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expired-monster-craft-smp · 3 years

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Vibes Dream SMP members give off (in my opinion)

Dream

Barked at people in high school ironically but it became unironic real quick

Can’t cook very well but is good with a knife, especially at a fast pace

One of those kids who either purposely spells the first word wrong in a spelling bee to just be done with it right away or tries the hardest and manages to win (there is no inbetween for this heathen)

Bites ice cream with his teeth

Has snorted pixie stix far too many times and sneezed blue after each time

Eats bananas with the peels

Wears mismatched socks

Has taken a bite out of a pool noodle because he liked the texture and impulsively bit it (ADHD things✨😌)

Walks around looking extremely high but he’s just spacin out and stuck in his head

Dreams (lmao) in Minecraft and video games in general

Will flirt with anything that moves but has no idea how to respond to compliments

Makes fun of himself first before anyone else can

Has eaten an orange peel and it wasn’t that bad in his humble opinion

Wears khaki shorts

Eats the wax part of the baby bell cheese

Doesn’t actually know what genre his music taste is cause he vibes to everything

Georgenotfound

Picks at the skin on his lip when it’s dry so it bleeds and he tries not to give in by licking his lips often enough to the point where it became a habit

Wears velcro shoes because he doesn’t feel like tying them (he knows how, he just doesn’t wanna do it)

Eats peanut butter straight from the jar

Makes that disgusting “ants on a log” thing (celery stick filled with peanut butter topped with a row of raisins)

Can’t drink milk plain, it’s gotta have some sort of flavour

Can draw a perfect straight line but his circles look Terrible

Eats cheez-its like cereal without milk

Loves making little noises so much like he walks around his house doin chores and he’s just goin “memememenownownwnkwkshskshkshskhs”

Hates wearing socks

Coloured his tongue with highlighters because they’re non-toxic

Constantly tapping his feet and hands to a song/beat playing in his head

I can’t imagine this man using a bike of any sort, so Imma say he doesn’t know how

Can’t be licked by dogs because he’s used to being licked by his cat so it makes him uncomfortable

Can actually sing pretty well but gets real nervous in front of people so he fucks it up

Sapnap

No idea how to cook anything other than Mac and cheese please help this man

Meows at cats because he wants to confuse them and laughs Way too hard when he does (his laugh is like sunshine so I’ll allow it)

Would be fantastic at braiding hair Idk why

Gives the BEST fuckin hugs EVER

When singing, he makes noises for the instrumental parts too

Wanted to play the drums at one point

Really likes pit bulls but he’s more of a cat person so he loves them from afar

Only vaguely knows how to shave his face properly without hurting himself

Opportunities for him come up out of pure luck but mans is skilled for them so it works out well almost Always

Used to or currently has a skateboard and isn’t too bad

ALWAYS has bruises appearing everywhere for no reason, he doesn’t even know where 90% of them are from

Calls his friends twinks to jokingly bully them and gets away with it because he himself is not a twink

Gets sudden bursts of energy in the middle of the night and just shimmies around a bit to try and deal with it

Favours spearmint over peppermint

Arsonist

Banned from three (3) Dave & Busters in Texas

Badboyhalo

Washes his hands after doing literally anything

Likes the bird exhibits at the zoo (specifically the penguins)

Very good at cooking, best at soups and stews

If he painted his nails they would definitely be a baby blue

Overthinks very simple things and it makes him look less smart than he actually is

Drinks tap water

Probably prefers whiskey over beer

Knows how to tap dance a bit

Surprisingly good at taking and handling shots

Steady hands

Adds extra chocolate to hot chocolate

Plays sudoku and is really really good at it (only uses pen when he plays)

Everytime he sees a Himalayan salt lamp he NEEDS to lick it despite knowing it’s very salty and he’ll pull a face afterwards

Not great at Rock Paper Scissors

Wears sunglasses inside for no reason at all, he just,,,Does

Still has a stuffed animal from childhood perched on his bed

Probably tried his hand at archery

Tommyinnit

He has no idea how to use a baby voice on children or animals, so he just talks to them normally

Wears socks to bed

His fingers are double jointed

Always starts twitching if he stays still for too long because he’s gotta move around

His shoes and have different laces and it bothers everyone but himself

Doodles on himself in class when he’s bored or not paying attention

Has really good hearing, both with pitch and volume

Can’t eat tomato’s by themselves, it’s either gotta be in sauce form or with something else

FUCKING LOVES STRING CHEESE

Terrible handwriting

Favourite part of a slice of bread is the crust

Wants to paint his nails black to be cool and edgy but his hands are far from steady and he has no clue how to paint nails

Pretty affectionate with close friends (like Tubbo and Wilbur) off stream/camera

He likes pears for some reason

Wilbur Soot

Is constantly having to decide between leaving his hair as is or shaving all of it off

He also thinks about adding some colour but never actually does

Most tea is gross to him

Everytime he puts a breath mint thats circular in his mouth, he pretends it’s a pill and he’s taking drugs because he thinks that’s funny

He does that vacant state as a joke but that really what he looks like when he’s spacing out

Likes to aggressively flirt with his male friends but if his female friends flirt with him, he gets a bit flustered

Has probably accidentally swallowed a guitar pick

Once drank two entire jars of pickle juice

Bonks his head on anything and everything

He has broken a pair of glasses by walking face first into a pole outside

Thinks kinetic sand is fun

Has passionate arguments with others about trivial and random topics like chicken feet

Can open a beer bottle with his teeth

Would accidentally pop and swallow a bracket if he had braces

Tubbo

Hates sharp cheddar cheese

Everytime he learns a new word it’s in every sentence he says for the next week or so

Ate candle wax for a dare once

Doesn’t know how to tie a tie and will probably never learn

Wanted to do ballet at one point but decided not to

He has eaten multiple flowers for absolutely no reason other than wanting to know how they taste

Starts vibrating if he’s too excited

Used to bite his nails

ABSOLUTELY DESPISES MUSTARD

Has eaten paper and says it doesn’t taste that bad

Enjoys telling his friends how much they mean to him (this has resulted in Tommy and Wilbur crying on a few seperate occasions)

Spaces out a lot and doesn’t often pay attention to his surroundings

Gets lost inside of Best Buy’s

Likes s’mores but doesn’t properly understand how to make them

Technoblade

Learned to cook purely out of spite and found it’s actually pretty fun

Constantly getting smacked in the face by trees when walking outside

Really likes apple pie

Everytime he looks at potatoes he thinks of all the hours he spent trying to win the potato war

Starts things as a joke and gets too into it

Doesn’t like the taste of most energy drinks

Has rubbed salt and lemon juice into an open wound to just,,see how it felt (he did it once and Hated it but did it again because he forgot what it felt like)

Sometimes hates how quiet he is because everyone he knows is loud and talks over him

Despite how he is portrayed in the Dream SMP, he is extremely loyal to his friends and would kill for them

Over seasons his food because he can’t taste it otherwise

Really good balance

Doesn’t like to wear bright colours, but still enjoys wearing colours

Good at knitting

Quackity

Actually fairly quiet when off camera

Will accidentally use Spanish grammar while speaking English sometimes

Country music confuses him

Doesn’t really like kids but they really like him

Can’t dance

Hardest drugs he’s ever done is second hand smoke from a cigarette and children’s Tylenol

His favourite jolly ranchers are the red and blue ones

He uses lighters as fidget toys basically

Will have a breakdown, take a bubble bath, and call himself the self care king

Dehydrated

Wants a pet rat but he already has a cat and doesn’t wanna risk anything

Constantly questions why his main source of income is playing Minecraft with two 16 year olds

Karl Jacobs

Probably ate a spider once

Would wear those socks that are like gloves for you feet where it separates all the toes

Eats ravioli straight from the can, cold

Can answer an incredibly complex math equation fairly easily but will stumble over 12x11

Loves kids so much and speaks to them in a soft voice

Tried making ramen in a coffee pot and broke it

Drinks 2 monster energy drinks a day on average

Likes to open walnuts with his teeth but doesn’t actually eat them

The embodiment of that one John Maulany joke where he says you could spill soup in his lap and HE’D apologize to YOU

Loves physical affection so so much!!!!

If he moves his wrists in a certain way, they pop Really Loudly

Fantastic at making cookies

Fundy

Lowkey actually a furry but more on like, a cat boy level than fursuit level

Drives a Honda Civic

Likes ABBA

Adds parsley to almost anything he makes food-wise

Loves garlic bread so much, he’d commit a federal crime for it

Middle child vibes

Decent at skiing

Good at singing but isn’t terribly confident

Seems responsible at first glance but in reality he’s pretty chaotic and childish

Bad at spelling

Always cuts his nails way too short so they always feel weird/hurt

Likes bracelets and rings

Thinks pastel colours slap

JSchlatt

Despite the character he plays, he’s actually really sweet

He’s genuinely that cryptic off camera as he is on camera

Can cook but chooses not to most of the time

Would probably say “what pussy size you wear” to anyone who asks him to buy pads

Not actually as intimidating as he appears to be

Lowkey would fight a child

Shuts down when someone compliments him, often using aggression as a front because holy shit they just called him handsome and kind what the Fuck-

Jokingly says his license is suspended but in all actuality he never got his license in the first place

He has two (2) extra teeth but they don’t need to be removed so he kept them

Has a stick n poke of a stickman on his ankle he got in high school

Likes physics

This is already very long, and I still plan on adding more.

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shualogy · 4 years

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in the city of angels | joshua

⟹genre: angst? maybe a little bit of fluff? mostly angst?

⟹pairing: joshua x female y/n

⟹warnings: cheating, guilt, mentions of non explicit sexy times, mentions of alcohol

⟹word count: 1.7k

⟹summary: Joshua moves to Korea but you try to make it work.

⇒ author’s note: this imagine is heavily based off of la la lost you by niki (the acoustic version>>>>>) the lyrics are italicized and in brackets and I highly recommend listening to the song while reading to make it hurt more,, just want to say who HURT me ,, anyways I hope you enjoy

[While I’m on sunset are you on the subway?]

You breathe in the salty ocean air and release it through a sigh. Wiggling your toes in the sand, you lean forward to hug your knees. The sea breeze gives you a chill and you pull your jacket tighter around your body.

You wonder what time it is over there, if he’s heading to practice or a concert or some other scheduled event right about now. Snapshots of you and Joshua flash every time you close your eyes. The time you went stargazing together during the summer and talked for hours. The hot summer days you spent marathoning anime in his bedroom and the popcorn fights that would lead into sweet kisses and giggles. The times where he would practice playing the guitar, humming random melodies while you read a book and glanced at him every so often. The days of sneaking around and stealing quick kisses in empty supermarket aisles or at empty bus stops. The evenings of dancing in your kitchen while baking cookies or trying to teach him how to cook which ended with burnt pots and pans and empty take out containers piled in the trash. The nights of scary movies that turned into cuddles and pillow talks. The day he was scouted. The day he left.

[You would know if you stayed

You would know if you put up a fight]

You promised each other to call everyday. You would send him letters and videos when he was too busy to call. “Y/N look at this dog I found!” or “I saw this today and it made me think of you” texts would wake you up. Good mornings, I love you, I miss you voice messages tasted bittersweet leaving your mouth. Your mornings were his nights, his nights were your mornings. You would spend your early mornings trying to help his mind calm down from the fears that kept him awake and he would spend his early mornings wishing luck and encouragements for you.

However, life inevitably caught up to the both of you. With you starting school and his training becoming harder, calls became less frequent. Soon the only texts that were exchanged were a curt “goodnight, love you.” Both of you fell into an uncomfortable silence. It was nothing like the silence you would fall into when you would be laying in his lap and he would be playing with your hair. It was a deafening roar of a love that had begun to burn out.

With a break from his training coming up, you promised to call him. You look at the time, making sure it was early enough for him not to be in practice nor too late to keep him up at night. You opened up your laptop, nervous but excited as the skype tones rang.

“Y/N? What’s up? Did you need something?” He looked terrible. His eyes looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“No I was just calling you like I promised to since you’re on a break. So how’s training been, have you had good food lately? I read this book the other day and I can’t wait to tell you about it and-”

“That sounds really good babe but I’m kind of in the middle of practice.”

