#Pure Mango Butter

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It's About Time I Did This

Anyways Heres-

All My Headcanons

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Jason knew damian from the league BEFORE he knew he was his little brother and it is… so much worse

Okay so. listen.read.

jason todd. 17. freshly lazarus-pitted. feral. the human embodiment of “i lived bitch” with rage issues and a 72-hour insomnia streak. the league takes one look at this hot mess of trauma and goes “yes. this is exactly the energy we need in our murder boy band.”

enter: tiny baby assassin gremlin™ damian wayne. 6 years old. fluent in six languages, can kill you with a butter knife, has already named his sword and buried a man for disrespecting alfred the goat.

and someone. SOMEONE. in the league decides, “you know what would be funny? pair the murder toddler with the zombie disaster and see what happens.”

Heres how that went

ra’s: jason, your assignment is to supervise damian.

jason: you want me to babysit.

ra’s: guide.

jason: babysit.

ra’s: test.

damian (deadpan): i don’t need a babysitter. i need a better sparring partner. the last one cried.

jason: okay i like this kid.

they do missions together. which is to say, they cause crimes while technically completing the mission. jason teaches damian how to actually knock people out without breaking his own fingers. damian shows jason how to poison a blade using pomegranate juice and pure spite.

they bond over shared trauma and mutual hatred of everyone else. jason steals food for damian. damian teaches jason new ways to dismember people. it’s beautiful.

damian (6, holding a flaming knife): i’m going to defenestrate that man.

jason (17, holding a mango): hold on i’m eating.

damian: that’s MY mango.

jason: finders keepers.

[30 seconds later jason is bleeding and laughing]

but then jason leaves the league. rage. escape. redemption arc pending. damian stays.

and they don’t see each other for years.

until jason storms into the batcave like:

jason: not here to bond. just stealing med supplies. don’t talk to me or my trauma.

damian (offscreen): you dare show your face here, todd.

jason (freezes): oh my god. oh my god. i KNOW that voice. i KNOW that gremlin growl. there’s no fucking WAY

bruce (tired): jason, meet your little brother. damian.

jason (SCREAMING INTERNALLY): THAT’S MY EX-TINY MURDER ROOMMATE?!

damian (smirking): i see the pit didn’t fix your face.

tim (whispers): what is happening.

from that day forward: chaos.

damian starts following jason around like a very stabby duckling. calls him “akhi” in the most possessive tone known to man. sharpens jason’s knives without being asked. threatens the replacement on his behalf.

jason pretends to be annoyed but teaches damian how to make homemade explosives and saves him the last slice of pizza.

jason (grumbling): you’re still a brat.

damian: and you’re still emotionally unavailable.

jason (softly): shut up.

one day jason finds a drawing on his fridge.

it’s two stick figures. one has a red helmet. the other has a sword. they’re both labeled “BROTHERS – THREAT LEVEL: MAXIMUM.”

jason doesn’t talk about it. but he frames it.

bonus: group chat

dick: wait. you guys KNEW each other before this family?

jason: yeah. i babysat him once. worst two years of my life.

damian: i tried to stab him over a mango. it was glorious.

tim: that’s the most terrifying sentence i’ve ever read.

cass: ❤

bruce was like “you’re brothers now” and they were like “we BEEN brothers?? get on our level B/father”

[dloburns]

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[vacate-et-scire]

JUST A BITE

You learned quickly that Bucky Barnes had the tastebuds of a man who’d survived decades of rationed food and army chow—because he could eat anything. And not just anything… but pain. Pure, fiery, tear-inducing, sweat-on-your-brow spice.

You, on the other hand, would combust at a medium salsa.

The first time you’d gone out to eat together, he’d asked if you wanted to try a bite of his dish. You’d said yes, stupidly trusting. And when you took a mouthful of his flaming Thai curry, it was like your soul left your body for a moment.

Tears streaming, hiccuping, you’d waved wildly at him while gulping water, and all he’d done was laugh. That rare, deep laugh that lit up his entire face and made your heart flutter despite the actual hell in your mouth.

From then on, it became a silent agreement. You’d order something gentle—creamy, sweet, or mild. He’d get something that could probably strip paint. And no matter what, halfway through the meal, you’d each push your plates halfway across the table.

“Wanna trade a bite?” he’d ask casually, like this wasn’t a weekly ritual by now.

You’d glare at him every time. “One bite. One. And a small one.”

He’d just grin, breaking off a piece of your naan or scooping a bit of your pasta with practiced ease. You’d do the same, trying to find a pocket of his dish that didn’t look lava-adjacent. You never succeeded.

Tonight was no different. You were at a cozy little Indian place you’d both grown fond of. You had your creamy butter chicken with fluffy rice, and Bucky had some devil-red vindaloo that made the air around it spicy.

You exchanged bites like clockwork.

He hummed happily when he tasted yours. “God, how is this so good?”

“Because you can taste it,” you countered, taking the tiniest possible bite of his. “Oh my god—nope, still evil. Still so evil.” You grabbed your mango lassi like it was holy water.

He snorted into his water glass. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You’re a spice masochist.”

“Maybe I just like flavour, doll.”

“That isn’t flavour.. it's... it's- I dunno but it hurts”

Still, you tried it. You always tried it. Because for some reason, part of you loved the way he smiled when you did. Like he was in on a private joke with you. Like he liked knowing you’d brave the fire for him, even if it made your nose run.

And maybe… you liked feeding him a bite of yours, too. Watching his eyes flutter shut just a little at the sweetness, the softness of it.

[woso-story]

Pregnancy

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon

Ingrid's pregnancy was a revelation that brought unparalleled joy to her and Mapi. From the moment they found out Ingrid was pregnant, their lives were awash with excitement, nervousness, and love. Mapi, in her typical fashion, vowed to take care of every single detail to make the pregnancy as smooth as possible.

---

It started with Ingrid’s cravings. At 2 a.m., she'd wake up craving churros and hot chocolate. Mapi, bleary-eyed but unwavering in her determination to keep Ingrid happy, would slip into sweats and head to their favorite late-night spot. “You know,” Ingrid said one night, watching Mapi bundle up, “I don’t need this churro. I just want it.”

“And I want to make sure you get it,” Mapi replied with a wink, planting a kiss on Ingrid's forehead before heading out.

Their fridge became a chaotic mix of pickles, mangoes, and other odd combinations. The team teased Ingrid mercilessly when she brought a jar of peanut butter and cucumbers to practice one day.

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” Ingrid said with a shrug as she munched contentedly.

---

Despite her growing belly, Ingrid insisted on attending training sessions. She scaled back to light workouts, sticking to stretches, yoga, and some ball drills. It gave her a sense of normalcy, a way to stay connected to the team and the sport she loved.

