#their burned and grafted and scarred skin is beautiful

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Mm would Yves enjoy taking baths with his darling or no? I’ve been thinking about this myself because I really am not sure myself, while it could be really romantic and intimate (without anything sexual happening) I also get the vibe that he’d be uncomfortable with undressing in-front of his darling or being naked probably because he just hates the feeling but also because of all of the scars that he may have and that might open up a whole other can of worms.

MM! Maybe that’s a part of the reason why he drugs the reader during sex, so they don’t notice certain parts of himself and just simply focuses on the pleasure 🤔 thoughts?

TW: Suicide mention, self harm, body mutilation

Yves doesn't like being naked to anyone. Not even you. He didn't like how his skin looked, but most horribly: wounds that changed into healed scars takes time, seeing them reminded him of his age which he despises.

It doesn't mean that you would never see him nude, though. At some point, you will "accidentally" walk in on him changing because Yves "forgot" to lock the door.

You will see a massive, hideous scar spanning over his chest and back. Of course, you would ask what it is. Yves would take this opportunity to educate you on the dangers of not protecting yourself against deadly UV radiation.

That is true, he was tormented by melanoma for many years due to his excessive tanning and recklessness regarding suncare. Bronze skin was all the rage back then, he was a young, dumb boy who wanted to follow the trends.

You rarely noticed the chaotic, wispy scars on his arms that were caused by whips. Deep scarring on his wrists and ankles from rusted metal chains. Cigarette burns, other cuts, iron branding, scars done in intricate shapes and wounds that are too violent, too manmade, too self inflicted to have been done by skin cancer.

It is no secret to you that his genitals were mutilated and the surrounding flesh is in similar conditions, they're perfectly functional, but anyone could tell that Yves has been through harrowing physical and mental trauma.

Yves's nagging lecture about how you should always wear sunscreen and avoid the rays would already drive you out of the room to question the other ones.

It's always a wonder how he keeps his face, hands and feet flawless. But once upon a time, he was just like anyone else, he had severe acne that would leave him in tears over how ugly he was and how painful the blistering could get. His assailants would ruin his beautiful countenance either due to jealousy or due to some other sick reasons. He had melanoma on his face, the aftermath was made up of tears and a plethora of failed suicide attempts.

Yves wasn't supposed to have his hands functional after how he would physically defend himself or fight with them. No one could count the number of times a blade has cleanly gone through from the front of his palm to the back. He was no stranger to the feeling of being burnt, he had his pinkie and ring finger fused together after being exposed to extreme heat. Yves survived a fire and an explosion in his lifetime.

His feet, goodness, his feet. He walked through broken glass regularly. It was bound together and flogged almost daily, he had nasty infections that cost him his toenails. For a while, he was limping due to how damaged it was. Yves was lucky that he managed to save them before he knew he had to amputate both.

But, they are all seemingly untouched. You wouldn't believe that these three parts of his body went through horrific situations, there isn't even a blemish!

Well, he valued his face, hands and feet more than any other part of his being. Yves placed his all into fixing them, countless reconstructive surgeries, drugs, diets and grafts, all thanks to thousands upon thousands of his innocent, unwilling victims. If it weren't for them "donating" their precious lives for research, transplants or otherwise, Yves would have been a gruesome sight to withhold.

He could eradicate the rest of his scarring if he wanted to. But he's a lot more mature now, anything can be covered by his tops, pants and dresses aren't worth the effort anymore. You and Yves think his smile is beautiful, his fingers feel nice massaging your scalp and he can walk without wincing in pain, that's enough for him.

But back to the main topic, Yves wouldn't take baths with you- He would gladly bathe you as your caregiver, he would be fully clothed as he scrubbed you from head to toe. You might find it strange that he would rather suffer from wet clothes than showing you what's under his turtleneck despite knowing how it looks already.

You can't just try and purposely intrude if you know he's changing clothes or taking a shower. Yves would scold you for being very rude for breaching his privacy, and he would drone on and on about the importance of consent for hours. Of course, he does this after he kicks you out of the room to get fully dressed.

If you want him to be present in the bathroom with you when you're showering, he will be there. Fully clothed. If you're insisting that he joins you, he will. Fully clothed.

When it comes to sex, yes, he drugs you to heighten the pleasure. And it was mentioned that a blanket must be draped over you and he at all times. But these also serve the purpose of blinding you towards the stories his skin could tell. Yves doesn't think you're ready to know, you're too emotionally immature. You couldn't handle the distress no matter how casually or carefully he would word it.

Yves had an entire lifetime to get over it, and he did, but you don't. And that is alright with him, you don't have to know. The past is in the past, Yves couldn't care less about what caused him to look so disgusting. He wants you to hold onto that priceless, priceless innocence and naivety as much as you can.

All he wants you to do now is to relax and have fun. Enjoy the climax and forget the insignificant world around you. To know that you are loved until the very end and beyond. He wants you to smile, to giggle and to take great delight in his tender, loving kisses.

That is what he wants to do as well.

[incorrectvld-quotes]

🍓🔪🏜️

(and not just specifically because it now looks like the strawberry is issuing threats to the desert)

I'm going to answer these, but oh my goodness am I invested in why the strawberry is threatening the desert!

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction? Is it bad to say I honestly don't remember? 😅 The best I can remember is a friend and I were looking at Hetalia memes and stumbled upon fanfiction.net. A world of beautiful mistakes and regrets opened its doors

It kind of amazed me that I could make my own stories about characters I already loved and basically play with the characters like dolls and put them into scenarios and machinations of my own devising. And I never stopped.

🔪 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? Oh, I have a list because I found most of the topics I've had to research fascinating. These are all from fanfics I haven't finished yet, but the top three that sound weird are probably:

Scars. I have done so much research on this subject from burn scars to lacerations, surgical scars, skin grafts, and my personal favorite, Lichtenburg scars. I needed to know the healing time for a few of them, sensitivity to touch and atmospheric pressure (weather and sudden temperature changes), the likelihood of some scars to fade better than others, and so on. One of my main OCs has burn scarring across his upper back and shoulders and some general nicks and cuts that are visible, which kind of spurred this whole interest.

