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arkus-rhapsode · 6 years ago

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That caramel ask was really neat and now I’m wondering what 1-B’s would be like. Feel free to take your time with this one until the next round in the manga starts and we see the remaining student’s personalities more thoroughly.

Okay so sorry I haven’t gotten to this one yet, but after the recent chapter I think I can manage to but this together. For those coming in blind, this is a follow up to my previous caramel ask with Class 1-A. This ask is based on the Kids Next Door episode CARAMEL, where a ritual is used to remove a person’s most treasured quality and turned it into caramel. However with that quality removed, the person it was removed has a radical shift in personality, who change to fit their now lost quality. So for example in the show, numbuh 2, who was once smart is made dumb and neanderthal like, and their caramel was noted as tasting sharp and complex.

Anyway here’s that for class 1-b~

Monoma: Quality removed is his egocentrism. This results in Monoma becoming a much more saintly generous person, very mindful of the feelings of all those around him. He wants to make sure everyone is doing their best and actually gets along surprisingly well with class 1-A. If he does have any problems with them, he’ll write a factual document citing umbridges he has, but suggestions on how to improve constructively. His caramel taste very overpowering. Bold and filling.

Tetsutetsu: Unlike Kirishima, his quality removed is his vigor. Without it, Tetsutetsu is much more less inclined to rise to a challenge. He’ll only fight those he know he can win, and if they turn out to be too powerful for him, he’ll pull a Joseph Joestar and run away. His caramel is smooth, but oddly tender. You really get a workout eat it.

Kendou: Quality removed is her thoughtfulness. Gone is Kendou, the big sister of class 1-b, now all she is now is apathetic and unresponsive. She doesn’t care what’s going on with others, she just lets stupid people act however they want or let others fail because they weren’t good enough, it’s not her problem. She’s the type of person who’d throw peanuts at zoo animals, just cause she can. Her caramel is warm and tastes very made from scratch, as if it was made just for you in mind.

Shiozaki: Her quality removed is her faith. Without it, Shiozaki is now an atheist, however without her faith placed in the divine she has no more of her grace or vindictiveness. Instead she now spends the days indulging in all things wrong to pass the time, happily enjoying gluttony, wrath, greed, envy, lust, pride and sloth, seeing nothing wrong with it. Basically she is so hedonistic, she could pass as Nero Claudius. Her caramel taste like communion wafers.

Honenuki: His quality removed is his flexibility, now he’s incredibly stiff. He always seems uneasy around others, or anxious in new situations. He still wants to have friends and care about them, but he’s now so socially stiff and awkward it never works. He’s still smart, but everytime he gets a test in his hands he almost is crumbling even though he knows everything. His caramel is chewy and stretchy like gum.

Awase: Quality removed is his handiness. Like Satou, he’s a total butterfingers. When he gets something in his hand, he’s so nervous and shaky it falls out of his hands. His caramel is rough and hard like the calluses of a welders hands.

Kaibara: He has lost the quality of focus. Kaibara would be usually focused on a single thing and keep it between him and who he’s with, but now he’s all about butting into other people’s business. When people are discussing something, Kaibara will immediately interject himself into the conversation with his opinions. He can never keep to himself. His caramel is hard, almost like you have to put in in your mouth and focus on sucking it till it melted to get any flavor.

Kamakiri: The quality removed from him is his aggression. Kamakiri is now very calm, reserved, and humble. He chooses to never resolve issues with violence. He thinks all conflict can be solved with diplomacy and consideration for others. His caramel tastes strong at first, but the more bites you take, the less flavor you find it has.

Kuroiro: He has lost his edginess just like Tokoyami, however, instead of becoming a hippie, he’s now incredibly paranoid and appalled by the dark. He is very much like Ichabod Crane, seeing everything dark in relation to the devil or witchcraft. His caramel taste like dark chocolate.

Komori: Her quality lost is her cuteness, Without, Komori is more of a slob, she does keep up with personal hygiene, and all in all, very unappealing. But frankly she doesn’t care what people think of her. Many describe her as a total, dirty gremlin. She’ll do name puns, but now more cause she likes to bother people with them instead of trying to seem cute. Her caramel tastes light and fluffy.

Shishida: The quality removed from him is his intellect. This results in him being a witless dullard similar to Rhino from Spider-man. And that’s just in human form, in beast form, he’s almost completely unintelligible, aside from the shrieks of rage. His caramel is rich, but filling.

