#virtiligo

[zinzabee]

Been learning some things about virtiligo for Sharron's lore

[two-idiots-one-thought]

[sorchasolas]

I made Lezian, Raboniel and Leshwi,,,, :)))

[gloobottle]

"one day, this world will return to flour..."

[thetaurusgeminisystem]

Law as Doctor Strange

Ok so I've seen some really cool crossover fan art of Law and Luffy both dressed as Spider-sona characters from across the spider verse, but it actually gave me an idea.

Law is favorite character from One Piece and Doctor Stephen Strange is one of my favorite characters from Marvel. Objectively the two characters actually have some things in common and if they were to meet, they might actually get along (in my opinion)

Some of the things they have in common are:

Being tired of cleaning everyone's mess

Being surgeon's (or Doctors) with extensive medical knowledge

Law's Shambles move can be similar to the Sling Ring if you think hard enough about it

Both Law and Strange have lost a lot in their past and it has kind of shaped them into who they are now.

Both have had arrogant streaks (If I remember, Law was a little arrogant on Sabaody)

But besides the things they have in common, I just really love AUs and I really love both characters so I decided to take a little inspiration from both amazing creators who created the Law Spider Sona's I've seen and make my own Marvel x One Piece mashup. I have a list of other One Piece x Marvel characters I thought about doing and maybe making this a series, but for now I give you Trafalgar Law, Sorcerer Supreme.

[hashtag-potato451]

Our favorite hedgehog for these trying times?

Colour palette off of this! Found it ages ago ↓

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Feel free to give me ideas for who to do for these. I'll do them all eventually

[scattered-lil-shadow]

The final reaccuring NPC from the campaign (Universal Roulette) I'm running: The earth genasi bard Luxury, also known as Lux.

[pampushky]

Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - chapter 8 - 3.3k

You continue to adjust to life with the Straw Hats. Zoro becomes an unlikely friend when Loguetown proves to be a bit much for you. You and Sanji go shopping.

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Notes on Selkenfolk, from the Journal of Dr. Crocus of the Roger's Pirates When first asking about the patterns of the selkie's skin, Pell and Coth were rather open about it, along with talking about their own pup, Feann. Selkenfolk offspring are born pure white, just like seal pups, along with being born in their true forms-- which resemble the merfolk of Fishman Island. Selkenfolk pregnancies are longer than human and merfolk--- likely to develop the pelt of the pup, lasting around eleven months. As the pup matures, usually around age two to three, they are able to turn to their humanoid form for the first time, and their pelt is thus created from this. Many patterns can be traced to regional and ethnic varieties, but when two different types of selkenfolk mate, and then produce offspring, they merge to create a new pattern. Noticably, Coth has a separate appearance from Pell, with the white parts of her pelt making it look as though she has virtiligo around the front of her neck and around her mouth, which trails down to the front of her torso. Pell, rather, just has a slightly lighter coloring around his underarms and inner thighs.

Luffy is about ready to throw himself from the ship and make you fetch him from the waters with how bored he is. There’s only so much he can do between watching Zoro train, having Usopp shoot at things, and then watching yourself and Nami plot your course. Sanji would often rush him out of the kitchen, as well, often before Luffy could sneak any snacks. 

So, here he was, laying on the ram figurehead as Sanji fished, with you editing the records of the ship, occasionally scratching things out and writing something down a few lines below, little notes marking the page. You had offered to teach him how to do a few of these things, and Luffy had flat-out denied it, declaring it to be overly boring, and much too academic for him.

“Can you even write your own name?” You shut the book, looking at your captain. “Genuinely asking, are you literate?"

“Yes, I’m literate,” Luffy stuck his tongue out, folding his arms grumpily. “I know how to read, it’s just dumb and stupid and I don’t like it. ”

You only let out a low rumble, leaning your head back against the railing, letting the noise travel further, getting a bit louder. Luffy looked at you in curiosity, whining when you stopped.

“What was that?”

“Just a noise,” you opened the book again, cross-referencing what grain stores had gone down in your journey so far. You would need to stock up again soon, especially on rice. “Seals make them back to me, sometimes.”

“Can I do it?”

