#like I don't have contact info for either of their partners

[monster-noises]

About two weeks ago A friend said they'd hang out with me and have a quiet chill drawing day because I've been Majorly Depressed for a bit now but I've texted them twice in the last two/three days to iron out details and i've gotten no response..

Like I'm pretty sure they're just more exhausted and run down from the holiday's than maybe they anticipated two weeks ago, and that's fine i'm alright with rescheduling or whatever

But also my mom offered to take me thrifting tomorrow and I don't want to miss out on that for hanging around my apartment walking in Stress Circles cause i don't know what's Going On if they can't do our get together..

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I am not the asshole, and I think this whole thing is stupid, but I was promised that if I sent my side of things to this blog I could pick the hotel for our honeymoon, and I am marrying a man who once tried to take me BACKPACKING of all things, so this ask has become a necessity. In light of that:

AITA (I'm NOT) for planning the seating for our wedding in a logical way?

I got engaged in June, apparently in part because of my partner writing in to this blog (I don't know how to find or link to his posts, but I'm the man who got the cat to bite him, if that rings any bells?). At any rate, for the past ten weeks, I've been in the beginning stages of planning our wedding with my fiance, whom I have been secretly attempting to remove from the planning process as much as possible. I have ALREADY been given a list of his must-haves, and I AM incorporating as many of them as our budget allows. This has NOTHING to do with the emotional side of the event, and EVERYTHING to do with the fact that this is an idiot with no real planning experience or taste who thinks he knows more than me.

For the most part, this has worked very well. I'm the one who's been collating all the contact information for things, so I just replaced all the emails for the tacky companies with false addresses, responded to his inquiries as the companies to say the date was already booked or the price was outside our budget, and let him filter his way to the ones I DO like on his own. I also made a fuss about being "willing to compromise" on the few things he's picked I'm completely fine with in the hopes I can use it to make him compromise later, and have been humming portions of the songs I want on the playlist in the hopes he'll think he came up with the idea to include them himself.

None of this is the real problem. The PROBLEM is that he is deliberately ruining my seating chart, by moving our horrible friend's seat when I'm not looking.

The man in question dated both of us at one point in our VERY early 20s (both ended BADLY), is generally the messiest person we know, and will almost certainly get sloppy drunk and try to make a speech IF he does make an appearance. I'm banking on the fact that he won't, because he's also ridiculously wealthy, and will almost certainly send us some very lavish gift in lieu of coming.

He is SUPPOSED to be sitting beside my fiances aunt, at the same table as his grandmother, his work friend, and her girlfriend, because all four of these women are stone cold terrors who I believe are more than capable of keeping him in line on the slim chance he does come. My fiance INSISTS they won't be able to have any fun if they're running interference all night, and keeps moving him to sit at the head table instead. You know, where WE are. I finally caught him switching the label magnets on my planning board last night, and confronted him.

I tried leveraging how much I've been compromising already, that he's almost certainly going to RSVP no, and that I shouldn't have to deal with him on our big night. My fiance said he knew about all the fake emailing and such, and told me, and I QUOTE: "Look, the mind game shit was hot when it was just about the colour scheme or whatever, but I actually care about this. So you can suffer with everybody else, or you can do the normal thing and not invite a guy you hate to our wedding, you weirdo."

I said that if I did that, it would take out half his groomsmen, he called me an asshole and said I should go explain this to "literally any rational adult" so they could tell me I was in the wrong, and now here we are.

Would you recommend calling my fiance's bluff, since he doesn't want the man sitting near us either? Or should I focus on ensuring he'll turn down the invitation no matter what, so the matter of where he WON'T be sitting can be a moot point?

What are these acronyms?

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[wyllaztopia]

about this blog!

hi! i'm wyllaztopia and i'm mainly a UTMV artist but i also draw OCs and other fandoms here and there

i am also the artist and one of the writers of @agdreamtale

keep reading for more info!

you can call me wyll, az, or sam! but most people just call me wyll on my public accounts i am 18 years old, turning 19 soon! i use any pronouns <3 i use clip studio paint to draw and animate! sometimes procreate or ibis paint i use after effects and capcut to edit videos

✦ this blog is sfw, with slightly suggestive and graphic depictions of art here and there but are tagged and have a warning if so! ✦

media i enjoy: utmv/undertale/deltarune, fromsoft games, homestuck, honkai star rail, alien stage, houseki no kuni, csm, jjk, jjba, crk, vocaloid, mouthwashing, signalis, nge, deepwoken, creepypast, and lots more! ✦

people who mean the effin' world to me!!! @neotxnic - the love of my life !!! and best voice actor ever!!! @kayseeye - my platonic girlfriend <3 ✦

if you plan on using my art as icons, banners, edits, or stickers - please feel free to! no need to ask me for permission as long as you tag me or credit me, either works

if you're a content creator planning on using my assets [reactive pngs, banner and icon for your brand, streaming assets etc.] please contact me first! i prefer you talk to me before plastering my art for your content and tell me what kind of content you put out

i absolutely do not want my art used by people who make questionable content that i don't stand with, and ESPECIALLY content that endanger underaged audiences and promote hate and disrespect to groups of people

currently, i am not paid by or partnered with any content creator [apart from neotxnic] to make streaming assets for them, so assets made by me that you see from other people were made for free

i am absolutely fine with fanworks as well, you don't need to ask me for permission for that ✦

commissions and art requests are announced when they're available, or i just do them randomly, however i feel like it ✦

anyway, i don't have anything that i'm not comfortable talking about, however! please refrain from invading my personal life - i'm a small artist on the internet and i don't feel comfortable when people push themselves to be my friend i'm introverted despite how deranged i can be, thus i'm often very distant but i promise i have no enemies! me being quiet or not interacting with you doesn't mean i have something against you

hawk tuah

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Excuse me but the idea of MC and Xav sitting on their respective balconies and texting each other The Tea while people watching in their neighborhood is both so silly and so endearing to me.

So let's go on a small adventure, shall we?

Warnings: None.

Just fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff.

The late morning sun was already warming you through the windows of your tiny apartment before you'd even stepped foot outside. It was finally mid-spring in Linkon, which meant you could enjoy your late breakfast on the patio without having to worry about a stray chill or errant frost dampening your weekly Saturday 'brunch' plans.

Opening the patio door with your granola bar in one hand and phone in the other, you settle into the cushioned bench that overlooked your apartment courtyard and took a deep breath. Sometimes it felt like winter was neverending in Linkon, but you could finally feel the tension of the gripping cold that had settled in your bones start to slowly bleed from you.

After getting comfortable, you finally pulled out your phone, and quickly found your brunch 'date's' contact info, sending him the customary "Get up it's people watching hour" text.

[Hey Xav, you up? I'm already on my balcony?]

It doesn't take long for his reply. This has been your weekly tradition for a few months now. Ever since you had both just so happened to see that kid getting dragged down the street by the monstrous hound, it had become something of a... habit for the two of you to text each other the funny happenings on your street when you were home. Not that either of you were particularly prone to gossip, but the simple domesticity of it was oddly comforting after a long week of getting slogged on by wanderers.

[Yeah I'm up. Give me a sec]

The soft ping of your notification broke the peace, followed shortly by the shuffling of his patio door sliding open from above you. Sure, you could simply call out and greet him, as the acoustics out here are great and the soundproofing is atrocious, but the silence is cozy, and the atmosphere almost feels magical. This is your ritual, after all.

It's a bit like a storybook scene, you think, the two of you sharing a moment in time together yet still separated by some outside force. Maybe it was silly, but the fabricated longing almost made it feel romantic in a way that you're sure your neighbor would find ridiculous.

When you hear his footsteps above you come to a halt, you immediately notice something in particular is missing, however.

[You forgot your coffee Xav. Are you gonna be able to stay awake?]

[How could U tell?]

[I didn't smell any burning 🤭🔥]

He doesn't reply, but you can hear the huff he makes over the railing as his footsteps retreat, fading behind the sliding door once again. You don't even try to hold back the laughter his reaction elicits from you, hopeful the concrete carries it to him easily.

When he finally does reemerge, faint smell of bitter charred beans on the wind, his phone is already buzzing with the morning's newest additions to your people watching portfolios.

An older man you'd long ago dubbed "Green Thumb" who liked to frequent the flower garden outside your apartment complex was already taking photos of the new stargazer lily blossoms that had just opened this morning. So enamored by the vibrant petals, he didn't even seem to notice the couple he'd backed into who'd happened to spill their groceries all over the sidewalk. You heard Xavier call "Watch out!" From above you when he'd recognized the impending impact, but at your distance, it was no use.

