#go go hamster chef

[michelada12]

Back at it again with the indierpg games 😉

Stares Back by StephenW313.

Game about a teacher that develops an interest in astrology.

It’s Snowing by pikkyrat games.

Game where you get to enjoy a snowy day.

Creature in the Corner by HeadLocker

Game where you get to enjoy some burgers with a creature that likes looking at you.

An Airport for Aliens Currently Run by Dogs by Strange Scaffold.

Very realistic airport simulator. Get to befriend a bunch of doggos.

Home Safety Hotline by Night Signal Entertainment.

Game where you get to provide quality customer service by protecting homes from pest & hazards.

Go! Go! Hamster Chef! by Matt Henry, MetaArcade, Fridgecrisis, Liam Higley & Ed Johnson.

A cute game where you help a hamster kickstart a food delivery service.

Beary the Hatchet by Team Cetacity.

Help a serial killer work their 9 to 5 job at a gas station. Be careful with them true crime fans.

Tentador Leches by Karmic Punishment.

Get to know your new milk man in this completely innocent visual novel.

[supernovero]

Game devs will make the nicest, concise, fun game that you want to play for hours of silly fun and then go "btw this is a horror game no more cooking and baking Run for your Life Now"

[s1lv3rp4w3dc4t]

Bunjamin go go hamster chef to the hamster chef: fuck you. I hate you forever. gimme carrot soup, dumb bitch

Hopper to hamster chef: you are my bestie I'd marry you. also my grandpa IS alive i swear. also where did you get these mushr

[wyverns-ghost]

!! Go! Go! Hamster Chef! Spoilers Ahead !!

        So..... yknow how the very beginning of the game is basically like, “hey, Hop Pop needs this food!” and the Hamster Chef, by the end of the interaction, is all like “i don’t need food anymore!! i need to make a business outta this!”

What if this explains the ending of the game, as well as the “Glitch” that hunts you in the forest while you’re collecting onions, AND why you find Hop Pop’s ‘body’ and assume it’s been there for months? what if you were just hallucinating it all due to starvation, which might explain why you leave town in such a rush when you think you’re getting chased by all the townspeople? anyways, just a silly little thought <3 i have more thoughts about the game, maybe i’ll write about them eventually! might even make some art soon too <v< also i am obsessed with this game. so far only youtubers have picked it up, but i am patiently waiting for a fandom to exist around it :3

[pocketlugia]

a warm up doodle of a hamster chef. I would like to make some bigger fanart at some point but the design lives rent free

[j0ur3nys-3nd]

MissingNo: Steven, Steven, Steven I'm in the funky hampter chemf game

[kawaii-lavender]

Foreshadowing :3

[mlleclaudine]

The Dish with Kish (s21e08)

[missdragongaming]

Today, we play as a hamster who is a chef and makes his friends food. Things take a dark turn.

Go! Go! Hamster Chef!: https://fancymatt.itch.io/go-go-hamster-chef

Outro Song: Forest Lullabye - Asher Fulero

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[clawsdevour]

｡. ˚oikawa husband hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-time skip, fluff, goofy silly husband oikawa, not proofread

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-Oikawa, the type of husband to love to just hold your hand. Everytime he does though, he always looks at it to admire the ring he picked out for you the moment he knew you were the one. He can't help but smile and kiss the small gem while admiring the luck.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to absolutely love laughing with you. It's not that he likes laughing but more of hearing you laugh with him. He enjoys silly little moments where you get to laugh off a small mistake or just simple tickle fights.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to plan little "slumber parties" with you. He'd go out his way to buy little pouches of face masks and cut up little cucumbers for your eyes. While you're at it, Oikawa would also enjoy baking cookies to eat while you both binge-watch your current favorite shows. He loves doing little fun activities like these because you both get a chance to unwind and relax together.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to probably gossip with you about his volleyball team and old friends like how he met Hinata in Brazil. He loves telling you about his volleyball career as well since it's a big part of who he is and he appreciates how you love every version of him.. especially when you're real invested in the short volleyball gossip sessions.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to love ruining your cute couple selfies by making the goofiest faces mid pic until you get serious. Don't get me wrong, he enjoys taking selfies. But what he enjoys most is the memory behind the photos.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to give you his all. Every small effort he puts into you for instance, making you a simple breakfast. He puts every little thought into every action. Do you like bacon? He'd sizzle a fresh batch for you. Do you like your eggs whole or scrambled with salt and pepper? If you don't he wouldn't cook it that way. He remembers every little detail without you even realizing it.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to give you the best shoulder massages when you're having one of those days. He'd immediately notice your slight shift in energy and tell you to sit down in front of him while his fingers work that setter magic, relieving all the pent up stress and freeing up your tensed muscles while he reassures you with his comforting words.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to love going out on dates with you. He enjoys planning them, calling restaurants, booking flights, and overall going above and beyond for a good time with the one he loves the most. He truly loves to spoil you. He'd enjoy taking you out to foreign countries where you both can bask in the ambiance of new land where it's just you two.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to be a complete fatass for the food you cook. Doesn't matter if you're a bad or a good chef, he genuinely likes that you enjoy cooking for him. Every meal he eats, he can feel the love that you cooked it with every bite that just gets better. He's stuffing his cheeks full like a hamster to the point where he'd accidentally end up choking for water.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to definitely send you reels while he's out for work. He'd for sure be watching them and laugh when reading the comment section to the point where he has to send you the reels and sends screenshots of the comments he found the funniest. Oikawa would quite literally laugh in your dms saying stuff like "LOL HINATA DID THIS ONCE"

