. You’ll need multiple sessions to see long-lasting results. Think of it as a process. Over time, a permanent hair removal machine will give you smoother skin and significantly reduce regrowth. Just be patient and stick to the schedule recommended in the device’s manual.

Using a laser device at home might seem overwhelming at first, but it’s actually really straightforward. Most machines are designed with beginners in mind, and the instructions are easy to follow. If you’ve tried gadgets like a laser hair removal at home device, you’ll know that they’re built to make the process as simple as possible. From prepping your skin to choosing the right setting, it’s all about following a few easy steps. You’ll get the hang of it in no time! 

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Types of Laser Hair Removal Machines - Bodycraft

Discover top laser hair removal machines in India for safe, effective hair removal. Their guide helps find the perfect one for your needs. Keep reading!      

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Discover the Beurer IPL 8500 for Painless, Permanent Hair Removal

Unwanted body hair can have a detrimental impact on one's self-esteem and body image, causing feelings of self-consciousness and insecurity. Dealing with the constant need for hair removal and its associated discomfort can be time-consuming, inconvenient, and limit clothing choices and social activities. Are you tired of the never-ending battle against unwanted hair? Say goodbye to razors, waxing, and costly salon visits with efficient laser hair removal tools easily at the comfort of your home.

Why Choose laser hair removal tools?

A laser hair removal machine is an essential tool for those seeking a long-lasting, convenient, and cost-effective option for permanent hair removal. With its advanced technology, a laser hair removal device effectively targets hair follicles, providing a permanent reduction in hair growth. Unlike traditional hair removal methods, such as shaving or waxing, laser hair removal offers a painless and efficient treatment process, delivering salon-like results in the comfort of your own home. By investing in a laser hair removal device, you can say goodbye to the hassle of frequent salon visits and achieve smooth, hair-free skin that lasts. If you are on the lookout for the best at home laser hair removal devices, here is the best gadget to give a try.

Beurer IPL 8500 Velvet Skin Pro Hair Remover

The Beurer IPL 8500 Velvet Skin Pro Hair Remover is here to revolutionise your hair removal routine. This advanced at-home laser hair removal machine offers long lasting hair removal and a painless experience tailored specifically for women. Let's delve into the features that make the Beurer IPL 8500 the ultimate solution for effortless removal of unwanted body hair.

Permanent Hair Removal with IPL Technology:

The Beurer IPL 8500 harnesses the power of Intense Pulsed Light (IPL) technology to target the hair follicles directly. By delivering gentle pulses of light, it effectively disrupts hair growth, leading to permanent hair reduction over time. This means that you can finally bid farewell to the hassle of frequent hair removal sessions and enjoy the confidence of long-lasting results.

Effortless and Painless Hair Removal:

The Beurer IPL 8500 offers a painless hair removal experience, designed to prioritise your comfort. Equipped with a built-in skin contact sensor, it ensures that light pulses are emitted only when the device is in full contact with the skin, minimising any discomfort.

Large light surface:

The Beurer IPL 8500 has a larger light surface area of 4.5 cm2 , allowing for faster application and covering larger areas in less time.

Precision attachment:

It includes a precision attachment with a 2 cm2 size, specifically designed for precise treatment of the face and bikini line, ensuring accurate and targeted hair removal for women.

2-in-1 skin-type and skin-contact sensor:

The IPL 8500 prioritises safety with its innovative sensor technology. It detects both skin type and skin contact, ensuring optimal settings and minimising the risk of accidental flashes.

Integrated UV filter:

This hair removal machine is equipped with an integrated UV filter to protect the skin from harmful UV rays during the hair removal process, ensuring a safe and gentle treatment experience.

6 energy levels:

The IPL 8500 offers six adjustable energy levels, allowing users to customise their treatments according to their comfort level and hair removal needs.

Integrated "Auto Flash" mode:

The device features an "Auto Flash" mode, enabling quick and convenient application. This mode automatically emits light pulses at regular intervals, ensuring a smooth and continuous treatment process.

Fast treatment time:

With the Beurer IPL 8500, you can treat your entire body in just around 21 minutes, thanks to its efficient and effective technology, saving you valuable time in your hair removal routine.

Convenient and easy to use:

With its ergonomic design, intuitive controls, and informative LED display, the IPL 8500 is user-friendly and straightforward to operate.

Cost-effective alternative:

By opting for the IPL 8500, users can save money on expensive salon visits and achieve salon-like results from the comfort of their own home.

The Beurer IPL 8500 offers the best at-home laser hair removal experience with its permanent hair removal, long-lasting hair removal results, painless treatment process, and convenience. With its user-friendly features and low maintenance requirements, the IPL 8500 is a cost-effective alternative to salon treatments. Say goodbye to frequent shaving and painful waxing and embrace the Beurer IPL 8500 for smooth, hair-free skin that lasts.

[johnbrand]

Mists

It had been a lot easier for Miles to get into the groove of the gym than he had anticipated. When he had first entered, the recently-graduated meek college graduate had originally planned only utilizing the treadmills. Miles wanted to stay fit while he applied for new jobs, and nothing more than that.

“Hey shrimp, over here!”

Miles immediately went red, pivoting towards the bellowing voice. A shirtless jock was waving him over to a small booth near the front. Trying his best to stay calm, Miles approached, the hulking figure of the other party looming over his skinny frame as he drew closer.

“I assume you’re new here?” the jock grunted.

“How could you tell?” Miles replied.

“It’s Shirtless Saturday bro!” the jock chuckled. “Mandatory requirement of the gym, should’ve been in your membership details. Helps encourage self-positivity or whatever.”

Miles took a quick scan around the gym to confirm, taking in all the shirtless, muscular, sweaty bodies. To his further embarrassment, he found a certain part of his midsection perking up a bit in response. Miles could not believe there were so many hot guys in one space.

“Uh…ok…” Miles mumbled, slowly removing his top article. The jock snatched it from him once he was finished, placing it in a waste bin behind the booth.

Before Miles could complain, the jock stopped him. “Trust me, most dudes go shirtless every day here. Our gym mists the place every five to ten minutes, like produce at a grocery store. Keeps everyone cool and fresh.”

As if on cue, a spray of mist rained down from the ceilings, trickling onto each one of the shirtless men at the gym. A coating fell onto Miles, absorbing into his hairless, near-translucent skin. Figuring it was time to move on, Miles nodded and left the station. Although instead of finding himself at the treadmill, his feet led him towards a workout bench. He did not even realize his mistake until the soft buzz of another coat of mist fell onto his body.

Rubbing his head with a meatier palm, Miles took in his surroundings, trying to make sense of the situation. Once again he found himself boning up as he took in all the attractive men working out. Believing he had regained a sense of direction, Miles got up from the bench, placing his weights aside before once again moving across the floor. However, his body sat him down at a machine, a leg pump to be specific. Miles did not notice this until another wave of mist rained down. He also did not notice the muscular definition that expanded from his calves, quads, and buttocks.

The pattern continued slowly, all without Miles’ intention or attention. The jock from the booth followed along, bemused as with each spray Miles shifted from one machine to the next, his frame piling on pound after pound of muscle. After a while, the constant misting began to affect more than just Miles’ figure. One coating helped calm the poor boy’s nerves, granting him the confidence to swagger rather than scurry across the gym floor. Another vocalized this transition, literally, with Miles grunting and groaning with each exertion like every other lunk.

