#ifumie

[thezpr-zheparaiders]

Breakfaztov+LUNCH...#godisgoodallthetime #bakmielaperz #tahupete #pastel #choipan #sosis #bakmiegoreng #ifumie #xiexiebinkamzia #brownrice #nasicoklat (at Sigel Street) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpUpt1SOd9d/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pinkafropuff]

entertaining myself by picking which of my ocs would pick who to "romance" in ffxiv with their own lil people bc i know all their tastes...

[banabanabanabanaba]

i keep forgetting i have h//ifumi y//amada's face on the the reddit wholesome award as my desktop background and it catches me so off guard every time

[woknfun]

BUAT I FU MIE DARI INDOMIE //MIE INSTAN // GAMPANG BANGET

[restoharmonirasa]

Kami tetap BUKA seperti biasa, bisa pesan bungkus/TAKE AWAY & pesan antar/DELIVERY mulai jam 08:00 s/d 20:00 😉 Semua menu dapat dipesan melalui #gofood dan #grabfood Untuk keterangan lebih lanjut/delivery silahkan hubungi 08777-0980-888 (Call/WA) #nasiboxharmonirasa #harmonirasatakeaway #harmonirasadelivery #pasarbersihsentulcity #kulinerpasarbersihsentulcity #chinesefood #ayampedaskering #muntahuayam #muntahuseafood #kepitingsokatelorasin #gurameasemmanis #udanggorengmentega #udangtelorasin #udangsauspadang #udangsaustiram #tahutelorasin #kaylanduarasa #ifumie #ifumieayam #ifumieseafood #cumi🐙 #kulinerchinefoodsentul #seafood #kulinerseafoodsentul (at Resto Harmoni Rasa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CS1RP3-FvXP/?utm_medium=tumblr

[cindytaseptiana]

Selamat Makan Siang 🍣🍙 Eits... Maaf, ucapan ini buat yang lagi gak puasa ya! 😋 Kalau yang sedang berpuasa, ya selamat menahan godaan gambar makanan. 😅 Yuk, shalat dzuhur dan berdoa ada yang ngajakin bukber di @ichibansushi_id 😍 Semoga kuat sampai Maghrib yaa! 😉👌🏻Puasa tinggal 28 hari lagi kok... #puasa #makan #ramadhan #godaanpuasa #instafood #ramen #ifumie #sushi (at Ichiban Sushi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNrIzb4nNkL/?igshid=146hjx6j3e6zt

[sylviapermana]

Fully enjoying the time I have and do less :) 🧡🖤🧡 #230221#bakmigm #bakmigmjakarta #food #ifumie #toosalty #butyummy #dayoff #tuesdaynight #metime #happyhour #enjoyedthefood #foodism #foodaddict #foodlove #foodlover #foodphoto #foodinsta #foodforlife #fooddiary (at Bakmie GM - MKG 3) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLpBpFSHX5V/?igshid=zgestebqn2t

[mdp-maxroma1959-blog]

#Repost @warungjgeer #inrepostme @insaver.best —— Aku sih suka 3 3 nya yaaa... Apalagi kalau pedasnya level dewa, mantep pokoknya... Kalau kalian lebih suka mana nihh? 🤤🤤🤤 #miegomak #ifumie #bihungoreng #medanjakarta #jktfood #jakbarfood #noodlelover (presso Bagnaia, Lazio, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIQpFpsheuC/?igshid=n7u8npduoq8h

[ayampenyetkaktari]

Ifumie Telur Ala @ayampenyetkaktari Bisa di pesan Online ya @grabid @grab.mdn @grabfoodid #kulinermedan #kulinermedanmantap #kulinermedanhalal #kulinerhalalmedan #makananmedanhalal #ayampenyetkaktariasoka #ayampenyetkaktari #kulinerringroad #ifumie #ifumietelur #makanhalal #makanbanyak #makanbesar #halalfood #foodmedan #foodporn (di Jl. Bunga Asoka, Asam Kumbang Kec. Medan Sunggal) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEZPHMjBVX7/?igshid=101b4ym3525d7