“Maybe,” you muttered, biting your lip, not really paying attention. The ammunition was lower than you liked. Perhaps you’d get Usopp to stock up, at the next port. “I’m unfamiliar with human vocal structure, but ours is a bit more robust—”

The sound of something inflating drew both your and Sanji’s attention. Luffy had blown up his throat, before letting out the loudest rumble you had ever heard, making you clamp your hands over your ears until he stopped. It reminded you of stories told by your mothers, to get you to behave. Of whale fishmen, who would come on land and feast on naughty selkie pups, rumbling and making the water shake as they came on land. Orcas had been your natural enemies, followed closely by sperm whales. 

“Okay.,” You were still shaking a bit, trying to ignore the way your instincts were practically wailing to flee from your captain. “You sounded like a whale, and if you don’t want me to toss you into the sea, please don’t do that again. Be… smaller. Gentler.”

You set the book down fully, looking at the curious captain, calming your nerves.

“Not that,” you mimed how he had inflated his throat, before letting out your own rumble, Luffy leaning in to listen. Sanji had even set his fishing pole down, watching. Your rumble sounds much healthier, these days. More practiced, refined, even, as you lean your head back, puffing up your chest a bit as you reach a higher note, the gentle warble making Luffy gasp. “That was… hm, it’s hard to explain what they mean.”

“It’s a language?” Sanji watches you, storm-cloud eyes alight with curiosity.

“Oh yes! Underwater, it’s easier to understand- it flows better, I guess.” You scratch the back of your neck, a bit embarrassed. “It’s, uh, well it’s really tonal, on land, and we tend to use clicks as well,” your fidgeting with your hands now, looking away from both of the boys. 

“That’s… so… cool!” Luffy jumps into you, arms wrapped around your waist as you let out a surprised warble that turns into an involuntary thrill of happiness, which Luffy, however, garbled, manages to somewhat mimic, rolling off you and standing atop the figurehead, trilling as you laugh.

You trill again, in shock, and he repeats it back to you. You are saying joy, happy, together, and he manages to repeat joy, though with an odd accent, but the last two form a word that sends shivers down your spine. Luffy repeats his trill, singing joy, pod, joy, pod for all of the world to hear. You freeze up, as he continues to speak to you, not knowing what he’s saying. It’s— it’s a bit cute, to hear him call you and Sanji his pod, even if he doesn’t know. And it makes your heart ache, especially because this is someone who was willing to risk his life for you, and the only other person you’d consider a member of your pod, Nami, right now.

“Is something wrong?” Sanji looks at you and notices how you watch your captain so stiffly, despite the smile on your face.

“It’s�� he’s just saying something else.” You laugh, relaxing. “My trill roughly meant joy, happy, together. It’s a ranking, the last spoken usually is the most powerful, or meaningful.” You sigh, a sad smile on your face as you ruffle your hair to get you out of this mood. “Luffy is saying joy, pod. It’s… well, it’s a way of declaring a family."

“We are family!” Luffy says stubbornly, and you hold up your hands as if you're shielding yourself.

“Respectfully, not yet,” you get up, and take your book with you, shrinking in on yourself a bit, shying away from the concerned look Sanji follows you with. All of that laughter and joy you had been expressing just minutes ago has faded. “You are my crew, but you are not my pod, not yet, I'm sorry," you murmur something to them about arriving in port soon, and needing to do a few last checks, before you've disappeared into the women's quarters.

Luffy and Sanji watch you retreat, with the captain scratching his head, and the cook casting his line again, not liking how you had so easily retreated from them, and almost seemed afraid of whatever reaction was to come. And the apology? 

He sighed. You reminded him too much of himself, especially in his childhood. Hesitant to ask for help, scared to be too loud, for fear of his father and brother's wrath. Would his mother have liked you? He pushed the thought from his head— his mother was of no consequence to your trauma, and how he was to help you heal from it. You had faced hell for two years and had lost your entire family to boot, and that had all been dropped on you in the past week and a half. You needed time, if anything. And affirmations that you belonged where you were now, and could do what you pleased. 

You're already gaining a bit of weight back, from your training with Zoro, and Sanji helps you portion your meals so you don't eat to the point of making yourself sick, even when you're convinced you're going to starve, a hunger in your stomach you cannot get rid of, no matter what you eat. He lets Nami help you, in those moments, letting the two of you sit alone in your room.

But Sora would have liked you, his mind rebelliously chimed. Would have liked your stubbornness and your dedication to your duties and Nami. She would have laughed at your snark and banter, and the tight schedule you run on the ship. An idea fizzles into his head, reminding him of something Zeff had done when he had officially adopted Sanji, and bought the Baratie. Just him and Zeff, legs hoisted up on the barrel, making a promise that one of them would find the All Blue, and Zeff then promising to take care of Sanji, for as long as he needed. He buries the idea down when he sees a city on the horizon, watching as Nami starts to make calls for the sails to be brought in.

