#udon stim

[puyostim]

noodles board! looking pretty delishos. anyhow

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[autistic-partisan]

ishikawa goemon xiii + japanese food + stimboard

for @radio-ghost-cooks!

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[aestheticstimboards]

🍡🍜🌸Yummy Foods Stimboard🌸🍜🍡

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[live-from-flaturn]

also!! chicken nugget kim if you feel like it? 🥹 i love him

here it comes... the long-awaited chicken nugget ficlet. I got sick right before his royal asslessness and this idea wouldn't leave me alone so... get well soon everyone.

tws: sickfic (Kim has the flu)

word count: approx 700

Title: "Sick Days and Chicken Nuggets"

Kim does not handle being sick very well.

Tankhun knows this.

So when Big calls one afternoon and desperately begs for help with wrangling the youngest Theerapanyakul sibling, Khun obliges. He swans into his baby brother’s apartment carrying all the necessary supplies in two thick plastic bags. Peach, one of Big’s newer trainees, is holding a bag of frozen peas to his face on the couch.

“Well that answers my first question,” Khun sighs. He deposits both bags next to Peach and digs through the first one in search of a fever reducer. “Things must be pretty bad if he’s busting out the kung-flu.”

“Excuse me?” Peach wheezes. Khun hands him a lime flavored ice-pop and pats him on the head. 

“The first thing Kim’s brain does when it registers a fever is panic. That means clearing unfamiliar people out of his space. Sorry you got punched.”

“Happens,” Peach shrugs. “At least he didn’t get anywhere important.”

Khun likes this guy’s attitude and level of understanding. He can stay.

“Wonderful! Excellent! Now you just sit here and eat that while I go handle the tiger, alright?”

“As you command, Khun Nu.”

“Wonderful,” Tankhun repeats. He tucks a packet of fever reducers, a rainbow stim cube, a strawberry ice-pop, and several band-aids into the pockets of his cardigan. “Here goes nothing.”

After two long hours of herding, wrangling, pleading, and threatening, Kim has been medicated, hydrated, showered, and tucked beneath a set of clean sheets. Tankhun and Big high-five over the success of their mission – and then Peach enters with a lunch tray as instructed. 

Kim dubiously eyes the selection of udon noodles and chicken nuggets (ordered upon the specific request of Kimhan himself) and reaches a shaky hand forward to lift his bowl of soup. He gulps it down scarily fast while Khun chants, “Slow down! Don’t choke, idiot!”

Then, with tears sparkling at the corners of his eyes, he lifts one singular chicken nugget from the plate and cradles it against his chest. “What have they done to you?”

Tankhun and Big look on in silence as Kim gingerly arranges the nugget on his pillow before lying down and curling up around it. 

“Uhm, N’Kim,” Khun approaches the bed. He’s shocked to find Kim staring forlornly at the lone food item. Regret fills each available space in his expression. “What’s wrong?”

“They turned him into a chicken nugget… How could they?” 

“Who did they turn into nuggets, nong?”

“Porchay!” Kim sobs. He scoops it up and brings it closer. “My poor boyfriend! He’s… He’s trapped like this forever now and I’ll never see him again!” 

Big leaves the room with both hands clamped firmly over his mouth. Smart move, Khun thinks. “What if we called him?”

“He can’t talk.”

“Right. Let me go call my witch friend and see if she knows the cure for nugget transformations, okay?”

“Good!”

Khun stands in the doorway, watching Kim as he listens to Chay’s phone ring.

—

Chay steps into the room and immediately feels two familiar palms land on his shoulders. “Get down and crawl to the side of the bed, okay? Don’t stand up until I give you the signal.”

“Uhm, okay?” Chay glances toward the bed, where Kim is hysterically murmuring lullabies to a semi-squashed McNugget. “Did his fever get worse?”

“Mhm.”

“Shit.” Chay shakes his head. “Who did he punch?”

“Peach.”

“The new guy?!”

“Yeah, but he was fine with it. Now! Bed!”

“Right, yeah.” Chay drops and scurries to kneel beside the bed. He stays out of view, listening with a knuckle between his teeth as Tankhun works his magic. Literally. 

“Alright, Kim, are you ready to break the curse and see Porchay again?”

“Yeahhhhh,” Kim whines. “I wanna kiss him.”

“Perfect! Because when I count to three, you need to smooch that chicken nugget and break the curse.”

“I can do that.”

“I know you can. Ready?” Kim’s nod shuffles against the pillow and Chay bites back an even larger grin. “One. Two. Three!”

