#mister noodles

[houselamentation]

thank you for perceiving me as someone sweet :,) i'm so glad you like my posts~

and your mc 'unknowingly' kept a sloth little d as a pet? do they know it's a little d, or do they see it as a strange, magical little cat? makes me very curious as to what their relationship with belphie is, too! it's clear that he cares for them, but i wonder how that came to be...

I haven't made my way through all of your writing yet but you are very talented and, yes, sweet and I love how you are adding so much to the OM world with your original ideas and characters- (Godtongue especially intrigues me)!

My MC Ayla is ambitious (derogatory), eager for power and to prove herself, and prone to making mistakes and bad, even selfish decisions along the way. In the AU I share with @dcvilgrams, she is one of three human exchange students and the only one without any natural affinity (or even a tiny bit of skill) for magic. She tries to be important as a political influence instead. By Season Two, Solomon discovers that Ayla's powers have always existed but been dormant and are now beyond her control. She attempts a spell she has no business doing and that leads to Belphie wanting to break off their relationship but it's not just because of the pact they still feel so closely connected. The Little D is named Woodas. He is disguised as a little boy cat and more than happy to follow Ayla home and report to Belphie occasionally about how she's doing and ensuring she doesn't go too far. As far as she knows at first, he's just a really weird cat- which led to some hilarious Devilgram posts because she sees an orange cat but the demons see a Little D attempting the Long Cat pose or getting kissed on top of the head. I'm working up to writing a kind of redemption arc but "Mister Noodles" the "cat" is along for the ride regardless. Thank you so much for letting me rant about all this. I haven't posted nearly as much as I intended to about the OCs, however silly. <3

[inifinitypink]

Hell Parappa Community, please consider the following:

Sunoodle/Ramen Petals

[sightinghounds]

can i please get a uhhhhhhhhhhhhh triple stack noodle

[krissiefox]

I've been working my way through a playlist of Celebrity cameos on Sesame Street and some of them have been really funny! One of my favorites so far is this one where Bill Hader (Richie from Stephen King's It!) loses his shit over some dancing vegetables, it's great. :D Some other cool ones feature Robin Williams and Jim Carrey going full ham and being a lot of fun to watch, too!

Jim Carrey's musical feet feel remind me of Mr. Noodles' odd and chaotic sound effects, and his "sad feet" sounds are somewhat unsettling. D:

[reedrichards]

future noodle and noodle lover wit da spaghetti bday gift art from aysha @portwinestains wahhhhh 🥺💝

[dreadfutures]

He is so swaddled, so somft, so spoiled, at all times

[cup-noodle]

can dads please be normal about things for one fucking second

[diamantdog]

same energy

[aviisick13]

Wanted to do two versions one when he was younger and one currently

[envieluvvicixe]

Soooo Big hero six series' villains seem to be swimming in comedic relief trope up untill Momakaze, Diana and Obake lmao.

[slowparts]

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shoto todoroki is fucking shameless. and surprisingly clingy.

he’d done a good job becoming a little more social little by little. he’s still a little wonky and awkward during the few times he tries to make conversation, but he tries and that’s the good part. you’re proud of him.

you’ve known shoto since you were kids, his closest friend, you’d seen him through it all and you’re so grateful that he’s found friends he feels comfortable and happy with, though he always reassures you that you’re dearest to him, which always makes you a little too giddy and flustered for somebody who’s supposed to be his closest friend and nothing more.

you’re in the cafeteria chatting with your mutual friends, shoto had told you to go off without him since he needed to go the bathroom and you found yourself sitting next to midoriya when he’d scooched in next to you, happy to see there was still a spot for him at the table. you liked midoriya a lot, he was sweet, cute and most importantly he made shoto come out of his shell in a way that you regrettably never could, plus the way he flails around when he gets embarrassed is pretty funny.

