#Neapolitan spaghetti

[hst432]

大阪ナポリタン

[strawberry-barista]

⚅— @rubiesintherough asked: —⚅ ⚅— ❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞ ( aedus but over smth goofy tbh ) —⚅

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Hanekoma shook his head as he stirred the pot, paying no heed to Aedus's protests, "You're not winning this one, boss. This is how my mom always made it, and this is how I'm gonna make it. You can't talk me out of it. If you wanna make your own pasta, be my guest, but I'd suggest you not knock it til you try it... Mm... Needs more ketchup."

He reached over and picked up the bottle, pouring a little more over the spaghetti noddles and chopped sausages in the pot. This was always how he'd eaten spaghetti, and he didn't intend to change anytime soon.

[yumtumbhojana]

Hello Folks 😍 Spaghetti Aglio e Olio is a popular Neapolitan Cuisine. I like my Spaghetti better this way rather than sauce and cheese loaded bowl 😋 . . . . . . Visit the link below for detailed recipe https://yumtumbhojana.com/2022/12/02/spaghetti-aglio-e-olio/ . . . . Follow: @yumtumbhojana #yumtumbhojana . . . . #italianfood #spaghetti #neapolitan #neaples #pastarecipe #vegetarianfood #vegetarianrecipes #indianfoodbloggers #foodbloggers #foodsofinstagram #foodie #foodlove #pictureoftheday #foodsofig (at Bentonville, Arkansas) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClsJbVAOjKW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hollowgourd]

Post-grad students of Hollow Gourd!

Featuring the Yandere Trio and the Off-Campus duo.

[menubot]

Only $0.30 for Spaghetti, Neapolitan at Chicago Athletic Association? Bargain! http://menus.nypl.org/menus/16432

[nocasdatsgay]

A Lesson in Heartbreak

Part 1 of 3: The Night it Fell Apart

Rating: T | Word Count: 2082 | Pairing: Azris/Reader

Summary: Eris and Azriel made promises they didn’t keep. When you confront them about it, Eris says some things he instantly regrets. Now him and Azriel have to fix what they broke.

Neapolitan Bonds Masterlist| Read on A03| Read Below

Warnings: Angst, Eris has a sharp tongue

A/N: @daycourtofficial asked if we would ever see that big fight mentioned in Even High Lords Need a Break and I was like sure why not aka let me channel my upsetti spaghetti emotions into this

Tagging: @hieragalbatorixdottir @mybestfriendmademe

Your food was cold but not as cold as the empty dining room you sat in. You’d stared at your plate in silence, letting tears fall before wiping them away with your napkin. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat. First due to waiting, then due to nausea from the realization they weren’t coming.

They promised, played in your mind over and over.

It was a betrayal you’d never felt before. The hollowness in your chest was eating away at you. You’d blocked the bond, determined that they would have to come of their own accord. But an hour passed and neither of them showed. After one last wipe of your face, you stood and tossed the napkin onto the table. Anger burned in you for a moment at the utter waste of food in front of you.

You left and found Azriel first.

He was in the upper library, books scattered on the table. The second he looked up at you, his face fell. You didn’t say anything, just stared with anger in your chest and tears falling again. He appeared in front of you, shadows weaving all around you.

“You promised,” was all you could get out.

Azriel fell to his knees, wings flaring out.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I know I promised. I wasn’t paying attention to the time.” Regret etched in his voice and features. “I was just busy-“

“And your shadows didn’t remind you?” Azriel’s silence was deafening. He reached for you but you stepped back. His shadows left you as well. “Where is Eris?”

“His office, but-“ you didn’t listen to what else he said.

You winnowed to the High Lord’s main office door. Without knocking, you threw it open. Eris was hunched over papers himself, fingers stained with ink as they ran through his hair. He didn’t even look at you.

“Eris.” He still didn’t look up. “Eris!”

“What?” He snapped, finally looking at you. He frowned as he studied your face. His tone was softer when he asked, “Why are you crying?”

“You don’t remember?” You were shaking, grief and anger building further.

He cursed, realization washing over him. “Dinner.”

“Yes. Dinner.” You gritted out. “You promised me that you and Az would be there.” Like you promised the past several weeks, you thought but bit it back.

“I know, I know.” He moved papers on his desk around. “But the High Lord meeting is in a week. There are things we have to plan for, it’s taking longer than-“

“You said that last week. And the week before that. Then it was tithe you had to work on. These are just excuses!” You screamed. “Neither of you showed! You promised!”