Kim closes his eyes to kiss the nugget and Khun reaches forward, yanking it from his grasp. At the same time, Chay pops up from beside the bed and Kim’s eyes shoot open. Their gazes meet and the feverish singer shouts, “SUNSHINE! IT WORKED!”

“Of course it worked,” Chay slides into bed next to Kim and lets the older man wrap around his legs like a koala. He runs his fingers through his boyfriend’s damp hair, pulling the tiny knots free and making Kim purr deep in his chest, catlike in his contentment. “You always come to my rescue, babe.”

“Hmm, always,” Kim mumbles. He’s nearly asleep already. 

“Thank you, P’Khun,” Chay smiles up at his almost-brother-in-law. “I probably should have called in at school today, anyway. He needs me.”

“You have your own life,” Khun huffs in his favorite dramatic way. “He can take care of himself once and awhile.”

“Sure he can,” Chay acknowledges. “But I prefer doing it myself.”

“Shut up! You two are so adorable it makes me… Ugh, nevermind.”

Chay giggles at Khun’s back as he breezes from the room. 

“So adorable it makes you sick?” 

“Shut up!”

[ren-and-co]

Midnight Supper

Based on @halsbandfuchs TINR AU, where basically Strade is stuck inside Ren's body. God I am brainrotting hard on this AU

Also I'm basing this from a headcanon of mine heehoo

It’s midnight.

Ren sighs, his palm instinctively covers his mouth as he yawns loudly. His fluffy tail gently swishes from side to side, and the dark-tipped fox ears twitch, capturing every creak and beep around the small studio apartment.

His fingers trace around the side of his scarred shoulder, where he’d once carved his symbol onto this foreign body, an attempt to keep a fraction of his own identity in this unknown territory.

Not enough. He needs a more permanent solution for this.

You see, Ren isn’t the real Ren. Not currently, at least.

Right now, he identifies himself as someone named Strade.

Despite his twitching ears, the soldier managed to sort out the distracting white noises of the usual night from the necessary noises like creaks of the door or light thumps of his own footsteps.

The apartment’s kitchen is way smaller compared to what Strade used to back when he was still living in the military’s dormitory. The cabinet is packed with lots of seasonings that he is mostly unfamiliar with, contrasting to the lack of contents in the fridge, where all he can see is a couple of eggs, a nearly-empty bag of white bread, a half stick of butter, and a small pile of leftovers food tubs from today’s practicals in college.

At this point, Strade reconsiders his life choices, leading him to this exact point.

Grabbing a small tub of solid consomme and udon noodles from the food tub pile, he plans on making a warm bowl of beef udon to curb his food craving. It’s just a matter of reheating and assembling the parts in a bowl. Maybe add a couple of toppings if he scrounges the fridge deep enough. 

Spam can be a good topping for udon, right?

He shrugs. As long as it’s edible, at least.

Within 30 minutes, the food is finally on the table, served in what looks like a ceramic casserole dish, and topped with fried spam and dried parsley. It looks at least edible, appetizing even. Even the man himself still couldn’t believe how good it looked, and he’s been staring at it for a couple of solid minutes.

Strade would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of himself for properly using the strange stovetop thingy that lacks fire and not breaking a thing or two, unlike the strange metal box device that almost exploded when he tried to reheat a food item in an aluminum foil wrapping.

“Thank you for the food.” He clasps his hands together, a habit he’d picked up from watching the fox’s daily life, and slurps the noodles with a fork.

Oh. Oh, that’s a good food.

The tail swishes once again this time. His legs swing around, a form of happy stimming. The way the naturally cheeky lip pulls into an upward curve, a small fang perks out from the corner of his lip, and the light tangerine eyes sparkle as he shoves the entire content of the bowl into his mouth.

Chewy noodles soaked the flavor of the broth, and the oil from the fried spam added a nice addictive saltiness. The preserved cubed meat pieces have a slight crisp on the outside, and the dried parsley flakes give a light herb taste.

The little fox has again proven to the soldier that he’s a better cook than him. Saying that the consomme is good is an understatement.

He’d never eaten food this delicious back in his days. All he knew were blood, guts, screams and tears, and betrayal.

It’s a warm, comforting meal.

Tensed shoulders loosen themselves as if the weight of the pressure faded into nothingness. The sharp gaze softens, staring absent-mindedly into the ceiling.

For the first time in a long while, he feels at home.

[the-ipre]

Saw your reblog! Top five textures (to chew/eat)?

