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astral-rendezvous · 5 years ago

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Joke in the Middle of the Caracal Dawn (Part 1)

A continuation of the Travelling Teamaker series

Below the cut, enjoy!

Sometimes adventure brings wanderers into incomprehensible places and situations. The False Cliffs were not quite incomprehensible, but they did defy intuition. Mountains comprised of oozing, viscous mud should be unable to hold a solid form and yet they did. Obelisks and cliffs of mush littered the landscape as far as the eye could see. Not a tree, bush, or even a weed seemed to grow from the slick ground. Suction formed under the adventurers’ feet. Each step grew more challenging than the last.

“Cyrano,” Brandy gasped, “can we take a break? We’ve been walking through this muck for hours. My thighs are killing me.”

Cyrano glanced back at her and grinned. “I would have expected your thighs to have more endurance, Brandy.”

“Oh shut it, my work requires different muscles than this,” Brandy panted and looked around, “ Are we even close to our destination? There’s nothing here.”

Fiddling with a crumpled map, Cyrano nodded. “Yes, yes, it should be just another...um...I think…”

And so they sloshed through the soupy ground as the sun moved across the sky, nearly reaching the horizon. As Brandy was on the brink of suggesting they turn back, they came upon a path that snaked up a craggy mountain. Solid rock poked through the goop. Cyrano jumped at the sight.

“This is it!” he cheered.

“Are you sure?” Brandy couldn’t bring herself to share his enthusiasm.

“It has to be it!

“Well, at least that path looks easier to tread.” She dragged her feet out of the cloying mud and thanked the gods for solid ground.

As the sun dropped and darkness prevailed, a bitter chill swept through the canyons. A shiver travelled up Brandy’s spine. She had dressed for the moderate climate of the day, thinking they would be back to their camp by nightfall. To make matters worse, she had worked up a sweat while trudging through the mud, resulting in cold and clammy skin. She looked at Cyrano, who was a few strides ahead of her, and forced herself to think of the reason she joined him in the first place. That unbridled optimism and unfettered determination sparked a sense of adventure that seemed like fantasy from the dull corners of the inn she worked night after night. The ugly and unwelcoming landscape, the seemingly endless trek, being led by a harebrained elf — it all had to be better than making dispassionate love to the same dozen or so drunkards week after week. Surely, some greater sense of satisfaction would come from her wanderlust.

“We’re getting close now! Look at those caves ahead!” Cyrano pointed a small distance ahead.

Relief washed over her as she put faith back in her adventuring companion. His ear to ear grin, and his smiling eyes exuded foolishness, but Brandy couldn’t help but smile back.

“See, I told you!” Cyrano said gleefully as he inhaled deeply, “These are the caves that home the rare and delicious stalactite sugar.”

Brandy nodded to signal her approval as she caught her breath. The final portion of their ascent had been steep, leaving them both winded. Cyrano reached for a flask and handed it to Brandy.

“Drink, it’s been a long day.”

She unscrewed the cap and took an ample swig as droplets poured down the corners of her mouth. Rather than water or tea, the flask was filled with a potent alcohol. A hacking cough accompanied her gulp.

“By Gods, Cyri! You really should drink something other than alcohol once in awhile.”

“I do, I drink tea. I have water in here too, if you would prefer that.” He rummaged for a second flask.

“Yes, please. What is this heinous stuff anyway?”

“Branchwood Liquor. It’s a specialty in my hometown,” he stated with an assured nod.

“It’s horrible,” she retorted.

Before entering the cave, Cyrano lit two torches and handed one to Brandy. Upon discovering that she had never been in a cave before, he gave her a short lecture on the dos and don’ts of spelunking. Due to exhaustion from the day and skepticism about the elf’s expertise on the topic, Brandy zoned out while he spoke.

“Alright then, let’s go! So long as we don’t run into any cave caracals, this should be uneventful. Isn’t this exciting? Rumor has it, not a single soul has traversed these caves for decades.”

Brandy’s hands and forearms numbed. Not a single soul had traversed these caves for decades. What a fantastic and terrifying thought. She filled her lungs with air, straightened her back, and followed the dauntless elf into the guts of the mountain. The first thing she noticed about the cave was its damp coolness, it did not sting the skin like the brisk cold on the surface. Next, she listened. Aside from the muffled thuds of their footsteps, there was a deep, almost soothing quiet. She had expected booming echoes, but instead was met with silence.

Dark paths spiraled deeper and deeper into the earth, but no sign of sugar crystals appeared. Brandy lost faith in her travelling companion yet again, and she started to lose her will to trek on.

“Cyri, hun, I know you’re really hopeful about finding this sugar, but this cave seems endless.”

Cyrano stopped in his tracks and sighed. “Yes, sometimes adventure seems that way.” He turned to face her. “I hope you are having a nice time. I know this environment isn’t exactly idyllic, but it has its own charm. I promise when we reach those stalactites, it will be beyond magnificent!”

“I’m sure it will be.” She exhaled through her nose as she kicked dried mud off her boot.

“You sound dubious,” he remarked.

“I’ve been dubious for some time now.” She stiffened her lip and just as she was a hair's breadth away from asking to turn back, a glimmer in the distance caught her eye. For an instant, the light from her torch reflected a silvery shimmer from the otherwise dull cave wall.

“Did you see that?” she urged.

“Hmm?”

“There was something shining on the wall.” She hurried her step and waved her torch to recreate the shine.

And what the light revealed was not one bright point, but an entire wall of twinkling crystals that shone like countless stars in the blackest of nights. The adventurers gasped simultaneously and silently agreed to run towards the spectacle.The path turned and they found themselves in a large cavern dripping with points of crystallized light. Brandy slowed and gawked before the hundreds or more stalactites. Cyrano, less proficient at containing his excitement, skidded to stop himself from crashing into some of the lower-hanging formations.

Chuckling with arms crossed, Brandy confessed, “I was wrong to doubt you, this is truly magnificent.”

“Isn’t it? It’s more spectacular than I imagined! I don’t think I’ve ever seen such illuminations before!” He paused to sniff the air. “And can you smell it? It’s sweet and almost...minty?”

“Yes, yes I can smell it. Perhaps there’s a hint of cherry too?” Brandy asked with a smirk.

Cyrano wafted air towards his nose and closed his eyes. “No, no ...hmmm maybe? Yes, yes I do catch some subtle cherry undertones.”

Nearly vibrating with laughter, Brandy let out an abrupt snort, “I’m just kidding. I don’t smell any cherry.”

He brushed off her guffawing as he reached for a small chisel in his satchel. “I see you’re testing my gullibility. Well I’ll have you know, I’m extremely gullible!”

She buried her face in her hands and muttered, “You’re not supposed to admit that to people.”

“I have a difficult time keeping my gullibility clandestine; I’ve chosen to embrace it.” He chipped away at the stalactite sugar as he captured its shavings in a cup. “Make yourself comfortable. Let’s try this new brew before we head back to the surface.”