[That was nice of you Xav. Too bad it didn't help 🫠]

[I can't believe they didn't see Green Thumb. He was so hard to miss. Even when Ur distracted U still see better]

[HEY! I'm not the one who sleep walks! 💀]

[And yet I'm always there to guard Ur back partner]

He's right of course, though you're not going to tell him. Xavier likes to play the part of a soft and harmless little thing, but it doesn't take much to stoke the hunter into burning hotter than you intended. His evol might be light, but you know better than anyone that light, under careful concentration, can start a blazing fire if you're not mindful. His teasing isn't ever harmful though, so instead you decide to simply poke the bear.

[Only because I'm starting to suspect you like it back there]

The distinct sound of a phone accidentally hitting the concrete marks the end of that thread.

Its not long before another of your regulars, pair of young kids Xavier had called the Trouble Twins arrived on scene. Aptly named for the number of times their poor mother has chastised them for chasing the ducks and picking the flowers, the siblings were quite the rambunctious duo. Today they seem to be a few steps ahead of their vigilant mother, rushing into the park with high-pitched hollers and improvised swords made of small branches they'd found. Today's unfortunate conquest seemed to be the pigeons that were being fed by the local grannies.

[They look like a pair of knights today don't they?]

[Knights? Don't knights usually protect people?]

[Maybe they're protecting us from the pigeons]

[Xavier those old ladies look pretty mad idk. That one even tried to chase the boy and almost caught him!]

The pause in messages was punctuated by his soft laughter above you, carried on the spring breeze. It was so warm, so genuine, so comfortable. You didn't need a mirror to feel the heat bloom in your cheeks; the overwhelming sensation of ardor flooding you at the the very sound.

[You're right. He needs more training. A good Knight should never be caught by an old lady]

[.... I don't think that's the message here Xav]

The rest of your morning goes back and forth like this for another hour. Watching your favorite people pass by, concocting new and interesting stories for them as they pass your balconies. Xavier has very interesting and oddly insightful opinions on those around him, considering you don't really recall seeing him with many friends. None the less, his company and companionship on your balconies has easily become your favorite part of the week. The only noises between you are the laughter that passes back and forth as the texts volley from one to another.

Finally, as the afternoon sun starts to become an uncomfortable heat, your phone chimes once more.

[I'm getting kind of hungry]

[Oh good. You're warning me this time. Thanks!]

[What?]

[No. I was going to ask if U wanted to go to lunch. With me, I mean?]

And just like that, the storybook was snapping shut. No longer a fragment lost in time where two people gazed at the same scene together from two separate places, but a tangible moment you could step into. Something intimate and real.

Perhaps you stayed in this thought a moment too long, or your silence below him made him second guess himself, as the chime of your phone snapped you out of your daze again.

[I didn't mean to impose if U have plans]

[I know it's Ur day off too]

Fumbling with the suddenly slippery device, softly cursing, and praying he didn't hear, you quickly hammer out the only thing that's been playing in your head on repeat-

[Yes absolutely! I'd love to grab some lunch I'm starving]

[Meet me downstairs in 30?]

[banjjjangg]

hiii since requests are open could i request an exes to lovers with kazuha?? fluff no angst :^ and happy ending plislislis

thankyou!

Try Again

Kaedehara Kazuha x Reader

— Info: Oneshot + smau, modern au, college au, exes to lovers, second chance romance, fluff, no angst.

— Sypnosis: What happens when you suddenly see your former high school sweetheart just when you thought that you'd never see him again?

Now Playing: The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift.

Note: Text timestamps don't matter.

Word Count: 1,399

A/n: The chokehold this man has on me is insane.

It's been 2 years and he's still at the back of your mind.

It all started in your 3rd year of high school, when your boyfriend since 1st year, Kaedehara Kazuha, had to move to Liyue and study at Liyue University. Unfortunately, you stayed in Inazuma and the two of you started a long distance relationship. In the beginning, it seemed that nothing really changed, you just couldn't see him physically.

However, it didn't take long for the both of you to realize that this long distance relationship just won't work. There are a lot of things lacking when it comes to long distance relationships, lack of communication (due to different schedules and timezones) and lack of intimacy (hugs, kisses, touches, etc). It only took a few months before it became draining for the both of you, sure you still love him but it just isn't the same.

You longed to see him again, to hear his voice as he reads a poem that he wrote specifically for you, to feel his embrace that is so gentle it's as if you're made out of glass. All of that was what kept you two together and being without it felt draining, empty even.

And here you are now, single and at freshman year in college. You no longer have contact with your ex since he's probably still in Liyue and the both of you changed mobile numbers. Do you still hope that you'd see him again? Maybe. But you know that if you ever did see him again, it wouldn't end with the outcome that you want.

.

You were eating lunch on your dorm when you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Were you expecting a visitor? No, but your roommate was, she mentioned that her research partner will be coming over to work on their research project.

You heard the door to your roommate's bedroom open. "I'll get the door!" she exclaimed as she hurried to the front door, opening it. You looked over the opened door in curiosity, your eyes widen.

It's Kazuha.

He looked almost the same, although you did notice that his hair got a bit longer, but none of that mattered. What is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Liyue?

"You're finally here, Come in!" you're roommate ushered him to come inside your dorm. No way, you thought. Her research partner is Kazuha?

As soon as he stepped foot inside, he saw you. His reaction to you was almost the same as your reaction to him, wide-eyed and mouth slightly agape in shock. Seems like he didn't expect to see you, his ex, here either. By now your initial shock is over, now replaced by confusion. So many questions rang through your mind, since when did he got back to Inazuma? Since when did he start studying here again? How have I not been able to see him around campus before?

Your absolutely clueless roommate took in Kazuha's shocked expression and probably thought that he just didn't expect her to have a roommate.

"Oh! This is my roommate Y—"

"Y/n." Hearing him say your name gave you goosebumps.

"Huh? You know her?"

"Yes.. She was my—"

"Highschool classmate." You interrupt him, clearly not wanting to let your roommate know the truth. Kazuha has recovered from the shock, his expression now unreadable.

"So you know each other already? That's great! But we should start with the research now."

He smiled at her as he nodded. He smiled. The smile you've always fallen in love with. But now it meant nothing to you, or did it?

You kept eating your lunch as they worked on god knows what by the living room area. However, there was one thing that bothered you, him. From time to time, you'd feel his watchful gaze on you and truth be told, your eyes also can't seem to fight the urge to gaze at him as well.

You try to eat your lunch as fast as possible, without looking weird of course, so you could finally retreat to your room, away from the awkwardness of him being there. And finally, once you finished your meal, you immediately went to your room and sighed in relief as soon as you closed your bedroom door. Diving in bed as if you had the most tiring day ever, you finally had the time to think about the reality of your situation. He's back, and whatever fate had for the two of you, you didn't know.

.

Hours have passed, and you decide to not go out of your room for as long as he's still there. You did your own things, read books, study lessons in advance, watch Netflix, whatever kept you from thinking about Kazuha.

You suddenly heard a message notification from your phone, so you picked it up from your desk.

.

.

You looked over at the text conversation that you just had, your mind pondered over one question;

Will you accept his request to meet up?

He said that he had a lot to say, but will any of it change anything? There was a part of you that just wanted to move on from him but then again, you both ended on good terms and there was no reason for you to hold a grudge against him... and maybe, just maybe, you still felt something for him.

After a few minutes, that seemed like years, you finally accepted his request.

.

It was a nice sunny day, you can see kids running around playing whatever game they wanted, there were also couples having picnics and enjoying their time, and then there was Kazuha sitting on a bench looking as peaceful as ever.

This was where the two of you went on your first date, it makes you wonder why Kazuha would pick such a sentimental and nostalgic place to meet up on. But you didn't want to get your hopes up, for all you know he could just say that he has someone else now and just wanted to catch up with you for some reason.

You slowly walked towards him before eventually sitting right next to him on the bench. When he noticed you, he smiled gently.

"Hello." He greeted calmly with the same smile.

"Hi, what did you want to tell me?" You urged him to go straight to the point, not wanting to make the situation more awkward than it already is.

"Before I start I just want to say; Y/n, I'm sorry that what we had back then didn't work out." He said in a guilty tone, which made your heart sink. You've always known that meeting him again would hurt but damn, it hurt a lot. You said nothing and looked away from him after he said that, you fear that you might shed some tears specially when this place brought you so many memories.

Noticing your silence, he hovered his hand over yours though he didn't fully hold it, assuming that you wouldn't be comfortable so instead, he pulled away.

"Y/n, in all that time spent being away, you were all that I thought of." Your suddenly feel your heartbeat go fast. Normally if anyone else said that you'd think that they're lying for the sake of getting back with you, but this was Kazuha, you knew full well that what he just said was what he genuinely felt.

