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lowkeyremi · 1 month

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HE'S TROUBLE ✧ Atsumu x fem!reader

Summary: Starting fresh is never that easy and here you are starting a new school year as a freshman in college. Frat boy Atsumu is determined to make your life all the harder, because why the hell not? Will you make it to the end of your first year without losing your shit?

Content: Implied black female reader but anyone can read (reader wears a scarf/bonnet to bed), swearing, the miya twins have a little sister. (divider)

WC: 2k words

ONE - MOVING IN (Chapter Masterlist)

Reality finally hit you when it turned July 29th. You’ve graduated high school and now you’re going to college. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the college on the top of your list but it was the third option, which in your opinion is still pretty good considering some people don’t even get into any of the colleges of their choosing.

Now your only issue is packing. You’ve been procrastinating all summer, hanging out with friends, playing video games, and doing other random little things you like to do. You have not packed a single box– or bought any boxes for that matter.

Your mother has been urging you to at least start on the little things so you can get something done. Of course you’d blow her off with the idea of ‘I can do it later’.

August is approaching fast and your dorm move in day is August 16th. That gives you two weeks and four days to get everything you want to take with you packed and into your dorm. After that, classes start on the 21st.

Are you nervous? Just a little of course. It'll be weird not seeing family everyday, having your phone taken away because of something stupid you'd done, or being asked to drive your cousins/siblings somewhere. As a college student you'll be expected to manage yourself and get up for classes and what not.

It sucks that seniors get the first pick for classes. Freshmen are last on the list meaning you get the scraps. It's okay though, at least you're taking the essential classes, right?

"[name]! Have you started packing anything yet? I bought you some containers and vacuum seal bags!" Your mother yells from the living room.

"Uhhh..." She's bound to be upset, it's obvious. She asked you to start packing like last week– or was it the week before that?

"I'm packing right now!" Why did you say that? Now she's going to come and check for herself. With haste you begin to spread things across your floor to make it look like you're packing stuff. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, decor, stationery, anything in your line of view is tossed on the floor- in a neat pile of course.

When you look up you meet your mother's eyes and her look is skeptical, doubtful even, she can tell you probably hadn't been packing.

"Mhm... have you looked at that list I sent you? The one with the essentials." Your eyes meet the stuff in her hands then her face once more.

"Will you be mad if I say no?" The sound of soft laughter fills your room. Your mom joins you on the floor, giving a good look to everything on your floor. "Oh what am I going to do with you? For years it was 'I can't wait to move out and go to college.' and now that the time has come you haven't even started packing yet."

"Yes I have! Do you not see the stuff I have out?"

"Girl bye, I am not stupid. I know you just threw this stuff on your floor before I came in here."

"Okayyyy you got me." You raise your hands in defense your mother starts to organize the stuff on your floor.

"It can be a little scary, but you'll get used to it. If you ever have any trouble.. call me. I fight kids." That statement lightens your anxiousness to pack a little bit. The fact that she's actually serious makes it all the more comforting.

"Okay.. I want at least, half your stuff packed by tonight. Your move in day is a little over two weeks from now. That time is gonna fly by and knowing you; you'll want to get some more goodbyes in before you leave." She's right of course, if there was a president of 'waiting until the last minute' it might've just been you.

"I'll get it done. I promise!"

"Is this everything?" Your mother asks looking at both her car and yours. They're packed to the brim with all your things: bedding, boxes of clothes, your small TV, decor, and other things that may not have a use as of right now. At this point it would have been better to rent a small moving truck.

"Uhh.. I'll go check one more time, but I think it is." In order to move things along faster your siblings (or cousins) decided to tag along to help with the moving process. There's a little space in both cars to fit them comfortably without being pulled over... you assume.

When you make it upstairs to check your room, you ultimately decide on not even walking in. Even though your bed, dresser, and some of your posters are hanging up the room feels empty, void of life. It's going to be a lot getting used to your new living conditions, but no one forced you to go to college. It was your own choice.

"Take care of my room for me, okay?" You'd ask no one in particular. Hesitation fills your body when closing the door to your old room, it'll only be a few months until you see it again, fall break. Your youngest sibling or cousin stampedes up the stairs, "Hurry up [name]!! we don't wanna be late!!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Let's get on the road."

Your first thought is that this school is huge, and well duh of course it is.. it's a college campus. It's nothing like the little high school you went too. Your second thought is that there are a lot of people too.

People of all kinds of backgrounds; you realize. People come from all over the world just to go to school here which seems a little crazy but in reality it's not in the grand scheme of things.

All you family members are helping you haul your stuff up to the second floor where your dorm is. Since you are a freshman you're getting a dorm in one of the older buildings while seniors can rent out school apartments and what not. It's only the beginning, you'll reach that level some day, but for now, this is your life.

Your RA is a young woman probably around 8-10 years older than you are. A kind lady with a welcoming face. She's a bit on the shorter side, but her face also gives you the impression that she is not one to mess with.

"Good morning! You must be a new resident. Can I please get a name and an ID?" A polite nod is sent her way while you search your bag for your school ID. The trip across campus to get your ID was certainly worth it, if you hadn't gotten it before hand you would have had to walk back and get it.

The woman walks you through everything, tells you where everything is and the policies of the dorms, even though you already knew them because they had you read them online and accept them. Minutes later a key was placed in your palm, excitement and nervousness welling up in your body.

"This is it, baby. Time to see your room!" Your mom sounds a little too excited to see your dorm and she says it's because you'll be out of her house but you know she'll miss you.

It was the moment of truth when you reached your door. With no haste at all you placed the key into the lock and slowly turned it in the way that unlocks it. You pushed the door open with your leg because there was a box in one of your arms. Once you could move the box from your face you got a nice look at your room.

Definitely small... it looks pretty bland. Well, at least your side of the room does. Your roommate, Emily, had already moved her stuff in a few days prior to you and she's not here at the moment.