Mapi, however, was a different story. She hovered constantly, adjusting water bottles, fetching towels, and shooting glares at anyone who came too close during drills. “She’s pregnant, not made of glass,” Alexia teased one day, only to be met with Mapi’s signature scowl.

When Ingrid bent over to tie her shoelaces during practice, Mapi sprinted across the pitch. “You shouldn’t bend like that! Let me do it,” she insisted, dropping to her knees to tie Ingrid’s shoes.

“Maria, I’m fine!” Ingrid protested, half amused, half exasperated. “You’re making me feel like I’m 80.”

“You’re pregnant. That’s basically a license for me to spoil you,” Mapi countered, grinning up at her.

---

The rest of the team found endless entertainment in Mapi’s overprotectiveness.

“Mapi, can I breathe near Ingrid, or is that off-limits too?” Patri joked one day during a team lunch.

“You can breathe,” Mapi shot back, “just don’t breathe too hard.”

But beneath the jokes was an undercurrent of admiration. The team adored how Mapi doted on Ingrid and often stepped in to help. Aitana once surprised Ingrid with a homemade lasagna when she heard about her sudden aversion to cooking smells. And when Ingrid mentioned how her back was sore, Alexia gifted her a plush heating pad that quickly became her favorite.

The entire team had taken to calling Ingrid "Mama Engen" and frequently joked about how the baby was already part of the squad. Alexia even gifted the baby its first tiny Barça jersey with "Baby Engen-León" on the back. Ingrid teared up at the gesture, and Mapi made a vow to frame it when the baby outgrew it.

---

At home, Mapi was unstoppable. She installed baby-proof locks on cupboards, "Maria, the baby isn’t even here yet!” Ingrid laughed, researched prenatal massages, and even downloaded meditation apps to help Ingrid relax.

“It’s sweet, really,” Ingrid told Alexia during one of their chats. “But sometimes I just want to remind her that I’m pregnant, not dying.”

---

One evening, Ingrid came home to find Mapi assembling a crib in their living room. Tools were scattered everywhere, and she looked frazzled but determined.

“Babe, the baby won’t need a crib for months,” Ingrid said, sitting on the couch with a bemused smile.

“I know,” Mapi muttered, tightening a screw. “But I want everything to be perfect.”

Ingrid walked over, wrapping her arms around Mapi from behind. “It’s already perfect because it’s ours.”

---

The first ultrasound was a moment of pure magic. As they saw the tiny flutter of their baby’s heartbeat on the screen, Mapi’s eyes filled with tears.

“Can you believe it?” she whispered, clutching Ingrid’s hand.

Ingrid squeezed back, her own emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “We’re really doing this.”

---

Though the journey had its overwhelming moments, Ingrid wouldn’t have had it any other way. Mapi’s protectiveness, while occasionally exasperating, was a constant reminder of how much she was loved. And as they lay in bed one night, Mapi’s hand resting gently on Ingrid’s belly, Ingrid couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re going to be such a good mom,” she whispered.

“You too,” Mapi replied, pressing a kiss to Ingrid’s temple. “But for now, my job is to take care of both of you.”

Ingrid rolled her eyes affectionately. “You already do. And you’re pretty good at it. Just don’t drive me too crazy in the meantime.”

Mapi laughed, “Deal.”

And as they drifted off to sleep, dreams of their growing family filled the room, wrapping them in warmth and hope for the future.

[faerghusfucker]

What do you think all of the Blue Lion's favorite ice cream flavor would be? I know Dimitri can't taste anymore so maybe have his be his favorite childhood flavor?

It was 94°F where I am today, and I can think about is how those Faerghus kids would die in this kind of weather

i absolutely adore this question actually this is so cute i’m obsessed. i’m gonna ignore any questions of what ice cream they have access to in fodlan and who would have access to which ones. they have magic they can come up with a way to do mint chocolate chip.

dimitri is a vanilla boy i’m so sorry to break it to you. i think even before he lost his sense of taste he preferred milder things. i hc that he has the favorite foods that he does out of pure nostalgia, and all his faves are just super mild lol. he is a simple man.

dedue would like those lavender honey ice creams that taste a little like soap i think. or smth similarly herbal and not that sweet.

felix is a coffee/java chip guy, i think he can only rlly deal with coffee or dark chocolate in his sweets lol. and he only gets like a scoop and only ever when he’s out with his friends already. ice cream is purely a social thing for him, he never craves it

sylvain probably likes a ben and jerry’s vibe where it’s mostly toppings that are just held together by ice cream. i think he would fuck up the tonight dough or smth. whenever they go out for ice cream together he always gets some stupid sundae with a crazy amount of toppings.

ashe would be a fan of like butter pecan or smth. i feel like he knows how to make ice cream and he makes his own like artisanal ones.

i think mercedes would like cookie dough ice cream or smth to that affect. her favorite topping is sprinkles. yayyyy colors!

annette likes fruity flavors i think. i could be basic and say strawberry but i think she’d fw mango also. she’s the type of person who wouldn’t mind super artificial or cloyingly sweet flavors, i think she’d love popsicles and water ice a lot. felix would have a taste of her ice cream and gag lol.

ingrid is a mint chocolate girlie. i think she also loves a sundae like sylvain tho. she also feels like she’d rlly like milkshakes. in a modern setting i feel like she’d make a protein shake by literally just adding protein powder to a normal ice cream shake. her friends are confused and horrified.

i love silly questions like these thank you for bringing me joy

[hummingbird24220]

May I please request part 3 of Swordsmith!reader but make it Reader x Shanks? Reader meets back up with Shanks and his crew but this time the only thing his sword can talk about is how Shanks kept talking about them. Reader is very flustered but tries to keep their cool but the red haired pirates are teasing their captain about Reader infront of them. Shanks of course has no shame about it and joins in by flirting with Reader.

(Also I have ideas about a part 4 with smut if interested)

(Keep up the great writing!)

- <3

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

Rereading this to write part 4 , i dont think smut would fit into it. Its more of a crack fic lmfao.

(if you want Shanks smut lemme know ok)

ANYWAY. Heres part 4. Enjoy!

Sharp Tongues, Sharper Blades (Part 4)

One piece x Swordsmith!Reader

You were not supposed to see Shanks again.

Not because you didn’t want to. But because your soul had only just recovered from the last time—when his sword had read your aura like a moonstone horoscope and he handed you his legendary blade like it was a fruit bowl. The man radiated Yonko energy and dad-on-vacation vibes in equal measure, and your nervous system was not designed for that kind of duality.

And yet.

There he was.

Again.

Docked on the same island you were passing through—pure coincidence, you swore—his massive ship perched like a lazy predator sunbathing on the sea.

You could’ve kept walking.