[terryselvy]

ONE DAY _ Salah satu novel yang sayang untuk dilewatkan, bak hidangan di atas. Mereka serasa mirip, apalagi dilengkapi segelas kopi. Begitu sempurna. Jika novel 'One Day' ini di ibaratkan makanan, maka ia adalah seporsi 'Ifumie Siram' yang lezat. Asin, manis, asam, dan gurihnya terasa pas. Meskipun, untuk aku pribadi, inituh porsinya terlalu besar. But, it's okay! #OneDay #DavidNicholls #Friendship #Romance #Ifumie #Latte #ceritaTERRY #NyamAnCafe _ Item: IFUMIE SIRAM Rp25.000 LATTE Rp25.000 Novel Terjemahan: One Day by David Nicholls (dan judul Film yang sama) _ Terry (di Nyam. An Cafe) https://www.instagram.com/p/B84FTuJJl0k/?igshid=1tp8tts4ggxvp

[blacksophiehatter]

Comfort and Joy (2)

[Previous]

After sitting for hours on her back and staring at the ceiling, Ifumi closed her eyes in an attempt to think about something nice.

What? What can I think about? It's Christmas again, and I miss my family. I miss-

One, two, three, four, five, six-

I want to go home. I'm tired. I'm tired of-

Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven-

Pretending. That doing this will bring the dead back to life.

She stopped counting, her body sitting itself up in bed. Almost robotically, her feet shuffled themselves across the floor and towards the door- which was shut, as per her standard requirements- only to be stopped by...something. Something dense and strong.

"Where are you going, Master?"

His hands were around her wrists. She wished she had the will to curse him out, or make him let her go, but she could only stare at them helplessly, as though the idea of another touching her was so foreign that her mind couldn't make sense of it. "Out. Away. Why?"

"It's Christmas."

"Already?" She whispered. "I thought I'd have more time to be happy this year. To prepare to-"

"Shh. Sleep. Or else one of the new, more violent Santas will get you. Comprenez vous?"

"Comprenez vous....." She answered with a sigh. "But I can't sleep, Edmond. What can I-"

"I will sit with you."

And he did. For the next few hours the two sat on her bed- and at one point, a gentle hand pressed her awake- hands that were gone when she rose and made her way down the hall for some coffee- or maybe just tea or cocoa, as she hadn't brushed yet, and hated the feeling of coffee on one's unwashed gums.

"Boo."

She wished she hadn't jumped. It was only Robin, after all, and he even laughed when she smacked his shoulder to reprimand him for his trick, which wasn't even a very original one. "At least take off your No Face May King around me, stupid...."

"Someone's mad they got got," he responded, though he leaned on her a bit, and the two walked into the kitchens to make some coffee.

"...hey," she said suddenly, her cup filling up, "can you hide me for a few hours? Like you used to, when I first started?"

Robin Hood didn't respond to that. Instead he said, "If you wanna play pretend, ask the flower bastard for it."

She sobered. So they had been talking about her after all. The two never got along, but his refusal felt so much like betrayal that they had to have agreed on something. "...fine. Traitor."

"Don't be late for the party," he murmured, and though she turned to tell him she wouldn't be coming, she found he had already fled.

"....jerk." She sighed, and as though summoned, Merlin chirped, "Nn? Did you call?"

"...I did not." Ifumi began, though once the punchline reached her, she pursed her lips. "...I mean. That was kind of. Really funny." Her arms crossed. "Fuck you, by the way."

He seemed rather delighted by this, as though the words made him more energetic. "Fuck me yourself." Saying so, he put a finger up, "Oh, but while I'm here, I've something to say to you. Although you may not like it. ❤"

"I have a feeling you like that most," she sighed, crossing the room for creamer and then to swiftly exit. It didn't stop his words, nor the way they made her stop in her tracks, so shocked and so cold that she almost spilled her drink right then and there.

"You can cry, you know."

How exhausted that made her feel. "It's not my birthday," she answered with a shrug. "So I'll hold off. Until next year, maybe."