You looked back at him with a blank expression, trying to hide what you truly felt. He was still looking at you, though now his eyes had a deep sense of longing or at least that's what you saw.

"I came back here for you. When I first came back, I didn't know how to reach you. We were out of contact so it shocked me to see you again. And Y/n.." This time he actually held your hand, firmly but gently. ".. I'm glad that I did."

Your blank expression start to break, a subtle ponk hue now appearing on your cheeks. You kept staring at him, lost in his red eyes and charming smile.

"I'm here to try again," He slowly raised your hand to his face until it hovered on his lips. "will you let me?"

A few seconds passed.

"... Yes."

He didn't say a word as he kissed the back of your hand while keeping his eyes on yours, your breath hitched.

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[venusmage]

Commission/Life update for 2024

EDIT 9/16/24

As of now I've resolved around 15 commissions since this post was made at the start of June! This is much faster than I was going the past year. They're going well and I thank everyone again who has been so patient and kind. I've gotten nothing but kindness as a response to the wait, even from those who have been waiting for over a year by now. Thank you.

I recently started two new jobs and school again, so I'm a little busy. BUT everyone is (albeit not at a super fast speed) moving up in queue! Once the owed "Full" commissions are done, I expect to get through Sketch Coms even faster and currently I'm at a good pace to be done by the end of the year.

The best days to reach me are Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays at the moment. Otherwise it might take me a day or so to get back to you. I work on my own projects on the weekends to preserve my sanity, lol! Just know if I'm drawing something else, I haven't forgotten my queue!

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Just want everyone to know I AM okay now and life has gotten better recently. However the past year and a half have been extremely difficult and I'm only now getting back on my feet. I generally don't like sharing life details publicly, but as a freelancer with clients that have been waiting for a while I feel like transparency is key.

If you don't want an explanation for the delays and just want to know my completion timeline, that's totally okay. Here is all the info up front. I'm going to continue updating my commission queue as usual and will not be accepting any more orders until ALL of the queue is completed. I'm working on finishing the half and full bodies first since they've been the longest waiting in queue. Then the rest. I don't have a set date in mind for when they'll be all done for good but the goal is by the end of the year. I think that's more than doable for me now. If you're a client of mine and have questions/concerns, please message me either here or on Discord and I'll do my best to help you. My username on discord is the same as my Tumblr username. Twitter and Ko-Fi are also options but I don't check them as frequently. I usually work Monday-Thursday so that will be the best time to shoot me a message or expect an update to the queue.

Information on what's been going on is below.

CW for mentions of death, financial hardship and homophobia.

As a few of you might remember, in 2019 I was disowned by my mother for being a lesbian. I made the choice to go no-contact. Since then, up until LAST YEAR, she's routinely harassed me or had other family harass me, stalked me on social media, tried to get to me through the website I take commission orders, and threatened me multiple times. I was forced to move across the country both because I felt unsafe and because my partner had family elsewhere that were more accepting. I've had to change my phone number twice.

It's been extremely difficult both financially and mentally to keep my head above water. In 2021 my grandfather died and I still haven't felt like I've been able to properly grieve. I wasn't able to see him due to her and I wasn't invited to his funeral. We were very close and he meant the world to me. In 2023 my grandmother passed away very suddenly as well, and my mother used it as an excuse to harass me over ko-fi/my professional email. It was such a horrific experience that I fell into a months long spiral that I only just now feel like I'm climbing out of. This is when commissions first stalled. I was also starting to get overwhelmed, as I had to take on more work than I could realistically handle in order to pay bills and rent. That's really it - I just had to take more orders so we weren't kicked out of our apartment, and as my mental state deteriorated I couldn't keep up.

The good news is that my wife and moved earlier this year we're living with supportive(!) family now and our financial burden is much lighter. This gives me time to work on my backlog without re-opening. I'm also going to school again, back in college starting this summer for a second degree. For my own health after commissions are finished I'm likely going to take a break on opening them for a good while, even though I really enjoy doing them.

In the past two months amazing and not-amazing things have happened. The amazing thing is I got an ADHD diagnosis, something I didn't even know had been ruining my life for years. I'm still getting used to the proper medications but I'm already seeing a big improvement. It's as much of a relief as it is frustrating. My mother also reared her head again (like she usually does at least once a year) - this time, though, I learned she'd had a stroke. While I'm not involved with her anymore, I think most people could understand how it would still be a very weird and upsetting situation. As of right now I'm free of her once again, she seems to be making a good recovery and will hopefully continue to live a happy life far away from me. Still, those two things back to back have been a LOT to deal with on top of just trying to get better in general. I stepped away from the internet for a while for my own sanity.

The downside to being a freelancer is that there's not always a safety net. That's what happened to me. Thank you all very much for being kind and patient, I genuinely have had nothing but polite interactions with all of you and I really appreciate it. I'm sorry my personal bullshit got in the way of getting my work done for you. This is the longest I've ever taken to complete commissions and it's something that I'm deeply ashamed of. I promise they will get done. Being medicated and starting to recover from the family drama has revitalized me a bit. If you have any questions or concerns please reach out.

[dullgecko]

To go with my earlier ask I was thinking more about goblin tail flirting (I love that as a thing now) and what would be considered particularly forward/almost indecent.

I’m thinking that touching the tuft and anything below a halfway point is fine but the higher you go the more intimate it becomes.

So Fabian maybe gets annoyed with rizs thrashing tail hitting him in the face from where he’s perched on his shoulder or in an attempt to calm him down grabs rizs tail near the base and in a clearly jokingly intense way tells him to stop or he’ll pass him to gorgug to sit on instead (his second favourite perch, he likes being taller than most for a change).

Only the goblins who can’t speak common see is Fabian suddenly grab rizs tail way too high up (scandalous) and say something very intense they can’t understand.

The entire hoard just look at each other like 😳

Also if it is ever brought up to riz; maybe someone congrats them on his relationship to Fabian, or one of the bolder teens just straight up asks how sex works between them “cause ya know he’s like twice your size?!”

Either way poor riz is incredibly embarrassed and desperately tries to explain that no him and Fabian are not dating or fucking and no they definitely don’t need a separate room in one of the more sound proof section of caves.

I don’t think riz would immediately say anything to Fabian and the rest of the bad kids but they definitely notice how upset and embarrassed he’s suddenly become and manage to eventually get the info out of him. Xx

Riz only realised that he should have stopped Fabian from being so unintentionally grabby well after the point where it would have saved him the embarrassment. He had a good excuse at least, basically noone in Elmville even knew about goblin social graces or how physical contact could be interpreted differently. It was easier to just view everything through the eyes of a Solesian and move on with your day. Getting into a fight because someone insulted you or groped you unintentionally wasn't worth it so Rizs default reaction was to just let it go.

His problem this time though was that they were currently surrounded by people who DID know those social customs, and were currently holding them to them. Fabian had no way of knowing that what he just did was the equivalent of shoving your hand up your partners shirt in public, the INTENT wasn't there and that was the important part.

His friends were used to treating him with some care but he still hadn't had a chance to teach them everything. These goblins were gracious enough to forgive the weird tall-men for any minor blunders they made anyway.

Riz had mostly zoned out by this point, safe from any harassment on Fabians shoulder, and had settled into people watching mode. He was currently watching the girls on the other side of the cavern, some tiny goblin kids trying to teach them how to play a traditional game. Adaine must have used one of her few remaining spell slots (kristen and fig were completely out due to a fight earlier in the day) to cast comprehend languages at some point because she seemed to have caught on pretty well.

He was so focused on watching the game that he'd stopped paying attention to his own fidgeting. Tail flicking in such a way that he accidentally thwacked Fabian in the face with the tuft. The move earning him a flinch and a surprised sputtering g from the fighter.Riz was about to apologise for the affront but the words died in his throat with an embarrassing choking noise because, in an effort to stop Rizs tail moving and hitting him again Fabian had reached behind him, grabbed the base of his tail and /squeezed/. From Fabians point of view the manoeuver had the intended effect, because the goblins tail went completely limp as if his spine had been snapped.

"If you don't stop you're going to loose perching privileges. You can sit on Gorgug for the rest of the night." Fabians tone was playful but Riz absoloutly did not absorb what he'd actually said. Brain having ground to a screeching halt as he tried to switch gears from 'those goblins were grabbing me like that to flirt' to 'Fabian is grabbing me like that because he doesn't /know/ any better'.

"Hrkkgh." Nope, try again Gukgak that's not a word. Riz swallowed, relaxing his hand on Fabians shoulder from where he'd clenched down to the point his claws had almost punctured his armor with a shuddering sigh. He was glad they were more geared up than usual for this mission or there would have been bleeding.