(you did notice ochaco’s face going completely blank for a few seconds, but you didn’t think much about it.)

after a few minutes of giggling and chatting shoto shows up, and something is immediately wrong with the way his natural straight face goes absolutely dead in the span of three seconds. it’s subtle, but you know him and it’s there. there also seems to be a chill in the room now.

he’s at your side of the table in three seconds, but he doesn’t register your smile in greeting as his cold gaze is glued to the green haired boy next to you.

“midoriya,” and his voice even sounds a little deeper, colder as he speaks like he somehow managed to use his right side on his mouth.

“that’s my seat.” he states calmly.

“oh ! my bad, todoroki !” izuku splutters an apology, but shoto’s eyes do not waver, staying fixed on the boy until he grabs his tray and makes a move to stand “i didn’t realize this was your spot, sorry !”

you feel a little bad at how intensely he’s apologizing, but you’re still shell shocked about that look. shoto seems unfazed though, his expression morphs slightly when izuku goes to squeeze in next to iida.

“i always sit next to yn.”

it’s so stupid. really, it is. how fast that makes your heart beat. because shoto does always sit next to you, he always has and he still always does when you come over to his house. but it’s the fact that he didn’t say he always sits here, in his unassigned assigned seat.

he said he always sits next to you. and your mind and heart races.

you don’t get much time to think because immediately he’s next to you, sighing before sitting as close to you as he can. he looks over to you and you look back, still a little startle but his features are soft again when he looks at you. he drops his utensils to thread his fingers with yours under the table.

“ did you wash your hands, mister ?” you tease, but you squeeze his hand when he squeezes yours. he frowns but it’s not the one from before. it almost looks like a pout and you snort.

“yes, i did.” he snips, you giggle and his eyes soften. even as you assure him you were just kidding he doesn’t mind, he couldn’t be mad at you.

you offer him a bite of your lunch as truce and he leans forward and plops a piece in his mouth from your chopsticks, then offers you a bit of his precious soba noodles and even holds a hand below them so they don’t spill because he insists on feeding you himself.

your friends pretend they don’t see the lowkey romantic exchange, but with the way shoto keeps insisting to have you eat his food and the soft barely there smile when you crack a joke that manages to break through his icey demeanor, they can start to figure out why he wanted to sit next to you so bad.

[bunnys-kisses]

bunny love hiiiii, since i’ve been beyond satisfied with my last order at your bakery i’ve come again with more ! How about a chocolate cake with s’more and make in “on the house “ with SIR lewis hamilton

xx

bakery menu

want to suggest your own order? then check out the menu! i'm always baking up smiles! as for this return customer, thank you, thank you, thank you for coming back! also mister lewis using that accent for evil, tsk, tsk, tsk. i hope you enjoy the fic!

chocolate cake ("do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day.") + s'mores ("The accent gets to you, doesn't it?) + on the house: champagne (sugar daddy au) served by lewis hamilton

cw: smut/pwp, (slight) sugar daddy au, former mechanic!reader, cowgirl position, (slight) praise kink, couch sex

lewis knew he liked you the moment you got into his face, wagging a finger at him and said the words,

"if you fuck up my car again, hamilton. i will have your head!"

it had been a long time since someone was willing to bite back to sir lewis hamilton. the top dog of formula one, but there you were in greasy coveralls, your hair a mess and a look on your face that could kill. lewis knew he had to have you.

that felt like a long time ago, you had gone from mechanic to live-in girlfriend. you still worked, but at a local shop near where you two lived. when he said that you didn't need to work, you held your head high and told him you didn't want a large gap in your resume.