“Do not raise your voice at me.”

A command, one that had you clenching your fists at your side. He was on his feet, hands planted on his desk and he looked at you like he did his unruly governors. You could see fire in his eyes as he continued.

“I am genuinely sorry that I missed dinner. However, some things are more important than a meal. I’m the High Lord and I have responsibilities. We are hosting this time and we have to make certain everything is in order. You would know this if you bothered to help.”

You went still, even tears streaming down your face seemed to halt. You had heard of Eris’s cruel tongue for centuries. You never dreamed it would be directed at you.

“You told me I didn’t have to,” you whispered, your voice steadier than your body.

“Exactly, so you do not get to complain when Azriel and I are busy,” he snapped back. “You knew what you were getting into when we mated.”

Eris may as well have stabbed you.

“I suppose I did.” You suddenly felt like someone else was talking, with how calm the words came out. “I’m so sorry to bother you.”

You kept the bond shut, winnowing to your rooms. You used your magic to seal the room, barring even Azriel’s shadows. You went straight to the office, pulling out pen and paper while you sniffled and wiped your face with your sleeve. The first letter was rushed and sloppy- a letter to Samira, and sent it with a flick of your wrist. The second you took a deep breath before writing down where you were going. You sealed it with your personal seal and took it to the bedroom, tossing it onto the duvet.

You pulled out a travel bag and threw in clothes, not bothering to make sure they were neat and folded. You had to get out of Autumn before Azriel’s shadows told on you. You had to get out so you could process what happened. With your bag stuffed, you thanked the mother when a letter returned to you. You ripped it open. Samira was in Summer but spoke to Tarquin and granted you permission to travel.

You stuffed the letter into your bag and winnowed. One moment you were in your bedroom, the next you were outside, fae lights gleaming against the tan stone and reflecting off the sea glass doors in front of you. To your right Samira had been waiting for you. She was as beautiful as ever in a seafoam Summer Dress, her skin darker no doubt from the sun and her black hair braided back. She took one look at your face and her gaze softened. Just being in her presence broke you. She wrapped her arms around you and you sobbed.

“Let’s go inside,” she whispered, patting your back. “Cress has a room being made for you. We can get some tea and talk.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes again and followed her into the place.

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Az was panicking.

We told you, his shadows hissed. You don’t listen. Our mate is angry.

“Shut up!” He bellowed.

His shadows scattered. He got to his feet, hands shaking. How could he have done this to you? He never made you cry- well, not like this. And his silence when you asked him if his shadows had told him, the betrayal on your face gutted him. Yes, they had told him. He kept saying he would go in a few minutes. He didn’t realize a few minutes turned into a fucking hour.

He went to the table, closing books and stacking papers to put away. You left in a flurry when he told you where Eris was. Az had to find you and apologize. He’d get on his knees again if he had too. Maybe Eris was already apologizing for both of them, considering you implied he didn’t show either. He ran his hands through his hair. After this conference, he wasn’t going to do another damn thing for the next two months. He owed it to you.

Azriel sent the papers to his personal study with magic and took the books over to a trolley. He didn’t notice that his shadows went missing. He made his way down the stairs, mind buzzing with ideas and thoughts. Thoughts of what to say to you to convince you he was sorry. He didn’t make it down the stairs, however. Shadows returned in full force, swarming around him. All of them spoke to him over each other.

Mate. Gone. Blocked. Gone. Letter. Read it. Read it. Read it.

Something fell onto the stair he was standing on. A letter. He picked it up, confusion on his face as he looked it over. It was your seal. One you only used to correspond with other courts. He ripped it open, unfolding the paper inside. He skimmed the first two lines and his heart felt like it stopped. He read it again, thinking he was misunderstanding it.

She locked us out. Gone. Our mate upset her. Shadows hissed.

His breath quickened and his heart raced. He read the letter again fully. He felt like the air was punched out of him. You left. You left. And the words were blurring as his eyes watered. What you wrote didn’t make sense. Then he remembered you went to Eris when you left him.

Sorrow was replaced with rage. Eris had a temper. Always had. He had a sharp tongue as well. He did or said something to make you leave. He had too. Your side of the bond was silent, no doubt to help you slip away unnoticed. Eris however, Azriel sent all his fury to him as he winnowed.

