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.
Never mess with Vegeta"She's STILL on the phone? What the hell can you possibly talk about for so damn long" Vegeta had asked Trunks. Bulma had been on the phone with Chi Chi for a good two hours. They were constantly calling each other all the time and he could never understand how they never got tired of talking to one another. Really you can only talk with the same person for so long, at least that's how Vegeta saw it. 'It must be a woman thing, but then again Kakarott is the same way ' Vegeta dismissed what he was thinking of all together and started to look for something to eat.Never mess with Vegeta4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I don't know dad but since this is mom and Goten's mom, it doesn't really surprise me anymore. It must be a girl thing" Trunks said while following his father into the kitchen. To their surprise, Bulma had finished her conversation with Chi Chi already 'Wow. I think that's the shortest conversation she's ever had' thought Vegeta. He began to get worried though, she was walking toward the two saiyans with the widest grin o
Xion's PoemThirteen chairsXion's Poem5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Black coats are worn
This is where Number XIV was born
Alone and silent
Things could be worse
Number XIII noticed her first
Salty yet sweet
First one she had
She realized they weren't all that bad
Warm summer sunsets
Three friends together
Xion knew it couldn't last forever
Not real at all
Look at his leer
XIV starts to realize her fear
Reprogrammed by I
Now on the clock tower
Xion uses all of XIII's power
A fall, defeat
Salt tears run
No more days underneath the sun
Roxas, not ready!
Fight Xemnas never.
Even though he'll forget forever
Dark storm clouds
We all know who Xion misses
Xion's Other PromiseXion's Other Promise6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't remember it anymore.
Something important to me.
The river of memories clotted,
Memories connected together -
If any should leak out of his protective sleep,
What havoc would it cause? Would it injure anyone's heart?
Would it confuse anyone?
Make her cry?
A crushing sadness for a heart I do not have -
My heart that's missing still feels like it's breaking.
I only want to stay together,
With the two of you, who mean so much to me.
You want me to return back with you,
To everyone else in Organization XIII.
They search for your hearts, not knowing where they are exactly
But only knowing fully this overwhelming sense of yearning, longing,
To find them and be whole.
But I look out into the distance, past the crashing waves along the shore,
Towards the setting sun on the horizon of a bleeding sky.
I hear a boy's name and speak of it from my lips, and when I close my eyes I see
A girl with a face like mine, with eyes like mine, with hair the same as mine.
Split Personality : Chapter 1Split Personality : Chapter 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Xephos, Honeydew and Knight Peculiar were walking through the desert, longing for a breath of moist air. They trudged on, the sun beating down onto them, the desert was dry and felt as if it sucked moisture with every step the three took.
As they continued, light started to slowly fade, this startled Knight Peculiar, him being focused on navigating himself and the chosen two through the desert.
"We should stop here today, and rest up for more journeying through this accursed desert." said Knight Peculiar.
Xephos and Honeydew moaned back in submission, seeming that the two were also tired, but much more than Peculiar himself. Because Peculiar noticed this, he alone started to build a simple, small but suitable shelter for themselves for that night out of cobblestone and some wood. He also set up some beds, yet as the two stumbled in with a miniscule amount of energy left, noticing the beds they collapsed onto them, immediately falling into a sleep.
"Heh, though you two are heroes fabled
ShadAmy Parody“SONIC!”ShadAmy Parody9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The excited yell of Amy Rose echoed through the air, and could probably be heard from all over the world. It was just as was suspected. Amy bounded out of nowhere and latched herself onto an unsuspecting Sonic the Hedgehog, who went from laidback to extremely angry in the space of a second.
“GET OFF OF ME!” he screamed in anger, without thinking. Yet again, Sonic was famed for his stupidity.
Amy let go of him, her eyes welling up with tears, “B-but Sonic…”
“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?” he shouted loudly, his eyes almost popping out of his eye sockets. Nobody, not even himself, cared about how out-of-character he appeared to be, “DO US ALL A FAVOUR! CURL UP AND DIE!”
At that, Sonic the Jerk ran off, leaving Amy to collapse on the pavement and cry to herself. Typically, the weather decided to rain, and Amy sobbed harder and harder. Her dress was getting dirty. It was strange; whenever Sonic had turne
FrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 1I'm So LonelyFrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warning: Foul language
Arthur Kirkland was lonely. Maybe he was lonely because he hasn't been in a committed
relationship in over five years. Maybe he was lonely because no one liked him. Maybe he
was lonely because he was miserable.
But, to him, it didn't matter. It didn't matter what people thought about him anymore.
It didn't matter what he did anymore. It didn't matter what he did or what he said.