"i'm not your live in housekeeper." and you were determined to cover the cost of the streaming services you paid for, your own clothes and snacks on times off. he admired that, even though your wage as a small time mechanic couldn't cover close to the cost of the place you lived, you were stubborn enough to want to contribute something.

that didn't mean lewis didn't spoil you. when he washed the grease off your face and put you into something nicer you looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

even the little scars along your arms from years of tinkering with cars, even the scar on your chin for an accident in your youth was cute enough for him to want to kiss.

he had come home for the summer break in the season, riding off the high of a successful weekend. he couldn't wait to get home to his girl. when he got through the door of the house you shared, he could smell something cooking on the stove.

with his bags by the door, he slipped his shoes off and padded through the house. he followed the scent of cooking meat.

your voice called to him, "i'm in here!" and he found you in front of the stove, checking on the noodles you were cooking.

he broke into a smile at the sight of you, "how very housewife of you." as he slotted himself behind you and wrapped his arms around you. chest pressed against your back, almost putting a little too much of his weight against you.

you tilted your head back to look up at him, "don't worry, you can do dishes." then kissed his chin. you two still were snarky at one another, but it was all wrapped in a deep affection for one another.

he chuckled, "of course, my love." he said as he leaned in further to kiss you on the cheek. he remained close to you while you put together lunch.

despite all the wealth and glory from formula one. it was nice to sit across from you and eat an easy to prepare meal. pasta sauce with ground beef and noodles with parmesan cheese. comfort after a long time apart.

it was domestic, even though the house you two lived in was beyond wealthy. you wanted to give what you could in your own way. lewis could drip you in diamonds and finer fabrics, but he'll always crumble to his knees for his favourite mechanic and her home cooked meals.

lewis one jokingly said that he was your sugar daddy when you moved in with him. the next day you got the job you had now. maybe there was a slight sugar daddy aspect to it, but he appreciated that you helped where you could. he didn't need any "sugar" from you, you were rather unimpressed when he waved any kind of money around. so maybe he did suck at being a sugar daddy in a way, but he always let you know that if you got tired of working. he was more than happy to support his little mechanic.

"and what happens when i get old?" you asked when he brought it up.

"then i'll be old too." he winked at you.

with dinner finished, you talked with lewis while he cleaned the dishes. you admired his backside while he got the plates into the dishwasher and rinsed out the pot used to boil the pasta.

when that was all finished, you got up to grab the bottle of wine from the fridge and two glasses. but as you were bent over to grab the bottle, you heard your lover's voice.

"do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day." he asked as he brushed up against your behind, those strong arms around you, his voice in your ear. you squirmed a little and he chuckled, "the accent still gets to you, doesn't it?"

you admired one time over drinks that you found his accent was one of the more attractive things about him. when he asked what was his least attractive quality you replied that it was messing up your cars. but the fact that you found his accent appealing stuck to the corner of his brain.

you closed the fridge door, with no wine in your hand. you turned in his arms and draped your arms over his shoulders. you pulled him for a kiss. after a moment you pulled away and asked, "i guess you want dessert more than wine."

he chuckled, "well, i wouldn't call you dessert. i'd call you the whole meal." his head dipped down to your neck and kissed across your skin as you held him.

this eventually led to the both of you on the couch, you looked at the television screen briefly and chuckled, "reliving your glory days, hamilton."

his lips crossed your cheeks once more then replied, "well, they're only my glory days because you were there." you stepped away from formula one and to a smaller shop because you didn't want a conflict on interest within the team or if lewis left the team.

in all fairness it felt nicer tinkering with mini vans and having a few days rather than a car that can go over 300mph with a few seconds of time to work on it.

"is this your weird way to seduce me to come with your to ferrari?" you asked as you watch him sit down. he was dressed in sweatpants and a black t-shirt now, wanting to get comfortable at home. you had your hands on your hips and you looked very sexy.

"of course not, but if you did." he shrugged, "i'd put in a good word for you."

you pulled off your tank top and shimmied out of your own sweatpants. you got in your lover's lap and kissed at his jaw, your hands buried in the t-shirt he wore. you said against his warmed skin, "right, right. i think you just liked it when i gave you shit all the time."

he chuckled, "no one does it like you, my love."

you said "true." and pulled at his t-shirt until he got off. soon you two were undressed, in nothing but socks and you straddling your lover's waist. your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you looked down at him, "how much did you miss me?"

