#umami save

[its-opheliasgarden]

aftertaste. | welcome to the spice market

meet khosi wambui. an aspiring chef with something to prove. recently accepted into britechester's illustrious culinary simstitute (san myshuno campus), she's used all her savings to make the move and chase her dreams in the big city. 1 plane, 1 train, and 1 taxi later...she's finally arrived at her new home in the spice market. does khosi have what it takes to make it in the cutthroat world of fine dining or will the bitter aftertaste of defeat send her packing?

finally excited to post my new gameplay esp since my blog is fully back and i don't have weird restrictions. a little random but this gameplay was inspired by a combination of watching the bear (i know i'm late af), boiling point, and this amazing prompt for gen. 3 from @fruitysimsy and @hellohopesims, 'struck by love legacy challenge'. these all served as a lot of inspiration for me to set up a new save for this gp...excited to share more!

-d.

[muzsmocsing]

Why are they worried about Tianlang-Jun??? Bro is 100% premium shiitake rn just put him in a hotpot.

[i-hear-a-sound]

girls when they realize that the leitmotif of “an illusion of time” is briefly used throughout the 10 minute track of “an unconscious conscience”, but rather than it being a stiff and bleak piano as it was in its first usage (symbolizing grief), or a slow, droning violin as used in “when skies were still blue” (symbolizing a longing nostalgia/remembrance), it’s a near unrecognizable choir of cymbals, drums, and multiple orchestral instruments, symbolizing the reunion that occurs and the, though artificial, overdue ending of that grief and longing, as when that leitmotif reprises in this track for its final time it doesn’t end on the low note it always has, it keeps going until finishing at the highest note heard in the whole song if not the whole soundtrack

[tricornonthecob]

Y'all I just spent a frankly offensive amount of money on pizza and I feel horrible but also you gotta understand they offered anchovies and I am so so so so so so so so hungy.

[toxycodone]

❥ facesitting. (laios touden x reader)

rating. nsfw.

content. facesitting (reader on laios), fingering, a little ass play. reader has a vagina but no gender specific terms are used.

word count. 1.4k

an. this is not proofread *silly anime girl pose* enjoy it nonetheless. ive been asked a TON for Laios and facesitting so. this is for all y'all out there. also im trying something new...reader has no specific dialogue (for the sake of being more immersive), so let me know how that works for your experience reading!

Laios is hungry. Starving. Absolutely famished. There’s only one food that can quell his longing, and by the grace of whatever deity favors his unworthy self, the object of his desire lays a few mere inches from his mouth.

Your knees rest on either side of Laios’s head, digging divots in the mattress. Each passing second, you can feel warm breath pass over the space between your thighs, causing you to shiver. You’ve spent enough time dry humping this lovely slab of a man, he owes you a proper orgasm after wasting himself inside his briefs. You position yourself a bit more comfortably on the man, lowering yourself onto him.

Faced with the view between your inner thighs…Laios can’t help but lick his lips. The soft flesh before him is covered in a coating of curly fur. Shiny wetness between them highlights your slit, its surface causes him to reminisce of the slimes he’s encountered in the dungeon. He reaches out to scoop a bit onto his index finger and smears it between his thumb so he can admire the way it coats his fingers and stretches between them. The sight before him never fails to make Laios’s jaw slack open. It’s gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.

For once in his life, Laios knows better than to say something out loud. But you remind him of his most favorite thing in the best way possible— a monster. And you’re his beloved specimen by far. The appearance changes to your discretion. The flavor always unalike what it was once before. He’s always itching to get a taste. The hunger inside him never dissipates when it comes to you.

He leans forward and gives a tentative lick, due to a blend of nerves and excitement. The gentle sigh you heave out makes him smile.

You always have a unique taste. Laios would describe it as tangy, but with certain undertones that make it more of an umami flavor—no, experience. He wonders what you’ve eaten today. Must’ve been something out of the ordinary. Your flavor is a bit more pervasive than usual. He’ll have to get another taste. And another. Mulling it over bit by bit seems to occupy his mind.

You feel his tongue lick a stripe up you, the tip just barely parting your slit. You whine a bit, pushing yourself further into his face. Laios doesn’t mean to tease, you’re aware of that. He always has to take his time to savor you. But you’re growing impatient. You don’t want him to wait—you want him to devour. Show your slit the same lack of discretion he does with the variety of questionable dishes he adores making.