The floor was smooth albeit damp, not the ideal place for tea time, but Brandy’s aching legs yearned for a rest. She placed her knapsack on the ground and flopped on top of it with an unseemly moan. Her sore muscles thanked her for the relief. She smiled at Cyrano as she watched his joy at collecting the sugar and preparing the tea.

Unbeknownst to the adventurers, their peaceful respite was soon to be unpleasantly interrupted. The map and knowledge that led them to the stalactite sugar was quite a bit outdated - the False Cliffs and their sugary caves were far from uninhabited. Had Cyrano and Brandy traversed the leeward side of the mountain, they would have encountered an entrance to the sugar mines with a steep fee for a guided tour.

“Euwā umȉnna,” Cyrano cupped his hands and whispered into his palms before pouring the piping hot brew.

“Is that Elvish?” Brandy asked.

“What’s this about Elvish in my mines?” a voice boomed from across the stalactite room.

"It would seem, we're not alone," Cyrano stood from his spot and called to the stranger, “Yes, hello! We are adventurers who've come seeking stalactite sugar. My name is Cyrano Alfvenias, I’m a wood elf and a teamaker. I travel the world —”

“That’s enough! I’m not interested in your story, Elf. All I want to know is what gives you permission to trespass here.” Out from the shadows, the owner of the booming voice emerged.

A stout figure with a robust beard, torch in one hand and a large pickaxe in the other, frowned and tapped his foot. He wore fine leather, and was adorned with gems and gold. Brandy quickly started collecting her belongings, readying herself to leave, at the very sight of him.

“Oh, you’re a dwarf!” Cyrano remarked, “Nice to meet you, sir. But It seems you are misinformed. These caves have been abandoned for years. If anything, they belong to the caracal, but certainly not to any dwarves.”

Brandy hid her face in her hands. She had never met a dwarf before, but she knew enough about the basics of communication to know that Cyrano was off to a very bad start.

The dwarf turned a deep, indignant red and galumphed over to the adventurers.

“Elves have dictated our territory for long enough! We claimed these mines two years ago. Both of you are trespassing in my territory and that’s final! It also looks like you took some of my sugar! If you don’t—”

“I’m very sorry, sir! We’ll be on our way now.” Brandy pleaded and tugged at Cyrano’s sleeve. “Return the sugar, Cyri. We don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

“No, hold on. We came all this way! Can't I just take a tiny, nearly imperceptible amount? It won’t hurt anyone.” The elf was committed as ever to obtain that which he had sought. He erroneously had the expectation that the miner would be sympathetic to his request.

"Taking any amount is considered a criminal offense. So tell me, Elf, do you know the Dwarven punishment for theft?" the miner snarled.

Undaunted by the threat, Cyrano’s levity persisted."If I had to wager a guess, I'd bet it's a relatively short senten—"

"No!" Brandy swiftly interjected as she elbowed Cyrano in the ribs. "No he doesn't know! We both don't know and we sincerely apologize for any offense we may have caused."

The dwarf eyed the teapot and cups on the ground. “The sugar that’s been boiled into that tea can’t be returned to me, now can it?”

“No, but you’re welcome to have some tea.” Cyrano smiled widely while he reached for the pot.

Just before Cyrano rested his hand on the teapot, the miner stomped the elf’s fingers down to the ground. Cyrano winced and bit his lip to stop himself from yelling out. Brandy cried out his name and kneeled by his side.

“Do you think this is a joke, Elf?” the dwarf snapped.

“No, I-I can see that you are very serious.” His characteristic optimism had vanished from his voice as he squirmed to release his hand.

“The punishment for theft is that I get to smash all of your fingers with a hammer of my choice. I lied when I said it was a Dwarven punishment. It’s really just my punishment.” He grinned.

“That’s fine, just let her go.This isn’t her fault. She’s new to adventuring, but I’m experienced. She trusted me as her guide, and I failed her. I should have done more thorough research on this location." Despite his fear, Cyrano forced his voice to be steady.

“It would be a shame to ruin those pretty hands. Fine, the human is free to go.” The dwarf nodded and motioned for her to shoo.

With trembling lips and tears in her eyes, Brandy called out to her adventuring partner. “Cyrano, don’t do this. I’m just as guilty as you are.”

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Thank you for reading.

To be continued in Part II

#travelling teamaker #fantasy #elves #dwarves #elf oc #writeblr #writing #this is really a first draft #thank you for tolerating the roughness

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tongansailor · 7 years ago

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hotpotrandomfics · 3 years ago

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RWBY OC Profile: Ezra Ashwood

Name: Ezra Ashwood

Age: 18 (in Beacon)

Race: Human/Faunus (Tiger)

Height: 5'10 (in Beacon), 6'0 (Post Fall of Beacon)

Physique: Ezra maintains a blend of welterweight physique and that of a swimmer. A perfect balance between physical strength, aesthetics, and other fitness factors.

Complexion: Ezra has naturally an olive skin tone but spends much time training in the sun that he's developed a subtle tan.

Eyes: Seafoam Green

Hair: Medium-length straight hair that is ash grey in the front and parted as two bangs, the majority of the rest is black and tied into a warrior tail.

Additional Features: Ezra possesses a series of scars on his face and body, primarily from his falling out with Cinder. A scar across his nose, right cheek, two on the left side of his neck, and one on the right. He also has freckles and feline-like irises. He also possesses retractable claws in his hands.

Personality: Ezra has a calm demeanor on the surface, on the inner, he is kindhearted, sensitive, and very stubborn when comes to those he cares for deeply. He keeps his calm persona, only cracking in hopeless situations or when he can't solve a situation. He deflects compliments and encourages others he believes are better than they believe themselves to be. At times, he can let his past heartache blind him from what is in front of him, the past never letting him move forward but he still tries putting his best foot forward.

Hobbies: Ezra enjoys teamaking, training, playing flutes, and baking.

Weapon: Oath, Ezra weapon is a mechashift dual wield sword that turns into a bow when the handles are connected, his own design through trial and error, it was crafted together with Cinder when he was fifteen. It is of a silver/iron combination, with sea-green leather on the hilt, surrounding is unique old Faunus words of empowerment. It has a series of sections for dust crystals (fire, ice, and lighting) that act as the source for hard light ammunition along with a quiver of normal arrows. Additionally, the swords can channel the dust into their frame, allowing for a brief burst of dust impacts.

Semblance: Last Resolve, Ezra can channel his aura into his five main senses, accelerating his reaction time, speed, endurance, and strength. The longer he uses the more strain his body feels so it has to be used in a short burst. Additionally, he can compress his aura into a single point for a strike but at the cost of overstimulating his senses and it is used as a last resort.

Bonus Skills:

Espionage

Hunting

Wing Chun/Kickboxing

Fatal Flaw: Loyalty, to his friends and those he has loved is what limits Ezra, and often endangers himself against Grimm and other foes.

