A non-exhaustive list of the antics the crew got up to at IPRE boot camp, because really, there’s no way these hooligans acted like actual professionals the whole time. 

  • The illicit kitchen Taako and Lup set up underneath a desk and stocked with transmuted ingredients, because they refused to accept the Institute’s food. They had a little camp stove, some knives and a lot of magic and more or less fed themselves for a year with it. Everyone else opted for the more conventional route and just snuck in tons of snack food. 
  • Given that the pool of candidates was probably pretty broad there was a lot of diversity in age and species. You had all sorts of adventurers, arcanists, mercenaries, scientists. Lots of types of folks, who all cliqued up pretty fast. And since the group was constantly being whittled down, those lines kept shifting. It was hard to keep up with. Most of the people who ended up on the Institute’s short list in fact distinguished themselves by ignoring all of this. World famous botanist? Distinguished adventurer? Magnus hugs all equally.
  • One of the Key Bonding Moments of Magnus and Taako and Lup’s friendship was pretty early on when they were hanging out and got distracted by how big Magnus’ hands were compared to the twins. Lup and Taako thought it was ridiculous and proceeded to drag him around IPRE bootcamp comparing him to various other people’s hands. When they found the tiniest person on campus (a very small gnome woman) and got her to hold her palm up against Magnus’ they nearly cried.
  • Merle got a religious exemption for everything. A few months in it became a game of what he could argue to Institute staff about. Some of it was well justified. Pan was well known for approving of revels, the religious exemption to have Cocktail Hour was probably legit. Nude yoga was just him messing with people though. 
  • Lucretia loved the chance to get stories from so many people. After her initial shyness, she more or less pinned every person in the Institute down and asked them about their life before the mission. She ended up soliciting more cool stories than anyone had realized lurked among their midst. Her lunch table was very popular because that was where you went to hear seasoned adventurers talking about their exploits. 
  • You know those ridiculously intricate pranks engineering students pull to put cars on top of major campus monuments and stuff? Now imagine that times ten because magic. The twins and Magnus were terrible about this, but Barry enabled them and provided scientific assistance, and they had lots of help from other sources within the Institute. Once they transported an entire building to the ethereal plane for a whole morning. 

my math class was across the hall from the astronomy room and almost every day id go to walk to math and the astronomy teacher and a math teacher were doing something weird. theyve used a camp stove to make grilled cheese and pancakes (different days), set up mini golf in the hall, weird physics games, and sitting on stools playing guitar and bass and singing while students were walking to class. if they arent doing any of those things, they throwing a foam football and almost hitting kids in the face. (Ive actually been hit by it 6 times)


BioLite BaseCamp Stove

Today’s piece of great news for lovers of outdoor adventures is called BioLite BaseCamp. The advanced off-grid cooking and energy solution especially designed for camping trips, BaseCamp Stove by BioLite allows outdoor enthusiasts to cook their meals and charge electronic gadgets at the same time.


Hobo Stove Pakoras with Backyard Foraged Dandelions

Our backyard has exploded with dandelions, and I’ve been keen to try out a camping recipe.

Hobo stove.

Upcycled from its previous life as a giant can of chickpeas, this simple device was also begging for a test drive.

Tinder. Twigs. Light.



I plucked these golden nuggets straight from the yard and gave them a quick rinse. The moisture trapped in the petals hold the perfect amount to adhere the flour and spices - no need to add more. My take on the pakora mix consists of chickpea flour, coconut flour, fine cornmeal flour - a 3:1:1 ratio. For seasoning, add a pinch of garam masala, turmeric, salt, and chili powder.

Toss in bag. Coat.



Let the pakoras slide around the pan. Careful to turn and not burn. The hobo stove can pack a lot of heat. 


Serve with a chutney or your favorite condiment. Can’t get more seasonal, local, homecooked, and energy-efficient than this!



Everyone just read that in the voice of Gordon Ramsay from FWord right? Right…? Because otherwise I just wasted 30min of my life concocting this.

blindbae  asked:

Omg omg omg omg jealous Noctis drabble would be 10/10 I have a mighty need 😂😂😂💛💛

OMG YAAASSSS! I’m keeping it SFW because, quite frankly, I had this idea stewing in my head for a bit~ it’s super cute and innocent and I feel like Noctis would go about this (addressing his jealousy while everyone in the vicinity low-key knows he’s jealous) in such a round-about way <3

Tagging some pals: @blindbae (I know you’ll get the notification, but I tagged you anyways lol), @itshaejinju, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @airlea-sicarius, @alicemoonwonderland, @asendioncosplay and @xalexanderxkozachenkox <3 :D

You’re Really Cool, But… (Noctis x Reader SFW)

Noctis quickly discovered that you were a natural flirt. Especially around Ignis- his studious, stern, and dry-witted royal advisor. The young prince was sure that Prompto had already noticed his foul mood and had subsequently decided to go on a little nature stroll with his camera before dinner was served at camp that night. Prompto had always been attuned to Noctis’ moods like that- that was why the blond sharp-shooter was Noctis’ best friend.