To him, loneliness was a gift. Loneliness granted him acceptance of betrayal, seeing as he
was used to it. Loneliness allowed him to have quick shags without having to deal with his
And even in his beat up, low-quality apartment, loneliness is what kept him sane. Among
all the piles of torn and filthy clothes and the piles of CD's and the stacks of record
tracks, he found comfort. The comfort of his privacy. The comfort of his Fender guitar that
The Process of Making .:Hussie the Troll God:.[5:26:56 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: HUSSIE IS MASTER TROLLThe Process of Making .:Hussie the Troll God:.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
[5:27:04 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: ... HIS IMPERIOUS CONDESENSION
[5:27:09 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT
[5:27:11 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: ITS HUSSIE
[5:28:11 PM] LadyNight95: *to the tune of frosty the snowman*
[5:28:17 PM] LadyNight95: HUSSIE, THE TROLL GOD
[5:28:32 PM] LadyNight95: WAS A JOLLY JACKASS SOUL
[5:28:42 PM] LadyNight95: (help me out)
[5:28:50 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: (uuhhh)
[5:29:02 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: WITH A STOLEN BROOM
[5:29:26 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: (and idk what else FUCK)
[5:29:48 PM] LadyNight95: AND SOME FAKE-ASS HORNS
[5:29:55 PM] ѕтαяѕ мιχ: (THERE WE GO)
[5:29:59 PM] LadyNight95: AND A BEAR HUNG
Writing Tips -1Writing TipsWriting Tips -14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so writing. Something you are interested in? Well,
lets get to grips with just some of the basics of great writing. These tips
will transform your attitude from "How can I fill this page?" into "How can
I fill this page with good quality writing?"
Part One: Initial Idea
Why is it that finding an idea can be so hard?
Why does everyone else have the power to come up with amazing ideas, and what
are you left with? Nothing... Well, to you, that may be what it seems
like, but I'm sure if you dig deep enough, you don't really lack in
ideas, you just have a hard time bringing them to the surface. Here
are some ways to bring out that buried inspiration:
Base some ideas on real life events
Its probably the easiest way to write, you may have experienced what you are
writing about, this helps the mind describe the situation, it also makes it
sound much more realistic.
Use inspiration from other pieces of writing
I Hate DatingI Hate Dating4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate dating.
I hate the smothering selfishness and the overbearing immaturity.
I hate the demands and expectations that are heaped on me as a girlfriend.
I hate the pressure that's dumped on me because he's too socially retarded and over-stimulated to understand the concept of getting to know each other BEFORE dating.
I hate being rushed into something that can't be rushed, then made to suffer for my decision to control myself.
I hate the entitlement mentality.
I hate that men think they have a right to my body, my mind, and my emotions.
I hate the unnecessary pressure to be someone I'm not.
I hate the idea of having to dumb myself down or confine myself to satisfy someone's insecurities.
I hate sacrificing my happiness and peace of mind for someone I barely know.
I hate not being treated like I matter.
I hate being expected to look like a million bucks for someone who looks like a crap pile.
I hate not being seen as someone with a schedule, a job, goals, and dreams.
Vampires heartacheI awake in the night;Vampires heartache10 years ago in Open More Like This
I can no longer sleep.
I don't see myself in mirrors;
I see somebody else.
I am alone.
I am dead.
The red stripes on white flesh
Keep me somewhat Sane.
I stare at the ceiling;
It is as cold and dead as I am.
The pain burns within;
as my life slowly fades away.
Writing Tips: Never Assume It's FunnyThere's a very memorable scene in Roger Rabbit where the title character almost randomly breaks out of his handcuffs. When asked why he didn't do it sooner he says that he couldn't do it before because it wasn't funny before. Now Roger Rabbit is a great movie, but that one joke doesn't seem to have aged very well. Since 1989, cartoons have become a lot more story-driven, a lot more in depth, and generally less gag-based. Can you get away with breaking logic or continuity if a joke is funny? Yes. Can you get away with having an asshole in your show who is nothing but a sadist as long as he's funny? Yes. Should you ever, ever do it, especially if you're just getting started writing? Hell fucking no.Writing Tips: Never Assume It's Funny4 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Let's start with the very, very obvious: if the joke you assumed was funny broke continuity, placed a character out of character, or could destroy the story wasn't funny... then things fall apart. It sounds like common sense, but I can see why some people need to assume that things are funny.
RA: IntuitionRA: Intuition3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer
Intuition over Intention
Four dark figures with different colored goggles, one wearing a distinctive black and white jacket and another a military hat, marched along a wide street between city buildings, passing piles of rubbish, debris and broken glass.
It was another bitter cold and cloudy day in the wastelands. The sky glared a bright gray tone above the charcoal land, interrupted by single dark clouds every now and then. Countless broken skyscrapers and towers loomed out of the city below, covered in a soft mantle of clouds.