masterlist here

[bellaaae]

Yn speaking KONGLISH for 7mins straight! [108k views]

>Notes!:Korean in italics

— clip one✰

<newjeans in New York>

“Yn what do you want?” Minji asked yn who was in her own world.

“Huh?” Yn asked as she came out of her zone.

“What do you want to eat?” She repeated the question.

“Chicken…..” she started trying to remember the name.

“Chicken….Nugget?” She asked trying to get the English name because she had heard of it on the internet.

“One chicken nugget” Minji told the waiter who nodded and went to tell the chef the orders.

— clip two✰

Comment:Yn can you please speak English?

“Speak English?” Yn asked to confirm.

“Sure!,but I’m not that good” she warned the viewers.

Comment:What did you do this morning?

“This morning…When I woke up…I-i umm prayed to God,Then I….….” She paused trying to say the sentence.

“Went on my phone” she said fake pressing her phone to the camera illustrating to fans who didn’t understand.

“Minji unnie called me for breakfast” she said making an eating gesture.

“After breakfast I did my morning Skin care then had my shower before coming to do this current live” she spoke with a Korean accent then applauded.

— clip three✰

“Who’s the tallest between Hanni unnie and yn?” Hyein read out a comment.

“It’s me!” Yn said making Hanni raise an eyebrow and look at yn.

“How tall are you?” She asked yn.

“I’m about 160cm tall” yn said making Hanni laughs softly.

“Yn you’re shorter than me….” She said making yn tilt her head.

“I am?” She asked confused.

“But I’m 160cm tall are you about 2cm taller?” YN asked making hanni realize what’s going on.

Yn had mixed up shorter and taller in English.

“Yes you are your mistaking taller for shorter”hanni explained and yn made an ‘oh’ before nodding.

— clip four✰

<Newjeans live>

Gaurr_16:Can you all please say I love bunny’s in English?

“Sure why not” Danielle said and looked at the rest of the members who agreed.

“I love bunnies” Minji said in an American accent making hanni and Danielle coo

“Oi Laurve bunnies” Danielle said in her thick Aussie accent.

“I love bunnies” both haerin and hyein said at the same time making them look at each other and laugh.

“I…love….bunnies” hanni said word by word

“I saranghae bunnies” yn said making everyone look at her and laugh.

Her words were completely different from every one else.

“Yn in English saranghae is love” Danielle corrected yn who looked at her not understanding what she said.

— clip five✰

“Yn what’s going to be your representative emoji?” Hyein asked yn who hadn’t come up with her representative emoji yet.

“A cat would fit you because of your eyes” Danielle suggested.

“I don’t want to be a cat,I want an animal that has chubby cheeks like me,and fans already use cat emoji sometimes for Haerin unnie” yn explained.

“A hamster has cubby cheeks?” Hanni also suggested.

“But that’s already Haerin unnie representative emoji” yn pouted.

“I know! A mouse!” Yn exclaimed smiling.

— clip six✰

Q;What position do you want in newjeans?

“I actually have positions,my position is main rapper,main dancer,Centre and Maknae” yn stated to the camera.