Family: Cayden Ashwood (Adoptive father/deceased)

Bio: Ezra Ashwood was born in a small village in Mistrial, to a Faunus huntsman and a local baker. Ezra's parents were killed during a Grimm attack leaving a baby boy who had no family or identity. When he was four, Ezra was adopted by an innkeeper who found him in the streets, named Cayden Ashwood, the town's innkeeper, the man would raise the boy with love, patience, and kindness.

By the age of ten, Ezra lost his new home to a second attack from Grimm, far worse than last as his father died hiding him and protecting him. He would wander the wilderness until he met a girl, no older than two years, Cinder Fall. The two would become traveling companions for some time and would grow close but a rift would grow between them as Cinder started walking a dark path.

When he was fifteen, Cinder would join the Queen of Grimm and nearly killing her former friend who was heartbroken. Abandon and broken, Ezra would have many misadventures until he was of age to go to Beacon Academy. His goal was to get strong in order to save his old friend no matter how slim the odds were, though time would complicate and compromise the boy's heart.

An Atleasan specialist, Winter Schnee who he would run into time and time again through his early journey. The Atleasan huntress would suggest Atlas would benefit from his potential but the young man would decline, though the two would have moments of bonding that made him consider it.

Like a once great poet said, “Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.” For Ezra, in time either may not suffice.

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#rwby #rwby oc #oc x cinder #oc x winter #love triangle #ezra ashwood #cinder fall #winter schnee #oc x canon #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #lie ren

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klixxy · 4 years ago

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weekly fic recs

(ft. my bookmark comments - mostly mha and voltron)

boku no hero academia:

what is right and what is easy - theroyalsavage

(bnha; tododeku; fluff + angst; 2k words; oneshot)

Midoriya Izuku is not chosen to represent Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament. He does not slay a dragon, or rescue innocents, or brave a maze of dark magic. He does not win accolades, or fame, or glory.

Instead, Izuku meets the son of the greatest dark wizard of the age, a Durmstrang student with hair like a sunrise and eyes like a war. And maybe, he just might win something else.

If I'm Being Honest.... by I_dont_know_man

(bnha; tododeku; fluff + crack/humor; 26k words; oneshot; truth quirk)

Midoriya scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Uh, Shouto, why are you glaring at me like that?”

“I-” Todoroki began to lie, until nausea slammed him like a door to any room that Bakugou entered. “I--” Todoroki grit his teeth, and glared daggers into the wall behind Midoriya. Goodbye, friendship. It had been absolutely divine while it lasted. “Because you’re very attractive.”

They say honesty is the best policy, but it sure as hell had a knack for Todoroki making a complete and utter fool of himself.

Or: In which Todoroki is placed under a mysterious truth-telling quirk and suffers, Uraraka laughs at him, Midoriya is confused but smitten nonetheless, and Twitter is the thirstiest site on the planet.

paint on our lips (paint on those fingertips) by spicanao

(bnha; tododeku; angst + magical realism; 11k words; oneshot; gallery au)

Galleries are wonderful places. The works seem so vibrant, so beautiful, so alive.

Until they're actually alive.

(Ib AU)

[my bookmarks: holy shit this is beautiful in an odd, poignant, dream-like way]

Todoroki Shouto’s Amateur Guide to Not Fucking Up The Timeline by Anubis_2701

(bnha; tododeku; crack/humor; 13k words; oneshot; time travel; future fic)

All that Todoroki had wanted was milk. Nothing drastic, nothing dramatic, just milk.

Unfortunately, in his quest to get milk, he ended up running into one of the saltiest, most impulsive people this side of the globe. Who also just so happened to have a volatile time-travel quirk.

So yeah, he was fucked. Just slightly. Being punted randomly through time wasn't exactly how he'd wanted to spend his Saturday morning. At least the younger versions of his friends are cute.

awake and (un)afraid, asleep or- by driedupwishes

(bnha; tododeku; fluff + angst + The Feels; 54k words; oneshot; social media/future fic)

“You,” Shoto says, picking his head up from where his screen is filled with The Worst Photograph Ever, curtesy of Shinsou, Jiro, Kaminari, his brother, and nearly everyone they know. “You are so dead to me.”

Kirishima blinks, mouth half open while Izuku mutters oh god, it’s too late, isn’t it on the other end of the phone, before Kirishima is leaning into his space to see his screen.

“Oh,” he says, in response to the photo someone in the crowd of civilians watching the fight had taken of them. “Oh, that’s-” he cuts himself off for a minute, leaning back to eye Shoto’s face while on the other side of the phone Izuku smothers what is probably a laugh, and then changes tracks.

“It’s super manly to love and support your friends,” Kirishima tells Shoto haughtily, as if this whole thing isn't his fault in the first place.

or: Kirishima and Shoto accidentally start trending on Twitter and in retaliation Shoto decides to make an Instagram to showcase all his Hero Deku merchandise, so that everyone knows how much he loves his boyfriend Izuku, and no one expects how quickly it will all spiral out from there

[my bookmarks: broke my heart. i teared up multiple times and even now I'm barely holding back tears.

pure beauty. pulls an incredible amount of emotion from the descriptive language and conveys the love and loneliness and that pulsing ache so well that i thought that my chest would cave in from the force of all the fucking feelings in it. this entire fic was a perfect, awe-inspiring package of fluff, beautiful shoto and class 1a interaction, heartfelt long distance tododeku feels, and almost every single paragraph had my heart fucking squeezing so hard in my chest that i could barely breathe.

i am in awe.]

Hooliganisms by aphrodaisyacs

(bnha; gen/todofam; crack/humor; 17k words; series; social media)

In which an anonymous artist’s street art of Bald Endeavor goes viral, causing a chain of coincidental events and ironic situations to ripple through the lives of everyone- heroes, villains and civilians alike.

[my bookmarks: i'm crying so much from laughter]

Part 1: Where it all begins- the origins of the street artist known as the "Bald Hooligan" and their rise to infamy

Part 2: The spin-off focusing on the unlikely trio whose friendship was borne from the events of Part 1

Daydreaming by AnonymousTwit

(bnha; gen/todobakudeku; angst; 7k words; oneshot; todoroki-centric)

If he'd been more careful, then they'd be fine. If he'd been paying attention, then he wouldn't be alone right now.

But he wasn't and he hadn't, so it's just him, now. It's him, his thoughts, and the unconscious bodies of two of his closest friends as he waits for someone to reach them.

Whether they be friendly or not.

Author has writer's block and coughed up some Todoroki angst in retaliation.

A Study in Firsts by Oceanbreeze7

(bnha; gen; angst + fluff + humor; 76k words; ongoing; class 1a-centric)

There’s a first time for everything.

The first time everyone crammed in Momo’s room to study, a mess of limbs and books on her bed.

The first time Mina burned crepes so badly the smoke alarm went off.

The first time a jumpscare got Sero so badly, he flipped off the back of the couch.

The first time Uraraka fell asleep at the table and accidentally sent it floating.