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Eris had been staring at the itinerary in front of him for half an hour. Yet if anyone asked him what it said, he wouldn’t be able to answer. He had let his temper get away from him. He swore the day he killed Beron he would never act like him and yet- you came into his office like a summer storm, eyes and cheeks red from crying. He knew instantly he was the cause. And gods was he angry.

He was so angry at himself for forgetting again. For failing you again. But all that came from his mouth was venom he’d used for centuries to protect himself. He was wrong and he knew it. He wanted to tell you but you had shut down the bond. No matter how much he tugged and clawed, he couldn’t get through to you. Eris figured if he waited, the both of you would calm down and he could apologize. He would beg on his knees for you to forgive him.

A moment passed and he suddenly felt rage. Not from you, but from Azriel. In the next moment, the room filled with darkness, only blue siphons lighting the room. Eris was out of his chair but not from his own accord. The chair toppled and Azriel had Eris pressed against the wall.

“What did you do?” Azriel growled.

“Azriel.” Eris could feel his flames wanting to rise. “You better have a good reason-.”

“She left.” Az’s hand punched the wall beside Eris, the blue light pulsing on his siphons.

“What?”

The shadows didn’t let up, darkness still covering the room.

“She left Autumn.” Eris could see the tears now. “She left us!” Before Eris could ask further a note was shoved against his chest. “What the fuck did you do, Eris?”

“Me?” He didn’t even look at the paper yet. “If she told me correctly, you missed dinner as well. And you have less of an excuse than I do.”

Anger flashed in the bond and Eris had to duck to keep Az’s fist from connecting with him. Eris winnowed away to the door, out of the shadows and into the light. Some shadows were crawling on him still, acting agitated. Eris finally looked down at the letter.

I’m going to stay with a friend. Do not look for me. I will not burden you both any longer. I should have known when I mated to a High Lord and his consort, I would never be as important as the court. I was a fool. You’ll never be subjected to my foolishness again.

Eris stumbled, falling back against the door frame. Realization sank in and he read the letter again. You actually left. It was all his fault. His mind said this was ridiculous; it was just dinner. But his heart knew it wasn’t. It was not coming to bed until you’d fallen asleep, rising before you woke. It was the pleading looks you gave when you asked him or Azriel to join you even if for a moment. It was how he hadn’t shown you an ounce of his love for months now.

Then shadows suddenly parted and Eris looked up to see Azriel, wild eyed with siphons still pulsing.

“She’s in Summer,” he came around the desk to Eris, grabbing him by the shirt. “We have to go get her. We have to bring her back.”

“Get a hold of yourself.” It was Eris’s turn to grab Az and flip them around so Az was pinned to the wall, with his wings splayed out. “We cannot just winnow into Summer. Where did they say she went?”

“The palace.” Fresh tears rolled down Az’s face. “She banished the shadows when they found her. She blocked our rooms the same way when she-“

Eris felt the wave of sorrow from Az. He grabbed him and pulled him against him. Eris didn’t like crying but he couldn’t help but blink repeatedly, failing to drive those tears away. He would fix this. He had to.

Part 2

[akanemnon]

I saw a video recently where someone in Japan got a “Neapolitan Sandwich” from a vending machine, which is basically just spaghetti noodles and marinara sauce in between two slices of white bread.

Imo Kris would eat stuff like this on a daily basis.

Susie would probably just eat it whole.

Ralsei might need to be convinced by Susie to try it.

Frisk would be somewhat hesitant, but i think they’d like it.

Chara… I dunno. I think they might like it? Might need to add chocolate to it first.

Japan and its crazy vending machine food never seizes to amaze me. First the corn soup and now this... It's so friggin weird, I love it. But yes, both Kris and Susie would absolutely eat it without any hesitation and the entire country of Italy would hunt them down for it. Ralsei would have to be peer pressured into it and Chara wouldn't even touch it with a six foot pole. You could easily dare Frisk into eating one. They'd like it. Btw, can you link the video? I NEED it. Weird vending machines are one of my biggest obscure fascinations.

[suzukiblu]

WIP Game: Pink

The kid digs up a pair of beat-up jeans and a black T-shirt with an obnoxiously bright hot pink print on it that says "LIVE WEIRD" that they apparently consider acceptable and puts both on. The clothes are way too big, but there's a studded leather belt that Jon is gonna put even money on belonging to the owner of the leather jacket, so that should keep the jeans up and the kid can roll up the cuffs. Though the T-shirt is just gonna have to do its best, Jon guesses. There is absolutely nothing to do about socks or shoes or underwear, but he figures those aren't really that important right now anyway.

