#shoukugeki

[throw-the-salt-back]

K this is the last Food Wars fanart I did it's the cute baker 🤗

[cardboard13]

Posted the next chapter! (Finally!)

Next up, CelebrityChef!

[animemusicbrackets]

Anime OP Showdown!!!: Round 1D

"99" - MOB CHOIR (Mob Psycho 100)

VS

"Kibou no Uta" - Ultra Tower (Food Wars)

[khyreezy]

Vibing with Kirby: Cook Kirby

[neenack]

Just finished my rewatch of all seasons of Shakugan no Shana (still haven't watched the S OVAs yet). Looks like I'll be rewatching it again very soon 'cause no one has jumped on the comedic absurdity this series has to offer

[otakusparkle]

Identity V Announcement

Puppeteer (Matthias Czernim) Japanese Voice actor/ Seiyuu revealed!

Hanae Natsuki

Known Role :

- Kamado Tanjiro (Kimetsu No Yaiba)

- Kaneki Ken (Tokyo Ghoul)

- Haise Sasaki (Tokyo Ghoul)

- Kokonoi Hajime (Tokyo Revengers)

- Vanitas (Vanitas no Karte)

- Yagami Taichi (Digimon)

- Kaizuka Inaho (Aldnoah Zero)

- Elam (Arslan Senki)

- Riddle Roseheart (Twisted Wonderland)

- Ashuu Yuuta (B-Project)

- Sera Rikka (Tsukino Production)

- Tomoe Hiyori (Ensemble Stars)

- Natsume Ryuu (Paradox Live)

- Hoshitani Yuuta (Highschool Star Musical)

- Kominato Haruichi (Daiya No Ace)

- Nicolas Brown (Gangsta)

- Higekiri (Touken Ranbu)

- War Cell (Mashle)

- Makabe Masamune (Masamuke-kun no Revenge)

- Yorha 9S (Nier Automata)

- Arima Kousei (Shigatsu Wa Kimi no Uso)

- Grice Falco (Shingeki No Kyojin)

- Takumi Aldini (Shoukugeki no Souma)

[morverenmaybewrites]

i feel like i've never seen u wrote anything about food scene before. like describe how it cook,material,texture,raw,like shoukugeki no soma- nvm i was just rambling

Probably because I'm not much of a foodie. Nor do I know what Shoukugeki no Soma is.

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she’s deaf to the sirens, blind to his injuries. She’s cradling him gently, lovingly, humming a song — nothing special; a theme song from a cartoon he used to love. Her cheek rests gently against his head, rocking gently. He’s in her arms again. in this moment, all she can think is that to rip the same child from his mother’s arms twice is a cruelty she could never forgive. Her voice shakes, but her grasp around him is tight. “it’s going to be alright, Touya.” She whispers, brushing sweat from his brow. “I’ve got you. Mama’s got you. I won’t let you go, this time. I’ll never let go again.”

she’s shaking, she’s cold. just like she always was. his head against his chest and idly feeling her heart beating, eyes vacant and staring towards the ceiling, sirens drowning out the hum he wish he could place. sazae-san ?? he thinks it is, touya can’t think entirely straight at this moment. his hands were throbbing, dull pain, his joins ached and his mouth was dry. he needed water, but there’s no way in hell he’s about to ask to move. this is the one thing he’s wanted, his family, his mother, to see his face, recognize him. to think, dabi spent years of his life running from them, avoiding them like the plague, only to yearn to be held again like he was a child, his mother cradling him ... the concept scared him in concept, in theory. in reality, it’s causing him to dissociate, think about the years she must’ve spent by herself while he escaped and planning the big moment where he’d expose their secrets for everyone to see.

hair been covered in ash to hide red streaks that were bleached red by the stress of trauma and wishes to fade from existence. blue eyes, heavy as they drag from tiled ceiling to mother as she speaks. 

               it’s going to be alright, touya.

          i’ve got you. mama’s got you.

     i wont let you go, this time.

it makes him laugh, dry and humourless, once and fading into the nether. if he wasn’t hurting so badly, it’d probably spark more. quiet giggles, delirium as he shuts his eyes and coughs between them. warm hand of touya’s moved from where it was grasping her arm to find one of her hands, dull heat thawing her frigid digits. how he wanted to argue with her, remind her that he’s a murderer. killed her husband, the man who abused her and her children, the number one hero, along with upwards of thirty innocent people.

                   i should be no son of yours.

he thinks, eyes shutting as sirens blaring gets louder. sounds of engines dying down signals to him, his time’s up. touya todoroki’s being dragged to the highest security prison, never to see the light of day again, never to live the life with his family he deserved to live. being ripped away from his mother in the cruelest fashion, and he knows whatever hell they’re going to get from rei will only fuel his heartache further. 

don’t mistake his pain for regret. truth is, if he had to do it again, he would. if there was another endeavour, if enji todoroki lived, he wouldn’t ease into the police’s desires. touya would rip himself from his mothers arms and disappear again if it meant the ending to their suffering, a different expose on how enji ruined his family’s life and no amount of atonement will ever fix that, despite how hard he tries.