From behind her there was nary a sound; once the flutter of Merlin's movement caught up to her, he'd already snagged her cup and held it in front of her, just out of her reach. Before she could protest, he swept over to the sink and promptly poured it out.

“Wh-”

She was used to the fixed almost-smile on his features; the something that may have been “nothing” to take place of feelings he didn’t know how to fake, or wasn’t aware of feeling, always painted a strangely dismal (if not empty) picture of Merlin to her- but today, the smile had clearly dipped into a more neutral line, as though he’d acted with such purpose that he was becoming someone new.

“You know what-” she started, but before she could reach him, he strolled out of the room with her cup, flashed her a smile, and hastily headed down the hall.

The lump in her throat compelled her to run. The single straw- the last, she knew- would be that cup of coffee. Had been. Had to be. Because her eyes were wet with tears as the rage bubbled in her stomach, as her feet filled with lead, as her head filled with airy cotton and barely stayed fixed upon her neck and shoulders.

“Merlin,” she began, hoping, praying not to give it edge, but when her voice broke and she found him in the dark, wide-walled room she found the regurgitation of words was all she had left. “This isn’t funny. If you think being rude to me is some kind of joke, especially now then I think-”

He waited. Eyes bright even in the dark, she willed herself to look at him- and only him- as she crossed the threshold and walked past the door. When he spoke, it was not to her- though his eyes were still trained on her, bright and night-like as a cat’s would be. “Okay, she’s here now. You can all get started.”

Lights came up- though certainly not enough to blind her, and not from overhead. Around the room- the former planetarium, she realized- lay strings of fairy lights to highlight the map of stars above them. To the right stood a moderately sized Christmas tree with an black angel on top- an angel, she realized once she approached, that reminded her of her mother’s own- although she couldn’t reach up to touch it if she tried. Tables with various foods and treats- including sweet potato pie- lay just left of the tree; a couple of Servants, Robin Hood included, seemed to be guarding it from anyone who wished to eat early, and near the dessert table sat a freshly brewed pot of coffee. Last but not least, to the very left of the Christmas tree, on its own little table, lay a kwanzaa kinara, complete with colored candles.

“I-” The party…of course he’d brought her to the party but the party-

The party-

Her mouth worked but no sound found its way from her person. Certainly there was a first time for everything, and for Ifumi, being ‘struck speechless’ had not been on her bucket list, but could now be crossed off of it.

“You can cry if you want,” Merlin continued. “It’s dark enough that no one will see it that well.” And then, thinking about it a bit, “Well, I suppose if you squint. Anyway, who’s going to do that? It’s Christmas.”

So it was. She covered her face and took a deep breath, squatting for a moment in the middle of the room as the news caught up to her.

You can cry if you want.

So she did. And after she sniffled and snotted and sobbed, a few words made it out of her- albeit in hiccups:

“You guys are so stupid. I don’t even celebrate Kwanzaa.”

[pinkafropuff]

Albeit glossy for someone whose flames burned everything around him, his white hair was still relatively heat damaged like one had passed through it with a frying pan in order to make it straight. Ifumi would know, of course. In the old days, she'd done it to her hair more times than she could count.

So she said, "Have you ever thought about heat protection?"

He paused in the midst of bringing his drink to his lips, the subtle wafting of steam rising from a dark espresso as he overlooked a yellowing newspaper- probably a recent borrow from the archives downstairs. "...for?"

"Your hair." In fact, if she inspected his curls further, they looked a lot like her own. Well, more defined, but still. "It has to get irritating, right?"

He turned his head ever so, one golden eye sliding to glance back at her from his place on the most comfortable chair in the lounge. She wondered if he was torn between telling her he was a Servant and simply ignoring her. Instead, he scoffed, "What do you suggest?" which surprised her so much she almost vibrated out of her skin.

