#as well as an island. kitchen remodeling

[fauxboy]

Great Room - Transitional Kitchen

[markwickens]

Atlanta Dining Kitchen

[passionoverfashion]

Pantry Kitchen

[batty4u]

Dining - Kitchen

[frothandbubble]

Dallas Transitional Kitchen

[analogveins]

Kitchen - Contemporary Kitchen

[tommyxvx]

Kitchen in Denver

[sadis-gate]

Transitional Kitchen - Enclosed

[nail-it-in]

Great Room in Denver

[fandomunite2107]

Meeting Carmy

Meeting Carmy at a family party that he was hired to cater.

Finding a hiding spot at this anniversary party was not as easy as you thought. There were people in almost every room with drinks in their hands, all catching up with family that they haven’t seen since in a while. With it being January, it was too cold outside to stand on the patio, though hypothermia isn’t looking too bad at the moment. You love your family, you really do, it’s just after hearing Uncle Billy’s fishing stories for the third time and your great aunt trying to match you up with everyone she knows, it’s a been a bit much. Work today wasn’t bad, but dealing with teenagers is draining on anyone, and rushing to get ready and coming to this party makes for a long day. You at least look nice for the party tonight. You had just enough time to do your hair and find matching shoes and jewelry for your outfit.

Finally, you’re able to break away from your cousin telling you about her newest remodeling project at home and are able to make your way into the kitchen. The door swings close and for a moment it’s silent. You can still make out the voices from down the hall, and from the sounds of it it seems like Uncle Billy found someone else to tell that fishing story too. Walking around the kitchen island you look out the window over the sink to see that snow has started to fall outside. You set your drink that you have been carrying down on the counter and take a deep breath.

“Yo. Watch where you’re going.” The door to the kitchen swings open. Really needing some quiet time and not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment you slip down the island onto the floor, hoping that no one sees you and disturbs the moment of peace that you found.

“What the hell? Is uh there a reason that you’re on the floor ?”

Looking up, you see a man in a chef’s uniform, realizing that he is a part of the catering staff that was hired for this party.

“I needed a break from that,” Waving your hand in the general direction of the noise. “Am I in the way? I’m sure there must be some room in the pantry if I move some things if you need me to.”

“Nah, um it’s fine for now.”

“Y/N! Are you in here?” Hearing your great aunt coming into the kitchen, you try to motion to the chef that you are indeed not here at the moment.

“Oh. Hello young man. Have you seen my niece? Her name is y/n. She’s about this tall. Wearing a dress.” My aunt directs these questions to the chef.

The man slides his eyes down to you before he shakes his head. “Ah. No ma’am, I haven’t.”

You smile and relax a bit on the floor. Looking up to the man you take in his appearance, realizing that this man is so much more than attractive.

“Oh, well. If you do could you tell her that I gave her number to one of the young men at my church who is single. She should be getting a call from him soon.” You bite down on your bottom lip trying to stifle a groan. You love your great aunt, but really why does she always feel the need to set everyone up. “How old are you?” You shake your head as your aunt asks the question, continuing to look at the chef. “You are very handsome and you seem handy around the kitchen. You and my niece would make a nice couple. I’ll give you her number.” I hear my aunt open a drawer and shut it, moments later hearing the sound of paper tearing. “Here. You call her. You two would make beautiful babies.”

“Um, thanks?” The chef seems dazed as the door closes behind my aunt. “I. That. That was interesting.” He says as he pushes his hair back from his face.

Standing up from the floor, you turn to face the chef. “I feel like I should properly introduce myself now, especially after all that. I’m y/n.” You extend you hand out to him.

It seems as if he is trying to hold back a smirk as he reaches for your hand. “Carmen. You can call me Carmy, most people do. My restaurant was hired to cater. Your um. Your aunt is something.”

You let out a short laugh. “Yes she is. Sorry about all that. Thank you for not blowing my cover. This is all a bit embarrassing. You don’t have to keep my number.” Pointing to the paper that your aunt wrote your number on, which is lying by a cutting board.

“You don’t want me to have it?” Carmy tilts his head to the side.

Feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “What. No. I just. I. There was talk of babies and people at church. It’s a lot for anyone. I was giving you an out.” Please stop talking and making this worst you thought to yourself. Why does he have to be so good looking? It’s becoming too distracting to look at him.

“I don’t think I want an out.” Carmy says as you heart skips a beat, which now you know is actually a thing that can happen.

The door swings open to the kitchen revealing your great aunt. “Oh y/n there you are! I see you met this handsome chef. He’s handsome isn’t he y/n?”

“Oh. Ah, yes very handsome.” You say looking at Carmy, noticing a bit of a blush on his cheeks.

“I will leave you two alone. I already gave him your number y/n” My aunt nods at the paper with your number on it before she leaves through the kitchen door again.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry. This is a lot.” You cover your face with your hands, after a moment you move your fingers so that you can peek through to look at Carmy, seeing him smile at you.

The door to the kitchen opens again, this time revealing another member of what you assume is the catering company.

“Hey, Chef. Everything is looking good out there, but we’re getting low on the appetizers.” The man sets down a tray on the island and seems to realize that Carmy is not alone. “Oh, who’s this cousin?”

“Here take this tray out and refill the appetizers. I’ll start getting the rest of the trays together.” Carmy hands a well filled tray to the other chef, who exits the kitchen, but not before he gives Carmy a smirk nodding at you.

“I should get back to the party” You say as you don’t want to be in the way of him working. “It was nice to meet you Carmy”.

“Yeah. You too.” Carmy says though he’s too busy getting back to work to look up at you. You pick up your drink that you set down earlier and head to the door, looking at the chef once more before you leave to get back to the party.

The next hour or so you mingle with family members that you haven’t seen in a while. The party is nice and you do end up having a good time catching up with everyone. The food is excellent and anytime you hear someone mention the food you smile knowing that Carmy had a hand in making everything. As the party winds down, you think of heading back to the kitchen just to see him once last time, but every time you come close to doing that you chicken out thinking Carmy might find the intrusion annoying if he’s working.

After another half hour of mingling, you decide that it’s time to head home. You say your goodbyes to everyone and put your coat on before leaving the house. As you’re heading home you hear a notification come through your phone, looking down you see an unknown number had texted you. Opening up the text you see the message: Hey. It’s Carmy. Must have missed you before you left.

Smiling and feeling giddy from the message, you type out a response.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Lovely brick 1900 Classic American Foursquare in Columbus, OH looks so handsome from the exterior, but it's been remodeled inside. I was kind of shocked to see that the 4bd, 4ba, home is priced at $1.8M. It's not the worst reno I've seen, but tell me what you think of it.

There's a foyer and a central entrance hall. Sitting rooms are on either side of the hall and still have the original pocket doors, as well as an original light fixture. The walls are HGTV pale gray.

Why do they feel that they have to modernize to appeal to buyers, yet save the original doors, fireplace, stained glass, etc., b/c they appeal to buyers, also. Make up your mind.

Here, they have the original fireplace surround, but it's painted to match the walls.

Very large dining room. The walls have been painted over dark gray and there are 2 modern light fixtures over a modern dining set.

I can't believe that they painted over the built-in cabinet and moldings.

The kitchen reno is white with classic Shaker cabinets, black slate flooring and an island with counter seating. They also put in new glass doors to the deck and a contrasting red light fixture.

The classic HGTV subway tile backsplash and farm sink. Has anyone noticed that some granite counters are very thin?

The backsplash behind the stove is granite.

Tiny guest powder room. Sink's cute.

Very modern look office with black moldings and white walls.

There isn't a grand staircase in this style home, but they painted the original railing gray & white. An original door is now black.

Even though you can't really see the stairs, they still go up & around with a landing. The chandelier makes me want to straighten those white rods out.

I'm wondering if the walls w/the slats were all wood that they painted over. The fireplace is still here, but it's not workable.

What a long, narrow bath. It looks like the walls and floors are original marble and tile. The door and moldings have been painted over pale gray. I see that the door is already chipping.

This looks nice.

There's a small walk-in closet in the bathroom.

The pink child's room is pretty.

And, this child's room looks very nice, too.

Much larger bath with a big shower.

The attic is finished and includes a kitchen.

There's also a bedroom up here.

Plus a shower room.