You paused. “I thought you were on a break?”

He sighed, and ran his hand through his sweaty hair. “I was supposed to be but evaluations are coming up and I need to work on this one choreography.”

A little hurt that he forgot, you bit your lip then said, “Oh I can just call you when you’re done with practice if that’s ok-”

“I don’t know what time I’ll be done, it might be late for you.” He cut you off.

“I can stay up, I don’t mind. Is everything okay?” You could hear the bass of muffled music in the background. You could hear yelling and every so often Joshua would wince at the loud sounds.

“Joshua? You can tell me anything, we’re in this together remem-“

“Of course nothing is okay!” He explodes. He runs both of his hands through his hair, resting on them as angry tears gathered in his eyes.

“We aren’t in this together anymore! I’m the one who moved across the globe to become a trainee in a group that I don’t even know will work out! I’m tired and exhausted and God, Y/N I knew this was going to be hard but I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

As the screen became blurred with the tears in your eyes, you ask with the smallest voice, “Joshua what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I can’t do this anymore.”

[Your toes turn blue in winter, I'm gettin' red, rum]

Weeks pass and suddenly it’s winter. It’s been awhile since you’ve talked to Joshua, both of you deciding you need a break from each other indefinitely. Your friends drag you out to a house party, saying it’ll be good for you to get out of the house. You head over to the kitchen with your friends to grab a drink. Someone hands you a red cup with god knows what and you throw your head back as the drink burns as it goes down. The warmth quickly spreads through your body, beginning with your chest. Satisfied, you head outside to get some fresh air.

Over in Korea, the snow has piled up and the temperature is at a record breaking low. Joshua exhales, pulling his scarf tighter around him as his breath forms a cloud. He sees some lights across the river and thinks, Oh I should take a picture for Y/N, she would love this. But then he remembers. Then he regrets.

[I’m missin' our drunken 2 A.M. strolls in K-Town]

“Joshua shhhhh we’re gonna get caught!” You giggled as you tugged your boyfriend’s arm out your back door. He stumbles out the door and laughs. With a smile, he plants a kiss on your lips.

Somehow, the two of you ended up wandering the streets of Korea town. Warm with the alcohol in your system and with the warmth of your boyfriend, the universe seemed to fall into place.

You shake your head. No, that’s the past. It’s a chilly night out and you curse yourself for not bringing a jacket. Shivering, you let out a deep sigh and ignore the heat in your cheeks as tears being to well up in your eyes.

“Hey you seem cold, you can borrow my jacket if you like?” You turn and meet eyes with someone new.

[And fuckin' on Brooklyns in Brooklyn Your Chelseas in Chelsea Hope that eases the pain, so you remember to miss me]

Tired of training, tired of working, tired of everything, Joshua heads out to a party being thrown by someone’s friend’s brother. He didn’t know who but he didn’t care.

Joshua knows this is wrong. He knows he could get in so much trouble for this. But in the moment, with her lips on his and his hands on her hips, it doesn’t matter to him. He ignores the nagging voice in his head that tells him he could get caught. He ignores how her hands aren’t like yours and how his body doesn’t fit with hers like a puzzle piece. He ignores that she doesn’t kiss him the way you did. For now he just needed something, someone to get you out of his mind.

[And you sold your car, now you walk for miles Bet your feet feel numb]

Joshua wakes up the next morning with a headache and his heart still empty. He sits up in bed, replaying the events of last night. His mouth tastes sour but not from the alcohol. Sighing and ignoring the gnawing feeling at his chest, he chugs a glass of water and gets ready for the day. The dorm is almost empty, save for a few members still milling about. He decides to head out early for practice to give him some time and space with his thoughts. He takes the long way, walking through parks and neighborhoods to try to get the guilt out of his system.

[All my demons run wild All my demons have your smile In the city of angels, in the city of angels]

As nice as it sounded to go home with the stranger you met at the party, you and Joshua haven’t officially broken up yet. But then you start to see the stranger everywhere. At school, at work, and you begin to wonder if you’re being tempted, if the universe is saying it’s time to move on. He makes you laugh, smile, all of these things you’ve been missing in your life. However, you still remember Joshua. Your Joshua. You remember the way his lips turned up at the corners and how you could tell when he wanted to kiss you. And he would. Over and over again. You decide to go for a walk to clear your mind. You pass by the streets you used to walk with Joshua and wonder when they began to change.

[Hope it holds you like I do While my demons stay faithful In the city of angels]

“Shua-hyung, is everything okay? You’ve been off lately.” Chan asks as they stretch before dance warm ups. Seungkwan elbows the younger who is oblivious to Joshua’s situation.

“Everything is fine” Joshua assures him. Everything is in fact, not fine. Guilt threatens to swallow him whole but he pushes it aside. He came to Korea to train and become an idol. He’s realizing how selfish he’s been, and how selfish he has to be if he wants to make this work. Although the lump in his throat stays, he bottles all the other feelings down. He knows what he has to do. And he hates himself for it.

[Pretty little white lies got me good Thought this was love, I was misunderstood]

You pick up your phone and to your surprise, it’s Joshua.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, hey it’s been awhile.”

You bite your lip wondering if he’s finally decided what future of two of you looked like.

“What’s up Joshua?”

“Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

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[If I'm honest, I'd call, but I'm trying to let go]

You’re devastated when you get your exam score back. You could have sworn you studied everything the professor gave you but still, you failed. That’s how school has been lately. College has become a new type of hard and you aren’t used to failing so often. Tears blur your eyes as you cry in frustration about your grades. You pick up your phone, knowing exactly who can comfort you, who knows what to say. But you never press call.

[And I hope you're happy, livin' life in taxis But you'll always have me, you'll always have me]

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.” Sighing, Joshua tells you about that winter night. You can hear the regret in his voice.

You’re angry and hurt but also realize that you’ve grown so far apart. You’re relieved and heartbroken but maybe it’s for the best. Your words don’t meet his ears and his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s been like this for far too long. You’re tired. He’s tired.

“Maybe it’s best if we don’t talk anymore Josh,” you said in between hiccups. You swallow the lump in your throat and ignore the the bone crushing feeling in your chest.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, I truly am. Thank you for the love and memories. I wish you the best, Y/N.”

“Goodbye Joshua.”

If you thought about it hard enough, your fingertips could feel the fuzz of his cheek. If he thought about it hard enough, he could smell your shampoo and feel the pads of your fingertips against his cheek. However, you couldn’t reach each other.

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[And I hope you're happy, livin' life in taxis But you'll always have me]

It’s been 5 years since you last talked to Joshua. After some time, you began to date again but no one quite made you feel the swelling in your chest that you longed for. It’s okay though, you’ve become content with the life you’ve made for yourself. You heard Joshua debuted in a group called seventeen and as much as it hurt, you couldn’t help but smile and be happy for him. You’d still feel a pang in your chest everytime someone mentioned him. You wish things didn’t turn out this way.

You look back over the water and watch as the sun kisses the ocean goodbye. You get up, deciding it’s time to go home. You wipe as much of the sand as you can off of you. After taking one last glance of the fading sun, you take a deep breath and turn around to walk back to your car.

“Y/N?”

“Joshua?”

Your heart begins to swell.

[you'll always have me]

#joshua #joshua hong #joshua angst #hong jisoo #jisoo #angst #i am Sorry #but not really #joshua oneshot #seventeen one shot #seventeen joshua #joshua scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen aus

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mothmansrevolt · 4 years

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LU girl Scout 2 au electric boogaloo

i gotta lot of stuff on four cause ive been writing a fanfic off and on. I keep forgetting the different Karen names as well.

⦁ They meet in a barn on Lon Lon Ranch or in the park. Time keeps a whiteboard of running rules and ideas. Many of these include things the group is not allowed to do. ⦁ All of them involve fire. ⦁ One of them is a rule banning certain people, Dark is definitely on his list as well as a tentative rule on Shadow. Anyone named Karen who enters the barn will immediately be exterminated. ⦁ Dark and Shadow have an emo band with actually good but really edgy music? ⦁ This band has no set name but does have a youtube channel called _Cracked_Mirror_ ⦁ Four is the camera man and often appears VERY confused in the background music videos. They make music and vlogs and Kaaren disapproves. ⦁ Four and Hyrule are local cryptids. Twilight is the cryptid tamer. Wild is believed to get you an autograph from the cryptids for five bucks. Legend is halfway a cryptid halfway a nuisance. Time is the ultimate cryptid. At least six different paranormal teams have come after them and have all found evidence surrounding the troop. There is currently a blog run by Legend and Warriors about the evidence surrounding the troop and it is extremely ludicrous ⦁ "Kazoo Kawaii" is a patch they all have and regret immensely ⦁ Hyrule has a GPS keeping track of him. He doesn't use it because he enjoys exploration. Four often has to go with Twilight to grab him. Its not uncommon to see a disgruntled guy in overalls being trailed by a tiny child stomping through the woods. ⦁ Unofficial patch "clapping ass cheek run" is the reason why Wind is not allowed to make patches anymore. Only Legend owns this patch and is VERY proud. Warriors is salty. ⦁ "best mom" is a patch they made just to give to Malon. She cried and hugged them all. ⦁ Tetra is perpetually confused by girlscouts. Her and her gang of 'pirates' aid Wind in his quest to be the very best girlscout that no one ever was and it is not helping nor working in the slightest. ⦁ Tetra is banned from helping directly after a patch for tracking led to them all stalking a prominent citizen and accidently bringing into the light a huge affair that destroyed the entire company. ⦁ Karen actually has partial legal gaurdianship over Four. Nobody knows how. Four's grandfather has many friends in town keeping the word from getting to Karen. ⦁ Vaati and Octavo are Karen's sons who have no idea what the fuck is going on but do know they are related to Four. They don't really get along, its very tense but the brothers do actively keep Four away from Karen because they don't like their mom and they feel kinda bad. It becomes a bad game of Karen after Four in two different ways. give this poor child a break please ⦁ They have a running deal of Vaati driving Four around in exchange for cookies. ⦁ People think the Links are very different from their girlscout counterparts. Its very confusing. The Karen squad only knows that Twilight, Legend, and Warriors are actually Links. ⦁ Sky volunteers at the local bird shelter and is absolutely thriving. His community service patches are earned there. ⦁ People do not fear the links, they fear the hylia scouts. They have teamed up on local bullies who go after their friends and beat their asses in skirts. ⦁ Sky is the most feared because he pulled the master knife on someone once when they threatened his friends and were insulting them. Nobody makes the tiny ones sad. no one. ⦁ The 'master knife' is just a really rad swiss army knife thats exremly good and hard to use. ⦁ The goddess bow is a slingshot. ⦁ All of the links are masters at these weapons. ⦁ Malon works full time at the farm but used to work in child social services for a good few years. She is actively keeping Karen away from Four as well and its the reason why Four became so close to her family and Twilight was allowed to babysit him. ⦁ Yes Four is old enough to stay home alone. No this is not good idea hence Twilight and Wild. Wind is also old enough to stay home alone and will often watch Aryll and hang at Four's house. ⦁ The town "minish" is actually a huge group of mice, like somehow highly trained mice that has collectively adopted Four. Do not upset Four. You will find mice will regret this. ⦁ Forest minish are a collection of mice and racoons. They have also adopted Four. ⦁ Ezlo will attack people if need be. He also tends to 'talk' a lot in place of Four, which often involves him squawking and chirping loudly at whoever. Four translates as he chooses. ⦁ Wolfie is more wolf than dog, may even be just a full on wolf. nobody, not even animal control, knows. ⦁ The Links get around through bicycles just because their numbers inconvenience the Karens' minivans. Half can't even effectively ride a bike so really its just them walking everywhere with the bikes or lying face down on the road. ⦁ Some of the bikes are bedazzled. ⦁ The karens will compare themselves to the three golden goddesses which is a big no no to many. ⦁ Twilight is undecided on his major but is leaning to learning agriculture and business to help the family farm. ⦁ Wild plans to go into cooking! he's a damned good one to. ⦁ There's a special order on the secret cookie list that is just homemade cookies from Wild. There's also pot brownies from who knows. They just kind of show up? There isn't that much pot in them? Malon is freaking out over this. There's a running bet among the scouts, many think its Tetra. ⦁ Everyone has a special blanket at Lon Lon Ranch and they all basically live there ⦁ Four is really ahead in school and doesn't understand the concept of summer. Even though he and the 'girls' go to girl scout summer camp. He just thinks you are in school all year because he just continues lessons all year. ⦁ Sky is thought to be the biggest lesbian (next to Warriors) because he won't shut up about how much he loves his girlfriend. Alternatively everyone thinks Zelda is cheating on Sky with... Sky... ⦁ They have to refer to themselves out of uniform as Link. Usually they use their nicknames when alone together or with the farmers in the surrounding area, because the farmers know. they know all. ⦁ There's an "annoy a karen for a day" patch. ⦁ they have twenty. ⦁ Each. ⦁ Warriors is on a lot of sports team and is captain of all of them. Time is coach of the football team even though he has never played football. They have gone to nationals so many times. ⦁ Four, while not actively in “legit” highschool, still often hangs around the campus much to the hate of the security guards. they can never catch him. Its often that a teacher will turn around and realize Four has joined them in the .5 seconds they weren't looking. ⦁ Every week there's an extremely awkward dinner between the troops in the area where Time struggles to upstage the karens. Wild cooks backup food because Time can't cook, Malon refuses, the karen's only bring really bland food because apparently spices aren't a part of their diet. Wild cooks some damned good vegan food for the Karens ⦁ Time owns a "Proud Scout Dad leader" shirt that he wears everywhere. He also has a mug with #2 dad. Ezlo is #1 dad and Time is fine with this. They also always get family discounts wherever they go.

