you drew the pineapple!

"...and that," Asa announced in a gravelly voice, causing several children to dissolve into delighted giggles, "is why we never attempt to outsmart dragons before breakfast." A chorus of laughter followed. Anthony couldn't stop staring, because Asa looked beautiful. They always looked beautiful, obviously, but right then there was something particularly devastating about seeing them like this.

for badwolfgirlicouldkissyou over on AO3, to go with their lovely fic,

I lash out if you're in arm's reach

Other materials at the time, namely clay, would absorb flavors and germs meaning that if you ate beef off a clay plate your next meal with that plate could have beef flavor and microbes common on cow meat on it.  That would leak out seemingly at random no less.  Heck imagine a sick person coughing into their soup bowl and then months later their germs hiding in the clay would pop out to infect whole new people.

Also the earliest human use of glass we know of is for its sharpness.  Pre-historic people would use volcanic glass as sharp knives for food preparation.  Also beads.  Pretty much any new substance humans get their hands on for most of our history we immediately try to make into beads.

𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩. 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

~*~

It’s been over a year since I updated my longfic “The Forgotten Ones” 🫣

Honestly, when I started TFO, I have been so afraid of not doing GO justice with this Post-S2 attempt ... and then the Finale came - and it filled me with incredible spite. I can do it better. I WILL do it better.

Our beloved ineffable husbands will get the ending they deserved in this fic. I will do them justice. They’ll be FINE. They’ll talk (eventually, lmao).

Simon "the butcher" who keeps apologizing for not knowing better, for causing harm to the people in the room, for being rightfully angry and lashing out, turning every knob and lever and pressing that damn button because why would it work when he doesn't have any power and why didn't they just Tell Him??

Simon "the butcher" who gets teary and has the look of a hurt child on his face when ava mentions filament station and his voice trembles when he is quick to say "that wasn't supposed to happen"...

Simon "the butcher" who apologizes to the sm-13, an inanimate object, after hitting the console.

🌟 The Magnificent Mr Fell And His Feathered Boa 🐍