There's a deck on the back of the house.

And, a beautiful patio and pool.

The 7,405 sq ft lot includes a 2 car garage around the block.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/158-Buttles-Ave-Columbus-OH-43215/33851915_zpid/?

[renegadewangs]

HEAR ME OUT...

I have here some underappreciated excerpts from The Art of Wish:

I tried to highlight the relevant bits, but the quality is a bit iffy, so to repeat what I really want to draw attention to... "The castle was built long before Magnifico was around, but he superimposed himself on it when he took over, which is what rulers have done all throughout history. [...] "Magnifico Style" is on full display in his study. We imagine that Magnifico remodeled when he took power, so this is a newly built and interior-designed space with everything to his taste. [...] Actually, the decision to have an ancient secret lair came very late in production and affected the design of the magic book as well. The lair is an ancient room that Magnifico discovered while doing renovations to his study, so the book had to be ancient too." So despite the movie's implications that Magnifico and Amaya built the castle from the ground up when they settled on the island, this isn't actually the case. Something ancient was already there and they built over it, shaping something new and 'beautiful' out of what I can only assume were ruins, because at this point in time Magnifico wouldn't have had enough power/authority to usurp any previous rulers. I expect the island was abandoned, the previous owner of the castle long gone. He found the lair in the tower with all its creepy contents (apple dripping green poison, cauldrons, skulls, etc.), including the forbidden book, which he then moved upstairs and sealed away in a glass case with a protective enchantment on it. But now we get to the actual reason that I wanted to draw attention to this, because what we have here is potential for COMEDY GOLD. Can you imagine it? Magnifico and Amaya arrive on this island, find an old castle with the most shady stuff imaginable in it, and instead of doing the smart thing and tearing it all down to the ground, Magnifico instead flips this evil villain lair. He grows increasingly persistent that this can work because he's stubborn like that, and refuses to give up on the new home they're building for themselves, while Amaya grows increasingly worried over the many warning signs.

"Honey, I found a prophecy etched into the old kitchen wall, claiming that any kingdom built on this isle is doomed to fall to paranoia." "ANOTHER ONE? Ugh... I'll get the paint."

"Baby, I found old diaries from the previous ruler of this castle, which slowly descend into gibberish as he seems to fall prey to some sort of mad desire for control and overwhelming micro-management." "Oh man, mood." "What?" "What?"

"Mi rey, the howls of the damned are coming up out of the secret lair again." "Hnnn... I'll add another layer of isolation to the floor tomorrow."

[batty4u]

San Francisco Dining Kitchen

[geneticdriftwood]

lost and found pt. 1: missing pieces (dickroy wip snippet)

Summary:

"In the photo, Roy’s head hangs backwards over the arm of their old couch. His face is covered in doodles that Dick had helped a tiny Lian draw, all in multicolored permanent marker. He’s trying to look dramatically outraged, but the effect is ruined by the bright grin he can’t quite suppress. His gaze is directed off camera, to where Lian is giggling delightedly in Dick’s lap, a bright streak of blue smudged across her right cheek. The look in his eyes is full of such intense love and devotion that Dick forgets, for a moment, how to breathe."

Or: Dick thinks about the past and fails to change the future.

A/N: this is a little snippet from pt. 1 of lost and found, my wip au where Lian and Damian become friends while she's running around gotham still "dead". they get themselves stranded half a galaxy away, and in the process of rescuing them, dick and roy finally work through their issues and figure their shit out. takes place shortly after bruce returns from the time stream, pre-nu52 canon but with lian's current death plotline

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The last kid from his gymnastics class has finally been picked up, so Dick heads to the staff locker room to rinse off before going home. 

Honestly, Dick hates this locker room. It’s nothing like the tiny one at his old gym in New York, with its cracked mirror, and its shower with shit water pressure, and its photos and stickers and children's artwork on every locker. This one is too big, all shiny and new and impersonal, remodeled, like the rest of the gym, with money from a generous anonymous donation. Because Bruce can’t resist shoving himself into every fucking corner of Dick’s life.

That’s probably enough bitching about Bruce for now. He doesn’t want to hit his daily quota before he even finds out what happened last night with Damian. 

