How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
Self Portrait(trigger warning)Self Portrait4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scribbled out my face,
scratched horrible red lines into me
They say that beauty is skin deep
and its whats inside that counts.
I say I want to see.
I could rest the knife on my cheek,
before I curl it,
and make the cut.
I could peel back the skin
to see whats beneath;
but I suspect I am ugly underneath too.
No Other WayYou were never here to see meNo Other Way3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but petrified decay floating
on waters of a life not seen enough days.
A life within a life, I believe will soon end.
It is not good enough to want to love.
You are not a far cry from your mothers nest
and it is not good enough to want to be sorry.
In the life of the lovers doomed to fail,
I see no other way out but to hate
but in the life of lovers scared of pain,
I see no other way.
Shadow of the DayAs the sun sets I turn both locks beneath the window and draw the blinds against the coming darkness. It has always been a tradition among out people to shut the windows as night falls on a sick persons room so their spirit can not escape as they sleep. I do not know why I suddenly think of that now; customs I have not believed in for many years. I suppose the desperate are prepared to try anything.Shadow of the Day7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turn back to your sleeping form, my lips automatically moving to form prayers I thought I had forgotten. You look so peaceful, so calm, the steady beating of your heart echoed on that ominous monitor like a time bomb, waiting to explode. I walk over and kneel beside the bed, rest my head against your chest to feel the shallow rise and fall of your breathing. The softest sigh escapes your open lips and for a moment I think you will open your eyes; but you do nothing except stir slightly in your drug-induced sleep. After a few minutes I raise my head and to look at you, forcing myself
Nekotalia!PrussiaxReader - WinterThe cold penetrated the thin coat of Prussicat. He had been walking on the snow for who knows how long, looking for Germouser to bring him home. Not to mention he had to find Itatabby and Japaneko. Their owners would be worried sick about them. As he trotted around looking for his littermate and his friends, he took the moment to see the wondrous winter around him.Nekotalia!PrussiaxReader - Winter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Kolkolkol..." Prussicat's fur stood on end, he recognized the chant too well. He turned sharply, seeing Russicat and the Balticat Trio. "Hello Prussicat." Russicat's voice was deceivingly innocent, frightening Prussicat.
"Guten abend Russicat. Guten abend Balticats." Prussicat said quietly, trying his hardest not to turn tail and flee.
"PRUSSICAT!" Came a roar from a familiar voice. Germouser jumped next to Prussicat. Itatabby and Japaneko came next, followed by a she-cat Prussicat did not recognize.
"Ah, hello Germouser. Hello Itatabby! Hello Japaneko!" Russicat hid his initial intention with a mask of innocence. Th
The World As We Know ItSuicide...The World As We Know It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
War, Hate, Death, Depression.
Fives words to describe the world,
Leaving out so many more.
I can write this about happiness,
How there is hope and joy,
That it is going to be all okay and good,
But when you look right to it, it isn't like that...
Let me sun it up for you:
We have the youngest of our people cutting,
Taking their owns lives and losing their innocence,
To put it sincerely.
We have children killing themselves,
Just because of a past love,
Or taunting at school...
They are torturing each other day after day...
We have stars today that shine dim
And rotate around money and power...
Where did all the compassion go?
The love, the happiness?
Do we even care that people take their lives every day,
Only to escape this living Hell?
I don't blame them...
And I am stuck here,
In the middle...
Trying to help,
::dew-borne::::dew-borne::4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Morning peeked through the branches and fog. A gentle glow crept across the stream as the last of its overflowing volume dove past rocks along its bed and around those that protruded above the surface. Besode it the green grass and leaves of bushes shuffled in a breeze. Stalks supporting blooming purple flowers swayed, their petals rustled, perhaps passing on gossip of the new arrival in the glade. On a branch nearby an owl watched the breathing form of a human from its perch.