✰𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒

[mayasaurusss]

Day four: Making caramel apples. (failed cook Natalie at your service). This is very short and simple 'cause I didn't have that much motivation to write today; sorry about this, and I hope you enjoy!

Nat was always a mysterious girl. Even before your relastionship, she always strucked you as the kind of person who never is totally herself, who is always somewhat introverted and has trouble opening up to people.

And for a while, she was like that. She had been very wary near you, never spilling anything more than you needed to know.

But then, she slowly started to open up with you. She will tell you more about her past, give you random gifts out of the blue and take you long, romantic dates.

As autumn approaches, you decide to bake something sweet to eat with her. But you don't have eggs, flour or chocolate chips to make cookies. But you can make caramel apples. Yes, it'll do. You've never made any, but hope that they'll turn out good. You hear rustling and see Natalie walking into the kitchen, her face hidden under a heavy blanket that falls over her shoulders, making her look like a home made ghost. "What are you doing?" she asks, looking at you, "Caramel apples. Wanna help me?". "...Oh fuck yes". Now, when you said that, you didn't expect her to bolt out from under the blanket and skip over to you, like a magnet.

Cooking with Natalie can be... interesting.

Cut her some slack, she has never been able to cook anything more than grilled cheese sandwiches in that trailer her parents called a home, and certanly has never done so with a partner.

This gives her the occasion to explore passions she never knew she had. She puts on the first apron she finds and stands next to you, waiting for your instructions.

"Ok haha, so...after cooling the apples let's put all the ingredients togheter" you start by adding butter, sugar and spices togheter. "Take it over, Nat" you say to her while searching for a baking tray to put the apples on.

With the maestry of a newborn hamster, Natalie all the heavy cream in the mixture.

You have to pray all the gods ever known to give you the strenght of not getting mad at her. "Are you mad at me?" she asks you, blown pupils looking at you. "I. Am not. Mad" you say while trying to salvage what you can.

"Ok so now you gotta dip the apples in. Do not-" you grab her cheeks and push your face into hers, nose to nose, "for the love of God. Take long. Dip them, let the excess caramel fall back in. The. Pan. And then, place them on the tray".

Natalie hold the apple above the pot, then dips it inside the caramel and scoops it out and sets it on the tray. She repearts this process two other times, then notices the liquid is far less than before. When she realizes her mistake, she hisses, prompting you to slowly turn towards her and ask, "What. Have. You done?"

The apples are completley covered by golden caramel, the excess liquid falling over them and creating pools that are quickly cooling off. They almost look gross.

Instead of begin angry, you find yourself laughing. You don't know if you are having genuine fun or if it's pure desperation.

"And a-now, all you need to do is making a blob with the caramello!" you don't even know what's going on anymore. Are you really here? Is this really happening?

Natalie is holding a big spoon in her hand, standing on the chair with her left leg propped up the table, all the while wearing a chef hat. At one point she even draw some Dalì looking mustache on her upper lip. She's letting the caramel fall from the spoon into the last space left on tha baking tray, super focused on trying to not make a mess.

"Now, we a-wait!" she says, wobbling a bit on the chair.

"Natalie, please get down before you- Oh my god!" of courrse, she looses balance and falls, spraining her ankle.

That was fun to explain at the hospital.

[wyverns-ghost]

“Go! Go! Hamster Chef!” Fanart

YIPPEE!!! i spent so long on this LOL. if you could see how many reference photos i had off to the side, oh boy.. also yes, that is a-realistic mushroom in his mouth teehee :3c I’m planning to draw the other characters too, but not today LOL-- i spent like 4-5 hours on this one alone making sure everything was perfect

[schoenpepper]

You Are My Sunshine

Intro: It turns out soulmate marks don’t work over text.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, reader is not yuu, unrequited love, kinda angsty idk, love triangle kinda, shipping crumbs haha, self esteem issues, reader kinda judgmental, angst, open ish ending, not proofread

A/N: I think the account is deleted but this is for a requester in my 300 follower event, I can't tag them though. Sorry it took so long.

Masterlist

‘I love you.’

Your soulmate is quite the straightforward guy.

Your mark’s been inscribed from birth; on your wrist is a scrawling, messy sort of handwriting that speaks of feelings you didn’t understand until you were at least 12.

In the form of Jamil Viper.