#lu girlscout au #linked universe #linkeduniverse #pta au #girl scouts #au #god this is so stupid #I FORGOT TO MENTION DAVE #fi is just siri #sky's phone case has a holder for the master knife #aka Legend used ducktape and a selfie stick to create the master sword #poor four #such family drama #will I ever finish the fanfic?#no #Dave is just a wagon. he's iconic

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itsmekimmateo · 4 years

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KEEP WARM and EAT SOUP

Hi everyone! Annyeonghaseyo! (안녕하세요)

I love food, I love Korean cuisine and their spices. I went to Korea twice and the food is unforgettable. And today I will share my favourite Korean soup: Haemul-sundubu-jjigae!

In the Philippines, Korean restaurants are very trendy and a lot do offer meat-all-you-can bbq of pork and beef. A lot of people enjoy this style of restaurant because of the idea of cooking your own food right at your table and savouring all the flavour while it’s hot and freshly cooked. I love kimchi and their other side dishes (banchan).

With all these meat, it is best paired with their soup. Korean soup is amazing and very flavourful. It’s very comforting and perfect for the cold weather. They have a lot of yum soups but this particular one I will never forget, the Haemul-sundubu-jjigae or Spicy soft tofu stew with seafood like clams, squid, shrimp, octopus etc.

I have tasted this soup several times in the Philippines and Korea and truly I can say it’s worth sharing here. I love soft tofu and seafood and this dish caught my taste buds!

So why is it called sundubu-jigae? Here’s a little translation:

Haemul: Seafood

Sundubu: Soft Tofu

Jjigae: Korean Stew

Sundubu-jigae is a soup in Korean cuisine. It is traditionally a bit thick soup and usually paired with a bowl of cooked white rice or sticky rice and other side dishes.

Before I start, I would like to give a full credit to Maangchi and her youtube video for teaching me this recipe and how to do it the authentic way.

The RECIPE

For the Stock:

12 dried anchovies

⅓ cup of kelp

half white onion

5 cloves of garlic

For the Soup:

5 shiitake mushrooms (slices)

5 cups of water

100 grams of pork cubed

1 cup of mixed seafood

2 green onions (chopped)

1 green chili pepper (chopped)

2-5 tbs of hot pepper flakes

1 tbsp vegetable oil/olive oil

1 tube of soon du bu

2 tbs of fish sauce

1 egg

Equipment list:

pot

cutting board

chef’s knife

strainer

bowl or earthernware pot (ttukbaegi)

spatula

PROCEDURES:

Making the Stock:

In a pot, pour 5 cups of water. Add the dried anchovies(intestine removed). Add dried kelp, shitake mushrooms, cloves of garlic and half onion.

Cover. Put into boil over high heat for 10 minutes. Lower heat to low medium for another 20 minutes.

Strain the stock and set aside. Save the shitake mushrooms. Discard the others.

Making the Soup:

Heat oil in another pot and the cubed pork. Stir and sear for 2 minutes.

Add shitake mushrooms.

Add 2 tbs – 5 tbs (¼ cup) of hot pepper flakes and keep stirring for 1 minute.

2 tbs—mild 3 tbs—medium 4 tbs—hot 5 tbs (¼ cup)-really hot

Pour 2 cups of stock to the pot. Add the seafood and cook for 1 minute.

Add fish sauce.

Add the soft tofu( cut into half) and squeeze it out. Break the tofu with a spoon. Let it boil.

Add the chopped green onion and chopped green chili pepper.

Crack 1 egg and serve hot.

And tadaaa! It’s done :)

SENSORY EVALUATION

Sense of sight: The color of this soup is mainly orange-red because of the red hot chili pepper on it. It also signifies it is spicy not just because of the color but also of the green chili pepper. It looks very bright and appetizing because of the seafood and the soft tofu.

Sense of smell: It smells very savory because of the seafood and a little bit pungent or fishy because of the anchovy stock. It’s rich and briny.

Sense of taste: This soup is very savoury. It’s very rich because of the egg, seafood and tofu. It also spicy but mild. It has this umami and distinct flavor because of the dried anchovies, fish sauce and kelp but also refreshing because of the seafood added to it.

Sense of touch: The texture of the ingredients is mainly delicate because of the tofu. The seafood are also soft and tender. The shitake mushroom is bit chewy but still tender. The green pepper has a little bit of soft crisp too.

Sense of sound: This soup does not present much sound to it. It’s not crunchy but more on the softer smooth side of soup but the ingredients like the pork, squid and octopus still produces texture to it therefore a sound of bite to it.

THE TASTE from FRIENDS:

I get to invite my two friends to taste the soup I made.

This is Rhona and Sze. They said the soup is very flavorful and yum. The seafood complements the soup. They also mentioned that the saltiness is just right and the level of spice is mild which does not overpower the overall flavor of the soup.

THE EXPERIENCE

And this is me. I can say this soup was a success! I love it and I was happy my friends liked it. This is my first time getting the flavor from the authentic korean dish. I had the right ingredients and a reliable source of the recipe. At first, I was a bit worried because of the smell of the stock while boiling. It’s smells really strong and not very pleasant but as I go along and adding the remaining ingredients the flavor and the aroma builded up.

I am glad that it turned out to what I want it to be. It’s perfect for the winter weather. I have tried this dish before but I failed with the flavor because the ingredients were not readily available. I learned that in order to get the authentic taste you want, get the right ingredients and not just the substitutes cause it will really make a big difference on the taste.

And for this time, I can say that this is worth-sharing. I will definitely use this in the future and would love to share this dish to everyone!

REFERENCES:

Image. Booky on Instagram. Retrieved from https://www.instagram.com/p/BccVLi5nXtt/

Haemul-sundubu-jjigae Recipe. Maangchi. Retrieved from https://www.maangchi.com/recipe/soondubu-jjigae

Sundubu-jjigae. Translation. Retrieved from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sundubu-jjigae

All Other Photos are taken by me. :)

#sundubu #koreanfood foodie chefslife korea

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The Best Day Forever Chapter 1 (Edited)

But I am wrong. It begins with me, in a nice suburban house doing my own thing going about my day. I guess I live here? I don't know who I live with or if I live alone but I encounter neighbors and friends (I don't remember specific interactions). I don’t even know how I got this beautiful house OR what town it’s in. It’s like someone created me and my life, peppered in some aspects of my personality and memory and dropped me into it. So I wake up in my? bed.

I wake up, make myself breakfast, and acquaint myself with my neighborhood. As if I haven’t lived here for quite some time-- judging off of the bills I have sitting on the counter waiting to be paid. I open the front door. It’s a big wooden door with a little window that has decorative iron bars encasing it. Whoever designed this house did a damn nice job. I admire my front door as if I’ve never seen it before. As I step out onto my front porch I am greeted by a symphony of wildlife and a beautiful panorama of the forest. This was an intentional design point of the house. The way the forest sits inside of the frame of my porch is so perfect that it must be deliberate. The facade of my house faces a dense forest but I do have neighbors on either side of my property.

To the left I see a mother herding her 3 kids into her minivan, well trying at least. One of the kids is running around screaming; wearing only one flip flop on. The other kid has dropped her bookbag on the ground. The third sits strapped into the car quietly. “Brandy stop moving and put your damn flip flop on, we’re going to be late!” the mom corrals her child into the van.

I chuckle and breathe in the crisp morning air as it mingles with the scent of my piping hot coffee. The house to the right is a bit smaller and nobody seems to be home. After I finish my coffee, I go back inside and look at my schedule. It’s my day off.

I text my girls, Iz and Cree to see what they’re up to. I guess they also live in the area. Whatever the area is. The girls arrive and we set up camp in my warmly-lit living room. A low-budget Netflix horror movie plays in the background as we sip our Rosé.

“So how’s Carter?” I ask Iz.

“He’s good, he’s interviewing for a job at a new dealership as a sales manager”

“Good for him, I wish him luck in all his managerial endeavors” I say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Phoenix---How’s your love life??” She did it. She asked the dreaded question.

“Heh, funny you should ask… You would probably have an easier time finding a human being on Mars than I would finding a lover. ” Wow, I’ve actually lost count of how many times I’ve answered that. Me? Jaded? Never. Just realistic. I have too much going on to focus on finding someone right now. That’s what I tell myself at night when the loneliness hits.

“Unfortunately my lover either doesn’t exist or doesn’t want me.” I add. You can practically see my dignity leaving the room.

“Sometimes you just gotta ride the wave alone...” Cree-- who appears to be catatonic on the couch-- mutters from beneath a blanket.

“Facts” Iz and I say in unison.

We finish a bottle of wine and cook some ramen. I never eat Ramen, I can’t stand it. But Iz and Cree love it so I guess that’s why my cabinets are stacked with the stuff. Either that or I am preparing for the inevitable collapse of our organized society. In that case, I know for a fact that I won’t go hungry. There’s so many packets of chicken flavored instant noodles hiding in my cabinets that I could feed a tribe in the post apocalyptic world.

The fragrance of the salty noodles dances with the incense that burns in the living room. The sound of a woman being possessed by the devil blares from the tv speakers.

“Haven’t we watched this movie already?” Iz clearly isn’t into it. “Probably, but all Netflix horror movies are the same. They usually end up as white noise anyway.”

“I like it.” Cree chimes in

“If Cree thinks it’s a good movie, then obviously it’s a good movie Iz.” Sarcasm.

“Cree said Suicide Squad was her favorite movie. She cannot be trusted to judge a good movie!”

“Everyone thought that movie was so bad but y’all just don’t appreciate good art.” Cree stands firmly by her decision.

The movie concludes with the predictable ending where the antagonist--who has succumbed to demonic possession-- is cleansed of evil through a dramatic exorcism. The entire house that the movie is set in is destroyed. This forces the traumatized family to move out of the beautiful home they recently purchased. The movie ends on a cliff-hanger where a new family moves into the very house--which has now been repaired--in hopes to start a life. Boring.

The girls leave at about 11 pm. I take a quick shower and pour myself a glass of seltzer. Nights like this are ideal for stargazing. Not a cloud in the sky and cool enough to have the windows open in the house. Apparently, I missed my mark. I open my door to a rather jarring sight. Expecting the usual chirping of the cicadas and a star speckled sky; I am met with a rising sun. The sky is not an 11 pm sky it’s a 6 am sky. I’m confused and kind of scared. My mind starts to race. How drunk did we get last night? It was just a few glasses of wine not enough to black out the entire fucking night. I text Cree and Iz. No response. I figure they’re sleeping.