"Sorry. My bad. You can let go now." The rogue sounded a little more strained than he meant to, having absoloutly whiffed his attempt at deception to make it seem like nothing was wrong.

Fabian gave him a sceptical look, releasing his tail even as he readjusted his seating position slightly so he was cross legged. Riz sweaing when the fighter suddenly pitched forwards to dislodge him from his perch with practised ease so he landed with an 'oof' on the balled up battle sheet in his lap.

"You can't fool me that easily The Ball." Fabian said with some annoyance, grabbing the base of Rizs tail again (more gently this time) so he couldn't scamper away.

"I knew that little shit that upset you earlier did something. You should have told me you were injured when it happened I would have gutted him like a fish."

"It's wasnt something worth fighting over I'm not even - ow what the /fuck/ Fabian." Riz flinched and hissed the last few words, baring his teeth because Fabian had flicked him on the ear with the hand not holding him in place with a grip on his tail.

"You are going to shut up and let me check to make sure nothing is broken or dislocated. If it IS I will force feed you a potion, I know they're in limited supply but letting a spinal break set wrong will cause issues in the long run and Kristen and Fig are tapped for spells." Fabian said matter of factly, pinning Riz down as he started squeezing at his tail again. Starting at the base and carefully feeling to make sure nothing was out of place or broken as he worked towards the tip.

Riz brain fully stopped producing coherent thoughts at that point and he tried very hard to focus on NOT biting the armor on Fabians thigh that was right in front of his face. He was suddenly very glad they'd been forced to wear more armor than usual or they WOULD have to use one of their few emergency potions. The rogue also having to remind himself that there was no amorous intent involved right now; Fabian was just worried he was injured and was conducting a medicine check.

Huffing when Fabian finally stopped and released him from the pin Riz reached around and thumped him in the side with the side of his fist.

"Nothing broken, but if hurts that much you should get one of the girls to heal you in the morning" Fabian shrugged, leaning back against the wall and getting comfortable.

Riz hit Fabian lightly again, flinching and whipping around to face the rest of the cavern when the elderly goblin woman from earlier laughed from where she was still trying to feed Gorgug with the others.

"THATS how you do it elf-lad. You shouldn't have stopped it looks like he was enjoying himself." She heckled, one of her friends rolling her eyes and handing something to her. Apparently someone had just won a bet of some kind. "Or do you two perhaps need somewhere a little more private now?"

Riz sputtered, belatedly remembering that they were in fact currently in a room full of other goblins. Face blushing all the way to the tips of his ears as he tried to duck down to hide more in Fabians lap.

"He's not... we're not... it's not LIKE that." Riz protested, voice breaking as he tried to curl up smaller. Critically failing on an attempt to stealth as he tried to get under the battle sheet and disappear.

His prayers to Cassandra for the ground to open and swallow him whole went sadly unanswered, but he redoubled his efforts when one of the teens from earlier came over and crouched down to speak to him.

"You should have just said your boyfriend was the possessive type. Niktlek was worried he was going to attack him since he's been glaring at him all night." She whispered, glancing up at Fabian who just looked incredibly confused by the commotion. "I mean, he could always join us if he wanted to though you'll have to explain the logistics. How does it even work with you two... is it proportional?"

Riz made a choking noise, covering his face with his hands which muffled his voice substantially.

"We're not /fucking/, gods we're not even. NO. Thankyou. We're not interested. I'M not interested. At all. Ever."

The teen shrugged, eyeing off the rest of his party before trotting over towards the girls. Riz had so thoroughly curled in on himself to hide that he missed Fabian mouthing 'what the fuck was that' to a thoroughly confused Adaine. The elf shrugging and looking just as perplexed; even though she understood what the goblins were saying she had totally missed the events leading up to it.

Fig was grinning like a maniac though because she totally had caught everything. She had also been pretending not to understand what anyone was saying for the whole night because it would spoil the surprise she'd been working on for months. The bard may have also been doing a bit of extra study on goblin customs as an addition to learning the language and 100% knew why Riz was suddenly so horribly flustered.

[finniestoncrane]

Would you be willing to do an ABCs for Arkhamverse Scarecrow?

NSFW Alphabet

Arkham!Scarecrow Headcanons yeah fuck it anon i had nothing else going on at work when i decided to write this and it was fun to do! i love doing my own headcanons for arkham jonny because i think he's such a gothic-romantic boy and i love indulging myself lmao 🧡🎃 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: the whole thing is nsfw and it's jonathan so obviously some riskier kinks are mentioned

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

surprisingly tender and vulnerable, more because it's been a pretty big display of desires, trust, and emotions that he's not used to exhibiting. he'd rather you didn't dwell on that though, he doesn't need extensive aftercare, and he won't be giving it out either. but you are required to lay beside him, quietly, while he calibrates his thoughts. and maybe he'll hold your hand

B = Body part (favourite part of theirs and their partner’s)

he's very fond of a partner's neck. holding it, stroking it, squeezing it, licking it, biting it, breathing on it, nuzzling into it, pressing the needles of his gauntlet against it or into it, just admiring it. anything goes

for himself, he's fond of his hands. they're his instruments of destruction and pleasure, it's fascinating that a body part can do both, that it can bring pain and comfort, kill and give life. the dichotomy gets him going

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

he's not intrigued or aroused by his own cum, in fact he'd rather not deal with the mess usually (so he's cumming inside of you, mouth or entrance, dealer's choice) but he's weak for his partner's and will beg to taste it, to have it in his mouth, to feel it on his fingertips

D = Dirty Secret (something they keep hidden)

not that he isn't willing to be gentle or vulnerable with a partner, but he would prefer to keep under wraps just how much he enjoys being held. he feels it weakens the facade he's built up. but nothing satiates his every desire more than being the little spoon

E = Experience (how experienced are they in bed)

he's had sexual encounters before, not a huge amount, and none in recent years, so he's a bit rusty. but he's very willing and eager, passionate and romantic, and extremely experimental with very little boundaries or hang-ups

F = Favourite Position

anyway that he can be in as much physical contact with his partner as possible, but a preferred position would be on your side, curled around one another in either configuration so that you can hold or be held while inside

second to that is holding or pining you against a wall either facing him or not so you can't escape from his clutches, it gives him a sense of control that he finds very enticing

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment?)

i don't think he's void of a sense of humour, but he's not necessarily the silliest or most whimsical guy out there. and for him, sex is a transaction of vulnerability and emotion, so he takes it very seriously

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

he's not groomed at all. his pubic hair is patchy at best, due to scarring on his abdomen and thighs and the pubic mound, but what he does have he doesn't bother trimming or shaving. it's scraggly and wild and it suits him perfectly

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

there's usually not many words uttered during intimate moments, very few sounds at all save for some growls and breathless whimpers, so he's not going to be showering you with praise or sentiments of adoration

but everything is in his touch, and the way he holds you, the moments where he leans back to look into your eyes, searching for a sign of consent to continue, that he isn't hurting you (or not hurting you enough), the way he holds himself back until you give him permission, is all very romantic

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

jonathan masturbates as a means of curing the urge. if you're not there, or if he doesn't have a partner at all, he will masturbate when he needs to, which isn't frequently. mostly at the height of excitement in plans or research or experimentation he might need to excuse himself to take care of things

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

fear play: if he can incorporate your phobias then that's kind of like exposure therapy, no?

medical roleplay: having you strapped to a chair and experimented on, touched and teased, edged and denied

sub/dom, abuse of authority: he enjoys being called doctor or professor or master and loves to abuse the power that comes with those titles in roleplay

pain: knives, needles, clamps, chains, whips, anything! you name it and he's willing to use it on you or have it used on him

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

jonathan will have sex anywhere, he's not particularly phased by any social implications. however, his preferred locations are always somewhere a little bit gross, a little bit risky, and a lot bit horrifying. in true goth fashion, he'll pick a graveyard or a pitch black alley or an abandoned building over a soft, warm bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

like everything else in his life, jonathan is motivated by adrenaline, whether produced by fear or anticipation or desperation. it's why he's into experimenting with risky or intense kinks, why he chooses places that send a shiver down your spine to romance you in, he is motivated by the nervous sweating, the uncertainty of danger, and the way your pupils dilate in terror before you cling to him for safety

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do)

he couldn't adopt a dynamic as a permanent state. if you're roleplaying or getting into some sub/dom stuff, it's only for the duration of the sexual or intimate encounter, after that yoe are both free to be yourself again

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

he loves giving and receiving!! when giving, he takes his time with a slow-paced and very attentive job. if he's receiving, he likes you to do the same. it feels more meaningful to him if it takes an hour to get to the end, and it's always more explosive if you've waited a while

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?