You should’ve.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you climbed the gangplank like a moth to a very smug, red-haired flame.

You were halfway up when you heard it.

“Ohhhhhh they’re back,” came the dreamy, melodic whisper of his sword. “Our little forge spirit is BACK.”

You winced. “Please don’t start.”

“I never stopped,” the blade purred. “He’s talked about you every single day since you left. It’s been adorable. And deeply concerning.”

You froze. “What.”

“Shanks this. Shanks that. ‘Do you think they’d like this mango wine?’ ‘Do you think they’re sleeping well?’ ‘Was it too much when I winked?’ And don’t even get me started on the mango carving he tried to do with a butter knife—”

You walked faster.

Too fast.

You nearly tripped onto the main deck.

And that was when you heard the laughter.

“Look who’s back,” came a familiar voice—Lucky Roux, leaning against a barrel with a grin that could split ships.

“Ohhhh,” Yasopp sang from the rigging, “the little swordsmith finally returns.”

A third crewmate gasped, clutching their chest. “Wait—is this the one he won’t shut up about?”

You blinked, stunned. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Benn Beckman said, strolling by with a cigarette between his fingers. “Every time he drinks—‘Do you think they miss me?’ ‘They’re so good with swords.’ ‘They fixed my emotional damage with one mango.’ Like, bro. Bro.”

Your face was now ten degrees hotter than the sun.

“HE SAID THAT?” you hissed.

“Oh,” Yasopp grinned, upside down now, “he said worse.”

And then—

From the upper deck—

“Hey, sunshine.”

You turned, and there he was.

Shanks.

Red hair tousled, cloak fluttering lazily, smile wide and utterly without shame.

You cursed under your breath. “No. No, no, no—”

He jogged down the steps, looking every inch like trouble wrapped in charm. “You came back.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you blurted, flustered. “This was a travel accident!”

“You accidentally climbed onto my ship?” he asked, amused.

You crossed your arms, trying to look unaffected. “Your sword’s been tattling.”

“Oh yeah?” He leaned in. “What’s it been saying?”

You pointed at him accusingly. “That you talked about me.”

He raised a brow. “A lot?”

You fidgeted. “Nonstop.”

He smirked. “Did it also tell you I’ve been practicing my aura since you left?”

“Oh my god—”

“Or that I tried to sketch you from memory and gave up halfway through because the ‘cheekbones were too emotionally complex’?”

You covered your face. “PLEASE.”

The crew exploded into fresh laughter.

“You drew them?” Benn cackled.

“From memory?” Yasopp wheezed.

“I bet it looked like a mango with arms,” Lucky Roux howled.

Shanks grinned, absolutely unfazed. “It was a beautiful mango.”

You looked up at him through your fingers, cheeks glowing. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re back,” he said softly, eyes suddenly warm. “Which makes today a good day.”

That shut you up real quick.

A beat.

Then his sword whispered, conspiratorial: “He also smelled his pillow and said it still smelled like you.”

“OH MY GOD.”

The entire deck erupted.

You turned on your heel, marching toward the edge. “Nope. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

But Shanks caught your wrist gently before you could bolt.

His grin was cocky.

His eyes were kind.

“I missed you, y’know.”

You swallowed. Hard.

“…Yeah,” you muttered. “I missed you too.”

The crew went “Awwwwww” like a chorus of gremlins.

You turned around and hissed, “Shut up!”

Shanks just laughed, and without letting go of your wrist, gently pulled you back toward him.

“Next time,” he murmured, voice low, “just stay.”

You blinked. “On your ship?”

He leaned in, teasing. “With me.”

Your heart did an Olympic gymnastics routine.

His sword giggled. Giggled.

You covered your face again.

“I hate you,” you muttered into your palms.

He chuckled. “No, you don’t.”

“��Fine. Just a little.”

“Good. I can work with that.”

And when he looped his arm around your shoulders, leading you into the chaos of his laughing crew and smug sword, you let him.

Because deep down… you had missed him.

Even the sword.

Kind of.

Maybe.

Shut up.

You didn’t say a word.

But your smile said enough.

-

Life on the Red Force was… warm.

Loud. Messy. Strangely domestic, like a floating tavern filled with glorified uncles who could burn down a navy base between drinks. The Red-Haired Pirates welcomed you like an old friend—even the swords.

You’d spent the last few days floating between conversations and clangs of steel. Fixing a chipped saber here, oiling a dagger there, dodging sentimental serenades from Shanks’ blade (“you have the softest hands of any gremlin I've ever met,” it whispered once).

They fed you well.

They teased you relentlessly.

And through it all, Shanks was…

Soft.

Not tame. Never tame. But gentle, in the way ocean waves could be. In the way someone very dangerous lets down his guard just long enough to hand you his wine glass without asking.

He didn’t press. Not really.

But you caught the way his eyes lingered when you leaned over a blade, hair tied back, fingers smudged with soot.

You caught the little gifts.

A mango (of course).

A polished whetstone with a golden fleck (“found this on Elbaf—figured it might sing to you”).

A small scrap of folded parchment, left quietly beside your bunk: a sketch. Clearly yours. Awful. Charming.

And yet…

You didn’t belong here.

Not really.

You didn’t fight with them. You didn’t drink like them. You didn’t chase bounties or lay claim to grand schemes.

You weren’t married to a cause.

You were married to swords.

To voices only you could hear. To steel that whispered and cried and made you fix its trauma with fire and patience. Your life didn’t fit into anyone’s crew.

Especially not his.

You felt it in the way you woke up before the others, cleaned your tools, touched each blade like a goodbye.

And so—

You left.

Not without a word.

Not without a goodbye.

Just… gently. At dawn.

A small dinghy borrowed. No ceremony. No fuss. Just a note left on the deck table: Thank you for the stars. I’ll see you in the steel.

And one of his coats.

Because obviously.

You were halfway to the horizon when the bell clanged on the Red Force’s deck behind you.

Footsteps pounded. Shouts echoed.

And then—his voice.

“You absolute thief!” Shanks called from the rail, half-laughing. “Is that my coat?!”

You turned on your little boat, coat three sizes too big, flapping dramatically in the sea breeze like a cape.

You gave him a lazy salute. “I’m emotionally attached now. It’s mine.”

His grin stretched so wide it cracked into something tender. “You’re coming back.”

It wasn’t a question.

You shrugged. “Maybe. If the swords don’t drag me somewhere else first.”

“They better not.”

A beat.

Then his sword whispered—clearly intending for you to hear: “He misses you already.”

Your throat tightened.

You waved again.

Then turned your back to him, sailing into the sea, the wind carrying you forward.

You didn’t look back.

Because if you did…

You might’ve stayed.

And there were still so many blades left to fix.

-

You weren’t expecting company.