The first time someone realized Todoroki walked far too quietly, and far too cautiously around the dorms to be normal.

The first time Midoriya broke his toe on a door frame and kept walking through it.

The first time Kirishima woke up screaming through the walls.

The first time Tsuyu blanched at the sight of a needle.

The first time Bakugo dropped, clutching the back of his neck with eyes scarily vacant and detonating everything around him until Aizawa had to intervene.

It wasn’t always pretty, but the dorms were filled with firsts.

Responsibility by deafmic

(bnha; gen; angst + hurt/comfort; 94k words; series (complete); todoroki-centric; dadzawa + papamic)

“I told you outside,” Aizawa chooses his words carefully, reiterating the same point he’s made before. “My responsibility for you doesn’t end at the classroom. Every part of your life is partially my responsibility. Your father doesn’t scare or intimidate me. If you need help, I can get it for you, but you and I both know that you need to ask for it first.”

Aizawa organizes a way for the students to go home for the holidays. Todoroki Shouto, however, gets left behind by his father. Aizawa, annoyed at Endeavor, takes Shouto under his care for the night, and is joined by a certain Yamada Hizashi.

[my bookmarks: *unholy screaming sobbing noises*

an incredible and emotional journey from start to finish.]

the drip of melting ice by walking_through_autumn

(bnha; gen/platonic shintodo; angst + fluff; 19k words; oneshot; todoroki/shinsou-centric ft. dadzawa)

Aizawa found out within a day. It was quite likely due to the dish Todoroki had washed and left to dry in the shared kitchen after the kitten had been fed off it. Hitoshi was forced to reflect that it wasn’t any good hiding the litter and cat food in their wardrobes if Todoroki was going to make a fundamental mistake like that.

Aizawa stood in his door frame and raised an eyebrow. “Well? Where is the cat?”

Hitoshi gave his most disarming smile. “What cat?”

Todoroki chose that moment to exit his room, eyes on his phone, other hand holding a cat toy. He bumped into Aizawa and looked up slowly, like in a horror movie.

“...oh,” Todoroki said. Aizawa raised the other eyebrow. Hitoshi rubbed a hand down his face.

Herbal tea, weekly floor gatherings, spoiled surprises, movie marathons, shared custody over a cat, rain and ice and blankets and plushies, and the journey of falling into a friendship.

(Or: Hitoshi moves into the 2A dormitory at the beginning of his second year, learns who his neighbour is, and makes the friends he had declared he isn't there to have within the space of a semester.)

Hand in Hand in Hand by kngsbrg (Citlalcoatl)

(bnha; todobakudeku; fluff + strangers to lovers; 10k words; oneshot; tea au)

Boiling the water, choosing the right temperature for the right kind of tea, using quality leaves, scooping the precise amount, and letting it steep for just the perfect time...

All that and more is needed to make a delicious cup of tea.

A business that Shouto was quite knowledgeable about.

Spring begins and brings with it the hint of new fresh air, buds waiting to blossom, and just a bit of change.

[my bookmarks: featuring: oblivious teamaker shoto and pining firemen baku and izu]

even if i die (it's you) by monomoon

(bnha; todobaku; fluff + angst + strangers to lovers; 75k words; complete; paramedic au)

Or; where Todoroki never went to UA and, in rejection of his father's ambitions, became a paramedic; and where pro hero Bakugou Katsuki is just a little bit too intrigued with the heterochromatic man who always glares daggers at him whenever he sees him.

When Bakugou was suddenly and abruptly met with two cold, heterochromatic eyes glaring daggers right back at him, he had two immediate thoughts:

"Why does he look like he's plotting my assassination?"

and

"Why the fuck are his eyes so pretty?"

[my bookmarks: UGH THIS IS JUST FUCKING PHENOMENAL- GORGEOUS LOVELY INCREDIBLE HEARTSTOPPING HEARTBREAKING BEAUTIFUL RIDICULOUSLY GOOD POIGNANT I AM RUNNING OUT OF ADJECTIVES BUT IT'S GREAT TRUST ME AKDHJSFNW]

This Is Now by colormesherlocked

(bnha; gen; angst + hurt/comfort + fluff; 193k words; series (ongoing); todoroki-centric)

Todoroki Shoto will be a hero.

...But not just yet. Right now, Todoroki Shoto is a bitter, pessimistic, hurt teenager who doesn't want help, friends or hinderances of any kind getting in the way of his misguided goals.

Thankfully, there will soon be people in his life who will be more than happy to drag him into a place of happiness, safety, and acceptance - kicking and screaming the whole way, if they have to. All he has to do is survive his first meeting with them and all the incredible changes that will come after.

This is Todoroki Shoto's Hero Academia.

(Semi-canon compliant up to a point and told from Todoroki Shoto's POV.)

the league of anti-villains by aizawa_wears_crocs (avenris), avenris

(bnha; gen; angst + fluff + humor; 35k words; ongoing; todobakushinmono-centric)

When he's secretly tasked to find the UA traitor, Todoroki isn't expecting help. He's especially not expecting it from the three other first year students perceived as villainous in their own ways. Unfortunately for him, Shinsou, Monoma and Bakugou have all got something to prove, and his solo mission turns into a team effort that rapidly spirals far beyond what they were expecting to find - but hey, they're in too deep now.

Or: in which the gang solves the mystery of the traitor feat. todoroki family shenanigans, copious amounts of dadzawa, backstory for my favorite 1-B gremlin, and good old-fashioned illegal vigilantism.

such eloquent graffiti by firelilyblooms

(bnha; todobaku; angst + hurt/comfort; 9k words; oneshot; todoroki-centric; future fic)

Todoroki Shouto is sitting cross-legged at his coffee table, hunched over a bowl of instant ramen, when he finds out along with the rest of the world that the Flame Hero, Endeavor, is dead.

Or, Shouto's guide to dealing with death.

[my bookmarks: i am in ✨pain✨:)]

Tell-All by HopeNight

(bnha; todofam; angst; 4k words; oneshot; todofam/natsuo-centric)

When Natsuo is twenty-years-old, he publishes a tell-all book on his father and growing up in his house. This starts a domino effect, of course. With the book comes an investigation and sets the groundwork for the Hawks scandal in several years’ time that will see the disbandment of the Heroic Public Safety Commission and the ascension of pro hero Deku to the Number One slot. This will also lead to a decades long chain of change and progress with Deku wielding his influence and charisma like a sword and shield to make society and the world a little better than when he found it.

In essence, you can say, that Todoroki Natsuo is the true hero of this story with his fake quirk and an anger burning in his gut. Just one small book and suddenly…everything changes. The future is brighter for its existence. The curtains are thrown back and the light begins its work to disinfect and cleanse.

When Todoroki Shouto is in his second year of UA, his brother, Natsuo, publishes a tell-all book of essays about growing up in Endeavor's house.