Sexual intimacy and sensitivity in paraplegics. It sounds so much worse than it is, but it ties into my Oracle Tim fanfic where he uses a wheelchair due to paralysis from the waist down. I fell into a pit of interest when I was looking into things regarding paraplegia and spinal cord injuries and needed to know EVERYTHING I possibly could! This included the different wheelchairs, types of paralysis, occupational therapy, and how the human body is so adaptable and unique. I read something about arousal in one article and suddenly needed to know everything about it. You can probably tell by now that anatomy and physiology is a special interest of mine!

Eels. You know the shrieking eels from The Princess Bride? I started a Young Justice AU (I'm going to finish it I swear) and needed to know about eels. They lay eggs, they do not have testicles, they're carnivorous predators, and I made Superboy fight the eels.

🏜️ What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? I lose my mind every time I get a comment that either quotes something from the fic and expands on it or screams about it, or picks out a detail I thought would go unnoticed! But people who can poke fun and make me laugh always put a smile on my face for the rest of the day! :D

[f1yogurt]

These Scars

a Niki Lauda drabble

Characters: Niki Lauda/Marlene Lauda

Tags: angst, scars, contemplation, f1, injury recovery

Summary: They've only been married for a few months, and yet she's already seen him cheat death.

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She found him on the balcony. He was silhouetted against the soft morning sun, leaning over the deck railing and staring out at the beautiful Austrian countryside. Marlene took a breath and opened the sliding glass door to the patio, stepping out onto the wooden deck.

She knew Niki heard her as she approached, but he made no move to turn around. Marlene studied, for the thousandth time, the raw skin bleeding through the bandages around his head. His hair had begun to grow back on the left side of his scalp, but the locks that managed to appear around the grafts were sparse and stringy, nothing like the soft curls he had before. 

His crystal blue eyes were fixed on something in the distance, a meditative expression on his face. She followed his gaze. When she looked across the yard of the house, she noticed a group of kids riding their bikes along the dirt road that carved its way through the hills. The sound of their laughter floated across the fields, and it made Marlene smile. Niki, however, studied them with a pensive look as they rode away into the distance.

She was thankful for the peace and quiet. Willi Dungl had managed to pry the oppressive journalists away from their house for a day, feigning some physiotherapy exercise demonstration for the press about Niki’s comeback, so the only sound in the air was the chirping of birds rather than clamoring of the media. No loud people or flashing cameras invading their private home today.

Marlene remained quiet, leaning against the railing next to him. Niki found strength in her supportive silence. He preferred to meditate on things internally rather than speak them aloud. For this reason, others often thought him cold, unfeeling, but Marlene knew better.

She glanced down to where he had his hands resting on the balcony railing. The skin on his right wrist was still raw, a graft not yet fitted by the doctors to help cover the wound. She watched as his fingers remained relaxed against the wooden railing, unburdened by anxiety.

She was aware that Niki knew she was studying him, but she wasn’t deterred. He had told her many times how her gaze wore heavily on his conscience. Marlene did her best not to stare for too long, but she was never able to fully mask her concern. She didn’t think she ever would be able to again.

Her gaze returned to his face after a few moments. The side of his cheek was still slightly swollen from his broken cheekbone, but the lower half of his face was completely normal. The skin was soft and smooth, unmarred by scars in a stark contrast to his scarlet burns. She yearned to reach out and touch him, to cradle his face and tell him for the hundredth time that everything would be alright. 

But she didn’t. Instead, she simply leaned over the railing next to him, standing by his side, offering her silent comfort as they gazed out over the sprawling fields. They could take in this rare moment of peace before reality caught up with them once again.

[chronicparagon]

Roako: "Why do people seem to care so much about scars and burns? It's just another story to tell isn't it?"

"Ah! You heard those comments from earlier?" Harmony tenses when Roako spoke. She didn't expect anyone to notice the rumors and her comment. "You don't need to worry. It's not a common occurrence, but it's been a bit weird today." The last thing she wants is for anyone to be upset for her.

"Well, I think a lot of people don't really care. It's just mine are pretty bad. It's not really like cuts or things like that. I had literally layers of flesh burned off. The skin grafting was a nightmare and it really hurt. It still looks like I'm missing pieces of myself." She imagines the large pits, ridges, and uneven surfaces over her arm and shoulder can disturb anyone.

"I try to be understanding because it's a lot to take in. Really, they make Freddy Kruger's skin look smoother compared to my arm." Harmony bursts out laughing as she says this, but it quickly falters. "Sorry! I...I was trying to be funny." Now, she feels she is two inches tall for that attempt of a joke. "Anyway," Harmony clears her throat before continuing.

"You're right, though. They can tell a story. A story of challenges, pain, loss, but...Also a story of strength, determination, and the victories of a survivor, no matter how small those victories are. I need to learn to stop caring about the few who think they are gross. Scar can be beautiful, at least I think so...They share evidence that we can be strong."

@members-of-the-guild

[strawbebehmod]

....what about trans people though? What about people with post-cancer asymmetry that gives them severe dysphoria? What about children born with deformities that can severely effect their quality of life if not corrected, like having skin fusing their fingers together or their eyes shut? What about survivors of natural disasters that have been disfigured? What about people with fatty non life threatening growths that severely effect their quality of life? What about trans people? What about people who have experienced severe burns and need skin grafts? What about people who have been mauled by animals and need their face fixed afterwards? What about people who want tattoos removed? Or scars from domestic violence and trauma? What about people trying to escape stalkers that will not leave them alone? What about trans people? What about people trying to escape tyrannical government regimes that are targeting them and need witness protection? What about people who have been disfigured by war to the point where they make people uncomfortable by being around them and make them feel less human, ya know, what modern cosmetic surgery was invented for? What about individuals born with genetics that make them grow too much breast tissue or other encumbering growths and need them removed? What about people with painful overbites or under bites that physically make life hard for them? Or those having non life threatening teeth trauma? What about people who's genitalia have developed in a way make it physically uncomfortable for them to have sex despite wanting too? What about people who have a large mole that's benign but they want to get it removed just in case it becomes malignant? What about people wanting to get warts removed because they are painful? WHAT ABOUT TRANS PEOPLE?????

