#ff miso

[mastercattendant]

Master Cattendant knows how to keep Miso Soup out of trouble! Not even someone as sinful as Miso would do something as blasphemous as disturbing a sleeping cat to get out of his meditation!

[yatau]

[thats-miss-spider-to-you]

Plum Juice + Miso >>>>>>> Milk

[ice-arena-meltdown]

Shipping and Headcanons (because I'm fanboy trash)

OT4: Black Tea, Milk, Coffee, and Chocolate

- Milk and Black Tea are old lovers.

- Coffee has a weakness for Milk (See what I did there? Weak coffe? Ha... no, okay.), who takes on the role of caring onee-san to him.

- When Black Tea trains, of course Milk following her for some quality time together and to make sure her gunpowder girlfriend doesn't hurt herself or push herself to hard, Coffee comes along, and Black Tea guides him in offense while Milk guides him in support.

- Chocolate, usually a dominant *ahem* personality, develops a deep and aching crush on Coffee. The first time he heard that dark, rich voice call "Are you ready... to sink into the abyss~?" poor Chocolate wanted HARD to be put under that tide. He plays it hella cool, though. Because he's Chocolate.

- Brownie hangs out with them sometimes, when not waiting on his Master Attendant to call on him. He just feels at home with Milk and Chocolate.

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OT3: Sanma, Tenpura, and Miso Soup

- All three of them are loving boyfriends to the others, as a clustered polycule, not a love triangle.

- Bamboo Rice hangs out with them sometimes, but doesn't get the dynamic at all.

"Ah, friends!"

"Yes... friends. This ia a... friend hang-out."

- The three share an appartment, well, the three and Sanma's cats. They spend the evenings sprawled over each other on the couch/floor watching Netflix.

- On that note, Tempura throws popcorn at his two boyfriends. While Miso scolds Ten for wasting food, he still giggles and throws back the popcorn that's already in the ground. Meanwhile, Sanma tries to scoop up as much of the popcorn as he can so his cats don't eat it.

- Miso Soup and Sanma meditate together while Tenpura does Tae Bo (Sorry for the Chinese/Japanese split, but they do live in a multicultural society :/ ). Miso and Sanma discuss Pure Land vs. Zen Buddhist Texts, and Tenpura chimes in every once in a while with Taoist philosophy and Sun Tsu's Art of War.

[ice-arena-meltdown]

Beyond Earthly Pleasures, chapter 2

Miso Soup x (currently ambiguous) Master Attendant

SFW

By Kit, for Anon

Chapter 1

Each lunch became exciting to you. You started cooking his favorite dishes more often, in the mornings, and packaging up the leftovers for that night. You payed more attention to the restaurant floor, enjoying little observations you made about certain customers and spinning them into anecdotes to tell Miso that afternoon. On away missions through the lands infested by Fallen Angels, you would take note of the exotic and pure beauty of the wilderness, and share that appreciation when your conversations turned to spirituality. Even Miso himself seemed to be looking forward to each lunch. The food he had snuck from the kitchens would be untouched, or his books not even opened, while Miso would gaze up at the clouds with an expression of pure bliss, one that wouldn’t fade when he saw you approach.

He began to open up about his past, the more often you talked. He would describe days spent in debauchery, drunkenness, and depravity. You were shocked by all the… lechery, he used to participate in.

“When was this?” you asked, no doubt getting dirt in your hair as you turned your head.

Miso lay in the grass beside you, eyes to the sky as he peered into old memories. “Oh, several Master Attendants ago,” he answered dismissively. Sighing, he continued. “But whenever I think back to those days, wallowing in vice… I can’t help feeling nostalgic.”

After a pregnant silence, throughout which Miso was lost in his thoughts, you scooched closer and asked one of the biggest questions on your mind. “So, why did you become a monk?”

“It was my second-to-last Master Attendant, really… I think. I think he was second to last, I mean.” He pursed his lips. “Anyway, he was a Buddhist monk, and as my boss, he insisted that I get my act together.”

“So you did?”

So I did,” he laughed, like golden bells. He turned on his side, facing you, and smiled. “Not only that, he insisted I become a disciple of Amitabha Buddha. He, ha, resolved to teach me the scriptures and the lessons, to form me into a good Buddhist follower. And it worked so well, I eventually became a monk.”