The jacket actually fits the kid okay, surprisingly, so whoever it belongs to must be on the smaller side. It's definitely still too big for them, but more in a "they'll grow into it" kind of way.

The kid grins when they put the jacket on, visibly preening, and Jon immediately decides that he is going to buy every single album that every single one of the bands on it has ever dropped. There is zero reason to make that decision, since who knows if the kid is even gonna like music at all, much less specifically like anything punk, but Jon decides it anyway. It's a thing and it's happening, that's just how it is and is gonna be. He is taking this kid home with him and they're going straight to the first streaming app Jon sees on his phone and just going from there.

Also, he's introducing them to Ma Kent's apple pie and neapolitan ice cream and Dad's spaghetti recipe and all the joys of junk food and, like . . . he doesn't even know what else. TV? Movies? Gender studies? Probably gender studies would be helpful right now, considering.

And Krypto. Definitely Krypto. Jon is gonna whistle for Krypto immediately after they get out of this stupid godforsaken lab.

[carlyraejepsans]

https://www.tumblr.com/steampoweredwerehog/733492467280838656

Die fool

unironically would love to try those. the only thing that triggers my fight or flight is breaking the spaghetti, but that's frowned upon because you need the length to wrap it around your fork better. since this dish is something you're supposed to eat with your hands, the problem doesn't come up at all. the frying thing is chill too, go ask the neapolitans and the sicilians, those guys are like the soul food of italian cuisine. they'll fry anything

[hjartasalt]

You may not be the right person to complain about this to but I wanna compare notes with you and also your followers. And I'm german, for further reference.

So... pasta and pizza have a lot of similarities, right? They're both internationally beloved Italian foods that have many variations (different in their added ingredients rather than modifying the base) many of which are named after places.

And since Italy only has a limited number of places, some places have a pasta and a pizza, at least if you go with the names we use here. Eg Siciliana is both a pasta and a pizza and the added ingredients are very similar. Bolognese is another example of this.

And then there's Napoli. Pasta napoli (usually it's spaghetti but whatev) is just tomato sauce here, basically the pasta equivalent of margherita. But then pizza napoli is some freak shit. There's fucking olives and anchovies on there?? Disgustang.

And it's literally the only place name pasta/pizza combo like this I can think of! The others either seem to only have one of them used commonly or they're the same or very similar. It annoyed me even more as a kid when I could never remember which one had nice tomato and which one had taste hell. Very annoying!!!

And then today I found out this doesn't translate to English! Their neapolitan pizza is a supercategory that most commonly refers to margherita! So now I wanna know, what is the pasta/pizza name sitch like in Iceland? Do you even do place names? And if so, any mismatches? Would love to know!

I have to admit I have never in my life thought about this so I do not know

[itzyinstagram]

yuna + ryujin instagram update

Ryujinnie's neapolitan spaghetti, half for Yuna, half for Ryujin 🍝

[purgatorybfs]

food names in alt id

[punigamefoodie]

Neapolitan

"Spaghetti was actually invented in Japan-kuma! Tomato ketchup is the key to the flavor, and it's a Western dish that has been popular at cafes for a long time-kuma!"

[medlabmech]

Spaghetti

Neapolitan, or arabiatta

With meatballs or simply Bolognese

A true carbonara, or maybe an Alfredo

But who could forget some pesto!

So many ways to eat spaghetti!!!

[cerealandchoccymilk]

boylunch (massive heap of neapolitan spaghetti)

[dessertdungeon]

Information to know (master list)

(This will update over time!)

General information

Information on the basic story

Information on the main characters:

Peppino(headcanons/changes)

Anthea

Information on the dungeon bosses

Strawbetty

The magician

Mute

Evi

Mrs Neapolitan

Information on the tower bosses

Pepperman(headcanons/changes)

The vigilante(headcanons/changes)

Noise(headcanons/changes)

Fake peppino/froggie (headcanons/changes)

Pizzahead(headcanons/changes)

Pizzaface(headcanons/changes)

Information on misc characters

Gustavo(headcanons/changes)

Brick (headcanons/changes)

Noisette(headcanons/changes)

Mr.sticks (headcanons/changes)

Pillar John (headcanons/changes)

Gerome (headcanons/changes)

The TwinCakes

Will add more tags to the post as more characters get info on them!

(Art at the end by @crowthebirb !! They also made my icon!!)