"do you want the nice version or the true version?"

you held his jaw for a moment and dipped into a kiss before you responded, "give it to straight, hamilton."

"i hoped you were watching every race, and then every night i went back to my hotel. and i jerked off to photos of you." he responded, "i think i need to take some new ones. i don't even think you have those panties anymore."

you replied, "if they're the pair i'm thinking, it's because you tore them off of me after monaco. you couldn't wait and we did it in the care. i had to pray on the walk to the hotel room that no one would notice i wasn't wearing underwear."

he chuckled, "well." he guided you onto his cock and kissed at your pulse-point. he relaxed against you as he wrapped his arms around you. it was almost a protective feeling being held by him.

slowly you sank down on his cock and gripped onto his shoulders. you felt pleasure lick at your gut as you took all of him. the noise you made was erotic and made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

you two hotly made out with one another as the two of you moved against one another. you panted heavily between kisses, his soft lips against yours made a thrill run up you.

you were so cute, to sweet to him. you rolled your hips up and down, you felt the heat in your cheeks are you rode him. like you had done a million other times.

he held onto you and kissed at your shoulders. he groaned against you and basked in your warmth. the entire time felt hot, he finally got to touch and feel his perfect little mechanic.

"you feel good like this." he panted, "so good on top of me."

"just as i like it." you giggled, "i know you like looking at my body. i know i turn you on." you leaned in once more and said, "and, truthfully lewis, you turn me on too."

"i guess we're a perfect match then." he said before he pulled you into a hot kiss. his hands were placed on your hips once more and pushed his cock as deep as he could inside of you.

his entire body felt like a live wire, like when he raced, being intimate with you meant the world to him.

the clips continued to play and neither of you paid much attention to it. too wrapped up in one another to really care about much else.

"my little mechanic."

"my pain in the ass driver."

you came first, followed by him. you held onto him while he held onto you. your lips pressed together as you moved against him. you melted under his tough and felt amazing as the pleasure hit you like a wave.

"holy shit." you panted.

"i know." he said as he watched you continue to move your hips. milking you for all he was worth, "relax, love. relax." his voice was warm in your head.

you slowed down your pace and rested against him. your chin on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. he kissed your sweaty temple and his low voice close to you felt so good. the after tremors of orgasmic bliss felt good paired with his sweet praise.

this eventually lad with you two cuddling on the couch. the clips of lewis races played in the background as you two kissed. letting his hands explore your body.

"i wish i could take you to every race. you don't have to be a mechanic, i just want to see you there when i win." his voice was low.

"then win it all for me." you sealed your request with a kiss. you were the mechanic that could stand toe-to-toe with sir lewis hamilton. and while he was the billion dollar driver, with you he was sweeter than candy and more electric than a live wire.

as he kissed you once more, you felt comforted. loved, adored. you'd see if you could get some time off work to be with him after the summer break. if he was going to keep winning, it was only right for you to be there. <3

[the-other-soup]

mister devil and his danger noodle

[nurse-floyd]

In Good Hands

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw x reader

You and Jake are sick and miserable but your favourite man is there to look after you both.

Taglist: @pretzelcat4-blog

This one is all for @vivwritesfics

The front door creaked open as Bradley made his way into the house, arms full with shopping bags from the grocery store.

He sat the bags down, placing the flowers he’d bought from the florist on his way home in one of your vases before he made his way to the living room where you and Jake were bundled together on the sofa.

“Hey, how are my two sickies doing?” Bradley asked softly, setting the flowers on the side table before kneeling in front of you both.

Jake gave a weak smile, his face pale and eyes glassy. “We’re miserable,” he croaked, his voice raspy from a sore throat. “But she’s worse off than I am.”