My phone says 5:47 am on Saturday, 7/23. My day off is Saturday, which would be the 23rd. Saturday was yesterday. I turn on the TV to verify the date and News 12 confirms my fear of today’s date, 7/23. The annual family cookout is being held tomorrow at the park. 4 pm sharp, don’t miss it! Did I skip work yesterday? No way, I would’ve gotten a call. My head is spinning at this point and I decide to lay down for a bit.

The sound of the news 12 anchorwoman echoes in my head. “This weekend is going to be a hot one. Anyone planning on traveling west towards the coast should take care to leave a little bit early because of heavy delays along all major highways.”

I drift in and out of consciousness and finally give up. I’ve watched the sun rise through the skylight that is fixed above the couch. That big ball of fire has climbed straight into the center of the skylight. The big ball of fire is blinding me. The time is 8:30 according to my phone. I barely slept a wink. My mind was too busy trying to figure out if I was going batshit or if I was actually trapped in a temporal loop. I mean, that would be cool because then that would mean that time loops do exist but not cool because of the fact that I would be caught in one by myself.

My phone buzzes to life with a message from Iz. “What are you talking about? Ladies night didn’t happen hunny.” I’m wigged.

“Must’ve dreamt it! We need a night soon, hunnies.” I reply.

“Ok Phoenix… This is the sitch, yesterday was Friday. You accidentally skipped work and today is Saturday. Wine night was just a dream because you have been missing Cree and Iz lately…” I am rambling to myself in the dark. Yes, that will spare my sanity. I drag myself off the couch since sleep isn’t happening. I step outside at around 9. Once again, the forest is roaring with life and so is the mother next door…

“Brandy stop moving and put your damn flip flop on, we’re going to be late!”…. I need to leave.

I go to the store and begin piling snacks and random food items into my cart. It’s been a while since I’ve been food shopping so this is OK.

“Ice cream and wine. Check.” I say to myself. Drink myself out of the loop. Yeah, that’ll work. I see this really cute girl staring intently at a box of Gushers. For a second, it’s as if my world isn’t imploding on itself and I’m just at the store looking at a beautiful girl I’d like to know. For some reason, she’s engrossed by these artificially flavored fruit snacks. It looks as if she’s deep in thought, something is on her mind so she is occupying the time with food shopping. She’s about my height; she’s got long and silky chocolate brown hair that’s pulled back into a messy bun. I realize that I’m staring at her with as much focus as she is at those Gushers. She feels my eyes and returns to reality, she glances at me. A subtle smirk spreads across her face as she looks me and my wine bottles up and down.

“The bigger the bottle the bigger the problem huh?” She jokes.

“No bottle will solve this problem but at least it’ll make me forget about it.”

She chuckles and walks away. I buy my wine bottles and go home to forget what day it is.

Listen, I won’t lie, I like to party. I love day drinking. But cracking open a fresh bottle of wine the size of a bowling pin at 10 am by myself after realizing I may never live to see tomorrow is new for me. I can’t say I hate it. I sit on the couch. The News 12 anchor-bitch is still blabbering about the family cookout-- that is supposed to take place tomorrow-- too bad. I drunkenly type away on my laptop. Scouring the darkest corners of the internet to find out anything about time loops that exist outside of science fiction. Turns out, not many people who find themselves in my situation take to Reddit to write about it... I take notes from the Twilight Zone subreddit because at this point I’m desperate for answers. My quest for information bears no fruit.

I did learn that a time loop is different from a causal loop, which would occur because of a previous event. My situation however, is anomalous and is unrelated to anything as far as I know. I’ve started a fresh note on my laptop titled “The Best Day Forever! :)).” This is where I dump everything I know about the situation.

So far, I know that this loop resets but I don’t know the interval or the trigger. Things that I interact with seems to stay the same with the exception of people, they don’t remember our interactions. The coffee I made the first go around was still in the pot when I went for coffee round 2. People and things outside of my control reset as if they’re characters in a video game who have a script and a path. I begin thinking, dangerous thinking.

“Why is this happening? Why to me?” I ask aloud as if someone is going to answer me. At this point, I wouldn’t be shocked if I got an answer from some omniscient voice.

“What is the point of all of this?” I ask out loud again. Then I begin to think of everything I had done leading up to the moment I woke up on the morning of July 23rd the first time. My memory is extremely fogged, almost non-existent. I’m struggling to produce even the vaguest memory of anything that happened before Saturday. Was it raining yesterday? Did I even leave my house yesterday? I don't know.

Come to think of it I don't remember much of anything before Saturday. I don’t know how I got this house. I don't know who Iz and Cree are except that we’re friends and have wine nights pretty often--though they have been less frequent for some reason. I don’t know Carter…But I do.

It’s as if these memories were fabricated. I remember the facts. I, Phoenix, own this house in this pacific northwestern town and I am a barista at a local coffee shop. I moved to this town after graduating-- in hopes to pursue my dream of opening my own shop and building a house in the forest. Anything beyond that is smudged. I can make out the memory if I hyper-focus. But even then it’s just the blueprint of a life, details are scarce. I’m spiraling, existential crisis mode has initiated and now I’m just stressed out and drunk at 1 in the afternoon. I need air.

I step outside and check my phone. The time is exactly 1:27 pm and a blue Subaru drives down my road with a big old husky hanging out the window living his best life. I start down the road towards the forest.

#chapter 1 #The Best Day Forever #fiction #science fiction #writing #My writing #short story #storytelling #beginner #writeblr #wip #work in progress #work #books

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beardyallen · 5 years

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8 Crazy Nights (Part 1) - Captain Marvel, Work, and Food

Not sure if you all saw, but I tried to write this on Saturday...It did not go well. And now it's two days later, more stuff has happened, and documenting everything seems just a million times more daunting.

Nevertheless, he persisted.

However, I'm learning from my past mistakes and posting this in several pieces. Hopefully this isn't being read out of order.

If memory serves, and my memory is sufficiently muddled after the celebrating yesterday, I left off on Thursday, March 7th. The next day, I spent a goodly portion of my day in my office, cracking away at my random pedigree generator algorithm. Super (duper) exciting stuff, I know.

But R showed up that night to go see Captain Marvel at the nearby mall! And, as is apparently tradition when you visit someone's apartment, she brought me a gift. And what sort of gift do you bring a guy like me, you ask? Authentic German beer, obviously! Oh, and mangos, as I had divulged that I've only ever had dried mangos and mango-flavored things. Sadly, the mangos are still sitting in my fridge because I'm not entirely sure how one is supposed to eat them. *shrug*

The mall itself is quite strange (from my limited perspective), and I don't think I've described it yet. In a standard American mall, the jewelry shops are always on corners; here, the jewelry shop (as well as several other shops) are posted up with no walls in the middle of an open space. And approximately 25% of the shops are bakeries or coffee shops. This place really knows how to entice your sweet tooth! R picked up some mini cheesecakes for the trip the next day!! Super (duper) yummy!!

One of the other interesting aspects of the first floor is the manner in which one would buy shoes (there are like...10 "shops" that sell shoes). Once again, the shops have no walls, so you just kind of wander over to a display, the attendants hover around you to see if they can help (presumably?), and after you've picked your shoe, they give you carbon paper with an order, you walk to a desk 5 shops over to pay, then carry the receipt back and attendant who was helping you wipes off the shoes again and exchanges them for the receipt. I suppose it keeps clutter down and eases the shopping experience if you're trying on shoes from different displays? When I bought shoes a few weeks ago, it was quite an ordeal given that I had no idea what the expectations were and we couldn't really communicate with anything other than hand signals, nods, and shrugs.

The second (of five) floors has the supermarket and a plethora of men's clothing shops, half of which are athletic-themed shops like New Balance, Adidas, or knock-off-Air-Jordan, and the other half are more "high-end" clothing shops. Nothing in between. Oh! And more than 80% of the models in the pictures and spreads on the walls are white. Not sure how effective that is when 95% of your clientele doesn't look like that. *shrug* There _does_ seem to be a strong desire here to appear Western, but still...

The third floor is mostly women's clothing, and the fourth floor is partially empty. But the fifth floor has the cinema and food court. One comment about the phrase "Chinese food"...It's immensely inadequate. I don't know how many different cultural regions there are in China, but there's for sure at least 6 unique cuisines, all tied to a particular region. And when I say 6 _unique_ cuisines, even my uneducated, narrow American perspective (and palette) can distinguish between them. That, to me, is probably the biggest problem with describing a restaurant in the States as serving "Chinese food." But hey, I'm just an ill-informed American, so my opinion probably doesn't carry much weight.

The cinema itself was quite impressive as well. You know how when you walk into a cinema in the States, and you get hit with that theater-popcorn smell? It's buttery and savory and only sometimes kind of stale? Well, that didn't happen here. And not because they don't have popcorn, or that they don't serve as much popcorn...I think it's mostly because, as seems to be the case with everything here, the popcorn isn't of the buttery, salty variety. No, this popcorn is green or pink or caramel covered. Drizzled with chocolate syrup or some other sort of confectionary (is confectionary a real word?).

Oh, and it's not just the popcorn that got a make-over. The nachos here are...borderline unrecognizable. And that's not the say that you wouldn't recognize what was placed in front of you, because I think you would, but you just wouldn't recognize it as "nachos." Instead of warm tortilla chips with a cup of hot, sometimes-mildly-spicy cheese sauce and jalapenos and other nacho toppings, here you get a bowl of...warmed up Doritos. That's it. Just Doritos. That have been sitting under a heat lamp. R ordered them and offered me some. I said thanks-but-no-thanks. It was a strange experience, watching someone happily munch on heated up Doritos.

Captain Marvel was exceptional, though! The classic Marvel opening was modified a bit for this film, and if you've seen the movie, you know what I mean. For sure shed some positive number of happy-sad tears. The actors were all exceptional, and I was thoroughly impressed to see how seamlessly the special effects made it look like Samuel L. Jackson was 25 years younger and had both eyes! Crazy!!! Also seeing Phil Coulson return to the big screen was dope, and I loved the post-credit scenes! The music was perfect, too! I just wish the theater had the volume high enough to trigger the strong emotional reactions I'm used to feeling in Marvel movies.

After the movie, I stopped by the beer shop across the street where I met The One to buy a couple bottles of Founders beer. I swear, I had ever intent of enjoying them on St. Patrick's Day...but one of the two was consumed a couple days later, and the other wasn't opened until I got back from the celebration yesterday...and I don't think I would have really been able to appreciate the KBS in that particular state. So I have that to look forward to when I finish teaching tonight!

The next day was spent traveling with my coworkers to the Great Wall, and this seems like a decent place to pause the narrative.

Actually, we'll skip the Great Wall for a minute, and I'll describe the past week. It wasn't terribly eventful, but there are a few mildly-interesting pics. My work week consisted mostly of prepping my students' first exam, along with a practice exam (which I don't like doing, especially at this level). In fact, on Friday, after I finished writing and testing my random pedigree generator, I spent a good portion of time trying to get the numbers of a particular probability problem to work out.

I totally don't look like a crazy math fanatic at all..

When I wasn't working, I spent much of my time reading or playing video games. There's a Communications grad student here who also plays Super Smash Bros. We intend to maintain the friendship State-side as he has a few gamer friends in Denver who play SSB as well. And who have guessed that Petey Piranha would actually be an entertaining fighter?! Like..he's a glorified potted plant, but his attacks are interesting, effective, and rather distinct (see: he's a potted plant). *shrug*

Several of those nights involved take-out from KFC...which just released a new item. Or at least new to me. You'll note some orange fibrous material on the top, some sort of white cream in the middle, and the base is a waffle. Cuz nothing says "Kentucky Fried" quite like whatever the hell that is...(Not that KFC can even call themselves Kentucky Fried, nor is their chicken even real chicken! Sorry guys, someone's gotta say it!! lol)

The waffle itself is quite sweet, as is the white cream. Not sure the intended flavor of the cream, but my best comparison is the sugary drizzle stuff you put on toaster streudels. Struedels? Strueueudels? Not sure how to spell that, and Googling it would require a smoothly operating VPN which I just don't have the patience to deal with right now. And the orange stuff on top? It's dried crab. Which I knew in advance as I'd had it on the hike to the underground river and caves. All-in-all, it surpassed my expectations, but I don't think I'll get it again...