The sea had been quiet, the waves steady beneath your little sailboat, Shanks’ oversized coat wrapped around you like a weighted memory. You were headed nowhere in particular—just following the quiet tug of swordsong on the breeze—when another ship approached from the side.

Small. Fast. Flying a flag you recognized immediately.

Whitebeard Pirates.

Your stomach dropped.

You sat up straighter in your boat, every sense on high alert. You’d just come from a Yonko. Did the universe think this was a game?

The ship drifted closer, close enough to see the figures aboard: big, sun-bronzed, half-laughing, half-serious men with coats slung over their shoulders and weapons that hummed in your mind.

The tall one at the front waved. “You the sword whisperer?”

“…Depends who’s asking.”

“We are,” the man said—Thatch, if you remembered your bounty posters right. “Heard you were seen near Island X. We’ve been looking for you.”

You blinked. “You… what?”

“We need your hands,” another man added—curly hair, a big grin, twin swords at his side. “Some of our blades are falling apart. The old man’s especially.”

The pit in your stomach didn’t fade. But curiosity cracked it open.

“…You came all this way for me?”

Thatch grinned. “Every sword we passed told us where to find you.”

You squinted. “They gossiped about me?”

“Loudly.”

Goddammit.

You hesitated. Then sighed, tugged your coat tighter, and stood.

“Fine. Let’s see the damage.”

—

The Moby Dick was massive.

A floating fortress. A ship that shouldn’t sail but did, with sails like wings and a figurehead that loomed like a titan over the sea.

You tried to keep your cool as you stepped aboard, senses bombarded by everything. Dozens of blades humming, chattering, excited to be near you. A few remembered you from somewhere—a tavern, a battlefield, a dream.

But all of that went quiet the second you saw him.

Whitebeard.

He was huge. No—monolithic. A mountain of a man, scars across his chest like they’d tried to fight him and lost. He stood at the helm like a storm waiting to be born, his bisento resting nearby.

Your mouth went dry.

His aura was like gravity.

And then—

You looked at his weapon.

You saw the cracks.

You saw the chips in the edge, the fractures spiderwebbing through the shaft, the ancient steel screaming like it hadn’t been given proper care in decades.

And something inside you snapped.

“Oh my god,” you said, stomping forward without thinking. “What in all the Hells have you been doing to this thing?!”

The entire deck went quiet.

Someone choked.

Someone else dropped a crate.

You barely registered it. You were too busy inspecting the blade like an outraged doctor.

“These aren’t battle scars,” you barked. “This is neglect! This blade is crying! CRYING!”

Whitebeard raised a brow the size of your entire face. “You talk to blades, huh?”

“I scold them when necessary,” you snapped. “But this one’s too tired to argue back. This is practically sword abuse.”

You dropped to your knees beside the weapon, already tugging supplies from your pack. “I need a forge. I need a space. I need—wait, that guy.”

You pointed at Marco, who had been leaning nearby, arms crossed.

“You. Flame boy. Fire me up.”

Marco blinked. “You want me to what?”

“I need phoenix heat. That flame of yours could get the steel soft in seconds. Please.”

He squinted. “I’m not a campfire.”

You locked eyes with him.

Your gaze said: I have worked with blades older than your bones. I have rebuilt swords from ash and spite. I will not hesitate to forge a blade with your pride if you get in my way.

Marco raised his hands. “Alright, alright. Flame on. Damn.”

With a burst of brilliant blue, the forge blazed to life.

You wasted no time—laying the bisento across the supports, inspecting every scar with calloused fingers, whispering soft apologies to the ancient metal as you worked.

The crew watched in stunned silence.

Whitebeard—Yonko, legend, mountain—tilted his head.

“Got a hell of a fire in you, kid.”

You didn’t look up.

You were too busy breathing life back into a blade that had only ever known war.

But under your breath, as the steel began to glow again, you muttered, “Someone’s gotta take care of you stubborn giants.”

And if Whitebeard smiled at that—just a little—

Well.

The steel remembered.

-

The forge crackled.

Marco’s blue flames roared hot and steady, licking around the base of the makeshift anvil like a spirit reborn. You’d stripped off Shanks’ coat and rolled up your sleeves, arms glistening with sweat and soot as you hammered Whitebeard’s bisento back to life.

You were in the zone—mind focused, steel singing in your hands, ancient metal crying out then quieting under your care.

You didn’t hear the footsteps.

Didn’t register the shift in air, the spark of something new joining the forge.

Until someone whistled low from behind you.

“Woah,” came a warm, slightly rough voice. “You must be the sword-whisperer Luffy mentioned.”

You paused, mid-strike.

Turned.

And there he was.

Ace.

Freckles. Fire. That casual, sun-warmed charm that clung to him like heat haze. He had a rolled-up shirt slung over his shoulder, sweat glistening on his chest, and that lopsided grin that said he probably hadn’t intended to look cool but accidentally pulled it off anyway.

“Luffy mentioned me?” you asked, returning to your work.

“Yeah. Said something like, ‘they’re weird but cool, and they yell at swords.’ Sounded about right.”

You snorted. “I prefer the term ‘blacksmith with opinions.’”

Ace stepped in beside you as Marco ducked away with a relieved sigh, muttering something about “finally getting to sit down.”

“Need help with the fire?” Ace offered, snapping his fingers and conjuring a fresh burst of heat that glowed gold-orange instead of Marco’s blue.

You blinked. “That’s… actually perfect.”

“Told ya.” He crouched down near the base of the forge, one hand outstretched, feeding the flames with gentle control. “So. Fixing Pops’ weapon?”

“Mending it,” you corrected. “It’s more than fixing. It’s listening. Healing.”

Ace gave a soft hum. “Didn’t realize blades could carry that kind of pain.”

“They do. All of them. Yours too, probably.”

He glanced at the twin knives at his hip. “They’re not talkative.”

“They’re watching,” you muttered. “They know you’re reckless but kind. The flames make them feel protected.”

Ace chuckled. “That’s weirdly flattering.”

You smiled. “Swords like you.”

“…Most people don’t.”

You didn’t answer that.

The metal sang again. You struck it with a practiced rhythm.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

The sparks danced. The fire glowed. You worked in comfortable silence, Ace beside you, steady and present.

Then, softly, he asked, “You’ve met Teach?”

You didn’t stop hammering. “Yeah. Briefly.”

Ace’s jaw tensed.

You glanced over. “He didn’t know I could hear them. His blades, though… they whispered.”

Ace’s voice was low. “What did they say?”

You paused.

Then shrugged. “They said they’re scared. That he doesn’t listen. That he collects swords like trophies. That they remember who he’s killed.”

Ace’s eyes flickered. “Sounds about right.”