Maybe it’s the way he helped you so effortlessly with your chores, or even how he’s still so kind to you despite the way he’s so obviously favored by master Kalim. You’d long since been taught to be invisible as you serve food and drinks on banquet tables and be silent as you run through the halls. Perhaps those parts of your servant training inevitably bled through to your everyday life. Compared to other children your age, you’re barely noticeable. Nothing but a speck in the backdrop.

In the darkness, Jamil is a shadow slithered alongside you, as silent and invisible. It’s a comforting presence.

It’s unfortunate that he’s not your soulmate. Wrapped around his wrist in elegant cursive, like those you’d see written by quill and ink, ‘It’s my pleasure to meet you, truly. You certainly seem like a worthy…client.’, whatever that meant. Your first words to him are certainly not up to that standard. It fit him though, surely only someone of grace and eloquence is deserving of someone like Jamil.

That’s not to say it makes your pining hurt any less. Or that it helps at all. Still, it comforts you that the one you adore will find a future with someone who’s…not you. Someone better, presumably.

At fifteen, Jamil gets a black envelope.

You’re happy for him; his chance to become someone more than just a servant, far away from the master, it’s already in his hands. Being a mage makes for a lot more job opportunities than constantly cleaning up master Kalim’s messes, right? It was funny to see the master bawling his eyes out at the night of Jamil’s departure (definitely not out of spite but also, why is the master clingier towards Jamil than you are?).

Ah, but he gets invited to NRC too.

The house throws a huge party (that you have to serve for, of course), and you decide to work in the kitchen instead of weaving around the crowd of higher echelon folks in the ballroom. The smell of spices is stronger than the breeze carrying expensive colognes, so it’s a rather comforting place for you as you ponder over the situation. The situation technically has nothing to do with you. But gossip spreads quick, from the lips of a maid who'd heard it from her lady, she whispers it to the chef and to the butler and eventually, the entire town knows. Behind the glamor of these rich and noble people, their dirt is scattered like crumbs in a park, feeding bored laborers like starved pigeons. Kalim Al Asim got into the prestigious college because his parents paid more than enough to build at least two more dormitories.

It’s a bit…gross.

There’s nothing more annoying to you than seeing scenes like this. Master Kalim is technically faultless—he doesn’t seem to have the scheming to do such a thing—but his original sin was being born with everything you could never have in your life. Money makes the world go round, and the Al Asim family makes the world turn on their palm like a hamster running desperately on its wheel.

You hope your soulmate could be less dependent. You’d had dreams before of course, imaginations and such of what kind of person your soulmate could possibly be. Wouldn’t it be perfect if they were just like Jamil? Smart, responsible, hardworking and independent. Does it make you a bit of a hateful person, being so envious of your master at times when he’s done nothing to deserve your ire? Perhaps. But that still doesn’t stop the feeling, does it? In your eyes, Kalim is an overgrown child whose naivete will get him in trouble one day.

Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

Why is it that you have to work so hard for a happy ending when it’s already set in stone for him?

(You hate Kalim. Really.)

There’s not too much to do without your master around. Sure there are the occasional chores, but since you’re part of Kalim’s personal entourage and he’s not exactly around, most days you’re free to do as you please. It’s easy to get bored—your life before this point had been studying and duties and such—so having so much free time is a strange concept, but not one you couldn’t grasp. You end up downloading Magicam and register an account.

It’s there that you meet the beginning of a series of endless problems.

Not that you knew it then.

User ‘sunshineSANDrain’ commented on one of your first posts. On a simple selfie in a new outfit you’d bought with some pocket money (the Al Asims were anything but stingy).

sunshineSANDrain: cute!

It was innocent enough, and you’d have overlooked it had their profile picture not been a band you really liked at the time. It was relatively unknown, so seeing someone who shared your interest made you happy. That happiness was like divine providence that probed you to message them privately.

thatoneweirdo: hey i saw u were into blottediamonds??? crazy!!!! me too 🥰

sunshineSANDrain: OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE

They’re a very cheerful individual, which is…strange. Happiness is a luxury. It’s the kind of thing available only to the top brass, when their survival is ensured and their every whim is granted by virtue of several hundreds of servants. But this person that you don’t know, they’re overflowing with kindness and energy to live life as it goes. It’s refreshing to see.

They never post about their personal life, but they have so much in common with you that there’s no lack of topics. How dull would it be to describe; you’re two peas in a pod, fitting perfectly like a glove. Yet it’s accurate. This online friend is someone who’s so easy to get lost in. In the middle of the night when you’re laid down in bed, you’re still talking to them about every single aspect of your life that you’re not even aware is leaving your fingertips. Your guard is instinctually down and you don’t understand why.

