#flavor frenzy fan character

[kevindrawss]

I made a fan design for flavor frenzy??

I’ve been really obsessed with this game and I couldn’t help myself ! I love character design with a passion! and wanted to make a character for the game! Even if it’s just a fan design! She’s not done yet but when I have free time I’ll make the full thing for her!

for a abilities? Personally I like to think that when she plays her guitar she has this big noisy radius around her that can make enemies slow down and hit them with a nauseous effect, and do small chip damage.

And if it was wasn’t obvious she’s based off of pop rocks! Especially grape flavored! She even has the little pop rocks in her hair.

So that gives her the name….Pop rock bear!

[alicebrightstar]

My Magnet designs entries for @agent24zine’s contest!!

Pls join the zine if you haven’t!! And yes I am now shipping them cuz I think they cute ^^

(Also @monicracar made this do it because of their entry on twitter so thank you for the motivation’s ^^)

[rottenconmi]

I decided to draw my fan character

Someday I'll draw him at level 5

[nitrowyverine]

I thought playing Obscura would help me get rid of my brain worms. no, it just gave me new ones. For Obscura, specifically.

I'll be adjusting the format from my TOUCHSTARVED expanded thoughts post. Brain dump after the cut!

[Demo/CH 1 spoilers are included]

(Header Image from Itch.io page! All images in this post are either from there or the Rotten Raccoons tumblr page)

Design/gameplay thoughts:

In full honesty without fluff: this game fucks immensely.

The setting for Obscura might be my new all-time favorite, like, ever. Mystery underground scandalous marketplace??? Under a mountain???? it's a diverse and vast city that's still elegantly contained and claustrophobic, but in a spicy way. The worldbuilding and flavor is excellent. I really want to run a TTRPG in a similar setting now, since its an area with so many possibilities.

CH. 1/the "demo" has a LOT of meat on it. It's got different endings, variations, a whole soundtrack. Speaking of sountrack-

Obscura is also one of the few games I've put on the soundtrack to just to vibe to. The soundtrack is SO good, and sets such a strong mood/tone. I think it complements the game perfectly.

Allot of people have mentioned it, but I am also a fan of the Safeword pause menu. It's a nice and comforting touch, especially when the game can get so intense. It lets players take a breather if they need it, but also doesn't interrupt the intensity/mood of the game for someone who doesn't want a break from the narrative.

Now, onto character specific thoughts!

Cirrus:

IN MY HOUSE WE DON'T BELIEVE IN NOT STARTING OUT STRONG

Shout outs for having your asexual option in the dating sim be. The kinkiest guy there

Cirrus is a bit too intense for me, however, that is NOT a bad thing in the slightest. I think his route is well done for those who are up for his brand of intensity.

I might still play his route because. damn this boy's issues got me curious about his backstory. ($10 on mommy issues)

I had the hardest time getting to Cirrus's good end during my playthrough because having pretty much any self-preservation instinct around Cirrus gives you a bad/neutral ending. He's the only one I had to pull the guide out to get the best ending. (I think I'm just too sassy)

I get medusa vibes from Cirrus. The snake imagery is more likely tied to the lunar church, but his staunch reluctance to take his own mask off makes me wonder (this is mainly referenced in asks answered by the Rotten Raccoon studios). Refusal to let people see his eyes + snakes + power + slightly unnatural abilities to influence is, something.

I am shaking this man like a snowglobe WHAT IS YOUR DEAL I MUST KNOW MORE

(I am. metaphorically shaking him like a snowglobe. I would never shake this man im terrified)

CONCLUSION: Most likely to shame you for your anime choices. Least likely to be normal about it when you ask for help peeling an orange.

Keir:

HERE COMES BIG MAN

yeah he's tied for favorite right now. the slow burn in his plot is just too good? big man....freckles...secret soft side...im weak

he's so nice I keep forgetting. He kind of kidnaps you? not even kind of he just drags you off the street and goes "you live in my house now". Even Griff calls MC a stray early on. My man really said "Here's a convenient lost human I'm dragging them home now"

oh my GOD they were ROOMATES

I definitely was too nice to him in my first playthrough until I realized he does need (and want) to be sassed to death.

this man is like 6'6 and the canon-ish Vesper height from the CG is 5'4. THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE. This kills the man (me)

The sprite of Keir's ears blushing SENDS ME INTO A FRENZY

I quite liked the gameplay style of Keir's route. I was so focused and invested as soon as I realized I needed to remember specific directions to save the heist group during timed decisions

Something I haven't seen discussed yet: I'm mega curious about the dagger Keir has on his outfit. It's specifically pointed out in text that it's high-quality, and I vaguely remember an ask that Rotten Raccoons answered that said it's a status symbol. (The dagger also just looks SO cool. and....it looks like Francesco's...?)

(My bet is that he either 1. stole it. or 2. got it from Oleander during their tryst (WHICH WE ALSO NEED TO TALK ABOUT-))

CONCLUSION: Most likely to be gifted a "WORLD'S BEST DAD" mug from his similarly-aged peers. Least likely to live down that one time he ate soap because he thought it was edible.

Francesco:

someone keep the "silver dust" away from this lad im scared

Originally, I was least looking forward to playing Francesco's route since I just wasn't interested in his initial concept. After playing his route though? It was excellently done, and I genuinely had fun. It was refreshing to have a character more naive than Vesper, so more cultural aspects were explained and we got a good alternate perspective on the marketplace. Also, it got REAL spicy in new and exciting ways the other chapters didn't. I'm really looking forward to the next chapters with his route!

I totally love the contrasts in his design and his character. He's got both bright red and blue highlights in his design, his outfit is very pointy and angular while his hair/smile is soft and flow-y.

And in his personality, he's both sweet and open, but extremely cagey about some information, and quite pragmatic when he wants to be. I think he's way smarter than he lets on.

that doesn't mean I don't want to bridal carry him and tuck him into bed at night after a all-nighter party

I do think Fran's slightly looser demeanor could lead to him being even more brutal than the other LI's. Remember that one anime clip (Found it, it's this one from Danshi Koukousei) where a group of friends wants to fight for fun, but one of the friends asks why they need rules in a fight? And said friend is shown like secretly holding a rock and was ready to use it? that's Fran. He would not have chill and does not heed the rules.

"Protect the boy", but mostly to prevent him from tasting blood. Because if that happens we're all fucked

CONCLUSION: Most likely to eat that M&M off the ground because you dared him. Least likely to beat the puppy allegations.

Oleander:

Oleander is tied for favorite with Keir. Oleander is just *chefs kiss* LOOK AT HIM. inscrutable......

Somewhere in an ask answered by Rotten Raccoons studio, they mentioned that for Oleander's route, they were going for a "Sexy boss situation that doesn't feel like a work safety violation". They hit that right on the nose; there's intrigue and a power imbalance, but in a non-restrictive or terrifying way.

I love being involved in the business part of his route. I keep making decisions like "Hmm yes my primary goal is to romance Oleander. But what would be the smartest business move here? How do we advance our agenda?"

Also, I do love playing a sexy evil secretary in a vn. love having a job and being evil at it AND being paid money. 10/10

That dance scene is everything I could have ever wanted no notes

I am fascinated to find out more about what he's been up to since his last trek into the marketplace. Seems like people are trying to kill him all the time anyway, so what would be enough to cause him to leave?

he's like an angler fish, but the lure is his booba

I relate to Oleander in that. I have too many online usernames because I can't stick with one. People get my 800 online names mixed up often. He has the same problem, we're basically twinsies

This man is pretending to be a himbo like his life depends on it (It probably does). He's too smart though, I know for a fact he has at least three different schemes going at any given time.

CONCLUSION: Most likely to be able to help you properly lace a corset (this man knows the boot-to-the-back necessity of the process). Least likely to be allowed to be banker during monopoly night.

Vesper:

black mask enjoyer 4 life

(all three are good I just wanted to say which one I picked. And to add my conclusion section)

CONCLUSION: Most likely to get their shit rocked by a falling piano. Least likely to survive an argument about pineapple on pizza.

Concerns:

With how separate the four routes are, the game could potentially feel like four separate visual novels all in one universe. Maybe I haven't played enough VN's, but there is a feeling of separation between the routes.

In the very beginning of the game, when you're picking your route, I wish there was a bit more heads up/information between who you're picking. For example, I had a rough idea that going into the church is where you'd find Cirrus, but only from information outside the game. I didn't know sticking around for the brawl would push you into Kier's route. It's overall pretty vague to which route you're going based on only in-game information.

Misc thoughts:

Vesper: "How are you going to keep me?? ;)" Keir and Oleander: "crimes" Vesper: "Wh-" Keir and Oleander: "you're an accomplice now congrats we're in this together. wanna get drinks"

catch my socially anxious ass wanting to be under the mountain and wear masks so I don't have to make eye contact with strangers all the time. at least its a fun thought to have when I mask for covid

OKAY FRANCESCO AND KEIR'S DAGGER MATCH? AND ARE RED/BLUE LIKE FRANCESCOS OUTFIT? DOES IT MEAN ANYTHING??? probably not but I do like the pretty knives....

For real, I got the brain worms for this game, I'm on the edge of making a big ol playlist. the headcannons? They go on my friend. they go on. I'm laying awake at night thinking about what each character would order at a coffee shop

by the time I publish this post. I did start working on the playlist

yes, I've also designed my own vesper, its such a prime opportunity for character design.

Obscura also may or may not have inspired me to get involved with an otome jam game team, more on that in the future possibly.....

OVERALL: I got the first chapter/demo of Obscura for free from Itchio/steam. High marks for writing, sound, art, game design, all of it! I am on the edge of my seat waiting for CH2.

TL;DR: If you haven't played it, and love spicy and dark stories, go play it! Part one is free! and fantastic.