"Cute little room." Your mom snickers your way. When she isn't looking you roll your eyes in fake annoyance. She's most definitely making fun of you. It's not like she has room to talk though, you'd seen her dorm in pictures that she took with her roommates.

The move in was smooth. Stuff was once again everywhere. It was hard making choices of what goes where. Your family spent a little bit of time with you before they were on the road again to go back home.

You can't even lie you started missing them the second they pulled out of the parking lot. It's different, very different. Emily bursts through the door pulling you out of your sorrowful thoughts. Upon seeing her for the first time you can kind of tell she's the 'life of the party'.

"HIIII ROOMIE!!! YOU ARE SO CUTE AHHHH!! I was scared I'd end up with an ugly or weird roommate. Thank God they put me with someone cool though." She's also a chatterbox.. which you are one too but not upon first meetings.

A giggle falls from your lips at her words, you like her already, "How can you tell I'm cool if you don't even know me?"

"Trust me, I know cool people when I meet them. Sooooo do you wanna go get dinner? I was hanging out with some people I met in order to give you some time to settle in." She also seems to be considerate. The two of you will get along just fine. All your worries start to fade away as Emily talks your ear off.

The first couple days of school were nothing like you thought they'd be. When classes were over you immediately crashed in bed when you got back to your dorm. Waking up and trying to actually get ready without your mom telling you to hurry up was hard.

You managed to arrive two minutes before your first lecture but the way those seats were packed made you feel like you were late. You ended up sitting all the way in the back with some girl who had chocolate colored eyes.

Ever since then she's decided to buddy up with you. She always saves you a seat because she somehow is pretty early. Her name is Emi, you learn. Emi Miya. When your professor starts to get boring Emi will tell you stories about her crazy older brothers. You've never met them but you've heard a lot about them. Specifically a lot about the older one, Atsumu.

Three weeks into school Emi invites you to eat lunch with her at this cute little brunch place she's been frequenting. Of course you said yes because honestly you had nothing better to do. Most days you would buy lunch and take it back to your building and eat it in your dorm or one of the common areas.

Emi is so easy to talk to, which you like about her. Sometimes you can be a 'I won't talk to you unless you talk to me' kind of person so you like people like Emi who make socializing easy.

As the two of you are walking to the brunch place Emi strikes up easy conversation, "Soooo do you have a boyfriend?" Her eyebrows wiggle, causing you to laugh a little bit at her silliness.

"Nah, I haven't really met someone I can connect with. All my crushes in high school were just guys I was physically attracted to." Her eyes widen at your statement and she quickly comes to a full stop.

"No way! I thought you would for sure have a boyfriend, but your reasoning is valid. I guess that kinda makes you like a forbidden fruit, huh?" A cheeky smile is painted across her face, she knows something you don't.

"What do you mean by 'forbidden fruit'?" Genuine curiosity courses through your body as you match her steps.

"Well this little group of guys came up to me before you got to the lecture yesterday and asked me if you were single." She's kidding.. she has to be. Well maybe not.. you're attractive of course, and those boys probably just want what you can give them rather than a genuine relationship.

"Yeah well... they probably just want sex, you know?" She nods in agreement, "Which is why I told those boys you have a boyfriend. Just looking out for you."

"Thank you, Emi." The restaurant is in view now so the two of you fall into a comfortable silence.

Well what do you know? Maybe this won't be as bad as you thought it would be. It's a lot to adjust to but you've got it figured out.... for right now at least.

note: second chapter will be more interesting. you meet tsumu for the first time!! I hope you guys enjoyed this little intro chapter. i'm excited to see where this story takes us :3

taglist: @luvly-writer @bugglesboop @vleathers67 let me know if you want to be tagged!!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#atsumu miya #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #haikyu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu fluff #multi fic #multi chap fic #multi chap #haikyuu angst #atsumu angst #atsumu x female reader #he's trouble ch 1 #he's trouble

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sreegs · 1 year

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if you absolutely do not like coffee and you're sure of this, keep scrolling this post isn't for you. if you drink coffee and want better coffee, or you find that you only like some types of coffee, i have some advice for you.

coffee snobs do get one thing right: a burr grinder and keeping your coffee as whole beans ups your home brew game to the next level. if you brew at home, no matter what style, get a burr grinder. and get an airtight (doesnt have to be vacuum sealed, just airtight), opaque container to keep your whole beans at room temperature.

furthermore, if you like coffee but find that some are too bitter, stop buying dark roast. look at the package and find ones labeled "medium" or "light" roast. dark roast coffee is intended for espresso and people who are miserable. or maybe they just like the taste of burned beans, who knows.

lastly, measure your coffee by weight, not by scoop. beans and grounds have different densities so volumetric measurement will vary your daily cuppa coffee like wild. a scale that does grams is like $10 and you should have one in your kitchen anyways. i usually do 25 grams of coffee per 420 grams of water. because it's easy to remember and its the amount i like.

switching from a pre-ground can of dark roast to a fresh-ground, weighed portion of medium or light roast will feel like you just opened your own coffee shop. the burr grinder is the most expensive part but it's a one-time investment (barring any shitty grinders, read reviews carefully). medium and light roast beans are more expensive than folgers or what have you but not by much. the leap in quality is so much more than the price, though.

there's a million other variables that go into a good cup of cawffee but those could fill a library. some are worth tweaking, others dont make a difference, but fresh ground beans and the roast you choose is absolutely the foundation for a nice cup of joe

#coffee #pro tip #life advice

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najia-cooks · 9 months

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[ID: Rice noodles topped with yellow fried tofu and chives; piles of chili powder, peanuts, and chive stems to the side. End ID]

ผัดไทย / Phad thai (Thai noodle dish with tamarind and chives)

Phad thai, or pad thai ("Thai stir-fry") is a dish famous for its balance of sour, sweet, savory, and spicy flavors, and its combination of fried and fresh ingredients. It's commonly available in Thai restaurants in the U.S.A. and Europe—however, it's likely that restaurant versions aren't vegetarian (fish sauce!), and even likelier that they don't feature many ingredients that traditionalists consider essential to phad thai (such as garlic chives or sweetened preserved radish—or even tamarind, which they may replace with ketchup).