You talk about Jamil.

You understand it’s likely just…a crush. You’re not his soulmate, after all. But all the bitterness, all claims of how unfair the world is, your Magicam friend takes it all in stride. They haven’t felt the way you do, they say, but they try to understand you.

For someone so used to invisibility, maybe that’s enough.

Your first year talking with sunshineSANDrain goes like this. The topics shift the following year.

Topics delve deeper into your personal life, and some of his. Nothing too in depth. But he wants to know your favorite color. Your favorite subject in school. Are you a mage? Are you studying right now?

It’s a bit flattering, to be honest. You enjoy the interest he has in you.

You learn about him too.

He likes baby’s breath and coconuts. He’s a mage, and he’s barely passing his classes. But he’s so optimistic it makes you think it’s okay.

(It shouldn’t be, right? Success should be more important to you.)

The master and Jamil come back for winter vacation, and you thought it would be a bigger event, of sorts, to see someone you’ve liked for a long while. It’s been so long since you’d last met him, right?

(Why do you feel a bit…empty?)

thatoneweirdo: r u busy

Jamil smiles at you, and you smile back. You ask him how he’s been. He says first year’s been tough, but he’d survived, if only barely.

You laugh.

sunshineSANDrain: nope!!!! just got back from college 🥳

He asks if you’d had lunch already. Maybe you’d like to join him in the kitchen.

thatoneweirdo: yayyyyy do u wanna

thatoneweirdo: typing…

You help Jamil make chicken curry with potatoes for dinner in the servants’ kitchens. He doesn’t need to cook for the master at home unless directly requested.

sunshineSANDrain: wanna???

You take another bite of your meal. The boy you love is right in front of you. Your attention is still on your phone.

thatoneweirdo: do u wanna meet up

Ah. A call of your name from Jamil makes you look back at him. Assure him it’s nothing. Just a message.

sunshineSANDrain: okay 🥰🥰🥰 looking forward to it 😀😍🤩

Jamil’s soulmate mark is gold.

(You can pretend it hurts. You know it doesn’t.)

Kalim’s been really into Magicam lately.

Not that he’s been posting a lot or going through trending stuff, no. But he did find a certain someone’s account.

Y/N L/N.

He’s a bit giddy upon the discovery. He’s never talked to you—sure you’re technically under his command, but at most, he can pine after you from afar. You’re a very quiet person. He’s not sure how to act around you, but Jamil said staying silent reduces the chances of you disliking what he says. So he shuts up.

Kalim Al-Asim, someone so extroverted and sunny, keeps to himself in front of you.

He wants a perfect ‘first meeting’.

But he never knows what to say.

Year after year after year, he’s really never met you.

He puts his phone down, your latest message flashing on his screen. You really want to meet him in person? He’s successful! You consider him a friend, even if only his online account with no pictures of him posted. At the movement of his arm, he catches a glimpse of the words wrapped around his wrist.

Jamil’s never told him what your soulmate mark said, and you cover it up constantly.

But his is…strange.

‘I’m sorry. I don’t feel the same way.’

His parents said it might be about some movie or game or something else of interest. He’s inclined to agree.

(He ignores the pang of pain in his chest.)

Jamil met his soulmate in NRC; same year, in Octavinelle. His family had hoped he would have a similar experience, but alas, nothing. They said the words would turn gold once they’d been spoken by the correct person. A part of Kalim still hopes it’s you. He’s never spoken to you before, and tomorrow will be the first time ever.

He rolls around in his sheets.

It’s so exciting!

Would you be shocked to find Kalim as your online friend? Jamil told him to relax and confess. The brunette is closer to you than Kalim has ever been, so he’ll trust his retainer’s judgment as he always has.

He’ll finally spill all his feelings towards you. Maybe not all of them. Just a few. Most of them?

The words and thoughts are hopping around in his head. Poetic or something else. He barely sleeps a wink, but back in his home turf, there’s an army of servants to give him a bath and fix him up to look like someone who’s slept more than two hours. He’s practically vibrating as he walks towards a car to get driven to one of the more secluded private oases in the Scalding Sands, where you’d agreed to meet him. Jamil follows right behind him with an umbrella.

You’re wearing new clothes.