Thankfully, he seems to get the message. Laios hoists his arms over your hips, pressing his warm lips to the expanse of your inner thighs and groin as he starts to sink your weight down onto his jaw. The apex of his broad nose rests against your clit as he takes a deep inhale of your scent, and you can see him roll his eyes back when he does. He swears it drives him mad, and in an entirely biological sense it does. (He’s given you quite the information session on the pheromones your body produces and how it activates his senses on a hormonal and physical level.)

“You smell so good…” He mumbles. He’s not lying. There’s a line a drool streaming from his lips.

Warm, moist breath coats your skin as he sighs out a pleasured exhale. Now, his tongue ventures out his mouth with purpose. It slowly trails your insides as he maps out the part of your body he’s come to love so much. Instinctively, you twitch against him, your noises cutting the silence of the room—save for Laios’s deep breaths and pounding heart.

The way his tongue feels against you is always a delightful experience. It’s soft and warm…you think if you concentrate you can feel each one of his tastebuds as he attempts so sap you of as much of your taste into his mouth. Laios isn’t shy in the slightest as he licks between your labia and up to your clit, giving the bundle of nerves a slight suck and grinding the underside against the flat of his tongue before moving back down again just to repeat the motion. He eats you like a man starved, but with enough tact to showcase he’s not doing it just for you—but for himself as well. It's almost selfish, in a way. Eating you out is an extreme turn on for him.

Tasting you is like having a bite of his favorite dish. He wants more. Needs more. Thick, calloused thumbs move to open your lips apart. He has to taste everything you have to offer. The cool feeling of Laios’s sharp exhale makes you shiver with anticipation.

Ever the experienced eater, Laios applies the same tactics he used eating the Living Armor a while ago onto your clit. As much as he loves exploring and flicking his tongue over ever part of you, he knows it’s important he focuses attention on that nub especially. He’s sure to lavish it with attention in between his ventures down to gather your slick into his mouth, swallowing it with a pleased groan as you tremble before him. One of his thumbs impales your hole, followed by another, as he stretches you out ever so slowly. The sight of you so open before him makes Laios swallow audibly.

“You taste even better than you smell.” Laios’s voice is gravelly. You’d swear he’d been hypnotized. “I just—.” There’s an audible shudder in his tone as he whines. “Love you…”

His brows furrow in concentration as he pulls you flush against him. You’ve always been a bit hesitant to put your full weight on him, which makes Laios roll his eyes internally. He’d gladly let you break his neck and then some if it means you’ll grind against his face like an animal in heat while he laps up your juices. His thumbs leave you, now being replaced by his warm tongue diving in your hole. He rocks you against his face as you’re fucked thoroughly on his appendage, your clit bumping the point of his nose every now and then. It’s a phenomenal feeling. Your walls flutter and clench around him as your orgasm starts to build.

Laios lifts you for just a moment to catch his breath, but also gather some slick onto his wet thumb and spread it along your asshole. He lowers you back down again, not before rimming the surface of your ass to spread a plethora of wetness, then lets the tip of his thumb glide over the muscle and gently penetrate you from behind as well. He’s sure not to go too deep, just enough to add a little bit more your experience. If he could eat your ass and pussy at the same time, he’d more than gladly do it. The rhythm he fucks you on his face matches the pathetic way he humps the air. Despite being spent already, he can’t help but do so.

Not much time passes before you start to feel close—that all too familiar feeling of warmth spreading from the base of your spine to your groin. Your brows furrow as you catch your lip between your teeth. As if on instinct, your thighs start to slowly begin to encase Laios’s head as your breathing starts to become labored. You’re almost there. Right on the edge. Laios can tell from your body language. He hums in delight as you shudder, now grinding yourself on his face and rubbing your clit against his nose as your orgasm starts to rear its head.

One of his hands stalls you for just enough time to allow Laios to catch your clit in between his lips. He lets the flat of his tongue stroke the underside of it before beginning to suck at at—and that’s what does it. You come undone with a cry of his name onto his face, noises of pleasure and curses spilling out your mouth as you do so. Laios happily licks at you as you do so, coaxing you through your orgasm. You have to physically remove yourself from Laios’s face as the pleasure becomes too overstimulating. If you didn’t, Laios would keep going until you’re numb.

As you flop over onto the sheets, Laios quickly moves over to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue—that same distinct flavor he’s obsessed with. You’re not sure why he’s infatuated with it. But you let him have it. There’s plenty weirder things he could be tasting—or honestly, has tasted. At least you can be sure you’re definitely number one in his culinary experience.