You turned the blade, inspecting the glow of the steel. “Wouldn’t it be crazy,” you said softly, “if someone like him… I don’t know… killed a crewmate before he left?”

Ace didn’t move.

“Wouldn’t it be even crazier,” you continued, your voice distant, measured, “if someone—say, a hotheaded, fire-fisted older brother—went after him anyway? Ignored the warnings? Got caught. Got dragged to Impel Down. Was set to be executed in Marineford.”

You didn’t look at him.

You didn’t have to.

“Wouldn’t it be insane if he died… protecting his little brother?”

The flames didn’t move.

Neither did Ace.

The only sound was the soft hiss of metal cooling.

Then—finally—he exhaled.

Slow. Careful.

“Yeah,” he said.

Just above a whisper.

“…Crazy.”

You nodded once.

Then struck the blade again.

Clang.

Ace didn’t leave.

Didn’t say anything else.

Just kept the fire burning steady beside you—his arm steady, his eyes far away.

And for that moment, nothing else in the world mattered but steel, flame, and the ghosts you didn’t speak aloud.

-

The days aboard the Moby Dick stretched into weeks.

You never meant to stay that long—just patch a few swords, fix a legendary weapon, maybe scream at a cleaver or two and leave—but time had a way of slipping between the cracks when you were around people who fed you, laughed with you, and handed you new blades like gifts wrapped in responsibility.

Somewhere between dodging Thatch’s kitchen knives (“Don’t critique my paring dagger, you demon!”) and dragging Vista into debates about edge geometry, you’d started sailing with them. Helping. Staying.

And Ace?

Ace stayed near.

Not clingy. Not needy. But present.

Sometimes he’d help fuel your forge without being asked.

Sometimes he’d sit beside you during sunrise, shoulders just brushing, saying nothing at all.

He’d joke, smile, eat your last mango without remorse, and keep your tools safe when you fell asleep at your workbench.

And maybe… just maybe… you caught him looking at you a little too long when your hair was tied back and your sleeves were rolled up, soot streaked across your cheek like war paint.

One afternoon, you were sitting cross-legged near the prow, a stack of parchment in your lap and scissors in your hand. Ace strolled over, flopping down beside you, shirt already unbuttoned halfway like it was a lifestyle.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asked.

“Business,” you replied, tongue poking out in concentration. You held up a small slip of white paper, edges curling slightly. “Vivre Card.”

He blinked. “You’re making those?”

You nodded. “Been handing them out. Clients, mostly. Return customers. You’d be amazed how many swords want follow-up checkups.”

He squinted. “So, what—you’re just giving pieces of your soul to everyone you sharpen for?”

You shrugged. “Think of it like… a blacksmith punch card.”

Ace laughed. “So what, ten sword tune-ups and they get a free polish?”

“Exactly.”

“Did you give one to Teach?”

You grimaced. “Absolutely not. I like my soul untainted, thanks.”

Ace snorted, tipping his head back against the wood. “Y’know… Luffy told me you were magnetic.”

You paused, raising a brow. “Did he?”

“He said something like, ‘they just pull people in. You’ll see.’”

You smiled faintly, snipping another slip of parchment. “He’s not wrong.”

“You think that’s your Devil Fruit?”

“No. That’s just my vibe.”

He chuckled. “So now you’re magnetic and people can track you.”

You grinned. “Yeah. I’m basically a portable blacksmith GPS.”

Ace tilted his head, watching you. “You’re really giving people little pieces of yourself, huh?”

You looked at the slips in your hand. Crisp. Glowing faintly with the warmth of your spirit.

“…Yeah. I guess I am.”

Then you smirked. “Which means if I ever die, the sword world is gonna throw a riot.”

Ace whistled. “World’s most wanted funeral.”

You tapped one of the cards to his chest. “You want one?”

He looked at you, eyes flickering. Serious for a moment.

“…Yeah.”

So you slid it into his hand.

And he held it like it meant more than directions.

Because maybe it did.

-

Word always gets out.

Especially when it’s about you.

Somewhere between reforging Whitebeard’s bisento and collecting Vivre Card clients like trading cards, rumors started to ripple across the seas like waves off the Grand Line’s gossip engine.

And those rumors? They had a name now.

The Swordsmith of the Seas. The Blade Whisperer. The Blacksmith Magnet. (One poster called you "Sword Mom"—you tried not to be proud.)

So it was no surprise when the mail started arriving.

A pile of letters began to accumulate on the Moby Dick, handed off by curious seagulls, rogue News Coos, and at least one delivery crab. You opened them slowly, sitting cross-legged on the deck while Ace leaned against a barrel nearby, pretending not to read over your shoulder.

The first was unmistakably from Shanks.

Handwritten. Sloppy. Mango-scented.

“Heard you’re Whitebeard’s favorite now. I’m not jealous, just emotionally inconvenienced. Hope his sword appreciates you properly. Also, my other coat smells like you still. I’m not giving it back.”

You rolled your eyes and tossed it at Ace, who promptly laughed and held it up like evidence. “I knew you took one of his coats.”

“Sentimentally,” you grumbled.

The next was from Usopp. Neatly folded. Full of exclamation points.

“OMG YOU’RE ON THE MOBY DICK?!?! Tell Whitebeard I’m brave and handsome and amazing in battle. If he asks about my bounty, round up a little. Okay, a lot. Also, you’re the coolest. Please don’t forget me when you’re famous.”

You smiled. “I’d never forget Usopp.”

Ace chuckled, reading over your shoulder now. “He wants you to be his PR manager.”

“I already am,” you muttered. “He just doesn’t pay me.”

Then… the last one.

You turned the envelope over.

It was glittery.

Oh no.

You opened it slowly. Warily.

It exploded in a small, nonlethal cloud of confetti and sparkles.

Inside, in the boldest, most self-aggrandizing handwriting you’d ever seen:

YOU. ARE. INVITED. To witness the one and only, the legendary, the devastatingly handsome— BUGGY THE CLOWN!!! Live and loud, baby. Also I heard you’re good with blades. Come fix mine. Maybe make new ones. Bring a forge. Bring your ears. Bring respect. PS: I’m totally a Yonko now. No takebacks.

You stared.

Ace leaned over again. “…Is that real?”

You held it up. “It sparkled. Of course it’s real.”

He blinked. “You’re really going?”

You shrugged, stuffing the letter back into the envelope with a sigh. “Well… yeah. I gave him a Vivre Card once, back when he thought I was a birthday party entertainer. Might as well make good on the branding.”

Ace laughed, then sobered slightly. “You’re always going, huh?”

You looked at him. Softly. “I have to.”

He nodded, smiling just a little. “Then go do your thing, magnetic blade whisperer.”

You stood, stretching your arms, the wind catching your coat as you turned toward the sea.

“Welp,” you said. “Next adventure calls.”