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[keychainedd]

roxserpent, co owner of dandy's world and flavor frenzy, is a groomer

(thread copied from twitter, og link here: https://x.com/keychained_/status/1820573158673699105)

TW FOR GROOMING

rox / roxserpent / the co-dev of both flavor frenzy and dandy's world is a dangerous man who has a big history of grooming & harming minors and covering all of it up whenever he can't take the scorn anymore.

(for more info, look at this doc which words it so much better than i ever could have)

whenever i joined blush crunch for the first time, i checked announcements & saw that rox posted an apology thread. before playing, i heard that he drew porn of multiple th characters, some of which were minors, so i chalked it up to an apology for that and moved on

except, i didn't move on. i was a victim of grooming, and this apology set off alarm bells in my head. i felt guilty for continuing to play despite feeling like something was wrong, but i ignored it. i know many other of my friends had felt the same way.

i felt like the sheep mentality was something i couldve fit into, but it was difficult. it conflicted with my morals. i knew i shouldve said something, but i was scared. i understand now how many people felt the exact same way.

a lot of us were manipulated by rox. almost everyone i know has been. it's been hidden from fans for years. it'll continue to be hidden, especially now that dandy's world has gotten so big, but there's no reason to be scared. i don't care.

rox is a groomer who's created child porn of his friends, manipulated & hurt so many people, lied to every community he's been in, and has ruined lives. he doesnt deserve to be able to go on break, nor should he be able to hide this from people.

he deletes his accounts of the various stories, hides the glaringly obvious fact that he's done so much wrong, tells everyone it's "petty drama" and expects people to move on. it's not petty drama. it's grooming.

im deeply ashamed for how long it took me to make a thread like this. as a victim of grooming myself, i'm sorry. i'm truly sorry. i know how scary it is to see no one believe you. now onto my personal actions because of this server

i've gotten into so many fights over this server. i've hurt people and they've hurt me and i've caused far too many issues that i can count on two hands and i wanted to believe if i shamed other people for things, then i'd be able to redeem myself in my own head.

i was wrong. i'm sorry for the things i've said to people. my guilt that came from this server has snowballed into hatred and i've taken it out on so many people. i want to talk it out. please dm me, friend me on discord, contact me. i will listen

i regret how long it took me to post something like this. i shouldve never stayed quiet. i am angry at everyone including myself and i need to take my anger and use it to inspire myself to act.

rox, you are disgusting. you and all your friends absolutely disgust me. you hire 18+ mods on your server instead of releasing apologies. you force your mods to respond to tickets wondering what you've done and force them to defend you. you use people. that's all you do.

it's no one's fault but rox's for how long everyone had stayed with him. but, you should educate yourself. you should learn. you should spread the word, you should stop supporting bc, you should drop whatever you can to show support to victims.

you may be too scared to speak out, but you can. you always can. no one should stay quiet when they know something this terrible. i've learned it from personal experience. i'm sorry for taking so long. spread the word.

thank you for reading

[city-luvr]

✩ MILKSHAKE ⌇ kageyama tobio

ʚɞ － mdni, nsfw content ahead. f!reader. character is aged up. established rel. ʚɞ － cw/tw : foodplay, fingering, oral (f!receiving) a/n : not proofread and longer than i originally planned, but i hope you all enjoy this!

summer finally came. 'tis the season for pool parties, popsicles, watermelons, and sparklers.

you and your boyfriend are hanging out at your place. the ac is broken and only using the fan still made you both sweaty. craving for something cold, you both decide to make milkshakes to combat the heat.

while sipping on your cool drink, an idea pops into your head. being the mischievous girlfriend that you were, you dipped your finger in whipped cream and wiped it across kageyama's cheek. stunned, he sat there wide-eyed for a moment before chuckling darkly, wiping the sticky cream away before chasing you to the end of the earth.

"come back here, you!" he yelled dark eyes and a menacing smirk as you ran for your life, but thanks to his physique, he was able to catch you. trapped in his arms, you tried to get away but to no avail. he had done the same and coated your cheek and lips with cream. you let out a giggle at his competitive nature and how easily he can get worked up. but, he also knew exactly how to get you worked up.

he kisses your cheek, cleans up the mess he made, and licks the dessert off of your skin. his cold hand caresses your waist while your hands automatically find their way to his hair, tugging on them. finally, he got to your lips. your oh so sweet lips.

despite countless times of making out, he can never get enough of you. he sucks on your bottom lip before gently nibbling on it and clashing his tongue with yours. the milkshake lingered in your mouth. and boy if that doesn't drive him crazy. the taste of your lips was beyond this world, but when your flavor mixes with his, he thinks nothing can ever compare to it. your soft, delectable lips against his, with the faint hint of the sugary drink had his mind going into a frenzy.

while all of this plays out, his fingers work their way under your shorts and underwear. his chilly fingertips start tracing circles on your clit, causing you to gasp through the kiss. suddenly, a vision came to his mind.

you were sprawled all over the kitchen counter, legs spread wide, completely naked, and your dripping cunt in full display for him. "lay down for me, baby." he whispers, against your ear to which you obliged.

he takes a sip of the milkshake, swiping a little bit of the whipped cream on your nipples. you shivered and let out a breathy moan from the contact. he took his time playing with your perky nubs, knowing full well how much you liked it when he does. "f-fuck... tobio." he bit on your buds and proceeded to flick his tongue. he sucked on your areola, and your walls clenched on nothing when he did.

his other hand that was playing with your other breast moved down and traced along your slit that was already drenched with slick. he finally left your mounds alone, and before you could even blink, he was already eating you out.

his fingers were pumping into your sopping pussy while he sucked and flicked his tongue on your clit. he pulled away for a second to dip his fingers in whipped cream and smeared it all over your throbbing clit.

your essence blending with the residue of milk on his tongue and the saccharine cream that melted on your clit had his mind blown away. accompanied by your sickeningly sweet juices was your sugary whimpers that went straight to his dick.

you knew he was rock hard, and you couldn't wait to get a taste of his milk later. but before you could fantasize about the thought, you felt the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone. "shit t-tobio, i'm close! s-so close." you cried out.

he started curling his long slender fingers, rubbing against your spot and making your toes curl from the pleasure. "fuck, that's it, baby. let go for me." and with a few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his warm tongue, he made you cum so hard for him. tobio made sure to not let a drop go to waste and sucked you clean, licking his lips as he looked up at you, starving and drunk on your pussy.

"you taste so sweet, baby. so wet and sweet for me. let me have another taste, yeah?"

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[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Thrasos (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Hellraiser by his mother

Tank by his friends

Age- 12 (immortal)

Location- Sparta, Olympius

Personality- He's an athletic active young man who's quite the risk taker- almost never passing up a bet or dare! He prefers to keep his social circle small, relegated to family & close friends.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of boldness, insolence, recklessness, & courage his other powers/abilities include courage inducement (temporarily in others), having an innate sense of a person's greatest fear, heartbeat detection, fear immunity, enhanced touch (hypertactility), and even unbreaking sight (can go for long periods of time without blinking).

Thrasos is the youngest child and only son to Atë (goddess of mischief, ruin, blind folly, delusion, & downfall of heroes). He has two older sisters- Lyssa (goddess of rage & frenzy) and Mania (goddess of insanity).

He lives with his mom at their loft apartment in the state of Sparta. His bedroom walls are covered almost entirely with posters of his favorite sports teams, bands, & deities in the pantheon. Thrasos' brand new drum set is at the far corner of his room with various candy wrappers strewn about. He has a single pet- his companion, a dragon named Thorn. He has yellow and brown scales, bright green eyes, & winding horns that remind Thrasos of bare tree branches. The dragon hatched some time after Thrasos' third birthday, so they have an undeniable bond. Thorn is usually his mode of transportation (especially to school which is in New Olympus). Thrasos loves the feeling of riding on dragonback whether it's on his custom made dragon saddle or even bareback (which he did a handful of times)!

Thrasos has ADHD (attention deficit-hyperactivity disorder). He think it was inevitable, considering his start in life. He was born after the pregnancy lasted three weeks! He likes to think that during that time, he was always moving around in his mother's womb doing backflips & headstands. He's one of the few cases in the pantheon with early heightened development- like being able to crawl while barely being a month old, walking at six months, and saying his first words before his first birthday! He sometimes takes medication to help with his attention & focusing, but he mainly uses behavioral therapy.

His favorite go-to drink is the mega twisted flavor of the OmegaDash energy drink! He also likes fruit punch, blue raspberry flavored soda, chocolate root beer milkshakes, and black cherry cola.

As much as Thrasos likes living in Sparta, he finds black broth (their most popular delicacy) to be unappealing. No amount of wagers, bets, or dares would ever make him eat a morsel.

He has a close relationship with his mom. He appreaciates the fact that she lets him decompress in his own way whenever he's stressed out or feeling overwhelmed. They often ride their dragons together and they're HUGE fans of monster truck rallies!

Thrasos has a good relationship with his older sisters, hanging out with them whenever there's a chance to. He likes playing with Lyssa's dogs (with Machete being his best dog pal). Thrasos has traveled to the Underworld to visit Mania- with ice hockey being the main activity for them. He was once dared to procure some Stygian Ice for her which she used to make ultra frozen pomegranate slushies, which gave Thrasos the most bone chilling brain freeze ever!

The Hearthside Diner is a frequent stop for him for a go-to order of a spicy breakfast gyro with a side of home fries. More often than not, his usual go-to breakfast is either a frosted granola bar or a bowl of sugary cereal (his favorite being Grains of Olympus).

Even though he has a parent, Thrasos feels like his mom's longtime girlfriend Limos (goddess of starvation & famine) fills the paternal role in his life. He likes her no-nonsense attitude, the fact that she helps out with his homework, and the other activities they do together when she stays over. Thrasos especially likes the gift she gave him for his 11th birthday- a dragon style ring forged from Stygian Iron! He wears it often on his pointer finger!