[deadwooddross]

More old art that I think might exist in some sketchbooks somewhere! I think may have been saving them Just In Case I do story stuff, but who knows if I ever will...so here's the original first passes at Vashti She's a very hydrated mummy who absolutely should not be out on the loose. And also umami's jugs

[bengaly]

Meao-ixuí character doodles! some old, some fresh out of the oven :)

meia-noite's back drawing note is flipped and i didn't notice.. it says "long back mane" Oro and Ka'i travel in the same merchant caravan, sometimes Kinaya tags along. Meia-noite works with ceramics and has a fixed studio location somewhere, rarely travels. Jiji is a nomad hunter, but they're also an excellent artisan with Degrees in beadwork and are able to mimic xoywren carvings. Their travel partner is a xoy and its often jiji who makes the authenthic xoywren crafts both trade. They all have some sorts of relationship with each other, and in general meao are creeped out by Kinaya for acting too human-like, what makes them seem charismatic for non-meao species on the other hand. The tomatoes bit: Meao are almost entirely carnivores, save from the occasional treat to boost their vitamin levels and side dishes. They don't feel sweet flavours well (or at all), but can taste umami and go crazy for things that have a lot of it. high res on patreon Commissions | Patreon | Ko-fi | Other sites

[illusionarylibrary]

Hello, I was wondering if you’d consider creating more parts to the fili & night fury story? I think it could be really cute if the dragon became a friend and companion to the dwarves and helped them on their journey! If u don’t want to though, that’s obviously fine 🫶🏻

𝓓𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮

𝐹𝒾𝓁𝒾 & 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐹𝓊𝓇𝓎!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒫𝓉. 𝟤

CW: OOC(??), new writing style

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They were no match. No match for one of them. One of you. A dragon, with scales black as night and eyes so green they’d make emeralds jealous.

Of all things, why did it have to be something like you that stormed the forest? It was already bad enough that spiders had run rampant in the once evergreen woods they once called home. Home. A place that was supposed to be a safe haven, a place of comfort and hearth.

Not a dark and dreary place for spiders, let alone dragons to stake claim.

So why had such a beast, a wrath that usually only appeared at the darkest of nights, appeared when the stars were plentiful? Or rather, the question should be what is it that brought you here.

Let’s start from where we left off, shall we?

You had flown off from the small two-legged creatures deemed “dwarves” or “dwarrow” by the one named Aulë. Yes, you’ve heard the stories of Morgoth’s kin. But what did it matter to you? Created you were to bring chaos and judgement by fire, a fire so great it turned purple the moment it left your rounded maw.

Smooth wings caught the winds as black scales vanished into the night.

When Thorin and his company had escaped the clutches of the trolls, only one blond dwarrow wasn’t quite as ecstatic as the others. He looked off into the trees, morning light cascading through the bodies of wood. The creature, the beast, had left. A dragon. First, a dragon. Then, trolls. What would come next? Wargs?

Fili was still in a bit of shock, rather about having met a beast which shared the same blood as that of the monster who took the Lonely Mountain as his home.

And here he stood. Alive.

Alive and breathing to see yet another sunrise, a sunrise that had saved him from being a Troll’s meal. Fili honestly didn’t know what was more terrifying— well, okay. The trolls was one thing. But a damned dragon?!

It all felt like a fever dream; he even wrestled with a beast and came out with all his limbs intact. The only marks he adorned were those when the black beast dragged him around in circles through the twigs and stones. Otherwise, not a single claw or bite was left on his flesh.

The blond dwarrow didn’t even dare to think about getting another chance to meet the beast. The legend itself. The terrifying monster of the night which brought only rage and fury to villages alike.

But little did he know that not only would he get the chance to meet his beastly “friend” (if one could call it a friend?), but Fili would get the opportunity of sharing a secret he’d never thought he’d share. Ever.

It would be several months till you circled back for another meal. Bears, fish, berries, orcs— all of it was so… boring. It was not fair that food had become dull. And no. You didn’t think about eating a stray child of man or some random elven archer in the forests.

You weren’t like that self-absorbed dragon, Smaug.

You had class.

So, after flying through a starless sky, over some trees, you decided. Your next meal would be that of those web-obsessed monsters: spiders.

It had been a long time since you last dug your fangs into that of a spider; they had gotten bolder since a while ago, making the once Greenwood into their new home, Mirkwood. You didn’t particularly fancy their chewy yet somehow still crunchy texture. Their red meat that promised the flavor of tanginess and umami. Yes, it wasn’t your favorite… but you’d grown tired of fishing and hunting the same way sun after sun.

