#i ate the entire jar when i got home

[savage-rhi]

THIS CRACK IS DANFEROUS

[byunpum]

Can I ask for a side story of dad!Tsu-tey, like he and Neytiri and Jake have to do important adult stuff with the new clan they are in leaving the kids do their own thing

And the Omiatkaya kids are with reader who is making lunch with the spice they have with them to cook and Tistreya, Amoung, and Rotxo, try forest people food and it turns out that it's quite spicy as it's a delicacy

Pair: Tsu'tey x Y/n daughter x sully family x Metkayina kids

Warning: None, Domestic moments, ao'nung being drama queen

Note: This would be like an alternate part to tsu'tey's "i can be a better father" series. You can read it HERE.

AVATAR MASTERLIST

Lo'ak had dragged his entire group of friends, including his brothers. Ao'nung, rotxo and tsireya were trailing behind the group of boys. They were proudly talking about their half-sister's culinary skills. "I know you're going to love it, Y/N is the best at making stew" lo'ak was excited. You had told him the day before, that you had collected everything to make his favorite dish. The metkayina kids were also excited, according to what their friends had told him this food was different from the ones they ate, which was something very tasty. 'Majestic;' as tuk said, as she jumped up and down with joy as they got closer to your marui.

The way to your marui was a bit further, as it was inside the jungle of one of the islands of the metkayina clan. So practically everyone was running. You were left alone, as your father had to go on a trip with Jake. So you were left alone with spider, and you had invited your siblings to have dinner at your home today. In the distance you can hear the voices of the group of friends. "We're here!!!" says neteyam, pushing lo'ak out of the way and entering the marui before anyone else. You laugh, watching as they were arguing over who was going to eat first. Meanwhile you were wiggling, and putting the last ingredients in. "Hey…calm down…there's food for everyone" you scold him, seeing how behind them you recognized three familiar faces. You say hello too, they looked a little shy. But you calm them down, telling them that they were practically family, that they were more than welcome.

All the boys sat down, waiting for the food to be ready. As they all talked and joked. They could smell it, the rich smell coming out of the pot. After a while, the food was ready. You bring out the plates, nice plates that you had brought from your old home. Handmade jars made by your father, perfect for when you made your stew. You hand everyone their respective plate, the metkayina boys were surprised to see the color and the rich smell coming out of this food. Tsireya watched as her friends were already beginning to eat. "Y/N this is delicious…thank you" says kiri, as she continued to eat.

"You're welcome…mmm I hope you like it. I want you to be honest with me, and tell me what you thought?" you speak, watching as ao'nung began to eat. Followed by roxto and tsireya. After the first bite, ao'nung started coughing but calmed down. Trying to calm down, as he watched your eyes widen in concern. "Everything okay?" you ask him. "Yes, yes…it's very …. yummy," ao'nung says coughing. Meanwhile tsireya, was eating quietly as was rotxo.

Rotxo was next to you, eating all the stew on his plate. This was not the first time he had eaten some of your food, but it was the first time he had eaten this dish. "Y/n this is delicious" says Rotxo, wagging his tail from side to side in happiness. You laugh a little, and shift your gaze. It looked so pretty.

"Y/N one question…what's that stuff at the end, it's like it stings, but it's delicious?" asks tsireya, the girl was excited about the food, it was something so new to her. She had never eaten anything like it. It was a very spicy dish.

"That's spicy…it's something special that Y/N puts in it," said neteyam. Meanwhile, ao'nung was still eating, but the more he ate the more red he was getting. But still, everyone ate every last drop of the stew. You start picking up the containers, everyone looked normal except for ao'nung who looked a little sick. He looked a little uncomfortable, and his face was red. You reach over, and touch his shoulder.

"Ao'nung are you okay?" you ask, watching as your friend fake a smile, but you could see his painful facial expressions. "Did something happen with the food?" you ask. "No…it was - delicious, it's just that I" ao'nung puts his hand to his stomach, you could hear the crunching sounds his stomach was making. As it is he twisted in pain. "You're not well…I think the spicy sauce made you sick" kiri says, as other guys came over to see what was wrong with their friend. "No…I'm fine, don't worry" speaks ao'nung, trying to hold back a mouthful of vomit.

"I think we should see mom" tsireya says, moving closer to her brother. Helping him up from the floor. Everyone was worried, because he was getting worse very fast. "Yes…come on, come on" you help tsireya carry ao'nung. The poor boy was trying to keep his balance.

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"I think these tanks will last for about 5 months" tsu'tey says. Jake, neytiri and tsu'tey had set out from the morning on a quick trip to the camp in the hallelujah mountains. They were going to get some supplies, like oxygen for spider and Y/N. And find out if there was any new news. "Yes…I think up to 8 months." Says jake helping tsu'tey carry the oxygen tanks to his marui. When they arrived, they noticed that no one was there, and there was a mess of dirty dishes and cooking utensils. As if someone had walked past them, as if someone had left in a hurry.

Both men put down their oxygen tanks, and look at each other in confusion. Tsu'tey was already getting nervous. Just before either of them could speak, neytiri rushes into the marui. "Tsu'tey come…Y/N is in trouble" says neytiri. Tsu'tey runs out, behind neytiri and jake follows them. What could have happened, you were not a girl who made trouble. The group of friends arrived where he had indicated to neytiri. Tsu'tey saw how Y/N was at the entrance of Ronal's marui, next to her was spider. He was holding his sister's hand, and neteyam was in front of her calming her down. He could see how nervous she was.

The group of friends approached the boys. " Dad!!!" you whimper, running to hug your father. Tsu'tey hugs you back, patting your high back. " Dad…. I swear I didn't do anything!!!" you were a little agitated, neteyam walks over to his uncle. Like the big brother he was, he was going to clear the whole thing up. "Teyam, what happened?" asks Jake. Looking at his children cautiously, lo'ak was at his brother's side. Meanwhile spider, was still holding your hand. "I can explain everything…" speaks lo'ak. But his father makes a grimace for him to keep silent.

"Dad… Y/N prepared something to eat for all of us and we invited the guys. But the food that Y/N made was spicy. and apparently that was very bad for ao'nung. Ronal yelled at us, and made Y/N feel very bad" neteyam tries to explain everything that happened. Meanwhile you were trying to hold back your tears, it was the first time in your life that someone yelled at you the way Ronal did. You had never experienced a bad treatment from an elder. That hurt you, you were a very well-behaved, kind girl. You were obedient, and you hardly ever got into trouble. And now you felt very guilty.

"Dad…he was very bad. He even vomited blood, and it was my fault" you were trying to sound calm, but your crying voice was creeping in. " Sweetheart this is not your problem, you didn't do anything…calm down" tsu'tey tries to reassure you. Jake walks over to you, and strokes your hair. "Y/N I'm going to talk to ronal…you take it easy. Go with your dad to your home and rest" jake speaks, walking away to enter ronal's marui.

Tsu'tey tries to comfort you some more. He then asks neteyam as a favor to take his sister home. All your brothers take you to their marui. While Tsu'tey and Neytiri accompany Jake. No one was going to be yelling at his daughter, while tsu'tey tried to defend you. Jake tried to calm him down, they didn't want to get kicked out of the clan. The boy's stomach was pretty badly hurt, so what had happened had been very serious. But it was not justifiable the bad treatment that Ronal had given you. After discussing for a while, and making all things clear. Everyone went home.

Later in the evening, you were calmer. Your brothers had stayed with you. Then the rest of the family arrived. Tsu'tey prepared something to eat, so that everyone would calm down. Even Neytiri was comforting you, she felt that you did not deserve this bad treatment. And for such a simple thing, it was not your fault that the boy was so weak in the stomach. After dinner, everyone went home. Spider had gone to bed early, while tsu'tey was finishing a basket he would use to hunt fish. Meanwhile you, you wanted to go apologize to ao'nung.

"Hey, where are you going?" asks tsu'tey as he watches you walk out of the marui. "I'm going to walk for a while…I want to clear my head" you speak. Your father just gives you a smile, and keeps working.

You had to apologize to ao'nung. You felt guilty, after all you were the one who made that meal. Poor thing, he must feel terrible. After a while, you arrive at the marui of tsireya and her family. You were afraid that Ronal might see you and yell at you again. But to your good fortune, only tsireya is there. The girl sees you at the entrance, you had your arms crossed.

"Hey!!!" says tsireya in a low voice, approaching you. "Hey…how are you?" she asks you.

"I'm fine…. I came to check on ao'nung. I didn't get a chance to see him" you speak, lowering your head expecting tsireya to be upset with you. But you feel her take your hand, and begin to guide you to where ao'nung is supposed to be. "He's better…tired. But he's going to be fine" the girl says dragging you along with her. You are surprised at how big her marui is, it is very beautiful. You can see ao'nung lying on the ground, on a kind of makeshift bed. He was half awake, moving his face to see what his sister was doing.

"Hello" you speak softly trying not to make him uncomfortable. Ao'nung laughs, and you raise your hand a little. Waving at you foolishly, and making a sign for you to approach him. "Y/N you're here" he speaks, you could tell he was still in pain. You sit next to him, watching tsireya walk away, to do other things. "I want to apologize…I didn't mean for you to get like this" you try to apologize. But you hear a giggle coming from ao'nung. "You're silly!!!" the boy teases you. You give him a pinch on the shoulder, and he yelps in pain but doesn't stop laughing.