Bradley shook his head. Of course he’d be playing tough guy, even with a fever and bug that’d had him flat out for the last 24 hours.

You gave a somewhat pitiful moan of agreement as you buried your head in the crook of Jake’s neck. Your skin was flushed, and Bradley could see the exhaustion clear on your face.

Bradley placed a hand on both of your foreheads, tutting at the fever that still hadn’t broken. His heart ached seeing the pair of you like this. “I brought some ingredients to make chicken noodle soup,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and then to Jake’s, “and some flowers to cheer you up.”

“Thanks, Roos,” you murmured, your eyes fluttering open just long enough to give him a small smile before closing again, exhaustion taking over.

He went about chopping ingredients, and putting the soup on to boil as he flitted between cooking and checking on the pair of you. When the soup had nothing more to do then simmer until it was ready, he came back to the living room, two glasses of juice in hand.

Once he got another look at you, Bradley could see Jake wasn’t just trying to be tough and lying. You didn’t look good. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch soft. “You’re burning up, sweetheart,” he said with concern. “Let’s get you more comfortable.” He helped you adjust the blankets and handed you the glass of orange juice. “Sip slowly.”

You took a few small sips before all the energy you had was sapped from you. The pair helped you lean back and get settled as Bradley left to get a cold washcloth to try and bring down your fever a little more.

He settled down again in front of you, placing one washcloth on Jake’s forehead as he rang out another and began to gently dab at your head and neck. You nuzzled into the coolness, immediately finding relief.

“You’re too good to us, Bradshaw,” Jake teased, although it lacked his usual spark with how miserable he felt.

“Yeah, well. Anything for you two,” he gave him a tight lipped smile, hating seeing the pair of you so sick and miserable.

As soon as the soup was finished cooking, he ladled to bowls full and brought them in. He helped Jake sit you up, propped up by a mountain of pillows.

Jake gratefully took his own bowl, taking a small sip before he practically moaned around the spoon. If it were any other situation, Bradley may have found it hot. “Jesus, Bradshaw. Maybe we should get sick more often if this is the treatment we get.”

“That recipe is courtesy of Momma Bradshaw, always helped me when I was sick.”

He grabbed your bowl then, and dipped in the spoon before bringing it to your mouth. You opened your mouth slightly, letting him spoon the liquid into your mouth. Jake was right. It was good soup. You just wished you could appreciate it fully without being so ill.

After a few mouthfuls you were exhausted once more and were almost falling asleep as Bradley kept encouraging you to eat more.

“Where’s your bowl of soup, mister,” Jake whispered so it wouldn’t disturb you.

“Eh, I’ll get something later,” he replied, shaking off Jake’s concern.

Jake shot him a look that meant he wasn’t up for an argument. How he could look so stern and sexy with a fever was beyond comprehension. “Sweetheart, we can’t have you running yourself into the ground looking after us,” he gave him those soft green eyes that Bradley couldn’t say no to.

With a huff, he got up from his seat on the ground and made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl of soup and a bread roll and made his way back to sit with his two loves. Yeah, he was probably going to get sick himself, but he knew you and Jake would take just as much care of him as he’d done for you both.

[tejennnn]

Today is ASEAN day so I doodled my random observation about Southeast Asian* 🇸🇬🇲🇾🇹🇭🇵🇭 snacks and drinks in Indonesian 🇮🇩 minimarkets!

*Except Vi sorry because Vietnamese & other SEA countries snacks aren't available in common Indonesian minimarkets 😭

Details of each country are under cut:

Singapore 🇸🇬: Yeo Hiap Seng (Yeo’s) drinks and Nissin x Irvins cup noodle

Malaysia 🇲🇾 : F&N (Singaporean brand but widely available in Malaysia) Sarsi, Smax & Mister Potato (under Mamee brand)

Thailand 🇹🇭: Krating Daeng energy drink & Tao Kae Noi seaweed

Philippines 🇵🇭 : Oishi snacks!