So, with a quick shift of those two tail fins, you swooped left and began your flight to Mirkwood.

Now, what of those smaller creatures? The ones of Aulë’s craft? Well, they had been traversing the cursed paths of Mirkwood for… well, they didn’t even know how long.

Walking and trudging. Grumbling and groaning. On and on and on. It never ended. Left was Ori. Behind was Balin. Slightly right was Kili. Up was… up was Bilbo?

Higher and higher he climbed, clambering up into the oranges and red leaves. Air. Air! He needed to breathe.

He couldn’t breathe; his head felt like it’d roll off his shoulder should he tilt.

There, an opening! Out his head came from the leaves, followed by his upper torso. Yes, air! Fresh, fresh air! Oh, and there were butterflies along with the breeze- and the sunset! What a lovely golden glow~

Bilbo took a moment to simply breathe in the fresh air, panting after having been suffocated by the dense forest atmosphere below.

“I-I can see a lake!” he peered ahead, smiling brightly now that his little hobbit head was no longer heavier than boulders. “And a- a river! And the Lonely Mountain!”

His arm easily brushed aside a few stray branches, wondering where the voices of his company had gone. However, his pondering quickly turned into confusion as he squinted at the black mass closing in on him.

“And- and a—“ Bilbo trailed off out of fear.

A dragon.

It soared low, passing him over head as he held in a scream. His hands instinctively covered his mouth, frightened beyond belief. Was that it? Was that him? He who the company called “Smaug”? Would his skin be melted? Was he about to die?

What was tha—

Oh dear! Bilbo and his big feet had tripped over a piece of webbing, falling down… down… down into the spiders’ trap.

Now what was that? A small creature in the trees? Well, no matter. You were starving and had no care for some measly creature that you weren’t hunting for.

You were hungry, and that hunger you would kill.

The moon was your guide, aiding you in your flight. Skies covered by the treetops caused the forest to grow blacker than any lightless night. Moonrise and moonset, you stalked your prey over the course of several weeks. Pupils like sharp daggers tracked where the eight-legged creatures roamed.

And quick, one fateful night, were you to find your prey. To pounce like a robber, like a thief. Like a monster.

You never denied the claims.

You knew how much hurt you could bring. In fact, you knew all too well.

snAP! CRUUnccH!!

How delicious! Spindly legs and tender thorax. This one tasted ripe. It must’ve been at its prime age. How unfortunate… for the spider. For you? A wondrous feast full of familiar flavors untasted after so long!

But, oh? What is that smell?

Of course! You could never forget it, that two-legged “dwarrow” who entertained you with its fine weapons.

You were still hungry, even with that wonderful spider-licious feast. Perhaps your new friend could spare some food?

Quickly, without much thought, you took to the skies and tracked his smell. It lead you back to the castle sat in the midst of Mirkwood. The one that belong to he who fought the northern fire-breathers. The one whom you once made trade with so long ago.

The elven king himself: Thranduil.

Flying overhead, zeroing in on the celebratory foods the elves laid out, your goal changed. Your mind was set upon the colorful options being enjoyed by the elves.

The elves weren’t aware of your whereabouts or that you were even in the night sky. Hidden by the darkness, they were too distracted by the stars above. It was only when a whistling sound attracted their attention did a guard shout, “NIGHT FURY!!”

“Get down!”

The winds were heavy as their castle, their sanctuary, was shaken. Many more guards made their appearance for worry quickly infected their minds. Worry that the beast would strike their kin.

It didn’t make a move, merely standing there with eyes fierce with hunger.

As a result, none of their arrows flew. Bows were drawn back, strings taut, wooden frames creaking by how tightly they’d been pulled. But not a single elf shot, for the monster in front of them, the dragon, did not move either.

They knew dragons were intelligent. But they were still just wild beasts.

CrONCH!!

The armed warriors flinched, only to questioningly blink as the elk-sized beast bit into a silver platter. Well, more like it bit into the massive turkey breast that was roasted to a perfect brown.

Rapid footsteps approached the main banquet room, Thranduil ready to give the command to attack, only to stop at the bewildering sight of the Night Fury sprawled out in the long, once elegantly decorated table. In its rounded maw was a bunch of grapes, multiple of the tiny purple spheres falling off and rolling across the floor.

The king looked disgruntled, calling out to the creature he knew well, “NIGHT FURY.”

