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hleamii · 3 months
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This was my greatest triumph in my cursed food dice making phase. I made these about three ish years ago and posted them to Reddit at the time, but now that I'm back on Tumblr I wanted to share them again here! They're made out of UV resin for the sauce and polymer clay for the beans. ^^
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theygender · 1 month
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Started watching Dungeon Meshi and as a bitch who usually feels too overwhelmed to cook it's really inspiring. Decided to make ramen tonight after watching them make various soups and getting hungry, but when I went to get started I found out the pot was dirty. Usually I would've given up right there but I was like "if those guys can hunt monsters for their food then I'm sure I can manage hand-washing a pot." And then I did it
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taya-ki · 28 days
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She would tho
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norstrum-art · 6 months
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[Image description from alt: A colored digital halfbody drawing of Kanade Yoisaki from Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage. She is dressed in her first unit outfit, smiling as she looks at a long five-line staff with musical notes and notation on it that swirls about like a ribbon. The art is generally light blue with magenta accents. End image description.]
Kanade doodle ^_^
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minhosimthings · 5 months
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SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM MY GF SHES BITING MY CHEEKS
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divine-bloodlines · 9 months
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TFW Quattro calls you Mommy again
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morsartis · 7 months
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Nightwing x Civilian!Reader Part 2
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/714887181819346944/nightwing-x-civilianreader?source=share
Tag List: @lbshifter
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Your shoes thumped softly to the ground as you toed them off after a long day of work, a satisfied groan escaping you as you finally managed to get inside your apartment. It was much later than usual, but one of your coworkers had called in sick because they needed to look after their kid. Its not like you could fault them for wanting to put their kid first. Sighing as you set your shoes in the shoe rack you kept by the door you immediately made your way to the kitchen, absolutely starving after your particularly long shift. Rummaging around in your cabinets you settled on a package of instant noodles since you didn’t have energy for anything else. Grabbing a pot you filled it with water and tossed it on the stove to boil while you hunted down all the extra bits you liked to add to your noodles. Humming quietly you set them on the counter and waited by scrolling on your phone answering messages from your friends and the fifth apology your coworker had sent after having to have you cover her shift. 
‘I’m so sorry! It just happened out of the blue’
‘Dude its fine, its your kid. Hows the little guy holding up?’
‘Still has a high fever but he did finally managed to fall asleep after some cough syrup’
‘Good. Poor kid. Do I need to cover your shift tomorrow?’
‘Could you?! I’d hate to ask but’
‘Nah I get it. I gotchu dude’
‘Omg the best!’ 
She followed her message up with an almost obscene amount of heart emojis from gratitude that made you laugh. Tossing your noodles into the pot you set your phone aside for a moment to stir the pot. Distracted by the warm smell of noodles and lost in thought you didn’t hear your busted window slide open or the soft, muffled sound of light steps. You turned to grab some seasoning only to freeze. 
Standing in the entrance to your doorway Nightwing stared back with just as wide eyes behind his mask. 
“Why aren’t you asleep?” He questioned and you could feel the moment your brain misfired in shock. 
“What.” You uttered looking at him. Nightwing shifted nervously, glancing down at his hands and your eyes followed his to see your towel folded in his grip. 
Oh, that made sense. 
“Uh, I’m just going to leave this here then.” He chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head. He walked further into the kitchen and set the towel down on the counter, to your shock you realized he was a lot taller than you’d first thought he was. He gave a nervous smile. “So uh, returned your towel. Thanks for the shower and the bandages and stuff the other day.” 
“You’re… Welcome..?” You slowly drew out still trying to get your brain to function with the completely bizarre situation you found yourself in. His eyes flicked to something behind you.
“I think your noodles are boiling over.”
In an instant you whipped back around to see that your noodles had been boiling over for who knows how long.
“Shit!” You shouted immediately diving for the dial to turn the heat off and grabbing the pot. When you turned back around Nightwing was much closer than he was before nearly causing you to jump out of your skin. 
“Sorry, sorry, just wanted to make sure you didn’t burn yourself.” He spoke quickly when he noticed your surprise. He didn’t move back. 
Slowly turning back to the pot you grabbed your seasonings and extra bits to add to your noodles. Stirring in the ingredients you looked over at your bowls and went to grab one. Nightwing beat you to it, offering you the bowl with a crooked smile and a little raspy laugh. 
“You must have just gotten off work.” He observed. 
“Yeah, uh. Long shift.” You explained rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly as you filled your bowl with noodles. 
“I should, um, go.” He motioned back to the busted window he’d climbed in through and you nodded.
“Yeah, thanks for returning the towel…?” You trailed off uncertainly. 