Despite the appeals to tradition that phad thai sometimes inspires, the dish as such is less than 100 years old. Prime Minister Plaek Phibunsongkhram popularized the stir-fry in the wake of a 1932 revolution that established a constitutional monarchy in Thailand (previously Siam); promotion of the newly created dish at home and abroad was a way to promote a new "Thai" identity, a way to use broken grains of rice to free up more of the crop for export, and a way to promote recognition of Thailand on a worldwide culinary stage. Despite the dish's patriotic function, most of the components of phad thai are not Thai in origin—stir-fried noodles, especially, had a close association with China at the time.

My version replaces fish sauce with tao jiew (Thai fermented bean paste) and dried shrimp with shiitake mushrooms, and uses a spiced batter that fries up like eggs. Tamarind, palm sugar, prik bon (Thai roasted chili flakes), and chai po wan (sweet preserved radish) produce phad thai's signature blend of tart, sweet, and umami flavors.

Recipe under the cut!

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Serves 2.

Ingredients:

For the sauce:

3 Tbsp (35g) Thai palm sugar (น้ำตาลปึก / nam tan puek)

2 Tbsp vegetarian fish sauce, or a mixture of Thai soy sauce and tao jiew

1/4 cup tamarind paste (made from 50g seeded tamarind pulp, or 80g with seeds)

Thai palm sugar is the evaporate of palm tree sap; it has a light caramel taste. It can be purchased in jars or bags at an Asian grocery, or substituted with light brown sugar or a mixture of white sugar and jaggery.

Seedless tamarind pulp can be purchased in vacuum-sealed blocks at an Asian grocery store—try to find some that's a product of Thailand. I have also made this dish with Indian tamarind, though it may be more sour—taste and adjust how much paste you include accordingly.

You could skip making your own tamarind paste by buying a jar of Thai "tamarind concentrate" and cooking it down. Indian tamarind concentrate may also be used, but it is much thicker and may need to be watered down.

For the stir-fry:

4oz flat rice noodles ("thin" or "medium"), soaked in room-temperature water 1 hour

1/4 cup chopped Thai shallots (or substitute Western shallots)

3 large cloves (20g) garlic, chopped

170g pressed tofu

3 Tbsp (23g) sweet preserved radish (chai po wan), minced

1 Tbsp ground dried shiitake mushroom, or 2 Tbsp diced fresh shiitake (as a substitute for dried shrimp)

Cooking oil (ideally soybean or peanut)

The rice noodles used for phad thai should be about 1/4" (1/2cm) wide, and will be labelled "thin" or "medium," depending on the brand—T&T's "thin" noodles are good, or Erawan's "medium." They may be a product of Vietnam or of Thailand; just try to find some without tapioca as an added ingredient.

Pressed tofu may be found at an Asian grocery store. It is firmer than the extra firm tofu available at most Western grocery stores. Thai pressed tofu is often yellow on the outside. If you can't locate any, use extra firm tofu and press it for at least 30 minutes.

Sweetened preserved radish adds a deeply sweet, slightly funky flavor and some texture to phad thai. Make sure that your preserved radish is the sweet kind, not the salted kind.

For the eggs

¼ cup + 2 Tbsp (60g) white rice flour

3 Tbsp (22.5g) all-purpose flour (substitute more rice flour for a gluten-free version)

1 tsp ground turmeric

About 1 ¼ cup (295mL) coconut milk (canned or boxed; the kind for cooking, not drinking)

¼ tsp kala namak (black salt), or substitute table salt

Pinch prik bon (optional)

To serve:

Prik bon

2 1/2 cups bean sprouts

3 bunches (25g) garlic chives

1 banana blossom (หัวปลี / hua plee) (optional)

1/3 cup peanuts, roasted

Additional sugar

Garlic chives, also known as Chinese chives or Chinese leeks, are wider and flatter than Western chives. They may be found at an Asian grocery; or substitute green onion.

Banana blossoms are more likely to be found canned than fresh outside of Asia. They may be omitted if you can't find any.

Instructions:

For the eggs:

1. Whisk all ingredients together in a mixing bowl. Cover and allow to rest.

For the noodles:

1. Soak rice noodles in room-temperature water for 1 hour, making sure they're completely submerged. After they've been soaked, they feel almost completely pliant. Cut the noodles in half using kitchen scissors.

For the tamarind paste:

1. Break off a chunk of about 50g seedless tamarind, or 80g seeded. Break it apart into several pieces and place it at the bottom of a bowl. Pour 2/3 cup (150mL) just-boiled water over the tamarind and allow it to soak for about 20 minutes, until it is cool enough to handle.

2. Palpate the tamarind pulp with your hands and remove hard seeds and fibres. Pulverise the pulp in a blender (or with an immersion blender) and pass it through a sieve—if you have something thicker than a fine mesh sieve, use that, as this is a thick paste. Press the paste against the sieve to get all the liquid out and leave only the tough fibers behind.

You should have about 1/4 cup (70g) of tamarind paste. If necessary, pour another few tablespoons of water over the sieve to help rinse off the fibers and get all of the paste that you can.

3. Taste your tamarind paste. If it is intensely sour, add a little water and stir.

For the sauce:

1. If not using vegetarian fish sauce, whisk 1 Tbsp tao jiew with 1 Tbsp Thai soy sauce in a small bowl. You can also substitute tao jiew with Japanese white miso paste or another fermented soybean product (such as doenjang or Chinese fermented bean paste), and Thai soy sauce with Chinese light soy sauce. Fish sauce doesn't take "like" fish, merely fermented and intensely salty, and that's the flavor we're trying to mimic here.