And if Ace watched you for a little longer than usual, firelight dancing in his eyes as you stepped toward the next horizon—well.

You didn’t hear him.

But you felt it.

In every sword that hummed softly as you passed.

And every whisper that followed in your wake.

“There they go again.”

[soberscientistlife]

Saving this for me. Items possibly targeted for tariffs.

Saving this for me. Items possibly targeted for tariffs. • Bananas, Mangoes, and Pineapples (from Central and South America) • Avocados (from Mexico) • Citrus fruits like oranges and lemons (from Mexico and Spain) • Berries (e.g., strawberries, blueberries) (from Mexico, Chile) • Tomatoes, Bell Peppers, and Cucumbers (from Mexico and Canada) • Asparagus (from Peru and Mexico) Seafood (Fresh, Frozen, and Canned) • Fresh/Frozen Shrimp (from Thailand, India, Ecuador) • Salmon (from Norway, Chile) • Tilapia (from China) • Tuna (canned) (from Thailand, the Philippines) • Sardines (from Portugal, Morocco) • Mackerel (canned) (from Japan, Norway) Grains and Legumes • Rice (from Thailand, India, Vietnam) • Quinoa (from Peru and Bolivia) • Chickpeas and Lentils (from Canada, India) Nuts and Seeds • Cashews (from Vietnam and India) • Brazil Nuts (from Bolivia, Brazil) • Almonds (from Spain, Australia) • Chia Seeds (from Mexico and Argentina) Dairy Products • Cheese varieties like Parmesan, Gouda, Feta (from Italy, Netherlands, Greece) • Butter (from Ireland, New Zealand) • Yogurt (Greek-style from Greece, other varieties from Europe) Canned Foods and Packaged Items • Tomato paste and puree (from Italy) • Canned olives and olive oil (from Spain, Italy, Greece) • Canned coconut milk (from Thailand) • Canned beans (from Mexico, Central America) • Canned corn (from Canada, Brazil) • Canned anchovies and sardines (from Morocco, Portugal) • Canned fruit (e.g., pineapple, mango, peaches) (from Thailand, Philippines, Mexico) • Canned tuna and salmon (from Thailand, the Philippines, Chile) Spices and Herbs • Vanilla (from Madagascar) • Black Pepper (from Vietnam, India) • Cinnamon (from Sri Lanka) • Turmeric (from India) • Paprika (from Spain, Hungary) Beverages • Coffee beans (from Brazil, Colombia, Vietnam) • Tea leaves (from India, Sri Lanka, China) • Cocoa beans (from Côte d’Ivoire, Ghana) Oils and Fats • Olive oil (from Spain, Italy, Greece) • Coconut oil (from the Philippines, Indonesia) • Palm oil (from Malaysia, Indonesia) Alcoholic Beverages • Wine (from France, Italy, Chile, Spain) • Beer (particularly certain Mexican brands) • Whiskey and Scotch (from Scotland, Ireland) Sweeteners • Cane sugar (from Brazil, Mexico) • Maple syrup (from Canada) Condiments and Sauces • Soy sauce (from Japan, China) • Fish sauce (from Thailand, Vietnam) • Sriracha and other chili sauces (from Thailand) • Italian pasta sauces (canned/jarred) (from Italy)

[mcondance]

sweet nectarine deodorant clementine body butter pure mango butter perfume and my other lotion is sweet peach and nectar you will never out orange fruit me

[sugarcreambiteskingdom]

My Cookie Run Ships

"x" = Romantic

"+" = Platonic

Singles:

Ninja Cookie x/+ ???

Muscle Cookie x/+ ???

Alchemist Cookie x/+ ???

Star Coral Cookie x/+ ???

Peach Blossom Cookie x/+ ???

Cloud Haetae x/+ ???

Matcha Cookie x/+ ???

Rebel Cookie x/+ ???

Linzer Cookie x/+ ???

Pastry Cookie x/+ ???

Purple Yam Cookie x/+ ???

Crimson Coral Cookie x/+ ???

Wind Archer Cookie x/+ ???

Stormbringer Cookie x/+ ???

Frost Queen Cookie x/+ ???

Sea Fairy Cookie x/+ ???

Partners(Platonic):

Icicle Yeti Cookie + Snow Sugar Cookie

Gumball Cookie + Cherry Cookie

Olive Cookie + Eclair Cookie

Carol Cookie + Pinecone Cookie

Macaron Cookie + Schwarzwälder

Mala Sauce Cookie + Pumpkin Pie Cookie

Partners(Romantic):

Gingerbrave x Wizard Cookie

Gingerbright x Strawberry Cookie

Angel Cookie x Devil Cookie

Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie

Custard Cookie ||| x Strawberry Crepe Cookie

Clover Cookie x Licorice Cookie

Avocado Cookie x Wildberry Cookie

Pancake Cookie x Onion Cookie

Blackberry Cookie x Adventurer Cookie

Knight Cookie x Princess Cookie

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie x Cilantro Cobra Cookie

Street Urchin Cookie x Caramel Choux Cookie

Mercurial Knight Cookie x Moonlight Cookie

Creme Brulee Cookie x Herb Cookie

Silverbell Cookie x Sherbet Cookie

Mozzarella Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie

Burnt Cheese Cookie x Black Raisin Cookie

Vampire Cookie x Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

Peppermint Cookie x Sorbet Shark Cookie

Black Lemonade Cookie x Shining Glitter Cookie

Tarte Tatin Cookie x Oyster Cookie

Kouign-Amann Cookie x Madeleine Cookie

Prune Juice Cookie x Blueberry Pie Cookie

Captain Caviar Cookie x Black/White Pearl Cookie

Cream Unicorn Cookie x Affogato Cookie

Financier Cookie x Clotted Cream Cookie

Crunchy Chip Cookie x Tiger Lily Cookie

Cocoa Cookie x Mint Choco Cookie

Twizzly Gummy Cookie x Pomegranate Cookie

Lilac Cookie x Scorpion Cookie

Espresso Cookie x Fig Cookie

Kumiho Cookie x Werewolf Cookie

Latte Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie

Rye Cookie x Chili Pepper Cookie

Milk Cookie x Dark Choco Cookie

Ananas Dragon Cookie x Mango Slice Cookie(I just named an NPC not really my oc to be honest)

Lotus Dragon Cookie x Hydrangea Cookie

Lychee Dragon Cookie x Roll Cake Cookie

Fire Cookie x Mocha Ray Cookie

Pure Vanilla Cookie x White Lily Cookie

Hollyberry Cookie x Dark Cacao Cookie

Mystic Flour Cookie x Eternal Sugar Cookie

Cloud Deity Cookie x Spinach Cookie

Tea Knight Cookie x Innkeeper Cookie(Need a name for her 😭)