Emerald irises grew thin and beady black pupils enlarged at the sight of a familiar face. Your fangs were out, dug deep into the delicious sugary bundle. Your eyes widened before your throat rumbled, a loud huff escaping your vocal chords.

“Hff!”

Thranduil did not look happy and doing his best to keep his formal appearance. “Do not snort at me, dragon. What is it that brought you here?”

He knew you very well. Well enough to be in your debt… somewhat.

His face straightened out the moment a beastly growl emitted from the dragon. Not by its maw, but by its belly. So that’s why you had come. Thranduil had no qualms against you per say, but his kin were still apprehensive of fire-breathers, let alone one small enough to fit in their halls, with some difficulty.

Slowly waving his arm back, the weapons retreating, the elven king sighed and nodded his head in reluctant agreement. “Very well. You may have this room, but nothing more.”

And with no hesitation, the once powerful Night Fury took on the appearance of a kitten eating fish for the first time. A mess was made as utensils and cutlery fell off the table. The elves hesitantly exited the room, Thranduil remaining by the archway while he watched you devour entire pieces of meats and whatever else was edible.

By the end of the night, your belly was full and your hunger had been killed.

Laying there on the table, surrounded by a mess that not even orcs could’ve made, you were on your back with huge wings splayed out. They draped over the table’s edges as if decorative covers. By Thranduil’s command, he gave an irrritated command for the room to be cleaned. Perhaps it was due to the lack of concern on his face, or by the sheer annoyance woven with his words, but the elves that aided in the clean up weren’t worried of your presence.

You just laid there. Fat. Dopey. No longer did you seem like a winged dragon but rather a puppy that had overeaten.

“WHERE IS THE KEEPER OF THE KEYS?!”

Tauriel’s shout echoed through the castle, coming from the dungeons below. It seemed the Dwarrow had escaped, aided by your distraction.

By the time the elves had caught up to the barrel-riding dwarves, it was too late and the dwarven prisoners successfully rode down stream towards the open lake. In the process of trying to recapture the dwarves, the elves had run into a band of orcs, to which one was taken hostage. A whole day of worry and paranoia flooded Thranduil’s mind. He’d interrogated the orc, executed the beast, ordered the Mirkwood borders to be closed, and returned to the very room that held a sleeping dragon.

The elven king could only sneer at your lazy state when he returned. You hadn’t even moved since he last witnessed you collapse into a food coma!

Was the dwarves’ escape because of you? Were the elves too distracted by the dragon that had overtaken a whole room to eat? Were you with the orcs?

Either way, little could be done in Thranduil’s eyes.

By next sunrise, the room was empty.

You, on the other hand, were now in search for that familiar smell. It had been a while since you last met your yellow-haired “dwarrow” friend. You should go greet him while he was near!

However, little did you know that your appearance would wreak havoc upon all.

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Ghost Notes: tis been a while, please forgive me, but I do hope you enjoyed!

[dinosaurwithablog]

I made shrimp in black bean sauce!!! 😋 the pungent, deep flavor of the fermented bean paste makes this dish phenomenal. The umami is undeniably present. The fresh vegetables give it a crisp sweetness that pairs perfectly with the black bean sauce. I fried the shrimp after coating them in corn starch so they were light and crispy. The combination was delightful 😊. I served it on a bed of rice to balance the depth of flavor in the sauce. It was delicious 😋 😍 I've never made this before, but it was easy to do. Everyone should cook their own food because it gives you a very joyful satisfaction and great food. When I make my own food, I can control the amount of salt and ingredients to make it just the way I want it to be. This time, I added more onions, carrots and green peas to the dish because that's how I like it. I use recipes as guidelines, but I always add my own style and flavors to everything that I cook. In this way, I make the dish my own, and in my opinion, it tastes much better. It saves sooooooo much money, too. It's a great experience. This dish was better than the food that I get in Chinese restaurants, and it was a quarter of the price. In the words of Julia Child, bon Appétit! Food is love, and I love to cook. Make enough to share the love ❤️ 😍 😋😋😊

[its-opheliasgarden]

spice & stitches | a thrift shop

welcome to spice & stitches—the thrift shop where every piece has major main character energy. located in old salt warehouse, we’re your hotspot for quirky, one-of-a-kind treasures from every corner of the globe. we’re all about uncovering unique, one-of-a-kind finds—vintage clothing, eclectic decor, and those hidden gems that speak to you. ready to level up your style and space? come through, explore, and let your next fave find you!"

me continuing to rebuild san myshuno instead of actually playing my game...why am i like this. i randomly started a gp with a side character i made for my main save....sigh...