"I know it wasn't your fault, I'm just a giant baby….I should be the one apologizing" ao'nung stops talking, and takes your hand. To give it a squeeze and stroke the top of your hand with his thumb. "She shouldn't have yelled at you like that…it was unfair. I apologize sincerely, on behalf of this family and the clan. You are an honorable member, and I know you would never hurt anyone…least of all me, would you?" ao'nung went from a very touching speech, to being flirtatious in seconds. Winking at you, while seeing that you're blushing. " Yah, get off me…. idiot" you whine. Pulling further away from him, sticking out your tongue.

The two of you stay silent for a couple of seconds, until you move over and adjust one of ao'nung's curls. to lift you off the ground. "Well I'm glad you're okay…mmm tomorrow I'll make you a drink perfect for these things" you speak, as you see ao'nung's eyes widen. "Really…it's very good" you joke.

"I'll eat and drink whatever you give me…I don't mind. But only if you prepare it" he winks at you again. You look away, ignoring him. If he was right, he was still the same stupid as always. But even dumber and weaker.

[beneathashadytree]

I love ur imagines especially the One Piece ones!! Would it be alright if you could make a scenario of a g/n reader who's an Ancient Weapon and like they're afraid of getting close to anyone since everyone they get close to dies. They're a part of the Heart Pirates and then suddenly the crew is hunted down relentlessly because of the reader and they decided to leave the crew. While they're about to leave after an argument with Law, Law stops them by kissing them and then they try to reason things out! Hopefully this works! Lubsss uuuu

NEVER A HOME - TRAFALGAR LAW X READER

Warnings : mentions of death and injuries, probably some abandonment issues sprinkled in, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst to fluff (I think)

Word count : 3.4K words (holy shit—)

Additional notes : I… have no words to say—but apparently more than enough to write 😭 I got so carried away while writing this. Honestly, I just absolutely ADORED this request, so I couldn’t help but write this much. Aside from all this, please make sure to check my bio! My requests are actually closed now. I do hope you like this, though! Much love to you💗

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Masterlist

They don’t know when they’d decided to let their guard down. They don’t know how that constant nagging feeling; that creeping thought that ate away at their mind, was reduced to nothing more than a dull ache at the back of their head.

Born so different, and living so isolated—truly, they were destined to lead a cursed life that they couldn’t run away from. The circumstances under which they’d been brought into this world dictated that; after all, an Ancient Weapon instilled terror and carnage in every place it would set foot on. The fact that said Weapon was in the form of a human being was a tragedy scripted by the cruelest deity.

Something so horrifying, someone so overpowered, could only prove as a threat to everyone’s safety. Perhaps it was out of selflessness and a will to protect others from that gruesome fate of being tracked down and hunted for their relationship with them, or perhaps it was out of innate selfishness because they didn’t want their company and happiness pulled out from underneath their feet and leave them wanting—for whatever reason, they swore to never let a single creature in. To never stay for too long, to never speak too often.

But since stumbling upon that unruly group of pirates that seemed to follow the beat of their own drum, they’d found themself settling in. All ties to the wretched history of the world felt as though they were severed the moment they stepped on board, facing their carefree smiles and lively talking. The Heart Pirates, if someone looked too closely, were like a rowdy balm to soothe all the aches that the years of utter loneliness had left in their weary bones.

And, if they dared to admit it, the main contributor to that fact had been none other than their captain. Ever-enigmatic, nearly-always brooding, and startlingly sharp-witted Trafalgar Law. The man whose wicked smile and nimble fingers were famed across the entire Grand Line, and the name that struck a certain chilling fear in pirates and marines alike, had a startling calming effect on them.

They couldn’t exactly put a finger on how or why that was. All they knew was that Law was equal parts scary and endearing, with his bloodstained hands that still held the soft fur of Bepo at night, his cold demeanor that melted away when he directed his words to his crew (and by extension, them), and his own self that carried the past he never spoke of, in his tattoos and his clothes.

A mix of intrigue and genuine fondness had gradually grown inside them towards him, and they soon found that maybe that wasn’t so one-sided. A small, selfish part of them was reveling in the fact that he often sought them out in the midst of the crowded rooms of the Polar Tang, knees knocking and skin brushing. Tingles went down their spine whenever he called them into his office, with reasons that even they could see through as flimsy excuses to have them within close proximity. Even his guarded eyes turned a warmer shade of molten gold that had their heart thrumming in their chest.

With the new-found stability they’d found with Law and his crew, their fear of having everything ripped away from them, that was always very much there, had somehow become just background noise to them. And that was probably their first mistake.

That false comfort came shattering down on them the very second Shachi slammed the door to the cabin open one normal day, a frantic look in his eyes that was anything but normal.

“Marines?” Law swiftly got up, hand reaching for his sword at the same time they gripped the sheath of theirs, already alerted by the loud presence and thumping of feet outside.

“I’ll go outside, check if we’ll need you to interfere,” they said, turning back to Shachi who now had an uneasy expression on his face. “Spit it out. What’s wrong?”

“Uh, I wouldn’t advise you to go out.” He swallowed thickly, his eyes flitting between his captain and the person that was considered closest to him. “They’re… sorta looking for you. Something about… weapons?”

Their face blanched instantly, all color draining from their face at the realization that their past and identity had finally caught up to them in the absolute worst way possible. Shachi was saying something about him not really understanding what the Marines wanted with them, but they couldn’t register a single word that was being said. Their blissful days spent on the Polar Tang were nothing but borrowed time, and fate had sent a harsh but much-needed reminder.

Flashes of images seared into their memory finally resurfaced, reminding them of what had happened the last time they’d allowed themself to indulge in someone’s presence. As Law rushed onto the deck and began to shout orders that Penguin rapidly relayed, they remained stuck in the loop in their head.

As the loop played, they watched people they’d grown to care for get sliced and gutted so brutally that the ground seemed to soak up their blood and gore—sometimes meeting a much worse fate, plainly vanishing off the face of the earth without leaving a trace behind, as if their existence had never been.

The reel was only snipped clean in half when Law huffed back into the room, an unreadable expression on his face as he called their name and snapped them out of it.

“Yes, Captain?”

He clicked his teeth. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d remind them that there was no need for stiff formalities between them when he’d been as honest with them as his tentative heart could allow him to, but he said nothing this time, and only pinned them with his piercing stare.

“What’s that they were saying about you being an Ancient Weapon?”

Say nothing, reveal nothing. That had always been their policy as they jumped from ship to island to ship. And besides, it was impossible for them to open their mouth and speak when it suddenly felt like dry sandpaper.

“I vaguely know of some of them,” he went on to say as he gestured for them to take a seat on the worn-out sofa, “But I’m sure that I’ve never heard of a single mention of your name—and considering the circles I’ve been in, that’s unusual. Why’s that?”

Swallowing thickly, they tried once again to push past that barrier and speak. This time they succeeded, but their words still came out very stilted. “Because they’ve all been… eradicated. Everyone outside of the Marines who knew, that is.”

Law inhaled sharply. “Pirates?”

“And civilians alike.”

Silence at that moment wasn’t one that they welcomed, as they often did while being in their captain’s presence, but instead an oppressive thing that snaked around their neck and squeezed their airways.

Luckily, Law saved them the trouble of having to miserably fight for words. An inked hand rubbed over his face for a second, and it took them that second to glance his pure exhaustion. “I think I get the general picture.” He sighed, opening his eyes again as he moved to sit behind his desk. “You’re on watch duty tonight.”

They could tell a dismissal when they heard one. So with no more words left to say—and none that they were able to, anyways—they nodded curtly, taking themself out with the weight of their sword heavier than usual.

***

That was the first of many, many times in which they’d directly endangered the Heart Pirates with their presence amongst them. It wasn’t just one time they’d find themself scurrying on deck despite Law’s exasperated yells for them to stay protected inside and let the rest of them handle things; wasn’t the last time they’d gotten into a heated argument with him over how keeping them sheltered was insulting to them.

The raw fury had flashed in both their eyes multiple times, subordinate and captain blurring the lines into something else entirely. The immense care and worry was plain to see in Law’s golden eyes, and were what fueled his anger, but all they felt was indignation and a deep sense of shame at the fact that he and his entire crew were fighting for them and their safety.

After all, hadn’t their very presence been the exact reason why they’d risked their capture in the first place? Hadn’t the fact that they’d been born that way condemned them to become targets for the rest of their lives, simply for associating with them? They could only dread what would befall the Heart Pirates when the Marines found out just how close they’d grown to the crew, and particularly Law.

It was that fear, deeply ingrained into their bones, that had them clenching their fists after another angry back-and-forth with him that ended with him slamming his office door with a curse. Enough damage had been done already, and hearing the small crack in his voice as he demanded that they let him do his job instead of recklessly throwing themself into danger, was the last straw.

It was time they begged for forgiveness from the Heavens and tried to undo the sin of getting too greedy.

***

The sixth time it happened by the half-year, they’d already come to the final decision, and nothing could deter them. Maybe they’d managed to fight off the Marines this time and leave them worse for wear than they were, with far less injuries on their side busying Law, but that did nothing to dispel their worries. It did nothing to calm that storm of guilt tearing up their insides.

And that’s precisely why they’d taken the chance to sneak past the bustle of the infirmary and into their room. With Law distracted like that, they could quickly pull a backpack out of their locker, and begin to stuff it full of what few possessions they had (after having spent so many years on the run and jumping from place to place, they learnt to keep the things important to them scarce and close by at all times).