The arrival in Lougetown goes smoother than expected, especially with your gentle guidance of the waves, standing at the back of the boat. Soon enough, you’ve convinced Luffy to pull down their flag, convincing him to hide it as you make it into the main port and check in the ship by another name, Merry-Go-Round. After some bribing and a slight slip of cleavage on your part, the wharfmaster lets you go without much trouble, especially when you slip him a ten-thousand-berry note to hide that you don’t have the proper documentation

Luffy pulls at the collared shirt you’ve made him wear, rubbing at the concealer Nami used to hide his scar, moaning about how a true pirate would never hide his identity, quickly silenced by Nami tugging on his ear harshly, hissing that a real pirate wouldn’t get caught then, either, just as Luffy’s wanted poster flutters by in the wind. You move to the side a bit, pulling your shirt back up to fully cover your chest again, Sanji holds his face a bit, bright pink up to his ears as he looks away, muttering about how a woman should never have to use her body to do what she wants, while also trying to affirm that a woman can do whatever she may want with her body. You walk a few paces ahead of the group, and Zoro only gaps at you, noticing that you’ve changed your outfit, replacing your pants with a pleated, black skirt.

“Where’d you learn that?” Zoro hisses, as you walk by, winking at the old man as you pass by the wharfmaster's station, before hurrying the group along. “Wha— and since when did we have money?"

“Since I took half of the treasure from Arlong,” you whisper back, taking in the buildings around you. You can’t help it, this is the first island you’ve been to other than the park, and your home island. It’s much more urban and warm than yours was— it snowed for half the year back home— and you’re filled with wonder at just how different it is. You all stop at a large and prominent fountain, and you can already hear the bustle of the main square just a few streets down. The new smells and sounds, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit overwhelmed.

Zoro sighs heavily and lays a hand on your shoulder when he notices how you fidget, “Focus on one thing— that’s what helped me when I first left my dojo,” he was quiet, gently squeezing your shoulder as if to ground you. “Just one sense. That’s all.”

You nod, focusing on what you can feel around you. Under you. The cobbles are the first thing. They’re uneven and hurt your ankles a bit as you walk on them. And then there’s the sea breeze, coming in from the port. It’s familiar, and warm, and reminds you of where you are, and how water surrounds you at every step.

Opening your eyes, you find Zoro looking down at you. Though he tries to stay neutral, there’s concern etched on his features. 

“Better?”

“Much.” You run your hands through your hair, letting out a deep sigh. He only squeezes your shoulder a bit harder, as if to affirm he’s still there. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” He watches as the rest of the crew catches up. “Talking… is hard. But we could be… friends. If you'd like.” He grunts out, blushing a bit when you laugh softly. 

“I’d like that,” you hold out your pinky, and he stares at it, confused. 

“What’s that for?”

“It’s a pinky promise.”

“What— okay, but what do I do with this?”

“You— you’re impossible, Zoro .” You make him stick his pinky out, then wrap it around your own, shaking it. “There. Now we’re friends.”

“That’s dumb,” he can’t help but grin, shaking his head, “So, friends can give each other money…”

“Not happening,” you flick his nose, “It’s the crew’s.”

“Wish I’d known that before I borrowed off of Nami,” Zoro growls, folding his arms, “...not even a little?”

“It’s for the crew, I have to go buy more supplies for general upkeep anyway,” you flick the swordsmen in the nose, before approaching Sanji with an envelope, which he opens with a low whistle, looking at the notes. “Speaking of which— here. Weekly allowance for produce and fresh meats. We’ll look at dried goods together since that's partially in my department." You also hand an envelope to Usopp, who gasps at the amount of money in his hands, already calculating what he can get for the ammunition stockpiles, and for his own experiments.

“So the waiter gets money and I don’t?” Zoro complains, which makes Sanji bite down on his cigarette, the two are about to start bickering when Luffy pushes his way between them, making a beeline for you when he sees the envelope of money in your hands.

“I’d like some money!” Luffy chimes in, holding out his hands expectantly to you, looking up with big eyes. "I want a statue."