-d.

[soranihimawari]

Sign here

Or a short story about a new banker y/n willing to give Miya Osamu the business loan he deserves!

Based on @haebai-png ‘s Osamu: Work

This platinum almost out grown roots mean sits across from your desk. The bank today is filled with a few applicants and others doing their daily errands. After reading his letter of recommendations along with the deed of an older arcade going out business, you make sure you cleared every check box for this young entrepreneur. Ok, maybe not so young, you two seem to be of the same age, yet for lack of better understanding, you keep that comment to yourself.

You clear your throat and say between clicking and typing on your end, “You’re that onigiri guy I’ve been seeing at the local street vendor days in the park, right?”

His ears perk up and then turn a soft shade of peach. He’s a bit pale, but you could tell he used to be out in the sun for a while working on his tan…and onigiri of course. Nodding he hums.

“Ya been to the stand before?” He nervously chuckles as you hum.

“Killer combos dude and that umami?! To die for!” You smile.

A few more seconds go by as you’re viewing the final paperwork. He rubs his hands together silently praying for approval for his first ever shop. You excuse yourself to pick up the printed contract for the business loan, asking your work-senpai to re-read this document to see if there were any errors.

Luckily there were none and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“He looked so sad and nervous coming in,” you explain, straightening out your suit. “I guess he never really had much success trying to get approved…”

You don’t know that Miya Osamu, nearly 27 years old by now, has tried for the past two years to get a business loan. He’s been stuck selling his onigiri out of his truck and or motorbike since his early 20s or at least setting up a small table in the night markets. You’re just lucky you got everyone in your department at the bank to get hooked on his cooking.

Your work-senpai, Ms Miri, hums agreeing.

“In a post pandemic world it’s harder for family owned businesses to stay afloat, but boy did he try his best to save up how much…holy shit!”

She whispers her surprised expression when she sees just how much Osamu is putting down.

“I believe in him. He’ll do well!”

You practically are beaming as you return to your cubicle.

You knock to grab his attention and you wave the papers. He stands, wiping his hands on his pants, holding his hat apprehensively chewing his cheek like he’s pouting.

“Cute,” he hears me quietly say that.

You hide behind the stack of papers clearly embarrassed since you realize what you had said before clearing your throat.

“Ahem, Mr. Miya Osamu?”

“Yes Mx Shinkai?”

You pass him the papers. “I’m elated to report that your business loan and business credit line is now approved. Congratulations and thank for choosing Raiden-Bank to start your ventures.”

He drops his hat as he reaches for the papers.

You pull out a pen with a cap on it, “it’s all there. All you need to do is sign here.”

***short time skip***

Onigiri Miya night before opening day has finally arrived. You are the first person outside of family and friends that is invited to the mock service. The invitation said to only bring yourself, so that is what you did on your late afternoon from work.

You knock on the door and you see that Osamu is alone tonight—his staff probably sent home early to prepare for the grand opening tomorrow.

Osamu spots you at the door and unlocks it for you.

“Come in,” he says as he locks the door behind you.

“Woah, this looks so great!”

You settle into a booth you notice is set up for two. You take your time glancing around the interior. Blowing out a low whistle complimenting him on a job well done. There are various pictures of him and friends and his famous twin brother. Then, there’s one of you on a Polaroid frame eating one of his test creations earlier last month as your friend bloomed.

“Out of all these guys on here, I like this one the most,” he says. Then he has a drafted agreement in his hands.

“And I’m hoping since they believed in me and my onigiri that they’d be co-founder with me? Sign here if ya like.”

And you never reached for your pen fast enough with the broadest smile.

[helpmeimakitkat]

its almost 4 in the morning for me here's some unorganized and incomplete ramblings

act oc stuff under the cut

okay so like Cappi

(this goober)

is from the Unfathom. like straight up

they have survived as long as they have by sheer skill, luck, and umami channelling. you would be hard pressed to find someone capable of besting them that isn't like. Kril.

they are not very vocal. they communicate to most others by drawing little words with their fork and strings of umami. they only ever really talk around those that they trust.

combat-wise, they stick to using their refined fork most of the time but they *are* capable of channelling umami currents

this is actually how they end up leaving the unfathom. they find a moon snail shell and use it to just. go literally anywhere away from The Unfathom.

this places them in flotsam vale and introduces them to Inkerton, who has NO idea how they got there, but isn't keen on trespassers that just fall right outta the sky.