This is Natsuo's story about how he really changed the path of things.

like an open wound by filzmonster

(bnha; gen; angst + hurt/comfort; 5k words; oneshot; todoroki-centric; manga spoilers)

It's a Sunday and Shouto is making gyoza in the dorm kitchen - or: It's a Sunday and Todoroki has an existential crisis over food.

[my bookmarks: oh my GODDDDDDDDD

*screeches while crying**is a blubbering mess*]

Shouto Todoroki and His Stuffed Eeyore (And Also Childhood Trauma) by ThatSpicySeaFlapFlap

(bnha; gen; angst + MORE ANGST; 42k words; complete; todoroki-centric)

Aizawa looked him in the eye, placed a gentle hand around his bicep (not like Endeavor, his father had only ever touched him with the intention to burn) and asked, “Are you okay?”

People don’t usually ask him things. They like to tell him things, like where to sit or what to wear or how to talk or how to be a hero or how to be himself.

‘Am I okay?’ He thought. He realized he doesn’t ask himself things, either.

Shouto didn’t have an answer to Aizawa’s question, so instead he said:

“A very long time ago, my mother did something....highly upsetting.” The boy was tracing the outline of his scar, his calloused finger stopping and jumping around the bumps and ridges of the burnt skin. “Something today reminded me of that.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” His teacher asked.

“No.”

“Okay. I’m here when you do. I’m always here, kid.” Shouto only responded with a sob. He felt as if he’d earned that right after all the emotional labor he had been put through tonight.

days by chibistarlyte

(bnha; todobaku; angst + hurt/comfort; 19k words; series (complete); todoroki-centric)

Most days, Shouto is fine.

But some days...

Some days, Shouto falls apart.

Location Sent by sunflowerstorm

(bnha; gen; angst + hurt/comfort; 15k words; oneshot; todoroki-centric; third year 1a)

In their first year at UA Midoriya sent his location to the class 1-A group chat during the Hosu incident because he didn't have time to do anything else before rushing to Iida's aid.

Now in their second year, Todoroki sends his location to the group chat at 6:30am on a Saturday morning after going home for the weekend. Midoriya knows immediately that something is very wrong and takes off, Bakugo hot on his heels.

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"They’d known each other long enough to be able to communicate practically wordlessly. The quiet rage on Midoriya's face was extremely telling, this was bad. Bakugo braced himself as Midoriya shuffled to the side to show where his hands were hovering over what was most certainly a burn and a serious one at that. Todoroki’s own fire didn’t burn him but they all knew that didn’t make him fire proof. Bakugo could do the math."

Faith by phinnium

(bnha; gen; angst + hurt/comfort; 7k words; oneshot; todoroki-centric; manga spoilers)

"You wanted to open a case?"

Aizawa frowned, "uh, yeah. Someone showed you Dabi's video, didn't they? And I don't doubt Todoroki himself has told you bits and pieces."

Izuku did not expect this to be how the conversation went.

"Yeah. But Todoroki isn't being hurt now. He's fine. Endeavour's changed."

Or: Midoriya trusts the Hero Commission far more than he should, especially given the situation at hand. Todoroki isn't available to explain what's what, so Aizawa and Bakugou do it instead.

(Written after the release of issue 293 of the manga, and in the aftermath of the current arc. Spoilers ahead.)

Incendiary by macrauchenia

(bnha; gen; angst + hurt/comfort; 17k words; ongoing (hiatus?); todoroki-centric)

"You're going to die, little Todoroki. And if you don't, your classmates will instead."

A training exercise backfires when Izuku and Todoroki become tangled in an escaped villain's vendetta against Endeavor. Alone in a perilous situation due to the villain's barrier quirk, Todoroki must take desperate and creative measures to save his classmates.

[Class 1-A Teamwork/Bonding]

Parallax by petrichor (findingkairos)

(bnha; gen; angst + hurt/comfort + fluff; 64k words; ongoing; todoroki-centric)

Todoroki Shouto has memories that he didn't make on his own, motor skills that his brain doesn't know how to parse, and a love of science and mathematics and physics that means he broke down his Quirk into its most intricate, universe-bending components at the age of seven.

In one universe, he wants to become a hero. In this one, even though he doesn't want to, he might have to.

(Featuring: a rapidly developing Shoutosquad, Quirk science, headcanons of all flavors, healthy and supportive sibling and sibling-like relationships, and Dadzawa.)

[notes: one of my current favorite fics that i’m eagerly following for the next update. :D]

Caturdays by staqua (aka my fav todobaku author)

(bnha; todobaku; fluff + angst + enemies to lovers; 10k words; oneshot)

"Hmm... It's lunchtime now isn't it? You should have lunch with him."

"With Bakugou?" He blanched. "I think he would refuse and then murder me."

Rei chuckled softly as if death was a joke and held his hand tenderly. "If he's in the hospital, someone he cares about must not be well. I think anyone going through that should have a nice meal with good company."

"You overestimate me," Shouto pointed out and she gave another laugh.

OR: Shouto's usual Saturdays included visits to his mother and the cat cafe; he wasn't expecting Bakugou to get thrown in the mix.

voltron: legendary defender:

*hacks twitter in space* by Zakyuu

(vld x marvel; gen/klance; crack/humor + fluff; 17k words; social media au; ongoing)

the voltron paladins arent as popular as the avengers, obviously — in fact, no one even knows they exist. but they still radiate the same kind of dumb gay energy like the rest of the world.

or: pidge somehow manages to connect voltron's communicators onto earth and virtually nothing is the same. voltron also collectively makes everyone lose their marbles while they play hot potato with the fact that theyre in a ten thousand year war with the galra.

the fear of falling by amillionsmiles

(vld; gen; angst + fluff; character study; 3k words; oneshot; keith-centric)

Keith can pull off a downward spiral. It's the kind of maneuver he does in his sleep.

[my bookmarks: stunning. beautiful. breathtaking. poignant.]

Recoil/Release by Cheshyr

(vld; gen; angst + hurt/comfort; 22k words; oneshot; keith-centric)

When Keith is bitten by an alien creature with venom that causes your dominant emotions to be amplified, the team is ready for a day of dealing with an incredibly angry paladin.

Which means they're not ready at all for what actually happens.

hound by story_monger

(vld; gen; angst + hurt/comfort; 47k words; oneshot; keith-centric)

Keith has a lot of practice being alone; you might almost say he's good at it. When he finds himself seriously injured and stranded on an unknown planet, he knows he's not alone there. And here's the worst part: even after rescue and after things return to normal, Keith gets the distinct sense that whatever was on that planet has followed him. He doesn't have proof. But he knows it's there. He knows it's not going to stop until it gets what it wants.

Keith's 'Physical Contact' Initiation Program by alisayamin (sh_04e)

(vld; gen; fluff+ angst + hurt/comfort; 26k words; oneshot; keith-centric)

Keith didn’t move and neither did Pidge. It was a little awkward until Keith finally said, “Maybe we could officially officiate this..?”

“What do you mean?”

