#noodle the king of dogs

[felidaefatigue]

[foodfarrago]

budae jjigae korean army stew

[sluggydrabbles]

FLUFFBRUARY DAY 2 - PETS & BABY ANIMALS

Nona liked school. She liked meeting so many new people and she had a job. The nice lady teacher introduced her to the class as the Teacher’s Aid and all the kids in the class said “Hi Nona” to her. She liked that part.

School was great even when it was frustrating. The nice lady teacher kept trying to tell her things and she was trying to remember what to do, but it was so much! The nice lady teacher was very nice about it when she forgot, kind of like how Palamedes was when she couldn’t do anything with the bones.

And now there was going to be a new person. Nona was starting to worry she was meeting too many people. Maybe she would start to forget people she already knew? She hoped not. She didn’t want to forget Camilla and Palamedes and Pyrrha.

The door opened and the nice lady teacher entered with a taller woman. But what caught Nona’s attention was the white dog by this new woman’s feet.

The dog was perfect. He had six legs, which was twice as many as some dogs she had seen, and a lovely white coat, and a long snout with a cute little black nose at the end. Nona loved him immediately.

Nona held out her hand to the dog and looked at the new teacher lady. “What’s his name?”

The lady laughed and Nona really liked the sound of it. “His name is Noodle.”

Noodle licked Nona’s hand and Nona grinned. “Hello Noodle!”

[valancietrinit]

oh my gooooood. the concept of harrow meeting noodle...........

[psychedslash]

And there's my least favorite one yet! Kinda just winged it designing her. Gave her the long braids she has on the cover and also I put a tiny hamburger on her shirt (but not a big cartoon hamburger guy, alas), and just kinda made it up from there. I didn't know what to do with her arms. So uh...her right hand is poised to pet small dogs and her left hand is ready for really big dogs.

Team choices are dogs. She has all the dogs.

Snubull in particular because its a small fae gremlin monster, while still being a dog.

Furfrou, Yamper, and Mabostiff sprites by the folks on the Smogon forums. I might update this a bit if and when they make a sprite for Houndstone. Big tombstone ghost dog just feels appropriate.

[jbm04]

Must be a Nona-night.

<3 Noodle

YOUNG & TRAGIC ⬤ // a sad, sad nona playlist

[davepaste]

something about sleep deprivation that make early morning overeating hit different

[baxndaid]

Hi, can I request lmk Wukong pining for Reader? Reader is a new friend of MK and Mei and new to the group

sun wukong, mk x reader (separate) i had to add mk in there i love him

wukong:

- while Tang gushes about Wukong, the monkey kings eyes are on YOU and you only

- he nudges MK with his elbow, “hey kid, who’s the peach in the corner?”

- MK answers, oblivious to the monkey’s interest with his new friend

- he defo tried to impress you (whether you’ve heard of him or not), he retells you all his past stories and adventures - probably exaggerates everything too

- "yeah then i arm wrestled with a dragon and won just by using my pinkie, pretty cool huh?" ok grandpa lets get u back to bed

- mei gets it straight away like nothing can get past her i fear

- very touchy with you

- like he’s touchy with everyone but with you it’s like constant touch, his tail will always be on you somehow even if it’s just grazing your leg

- insists on you staying over at his place for sleepovers and he lowkey guilts you into it

- “awww but the monkeys will be so disappointed! you don’t wanna disappoint them do you? look at them!” he shoves a little baby monkey in your arms and it strategically looks up at you like this 🥺

- whatever their king wants i guess

- i totally see him placing down unstable objects around the cave so he can conveniently “save” you from any falling rocks

- probs just an excuse to hold you dramatically bless him

mk:

- its so obvious to everyone in the room including you BUT u wanna see how it plays out for the funny

- you were pretty ordinary compared to the rest of the group but you were friends with MK after he, accidentally spilt ur noodle order on your shirt

- to make it up to you, u got a free coupon and pigsy got to hit mk over the head with a wooden spoon

- yea sly dog he left his number messily written in the food bad for you ok mk i see ur game

- takes u out with mei at first to get u comfortable but then starts to organize 1-on-1 dates hangouts!!!!! so cute of him

- this guy is a slow-burn type of guy, unless you make the first moves ofc, like he'll blurt out the most romantic shit out of nowhere and then go all like "PFFFTT WHHAAT? Must've been the wind! Mo did you say something?"

