#bone powder

[agrobangla]

হাড়ের গুড়ো | Bone Powder

[familiar-anonymous]

✨boom boom!✨

[so-very-small]

the giant, looking for the tiny: Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.

the tiny, popping out of their hiding spot: sorry, did you say bread?

the giant: ….yes?

tiny: how does that work? I can’t imagine powdered bone would be an apt flour substitute, you’re going to get absolutely no gluten structure in your dough if you solely use bone. maybe using yeast or a sourdough starter will help, but without kneading flour in to make gluten, your bread will have no structure. not to mention how gritty it would be, the texture would be entirely off

giant: uh

tiny: and how would this affect your leveling? did you do the math? is this a yeast based dough? bones are porus, are you adjusting your hydration percentages so it counterbalances the inherent lack of moisture?

giant: dude.

tiny: and besides, I’m, what, the size of your pinky? how much bread would I realistically make? I’d only make up a cracker at best. a gritty, nastyass cracker.

giant: FINE. YOU WIN. PLEASE LEAVE MY HOME.

[turniptitaness]

Wylan constantly wondering why he likes this bitch.

[fearcutsdeeper]

Doctor characters who aren't especially nurturing, my BELOVED.

[mattiebluebird]

I'll honestly never get over the fact that TMI spent 6+ books building up the central theme that your parents/origins don't define you, that having demon blood doesn't make one inherently evil & all creatures are worthy of dignity & respect regardless of their strange appearances/mannerisms, just to completely undermine all of that by making one of the main antagonists evil because he has demon blood -_-

[picklemanhasurges]

i hate this stupid fish and the foul dirty man who drinks dirty water that she drags around

anyway i hope they r both executed in the town square

[thesoftestmess]

this might not be canon, but personally i need furina to struggle a whole lot longer and harder with post-prophecy depression and mental illness. She's played the same tiring and painful act for five centuries, was constantly in a life or death scenario and had to hide her true self from the world the entire time and she won't just recover in a few years from that.

There's parts of her that will never ever be compatible with a simple human lifestyle, and parts of her that are irreparably broken. She isn't sure of her personality after everything that happened and the lie she had to live. She slips between personas and her archon temperament comes through like a defensive mechanism at any sign of conflict or trouble.

She's plagued by nightmares. Of the flood, of the trial, of the people closest to her conspiring against her behind her back, and of being found out in a million terrible ways. Of saying the wrong thing, making a wrong decision. Of being found out, of being found out, of being found out.

Lying or keeping a secret feels existential still. Being honest still feels life threatening sometimes. Putting herself first feels like putting both hands on a hot stove.

She doesn't live in the palais anymore, doesn't have to sit through trials anymore, but her heart and soul are still there. In her dreams she's still at the place she spent her entire life's memories at.

Yes, she can make new memories, but it'll take time. More time than she has, maybe, now that she's the closest to being human she'll ever be.

She'll never be human in the way the people around her are.

What sort of human has 500 years worth of memories after all? What human tells personal anecdotes and mixes up their centuries?

What sort of human can feel the absence of their divinity like it's a physical thing? A voice that will never speak to her again, or keep her alive? What human has no family, no childhood?

What human remembers so little, but still remembers death somewhere deep within?

She jerks out of sleep from it sometimes, gasping for air, and spends the rest of the night awake, almost frozen by fear. The flood is over, but it's hard to convince her racing heart that the danger is too.

Humans have entire family trees that go generations back, but Furina was put into this world a solitary creature, her blood heavy with sin ever since she turned human.

She owns a hydro vision now and doesn't know how to yield it, but the ocean still calls out to her some days. Sea creatures flock to her like they can smell she's not human enough.

She learns how to make little hydro companions for herself, so the darkness and emptiness of her apartment feels less ominous when she lies awake at night.

She can't turn her vision into a weapon quite yet, but when it rains the droplets seem to cling to her. She's watched them roll upwards along her arm, watched them gather in her palm like kin. She wonders if sea creatures flock to neuvillette in a similar way, or if his immense power makes them recoil. She wonders if elemental dragons can feel regret. Wonders if he, too, ever feels entirely foreign in that human body he was given. If he, too, lies awake trying to grasp faint memories of a past life.

She's extremely human in the way she's plagued by body pains from not being able to relax just one day in five centuries. The years catch up with her once she gets out of survival mode, and fatigue is a constant companion now. Sleep comes difficultly and getting out of bed was easier when the fate of a whole nation depended on it. On her. She's never lived for just herself before and some days she's not sure she wants to.

She did her duty and earned her retirement and the story turned out well, all things considered. She still has people by her side, some of them.

Still, she feels raw and tired and overwhelmed by the life lying ahead of her. As a human and as someone who will always be Something Else.