Seriously all of those count as cosmetic surgery. Yes the culture around modern plastic surgery is detrimental to many women and men around the world and is used to push horrible unattainable beauty standards. But cosmetic surgery exists for so much more than that

And if you ignore all those reasons to call it evil you are being incredibly ableist, transphobic, and sexist....and just anti human rights in general.

i am anti-cosmetic surgery as a whole at this point idc!! idc if that isn’t “progressive”!! “it’s a woman’s choice to get it <3” yes it’s every individual woman’s choice to have the same face and i’m sure it’s completely divorced from misogynistic, eurocentric, capitalistic beauty standards that will shift over time and make those women feel bad about themselves all over again

[shifahospitaltvl]

Burn Surgery in Tirunelveli

Burns are categorized depending on their severity in minor burns to major ones that may cause the death of the affected person. This is also the case because burn surgery is needed for severe burn injuries, the effects of which are not only on the skin but also in the underlying tissues.

The aims of burn surgery are to repair the injured tissues, provide functional plus cosmetic coverage for the burned skin.

Treatment Options for Burns

Initial Care: From the assessments made, the first management that is taken in the case of burns include cleaning the wound, preventing infection and controlling pain. First and second degree burns may be managed by use of topical creams and other dressing materials.

Surgical Intervention: In the severe cases of burns, surgery is required say, through skin grafts. This is a process of ensuring that healthy skin from an unrelated area is relocated to the area affected by burn so as to allow the formation of new skin.

Reconstructive Surgery: Where there is scarring or deformity of the skin or anatomic features, reconstructive surgery is done to enable the resurface the skin and also get functionality back. This may involve operations to alleviate pain or to enhance the range of movement in a joint or to minimize the visibility of a scar or scar tissue.

Why Choose Shifa Hospital?

Shifa Hospital which treats the patients needing surgical intervention for burns in Tirunelveli is headed by Dr. Ramya, a practicing cosmetic surgeon doctor in Tirunelveli. Due to the professionalism of the Surgeon, the patients undergo individual treatment and surgery plans are designed to address both the medical and facial beauty aspects.

Dr. Ramya’s empathy towards the patients means that they can be with their families for support throughout the healing process, which makes Shifa Hospital the preferred hospital for treatment of burns in the region.

[cripplemagics]

❛ take off your clothes. ❜ / from kaz !

Kaz's dominance shocks Jay into silence. They admire it, wholly turned on by the spontaneity. "Yes sir," they murmur. Standing, presenting their still clothed body to him, Jay breathes deep before plunging into the act. One hand undoes the collar of their shirt. The other tugs the hem up over their head. They reveal scars from gashes and burns. Places where recovery required skin grafts and gross stitches. All of it scattered across their body, but never defining them.

Where they'd hide themself from most people they stay open to Kaz. He understands what a select few will ever know: A victor's body is a battlefield and a shrine to their survival. Therefore Jay is comfortable stripping for him. Once their clothes lay in a pile on the floor, they look over themself, taking in the beauty of it all for once.

". . . Hm. Your stare's making me blush. Am I gonna be the only one like this tonight? Or are you joining me?"

[creative9blogs]

The Transformative Power of Cosmetic Plastic Surgery

Have you ever looked in the mirror and wished for a change? It could be a scar you'd like to minimize or features you've longed to enhance. Cosmetic plastic surgery might be on your mind, but questions swirl: can it truly transform lives, and is it right for me?

Beyond the Before-and-After: Understanding Transformation

Cosmetic plastic surgery isn't just about achieving a specific look from a magazine. It's about a personal journey towards feeling more confident and comfortable in your skin. This transformation can be physical, emotional, and even social.

Physical Transformation: Procedures like rhinoplasty (nose job) or Breast Implants In Pune can address features that cause insecurity. Imagine feeling happy to wear that swimsuit you love or finally rocking your dream glasses without feeling self-conscious about your nose.

Emotional Transformation: When physical concerns weigh you down, cosmetic surgery can lift that burden. Increased confidence can lead to a more positive outlook, reduced anxiety, and greater self-worth.

Social Transformation: Feeling good about your appearance can translate into feeling more outgoing and confident in social settings. You might find yourself taking on new opportunities you previously avoided.

Stories of Transformation: Real People, Real Results

Sarah, a teacher, felt constantly judged for her prominent nose. After rhinoplasty, she describes a newfound freedom: "Now, I can focus on connecting with my students, not feeling self-conscious in photos."

David, a software engineer, battled self-esteem issues due to excess weight. Liposuction helped him achieve a comfortable physique, leading him to join a gym and embrace an active lifestyle.

These are just a few examples of how cosmetic surgery can be a catalyst for positive change.

Remember, It's Your Journey: Making Informed Choices

Considering cosmetic surgery? Here are some key points to remember:

Do your research: Explore different procedures, understand the risks and recovery process, and consult with qualified board-certified plastic surgeons.

Be honest with yourself: What are your goals? Are they realistic and based on your desires, not societal pressures?

Open communication is key: Discuss your expectations thoroughly with your surgeon. A good surgeon will listen to your concerns and guide you toward the best options for your unique case.

It's Not Just About Looks: Reconstructive Surgery's Impact

While cosmetic surgery focuses on aesthetics, reconstructive surgery plays a vital role in healing and restoration. It can address birth defects, injuries, and the effects of disease.

A woman who has undergone breast cancer reconstruction can regain a sense of normalcy and femininity.

A burn victim can receive skin grafts, minimizing scarring and regaining mobility.

Reconstructive surgery's transformative power goes beyond appearance. It's about restoring function, improving quality of life, and fostering a sense of wholeness.

Embrace Your Journey: You Deserve to Feel Confident

Whether you're considering cosmetic or reconstructive surgery, remember, this is your journey. It's about taking charge of your well-being and feeling your best.

Here are some additional points to consider:

Focus on overall health: Cosmetic surgery is not a magic solution. Maintaining a healthy lifestyle through diet and exercise is crucial for optimal results and long-term well-being.

The importance of self-love: While cosmetic surgery can boost confidence, it shouldn't replace self-acceptance. True beauty radiates from within, and surgery should complement, not replace your inherent worth.

Considering Cosmetic Surgery?

If you're contemplating cosmetic surgery, take some time for self-reflection. Research, consult with qualified professionals, and prioritize your physical and emotional well-being. Remember, you deserve to feel confident and comfortable in your skin. Ready to start your journey? In Pune, Dr. Hitesh Laad is a board-certified plastic surgeon with over a decade of experience in performing various cosmetic procedures. His practice, Enhance Clinics, offers a range of services, including rhinoplasty, breast augmentation, liposuction, and more. Search for "Dr. Hitesh Laad cosmetic plastic surgery Pune" or visit punecosmeticsurgery.com to learn more about his expertise and approach.