Once they’d crammed it with everything that seemed of value (whether sentimental or monetary), they scrambled out of the room as fast as their feet could carry them without making their disappearance known to everyone on deck. They were currently moored to a mild-tempered island with enough inhabitants to deem it well-lived in and populated.

If they got off the Polar Tang now, they could stay at the inn in town until sunrise. By then, the Heart Pirates will have sailed away, and they could do some miscellaneous jobs to earn enough cash to carry them for a while. Once they deemed their savings enough, only then could they hitch a ride with any pirate group without feeling like they were a burden.

They’d successfully slipped past the scurrying feet in the hallways and frantic yells for helping hands from the infirmary without attracting any attention to them. Light on their feet, they hopped off the railing and landed on the grass on the other side that muffled the sounds. A light hiss followed them, and before they could get further than five steps away, they stumbled in their tracks as their (now ex-) captain materialized right in front of them.

Their eyes widened for a second, having not foreseen this. After all, wasn’t Law supposed to be holed up in the infirmary, stitching up his injured crewmates? They’d predicted a disappearance of at least an hour or two, even with his otherworldly medical skills and Devil Fruit. Their stunned expression vanished just as quickly as it crossed their face, and they stiffened in place as he trained his hardened eyes on them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Visiting the village, obviously,” they simply replied, not bothering to divulge more. It was better to stay quiet.

However, it seemed like he wasn’t buying it. Not in the least, if the skeptical look he gave them was anything to go by. Pointedly glancing at their stuffed backpack, he folded his arms across his chest.

Part of them grew angry at the demanding stance, while the other part absolutely crumbled in their chest as they thought of how familiar that sight was. Only before he’d been scolding them for spilling booze and not cleaning it off the counter, instead of catching them escaping.

They fumbled for another excuse, settling for a lame, “Restocking,” as if that would explain their overflowing bag.

“Funnily enough, I thought it worked in reverse. You go with an empty bag and come back with a full one.” His tone was icy as he snorted, probably at the idiocy of the entire situation.

A warm blush made its way on their face, partially out of the humiliation of getting caught in such a stupid lie. Gritting their teeth, they contemplated their options for a few seconds. Another fancy lie would only seem ridiculous and would never add up to their already-falling-apart excuses, and telling the truth would risk angering the captain and having him try to stop them.

Law had already crossed the distance between them by the time their thoughts had come to a halt.

“I’m not daft,” he snapped. “You’re leaving.” They opened their mouth for a second, and he interrupted before they could utter a word. “And don’t get smart with me and tell me that that’s what you’ve just said. You know what I mean.”

His eyes had always been intense, but now they were burning holes into their face, and they almost forced them to turn away. “And if I say that I don’t know what you mean?”

“Then I’ll call you a fucking coward,” Law barked a snarky laugh. “For running away again from the possibility of staying in one place.”

“Am I a coward for wanting to keep you guys safe?” they hissed, eyes burning with either unshed tears or anger. “Wasn’t it cowardice to force me to hide every single damn time we got chased down?”

“That’s not cowardice, that’s common fucking sense. Or did you want to announce your presence to the entire world?”

A watery laugh made its way out of their throat, and they had to clench their hands into fists and dig their fingers into their palms to stop themself from crying out. “Oh, please, as if the entire world doesn’t already know. The Marines have been tracking me down for years now, and—”

“And they’re not stupid enough to release a statement as to why.” Law interjected, clicking his teeth in annoyance as he read the stubbornness on their face that prevented them from thinking logically. “They wouldn’t want anyone to know more about the Ancient Weapons.”

Shaking their head, they took a step back, and it seemed that they were escaping this conversation on purpose—because they knew that if they stood there for any longer, they’d have to listen and believe in him. The body language wasn’t lost on Law, whose keen eyes tracked their every movement, and only grew harder with determination.

“We can protect you from their shitty attacks. We’re not weak.” He spat the final word out, as though the mere idea was an insult.

“Well, neither am I. And that’s why I’m taking the decision to walk away because it’s better for both our stakes.”

His hand flexed around the sheath of his sword, and he lowered his hat over his eyes for a second. They knew him well enough to know the signs of him shoving his feelings down and hiding them from others, and it hurt to know that he was doing this in front of them for the first time. But before they could wallow in the misery of being pushed out of his heart, Law had already looked up with an almost-cruel smirk on his lips.

“Is it really that easy for you to walk away from someone you love?”

His words felt like a punch to their gut, and it left them almost gasping for air. After having spent so much time running away from the reality of the situation at hand; trying to deny the very core of the problem that had them wanting to flee in the first place before things could get worse, hearing the words spoken out loud terrified them more than anything could.

It scared them; not knowing what to do with the feelings they knew endangered him. Law was incomparably strong, yes, but he wasn’t immune to the curse that followed them and wrecked everything in its wake. And to make matters worse, the fact that he’d already known of their feelings frightened them even more.

After all, no matter how much they liked to believe that they’d snuck into a crevice of his well-guarded heart as a close companion, they didn’t know what he truly made of this secret of theirs (if one could even call it a secret, after seeing the way they looked at him behind closed doors, or the lopsided smile they gave him when he shared a small piece of him with them).

If anything, it only triggered their fight or flight instincts—and at the current moment, they were leaning much further towards fleeing. In fact, their feet already took position to run off, heart hammering in their chest.

Law’s expression hardened as he observed their reaction, but before they could take off towards the town, his hand had gripped their wrist firmly enough to still them without hurting.

“Fuck off,” they snarled, in a last attempt to stave off any tears that might betray them. “Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not. If you’d only listen—”

They snorted, eyes as wild a as a caged beast’s as he got close enough for them to see the beginnings of his unshaved facial hair. In their panic, their reply only confirmed his words. “Listen to what? You enjoying making fun of my feelings, when I’ve only ever respected yours? Listen to you get cocky and hold my feelings as leverage over me?”

One step was all it took for Law’s long legs to entrap theirs. Rough, calloused palms reached out to cup their cheeks, and before they could wrench their way out of his grip, a pair of soft lips landed on theirs. Rooted in place, they didn’t even dare to move a muscle as his lips brushed against theirs in a firm kiss. Only seconds before he pulled away did they regain their senses, and the fact that Law was actually kissing them finally registered in their brain.

Tentatively, their eyes fluttered shut as they began to kiss him back, leaning into his touch that contrasted against his demanding mouth—warm and soft, and everything they’d ever dreamed of but had never dared to take for their own. It was sweet yet bitter; forceful yet gentle. It was all shards of Law’s soul pieced together against the tattered remains of theirs.

All too soon, he’d pulled away, though his bright eyes remained trained on them. It almost felt intrusive; the way he seemed to be reading something in them that they couldn’t see. Breathing heavily, they couldn’t find it in them to utter a word amidst that fragile moment. It was as though a string had been pulled taut, and threatened to snap in half at the lightest pressure. Carefully, carefully, they both had to be.

“Come back,” he gruffly said, thumb daring to brush against the flushed skin of their cheek. If they strained their ears a little, and if they put faith in what they knew about him, they’d know just how damn close those words were to begging. “Sit with me in my room. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

Swallowing thickly, they blinked back the tears that they knew they had little control of anymore. How could they, when he’d wrenched their heart open and left it beating out in the open like this? They mustered what little strength that remained, and nodded. “Yeah,” they croaked out, allowing themself a selfish moment of letting him take their hand in his.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t kindness. Trafalgar Law wasn’t kind. He was all rough edges and charred pieces, and he was infuriatingly stubborn. What he was was selfish. And if nothing else, they had faith in that selfishness that drove him to caring too much. They could, at the very least, believe in him at that moment, and believe that whatever came next they’d brave through together. All they had to do was just jump back onboard with him.

And so they did.

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[lastoneout]

I got evaluated again yesterday for hEDS(the geneticist wanted to make sure before we did the test I guess?) and it's VERY funny bcs I didn't expect that and about halfway through I started to get worried because he asked a handful of questions that I said no to(haven't dislocated anything, which, thank god, and my symptoms aren't as bad in my elbows and shoulders as they are in my hips, hands, and knees) and then he started checking my skin elasticity and scars and I always thought I didn't have the typical EDS translucent/elastic skin and "cigarette paper" scars but uh...apparently I do. At the end he was like "Yeah all of the signs point to hEDS you meet the criteria for diagnosis lets get the genetic test started" and I was relived but confused?

And I went home and stood in front of my fiancé like "your scars are soft, right?? they feel like stretch marks kinda, right??? almost like a silky soft, smooth gap in your skin?????" and he just looked at me funny and went "no? they're hard and stiff??" and I was like "but my skin isn't stretchy or translucent right" and he pinched my arm and his and was like "girl...you are so stretchy" and then pointed out that he could see almost all of my veins along my entire arms and hands before showing me his and how you could only see some of the veins in a few spots and I was just all

And like this isn't even the first time this has happened I always assumed I didn't have the soft velvety skin typical of EDS but that was just because I live with my skin everyday, once I asked my fiancé about it he was like "you literally have the softest skin I've ever felt in my entire life and I am constantly complimenting you for it wdym" and I suddenly remembered how people have always been pointing out how soft my skin is my whole life, and how my skin is legit SO SOFT I have issues opening doorknobs and jars and those little plastic bags at the store for veggies cuz I can't get traction, my hands are so smooth I DROP SHIT all the time, and like my CAT can't even sit on me when I'm not wearing long pants because she ALSO slides right off. Like fuck Alvida One Piece, I'm the one who ate the damn smooth-smooth fruit.