Noctis had been crushing on you since he’d first met you in the Crownsguard training area at the Citadel, where you were practicing your hand-to-hand combat. He admired your strength and effortless beauty, and he’d been overly curious about you ever since. He’d been over the moon when his father had announced that you would be tagging along with his personal Crownsguard, just in case weapons failed and the team needed some man-power to pummel enemies to the ground. However, Noctis made sure that he didn’t let on about his crush on you- he didn’t want things to get awkward within the group. Especially given that he was off on a trip to Altissia to marry Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.

But truth be told… Noctis really couldn’t take seeing you flirt with Ignis anymore. It tugged at his heart the wrong way. It hurt terribly.

“How are you so good at cooking, Iggy? Honestly, any girl would be lucky to have you as her husband!” Noctis watched you gush giddily as you moved to peer over Ignis’s shoulder at what he was making on the portable gas stove-top. The prince heard his advisor chuckle, clearly amused by your antics. Noctis’ gloved fist clenched above his knee as Ignis glanced over his shoulder at you with a twinkle in his intelligent green eyes.

“Come now, it’s nothing special- someone had to be able to cook to our prince’s tastes, after all.” Ignis quipped lightly, throwing Noctis a pointed look, only to meet gazes with Noctis and reign himself immediately at the clearly upset look on Noctis’ face. Ignis quickly whipped his head in your direction at the sight of Noctis’ apparent glare, and cleared his throat pointedly. “Now, y/n, if you don’t mind- I need to concentrate now. This recipe is quite difficult to concoct-”

“It’s soup, Ignis.” Noctis almost snorted with laughter at your deadpan statement. However, you were still standing much too close to Ignis for comfort. Noctis wanted you to move away from him- immediately.

Ignis seemed to have caught on to Noctis’ apparently interest in you, and shot you a stern look to send you away. “It’s a complex soup. Now go sit with Noct until dinner’s ready.” Ignis instructed, sounding like the mama bear he absolutely denied being.

Noctis watched as your lips turned down into a put-off frown, and immediately averted his gaze from your face to his lap, twiddling his thumbs as you shuffled your way over with a sigh. The raven prince felt your warm presence plop down right next to his leg, and he almost gasped out loud as you leaned your back against his shin.

“He’s such a stiff, honestly… does he ever let loose?” Noctis gulped at your question and made a non-committal sound in the back of his throat. In response, you tilted your head back and rested it on his knee, making Noctis’ heart rate increase significantly at the innocent gesture. “And you- you hardly every talk to me. I’m sorry I crashed your little bachelor party- slash- road trip. But King’s orders, you know?” Noctis listened to you speak, your voice taking on a softer tone that usual.

Sitting up straighter on his folding chair, Noctis shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind. I think it’s cool that you’re here. Fighting with your fists… and stuff…” Noctis trailed off, feeling a little juvenile about his comments. Flushing at the cheeks, Noctis turned his head away from yours and mentally berated himself for being incredibly awkward with you. Sure, he was incredibly jealous when you were flirting with the others, but the moment you approached him, he became awkward.

Noctis could have screamed at himself- he wasn’t even giving you an opening! All he could give you… was awkward.

While Noctis was wallowing in his self-pity, he didn’t notice the fond smile that formed on your lips as you mulled over the prince’s unsure words. Noctis barely noticed that you had shifted in your position at his shins until he felt your forearms folded across his knees, leaning on them gently as you stared up at him with amused eyes.

“And I think it’s cool that you can summon countless weapons out of subspace and call on literal Gods to smite all the baddies when we’re in a pickle. You’re really incredible, my prince-”

Noctis choked on air the moment he heard the words ‘my prince’ leave your lips. He really… liked the sound of that. Especially from you. The young prince could have sworn he heard Ignis and Gladio chuckling from the camp stove at his expense, but he ignored it as he took a deep breath and stared into your eyes.

“Um, y/n… I think you’re really cool-”

You smiled kindly up at Noctis, and he could hardly breathe. You were so pretty and perfect and… he wanted you to know that he selfishly wanted you all to himself. And so, that’s exactly what he resolved to do-

“You’ve said that already, Noct.” You grinned.