His favorite snack are spicy cheesy jalapeño flavored chips!

One of his favorite sweet treats are the assorted "candy" doughnuts from Hollyhock's Bakery- one in particular being the vanilla frosted doughnut topped with popping rock candy, chocolate covered candy pieces, & mini sour blueberry gummy bears!

Thrasos is currently on break from school. His two favorite classes are gym and earth science. He thinks his earth science teacher Athos (one of The Ourea) is awesome! He's also looking forward to an upcoming class trip to the state of Thrace. Thrasos' friend group includes Thespios (god of acting); sometimes they race their dragons afterschool, a cyclops named Cleon, & Deucalion (Deuce). The two of them have especially gotten close with Deuce dealing with his father's punishment and his step-mother's very public mental breakdown. Thrasos finds the teasing and sarcastic remarks from some of the other students to be annoying. An idea that's been shared back & forth is for them to sneak into the Underworld where Prometheus is being held so Deuce can see him, but a serious concrete plan hasn't been made.

Thrasos doesn't really talk with the other godly students in the school like E.B, Pompe (goddess of rites), Anaideia (goddess of ruthlessness, shamelessness, & unforgiveness), Krysothemis (Kristy), Pandia (goddess of the full moon), Achelois (goddess of the moon & comfort), Philia (goddess of friendship), Telete (goddess of prayers), and Dysis (goddess of the sunset), but thinks that Epidotes (god of purity) has no idea what the concept of fun means and that Calocagathia (Aggie) (goddess of nobility & goodness) is the smartest kid in their entire grade.

Sometimes afterschool he'll spend some time at a trampoline park. He recently signed up for breakdancing classes at the dance studio of Terpischore (muse of dance).

His favorite basketball team is the Sparta Spears!

In the pantheon Thrasos admires Horme (god of energy), Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought), the messenger god Hermes, and Koros (god of surfiet & disdain); especially his punk rock band Dissonance Machine. He has no idea who'll be his upcoming mentor. Outside of school Thrasos sometimes talks to Deuce's little sister Aidos (goddess of shame, modesty, humility, & respect).

He's not looking forward to the boy/girl party he's gonna host in a few months. His mom wants him to "expand his social horizons."

Thrasos' go-to thing from Olympic Chef is the double cheeseburger (with extra feta cheese) and loaded gyro fries!

In his free time he enjoys a wide range of activities like cloud surfing, lava surfing, reading (comic books), skateboarding, roller blading, mountain climbing, watching TV, listening to music, football (soccer), basketball, ice hockey, swimming, playing video games, baseball, and doing graffiti art!

His all time favorite meal (which is mom makes) is wild boar steak with spicy roasted potatoes.

"Underestimate me. That'll be fun."

[vapehk1]

Dummy (Tekashi 69) Vapes: In-Depth Review of Flavors, Pricing, and More

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[cinemapremi]

Sunny Deol Cheers for Brother Bobby's Villainous Avatar in 'Animal'

The Celebration Continues

Sunny Deol's social media post reflects the joy of seeing his brother, Bobby, shine on the big screen. This family celebration and praise from Sunny create more anticipation for 'Animal.' In the shared pictures, both brothers are seen happy and proud. Sunny's caption, "My little brother has surprised everyone with 'Animal,'" encapsulates the excitement. The emotional touch in the caption adds a personal touch, making it relatable for fans. Bollywood Buzz: Animal Roars into Cinemas, Leaving Stars and Audiences Alike in Awe! Excitement Soars as “Animal” Movie Breaks Records in Advance Booking

Social Media Frenzy

With Bobby Deol portraying the antagonist in 'Animal,' fans are quick to draw parallels with his previous roles. The mention of 'Gadar 2' in online discussions indicates the enthusiasm and expectations surrounding this movie. Social media is buzzing with fans expressing their excitement and anticipation.

A Glimpse of the Special Screening

The special screening attended by the cast and their families adds a personal touch to the film's promotion. The Deol family's support, along with the presence of other Bollywood stars, raises the film's profile. This family-oriented approach resonates well with the Indian audience.

The Story Unveiled

https://www.instagram.com/p/C0RwHs6oM7N/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== 'Animal' promises an emotional journey centered around the relationship between a father and son. Ranbir Kapoor's character is portrayed as someone willing to go to great lengths for his father's love, setting the stage for a compelling narrative. The inclusion of Rashmika Mandanna, a popular South Indian actress, adds a cross-cultural flavor to the film. As 'Animal' hits the big screen, the anticipation and early reviews suggest a successful run. Sunny Deol's social media posts and the family's enthusiastic support only add to the excitement. With an engaging storyline and stellar performances, 'Animal' is poised to create waves in the Bollywood landscape. Gadar 2 – Official Teaser | Sunny Deol | Ameesha Patel | Anil Sharma | Zee Studios | 11th August When is the Movie Out? 'Animal' releases this Friday for a weekend treat. Who Directed 'Animal'? Directed by Sandeep Reddy Vanga, the film promises intense storytelling. Apart from Ranbir and Bobby, Who's in the Cast? Rashmika Mandanna adds a Southern touch to this high-energy drama. What's the Expectation at the Box Office? With the Kapoor brothers and Bobby's villainous role, 'Animal' is expected to create a storm at the box office. Any Early Reviews? Critics appreciate Ranbir's emotional depth, expecting 'Animal' to set new benchmarks. Also checkout: Read the full article

[thedisneychef]

Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie Recipes – Disney Cruise Lines

If you're a fan of the classic dessert combination of chocolate and peanut butter, then you'll love Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie. This delicious and indulgent dessert combines a rich chocolate filling with a creamy peanut butter topping, all nestled in a flaky pie crust. Drawing from our experience, we can attest that Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie is a crowd-pleaser that's perfect for any occasion, from a cozy night in to a special celebration. Whether you're a seasoned baker or a beginner, there are plenty of Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie recipes available that are easy to follow and use simple ingredients that can be found at most grocery stores. In this article, we'll take a closer look at Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie recipes, their variations, and some tips and tricks to help you create a perfect pie every time. There are times where having a peanut allergy really, really stinks. This is one of those times. I’m not particularly sure why, but I really got it into my head that I needed to make this recipe. Not wanted, needed. I kept hearing that this was a signature treat on the Disney Wonder and Magic Cruise ships, and the fact that it’s popped up in restaurants in the park sent people into a frenzy of excitement. More Delicious Recipes You Will Love: - Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake - Penne Alla Vodka – Mama Melrose’s Ristorante Italiano - Disney Cruise Lines Inspired Pina Colada Bread Pudding Recipe Despite the fact I couldn’t really eat it, I really wanted to see what the fuss was about. Really, it couldn’t be easier or faster to make, and it’s fairly inexpensive. I actually got my son in on the action (he is quite the stirrer, despite his young age). The fact that it’s no-bake makes it a perfect dessert to make on a hot summer day… If everybody else’s kitchen is like mine, fire up the oven and the house is sweltering for the rest of the day… And it’s this interesting combination between sweet and light, but still heavily peanut flavored, dense, but deliciously creamy (Ok, I may have snuck a sample or two…). I’m a big fan of the chocolate ganache topping which perfectly set off the whole pie. What’s important is that when I served it, I got nothing short of utterly rave reviews rom everybody. Topped with whipped cream and another drizzle of chocolate, I was told it was a peanut butter lover’s dream. I made this exactly as I have the recipe for, but I did use a graham cracker crust instead of a regular pie shell. The pie was originally in a regular pastry crust, but in recent years (and in the parks) it’s been served with the graham cracker crust. Really, it’ll work in whichever, it’s entirely up to preference. In addition to the delicious food and recipes, Disney World is also known for its unique dining experiences, such as character dining and themed restaurants. Whether you want to have breakfast with Mickey Mouse, dine in a replica of a sci-fi drive-in theater at Hollywood Studios, or enjoy a meal with an ocean view at the Coral Reef Restaurant in Epcot, there's something for everyone. And with the help of Recipes Today and the How to Make category, you can even recreate some of these magical dining experiences in your own home. So why not start planning your next Disney-inspired meal or dining experience today? Read the full article

[bastardsphere]

The document has been updated with new information, not about Rox/Jake, but about Qwelver.

Qwelver, the other co-owner, constantly defends Rox in spite of all the evidence and is banning everyone attempting to show the truth. Recently they even claimed that they knew nothing about it, when it's a blatant lie as shown by the new evidence.

I insist, do not support the games in any way shape or form. Be it through playing or even just sharing content or fan creations for the games.

I know well that most of you dislike them by now, whilst still liking the games and its characters, but, I implore of you; cease any activity related to Dandy's World or Flavor Frenzy. What you do in private beats me and is not for me to have any say on, but give them no publicity. Do not separate art from creator.

Hello, reader.

While normally I'm only here to look at or post silly things, I'll do things differently for this one.

This is a document about RoxSerpent, creator of Flavor Frenzy and Dandy's World.

Please, if you can, spread this post. Spread the document. Spread it everywhere you can, and to everyone you know that plays Roblox, especially if it's any of the two mentioned experiences.

This is no petty drama as it's being sold in the BlushCrunch server. This is a criminal.

Rox, or Jake as I once knew you, I hope you get what you deserve. You are neither forgotten nor forgiven.

[olderthannetfic]

RRverse hyperfixation anon, I know exactly what you're talking about! I left that fandom years ago but still follow the main tag for art and it seems like every third post is a flavor of anti now. The fandom actually ruined my favorite RR series, HoO, for me with it's vitriolic atmosphere long before I stopped reading YA in general.

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That fandom got weirdly dehumanizing towards the characters too sometimes, treating them as just a checklist of identities rather than people, and framing that as a Good And Important Thing To Do and how dare anyone be so disrespectful as to be more interested in a character's personality than their identities!