The jock could almost predict each wave that followed. The masculinized features, the carpet of hair, the constant rearranging of a larger, yet dormant package. The jock had noticed Miles’ excited pecker right away, knowing his fagginess would eventually be washed away. Yet that conversion was the only wave he could not predict: did it come after the spray of manly conformity or the vapor of fraternal commitment?

In the end, it did not matter. Once a person walked into the building, they became a permanent member of the gym. The jock had been serious when he stated the gym’s mists kept everyone “cool and fresh”. Miles just did not realize that the gym’s definition of “cool” meant a stereotypically masculine, arrogant, heterosexual perspective; and “fresh” reflected a more casual discretion.

A final layer of mist hailed down from above, programming Miles to carry on to the chest press. Unlike the previous coats however, this one stayed on the surface, as no more could be absorbed. It now remained as sweat on the undeniably straight man’s skin, reproducing before dropping back into the floor. From there, it was absorbed and then processed back up into the sprinklers above. A water cycle of pure, heterosexual testosterone. 

But Miles did not know this, nor would he ever. His past self was forgotten history, now nothing more than just another straight bro.

[lsunstreakerl]

Wait, What Video:

[Search History Verse]

Gianpiero stands from his chair, lets his fork ding elegantly against the side of his champagne glass. The reception is beautiful, floral arrangements stretching long down the dining tables, elegant greens and swaths of cream hanging from the beams of the outdoor veranda.

The quiet murmur of side conversations tapers off as everyone turns, gives him their attention. Gianpiero casts his eyes around at all of Max and Charles' precious people, drivers and family and everything in between.

The Redbull table had gotten predictably rowdy earlier when Max had gone over to say hi to everyone, but even they have settled.

He clears his throat. Max and Charles are sitting in their seats of honor, shoulders pressed together in their suits, hair perfectly styled. Max has laugh lines permanently etched around his eyes, and Gianpiero is so, so grateful he gets to see them, that his boy has grown into a man.

"For those of you who don't know me- first off, how?"

There's laughter across the tables, and he sees Christian wink at him from a few seats down.

"My name is Gianpiero, and I'm a father of the groom. If you're wondering which groom, please take a moment to see how much hair I don't have, and then remember who Max is."

Max muffles a giggle into his hand, mouths 'sorry' up at him without looking very sorry at all. Charles is grinning next to him before he looks up at Gianpiero as well.

"I have known Max since he was 16, and I've been bald pretty much that entire time. Having a teenager is stressful, and all the parenting books tell you that, but somehow the warning is never enough."

He takes another second, thinks fondly of teenage Max, shoulders he hadn't grown into yet, lanky legs.

"This might seem like an odd direction to take the conversation, but anyone who knows Max is used to that, so now you all get to find out he actually learned that from me. I have been with Max for every surgery he's ever had. I was there last year when they did the procedure on his eyes, I was there four years ago when his appendix burst, and I was there when he was getting his tonsils removed at eighteen."

Gianpiero looks back over at the Redbull table, sees some of them start to connect the dots. A faint "oh no" can be heard, which sends the other guests into giggles as Max narrows his eyes suspiciously.

"We've learned that Max gets pretty honest out of anesthesia, but I would like us to go back to that first operation, when he was eighteen. It was near the end of his first year at Redbull, and as a team, we'd been learning a lot about him- but also about Charles."

He sees Max's eyes widen, and Charles looks over at him, nudging him with his elbow and making a confused gesture with his hand. Max gives a helpless half shrug.

"Again, for anyone that knows Max, this doesn't seem odd, so I would like to point out that at that time, Charles was still in Formula Two, and they both still thought they were rivals."

More laughter, louder from the current and retired drivers, he can see Checo, Daniel, Pierre, and Carlos all looking at each other and rolling their eyes.

"So what I have here, is a video."

"Oh no- GP- wait-"

Max is making a little frantic face at him and Gianpiero laughs.

"Max is freaking out because he's been hearing about this video for over a decade and hasn't actually seen it yet. Those of you here from Redbull surely know what I'm talking about. If you would please turn your attention to the screen over there."

He sits, so he's not interrupting anyone's view.

The video starts, slightly shaky from being in Gianpiero's hand, as it lifts to show a hospital room. Teenage Max is laid out on the bed, tucked under a blanket. There's an audible noise of a vitals machine in the background as they hear Gianpiero speak, slightly muffled through the speakers.

'Afternoon, Max. How are you feeling?'

Max moves on the bed, eyes fluttering open as he grins in the cameras direction.

'GP! GP, did you know that I love you, and you are so cool, and-'

Gianpiero's giggles are clear in the video as Max cuts off for a moment, furrowing his brows.

'I'm flattered, Max. Clearly your meds have not worn off.'

'I'm on meds?'

Max is obviously thinking very hard for a moment, before his grin stretches even wider.

'Sick! GP that is so cool, I have always wanted to be high- he would be so jealous right now, I bet Charles wishes he was high as balls, GP this is great.'

The GP in the video is audibly trying to muffle his laughter.

'And how do you feel about Charles?'

Max groans, flops his head back on the pillow before immediately sitting up again.

'He is so annoying, and he has Justin Bieber hair, and really it is for the best that they keep drug testing him because it makes him very annoyed and it is funny. Also because he is having a very good season and I do not want anyone to think he's better than me. Did you know we're rivals? He pushed me off the track in karting once and I've never forgiven him, but he is so petty GP, it is like dealing with a woman, I don't know where he learned that from, he has two brothers.'

There's uproarious laughter from most of the drivers, Max has buried his head into his hands on top the table, ears crimson, Lorenzo is cackling, and Arthur looks ready to slide out of his chair from laughter, hand gripping the ring on his necklace laying across his chest.

Charles is smacking Max on the shoulder, and he's also red now, hissing French at him that sends the Leclercs into peals of laughter once again.

The video continues.

'Maybe it is just middle child syndrome, oh, and he also thinks he is gods gift to racing and that he is destined for Ferrari, so we have to build a car that can beat that stupid red team into the dirt, okay?'

The Gianpiero of the video can't hold his laughter anymore, the screen shaking as they see Max finally look over, offended at being recorded as GP speaks.

'Got it Max, we'll build you a car specifically designed to beat Ferrari.'

Teenage Max groans again.

'No, GP, you don't get it, it cannot just be for beating Ferrari, it has to be able to beat Charles in Ferrari, so it needs to be the very best.'

The video is shaky again as Gianpiero laughs, the phone swinging back down, and the audio just barely catches the last bit.

'Right, because we've been half-assing the car every other year.'

The screen fades to black as Lorenzo has to set his head on the table, shoulders shaking. Arthur is so red-faced that Logan, Oscar, and Fred look mildly concerned, but he waves them off with a hand, looking back at Charles for a moment before the giggles start again.

The tips of Max's ears are still bright red, and Charles is caught between laughing and also looking embarrassed, trying to coax his husband back up from the table.

Gianpiero stands again.

"I have been sitting on that video for years, because I knew while I was taking it that it would be played at a wedding. This wedding."

Max finally lifts his head from the table, looks up at GP. He's clearly still mortified, but. That's what parents are for.

"For all of us, this wedding was inevitable. We all knew we would be here eventually, but I want to take a moment, really tell you two that I have seen both of your strength and resilience, I have seen you fight and argue and follow each other to the ends of the Earth. I am so proud of you both."

He smiles at Max, tries to let all of his love and fondness and pride show through his face.

"It's hard, watching one of your kids get married, but it was never going to be anyone else, and I have had the honor and the privilege of watching them grow with each other, push each other to be better, find the love that works for them."