Noctis nodded, his blush growing darker agains this pale cheeks.

It was now or never.

“Yeah… um, about that: I’d really appreciate it if you could tone down the flirty stuff. With Iggy, that is. It makes me feel uncomfortable…” Noctis trailed off, feeling like an absolute moron. You stared up at him, eyes amused.

“But you don’t mind me laying the flirty stuff on you, right?” You smirked.

Noctis boldly looked you in the eyes, ignoring Gladio’s howls of laughter and Ignis’ chuckles- as well as the newly arrived Prompto’s gasps- as he nodded. A blush still covered his cheeks as he stared down at you with his expressive midnight blue eyes.

“Yeah. I guess.” Noctis said, bashfully turning his head away.

The sweet kiss he got on his cheek from you as a response to his cute jealousy had the prince’s heart beating impossibly fast. Noctis smiled despite his embarrassment- admitting to his jealously, even in a roundabout way, was definitely well worth it if it ended up in a sweet kiss from you.


A simple, low coast backpacking and S24O bike touring stove.  Given the simple nature, the low cost and the DIY philosophy that is very Ecotopian, I plan on building one for the S24O bike tours I plan on doing later this spring.  It also removes the dependency on packaged fuel sources that not only cost additional money, but are typically dependent on petroleum based fuel sources and since the Ecotopian region is blessed with an abundance of wood, finding small twigs, pine cones, etc to use as fuel in this stove makes both environmental and financial sense.


Solo Stove

We are continuing with featuring the best camping gear there is currently on the market and the product we are about to showcase is one of those simple yet life-saving ones. This is one of the lightest and most efficient outdoor stoves you’ll find around. Also, it is an environmentally friendly cooking device which incorporates secondary combustion for a much more efficient and cleaner burn compared to regular, compact stoves.


i’ve been there. i don’t talk about it, but i have, as a child and later on. and this is a how-to i just had to give a friend in a similar situation. this is intended for anyone who needs it, but is mostly targeted towards people who have a car!!! 0:

okay. so. first things first. grab a backpack. empty it out, clean it, and make sure that it fits comfortably on your shoulders. you will be carrying it. then you will do this list:

  • make however many skivvy rolls you need. one roll = one outfit. google how to make them, they are necessary for this tutorial to continue.
  • tuck any brushes, tampons, pads, toothbrushes, toothpastes, combs, etc in the roll just before you do up the final bit. this way, it saves space. cutlery can also go in, tuck forks into spoons, and knives go on top of the forks. 
  • get a ziploc (or similar) bag. any toiletry that did not fit in the rolls goes in there. compress it down, take all of the air out of it, you don’t need it taking up too much room. put it flat on the bottom. 
  • get a ziploc (or similar) bag. each person doing this, gets one. dump your prescriptions (or non-prescriptions like advil, tylenol, etc) into it. no use carrying around a bunch of bottles when it can be one thing. do as above, put it beside or layered on top of the ziploc, flat on the bottom.
  • put the skivvy rolls on top. don’t be afraid to pack it in.
  • take the harddrives out of any desktop computers you cannot take with you, and slide them BETWEEN the skivvy rolls. google how to take them out.
  • find all of your jewellery. wear it. i don’t care how valuable it is, you’re not going to haul an entire box of it with you. wear the rings, the necklaces, the earrings, the bracelets… etc. you get the point!!! layer it up! who cares!
  • any extra keys, go on the necklace chains. 
  • find your personal coat with the most pockets. if it’s summer, make sure it ties comfortably around your waist. this will be something you also wear.
  • grab some hair ties or rubber bands (hair ties makes this tip better because you will have them!) and tie up any cords or chargers you may need that way, so they take up the least amount of space without coming apart in your pockets. 
  • documents, passport, etc, all go in the bag, wherever it may fit, NOT in an outside pocket. wallet goes INSIDE the coat. phone goes INSIDE the coat.
  • line your wallet with any identification and cash you may have, but, keep ¼ or so of it inside the lining of a pad, or, alternatively, in a skivvy roll, a random one. this is in case of petty theft.
  • line your pockets with anything else you may need, such as car keys, a document with phone numbers written down, etc.
  • pick a hardcover book, one that isn’t too heavy, but is large enough for the next step. 
  • take your photos out of their frames or albums. open the book, and on each page slide a different photograph in.
  • do the same with any bills, documents, or anything that may get ruined by being loose inside of the bag.
  • slide the book in on the part of the bag that is right up against your back, so it offers you support. 
  • any laptops can be slid in a similar fashion. chargers should follow the hair tie rule. 