I've seen similar behavior in other Tumblr fandoms and while I think people should be able to do what they want with fictional characters, people need to stop forcing their way of doing fandom on other people.

I still remember how much it it sucked to be a teenager of color who for the first time saw a character that was somewhat similar to them – I'm from a majority white country where diversity in media is not a concern to 99% of people – in looks, experienced social issues, and personality, and who wants to explore the character as a person through AUs and such, only to be told they're being racist toward their own group for doing so.

Apparently people of color can't enjoy video games or LARPing or building computers because those are "white people hobbies". We can't like certain music, or foods or whatever because they are "white people things". And making a character enjoy those things is whitewashing them. Maybe these words come across different in America but to me they sound exactly like the local racists who want people like me gone from this country entirely.

I don't post much fandom things anymore and when I do it's usually about white male characters because for some reason I'm allowed to treat them as people.

And now I'm seeing the same type of fandom person demand Own Voices content! Don't ask for our voices if you can't even handle hearing them in such an inoffensive context!

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This is a little bit of a nitpick, but his stuff tends to be middle grade rather than YA, no?

And yes, there is a massive double standard masquerading as "supporting" POC. In my experience, it tends to boil down to a combination of clout-chasers whipping people into a frenzy to further their own power and more or less well meaning but misguided fans who are very picky about their faves.

I totally have the same problem with gender: I'm way pickier about female characters and especially f/f than about male characters, and the upshot is that I enjoy more things with male characters. Doh! It's just an instinctive reaction. I can't turn it off.

A lot of people take that personal inability to enjoy and inflict it on everyone else in the form of being hypercritical of all fannish activity around a particular minority character. The problem is that fandom only flourishes when it's not being obsessively monitored that way.

I think people around here desperately want reality and activism to work along moralistic lines: be Correct™ and yell loud enough, and that will accomplish what you want.

But in reality, being pragmatic would work better.

We know what fosters creativity: room to fail and try things without it being a giant fucking drama. And we know where good fic comes from: a vast mountain of badfic you can mine for gems. No mountain, no top 1% of good shit!

Ultimately, these fake activistes shoot themselves in the foot. They're a blight on the causes they think they champion and impose unfair scrutiny and double standards on the minorities they claim to be protecting.

[your-localfriendandboy]

Hey y’all get ready I’m about to write a whole thing about why I love barbarians and y’all are gonna deal with it.

So like mechanically I love barbarians because I love playing tanks in rpgs to begin with. The high armor, massive hp pool and simple game mechanics means that I can just charge in an do my job even if I can’t big brain strategize on the spot and even if I don’t have the aim and reflexes of a sharpshooter. I pick the biggest threat and hit it till it stops moving. Simple and fun. Narratively Barbarians are usually given the role of “stupid beef man who only know fight and can’t read beyond a third grade level”. Like I love Grog but he’s treated as the standard of what every Barbarian should be. I, on the other hand, see Barbarians as having a large well of untapped story potential.

At their core Barbarians are characters who are driven by strong emotion. The ability itself is called rage but the emotion at the core of your Barbarian doesn’t have to be anger. Grogs Rage was more like a battle frenzy, a feral exaltation of the joy that Grog takes in violence. Yasha’s rage is more an expression of grief and pain and a desire to protect her family. But rage can be any number of things. You could have a barbarian driven completely by passionate love who has hearts in their eyes and a great axe in their hand. You could have a barbarian who’s rage mode is triggered by fear and they’re essentially having a huge panic attack. You can play with how your barbarian feels about their rage. One of my Barbarians is a robot who’s lost his memory and is essentially a giant toddler. His rage is flavored as his old programming taking over and turning him into a singleminded killing machine. He hates his rage and is terrified of the thing he becomes under it’s influence. Another barbarian might find joy in embracing their rage such as a concept I had of a zealot barbarian serving Dionysus and seeing the rage as a ritualistic madness and a way of communing with their god. You could have a character who rages like real world berserkers by ingesting herbs that drive them into a battle madness. The Hulk is the literally personification of Bruce Banners rage and negative emotions which he repressed after his dad killed his mom and now that imaginary friend can take over his body and wreck house. The possibilities are endless and fun and not just “me angry and hit thing hard”

Playing a barbarian hero is interesting for several reasons. It asks you questions about your opinions on violence and anger as well as what makes a person “civilized” as well as whether being “civilized” is even something to aspire to in the first place. It helps you come to terms with you’re own strong emotions. Barbarians are the enemies of repression. They usually are either completely not repressed to start, or learn to make peace with their emotions rather than fighting them over time. I also am always a fan of the gentle giant character who has the power to slaughter armies but instead chooses to make flower crowns and be the designated giver of hugs.

Personally though, I love barbarians because they are simple enough to cut through all the bullshit that “smart” and “civilized” people have put up to help themselves justify not doing the right thing. Barbarians don’t deal in “the big picture”, “acceptable losses”, or “Necessary evils”. Barbarians don’t agonize over the philosophical minutia of “what does good mean?” And never actually get around to doing anything. When the world tries to tell them that evil is unstoppable or worse necessary they say “ACTUALLY NO IT’S NOT! FUCK YOU! IM GOING TO SAVE EVERYONE AND THEN SHOVE A GREATSWORD DOWN THAT LYING THROAT OF YOURS”. They are a wild card that breaks through the systems that hold evil in place. They never accept that the fight is lost. They run towards danger with a smile on their face and a fire in their heart.

“Rage. Rage against the dying of the light!”

They are exactly the kind of courageous, confident, kind people that I wish I could be. I don’t have the confidence to be. I am often too scared to take a stand for what I believe in. I’m terrified of making the wrong choice and accidentally hurting people. This makes me passive more than I care to admit. There are angry men in my life and I don’t want to be like them. But I know that anger is a part of who I am and is not a wholly bad thing.

I love barbarians because often I ask myself the same thing Travis McElroy once asked: “what if you could cut out all the bullshit and just do good recklessly?”

[sofreddie]

Serendipitous Souls 4

Summary: "Is this the part where you kiss me and sweep me off my feet?"

Characters: Dean x OC!Reader, Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 2,577

A/N: So, a little BTS secret here: I wrote this whole story in one long thing and had to go back and break it up into chapters. It broke up kind of funny, with some parts being a lot longer or shorter. I'm sorry about that irregularity, but it's just how it worked out, ya know?

"Is this the part where you kiss me and sweep me off my feet?" she chuckled nervously and blushed, not sure what else to say as her heart was in her throat and Dean's words said more than enough. "I thought you were supposed to be bad at expressing yourself?" she asked playfully, trying to lessen the seriousness of the moment and maybe stall out on that kiss cause really she's panicking.

"I'm not bad at it," he defended, "I just don't like doing it. But when it's important, when it matters, hell yeah I'm gonna say my peace."

She nodded in understanding, giving him a small smile which he returned. She hesitantly lifted a hand and placed it on his arm as it rested around her. She looked from her hand to him shyly, before she felt him flex his muscle beneath her hand.

"Did you just flex?" she teased with a laugh.

His boyish grin was as bright as the sun, "You liked it," he teased back, doing it again. She playfully slapped at his chest. Dean grabbed her hand, trapping it against his peck, which brought her closer to him. He leaned in the rest of the way, quickly bringing their lips together.

He figured since she ripped off the band aid, he could too.

Her body tensed and froze in his hold as their lips collided, before he felt her relax into his hold and kissed him back. As they slowly - cautiously - moved together, she moaned, softly and sweetly. The sound tingled the hairs on the back of his neck in a really nice way. His hands tightened their hold, dragging her forward, her legs widening to accommodate him, pressed together. He drug a hand up her spine, into her hair and the back of her head, tilting her to allow him a better angle to kiss her harder, deeper.

His head was swimming with it. With the feel of her lips and the taste of her tongue and the vibration of her moans into him. It was the best kiss he'd ever had. He'd never felt something like this. His imagination could have never conceived a kiss as intense and passionate and soul-deep. And this was only kissing. He was gonna lose his damn mind.

"Fuck," Dean groaned, resting his forehead against hers, his hand in her hair holding her to him, still needing her close, not yet ready to let go. Maybe never ready.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked ashamedly, "Did I hurt you? I'm…a little out of practice," she chuckled bashfully, lowering her gaze and dropping her arms from him.

"Hey, don't do that," Dean held her closer, her hands coming to his shoulders to balance herself as he held her so close it nearly bowed her backward. "Nothing is wrong," he assured her with a peck to her lips, "It's just amazing and intense and I just realized we only have an hour left," he kissed her again, deeply, before parting to rise to his full height. He pulled her up with him, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he held her against him and he gazed down at her.

He kissed her deeply but quickly, taking her by the hand and leading her hurriedly to his room. He opened his door, wiggling his brows at her playfully and she giggled as he tugged her inside, shutting the door behind them.

She paused to look at his room, really look at it. It was just like in the show, but different somehow. Real, she supposed. She couldn't linger on it long though as Dean's arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

"You said you're out of practice?" Dean asked from behind her, his breath fanning over her head. He lifted a hand to brush her hair aside, dropping his lips to the base of her neck revealed by her shirt. She hummed in response, her eyes fluttering close at the feather-light touch of his lips to her skin. "So am I," he admitted, pulling back enough to turn her in his arms to face him. Her hands landed on his pecks, before moving to his shoulders. She squeezed lightly with a smirk, leaving one hand on his shoulder, the other trailing up the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

"How is that possible?" she chuckled, surprised at her ability to even speak, let alone be playful.

He shrugged, "Aside from being busy with the life," he sighed, shaking his head, "It just takes more time and energy than I'm willing to give to charm a new lady here or there. Especially when I know I have to walk away. Every time," he sighs, tugging her closer, nuzzling his nose along her hairline and down her jaw, placing delicate kisses on her skin.