he tells them to leave, to go back home or whatever, and they obviously refuse. because their "home" is HELL. and so they fight

cappi beats him, and he's bitter about it, fully expecting to catch shit from roland for losing to a small itty bitty creature.

something happens from there. i'm not sure what yet. maybe cappi *pretends* to lose when roland pulls up to check on inkerton.

assuming this is the case: roland, seeing the potential in cappi (someone who he thinks managed to put up at least a *half*-decent fight against inkerton), gives them a job offer. to work and train under inkerton and help keep the flotsam workers in line. they accept. because what else are they gonna do? find somewhere else to live? alone? crazy!!!

the two trauma bond over working for roland. inkerton obviously has it worse, but cappi faces constant belittling and infantilization from roland because he assumes they're "just a fighter" kind of like he does with inkerton.

cappi sees all the good inkerton has underneath the surface.

he doesn't feel the same. or maybe he does, and just lives in denial.

cappi bonds and clicks with inkerton really well. but their hatred for roland seems to be worsening them day by day. they wonder if there's anything else out in the ocean they can do.

eventually, they get into a schism with roland and storm off in a huff. roland orders inkerton to stop them, and he tries to stop them peacefully...

but he knows this will end in a fight inkerton can't win. and so he ends up letting them go, away from roland's prying eyes.

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anyways this all happens like years (i think) before the events of actual ACT.

cappi falls into the vein of like. post-ACT Kril. travelling around the ocean, saving people and exploring. doing hero work. all that fun jazz.

they find themself in new carcinia by the time the map falls out of the sky, and decide to stalk around the main group. what's one more adventure?

also, it's another chance to see Inkerton again. so why not.

they spend most of their time just kind of following Kril. he is THE protagonist, and they don't wanna interfere.

when they get to flotsam vale however...?

kril gets jumpscared by inkerton, same as usual. "thought you could just scuttle on in here?"

cappi interferes by blocking an attack for kril and taking on the fight with inkerton, who very quickly realizes this is not worth his time and leaves.

rest of the game proceeds as per usual. cappi returns to stalking around and seems VERY adamant on avoiding kril's questions.

then they get to the confrontation against roland. where cappi seems. *incredibly* determined to face roland headon. so instead of kril fighting roland at this point, he plays support to chitan and fights inkerton.

meanwhile you cut to roland and he is getting FOLDED by cappi. just. absolutely demolished. he's not okay.

the fights end, the groups all fall into the unfathom, and everything proceeds as normal again. right up to kril killing inkerton after he kills roland.

inkerton won't be missed by many.

but he won't be missed by none.

if kril happens to return to the place he killed inkerton...

he'll see the Unfathom's Greatest Warrior sobbing and mourning the Crab Hunter who Failed.

[strengthandsunshine]

This General Tso's Chickpeas recipe is the best vegan version of the classic Chinese takeout dish! Healthy, gluten-free, allergy-free, and made with chickpeas instead of chicken! Made in one pan, with your choice of veggies, and a simple sweet, spicy, tangy, umami sauce! This quick and easy vegetarian meal will save you time and money!

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[zombbean]

You said Kallamar loves spicy food, so I wonder how he would react to Buldak (the super spicy Korean ramen. Apparently, the hottest one is more spice than flavor)

I was gonna answer this with a comic but I saved over it on accident and now I'm crying in the club.

He does like Buldak! He thinks it has a delicious umami flavor, and he always offers leshy a bite when he eats it because he almost dies laughing as leshy puts mouthfuls of dirt in his mouth to kill the spice x'D

[inthecityofgoodabode]

May 2025: A Little Of The Last Two Weeks

Two varieties of sweet potato in one container - Beauregard & an Asian variety whose name escapes me at the moment:

Our blueberry bushes are loaded with blueberries but we've only eaten 5 berries because a mockingbird keeps picking the day before they are ripe & feeding them to her chick. It is a minor annoyance to be tolerated for a bird whose presence is predominantly beneficial to us:

I've probably said this before but don't buy twine in the garden section of your local hardware store especially if it is labeled as "gardening" twine. Go to the section where they have the chains & rope. 2500 feet of twine for about 20 US dollars. If you don't need very long pieces, you could probably save even more using old or cheap dollar store pantyhose:

Swiss chard harvest. Swiss chard is a garden champ that is cold hardy & produces most of the year. For those who have never tasted it, it is similar to spinach with a little earthiness like beets when raw but that earthiness mellows when cooked. They are delicious sauteed alone or mixed with other greens in olive oil with a little salt, pepper & garlic. My queen normally adds a little smoked pork (ham or bacon). For those who can't partake of the pig, I recommend smoked turkey necks or tails. I don't know if they're available in the rest of the United States or if they're just a Southern thing. Royal quality meats is the brand that we see in stores locally but I'm sure there are others. Seriously, any recipe from the Southern United States that calls for smoked pig (ham, bacon, ham hocks, etc.) can be largely duplicated using properly smoked turkey. The difference is just slightly less umami that you'll only miss if you've eaten the dish with smoked pork:

When I got close, she flexed her biceps:

The first onion harvest. These are onions that we overwintered. We thought that would mean they'd have more time to form large bulbs but instead they finish their life cycle early & start trying to flower. It is a tradeoff... smaller bulbs but we have harvestable onions in the Spring. We have starts that we planted in Spring that should be ready in late June & July which should produce large bulbs:

Just a fly on an aster bud:

[thelazystrategist]

🌶️ Spicy Miso Mushroom One-Pot Ramen

1 Serving, Because Who Needs Company

🧂 Ingredients

(exactly what you need, no vague grandma “a pinch of this” chaos):

1 tsp (5ml) neutral oil – use anything that won’t smoke or make your ramen taste like a candle

75g mushrooms – slice, chop, tear, or angrily crush them with your bare hands. Just get them in the pot

1 garlic clove, minced – or ⅓ tsp garlic powder if you think chopping is a personal attack

¼ tsp grated fresh ginger – or ⅛ tsp ground ginger because graters are emotionally draining

375ml broth – from a carton, homemade if you’re ambitious, or just dissolve half a stock cube in hot water like the rest of us

1 tbsp miso paste (about 18g) – red for drama, white for comfort, any color works as long as it's not toothpaste

1 tsp soy sauce – adds depth and makes you look like you know what umami means

½ tbsp chili oil or sriracha (7ml) – chili oil brings a smooth, smoky, oily warmth that hugs your taste buds; sriracha delivers a punchy, tangy, garlicky kick with a touch of sweetness. Pick your kind of fire.

1 pack instant ramen noodles – throw out the flavor packet unless you enjoy artificial sadness

Optional flex toppings:

A handful of greens (spinach, bok choy, random leaf)

1 soft-boiled egg (for protein and emotional support)

Sesame seeds, green onions – mostly for ✨vibes✨

🔥 Instructions

1. Heat the oil in a pot over medium heat. If it starts spitting at you, congrats, you summoned a demon. Turn it down.

2. Add all the mushrooms. Cook until they’re browned and smaller—like the fancy kind you’d pay for, not the sad fridge leftovers. Stir now and then so they don’t stick together like they’re plotting something.

3. Add garlic and ginger. Stir for 30 seconds. The aroma should suggest that something magical is happening, even if your life is in shambles.

4. Pour in broth. 375ml. That’s roughly 1.5 standard mugs, or just use a measuring jug like a responsible renegade. Bring to a simmer. Not a boil. This is ramen, not a lava pit.

5. Mix miso paste. Ladle some hot broth into a cup, stir in miso until it looks like miso soup instead of chunky sadness, then pour it back into the pot. If you dump it in raw, the miso gods will frown upon you.

6. Add soy sauce + chili oil/sriracha. Stir. Taste. You want warm, spicy comfort — not mouth-on-fire panic (unless that’s your thing).

7. Add noodles. Break in half if your pot’s tiny like your tolerance for nonsense. Cook according to the packet. Stir so they don’t stick. They will try.

8. Optional: Greens. Throw them in the last minute. They’ll wilt like your motivation and count as nutrition. Win-win.

9. Optional egg flex: Boil an egg for exactly 6 minutes in another pot, shock in cold water, peel, slice, drop it on your ramen like a crown. Or skip it and save yourself the heartbreak of peeling eggs.

10. Serve. Dump it all in a bowl. Sprinkle something on top so it looks intentional. Eat while it’s hot. Slurping encouraged.

🧠 Survival Tips:

No miso = no ramen. It’s called miso ramen, not “hot stuff water surprise.”

Burnt garlic ruins lives. Don’t be that person.

If the noodles go mushy, just call it “noodle stew” and gaslight your tastebuds.

Skipping the egg is not a crime. It’s self-care.

There you have it. Perfect ramen with zero drama and max flavor. Enjoy!