Gianpiero raises his glass, lets the rays of sunlight sparkle through his champagne and reflect on the couple.

"Here's to the newlyweds!"

[tangents-within-tangents]

Thoughts on Echo as amputee/disability representation

First and foremost, I am not disabled or an amputee and I don’t claim to speak for those communities (and if I was I couldn't speak for everyone). What little I do know mostly comes from this youtube channel (@oakwyrm), this post, and other research I’ve done for my writing (and like one amputee I kinda knew in passing). By all means correct me and add to the conversation, I just have some thoughts I want to share because I haven’t really seen this discussed anywhere

Overview

So Echo is interesting. He is a triple amputee which is pretty rare in media. His disabilities come from extremely traumatic circumstances: injured in a near-death experience, imprisoned and dehumanized as an experiment with no autonomy over what happened to his body.

There are a few moments in the shows where Echo is treated… questionably. Like this bit where Rex uses him as an example of the Separatists' evils to convince the locals to fight back:

To be fair, yeah Echo’s treatment does prove that the Techno Union is not neutral like they claim. The modifications that everyone is gasping in horror at here obviously weren’t made with comfort and accessibility in mind, nor with Echo’s consent. But you still just want to be sure that “They took away his freedom, his humanity, they tried to turn him into a machine” is about using him as a living computer, not the fact that he is missing limbs. 

The Batch is also pretty insensitive toward him and his trauma imo, which is weird considering they've supposedly also faced discrimination for their mutations

Disabled people do have to deal with stuff like this in this day and age so I guess it can speak to those experiences. I think especially him being mistaken as a droid (and Hunter going along with it (bruh)) might resonate with some people. 

Aside from that stuff, Echo isn't really treated any differently as a character/person which is really good (as low of a bar as that is).

We get this moment in CW where Echo contemplates that yeah things are gonna be different now

While also (imo at least) showing that he is still the same person regardless, evidenced by the fact that he just echoed Rex :,) I also think it's significant that he joins the Bad Batch on his own terms and we're given a really emotional scene to specifically show that he's not just like 'lumped in with the other misfits' but that it is his choice to go where he feels his place is.

A lot of people, myself included, are disappointed that TBB didn't have more time to explore Echo's PTSD, but I think the one panic attack scene we did get is really good. Even thought it's minor it at least is an appropriate reaction from a guy who was medically tortured (which is more than I've come to expect from Star Wars shows lol)

And it's really sweet to see Omega showing Echo some empathy and consideration.

It would have been nice to see more of his adjustment period, and other side effects like chronic pain and maintenance, but there’s a lot of daily life stuff the show never had time for (i.e. we don’t know if he removed his prosthetics to sleep, but we also never saw him sleep anyway). His disabilities might take on a background role (much like the character himself sadly) but for the most part they aren’t invisible or erased, nor do they define his character and arc.

Physical Appearance

Okay this one is bit dicey, bc on the one hand, yes complaints that Echo’s paleness (most likely caused by burns from the explosion or chemical burns from the cryo-chamber) is whitewashing are totally valid. But I also think you can draw comparisons to real life conditions that affect pigmentation/complexion (like you know burns). So while I understand why a lot of fanart will depict him with his original skin tone and with hair, consider that there are real people who have to live with temporary or permanent changes to their appearance, and the idea of “fixing" him by making him look more like his old self can be problematic.

It's also interesting to note that Echo could act as a reversal of the 'disabled/disfigured = evil' trope. He's pale and bald and wears black and red, which is so often visually associated with villains, but we all know Echo is the bestest boy™

The Headpiece

Echo’s headpiece is interesting because within the show we don’t actually ever learn much about it (idk if there is more info in books or whatever bc i don’t have them so?). He didn’t have it in CW so we know it didn’t come from the Techno Union and therefore Echo probably had more choice with it. We don’t know its exact purpose but it’s most likely related to his scomping abilities. When he is hacking with his scomp in CW, before he has his headpiece, it’s clearly very mentally straining:

We don’t see him struggling like this in TBB once he does have it (though that could be bc he got more used to it over time). There doesn't seem to be much of an impact when he removes his headpiece in s3 ep14-15, except that he gets stuck in the ports every time he uses his scomp which is not something we’ve seen before: 

There might not be an exact real-world equivalent, but the headpiece is some kind of accessibility aid. It means that someone specifically designed a device to help him adapt to the changes the Techno Union made, as well as a helmet that integrates it. It’s removable and visually very present, much like a cochlear implant would be. (A lot of people actually headcanon it to act partially as a hearing aid, since it makes sense that Echo’s hearing would have been damaged in the explosion, but there isn't really any indication of this in canon.) The headpiece is never really acknowledged in the show, but I think that's a good thing. It's something he needs/wants and it just exists, completely normalized, and that's pretty cool 👍

Legs

Sigh... So from the very first episode of TBB I was really disappointed that the animation team or whoever completely visually erased Echo’s prosthetic legs (I think we all were, honestly, if fanart is anything to go by). It’s one thing when he’s in armor because he would probably want to protect his prosthetics, but we literally see him in his blacks and there is no indication whatsoever that he lost his legs even though it was not left up for debate at all in CW:

Like ??????!?

This is just really strange to me! Idk what went on behind the scenes with this decision but I don’t really see why it would be that much harder to animate or anything since it’s 3D and they've done it before. We do see some pretty sophisticated cybernetic technology in Star Wars canon that mimics real limbs:

But Luke’s fancy hand is technically 20ish years from now, so Anakin and Maul are more of a representation of what level we could expect here

So yeah, for no apparent reason, his leg amputation is effectively, visually and narratively nonexistent. Which is not great 👎

Arm!

The scomp on the other hand (uh lol!) is the complete opposite and I kinda love it!

At first I, like many others, thought it was a bit odd that they didn’t give Echo a prosthetic arm. Losing hands is basically a Star Wars tradition at this point, so robotic arms/hands are well established within the worldbuilding: 

We aren’t necessarily given a canon reason for why Echo doesn't get a cybernetic arm (again unless it's in some lore book I haven’t read, sorry). General fanon explanations I’ve seen are that he either couldn’t because the Techno Union wired the scomp too far into his nervous system, and/or the resources to give him one were deemed too expensive for a clone (what about his legs tho?), or that he chose not to, usually because he thought the scomping was useful. 

Regardless, I actually really love this choice (and it's the whole reason I made this post), because here's the thing: There’s a lot of problematic tropes out there that either erase/cure disabilities or compensate them with perks (like how pretty much any blind character is actually not blind by some sort of magic power). With amputees that is done with robotic arms. The character is still an amputee or course, and there is still value in that representation, if this story from Mark Hamill that makes me tear up is anything to go by:

but for the most part these characters function like anyone else, just with a limb that looks a little different. It’s no more than a video game skin, an able-bodied actor with a green screen glove. It “cures” the disability, or it actually makes the character even stronger than usual: 

It usually makes sense within the world of the story, but the reason it’s not so great in my opinion is that in the real world we just do not have technology anywhere close to that yet. Prosthetics can more or less replace any mobility from lost legs, but not for all the complexities of a hand (and even if they could the average person wouldn’t be able to afford it).

So

I think it's actually really super cool that Echo’s scomp bypasses the canonically-established amputee erasure and functions much like a stump would irl. He integrates it into his movements and everyday life and it’s (as far as I know) a lot closer to an everyday amputee’s experience. 