The clouds had released her reluctantly on her descent with the last of the rain that connected the earth and sky. Still they clung to her in soft hair that lay around her head. Her skin had taken on the drying color of the earth beneath it, bronzed and lightened by her watery origin. There was a rumpled path between the plants, showing where she had rolled down the slope. Above her point of origin branches tilted, some broken, others just bent from breaking her fall.
She breathed involuntarily now, her chest nes
This is AnaDear Reader,This is Ana5 years ago in Letters More Like This
So, you want to be skinny? I don't blame you. You're the fattest human being I've ever seen. I honestly don't know why you let yourself live. I have a lot of work to do, so you'd better listen up and follow every single instruction I give you.
Food makes you fat. Calories are your natural enemy. Think you're hungry? Think again. You want to put something in that tummy of yours? Not while I'm here. Eating is for people with no self-control. You're better than that, I hope. What defines us as people? Will power. Show some. Put down that fork. Do you really need to eat dinner? You can pass on breakfast and lunch, too. Look in the mirror. What do you see? Fat. It's everywhere, spreading over your body like a disease. Why on earth would you need food when you have so much of it under your skin? Gluttony is as much a sin as it is repulsive. Let's not embarrass ourselves.
You know your boyfr
SecretI've got a secret.Secret3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm not telling.
Why else would it be a secret?
You want to know?
Maybe, just maybe I'll tell you.
It hurts and the pain won't stop.
Why does it hurt?
He smiles at me like he doesn't hear.
He keeps his smile as if it pleases him.
I look around and see that I'm not the only one.
Why are we bound like criminals?
Caged like animals?
He doesn't answer and instead, grins like a fool.
Why is he so happy?
Is our misery a joke to him?
A laugh echoes from the chamber, as if on cue.
He releases us and cleans our cuts and bruises.
We walk out and the bright rays of the sun hit my eyes.
We are free.
My parents welcome me back.
They don't even notice the cuts on my face and the large bruise on my arm.
Knowing that they get to spend another day ignoring the 'problem', ignoring their child.
I laugh because I don't know what else to do.
I get to come back.
I've got a secret.
But I'm not telling.
After all, no one's g
Heartless BlossomsHeartless Blossoms:Heartless Blossoms4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The falling petals,
Like the bitterest of rains,
Leaves me looking lost...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th February 2012
OintmentDisclaimer: I don't own Mello, Matt, or anything related to Death Note. If I did *sniffle* what happened in *sniffle* chapter 99 *sniffle* wouldn't have happened. T_TOintment9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you awake?" I vaguely heard Matt ask from the doorway. All of my senses were numb--dulled out by the throbbing pain that had consumed part of my face, neck, and back.
Grunting, I slowly sat up. I'd spent the last several days on this cot recuperating from the explosion. My burns were pretty bad, but not life-threatening. Even if they had been, I wouldn't have gone to the hospital. That would've been the same as admitting defeat; the same as letting Kira-and Near-win. Something I cannot do.
Matt walked up to me holding a box labeled triple antibiotic ointment. He told me previously that he'd seen some at the drugstore when he was out for some cigarettes and planned to use it on my burns. I don't remember when that day was. I've pretty much lost all track of time.
"Give me your chocolate,"
010-Fingertip -MxM-I love the touch of his fingertips as they brush against my body.010-Fingertip -MxM-9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I love how they trace every inch of my bare chest.
His hand caressing my exposed stomach sends pleasurable shivers through my entire body.
"Huh?" I realize where I am as my eyes shoot open. I turn my head to see Mello crouching beside me as I lay on the couch.
"Took you long enough, you laze."
I sit up and gently rub my eyes awake, "Do you need something, Mello?"
"Not really. Just wanted to say good-bye," Mello replied soothingly.
My eyebrow arches as I stare at my partner confused, "You're leaving?"
"My god, Matt! We just went over this yesterday!" Mello bursts out.
Then I remember, "Oh yeah, that's right. Sorry about that." Mello was going out to try and fin more useful information about Kira while I…
"Get some sleep, Matt." Mello tells me as he stands up.