[mynameisjag]

More stress, more stress drabbles.

Follows right after the last one.

Hope, everyone is doing alright.

Later in the day would find Storm and her friend in the kitchen, much more rested and idly chatting to each other.

Logan had a sling across his chest, tiny little hands peeked out, grabbing at his shirt as the man himself hummed a low tune as he fixed a bottle. Scooping some calcium powder into the milk and ignoring the stares he was getting from the group staring at him from across the room.

Storm herself was sipping some lovely tea and getting amusement at her friends watching in disbelief as the Wolverine prepared a bottle like it was an old routine to him.

Finally having enough of just standing around and getting no answers, Rogue casually strolled over and leaned on the counter next to him, looked over at the open tote bag sitting on the counter, diapers, clothes, wipes, a few more bottles peaked out, she hummed before turning her full attention to the man, “Whatcha got there?”

“Calcium powder.”

“Lo, darlin’, you know that is not what I meant.”

He huffed, eyes rolling as he started to feed the bottle to his tiny passenger, “This is Laura, my kit…my baby.”

Silence.

He turned to glare at the group that had formed in the kitchen, eyebrow raised, “What?”

Scott took a step forward, “Where did she come from?”

“From me.”

“Where’s the other parent?”

“Just me, she’s 100% mine.”

“…did you suddenly gain the ability of mitosis?”

“…what?”

“It’s a real concern, look at our life and tell me it’s not.”

“No, Scott, I do not have the power of mitosis…that I am aware of,” Logan glanced down at the baby in his arms, her little face scrunched up as she ate, tiny angry rumble coming from her like a kitten as though she was mad that she couldn’t drink it all in one go, “easy, sweetheart, it’s all yours.”

He looked back at the group, “If you don’t mind, I’ve got things to do,” with that he grabbed his tote and marched off, getting a little farewell wave from Storm on his way out.

Everyone watched the door shut behind him, giving it a few seconds before unleashing chaos in a rapid fever of questions.

“Okay, so did he disappear to have her like a cat-“

“Whose the other parent?! Fess up!”

“We've all seen his bare ass enough times to know he himself physically didn’t have her-

“Unless-“ “No.”

Storm just hummed into her tea, satisfied with the knowledge she had been the first and so far the only one of the X-men to hold their newest member. The others could bicker and theorize all they wanted to about her origins, what mattered most was that the littlest Wolverine was home now.

Also that she had bragging rights, that was important too and that brought a smile to her face.

Her smile grew as she took in the conversation go on around her.

“If you would let me explain the theoretical concepts on how he could have had her on his own-“

“Hank, no, your fanfiction tabs are not “theoretical concept research”.”

“Well, your wife is the one who introduced me to the art, lets ask her.”

“…Scott…”

“Jean, no.”

[aurieeeeeenyx]

so i need a whole series just following the timeline from ep 7 where everyone was happy

[familiar-anonymous]

Jesper is happy to be Wylan's sugarbaby✨

[fauvester]

still losing my nut in the lost tomb akatsuki vers.. they’re even already paired up… itachi and kisame have the most typical necro cav relationship but with added morbid courtly love.. the weird suna/obito threeway…. and the zombie combo where kakuzu is also a necromancer, but the only thing he does is regenerate his body to stay alive for 200+ years only to continue to be kicked around by life and ending up as a cavalier to the prodigy orphan priest of the dying 9th house, who’s brilliant and stupid and violent and physically strong enough to be a cav in his own right.. and INCREDIBLY annoying

[turniptitaness]

Jesper being absolutely charmed by this little nerd.

[spiritually-damaged-heavy]

Hey! Big Guy! Yea! I'm talking to you!

* YLW Scout point his bat at him*

I challenge you to a fistfight!

*he looks to the side, making sure thay @n-owhere-to-run is watching*

Yea! It will be superrr impressiveeee! And cool to watch!

Please watch it Please watch it please-

Ready big guy?! I promise to do it quickly

@yellow-scout-tf2

[Bro wants to impress a girl. Uh- he is gonna die isn't he?-]

Where did little man even come from? I never interacted with the YLW team much..

You're just digging your own grave, little one. It's cease fire but if you insist

[tiny-feisty-gay]

hey the way jinx immediately stopped fighting vi to check on isha made me ill bc what do you mean that one small action shows so much character growth

[bonefall]

Bro ur brain is so BIG and u are one of my biggest inspirations tbh. On another note. Talk to me about kitty cat recipes because the way u described Roasted Grandpaw mande me hungry tbh

My secret is that I am always hungry. My entire life is just a very elaborate Rube Goldberg machine set up to land delicious food into my mouth. I am good at describing food prose because I just think about delicious things and how they smell and sizzle and mnhhhg