It doesn’t define his character, it doesn’t hold him back, he lives a full life, the other’s don’t treat him any differently, and he’s still a total karking badass 

The only additional thing is that he sometimes uses it as a weapon (which given his story, I think it’s cool to see him taking back autonomy in a way, and we only see that like twice)

And also the scomping, which could be seen as the 'added/compensating superpower' trope. But narratively it's no different than if he was plugging in with a hacking gadget of some kind (he didn't necessarily "need" to lose his arm for it) and it’s not like Echo is completely defined by this skill. Personally, I think it's well worth the positives of him actually having a visible and realistically impactful amputation. 

I see a lot of posts or comments out there that say stuff like “how come Echo doesn’t get a hand?” or fanworks that do give him one and I just think it’s a bit of a shame. If he did get a robotic hand, it just would have disappeared the same way his legs and Anakin’s arm did (aside from that one time he got yoinked by a magnet). When Echo did “get a hand” in the last two episodes there were comments like “yay he finally got a hand! but it doesn’t even work” but I was actually so relieved that it didn’t! Bc for one thing that wouldn’t make any sense, he grabbed it off a droid, it wasn’t designed to implement with his scomp, that would be really complicated. But more importantly because it again refused to erase/cure his disability! It functioned like a real-world cosmetic prosthetic (useless beyond appearance) which is exactly what he needed it for, so that he could blend in better with his disguise.

And he continually took it off throughout the episode and ditched it at the end. He only used it for the necessity of a stealth mission, he doesn’t feel the need to visually “fit in” in his daily life. 

And, last but very much not least, he made a dad joke and from my intel that is very accurate representation!

TLDR: Echo’s scomp is actually really cool from an amputee representation perspective, especially within Star Wars, and I think that deserves some appreciation 

[bone-yarddz]

Dragon Jayce and Viktor except rough drafts that I love/hate.

I’ll always be better at dragon AUs than anything else! So! Here is some random info about it:

- Viktor is probably not like. SMALL, but medium sized for a dragon. He’s kind of, feathery or whatever you want to call the dragon fluff, he’s got a weasel/raptor inspiration tbh. He was born wingless from the grey on top of other shitty mutations that cause his leg pain and overall sickness. (Similar to the show, just has a different kind of disability that limits him more than his human counterpart) He doesn’t have a crutch/cane in this universe since he can limp on three legs if the bad one is bothering him. His main problem is flying though. He works in a city in the sky after all. I think he has the same character development and all that. Though his relationship with others is a LITTLE different since his dragon disability is a bit more. Limiting? I imagine more frustration from piltovians since they think he doesn’t belong (for A LOT of reasons) in piltover. They think he makes their image look bad or whatever, because he’s like. A walking example of how badly they failed the other half of their city (and I think that goes for the show too tbh but this is more exaggerated) He also lacks the ability to breath fire but that’s not a big deal since most dragons don’t do that anyway. (He adds it to his list of new things he can do as Machine Herald though.)

- Machine Herald Viktor is essentially the same but he’s more driven in specifically helping Zaun compared to EVERYONE. (So Salo may or may not be part of his followers) He does have the hexarm still it’s just replacing his front arm instead of being an extra one. His wings are the main new bits that catch attention now.

- Jayce is pretty big for a dragon, but not full grown so he appears medium stil. He’s definitely “top heavy” so he can’t stand back on his hind legs like some dragons can. His dad is distantly related to Caitlyn’s dad. So. They’re very far removed family in this universe. Also that’s why his hair is bluish. His mom tried taking him back to piltover after his dad died and then the whole mage thing happened. So they’re technically foreigners even if his dad lived in Piltover once. Jayce is essentially a cliche dragon. The tusks are a little irregular though. Hehe. His season two injury is his wing and horn. The horn breaks which just. Causes really bad migraines every now and then if he doesn’t treat it. And his wing is permanently busted haha. Still has to climb the spire thing hehe. Also the weapons he makes might be different since dragons don’t really… NEED a gauntlet or hammer. Also, Jayce can breathe fire.

Also! Some notes on the architecture for Piltover (Specifically Piltover Academy) since I imagine it more like, a literal city in the sky.

Last thing is that I imagine grey (and shimmer in a very complex and weird way) mutates dragons to have no wings or dysfunctional wings so lots of Zaunites started giving birth to flightless dragonets (like Viktor, Ekko, Vander, Vi & Jinx, etc.) which is a big problem because both cities weren’t built with the idea that a dragon wouldn’t be able to fly to access points. As time goes on though Zaun has become more grounded and less in the air and Piltover has made the smallest changes for flightless dragons that come up. Other cities don’t have this problem though, such as Noxus, so most foreigners find it appalling that could even happen to a whole city.

[jaal-ama-daravv]

(OC) Valerie van Hel

Name: Valerie van Hel Nickname: Valley of Hell Nickname Origin: left a notable trail of dead adeptus mechanius in the outskirts of the capitol. as she remained anonmyous for two decades, the area surrounding her hideout was dubbed the nickname, 'Valley of Hell'. As Valerie was orphaned and had no viable surname, she incorported this into her name. Occupation: Inquisition Acolyte Discipline: Divination Psyker Psyker Grading: Alpha Gender: Female Age: 34

TL;DR: Orphaned. went on a destructive killing spree for 20 years against the adeptus mechanicus and was then caught for causing a high ranking priest to kill themselves. was forcefully detained than deemed a potential asset. was recruited to Witchbreaker's retinue (@vossprime) and is considered extremely difficult and obstructive. not likely to ever break nor bend.

Physical Appearance:

blindfold: valerie is not blind, nor has extensive damage come to her eyes. worn to amplify powers and senses. will kill you if you attempt to remove it.

build: slim, sharp build. somewhat muscular.

height: 176 cm

fair skin, light freckles on cheeks

medium shoulder blade length hair. copper in colour, with a black fringe.

dresses in black, highlights of burgandy, and gold affects

cat 2 burn mark across face. damage to nose, neck, and right side of her face. flesh replaced with skull augment.

deep scar over lip

piercings in both ears

has an almost permanently snarl

speaks primarily in poetic meter, iambic pentameter

if not using abilities, she walks with her hands behind her back, quietly

aura: believes in death by a thousand cuts

HD image here

Origin: Sublevel Outcast

Homeworld: M'Pandex, Gothic Sector

Personality: darkly charismatic, machiavellian, visionary, eerily calm, obsessive, calculating, a sense of yearning, philosophical, ruthless.

Notable Personality Traits:

Darkly Charismatic – Valerie possesses a charm that lures others in, despite her twisted moral compass.

Obsessive - need for control

Detached Romantic - views love as a transcendent force that could defy even death itself. a consuming force despite spending decades alone.

Ruthless – valerie is unwavering in her pursuit of what she desires, and is willing to destroy and and all obstacles in her way.

Trivia:

"You'll gaze upon the shadow of your end, A specter birthed by folly and disdain. Each breath you draw shall whisper death’s command, And every step shall lead you to the grave." - engraved into a large tree on the perimeter of the Valley of Hell

Background:

Valerie was a child born and subsequently abandoned by defectors to the adeptus mechanicus cult. Following the birth of Valerie, she was abandoned to the forge world temple, and was held at the orphanage till she was 16. 

Valerie grew up like any other orphan - never knowing who to trust or what her purpose was.She was beaten, bruised, and tortured by the older members of the church. Tech priests.   