- ok man whatever

- gets jittery around you and stumbles over his words

- it’s so cute he definitely rants about you to mei in his room

- mei is excited at first and teases the ever living shit out of him but after a while she rolls her eyes

- “just TELL her already MK!!”

lmk masterlist

[kangaruthi]

nona and noodle (king of dogs in secret)

[thicccshady]

I Feel Like Fucking 2% Milk🤒

Eminem X Reader

✨️MasterList✨️

AI GENERATED IMAGE (still I spent far too long working on it)

Content: Fluff, Cursing, Vomit (800 Words)

It was a cold Michigan winter in 2003, and the king of rap, Marshall Mathers, was laid up in bed, defeated—not by his so called rivals or critics, but by the flu. His girlfriend of four months, Y/N, was about to experience the one thing absolutely no one could prepare her for: Sick Marshall. 

Wrapped in a worn fuzzy Detroit Lions blanket, Marshall sat slumped on the couch, surrounded by a fortress of crumpled tissues and half-empty bottles of Gatorade. His nose was red, and his voice was hoarser than it had been after The Eminem Show tour. 

"Y/N," he whined dramatically from the couch. "I think this is it… This is how I fuckin’ go." A sneeze loud enough to wake the neighbors snuck up on him. 

Walking into the room, Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Bless you.”

“Fuck you.” He pouted.

She carried over a tray loaded with flu-fighting essentials: canned chicken noodle soup, a thermometer, some ginger tea, and—because she knew him too well—a pack of Skittles. 

"Marshall, I promise you’re not dying," she said, setting the tray down. "You have the flu. People deal with this all the time." 

He sniffled, pulling the edge of the blanket up to his chin. "I feel like fucking… 2% milk." 

Y/N laughed as she handed him the tea. "Here, drink this. It'll help." 

Marshall took the cup, inspecting it. "The fuck is this? It smells weird." 

"It’s ginger tea," she said. 

He eyed the cup suspiciously. “Nah, I’m not drinking this." 

"Marshall."

He sighed dramatically, taking a reluctant sip. His face scrunched up. "This shit tastes like disappointment and hot water." He pause and looked at Y/N. His face shifting to a puppy dog look. “I mean, thank you. I love you.” 

Y/N gave him a playful shove and grabbed the thermometer. "Let me check your temperature, Mr. Mathers." 

As she tried to stick the thermometer under his tongue, he squirmed like a little kid. "Yo, stop! What if I choke on it and die? Then what? The goddamn tabloids’ll have a field day. 'Eminem Dies of… fuckin Thermometer Tragedy… Y/N to Blame.'" 

"Christ Marshall stay still!," Holding his head she finally got the thermometer in place. 

After a few seconds and a death glare from Marshall, it beeped, and Y/N read it. "100.4. See? You’re not even that sick. You’re just being dramatic." 

"Nah, rounding up, 100.4 is basically 104," he argued. Marshall flopped his head back on the couch. "I’m lucky I can still talk right now." 

Y/N smirked. "Yes, aren’t we all so blessed. God forbid you lose the ability to whine." 

Marshall grumped but couldn’t hide the tiny grin tugging at his lips. He picked up a spoonful of soup and muttered, "You’re lucky I like you." 

"You’re lucky I put up with you," she shot back, planting a kiss on his forehead before heading to the kitchen to get more tissues. As she turned her back, she saw the Lion’s blanket fly across the room then heard what could only be described as gagging from hell. 

“Oh fuck,” she muttered and grabbed a trashcan. Turning around, she saw Marshall pale as ever and covered in his own vomit. She was too late. Grabbing tissues she cleaned up his face as he sat dazed. “Marshall? You alright?”

He looked up, eyelids half closed, “Can you get this off of me please?” Ironically, his sweater was indeed covered in vomit. Had he not been in such an obviously miserable mood, she would have made a terrible “Lose Yourself” joke.

Getting that out of his system, Marshall was feeling a little better. However he quickly blamed the vial ginger tea for his “upset little tummy”. 

---

Later, Marshall’s mood seemed to lift—partly thanks to Y/N’s care and partly because she let him pick the DVD for their afternoon marathon. 