"But with you," he speaks against the skin of her neck between kisses to the tender flesh, "I want to spend the time and energy. I know I don't have to walk away. I don't want to walk away," he breathes out, before sucking a light mark into her pulse point. Her body shuddered against him as she moaned.

"Dean," she moaned out, grasping his face in her hands and making him meet her eyes, "If you mean it and you want to, we can explore all of this further," she says, taking a step back from him and removing her shirt, revealing her bare torso underneath, "And if you want to take it back later that's fine too," she continues, removing her pants and then her underwear and Dean could only stare, his eyes devouring every inch of her newly revealed skin, "But we are sort of under a time crunch here and I don't want to cut it too close. Sam's at risk after all," she said before sitting on the end of the bed and scooting herself back until she met the pillows, holding his gaze the entire time.

Dean finally got his shit together and hurried to remove his clothing, before crawling up the bed, hovering over her on all fours as the two of them hesitated and bought time letting their eyes roam.

The blush went all over, Dean soon witnessed, and that made his cock swell. She was pale and pink, but voluptuous and curvy. Naturally beautiful, like those old Renaissance statues and paintings. He suddenly felt utterly pissed at himself. If they had met in the world somehow, he's not sure she would've been someone that even caught his attention. And he hates that. Cause he would've missed all this.

"Dean?" she questions softly and he can see her worry and move to cover herself.

"Don't," he says, surging forward to press her hands down into the bed, "Don't hide from me. You don't ever have to hide from me. You're beautiful, Y/N."

She blushed and smiled at him again and Dean had to kiss her breathless. She shifted underneath him, parting her legs to allow him room. He shifted, placing one leg between hers. She sighed and moaned as his lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking and driving her into a frenzy. One of his hands skimmed along her side, acquainting her with his touch, before moving south towards her mound. Time crunch be damned he would make sure she was ready and he knew a few tricks if her body happened to be stubborn.

He nibbled on her collarbone as he cupped her mound, humming as he felt her warmth. He didn't want to be abrupt, though his cock was screaming differently at him. In fact, his whole body was tense with need, but he fought it back with all he had.

He drug his tongue down her chest to her nipple before encasing it in his warm, wet mouth and sucking gently. She moaned, her head thrust back into the pillows and Dean took that moment to part her folds with a single finger. She gasped, her legs spreading slightly wider and Dean moaned around her breast, dragging his blunt teeth over her nipple as he felt how wet she was already. He found her clit easily, brushing her wetness over the sensitive nub.

"You're so responsive," Dean moaned his praise as he lifted his head to kiss her lips once more. She gasped and Dean chuckled as he slipped a finger inside her warm wet channel. He choked as his laugh turned into a moan. She was so tight. Around a single finger. Fuck! "So fucking tight, Baby, oh my God."

"Jesus, Dean," her hips stuttered and her walls clenched around his single digit.

Dean hummed in approval once more, working a second finger into her tight channel and gently scissoring her open.

"Is it the dirty talk?" He asked, his voice deep and seductive and for her. She couldn't help but be trapped by his gaze once more. So intimate. Terrifyingly so. But she couldn't look away, "Or is it because I called you Baby?" he asked with a grin.

"B-both," she stuttered out, losing herself to the feel of Dean. Inside her. Pleasing her. Preparing her.

"I wanna taste you," Dean announced as he kissed his way down her body, "Wanna make you cum before I fuck you."

"Holy shit," she breathed out, feeling like she was about to cum already.

"You gotta relax, Baby," Dean mumbled as his lips trailed over her thighs, his fingers still steadily working into her, opening her up. She just nodded and moaned, trying to relax her muscles. But it's been so long. And it's fucking Dean. And she still can't look away, but neither can he.

She's nervous, he can tell. He'll save all his questions for later. She's not focused, she's not relaxed. So Dean decides to distract her. To command all of her attention.

He dives into her pussy, tongue lapping up her juices, tickling at her clit, before sucking it hard between his lips. She bucks and keens and her hands fly to his head while her legs spread wider. He hums in satisfaction around her clit, her flavor tangy and sweet and thick on his tongue. He wants to stay here, to savor it, to learn every nook and cranny and reaction. But they're running out of time and his cock is running out of patience.

He laps, nips, sucks, and slurps at her pussy as he works a third finger into her channel. He moves his other arm over her hips, holding her down 'cause he can tell she's gonna be one of those that runs from it. Another sharp suck of her clit and she comes. Her walls clench hard around his fingers, undulating in waves. He works her through it and her hips try to wiggle, she tries to get leverage and pushes at him, but he knows there's more to wring out of it. He grunts, holding her down firmly, his fingers fucking her fast. As she calms down and hums, he kisses her pussy, gently removing his fingers.

"You okay?" he checks with her, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"Yeah, wow. That was intense," she laughed.

"You ready for me, Y/N?"

She moans and her eyes flutter, "Yes, Dean," she spreads her legs invitingly and Dean positions himself between them, his body flush against hers, his cock laying between them against her damp and quivering folds, "Please," she moans so sweetly, dragging her slick along his cock, enticing him.

And he's so beyond ready he can taste it on the back of his tongue.

She wraps her arms around him, one hand on the back of his shoulder, the other on his lower back, pulling him to her. It's been so long. She's worked up. It's Dean and she's drowning in the pleasure he's given her. Everything else fades away and there's only them and now.

Dean feels it too as he shifts his hips and knees, lining himself up with her entrance. His eyes hold hers as he enters her, inch by inch, their mouths hanging open, breaths held, as they truly connect, for the first time. As their hips meet, Dean's cock buried to the root, they both release their breath, sounding like a punch to the gut.

It's intense. Dean could die right now and he'd be happy. He actually might. She feels so fucking good he almost can't stand it. It's perfect. She's perfect. He allows her time to adjust. His cock carving out a home inside of her, molding her just for him. He groans, beginning a slow slide in and out, allowing the two of them to explore, touch, feel.

He loves that he gets to have her bare. Gets to feel all of her. Lets her feel all of him. His hips pick up pace, plunging deep on every thrust. She's delirious with pleasure, trying to hold back her sounds, thinking she's quiet, but Dean knows she'd be a fucking screamer if she'd just let go.

"Fuck," Dean groans, "You feel so fucking good," he breathes hot against her neck, grinding his body against hers. She grips him tightly, desperately, her hands roaming his body. He loves the way she touches him. He's gonna cum soon, he can feel it. The tingling feeling creeping up the base of his spine. Then it fully hits him, he realizes - or remembers - that he gets to fuck her bare because he has to breed her. His hips stutter at the thought and he moaned, capturing her lips in a desperate and filthy kiss.

"I'm gonna cum, and I want you to cum with me," he panted against her lips, fucking her fast and hard. One of her hands flew to the headboard, using it to push back against Dean. "That's right, Baby," Dean growled. One of his hands flew to the top of the headboard, using it to pull himself into her harder and deeper. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels digging into his ass as she made the most sinful sounds.

"Come on, Baby," Dean grunted as he fucked into her, "Cum on my cock and I'll fill you up so good. Fuck a baby into this beautiful body of yours. Fuck!"

"Holy - Fuck - Dean!" she screamed out as her orgasm crashed into her violently. She thrashed and writhed beneath Dean, her walls clenching around him and holding him deep and tight. He cried out in ecstasy as he came deep inside her, in excess.

Dean kissed her and nuzzled her, and kissed her some more as the two of them came down from their highs. Though he stayed inside of her, soft as he may be. The thought of not being inside of her was too much at the moment. He kisses her sweet and deep until he has to move. He slowly pulls his softened cock from her dripping folds, watching as his cum oozes forth. He hums in satisfaction before dropping onto the bed beside her.

"I should go check on Sam," Dean suddenly says after catching the clock and realizing how close they've cut it. He jumps up, throwing his clothes back on as quick as he can. Y/N is frozen in bed, sheet tucked up around her body, just watching him.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Dean says, leaning over to peck her lips, "Don't go anywhere," he adds before leaving the room and hurrying down the bunker corridor.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

Dean Winchester:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

Serendipitous Souls:

@brilovesdeanwinchester

@xhannahbananax03

@440mxs-wife

@crist1216

[elladescent449-artspace]

It started with the Milk: Chapter 3 - Hysteria and Cream

This was worse. This was so much worse.

Maybe it was the echoing boom from a crack of thunder, or maybe it was the cold sweat, either way, Leo woke up with a tight throat and irritated skin. He inhaled sharply with a whine, forcing himself into a seated position as he tapped around blindly for his phone. He felt the cool case under his finger pads and dragged it across the sheets before weakly flipping it over. Leo flinched when the bright screen blinded him, but he blinked out the pain and stared until the numbers on the screen came into view. He groaned. 2:57 am. Leo flipped the phone back over and flung it across the sheets, he didn’t care when he heard it hit the floor. That’s what the case is for. He plopped back onto his shell and took a deep breath. Then he took another. And another. The rain was back in full force this evening. It was a lot louder than it had been the previous night, and although it helped calm his brain down, it did nothing for his body. Pinpricks erupted on his skin, it was too hot and too cold all at the same time. He turned over, but nothing felt right as he tossed and turned on his mattress. He threw the blanket off of himself and he heard it float to the floor. The naked air felt better against his skin and shell, but it wasn’t enough.

After what happened in the game room, Leo spent the rest of the afternoon skateboarding. Mikey and Raph had attached themselves to their father asking about old recipes and making plans, and while he had seen Donnie walk into his lab, he didn’t see him after that. Leo spent the first hour just practicing on the vert-ramp, but once he got tired of that he took to traveling the sewers. The rain had subsided for mid-day, but the damage to the city’s water system had already been done. Leo had nowhere in particular that he wanted to go, so he had skated all the way to Queen’s checking out the flood rooms. The rainfall, along with the city's usual expected water usage, had caused a major amount of flooding, some routes had been completely blocked off by rivers of sewage. The flood rooms were almost filled to capacity, but seemed to be holding fine. Leo had expected for there to be a worse smell, but thanks to the rainfall the smell wasn’t as bad as usual. 