Valerie has a disdain for authority and thinks any authority can be crushed. For this is how she became captured and 'recruited' by the Inquisition. Valerie's powers came apparent in her teens and were kept mostly underwraps as they were powers of divination, something she learned to control well. She was trained and laboured into engineering from age 10 and therefore possessed profound knowledge of the workings of the adeptus mechanicus inner workings.

At 16 her powers began to evolve - however Valerine noticed that this was more apparent when her eyes were open. Therefore she donned a blindfold and left the orphaned, not wanting to be indentured to the cult, or killed. Valerie was a lone wolf type, kind of an anarchist. She caused havoc on the forge world due to being beaten and bruised by her found family in the temple; which almost led to her powers being discovered. 

In her 20’s and early 30s, she would disrupt the tech priests of the forge world and their machinations and cause havoc. She was known in the underground world for dismantling tech priests that strayed too far off the beaten path near her hideout. Earning that province the title of ‘Valley of Hell’. Although Valerie would dismantle them,she would return their body for funeral rites, well, most of their body anyway. She wasnt that cruel. 

She made a living off of selling their parts and secrets from showing them their eventual death, scaring them into revealing secrets and trade routes. Eventually, Valerie was cornered by Inquisition agents. A unit was sent after her due to Valerie convincing the head of the church to kill themselves after an incident where they threatened her and called her worthless. She made mistakes in covering her tracks which led them to the Valley of Hell. It took them months to track her down in the Valley of Hell as she turned them against each other for weeks on end. Eventually she tired of the onslaught. They cornered her after they displaced an attempt at teleportation. She was bound and cuffed. They had strict orders for her not to be killed; she was too powerful an asset to be killed.

Bonus:

[multiplicationdivision]

Transfiguration Pt. 2

Vic tapped the earnest little jock on his shoulder.

The man turned to look back at him. He was cute, Vic could admit. Red hair bringing a good amount of warmth to his pale skin, marked with freckles. A familiar face that Vic had seen countless times, always slaving away here. Never seeming to stop for even a second, bounding across the gym with endless energy. He’d shot a grin at Vic many times, yet Vic had never returned it. Vic had his gift and his gift let him just a little too deep into that façade to fall for it.

Anxiety reeked off the guy, even now. His thoughts painted themselves across the air, trying to surpass the darker turnings of the guy’s brain. Every bit of exhaustion and burn of muscles working to distract from waves of pure depression.

Vic had met many gym obsessed men, and while he had felt the regular bursts of insecurity or pride that fueled some, this was different. The exercising becoming a vice, just like any drug.

Frankly it was annoying and the guy always managed to ruin whatever trips he made out here. Vic explicitly only visited the gym for the fun of it, his gifts made th muscle gain or increase in health meaningless. He could be as buff and attractive as he wanted. Vic came because running on a treadmill for an inhumanly long time was pretty relaxing for him. Except at least when that mental chokehold of a man wasn’t in here, angsting directly into his vibe.

Fortunately, Vic hadn’t come here to work out this time. He needed a housemate back. The Chucks had been on him about that for a week. Dear little Richard still needed to help them pay rent and Vic’s magic didn’t really extend past warping people. At least he didn’t think so. He was able to make clothes and shit, but objects were just too uninteresting for his brain to detail.

Bottom line. He didn’t want to learn when he had an easy fix right in front of him (As well as a housemate that he kind of owed to not completely remove from existence)

This poor shmuck, Dave his mind whispered, sat there with a surprised expression. He had been grinning a second ago as he toweled off, but the sudden stop wrenched that practiced expression off his face. His eyes widened as if he was caught in the act of pretending to be happy. Or maybe he was just surprised as Vic reached his gift past the waves of turmoil and into his being.

Vic felt pretty unguilty changing this man’s brain. He was clearly unhappy and Vic hadn’t really cared about the whole backstory. He’d already found the surface level wants of having a better brain, thoughts less out to pick upon every action. A thousand wishes of being able to forget his past and move onto another life.

A bad mom, a bad girlfriend, an awful job. A bad roll of the dice on brain chemistry and some good old toxic masculinity pushing him to increase his testosterone instead of going to therapy.

Vic was sure that little Dave would be happy to know that Rich had basically an opposite life. A boring one, in Vic’s opinions, but to be fair, Vic had a weird fucking life. Rich apparently went to therapy so much, at least from last time Vic had really talked to him. Before they’d both decided to turn Rich in Chuck, which was very permanent now.

Rich also had a very loving father and a collection of lovers. Vic personally thought that was dumb, it was far better to have a bunch of the same lover in his opinion. Chuck was a machine and two Chucks were a fucking industrial revolution. Vic would say he was very satisfied in his relationship.

Except for his two darling dipshits hounding him about Rich every fucking day. The Chuck who’d been Rich once upon a meaningless time feeling guilty or something for stealing the man’s body. Vic had tried to explain that he was basically still Rich, just with his brain and body rewired to look and act just like the far more attractive Chuck. That hadn’t helped apparently, according to the other Chuck.

Now he sat with a bored expression as the helpless Jock moved to reconstruct his friendly face and ask him something. Vic didn’t give a fuck about this guy. The only thing interesting in Vic’s opinion were his pretty rocking body and his tangled up psychic imprint. The body would be a shame to lose. The monster of a soul was mostly interesting in an academic sense, but Vic wasn’t a psychologist.

Vic decided he’d deal with the brain only for now. It would be more exhausting warping the cameras and minds of the others in the gym to hide the body transformation. Easier to just do a copy paste of the last mental state of Rich and finish it up in an alley way or something.

Vic did that simple action and Dave’s expression changed. It shifted into recognition in a second, spiced with some surprise. The eyes on the redhead shifting down to look at his arms and then catch his eye on a close mirror.

“Sup Rich” Vic said, cutting to the chase. Never helped to leave Rich to bask in this thing he did after every transformation. The man loved the feeling of his identity being meddled with and it was probably why the guy was in therapy. It also got annoying waiting for the guy to catch up through the haze of his enjoyment.

Rich pulled himself out of his thoughts. “So I definitely wasn’t Chuck a minute ago. Don’t even remember anything about us hanging out or anything. Usually pretty good about retaining that shit”

He was actually. Rich had a skill at retaining information even as Vic pulled it in and out of his brain. His personality was sticky like that, somehow backing up memories of the people that were superimposed on him even after he was turned back. Maybe it was because Vic and him would do it so often, but the skill was the backbone of that dynamic. Rich always hungry to live other lives and Vic always wanting Rich to be anyone but himself.

He flexed an arm at Vic. “Definitely don’t remember ever being turned into this guy Dave, although I can’t really contain” He grinned and poked a muscle, enjoying watching it move. Rich wasn’t ever this jacked but he’d probably wanted to be. Vic agreed that it was definitely an upgrade.

“Liked two Chucks more than your sorry ass” Vic mocked. “Wanted to keep my new guy more than I admittedly wanted our stellar conversations”

Rich laughed at that. “That sounds like you. So, the original me is still turned exactly into Chuck?”

“Yup, you got a problem with that?” Vic genuinely wanted to know, although he couldn’t help sounding intimidating. Vic was trying to be more “empathetic” about his powers, mostly because the Chucks got mad at him for duplicating one hot doorman. Like they even knew that passing pedestrian he’d converted into another Seth. Ridiculous.

On a positive note, Seth had been having a great time getting to know his long-lost twin, also named Seth. They shared the same life history and memories up to the point of Vic’s meddling but were too dumb to properly understand that they were the same person. Vic had followed the two on their shared Instagram. They’d adopted a dog. Vic was making a positive impact on the world.