2. Heat a small sauce pan on medium. Add palm sugar (or whatever sugar you're using) and cooking, stirring and scraping the bottom of the pot often, until the sugar melts. Cook for another couple of minutes until the sugar browns slightly.

3. Immediately add tamarind and stir. This may cause the sugar to crystallize; just keep cooking and stirring the sauce to allow the sugar to dissolve.

4. Add fish sauce and stir. Continue cooking for another couple of minutes to heat through. Remove from heat. Taste and adjust sugar and salt.

To stir-fry:

1. Cut the tofu into pieces about 1" x 1/4" x 1/4" (2.5 x 1/2 x 1/2cm) in size.

2. Separate the stalks of the chives from the greens and set them aside for garnish. Cut the greens into 1 1/2” pieces.

3. Chop the shallots and garlic. If using fresh shiitake mushrooms, dice them, including the stems. If using dried, grind them in a mortar and pestle or using a spice mill.

4. Roast peanuts in a skillet on medium heat, stirring often, until fragrant and a shade darker.

5. Remove the tough, pink outer leaves of the fresh banana blossom until you get to the white. Cut off the stem and cut lengthwise into wedges (like an orange). Rub exposed surfaces with a lime wedge to prevent browning. If your banana blossom is canned, drain and cut into wedges.

6. Heat a large wok (or flat-bottomed pan) on medium-high. Add oil and swirl to coat the wok's surface.

If you're using extra firm (instead of pressed) tofu, fry it now to prevent it from breaking apart later. Add about 1" (2.5cm) of oil to the wok, and fry the tofu, stirring and flipping occasionally, until golden brown on all sides. Remove tofu onto a plate using a slotted spoon. Carefully remove excess oil from the wok (into a wide bowl, for example) and reserve for reuse.

7. Fry shallots, garlic, preserved radish and tofu (if you didn't fry it before), stirring often, until shallots are translucent. Add mushroom and fry another minute.

8. Add pre-fried tofu, drained noodles, and sauce to the wok. Cook, stirring often with a spatula or tossing with tongs, until the sauce has absorbed and the noodles are completely pliant and well-cooked. (If sauce absorbs before the noodles are cooked, add some water and continue to toss.)

9. Push noodles to the side. Add 'egg' batter and re-cover with the noodles. Cook for a couple minutes, until the egg had mostly solidified. Stir to break up the egg and mix it in with the noodles.

10. Remove from heat. Add half the roasted peanuts, half of the bean sprouts, and all of the greens of the chives. Cover for a minute or two to allow the greens to wilt.

11. Serve with additional peanuts, bean sprouts, banana blossom wedges, chive stems, and lime wedges on the side. Have prik bon and additional grated palm sugar at table.

#phad thai #pad thai #vegan recipes #cooking #thai #gluten free #garlic chives #Chinese chives

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aroeddiediaz · 3 months

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Tease tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @cal-daisies-and-briars

Here’s a little more martian au! Getting to work now on those potatoes…

Side note: how exactly was the Hermes crew supposed to “prepare a thanksgiving meal together” when their cooking instruments are just a microwave and that machine that rehydrates food packs? Mark complains about microwaved potatoes enough to know there’s no stove. Andy Weir look me in the eye and answer the question.

Buck scrolls through the inventory list a bit more, taking a mental note of the most useful categories like clothing, paper, laboratory equipment, samples, Medical equipment, training materials, Thanksgiving meal...

Wait. Thanksgiving? It’s only then that Buck remembers. Thanksgiving was supposed to happen during their 31 sol mission. Dr. Copeland, the team’s lead psychiatrist back on earth, had suggested allowing the crew to cook together as a team for their Thanksgiving meal as a bonding exercise, and a way to boost morale, especially with Bobby leading the crew. With Bobby cooking, it would be a pretty great meal compared to their usual rations, even with the limited cooking supplies crew had (which was really nothing except for a few Bunsen burners that could perhaps be cobbled together).

The important thing was that for the Thanksgiving meal, there were fresh, uncooked raw ingredients. Not frozen, just vacuum-sealed, soft landed, and not exposed to the harsh conditions of Mars. And that included a dozen potatoes- something that Buck feasibly could plant in the Martian soil and perhaps be able to grow a new food supply with.

Tagging: @aspecbuddie @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @lemonzestywrites @your-catfish-friend @inkmortal-trash389 @evanbegins @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz

#911 abc #evan buckley #artemis writing #buddie martian au

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smidge-j · 9 days

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angelcqre · 4 months

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Ti Te Ka'Ra

Mandalorian!141/Jedi!Reader / 55 BBY / Eventual GhostxReader

The ship is warm when you step into it. It’s jarring - in the empty vacuum of space, it’s difficult to maintain warmth, an expenditure of energy that most sentients agree is wasteful at best and suicidal at worst. It’s all too possible that your engine runs out of energy in the middle of nowhere, stranding you for any sleemo to come up on you, especially in the Outer Rim.

And this is deep kriffing Outer Rim.

The airlocks hiss as you step further in, sealing you with the armored man and his crew and the signature in the force that twinkles bright, a splay of youth-curiosity-exhaustion that reminds you of the creche. Of home. Fortuitous, really, that you had been conducting the watchman’s circuit, that you had been so close. A fresh knight in the right place at the right time.

The man before you doesn’t have his helmet on - displays a face that looks older than it should, warm eyes crinkling at the edges even as he looks at you with skepticism and distrust, inscrutable in the force, but mandalorians are like that, are trained to be like that. Jedi hunters, you’re reminded of when your people were at war.

You have no doubt he’s as deadly as any legend of old.