Oh, and dinner on Friday night consisted of lamb spine. Yup. The spine. Of a lamb. Technically, it was lamb spine hot pot, but let's be real: the stand-out contributor isn't the heat or the pot or the brine. It's the spine.

You can see a bunch of vertebrae just boiling away in there. You still use chopsticks, but one of your hands has a plastic glove. Oh! And you can push your chopstick through the hollow center of the vertebra to get at some of the marrow and what we could only assume was part of the spinal cord. I ate mine, but the only other person who was lucky(?) enough to find one didn't partake.

Other than some rather standard beer, CB ordered us a bottle (half a fifth) of some sort of herbal liquor. E, another instructor, mentioned a commercial for the product which seemed to suggest that this was the perfect gift from a marrying-age girl's new fiance to her father upon their first meeting. "Made for the man!" It was somewhere between a whiskey and an amaretto, but the sweet taste was distinctly floral or herbal or something. It was pretty good! Definitely something you sip to enjoy.

I have one more food experience to share, but it fits better in a different part of the story, so I'll stop here and pick up with The Great Wall in my next post.

Sláinte,

BeardyAllen

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gingersexualcunt · 5 years

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Ian x Reader? Idk??

You are friends with Ian and the others, always helping them while filming. One day during recording you get dragged into the spotlight of the camera. The fans loved it...well some did. The hate and the mean comments people were leaving on videos and pictures about you destroyed you. You stopped hanging with the boys as much as before, stopped helping with the videos, stopped posting on your Instagram. You always made an excuse. The boys were stupid enough to believe you at first but soon they have seen the signs. They weren't good at all. George was the first to notice, seeing you wear long sleeves, bruised knuckles, bags and colorless eyes. The smile that once brightened the room was shadowing in its own darkness, hiding from sight and replaced by a faker one. Chad was the second. Max the third. Ian? Ian didn't notice anything, not until his friends told him. They couldn't believe his blindness. Glasses or not they didn't seem to help him see the problem. George was mad at him, Chad and Max trying to hold him back. Ian was near breaking, tears forming at his big eyes. He sighed and sat down, putting his head into his hands. He broke down, weeping into his palms, soaking them with the fresh tears. How couldn't have he noticed the signs, noticed his best friend suffering? George didn't feel remorse about his for eyed pal crying. He knew he deserved it. Max and Chad, on the other hand, tried to calm him down. Ian was shaking from the force of his sobs. He felt as if he had failed to do one thing in life and that was to make y/n happy. All the thoughts rushing to his head, one more negative than the other. George finally spoke softly in a bit "You need to talk to her, there is a bigger chance she'll listen to you than to us". And with that, he walked out of the room. "He is right Ian, you have to do this" spoke Max shortly after, chad nodding with agreement. A few days passed. You were sitting in your room, staring at the wall as if it were to run away the second you looked anywhere else. Your eyes were begging for you to get some sleep but you wouldn't let them. An empty bottle of pills was laying on the side table, the blankets on the ground, papers and pencils pilled on the table, phone broken in half. You've been in the same clothes for a month, your hair a mess, skin like a frying pan. You could make doughnuts with the amount of oil on your skin. A single piece of sharp plastic laid in your hand, the falling of it prevented by your tight grip on it, it slowly digging into your once soft skin. Everything was quiet except for the sound of your raspy breathing. You were about to finally give in to sleep when a knock shocked you into a woken mood. The knock was heard again but no matter what you stayed in bed. On the other side of the door that was being knocked on, was Ian. Worried by the lack of response he took the keys from under the flower pot that held a dead violet inside. Opening the door he was greeted by a fairly clean inside. Calling out for your name got no voice to speak up. You weren't anywhere in sight. Walking around he saw your bedroom door shut tightly. He tried to open it quietly just for it to make a horrible sound. Cringing at it he was greeted by a not so friendly smell. Looking around the once clean room made his heart break, knowing how much you liked to clean. Then he saw you there, laying almost lifeless on the bed. His eyes forming salty tears, quickly running to you. Dropping by the side of your bed, not bothering to focus on the pain of stepping on your charger maybe even breaking it. His hand touched the side of your face, his thumb brushing slight over your cheek. You didn't want to look at him, avoiding his glance. You wanted to cry but were dry from all the tears you have shed. He hugged you, burying his face into your shoulder no matter the unwelcoming smell. No matter how much of a mess you were, how big of a wreck you were he still found you to be the most beautiful and amazing person he had ever met. You tried to wrap your arms around him, too weak to even lift them. Your mouth made sounds but you couldn't speak. Ian looked at you, forcing you to meet his eyes. No emotions are shown in them. He picked you up, trying to be as light as possible and carried you to the bathroom. He told you to take a long relaxing bath while he cleans up your room at least a bit. While in the bathroom indeed you did take a bath but your thoughts still clouded your vision. There was no one to stop you from trying to drown yourself right here right now. You would be lying if you didn't try, but the thought of seeing Ian so hurt made you stop. Your arms stung from the warm water touching them, your back slightly in pain after being in a different pose than usual. You sighed as you heard Ian open the door. Your head was too clouded to care if he saw your naked body. He was far too worried to care if he saw your naked body. Helping you out of the bath and drying you, he got you some fresh clothes. Your eyes weren't moving much, in a state as if they were daydreaming. Is it allowed to be called when it's really just a nightmare? After he had finished trying to somehow clean your mess of a room up and open a few windows for the air to refreshen, he walked to the kitchen to try and make something for you to eat. Breaking an egg on to the pan, his eyes looked at you. He sighed and finished whatever he was making. Putting on a plate he sat it down on the 4 person table. You poked at the food with your fork, dropping your hand and sniffing. Ian saw it, breaking his heart even more. His long arm reached over, his hand resting on top of yours. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry I didn't notice the signs. I really am sorry even if you don't believe me." He sighed wanting to continue yet you stop him. "Ian it's okay, don't be so harsh on yourself" she tried to calm his sadness. "How come you are always so positive to others, telling them how everything will be okay but you can't do the same for yourself." she was shocked, a question she never expected to hear or knew how to answer. All she could have done was look down and sigh. Ian took her hand into his, gripping it tightly. He promised himself this is the last time he'll allow you to be this hurt

Yeah this was shit, what you gonna do huh? Beat me up?

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Their Hero Academia - Chapter 87: Class Action

Earlier chapters can be found here or by searching the “their hero academia” tag.

Lots of gratuitous anime cameos in this one. Other than Mogura, Satome, and Tokuda, everyone from Koharu’s old class is an anime or manga cameo. Try to guess who!

“Food?” Toshi asked.

Asuka checked her clipboard. “Takoyaki, hot pot, and gyoza, with some liquid options for Kocho, and assorted vegetables and sides.”

“Snacks?” Toshi went on.

“Cookies, two cakes, ice cream, and various chips and pretzels for those who prefer salty to sweet. We also have plenty of drinks.”

“I want both!” Frog-Shadow announced, from her perch on Asuka’s shoulder.

“Of course you do,” Asuka said, with what seemed like great patience. She only rolled her eyes very slightly. “Also, their class representative, Satome, said they would bring some snacks and food as well.”

“Decorations?”

Asuka gestured around the room. “Keeping it simple, but a few banners and balloons. We’re getting to know another class and welcoming Kocho, so nothing too fancy.”

Toshi nodded. “Good. Did everybody behave themselves putting them up?”

“For a given value of the word. Aoyama and Mineta nearly had a fight, but neither one wanted to upset Koda, so they called it off.”

Toshi shrugged. He supposed that was good enough. Aoyama and Koda had seemed closer the last few days. Maybe something had happened at the training camp?

“Guest list?”

Asuka ticked off answers on her fingers. “Seventeen members of our class, nineteen members of Kocho’s former class, Tetsutetsu and Monoma from 1-B, and Shoji’s girlfriend Shiryoku.”

“Going to be a little cozy,” Toshi said, looking around. “But I think we’ve got enough room.”

Once they’d invited Kocho’s old class, they’d decided it was only fair to let their classmates who were dating people in other classes invite them as well, making a real party of it. Though Toshi admitted to being surprised that Shoji had a girlfriend. Then again, the six-armed boy didn’t talk about himself much. And Kaminari had protested that Monoma wasn’t her boyfriend… but had invited him anyway. Mineta had pouted a bit that Shinji wasn’t able to come, but had quickly gotten over it when she’d realized Kocho’s class came with several potential unattached people.

Which probably wasn’t the best way to make a first impression, so someone would probably have to wrangle her throughout the evening. Hopefully Kaminari and Monoma could handle that, as her best friends.

He’d also extracted promises from Katsumi to not start any fights and from Sero, Ojiro, and Sato not to bug anyone for any kind of viral video content. If he was honest, he didn’t have high hopes for any of that. But they could do damage control when it happened.

“I can’t believe Shoji’s taken!” Frog-Shadow wailed. “We wanted to date him!”

“Qu…Quiet!” Asuka snapped, her eyes growing wide. She looked over at Toshi, waving her hands in protest. “She… she doesn’t know what she’s talking about!”

Yeah, he wasn’t touching that with a three-meter pole.

“So, we’re ready?” he asked instead.

“I think so.”

That was good, because the next thing he heard was Kocho calling out. “Satome just texted me! They’re on their way!”

***

“Oh, I can’t wait to see what hot guys Kocho has in her old class!” Mika bubbled, rubbing her hands together. “And hot girls too! I’m not picky. I am, in fact, the opposite of picky when it comes to attraction.”

Chihiro just rolled her eyes. “Is that really all you’re thinking about? Besides, Kocho already said some of them were taken or dating each other the first time you asked about it. And the second. And the third.”

“I wanted to be sure!”

“Is that why you’re wearing… that?” Chihiro asked, pointing with her Cords. Mika was wearing a white and blue t-shirt, with the English words Mega Milk in black block letters stretched across her large breasts. It was yet another element of Mika’s wardrobe that she was positive Uncle Minoru and Aunt Pony didn’t know she had.

“Just showing my cow-person pride, Chi,” Mika said, smugly, using the same “I’m lying and I don’t expect you to believe it” tone she always used for such things.

Monoma cleared his throat. He was still using a wheelchair, but he looked significantly better than he had at the training camp. Which was good, of course. But it wasn’t like she was worried about him. Okay, so she had been worried. But not worried worried. Even if they were sort-of dating. Because if she was worried worried, then that meant she’d caught feelings.

Monoma cleared his throat again. “You okay, ‘ro?” Mika asked.

“Just trying to make sure you’re paying attention, Mika,” Monoma said. “I’ve no pretensions about why I’m here. I’m here to help ride herd on you.” He winced, as he realized what he’d said. “…Forgive the cow pun.”

Mika shrugged diplomatically. “I’ll allow it.”

Monoma went on, “While there is no longer the level of animosity between the Hero Course and General Education that there once was, Kocho is still figuring out how she fits in with us, and these are her friends.” He pointed a finger at Mika. “You will not embarrass her, you will not try setting her up with anyone, and you will not throw yourself at any of her former classmates. If they make the first move, have at it, but not until then.”

Kocho called out, “They’re here!” and the doors flew open. At a glance, Chihiro spotted several unusual shades of hair and a couple Mutant-types among Kocho’s old class, as well as a few people who might have, at one time, been called ordinary.

One of those was a tallish boy, with spiky dark hair and extremely plain features. As he stepped in, he somehow managed to stumble over his own feet, letting out an “Ack!” as he fell forward.

Somehow—she was never fully able to grasp how the logistics of that had worked—he collided with Mika and both fell to the ground. Somehow, in the fall, his head had ended up on her breasts.

Mika shot Monoma what could only have been called a shit-eating grin. “You were saying, ‘ro?”

Another boy with chalky white skin and hair pulled the clumsy boy off Mika. “Again, Kurusu?” he asked tiredly.

The clumsy boy—Kurusu—looked panicked and waved his hands in the air. “I am so sorry! I don’t know why this kind of thing keeps happening to me!”

Mika just grinned mischievously as she got to her hooves. “Hey, I don’t mind, but at least buy me dinner first…”

Chihiro exchanged a glance with Monoma. Both of them let out a tired sigh. It was going to be a long evening.