So anyway not trying to say self dx isn't valid at all but like def make sure to talk to people who have the condition or know about it because Google is absolutely only going to show you the most extreme examples when you look it up and you probably will underestimate your own symptoms as a result despite checking literally all of the boxes. Like you will assume things are normal/justify symptoms away in ways you didn't even know were possible. Like really how tf did I think this shit was normal.

Anyway congrats to me I def do have hEDS which puts so much of my life into perspective(legit just knowing my bad teeth aren't entirely my fault is incredible) and I am infinitely greatful to the people I know who also have EDS who, upon seeing my fucked up joints, went "hey so uh you need to talk to a doctor about that" lmao you were right!! I do indeed got fucked up joints + skin too damn smooth disorder!!

(Also I know you don't need a genetic test to confirm hEDS I'm getting it partially because my rheumatologist didn't want to diagnose me AT ALL without it for some reason despite admitting I fit the criteria without even needing to do the full exam and partially just to make sure I don't have one of the scary bad types that need way more medical intervention.)

[jfleamont]

I'm here to tell that I love your blog! Do you have any more Jily headcannons?

Oh wow thank you so much 🥺

What kind of headcanons would you like to hear? I don't have any specific ones, but my versions of James and Lily all have some characteristics in common I guess. I don't know if you're looking for silly ones or serious ones, so I'll share whatever comes to mind:

Lily's not a morning person; she likes her tea black (preferably Earl Grey) with milk and two sugars; her favourite sweets are Sugar Quills; she smokes sometimes, but it's not a habit; she has bangs (this is very important to me); her voice is sort of deep, or at least non conventionally 'feminine'; she's not vegan, but doesn't eat much meat; her bedroom walls at home are blue; she has seasonal allergies and sneezes a lot; she's very punctual but doesn't mind when others are late; she tried learning ancient greek and latin at some point because she wanted to invent spells but got discouraged pretty quickly and never picked them up again; she's impulsive; once she gets the giggles, it's over; she doesn't think she's a great flirt, but she is; some days she's in a bad mood and there's very little you can do to make her feel better; her love language is touch and words of affirmation; she's obsessed with James' nose; when she looks at him and feels particularly in love she gets quiet and just observes him.

James is a morning person; he doesn't like milk in his tea, but occasionally drinks it with sugar; he likes muggle clothing a lot; he falls asleep reading sometimes; he's not a fan of sweet foods unless it's chocolate or toffee; he's a bit of a hoarder and collects all sorts of things; he once ate an entire jar of mayo and he's hated it ever since; he hides most of his emotions behind humour, but he gets angry and snappy sometimes; he's smart and empathetic, but doesn't know how to show the latter well; he loves when people make him laugh, even though it's not easy to truly break him; he gets very chatty when he's drunk and he exposes himself as a nerd because he overshares about his hyperfixations; his love language is touch and acts of service (also gifts but they don't count because he buys his friends and gf things all the time); his nails are ruined because he fidgets with them a lot (when he's not playing with a snitch or something else); he likes to play with Lily's hair a lot; he drums his fingers on her thighs all the time and the only thing that stops him is Lily intertwining their fingers.

That's pretty much it for now, hope you liked it!

Thanks again for this lovely ask ❤️

[lovelyunknown]

Snap Back, Cause I Really Care

an The Amazing Digital Circus fanfiction

No ship, gen, mild body horror, depictions of emotional distress

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Ragatha was kind enough to check on Pomni after her first day.

Pomni shuttered at the soft touch of Ragatha tapping her shoulder, snapping her back to reality… not reality, she scolded herself mentally, she would wake up. She had to.

She'd lost herself at the table in motionless thought as the rest of the group ate and talked, until everyone else had left, leaving her and her plate the only thing remaining at the table.

Pomni looked at Ragatha with a hollow look. She had no energy to even fake a look of composure.

"Oh Pomni," Ragatha sighed, "this… is obviously not an easy thing to cope with." Pomni waited for a word of encouragement to follow. It did not.

Pomni touched her face, taking a deep breath as she remembered the features or her toy-like face. "Does—" her voice cracked, "does it get better?"

Ragatha, fortunately, had the grace to not grimace, only sharing with Pomni her usual, soft smile. "I will say," her voice was gentle, a jarring thing against the loud decor and chattering voices of the others, "that were almost never in that much danger."

A part of Pomni bristled at the half-answer. Her sorrowful eyes hardened to anger. "That's not what I meant! I mean this insanity! The adventures! The colors! The noise! Does any of this ever stop?" Pomni felt her face grow warm and her eyes prick, even her throat stung as she swallowed.

Despite that no tears came.

She wasn't trying to hold them. She wasn't trying to fight the feeling away. Yet somehow she knew the tears wouldn't come.

Not because she didn't want them. No, she begged them to come, for some kind of catharsis to kick in and bring her back to some semblance of peace.

But she didn't cry. Because she couldn't cry. This new body of her's wasn't able. Pomni's hand returned to her face, tracing the sockets where her eyes were set, feeling the dryness of her eyelids. She… she wasn't sure she could process this knowledge.

Ragatha touched her shoulder again, this time grabbing it more firmly. "Pomni," she said, demanding Pomni's attention, "Pomni, listen to me. You will be okay. It won't feel this bad eventually. You'll—" her own voice stuttered, "you'll get used to it."

You'll get used to it.

"I'll get used to it?" Pomni asked, her voice still as agonized. "I don't want to get used to it! I want to go home! I want to—"

Ragatha wrapped her felt-like arms around Pomni's short frame. "Pomni. You have to. There is no way out. You saw yourself. Please." Ragatha said, "I don't want you to abstract."

Something suddenly snapped back in place in Pomni's mind. "You don't?" she said, breaking from the hug.

Ragatha's smile returned. "Of course not!"

Pomni's face calmed, but something else was heavy on her mind. "Why?"

Ragatha's brow raised as she leaned against the digital table where Pomni was still sat. "Why what?"

"Why do you care about me?" Pomni asked.

Ragatha looked incredulous. "Why do I… Pomni, you just got here, why would I not care?"

The tearless sob returned. "I left you to rot! I don't deserve it!" Pomni said.

A sigh escaped from Ragatha. "Oh Pomni. I remember being just as scared on my first day. An exit was all that was on my mind, why should I judge you when you thought you'd found it?"

Pomni's face scrunched up into confusion. "Because you could have gotten hurt and I would be the one responsible? I ran away! I don't get it." Her arms flew up beside her head in exasperation.

"Only a few hours ago you thought this entire world was a dream. You just realized that the rest of us weren't figments of your imagination. Why would you save someone you believed didn't actually exist?" Ragatha said evenly.

That logic should have set Pomni's mind at ease, but the nagging guild didn't go away. "I don't think I believed it was a dream at that point. I think I—" she stopped herself before she fully admitted it. She didn't think this was a dream anymore. She—she really thinks this is reality.

The warm sensation returned to her face and her eyes begged to be met with tears, but all she could do was gag down bile as her mind processed what she was thinking.

Ragatha, patient as ever, waited a moment for Pomni to refocus before responding. "You just admitted it for the first time, didn't you? You finally let yourself believe it. I—" she paused with a mixed expression on her face, "I'm sorry. That's a hard thing to do."

"I'm not waking up from this am I?" Pomni asked weakly.

Ragatha hugged her once again. "No. I'm sorry."

"I can't do this, Ragatha."

"You can. I know you can." Ragatha's arms tightened around Pomni.

"But I don't want to. I want to wake up!"

"I know. I know, Pomni. We all do."

"I just," her body relaxed again, "I just want to go home." Pomni said. She was gripping tightly to Ragatha's back, leaning into her comforting embrace.

"Oh Pomni… someday this will feel like home. I promise."

[pbandjesse]

I just had some carrot cake and i absolutely did not need that and now I am entirely to full. I have to stop doing that!!

I actually ate really well today and it was all great. Even if it was mostly fast food. I just really had a good time even if I was worried about not having a full day off before my cruise. Today would still be good.

I slept fine last night. It wasn't amazing but it was good. Waking up was hard but James was there. And after I got up and got dressed I was gathering my last things and we were getting Crabcake breakfast. And then all of a sudden there was a huge calamity in the kitchen when a glass storage jar full of sugar fell off the fridge and shattered on the ground. It was so loud! James was very upset. But they would work on sweeping up the glass and I would get Crabcake fed and then would set up a barrier around the kitchen in the glass zone. And would send Ruby the roomba to work. I had her go around 3 times. Hopefully getting all of the small pieces.

We left to go to the farmers market. James was stressed about being late and I was like James it is okay. You don't start until 830. I won't take long to set up. Everything it fine and I love you and please stop beating yourself up.

James would help me bring everything over and I would set up and have a lovely conversation with Ann about Crabcake and camp and Ginny said I looked really skinny and good which was a really nice compliment. Though I think it's partially an illusion because I was wearing a tight jumpsuit and I usually wear baggy clothes. But I appreciated.thr compliment none the less.

I would have a nice, but slow, day at the market. I made $60. Not amazing but it's all good. I would sit and do the math and figured out that over the 9 markers I've done so far this year I have made an average of $185 a market. Which is awesome. So even when I have some slow days I am still doing so much better then last year. Feels really good. Feel like success.

I would buy a pepper and a tomato. James would come out and we would get baked goods. And I was just having a nice day. It wasn't to hot. It was a bit humid but my hair was looking good. I was in a nice mood. I was knitting. I was chatting with people. I was happy. I was having a really nice day.