“Fist me.”

Pidge recoiled and sputtered, “Keith, what the f-” She was cut off by Shiro’s bellowing laughter from the observatory deck.

With his straight face unchanged, Keith lowered his left hand with the stopwatch and lifted his right hand, fisted.

Pidge actually sighed with so much relief, “OH. You mean fistbump! Right.” She slapped her forehead to remove the very very wrong image her imagination drew for her, “Holy shit, Keith, we need to work on that but yeah sure, I’d be honoured to officiate your physical contact program whatever.”

That one time Coran realized Keith was too distant and decided to make him undergo the 'Physical Contact' Initiation Program which then led to --> 5 times the paladins realized Keith was an actual cat.

The Red String by Le_Tournesol

(vld; gen/klance; angst + fluff; 19k words; series (ongoing); keith-centric; pre-voltron au)

Lance and Keith keep coming across one another at different points in their lives.

[my bookmarks: this is so sad and sweet and lovely]

All that is gold does not glitter by Rangergirl3

(vld; gen; angst + fluff + hurt/comfort; 28k words; complete; keith-centric)

Keith isn't what most would call a 'people' person, but that doesn't stop him from caring about his team.

aka

Five Times the other Paladins learned something about Keith, and the One Time he learned something about them.

[my bookmarks: fuck. just- fuck.]

Miscommunication Celebration by SleepySsnail

(vld; gen; fluff + hurt/comfort; 4k words; oneshot; keith-centric; birthday fic)

Keith was never too focused on his birthday, but when it rolls around he hopes his team remembers it. When Keith's birthday is full of quality time and fun, he doesn't even question why his friends haven't said "happy birthday" to him.

Or: Where Keith thinks everyone is celebrating his birthday when they really forgot about it.

Keithtober 2019 Day 23: Birthday

avatar: the last airbender:

Change of Address by hearmerory

(atla; gen/zukka; ANGST + fluff + hurt/comfort; 89k words; series (ongoing); zuko-centric; modern au)

A collection of instances in a modern AU of Zuko's shitty childhood, featuring Ozai's dislike of his son's autism and sexuality.

[my bookmarks: FUCK F U C K WHAT THE ACTUAL F U C K.

I CAN'T WITH THIS ANYMORE.]

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Travelling Teamaker: An Odd Friendship Forms (Part 1)

I’ve slowly been working on a series of short fantasy stories and I figured I can share them here until I come up with a better option. Below is a little intro to the series and below the cut is part 1 of one of the stories.

These are the tales of a travelling teamaker named Cyrano. He once led another life, but for the past nine years he has wandered the world searching for the most rare and unusual ingredients for making strange, and occasionally delicious teas.

His search has brought him to distant lands filled with beauty, excitement, and danger. From soft sandy beaches to steep mountain peaks, he’s shied from no terrain. Adventure has taken precedence over safety and even over the quality of the tea he makes. He cares little if the brew is too bitter, or too acidic, so long as the journey has been thrilling.

There is one ingredient, however, that he has sought above all — the petals of the astral lily. It is rumored that the astral lily only blooms under moonlight that has shone through the gossamer wings of an ice dragon. In nine years of wandering, Cyrano has found no clues as to where an ice dragon's lair might be.

An elf of only 113 years old, Cyrano Alfvenias bemoaned the strands of gray that now speckled his rich, black hair. A woman at the last inn he visited, assured him the gray made him look “distinguished” and not haggard. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but grimace at the thought of losing his hair color. His feelings were not assuaged when he asked for directions and a young boy called him old.

"Old!? What do you mean old?" he protested without any wit or charm.

"You're not young are you?" the boy snickered.

"I'm an elf! We don't age the same as humans do!" Cyrano yelled after the boy, but the boy couldn't care less and frolicked away without responding or looking back.

"At least I have directions…" his voice faded as he considered the silly conversation he let himself have with a child.

The boy had informed Cyrano that less than a mile ahead there was a seaside village. He looked forward to trying new foods, drinking too much, and passing out under a roof, rather than out in the elements.

The village was bigger than he had expected, it was almost a small port. The air was thick with salt and low tide — quite offensive to the olfactory senses. Cyrano reached into a satchel at his waist and pulled out a fragrant tea bag which he placed in his palm and brought to his nose. None of the villagers did anything similar so he concluded that they must have been accustomed to the stench.

The inn at the center of town was bustling with rowdy patrons and it didn’t smell much better than the shore. Cyrano didn’t mind the commotion, however. He had been in desolate lands for weeks. The last inn he stayed at had no more than a handful of guests. It was a welcome change of pace and a chance to mingle with the locals, and at the end of the bar, he spotted the exact type of local he would like to mingle with.

A young human woman sat with her back arched. With one hand she twirled her long auburn locks and with the other she traced the rim of her glass, her eyes carefully scanned the room. Judging by her less than modest attire, Cyrano could take a good guess as to her profession and he had more than enough money to indulge in her services. But before partaking in carnal delights, he had to make sure the inn had vacancies.

“Greetings! My name is Cyrano and I am a travelling teamaker. I've been walking for days and would like to purchase a room for the evening.” He bowed graciously to a man near the entrance.

“I don’t work here, pal. Ask Milla, the bartender,” the man grunted through half-lidded eyes.

“My apologies.” Cyrano bowed a second time and made his way towards the bar whilst dodging stumbling drunkards.

There was a single vacant seat at the crowded bar. He squeezed into the open spot, disregarding how the wide brim of his hat brushed the person by his side.

“Greetings! My name is Cyrano and I am a travelling teamaker. I've been walking for days and would like to purchase a room for the evening. Are you Milla?” He smiled widely, finding himself invigorated by being around people once again.

The woman behind the bar looked as unimpressed as the drunk man at the entrance. Heavy bags drooped under her eyes and a frown seemed to be permanently formed into her face.

“Ya, I’m Milla. I think we got a room,” she glanced at sets of keys behind her and then looked back to Cyrano, “Yer an elf, aren’t ya?”

“Um, yes?” He gestured at his prominent pointy ears, “Is that a problem?”

“No, no problem, so long as you don’t cause any problems.” She handed him a set of keys, “It’s the room on the second floor at the end of the hall.”

“Thank you, Milla. I promise not to cause any trouble. Now, what’s a good local drink?”

Without a second thought, Milla reached for a mixing bowl and tossed in several different liquids. She gave the concoction a quick whisking, sniffed it, then poured it into a mug and passed it to Cyrano.

"Consider it a local grog. Tastes a bit fruity, goes down easy, gets ya drunk fast."

Being an elf with little regard for consequences, Cyrano took a hearty gulp on an empty stomach. A drink and a half later, he was whining loudly to the unsuspecting man beside him about the injustices of elven politics.

"Why do they get to decide that? Just because their parents are big shots? Huh? Now that isn't fair...is it?" Cyrano placed his hand on the man's shoulder and looked him dead in the eye.