THERE ARE MANY GOOD TEXTURES

my own arm. at all times i wish i had a stim toy the size and shape of my forearm because it is Good To Chew

mochi!!!!!! soft and squish in a way that has just enough Weight behind it

raw salmon in poke or sushi yesssssss Yessssssssss poke in general is good but salmon especially? Miraculous

udon noodles,,,,, Joyous. u may be noticing a trend here of soft squishy but Firm all the same

mmmmm lychee jelly in bubble tea. i like to bite it into 4 long quadrants :]

[simplysurviving89]

Post about my trip to London

I realised i never made a post about my weekend in London with my sister, so if you dont like comic con, pokemon, shopping or ramblings about autistic traits and anxiety feel free to skip ahead!

So.. we took the train down friday, checked into the hotel, i broke my suitcase and some random woman checking out dragged us into her argument with the staff 🙄 ... so after all the drama we headed straight out to china town, picked up a bubble tea, custard buns and a pack of sponge cakes from a chinese supermarket. (They were yummy but i cant remember the name of them, they were sponge cakes with different fruits in the middle). Later we headed down to check out forbidden planet (a must do in any town there is one!), i walked out with a couple of blind bag key chains - inuyasha and dr stone. (Ill make a seperate post with my pulls).

After browsing a little we managed to get a booking for angus steakhouse, we were starving! The steak was beaut and we ordered a couple of the alcoholic bubble teas ... the pineapple/mango on the right was alot nicer than the raspberry!

After stuffing ourselves we took a walk back to the hotel, played pokemon go on the route and took out a few raids and gyms 🤭

Saturday -

Comic con day!

We didnt cosplay as it was our first experience, we just wanted to head in and see what all the fuss was about. We checked out the stalls, did the treasure hunt although there were no prizes left, bought some shit, ate some food and left 4 hours later 😅 .... this is where we both realise how much we have in common and that the both of us are undiagnosed autistic. It was way too peopley in there, so so busy, i was getting fed up of people walking in front of me and getting too close, i wanted to check out some of the panels but there was so much background noise i couldnt focus on what they were saying. My sister was struggling with the crowds too and stimming with her hands all the way around. We took 10 minutes out to eat food, ran through the remaining stalls and ran for the exits 😂 we have no chill and i am not social enough to sit and play the games they had set up, my social anxiety could never. I ended up buying a nintendo blind bad that had a few cool bits in and i bought myself a new pin bag which is adorable! (Seperate post once ive sorted my pins).

Anime restaurant - uzumaki

After we escaped the hustle of comic con we had a reservation for uzumaki, what an experience! The menu is all anime themed, all the walls are covered in hand drawn anime characters, they had bubble tea, the lights were dimmed which gave it an awesome atmosphere and they had a DJ playing some cool music, we had some anime osts, a pokemon remix and he threw some blackpink in there.

I ordered the chainsaw curry udon (chainsaw man) which was beaut!

Sunday we headed out to the natural history museum, my sister loves dinosaurs so i took her to see the latest exhibit, it was pretty cool! Ended up being her most expensive day with the dino merch she bought 😂

Sunday evening we had a reservation at Callooh Calley .. a cocktail place serving pokemon cocktails! They also had the lights dimmed which we love! They also had a spin the wheel thing on where when you order a drink you spin for a chance at lowering the price, 3 cocktails each later and we were a little tispy! Check out the awesome cocktails! ...

If you made it this far congrats! Heres a medal 🏅

Ill end it here and make a few seperate posts with other details.

[cravingforcooking]

Maze Soba

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[saltycharacters]

An ode to Udon

Bonus:

[ID: Digital artwork featuring a common ball python. The first picture is a doodle page, including drawings of the python full after eating a rat, watching an artist draw from her cage, nose looking comically big as she stares at the camera and asks for phone games, and a parody of the “autotune crying baby meme” but with the snake drawn as the baby, crying over having her humidity box taken away for cleaning. The last image is a quick, two panel comic of the owner stimming in front of her cage, jumping and flapping his hands, which alarms the ball python and causes the owner to stop. The owner then says, “Oh shit sorry Udon I forgot fast movments scare you. I’ll go stim in the bathroom ok”. End ID]

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[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 139

Day Two of the Food Festival!  This one has a specific request from @baelpenrose, which was fun to play with in the Low-Stim session (always on day 2).

To everyone who has reached out to tell me how much they are enjoying getting to see Sophia actually relax and just have fun for once.... Y’all are the best! It’s been fun writing it, too. 

New reader shout outs go to @corvallis, @penguin--person, @amphibiousuprising, @chip5-0, and I think @lostsoul8822. I think that’s everyone... If I missed you, please DM me, and I’ll add you to the next chapter.

On with the show!