now find a bag, such as a reuseable shopping bag. this is what you will pack, if at all possible:

  • pet items such as dog food, cat food, etc, in a ziploc bag. as much as you can. they can wear their collar(s) or harness(es), as well as their leash(es).
  • peanut butter, as much of it as possible
  • crackers, in the sleeves, not the boxes.
  • soup in cans is very heavy. condensed soup in packets is much easier.
  • packaged oatmeal, such as quaker oats.
  • coffee/tea, in sealed airtight plastic bags.
  • canned tuna. it’s a miracle.
  • dry noodles in bags
  • anything that will last for-fucking-ever.

and for any infants/minors with you:

  • if you have an infant, and do their skivvy rolls in a separate bag. their toys, pacifier, etc can stay with them, clip the pacifier to them if possible. 
  • any baby items such as formula can stay in their tin. they will spoil otherwise. in their bottles you can store water, if need be, for the meantime.
  • sippy cups get filled with water or needed drinks for toddlers
  • each child gets to take their favourite stuffed animal, toy, etc, as long as it isn’t big. it won’t take up THAT much room. if they have any school things they must have, tell them to leave them in their desks or lockers at school if possible

what to do before you leave:

  • grab anything that is of personal/emotional value. take it with you, but if it’s going to slow you down, give it to someone for safekeeping
  • any computers, televisions, etc you cannot take, can be stored somewhere, or, given to someone you know. selling them may not work in the time you have left and you may not be able to get another one quickly. easier to store it someplace for safekeeping.
  • fill up the laptops, tablets, phones, etc with media. you will be BORED and now is the time to ask that friend for their netflix password, or download movies, music, shows, make a list on the computer of things to watch
  • download as many apps as possible to help you out
  • write down and enter into your phones numbers of importance and locations to meet up at if things go wrong
  • make a codeword that is something you say if you are in trouble via text or phone call
  • bookmark survivalist sites, and any help agencies you can
  • make a bunch of fire tins if you can. 

now. for what you will wear:

  • dress comfortably. t-shirt, jeans or shorts (depending on the season), nothing fussy, but make sure that you are of a temperature that won’t make you sweat or freeze to death.
  • socks are important. wear comfortable shoes, something you like walking in that offers support. dress as much like you’re going to be walking a lot, because you will be. fashion is not as important as your life.
  • zip up the backpack. put it on. use ALL of the straps available to you. everyone gets their own bag. you can take it off in the car.

and in the car goes this:

  • blankets and towels get laid on the seats as if they are covering them. you can do this with more than one. fold them so the seatbelt parts are still left exposed.
  • washcloths can be rolled into your backpack or tucked into any car pockets
  • sleeping rolls should be rolled up and secured in the back of the car.
  • any larger baby items such as the carrier. your baby may have to sleep in this. i’m sorry. but make it as comfortable as possible.
  • water bottles/containers. fill them up and use the cupholders
  • pillows go on everyone’s laps. bags go between the legs. it’s not very comfortable but it is once you have a pillow to lean on!
  • any bikes you own, strap to the car with bungee cord or rope, they will be your transportation
  • ANY CAMPING EQUIPMENT YOU CAN GET YOUR HANDS ON!!!! a tent, a camp stove, firestarters, anything. 
  • layer your pots so that the biggest one holds another, and another, and keep going. bring any cooking stuff you can. you’ll need it.
  • strollers get flattened and you put everything on top in the back.

what to spend your money on (dollar store edition):

  • a lighter, two or three if they’re the really cheap kinds
  • tealights can boil water.
  • paper plates and bowls. do not buy plastic cutlery you will get really fucking angry at it just pack your own
  • a charger adapter that works with your car for each electronic device
  • twine/rope/etc
  • camping equipment that you do not have
  • plastic clothespins if you do not have any
  • any toiletries

things you can score for free and thus should not worry about:

  • peanut butter and jam packets (store in glovebox)
  • straws
  • salt/pepper packets 
  • sugar packets (store in glovebox)
  • ketchup/sauce packets 
  • napkins (store in glovebox)
  • wifi (mcdonalds and libraries and some campgrounds have it)
  • showers and toilets (campgrounds will supply it)

what to do now:

  • find a place to camp that is cheap and/or free. i find trailer parks to have a few of these campsites for the cheapest, or provincial/state parks!! hole up there for as long as possible. make sure there is wifi for obvious reasons
  • make an adventure of it. pretend you’re at the end of the world, that you’re stranded, that you’re on a TV show, anything to pass the time. keep the atmosphere lighthearted.
  • spend your daylight hours going to work/school, and come back to the site. anyone who is not working, or who cannot do that, should be using the wifi to look for housing, using the phones to call around
  • don’t despair. contact any help agencies you can. try to frame it as best as possible for the risk of any minors being taken by social services and the like.
  • entertain yourself with the books, movies, etc on your laptop/tablet/phone.
  • try, whenever possible, to get out of the area and use the free services such as libraries, parks, playgrounds, etc that are available to you. you don’t have to sit around all day, you can go out and have fun. bikes are better, as it saves you fuel.
  • wash your clothing but don’t use the dryers. instead dry it at your campsite yourself using some twine and clothespins
  • it’s not a bad thing to eat from the dollar menu if you have to. 
  • keep watching survivalist videos and picking up tips. there are many useful ones such as dakota fire pits that i did not know when this was happening to me.

i hope that this helped you guys learn how to survive <3

Go to school, take extracurriculars. Go to college, get decent grades. Get an office job. It pays alright. It’s fine. Try dating. It’s fine. Spend weekends watching tv or finishing your workload. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. It's— “Fuck it,” Bokuto and Kuroo decide one day. “Fuck it all”. They fish around. They start saving up. They find a big old house in the north country, dilapidated and cheap, on a drive to nowhere, and save up. Save up.

They quit their jobs and leave the city. They take out a loan and start fixing the house up. They’ll turn it into a bed & breakfast, they think. They get to know the locals. About a mile down the road lives a farmer, a youngish man named Ushijima. He knows some people and recommends them. They help with the plumbing. And the wiring. And the carpentry. And everything that this great lumbering beast of a house needs. Bokuto and Kuroo camp in the living room while the rest of the house is made habitable, using an actual tent against any leaks, and use a portable camping stove for the first few days before the gas and oven are working. “This is crazy,” they think laughingly, as they grill hot dogs and marshmallows over their dinky little stove, mocking themselves and this ridiculous idea of theirs.

They meet a guy in town named Terushima. He’s from the city too, like them (and his style of fashion certainly shows it, with his bleached hair, undercut, and tongue piercing), but he’s lived out here in the boondocks for the past five years. He teaches snowboarding and skiing to tourists at a lodge, up in the nearby, looming mountains, in the wintertime, having taken a lifelong passion and made a job out of it. He’s a little uncouth, but easy-going and has a good sense of humor, and they become quick friends. They tell him they’re opening a bed and breakfast. He laughs; he says he wouldn’t have pegged them for the type, they reply they didn’t either. He’s intrigued, and seems to nearly whoop with excitement when they invite him to come around once they’re open, and thanks them with vigor.

They post flyers around town and take an ad out in the paper to recruit employees. They chat up the local librarians hoping to get to know the town better, as well as maybe get the word out if it wouldn’t be too much trouble? The librarians tell them soliciting is frowned upon but they do have some brochure maps for the town if they’re interested, and then ask them to move out of the way for the people behind them in line. They don’t expect much, but when they’re in again a week later, one librarian, a calm, authoritative yet kindly woman in her fifties, tells them they have a potential candidate if they’d like to meet with her? They agree, and she leaves them and comes back a minute later with a small young woman who nervously, timidly introduces herself as Yachi Hitoka. She volunteers at the library after school but would like to try working as a maid, or a server, or whatever they need, and they tell her with a smile they’ll keep her in mind. The librarian tells them knowingly before they leave, after Yachi has gone back to work, that despite her timidity she’s a hard worker, and very good at what she does, and they’d honestly be lucky to have her as an employee. “We understand,” they say politely, and thank her.

They don’t have enough money to fix up the house, they realize, or at least not all of it. They make the painful decision to make sure everything needed is done for structural integrity, and then to leave several of the rooms untouched cosmetically. They’ll only have a handful of rooms for guests, but with hope and luck they’ll have the rest of the house fixed up with revenue within a year or two. On the bright side, the limit for capacity prevents them from taking on more customers than they might be able to handle; it’ll almost be like a trial period for them, a training run, and they’ll get sorely-needed practice in.

They hire Yachi. They open in time, and they get customers, though not many. Bokuto takes a day job at a restaurant to help pay the bills, and Kuroo translates some English literature into Japanese and vice versa for hire in his nights. Bokuto, the better cook, should be the one cooking for the guests, but he’s the only one who’d been able to find a job among the limited options the town holds for them, so he helps Kuroo improve his own culinary ability in the mornings and evenings before and after his shifts. “God bless his endless energy,” Kuroo thinks, his heart brimming with love as the other explains the finer points of a more complicated recipe.