***

“And to think, you didn’t want to come, Sakurai!” the short, silver-haired girl who’d been introduced as Naomi Uzaki said, elbowing the tall and serious-faced boy, Kenji Sakurai, in the ribs. She was smirking, showing off the tiny elongated fangs that she had explained were her Quirk. “If you’d stayed back at the dorm playing video games, you’d have missed all this!”

“Yes, fine,” Sakurai growled. “I’m here. Now will you stop that?!”

“Why?” Uzaki asked. She put a hand to her cheek and stuck out her chest, which was large enough to rival Mineta’s. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Just… just stop acting like a child in front of the Hero Course!” Sakurai snapped. “You’re embarrassing Kocho and yourself!”

“Why, Sakurai, I didn’t know you cared! Underneath that scary face, you’re just a big softie!” She elbowed him in the ribs again.

Kimiko leaned over so she could whisper to Ayana Asai, a dark-haired girl with glasses. “So, are the two of them dating? Because I am getting serious vibes here…”

Asai let out the most world-weary sigh that Kimiko had ever heard. “Not for lack of trying on my part. But neither of them realizes how much they like each other. It’s ridiculous!” She threw up her hands in frustration.

“Oh, I hate it when ships fail to launch!” Kimiko agreed. She stomped her foot. “Don’t people know what’s good for them?!” She was just happy to see so many of her ships for the classes had come true. And even some unexpected ones, like ChiShiro!

“I mean, at first it was funny, but now it’s just sad,” Asai went on. “And I know they like each other!”

Something about the way she said it triggered Kimiko’s curiosity. There was a certainty there she hadn’t expected, even more sure than a gossip columnist. She already liked the other girl, who’d said she was a fan of her Gossip Corner webshow, but this promised something beyond even a shared love of shipping. ”Explain how!”

“My Quirk lets me see how compatible two people would be romantically,” Asai said, as though it were the most normal thing in the world and not a world-changing revelation of the best Quirk ever. “And those two? Off the charts.”

Kimiko tried to say something, but it all just came out as a high pitched squee. She quickly found her voice. “So, how’d you like to be on the internet?”

***

“Observe,” Kojirou Miki, a blue-haired member of Class 1-F said. They’d introduced themselves as non-binary and using they/them pronouns. They showed their empty hands. “Nothing in my hands.”

They pulled open one of their sleeves as Takuma and Tensei watched. “Nothing up my sleeves.”

“And nothing in your head either,” their classmate, Musashi Hayashibara, a girl with extremely long magenta hair groaned, sounding bored. Takuma wondered what kind of styling gel she used, since it stayed stuck out at nearly a ninety degree angle to her head. She’d probably seen this demonstration countless times, true, but you just didn’t treat a performer like that.

Miki looked crestfallen for a moment. “You know, words hurt.”

“Oh, get over it.”

“Oh, all right,” Miki said, sounding as though the insults were nothing new. “Moving on…” They snapped their fingers, then spun around faster than the eye could follow. In an instant, they were wearing a flowery dress, with a rose clenched between their teeth. Takuma had to admit, he had the legs for it.

Takuma clapped excitedly. “That’s amazing!” he told Miki. “Is that a magic trick or…?”

“My Quirk,” Miki explained. They snapped their fingers again and in a blur of motion were back in their normal clothes. “I’ve got a small dimensional storage pocket I can access. Nothing fancy, just enough for a few hundred changes of costume and associated props.” A grin crossed their face. “You never know when you’re going to need to look good.”

“See?” Takuma told Tensei. “He gets it. Fashion is important.” His boyfriend gave him a rather skeptical look.

“Is that why you look like you got dressed in the dark?” Hayashibara asked with a laugh.

Tensei barked out a short laugh, surprising everyone. “My apologies,” he said quickly, going briefly red. “But she does have a point. Your manner of dress is very unique.”

“It’s called being a style icon, sweetie,” Takuma said. He wasn’t too hurt by his boyfriend’s accusation. His style was unique. And unique could be spun positively. Which he was choosing to do! After all, he was wearing a loud, floral print Hawaiian shirt, deliberately chosen because the colors of it absolutely did not go together, nor did they go with his pink skin. True outrageous fashion offended everyone, after all. “Look it up.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Miki said. “She wouldn’t know fashion if it walked up and bit her. Trust me, I’ve seen her clothes.” They leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. “She makes me keep clothes for her in my storage dimension. She brought too many and they won’t all fit in her closet.”

Anything else they might have said was cut off, as Hayashibara unleashed her own Quirk, launching out six billiard ball-sized glowing orbs that bonked Miki on the head in rapid succession. “Ow,” they muttered, as though this was far from the first time they’d been on the receiving end of the blows. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Quit it!”

“Either way,” Takuma said, “don’t let Midoriya know about your Quirk… he’d ask you a million questions and you’d never have a moment’s piece. On the other hand, how do you feel about getting into the performing arts…”

***

Daisuke had been worried about bringing Emiko by again. He’d barely managed to avoid the third degree from Ojiro the first time. His classmates were his friends; he’d most of them he’d known since childhood, but he was more than aware that they could be a lot. He found himself rolling his eyes at them on a regular basis after all, especially Mineta, Aoyama, Sato, Sero, and Ojiro. But so far, people seemed to be behaving themselves. At least, for a given value of the word.

More fortunately, they seemed to have found a sane member of Kocho’s former class to talk to. Yuki Tatara was a slim, blond boy who had four arms. He had a sucker between his lips and toyed with another between his fingertips.

“I do hope you’ll take good care of our Kocho,” Tatara said, briefly removing the sucker from his mouth. “She’s good people. We were sorry to see her go, but this is her dream.”

“Business Course likes her,” Emiko said, her eyes hidden behind her dark glasses. “We did some analysis after the Sports Festival. The projections are modest, of course, because she’s just a first year, like all of you, but marketability factors are strong and she’s got a useful Quirk.”

Daisuke hadn’t spoken to Kocho much, but he did find the other girl likable enough. And a combination of flight and various minimal harm causing takedowns likely did make for a good Hero. He also wasn’t surprised that the Business Course was already doing analysis on them.

“And what do they say about me?” he asked, morbid curiosity overtaking him.

Emiko put her small hand on his arm. “Do you really want to know?” she asked.

“I said that out loud?” Daisuke asked, blinking slowly. He really must have let his guard down.

“You did,” Tatara confirmed.

Daisuke put a hand to the side of his head. “The craziness around here must be rubbing off on me.”

Emiko seemed to be considering something. She snapped her fingers. “Now I know where I’ve heard your name, Tatara. You’re number one on the “Hottest First Year General Education students” list that’s going around.”

Tatara’s mouth dropped open at that, his sucker falling from his lips. He recovered quickly enough to catch it with one of his other hands. “What?”

“People don’t show me these things,” Emiko said. “But they talk. They think just because my daytime vision isn’t great, I don’t listen. But I do. Deplorable, of course. Though Daisuke is number one on the list for “Hottest First Year Hero” students, so now I’m wondering if it has something to do with extra arms…”

“E..,Emiko!” Daisuke stuttered.

“Well, this is a surprise,” Tatara said, looking very baffled.

“Best to stay away from Mineta then,” Daisuke added, trying to recover some sense of equilibrium. “She’d pounce on you in an instant if she knew. …Or even if she didn’t.”

“Who’s that?” Tatara asked.

Daisuke pointed her out. “Oh, not a problem,” Tatara said.

“Why’s that?” Daisuke asked.

“She has no power over me. I much prefer small breasts,” Tatara said. He gave Emiko an apologetic look. “Pardon my bluntness.”

Despite himself, Daisuke couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips.

***

“So, you've got a photographic memory?” Toshi asked, one hand on his chin, fingers tapping the side of his face. Sora considered it to be the height of adorable when he got excited about Quirks like that. There was an extremely pleasing aesthetic to his features when he was that interested in something.

It was very nearly quantifiable.

“Photographic and just plain photo!” Keiji Hughes exclaimed. He was dark haired, with glasses, and half American. He was also easily one of the most excitable people she had met, which was an extremely high bar to meet, considering her boyfriend and Shota Shinso. “Anything I’ve seen, I can project a mental photo of.”

That’s awesome!” Toshi said.

“Here,” Hughes went on. He held up a hand and scrunched up his eyes. In a moment, an image of an American girl, with a pixie cut of brown hair appeared, her eyes scrunched up as she smiled, appeared in his hand. The image itself was perfect, like a photograph, even containing background detail, and outlined in a shiny rectangle. It was small, no bigger than approximately ten by fifteen centimeters (more accurately, 10.16 by 15.24 cm). It would have been easy to mistake it for a very good photo.

“This is Gracia! My girlfriend!” Hughes beamed. “Isn’t she amazing? The most beautiful woman in the world and she chose me! How lucky can a guy get?!” He produced more and more pictures as he talked.

Carefully, Sora turned to look at Toshi. A new question had formed in her mind after witnessing Hughes’ enthusiasm. “Why do you not get that excited when you talk about me?”

Toshi turned very, very red.

***

Most people probably would have found Tomoaki Shiroi intimidating. He was tall, with a muscular build, and chalky white skin and hair. One eye was hidden underneath his hair and he carried himself with what Katsumi would have called a “come at me” attitude. Needless to say, Izumi had clocked him instantly as basically harmless.

Especially after meeting his friend (Or something else? Izumi was an extremely poor judge of relationships.), Akane Aka. Aka was a shorter girl, with red hair (with one strand that seemed to be sticking up), and seemed to be brimming with nervous energy. Izumi had inquired if her impression was correct.

“Oh, for sure,” Aka said. “Tomaki looks scary, but he’s actually really friendly. I mean, on my first day here, I got completely turned around! I somehow ended up in the Support Studio! But he found me and helped me get to class on time!” She blushed, rubbed the back of her head, then smiled. “Honestly, he’s still helping me. A lot, really. I still kind of get lost all the time. My sense of direction is pretty terrible. Doesn’t help that my Quirk messes with people’s sense of direction and sometimes it just kind of sneaks out and then people go right when they want to go left and…”

Izumi returned the smile and nodded politely, letting the other girl continue to ramble. “I believe I know the type.” She indicated Katsumi with a small nod. Her dear friend was engaged in a conversation with Shiroi that appeared to be getting very heated, with both of them gesturing wildly. “She would be very cross with me for saying this, but Katsumi’s bark is much worse than her bite.”

And speaking bark…

“Okay, that’s it, you monochrome moron!” Katsumi growled. The room went quiet as all eyes turned to look at the two of them. “We’re settling this, right now!”

“Bring it on!” Shiroi challenged. Both of them looked like they were going to come to blows any second.

Aka let out a high pitched squeak. “Oh no…”

Katsumi pushed a chair back from a nearby table and sat down in it. She put her elbow down on the table and propped her arm up, flexing her fingers. “I told you there was no way you could take me, and I’m going to prove it.”

Shiroi sat down opposite her and put his own arm down. “You’d better get ready to lose!”

Izumi frowned. “Katsumi, explain.”

Katsumi looked over at her, guilt briefly flashing over her face, and gestured with her other hand towards Shiroi. “We were talking about workouts and then got to talking about sparring and stuff. And then, this guy thinks he can take me in arm wrestling. I told him he was wrong. And then he said didn’t want to make a scene. So I’m calling his bluff. Guess I pushed the right buttons.”

She made it sound so simple. As though it was the most natural thing in the world. Izumi allowed herself to relax. This was just Katsumi being Katsumi, nothing to worry about.

“If we’re going to do this,” Shiroi growled., “let’s do it. No more talking!”

“You’re so intense!” Aka scolded. “This is why everyone’s afraid of you!”

Around them, other people began to relax. Though several people moved closer to watch the show.

***

“Should we be worried about this?” Isamu asked, gesturing towards where Kirishima-Bakugo was squaring off with the chalk-skinned boy from 1-F.

“Nah,” Kana said, shaking her head and making her orange ponytail sway. She grinned a shark-toothed grin. “Either Katsumi will kick his ass, or she’ll get beat and sulk for a day or two. Nothing to worry about.”

Of course, his girlfriend was childhood friends with Kirishima-Bakugo and he knew the two were close, so of course she’d take her side. Not that he blamed her. Kirishima-Bakugo scared the ever-loving hell out of him most of the time, but watching how she acted around Izumi, and simply having been in class with her all these past months, he knew now that she was just very intense.