Dick finishes his shower and towels off, changing into a clean pair of sweatpants and an old Wonder Woman t-shirt. Gym bag over his shoulder, he waves goodbye to his coworkers and steps out into the soft light of early evening. He throws a helmet on, hops on his bike, and pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of his apartment. 

The fog of stress and exhaustion has finally cleared from his head, and he’s feeling more like himself than he has all day, but something in his chest still aches. 

His last group of the day had been the tumbling class for 5-6 year olds. It's one of his favorites to teach–– it’s mostly just playing games, and he loves seeing how carefree and comfortable in their own skin the kids that age still are. But there’s moments when he looks at them and chokes on the air in his lungs, unable to swallow the grief. 

Sophie had landed her first cartwheel today, and all he could see was Lian, running into the tower kitchen to proudly show him that look, she finally got the feet right! And he and Donna had applauded, and let her lick the cookie dough off the spoon, and listened as she’d sat at the kitchen island, kicking her feet and telling them all about some new animal fact she’d learned. 

He thinks about calling Roy and sharing the memory. But he doesn't know if he should, hasn't talked to him recently enough to know whether the thought of past joy would be a comfort, or just a painful reminder of loss.

It aches down to his bones, that he doesn’t know. The distance between him and Roy feels so wrong, like he’s missing a limb. 

Dick pulls in and parks in front of his favorite little corner grocery store. Dick wants to say he doesn’t know how all this started, but, well, he definitely does. He just doesn't particularly want to think about it.

This is his own damn fault, he knows. Roy’s been trying to reach out, lately. They see each other semi-regularly, at Justice League meetings or during the occasional mission. Out of costume sometimes, too, at someone’s birthday dinner or a West family cookout. But Dick’s had a lot of practice dodging conversations he doesn’t want to have. And normally Roy doesn’t let him get away with that, but they both know better than to start this fight in public. 

So Dick avoids being alone with Roy, and Roy stares at him from across the room, eyes burning holes in the side of Dick’s head. Between the two of them, silences have always been so much louder than screaming matches. 

Dick glances down. He’s a little surprised to notice that he has his phone out and opened to Roy’s contact, where a much younger face looks up at him. Donna had taken the picture, one afternoon when it had just been the three of them and Lian in the tower.

In the photo, Roy’s head hangs backwards over the arm of their old couch. His face is covered in doodles that Dick had helped a tiny Lian draw, all in multicolored permanent marker. He’s trying to look dramatically outraged, but the effect is ruined by the bright grin he can’t quite suppress. His gaze is directed off camera, to where Lian is giggling delightedly in Dick’s lap, a bright streak of blue smudged across her right cheek. The look in his eyes is full of such intense love and devotion that Dick forgets, for a moment, how to breathe.

It’s not like Dick wants things to stay like this. He misses his friend so much it burns inside. But he doesn’t know how to fix this. He’s afraid to try. Dick feels stuck, frozen. Why the hell is this so hard? 

His thumb hovers over the call button on the screen. He really, really wants to hear Roy’s voice.

Suddenly his phone vibrates, and a text from Tim pops up at the top of the screen.

dropping itty bitty bat off at ur place, eta 20min. if u arent home to stop me i WILL be stealing all ur zesti.

The tension of the moment breaks, and Dick is back to being just a guy in a parking lot. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and pauses for a moment before pocketing his phone and turning to head into the store. He’s got a kid he needs to make dinner for, and he should probably restock on Zesti.

As he pushes the door open and is hit with cool air and the sounds of shoppers, a little voice in his head whispers “coward”. It sounds uncomfortably like Roy’s.

[ihni]

Wanna stay for (a microwave) dinner?

For Billy's Birthday Bonanza (@harringroveweek) day 3, prompt "Microwave Dinner" and "18 years old" (+ the set daily wordcount of 1234 words)

(Read on AO3)

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Steve swore under his breath as he lugged the heavy box up three flights of stairs. When he got to the top he found himself outside a wooden door, and as his hands were full he kicked at it with his shoe instead of knocking.

It swung open, and revealed Billy Hargrove. A dirty, sweaty Billy Hargrove who had … was that cobwebs in his hair?