“You’re the jedi,” He says, and his voice is gruff, not a question, no, an accusation. You hum in acknowledgement, hands folding in front of you where you know he can see them, far from the lightsaber hitched onto your belt. "C'mon then - the child is waiting."

You fall into step with him easily, cognizant of him watching you out the corner of his eye. He's good - you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't tuned into his presence in the force. As well-shielded as he is, his awareness is a heavy, distinctive thing, scrutinizing and considering. You think he might be sizing you up. Beneath the armor, you can tell the man is broad, large, surely strong enough to lug around at least seventy pounds of armor, if your own assessment is accurate.

He'd probably give you a run for your money. Your lips quirk at that, curl. It's been a while since you've had a good fight.

He leads you through the small ship to what appears to be a common room - a rounded table embedded into the floor, surrounded by three stools and a backed bench that edges the wall, all smooth durasteel.

In the corner is the largest mandalorian you've ever seen. The man is huge - even beneath his armor, you can tell he's built, broad shoulders and a barrel chest and thick thighs. He'd be downright intimidating - he might still be intimidating - if he didn't have a child nestled into the crook of his arm, dozing happily against the fabric of his cape, one small hand wrapped around his gloved finger tight. She radiates into the force, a steady stream of comfort-safety-sleep that has your own eyes feeling heavy, made worse by how warm the ship is.

You take a step forward as you hear the other man head to the cockpit, curiosity getting the best of you, but the man in the corner's head snaps up, fixes on you like a predator's would, and your breath catches in your throat.

He's like a black hole in the force. It's unnerving - where there should be at least an outline of him, there's a void, unnatural and odd, nearly swallowing the child he's holding and all of her brilliance. You have to fight the urge to snatch her away, to soothe the feeling of strangeness that lingers in the air.

Good shields. Too good - he's all but erased himself in the force. It's a degree of fascinating that has you eager to edge closer and just as eager to step away.

"Tion'cuy?" He asks, voice a low growl, his voice modulator making it worse, and as you approach, you can see that there's some sort of paint along the black beskar, a stylized skull on his bucket and bones etched onto his gauntlets. "Ibic cuyir te jetii?"

"Basic in front of the jedi, vod, captain's orders," Drawls a voice from behind you, a force signature registering alongside the steady sounds of boots on metal grating, lighter than you'd expect for the kind of greaves you're sure he's wearing. "He's askin' what you are, bonnie lass, case you were wonderin'. 'M Soap," He hooks a thumb, gestures to himself, and then to the black-armored mando- "'N that's Ghost."

Unlike Ghost, Soap's armor is lighter, intricately painted in swirls of color that look almost to be like.. explosions against the deep green color, bursts of orange and yellow in sporadic splatters of pigment. His helmet is on, T-Visor dark and obstructive, but his voice is friendly enough, accent thick and warm and low.

"Soap and Ghost. It's a pleasure to meet you both," You say, letting some of the tension loose from your shoulders, gaze flicking between the two of them. "I'm a jedi - a knight. The closest one the council could send. They said it was an emergency case.." Your eyes trail down to the bundle in Ghost's arms, one brow arching when he shifts to hold the baby girl a bit more protectively, wary of you in the way that mandalorians often are. You don't move from where you're standing - not when Soap leans in to inspect you, not when a third lopes out, bucket under his arm and an easy smile on his face.

"And this one's Gaz." Soap rumbles, and this one - this one is different. An easy smile, long lashes, full lips, he's undeniably beautiful, but more than that -

He's force sensitive. You can feel him sprawled out through the force; easy, confident, not enough to qualify for the temple but enough to notice. You hum softly, rattle off your name, try not to take it personally when none of them take note of it.

There's a lightness to his presence. You wonder how it presents; with those just toeing the edge of sensitivity, it typically manifests in gifts, specializations. There's a clearness to Gaz's eyes as he looks you over, a sharpness.

"So you're here to keep the ik'aad from tearing our ship up more?" His voice is smooth, easy, a crisp coruscanti accent that has you tilting your head in curiosity and nodding. He rewards you with a smile, relief flashing in dark eyes, his posture loose and easy. His helmet goes to rest on the table as he drops into a stool, loosing a low sigh and reaching out to the baby.

"That's the idea. Untrained force sensitives are.. difficult," You respond, doing well to keep the question out of your voice. You doubt he knows, and even if he does, it's none of your business. "It's why we start them in the creche from as young as possible. Big feelings, a lot of power, no idea how to control that power.. it's a recipe for disaster, especially on prolonged trips."

Slowly, you move to sit at the table as well, gaze trained on the faceless man holding the child. You can feel his eyes on you - feel him assessing you, just as their captain had, but there's intent behind it that the other man simply hadn't had. Like if you moved wrong, he'd have no qualms squashing you like a grub.

"And that wouldn't amplify the.. difficulty?" Gaz asks, leaning forwards, brows raising, fine lines on his forehead becoming more pronounced. He looks young - you wonder if he's had his fair share of stress. "All of 'em together?"

"Thankfully, no. Between the crechemasters and the creche itself, crechelings are kept pretty settled," You say, gaze once again flicking to the baby. "We, ah. We project calm."

"Some of that jetii banthashite, bonnie?" Soap drops into the bench beside Ghost, utterly oblivious to the ache.

"Something like that."

"Well, s'long as it ain't pointed at us," He says, smiling with a bit too much teeth to be anything other than perfectly clear - friendly as he might be, the wariness is sharp. "'M sure ye ken not to misbehave with us, hen."

You keep your face schooled into impassive placidity, the perfect image of a settled jedi, even if the hair on the back of your neck rises at the suggestion of a threat. Your own eyes reflect back to you on that mirrored visor, and you swallow, soften your eyes, offer an easy, calm smile.

"Of course not."

It's going to be a long trip to coruscant.