It took all of eight minutes to grab her own supplies; a leave in conditioner (detangler), shampoo, regular conditioner (for color treated hair, as it was always better), and finally, a curl activator and oil, all cradled in her arms as she held a wide toothed comb in her hand, and a rat-tail comb in another. The first thing she did after that was thrust the shampoo and conditioner onto the desk beside him, at which point she said, "Wash your hair first."

A leveled gaze. And then, after carefully setting down his cup, he said, "Is it that important?"

"For us." She said, though the 'us' was not to be understated. "Yes."

A huff. Then, "Can't you do without? Or is this simply an excuse for you to have a hand in my appearance?"

"Nope! Can't put all of this on dirty hair." She crossed her arms over her chest, stuffing down how embarrassed the comment made her. "Either that or nothing."

Was that a smile under his hat? He turned his head too quickly for her to tell. "As you wish it," was what he said, but when he rose from his chair, he headed out the door, going who knows where. Ifumi simply looked on, one hand rubbing her own cheek.

It was fifteen minutes later when she turned down the hall in search of him that she caught a glimpse the air, a thin layer of smoke coming from her own room- and there he was, sitting on her bed, a towel draped across his shoulders- shoulders that were not bare, like she expected, and instead wore a short-sleeved, white shirt to cover himself. He also noticed her gaping at him almost immediately.

"Well? I trust gawking at me is not part of the process." A sly smile curled at one corner of his lips, enough to make Ifumi swallow to keep her mind on the matter at hand, which was to....run out of the room, grab her supplies again, and, (rather irate) address him brusquely;

"Why do you always make me work so hard! Stupid ass man," before getting to work.

*

She was right about his hair being coarse- though, notably, no more coarse than her own when she hadn't taken care of it for a few days or so. Her grade of hair was tightly coiled and slightly brittle; though great at keeping in moisture when applied to it, it was also naturally very dry. His was no different.

The ends were singed. It would be best to part it and start with detangler before she got to oiling his scalp and putting heat protector on the ends. Aloud, she asked, "Are you tender headed?"

Another scoff. He did that quite often; she remembered being put off by it before, but nowadays she simply thought of it as a verbal tick.

"I'm only asking because I am." She scoffed right back. "My nana used to braid my hair really tightly. I got headaches all the time."

"Hm." Was all he said. She waited for anything else, but heard nothing. Somehow, it was a comfort.

Parting his hair was the easiest bit; with one hand, she threaded her fingers through the grey-white strands, measuring how much- or how little- he may actually need per section, and tried to match the amounts.

Ends to roots. She hummed to herself as she did, carefully coating each part, testing the texture between her fingers before she was finally satisfied and combed another part out.

"...it's thick," she said aloud in surprise, as its fluffiness pricked up near the back of his head, towards the kitchen. "I was sure you'd burned it all off back here."

"Hah," less of a scoff, more of a pleased sound from his nose. "There are few things that survive my flames, so I'll let that one pass."

"You better," she murmured, "or I'll stop before I oil your scalp." An exhausted sigh answered her, though she did not know if it was good or bad. "Look! It's going to be a treat for you, I promise! It's one of my favorite things."

"You are aware that not everyone shares your sensibilities?"

Gentle tugs at his kitchen. "Watch it, mister. I've got your hair in my hands, now."

"Hmph!" But he did smile- or smirk, as he was so inclined to. She saw it this time for sure! She even thought about skipping the curl activator for now. Maybe some other time.

It was time for the oil. When her hands reached his scalp, there was a jolt of satisfaction- her fingers traveling across each of the parts and then near his ears, stopping only when she ran them through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He had a very nice neck, if she wanted to be honest; though she wasn't into that sort of thing, she could see the allure, even if it was difficult to describe, especially where the skin met his shoulders, the sticky white sheer against his still-wet back. It didn't help that the ends stretched enough to go just below those strong shoulders, darkness of healed-over gashes in his skin peeking out where her eyes rested behind him.

"Have you finished? Or have you simply lost interest?"

His eyes are on her. Had her hands strayed so far from his head? Instead of answering, she found herself saying, "I could go for a cup of coffee right now."