he's slow and sensual mostly, but he can be a bit rough if you're into that sort of thing and ask him, or beg him, nicely. he prefers a soft and tender touch laced with passion, a grip that is tight but only enough to let you know he wants you and needs you to a feral and animalistic display of desires

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

he's not completely opposed to the idea, but the build up is important to him. the rising heat between two bodies, the desperate clawing at someone's skin out of the compounding need to touch them, holding them in your arms for as long as you can before letting them succumb to their orgasm, that's how he likes it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment?)

isn't that the only way? listen. he's a scientist. he's used to experimenting. it's not like he's going to ignore the opportunity to do so in bed. kinks, positions, toys, partners, even some slightly less traditional things (like have you ever been fucked while you're clutching at your chest in sheer terror?) you name it, he's down to give it a try

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he's an old leathery man oh my god you're lucky to get once good session out of him. if he runs out of energy though, rest assured he would be more than happy to swap positions and let you take control, or at the very least, you're getting your orgasm one way or another, he might just have to use his other talents

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

there's not much he wouldn't try, but his favourites tend to be anal themed. beads, vibrators, plugs, double edged dildos, he's into them all. vibrators don't necessarily do anything for him, the nerve damage he suffers from means he'd need something industrial powered to make him feel anything, but up inside of him, he's still sensitive

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's an absolute bastard. teasing to him is part of the fun. the anticipation, especially with toys or more extreme kinks, the almost fear that dances in your eyes as you await his next move, wondering when he'll relent and just do whatever it is he's going to do to you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

the noises he does make are low and raspy, almost silent. it's like he's whispering, definitely holding back. but he moans and whimpers softly depending on what's being done to him (or what he's doing) and he grunts from his throat when he gets close to his climax

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

he lost one testicle in the killer croc attack and never had an implant put in so he's kinda lopsided, and his cock has a large scar running down half the length, which makes for a very pleasant sensation

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

further to the above, jonathan's cock is skinny but long. it's a slightly paler colour than his skin, except for the head which has a pinky-purple hue. there's several icy blue veins that wrap around it, and i know he curves up don't argue

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not particularly high. which is probably down to his preference for the build up and the adrenaline that comes from tension. he'd be quite happy to live in stifling sexual tension forever, than have a satisfactory release, but he understands that some people need to orgasm or at least get railed, so when that need crops up for a partner, he's happy to oblige

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

this is the only time he ever sleeps, it's the only occasion where his body feels so properly rested and relaxed that he's able to drift off into a peaceful slumber, with nothing but thoughts of villainy and torture and horror playing merrily in his warped little mind

[little-guy-little-mouse]

" Uh...How do I do this again..? "

"Uh...Hi! I'm Ryunosuke Naruhodo, but you can call me Ryuno, Ryu, or...um...anything basically!..as long as it isn't mean.

I'm a defense attorney, and my duty is to free the falsely accused and seek the truth."

OOC: welcome to my silly ryunosuke blog!!!!!

Info about Ryuno:

he/him (subject to change if i feel like it)

timeline tbd, but asoryuu will be the main ship here as my partner has a kazuma blog!! @guy-with-a-red-headband

mod has not seen tgaa yet (sorry :c)!! i've seen like a couple minutes of the first trial but that's it! i've been spoiled a fair bit so i know some big plot points tho

i will be basing my knowledge off the wiki and the game as i play/watch it, but i can't guarantee a full in-character response (especially regarding other characters) D:

list of hcs are at the end!

this will be mainly an ask blog for now, but i might poke in the rp blog territory if i feel like it.

also yesss i knowww its late 19th century japan they didnt have tumblr let me dreammm

Info about meeee:3

main account is @bitesizedgummie (i mainly post aa stuffs :p)

he/they

I AM A MINOR!!!! this is different for others, but please don't direct NSFW towards me OR character blogs. >:(

call me pickle, gummie, astro, apollo, or wtv floats ur boat!!! :3

non-weird interactions are always welcome, even with non-fandom characters!!

Headcanons (actively working on any that are inaccurate due to mentioned canon info, pls lmk if there are any!)

transmasc!! (top surgery but no bottom surgery, don’t ask me how that works in their time period)

doesn’t like telling ppl he’s trans bc he’s usually met with transphobia

hasn’t told kazuma he’s trans bc of the thing listed above!

actively trying to try new food/cuisine

also actively trying to listen to new music!

tends to snort while laughing

scared of the dark, as well as thunder

VERY ticklish

sometimes (a lot of times) misses jokes

modern slang of any kind confuses the living shit out of him

he does archery as a hobby in his free time

can get thrown off track real easy if u try hard enough

tends to forget/mishear words in english

if u give him food he'll either scarf it down within 5 minutes or eat it over the span of an hour but if he likes it he will eat it just give him a minute

needs glasses but prefers either not to wear them or wears contacts instead (yes contacts were invented in their time period i checked) bc he always breaks them

tends to sing/hum to himself when listening to music? idk how that works considering their time period tho oops

has rlly bad stage fright, especially in front of a bunch of ppl he doesn’t know

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I (24M) and my partner K (26M) are in a long distance relationship. I am currently in the closet, and I live in a very conservative area, whereas K is very much out of the closet and lives in a very left leaning area on the opposite side of the country. Because of this, we don't get to see each other in person very often due to the cost of airfare and it not being safe for him to visit me.

About a month ago, I got an invitation to crash for a weekend with a close childhood friend--who I will refer to as A(25M)--some time in January. I have not seen A in several years, and his house is only a day or two's drive away, so I happily accepted. I told K, and he suggested we take the opportunity to meet up since I am going to be out of state.

I was hesitant, because I really don't want to turn this emotional reunion with A into a couple's getaway. That said, it's been a while since K and I saw each other, so I said sure, figuring that I'd stay with A for the weekend, then extend my trip and spend a few days on vacation with K.

Well, plans suddenly changed when I finally got approved for my own apartment in a more left leaning area. Surprise! I no longer have to worry about K's safety when he comes to visit. He is planning to come down and see me in a couple months.

Here's the issue. I love K, but I want some time alone with A. We haven't seen each other in 7 years, and I'm going to be staying at his house. It feels weird to ask if I can bring another person into his (already kind of cramped) house that he does not know, and now that my rent has suddenly doubled, I don't really have the means to rent an AirBnB or hotel room for the week.

K has also expressed jealousy regarding my friendship with A due to how close we have gotten very suddenly (not suddenly for us, again, we've known each other for 13 years, we just fell out of contact), as well as some things that we have in common that K and I do not. He has not asked me to distance myself or anything, I am not interested in A like that, and I have made that clear to him. It just feels like it would be a very weird vibe to bring K to A's house and risk making A uncomfortable in his own home.

K is also already coming to my house very soon, so it's not like it will have been forever since I've seen him. He hasn't bought the tickets yet for either trip, but I feel guilty telling him I don't want to see him, especially since he has already expressed jealousy about A and I's relationship. WIBTA if I told K that I don't want to bring him along when I go to visit A?

What are these acronyms?

[blackbloodteeth]

March of Madness – Fandom Creative Event!!

Welcome to the first event (possibly of its kind) of March of Madness – A reverse-exchange challenge of sorts where you create writing or art for a randomly selected idea! Why an idea of mine, you may ask? Well, I come up with too many all of the time and I figured it would be a fun challenge to see what other people do with them haha, plus it's a fun way to put more of that sweet delicious Soul Eater content out into the world.

Do note, as I am the funny Soul Evans multiverse man, that these ideas will be largely Soul-centric. There may be other characters present of course (and you can opt-out of Soul x Maka related ideas in the sign-up form), but Soul will almost always be an integral part of these ideas. Who knows, maybe you can get some practice in with his character if you haven't been as familiar.

Now, the rules are this:

After the sign-up period has ended, you will receive a randomly selected idea (with your given preferences kept in mind) to secretly work on for all of March, with posting starting in April. You still have time to work on it for the rest of April, but if you aren't finished by the start of May then you will become an after-party entry (which will still be able to be shared, just make sure to contact me haha). ---

Writers will have a word count minimum of 1,500 words to complete their fics (as that is about my one-shot average). Artists will need to complete a coherent-looking piece of art that clearly conveys the idea, however if you don't want to work alone, you may choose to collaborate with a writer and create art for the same idea that they're working on (either may opt-in for collabing in the sign-up form). ---

While creative interpretations and liberties are freely allowed to express your vision of the idea, you will need to at least stick to the bare bones of the given premise in spirit of the event. If you find you need a new idea if yours isn't working for you (or you'd like to write more than one as a small collection), you are allowed to reroll for a new idea, however please make sure to communicate this change with your partner if you have one (as well as communicating with me if you feel you need to drop out of the event or such). ---

As these ideas aren't really made with suggestive content in mind, I would prefer that event creations don't contain any explicit content. Please remember to tag/mark your posts if they happen to contain blood/gore, body horror, death, etc.