#star wars #cod star wars au #my stuff #mando!ghost #mando!141 #mando!price #mando!gaz #mando!soap #star wars au call of duty #star wars call of duty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #codmw2 #141 x reader

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lexosaurus · 7 months

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hey! so im reading your latest update and tbh im a bit confused about something. i didnt really understand this when i read The Martian or watched the movie either 😅. how come Mark cant grow any more potatoes after the air lock exploded?

Thanks for reading my fic! In the book, the reason was because he started with fresh potatoes that had been vacuum sealed but not freeze dried for their thanksgiving meal. When the Hab imploded and the potatoes were exposed to Mars atmosphere/pressure, they died. All their healthy bacteria, any water in them, etc evaporated and died, and the potatoes themselves died too meaning they would not be able to grow tubers to germinate again. Especially considering the potatoes weren't just exposed for a few minutes or even a few hours, but they were out there for two days/nights. That's not a very good situation for them!

#ask #the phantom martian #the martian

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harshcambaytiger · 2 months

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Fresh Roopchand fish, also known as chanduva fish, is a freshwater fish with a rich flavour and a single bone. It can be fried or steamed, and is a great source of protein while being low in calories. Fresh Roopchand Whole is caught fresh daily from the river, vacuum-sealed to preserve its freshness, and delivered straight to your door.

#freshwater fish #Fresh Roopchand fish #chanduva fish #rich flavour #high protein #freshness #vacuum-sealed

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Beef leaf petrichor

My rain and weather loving ass had no issue with petrichor, but for some reason these two did not want to be in a reasonable situation with each other. Also, lets pretend He Xuan can do rain tricks like a certain other calamity.

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The earth is wet, and the musky freshness of the after-rain is so thick in the air that it’s almost assaulting. Shi Qingxuan is on his knees above a puddle, robes still dripping as they hang about his once perfect limbs. The rise and fall of his chest is uneven, but there’s nothing he can do to steady it.

He’s felt eyes on the back of his neck for days—weeks—and his sense of being followed has only gotten worse after leaving Puqi shrine.

It’s the rain that gives the lurker away. He’s had his suspicions since holding his perfectly mended fan one last time, but the rain is what seals it, dense and strange and starting out of nowhere.

Yet, only now, when he’s staring into a puddle of it, surrounded by the darkest kind of petrichor, can he see the blackness of the water.

“I-I know.” He says, but it’s barely more than a whisper, his voice cracking. “I know you’re there, so come out.”

There’s no response, no movement in the trees around him, and the last bit of grief in Shi Qingxuan’s chest finally snaps. “I said, I fucking know you’re there! So why won’t you face me!”

This time the response is instant, a shiver of air right in front of him and the formation of a ghost drenched like a raging sea.

Shi Qingxuan doesn’t look up, he can’t, he knows something deeper might break in him if he does, but he manages another hoarse whisper.

“What more do you want from me? What more could you possibly take?”

Again he’s met with silence, heavy and lingering. His hands begin to shake.

“Answer me!”

“I—” the ghost finally speaks, a shift of movement from his feet, like he means to move closer and back away all at once. “I want nothing.”

Bastard. Shi Qingxuan seethes, a hollow rage echoes within him so suddenly that it physically hurts, but it dies just as quickly.

“Then why are you here,” he sounds weak, broken, but he has to push. There’s something, he knows—he feels— that there has to be a reason, “why follow me all this way?”

There’s another hesitation, the air drying around them like a vacuum, and the ghost shifts again. The puddle between Shi Qingxuan’s hands finally catches the ghost’s reflection, and he finds himself looking indirectly at the eyes that still haunt his dreams. He can’t move, he can’t breathe.

“I just—” Shi Qingxuan can hear He Xuan swallow, his voice familiar in the worst of ways, but sounding just as broken as Shi Quingxuan’s own. “I just needed to know you were safe.”

All the air left in Shi Qingxuan’s lungs compresses. He can't bring himself to say anything else.

It's too late.

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#mmm not confident in this one boys #beefleaf #shi qingxuan #he xuan #tgcf #tgcf spoilers #heaven official's blessing #my writing #ask fic

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buffetlicious · 7 months

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We didn’t plan on buying mooncakes from Bee Cheng Hiang (美珍香) as their retail price for the bakkwa mooncakes had gone up by S$10 from last year and the staff’s discount is a little lacking at 20%. But sister’s company is dangling a delicious 40% off the S$100 box for a limited time so we just couldn’t pass up the purchase. :D

The mooncakes came in an auspicious Red and Gold Box which can double as a reusable storage for small items. Each of the four baked dessert is individually vacuum sealed for freshness.

The Signature Bakkwa Mooncakes (肉干月饼) is filled with melon seeds and nuts like almond, sesame, cashew nut, walnut and winter melon seed with the addition of their gourmet bakkwa (肉干). It offered multilayers of textures from the different nuts and bits of smoky barbecue pork while being savoury sweet in flavours. Normally paired with Chinese tea but I only have less sweet milk tea to go with it.

Topmost image courtesy of Bee Cheng Hiang.

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tartarduck · 10 months

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Highlights of last year's birthday merch 🎊

1. A SCENTED BOOKMARK - I was wondering why they vacuum sealed a piece of paper and then I opened it and OHMYGOD, IT'S SCENTED LIKE FRESH FLOWERS AND CITRUS. I will be so devastated when the scent fades,, if this is how Luke canonically smells like (I swear I am a normal person I'm just fascinated because the game is all visual and audio so this is a completely new sense I SWEAR IM SANE) Anyway. If this is what Luke canonically smells like, then oh my god. He is actually just fresh laundry and citrus. I love him so much. The embodiment of sunshine.

2. TINY LUKE (+TINY NXX) IN A JAR - I CAN SHAKE THEM AND THEIR TINY LITTLE HEADS . THEY'RE THE SIZE OF MY SMALLEST FINGERNAIL. I'M SOBBING .