[handmedownpocketpussy]

When I was in high school one of my best friends had burn scars all over her hands and forearm from a childhood accident. As a form of support, she was put into camp in the summers with other kids who grew up with burn scars. Burn scars are inelastic and large, and human kids are growing and need their skin to grow with them, so they needed interventive surgeries to help them grow without pain. It was a very cathartic camp for her to be involved with, and shows how support networks are a vital part of learning to love yourself-- but i digress. She was dating a guy from said summer camp, and he had burns across his head, face, neck, chest, and arms. we were teens and he had had multiple surgeries to make sure his skin would stretch with him. All of us went to an MCR concert (black parade had just came out and we were angsty teens) and everyone in the crowd, predictably, had rainbows and pride merch all over their emo clothes. This kid got so many people bullying him because he had a bubble on the side of his neck where surgeons had put in a bladder they'd inflated to make his unburnt skin grow, to be able to graft into his burnt skin. This was an MCR concert. This wasn't a George Bush Jr. rally. and people were slinging all sorts of fucked up things at him. They made fun of his body, of his medically necessary addition, of his burnt vocal chords-- people are horrible and abelist and feel entitled to shit on others bodies.

When TERFs shit on trans people's medical interventions, they are telegraphing that they would also be in that MCR mosh pit making fun of the disabled teen for looking weird for having the audacity of existing outside of their scope of beauty.

I want everyone who thinks 'well TERFs don't affect me' to think about the effect that happens when that type of open shaming is ok, of the trans people and disabled people that are hurt directly or in the crossfire. We all need to be each other's support network and stand up for the communities being attacked as a united front

it really is insidious how terfs will point to scars and very recent surgery photos in a way that berrays that they have never had to undergo major medical intervention or witness it on the people they love. like I've seen them getting utterly grossed out posting barf emojis over photos of thighs and forearms where skin gets removed and grafted elsewhere for things like bottom surgery. and I don't think they're even aware that...that's what skin grafts are? for skin cancer, for burns, for corrosion--you take it from somewhere else and put it where it's needed. but they will literally just post and look at these photos of the donor area in complete isolation, they'll see the missing scarred skin and be completely revolted by it, when you could fully and without their knowledge swap it for any picture from a different surgery and they could be saying this shit about a cancer patient. do they get that their revulsion for scarred and post-surgery bodies isn't some perfectly neat thing they can assign to that recipient versus this one, and when they say shit like "zipper tits" there's cis women with mastectomy scars who hear that? do they know how dehumanizing that is? have they ever even spoken to someone who isn't able bodied and perfectly, blissfully healthy?

[lovelypol]

Unlocking Radiant Skin: The Dermatome Devices Market and Its Role in Restoring Beauty and Health! ✨🌟

Hey, Tumblr fam! Let's dive into the world of Dermatome Devices and how they're transforming the realms of beauty and health. 🌸💆‍♀️

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Here's why they deserve the spotlight:

1️⃣ Healing Power: Dermatome devices are vital in skin grafting procedures, helping burn victims recover and regain their lives. 2️⃣ Cosmetic Enhancements: They play a pivotal role in procedures like facelifts and scar revisions, helping individuals feel their best. 3️⃣ Precision & Results: Dermatomes provide precise and consistent skin grafts, ensuring the best outcomes for patients.

🌟 Leading Innovations: 🔍 Electric Dermatomes: These devices use an electric motor to create uniform, thin grafts for optimal healing. 🌬️ Air Dermatomes: Using compressed air, they offer another method for skin grafting with different benefits. 👩‍⚕️ Expert Hands: The skilled hands of surgeons using dermatome devices ensure artistry in every procedure.

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#DermatomeDevices #BeautyInnovation #HealthTech #SkinRestoration #MedicalMiracles

[hazel51]

Scars Treatment with effective cosmetic treatment procedures

Scars and effective cosmetic treatment procedures

Flawless skin is the top goal of many people both in and out of India when it comes to determining exterior beauty. Any minor damage to the skin around the visible areas, for instance face, head, arms and legs might leave the area slightly less attractive. It is okay to assume minor scars, however did you know by finding the Scar Removal Treatment in Mumbai for your budget you can enjoy a flawless skin once more? Visit top clinic solutions like The Esthetic Clinics in Mumbai where professional dermatologists will assess your scar condition and proceed to recommend the right therapy option.

Formation of scars

It is almost impossible to avoid different forms of injuries ranging from minor to extreme ones. Scarring is the aftermath of a recovery process from a skin injury. The appearance of the scar is determined by a number of factors, for instance depth of the wound, its size, location of the stated injury and lastly your skin type, colour and ethnicity. There are several types of scars that you should be familiar with including:-

Keloid Scars –These are scars that form as a culmination of an aggressive healing procedure. They are an extension of the original injury and might even limit locomotion or movement. To treat such scars, surgery, steroid injections and cryotherapy are among the main solutions to seek out after.

Contracture scars –these are the scars that form as a result of combustion or burning injuries. It is a type of scarring that stretches and tightens the skin around the burnt area which reduces the aesthetic appeal of the area by a great margin.

Hypertrophic scars – scars that appear red in colour and almost resemble keloids. To treat the scarring, doctors recommend steroid injections whose primary goal is to alleviate inflammation hence flattening the scars.

Scar treatment options are Face Scar Removal Treatment in Mumbai

There are several methods used by doctors and dermatologists at The Esthetic Clinics to help with removal of scarring. Check out some of the common solutions to familiarize with after setting up an appointment for consultations.

Prescription creams, gels and ointment

These are over the counter medications that can be purchased or ordered online and applied topically over the scarred area to reduce their size and visibility over time. The medication reduces itching and also the antihistamines are used orally for desensitizing the scar options. You also need to consult with your dermatologist before commencing any procedure for eliminating scaring on your skin.

Surgical procedures for Laser Scar Removal Treatment in Mumbai

At The Esthetic Clinics, India there are many surgical procedures that will be guided through to treat their various scarring forms. The procedures include Dermabrasion, grafting process, laser surgery and even excision. The procedure to be used will be determined by the location of the scar and tissues on the area where the injury exists.