Cream Soda Cookie x Cherry Cola Cookie

Agent Jjamgjamg Cookie x Agent Olive Cookie

Starch Noodle Cookie x Flat Tofu Cookie

Canon x/+ OC's

Butter Roll Cookie x Flower Petal Cookie

Rockstar Cookie x Milkshake Cookie

Royal Margarine Cookie x Red Velvet Cookie x Rainbow Gingerbread Cookie

Almond Cookie x Cashew Nut Cookie

Elder Faerie Cookie x Sour Cream Cookie

Stardust Cookie x Aurora Cookie

Capsaicin Cookie x Taho Cookie

Pitaya Dragon Cookie x Cherry Apple Cookie

Longan Dragon Cookie x Apple Cherry Cookie

Burning Spice Cookie x Vanilla Cookie

Shadow Milk Cookie x Strawberry Jam Cookie

Silent Salt Cookie x Peanut Butter Cookie

Abalone Cookie x Nora Shell Cookie

Host Cookie x Sunflower Cookie

Lord Oyster Cookie x Black Rift Cookie

Macaroni Cookie x Spaghetti Sauce Cookie

Cheddar Cheese Cookie x Carbonara Sauce Cookie

Saffron Buffalo Cookie x Mammillaria Cactus Cookie

Yogurt Cream Cookie x Whip Cream Cookie

Walnut Cookie x Caramel Bun Cookie

String Gummy Cookie x Mocha Cream Cookie

Langue De Chat Cookie x Tyro Cookie

Cappuccino Cookie x Cheesestick Cookie

Abyss Monarch Cookie x Bubblegum Bubble Cookie

Marble Danish Cookie x Cotton Flower Cookie

[madamlaydebug]

The foods within the States that create the least amount of mucus in the body. VEGETABLES

* Amaranth greens – same as Callaloo, a variety of Spinach

* Avocado

* Bell Peppers

* Chayote (Mexican Squash)

* Cucumber

* Dandelion greens

* Garbanzo beans

* Green banana

* Izote – cactus flower/ cactus leaf

* Kale

* Lettuce (all, except Iceberg)

* Mushrooms (all, except Shiitake)

* Nopales (Mexican Cactus

* Okra seasonal * Olives (not soaked in vinegar)

* Onions

* Poke salad – greens

* Purslane (Verdolaga)

* Sea Vegetables (wakame/dulse/arame/hijiki/nori)

* Squash - except pumpkin

* Tomato – cherry & plum/roma only

* Tomatillo

* Turnip greens

* Watercress

* Zucchini

FRUITS

(No canned or seedless fruits)

* Apples

* Bananas – the smallest one or the Burro/mid-size (original banana)

* Berries – all varieties – no cranberries

* Cantaloupe

* Cherries

* Currants

* Dates

* Figs

* Grapes – Seeded

* Limes (key limes preferred with seeds)

* Mango

* Melons – Seeded

* Orange (Seville or sour preferred)

* Papayas

* Peaches

* Pear

* Plums

* Prickly Pear (Cactus Fruit)

* Prunes

* Raisins – Seeded

* Soft Jelly Coconuts

* Soursops – (Latin or West Indian markets)

* Tamarind

GRAINS

* Amaranth

* Fonio

* Kamut

* Quinoa

* Rye

* Spelt

* Teff

* Wild Rice

NUTS & SEEDS

* Hemp seeds

* Raw sesame seeds

* Raw sesame seeds /tahini butter

* Walnuts

* Brazil nuts

OILS

* Coconut oil (do not cook)

* Olive oil (do not cook)

* Avocado oil

* Grapeseed oil

* Hempseed oil

* Sesame seed oil

SPICES AND SEASONINGS

MILD FLAVORS

* Basil

* Bay leaf

* Cloves

* Dill

* Oregano

* Savory

* Sweet Basil

* Tarragon

* Thyme

SALTY FLAVORS

* Pure Sea Salt

* Powdered Granulated Seaweed -(Kelp/Dulce/Nori – has “sea taste”)

SWEET FLAVORS

* 100% Pure Agave Syrup – (from cactus)

* Date Sugar/Syrup

PUNGENT AND SPICY FLAVORS

* Achiote

* Cayenne/ African Bird Pepper

* Culantro * Habanero

* Onion Powder

* Sage

HERBAL TEAS

* Anise

* Burdock

* Chamomile

* Elderberry

* Fennel

* Ginger

* Raspberry

* Sarsaparilla

* Tila (Linden flower)

* Valerian

[cherubinym]