Their first winter in the town they head up, at Terushima’s invitation, to the lodge he works at, and get to see him in action. He’s wearing a sleek winter sport suit that looks expensive as hell, and he swaggers a little as he moves around, until they get his attention, and then he comes bounding up to them, almost a bit like an excited dog, with a whoop and a holler. He shows them around the lodge and buys them lunch on his break, and then insists to try teaching them how to snowboard, or ski, their choice. Bokuto chooses snowboarding, Kuroo skiing (Terushima seems put out at that, and Kuroo supposes with amusement he chose wrongly), and Terushima does his best to teach them the basics. His efforts fruitless after one hour, he goes back to teach his afternoon class, and they decide to loiter and watch him teach. He’s calmer than they expected from a rebel punk, and more authoritative, and he’s surprisingly good with the children in the group.

They put out ads every once in a while, and they slowly build up local knowledge of their existence. They work hard, and it’s slow going, but eventually they get more customers. They finally manage to fix up the last few rooms, and their capacity expands. Yachi is a hardworking little champion, and in the evenings, on the days she can stay late, Kuroo helps tutor her in preparation for her entrance exams (she’s brilliant, clever, and innovative, and Kuroo laughs at the idea of her getting anything less than a scholarship to even a good school, but her mother is overbearing and Hitoka, sweet, and likely anxious even by nature, is riddled with insecurity, so Kuroo is happy to help assuage her fears any way he can). Bokuto sometimes sits in while they study and watches, leaning in, and his frequent gasps and exclamations of incredulity and praise earn laughs and blushes from her, and snickers, eye-rolls, and rebuttals of “Shut up, go do something useful” from Kuroo as he shoves him away by the face.

They’re studying one night when Yachi thanks Kuroo again for his help.
“What’s this?” he asks, gasping in an exaggerated manner. “I told you to stop thanking me.” The first thirty times were more than enough, and he’s told her so.
“I know,” she says, “It’s just that—”
“What?” he asks, goading.
She pauses, working up her courage. “I think you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met,” Yachi says.
“Well,” he replies, regrowing his grin once his shock’s worn off, “that’s flattering, because you are definitely the smartest person I’ve ever met.” He manages to reply with his usual lazy smirk and drawl, but, unused to being complimented so straightforwardly,  he can’t quite help the blush spreading slightly across his cheeks.
Yachi, for her part, combusts and stammers out Thank Yous and Oh Noes with a crimson face, too shocked to notice how touched her tutor is. Kuroo waits for her to calm down, and then they continue as if nothing happened.

All the while, Kuroo and Bokuto are forced to examine their feelings, which slowly, imperceptibly, have been changing over time. “When did this start?” They ask themselves, ask each other, but neither has the answer; maybe when they hatched this scheme, probably long beforehand. Maybe in high school, even, when they were young and things were simple enough to categorize as deep friendship. Maybe there wasn’t a single point where they crossed the line; there couldn’t have been, they’re sure, with how gradual it all happened. How natural it feels, they realize. They start having a talk one quiet night, but neither can finish it, and words die on their lips as they go back to watching tv. It takes a few days to find the courage to finish.

It’s three years (well, three years and five and a half months, but who’s counting) after it first opened that all the invited guests gather on the house’s front lawn. Officially it’s an engagement-cum-life pledge celebration, and legalized gay marriage is still years away for Japan, but they all know what it’s supposed to be. Yachi’s there, along with the greying librarian her mentor; Terushima is there, filming the reception with a very expensive-looking video camera and a wide, ecstatic grin (when he’s not looking impish and smug, claiming he saw them coming years beforehand); Ushijima too, who, earthen and straightforward but believing in a take-life-as-it-comes philosophy, had become good friends with them and had never bat an eye (surprising them) when they themselves had become something more; along with the many other friends they’ve made in the town, including even a few former guests.

Ladynoir July Day 21: Trusting

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Adrien could have kicked himself for not putting two and two together sooner. He blamed it on the summer photoshoot schedule his dad and Nathalie had put together for him. His vacation from school had focused on two things: work and… well, being Chat Noir was work, too, a lot of the time. Any spare moment had been spent at the Cattery with Ladybug, or in related errands: picking up dinner for the two of them, finding a small dorm fridge so she could keep cold drinks, searching out a second-hand camp stove so she could cook a little.

The girl really was miraculous, he thought, remembering when she requested eggs and then managed to bake a delicious dessert for the two of them in her dutch oven, right there on an open flame. Adrien shook his head. Don’t get distracted. You’re angry, remember?