"Uh-um, I really um...doesn't seem fair but uh-"

"Is he bothering you, Jom?" Milla interjected.

"N-not really, well I just don't really know what he's talkin' about." Jom sank in his seat.

"Hey Elfie, how 'bout you talk to me instead of bothering Jom?" Milla ordered with a snap to get Cyrano's attention.

"You sure I won't be bothering you too?" Cyrano drawled with a pout.

"It's my job to be bothered by chatty patrons. Tell me, what's on yer mind?" Milla asked as she began preparing a third beverage for the elf.

In the few moments after Milla stopped his tirade, Cyrano's thoughts drifted to another, equally pressing grievance.

"Well, it's kinda embarrassing, but on my way here, a boy called me old!" Cyrano lamented.

"Oh, how tragic…" she said with an obvious eye roll.

"You don't understand, Milla! We elves are supposed to look youthful for centuries!" he pleaded.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you," she started mixing another drink, "you don't look a day over 36 to me."

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The loud exclamations from the boisterous elf caught Brandy Lightrose's attention. She knew if he kept it up for too long, Milla might kick him out. It's not that patrons weren't allowed to get a little noisy, but this particular patron had a way of making the other guests uneasy. Overhearing the insecurity in the elf's conversation, gave Brandy a convenient opening to offer her services.

"Hey handsome," she said as she tapped her fingers on his shoulder.

Cyrano turned to see who was addressing him so pleasantly. Much to his satisfaction, it was the young woman who had caught his eye when he entered the inn.

"Good evening, miss...miss...what shall I call you?" he asked with a small gasp.

"My name is Brandy, Brandy Lightrose. What's your name?"

"I'm Cyrano Alfvenias, but just Cyrano is fine."

"OK, Cyri. How would you like to head back to your room and have some fun?"

"I would love to, but I think Milla here might miss me. She keeps pouring me drinks," he said with a lopsided smile.

"Milla just wants your money," Brandy quipped back.

"Don't you...also just want my money?" he asked with genuine bewilderment.

"Of course I want your money. No secrets here. But don't you want what I'm selling?" Brandy leaned in closer

"Yes, absolutely, yes," he sputtered, "oh darn...that sounded desperate…"

Brandy laughed at the eager, but sincere response. Her hand, still on his shoulder, slid down to his wrist, and tugged for him to follow.

"I've only ever been with one elf before, so I'm a bit eager myself." She winked.

"Eager! Yes, that's good!" He stumbled out of his seat but quickly regained his footing, "I'm pretty sure I'm usually a bit more composed than this but those drinks are potent and— "

"I don't mind it, Cyri! You seem like a lot of fun, just the way you are!"

Even through his alcohol-clouded mind, Cyrano knew this was all part of Brandy's act as a professional, yet not a single part of him minded that truth. Together, they dashed towards the stairs, with Milla yelling after them, reminding Brandy to make sure Cyrano paid for all of his drinks.

(To be continued in Part 2!)

#writing #original writing #original character #elf #fantasy #fantasy writing #low fantasy #adventure #short story #kinda short?#i'm having fun writing this #i hope it's an enjoyable read

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leesielou · 2 years ago

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When you get this, respond with five things that make you happy and then send to the last ten people in your notifs. 🥝

1. My husband/my marriage. This has probably been one of the most emotionally difficult years of my life. Lots of meltdowns and just general unraveling. But the more I show him parts of me that I had previously deemed unlovable, the closer he pulls me. 🥹 The marriage modeled for me by my parents was consistently strained with frequent conflict. So sometimes I still find myself marveling at the fact that I get to be this happy in mine.

2. My dog. He’s the cuddliest, cleverest, cutest little floof monster that ever lived. His name is Watson, but mostly we call him Watsy, Pupper, Duck/Ducky, or Little Bear (he looks like a teddy bear). I’ll put a picture of him cuddling both me and his favorite toy at the bottom.

3. Traveling. We are incredibly blessed to have the ability to travel. I love seeing new places and new things. Or just going to visit friends and family in familiar places.

4. Friends sending me funny TikTok’s. One of my love languages is people sending me things that make them think of me, or that they know I’ll find amusing. Bestie sent me one featuring Alan Rickman as Colonel Brandon yesterday. *swoon*

5. Tea. 🍵 I’ve been drinking more tea and less coffee recently and have been really enjoying it. This morning I had a cup of one of my favorites called “Lover’s Leap” by Smith Teamaker.

@celestemagnoliathewriter tagging you because you also sent this to me, but I replied to Eve’s. 😊

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noinfinity · 2 years ago

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voicelines: more about yasmeen (3)

Yasmeen’s Hobbies:

“Well, besides teamaking, I like to draw! Sometimes it’s recording the new types of plant I come across, sometimes it’s sketching the Harbor from on top of the teahouse! I used to draw little hearts and stuff on the teabags, but nowadays there are too many orders for me to do it on every single bag, but I still make sure to doodle a little thank-you note on the receipt.”

Yasmeen’s Troubles:

“I’m not very socially adept. Sometimes I get very lonely, since I don’t tend to be able to make friends easily. I guess I consider Hu Tao a friend, but she’s more of an acquaintance. I just wish I knew how people worked a bit better, then maybe I could make some real friends! What? You’re my friend? Aww, Traveler! Thank you, I appreciate it! I’ll do my best to be a great friend for you!”

Favorite Food:

“I absolutely adore mint jellies. They’re so jiggly and cheerful! Also, the taste goes very well with tea, even if it’s not mint! The perfect, versatile dish for any occasion.”

Least Favorite Food:

“I don’t really care for steak. Just thinking of those poor cows makes my stomach swirl. Ugh…”

#genshin impact

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somewheresoutheastasia · 6 years ago

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P O R T L A N D , O R

To kick off our summer vacation 2018 we first stopped in Portland, Oregon to visit our travel pals Chris and Bri. It was great to have them show us around, and we loved Portland just like everyone told us we would! We definitely made the most of our four days by seeing several Portland neighborhoods, eating all the ice cream, and hitting some of the highlights just outside the city.

Neighborhood highlights included:

Our first night out on Mississippi Ave for drinks (Interurban), pizza and ice cream (Lovely’s Fifty Fifty) and more ice cream (Ruby Jewel);

Visiting Jacobsen Salt. company where Bri works and other former warehouses in the Central Industrial neighborhood in SE Portland (also included brunch at Roost, a walk around Mt Tabor park, and tea tasting at Steven Smith Teamakers);

More food (Mexican tortas at Guero) and ice cream (Fifty Licks) in a more retro neighborhood in the Burnside/Laurelhurst area;

A personalized South East Asia and Educational experience in Killingsworth and NE Portland with a stop at Hat Yai for Thai street food (roti!) followed by drinks at McMenimans Kennedy School;

And of course shopping in Chris and Bri’s neighborhood (Pearl District) at Powell’s Bookstore and REI.