Manga: His quality removed is his expressionism. Manga struggles now to even convey himself, constantly stuttering and finding it hard to speak. His caramel is tangy with a lot of pop to it.

Pony: Her quality removed is her innocence. This results in her becoming much more prejudiced and cold hearted. She also will act a bit more like a stereotypical disrespectful American, and will often ask people to speak in English to make it easier on her. Her caramel is sweet, but almost feels like it’s lacking something from it.

Kosei: His quality removed is his simple enthusiasm. He is now more judgmental and cynical, it’s not as if he is without feeling like the now apathetic Kendou, more he still preserves his openness and ability to project, but most the time that projection is negative and judgemental. Basically if you went to an action movie, he’d start nitpicking the plot rather than just shutting up and having fun. He criticizes everything people do, whether it’s those on his team or on his opposing team. His caramel taste very nostalgic taste to that childhood, cavity creating food.

Tokage: Her quality removed is cooperativeness. This makes Tokage a lot more… Shindou-ish. She puts on almost the same face as if nothing changed, but in reality, she’s much more devious and mean-spirited, doing everything for her own sake. She tends to manipulate others into doing her dirty work or sacrifices them for her own self interest. Her chattiness is now more about what lies and doubts she can sow in to benefit her, if people get hurt physically or emotionally, well better them than her. She also doesn’t make plans, she just says what priority is and that people will need to protect her. Her caramel is savory and smooth.

Yui: Her quality removed is her reserved attitude. With that gone, Yui is almost always angry, screaming, and shouting. Unlike Bakugou, Yui’s outburst are tied down to any little thing that has ever annoyed her that she is screaming about. Talking with her is like a minefield because she’d just let loose on all her problems with you or her situation. Her caramel is like a stale marshmallow, It has flavor, but it’s chewy and hard.

Shoda: His quality lost is his humbleness. Without it, he’s all about how awesome he is. Wearing gaudy clothing that has his name bedazzled on it just to show how he wants people to know who he is. If he’s on a team, he will constantly mention how he’s the one carrying it. His caramel tastes like any ordinary caramel, nothing too special.

Yanagi: Her quality lost is her emotionlessness, Yanagi is all about expression now. She’ll encourage all her class to go out and have fun, trading in her internet surfing for some real surfing. People think she’s basically sparkling, with smile that could light up a town. But if she gets down, she’ll take it to extremes, bawling like a child. Her caramel is sour.

Bondo: His quality lost is his fragility. Now Bondo’s glass heart had been traded in for an iron heart. He still doesn’t talk much, but mainly because he views it as weakness. He refuses to be scene as weak, he even stabbed his hand with a needle and didn’t even flinch. His caramel is crunchy, yet surprisingly warm.

Hiryu: He loses the quality of his ethnicity. He no longer cares that he is foreigner, he now views Japan as his only home in the world, somewhat of a reserve of Pony who became more xenophobic, Hiryu became xenocentric. Unfortunately his way of embracing it is rather extreme. He’s never not seen wearing a kimono, he fans out over shires and acts like it’s the first time he’s ever seen one, and he will get into arguments with native Japanese that they don’t understand their own history. His caramel tastes like Lo Mai Chi or Noumici.

I did have fun doing these, and this being my second one, I think I dived a bit deeper into them than I had when I first did this for 1-a.

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mythomagically-delicious · 7 years ago

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Filbrick stubbornly clinged onto life for all these years. He’s still kicking when Ford comes out of the portal. He hasn’t worked at the pawn shop in ages. But he does have the apartment upstairs still. He rents out the space below.

He’s the one fixture of that street in Glass Shard Beach. The stores and families on either side went out of business in the late 80s. The families moved out to suburban New Jersey, away from the ocean. But Filbrick never left.

His routine has only varied slightly, because even he must bow to time and how it changes things. He wakes up at 5:30 every morning, gets dressed and ready for the day. Sunglasses in place, fedora atop his head. The same scratchy suit he’s worn for most of his adult life. He eats breakfast of burnt toast (he never could work the dam thing right. His wife had a way in the kitchen, not him). He picks up the newspaper off the stoop and reads every single article, huffing and scoffing at how flowery and unrealistic the articles are.

He makes himself a simple lunch. He yells at the golf match on tv or the birds outside his window or the kids throwing balls around in the street below, damaging the brick walls.