“Uh, no. We’re only coasting on what we have now because Arlong had so much in his hoard.” You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Okay— that sleaze ball will let us dock the ship there for two days. We will leave tomorrow morning,” you glance at the large clock tower above you, frowning at how early it is, knowing some of the shops you need won't be open yet. “Meet in the main square at five. Get what you need done,” you sigh, and most of the crew bolt away, with Sanji left waiting, snubbing out his cigarette on the bottom of his shoe.

“Should we go look at dry ingredients now, then?” Sanji bows his head, offering his arm to you, which you politely decline, walking ahead of him. 

“May as well,” You look behind you, tilting your head as he matches your pace, walking by your side and listening as you speak. “I’ll need to find a hardware store so I can make some supply orders.” 

The two of you ease into a casual conversation, at a relaxed pace. The grains are easy enough to find, with Sanji spending an unusual amount of time bartering over the quality of rice, oats, and flour he’s decided to buy. You don’t mind, instead watching the cook try his best to butter up the old woman behind the stall, who looks unimpressed with his antics, an antique carved pipe hanging from her mouth. 

“ Madam, I simply would just like to examine it in closer detail, to be assured that I am getting the finest quality—”

“It’s in front of ya, ain’t it?” The woman leans closer, tanned face and dark eyes staring into his soul, chomping down on her pipe in emphasis. “Not to touch unless yer’ buyin’.”

Sanji leans back, clearly a bit frustrated, looking at you in his desperation. So, you step in, laying a gentle hand on his arm, looking pleadingly at the woman, while also trying to telepathically tell Sanji to stop freezing up at your touch, if the act is to look convincing.

“Apologies, for my beloved’s behavior,” you smile sweetly, making sure you present yourself as soft as possible. Your hair is pushed to cover the scars on your cheek, and you bat your eyes, leaning into Sanji’s arm, finally getting him to loosen up. “He’s just a perfectionist, just wants our pups to grow big and strong, don’t you, my love?”

Sanji blushes a bit but plays it off by looking the other way, sighing heavily and ruffling his hair. “But if I can’t examine the grains —”

“I’m sure she’ll let you look if you’re quick,” you purr, running a hand down his back as if to smooth him, Sanji shivers at your touch, finally looking down at your pout with a sigh, and you turn your head to the old woman behind the counter with a dazzling smile, hiding your canines and premolars. No need to scare the human, especially when you're supposed to be some little housewife. “Right?”

Begrudgingly, and ensnared by your charm, she allows it, and you practically gush over her, thanking her and shaking her hand with such enthusiasm that Sanji has to pull you away, cooing at you to let him do the rest, not before pecking your forehead with a sly grin. He manages to strike a deal, and you offer to pay a bit extra to have the supplies delivered to your boat, which Sanji objects to, and then offers to pay out of his own pocket for, saying;

“It’s for our pups, isn’t it, darling? After you did all the work for nine months, let me do something.” And he holds a hand to your belly, rubbing it. Despite yourself, you blush, sighing and letting him pay, thanking the old woman once again before you walk off, taking Sanji’s hand to keep the act going.

“Good thinking,” Sanji grins at you with a slight blush, when you're out of her view, and you can’t help but blush, looking anywhere but his face as you continue to walk through the market, letting him pull you to the next stall, this one selling spices. 

“Yes, exactly as planned,” you hate the way your heart hammers in your chest when he uses pet names with you, and how you do feel a bit annoyed when he flirts with some younger, handsome, and pretty merchants, letting you pout as he has an arm around your shoulder, explaining the spices to you. But it’s not as if it’s real. You only just know Sanji, and though he helped to free you, you owe him nothing. You remind yourself that, even when he looks at you with a bright smile and tucks some beautiful white flowers,  astilbes, behind your ears, something a shopkeeper had given him for free as part of his flirtations, looking at you in pity as you walk away, still fake pouting at your 'partner'.

Carefully, he adjusts the branches, just enough so that your scars peek through your hair, smiling down at you when you come up to delicately touch the tiny flowers, looking at them as best you can through your eyelashes. Sanji admires how they sit in your hair, almost looking like a laurel crown, beautifully contrasting your features, long fingers helping to adjust them so they sit just right, softly tilting your face to the side to get a better view.

“Oh— it’ll reveal my scars—” you fret, worried about being recognized, only to have Sanji gently take one of your hands as he continues to adjust the flowers with his other, squeezing your hand as you wind your way through the stalls of the market, now in search of coffee beans and black tea leaves when he's satisfied with how the flowers sit in your hair. 