#tot merch #just thoughts i needed to get out #luke smells like sunshine....#:((((( pray that my bookmark never runs out of scent

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kazemi-archive · 1 year

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Dirty Laundry

Pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader

Word Count: ~0.6k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: crying, healing from a breakup

Summary: You returned my shirts to my mailbox fresh and clean. I don’t know if you did so to be nice or to be mean. To be a good guy, give back what’s mine, fold my dirty laundry or with your detergent wash my clothes and your hands of me.

Part Five of Desiderium

A/N: If dialogue is in blue, this is irl something that was said to me or by me. Thank you for being here live for my therapy.

PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE ON THE MASTERLIST ON MY BLOG BEFORE READING

Swapping things like jackets became commonplace between Toru and I while we were dating. I never wore the right size jackets so he tended to leave me with his and steal mine in their place. A constant swap. I never was lacking a jacket that smelt like him.

He made me a promise, early in the relationship when he realized that I found comfort in the way he smelled, when he noticed how no matter how stressed I was, I would feel better when I buried my face into his chest and inhaled deeply, finding myself surrounded with him. He made me a promise to always have a jacket of his, no matter what. To have a shirt of his to sleep in. As long as he could steal a jacket of mine in return.

It was like that until the end. Like how it was now. Two weeks later. Crashing in a friend’s spare room. And staring at the small box in front of me. He’d left it on our friend’s doorstep for me to find. A few items of clothing that had gotten mixed into his in the move. One week after I’d seen him last. A jacket of mine laid neat on top.

I glanced over at the jacket of his in my closet, the white fabric burning my eyes from its spot there. He’d let me keep that one too. And the shirt of his that I used to sleep in the most.

I’d already packed all of my jackets by the time he’d broken up with me. The day after, I sat staring at the vacuum-sealed bag with the pile of my jackets stuffed inside of it. It was going to be cold soon and I’d made a conscious thought the day before to pack all of my jackets, assuring myself that I’d be able to just use one of his for a week or so until I could unpack mine in a new apartment.

He’d walked into our room quietly, trying to not disturb me more than he had already. Watched me glare at the jackets, building up the energy to open it, unseal the bag and dig out the one I wanted before doing it again. It was like he could read my mind. I always hated that about him. He knew more about me than anyone else. More than even I did sometimes.

“You were going to use one of mine. Right?” I winced at the implication that I’d assumed that I would be able to.

“I’m just building up the energy. It’s okay.” My voice was quiet. Scratchy from the crying, the sobbing and begging and screaming. I winced at the sound of it.

“You can still use one.” He sighed and walked over to a box of his things. “Here.” He opened the box and revealed the contents to be his jackets. “Pick one to have.”

I was hit with another wave of sadness that I couldn’t quite explain. “I can’t.” I shook my head and tried to keep myself from crying. I didn’t need to force him to give me something of his.

He sighed and dug around for a little bit. The white sleeve he tugged on revealed the rest of the hoodie easily. “Here, take this one.” He piled the fabric into my arms and I couldn’t help the hurt that panged through me. He meant it to be nice. A comfort. But the fabric wouldn’t even smell like him, he- “I never wear it anyways so you can keep it.” I knew that fact, which is why the sinking feeling was in my stomach.

It was backhanded assistance. The help that hurt the most. I would rather freeze.

The box I was staring at now had the same effect. A box with things of mine that had been caught up in his things. Some of my clothes. Washed. I didn’t know if he was trying to be nice, to be the good guy and give back what was mine. Fresh and clean and folded. Washed with the last of the detergent I’d had. None of it even smelt like him. Not even like his detergent.

I knew he meant it to be nice. But it felt mean.

It was all me. Like he left no trace of himself.

Like he wanted to wash his hands of me.

A/N: free therapy yk…

#𓇻 Desiderium

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EP 10. Fleeting moments

WORD COUNT. 1457

Link to overview

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“Mr. Madl, Slagturn has been killed.”

Their only lead in regards to the shadow organisation had shrivelled up into a corpse within a night. No traces of poison or offensive magic was used in sealing the fate of this old mummy. Cuts and wounds were never found as if an energy beam had vacuumed the moisture and health of his body. Perhaps it was indeed Innocent Zero, rumoured to know forbidden spells, who had managed to bypass their security and end their captive confidant.

‘I guess, such an investigation will never start,’ Orter told himself, ignoring the stares and murmurs as he waited outside the bureau. He checked his wrist as he continued to lean against the wall as he remembered her words.

“There’s a flea market happening for the next 2 days,” she showed him a flyer, it would span until this Wednesday. “That’s no good,” he replied with a slight furrow in his brows; “I doubt a single police officer is enough to handle such a crowd.” Even if it happens near Marchette Street, it’s likely to become unregulated quickly. Typically, events like these are told a month in advance in order to allow for ample time to schedule and allocate officers to patrol. Additionally, Wednesday was the break day for the officers patrolling that area due to being the least busy day out of the week.

“Why don’t we go on patrol there for the last day?” She suggested. “The public hasn’t seen us together since the news, it’ll help settle certain things left from the initial shock.”

“Aren’t you busy that day though?”

“I’ll be done by 10.”

It was 10 minutes till 11.

He might as well find her instead of waiting for her, he told himself as he began strolling around the premise. The Blood Cane had 3 appointments today: the first was with Tsurara in regards to testing the effectiveness of a new technology due to her stable application of magic, the second was to the overlook the interviews for potential staff members with head of HR, Mary Shawn, and the last was to check up on the team leaders of their department. All of which should be done by now. She wasn’t the type to get lost either so it confused him.

“Bloody Sicko!”

Until he saw what seemed to be an increasingly violent situation between 3, including the woman herself, and disarmed them of their wands instantly without another breath wasted.