“Delivery for you,” Steve deadpanned and shouldered past him, stepping into the apartment while looking for somewhere he could set down the box. The place was sparsely furnished, to say the least – just a rickety table and three chairs, two of which were laden with boxes. On the table were piles of books and tapes, and a record player with speakers. From where Steve was standing, he could see into a kitchen which – by the look of things – was barely bigger than Steve’s closet at home. What little he could see of the counter was full of groceries and cleaning items.

Steve had just opened his mouth to ask where he could put the box when Billy simply grabbed it from his grip and set it down on the floor right there in the middle of the room. Their fingers briefly touched when Billy took it from him, and Steve discreetly shook his hands out to get rid of the sudden tingles. Billy, his back to Steve, immediately sunk to his knees and started opening the box. When he got it open, his face split in a grin.

“This is perfect, Harrington, thanks.” He picked up the microwave oven that had been in the box and carried it over to the small island of furniture in the middle of the room, setting it down on the only unoccupied chair and taking a step back to admire it. “How much do I owe you?”

Steve’s parents had been remodeling the kitchen, and the new microwave they’d put in had cost around 300 dollars. When Steve had mentioned the remodeling to the Party, Max had said that her brother was moving out and that he was surely in need of a few things if the Harrington’s wanted to get rid of some stuff. Steve had planned on charging around 100 bucks for this thing – it was a few years old and he hadn’t cleaned it before packing it up, but it was in working condition and he did drive all the way here and carried it to Billy’s doorstep …

But now, glancing around the barren apartment – with its too low ceiling and peeling wallpaper – he found that he didn’t have the heart to charge that much. It looked like Billy would need his money for other things.

Like a couch, or a functioning ceiling lamp.

So, “Thirty bucks,” Steve said, trying to sound casual about it.

Billy narrowed his eyes at him. “Max said a hundred.”

“That’s what it cost new,” Steve lied and changed the topic. “Why do you need a microwave anyway?”

“Because I like my food warm,” Billy said. When Steve leveled him with an unimpressed look, his face split in a grin and he added, “And because this place is a shithole, and the stove doesn’t work.”

Looking at the boxes that were stacked along one wall, Steve asked, “Did you move in recently, or …?”

“Today!” was the reply. “The previous tenant didn’t clean it before moving out, but that gave me a discount on the first month’s rent, so …” Billy walked to the kitchen and waited until Steve had followed before he motioned to the kitchen cupboards, which were all open and in various stages of being cleaned-out.

Well, that explained the cobwebs at least.

“Cool,” Steve said, without meaning it. Like Billy had said, this place was a shithole. Steve wasn’t about to repeat it, though; Billy obviously knew it already, and didn’t seem to care.

“So, uh,” Billy started, shrugging at the random groceries on the counter. “I’d offer you a drink but I literally turned the refrigerator on half an hour ago, so nothing's cold yet. And as for snacks …” He dragged a hand through his hair, messing it up even worse than before. “I’ve only had time to get the basics so far, but … I have cereal, or …?” He made a face as if he regretted speaking before the whole sentence was out of his mouth, but didn’t take it back.

Steve looked closer at the groceries. Cereal, various canned goods, crackers. Bread, pasta and rice. A bag of flour. Eggs.

Just when Steve was about to say a polite ‘thanks but no thanks’ and ‘I should get going’, he spotted something else. Taped to the fridge was a colorful card, with a dog on a surfboard, proclaiming ‘Happy 18th birthday dude!’ The card stood out in that it looked like it was the only unpacked thing in the apartment that wasn't a necessity.

Steve couldn’t help himself. “Eighteen, huh? Recently?” He hadn’t thought about it, but he’d figured that Billy had been eighteen for a while, what with him showing up to school with a tattoo and all.

Billy smiled again, wide and happy. “As of today, pretty boy!”

“Today?” Steve parroted. He looked around the little kitchen, then out in the small living room. He would have thought that Billy Hargrove would celebrate his 18th birthday loudly and obnoxiously, at a party somewhere where everyone got shitfaced and chanted his name. “And … this is how you celebrate?” Unsaid: in a shitty apartment, in a run-down building, in the bad part of town; cleaning a kitchen.

He looked at the groceries again. “Dude, have you even had dinner?”