He knows because you tend to post your shopping sprees to Magicam, and this particular outfit isn’t something he’s seen before.

You look so amazing. 

And nervous. Really nervous.

Your hands are shaking but he really can’t wait anymore; Kalim bursts into a run and surprises you with a giddy smile. He’s prepared himself for this. Relaxed, as Jamil had said, and everything would turn out fine—

“I love you.”

He was not relaxed, no. Kalim couldn’t stop the words that left his lips. Like divine intervention almost. His first words to you are so blatant and straightforward, he’s thinking he might have scared you off.

His heart drops when he notices your wrist glowing gold.

That’s not…no…the context is wrong, right? You wouldn’t say that.

“I’m sorry. I don’t feel the same way.”

And just like that, the heir of the Al Asim estate is left crumpled, alone, on the ground. You’re gone and Jamil is right next to him again.

“Kalim. What happened?” His retainer stops upon seeing the swirling gold ink on Kalim’s wrist.

Tears are flooding down like a river rushing through a broken dam. He reaches up to tug at his best friend, choking out words through sobs. “I told them, I told Y/N that I, that I love them,” he stutters out. He’s having trouble breathing when his sinuses are clogged and he feels like a child all over again. Helpless. Crying because it’s the only thing he can really do. 

Everything past that is a blur; he must’ve gotten home somehow, because he wakes up at the crack of dawn with swollen eyes, almost drowning in his bedsheets.

He just got rejected by his soulmate.

He looks at his Magicam account, only to find you’d blocked him.

Then…what does he do now?

It seems like love is unreachable for Kalim after all.

The words were spoken before you even had a minute to process them.

(You blurted them out, but are they true?)

It feels unfair to Kalim because you’d always held something against him—you’d always thought of him as some no-good brat who was born with a diamond encrusted spoon in his mouth, needing nor wanting for nothing. But now that you know who he is, when you’ve finally found out that behind that online persona that you actually liked, is the same person you hated in your ignorance…it feels so wrong. Just hearing those words from him felt so wrong. You feel unworthy. Kalim is not weak, he is not just some spoiled, overgrown child drowning in naivete. He is stronger than you realized, and perhaps you are the one who is weak, and you are the one stupid for assuming such things about your master who really never treated anyone with disrespect or disgust. 

With all the sunlight pouring out from him, maybe you were blinded in your envy.

At the end of the day, being born as he had been was no fault of his.

(And maybe you would be happier if you stopped thinking it was a luxury.)

But none of that really matters now. Not when you’d run away from him. Not when you’d blocked him from the only method in which you’d let him get to know you better. How many years has it been, running around in the estate to avoid seeing him at all?

Things are too silent.

With the master so upset, you’d thought it a sure thing to be kicked out into the streets. You’d really only thought to beg for your family members to stay. After all, do you not deserve such horrid treatment after rejecting him so thoughtlessly?

Nothing happens.

You continue in fruitless days, ignoring the words on your wrist that had gone from black to a shining gold script, much like the bright fire he exudes. It burns you just to look at it. And you can almost swear that, in the dead of night, it starts to heat up your skin as if threatening to melt it off.

Do you still hate him? No, not really. Sometimes you catch yourself thinking of him.

Of who he was when he was your online friend, and nothing but that.

Kalim is a pure, kind soul. Always seeing the better side of everything. He was a good listener, though his advice never bode well for you, he never meant harm. He’s blunt and honest. He’s everything you lack in your life. Jamil was a comrade because he understood you and that bitter, resentful side of you that you keep at the forefront.

And maybe what you felt for him was never really love.

Kalim is a light that allows you to see past the darkness that you had shrouded yourself in. He is a glowing string mapping out the exit of the labyrinth.

And maybe that means his love is something you’re never allowed to have.

(You can’t touch the sun, lest you burn yourself alive.)

[echantedtoon]

To Where The Hand Extends

(This is the promised raffle prize for @iron-embers. If Shinjuro comes out too ooc I apologize it's my first time writing him. Warnings for mentioned drinking and alcoholism concerning Shinjuro and mentioned death concerning Ruka. Hatomi belongs to iron-embers. I had to look.up so many japanese dishes lmao.)

The day was beautiful this morning.

With the sunlight sinking into the room through the window as the ball of light was nearing to setting within a few hours. The birds singing outside. Beautiful fresh smelling air. Beautiful visions of nature right outside of you looked. A bright blue sky. Fluffy white clouds. Yellow sun. Flowers of every color. Green plants everywhere. Trees providing shade as the wind rolled by. A little blue pond in the distance full of fish.