The first day of the Festival, Conor and I ended up staying through not only Maverick’s shift but the one after, just so we could drag him to our favorite spots. Day two, however, Conor was on deck as Support Personnel as well as Maverick, and neither were assigned to me - for the first half of day two, we were in the Low Stim Mode, so I was pretty sure I could brave it on my own with everyone else’s proximity alerts and my own personal hyper-alertness preventing accidental bumps.

For me, the most exciting part was the different foods offered, and the fact that I could focus on just the food. Not having to ignore the other stimuli was a completely relaxing experience. The visual of the mural, with everything present, was still completely different in the even, indirect lighting. The dual nature of it was toned down significantly, leading to the overall feel being softer and overall more pleasant without being distracting.

Halfway through a very good pad thai, I spotted Derek and Sam sitting with Ivan and poking at something that Sam was clearly excited about and Derek was equally doubtful of. I circled around so they could see me approaching, and made a point to wave. “What do you think?” I asked, trying to sign as I spoke but hampered by the food in my hands.

“It was a good try,” Derek confessed, cheeks stuffed with something that had previously been on a plate to his left as a backup plan.

Setting my food down, I grinned mischievously. “Doing my best,” I signed, leading to laughter on all sides.

“You just told him you do him the best,” Ivan murmured, my face immediately flooding red.

“That is NOT what I meant,” I tried to explain out loud, over-enunciating while I clenched my hands in embarrassment.

To his credit, Derek signed what he seemed to understand I meant, emphasizing each sign. It was clear that I had gotten several out of order and added one that changed everything overall.

After repeating the signs and getting confirmation, I shook my head and sighed dramatically. “I tried.”

Ivan was trembling with laughter. “You. You did,” he admitted. “But that was… wow.” His head dropped on his hands as he shook silently.

“Souffle pancakes?” I offered, finger spelling the word souffle since I had no freaking clue how to actually sign it.

“Egg pancake,” Derek explained, poking the one I offered and contemplating the jiggle.

“It’s cinnamon sugar, and not gooey,” I explained.

Apparently I got that one right, because Derek immediately stabbed a piece and shoved it in his mouth.  The only judgement I needed was the fact that he dragged the entire remaining pancake onto his plate.

Sam watched his roommate before contemplating his own sample. Before he could even ask, I held up a cup full of macerated berries. “And fruit topping for you, sir.”

“Are those my berries?” he asked, skeptical.

I shook my head. “Bog standard, from the consoles. Your vegetables and fruits are being used in the other shifts. We didn’t want to give anyone here unexpected tastes.”

He nodded and dumped the entire cup of fruit over his pancake, digging in happily.

Ivan batted his eyes at me until I explained. “Sam’s produce has… unexpected pairings. Tomatoes that pair with cheesecake and wines, strawberries that really go well with steak…”

“The mango that goes with beer but not fish?”

“Yeah, that one. Von soil does strange things to produce, turns out.”

“Those matcha-edamame are amazing though.”

“For ice cream, yes. For tea, less so. They’re like… cooking matcha, almost.” I laughed. They actually worked better for ice cream than matcha did, oddly - reducing the sugar content but still giving the same flavor.

“One vendor on the last day is using nothing but my produce,” Sam announced happily. “They asked my permission.”

“That’s good!” I encouraged him. “They should always ask your permission to do things like that.”

“People ask with requisition forms,” he agreed. “Mona asked in person.”

Note to self: much more patronage at Mona’s normal spot, I swore in my head.  She specialized in vegetarian dishes, and honestly made some of the best fried cabbage I’d had in my life.  Knowing that she was so considerate of Sam cemented her as my new favorite takeaway place.

After a little more chat, I finally waved my goodbyes to everyone and strolled slowly to the next tempting stall. I wasn’t really in any hurry, and did more people-watching than I did eating. Latkes were infinitely more interesting when I could overhear people arguing over family recipes.  A small bowl of udon was delicious, but not nearly as flavorful as the discussion around hot versus cold, what to top them with, egg or no egg… the only thing anyone seemed to agree on was that the smiling vendor ‘obviously’ ground their own flour, because the flour provided by the consoles was the wrong texture.

Another mental note: don’t learn to make udon.  Despite what I had previously believed, it takes a lifetime to make it right, turns out.

Wandering further down, I was delighted by the discovery of something that was very clearly Hannah’s doing: demonstrations of older food prep techniques.  Simon winked at me as he carried on a demonstration of - insanely - how to hand pull toffee. I didn’t know he could do that. Muna was demonstrating the correct way to make chapatis and handing them out as fast as she was making them. Clearly, she had been making them her whole life, because at no point did I actually see her look at them, but every single one was perfect.