Rich smiled as he looked at his bicep again, ever the narcissist. “I think I’m finding myself pretty fine with it. Even though I’m not like… the real Rich” Rich seemed to digest that idea in his mind before moving on without much of a care. He wasn’t an existential type. “Eh, as long as I can keep this awesome body, I’d be fine with you even bringing back my actual self. He’d be so jealous of this beard”

Vic was sure the original Rich would be, he always loved fucking guys with hair. That guy would never be back though, because he was buried under the mind of a lot hotter of a man. Rich was probably Chuck forever now and some part of Vic’s gift knew he was fine with that.

“You can keep the body, I don’t care. Just get home sometime soon to chill out Chuck” Vic smiled at just the thought of his guys. Probably sitting at home, fighting over the same controller of Halo. He was horribly smitten and had to be held back (often literally) from increasing their number.

“A secret twin is hard enough to explain to you mom Vic” one Chuck had said. “Hell knows you wouldn’t be able to turn us back into whatever fucker you replaced” the other had backed up.

They were right. Vic couldn’t help fixating on how good a third Chuck would be. The number three just felt so incredible every time the idea struck his head. His brain was good at trying to trick itself into his impulses and his gift was always just a hair trigger away from fulfilling that goal. It reeled up as it always did, already tensing up like it was a snake waiting to strike.

He repressed that lustful wish, no matter how nice it sounded. His boyfriend was right, it was adding far too much complication to their life. Logically Vic knew that. Didn’t make the image of three of that hot man surrounding less intoxicating. Vic liked what they currently had too much to act on his impulses though, resisting the eager pull of the magic.

Energy had to go somewhere though, especially when the user didn’t much care for how it was let recklessly through the environment. As long as it didn’t end in another of Chuck, it wasn’t Vic’s problem.

The power that came so naturally to him then decided to follow a familiar channel and command, one made minutes ago. Snaking with the entire memory and soul of a man, warping around the room until it found a close enough target. A path of least resistance.

A nearby man jogging on a treadmill slowed his run to a stop and just stared dumbfounded at Vic and ‘Dave’. This guy hadn’t even been putting off bad vibes to warrant a moral transfiguration. Vic hadn’t even seen him before this moment, a complete stranger. Just a dumbfounded stare, Italian and sweaty. His wavy black hair damp and swept back as he panted from exertion.

Vic had really made a (small) effort to be ethical. Mistakes get made. Sometimes you completely overwrite a man and don’t really know him well enough to undo it. Can’t fix something if you don’t know where the pieces go. Vic would deserve a kiss from both of his guys for trying at least.

“Vic what the fuck” the stranger said, even as his arm also came up to grip his also well-muscled arms. Typical that he would immediately be obsessed, even with the skill the man had in retaining two person’s worth of memories.

‘Dave’ glanced over at the stranger and back at Vic, understanding what the man had done in a an instant. He smiled and waved at the man near the treadmill. “Sup Rich! Sick body”

“You too man!” The other Rich grinned back. Their smiles were somehow identical despite the great differences in their faces, mirroring the same personality through different mediums. Their voices even had the same cadence, different vocal cords rising in parody of the original Rich’s midwestern sound.

They both ran up to each other, displaying another barely surprising facet of Rich’s submissive little personality. Always willing to accept their fucked up circumstances with boundless enthusiasm. Both had Rich’s stupid little swagger in his step, although the body differences and lack of muscle memory made the motions slightly awkward. Both men’s bodies trying to follow the personality of Rich first, despite the ways these bodies naturally moved.

“Name’s Kyle actually” the other Rich said with a flirtatious tone at himself. Vic rolled his eyes. “Still remember this guy’s life pretty good, could show you a couple things he knew”.

“Name’s Dave, my handsome friend” the initial Rich responded in equal flirtation. He felt up his twin’s arm as if he owned it, freckled hands on the other man’s olive skin. The energy of their mutual curiosity literally visible to Vic’s eyes in the form of their coiling energy. “I don’t got much in the way of extra knowledge from this guy, but he’s been aching for a good time”

Vic was sure they would probably get to some uncomfortable PDA in front of him if he didn’t move. They were hot but it was still Rich and Vic had two men he’d much rather be watching at home. Plus he didn’t need more evidence of Rich’s fuckboi tendencies.

“Welp, have fun with that boys” Vic said as he turned and walked away. He heard Dave-Rich shout a “thanks weirdo” as the other quickly echoed the sentiment.

They were already trading their body’s life stories as if it was an actual date when he shut the front door. Two Richs, although he could probably change that later if they were too annoying. He headed too his boys nonetheless, ready to kiss one as the other kept playing their video games. His perfect multitaskers.

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/multiplicationdivision/727744737475493888/transfiguration

[sleepycatten]

PSA about hair removal

This post is for anyone who's seeking hair removal, but especially for the many other trans women / trans fems I see being given misinformation by laser or electrolysis technicians, especially in the US and UK 🥺

Laser hair removal

* Permanent hair reduction.

* Always shave the area closely beforehand. Laser is less effective if you do not shave.

* Ideally look for a clinic that uses something like a Candela GentleMax Pro or newer. Such machines are less painful & more effective than ones like any of the Alma Soprano devices.

* 6-8 sessions will typically be the sweet spot before moving on to electrolysis.

* If the technician or clinic tell you not to use numbing cream, that's a massive red flag against their knowledge. A technician does not need pain feedback from you to know they're using safe levels!

Electrolysis

* Permanent hair removal.

* You must let the hair grow at least a few mm before a session.

* Ask your electrologist for an estimate of how long it will take to clear an area, as their expertise and speed will vary. For example, NHS Scotland estimates it can take 250-400 hours to fully clear a face of facial hair. My own highly-experienced electrologist estimated 100-150 hours max for me, but has nearly cleared my face in under 25 hours. She's not yet taken more than about 120 hours to clear someone's face / neck fully.

* Again, numbing cream is not only absolutely safe, it's in fact highly recommended if you cannot afford local anaesthetic injections.

* For most folks, it's as much a mental challenge as it is about physical pain management. Even with numbing cream and strong painkillers, it's gonna hurt, especially in 2 hour+ sessions and around sensitive areas (especially the top lip and around the mouth).

* Aloe vera gel helps with post-electrolysis swelling and recovery.

Numbing cream

* The most common brand of numbing cream is EMLA, which is 2.5% lidocaine and 2.5% prilocaine.

* The strongest cream I've found without prescription is Tattoo Numbing Cream, which is 5% lidocaine and 5% prilocaine.

* If you can get a stronger cream on prescription at an affordable cost, this is definitely something to consider.

*To help with absorption, exfoliate and clean the area before applying cream, apply 60-90 mins before a session, and cover in an air-tight, water-tight dressing (cling film / plastic wrap works well).

Sadly, I can't provide much information on local anaesthetic injections. In the UK, they're typically arranged either by a medically-trained specialist at an electrolysis clinic or separately (such as at a dentist's) immediately before attending a session.

[thesims3help]

Sims 3 - Gameplay enhancing mods: CAS, Build/Buy, World, Objects + Chores & Services.

A category-based mod post. Mods and links previously featured in our Masterlist. All credits to their rightful owners.

Categories include: CAS, BB mode, (Edit) World, game objects related mods, along with chore fixes and new services.