In the evenings he takes a short walk down to the beach, right to the edge of the sand, and stares out at the ocean. The waves are dark and choppy as the sun sets behind him. He stares until he’s cold and then he walks home, in later years with a cane, back to his colder apartment.

He’s walked to the ocean every evening since his wife passed. He still hasn’t understood what is so dam enticing about the ocean. What adventure could possibly be left? Everything’s already been seen before. But his dear’s last requests included getting to know something about their sons. He cursed himself as being weak, later. For agreeing. For letting a tear slip down his face as he promised his wife he’d do as she asked, just this once.

That he let sentiment get the best of him and now look what he’s doing. Being an old man who’ll catch his death in the cold trying to please his long-gone wife. But he hasn’t spoken to either son in too long to call them, as Cassandra surely meant for him to do. But a man’s word is his everything. So he walked to the ocean every night and tried to understand what connection the boys had with it.

For years, all he’d been able to see was some bitter water and broken glass and dirty sand. He was never one for those artistic symbols or whatever hippy-dippy junk English teachers spouted on about. So any deeper meaning or metaphors to draw on about his life relationships was lost on Filbrick.

But one day, as he was walking to the beach, stopping right at the edge of the sand, he saw something strange.

Occasionally he’d run into others at the beach. Other neighborhood fixtures like him or families coming down for the day, playing in the sand, against the waves, picking up shells and making noise. He ignored them, kids usually. And they ignored him in return.

But this evening as he went down to the beach’s edge he saw two older gentleman jumping around in the sand. Not older than Filbrick, mind, but they had to be in their fifties or pushing sixties. Yet here were two full grown men, acting like absolute children. Kicking sand at each other, cupping ocean water into hands and bringing it back to make a sandcastle. Throwing shells and exclaiming loudly over their beauty or ugliness. Dragging seaweed into strange designs. Cursing when they stepped on some of the ground up glass still visible in the sand.

Behaving like absolute children, Filbrick was astonished. He didn’t watch the ocean that night, just those two. Something seemed strangely familiar about them, though he honestly didn’t pay enough attention to the neighborhood to recognize them by sight or voice.

He was backlit by the sun, and maybe that was why he could see their expressions so clearly. For Filbrick sneezed, nose getting irritated at the salty breeze, and both men turned automatically at the sound to bless him.

The men wore twin looks of being startled. Filbrick assumed they had to be brothers. He felt a chill go down his spine as he realized they were almost certainly twins. The men, now aware they were being watched, moved closer together and started walking towards Filbrick. He resolutely ignored them and stared over their head to the ocean. He wouldn’t be intimidated from his purpose by two strangers on his beach.

He heard their low voices as they approached but still didn’t look at them. They stopped just before him and stared.

“Filbrick Pines?” Asked the man on the left. That startled Filbrick out of his try at ignoring them, and looked at the two men before him.

It was almost like looking into a mirror, if he could see 20-some years in the past. The men had the same nose, jaw, and set look about them that Filbrick recognized. It was strange, but not uncommon enough to mean anything.

“Yes. Who are you?” He responded briskly.

The men shared a quick, sidelong glance and then turned back to him. The man on the right stood a little straighter, while the man on the left cleared his throat.

“Stanford Pines.”

“Stanley Pines.”

They spoke at the same time and Filbrick felt his mouth run dry. He felt his legs weaken but his voice was strong, if a bit quieter than normal, when he answered.

“Impossible. Stanley’s gone. And I haven’t spoken to Stanford in years. We’re not on terms. Who are you?”

The men exchanged another glance with expressions changing too fast for Filbrick to follow.

“Pa,” the man on the left started gently, only to be interrupted as the man on the right grabbed his friend’s arm and held it in front of Filbrick’s face.

“Looky here, old man. This is your second son, and I’m your third, back from the dead, live in living color.” He dropped the man’s arm and crossed his own over his chest.

“Stan,” lefty hissed looking cross before turning back to Filbrick cautiously. “But yes, that is accurate.

Filbrick looked back and forth between the two men, jaw going slack. He shook his head as if to clear it, but the men before him didn’t disappear. His brain felt like it was short-circuiting. He didn’t understand, he didn’t know what was happening. Through his overloaded haze, one question slipped out, almost without his permission.

”Why?“ he asked, trembling a bit harder now. He gripped the handle of his cane tighter and tried to focus.

The men tilted their heads at the exact same time, at the exact same questioning angle.

” ‘Why’ what, exactly? There are many things you could be referring to.“ Stanford answered, ever the smart-alec as he reached up to adjust his glasses.