“Not yet,” Billy answered. “I was gonna go to the store and splurge on a microwave dinner, but I kinda needed the microwave first, and the freezer wasn’t cold enough yet anyway.”

‘Splurge’. Yeah, no. While Steve and Billy weren't exactly friends, they hadn’t really been enemies since Billy apologized before Christmas break, either. So this simply wouldn’t do. Steve would not stand for it.

So, “Stay here,” he said and stalked out of the kitchen. Before he went out the front door, he added, “I’ll be right back.”

And he was. Twenty minutes or so later, he was back at Billy’s door, carrying two bags of groceries of his own. Billy had put his own food away, leaving the counter free for Steve to unload on. Without a word, he stacked up six frozen microwave dinners on the counter, next to four frozen pizzas (which were, apparently, microwavable), a six-pack of beer and two bags of chips. Billy was watching him suspiciously, until Steve brought up his last item from the bag; a mushy chocolate cake in a plastic container.

It was a shitty little cake that had been half off because the expiration date was tomorrow, but it had been the only one he could get at the grocery store. Now, he turned to Billy and motioned to the cake (and the food, and the beer) and said, “Uh, happy birthday, I guess.”

The suspicion on Billy’s face slowly melted away, and was replaced by something else. Something warmer. He reached out for the top two boxes of microwave dinners.

“I guess I should make sure the microwave works,” he said. “Customer satisfaction and all that.”

“You probably should, yeah.”

Billy was smiling now. “Wanna stay for dinner, Harrington?”

[funishment-time]

UTDP/Summer Camp: Miu Iruma

in-game info from v3's UTDP Mode and Danganronpa S: Summer Camp AU, for fanart/fanfic inspiration etc. note that this is a "nice" universe where v3 goes to Hope's Peak and Junko never Junko'd.

this post details Miu Iruma's scenes with others, as well as insights about her that these bits provide. there's a Lot, so jump on down under the cut.

(i hope to do all characters over time, so Hang Tight for your fave!)

> more UTDP/Summer Camp character databases<

NOTE: As stated, in the UTDP/Summer Camp universe, the v3 kids go to Hope's Peak, likely as Class 79. Regardless of their backstories in v3, they are "played straight" in this universe, e.g. Shuichi and Kyoko are both the Ultimate Detectives, etc.

MIU INSIGHTS:

Made the Jabberwock Island VR world in which Summer Camp takes place, alongside Kazuichi, Chihiro, Gekkogahara, Matsuda, etc (Summer Camp, Intro)

In this universe, Miu is the co-inventor of the Hacking Gun, using Byakuya's blueprints (Summer Camp, Miu & Byakuya & Genocide Jack)

Completely unfazed that there are other skilled engineers out there, like Professor Idabashi and whoever made Monokuma. She believes herself the best [if only because of her boobs] (Summer Camp, Usami & Miu & Kazuichi)

"The power of beauty is absolute, y'know." (Summer Camp, Usami & Miu & Kazuichi)

Gets banned from using her WLD inventions in the camp kitchen after hot fried rice lands on her [and turns her on] (Summer Camp, Summer Festival 3)

"Telling ghost stories?...In that case, I'ma tell sex stories! Steamy tales are like kryptonite to ghosts, or so they say!" (Summer Camp, Campfire Intro)

[Re: selling her underwear] "Hell no I won't! No matter how much I'm offered. I'm looking for a guy who would never throw me away." (Summer Camp, With Swimsuits)

MIU & OTHERS:

Confuses Kazuichi on whether or not she wants him to be attracted to her (UTDP, w/ Kazuichi Soda)

However, notices Kazuichi tries to dress well (UTDP, w/ Kazuichi Soda)

Also uses Kazuichi's suggestion to build an invention that lets you invent while sleeping (Summer Camp, Miu's Potential of Talent 2)

Builds a massage function into Keebo so he can help Professor Idabashi relax. Keebo pleads for her to understand he wants just a "normal" back massage function (UTDP, w/ K1-B0)

Wants to "remodel" Teruteru into a cooking machine (UTDP, w/ Hiyoko Saionji and Teruteru Hanamura)