After tasting five of Portland’s top ice cream parlors, we decided none of them could truly compete with Portland’s favorite Salt & Straw in the Alphabet District.

Most of our time was spent in the great outdoors of the Pacific Northwest. We:

Hiked 10.6 miles to Ramona Falls and partway up the Yokum Ridge near Mt Mood;

Drove to the coast through wine country and hiked 6 miles to the top of Cascade Head for some beautiful views;

Explored the tide pools and spotted whales in Pacific City after beers at Pelican Brewery;

Visited Multnomah Falls in the Columbia Gorge;

And went strawberry picking at Kruger Farm on Sauvie Island so Bri could make some delicious strawberry shortcake for our early morning breakfast to kick of the World cup the morning we flew out.

Thanks for such a great few days guys! We can’t wait for our next trip together!

#usa #portland

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etests · 5 years ago

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Verschiedene Materialien und Möglichkeiten

Kunststoff, Edelstahl, Glas, Porzellan, Bambus oder Keramik? Jedes Material hat seine ganz eigenen Eigenschaften. Kunststoff ist zwar das Leichtgewicht, kann aber durchaus seinen Eigengeschmack entwickeln. Edelstahl bietet hingegen nicht nur das leichtere Gewicht, sondern hat auch hygienische Vorteile. Auf Edelstahl können sich keine Bakterien entwickeln. Glas hat absolut keinen Eigengeschmack, ist allerdings im Verhältnis sehr schwer. Keramik kann bei niedriger Qualität leicht zerbrechen. Die Becher aus Bambus sind auf den ersten Blick sehr umweltfreundlich, der Deckel kann allerdings einen Gummigeschmack hinterlassen und durch das Material bleiben hin und wieder Flecken von dunklen Getränken zurück. Der Porzellanbecher ist der empfindlichste. Inwiefern sich das in der Praxis sinnvoll einsetzen lässt, muss man dann für sich selbst entscheiden. Wer sich unschlüssig über das Material ist, dem hilft vielleicht sich zu entscheiden, indem er ein Material wählt, welches besonders für sein Lieblingsgetränk infrage kommt. Thermobecher für Tee Ein Thermobecher der einen integriertes Teesieb hat? Ja, den gibt es. Extra für Teetrinker. Über einen Hebel kann man den Teekorb absenken und nach der Ziehzeit wieder hochstellen. Das Material besteht aus doppelwandigem BPA-freiem Kunststoff. Wer es noch Tee freundlicher braucht, entscheidet sich vielleicht für eine Variante aus Glas, ebenfalls mit Teesieb. Dieses Material ist zwar schwerer, dafür aber komplett ohne Chemikalien. Manko da ist vielleicht der Deckel, der aus Silikon besteht. Zuletzt sogar ein Becher, der seine eigene Presse besitzt. Für den Trinkgenuss einfach die Presse gegen den Trinkdeckel tauschen, fertig. Eignet sich auch hervorragend für: Thermobecher für Kaffee Geschmacklich sind sie nicht so krass auf die Neutralität angewiesen wie die extra Becher für Teetrinker, dennoch, auch das Getränk sollte nach Kaffee und nicht nach Plastik schmecken. Dies schließt sehr günstige Varianten aus Kunststoff gleich aus. Billige Kunststoffe sind nicht nur ein Gesundheitsrisiko, sie geben auch den typisch dumpfen Plastikgeschmack ab. Für Kaffeefans eignet sich dagegen Edelstahl oder Keramik, wenn sie auf Nummer sicher gehen möchten. Die halten lange warm, ohne das schwarze Gold in ein Spülwasser zu verwandeln. Thermobecher für kalte Getränke Ein Smoothie für unterwegs? Es gibt auch hier den perfekten Smoothi-to.go Becher. Der Becher besteht aus Glas und sein Deckel aus BPA – freiem Kunststoff, der Strohhalm ebenso. Die Verarbeitung macht es möglich, das der Becher „schwappsicher“ ist, er muss dennoch stehend transportiert werden. Sonst eignen sich für kalte Getränke natürlich auch die normalen Thermobecher, sieht nur eben nicht so chic aus! Dem Design und der Größe sind keine Grenzen gesetzt. Es gibt Thermobecher, die kann man ab einem Zigarettenanzünder anschließen, sie wärmen dann entsprechend nach. Mit USB – Anschluss ist das System ebenfalls möglich. Wer absolut keinen Becher nach seinem Geschmack findet, der kann auch einfach einen selbst designen. Im Internet machen es verschiedene Shops möglich, der Kreativität freien Lauf zu lassen. Wer es lange heiß braucht, greift am besten auf einen doppelt beschichtete Isoliertasse aus Edelstahl zurück, diese kann die Temperatur beinahe 24 Stunden halten.

Vor- und Nachteile von Isoliertassen

Klar, dass man auch die Vor- und Nachteile der Isoliertassen mal beleuchten muss. Hier zunächst die Vorteile: langlebig nachfüllbar spart auf die Dauer Unmengen an Müll Getränk läuft wenig bis keine Gefahr auszulaufen Thermobecher sind bei dem richtigen Material geschmacksneutral Thermobecher sind gesünder da sie weniger Gifte absondern man kann sehr viel Geld sparen er ist individuell und persönlich gestaltbar Und die Nachteile? Preis des Erstkaufes von rund 20 Euro man darf ihn nicht vergessen man muss ihn auch leer mitnehmen abwaschen, statt wegwerfen Die Vorteile überwiegen, denn es gibt auch viele Cafés, die einen Rabatt für Coffee-to-go geben, wenn man seinen eigenen Becher mitbringt.

Worauf sollte man beim kaufen von einem Thermobecher achten?

Am geschmackneutralsten sind die Becher aus Edelstahl oder für die Teetrinker, aus Glas. Wie oben erläutert, gibt es natürlich spezielle Unterschiede, wenn man explizit auf eine besondere Variante der Isoliertasse wert legt. Wichtig ist für alle, dass sie gut schließen, dass sie leicht zu reinigen sind und das sie eine gewisse Stabilität aufweisen. Spülmaschinenfest ist schon praktisch, besser noch, wenn der Becher so konzipiert ist, das auch der Deckel überall gründlich zu reinigen ist. Ob im Onlinehandel oder im Einzelhandel, viel falsch machen kann man nicht, wenn man auf die oben genannten Punkte achtet. Im Internet gibt es dann aber deutlich mehr Auswahl und auch zum Teil gewaltige Preisunterschiede durch spezielle Angebote.

Fazit

Isoliertassen für heiß und kalt gibt es viele. Die Auswahl ist schier unendlich. Die Vorteile liegen klar auf der Hand, der Preis bei etwa 20 Euro für ein gutes Produkt ist überschaubar und seine Nachhaltigkeit überzeugt. Da kann die Empfehlung nur ganz klar lauten, vorrangig nach dem Nutzen auszuwählen, damit man möglichst lange Freude an dem Becher hat. >>Thermobecher Vergleiche hier klicken Read the full article

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