Yes.

An absolute picture perfect scene for what could very much be a good day. Nothing in the world to worry about. Nothing to do. Just peaceful quiet and nature. It's why she left most of the windows and doors leading to the outside open today it could get rather stuffy inside. The gentle noises of dishes being moved about the kitchen area along with the distant sounds of a few pots bubbling away on the furnace. The heavy smells of delicious spices and not quite done yet rice lingered in the air before wafting out the mentioned open windows and doors. Small footsteps ran out from up the side hall and the chef knew without even looking around that a pair of eyes had found their curiosity wondering into the kitchen.

"HUNGRY!," A loud voice declared out.

"You're going to have to be patient now.  Food doesn't make itself."

"What we having?!"

"Miso soup and onigiri."

A small chubby face scrunched up in protest. "Soup again?"

"There's leftover ochazuke from lunch if you don't want what I'm making for dinner," her calm voice replied back despite the smile that still plagued her features. Petite hands reached out to grab a potato while the other held up a sharp cutting knife above the chopping board. "And we're having all the leftovers tomorrow night. We don't waste food around here."

"Can't I have some momiji instead?"

Her eyes turned, head looking over her shoulder. Potato sternly pointed out to seven year old pouting in the doorway. "You're not getting any sweets unless you eat something healthy young man. It'll spoil your appetite and give you a stomachache and it's not healthy."

His response was to pout more buuuut his mad face only made him look like an adorable chubby hamster. "That's an old wives tale! Just like saying the Boogeyman is gonna come out of the closet if I don't sleep."

"My answer is still no. Now go wash up. If you don't eat anything good you won't be getting desert and that's that." 

Softer but heavier sounding footsteps came down the same hallway just as the first fiery haired and eyed boy stomped away as all upset children do and second later a second child stood in the doorway. He was a perfect mirror copy of the first boy only older by about six years at thirteen years old and he was smiling instead of pouting like his baby brother. Kyojuro always seemed to be smiling to be honest and it was no exception for when he curiously watched his brother go before looking back on her.

"What was that all about?"

Her smile never left as she went back to what she was doing before, trying to chop up this potato. "He's upset with me for not giving him dessert on demand." The sounds of chopping filled the air as the knife easily sliced through the potato at last. "Although he does seem a little crankier than he was a little while ago. I wonder why."

"Oh...It was Father actually."

Chop-

The hands paused in their movements. Knife resting between two potato slices as her head turned back to him. Blinking wide eyed before a sigh left through her nose and a frown settled upon her face. Oh. Their father.

"Oh, I see. ..What happened?"

His orange eyes sadly looked at his shuffling feet. "W-Well.. There's a festival in town A-And we wanted to go bu-bu-but...Father said it was a waste of time."

"Oh..Well I'm sure he didn't mean it like that. He's probably just tired and cranky right now."

"No. He always says no. Every year...he doesn't like it when we ask him." Young eyes suddenly lit up in a pleased idea as he looked at her in a gasp and clenched his fists in excitement. "I know! Can you take us instead!?"

She blinked at him but couldn't help but smile at the cute face he made while all hopeful. "You want me to take you? Really?"

"Uh huh! You're really nice and responsible and he thinks you're really pretty so of course he'll say yes!" He ended that surprising sentence by throwing his hands up. "So will you ask him?!"

Her eyes blinked again slightly surprised. "Pretty? I doubt that."

"But you are pretty, Ms. Hatomi! You're about as pretty looking as a sweet potato!"

His sentence made her giggle again as she shook her head. "Well thank you. I'm glad you think so."

"So you'll ask?!"

"Alright. I'll ask him when dinner's ready. For now go wash up with Senjuro-"

A rush to her legs made her look down as two arms wrapped around her waist in a tight hug as Kyojuro hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Ms. Hatomi! You're the nicest person ever!"

Her smile didn't wain as she patted the top of the young boy's head. "Thank you. Now off you go. Food is almost ready."

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Soft footsteps echoed throughout the hall. The delicious smells of the food in her hands on the tray. The soup in the bowl sloshing around slightly with each sway from her steps through the late evening. There was still plenty of light outside but it was nearer to sunset now about maybe one or two hours away. Hey that didn't stop her from walking down the hall and stopping in front of the one door in particular. One she's already visited two times today to deliver breakfast and lunch. Carefully balancing the tray into one arm, she reached out her other hand to knock on the door just loud enough to get anyone inside's attention.

