#potion duo

[alternate-kiza]

Zoro: If I had given you a love potion when we first met, would you still love me after it wore off?

Penguin: Absolutely not

Zoro: What why!?

Penguin: First off I’m not affected by things like potions, no matter what type they are.

Zoro: But hypothetically-

Penguin: Secondly if it did work I would be too pissed that you thought you could do that

Zoro: Stupid idea

Penguin: Very stupid

[pickastitch]

i think an extremely homoerotic sloppy kiss from shelby would've fixed e!false

[stickystarspectrumtroll-ocs]

Penny: What do you call a fish with no eye?

Finley, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Penny:

Penny: fsh

[stickystarspectrumtroll-ocs]

Penny’s sitting on the floor of her room, art supplies spread out around her, messing around a little with her watercolor paints. Her stomach grumbles. Whoops. She should really go get some blood right now. As she gets ready to stand up, Finley walks in the door, and Penny puts her hands behind her back and promptly begins concentrating on making sure she stays still and keeping the hunger under control. 

“Hey Penny.” Says Finley. She’s holding a cup full of blood. “Figured you’d be getting hungry around this time.”

“How are you SO good at that?” Penny says, grinning incredulously as she takes the cup.

Finley shrugs. “I mean, it’s just simple math really.”

“Before you drink that though,” Finley adds just as Penny lifts the cup to her mouth, “I’ve got something you might want to try putting in it.” She pulls out a clear, corked vial of some transparent liquid, slightly shimmery, shifting different colors if you look close.

“What is it?” Penny asks slowly. 

“It’s a potion that makes things taste like anything you want. And I mean...anything you want.”

Penny’s eyes widen. She knows what this could mean, what she wants it to mean. “You mean...?”

“Yup.” Finley nods, smiling, with a glint in her eyes.

Penny struggles to comprehend this for a moment, wanting so SO much for this to work, wanting so SO much to hope for it, but not knowing if she should get her hopes up that far this quick, Finley’s track record with magic isn’t always reliable  after all--

“You’re sure this’ll work? Do, do we know it works on blood, or--”

“Penny.” Finley puts a hand on Penny’s shoulder. “I’ve been working on this for 3 months. And I’ve been testing it as I go. I decided when I started that I wasn’t gonna bring it to you until I was fairly certain it would work. I even did put it in some blood and try it myself today. And if we’re still not absolutely 100% certain there’s no risk here, well...it’s still worth a try, right? You’ll just have to hope for the best. Isn’t that what you’re all about?”

This is true, Penny has to admit. She takes a deep breath. “Okay.” 

They sit on Penny’s bed, and Finley uncorks the vial of potion and puts three drops into the cup of blood. If you look close, you might see some colors shift in it for a moment. Penny lifts it to her mouth, closes her eyes, and takes a long sip.

It tastes like pizza.

It tastes like pizza. 

It’s been so long since she tasted pizza. She thought she was never going to be able to taste it again. She’d started to worry she’d forget what it tasted like. But now the familiar flavors and phantom textures of tomato sauce and cheese and dough fill her mouth again, just like they were before that fateful night of her 12th birthday, and memories of a thousand joyful times as a human child come rushing back through her mind all at once, and it’s almost like she was never turned at all. Tears fill her eyes. How many times in the past two and a half years has she wished for this, how many times has she had to remind herself it’ll never happen, only now it IS happening, she can taste pizza again, she can taste pizza again just like before, she can taste all her favorite foods again whenever she wants now and--

She cries. Sobs uncontrollably and throws her arms around Finley and squeezes her tight. “YOU ARE THE BEST FRIEND EVERRRRR.” she bawls. 

Finley smiles and hugs back.

[stickystarspectrumtroll-ocs]

GUYS. Just came up with this idea at 3 AM last night and hastily wrote it down in case I forgot.

What if...Finley spends a whole bunch of time developing and perfecting some sort of spell or potion that makes something taste like anything you want, precisely so that when she finally gets it right, she can give it to Penny to put in the blood she drinks? So it can taste like pizza or cupcakes or any kind of human food she’s been missing so badly for years now thinking she’s never going to get to taste it again? And when Penny finally does get to taste pizza again, she straight up cries, just, uncontrollable sobbing, and hugs Finley super tight thanking her up and down and bawling “YOU ARE THE BEST FRIEND EVERRRRR”