I would finish my drink around 11 and was very thirsty. I would go inside for water and would get to say hi to educator Sarah. Was really nice to see her. I would hug James and go back outside.

The last bit of the market was quiet. I would have a nice conversation with Stanley about how you can be taken seriously by children without yelling and how it's a skill. I would also sell stickers to children and adults. It was fun.

At the very end of the market a girl who comes every week who makes jewelry asked to watch me pack up to see how I managed because she's in a wheelchair and would need to bring everything on the accessibility bus. She loved the folding table. I am so glad it's inspired so many others?! It's such a good design. And using the new one today was great. It is slightly longer then the wood one was. And I am really really happy with it.

I was ready to go pretty quick. I actually had my wagon this time so it was quick and then I was going to say goodbye to James.

And Meril was there! It was nice to see her and say goodbye to James. I had things to do!

I drove to Glen Burnie to drop off my bags of clothes to value village. Where the guy flirted with me about getting my number. I didn't 100% understand he was flirting at first "fill out this survey so I can get your number" but I got it when he did that up down eyeball movement to me. Silly silly silly.

I wouldn't shop today. Was proud of myself. I just paid off my credit card for the month and I spent more then I meant to buy it was cruise related so I don't feel to bad.

Instead I went to Taco Bell and got two tacos and some potatoes to add to it. And they were great. And then I headed home.

I had chores and things to do. And I was letting Sweetp and Crabcake in the backyard when Celia texted me and let me know she was downtown if I wanted to hang out.

So of course I said yes. And she would pick us up Indian food. And while I was not hungry I knew I would be sad if I didn't get Indian food. I love that we order the same thing with different spice levels. I was looking forward to her coming over.

I would look at my packing for a bit. And went to sit outside until Celia got here. And I was really happy to see her. We would bring the animals inside. Well Crabcake, Sweetp would take more convincing. And then we would have our Indian food and talk.

It was very very good paneer and naan. I was having a great meal and was enjoying the conversation. About people who annoy us and things happening in the world. Eventually we would move to the couch and takes about animals. And eventually we headed to the backyard.

It started drizzling but I wanted to prune the plants and then added some boxes for elevation. I am very happy with how it looks right now.

We also discovered that there are other fruit trees in the green space. Not just the plums I had a few weeks ago. We also have crab apples and possibly persimmons! We aren't positive because they don't normally grow here so they are not in sync with the normal persimmons life cycle. But we are pretty positive! Even the photo apps we used agreed. We also found a bee moth? It was really fun hanging out out there.

But eventually I decided I had been rained on enough. We came back inside and I would work on my fake stained glass while she showed memes. We discovered how to log into my WiFi using a QR code. We were having fun.

James would come home when we were sitting in the couch discussing Crabcake and his care. And I felt so vindicated that my research I did to care for him has been correct. Like I knew about his low protein needs. His temperature needs. His humidity needs. The care and love I have put into his enclosures. It's important to me to be a good person owner.

James would have to go do laundry. And me and Celia hung out for a little longer. Had a brownie. And then she was off.

And now as back to my projects. I hung a shelf and put more things away in the studio. It was hard work but I was proud of myself. I was getting stuff done. After bringing everyone inside again, after sweetp scared/upset the neighbors dog, I would head upstairs to continue to work on my packing.

It stresses me out how much stuff I am bringing. How many toiletries and such. But I know that I will be happy with these things. I don't feel like I will need anything. I really want to use my new duffle but if I wanted to use just one bag I would need to switch to my regular suitcase. Sad. Ah well.

When James got home they gave me all the underwear and the one outfit I needed. And I would get everything packed. It took a few packs and unpacks of the clothes. Which I am very comfortable with now. And of the stuff. Which still stresses me but also. I don't think I can cut anything else in good conscience. I packed well and I can be okay with that.

When we were both done our stuff we went outside to hang out the porch swing together. Eventually I was telling James that I wanted to paint a mural on the backyard. And I was like I want to paint that painting of the train and James is like "what are you talking about?"

I remember there was a painting with a train in it. And it reminded me of the cover of love in the time of cholera. A specific copy that I have. And we spent 10 minutes talking through what it was and different artists and possibly styles or time periods. And how to Google it.

We were trying to figure out the best way to phrase it for the search. We were trying. different phrases and we discovered that if you put the words 'art history' it'll get rid of all the AI generated art. And finally I was able to think of a way to describe it that did not focus on the train that I remembered being in the painting. And I was able to find it and I was so excited.

I remembered "train in the background. Courtyard. Tan building. Structure that is tan in the lower left corner." And would eventually Google "painting with train symbolism in background art history" and found a different angle of the same scene. And after clicking through that I found the original artist and the exact painting I remembered!! I was just so wildly proud of myself and my ability to find things. The painting was "The Soothsayer's Recompense" by Giorgio de Chirico. My memory was not 100% but I remembered the train placement and the texture and the structure in the front. I did not remember the correct location of the train but I did remember the arch way and I didn't remember the structure was a sculpture but I remebered the location and the color. I was just really proud of myself.

I would go inside soon after we did in that detective work. Had some more of the Indian food. Chatted with James. James took some wood material down stairs for me. And I would hang out upstairs. Eventually taking a bath. And then getting in bed to write this. But I am so tired now it's hard to keep my eyes open. And I have another full day tomorrow.

Because we are going to a street market! It's going to be a bit long. 10-5. Which I don't love but it's fine. I am sure it'll be fun. I'm doing a printing workshop and it is just really cool to be invited and paid. I should have given my rates before they made an offer but it's fine. Especially since I'm also vending. So it's all profit.

And James gets to be with me!! I am excited to spend the day working with my husband.

But now is time for sleep. I hope you all have a great rest and a great Sunday. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[softquietsteadylove]

Some soft moment for thenamesh Actor AU? Love this AU and would love to read more about them ❤️

"Fucking finally!"

Gil chuckled as Thena threw herself onto her couch as soon as they were inside. He looked around the dimly lit living room, with its massive ceiling opening up to the rest of the house. "Is Sprite..."

"Asleep," Thena grumbled right into the couch cushions, before lifting her head to peek, "hopefully. Or she's playing some game with her headphones on."

Gil sat himself on the couch more properly, although he was just as tired as she was after a night of awards and clapping and smiling. Even socialising at the afterparty, since it was so important for the networking of their careers.

At least he had been given a different outfit for the afterparty--he didn't think he would have survived a long night in that ultra thin and light shirt he had worn for the red carpet before the awards.

Even if he had caught Thena checking him out multiple times.

Thena turned herself over, mussing her carefully curled hair, rumpling her carefully selected dress. She looked so much more human when she was relaxed. "Are you hungry?"

"Starved," he answered readily, at which Thena beamed. He had no doubt she was famished, especially with how little she always ate at awards nights. Whenever they were together at these things she would end up asking him to finish hers for her so she wouldn't appear rude.

After the third time doing so, he made an effort to eat slower. He would take notice of what her favourite part of the meal was and save it. When she inevitably asked him to finish her meal, he would pick up his plate - with only her favourite part of the dish left - and swap it with hers.

Thena didn't even stand, letting herself roll off the couch without any of her usual veil of elegance and delicacy. It was cute. "Let's see."

Gil stood from the couch and stretched. He had already removed his tie in the car home, now shirking off his suit jacket and even untucking the dress shirt he was wearing.

Thena opened the double doors to her positively massive fridge.

Gil leaned over her shoulder, "slim pickings, huh?"

She sighed, "I'm not exactly a chef--you know that."

Gil positioned himself behind her, opening the doors up even further until her fingers had to stretch to touch the doors. He nudged the back of her head with his chin, "I'm sure I could whip us up something."

Thena gave him a gentle and affectionate bop in the chin in return. "Make something?--I was going to pull out a block of cheese and trade one knife between the two of us on the floor."

Gil laughed, and Thena laughed with him. He felt the cool skin of her bare shoulders brush against his chest. "Why are we on the floor?"

"Because that's usually just my state of mind when it's time for cheese straight from the fridge."

Gil wrapped his arm around her, lifting her up and moving her away from the cool of the fridge. "You got instant noodles?"

"Do I have-" Thena rolled her eyes instead of answering the question, opening up one of the cupboards to an entire stash of cup ramen. "Sprite's main source of carbohydrates, you mean?"

"Perfect," Gil grinned, receiving two cups from Thena, as well as pulling out some green onion, a jar of chili oil and a few eggs. "This is exactly what I'd make for myself when I was a starving student, or even when I was just starting out in the biz."

Thena sighed, sitting herself at the counter as she watched him position himself at her beautiful stovetop built right into the kitchen island. Her house came with such a beautiful kitchen just for her to never use it.

Gil got the chili oil into the pan, heating it high and fast so their eggs could crisp at the edges slightly. He kept his eyes on his ingredients, not wanting to discourage Thena from her staring.

She had been eyeing him all night, and he wasn't exactly opposed.

"If we were at your house, what would you be 'whipping up', then?"

Gil chuckled, cracking in two of the four eggs he pulled out. "Well, if I were alone I guess I'd say I would just order in. But since I have a guest to impress-"

Thena rolled her eyes (but he could see her smiling).

"Maybe I'd make some quick pasta," he shrugged, turning off the kettle of boiling water and filling their cups. "Rigatoni, make some quick rose sauce in a pan. If I have sausages in the fridge, I can even fry those up for a quick meat sauce."

Thena inhaled as if she could smell it just from its description. "Why the hell did we come back to mine, then?"