Scary, still, but intense.

“Show her your burning justice, Shiroi!” Miku Ito, one of Kocho’s former classmates said. She was a cute, slim girl with brown hair. She bounced up and down excitedly.

“’Burning justice’,” Kana repeated, giving the other girl a curious look. “Where have I heard that before?”

“It’s an anime thing,” Ito explained. “When a character gets really passionate, it gives them the power-up they need to defeat evil! Like when Policure Pink Ranger got hurt, so Policure Blue Ranger got so upset it unlocked a new power up so they could zap the villain!”

Oh.

Oh no.

There were two of them!

Kana snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” she said. “Anime’s always trying to tell us to unlock our burning justice during training!” She grinned again. “You know, the two of you would get along.”

Ito tilted her head. “Wait, what?”

Kana laughed. “Sorry, Anime Fukidashi. One of my classmates. She loves anime and manga too.”

“Maybe a little too much,” Isamu said, the words slipping out before he realized it. Though it wasn’t like it was much of a secret in the Hero Courses. Fukidashi had an extremely questionable relationship with reality.

She’d even suggested, at one point, that he’d been “promoted to main character.” Which not only made zero sense, but was existentially terrifying if it was somehow true. He definitely did not consider himself main character material. He was just out there doing his best. So what if he’d won the Sports Festival and interned with Deku and been a key player in stopping everything that went down on I-Island and got to learn about Deku’s secret and…

Nope! He wasn’t going down that line of thinking. Nope, nope, nope!

“Sorry,” he said. “That was harsh.”

Kana gave him an affectionate punch in the arm. He let out a yelp and resisted the urge to rub the spot. “Relax,” she said. “I mean, you’re not wrong. But Anime’s great, even if she’s a little unusual.”

“Does she like One Piece?” Ito asked. “I hear they’re finally going to finish it this year!”

“Miku ain’t bothering you, is she?” a voice from behind said, making him jump. Isamu turned to see a dark-haired boy wearing tinted glasses. He had a loose posture, his head tilted slightly to the side. And when his glasses fell down his nose a bit, Isamu could see he had some of the most intense eyes he had ever seen. “She gets going sometimes, you see?” A little puff of smoke blew out of his nostrils as he exhaled.

“She’s fine,” Isamu said meekly. There was an intensity about this guy that chilled him to the bone. Like he was sizing him up for a body bag.

“Oh, relax, Tatsu,” Ito said. She gave the terrifying boy a playful smack on the chest. To Isamu’s surprise, the scary guy actually smiled, his expression softening considerably as he looked at her. “Oh, sorry,” Ito went on. “This is my boyfriend, Tatsu Tsuda. Did you have any of the daifuku? He made those!”

Okay, Isamu was going to need some time to process all of this. The delinquent-seeming guy baked?

“Hey now,” Tsuda said, with sudden intensity. “When a man loves a woman, there ain’t nothing too good for her! Why, just to see her smile, I’d…”

“Okay, that’s too sappy!” Ito shouted. She gave Tsuda a smack, her fist suddenly glowing. The blow launched Tsuda across the room.

Isamu exchanged a glance with Kana, who was looking on in equal confusion.

***

“And what are your plans for after U.A., Iijima?” Akaya asked. Most General Education students had fairly lofty goals from what she understood. A U.A. education took people quite far no matter what field.

Minmei Iijima was a blue-haired girl of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent. She seemed attractive too, by conventional standards. Akaya was all too aware of those. Though, of course, attractiveness as all relative in the age of Quirks.

Something she’d become much more aware of since the camp. It still boggled her mind that Aoyama had confessed attraction to her when she’d confessed the same to him. And it boggled her all the more that he had not yet changed his mind.

True, they were taking things very slow, but they were spending more of their free time together, simply talking, getting to know each other better. He still had deep walls inside him, pain that he carried, but he was making an effort to go beyond them. He even seemed to be making something of an effort to fight less with Mineta and Sero, though that was also a work in progress.

“I’m still figuring that out,” Iijima said. “I mean, it’s easy for you guys in the Hero Course, or people in the other courses, but Gen Ed has a pretty wide-open field.” Her voice was high pitched and girlish. It probably often led to others dismissing her.

“This is true,” Akaya agreed. “But I admire your dedication. My understanding is that your academic classes are among the toughest in the school.”

Iijima nodded. “They are! It’s a big challenge sometimes. Sometimes, I think I could have listened to my cousin, Kyle…”

“Oh?” Aoyama asked. He’d released a lot of his energy before the party and was now only glowing faintly. “What does he want you to do?”

“He thinks I should quit school and be an idol,” Iijima said. “Which, I mean, sounds like fun, but it would just be a big mess.” She frowned. “For lots of reasons.”

Aoyama gave her a sympathetic look. “Your Quirk?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Iijima replied. She looked down. “I love singing. But my Quirk puts men into a trance. It lasts as long as I’m singing. Happens even if they hear it over speakers or a microphone.”

Well. That was definitely a challenge. Audience limiting at the very least. Even if she could simply record her songs, live performances were vital to the entertainment industry. Chihiro had discussed the music and concert scene often enough, and Haimawari had backed those statements up.

Akaya did force herself to quash down a pang of jealousy even still. While there were certainly niche markets, idols were still very much a profession dominated by the conventionally attractive.

Aoyama must have sensed her discomfort. He moved a little closer and took her hand. “Quirks can be troublesome sometimes,” he said. “My own limits the way I live at times. But I believe Koda would tell you to have faith and you can overcome.”

At this, Akaya did smile. Her self-confidence was still rebuilding, but for a moment, she did feel buoyed. “I would. We are all faced with challenges, but we can rise to meet them, whatever you decide to do with your life.”

Words she needed to remember to live by herself.

***

Kenta watched the unfolding spectacle between Kirishima-Bakugo and Shiroi with some amusement. He wasn’t, by nature, particularly competitive, but he wasn’t without his class pride either. “I feel like I should be filming this,” he said. “But she’d probably kill me.”

And Takuma would tell him it would be a noble sacrifice. Kenta did enjoy chasing the high of hit counts, though not nearly as much as Kimmie or Takuma did. And it definitely wasn’t worth incurring Kirishima-Bakugo’s wrath.

He took a bite of cake from the plate he was holding. Once he’d told his dad about the party, he’d volunteered to bake a couple of cakes for them. One of the many advantages of having Sugarman for a dad. And it was good. He was already on his second piece, as well as his second plate. Waste not, want not.

“Cake’s good,” Ken Tomoatsu said. He was an average looking boy, with a bowl cut. “Hopefully nobody’s going to go crazy with it, though.”

Kenta gave the other boy a curious look.

“I’ve been trying to get everybody to eat healthier,” Tomatsu explained. “And exercise more. But it’s not always easy. Between what you guys put out and what we brought, that’s a lot of calories.”

“Ah,” Kenta said, “isn’t that your second piece of cake too?”

Tomatsu looked a little guilty at that. “It’s my Quirk,” he said. “Everything I eat is healthy for me, basically. My body effectively uses all the calories I take in, no matter what.”

“Huh,” Kenta said. “Same for me, kind of. Only I can eat anything. Literally anything.”

“Right, from the web show?” Tomatsu asked.

“You watch?” Kenta asked, surprised. He’d been doing less segments lately, mostly doing the camera work for Kimmie and Takuma, but he still got in front of the camera every now and then. He was still kind of deciding how much showmanship he really wanted to go for. Even with some advice from Bioshock, he had a long way to go if he really wanted to make his Quirk competitive. Being a joke wasn’t going to help him with that.

“Yeah,” Tomatsu replied. “Sometimes, anyway. Asai and Aka like Gossip Corner, and Kurusu likes Sero’s Stunts. But I like your bits. It’s a cool Quirk. Us guys with eating Quirks gotta stick together, right?”

“Right,” Kenta agreed, a little bit surprised.

His Quirk?

Cool?

Huh. How about that?

***

“It’s Kurusu, right?” Mika asked as she approached, causing the skinny boy to startle. She only had a few minutes at most before Shiro or Chihiro realized they’d lost sight of her. He nearly dropped the drink he was holding, but managed to keep that from happening, letting out a quick puff of breath.

“Yeah,” he said. Junju Kurusu was trying, very hard, to look her in the eye. On the one hand, she appreciated the politeness. On the other hand, what was the point of wearing a shirt with writing on it if people weren’t going to try and read the stretched-out letters. “I’m, I’m really sorry about earlier, when I came in. I mean, when I entered, I mean when I…”

He looked so flustered and embarrassed that Mika took pity on him and actually fought the urge to laugh. “It’s okay,” she said, holding up her hands. “Seriously. But your friend there acted like that’s happened before?”

Kurusu blushed again then looked down, almost defeated. “Kind of all the time. I’m pretty much constantly falling into girls, accidentally groping them, seeing them in compromising positions… One time, I was just walking along in the dorm, minding my own business, when the floor gave out from under me and I landed in the girls’ shower! Between being clumsy and having such bad luck, if I didn’t have a hyped-up healing factor, I’d probably be dead by now.”

Lucky bastard, Mika thought. But she was still in polite mode, so she didn’t say it. “So, I’m guessing you don’t have a girlfriend?”

He shook his head. “Yeah, no. Nobody wants an ‘accidental pervert’ for a boyfriend.’

Well, she would prefer a purposeful one, but Kurusu was a good-looking guy…

“But if you were looking for a girlfriend,” she said, “what would you look for? What’re you into? Breasts? Butts? Hips? Legs?” All things she had in great quantities.

“Oh, um, I don’t really wanna say…” Kurusu said. This time he looked more embarrassed.

“Hey,” she told him, “in case you haven’t heard, there is absolutely nothing you can say that would shock me. What do you like?” What could he possibly be into that would be so horrifying to mention? There wasn’t anything he could say that could dissuade her.

He took in a breath. “Feet.”

…Except that.

***

“And these are my friends, Mogura and Tokuda,” Koharu said. “Mogura, Tokuda, this is Shinso.”

The purple-haired boy grinned brightly, as lively as ever. “Nice to meet you!” he said. “Kocho was talking all about you before! Any friend of hers is a friend of mine!”

Tokuda brushed a strand of her own purple hair out of the way of her large, singular eye. “My mom was actually in the same General Education class as your dad and Shoji’s mom,” she said. “They weren’t close, though.”

“Oh,” Shinso said, looking sad for just a fraction of a second. “That’s too bad! But Dad always say he was really, really focused on being a Hero, so he didn’t try and get close to anyone because he figured he’d probably leave them someday, only that really wasn’t very friendly, even though they were all still really happy for him when he did make it and even threw him a party and…”

“Breathe, Shinso,” Koharu said, in the same kind of tone she’d seen Tokoyami and Midoriya use with him. The short boy tended to build up steam and keep talking, even if he wasn’t really saying much of anything.

On her command, Shinso took a big breath. “Sorry,” he said. “I just get going sometimes. Asuka says I need to be more mindful of when I’m talking too much, but…” He shrugged, helplessly.

His eyes widened suddenly, as though her were only now realizing something. “Oh no!” he said, arms flailing. “But if all of your friends showed up here, then that means they like you! Aren’t they going to be sad you’re leaving? Aren’t you sad?”

She gave him her most reassuring smile. He wasn’t wrong; circumstances like hers could cause people to drift apart. She’d have to be really on top of things to keep that from happening in the face of being pulled in so many directions.

“I am a little sad,” she agreed. “They’re my friends, and I’m sad to be leaving them. But I’m also happy, because this is what I really want to do. And besides, I made a promise that I wasn’t going to forget about them.”

“And we’re going to hold you to it,” Tokuda said.

Koharu suddenly realized Mogura had yet to say anything. She looked over to her mole-like friend, who was blushing furiously behind her glasses, practically staring at Shinso. Was she… No, that couldn’t possibly… Maybe? She’d try to talk to Mogura later.

“That’s right,” she said. “You and Mogura are going to keep me in line. Right, Mogura?” She put just a little emphasis on the other girl’s name.

“Wha?” Mogura babbled, startled. “Ah, right. Going to hold you to it!”