Stanley stared at him impassively, expression hardening slightly the longer Filbrick spent floundering for words.

"Come on. What happened to 'Frankly is the only way I speak’? Huh? You’re bein’ worst than a tourist.”

“Boys,” Filbrick started, which earned a snort and an eyeroll from Stan but he pushed on, only one thought in mind. “Why did you like the ocean so much?”

That was obviously what neither had been expecting. It was their turns to drop their jaws, to watch eyes widen and then narrow. To see them give each other those twin looks Filbrick remembered from years and years ago.

“You finally see us after thirty years,”

“And more,” added Stanley.

“And all you want to know is why we came out to the beach as kids?!”

Ford’s tone was filled with incredulity, Stan’s with anger. Filbrick shook his head but when he went to open his mouth, all he could say was, “Cass told me to ask.”

Filbrick looked down and away, embarrassed he’d let slip something so personal. He felt shaken to his core, that his sons were here in front of him, alive, even, and he had no idea why or where they came from or how long they’d been here.

He didn’t see Stan’s expression soften at the mention of their mother. Ford put a hand on Stan’s shoulder and Stan nodded his thanks.

“Initially I enjoyed it because it got us away from you,” Ford started, feeling Stan tense up at the casual tone he took to insult their father to his face. Ford continued on, acting oblivious to Stan’s distress, not even being able to see Filbrick’s eyes widening behind his sunglasses. “But later it became an escape from many unbearable aspects of life. Bullies especially. But most of all I liked coming to the ocean because Stan did. We found so much to do and see here, every day was an adventure, even if we kicked the same rocks every day for a year, it always felt new and fun every day. It’s where we founded our life long dream of sailing away from this dumb place, and all the terrible things about it. Like you, or schools that hated us, or children that called us freaks and losers or worthless.”

Filbrick felt each word hit him like a stone. He felt like he wanted to get angry, but everything felt so far away. Emotions did not come easily to him, but now he felt overwhelmed with everything Ford said.

Stan looked up and responded as well. “I liked the beach because I felt free down here. The happiest memories I got left of this place was that little strip of sand. Pulling a derelict boat out of a cave and promising my best friend that one day life wouldn’t kick us in the teeth anymore.”

Filbrick looked down, and slowly pulled off his sunglasses. He folded them and put them in his suit pocket. He took a hesitant step forward and, for the first time in all the years he’d been coming to the beach, he actually stepped foot on the sand. Stan and Ford watched him, muscles tensed as if ready for a fight.

Filbrick didn’t intend on giving them one. But he smiled a small bit and looked between his sons. “I like it because it’s nice, down here. It’s cold and it’s crunchy but with the sun behind me, it’s not half bad.”

Stan and Ford looked at him like he was crazy. Hell, maybe he was. But he had finally been able to fulfill his promise to Cass. He shivered as the night air swept over him, and he started to turn back to walk home. Before he did he paused, and looked at his sons.

“Good luck, out there. On the ocean. You don’t deserve to be kicked in the teeth. You probably never did.” And he turned away.

He walked slowly back to his apartment. He made a small dinner and ate it. He got ready for bed and was asleep by 10 o'clock.

The next morning he woke up at 5:30 in the morning. He went about his routine in silence. And when evening came, he walked outside and to the beach, right to the edge of it. He toed off his shoes and socks, and walked onto the beach proper, feeling the sand squish between his toes and watching out for any shells or shards of glass. He walked right up to the water and let it wash over his feet, getting the bottom of his slacks wet.

He didn’t care. He let four tears fall, one for each son, and one for Cassandra. In the distance he saw a boat pushing out to sea. He had no proof, for many boats took this route, but something in him told him that was his sons.

“I finally get it, Cass. For you, I finally get it.”

Filbrick clinged to life for another three years before passing alone in his house over the newspaper he read every day. After that night he’d only returned to the beach on the anniversary of his wife’s death.

Filbrick Pines was a stubborn man. Too set in his ways of silence to try and find his sons again before he passed. But he finally felt like he understood something about them. And despite how hippy-dippy it felt, he thought he learned something about himself, too.

#filbrick pines #(screw you filbrick)#gravity falls #stanley and stanford #gf #mmd writes #i have no idea where this came from #filbrick in a somewhat sympathetic light i guess??#i honestly had no intention of writing most of this #it just happened #idk #glass shard beach

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moderncolors · 6 years ago

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