As they watched Breakin’ for the millionth time, Marshall mumbled along, knowing it word for word. Towards the end of the film, he fell asleep leaning against Y/N. She sat still, hoping he could get some much needed rest. His eyes fluttered open as he snuggled up a bit more. "Yo, Y/N," he murmured. 

"Yeah?" 

"Thanks for taking care of me. Even when I’m a pain in the ass." 

She smiled, cupping his cheek gently. "Of course, Marshall. But next time, try not to act like a shithead over the flu, okay?" 

"Mmm, No promises," he said with a mischievous grin, sneezing loudly right after. 

Y/N just laughed, knowing she would never trade this chaotic, hilarious version of Marshall for anything. 

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[felidaefatigue]

Noodle has entered the chat

[shogunish]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟮]

synopsis. satoru knows you're the closest thing to a mother megumi will ever have.

contents. reader battles with a kitchen stove (it was funnier in my head), a lil' bit of megs/reader bonding, soft and tired toru

words. 1.1k

note. pls lmk what you think bc i feel like my writing has gone 📉📉📉 but anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML, THE APPLE OF MY EYE, MY GLORIOUS BLUE EYED KING 💕

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3

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as promised, you're watching over megumi for the day. he's a quiet and somewhat shy kid who doesn't talk too much, but you're certain the little guy will warm up to you once he sees you around more often. you can't blame him; after all, you're basically a stranger in his home who's suddenly spending time with him until he passes out and satoru comes back home from work. you'd be a little reserved as well if you were in his shoes.

“so megumi, what would you like for dinner?” you kneel down to megumi's height and flash him a kind smile, head tilted to the side and hair framing your face.

megumi regards you for a moment as if he doesn't really want to say what he wants, but the smile on your face, the warmth you exude is enough for him to speak up. if he already gets to choose, he better make it count. “..macaroni.” he says, a pout on his lips.

“macaroni it is, buddy.” ruffling megumi's hair, you're quick to move through the kitchen, finding the noodles, preparing two pots and filling one of them with the right amount of water. everything goes as planned until you're faced with that fancy kitchen stove that does absolutely not work like the one you own.

damn satoru and the salary he uses to buy expensive shit like this.

you know it's a touchscreen model, but whenever you do put your finger down and the thing beeps..nothing happens. the stovetop doesn't even turn red to indicate that it's on and so you put your finger down a couple more times only for nothing to happen.

a lump sits in the back of your throat, cold sweat coats the tip of your finger. your heart skips a beat. if you can't even figure out how to operate your newfound nemesis of a stove, megumi would go to bed hungry and satoru would definitely be severely disappointed in you!

you can't let the attractive single dad think you're useless.

you cannot let megumi starve.

stuck in your own panic, you fail to notice how megumi has watched your..conflict by peeking over the countertop. even his dogs give you a somewhat confused look as if they could sense your emotional distress over a stove of all things. the boy walks over, nudges himself between you and your self-proclaimed nemesis and brings his finger down on the touchscreen of the stove like he's never done anything else in his life.

beep. beep, beep.

apparently, it's that easy to get the water to cook.

dumbfounded, you stare at megumi, then at the stove and back at megumi. you have to look hilarious with your lips parted into an o-shape and your eyebrows almost shooting up to your hairline if megumi's little laugh is anything to go by. “..that's amazing..how did you–”

megumi shrugs his shoulders, his usual deadpan expression back on his face. “i always watch dad when he cooks. it's not..that hard.”

you groan out loud, but a little chuckle laces into the sound. “..i'm too old for this stuff.” with pouted lips, you let megumi explain how to increase and decrease the heat, how to turn the stove off and on. it really is a lot easier than you initially believed.

when satoru finally comes home, the skies are already darkening. hues of dark blue and a hint of purple are slathered across the vast canvas, birds roaming through the air and seemingly returning home to their nests or whatever place they consider home for the night. for a moment, the bustling life of the city ceases to exist – at least until satoru would have to leave for work again.

no emails, no phone calls, no meetings.

clad in suit and tie, buttons opened and tie loosened, a sigh of relief sneaks past his pale lips when the warmth of his apartment welcomes him home. a place which was usually silent, almost void of any life since megumi would be in bed by now. but now, the scent of food lingers in the air, soft snores echo from the living room down the hallway and the tv dimly illuminates the cozy space. driven by curiosity and a grumbling stomach, satoru finds a plate of macaroni on the dining table. in front of it, a note is placed.