“Well, that’s just great!” Shinso said. If he’d noticed anything strange, he didn’t say so. And Koharu was willing to bet money on him having missed it entirely. “Maybe everybody can get to be friends that way!”

***

“Tell it to me straight, please,” Jin Satome said. 1-F’s Class Representative was a relatively plain looking boy, with brown hair and glasses. “Is Kocho going to be safe?”

There was an extra hint of worry in his voice, Asuka noted to herself. But it had come up in conversation that he was Quirkless, so it was perhaps understandable. The life of a Hero was intimidating enough to those with Quirks and even to those in the Hero Course. To look at it from the perspective of someone with no powers of their own…

He was also, she realized, only the second or third Quirkless person she had ever knowingly met, depending upon whether or not one counted All Might. Their former teacher turned principal had exhausted the limits of his Quirk and burned it out so thoroughly not even his rejuvenation had been able to restore it. Doctor Shield was more garden-variety Quirkless.

Having had Frog-Shadow beside her since she was quite small, Asukacould not even begin to imagine life without her.

There were, from what she understood, relatively few Quirkless people these days, most of them concentrated among the older population, and making up perhaps ten percent of the global population, and even less than that of Japan’s population. Many of them actually worked for Deku at Might Tower, filling a variety of support and administrative roles.

“I won’t lie to you,” Asuka told him. “The life of a Hero is a difficult one. Though times are better than they were a generation ago, by a considerable margin, it is still a job which demands sacrifice and dedication. Many Villains will not hesitate to kill and Heroes are expected to rush headlong into battle with them. The life of a Hero is anything but safe.”

She placed a finger on her cheek, near her beak. “But for a Hero in training? That’s a harder question. During our internships, I was injured during what should have been a routine Villain stop.”

Asuka brought up a hand and gently stroked Frog-Shadow, who was sleeping on her shoulders after having stuffed herself on cake and ice cream. “I very nearly lost this little one. And, of course, many of my classmates, Kocho included, were present when the Nomu were unleashed.”

While she’d been unable to do anything but watch the news reports and HeroNet Alerts at Mob-Goblin’s agency.

“We’ll be allowed more opportunities to enter the field as we progress. We’ll have a second internship next term, and in our second year, we’ll pursue our provisional licenses and have work studies.” She clicked her beak together a few times, pondering how best to put it. She decided to be straightforward. There was little else to it. “So no, I cannot promise safety. Just that the Hero Course and our teachers will do our best to prepare her for whatever she may face. And that as her classmates, we will watch her back as we hope she’ll watch ours.”

Satome frowned, but ultimately nodded. “I appreciate your honesty,” he said. “Thank you.”

Why did Asuka get the feeling she had not, in fact, reassured him at all?

***

Despite what Toshi, Izzy, Dad, Papa, and many others would have said, Katsumi did have some understanding of when she was outmatched. She’d learned that well enough at the training camp (Though if she’d been allowed to use her Quirk, that would have been a different story…).

And she was not outmatched here, no matter how much she strained against Shiroi. The chalk-skinned boy was strong, that was for sure, but she could probably outlift him. And she could definitely outfight him.

“Give up yet?” she growled.

“Not on your life!” he snapped back, gritting his teeth. Though she could only see one of his eyes, the other hidden under his white hair, what she could see was wide with fury.

Good. She’d take rage that was out in the open ahead of quiet, simmering anger any day.

What had this guy said his Quirk was? Something about being immune to viruses and bacteria. So he was just that tough all on his own. Good. Her own Quirk didn’t do anything for her physicality, other than giving her a very slight resistance to heat and flame. That made it nice and even. But she’d have taken him on even if he’d had a strength Quirk.

Sometimes, you just needed to prove yourself.

Shiroi’s arm started to go down, ever so slightly.

“Give ‘im hell, Katsumi!” she heard Kana call out from somewhere off to the side.

“You can do it, Shiori!” a female voice, one of his classmates, declared.

“Don’t you dare lose before you’ve faced me!” she heard Monoma shout.

“I am wishing for your victory!” Izzy shouted. One of these days, Katsumi was really going to have to teach her how to cheer.

Other voices joined in too, from both sides. Toshi, Loud Kid, Horse Girl, that freaky frog thing of Bird Girl’s, even the Newb. Katsumi’s eyes never left Shiroi’s, but she could feel the support and energy in the room.

Shiroi grunted and she had to strain against him harder, as her own hand inched backwards. She gritted her teeth and redoubled her effort. No way she was losing…

CRACK!

With a sharp noise, one of the legs of the table they were using for their arm-wrestling match cracked, causing the table to fall and both of them to nearly fall over before they released their grips. She looked around in confusion. Who the hell had done that? What the hell did they think they were doing? Especially when she was so close to winning?!

“Which one of you f---” she started, eyes darting around angrily.

Her gaze fell on a mousey and guilty-looking member of Class 1-F. The girl gulped loudly. “S..sorry!” she wailed. “My Quirk… it makes bad luck happen sometimes!”

Shiori crossed the room, looming over the other girl. She gulped again, only for him to reach down and ruffle her hair. “It’s fine, Kanako,” he said. He looked back over at Katsumi. Kanako visibly relaxed and blushed at the reassurance. So the big guy was a softy, huh?

She looked over to where Izzy was watching her, carefully, as though she wasn’t sure what Katsumi would do next.

Dammit.

Shiori walked back over to Katsumi, offering her a hand. “You’re pretty tough,” he said. The corners of his lips pulled back into a smile.

With all eyes on her, Katsumi fought down the rage simmering up inside her. She wanted a definitive win! She’d wanted to show him up! To show she was still the most Womanly person in any course.

But she’d be damned if she was going to let someone else just get away with being the bigger person while she acted like some fight-crazed lunatic.

Instead, she took the offered hand. He tried to squeeze hers tightly, but she squeezed back just as hard. He locked eyes with her and gave her a small, acknowledging nod. “You’re not bad yourself,” she said. And that much was true. Not many people could keep up with her like that.

“Consider that high praise from her,” she heard Izzy say, utterly ruining her attempts at dominance here.

Fortunately, Shiori was the first to let go. “We’ll have to have a rematch sometimes,” Katsumi said.

“Anytime,” Shiori said.

Monoma, Seung, Shiori, she was collecting quite the to-do list of ass-kickings.

Good.

***

“Hey, did you know you kind of look like…” Toshi began.

“The Nine-Tailed Hero: Kuzunoha?” the girl finished for him. She had significant Mutant-type features, resembling an anthropomorphic pink and white fox, with nine tails hanging loosely behind her and long ears sticking up. She’d been introduced to him as Nazuna Naganawa. She gave him a somewhat intense look. “Do all fox types look alike to you?”

Oh, oh no, that hadn’t been what he’d meant at all… “No,” he stammered. “It’s just, you do look a lot like her but you don’t have the same family name, so I wasn’t sure and…”

Naganawa smiled. “Relax,” she said. “I’m just giving you a hard time. She’s my mother. I’ve got the same Quirk as her too. Hence the whole fox thing.”

To be honest, he hadn’t been expecting that, but Toshi hoped he didn’t look too surprised. He’d have guessed aunt perhaps, or maybe a cousin. “Oh,” he said. “So, you’re like a lot of us then.” Other than Haimawari and Kocho, all of Class 1-A were second generation, after all. Or even third generation in some cases, like Izzy and Mineta. And himself too, if you counted Grandpa Might, which he did.

“No,” Naganawa said, with surprising firmness. “I’m not.”

Before he could open his mouth to apologize, she continued. “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “I’m proud of her. And you and your classmates, Kocho, what you all want to do is pretty amazing. But I’m where I am by choice. Mom was a symbol, to a lot of people, before she retired. She meant a lot, especially to Mutant types.”

Toshi knew about symbols, between his dad and Grandpa Might. It was definitely a lot to live up to. And he knew a lot of people were watching him in particular, to see if he was worthy of the so-called “family legacy.”

“That’s not something I could live up to,” Naganawa finished. “And I don’t like the idea of hurting people, even Villains who deserve it. So I’m going into politics. Plenty of Mutant issues to still fight for. There’s still extremist groups out there, and there’s even a few cults out there, with some Mutant-types pretending to be various deities reborn. Somebody’s got to stand up to all of that. Mom says I'm going to be a hero in my own way.”

Toshi nodded. “Grandpa Might says there’s lots of ways to serve and help people. Hero’s just the flashiest.”

“I don’t need to be flashy,” Naganawa said. She smiled, but rolled her eyes. “My girlfriend Michiru does that enough for both of us.”

Still, Toshi thought back to his own words. He was trying hard to be a Hero, to be a symbol. But maybe he’d been too hard on his younger sister, Hana. She kept saying she didn’t want to go into the family business, even though there were so many routes her Quirk could take her. He’d been more than a little pushy about it sometimes.

Hearing someone else say it, someone in the same kind of circumstances, maybe he owed her an apology.

***

Chihiro had distanced herself from Monoma after hearing about Class 1-F's Asai's Quirk. Ojiro had not been subtle about dragging her around to spy on all the different couples in the class and she didn't want anybody making assessments about... whatever her and her not-boyfriend's status was, other than that he was definitely not her boyfriend. It was already enough dodging Ojiro's questions about it. And Mika’s teasing and “advice” on top of that. Thankfully, there were enough new people to make introductions with and enough food that there were plenty of reasons to be on the opposite side of the room from the pretty-boy.

So why was it that after only five minutes of expert evasive maneuvers later that he caught her gaze, pivoted his wheelchair to be facing her, and pushed back his hair as he winked at her? Chihiro felt her plugs crackle momentarily before she spun 180°, because she needed to refresh one of the snack bowls, and absolutely not because she didn't want anyone to see any hypothetical blushing.

This boy was altogether too pretty to be flirting with her, and here they were at a party together. Practically another date. This was dangerous. No, not together. He was there to handle Mika, and for no other reason whatsoever. Chihiro told herself that a few more times, before realizing she was tugging at the bracelet that he'd given her. ...when had she decided to even wear this for the evening?!

***

It had been a good party, Koharu thought. It had been good to see her friends and former classmates again, and they seemed to have gotten along well with her new class, even with Kirishima-Bakugo and Shiori getting into it. Though that had been… mostly good-natured competition. Shiori did have a bit of an aggression issue of his own, after all, to match the incredible violence she knew the explosive girl had been capable of unleashing.

And boy had she ever heard it from Mogura and Tokuda about Kirishima-Bakugo…

But with her former classmates gone, there was nothing left to do but clean-up. Currently, she was in the kitchen helping Shinso put the remainder of the snacks (At least, those that hadn’t been packed away with their guests) away. Which was perfect for her to run Operation Wingwoman.

Wingwoman. Great. Apparently, puns were contagious.

“So, Shinso,” she said. The short boy paused to look over at her. “Did you like meeting my friends?”

“Oh, yeah!” Shinso beamed. “They all seemed like a lot of fun. Even if some of them were a little scary!”

She returned the smile. “That’s good. I know they liked meeting you too. Mogura especially.” Okay, this was it. Dangle it out there, do a little fishing.

“She seemed really nice,” Shinso agreed. “Wait? Did you mean me specifically? Or all of us? Because it would be kind of weird if it was just me. I’m really not all that special or interesting, especially compared to Toshi or Haimawari or Izumi or...”

She shook her head. “I think she really liked hanging out with you,” Koharu said. Okay, maybe that was a bit much. But at least she wasn’t winking yet. She probably didn’t need to hint that hard. “She said she’d like to do it again.”

“Oh, sure!” Shinso said, and for a moment, her heart soared. Mission accomplished! “I always like making new friends! Mom always says you can never have enough friends, but then Dad says that exactly six friends is plenty and then she says he’s joking but he sure doesn’t look like he is…”

Well… she tried. Koharu looked around helplessly, spotting Midoriya in the doorway, who was trying desperately not to laugh.

***

“You know,” Asuka said to Toshi, as the two were walking up the stairs to their dorm rooms, “I was a little worried about Kocho fitting in.”

“Oh?” Toshi asked.

“Different classes, different cultures,” she went on. “But after seeing her old classmates… I think she’s going to fit right in.”

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