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anonymous asked:

How would the chocobros react to a pyrophobic person in the party?

Ah, interesting ask- let’s seeeee :D (Also, just in case anyone doesn’t know, or is having one of ‘those’ days like me, pyrophobia is an irrational fear of fire- possibly dating back to man’s discovery of fire waaaay back when!). Note: Ignis’ drabble ended up being in his POV because I thought that would create more variety in the responses- plus I like the idea of having a rather hawt, yet friendly friend like Iggy okay? xD

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Noctis: Noctis would kind of just take the situation for what it is. You’re pyrophobic? He refrains from using fire around you. It’s as simple as that. He may be aloof and he might look like he really doesn’t care about what’s going on around him, but he’s actually much attuned to his party members’ comforts and discomforts. Especially yours, given that he doesn’t really know too much about you. As such, ever since you joined the party, Noctis would adamantly insist that the chocobros stay at motels and caravans and anywhere basically that has a source of light that isn’t fire. During the times where you and the boys have absolutely no choice but to camp out under the stars, Noctis is the one who keeps you distracted with his “Prince of Derp” act, so that you’re too busy laughing to actually be freaking out about the roaring fire in the middle of your camping gear. Prompto says that Noctis does all of this because he might like you a little more than just ‘as a friend’- but when you try to ask Noctis about his potential feelings towards you, he merely flushes a slight pink before threatening to use fire on you. Invasive questions forgotten, you to Gladio and hide behind him- both from Noctis and the red hot flames threatening to engulf you into its fiery depths.

Prompto: Out of all the Chocobros, Prompto would be the most sympathetic to your irrational fear of fire. Prompto’s afraid of a lot of things- closed spaces, thunder, lightning, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, being left by himself, rejection- you name it! And so, when you divulge your fear of fire to Prompto one night after he finds you huddled in the corner of the tent, shivering to yourself, Prompto simply gathers you into his warm and safe arms. He rocks you back and forth and talks to you about all how his stupid irrational fears, even going as far as telling you some funny little stories about how his so-called-phobias got him stuck in terrifyingly-hilarious situations. Your favourite story is about the time Prompto had snuck into Noctis’ room in the Citadel because Noctis didn’t want to go back himself in the middle of the night to get his spare game console controller from his room. Noctis and Prompto had planned a gaming marathon and Noctis had accidentally stepped on Prompto’s controller on the way to getting the popcorn Ignis had pre-prepared for the boys before he left the apartment for the night. And so, apparently Prompto had to lock himself into Noctis’ small, dark broom closet (what kind of teenager had their own broom closet?!), and he ended up being found by none other than King Regis, because the blond had been screaming loudly, having had been terribly scared and freaking out, by 2 am in the morning. Hearing Prompto’s silly stories, whether they were made up or not, made you forget your silly fears and you absolutely adored Prompto for being such a supportive and sweet friend.

Gladio: Gladio found out about your fear of fire when you and the Chocobros were facing a rather crazed trio of iron giants in the middle of the night. Noctis had called for Ignis to enhance all equipped weapons with the element the iron giants were all relatively weak to, and unfortunately for you, Ignis decided that fire was the element of choice in that particular case. When you saw the warm elemental power racing towards you, your eyes opened wide in fear and you let out a blood curdling scream before ducking from the enhancement. The boys had all momentarily stopped in the midst of battle and turned to you in shock as you stood in the middle of the roaring daemons, absolutely terrified. Gladio had been the one who had literally thrown you out of the fray before joining the others to finish the daemons off. You were still shaking when he came back, a stern glare in his usually warm amber eyes.

“Are you serious? You’re afraid of fire?! And you didn’t even bother to tell us?” Gladio roared at you. Prompto had flinched at the roughness in Gladio’s voice and you couldn’t hold your tremors in any longer. You wailed- and it was freaking embarrassing- but you couldn’t help it. You were scared and shocked and Gladio was just making everything worse for you. You caught Ignis’ ram-rod straight stance slouch slightly at the sight of your distress, and you were almost sure that Ignis would be the one to comfort you- but then you felt large, heavy, but warm hands rest on your shoulders. You were pulled into a very warm chest, with your wet cheek pressed gently against bare skin and rock-hard pectoral muscles. “Ah, shit. Don’t cry… I was just worried. What if you’d gotten hurt or something? That would suck.” Gladio rumbled softly into your hair.