“i figured you might be hungry after work. all you have to do is warm it up :]”

cerulean eyes soften behind pitch black shades as they skim over the carefully written note and the silly smiley you drew at the end. you didn't have to do this. satoru could take care of himself, he's been doing it for as long as he can remember, but..in a way, it's nice to be thought of, cared for, even in such small ways you probably didn't put much thought into.

he likes it. likely, a lot more than he should.

satoru trudges over to the sofa in the living room, wanting to thank you for the food, but when he sees you passed out on the cushion, megumi cuddled up to your chest and the two dogs snoring at your feet, the ghost of a smile dances on his lips. you look absolutely exhausted, a bit of drool leaking from the corner of your lips and red crayon smeared on your cheek, but it kind of looks cute on you, satoru thinks.

the sound of disney's bambi on the tv is nothing but white noise as satoru's gaze shifts towards his son, his little bundle of joy. the boy who never had a mother appears so content with his little arms clutching his favorite plushie and his little face buried in the warmth of your chest, snoring just as loudly as the dogs. the kid is beat, just like you.

satoru has to shake his head. ever since megumi was born, satoru wanted nothing more than for him to experience the love of a mother. someone who would offer him unconditional love, attention, would care for him and his happiness in ways that only a mother can, but you are not his mother. you never will be.

in the end, you're still the cute neighbor next door who offered to lend him a hand out of pity and not someone who could act as megumi's mother.

and yet, satoru knows he made the right choice by accepting your help.

this is the closest thing megumi will ever have to a mother.

a sigh, heavy enough to be conflicted but quiet enough to drown into the late hours, slips past satoru's lips. with quiet steps, he fetches a blanket from his bedroom and tosses the soft fabric over megumi's and your sleeping form.

"thank you." he breathes out, voice barely above a whisper.

taglist. @torusmochi, @ayanominitrash, @erigaur

[whygaia]

Noodle, King of Dogs, making sure that the World is okay (the World has been soaking in saltwater for hours)

get it printed here

[docwritesshit]

Can I request Sick!Swk and Fem!reader?

Oh this’ll be fun

Sick!Wukong and Fem!Reader

Let’s be honest here: fucker never had anyone play nurse when he was sick before so he just pushes on

But he sneezed one too many times in the past half hour for your liking so you asked what was up

“Oh just a case of a celestial cold, it’ll go away with time.”

He says this as he is currently moving around trees, casually rearranging the landscape

You dragged him by the ear to the bed, pushing him down on it

“Stay”

“I’m not a dog-“

“Stay”

He stayed

You then texted MK for an emergency order of chicken noodle soup, cause you know this bitch doesn’t have a kitchen and lives off his hair and peaches

You then rounded up all the little monkeys, politely asking them to be less chaotic as their king was not in the best health

And these monkeys, they delivered

They started to clean up the messes around the mountain and the shacks, but you paid no mind as you were busy babysitting Wukong

Now, I feel like as soon as this bitch realizes that you are actually taking care of him, he milks it for what it’s worth

“Oh how my back aches~ can you please massage it?”

“Oh I feel so coolllddd, I need my personal heater… can you come a bit closer?”

To be fair to him, he’s not used to the one on one attention for his needs; he doesn’t know when it’s gonna come again so he tries to get as much as he can get

I cannot express enough how much this man thinks he has to handle everything himself. Please give him a break from the weight on his shoulder

Once the noodle soup arrives, he will ask you to spoon feed him because he’s sooo weak right now

Which is half true, once he actually sat down from his work, the sickness hit him like a fucking truck

But you oblige every request

He’s only this openly needy when he’s sick so you don’t see a problem that he actually communicating his needs, no matter how over dramatic he is

And that’s all folks!