Your brows furrowed. “Was he strict?”

“Strict?” He seemed taken off-guard by the question. “I mean, strict, yes, but in no ways mean,” he answered. “He was a good Master Attendant. Almost as good as you.”

Heat creeped up and settled in your cheeks, and you deflected. “So, um, why Pure Land? Why, um, that type…”

Miso chuckled softly, either at the simplicity of the question or the sight of you so flustered. “My dear Master Attendant,” he crooned, “could a sinful, sinful monk such as myself reach enlightenment in any other sect?”

“I don’t think you’re sinful,” you replied without thinking. “Maybe you used to be a mess, man, but c’mon, that doesn’t define you. And now-a-days, you’re probably the most devout Buddhist I know, even if you do get distracted, or whatever you beat yourself up for. Which is, by the way, a natural part of, well, having a mind to begin with, so it’s totally understandable, y’know?”

When you saw Miso’s face, your chest tightened; you couldn’t breathe. He stared at you, aghast, wide eyes sparkling, yes, but welling with tears he refused to let fall. His nostrils flared, and he opened and closed his mouth as he looked for the next thing to say.

“Miso, oh! Oh, I’m soaagh!”

He had pulled you into his chest, arms tight around you. From over your shoulder, you heard his voice. “Thank you for your generosity, Master Attendant.”

You smiled, wrapped your arms gently around his waist, and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. In the back of your head, little alarms were going off, that this drop-dead gorgeous man was too close for the friend zone and that he could probably feel your rapid-firing heart pounding in your chest, since your chest was dangerously pressed to his chest… but you were so comfortable here in his arms. You were light-headed, but you felt so safe, giddy yet calm. You could feel the softness of his hair, silkiness of his skin, the even pacing of his breaths. It was magical.

Still, the little voice won out, and it hijacked your voice to diffuse the mood. “Yeah. Plus, the only sin I’ve seen you commit is stealing food from the restaurant’s fridge.”

“I am but a poor monk!” he cried in faux persecution as he rolled away onto his back. “Denying ourselves all excess leaves us in scarcity and hunger~!”

“I pay you guys with room and board,” you argued, laughing and propped yourself up on your elbows, “and an allowance that you refuse to take.”

“How could I?” He sat up, smiling despite the charade. “When I strive to maintain the Buddhist principles on this earthly plane~”

And just like that, things were back to normal. You stayed with him for a while longer, and when your responsibilities drew you away, and he pled for you to linger, you politely refused.

And just like that, the normalcy ended.

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oh no!! I hope your productivity is up soon— from a fellow ‘imagines’ blog I’m in writing burnout from too much writing rn :( I’m wondering if you could do a romantic one-shot of miso soup (who’s kind of closeted and in denial lmfao) in love with a male MA? ty and I hope you get out of that dang dump soon!

Thank you! My productivity is up, by the way; I made two and a quarter decks of flashcards for my classes and applied to one (1) job without imploding too much.

But! More pressingly, the first chapter of your fic is up! Yes, I said chapter… I was writing, and at some point through page five, I realized I should probably separate it into chapters… and now that it’s in chapters, it’s far more noticeably a slow burn… like, chapter 3 is done, and they’re hugging, and don’t realize they’re in love. And now it’s chapter 4 and there’s gayngst.

…I’ll probably write a fluffy one-shot of them later, just to balance things out a bit. Also because I’ve loved Miso Soup since I first summoned him, and I don’t feel like I’m doing him justice 😅 Also, I might write a steamy follow-up and post it to an NSFW Food Fantasy side-side-blog I totally do not have what

Ugh, rambling. Thank you for the care and the prompt, sorry for being a numb nut, and best of luck with your imagines blog! — Kit

[pufferlich]

Me: I've gathered so many embers now. This is perfect for multiple summons... and my friend got Double Scoop, so this is a good sign. I think I might try the 6 summon-

Game: Miso? Did you say Miso? Multiple Miso?

Me: No, I didn't-

Game: 3 Miso! 4 Miso! And a Pineapple Cake with Milk! You're welcome!

[indidere]

lil thing ill probably never finish of these 3 boys who i’d die for.