“It won’t. And besides, they’re nothing to be ashamed of,” He holds your hand, looking back at you with a warm smile, and you can’t help but admire how handsome he is. “You’re free. And you’re a part of this crew.”

Hesitantly, you nod, smiling up at him nervously as the two of you make your way through the market. This act continues until the dry goods are bought, with the cook even accompanying you to the hardware store, opening the door for you like a proper gentleman, and then smiling before taking his leave, off to buy fresh produce. You almost wish it wasn't an act.

[wisterias-in-bloom]

Lynn shook his head quickly as if doing so would tale away the screech of the voice. "Iam whatever you make me" He rolled his eyes raising his hands and took another step forward.

"Would you care to share why you are following me?" he asked, he tried to sound as nice as possible to calm down the 'wandering soul'

Mirrored inky voids gazed upon Lynn from a distance just past the shrouded treeline with the hesitation of a hurt animal. They were narrow, judging, and full of mistrust, one all too familiar to the changeling. And yet, despite the clear hostility, there was another emotion that swirled in those dark, empty voids: Hope.

Anka couldn't believe her eyes, gazing upon another changeling, let alone one that looked so much like herself; pale as paper, eyes like endless pools of black, blackened markings that crawled up the length of their arm(s). She couldn't help but wonder if she had stumbled upon someone like herself, someone who had gone through the same pains as she had. Someone who she could find comfort in as she tried to navigate the world that she had become alien to. Though this hope she held directly clashed with the fear that gripped her as well.

What if they were working for Him. She refused to go back, to be dragged back to that Hell she had fled from.

And so, it was these conflicting feelings that caused her to trail Lynn from a distance, watching him; following him from just beyond the shadows that she had grown so accustomed to.

Lynn felt the something following him, he'd occasionally look around trying to see if someone was tailing him but, as he clutched tightly to his necklaces he didn't find anything.

That morning Lynn seemed different.. more cautious than usual.. afraid.

"If anyone's following me, come out clean and I won't hurt" He raised his voice just enough that if someone was looking at him from a distance, they would be able to hear him.

[zelda-cooper]

I love my killer baby and everyone knows, but I managed to save her humanized design again. And yes, she is black... Reasons? I like her like that and, honestly, leaving her as white is kind of continuing certain beauty standards, making a black woman who can still be beautiful is much more interesting and breaks certain paradigms. And, detail, this is not an attack on any artists, I may have unintentionally sounded arrogant and I'm sorry if I did, but I feel that there is a lack of OCs with virtiligo, more "chubby" characters, who don't exactly fit the standard of beauty and it is good too. But that's it... Here's the drawing, it's not perfect, but I'm proud of it.

[ovaabibia-s-fanfics]

So, I made new clone OCs, so this is a summary of my boys:

Iris [CC-9912]

Position: clone commander

Battalion: 721st

Mutations: internal heterochromia on both eyes (rainbow eyes, can be more sensitive to sunlight)

Notable scars, health problems or cybernetics: none

Other notable features (like tattoos): none

Personality: nice, responsible, a bit shy

Notable fears: needles (was tested on due to his mutation)

Jade [CC-2356]

Position: captain

Battalion: 721st

Mutations: none

Notable scars, health problems or cybernetics: scar on his left cheek

Other notable features: long hair (to shoulderblades), Gem tattoo under right eye

Personality: stubnorn, protective, responsible, talks openly what he thinks

Notable fears: betray (generaly has trust issues, reasons are unknown)

Guard [CT-05-8876]

Position: regular clone trooper

Battalion: 721st

Mutations: none

Notable scars, health problems or cybernetics: cybernetic right eye, cybernetic fingers (two on right hand) burn scars and debris cut scars (over right side of his body) damaged hearing in right ear, phantom pains, anemia, low blood pressure

Other notable features: none

Personality: nice, calm, wise, gentle, protective

Notable fears: explosions (was caught in one due to trying to save a Shiny), fire [possibly has PTSD]

Sharpwing [CP-14-7467]

Position: clone pilot

Battalion: 721st

Mutations: none

Notable scars, health problems or cybernetics: burn scars and debris cut scars (left arm, left leg, left side of torso), cut scar on left side of his face, phantom pains

Other notable features: wing tattoo covering part of the scar on his face, tattoos over the parts of his left side of body that aren't scarred

Personality: bold, sorta loud, friendly, extrovert, sorta a troublemaker

Notable fears: none

Herbs [CM-23-7521]

Position: clone medic (headmedic)