Sign-ups last from February 18th to 29th!

Once posting starts I will reblog all event creations with the "Soul Eater March Madness 2024" tag, and add any fics posted to AO3 in a March of Madness collection that were okay with being added.

This event is mostly just for fun, so don't sweat it if you find yourself too busy or lacking energy for a good chunk of it. Either way I'm looking forward to seeing how the event will go!

[objectumnonsense]

I hope this is not offensive! But do you have sex with ur objectum crushes? And if so how? I'm new to the objectum world🥺

not offensive at all, don't worry! i get the confusion, i've been in your shoes before lol. it's hard to find any info when most people see our attractions as a joke, unfortunately. (this got a little long so i'm putting it under a cut)

to answer your questions, yes i do! my current girlfriend, ct, is an electric piano, and we've had sex a couple times before. (disclaimer that this isn't one-size-fits-all advice, since objectum relationships can look a lot different between partners, and i'd recommend asking other people if you want a wider breadth of perspectives on this. for what it's worth, we're still figuring stuff out too.)

depending on whether or not you're posic, consent is going to look different for you, but everything that applies with non-object partners should obviously apply here. always make sure you and your partner(s) are happy with everything going on, giving consent, etc.

depending on what you're doing together, you may want to use protection of some kind; for example, it's probably a bad idea to get cum in your pc's fans unless you want a very awkward conversation with a repair guy. on a related note, it's important to make sure you clean up afterwards, especially if your partner(s) come in contact with other people on the regular. depending on how discreet you want your relationship to be, you can use the excuse of noticing a stain/accidentally spilling something/etc if you need to.

as for the act itself, i'm afraid the best i can give is anecdotes since i don't know what you're working with on your end. in our case, ct is long enough for me to grind on one end of him while kissing the other. i know he likes when i stick my fingers under his keys, and when i play with his switches and buttons. we haven't done anything too intense yet, but we're planning on trying out wireplay sometime this year if we can.

obviously none of this applies if your partner is a plush, for example, and things get even more complicated when you're conceptum (as soon as i figure out how to bone a song nobody will be able to stop me), but with enough time and experimentation, you're sure to find something that works for you and your partner(s). don't get discouraged if it takes a while either, it's worth it when you learn how to make your beloved(s) happy :]

[random2908]

My old study partner from college landed a job in data science a few days ago. (Data science is the current trendy thing for people with math/science degrees to turn to if they want to leave academia and don't have other prospects in their field, or want to leave their field. Supposedly there are enough well-paying jobs for everyone who wants to try it.)

Today he found out it was a scam! Someone had spoofed the company (a real company that really hires data scientists) and strung him along. Luckily at some point in the process, either he saw something suspicious or just wanted more info, and he reached out to the company that had "hired" him independently. They told him that they got this a lot, there was known to be a hiring scam out there that was spoofing them.

I haven't talked to him about what happened, but I assume what happened was that, since he was actively job searching, he reached out to a bunch of headhunters, so when a fake headhunter contacted him he thought it was one of the ones he'd reached out to. That's what these scams are going for--they spam a bunch of people, and hope that a few people are in just the right situation to be expecting a message like that from someone legit.

[spotaus]

Flesh anon here. Yet again. With more flesh questions, go me! Staying on brand!

So I was rereading my previous asks and the responses and I realized two things

1. Human flesh is very much a conversation Reaper, Geno, and Dust could have at some point, something like Geno mourning that loss of opportunity back in school, Reaper making a small comment about it because while he has eaten it before it is likely not something he would repeat, and then Dust can chime in with the fact he's eaten dishes from that shapeshifter kingdom place, and Geno gets so excited because "omg what do you mean i can go over and eat flesh in dishes that had possibly hundreds of years avaiable to develop the tastes to their full potential??" because he's a nerd and has to get shut down by his lovers, because there's no way they're going with him, and there's ABSOLUTELY no way he's going alone.

2. It has been established Ccino would throw the flesh Nim used to eat out because of Nightmare being picky about his food so the pantry had to get renovated

But Ccino only got that because of all the chaos and the adjustment period

So... If almost everything went as planned, would the flesh from Nims rule stay in the pantry at the beginning of Dreams? Like I don't think it would get resupplied because Nightmare is an advisor and I think Ccino would still get some say in that, but is that something that could've actually went on without people even... Really realizing? Like maybe after the kingdom gets overthrown they're in some very unfortunate situation where they have questionable food and stuff and Dream takes the meat because well, Nightmare gets iffy with most meats and Ccino probably can't stomach it, and he eats it expecting something terrible because the source was sketchy... But he recognizes this? He has eaten this before, back at the castle. It's the first time since those early days that he's eating it, but even if prepared very differently the taste and texture is unique enough that he's able to recognize it. Maybe later on they learn it was flesh and he feels disgusted? Or maybe not even, maybe he's eerily neutral about it and Nightmare is the one who feels disgusted for him. I feel like Ccino would not let himself process it either way honestly.

Welcome back Flesh Anon! It's a pleasure!

And I love the brand, let's do this thing!

1) Oh, you are SO right! Those freaks would definitely make a conversation of it- like you said, Geno would be the one to bring it up, and without even thinking Reaper is just like, "No, my love, you wouldn't be impressed. It's like any other meat, except a bit of a strange texture." And then is blindsided when Geno gives him The Look to elaborate. But Dust doesn't catch it immediately (and is also a lot more comfy w/ them) so he drops the "Yeah. Unseasoned and uncooked? Gross." And he Also doesn't process because Reaper was so chill about it. (He gets flash-backs to the drunk night w/ Killer lmao-) And then Geno hounds them for like an hour for info, haha! (Idk if there's anything else to say because you kinda nailed them, hehe!)

Perhaps, if I were to be a bit silly, I could see Dust sending a letter to obe of hid old contacts and asking them to visit Sanctuary or Orchard, to call in a favor. Obe singular well-cooked meal for his stupidly curious partner. At the end of the day Dust knows Geno has done worse social + moral taboos and will find his way to it one way or another, so he's speeding up the process haha! Geno admits that Reaper + Dust were right, the texture was just mediocre and uninteresting (doesn't even bother his magic) but the lady who made it made it WELL. Like, actually kinda scrumptious flavor-wise- he's deeply impressed.

2) Ohhhh I forgot... yeah, 99% chance that Dream doesn't even notice the incoming shipments, and the staff would assume Dream enjoyed the same meals as Nim w/ some variation. Night, like u said, very picky so he never had it in his meals, but Dream? Dream just kinda ate whatever was put infront of him so long as it looked/smelled/tasted good! Kept ordering it for years, actually, because the twins never bothered to ask, and the staff never thought they had reason to tell! (Ccino wouldn't have looked into it either I don't think, he didn't ever quite get the authority in this version, just immunity from poor treatment, so the meat is none if his business, all he needs to know is that Night won't eat it <3) And I love picturing them on the run and getting food from a sketchy source? Banger! Everything looks vaguely familiar, except for the meat, and Ccino prepares it beat he can, and Dream is distressed to recognize his high-price meat's texture! It doesn't take long to truly puzzle it out! At this point, I do believe Dream would be icked out, but in a very mundane way. Like, mm. (Example: My brother hates mayo. He loves my mom's chicken salad, which includes mayo. He overlooks his mayo hatred because it tastes good + eats it anyways-) Fundamentally he's grossed out by the idea of eating human flesh, but after so long od developing a taste for it? He's kinda unapologetic for liking it and, in this au, *might* eat it again. But yeah, no, Nightmare gags the moment he hears someone point it out, and Ccino just kinda... blocks it out. Back into crisis mode for this boy, lol!

[despairforme]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

HM!! Very difficult question to answer. I was fortunate enough to write Nnoitra / Grimmjow for several years on here with Lexie, so that ship is dear to me, but I don't see myself writing them together again because yeah, Lexie's Grimmjow was just the perfect fit for Nnoitra. Unfortunately I haven't been able to get in contact with Lexie for a few years now, but I'm still forever blessed to have written this ship with them.

So, I don't really have an OTP for Nnoitra. His most popular canon ships, Nnoitra / Nelliel and Nnoitra / Tesla are not OTPs for me, but I'm still open to writing them if our muses click.