Leo was grateful for the alone time, besides giving him the assurance that his home wasn’t about to be twenty feet under raw sewage, it gave him an opportunity to think. The little voice in his head was giving him less and less reasons to believe that exhaustion was the only reason that Donnie was acting… off. Sure, he was up late, but 120 points. 120 points? He never, ever, dropped below 75% of the score possibility. Leo remembered Donnie remarking about his average score, ‘my room for error will never exceed past 25% in order for me to achieve a consistent rate of success,’ whatever that meant. Leo was able to paraphrase that into, ‘I know that my score won’t be perfect, but I’m not a noob to dance.’ Then there was the water bottle, none of the boys were exactly fans of backwash, but Donnie was especially that last person that Leo would expect to just want some of your water. As Leo rolled through the city’s massive pipes, he couldn’t stop going over the whole scene. Donnie’s eager mannerism to dance wan’t off character, but the way his eyes flickered to the water bottle before they even started dancing. Then there was the super low score and the lack of exhaustion after playing DDR’s most difficult song, it’s like he wasn’t even trying in the first place. Then there was that last moment, not just asking for the water, but the way he looked when Leo wouldn’t take it back. The stare was blank, it was hollow, like no-one was home. Leo had returned home right before dinner, where he, Mikey, Raph, and Dad ate the rest of the Chinese leftovers. Donnie had made his appearance just as they had finished, but Leo didn’t stick around.

He sighed into his hands, the pressure against his eyes had helped, but not as much as he had hoped. Leo slowly dragged himself out of bed, growling in irritation when he nearly tripped over his fallen blanket.

He knew he might be a little peeved, but he chose Dad’s barley tea this time around. After flicking on the burner and pulling the kettle forward, he zoned out while the water boiled. Leo grasped the teabag loosely as he stared at the blue flames. They waved gently in the dark kitchen, illuminating not only the kettle, but it also created a ghost of the stove. With a sigh, Leo folded his arms and closed his eyes. Warmth radiated from the stove and he just stopped thinking. The blackness and the warmth was enough for him to psychologically melt, so he let it happen. He didn’t feel sleepy anymore, he felt tired. Last night was a joke in comparison to this. His weight pulled his skeleton down to the floor and every breath that Leo took was a full body effort that made him even more exhausted with every intake. He wanted to crawl on top of the table, or maybe slip himself into the oven and rest but he knew that that wouldn’t be any better than his own bed.

The whistling of the kettle brought him back. After switching the heat to low he realized that he didn’t have a mug. Chewing toasted barley kernels and drinking boiling water straight from ‘Old Skully’ didn’t sound fun, so Leo left the bag on the counter to quietly rifle through the cabinets. It was Donnie’s turn to do the dishes tonight, so of course there weren't any clean mugs left. With a grumble, Leo quietly picked a random mug from the dishwasher and turned the sink on to its lowest setting, scrubbing quietly at the inside and rim. ‘At least that hasn’t changed,’ Leo involuntarily laughed at the thought. He was right, Donnie never did the dishes when asked unless it was some new attempt at tech. He cut the laugh short though, he didn’t want to think about Donnie right now.

After a quick rinse he walked the dripping mug back to the stove and dropped the bag in. He poured the (thankfully) still boiling water into the cup and walked to the kitchen table.

Leo sat down with a sigh. The steam from his mug glided over his face and he stared at the small blue flames on the stove. If it wasn’t for the aching exhaustion, Leo might have mistaken this moment for a dream. He stared a bit longer until the chill of the evening brought him back to center. Leo picked his tea up and brought it to his face. The tea was a bit more bitter than he would’ve liked, but the toasted, nutty flavor more than made up for it. Instead of his usual sipping, he swallowed gently, he didn’t want to disturb the moment with noise.

There were gaps that lasted minutes between each swallow. He would drink, stare at the stove, and repeat. Leo didn’t want to think about anything right now, his brain was bouncing between a heavy fog and the start of a headache. When he ran out of tea he would walk back to the stove and do a refill, he used the same bag again the first time, but the tea wasn't’ as god when he reused the bag so he began changing it every time after that.. Yeah. Dad was going to be irritated.

As good as the tea was, and as great as the warmth in his stomach felt, it didn’t relax him. He still felt sore, he still felt tired, and he still felt irritated. He lost track of how much tea he drank. When his hand felt the empty bottom of the mugicha box, he felt a pang of regret that was quickly stifled by his need for more tea. He had to refill the kettle, but after a quick boil he started back on the sleepytime. 

A distant snap pulled him out of his tea frenzy. He froze. When the snap was followed by a clatter he sat his mug down. He flicked off the stove before sneaking into the common room. Leo hesitated when he saw Donnie’s lab illuminated, but when another noise sounded, he knew that it came from deeper in their home.

He stuck to the shadows as he entered the garage. The turtle tank’s lights were on and he could see the bottom hatch ajar, a shadow danced as something was moving on the inside. He didn’t have his sword. With a quick scan he could see an open toolbox by the back tire of the tank. He snuck over quietly, hesitating when another clang (although quieter than the first) struck the floor from the inside, when he heard nothing else Leo took the largest wrench.

He slid beneath the tank and jumped through the hatch, recovering into a standing position and falling into a fight stance. 

Despite his vision being blurred from exhaustion, it wasn’t hard to tell who it was. “Mikey?”

Mikey flinched and turned with the most guilty look on his face. In one hand he grasped a glue stick, and in the other he held the handle of the soft-serve ice cream machine. “Don’t tell Donnie.”

Leo broke out of his fight stance with only a slight stumble and rubbed his temples with a sigh. After a heavy pause, “Mikey, I thought you were a burglar or something…” Leo threw the wrench down with a heavy clang. “What are you doing at-” he looked over his shoulder at the clock in the dashboard and groaned, “4:30 in the morning?”

“I- I wanted some ice cream,” he hesitantly stated with a stutter before breaking into a full ramble. “I woke up a few minutes ago and after talking all day and eating dinner I forgot to have dessert so I woke up and I just really wanted something sweet and I know that donnie just added marshmallow and creamsicle flavor so I thought I’d just come in here real quick and grab some but then the handle wouldn’t go down and I thought “ok I guess i’ll pull a little harder” and then it just SNAPPED in my hands! I got the glue, and it’s my favorite glue stick because it’s worked on everything so far, even dad’s favorite mug,  but now the handle won’t stick and I-” As much as Leo loved Mikey, he had to start tuning his voice out or Leo was going to have to start running. Leo stepped over to the machine and looked over to where the metal had snapped.

He cut Mikey off with a snicker. “You forgot to remove the lock before you pulled the lever, dum-dum.” He took the glue stick from Mikey’s hand and capped it, Leo knew that a measly kiddie glue stick wasn’t going to do anything. 

“Don’t tell Donnie.” Mikey dropped back down to a whisper, “please don’t tell Donnie you know how he gets about his tech!” Leo took the lever out of Mikey’s hand and lined it up with the break, if they lined it up just right and added a bit of silver paint, they might be able to hide the break from Donnie for a while. “Stop laughing Leo!”

Leo tightened his lips trying to stifle his giggles, “why did you keep pulling on it?”

Mikey hugged himself subconsciously and rocked on his heels, “I thought it would work!”

“So you thought pulling harder on a thing that doesn’t want to go down would work?”

“It works for Raph!” Mikey’s voice rose again in a shout.

Leo folded his arms with a scoff, “Raph pulling harder is the reason we don’t have a microwave anymore.”

Mikey put his face in his hands and groaned, “Donnie’s going to be so mad!” He began pacing in a tight circle.

“Mikey,” Leo reached for his younger brothers shoulder and pulled him into a loose side-hug, “chillax bro, a little glue, a little time, and a silver sharpie will fix this thing right up.”

“The glue didn’t work,” Mikey whined, dragging his hands down his face and pulling at his eyelids.

“Better glue, Micheal,” He waved the glue stick in front of Mikey before chucking it behind them both. Leo hugged him a little tighter and smiled a little wider, “not your grade school craft glue.”

Mikey whined nervously and looked between Leo and the broken lever that he held in his hands, “you really think we can hide it from Donnie?”

Leo covered his mouth for a quick yawn. “Of course, Mikey,” he said softly, “now let’s find some glue.”

With a few minutes and a quick trip into Raph’s craft box, they had collected a small array of different sticky materials. Mikey set them messily on the counter next to the soft-serve machine.

They tried the white craft glue first, but that just dripped down the sides and wouldn't hold when they let go. The fabric glue was a little more discreet, as it was completely clear, but even after holding it for twenty minutes, the handle fell to the floor with a bang. Next was the glue gun. 

Despite Donnie’s absolute genius he had neglected to put any normal outlets on the turtle tank, so Leo had to skulk back into the dim garage,and quietly dig for a power cord. Leo crawled back through the bottom hatch carrying a daisy chain of six power cords that he had to assemble together. Mikey got the glue-gun ready. 

“Let’s see if this one will work,” Leo smiled, trying to stay positive as he handed Mikey the cord. “One of these has gotta work,” Mikey plugged the gun in and tapped his foot impatiently as it heated on the counter, “Donnie was so proud of this.”

Leo chuckled as he leaned against the counter, “don’t worry,” he yawned as he spoke teasingly, “worse case scenario, I’ll just grab the duct tape and blame it on Raph.”

Mikey pouted but said nothing as he sat down with a thump. It was quiet again.

“Speaking of Donnie…” should he even be talking to Mikey about this? 

Mikey groaned at the name. He leaned his head against the wall of the turtle tank, “the ice cream maker was his sixth favorite part of the tank, he’s gonna kill me~” he moaned.