Battalion: 721st

Mutations: virtiligo (low pigment patches of skin and white strands of hair) [front strands of hair, eyebrows, arms, torso]

Notable scars, health problems or cybernetics: virtiligo patches are pretty sensitive to sunlight

Other notable features: dyies more strands of hair white, so it's 50/50 black/white (but not in zones)

Personality: shy, kind, caring, a bit naive

Notable fears: [has anxiety]

Scalpel [CM-33-5933]

Position: clone medic

Battalion: 721st

Mutations: none

Notable scars, health problems or cybernetics: none

Other notable features: none (all by the regulations, even his armor is almost defaultly coloured)

Personality: closed off, a bit cold, short-tempered, caring

Notable fears: change, loosing prople he likes

So, if you'll want to know backstories and how they got their names, pls ask for that. I'll be happy to post them.

[the-one-true-nobody]

Sithre Fire-Eye, High Elf Sorcerer

This is the character I'll be playing Baldur's Gate III with my first time through. She's actually a remixed take on a human sorcerer character that I created for my party in Icewind Dale (in which I went a little insane, and not only spent hours making a full party of six women but also wrote intricate personal backstories for all of them as well as a backstory for how they partied up, so I'm a little bit attached to those characters, to say the least!).

The original Sithre was human, but here I decided to make her an elf, since my choice of "human" in Icewind Dale's case was more because the portrait image file I chose for her had distinctly non-pointy, human-shaped ears.

In terms of build, she's a Storm Sorcerer, as I figure that ability to fly after casting a spell and avoid Attacks of Opportunity will make for an interesting compliment to her swordplay focus. Her starting spells and cantrips include some stuff designed to compliment her melee focus. Her background is "Sage," more because she has a tendency to avoid unfamiliar social situations and, thus, spends quite a bit of time indoors with a book to pass the time with.

But she's skilled in socializing nonetheless, because even a mostly-nocturnal reclusive bookworm will eventually pick up some social skills if they happen to be a two-hundred-year-old immortal elf who grew up in a human city.

Now. I've spent long enough creating my character. It is time to actually play the game. But for those who want it, here's the appearance settings: Body Type: 1 Race: Elf Subrace: High Elf Face: Head 3 Skin Color: Pallid Tone 1 Maturity/Freckle Quantity/Intensity/Virtiligo: 0% Heterochhromia: Enabled Right Eye Color: Demonic Red 1 Left Eye Color: Elf Autumn Tattoo Style: Migration Tattoo Color: White 10 (Intensity 78) Eye Makeup Style: Makeup 11 Eye Makeup Color: Red 6 (Intensity 90/Metallic Tint 0/Glossy Tint 0) Lip Tint: Black 3 (Intensity 87/Metallic Tint 0/Glossy Tint 0) Scarring: No Scar Hairstyle: Bardic Inspiration Hair Color: Black Brown Highlights: Black (Intensity 100) Greying: Black (Intensity 0) (You get it, because ageless elf?) Piercings: Barovia Fangs

[lmanberg]

Just wish people in general would stop using virtiligo as a way to show human versions of animals with patches. Bothers me to no end tbh. But whatever it’s such a common thing at this point.

I’m not sure if I have an opinion on it, I’d have to hear what people with vitiligo have to say

[ofgain]

coming from here ^v^, i have virtiligo in one leg, idk why but from just one leg i have White marks all over It also i'm dislexic, i've been working on It, but still have some mistakes.

That's rather interesting! As for having dyslexia akjegna that's okay. I have a speech impediment which makes it hard to talk or pronounce things since I stutter or slur my words a lot.

[yiaco-medical-center]

The dermatology clinic is well equipped with modern and computerized facilities for warts and tag removal, chemical peeling, patch testing, phototherapy for psoriasis and virtiligo. Expert Care is provided for all cases of contact dermatitis, psoriasis, skin allergies and other white patches, all grades of pimples, drug reactions, blistering diseases, hair and nail disorders and sexually transmitted diseases.

[rawrlands]

I imagine most the outcodes with both human and unhuman qualities, Ink has tiny pointy ears, fangs, and added skeleton appendages like a spin to the tail bone & around his hands/arms I've also drawn him with an open heart near his chest to represent his lack of soul. Besides that I think he would be blasian with Virtiligo taking over a lot of their body and have brownish hair with loops

/newish doodle + old art

Community question: Ho do you guys think human Ink would look like?? Would love to hear y'all on this!