Use of injections

Steroid injections are the most common kind of treatment used for scar removal or alleviation on the skin. Dermal filler injections are also used for special scarring types, for instance pitted scarring. You should, however, get guidance from Dr. Debraj Shome and Dr. Rinky Kapoor on the use of the injections as a solution before proceeding to get it.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from July 11-15 2022 Reddit posts

“Do you want Protestants? Because that’s how you get Protestants.” “Does anyone have an orphanage we can borrow?” “Man, medieval religion was metal.” “Our family has a long tradition of getting extra-judicially executed, and deserving it” “Time to make 28 gallons of hollandaise.” “So this is how people get into asmr? I get it now.” ““Done is better than perfect” “I don’t know why but this makes me queasy.” “Spread your legs and use your balls as an anchor.” “If you look closely the baby is holding the beer.” “The applications for this data are endless. Okay maybe not endless. In fact I’m struggling to think of more than a handful.” “My kid's first birthday was a great time. We had a party. He was allowed to attend.” “ Waterboard the fucking baby why don’t you” “ Look at this Rockefeller over here with a fridge just for meatballs.” “ How do you know what his ass tastes like?” “ 4 dino nuggies just ain't enough.” “ I made an entire tri-fold display board for my petsitter.” “Cut back on the avocado toast.” “Now imagine a person dies, but 50% of their gut fauna is left behind, flopping onto the ground.“ “ I used to have to fight sea lions at work.” “ Would you put your kid on a fucking grizzly bear?” “ Used to wonder if I’d ever had a full on conversation with a butt-plug in public person.” “I mean I already wanted to shag her and it was hard enough without thinking about her butthole.” “Dude, you don't have to show off your enormous snake.” “ Hairy little asshole” “Why would you try to fight someone with like a foot and 150+ pounds on you? That’s just asking for pain.” “It's hard to feel shame when you don't really feel any general emotions besides rage.” “There are 2 languages known throughout the universe. Dance and mathematics.” “ I love cows, since I was a child they always seemed so gentle.” “What a beautiful sweet baby.” “Some good steak right there.” “Don’t eat meat, please.” “ Did you think it was original? Funny? Are you trying to stand out in the crowd, or just be an asshole? Why are you like this?” “Cows creep me out for some reason.” “Awww she’s ugly!” “The entire point of it is selfish attention.” “ As a horrible person this is super funny and I may do this one day.” “It’s like watching a horror movie where everyone is doing the opposite of what an actual person would do in that same situation.” “Tell your new ex-girlfriend to call me.” “ I'm ready for another existential crisis. Bring it on!” “Her butt was in the way.” “ Incredible comedic timing from the cat.” “Entitled assholes don't care about lines.” “Essential oil will grow those fingers back.” "One less person to pollute the world" “Effective protest causes as much and as widespread disruption as possible, so that they cannot be ignored by those in power.” “Cement is not good on bare skin. It can cause severe burns and permanent scarring, sometimes requiring skin grafts.” “Learning hanky code was a lot more time consuming than being able to openly talk about your sexuality.” “ This is incredibly unsatisfactory!” “Stop trying to be the center of attention” “Drunk by nature?” “ Sure, you can drive an expensive sports car at 100mph, while kissing a gorgeous woman. But neither will get the attention it deserves.” “Just because you can multitask doesn't mean you're doing any of those tasks well.” “You aren't even THAT ugly!” “You know what you have the perfect boobs for? Surgery.” "I'm asking how I look in this dress to get comfort, so please give me a compliment." “Some uniqueness in a person is good, but you have too much.” "Yeah, you look like you used to work out a lot" "You never fail to disappoint" “Aren’t you gonna break the trampoline with your weight” “Been a long time, hey you've gained some weight!” "You did it! Great job! Never in my whole life did I think you'd actually succeed!" “Are you pregnant?” “Goatees are extremely hard to pull off. You either look like Frank Zappa or you look like a one star meth chef at a trailer park. It's the kind of thing that forces you to overdress to compensate.“ “Imagine distilling your own existence down to basic reproduction like a brainless amoeba.” “You need to rationalize the bitter loneliness you feel when it's clear you wasted your life.” “You know what kind of creature only wants to reproduce? A fucking virus.” “Even today, more than any other factor, a war is won and lost on logistics.” “The drop tanks were swapped for ice cream.” “Amateurs talk tactics, professionals talk logistics” “Logistics can’t win you a war, but it can lose one” “You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.”

[somerandoidkletmein2]

I agree with the notion that a lot of people don't depict Burn scars or visible differences/disabilities in characters very accurately, often seemingly because it's not conventionally pretty to draw.

Personally I find healed full body burn scars amazingly beautiful. It's like somebody has the secrets of the universe written on their skin (I'm not making sense I know lol). And I still struggle to convey that when drawing my Post Canon AU recovered Curly and do the things I see in burned skin some sort of justice while still keeping it realistic and accurate to how somebody would look after burns, skin grafts, etc.

I definitely agree though, that some artists try to "clean up" his injuries or healed scars a little too much.

something so annoying about people refusing to make scars ugly... captain curly would NOT look pretty, hes a burn victim. his scars will be gnarly, you will see membrane from his brain through his eye socket, you will see bone, muscles and tendons, you will smell burnt flesh and be able to peel the top layer of skin off. his scars are ugly. SAME WITH SALLY FACE!!!! hes not pretty, he got shot through the fucking eye, he will have impaired vision, his scar will pull at healthy skin, it will be rough, gross and sandpapery.

[dadsbongos]

*bows down to you* I would like to know your despair arc headcanons for antag reader! Literally love antag reader so much 😳

ahhhhhh nonny please let me treat you to my adoration, i can’t thank you enough for asking me about my despair arc hcs for antag reader

Request for: Fuck it, not even Hajime anymore it’s just antag reader. Girlboss moment Warnings: fuckin despair arc tings lmao there’s a lot to deal with, face cutting, abuse (emotional, mental, physical) cuz hi junko enoshima, manipulation cuz hi junko enoshima, self mutilation/harm, mikan/junko toxicity, gore, vomiting  ~~~

Headcanons:

🐇Okay so I’ve said it before but!! 🐇She was in that toxic relationship between Mikan and Junko 🐇Junko would make her and Mikan compete for any and all affections just to cause them both despair (which even if “won”, was still denied) 🐇And then anytime she could, Junko would just absolutely berate (Y/n)’s looks and talent, calling the Ultimate Copycat a “fake talent” and “just stealing” 🐇So after Junko died, (Y/n) found her body and cut off portions of her face and replaced them with patches of Junko to “be more like her Despair” 🐇She would find people who wanted to fight for hope and take them in, insisting that she was on their side and would lead them to her house for “safety” 🐇Then she’d just restrain them with Mikan so they could perform experiments and surgeries on them together 🐇Definitely helps Kazuichi build his bigger machines, using the more intelligence she has to make better plans for what they’ll do with them 🐇I imagine that as a copycat antag, she’s got a shitload of charisma so she prolly just gets a load of followers 🐇I’m not saying it’s a cult… but 🐇Probably was the influencer for Nagito’s decision to become Servant 🐇Since he was already serving her all the time pre-despair he decided to join the WOH as their servant  🐇As for when she got captured by the Future Foundation… 🐇Was probably one of the harder ones to capture like Nekomaru and Gundham since she could be the Ultimate at almost anything she wanted 🐇When being interrogated by the Future Foundation she was probably smug and cocky af 🐇A solid match for Byakuya, no joke 🐇Maybe worse, like at least he sort of mellowed out with responsibility 🐇Keeps her mouth tightly shut until they mention anything about her face or Mikan 🐇Because as much as she doesn’t truly romantically love Mikan, she’s not even sure she loved Junko, she does care about the nurse very deeply 🐇So it’s when they mention having captured her that they get any sign of emotion other than cockiness 🐇When they say they have Nagito, that also gets them some words from her 🐇But if they say anything about her face, she has a little breakdown and throws a fit about how she’s better than everyone else in the room and she could kill them all if she wanted and she’s more beautiful than any of them could ever dream to be 🐇Didn’t get the chance to help Izuru release Junko into the Neoworld Program, but definitely would have if she could

Stories:

“Would you kill for me?” Junko murmured, bringing a hand up to caress (Y/n)’s cheek, rubbing her thumb over the bone, “Would you die for me?”

“I would!” she cried hysterically, tears already streaming down her face, “Please, say it! Please, just say it! I would do anything for you, please, just love me… I love you! I love you! Just love me, please…”

Her brows furrowed, bringing her gentle touch back to whip the copycat in the face with a backhand slap, “You’re so ugly, a little piggy ripe for the slaughter.”

Sobs pulled at (Y/n)’s convulsing body as she heaved on the ground. Her throat closed and dried up, chest burning and stomach churning until she finally felt her gag reflex trigger. She spat out stomach acids as she wept over a love that was never hers.

“God, you’re so nasty,” Junko kicked her in the ass, knocking her down into her own puke, “Get out and don’t come back until I command.”

“Love me… love me… love me… please… I beg you…!”

~~

“Do you think if I crushed my hand, Junko would care?”

“No.”

“Sonia wouldn’t care if you crushed yours.”

Kazuichi’s eyes flickered from his work to (Y/n), “I know.”

“It’d be…”

“Despairful?”

“Absolutely morbid,” her tone was breathy, a grin easing up over her lips and heart beating faster as she set aside the half-finished Monokuma and pressed her hand onto the metal desk, raising her heavy wrench above her head. 

Kazuichi was quick to copy the moves, eyes wide in anticipation and muscles twitching as his brain desperately tried sending the signals for him to stop.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!”

Screams echoed in the warehouse following the sickening crunch of bones under the torturous weight of their wrenches. Kazuichi looked at the girl through his tears, “Again?”

In the midst of her agonized cries, she nodded, blubbering about how horrific the pain was, “Yes, yes, again!”

And so, the countdown started once again.

“One, two, three!”

More bones broken, more pain blasting through their hands for their beloveds to reject everything they were. For the loves they held so dear to look upon them and their injuries and roll their eyes - because they were meaningless in their loves’ eyes.

And that was the despair they craved.

~~

Nagito held out his chain, grimacing when it was Izuru who took it rather than (Y/n) before shoving that hatred back into his chest. Izuru may be a despair-filled faker with no real talent he’d been born with, but he himself, Nagito Komaeda - Servant - was worse. 

He wasn’t worth the air in his lungs. Not even human garbage as he was barely passable as a human being. 

Then, his eyes traveled once again to (Y/n). His dearest and closest friend.

Izuru may have had more talents mastered, but she was natural. She was genuine and had taken the time to master her Ultimate herself while Izuru had them all planted inside his brain as if he had a right to them at all. It was like watching a slacker get all the credit that a hard-worker had already done. Infuriating.

He wished to see (Y/n) ascend into hope once more, he truly believed she could pave the way above everyone else. She had to. She was better than everyone else, it was up to her to return them to hope, once she realized hope for herself.

He believed in her and her hope - once Enoshima’s metaphorical hands were ripped from her spirit.

And he liked to think she had fresh patches of skin that weren't hers, still red around the scars and peeling, were there for the same reason he had a new hand that wasn’t his.

~~

“She’s so much like Byakuya,” Makoto mumbled, watching through the glass as their newest captured Despair, (Y/n) (L/n), tapped her nails against the table her hands were chained to.

“First that troublesome imposter and now her, who do they think they are? They’re not even near being worthy of the Togami name.”

Kyoko scanned the girl, “She was screaming at the guards earlier when they pointed out the scars and patches on her face. Perhaps bringing it up again will get her to talk about some things.”

“We…” Makoto stopped, shivering at the memory of Junko Enoshima’s corpse when they’d found it on the side of the road outside their old school. Patches missing from a bloodied, pulpy face, “We already know what happened. What more could you want her to talk about?”

“Maybe she knows where some of her classmates are.”

“The nurse freaked out when we mentioned her, maybe if we bring Mikan up to (Y/n), she’ll have a similar reaction,” the Ultimate Hope offered up.

Nodding, Kyoko turned towards the door into the interrogation room, “It’s worth a shot.”

~~

Five minutes was all they got, Makoto Naegi said. He was compassionate and understanding and so sweet. Of course, he’d set up a meeting between the lovers who didn’t know if they ever really loved each other.

Mikan was always unusually cold and smelled of lavender with a hint of vanilla, her hands were soft and her lips a lovely shade of pink.

Now, as (Y/n) held the nurse’s hand over the interrogation table and basked in her presence, she could feel how much she’d changed in despair. She was still cold but now she reeked of dirt and blood, no matter how many showers she’d taken. Her lips were much paler; dry and cracked. Hands rough and calloused.

“They told me you took her womb.”

“You took her face.”

“You’ll bear her children?”

“You’ll bear her beauty?”