"Master Rengoku-san? I brought you dinner. Can I come in?"

If no one answered then that meant he was passed out again in which case she'd just leave the food by the door and come back later, however a loud grunt from inside gave her all the go ahead she needed to use a foot and slide the door just enough to peek in first.

The room was dark inside despite the sun still being out. She saw why when her eyes saw the shutters still closed tightly on the windows and the only source of light being the crack in the doorway and a single candle lit on a table in the far corner.

"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy!"

Silvery light collided with the dancing gold of the flame in a beautiful glow making shadows dance against the walls and furniture. Reflection beaming off eyes unblinking within the strange alluring mixture of darkness and lights. The motions of writing ceasing in their motions completely and the emotions taking over. The one whom was working stopping to set the feather back onto it's rightful pedestal and sitting there unblinking. The one who had the emotions stirring around from his mind and down to his heart. Those eyes turned slowly, head turning to the doorway behind him as he sat as his table. The area behind him was dark, and almost hard to see but he saw what the eyes were searching for. Her head peeking in through the doorway and staring back to the man sitting on the pillow in the otherwise dark and silent room.

The master of the entire Rengoku estate. Sitting there with paperwork of some kind unfinished in front of him and a tired look to his face as she quietly shuffled in  holding up the food tray in her hands.

"I brought you dinner, Sir." Nevermind she already told him once outside the door. "I figured you might be hungry by now."

Fiery eyes seemed to glow in the dark as they eyed her..and then the tray in her hands before turning back to stare blankly at the unfinished papers. "Bring it in then."

She smiled walking in with the tray gently over to where she had left the last tray taking note of how it was empty now with the dishes from that lunch being left on top. That's good. That meant he was eating today and filling his stomach with something other than the sake that was usually seen around him. He paid no attention to her as she gently slid the old one away from his side and replaced it with the newer one filled with the delicious smelling good. And despite himself, she caught his head tilting slightly towards it. Good. He was showing more interest in eating again. That fact alone made her smile.

"What is it?", he bluntly asked.

"Miso soup and onigiri. I figured it'd be a nice day to have onigiri since a festival is going on in the next town over," she answered just picking up the tray.

"Is that right?"

"Mm hm...You know Kyojuro was just telling me about it today. I was told there's going to be a Kabuki theater there. It sounds like fun."

"Did that boy of mine put you up to this? If you're here to try and get me to change my mind then you can forget it!" A finger harshly jabbed down into the wood of the table. "Those two are staying HERE where they belong and studying until I decide they're improving!"

"No one put me up to anything." Maybe it was the matter of fact way she spoke of the fact she didn't react to his anger at all but he was taken off guard every time she looked at him like that. The silent calm stare that was both full of disapproval and sadness at the same time. "I was only stating that it sounded like fun. After all  everyone has need for a break sometimes."

"And sometimes someone needs discipline to make them learn."

"And sometimes someone can push someone else so hard to do something so much of the time that they burn out."

He flinched. Hard.

"But that is only my opinions on what might happen to someone if that happened, not that it is happening to anyone else I know." Her body bowed at the middle before turning her body. "I'll come back in a few hours to see if you're done eating."

"... Where's this dam festival at anyways?" 

She paused in the middle of stepping away, head turning back to him but he didn't look up from the papers on the table in front of him. 

"Just in the next town over. It's not even an hour away."

".....I want EVERYONE inside before any sunlight disappears. I do not care what any of those boys have to say."

It was curt, blunt, rude, and with a small time limit for fun...But that was a yes. An actual yes without even saying yes.

She nodded. "Of course. We do that every night." She went to leave aga-

"Hatomi."

"Yes?"

"The lunch you made me."

"Was it too much? I can make the portions smaller if you prefer or maybe you didn't like how I made it?"

There was a long moment of silence between the two of them but she couldn't leave until he finished talking to her. He remained silent sitting there still not looking at her.

"..It tasted good. It could use s-..some more salt but it was fine."

She could not see his face otherwise perhaps she might've seen the way a pink hue coated his features and thank goodness for the dark or else she might've seen the glow to his ears. Instead she blinked slightly in surprise... before smiling wider.

"Then I'll be sure to add some more salt next time I make that dish."