a pokemon i think every single (playable+ a few others) cookie in crk would have

Gingerbrave - guy that is so eevee coded

Strawberry - Cleffa/Clefairy

Wizard - Hattrem

Ninja - Froakie

Muscle - Machoke

Beet - Grotle

Angel - Flittle

Blackberry - Lampent

Carrot - Orthworm

Custard III - Morpeko

Clover - Eldegoss

Devil - Ekans

Avocado - Tinkatuff

Pancake - Emolga

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Onion - Sobble

Gumball - Veluza

Cherry - Fuecoco

Alchemist - Whirlipede

Adventurer - Pidgeot

Knight - Gallade

Princess - Kirlia

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Cream Ferret - Furret

Snapdragon - Flapple

Icicle Yeti - Cubchoo

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Snow Sugar - Cryogonal

Vampire - Golbat

Tiger Lily - Luxio

Werewolf - Lycanroc-Midnight

Mint Choco - Kricketune

Herb - Meganium

Dark Choco - Bisharp

Sparkling - Lumineon

Chili Pepper - Scovillain

Pomegranate - Braixen

Purple Yam - Granbull

Milk - Miltank

Poison Mushroom - Shiinotic

Licorice - Carnivine

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Madeleine - Blaziken

Espresso - Dusknoir

Rye - Floatzel

Kumiho - Ninetales

Latte - Mismagius

Cream Puff - Girafarig

Almond - Arcanine

Black Raisin - Corviknight

Strawberry Crepe - Metang

Fig - Leafeon

Pastry - Espeon

Red Velvet - Houndoom

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Mango - Corsola

Lilac - Delcatty

Squid Ink - Inkay

Sorbet Shark - Gabite

Parfait - Altaria

Raspberry - Lurantis

Moon Rabbit - Bunnelby

Mala Sauce - Charmeleon

Twizzly Gummy - Eelektross

Pumpkin Pie - Banette

Cotton - Wooloo

Cocoa - Dedenne

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Eclair - Ribombee

Tea Knight - Rhyperior

Affogato - MeowsticM

Caramel Arrow - Sawsbuck-Winter

Cherry Blossom - Cherrim

Wildberry - Talonflame

Crunchy Chip - Mightyena

Financier - Vespiquen

Cream Unicorn - Galarian Rapidash

Captain Caviar - Carracosta

Candy Diver - Huntail

Schwarzwalder - Stoutland

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Macaron - Gastrodon West

Carol - Gogoat

Pinecone - Forretress

Prophet - Kadabra

Milky Way - Espurr

Blueberry Pie - JellicentM

Space Donut - Elgyem

Prune Juice - Liepard

Kouign-Amann - Lopunny

Royal Margarine - Flygon

Tarte Tatin - Torkoal

Rockstar - Obstagoon

Black Lemonade - Mawile

Peppermint - Wailmer

Frilled Jellyfish - FrillishF

-

Burnt Cheese - Lucario

Fettucine - Yamask

Mozzarella - Sigilyph

Olive - Dolliv

Linzer - Dragalge

Creme Brulee - Aurorus

Rebel - Noctowl

Silverbell - Carbink

Mercurial Knight - Escavalier

Matcha - Fraxure

Butter Roll - Typhlosion

Caramel Choux - Flareon

Street Urchin - Pinchurchin

Cloud Haetae - Hisuian Growlithe

Peach Blossom - Bellossom

Star Coral - Ampharos

Nutmeg Tiger - Torracat

Smoked Cheese - Staraptor

Golden Osmanthus - Aromatisse

Red Osmanthus - Slurpuff

Choco Drizzle - Hisuian Samurott

Pudding A La Mode - Plusle and Minun

Green Tea Mousse - Chesnaught

Okchun - Mothim

Candy Apple - Dipplin

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Clotted Cream - Dragonite

Oyster - Gorebyss

Sherbet - Lapras

Stardust - Jirachi

Capsaicin - Darmanitan

Shining Glitter - Sylveon

Crimson Coral - Kingdra

Elder Faerie - Cobalion

Camellia - Vivillon

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Pitaya Dragon - Tyrantrum

Sea Fairy - Kyogre

Frost Queen - Glastrier

Black Pearl - Lugia

Moonlight - Cresselia

Fire Spirit - Moltres

Stormbringer - Raikou

Wind Archer - Tornadus-Therian

Millenial Tree - Xerneas

Dark Enchantress - Yveltal

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Pure Vanilla - Reshiram

Hollyberry - Zamazenta

Dark Cacao - Zekrom

Golden Cheese - Ho-Oh

White Lily - Floette-Eternal

Mystic Flour - Uxie

Burning Spice - Groudon

Shadow Milk - Darkrai

Eternal Sugar - Enamorus

Silent Salt - Chien-Pao

[edgessunflower]

Mango butter

Pairing: Lita x Fem reader

Description: Lita helps you relax with a bubble bath and a new lotion

Gif credits to @salirophiliac

To say you were exhausted was an understatement as you walked into your shared apartment after a long day and the last few weeks of working overtime at your job where Lita was waiting since she had the next few weeks off from being on the road and wrestling seeing the look on your face of pure exhaustion and how tensed up your body was. She gently hugged you feeling your light grip and how stiff you were before leading you to the bedroom where she gently set you on the bed before heading to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water, Epsom salt, and rose oil lighting rain water incense in the bathroom before coming back and slowly stripping you down then leading you to the bathroom and helped you climb in before you melted in the warm water turning to putty as she began to lightly pour water on you, she shampooed your hair before thoroughly rinsing and putting in a hair mask leading to her washing your body with your star fruit body wash before she massage you after rinsing your body off not leaving one spot untouched. Once the hair mask was rinsed out she let you soak in the tub before helping you out drying you off already feeling how relaxed you were from the bath and being massaged as you stood in the bedroom while she grabbed a bottle of lotion she had gotten for you earlier knowing how you liked fruity smells and this lotion would help open your pores while also hydrating and moisturizing your sensitive skin knowing how perfumes and tons of scented things made your skin react, "Listen to my voice beautiful, just relax and let me care for you" she rubbed the mango butter lotion in her hands before rubbing it over your shoulders as the soothing and light but distinct scent hit your nose making your body melt like butter as she took her time rubbing the lotion into all of your skin while gently digging her fingers into your pressure points and that only made you putty in her hands. She picked out a loose pair of underwear and a shirt top for you after the lotion completely soaked into your skin before she gently dressed you then slowly combed through your hair until it was loosely and nicely combed back leading to you laying in bed as the two of you watched TV while getting ready for bed in a comfortable silence before snuggling together, "Thank you, I love you baby" her heart swelled at your words gently rubbing her hand along your side before pulling you into a soft kiss while you watched a movie called The yards before both of you were asleep snuggled into each other's shoulders completely at ease and at peace with each other as if you were the only two people in the entire world in this moment.

[gaylordthethird]

My friend mentioned how kinda weird and varied the foods I eat are and I've been thinking and put together a list. So-

The foods I eat with arfid, but they get progressively less common as a safe food

Bread (seedy not plain) (or naan or rolls)

Potatoes (chips, mashed, baked, cubed)

Chicken

Rice (white/jasmine)

Sausage Rolls

This one specific Muesli bar

Hawaiian Pizza (sorry 😔)

Garlic Bread

Chips (crisps, salt and vinegar or plain)

Dark Chocolate

Lettuce

Peanut butter Jam Sandwiches (crunchy pb only)

Apple and Mango puree

Mangoes

Butter Chicken curry

Mango Chicken Curry

Cucumber

Capsicum (bell pepper)

Hot sauce

Pomegranate

[deliciously-vegan]

Tropical Superfood Fudge

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1 1/2 cups cashews 1 cup raw cacao nibs 1/4 tsp sea salt

1 cup cacao powder (or cocoa powder) 1/2 cup (packed) pitted dates, chopped 1 tbsp lucuma powder (optional) the cream from one can of full-fat coconut milk 1/2 cup coconut nectar 1/2 cup coconut butter 1 tsp pure vanilla extract 1 tsp rum extract 1/2 cup coconut flakes 1/2 cup dried pineapple, diced 1/2 cup dried mango, diced 1/4 cup hemp seeds the zest of two limes Grease or line an 8 x 8-inch glass baking dish. In a food processor, process cashews, cacao nibs and sea salt until powdery. Add the cacao powder, dates and lucuma and process again. In microwave or on stove-top, gently heat the coconut cream, coconut nectar and coconut butter together to soften. Stir in the vanilla and rum extract. Add this to the food processor. Process until you have a large sticky mass.  Dump mass into large glass mixing bowl and fold in the; coconut flakes, dried pineapple, dried mango, hemp seeds, and lime zest.  Transfer batter to prepared baking dish. Spread out evenly with damp clean hands and press down firmly. Chill in fridge for about one hour to set.   Cut into bars and enjoy!  (Store in fridge or freezer.)