Eridians cant "hold their breath" like humans do, their vents dont close completly so water can still get in, if they fall in water they drown and die. safe to say rocky is not a fan of when grace does it for fun xD
(i got the inspo for this from this fic: Enrichment by alatarmaia4, please check it out it is so funny)
i want to put my thoughts behind this: this was supposed to be a piece for pride month, titled "you were loved". the sky is the color of the aroace flag (just upside down)!
basically, i wanted to show an aroace person — an old aroace person, to be precise. being aroace myself, i am always told that i will forever be lonely and miserable if i don't get a partner. so showing grace, who is aroace to me, as old and happy and fulfilled and oh so loved by his best friend, was really important to me <3
PERSONALLY I like that the strawhats are preoccupied with their dreams ambitions and sailing the seas w their friends and don’t think romance is narratively necessary, but it’s legitimately so funny how oda was like “the old generation of pirates? biggest fucking sluts you’ve ever seen”
DannyMay Day 27: Molt
This is also posted on Ao3!!!
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“Danny,” Sam kicked his foot under the table. “Danny, your arm.”
Danny frowned at her, sandwich lifted to his mouth. “What about it?” he asked, glancing down at himself. He was wearing a jacket and a long-sleeved shirt, so it wasn’t like anybody could see anything beneath it all.
“Hurry up and fix it, already.”
Danny sighed and put down his food. He didn’t know which arm she was complaining about, but both felt fine. He wasn’t tingling like he did when parts of his skin turned translucent and green—the border between his human and ghost forms degrading, and leaking into one another.
He would know if he was, in that case. The sensation of ectoplasmic, unliving flesh superimposing itself over the breathing constructs that made up his human form was a distinctly uncomfortable one. It was quite the sight, and a markedly disturbing one, too—or so all his human companions told him.
He understood why it would be strange to look at, in theory. But he didn’t experience the unease his friends and sister did when they saw him like that. He didn’t really get a feeling about it at all.
He pulled his sleeves down, and stared at his left arm.
It looked… normal.
There wasn’t even any ghostly flesh this time! He was 0% see-through! His forearm was pale, boney, and entirely opaque, and the world was as it ought to be.
He poked at the skin of his wrist, pressing a finger into the tendons and bones there. The veins running under his skin were slightly green in color, as they had been since the portal accident. It wasn’t something someone would notice unless they were looking for it, and if they did notice—well, who was to say he didn't have a health condition?
Otherwise, the skin of his human form was exactly that: human. Perfectly as it should be.
“I give,” groaned Danny. “What’s wrong with it this time? I can’t tell.”
Sam buried her fingers in her hair, and dropped her head onto the table. Beside him, Tucker looked up from his PDA. Tucker stared at Sam for a moment, before he twitched, and his eyes darted to Danny’s left hand as if magnetized.
Tucker’s dark skin turned pale, and he swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed violently, as if he was fighting the urge to be ill. Tucker pulled his eyes away from Danny, and looked at the spot beside Sam with longing. Danny had the strangest, most certain feeling Tucker was jealous of Sam, at that moment. He desperately wanted to be where she was.
Notably, on the other side of their cafeteria table.
Danny squinted at his wrist. He pulled the cuff of his sleeve back, and watched as the last of the flesh clinging to his arm sloughed off. It fell back into his sleeve and rolled down to rest below the crook of his elbow, before disintegrating into nothing.
He still didn’t see what was wrong.
He had started molting last night, but that wasn’t much to be concerned with. His flesh would come back in a day or two, as good as new.
Slowly, Tucker reached forward to pinch Danny’s jacket sleeve, and guided his arm underneath the table. With his other hand, he grabbed Danny’s ear and pulled it until Danny was hunched low against the table, and staring deep into his eyes.
Danny was deeply, intensely confused.
“What?” he yelped. “What is it?”
Sam groaned loudly from across the table.
“Danny,” Tucker practically hissed into his ear, “your flesh is meant to stay attached to your bones. We’re not meant to see your bones! Or your tendons! Or any other parts of your body that are meant to stay beneath your skin!”
Danny opened his mouth. He blinked, and looked at his arm again.
This wasn’t the first time he’d… renewed his flesh since he’d died. He could always stop himself from doing it, and his ectoplasm would work doubletime on regenerating his missing flesh, but then his human form would start slowing down and rotting. The smell was dreadful, and just about impossible to cover up.
Surely his friends knew that by now, right? He could’ve sworn he’d told them…
But then again, Danny’s molts only happened once every other month—as far as he could tell—and the timing was off for this one. Usually he started losing flesh on Friday afternoons, not Thursday.
“I… uh. I see now,” he said, intelligently. “Hm.”
“Don’t ‘hm’ us,” Sam growled, fists slamming against the table. She had stood up to lean over the table, and in her eyes, he saw the definition of infuriation. She looked a moment away from launching herself over the table and choking him to death. “Fix it before someone wisens up and notices, you idiot!”
Shoving his hands deep in his pockets, Danny got to his feet. He backed away from the table, and subsequently, further away from Sam.
“You know,” he said, shifting his weight on his heels, “I really have to go to the bathroom, all of a sudden.” Tucker and Sam looked at him like he was the bane of their mutual existences, and he chuckled.
He loved his friends, even if they were way too worried about small things like these. It was funny how Sam thought this was an issue he could simply… will away, though. He couldn’t.
Too bad he didn’t have any powers that could affect his appearance. Even if it was only a temporary change, something like that would be handy in circumstances like this. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about someone noticing his liminality spilling into his human form.
Illusion powers, he thought wonderingly. Man, I wish I had those.
Before Tucker or Sam could say a word, Danny slipped into the crowd and left the cafeteria.
the new york times has such a great series of elevated butter noodles, if you ever want a super fast easy dinner that still feels grown up and you can emulsify pasta water + butter together basically the sky is your limit
ya got
gochujang butter noodles
peanut butter noodles
chili crisp fettuccine alfredo
miso butter noodles
any one of these + a bag of salad or whatever vegetable side you find easiest/cheapest, and you've got yourself a full meal that tastes far above the effort you put in.
I know people are reluctant to leave comments on fics nowadays, and I was too for so many years but guys once you start doing it it’s actually kind of addicting?? Like it doesn’t even have to be a long comment, it can just be a one or two sentence reaction, or a gushy love letter, and guys guys sometimes the writer will answer you and sometimes they’ll thank you but sometimes, sometimes they will gush right back at you! Sometimes they will explain why they made a choice they made in the story or help you understand a character’s motivation or headspace better and it’s like you’re getting a backstage glimpse of the magic!! And sometimes your comment will make their day and encourage them to write more and it’s just a really great feeling and I recommend it
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