Hiyoko thinks she's "a lowly, gross pig woman." This of course turns Miu on (UTDP, w/ Hiyoko Saionji and Teruteru Hanamura) + (Summer Camp, Potential of Talent 3)

Byakuya's insults also turn Miu on (UTDP, w/ Kaede Akamatsu and Byakuya Togami)

Nickname for Byakuya: "Bigcockoyeah" (Summer Camp, Miu & Byakuya & Genocide Jack) + others

Uses her inventions to help her team with the Sports Festival, but only Celeste is at all grateful (UTDP, Sports Festival)

Though Celeste also ignores Miu at every opportunity (UTDP, Celeste's School Festival 3) + (Summer Camp, Celeste's With Swimsuits) + others

Amazed/embarrassed at Mikan's result on her "Hookup Counter." We are not told what said result was, so use your imagination (UTDP, School Festival 1)

Makes an invention that "will punch you if you say something unfunny and perverted." It hits both her and Teruteru repeatedly (UTDP, School Festival 2)

Makes a ray gun that "teleports your underwear." It does not work on Gundham (UTDP, School Festival 3)

Makes pink Christmas lights that cause you to "kersploosh" if you stare at them long enough. It's her present to "all the lonely bastards who got no one to spend the holidays with" (UTDP, Winter 1)

Wants to give Keebo holiday lights. He refuses, saying it's beneath her and uninspired (UTDP, Winter 2)

Made sex toys for Teruteru in return for a Christmas dinner. Yes, really (UTDP, Winter 3)

Gundham's nickname for her: "the enchantress who seals her evil eyes" (UTDP, Gundham's Sports Festival 3)

Asks Keebo to move in with her, so she can take care of him (UTDP, K1-B0's Winter 1)

Has a "useless invention that can perfectly predict the next day's weather" which interests Yasuhiro, monetarily (UTDP, Yasuhiro's School Festival 3)

Also accuses Yasuhiro of being a peeping tom (Summer Camp, Miu & Yasuhiro)

Nicknames for Kaede: "Kaediot" [as in v3] and "Guy-a-day" (Summer Camp, Miu & Kaede) + others

Hates that Toko actually has friends but she doesn't (Summer Camp, Miu & Kaede)

Nicknames for Toko: "Slowko" and "Brokeko" (Summer Camp, Miu & Kaede) + others

Finds out she and Mikan have similar kinks [specifically, being written on], but Mikan creeps her out (Summer Camp, Miu & Mikan)

Is convinced Montaro is her son and gaslights Monomi/Usami into thinking the same (Summer Camp, Miu & Monomi) + (Summer Camp, Usami & Miu)

Offers to teach Jataro how to make her Eating Popcorn While Lying Down Machine, but he also creeps her out (Summer Camp, Miu & Jataro)

Nickname for Ryoma: "low rider" (Summer Camp, Ryoma & Miu & Monokuma)

Nickname for Mondo: "Hell on Wheels" (Summer Camp, Miu & Mondo & Hiroko)

Makes Mondo's motorcycle silent in the VR world, in return for him remodeling her lab when they leave (Summer Camp, Miu & Mondo & Hiroko)

Can't turn Monomi back into Usami without a detailed description (Summer Camp, Miu & Kazuichi & Monomi)

Doesn't know who made Monokuma, or why (Summer Camp, Miu & Kazuichi & Monomi)

Taka thinks Miu is lazy (Summer Camp, Potential of Talent 1)

Considers making an invention to let her work out while sleeping, to get to Sakura's level (Summer Camp, With Swimsuits)

Has a sleepover with Kaede to test some new While Sleeping inventions (Summer Camp, My Future)

Develops anti-crime tools with Kyoko's advice (Summer Camp, Kyoko's Potential of Talent 2)

Leon says Miu isn't his type; she uses a flamethrower on mosquitos. This is in the same scene and related, somehow (Summer Camp, Leon's Campfire 1)

Gave Chiaki a phone (Summer Camp, Chiaki's With Swimsuits)

Believes Shuichi to be a "card-carrying fap addict" (Summer Camp, Kaede's With Swimsuits)

Tries to make Kirumi do maintenance on the VR world in her stead, but Kirumi refuses (Summer Camp, Kirumi's With Swimsuits)