It was always a fight. It was always a competition. For more. For love. For the affection and attention they’d been deprived of all their lives.

“Have you… tried conceiving?”

There was silence. Mikan looked down at the table and then back up at (Y/n).

Her skin was no longer peeling along the jagged incision sites but her scars were infecting when she’d been taken in and it was obvious. They were puffy and oozed every so often.

She looked back down.

“With who?”

Shaking her head, Mikan tightened her grip on the girl’s hand.

“Why didn’t you get me to do the skin graft?”

“You were probably busy.”

“I would’ve done it anyway. I’d done Fuyuhiko’s eye.”

There was more silence. Stiffness building in the girls’ bodies the longer their quietness buzzed in the room.

“Am I still beautiful…?” it was rare to see vulnerability in (Y/n).

“Almost like our beloved herself.” it was rare to hear a lie from Mikan.

It wasn’t the scars or the blood or the skin patches, it was the act of how she’d gotten them. Scars and patches didn’t make a person ugly, but stealing pieces of a dead woman’s face and using them as your own did.

[bubblemiya]

Ace of Spades ~ Natsuo Todoroki x Reader

Chapter 1 : First day disaster

Next | Masterlist

Warnings: blood mention, abduction mention

word count: 2.2k

A/N: This is my first fic on my new blog and I am so excited about it! I hope you enjoy

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You knew hero work wasn't going to be easy but there was still a tiny part of you that thought you'd be snatched up by a top agency right away with your flashy suit and unique quirk. That wasn't quite the case. 

In fact the opposite happened, your strong quirk had very little drawbacks and many people saw it as dangerous, the nature of your quirk drew villain organisations to you. You defeated them, reported, even 'disposed' of some of them but there was one organisation you couldn't quite shake.

It was your loyalty to the side of heroes and your impressive skill set showcased in your fights that caught the eye of the Endeavour agency. Today was your first day at the agency, it had been a full year since your graduation from shiketsu, and it hadn't properly sank in yet until you were pulling on your hero suit in the women's changing room and a fiery haired sidekick basically pounced on you.

"Aren't you the new girl? I'm Moe Kamiji, my hero name is Burnin'" 

She was beautiful, her hair was unique and her loud personality made you envy her. Her inquisitive staring distracted you and you almost tripped pulling up your body suit. She chuckled and helped steady you before offering to help you zip up.

"I'm y/n l/n, my hero name is Phantom Light"

"from what I've seen of your quirk, you're like a ghost type pokemon! that's so cool"

If she sensed your nervousness or felt the heat rising in your face, she didn't mention it. She instead just waited for you to tug on your boots and rambled about how much she loves working at the agency. Her bright attitude was nowhere near what you expected walking into a workplace run by the most intimidating man you've ever seen. She had a natural warmth to her that seemed to calm your fears. You guessed that they sic her on all the newbies at the agency because of that. 

"well I'll show you around, newbie"

She looked confident and comfortable as she showed you around the main floors and you only hoped to feel the same way soon. You had already seen the reception and social media/pr team offices as they were on the way to the changing room but Moe had shown you the gyms with in-house saunas, break rooms, conferences rooms, and investigation rooms. The place was huge and despite being full of people, felt empty. It was terrifying, but still exactly what you expected from the new number one. Moe's phone beeped as you passed into another hallway and she pulled it from her bra to check.

"I regret not asking for pockets on this thing" she growled "shit, I'm being called to a villain attack not far from here, you're on your own for now, newbie." she turned to run down the hallway.

"Thank you Kami-"

"Call me Moe!" and before you could even respond she was gone. Your nerves suddenly came flooding back without your new friend there to ease them. With your 'almost fall' in the changing room and Moe leaving when you needed her most, it seemed lady luck was not on your side today. Right as you turned the corner you smacked right into someone exiting an office and they spilled their coffee down your shirt.

“Oh i’m so sorry!” 

“It's ok, my hero suit is quite thick so it's not that bad” you attempted to laugh it off but paused as you finally looked up. Your blood ran cold as you realised who you bumped into. The six foot five figure of your boss loomed over you. On your first day you just so happened to bump into Endeavour's son and cause a coffee spill right in front of the man himself. “I-it was my fault any-”

“You just started today and you’re already causing problems, we scouted you because of your impressive skill set but -”

“Shut up, old man” Endeavour's face immediately twitched in anger but he listened to his son, not wanting to cause a scene with him. “It was an accident and it was both of our faults” Endeavour looked embarrassed but grunted something inaudible under his breath. “I'm Natsuo, I'm sorry about your suit, take this” he held his jacket out to you.  

 “Its ok, it's just a stain”

“Please I insist”

You took it, not wanting him to be offended, and you got a chance to get a proper look at him. He awkwardly scratched his neck as you put on the jacket. There was a brief moment of awkward silence before Endeavour pushed Natsuo past you and carried on walking down the hall. You shook your head to try and rid you of your shame, you hoped you had not just ruined your big shot in the hero world. You walked back down to the offices, keeping your head down as you passed Endeavour and Natsuo to avoid the awkward eye contact. Endeavour was immensely intimidating so you wanted to avoid getting further onto his bad side as much as possible. You filled out the last of your paperwork and set out on your daily patrol.

You kept the jacket on during your patrol and kept in mind that you should take it off to fight but hoped that wouldn't be necessary. You wandered your designated streets, taking in the general hustle and bustle of the town. Bike bells and shop doors opening were sounds you considered comforting. You nodded at people as you passed them, even stopping to say hi to some kids, and stopped at a cafe for a drink. You walked with your drink, hoping for a peaceful end to your work day, until the bird chirping and happy kids turned to screams for help. Your feet, as if on autopilot, followed the sounds until you turned a corner and came face to face with a guy harassing a group of high school girls. You recognised his face from the news, he was a low level villain who had abducted some high school students over the last 3 weeks. He didn't have any strong quirk that you knew of so you went straight in with a strong punch. However, in your haste, you failed to notice the knife he had concealed until he swung it in your direction and he caught your stomach. It wasn't so deep that it needed immediate attention so you continued to fight him off. you had shouted at the girls to leave the alley but they were frozen in place. Fear sometimes acts as an invisible paralytic, 

one that we can't or struggle to fight against.