They both laughed again. Gil added the spice and veggie packs to both cups, and then cracked in the other eggs straight into the broth, stirring them vigorously. "This is the trick to really making them feel luxurious."

Thena watched with hungry eyes - literally - as he topped each cup with the chili oil egg and green onions set aside. She beamed as he slid the cup towards her. "Thank you, Chef."

Gil blushed, "okay, come on."

Thena was the only one who called him that, even as a joke. And even then, he wasn't exactly opposed to that either.

"Good?" he asked between pretty big bites. He had seen Thena both eat delicately, and eat like a ravenous monster (not that she would appreciate that description).

Thena slurped back her bite, despite the hot oiled egg and the boiling hot broth. She gave him an emphatic nod, cheeks puffed until she gulped loudly.

Gil shook his head; there should be rules about being so cute. She was already the most beautiful woman in the world, did she have to be adorable too?

Thena licked her lips as she picked up another bite of egg, "Gil it's-"

He laughed faintly as she cut herself off, unable to resist her next bite for even a second. He leaned over the counter, reaching forward, "hey."

Thena blinked, allowing him to swipe his thumb over the corner of her lip, catching the bit of egg yolk that had escaped. Her lip budged ever so slightly as their eyes met. "Thanks."

Gil just nodded, completely unconsciously moving his thumb up to his own mouth to lick.

"Hey!"

Both actors turned as Sprite plunked down the stairs. She had a pair of over-ear headphones sitting around her neck, her hair completely ruffled from them. "Who said you could get into those?!"

Thena rose from her seat immediately, glaring at her small sister, "excuse me?"

Gil watched Sprite rear back, like an animal coming to realise it was no match for its predator.

"Uh," Sprite cleared her throat, sidestepping her sister and moving to Gil's side of the island instead, "how was the awards ceremony?"

"Boring," he shrugged, watching as Thena let go of her ire to return to her late night snack. He looked down at Sprite, "want one?"

"Hell yeah!"

Gil retrieved another two eggs as Sprite got herself a cup of ramen. She tossed it onto the counter before moving to sit beside Thena, who refused her a bite since she would be getting her own momentarily.

"I saw the red carpet looks online already," Sprite leaned her chin into her palm, elbow on the counter. "You guys were a hit."

"Kingo does good work," Gil smiled as he poured just slightly less chili oil for Sprite's egg.

"You in particular," Sprite snickered. "Everyone's super thirsty for you after that shirt you had on."

"Everyone's what?"

Sprite snuck her eyes over to her sister, "but you already knew that, huh?"

[skygodtraumabond]

(a battered brown box postmarked from kalos arrives. it contains orange chocolate chip cookies and fresh home-made cheese and herb bread for ray, a variety of poffins for their team, and a set of photos. One photo is of a young rufflet looking entirely too proud of himself, with a paper sign saying "I knocked the entire first batch of cookies off the counter even though I had my own treats to eat." The second photo is of a shiny umbreon, his sign with the top right corner nibbled off and hanging by a thread, saying "I ate ALL THE COOKIES because I'm greedy!" The third is of a meganium lying in the doorway to a kitchen, with her sign saying "I DID NOTHING TO STOP THEM." Also enclosed is a letter:) I can't give you a hug all the way from Kalos, so here's some cookies and bread instead. Nothing beats warm home made bread with butter, I've found. It would have been there sooner, but SOMEONE decided to knock the jar off the counter.

Despite having their own set of treats just for them.

Anyway, feel better soon, Ray. I still have a campsite set up in case you ever decide to visit, once you're all de-shadowified. It's yours if ever you need it.

@meganiums-petals-pokemon-shelter

...

I need you to answer me very honestly when I ask if you put sleep powder in these

Because I'm pretty sure if I got hit with a sleep powder while in these vines I would be out for an entire day

I mean I know you didn't do anything to the poffins because the team's really enjoying them. They haven't had good poffins in a while. Ponch actually managed to make an expression that wasn't just sheer resting bitch face, that's how I know they're good.

And I guess your team doesn't look too worse for wear, though I could have sworn citrus was bad for the Eevee line?? Who knows my memories feel like mushy paste

Thank you. Maybe I'll stop in sometime. I miss campfires.

[heartlessfujoshi]

flufftober day 24 - aziracrow 'old friends'

Chapter: 5 of 6 Fandom: Good Omens Pairing: AziraCrow (Aziraphale x Crowley) Rating: Teen (Tooth-Rotting Fluff - Timeline what Timeline - Old Married Couple without being married - Minor Angst - First Kisses) WordCount: ~2,050 Prompt: Melting Emoji (🫠)

Read: Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

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The farmer’s market was bustling, all stalls at maximum capacity, which made for a rather good morning at the market. There were quite a few people, almost shoulder to shoulder, as they got their items fresh from the farmers themselves. Aziraphale loved when the market was this busy, as it meant that there would be plenty of quality produce, and he could get any bargain he could for delicious fresh fruits and vegetables. 

After collecting everything he needed, which truthfully wasn’t that much, but he did enjoy shopping nonetheless, he headed to his favorite food stall that served delicious crepes. He was a sucker for the French treat, and with the stall owner, a former native of France, it was like being back in Paris. Today, however, he noticed something new on the tip jar. Tilting his head, he examined it, trying to understand its meaning, and was a little too embarrassed to ask about it, as it seemed it made people laugh and leave a bit of a larger tip. He filed it away in his head, and would ask Crowley about it later. 

Crowley. 

Oh, Crowley. 

The night the lights went out, things had subtly changed between the two of them. Aziraphale hadn’t mentioned it for fear that the demon would disappear again, and so he kept silent on the subject. However, Crowley had become a rather permanent fixture at his shop - more so now than ever before - and would lay down with him until he fell asleep. Sometimes they would kiss. Sometimes they would talk in hushed voices, reminiscing about old times. He would wake up and find himself alone, but there had been a few times when he would wake up, and Crowley was still curled around him, holding him in a possessive hug that he quite adored. 

He paid for his crepe, and made sure to leave a larger tip into the jar with the questionable item on it, and then headed back to his shop. He ate his entire crepe before getting home, tossing the rubbish into the bin on the corner before unlocking his shop’s front door. 

“Hello, Angel.” 

Startled, he turned to his left and saw the being he’d been thinking of. “Crowley!” He admonished him. “Don’t do that! Not when I have a bag full of delicate objects in my hand!” He twisted the key, and opened the door, keeping the groceries tucked against his side. 

“Let me help you with that, then.” Before he could say no, Crowley was taking the bag in his hand and walked into his shop, as if he owned the place. “Sorry to come by so early.” 

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow up. Early? Crowley had left his shop only a few hours ago. So, they were going to pretend that hadn’t been a thing, then? Fine. Whatever the demon wanted, he would oblige by it. “It’s all right.” He shut the door behind him, and followed Crowley up the flight of stairs to where his kitchen was. “Thank you for the assistance, dear.” 

“It’s always my pleasure, Angel.” Crowley set the items down on the counter, then approached him. He shuffled his feet, and then felt a warm kiss graze the side of his cheek. “You look rather dapper this morning.” 

“Do I?” He put his hand to his chest, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed. The kiss. The compliment. All of it was the perfect storm to get his brain buzzing with delighted feelings. “Thank you. It’s a new vest.” He smoothed it down, smiling at his stomach as he basked in the compliment Crowley had given to him. “Do you like it?” 

“I think I rather do.” Crowley nodded, then leaned against the counter. “Do you have any plans today?” 

“I do not.” Aziraphale shook his head. “Why? Is something brewing? Has Hell contacted you for an assignment?” 

The snort that left Crowley’s mouth made Aziraphale feel a little better, as he was a bit worried that that might have been the case. “Not bloody likely. They’ve got their hands tied up with some mess. I don’t know - I try and stay out of it.” 

“Smart.” Aziraphale put the groceries away, then grabbed a pad of paper. “Crowley, dear - I have a question for you.” 

“Oh? What is it?” Crowley asked. 

“Give me a moment, please.” 

“....Okay.” 

He picked up the pencil that was next to the notepad, and began to sketch what he’d seen at the stall. After giving it a few tweaks, he was satisfied that it looked good enough to show him. Holding up the pad, he turned to Crowley. “Do you know what this symbol means?” 

“Where’d you see that?” Crowley reached for the paper, and held it up to the light. “Your drawing skills have always astounded me, Angel.” 

“Thank you, but that’s not why I did it.” He pointed to the piece of paper. On it was what one could say was a smiley face, the same one that had become popular decades ago, but was now used in a form of communication. This smiley face, however, wasn’t the standard smiley face. No, it was a bit tilted on its side, and it looked like it was…

“Melting.” Crowley commented. “It’s melting.” 

A deep sigh left his mouth. “Yes, I am aware it’s melting. But what does it mean?” 

“I’m not sure. Why do you think I’d know?” His friend shrugged his shoulders. “Do you think it has to mean something important?” 

“Don’t all of these….what are they called again?” 

“Emojis.” 

“Right. Emojis.” Aziraphale hated that technology moved so much quicker now, more so than ever before in history. It was difficult keeping up with the new gadgets, never mind learning a whole new way to communicate. It was like the Egyptian hieroglyphics all over again, but through a handheld device. It was one of the main reasons why he’d refused to get a cell phone. He saw no need to get one, as he’d never needed one before in the past six thousand years. “Why is this one melting?” 

“Because it looks cool?” Crowley was still shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know, Angel. Why didn’t you ask someone about it?” 