"Yeah, of course…wait…what!?!" That's not what I was supposed to do. Mello had distinctively ordered me to hack into the police h
In the BuffShinoKibaIn the Buff8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Fuck!" Kiba cursed as he covered his eyes and stumbled backwards out of the bathroom, "I'm so sorry Hinata!"
Kiba, Shino and Hinata had stopped at this old inn on their way back from a mission. Although they were all jonin, they were typically teamed together for these kind of missions because of their combined tracking skills. They had decided that Shino and Kiba would share one of the rooms and Hinata and Akumaru could have the other. This was the typical arrangement they had. Hinata could have the privacy that she needed, being a girl and Akumaru would keep her company. The only problem was that they all shared a bathroom, which had led to this current predicament.
As he stumbled out of the bathroom, a very naked, very angry, and very embarrassed Hyuuga heiress slammed the door shut behind him, what kind of inn doesn't have locks on their bathrooms?
"I would be pleased If my boyfriend wasn't dazed and drooling after seeing our female teammate nude" Shino stated
005-Black and White -MxM-"Black and white…black and white…What the hell did he mean by that!?!?" Mello yelled with unmistakable frustration and confusion.005-Black and White -MxM-9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
"You know, you and Matt are incredibly similar yet at the same time, so different. You two are a sparking resemblance of the phrase 'black and white'," Near commented earlier that day for no particular reason.
Mello stormed around the living room of Matt's apartment. Obviously, like always, Mello let himself in when Matt opened the door and like always, without a fuss, Matt allowed Mello to stomp his way through the front door.
"That damn Near! Always saying things I don't understand!" Mello yelled at the top of his lungs. The only reply Mello received was the faint noises of the PSP that Matt speedily tapped away at and his usual witty remarks, "And you had the chance to succeed L."
"Are you mocking me!?" Mello snapped at Matt.
click click … clickclickclick … clickclick … click … click click …
Mello growled as only the clicking of the PSP butt
KankKiba Loving Friendship -1For about six months now Kankuro Kudo has been on a mission/vacation thing for the Hidden Leaf Village. He didn't really know much people. Really the only people he knew (besides all the foolish adults he hated) were Naruto -because he was so damn annoying- and Hokage. Lee...well Gaara almost killed him and well....Gaara and him were secretly dating. No one knew but Kankuro because he walked in on them makingout...big time. Him and Gaara were half naked. It was a very strange sight. One that Kankuro didn't want to really see. And to make it even better Gaara is the Kazkage now. Dating a bushy brow Sand Village dube. Anyways!, next was Sasuke, he knew him as the emo boy of the village..and the betrayer. He didn't know much about him but he didn't like the kid. There was always something about him that rubbed Kankuro the wrong way. Next, Shino, he battled him once. And was also Kibas' friend. He was a silent person and never got along with people that much. That's whKankKiba Loving Friendship -18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Razor SlutIt started so many years ago.Razor Slut12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little problem that proceeded to grow,
How big it would get, no one could know.
But if they had, it could have helped so.
She grasped the blade, it touched her skin;
This is where the saga did begin.
She cut herself to remove her sin,
The evil poured out as the steel went in.
She soon realized that each cut brought release
It brought her harmony, brought her peace.
It was a welcome feeling, how could she cease?
The amount of cutting began to increase.
It was a vicious cycle of blood and pain
She'd cut one day, then try to abstain.
You can't understand, because it's hard to explain;
But if she didn't cut she'd become insane.
She kept on cutting she couldn't stop;
Once you've picked up a blade it's hard to drop.
She knew one day her veins would pop,
But all she ever wanted was to be on top.
So she kept on going, she cut more and more.
She felt her anguish melt each time her skin tore.
When she couldn't breathe and she hurt to the core,
It relieved her to s
WordsWords can hurt and heal.Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dyke, homo, faggot,
Are words that can hurt.
They can also end a life.