Laughter erupted over my shoulder, and I whipped my head around to see the source. After wading through a crowd of smiling faces, I couldn’t help but join in.  There, right in front of the entire Ark, was Maverick trying to flip takoyaki as fast as the person demonstrating, and ending up with just a mess of octopus and batter on his side.  Both Maverick and the person guiding him were smiling, though, and in the end, the vendor handed Maverick four perfectly-round balls and quickly devoured all of the - less shapely, so to speak - ones on my partner’s side.  With an exuberant cheer and extending his arms wide to the crowd, the man exclaimed “The first takoyaki of a new student are always my favorite! Nothing tastes better!”

After bowing to his sensei, Maverick turned and spotted me, face still flushed with laughter.  He offered his food to a smaller man I did not recognize, who must have been the person Maverick was Supporting, before waving to me and continuing on.  Despite the urge to crush him in a hug, I forced my feet to stay in place and reminded myself that he was working.

By the time I trusted myself not to race after him, I realized someone had been trying to get my attention and had resorted to messaging me rather than shouting. “Phee, I don’t know what la-la land you are lost in, but look 100 yards to your four.”

The hell was Arthur doing here? He wasn’t scheduled to work this shift, as far as I was aware.  Craning my neck over my shoulder, I turned to see… Apparently a hallucination. It had to be.  There was no chance in any of the nine hells that Arthur Farro was dishing out spaghetti, much less smiling while doing it.

Almost dreamlike, I found myself drifting over to confirm that I was wrong, only to be startled when he shoved a plate with not only spaghetti but two gorgeous pieces of garlic bread under my nose. “Special plates, you can’t smell anything unless it’s on purpose.”

“You… Spaghetti?” I asked, eloquent as ever.

“Family recipe.”

“Leaning into the stereotype a bit, aren’t you?” I asked carefully before shoving as much of one thick, crusty piece of toast in my mouth as I could.

He shook his head. “Anyone who tells you their family is Italian and denies having a family recipe for anything is a damned liar.”

Skeptically, I took a bite. It was amazing. “Ah ee deh rehahee,” I tried to get out around the heap of pasta I was steadily shoving in my mouth.

“Maverick is a very bad influence on your table manners,” he observed drily, plating more portions and handing them out. “And no. Not happening.”

“You know I can cook.”

“Not the point. I also know that you will fiddle with it until it is unrecognizable, so there’s really no point in giving it to you.”

Defiantly, I took a smaller bite and chewed carefully. “Garlic, onions, obviously. Sausage and minced… Lamb? But that’s probably just for this session, knowing you it’s spicy sausage regularly.  I’m not getting carrot, though, so no soffritto? Unexpected…. Is that thyme, I’m tasting?”

“Rosemary, you heathen. And you’re still wrong.”

I mumbled to myself. “What did I get wrong? It’s gotta be the lamb… maybe he does usually use the lamb? I’m certain it is lamb…”

“It is lamb, and no, I don’t usually use it. But you left several things out.”

I stared at the plate again, confused. “I didn’t think I needed to mention the tomatoes….”

“Basil… oregano….” he drawled.

“Duhhh?” I poked through the last bite on my plate, sniffing it, trying to figure out what I was missing. “Fine, you win, I’m lost.”

“Mushrooms, Sophia. There’s mushrooms. Jeezus. It was an easy one, too.”  He showed me a bowl full of what looked like cooked and crumbled sausage, only for me to realize it was the tiniest diced mushrooms I had ever seen in my life.

“I am dying to know how you got them that small.”

“With a knife?” He arched an eyebrow at me as he turned to start another batch of sauce.

“Yeah, no shit, Arthur.”

“Correct, there is no shit in the spaghetti,” he confirmed cheekily as the vegetables started sizzling.

“Asshole,” I laughed, scraping the remaining sauce from my plate with the piece of bread I saved just for that purpose. Just as I was frowning at the sauce-less plate and remaining half-piece of bread, a scalding hot dollop of fresh sauce invaded my vision.

“You love me, because I won’t let you frown at your bread like that.”

Fiiiinnnne I sighed in my head as I shoved a piece of saucy, saucy bread into my cheeks and waggled my fingers to let him get back to work.

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[sea-cupid-archive]

Home-made noodles and pink milk!! Its the most fun to eat colorful food!

[whatstodaysstim]

Goog stim: tempura udon instant noodles with a bit of sriracha. Instant noodles are a super comfort food for me.

My sister loves noodles too!! She eats them pretty much every other day XD I’m really happy you could have your comfort food today, I love it whenever I can!!!