partial glaze

Oscularia deltoides cutting in handmade pot signed R*

I came into a large cache of pottery the other day all by the same artist. Several were about this same 3" size with the same blue-green glaze over partially exposed natural tan earthenware. Of course I started thinking about what plants I have that could match! You will see a few more in the future using this tan Bonsai Block topping stone.

WHIPS Pt 5

A/N: This is fluff. This is such pure, sickening, tooth-rotting fluff. Your dentist would be furious with you. This is also fairly long, and builds some more character from Lucy’s side. People should hopefully start popping up, aside from their names as this continues. 

And pfffft, what, Monday? Nahhhh it’s still Sunday. Yep, still Sunday. I’m on schedule. Shh.

Also I have rough sketches of some things I described below, let me know if you guys would be interested in what I had in mind when writing them!

Natsu Dragneel is just an ordinary 21 year old trying to get by on his craft’s business, keep his landlady off his ass, and grow his friendship with his new weird neighbor Lucy. Without revealing that he’s a witch. Or his cat can fly and talk. So maybe Natsu isn’t that normal. Things take a serious left turn for him when people from his past start showing up, and he and Lucy as well as some new -and old- friends travel across Fiore trying to find some answers. But the question is, will they be happy with what they find?

Wiccan!Natsu AU

Pairings: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 6184

Rating: M

Part: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen,Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty One, Part Twenty Two, Part Twenty Three

Lucy always woke up at 7 am, no matter what day. She had ever since she was a child, her father sending the maids to gather her and ready her for private classes 7 days a week. Now it was ingrained in her, and Lucy constantly bemoaned the fact that she could never sleep in without a hint of guilt crawling up her spine when she rolled over in bed. Except now her bed felt far comfier than usual, and Lucy very much wanted to stay in it’s warmth, even if she didn’t fall asleep again. It was only when she noticed the heavy weight on her middle, and warm air fanning against the top of her head did she realize how unnatural it was. Lucy slowly opened her eyes, and shifted her hand on the smooth texture she felt beneath, fingers dipping along gentles ridges and hardness.

She was curled into a man’s chest.

A man’s bare chest.

In her bed.

Lucy slowly raised herself up, ignoring how nice the muscles on his chest felt under her fingertips or the heat that radiated from his hand on her hip that held her body flush against his. Before she saw his face, Lucy knew who she had been using for a pillow, even if she didn’t know how. Natsu. She started to suck in a breath to begin her lecture and screaming, but then she took a closer look at his sleeping form. His other hand was thrown beside his head on the pillow, his disheveled hair blending into the pink pillow case. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, muscles expanding slightly before collapsing back down. His face was peaceful, head turned towards her own and mouth open, a thin line of what Lucy could only hope wasn’t drool -though there was nothing else it could be-. He would have looked the picture of contentment if not for one small fact.

Natsu had dried tear tracks running down his cheeks.

Lucy had seen them on herself in the mirror countless times, and that was the only reason she was able to catch something so delicate and easy to miss. Whatever complaints Lucy held died on her lips, and she gently stroked her hand through his hair, lips pulling into a tentative smile when he hummed in his sleep and pushed his head more into her hand. A small chuckle escaped Lucy as she watched her sleeping neighbour, eyes cautious when his own fluttered open. He gave her a sleepy grin before his eyes widened and he froze, tensing while she continued to stroke his hair.

“I really should just make you a key,” Lucy mused out loud, pulling on a pink lock of hair when he continued to stare at her in confusion. He swallowed thickly, and Natsu shot her a wary glance as he pushed himself onto his forearms.

“You’re not, ya know, mad?” he questioned, and Lucy just shook her head. She offered a gentle smile, Lucy knew what it was like to need to not be alone. Natsu’s eyes shifted away from hers finally, looking in the direction that Lucy knew was her birdcage. “I had a bad dream,” he said softly, Lucy having to strain to hear. She cupped one of his cheeks and giggled to herself when Natsu’s eyes returned to her face in a second, shocked at her touch. She knew it was intimate, perhaps too intimate as they had only known each other for over a week, but it was too early in the morning for Lucy to care about social boundaries. She had woken up cuddled into his bare chest for Heaven’s sake.

“And my door’s always open when you do,” Lucy said softly before flicking his nose. “But my bed is not,” she continued to chide half heartedly. Truthfully Lucy knew she would never kick him out when he truly needed her, but she wasn’t quite ready for her relationship with Natsu to reach that point. Not that she was in a relationship with him. Of course not. No matter how adorable he looked with his bed ruffled hair, eyes still partially glazed, and shirtless body nestled in her sheets.

Okay so Lucy had it bad.

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CS ff: “In the Form of a Question” (ficlet)

Rating: J for Jeopardy. You’ve all been warned.

About: In which a 300 year-old fairy tale character pirate knows all the answers.

A/N: Just a snippet because I made a joke and Carley encouraged me to write the thing, and it ended up in a very fluffy place I wasn’t expecting. What can I say, I have a lot of feelings after this weekend and needed to get them out so I can return to the fic I’m currently writing. I’m tired and I did this pretty fast so there’s a good chance there are errors. I apologize for those, if they are there.


The first time he does it, she thinks it’s luck. After all, it’s a question about Peter Pan and if anyone, Captain Hook (despite all the inconsistencies in the stories) should be able to get a question about that right.

“When in the Darlings’ nursery, Peter Pan attempts to use this to re-attach his shadow,” Alex Trebek says on the television.

“Soap,” Hook responds immediately. Emma raises an eyebrow at him, even as she hears the echoed answer in the form of a question on the television behind her.

They’re scrubbing dishes after dinner while David and Mary Margaret occupy themselves with Neal and Henry.

“You have to answer in the form of a question,” Emma replies with a smirk.

“Well, that’s bloody stupid,” is his only response. They finish washing the dishes as the episode draws to a close and she forgets about it for a while.

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