I honestly prefer either crossover-ships, OCxCANON or rare-pairs. I want interesting dynamics that I haven't thought about or tried before.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I'm open to anything, as long as it's in-character for Nnoitra. It's pretty difficult ( or should I say impossible? ) to have a healthy ship with Nnoitra, as he is a very toxic person, so writing toxic ships is my jam. I'm fine with writing non-con ( Nnoitra's canon, hello? ), abuse, manipulation and so on and so on. The only things I will not write are things that I consider OOC for Nnoitra, such as him being the submissive in the relationship, any type of feminization-plot. I also won't write prefect lovey-dovey ships because that's just not Nnoitra.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

No age gap limits, but Nnoitra is not interested in minors. I also won't write ship with mods who are under 20. I'm in my late 20s and considering the sort of dark material I write and how toxic Nnoitra can become in a relationship, I feel more comfortable if my writing partner is older than 20.

Are you selective when shipping?

YES. I'm very selective when shipping. Mostly because it takes Nnoitra a good while to form that sort of bond with someone. I also like for things to develop "naturally". I don't do pre-established romantic relationships. I want Nnoitra to fall in love on his own, without me pushing him along.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I typically tag things as "suggestive //" right away if there is a sexual or graphic tone to the post. Nnoitra is a crude person so this can happen easily. I would only tag sex or foreplay as NSFW.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

At the moment, I have no active ships for Nnoitra ( he's sleeping with a couple of people though, win for him fjfjfjf ). I really miss writing ships for Nnoitra, so I'm writing a few crossover ship fanfics for him (Nnoitra/Atsushi and Nnoitra/Kōtarō), but this is just self-indulgent because I want to see him happy from time to time ahaha.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

No, you don't. It's absolutely cool to tell me if you want to try and explore a ship between our muses though! I'll be onboard for exploring, but please note that there is never a guarantee that Nnoitra will grow attached to your muse. We can set them up on a date ( Nnoitra is actively trying to find dates these days ), but again, there are no guarantees. If your muse has feelings for Nnoitra, feel free to tell me!

How often do you like to ship?

RARELY! Like man oh man, haven't had a ship on here for 200 years at this point. I would like to ship more, but at the same time it's Nnoitra who decides when he falls in love, and that is a slow process. I'm just hitching along for the ride.

Are you multiship?

No, I consider my blog selective few-ship. I also will only have one ship per verse. I'm looking for a few ship partners ( or just one, I'm up for being single ship ) who I can write deep and dedicated plots with.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I'm not ship obsessed by any means, since it's been many years since I've written a ship for Nnoitra. I AM currently searching for a ship for him, because I do miss writing that sort of thing, but if it doesn't happen, then it doesn't happen. All good.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Byakuya / Renji . Aizen / Shinji . Mayuri / Kisuke .

My three BLEACH OTPs! I do have other ships (rare-pairs mostly) that I enjoy, but these three are my favorite.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Tell me that you're interested in exploring this type of dynamic between our muses, and we can set them up on a date, or put them in a setting where they can get to know each other. Please note that there is no guarantee that Nnoitra will form an attachment.

tagged by : @avaere , thank you for the tag aven!

tagging: @fiorserpen , @3katanas , @pinkminxed , @gildinbainas , @godkilller , @knightshonour , @adelha-mathilde .

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Real DecaP DARK Fanfic.

Warning: contains quite a bit of violence, blood, some swearing.

This isn't DecaP fluff fanfic (there's a bit at the end tho), I wrote this while imagining a DARK DecaP game. Harvard is an actual merciless bastard, and his teammates don't have a good time.

Writing this caused me some emotional pain, so be prepared.

(Also I'm so tired, this is like 5,500 words long... I didn't beta read it, no energy left 😅 I'm sorry if there're any wording mistakes)

Plot: The team experiences Harvard's darkness firsthand.

*Huff puff*

Carl was running alone in an abandoned building.

'Where is everyone?' Carl thought as he went around a corner.

*BANG*

'What was that?!' Carl heard a loud sound coming not far from where he is.

'Are the others in trouble?!' He tried to once again contact his teammates through his special police assigned phone, but it still didn't work.

'Damn it... I guess there's no other choice...' Carl began to turn the other way and started running to the source of the loud sound he had heard.

'Everyone... please be okay...!'

*bang*

"Hm? That was..." Zhang muttered to himself as he checked his laptop for any contacts from his teammates.

"It was quite loud, but still far off from where we are," said his partner, Manimani.

Her tone of voice signaled worry, yet still radiates a strong calmness.

"Any news from the others?" Manimani asked her partner.

"No, not yet..." Zhang shaked his head and began typing on his laptop.

"We've been separated from them for quite some time now... Did Mikey contact you?" asked Manimani again.

"Nope... This is just speculation on my part, but I think this old building is jamming our signals," Zhang begins to explain.

"Mikey just went in to search for Carl and Harvard, so maybe he hasn't had any new info to tell us," he continued.

"...but it's weird that Carl or Harvard hasn't contacted us at all, is what you're saying right?" Manimani said.

"Exactly," said Zhang as he finally tears his sight away from his laptop screen to face Manimani.

"Especially Carl," Manimani emphasized.

"Especially Carl... he's the biggest worrywart of this team," Zhang agreed.

"So, what should we do know? Me going in after them won't solve any problem," Manimani puts her hands on her hips, slightly annoyed.

"Right..." Zhang begins to think.

"Honestly we were so lucky to be regrouped with Mikey, only for him to immediately went off in search of those two," Manimani briefly remembers when they managed to accidentally find Mikey in this labyrinth of a building.

"Mikey!" Manimani shouted a bit to get her teammate's attention.

Mikey was running, about to turn around a corner when he heard Manimani's voice calling him.

"Goodness! What a coincidence! Good to see you two!" Mikey, noticing Manimani and Zhang, began to ran over to them whilst shouting a bit.

"A coincidence of great effort, this place is like a maze!" Zhang said, "Why didn't you contact us?"

"Oh! Yes, contact! Sorry, I forgot!" Mikey admitted, an embarrassed smile began to form on his face.

Zhang and Manimani sighed at the revelation, 'Knew it,' they both thought at the same time.

"Putting that aside for a moment, did you find anything? Where are our leader and his partner?" Manimani asked.

"Very weird. I found nothing, not a single person. And no Harvard or Carl either," Mikey said, perplexed.

"Wait, not a single person? But you came from the other way. We also didn't find anyone, so thinking logically, you should've had more chance in encountering those members!" the news shook Manimani.

"Yes, very weird. This is hideout of a big crime organization, correct?"

"Right, but we also didn't find a single person..." Manimani looked to Zhang for correction, and he only nods.

"Could it be that they already fleed?" Zhang raised a possibility.

"No way, Harvard clearly told us they'd be here. He was sure of it," And Harvard was rarely wrong when he's that sure, Manimani added in her mind.

"Damn it, this is turning into a mess. I thought we'd be able to instantly raise our achievements if we're able to caught a big crime organization by ourselves," Zhang sighed.

"I told you so," Manimani said perturbed.

'What a mess... This is what happens when you don't listen to Carl and me, we're like the only functioning brains with common sense in this team...!' Manimani swallowed her words, making the situation worse is the last thing she wants to do right now. Scolding Zhang can come after they're all together and safe.

"How about we search for leader and Carl together?" Mikey asked, sensing the disturbance in the air.

"Can't do, I wanna try contacting headquarters," Zhang said, rejecting Mikey's offer.

"I see, what about you Manimani?" Mikey turns his focus to Manimani.

"I want to, but Zhang's horrible at fights. Can't risk him getting jumped by the enemies while he's working on contacting headquarters," Manimani shook her head, a bit disappointed she couldn't go searching for her teammates.

"That's okay I understand, Zhang's the worse at fights in our team. I would also be worried if I were to left him alone in the middle of enemy territory," Mikey agrees.

Zhang didn't mind being spoken off like a deadweight at fights, he's good at other things after all. And he's about to demonstrate that other things right now as he opens his laptop and begins working.

"Alright, then see you guys later!" Mikey said as he began to run off to find Harvard and Carl.

"Ah, don't forget to contact us with updates!" Manimani shouted at Mikey's running figure that's getting farther and father away from them in just a few seconds.

She could see him making an 'OK' sign with his hand, and lets him leave, hoping he wouldn't forget again.

"Maybe we shouldn't have let him leave after all..." Manimani said a bit dejected.

"Don't say stupid things like that, if that happens then we three'll be sitting ducks here when there might be something happening to our two missing teammates," Zhang debated, he's already working on his laptop again.

"Right, Mikey's strong anyway, he'd be able to handle himself just fine. You say some pretty good stuff sometimes too, huh?"

"Yep, glad you understand," Zhang answer as he types on his laptop.

"How's the progress with contacting the headquarters?" asked Manimani.

"No luck, we're sitting ducks," Zhang answered, his typing stopped.

"Figures," Manimani sighed, "Still, what was that noise anyway?" she asked.