The oil has done its job, but wet still drips from his ends. She cupped her hand underneath it, mistakenly brushing past his collar and close enough to his left ear for him to catch her by the wrist, enough to breathe, "Dantes-"

"'Dantes'?" Its tone is almost mocking. "What happened to 'Edmond'?" His voice lowered, gaze sharp but not so cutting to draw blood. "Or have you lost your nerve, now?"

"What nerve?" She whispered, though the words were no more than air. "I just-" Wanted to be close to you.

"Just?" Still he did not let go of her hand.

"Just," she began again, "want to finish. And maybe then you can come back next week, and we can do it again."

The lingering grip on her wrist loosened, but her hand stayed here, suspended in air, as though it still expected to be held. When she finally dropped it to her side, she found it was harder to fumble across the table for her original purpose, a small bottle of lightweight oil to protect the Avenger's curls from heat.

It was impossible, truly. 'Do you like or hate me?' was a childish thing to ask, but so was anything else. Instead, as she passed her hands along his hair, its greying texture softer still as she coated it in oil.

He said nothing else as she fluffed his hair out, then clapped her hands to her thighs. "That should do it for, uhm, now." It sounded awkward, lame words on a lead tongue, but it was best to say something instead of nothing at all. "Thanks." And then, belatedly, "Edmond."

When he stood from his chair, the towel fell from his shoulders; at his full height without his coat, he seemed less imposing than she remembered- though maybe she was imagining it. Like ascribing feelings to roombas and treating Servants as people, Ifumi had a knack for seeing things that weren't always there, which she knew was her greatest weakness. Still, when he turned his gaze towards her, a downward look that might have been critical, she found that without his hat one might even think it was soft. Amicable. Unoffensive.

And then he grabbed his coat and hat from off the wall in a way that made her wonder why he didn't simply appear before with them on. Like an old fashioned baby doll, she didn't realize the clothes could come off.

...the clothes could come-

She was thinking too hard about it, because he was already out the door and partway down the hall. "Wait, where are you going?" Wild. She'd never seen him walk so many places before.

"To the commissary," he answered mildly, and his voice carried within it something like a laugh, though he gestured a bit with one hand. "It seems I suddenly have a taste for coffee."

[xviicprc]

@pinkafropuffs look! Ifumi is here!

wow what a glowup

[siegfaerie]

Mastersonas!!!! Wanted to doodle out masters!!!!

masters as follows belong to

@xviicprc

@pinkafropuffs

@hizentadahiro

@panyum

@dontstalkhaleyshedontlikethat

@waverwhore

@chaldeamage-neo

@exmeowstic

[restoharmonirasa]

Kami segenap keluarga besar Harmoni Rasa mengucapkan: Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan Republik Indonesia yang ke 76! Semoga hari kemerdekaan Indonesia mampu membawa kebahagiaan serta kemakmuran bagi seluruh rakyatnya. Merdeka! ✊😃🇮🇩 ~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~ Kami tetap BUKA seperti biasa, bisa pesan bungkus/TAKE AWAY & pesan antar/DELIVERY mulai jam 08:00 s/d 20:00 😉 Semua menu dapat dipesan melalui #gofood dan #grabfood Untuk keterangan lebih lanjut/delivery silahkan hubungi 08777-0980-888 (Call/WA) #nasiboxharmonirasa #harmonirasatakeaway #harmonirasadelivery #pasarbersihsentulcity #kulinerpasarbersihsentulcity #chinesefood #ayampedaskering #muntahuayam #muntahuseafood #kepitingsokatelorasin #gurameasemmanis #udanggorengmentega #udangtelorasin #udangsauspadang #udangsaustiram #tahutelorasin #kaylanduarasa #ifumie #ifumieayam #ifumieseafood #cumi🐙 #kulinerchinefoodsentul #seafood #kulinerseafoodsentul (at Resto Harmoni Rasa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSqLKdVlZeF/?utm_medium=tumblr

[chaldeamage-neo]

They seem like they'd get along. I wonder what they're talking about ...

Food? Books? Birds?

Ifumi belongs to @pinkafropuffs