He had gotten in a couple of good swings but once you knocked the knife out of his hand he was pretty much useless. You gave him a harsh elbow to the nose that definitely broke it, a noise that you didn't wanna admit made you feel good and all but knocked him out with the hardest punch you could throw. While he was incapacitated you leaned down to slip him under your control into his body to possess him to make him easier to carry. Your quirk was called 'ghost' which not only gave you the ghostly ability to walk through walls but also to possess people and communicate with the dead. Your possession ability works like a telepathically controlled puppet instead of a typical spirit possession. Once you had his unconscious form up and ready to walk himself to the nearby police you made an attempt to calm the girls and make sure they followed you to the police so police could do safety checks and collect statements. You found it was easy to keep them distracted from their feelings by talking to them and answering questions they might have. You learned one of the girls, a short girl with black hair and black bunny ears, was named Hoshi.

"Are you a pro hero?"

"yup! I started at the Endeavour agency today!"

"Saturday is a weird day to start a new job"  

"There's no such thing as weekends when you're a hero" you chuckled at the way she rolled her eyes.

"Don't I know it. My dad is a pro too" 

"oh really?"

"yeah but he's away visiting my stepdad"

Your conversation abruptly stopped when police arrived on the scene and took both the unconscious villain and Hoshi away from your custody. The only thing left to do now was find where you had left Natsuo's jacket and head back to the agency to get stitched up. You ran back to a bench you passed to luckily find Natsuo's jacket still there. you didn't wanna get blood on it so you carried it back to the agency instead.

When you walked back in the agency building, Endeavour was standing in the office, handing paperwork to the receptionist, and he noticed you almost immediately.

"Phantom Light, what happened?"

"I got that guy who was abducting high school kids, the one that's been all over local news" Your chest felt heavy as you struggled to pant out your sentence. You were holding your free hand over the wound, putting as much pressure as possible on it to reduce bleeding.

"You're gonna need stitches, I'll take you to our in house doctor" He seemed a lot less tense than he did earlier and Natsuo was nowhere to be seen. You muttered a thank you and slowly walked behind him. He led you to a white door with a black metal name plate on it reading 'Dr.Kita'. You thanked Endeavour again and wandered into the room.

"Good work today, Phantom Light'' was the last thing he said before he shut the door behind you. He was being a lot nicer and even attempting to be encouraging which you figured was his own way of apologising for yelling at you earlier. 

The doctor was a tall guy around forty with yellow eyes and brunette hair that was already starting to grey. He welcomed you and got you to lie down on the bench so that he could stitch you back up. He was very talkative, as most doctors are as a way to distract from pain, and he asked about a couple other visible scars to focus your mind elsewhere. 

"I got the skin graft about a year ago, I got in a fight with some villain who had a fire quirk. I wasn't even at an agency yet, I was still looking to get scouted, but I walked past him harassing this man for money and I couldn't just walk past it" The doctor nodded as you told the story of the man with white hair and some nasty facial scars who burned you last year. You hissed as the final stitch went through and the doctor clasped his hands together.

"that's you all fixed up, now you just need to change and go home" he said, helping you off the bench and shaking your hand.

You walked back to the changing room and shoved your coffee and blood stained clothes in a bag and changed into your normal clothes. On your way out the building you passed Moe who all but begged for your phone number before you left.

The walk home was quiet and peaceful, The sunset was pretty and nice to watch as you made your way to the train station. The subway ride home had very few people and it was nice to have some time to yourself. You almost missed your stop though because your mind kept drifting back to white fluffy hair and pretty grey eyes. Natsuo was all you could think about. It didn't help that you had his jacket wrapped around you. The smell of an expensive cologne lingered around the collar, it was faint and softer than the cologne you expected him to wear. It was nice and comforting, a smell you could get used to.

Once you got back to your house you used your quirk to pass through the door - which is always locked because you used your quirk and had no reason to open it unless you were expecting food delivery. When you turned around to kick off your shoes you noticed the chain lock had been busted open. You quickly looked around the entrance to your house to check if anything was missing but everything was exactly as you left it in the morning. You dumped your duffle bag full of dirty clothes on the floor and went to check around the rest of the house. You upturned cushions, sifted through cupboards and looked underneath your copious number of house plants but everything seemed normal and in its right place. The only place left to check was your bedroom. Your hand shook as you grasped the door handle nervous to see if anything had been taken but when you walked in you couldn't see anything out of place until you turned your head to the dresser and there it was. Tucked into the frame of a photo of you and your brother sat a playing card, the ace of spades to be exact, with a time written on it.

"2:30 pm"

[cress-meadowforge]

In truth, Cress was still thinking about Bobbi's earlier comment -- about her body, about its merit and value. She imagined most people struggled with self-image, with the way they looked or felt in their own skin, though for Cress, that sensation was rather new. Arena wounds weren't uncommon, but there was usually something to be done for them. And Cress had tried. Well, she'd been pushed. Encouraged. To accept their surgeries, their procedures, their modifications. The buccal fat of her face removed, the arch of her lips accentuated, her body contoured and molded into something similar, but new. And they had tried their best to graft her skin, to undo the near-fatal burns that had ravaged her left side. In the end, she was beautiful, yes. No longer a girl from One, but a Capitol darling. But she was still scarred: neck and shoulder and chest and waist. And every time she undressed, it felt like a fresh wound.

Even with Bobbi, Cress had watched her face intently at the start of the fitting, fearful of her reaction. Scared she'd comment. Scared she'd take pity and pretend like Cress' body did not exist. There was no peace to be had, no option that did not leave her feeling bruised like a peach, eager to be peeled clean. And here was Bobbi, another woman who knew what it was like to be a victor. To be entrenched in the beauty standards of the Capitol. To no longer have a say in things, though maybe they never did.

"When was the last time you felt beautiful?"

Cress' comment brought a nearly imperceptible pause to Bobbi's work. It wasn't that people didn't comment on her skill - they often did, both in the Capitol and back home in Eight - but to have Cress say it came as a bit of shock. For Cress to talk of passion was a novelty. Everything Bobbi had seen, had known of the Victor from One was transactional - she had presented herself in that way. So for a personal strand to begin unravelling from the otherwise pragmatic Meadowforge? This was something interesting indeed.

She uttered a small "thank you," in response, returning her focus to the garment. A gemstone was threatening to escape from an intricate pattern, and that would not stand. She gently pressed on Cress' elbow to lift it so that she could get into the dress at her side, allowing the physical closeness, silence, and soft "Hm?" to serve as permission. She was curious, to be sure, of what this personal line of questioning might hold.