“Every part of the tank is Donnie’s favorite part.” Leo chuckled, but the gravity of his question kept it from being sincere. “Have you noticed anything…” Leo rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, hesitating to finish his question, “off about him lately?”

“Off how?” Mikey scoffed.

“It’s not serious, it’s just… earlier today we played DDR… and he lost.”

Mikey giggled. “He usually loses Leo, we’ve got too much razzmatazz for ‘em.”

“Well of course he lost to me considering that i’m an amazing dancer,” Leo grinned, but he couldn’t keep it as he continued, “but his score was only 120.”

“That’s pretty low, for Donnie”

“I know!”

Mikey hummed with a smile. “Why are you worried about it? Number 3.”

Leo ignored the tease. “Well, it’s not just that,” he remembered the water bottle, “he drank after me.”

“Ew.”

“Yeah, and at breakfast did you see him drink his coffee?”

“Uh,” Mikey scoffed and leaned his face on his hand as he looked up at Leo, “he has coffee like, every minute of the day?”

“He put milk in it!” Leo rubbed his eyes trying to wipe out some of the drowsiness that was clouding his vision.

“So?”

“This is Donnie! He doesn’t put milk in his coffee!” Leo’s voice rose unintentionally.

“He drinks pumpkin spice Latte’s sometimes.”

“It’s April!” Leo guffawed as he brought his hands up to accentuate his point. Donnie didn't like that they knew about his love affair with fall flavors, but that was the only time he changed his preference. Leo continued to carp, “Donnie’s taken his caffeine black since we were 10, and what. He just starts putting milk in it overnight?”

Mikey speaks softly but firmly, putting his hands up in a defensive position to try and calm Leo down, “calm down Leo, is it really such a big deal that he has a little dairy to go with his beans?”

Leo stopped and snapped his head at Mikey, who flinched at the sudden attention, “so you haven’t noticed anything?”

“I mean…” Mikey hesitated with wide eyes, “Leon… are you ok?”

“I’m fine, just…” Leo repeated quieter, “you haven’t noticed anything?”

There was a pause between them, Mikey sat contemplatively as Leo sighed in frustration, he shouldn’t have said anything.

“I’m sorry Mikey,” Leo stood up straight and took a few uneasy paces before coming back to the counter. He rubbed his face with his hands, the lack of sleep was making him crazy. “I think i’m just tired.”

“It’s okay…” Mikey chuckled. His brows furrowed before he slowly turned his head to look towards Leo. “Donnie just…” He dropped his voice to a nervous mumble, “I mean, there was this one thing but it’s not like the thing he did was anything serious.” 

Leo’s eyes widened and he looked to see the nervous expression on Mikey’s face, “what?” 

Mikey nervously rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Was it the coffee?” Leo asks.

“No, it wasn’t the coffee,” Mikey laughed awkwardly, folding into himself a little more. “It was yesterday.”

“But you were with Dad and Raph all day, right?” Leo contemplated, he had been in the sewers by himself for the majority of that day, what did he miss?

“No, that was today.” Mikey stated, looking confused.

“So you mean the day after yesterday,”

“Whatever, just…” He looked uncomfortable as he started to pick at the flooring.

“What is it?”

“I don’t…” Mikey tapped his fingers against the floor of the turtle tank, avoiding eye contact briefly as he tried to consider his answer. “It really was just this one thing?” He chuckled quietly. “It’s so dumb too, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“What do you mean?” Leo went down to the floor and scooted close to Mikey.

Mikey hesitated to answer, “he turned off Shelldon.” 

“What?”

“Raph had broken the game cube, so I went to ask Donnie to fix it before dinner. I went in his lab but he wasn’t there, and that’s when I saw Shelly lying in his charging station. I tried talking to him, but he was off. No lights, no eye movement, just… off”

“Like… charging?” Leo asked.

“No.” Mikey answered quickly, still avoiding eye contact as he spoke. “Like off. Off, off.”

“Shelldon can’t turn off,” Donnie had installed multiple processors into Shelldon in order for him to be able to be alert at all times, a ‘security measure’ as he had put it, “He’s got a sleep mode-”

Mikey looked at Leo suddenly, and there was a bead of panic depicted on his face, “he was open and his battery was sitting on the table.”

Leo’s throat tightened. Donnie would never do that. “Woah… that’s…”

“When Donnie came in I asked him about it,” Mikey rubbed the back of his neck again and his voice got even quieter as he continued, “he said he just needed to change the battery in order to… something about his coolant?” His explaining tone of voice didn’t really convey that he believed that. “I didn’t really get it, but he said he’d fix the game cube so I left,” Mikey looked away from Leo and stood. He picked up the glue gun.

Leo was stunned. He turned off Shelldon. Shelldon! Shelldon was the one family member that Donnie could tolerate for more than ten minutes and he just… gutted him on the table? He didn’t remember seeing Shelldon the previous night when he had bothered Donatello, but then again, the lab was pretty messy, he could have missed him among the broken car and vending machine.

“It was just that one thing though,” Mikey cut into his thoughts. Leo stood as Mikey began squeezing the clear sealant on the handles break. Leo picked up the handle that laid on the counter and pushed it against the fracture. “We shouldn’t be talking about him like this.”

“Wha-” Leo was shocked, “you can’t just give me that information and not make me worried about it Mikey,” Leo wiggled the handle until it fit cleanly against the jagged piece, “he turned off Shelldon? His most recent pride and joy turtle robot son?”

“He made Shelldon,” Mikey put the glue gun down and sighed, “he knows more about him than us and updates him like… every week.”

“I think somethings up with him,” Leo whispered, Leo’s fist clenched tighter against the metal handle and his fist paled.

Mikey unplugged the glue gun and his tone turned into a mix of concern and reason, “Shelldon needs a coolant change three times a day,” he set the gun down to let it cool , with a sigh he continued, “is it really so unbelievable to you that Donnie would want to fix that?”

“Something is wrong Mikey,” Leo’s whisper rose and he took a step closer to Mikey. 

Mikey looked nervous as Leo approached. “Stop it Leo,” he warned.

“He’s been acting so weird, with the coffee, dancing, backwash, staring at me!” Leo’s voice was rising. “Are you seriously telling me that he turned off Shelldon and you’re not even a little concerned?” Leo grasped at Mikey’s arm loosely. 

Mikey looked at the hand and then back to Leo, squinting as he studied Leo carefully. After a pause, “Leo, why were you up this late anyway?”

Leo was taken aback by the question. He scoffed and shook his head as he stuttered his response. “We’re not talking about me, here, we’re talking about Donnie.”

“Yeah, but…” Mikey was starting to see the heavy bags under his eyes, “how long have you been awake?”

“Mikey, please, are you concerned or not?”

Mikey’s voice was soft and patient, but it couldn’t blanket the anxiety that was underneath “Is it the Insomnia?”

“Mikey, I am actually getting scared,” there was a shake in Leo’s voice. “He’s been acting like a stranger.”

“How much have you slept?” Mikey continued, “you’re not acting like yourself-”

Leo rose into a frantic shout, “he’s not acting like Donnie!” Mikey stumbled at the rise in his voice, shaken by the sudden hostility he stared at Leo with quivering eyes. 

“I-”

“What are you guys doing?” They both jumped at the sudden voice. Leo looked towards the floor hatch where Donnie was. He was only halfway through, leaning his head in one hand as he watched inquisitively.

“Uh,” Leo started, “we were just-” The handle fell to the floor with a bang. Mikey and Leo looked at the handle and then each other. If they could sweat, Mikey would be sweating bullets. He was painfully nervous, and so was Leo. How much did Donnie hear?

Leo swallowed the knot in his throat, “hey Donnie,” Donnie’s eyes flickered to Leo and took mark of him from top to bottom. Leo swallowed again. “Whatcha doin-”

“I broke the ice cream maker!” The answer burst out of Mikey and he was suddenly ranting again. “I woke up and after talking all day and eating dinner I forgot to have dessert so I woke up and I just really wanted something sweet and I know that you had just added marshmallow and creamsicle flavor so I thought I’d just come in here real quick and grab some but then the handle wouldn’t go down and I thought “ok I guess i’ll pull a little harder” and then it just SNAPPED in my hands! I got my glue stick, and it was my favorite glue stick because it’s worked on everything so far, even dad’s favorite mug,  but then it wouldn’t stick so I-” Leo tuned Mikey out and studied Donnie from the corner of his eye.

Donnie gazed nonchalantly at the handle before he considered the two of them. His eyes shifted between Mikey and Leo, and for a moment he just sat in the floor hatch, listening to Mikey quietly. He looked at Leo again, and as Donnie’s eyes narrowed a weight resettled in Leo's stomach, almost dragging him down to the floor. Donnie smiled, and Leo shivered. Donnie stood up from the floor hatch and placed himself between Leo and Mikey, shell to Leo.

“-and then we tried the hot glue and it was working for a second and then BAM, it fell to the floor and I am so so, So! Sorry Donnie I know how important it was to you and I shouldn’t have even-” Mikey stopped when Donnie pulled him in for a hug.

“It’s okay Micheal,” he spoke softly as he embraced Mikey carefully. “Accidents happen.” 

“Re- really?” Mikey spoke hesitantly, carefully bringing his arms up to hold Donnie back, as carefully as someone would approach an animal that might run away. Donnie never initiated hugs. “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not!” Donnie laughed, “it’s just an ice cream maker, no biggie!”

“But still, I shouldn't have-”

“You know what,” Donnie cut him off. “Why don’t we both have some ice cream together?”

Leo found his voice.“What?”

Donnie looked over his shoulder at Leo with a wide grin before looking back to Mikey “I just finished making a brand new ice cream maker in my lab!”

“Like… right now?” Leo was confused.

“No you dum-dum,” Donnie laughed heartily, “earlier today, right after dinner.”