                                   it’ll never be good enough.

touya’s breathing is shallow and quiet, tilting his head a bit just to be closer to her. she’s as cold as the winter’s nights and he’s a raging furnace due to hell flames licking his insides, but he’s never felt warmer. safer, despite knowing he’ll be in handcuffs and jumpsuit soon. “rei,” he croaks out, voice raw and tired. almost human again. “you have to let me go.” 

he knows she doesn’t want to. he doesn’t want this, either. never once did he think he’d yearn for this, yearn for his family to embrace him past recognizing his features, but once he’s gotten it, he doesn’t want to give it up. but dabi staying around would only cause more strife, more grief. they’d never live in the peace touya wants for them if he tried to be a part of the family. he doesn’t want to, anyways.

“mom.” it’s the first time he’s said that, called her that, in a decade, “you have to let me go.”

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This one-shot to commemorate that we're now #5. I'm also over 100,000 words on AO3.

“What?” Nene glared murder out from under her blankets, only to find a panicked Isshiki standing in her room. “Gah!” Isshiki exclaimed, horrified. Certainly, that wasn’t Isshiki’s horrified scream about the current physical appearance of Nene, right? Because Isshiki should rue the day he decided it was a good idea to wake up Kinokuni Nene at eight in the morning. The next time he decided that it was a good idea, he better think twice, or Nene would bury his body in the middle of the forest. “I have an emergency,” Isshiki says, turning his head and averting his eyes. “What?” Nene repeats. Never let it be said that Nene was intelligible when it came to mornings. Perhaps that had managed to snap Isshiki back to the matter at hand, who whispered. “My mother is here.”

Isshiki’s mother decides to come to the Totsuki campus for a visit. For some reason, she is under the impression that her son is currently dating Kinokuni Nene.

All Nene wants to do is go back to sleep.

[20thcentury-kylo]

Have some Isami doodles

(The 2nd one is horrible so im not coloring it :p)

[haeroics-a]

@shoukugeki​​   /   for y’know pt 2.

   “ could you quit your sulkin’ for five seconds. i’m tryin’ to cook, unless you wanna cook with us then, y’know. do so.  ”

[nakhama-a]

      ‘   . . .   you really think this is a good idea  ?   ’   the boy is sweet,   she’ll give him that much   ;   he’s a boy with a good heart and a decent head on his shoulders,   but he’s also just that.   a boy.   and shouko isn’t idealistic enough to believe that kind of naivety would survive this kind of life.

she watches her feet as she takes each step down with a little bounce, hands in the pockets of her coat.   she’s itching for a cigarette.   ‘   this isn’t something a kid should be expected to handle.   you think he’ll be able to take it  ?   ’

@shoukugeki​,   gojo satoru.

[jikangai-a]

@shoukugeki​ || mean girls ! 

‘ woah, who’s at that table over there ? ‘ 

[torisaysyeet]

so I’m watching Food Wars, right?

Shin no Sara is the fourth season.

WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE I’M MISSING SOMETHING?! LIKE I’M MISSING A WHOLE SEASON?! WHAT HAPPENED!! I’M SO CONFUSED

[pruinesce-a2]

She’s ice cold to the touch — Colder than he’s used to. He knows this is something to worry about because she always talks to him, and now she isn’t. ( Yumi, wake up, you’re too cold ). He pushes past and wraps his arms around her, and they’re right. She is. She is. Slowly, his entire body warms up, like a slow flame to the hearth. he cradles her. The same hands that would tear the world apart brick by brick hold her close. “Wake up, Fuyumi. Come on...wake up.”

todoroki family drama  /  haha here we go.

from the outside,   fuyumi looks like death.   her hands are blue and so are her lips.   she cradles her head in her arms,   knees drawn to her chest,   even though underneath them her eyes are wide and unblinking,   and ice cracks and creeps up to the ceiling behind her. for her there is a comfort in it;   miles away,   there is another woman with the same cold emanating from her fingertips,   the same grief spilling over.

inside,   fuyumi is small again.   the years bleed into each other:  she is five,   she is ten,   she is thirteen,   and fuyumi doesn’t know what to do.   she is twenty-three,   and fuyumi doesn’t know what to do.   she has held so much between her ribs,   in her lungs,   in her heart,   and in seconds,   the hands that used to keep her so warm have ripped it all from her chest.   if she looks down,   what will she find there?   is she bleeding?   if she looks down, will there be a hole where her heart should be?   her fingertips have turned to ice now.   her lashes have crystalized.  frost flowers across her skin.   her coworkers stand dumbfounded,   eyes wide,   speechless around her.   the ice emanating from her huddled form begins to creep after them,   too;   go away,   it says.   you can’t touch me.   you can’t hurt me.

when kenta finds her curled up in the hall,   surrounded by people who do nothing,   who always do nothing,   he rushes forward to gather her in his arms.   the ice on the ground cracks and grows and bites at his feet, but he doesn’t care.   it melts under his feet.   his soles are on fire and his heart is breaking.   

wake up,   fuyumi,   he says.   there’s a desperation in his voice.   she wishes she could.   she wishes this was all a dream.   wake up.