“I couldn’t do that!” He gasped, tutting under his breath. “I already feel foolish enough when I hear young folks talking.” Youth today was, again, quite different . “I don’t want to be taken for an idiot.” 

“You are not an idiot for asking about something, Aziraphale.” Crowley took off his sunglasses, and gave him a look. He tucked his chin down, feeling rather foolish. “You don’t honestly believe they’d care if you asked.” 

“Well, what do you think it means?” He asked, as he pointed to the picture. “And why do they have to come up with these new emotes.” 

“Emojis.” 

“Crowley!” 

The demon picked up the piece of paper, and gave it a good thorough look. “I mean, if I were to see this, I would think that they were done with this world, and they were dealing with it. Like, shit’s pretty bad, but hey - I still have a smile on my face. That’s gotta count.” 

“Fascinating.” He took the drawing from Crowley. “You can see all of that, by looking at something that looks like it’s melting? Maybe they’re extremely hot.” 

“Oh, that can’t be that. They have an emoji for that already.” 

Both of his eyebrows rose up. “How do you know that??” 

“I know a lot of things, Angel.” Crowley took the drawing from his hand, and set it on the counter. “Does it matter?” 

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” He sighed. “Fine. I’ll take your word for it.” 

“Where did you see it, anyway?”

“It was on a tip jar.” 

“Ah.” Crowley gave a nod of his head. “Yeah, I can see that. Like, please tip because if you don’t I’m gonna die, and it will be a thing.” 

“How do you get all of that from this?” Aziraphale pointed to the picture, shaking his head. “You’re remarkable, Crowley.” 

“I wouldn’t say that.” He felt Crowley come up behind him, and was soon graced by his arms wrapping themselves around his torso, pulling his back to be against the demon’s chest. He rather liked being smothered like this by him, as it made him feel very special. “Did they have a lot in their tip jar?” 

“They did!” 

“These kids today.” Crowley nuzzled the tip of his nose against Aziraphale’s neck, making his cheeks become rather warm. “What do you say, you and I go for a little drive?” 

“Will you be driving?” 

“I’ll let you drive.” 

He turned around quickly and looked at his friend. “Really??” 

“Yes.” Yellow eyes stared at him, pulling him closer to Crowley’s face. He closed his eyes, and felt his lips touch his with a simple kiss. Simple, hah. Nothing was ever simple with Crowley. No, this kiss had feeling to it. As he opened his mouth, he let out a deep groan, loving the way it felt to have Crowley’s tongue touching his again. Now he understood why humans liked kissing each other so much. It felt really, really good. 

“I promise to take good care of her!” He pulled away, and grabbed his coat from his hallway closet. “Where are we driving to?” 

“Anywhere you’d like, Angel.” Crowley leaned against the doorjamb, looking stunning as the sun lit him from behind, making his hair look like fire. “Surprise me.” 

“I think I can handle that.” 

Crowley’s Bentley was more than happy to let him drive, as he chose a station to listen to that wasn’t Queen. Not that he didn’t like Queen - it would always remind him of Crowley - but he wanted to listen to something else today. 

They drove out to the coast, leaving the city behind for a few hours as Aziraphale and Crowley walked along the beachfront together. They stood on the shore as the sun set, Crowley’s arm wrapped firmly around his waist, holding him against his side as they watched the sky change from a beautiful blue, to a gorgeous orange, and then a fiery red that faded to a beautiful pink. Purple soon began to dominate the sky, twilight now upon them. 

“Will you sleep over tonight?” Aziraphale asked, hoping that it wouldn’t push Crowley into thinking that this wasn’t a good idea. 

“Thought I might.” Crowley nodded, keeping him tucked up against him. To any passerbys, they would look like a couple. That thought made Aziraphale happy in a way he wasn’t expecting. “That's okay with you, Angel?” 

“It’s very okay, dear.” 

With that settled, they returned to the Bentley, Aziraphale returning to the driver seat to take them back to London. Back at his shop, he poured them some hot tea, and the two of them got settled in the front of the shop, both reading books that they favored. Aziraphale had made sure to leave a pile of books next to Crowley’s chair that he knew the demon would enjoy, and when he finished a book, he’d replace it with another. In the background, his recording of Rachmaninoff’s third piano concerto played, filling the otherwise quiet space with symphonic beauty, followed by a recording of Stravinisky’s Firebird. 

“Shall we head to bed, Angel?” Crowley asked, after the record came to an end. 

“I think that is a splendid idea.” 

They retired up to his bedroom, where they both got changed into a pair of pajamas - he’d bought some for Crowley to keep at his place, as he knew the demon probably would feel better wearing softer clothes than his standard button up shirt and trousers. He laid down on his side of the bed, and felt Crowley cuddle up against him. 

“Good night, Angel. Thanks for taking me to the beach today.” 

Smiling, he held onto Crowley’s hand. “Thank you for always having the knowledge that I’m too afraid to ask.” 

“It’s why I’m the demon, and you’re the angel.” Crowley nuzzled his neck. 

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” He smiled, and closed his eyes. 

Another day came to an end, and he was exactly where he wanted to be. In his bed, with his most favorite being in the world curled up beside him. It had been a very good day, indeed. 

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Cross-posted to AO3

[bailesona]

Pineapple on pizza, yes or no?

we've got seventeen different answers here so i'm popping these beneath the cut!

STANLEY: yes. not always, but when he met richard, he decided to woo him through powerful feelings of exasperation and annoyance. thus, he began to train himself to enjoy the very thing that richard loathed above all else. at first, a single shred of pineapple on a wide slice. then two. three. weeks became months. and finally, on his first date with richard, he took him to a pizzeria, asked for extra pineapple, and looked him dead in the eye as he mechanically consumed every single fruity slice. he actively enjoys it now. but it was a work of endurance and stubbornness.

RICHARD: absolutely not. he loathes the stuff. the smell of it alone is enough to drive him crazy. but stanley did such a convincing job of persuading him that he enjoyed the topping, that when richard stayed over the first time, he ended up eating three slices of pineapple and mushroom so as not to offend his love. it was at this point that they learned he had a mild allergy to the stuff, however, and he had to wear a face mask for three weeks while the rash faded.

NATE: yes. he doesn't even like pizza, but he'll eat it with pineapple just to piss off renée and ramsay.

HENRI: yes. he'll lecture the planet on the importance and diversity of a contrasting flavor profile, the distinct tastes, the sweetness against the salty cheese, and it's honestly no secret that he enjoys that lecture far more than he does the actual topping.

ETIENNE: he'll eat it to avoid henri's lecture. it's not a yes nor a no; it's his "i don't care" moment.

RENÉE: nope. she'll argue with henri until the cows come home, and she has been known to break up with people over this very subject. pineapple has NO PLACE on a pizza, and she's revolted that you'd even consider it to be a valid question in 2023.

RAMSAY: listen. he's open-minded as hell. he adds ingredients with gusto and a lack of care for the social norms and dictations of the culinary gods. but pineapple doesn't belong on a pizza. he once dated a guy for three months, nearly moved to chile to open a restaurant with him, only to end things after he learned that a pizza order hadn't been confused nor mixed up; no. the man of his arguable dreams actually, genuinely, truly liked pineapple on pizza.

LEMON: yep. food is food. he has no time nor respect for this argument. if you want to devote your time and energy to the true enemy of the humble pizza, he thinks we all need to be studying the people who add sweetcorn to their pizza. they're diesels. through and through.

DANNY: no. fruit belongs either in a bowl or in a jam jar. he doesn't understand how anyone can look at a pineapple, look at a pizza, and decide to be the kind of unapologetically chaotic moron who'd combine them and doom the planet to an eternal debate on the matter.

VICTOR: yes. but selectively. he eats it because his biological mother ate it, and so he only really eats it when he's feeling nostalgic. or if the pizzeria on fifth is making it. they add a chilli powder that really just pops the entire slice just right.

ELI: yes. but only because of victor, and only when victor eats it. victor seems to enjoy their monthly pineapple pizza nights, and eli'd rather smash up his computer than be responsible for his brother's unhappiness.

TIM: no. pineapple is nice. hell, pineapple is GREAT in a cake, or in a mousse, or even in a fruit salad. but pizza is not a good medium for pineapple. let them continue their blissful existence alone. some combinations are not designed for human consumption, and pineapple on pizza is one of them.

TINA: she'll eat it, but not if she can help it. no. mushroom and jalapeno, on the other hand...

ELENA: yes. but it has to be on an extra thin gluten-free cauliflower crust, mozzarella cheese, pesto sauce, and extra bell pepper. fail to provide any of the above and she will not touch it.

SAM: yes. but it has to be a similarly specific condition to elena, although for purely chaotic reasons. extra pineapple, twice as many olives, no cheese, extra sauce, on a dark crust.

GABRIELA: no. she'll pick off the pineapple and hide it in a napkin to spare any feelings, but she will absolutely not eat the pineapple if she can help it at all.

ANDREW: no. he won't pick it off, either. the pizza is ruined now. the pineapple has contaminated it. he'll eat garlic bread and chicken wings instead.

[dreadfulgentleman]

Catalog 1.8.A.