“What’s going on here?” Eyes coldly assessing the situation. “What department are you two from?” Their faces and black mops of hair were unfamiliar and they seemed to fear him compared to her by comparison.

“M-magical security…”

“New recruits, huh? I’d suggest heading back, they usually hold weekly meetings for newbies,” he stated, watching as the two stiffened at his words and with reluctant pleasantry scurried off with their wands. The blonde seemed unphased by what had happened as she blankly stared at them in the distance but he questioned. “Do you know them?”

“I think… they were my cousins,” uncertainty traced her voice as her fingers ghosted her temple. “Sorry for holding you up,” she scratched her head, changing topic. “Mary wanted me to choose at least 1 person from the interview to join our department so it took a while to decide.”

He stretched out his hand with a simple phrase, equally switching to their planned topic. “Let’s go.” To which she gladly accepted, loosely locking their fingers together as they began their patrol.

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The flea market’s a bustling place with wooden stalls with fresh produce, and the scent of sweet and savoury bites wafting through the air as people of all kinds browse around. The Desert Cane walked in tandem with her, unused to the focus and swash of attention as his grip on her hand tightened. The clacking of the pots, and creaks of the carts replaced their unheard conversation. A glance at the younger man seemed to imply unease and irritation from the atmosphere, although he kept quiet and held on an unbothered expression as his gaze scanned and took in the area.

‘Just focus on doing the patrol.’ Pushing down his discomfort as he continued his pace with Rinka in tow. Words were drowned amidst the tunes of buskers, the sizzling of food, and the chatter of neverending people. An argument escalated between a stall owner and their employee regarding the quality of food, as the laughter of children with contempt shrilled amidst the marching band and puppet theatre antics scratched at his ears. Like a carousel he couldn’t get out of, he continued to increase the pace of his stride.

‘It’s just a patrol.’ It’s not like he hasn’t executed one before on this particular cobblestoned path. It’s by the book. Every police officer does it. Even if it’s a chore, he had agreed to it. ‘It’s just a patrol.’ Even Rinka had told him so. ‘It’s just a patrol.’

‘Why doesn’t it feel like a patrol?’

‘It’s just a patrol.’

‘It’s just--’

Unnaturally, the uneasiness nested within him thawed as his eyes read a the signboard of a crepe stall and he heard a suppressed hiss right beside him. He had forgotten about her who as much as he did, covered her discomfort. But with a warm smile as he loosened his grip on her hand. “I…”

“Let’s take a break, shall we?”

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Orter took a deep sigh as he took a seat on a bench near a park further down from the market. She had used a temporary soothing spell to alleviate his clouded and muddled mind which was slowly returning as he watched a child play with simple light spells, pompously showcasing them to friends-alike. A light spell would be the first magic one learns before the manifestation of your own magic. They must be rather young to be amazed at such a sight, calmness washing over him.

The familiar bright crisp maple leaf robe entered the corner of his eye. She had returned with crepes in hand and an earmuff hung on her forearm. Why did she buy an earmuff? They don’t get hit with snow like the north, his heart thundered for no reason. ‘Don’t say it.’ She aimed her pointer to the side of her head, his eyes following them with baited focus. “You looked out of it.”

“Did I really?” he replied to her words, helping himself the chocolate syrup one while she took a seat.

“You didn’t reply to my words until I used Tranquilier.” He clenched his freed fist at those words. “Not even Sapaiserez?” What was he even doing? He scored decently during those practical tests barely 2 years ago. “The range of that spell is too cumbersome to adjust,” she muttered taking a bite into her own snack. To use a sedative spell meant for rogue dragons was indeed concerning for him but she seemed to think otherwise. “It has a guaranteed effect which is what I wanted.”

“But doesn’t it require a lot of energy?”

“You’re overthinking it.”

Yes. That’s all it was, he told himself. He was doing just that. There’s nothing wrong about it. There’s nothing wrong about her reaction or assumptions either.

"Take your time, the flea market continues until 8 o'clock," she added. There’s no reason to push him to open up. Especially, if you know half of the story. He was simply too tense for the civilians’ ease of mind, which corresponds to their duty and purpose for being here. If the cold and stringent Desert Cane looked distressed, it wouldn’t fare well for any of them. It was like telling the world they had screwed up in the worst way imaginable. "We can always head back."

A sense of envy pervades their thoughts as they watch how carefree the children and their parents were. Something neither of them have the luxury of enjoying, even though it was clearly a date: it didn't feel like one. An unstated heaviness took over the space between them as they seemed to enjoy each other’s presence. Soon enough, they would continue their patrol with Orter wearing the earmuffs due to the precarious position she held them in. Their fingers interlocked once more as the crowd swallowed them in a bustling embrace, wandering with no end in view as he continued to be led by her until she stopped.

As if staring back at a reflection of her future, she paled. Instead of her pale blonde locks, they were honey brown. The spitting image of the Blood Cane in a much more approachable form.

Under her breath with utter confusion and discomfort, she muttered: “Why is she here?”

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Emotional baggage vibes honestly.

Made up some soothing spells!

Tranquilier - A rather high level magic spell that eats up a lot of magical power reserves. Singular targetting spell. 100% guaranteed effect. Most notably used to tranquilise rogue endangered dragons/magical creatures, and sedate Agito Tyrone and Tsurara Halestone on two separate occasions.

Sapaiserez - A 1km radius wide soothing spell indiscriminate of who its cast one excluding the caster. Uses less magical energy than Tranquilier. With enough magic fortification and strong will the spell's effect on a person by person basis will be reduced and can even be bypassed when in the area. It's possible to adjust the range of the spell but that requires more finesse. Most commonly used to curb mass hysteria in large crowded areas and even amongst shepherds.

#mashle oc #mashle fanfic idea #orter madl #mashle x oc #mashle #orter madl x oc #divine visionaries #orter mádl #orter x reader

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