From then onwards, Ignis tried his best not to enhance your weapons with fire. Even when he absolutely had to, Gladio made sure he was in front of you and ready to take up the extra magical energy so he could pound into the daemons with extra vigour on your behalf.

Ignis: Ignis remembered the way you smirked uncomfortably when he introduced himself to you. Ignis Scientia. The fire of knowledge… or something along those lines at least. Ignis had been confused about your reaction to his introduction. He’d been rather self-conscious actually- was he really all that off-putting? Noctis had said that his personality was somewhat off-putting to those who didn’t know him. Ignis sighed quietly and fixed his glasses atop his nose so that they were in place in front of his deep green eyes. He didn’t have time to worry about your opinion of him- he had four hungry mouths to feed. And it was your turn to help him with ‘kitchen duty’- funny it was called kitchen duty. Ignis would hardly call the camp stove and folding table a ‘kitchen’. Oh well, you make do with what you have in your disposal…

“Y/n? Would you light the stove for me while I chop up these ingredients for the stew?” Ignis called out. He watched you fumble with your shoe laces on the ground before standing up and regarding him with a deer-in-the-headlights expression on your face.

“Huh? Why can’t I cute the veggies?”

Ignis sighed and shook his head at you. “Because you always either cut them too thick or thin- besides, lighting the stove is hardly taxing-”

“I’m scared!” Ignis heard you blurt out, your eyes darting here and there- anywhere but into his curious gaze.

“I beg your pardon, y/n…” Ignis trailed off, his perfectly groomed eyebrows raised. You shook your head and gulped, taking a step towards Ignis.

“I’m scared… of fire. I’m pyrophobic.” Ignis opened his mouth to speak, looking confused before he shut his mouth in sudden realisation.

Oh, that’s what… explains their reaction to my name…

Ignis shook his head and made his way towards you, grabbing your hand and gently placing the lighter in it. He led you towards the stove, and noticed how your hands shook in his gloved grasp. He let out another sigh, not of exasperation, but of sympathy, and helped you hold the lighter correctly. He heard you whimper.

“No… don’t make me!”

“Relax, I’m right here. You just,” Ignis pressed the igniter and you yelped loudly, drawing the attention of the other guys, and led your head towards the open stove top. With the gas running, he led both your hands towards the gas piece and you began sobbing in fear. Ignis held your hands tighter and the flame suddenly appeared on the stove. You screamed in absolute fear and rammed your back into Ignis’ solid warm chest, collapsing against him as you sobbed like an absolute baby. You were embarrassed, but you were also terrified. You could have been burned, you could have died, you could have passed out and fell into the flame… “Do that.” Ignis finished off, his voice close and comforting. You let out a muted scream through your shut mouth and squinted your eyes shut.

“I hate you.” You seethed at your fire-friendly friend. Ignis shook his head, a fond smile on his lips as he pulled you around and into his chest. You inhaled his comforting sense and punched him gently on his hard back before sniffing haphazardly into his chest. His hands soothed down your hair as he rocked you back and forth in his arms in an attempt to comfort you.

“I know. But you showed so much courage. You’re amazing, y/n. Simply amazing.”

Imagine Agent Florida dragging the other Freelancers on a camping trip
- Wyoming attempting to make tea over a tiny, really shitty camping stove, because he ran out of the stuff he was keeping in a flask within a few hours
- York’s failed attempts to get the disposable barbecue they brought to work
- Maine not fitting in any of the sleeping bags they brought, so he ends up just lying in the one-person tent with his feet sticking out the door
- Florida bringing a guitar and dragging everyone around a campfire to sing songs
- Wash finding a cat on the walk to the campsite and insisting on keeping it in his tent
- Carolina and Tex both attempting to sabotage the others’ tent by pulling out the pegs and cutting the ropes that hold them up. They both wake up to find their tents have collapsed on top of them
- North literally being the only one who knows properly how to put up a tent and he spends at least an hour walking around and trying to stop everyone from stabbing each other with the tent poles
- South and CT almost setting fire to everyone’s stuff when they thought it would be a good idea to pour the fuel for the camping stove onto the campfire

Bonus points if the ai are there too:

- Delta following York around while trying to inform him that no that is not how you turn on a barbecue Agent York please stop kicking it you need to use it
- Sigma having to remind Wash that he isn’t actually on fire, and that putting a stick with a marshmallow on it through him will not cause it to start toasting
- Everyone lying in their tents, and everything is quiet, until there’s a sudden statement of ‘knock knock’ from Gamma followed by a collective noise of anger from every single person’s tent
- Theta making a fireworks display by the campfire
- Omega threatening to fight every single bit of wildlife that they walk past