“You mean yesterday?” Mikey chirped.

“Whatever,” Donnie expressively waved his hand, “do you want some ice cream or not?”

Mickey laughed hesitantly at the offer, squeezing Donnie tightly before letting go with a nervous laugh. “I mean-”

Purple continued, “We could have mango flavor, sprinkles and chocolate, coffee and cream, or even that new one you wanted to try, creamsicle and marshmallow!” He threw an arm over Mikey’s shoulders. “For breakfast!”

“Sure…” In disbelief, Mikey slowly returned to his ecstatic senses, quickly perking up with excitement as Donnie began to lead him towards the door of the tank. “Sure! Yeah, yeah!”

“Great!” Donnie smiled eagerly and Mikey started talking about possible ice cream combinations that he was going to try. Mikey was smiling so happily and Donnie listened fondly as he rambled on a more positive note. He held him closely, hugging him tightly by the shoulder as they approached the passenger seat door. Leo stood still, uncertain with what to do or what to say. Donnie looked back, and his grin widened.

Leo grabbed Mikey’s hand instinctively, addressing Donnie before they could go any farther, “wait!”

Donnie hummed.

Leo’s voice was choked as he tried to find a reason for stopping them. “Isn’t it a little early for ice cream?”

“No.” Mikey and Donnie said in unison, and Donnie laughed before Mikey could, the mischief in Donnie’s eyes twinkled, “want to join us?” 

Leo did not. The rock in his stomach had grown into his legs and he didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want Mikey to go either. Something was wrong while at the same time nothing was wrong. He shouldn’t be worried, nothing bad has happened, so why was he so full of dread. “We’ve still gotta fix the machine in here, right, Mikey?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Donnie scoffed, “I’ll fix it later.” He flicked open the door and Mikey was pulled out of Leo’s hands. Mikey looked back with a smile, but it broke when he saw Leo’s face. ‘Don’t let him go,’ the small voice whispered. Too late.

Leo watched from the window as they walked towards the door of the garage. Mikey was back to rambling and Donnie held him closely as they exited. Leo yawned so hard it made him dizzy, he stumbled back to the counter and growled as he rubbed his face. What was wrong? What was wrong with Donnie? What was wrong with him? He stayed there for another few minutes, closing his eyes and breathing as he tried to get a grip on himself.

He turned off every light in the turtle tank and closed the floor hatch before locking up the garage for the night. As he walked back into the common room he could see that the lights were still on in the Lab. Mikey’s loud voice was ecstatic as he talked about ice cream and the plans that he and Raph had made with Dad.

Leo dragged open the curtain to his room and closed it behind him just as he heard Raph shouting for them to be quiet. He picked his blanket up off of the floor and flopped onto the bed, curling into a tight ball under the thick sheet trying to drown the noise of Donnie and Mikey’s stifled giggles.

[digitalworldbound]

can i have a koukari in 10? it can be romantic/platonic, i just need the combination needs more love :D thank you!

Number 10: “I know you’re not a fan of Valentine’s day…I just thought that maybe I could change your mind…”

Characters: Koushiro x Hikari. I’ve never written for Koukair, but I find the pair so fascinating. I’ve been working on this for a month, but it still reads kind of clumsy and awkward. However, I want to write more of the two of them, so hopefully practice will make perfect. ALSO, I am going to rewrite this in the future, but I just wanted to get something out to you in the meantime :) 

Feel free to send me a prompt!

Hikari had never been one to avoid confrontation. She liked to think herself as diplomatic; easily navigating the relationships around her. It wasn’t until a messy-haired ginger waltzed into her heart with his nervous chatter that her heart began to waver.

Somewhere along the messy business of growing up, her heart began to flutter whenever he was near. Hikari wasn’t avoiding confrontation per say; she was avoiding Koushiro. There was a clear distinction between the two (or so she believed).  

Her red pen marked one day closer to Valentine’s.

Like most girls her age, Hikari typically spent the days leading up to the holiday in a frenzy of melted confectionaries and drafts of handwritten notes. This year, however, she planned to lay low. She couldn’t trust herself not to get caught up in the excitement an accidently make Koushiro honmei chocolates instead of the customary giri.

After wrapping seven sets of identical chocolates – her friends would never forgive her if she forgot them- Hikari began to wonder if chocolates were the way to go. In all the years that she had known Koushiro, she had never known him to be particularly fond of sweets. Unlike the other boys, he preferred the bitter taste of hot tea or a protein bar. Chocolate, she decided, would be a no-go.

“Onii-chan?” she asked, rousing Taichi away from scavenging through the refrigerator. He grunted, frozen corndogs in clutch. “Do you know if Koushiro-san is busy tomorrow?” Hikari mused, trying her best to sound nonchalant over the pounding of her heart. Why was she so nervous? She had no idea.  

Shoving two of the corndogs into their toaster oven, Taichi answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “How am I supposed to know? You could just send him a text.”

A mixing spoon clattered onto the kitchen floor. Hikari jumped in surprised, narrowly avoiding the droplets of melted chocolate that ricocheted in her direction. Her brother was not as quick on his feet. “Hey, watch it!” He struggled to wipe the sticky syrup from his face. Glops hung from his hair, but Hikari stifled her giggles. As beep of the toaster oven regained the attention of the older, less graceful Yagami, Hikari allowed herself to breathe a quick sigh of relief before cleaning up the mess.

-

Morning sunshine filled her bedroom with an ethereal glow, but Hikari’s eyes nervous glanced over to the cat-themed calendar on her wall. The angry red circle seemed to lasso itself around her thin shoulders, constricting her stomach into tight knots: it was Valentine’s Day.

But luck appeared to grace her with one favor; it also happened to be a Saturday.

Seven little pouches of neatly wrapped chocolates guarded her bedside table, making the gift bag appear even more out-of-place. Late into the night, she swallowed her pride, realizing that if she wanted to have any chance of getting through to Koushiro, it would have to be more personal that a standardized gift.

Dressing herself in her favorite pink skirt and ladybug-hairclip (partly for good luck, partly to see if Koushiro would notice), Hikari dropped one of the bags in front of Taichi’s door before giving her mother a kiss goodbye.

“Goodluck today, sweetie!” Her mother called out. Hikari’s mother - who didn’t even realize that Gatomon was a living creature until three months of her being there – took note of the tension in her daughter’s shoulders. Flashing a quick, tight-lipped smile behind her, Hikari disappeared into the light of midday.  

Once she was seated on her bicycle, Hikari allowed the breeze to carry her anxieties away. It was only Koushiro. Some of her earliest memories of childhood were stained with his fiery hair. His quick wit was more coveted than her brother’s bravery, and there were days that his smile warmed her like sunshine. She had seemingly known him forever; how could she be afraid? The bicycle wheel clicked to a stop, and Hikari wished courage was hereditary.

Gift bag in clutch, the young girl nervously fixed her appearance in the reflection of the window. The ladybug charm shone brightly amongst her bangs, and she absentmindedly wondered if he would like it. Flipping her cell phone open, digitalized numbers told her what she already knew: it was now or never.

Hikari sent Koushiro a text letting him know that she was there. She perched herself on a bench, folding her hands in her lap to keep from fidgeting. The sun warmed her shoulders, the heat adding to her anticipation. “Hello, Hikari-chan.” Koushiro’s voice washed over her. His shadow loomed over her, offering some reprieve from the sunshine.  Through her squinted eyes, she did her best to read his facial expressions. When she made no move to speak, he motioned for her to follow him.  

Hikari let the silence filtered between them for a few beats, sighing in appreciation as the air conditioning enveloped her. “You know,” she began, hands clammy around the handles of his present, “It’s about time for your lunch break.”

Koushiro only hummed in agreement, turning the corner to his office. His khaki pants were wrinkled compared to the crisp pleats of Hikari’s skirt. She noted the tense outline of his shoulders and shadows underneath his eyes. “Have you been sleeping alright?”

“I’ve been sleeping as much as I can, but I still have so much to work on.”

As they crossed the threshold into Koushiro’s workspace, Hikari did her best to cover her surprise. She had almost forgotten how shiny the floors could be without its usual coating of trash and debris. He stood sheepishly in the middle of the room; hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.

“Wow, you’ve cleaned! It looks great!” she praised, eyes glittering in appraisal.

“Well,” his hand found its way to the back of his neck, “I knew that you were coming over.” It could have been any combination of his rosy cheeks, downcast eyes or subtle confession, but there was a hum of anticipation in the air. To avoid her heated stare, Koushiro sat behind his computer, fingers clasped in his lap.

Her hair fluttered around her face as she thrust her gift in his direction. “Here, this is for you.” As Koushiro took the bag from her, he allowed his fingers to linger a second longer than necessary. Blurting out his obligatory “Arigatōgozaimashita”, he methodically removed his favorite flavor of tea and bags of jellybeans. Hikari clasped her hand behind her back, doing little to conceal her anxiety.

  The bags of tea and snacks sat listlessly in Koushiro’s lap, his eyebrows furrowed close together. If she hadn’t been so nervous, Hikari might have laughed at how the resembled to little caterpillars on his forehead.

“I know you’re not a fan of Valentine’s day…I just thought that maybe I could change your mind…” Hikari faced colored, eyes staring intently at the shine of Koushiro’s dress shoes. The room was eerily silent, the buzz of anticipation dancing around them like static.

His office chair squeak as his weight shifted, shoes moving closer to her own. Hikari’s head tilted the slightest bit upwards. She couldn’t breathe. He took a step closer, cheeks aflame. Koushiro’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in slowly, hand bringing itself to rest at the small of her back. Anticipation burned in her stomach; her heart was doing somersaults in her chest. His fingers reached out to run themselves through her hair but got caught.

“What’s this?” He mused, words no more than a whisper that ghosted over her lips.

“A ladybug” her breath mingled with his.

He leaned in.