“No problem. I wasn’t going to keep it hostage.” He laughed it off as he began backing away towards your window. “And don’t worry, I’ll be back to fix that too. I’m really sorry I busted your lock.”
“Its okay..?” You chuckled that same awkwardness hanging in the air. You watched as he ducked out the busted window and swung off into the night just as quietly as he came in before his words finally registered. 
“WHAT DOES HE MEAN HE'S COMING BACK?!” You shrieked, panicking. Oh god what if some supervillain saw him hanging around your apartment? What if a reporter saw him hanging around your apartment? You’d never know peace again. 
Screw the awkward encounter, what about your privacy?!
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cerastes · 10 months
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I’ve expressed how much fun I had in Japan plenty of times now, but one of the things I actively missed while I was over there was cheap fruit, I’m going fucking tyrannosaurus sex on these oranges and I don’t see myself stopping any time soon.
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shiominato · 10 days
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i like serph varuna’s beautiful doe eyes
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skiitter · 8 months
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The totally normal, neurotypical reaction of when you’re eating a food and you think about it too much and it’s now borderline nauseating but it’s too late to eat something else so you force yourself to finish the food because you have to eat. Yeah :)
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xruffel · 10 months
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Introducing: Peppina Ramen! CC: @ketrindarkdragon & ichiro51_banana
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Please check out this cool ass mod! Pardon my Italian. :3
Hmm, I wonder what sort of predicament will this silly but paranoid lady get into with her paranoid brother who is also equally silly?
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percentstardust · 5 months
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this is all i am going to talk about until summer 2024 sorry guys
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⫷. .L I M P B I Z K I T. .⫸
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werebutch · 7 months
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Come on tha deer post can’t be THAT funny . Anyways how are u guys. I’m currently laying on the floor in the dining room trying to listen for my snake (put down plastic bags along the wall so I hear) but um. I don’t hear anything. I’m worried about him:( but it is what it is.. all I can hope is that he comes out again when he’s hungry. He disappeared the day after I fed him so it’ll be a bit..
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cerebrafluids · 2 years
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subnautica au sundrop and moondrop?
You're speaking my language, hehe. Little one shot for the hell of it:
The ship had crashed hours ago. Lingering alarms echoed in the submerged areas of the ship, producing an almost dream state to the hallways above water. The hull creaked, and you knew it wouldn't be long until the entire ship gave way to the pressure of the deep sea below. If you didn't move quickly, the small cargo ship would slip into the water and most likely burst under the pressure.
You'd only had a chance to grab a few necessary items before the power waned, the ship's main energy system completely underwater. Floodlights clicked into gear, but it only provided you a dim orange glow to trace your way to the emergency hatch. Your hands were wet, your gear was soaked through, and you could barely think straight as you clambered up the metal ladder. A few more steps and you would be good to go. You knew the water level was rising fast, there was no time to think.
The ship's hull groaned again and a sharp crash rattled the ship's frame. Something, something big just hit you. Were you still sinking? Was it a rock, did the hull scrape something?
"Shit..." Your panic only heightened when the latch jammed, and you could feel cold water kiss your ankles. Looks like the sea had caught up to you. You fumbled in your bag for your rebreather and oxygen tank. The latch was most likely jamming due to the pressure change and if that was the case, the remainder of the ship was underwater. "Shit, shit, come on!"
You strapped the oxygen tank to your back along with your bag and clipped the rebreather into place. One last, desperate heave unlocked the latch. You were met instantly with the cold rush of water and it poured in like an angry waterfall, filling the orange-lit room within seconds. Once full, you pushed out through the opening and turned to watch the ship sink further into the depths.
Gods, it was deep.
The vastness of space was a sight you'd gotten used to, but not this--this was different. You were not alone.
You squinted, paddling a few meters further into the darkness. Your eardrums popped as the pressure increased. Something, something big was down there. You caught brief glimpses of your ship (still sinking, by the way) lit up by a monstrous body. You willed yourself to dig deeper, your oxygen levels were still reasonable, but four bright lights stopped you.
Eyes--eyes! Those were eyes!
A muffled cry left your lips and you turned tail, struggling back up to the surface. Surface...where's the surface? Which way was up? It was pitch-black all around you, like you were on a space walk. You couldn’t see the stars through the matte hue of the ocean and your heart squeezed. The water beneath you shifted, you knew that feeling. The vortex of something much bigger moving the water below you. You dared to peek. 
The massive beast of a magnitude you’d akin to leviathan. No, not just one...two. Two of them, circling the water below your feet. From the darkness, all you could make out were bioluminescent dots and dashes along the pair’s fins and body. Baby blue and hazy orange, you could feel your brain swirling with the colors. They were getting closer, closer. 