Simple phrases can do a lot.
Are you alright?
Can I help you?
I'll stand by you.
Can change a life.
Change a life today.
Think of the right thing to say.
Learning to FallA dark head of hair stuck out awkwardly from the blankets. He rolled over in his sleep and bumped into something. He rolled the other way and nearly fell off the bed. Unable to get comfortable he sat up and rubbed his eyes. The bed was completely full; the spot he had just been in was already being absorbed by other occupants of the bed.Learning to Fall8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shino looked on dully. He frowned and pulled the rest of the blanket to him. There was another draped over the body to his side. He leant over and lightly kissed a tan cheek before standing. The warmth suddenly missing Kiba snuggled in closer to Akamaru who took up half the bed. Shino wanted to be jealous, he wanted to be able to kick Akamaru out so he could get a full nights rest, but knew he couldnt come between them. He knew Kiba would side with Akamaru. He knew that. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, it was true, and Kiba confirming it, would only break him. So he kept quiet. Nothing would ever come between those best friends. H
I miss youI miss you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tonight she's cutting her hair, a little
I'm not there still I can tell
As I close my eyes, I hear
As I open arms, I feel
That black cloud screaming again
This fall sound making me insane
There's no sun to stop them, rain
Kiba's SuspicionKiba's suspicionKiba's Suspicion9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kiba can't stop thinking about his teamate. He goes to Kakashi for advice. ShinoKiba with mentions of KakaGai, NejiTen, NaruHina.
"Ummm…Kakashi-sensei, can I talk to you?"
The person in question looked up from his reading at the normally boisterous young ninja. 'When did he get all serious and timid?' "Kiba," he acknowledged, giving his accent for the teen to continue.
The boy just stood there staring at the Jonin who couldn't tell whether Kiba was deciding on the best way to phrase what he was going to say or contemplating the best escape route. Judging from the expression on his face, a little of both. Finally he spoke, "I think I'm gay."
Under normal circumstances he would assume the Inuzuka was joking, but the mixed aura of anxiety and relief that was radiating from the boy, told Kakashi that he was being serious, or a really good actor. Since Kiba generally lacks the patience for acting he assumed i
A kawaii UTAU fanficA kawaii UTAU fanfic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day Tri Seme was off to work briskily. He cried such an amazing laugh at the bus driver, since he was beautiful. The bus driver then picked up Tri from his poncho and stared him in the face. "No" he cried back at Tri and yelled how amazing Tri's scent was.
Afterwards, Miku was on the lefted and let out a huge sigh "why can't I be derpy like them?" but Tri would not answer or look at her hair. Nutella overheard Miku's loud sigh and told her to please calm her tits because Nutella was napping under a beautifully wonderful tree. Tri then left everyone and slid down stairs because he had nice gloves on. The gloves had nice powers but tri didn't know and he left them cooking in the stove.
Jei stuttered with great cries, "Tri you left the toilet open again you derp!!!" but Tri could not hear her. Tri could never hear her. Sadly, Jei laughed to Tri and knew he coul
And That's Wrong.You're fat.And That's Wrong.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe you're
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Addictive PersonalityADDICTIVE PERSONALITYAddictive Personality9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Three months after his fourteenth birthday, Mihael Keehl – known to himself and others as Mello – found himself with his face pressed against the red bricks of The Wammy's House's exterior, arms behind his back, with a very angry dorm mother peering down at him from above. Over the course of many years, Mello had made a careful mental checklist of all the activities he could indulge in which would either irritate or annoy Nancy Wallace. The list was comprised of such things as streaking tennis games – which his Former Friend who had utterly abandoned him had also protested over – pushing the older children out of second story windows, and putting balls of mud in the washing machine – intentionally.
It therefore didn't surprise him that smoking was also high on her list of no-no's.
"What am I going to do with you?" The older woman sighed, pressing her fingers into a pressure point on Mello's wrist, causing his small feminine fingers to release the coveted tr