The Captain had brought his people his minions, as he liked to call them to a ruined market place to show them something he'd found.
"Behold, my minions, zee absolutely holy and original, unique, wonderful statue of eternal awesomeness!" he declared in front of his
Birthday With CthulhuIt came in the deepest stirrings of my subconscious, a kind of shudder in the recesses of my soul. In a dreamlike state I slept and walked along those dripping, greenish soap-stone monoliths as old as time, dread waking in the pit of my flesh. A voice, eons old trembled in the depths, waking the stars and galaxy dust from their slumber as the heavens shook and sunlight fell away into darkness. He was calling me.Birthday With Cthulhu3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mad seas rolled in strange lullabies, and mourning-cloak moths flew with hollow eyes towards the moon. I was a helpless puppet at his beckoning, stumbling in a dream towards the terrible eyes, the cruel mouth, the wicked, monstrous head that spoke of strange beings that the dead wept over. Alien things from another world that the earth cloaked to herself like a terrible secret best left forgotten or abandoned to the utterings of mad men.
The ether held its breath, and supernovas swallowed themselves into black holes. The creature lifted a great, swollen hand from the oceani
EPIC LIST OF HETALIA DOUJINSHIEPIC LIST OF HETALIA DOUJINSHI3 years ago in Settings More Like This
WARNING: YAOI. Lots of it. Most is just fluffy cuteness, some is quite explicit. I warn you.
Pirate's Chronicles (USUK)
(England Japan) Insolent Peridot R18
Gap Moe (Bad Touch Trio)
Koori no Kuni ni Shinzou wo Torareta Hito (SuFin)
Gamers syndrome (USUK doujinshi)
igirisu usage to chiisa na otouto
(America x Canada)
How Kat got into that maid dress (PG Version)`It was a bright sunny day in the house, and not a creature did stir, except for a certain neko girl, her purpose was...clerr? (How Kat got into that maid dress (PG Version)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.Inspector Wolf10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
Murder your Maker Fanfic Cap1Muy bien, al fin, tengo completamente listo el capítulo 1 del fanfic de Prototype 2, un juego que no saldrá sino hasta el año 2012, asi que tengo todo el tiempo... Bueno, en realidad, ya solo poco más de medio año... Bueno, la cosa es que este fan fic se centra más en el protagonista de el primer juego y su hermana, bueno, los personajes principales, y unos que otros OCs, de todas formas, Pr2 se tratará de James HellerMurder your Maker Fanfic Cap14 years ago in Settings More Like This
PROTOTYPE 2: Murder your maker® es propiedad de Activision© y RadicalEntertainment©
Capítulo 1 Pruebas.
Hospital St. Paul, Isla de Manhattan
- Me pregunto si a Alex le agradaran los resultados de la prueba que le hice a Dana dijo
el doctor con mucha inquietud.
- ¿Por qué no habrían de agradarme, doc?
NaNoWirMo 2010: Chapter 1Charlie finally saw the thick green hedge which fenced her small cottage house in the rainforest city. This city wasn't technically a city as far as she could discern. The thick rainforest that surrounded the city was constantly suffocating the enclosed area with thick green vines that grew quickly and vastly over the ancient structures and the occasionally exotic plant that sprung up in the cracks between the human structures. Despite the surface of untidiness was a calming sense of order. The trees grew only close enough the city so that a living ceiling of branches and leaves interconnected and left spaces through which bright, contrasting yellow sunlight or mellow blue moonlight could filter through and bath the city. Wild flowers, orchids and shrubs crowded around the bases of buildings or sprouted from hidden nooks where the soil had slowly built natural pots. Unlike many the other cities found throughout the regions, this one always provided a constant damped effect that allowedNaNoWirMo 2010: Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ClaustrophobiaClaustrophobiaClaustrophobia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little Wally Wentworth was a fairly normal happy little boy. He collected monster cards, he played with action figures, he had a dog and a backyard, and a loving family. Well, almost loving family. His big sister, Amanda, was a nightmare made flesh, and there was oh so very much flesh. Even at the young age of 15 she was easily three times his weight, her stumpy bulbous legs creaked the floors wherever she walked, her fashionable 'hawt ass' pants stretched to the limit and her designer cardigans could have been used to swaddle baby elephants. And she knew that tiny, timid little Wally was terrified of her and relished every second of making his peaceful life misery.
Only yesterday she had declared him offensive for bringing a action figure in the car with the family on the way to the park, and when they had gotten home she chased him down, put him in the dark, cramped closet... and sat on his head with her enormous backside. Wally had screamed and suffocated, like he did