[pennysperfectpolls]

Adoption poll bracket 3 final

Rob (the amazing world of Gumball)

Nona (The Locked Tomb)

Propaganda under the cut

Rob (the amazing world of Gumball) Propaganda

To put it simply, god doesn’t like Rob. Bro really said “mmmyeaa this one is kinda boring” and sent him into the void (literally). Miraculously he got out, but his home, familly and basically everything he cared for is gone. Not to mention he became physically deformed in the process. This 13 year old little boy is now homeless without a purpose. And no one seems to be concerned for him. Please give this boy a home, he needs some good parents to take care of him and a nice cup of hot chocolate.

Nona (The Locked Tomb) Propaganda

She is 19 years old but also 4.5 billion years old and also 6 months old. She has escaped from barbie jail on Pluto (long story) and has amnesia. She loves all dogs, but especially loves Noodle who has six legs and is king of dogs in secret. She likes eating sand, marker lids and luscious green vegetation and she does NOT like scrambled eggs because she has sensory issues and they are gross. She is not allowed to eat sand, marker lids or luscious green vegetation and she HAS to finish her scrambled eggs because she needs the protein. She cannot read but she is fluent in every single language that exists including body language. She is part of a gang with her friends from school. Her friends are called Hot Sauce, Born in the Morning, beautiful Ruby, honesty and Kevin. She thinks flowers are sexy and likes having agony aunt columns read to her. She’s only had two tantrums in her life and she can’t even remember them so you can’t hold that against her. Just about everyone who meets her wants to adopt her, and she was adopted by three people in two bodies but we can adopt her too because she has plenty of love to go round and honestly she kinda needs the supervision. Or she’ll eat sand.

——————

Nona is getting ready to celebrate her birthday and she wants to invite every dog she's seen in the city. She knows every language. She likes to swim and touch the jellyfish that nobody else can touch because they kill you. She's in a gang with some of the other kids at school. Her family's not sure who she is. The rebellion wants to use her. So does the empire. She's got a crush on one of the rebels. She kisses the emperor's daughter. She's dying. All she wants is a birthday present. Nona loves you.

[cryptidcr3ature]

Van der Linde gang and what dog breed I’d recommend them.

Dutch: Caviler King Charles Spaniel. He doesn’t seem like the kind of person who wants a hiking dog or something super high maintenance. Sure grooming might be a factor but personality wise, it’s the dog that’ll sit there, look pretty, and not really worry about anything.

Hosea: English Setter. He would do great with a hunting dog and based off the way he hunts, he’d do better with a setter. He’d also like the sweet demeanor of the breeds standard.

Arthur: Labrador. I can imagine Arthur and his dog playing together for hours. Everything about Arthur reminds me of a lab.

John: Australian Cattle Dog. Unlike the others, John has an interesting lifestyle for a dog. I believe grooming may be more of a chore to him, but he wouldn’t mind running around with a dog for a while. I also think he’d like the guard dog aspect of a Heeler.

Javier: Scottish terrier. I feel like he’d like a little dog with an attitude problem. He’d like the independent and confident personality and the grooming challenge of the dog.

Charles: Newfoundland. He spends a lot of time alone and is more reserved than most,so I think he needs a more mellow dog. Its large size would also help protect him while alone. I also can just see Charles with a big fluffy dog.

Bill: Schnauzer. I could see him with any size, but I think Bill would thrive with one of those stubborn ass dogs. They are so loyal and so protective, but so stubborn (I’ve had 4 schnauzers in my lifetime, I love them but you can’t tell them no). He also thinks the beard makes them look more manly.

Lenny: Standard Poodle. I think Lenny would love a poodle for its intelligence. He’d have it trained to follow his every command, but also that dog would be so spoiled. Lenny would just carry it around like a little dog because he would kill a man for his puppy.

Sean: Australian shepherd. He needs a dog as wild as him. The mischief they would get into would make a nun cry. However, aussies are super smart and Sean and Lenny would compete in which dog was smarter.

Trelawny: Borzoi. He needs a dramatic ass dog. They’re beautiful and so fast, but not known to be the most intelligent of dogs. All the love to my noodle dogs though. :)

Pearson: Lhasa Apso. He needs a crusty little dog to sleep while he makes food, and then sit on his lap while he sits by the fire. Just a throw rug of a dog.

Micah: AKITA! Mean sons of bitches. They are aggressive, but loyal. Micah would like the fact it would only like him.

Reverend Swanson: Chihuahua. He needs a nervy little purse dog.

I’ll make a separate part for the girlies. :)