CAS:

Truely Unique Sims

o violet on Tumblr - Pure CAS lighting mod

The Sims 3 [cas background, cas lighting mod, & cas organizers] | Patreon

CAS Sim Bin Genetics as Presets

CAS Lighting Edit

ColorLash: Eyelashes Match Eyebrow Color + Mascara

XCAS core mod: more tattoo locations, edit naked outfit, slider hack, body hair, more

Build/Buy:

One More Slot Please! (with vertical shifting)

[TS3] Catalog Search Mod | Patreon

Add Any Lot Size

No More Free Roofs by Gurra (simlogical.com)

TS3 HD Textures Series - Terrain Pack [UPDATE: Fixed road tiling]

Builder Stuff

Reworked & Improved EA Lights

Lazy Duchess — [TS3] Auto Lights Overhaul (tumblr.com)

More Light Coming Through Windows

Microwave Slots

Railings on Spiral Staircases!

Stuff on the Back of the Toilet

More 1-tile Dressers!

Decorate 6 Base Game Dressers - with more slots

"Stuff on the Fridge" Mod

What's On Your Stereo?

Showbiz, Profession & Other Trophies for Displays & Pedestals

Floor Plants Placeable On Slots [BG & SEAS]

More Slots for EA Furniture - End Tables, Coffee Tables, Windows, Bookshelves & More

Midnight Hollow Toys and All Teddies on Surfaces

Horse Trophies for Display Cases

Shelves + Extras Shift & Hide With Walls Down

So Many Shiftables! And a little more.

Shiftable Curtains

'Cortinas Festivas!' and 'Traditional Curtains' Blind Fix UPDATED!

Shiftable Televisions

Shiftable Skill and Partnership Certificates

Shiftable drafting table sketches

Fountain and Hot Tub Fixes by sydserious (simlogical.com)

Base Game Half Walls FIXED!!!!

Dangerous Stoves Mod - More Fire!

Objects:

Collection Icons and Files

Functional Washboard - Sims 4 Conversion

Harvestable Tree Default Replacement

More Harvestables

Buyable Mermadic Kelp

Same Energy Gain For Every Bed

Super Hampers -- Automatic Laundry Pick Up (Plus Bigger Hampers) by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

Spring Harvest And CookBook

Harvestable Flowers

Better Hoverboards

Canning Station Overhaul

The Transmogrifier (aka Object Script Changer)

New and Improved 9/11/21] Functioning Well - and Off-Grid Plumbing!

No Crappy Bunk Beds!

Default Umbrellas & Parasols

Default Taxis

Digital Photo Frame Overlay Replacement

Unlocked Permanent Tents for Residential and Community Lots

Wildflower Sell Price Nerf

Buyable Beach Towels (with custom script)

Vending Machine Tweaks

Salvaged Junkyard Objects Made Usable

Make those elevators go faster! Or slower...

Toilet Tweaks

Fairy House motive tuning: Bladder and Hygiene

Buyable Culinary Career Rewards: MinusOne Kelvin Fridge by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

[WA] Buyable Permanent Sultan's Tabernacle (Scripted object) by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

[SEAS] Gift Pile Tweaks by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

[SEAS] Buyable Bunch o' Gifts (Gift Pile) by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

Motorcycle Parking Spaces

World:

Reduce/Remove Lag caused by Houseboats

SetHour Cheat

Lot Population Mod

TS3 Apartment mod - Updated for patch 1.55 - 1.63/1.67

nraas - Apartment Mod

Invisible Sim Fixer Mod by Consort (simlogical.com)

RPG Manager - Edit your Bin sims, towns and Active household!

NPCRomance

Space Rock Spawner Edit

Lunar Lakes missing EP rabbit holes by Darkitow (simlogical.com)

Auto-place official festival lots in later Store worlds

AMB Community Lots Auto Placement Fix + Add Other Lots (Compatible with Patch 1.63-1.67)

Chores + Services:

Gardener Service 2

Housekeeper Service - v1.2

Housecleaning For All Sims

Dirty Laundry Mod (Update 8/8/23) - Maid & Butler Tweaks

Butler & Maid will Feed Pets & Clean All Pets.

DouglasVeiga's Dancer Service

[elisela]

Soft Fic 17 Sterek - absentmindedly fixing clothes

workday mornings

“Then we have the thing at six,” Stiles calls out, setting his coffee cup on the island before hastily removing it and wiping the ring of coffee it had left behind before it sinks into the marble and caused a permanent stain. He glares down at his damp hand, sets the cup on a dish towel he probably should have hung up the night before, and crosses to the sink.

“Five,” Derek corrects. He’s fiddling with his cuff as he walks in, and Stiles takes a moment to admire the sexy professor look he has going on—and also to wish fervently that he could manage to look that good in the morning.

Stiles pumps soap into his hand and uses his wrist to push the water on. “It was definitely six.”

“It was, and Lydia changed it to five. Early meeting the next day, she didn’t want to be out late.” Derek’s hand squeezes his hip as he walks by, and Stiles shakes his hands and turns off the water as the espresso machine starts up. “You want one?”

“Only always, babe.” He’s already had two cups of drip, but he’s also heading into the world’s most boring meeting and could probably use all the caffeine he can get. “Is it still—”

“—at Homegrown, yes,” Derek says. His voice is closer than Stiles expected, and when he turns it’s almost directly into his husband’s chest.

“I hate that place.”

Derek’s smile is gentle as his hands reach out and brush down Stiles’ shirt, and Stiles leans into it, pressing a kiss against the corner of Derek’s mouth before resting their cheeks together. “I know.”

The fabric of his shirt slides across his chest as Derek adjusts it. “Let’s ditch her.”

“Sure,” Derek says agreeably, likely because he knows Stiles wouldn’t dare.

“Call Jordan and get him to change it.”

“Sure,” Derek says again; Stiles believes it this time. The soft scratch of Derek’s beard brushes against his cheek and Stiles finds himself wishing they could both call out as Derek moves away. “I’ll have to meet you there, I have office hours until 4:30.”

Stiles checks the time on the clock above the stove and squints, thinking. “I have time to drive you,” he offers, “if you want to put those in travel mugs.”

Derek gives him a look over his shoulder and Stiles knows he’s been feeling the same way—they’re like two ships passing in the night lately, with Stiles’ project ramping up and the semester winding down for Derek. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t need to; Stiles sees him stack the small espresso cups back in their holder.

They rush through getting ready—Derek brushes his teeth while Stiles messes with his hair in the mirror, Stiles takes their shoes off the rack by the door while Derek gets their coats. He allows Derek to palm the car keys and slide into the driver’s seat even though it makes more sense for him to drive, and understands why when they climb out of the car in front of the BCU Humanities building and Derek snags his wrist and pulls him into a hug.

“Cabin this weekend?”

Stiles pulls away first—he hates to, but cross-town traffic is only getting worse. “I can … probably swing it,” he says, mentally reviewing his to-do list while smoothing the slight crease in Derek’s collar, “if you don’t mind me working at home tomorrow night.”

Derek pulls him back in and kisses his cheek. “Grading night it is,” he says. “Don’t forget to pick me up.”

Door halfway open, Stiles lets go to throw both hands up. “It was one time!” he yells at Derek’s retreating back, then scrambles to set an alarm on his phone just in case.

[hellsgreatestfashionista]

((I see a lot of "how much of Vox is a machine?" but since I'm not a basic bitch, I present you with; his much of Velvette is a doll?