You continued to panic, thrashing in the water. You’d never dealt with sea creatures before! All of your work was on land, you didn’t even have a weapon on you--you were going to be sea fodder and you doubted you’d even be a crumb of a meal between the two of them.
A massive hand caught you, stilling your movements and denting your oxygen tank. Your rebreather flashed bright red error signs, screaming: ‘Pressure Warning!’, ‘Pressure Warning!’. There wasn’t anything you could do but slap at the hand around your waist, pushing and prodding for it to let go. Your muffled cries didn’t do much but drain your energy and oxygen reserves. 
The blue one was the one that had grabbed you. It brought its head closer to the dim light of your rebreather’s headlamp. Large eyes, black as night save for red pin prick pupils, stared back at you--assessing. It squeezed your waist inquisitively and you yelped, the grip loosening in return. You stopped your thrashing, for a moment. The water shifted once more and the orange one came into view, nearly slamming into the blue creature to get a look at you. They could swallow you whole, you could see their teeth--sharp as razors. The frills around the orange one’s head reminded you of a sunflower; your brain felt fuzzy.
Maybe you should’ve tried your luck siphoning the water out of your sinking ship with a straw--would’ve been a simpler (and less painful) death than this. 
A few clicks, muffled in your ears, drifted between the two creatures. That was most definitely a form of communication and by the way they were handling you (and the fact that you hadn’t been gobbled up) there was clearly a sign of significant intelligence.
You shoved at one of the blue and white mottled fingers around your body. “Let me go!” 
The blue leviathan grunted, eyes narrowing at you. 
“You’re small.” 
A little hiccup squeezed out of you. How did they--? The voice was so clear, like it came from behind your head and flowed up between your eyes. A deeply unsettling fear spread through your gut. 
You tried. 
“Let me go, please,” the blue creature leaned in to listen to your muffled speech. “I’ll go, just point me to the surface and I’ll go.” 
“Go where, little shrimp?” The orange one was so close you could see your reflection in its massive, white eyes, like glass. “We saw your vessel at the bottom. Nowhere to go? What a shame...” 
The eerie lilt gave you heart palpitations. What the hell was this? A game to them? It was like they were laughing at an inside joke. Toying with their food. You kicked at the fingers around you again but the grip tightened and a few more alarms popped up on your screen. ‘Pressure Warning!’ The rebreather was reading the leviathan’s grip as the ocean crushing you, great. 
“If you’re gonna eat me, then do it,” the two looked between each other, exchanging clicks, the orange one giggled. “Come on!”
“In a rush to die?” The blue one’s voice had the same effect on your head, and you felt the fear flip to nausea. It was like tendrils in your brain, like they were clawing through your subconscious and feeding on your memories. 
These were aliens, alien oceanic creatures with some kind of ability to speak through your mind. Something was prodding at the inside of your skull. 
“Are you doing that?” 
“Doing what?” The pair were dragging you further and further into the abyss, nearing the outline of your ship’s wreckage. You knew that without their help you’d never make it back to the surface from this depth. The black hole of the deep would consume you. Your ears popped again and a different warning glared on your rebreather screen: ‘Maximum depth reached’. If you proceeded any further your pressurized tank would collapse and your lungs would, too.
“You, you--you’re in my head.” 
“Am I?” 
“You can’t take me down there.” 
The blue creature’s clawed grip tightened again and the orange one laughed somewhere behind you, whispering in the synapses between your ears. “You’re in no position to make demands.” 
“The pressure is, it’s going to kill me. Please!” The pull of the water halted and you thanked the high heavens. 
“How do you plan on surviving? We could end your suffering here.” 
“There’s a beacon, on the ship, I can get the beacon and set it up. Someone will come to pick me up when they see the distress signal.” 
The blue one leered at you. 
“You said the pressure would kill you.” 
Something like a flashbang went off behind your eyelids and you cried out. The blue one hissed at the orange leviathan, who raised its arms in mock surrender. It had been digging. You felt your head tip back, neck muscles weak. Gods, it had been digging around your skull for something. 
“Little shrimp needs help,” the orange beast purred. “Maybe we should be so kind.” 
Unconsciousness licked at your periphery. No, no, you couldn’t pass out here--if they dragged you down further you’d be crushed. If you rose too fast you’d definitely die from decompression sickness. They knew that, though, they knew because you could feel the orange one digging in your skull again. 
“Get...out of my head.” 
“If you want us to help you, deal with it, little shrimp.” 
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inukag · 1 year
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What if kagome took inuyasha to the ramen museum in yokohama
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oh he would have the time of his life for SURE.
I'm putting this on my to-do list for my Japan trip this summer ✍
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