Buffet Experiment 2

It took W longer to settle in than usual but once he was set, it was easy the rest of the time. Just as before, W had an entire plate to himself. He picked all items I would not have. His choices during eating have become an accidental bonus because I am not adventurous with food otherwise. He has accidentally broadened my palette. I thanked him for this. He did not reply. Since he was not fully channeling, he was able to see through my eyes as well as taste through my mouth. Everything else was an energetic sense. It felt not unlike having someone in the backseat of a car you’re driving. He was able to choose what he wanted, explain why, taste the food, and give commentary on said food afterwards. Ultimately, we are both tasting the food at the same time. So there is always a simultaneously different reaction as it’s being eaten. This can be confusing and jarring, as in the example of the coffee tart in a previous catalog. Mussels: He LOVED these. There was a sense that he partially enjoyed them purely for the “sophisticated” feel he believed them to have.

Seafood Salad: Indifferent. Hoping for a different taste.

Tofu Rice: Okay with this. Not amazed, just fine.

Steak: Very disappointed. Said it was not cooked right (he likes his meat more rare than how it was prepared)

Ambrosia Salad: He didn’t pick this, I did, but he tried it anyway and ended up liking it.

Vegetable Medley: Strange reaction to this. He liked it and didn’t like it. It felt like he /wanted/ to like it but then would get disappointed with the aftertaste. He ended up asking me to try it again on a second plate because he was positive he had tasted it wrong the first time. He had the same reaction again.

Salmon: Said it was cooked wrong. Got the impression he had hoped for a more rare-leaning fish.

Seafood Rice: Liked this, mainly because it was another chance at eating more mussels.

Mushroom Pasta: Enjoyable. Not amazing, just fine.

Additional Notes:

He made a comment that he didn’t understand why I would waste time eating from the kid’s area when all of that food is available at home. I understood his point but ate what I want to anyway.

February, 2022

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Jiro Chiba's alarm went off right at 6:30 am.

He shot awake, shut it off, and rushed to the bathroom. Jiro considered his medicines, trying to remember what he took back when this started. He took some weak painkillers. He fingers were SO STIFF AND HE HATED IT. GOD.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Mrs. Chiba shut the fridge and placed his homemade pickles down on the counter. "good morning." His mom hummed and nodded as she passed him a bowl of rice with some leftover grilled mackerel. Jiro loaded almost the entire jar of sour pickled veggies on his bowl, and tore into it. "Whoa. Don't hurt yoursel- Jiro Chiba, I will not have you choke at my table." "sorry," he forced himself to slow down under his mother's suspicious and annoyed glare. Aiko flounced into the kitchen, humming happily as she and their mother ate. Jiro had already finished, "thank you for breakfast."

Jiro pulled on his uniform, brushed his teeth, and slicked his hair back. He didn't sit down. Jiro paced anxiously backed and fourth as he waited for Aiko. He thought about it. He glanced in the kitchen and saw it was empty. He thought about it.

"Aniki~! Let's go!" Jiro joined Aiko at the front door, the short girl offered him one of the two bento boxes in her hands and the two  left for school. The girl started to ramble about the same topics, and Jiro nodded along. He was hyper focused on what he was going to find out today. He was going to find out.

Aiko took off towards her friends as the pair made it to school. Jiro made a beeline for the school. His walk was purposeful. He started coughing right on cue and waited for the fit to subside.

Jiro made his way to the stairs, but he stopped at the bottom step and looked up. Eijiro tripped on his way down the stairs. The red head reached out an arm that wasn't there, but caught himself with the other, saving himself from falling. Eijiro pulled himself up, having fallen two steps. "ow..." He looked embarrassed as he caught Jiro watching him, as hurried off to... Whatever Eijiro did. Probably not class from what Jiro understood. Kissed ghosts from what Nana had said. "... 7:32am, Eijiro falls down the stairs, Jiro-"

Jiro made eye contact with the boy standing at the top of the stairs. He was lanky. He was an unnaturally light towhead, almost white. Thick glasses. Long hair.

He took off into the halls, but Jiro didn't chase him. He got what he needed...

...

Jiro drummed nervously against his thighs again as he waited. He glanced at every person who passed by. Trying to listen to voices as- Aiko ran out of the school, happy as always. "Auuuuugggggghhhh," she flopped against her brother, "midterms suuuuuuuuck." "they sure do." "Come on," Aiko tugged on Jiro's arm, "We need to hurry if we're going to the store." "wh-" Oh. Right. He must have agreed to it in his blind head nodding. Aiko started off towards the store and Jiro followed. "Do you think carrots? I think you can pickle carrots..."

...

Jiro had taken off to his room immediately upon getting home under the guise of feeling sick again. He'd taken a mug of ice with him again. He preemptively placed some ice in his mouth as he thought about what to do. What could he do? He probably couldn't confront him directly. Well... He could. He... Could... More ice. Should he? If the loop didn't break, he was no worse, but if it did... Jiro shut his eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. Out. In... Out...

[whataboutmysanity]

Thinking about high school botany class when we planted seeds in small pots to grow at home. Had mine in the kitchen windowsill for the good lighting. After about a week I had a little sprout with a cute lil leaf coming in. Then my mom finds a Facebook post showing how to cut a sweet potato so it’ll sprout roots. She took my project out of the window and replaced it with a sweet potato suspended in a jar of water. One of the cats ate my plant. I told my teacher but wasn’t allowed to replant it. Nothing ever grew back. I failed the project. Then our final came up. We had to gather leaves from various plants in our area and at least 5 had to be native to our state. I told my parents multiple times in needed to go to parks and other places around cuz there’s like 3 trees in my yard. They said they “never had time” even though they’re both retired. I failed that project too. Then I got pulled from the class.

The second semester of that class was zoology, including trips to the zoo and several dissections. I had wanted to be a veterinarian my entire life and I knew getting a good zoology grade would be great for colleges. Instead I got thrown into remedial chemistry and barred from taking any advanced science my senior year. So I didn’t apply for vet schooling. And I couldn’t follow my lifelong dream.

I realize my parents didn’t care then and they don’t care now. And yet, it’s entirely my fault.

[notony-tonyno]

emily antonia. she/her. prehistoric millenial. a relic of the Before Times.

obligatory welcome post. this is a marvel sideblog. i follow from @sithdownani.

about me: i still have the original .zip file containing every single issue of marvel's civil war that i downloaded in 2010. old enough to remember printing copy-pasted a"friend"gers tower-era fanfics from livejournal so i could read them in the middle of my university history classes. literally wept for joy when they announced avengers 1 was greenlit by paramount studios. i am ancient. don't mess with me.

what i like: wanda. tony stark. loki. steve rogers, a.k.a. peter's original father figure. deadpool's sparkly nail polish collection. wandavision has been my otp since kindergarten. wanda and pietro are magneto's kids period. the one where literally everyone adopts peter parker. earth 3490. did i mention i love wanda? i really love wanda.

favorite fandom tropes: clint in the vents. peter, resident Youth of avenger's tower, eating peanut butter straight out of the jar at 2 a.m. steve sleeping on a grease-stained sofa in the corner of tony's workshop. bucky and sam being buckyandsam. coulson will always be everyone's favorite. kate and yelena are everyone's problem.

what i do not like: people forgetting that a lot of these comics were written for kids who felt (and feel) like outsiders. fandom drama. The Bad Ending.

under the cut: myspace survey from 2008 (to really drive home that i am too old to be here) in case, for some reason, you want to know more about me:

1. Ever been to a professional sports game? i bleed los angeles blue

2. Ever get engaged? yeah. i'm getting married about it.

3. Have you ever been on TV? yes.

4. Ever been to prom? only under duress.

5. Ever stayed up for 24 hours or more? i once hallucinated a blue coyote running across all 15 lanes of the southbound 405 through some part of orange county because it was 3 a.m., i'd just ended my third consecutive 12 hour work shift of the week, and my daily commute was 2 hours one-way

6. Have you ever been to a concert? favorite performance i ever saw was a defunct j-pop boyband front-man who happened to be playing at the nokia club for mysterious reasons

7. Have you ever been in a car accident? sideswiped by a big rig the day of my university music department audition. got a scholarship for showing up anyway.

8. Did you ever learn another language? studied classical latin in high school because apparently i had big plans for updating the roman empire

9. Do you wear make-up? you mean modern war paint? i sleep in it, baby

10. Ever caught the stove on fire? once caught the house on fire with a loaded drier and burned the entire place to the ground

11. Ever meet someone famous? in my misspent youth i was almost internet famous for writing a novel about two guys who ate a lot of ramen and beat the shit out of each other.

...so yeah, that's me. 'sup.

[dzmoot]

This is Ignatius "Hampire" Krattz Gelanoruu. Legend has it it's where Jell-O originated from. I remember reading about it in one of Igginsworth's books and it's true, the entire planet consists of literal gelatin, a gelatinous aquarium containing puffy martians and corpulent canines and fish that looked like they had been inflated with a bicycle pump. Imagine swishing and swashing around in a bottle of hair gel, minus the crusty white stuff that comes off at the end of the day. It smelled like uranium and beryllium with a hint of silicon. When we got there, I immediately used my magic to incase everyone including myself in an alien "puffsuit" so we'd blend in with the natives more cohesively and be able to breathe under the goo. The natives were quite pleasant too, much more pleasant than those cantankerous cookie aliens we saw on the other planet. What music they made! It's almost like their entire bodies were like squeaky dog toys. Their houses, their beds, the food they ate, all gelatinous. Before we left, I could have sworn I caught glimpse of what appeared to be a giant horse hoof looming in the jelly. I even got some of the goo in a jar. I can't wait to get home and mix it into one of my potions! Maybe I can finally concoct that cure for weaslewarts I've been trying to make! Siobhan wanted to keep the goo for herself and had a tantrum when I didn't let her have it. I really think Horatio needs to discipline her more!