Does she have nipples? Does she have genitalia , or is she like a Barbie doll under there? Do her feet have a permanent arch, like Barbie dolls, or does she have plastic joins? And if it's the latter, do the plastic joints allow her to bend her body in unnatural ways? Can she turn her head around like an owl? Can she remove her limps from her body and attach them back? Has Vox ever come home late after work and tripped into a foot that was just laying around? How did he react? Does she have internal organs and blood, or would she be empty on the inside if you were to pry her open? When you touch her arm, does her skin feel fleshy or plastic? Does her hair grow? If she were to cut it, would it grow back, or would she have to sew new hair onto her sculp? Would it hurt? Can she feel pain? Or taste anything?

Someone get Vivziepop on the phone, I need answers!!))

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wips on Fridays.

And I seriously feel like it's Tuesday...where did the week go? Why are there earth tremors all the time? Why can't I just art more? idk.

Anyways tagged by @mareenavee and @thequeenofthewinter so thank you guys!!!

Going to drop this week's art and a snippet from something I finished on Sunday.

Art first!

At the stage where I can just use my own shit as references like the dork that I am.

More under the cut! That includes writing.

Because I like him so shhh.

And a cropped for the sensors line art. Ok Writing that relates in a way to all three of these arts..since they are all set within the same 6 months design-wise (sans guns and all that).

Why? Teldryn dressed in the armour he’d been wearing since he crawled out of that damn swamp, old netch leather he pulled off some bandit that tried to shoot him in the ass. He tied his scarf around his neck, stroking the faded vermillion fabric for a moment. Comfort, the only thing he has that provided it. As he slung his pack over his shoulder, something caught his eye. That damn Dwemer Coherer that he had apparently sold his life for. That curious little object just lay there on a shelf, one amongst many miscellaneous objects gathering dust in a storeroom. The thing was a marvel, used as a component on one of their brilliant machines… That sadistic old mer wouldn’t miss it? Would he? Why should he care? Teldryn snatched it from the shelf, quickly putting it in his pack. Fuck him, fuck all of them! He made his way towards the door and opened it into the cool evening air. He had so many things to do. So many reports to write, journals that Caius would want to look over. Every little sordid detail, every expense. He made his way to the shore, journal in hand, his leash that the Blades held him by. He opened it and began to write. - gave me the potion. It didn't cure me. But it did remove all apparent signs of the disease. Divayth Fyr said he didn't actually WANT to cure me, just remove the harmful features of the disease while preserving its virtues. Well, it worked. And now he is eager to test the potion on the other subjects in the Corprusarium. I must hurry back to report to…report to. He scribbled out what he had just written. Awful! Hurry? Why? What was the point of any of this? His skin began to itch again and he sighed. He ran a bandaged hand through his hair, felt the bare skin that dotted his scalp. Bare scalp? He pulled his looking glass out of his pack and assessed the damage. A long scar stretched across his right cheek, cutting into the old tattoos that snaked across his face. He looked drained, pale. His long hair patchy, matted. He hated it! He pulled a dagger out of his boot and began slicing at the strands, hacking, slashing, the hair falling to the sand below. Golden mask, crimson robes. A cacophony of moans, a legion of writhing bodies. A beating heart. He dropped the dagger and fell to his knees. He screamed, burying his fists in the wet sand. Child of his flesh. SPEAK WITH US! He screamed again, throwing a clod of sand into the ocean. He grabbed his journal, tore out the page he’d just written and threw that into the ocean too. Fuck Caius Cosades! Fuck the Blades! Fuck Divayth Fyr and his weird fucking daughters! Fuck that other old man with the snobbish attitude! Fuck the Empire! Fuck the Emperor and fuck the leash that they held him by. A fire ignited in his hands, the journal he had meticulously kept since being dumped in Seyda Neen almost a year ago smouldered in his grip. He’d rather spend an eternity in the prisons below the Imperial City than spend another second serving the whims of those uncaring fucks! “FUCK!” He screamed! His voice, or what was left of it finally returning. Ashen and coarse, unfamiliar. He pounded the sand, punched it until exhaustion overtook him. He slumped over tears threatening to choke in vision. The blur was permanent, everything was out of focus. He couldn’t shake it, couldn’t focus. He punched the sand again before rising to his feet. No, he would not go back to Balmora, he was done with this guarshit! Let some other poor sod chase an ancient ashlander fairytale. He was done! They could think him dead for all he cared. He wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t. He’d head west, he didn’t particularly care where so long as he could be alone. His skin itched, ash and sinew clouded his vision.

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I've got a few more spicy Sarit/Andreja headcanons.

When Sarit begins to infodump or speak a million words per minute, especially in a situation where she should be quiet, Andreja has discovered that gently taking her wife's hand and placing it on the curve of her hip is enough to short circuit Sarit's brain and immediately shut her up. In private, putting Sarit's hand on her ass or breasts gets the same result.

Sarit is not particularly loud in bed, but she does have a tendency to turn her hearing aid off while alone with Andreja. If for no other reason than to hear her voice without any mechanical intervention. However, Sarit's partial deafness does mean she can sometimes misjudge her volume when Andreja is doing particularly well, which has sometimes caused noise complaints from the rest of Constellation.

The fact that Sarit permanently removed all of her body hair was a shock to Andreja when she first saw Sarit naked. Sarit has offered to replicate the procedure for Andreja, but she has refused so far. Andreja likes her body just the way it is, even the trimmed hair between her legs.

Andreja was Sarit's first ever sexual partner, which made her a virgin until she was almost 33 years old. Andreja felt honored to be Sarit's first, although she was quite nervous the entire night. The two of them were equal parts awkward, intimate and loving as Andreja did everything she could to ensure Sarit's first sexual experience was pleasant and memorable.

Andreja has to be sure to not push Sarit's pleasure too hard or too fast, lest her wife begin to breathe heavily while in the throes of passion, and cause her lungs to erupt with pain. If there is one main kink the two of them have learned to share, it's edging, as Andreja slowly draws out Sarit's pleasure to keep her from breathing too hard.

Knife play is one of Andreja's few other kinks, and she brings it into almost every experience they share together. Although Andreja has yet to use a knife on Sarit directly. Instead, the two of them take great pleasure in having Andreja cut Sarit's underwear off as a form of foreplay. Sarit has resorted to bulk ordering cheap multi-packs of bras and panties from Jemison Mercantile, because so many of them have ended up shredded by Andreja's blade.

For Sarit, the only foreplay she really needs is to watch Andreja exercise. Simply staring at her wife flex and bend her body is enough to get Sarit's body flushed. For months before they were a couple, Sarit would find every excuse to be nearby Andreja during her workouts, just so Sarit could process why she liked watching so much. It actually took time for her to realize she enjoyed the sight because she was attracted to another human being, something she had never considered before meeting Andreja.

As a scientist, Sarit has spent most of her life researching. After her first night with Andreja, some of that research was about finding new ways to please her partner. Especially considering Sarit had never had a partner before, so she had no idea what to do. Andreja quickly told Sarit to stop looking at porn on the net for ideas, as it was almost never a good example to follow.

As I mentioned before, Andreja staunchly refuses to allow Sarit to have her prosthetic right arm in bed with them while they have sex. Andreja claims its enhanced artificial strength might hurt the both of them if Sarit lost control. The truth is that Andreja only wants to be with the woman she loves, as much of the real Sarit she can actually be with. And not the machines she has grafted onto her body in her madness. That hasn't stopped Sarit from coming up with several weird ideas for bringing the arm into bed. Such as remotely activating its fingers so they can work between Andreja's legs while the rest of Sarit concentrates on other parts of Andreja's body. That idea is declined every time.