"Don't know, but it seems to be coming from the way Mikey ran off to, so he may be close to it. We're definitely far off though," Zhang said.

"Should we go there?" suggested Manimani.

Zhang closed his laptop with a clicked, "Sure, it's not like we're making progress here," and stood up.

*Huff puff*

Carl could hear himself breathing.

The building he's in is old and so very quiet.

He could only hear his footsteps and rapid breathing.

'That source of that noise should be close... Damn it!'

Carl thought about how it all came to this, and almost swore to himself to give Harvard a good beating when he sees him next.

'Harvard, you stupid...!'

He remembers when Harvard came to them with surefire proofs on a crime organization and a plan to catch them all by themselves.

He and Manimani tried to convince him otherwise and to at least tell their higher-ups, but Harvard wouldn't listen.

Not only that, he managed to gain Zhang's support by luring him in with talks of achievements and promotions or whatnot.

With Mikey not really supporting one or the other, they were at a tie.

But Harvard was reckless enough to tell them that he would even go by himself, so there's no use stopping him.

Carl has been friends with Harvard for at least 3 years and he had an ability to understand other people's hearts and, through them, their thoughts and personalities.

He understands his friend and partner's personality very well.

So he knew he couldn't stop him, but, "Okay, we'll come with," Manimani gasped, shocked at his decision.

"But, let me contact our instructors first. At the very least, they should know if we're about to attempt this. Things may go south after all, we may need their help," Manimani's relieved sigh reached his ears.

Harvard gave him a look, indicating 'not bad', then smirked and shook his head, "If they know, they would first stop us from going, then issue a formal request to their higher-ups to be allowed to catch them. It could take DAYS. There could be an information leak, and the entire organization could be gone from that building by the time that venerable permission comes out."

Carl couldn't say anything, especially when he thought about what's going on inside the force currently.

There were talks about traitors inside Broadstone Police Force.

"We're going, NOW," was what Harvard said last before he left the room.

Carl wasn't about to let that kill them all though, so he whipped up his phone and was about to call one of their instructors, Misae or Granger.

But just then, a message came in. From Harvard. Carl pales and closed his phone, he then followed the others and left the room, chasing after Harvard.

*BANG*

'It's that noise again, I'm getting close!' Carl thought as he fasten his pace.

*BANG BANG BANG*

'It's increasing?! What are they from? Gunshots? It's so loud, like metal...'

*SCREAM*

'What in the-?! I need to hurry up, someone's life could be in danger!'

Carl slowed his pace as he gets closer to the source of the loud metal noises and screams.

He very carefully peeked inside the room where the noises originated from.

'What is... ugh-!' Carl held his breath.

*BANG BANG BANG*

"Agh! Spare me!" pleaded a bloody man covered his head with his hands.

"Sure, once you tell me what I want to know!" a voice resembling his partner's, Harvard's, told him.

"I already told you, I don't know anything- UGH!" the man's words were cut short by a metal pipe hitting his side.

*BANG*

"Harvard...?" Carl stood shocked, unable to let a single word out.

"I'll give you another chance!"

"I don't know, please-"

*BANG*

Carl reflexively turned his face away and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he took a glance at the room they were in.

There was a lot of red splattered on the floor and the wall, and...people. Unmoving people. Dead people.

Carl felt nauseous.

"C'mon, spill it!" Harvard demanded.

No, if this goes on...!

"Harvard stop...!" Carl heard himself scream.

Harvard seemed to hear him, his hand holding the steel pipe froze and he turned around to face him.

"...Carl," was all that Harvard said in this situation. Carl could hear the annoyance in his tone of voice.

"What were you doing?!" Carl asked, terrified.

"I was just beating information out of our suspect here," answered Harvard, his hand still holding the steel pipe.

"Oh goodness..." Carl could feel himself dizzier by the second, his partner was showing absolutely no signs of guilt.

"Look at all these people Harvard! Y-you... What did you do to them?! They couldn't be...dead?" Carl asked in disbelief.

"Don't worry, I made sure they're still alive," Harvard said, his patience getting thinner.

"That's not the problem you-"

"It was self-defense. They attacked me first with steel pipes, I just returned the favor," his voice exasperated.

Carl felt that Harvard is saying, 'Are you done yet?' with his body language.

"Harvard, j-just put down that steel pipe first," Carl begged.

Harvard sneered, "Or what? You'll beat me up?"

There was no way Carl could win against Harvard, his fighting prowess is second only to Mikey in their team, while Carl is only as strong as Manimani.

Beating Harvard in a hand-to-hand combat is like asking for broken bones and pain.

Yet, he can't use any of his official police assigned weapons, like his gun, he needs permission from their higher-ups.

And he for sure didn't even tell their direct higher-ups, their instructors, that they would even be here, in this mess.

'Harvard's mess...' thought Carl.

Carl stayed quiet, unable to answer Harvard's provocation.

"Just like I thought," sighed Harvard as he went back to terrorize the bloody man that couldn't even stand up anymore.

"Now, tell me what you know, or I'll bust your head open."

"I-I don't know, I don't know...-"

*BANG*

"UGH!!" the man let out a muffled scream and coughed out some blood.

"HARVARD STOP!!" before Carl realized, he was running to stop his partner.

Carl tackled him from behind.

Harvard's footing wobbled, but he easily pushed Carl away.

Carl landed on his back, "Guh...!"

"Carl, I'm warning you, don't get in my way," Harvard's voice was serious and laced with anger.

"You can't do this! This isn't right!" said Carl as he attemped to get up.

"And who decides on that?" Harvard sneered.

"The law does!" Carl yelled.

"Well, the law is wrong."

Harvard's eyes looked down on him, and Carl trembled from the fear and pressure.

Harvard's eyes were merciless, his eyes now were like the eyes of criminals they've caught together before.

Dark, cold, merciless, cruel...

Carl couldn't bear to look at them.

Harvard turned away from Carl and looked back at the man lying down in his own blood.

"Tell me, what do you know about the Clown case from 10 years ago?"

The man didn't answer and only laid still while covering his head with his hand pitifully.

"Answer me!!" Harvard screamed as he swung the metal pipe once more.

"HARVARD NO!!"

Carl ran over and gripped his partner's hand that's holding the steel pipe tightly, trying to get him to let it go.

"Harvard, please don't do this!" Carl cried.

"Carl, LET. ME. GO!" Harvard's strength outpowered Carl and he swung down the pipe to hit Carl's upper arm.

"Aagh!!" Carl wailed as he fell down.

Harvard sighed annoyingly as he steadied himself, he lifted his hand again to hit the man.

"Harvard no...!" Carl clenched Harvard's leg, pleading for him to stop this madness.

Harvard kicked him back and swung down his metal pipe on the man again.

*BANG*

"Harvard no! This is wrong! Please stop it already!!" Carl could feel tears streaming down his face.

"Is this your justice?! Harvard!!" Carl cried at the top of his lungs.

"That's right, this IS my justice," Harvard coldly answered.

Carl's heart fell.

Why am I so weak? Carl hated himself at this moment.

If only the others were here, any one of them could do a much better job at stopping Harvard than he could...

"Harvard STOP!!!" Carl forced himself to get up, the pain in his upper arm tearing through him mercilessly, but he hold it back.

Carl tackled Harvard from behind again, and he felt a sharp pain stabbing his stomach.

Harvard had elbowed his stomach.

Carl could taste blood in his mouth, but he held his ground.

"Har..vard!!" Carl swung his fist to Harvard's face, but Harvard caught it.

"Stand. Back. Carl."

Harvard kicked his stomach and threw him back.

The impact from hitting the ground made Carl gagged on his blood.

Carl felt pitiful.

If only anyone from his team were here, they could surely stop Harvard.

Carl couldn't, Carl never could. He was too weak, too fragile, too much of a pampered crybaby to do anything.

He was scared, terrified. He couldn't even properly look at his friend without trembling so much.

He wants to go home to his family. He wants to sleep in his soft and large bed, and have his parents and elder siblings tell him that everything will be okay.

He hated this. Why did he even go to Police College for? He should've stayed and continued his family's business. What dreams? Being a hero? Laughable.

"Uhh...uwaaaa..." Carl cried.

He couldn't even lift his arms anymore, one of them hurt too badly and he just has no more energy left to lift the other anymore.

'It hurts...' Carl's whole body was screaming in pain, he was coughing up blood, but most of all, his heart hurt.

His friend and partner is doing something so horrible, yet he couldn't even stop him.

Since he's 2 years older, he always feels like should show Harvard the way, that he should guide him on the right path.

But he failed, miserably.

He is a failure.

*Sniff sniff*

Unbeknownst to Carl, Harvard was silently watching him, his expression contorting slightly.

Harvard suppressed the feelings in his heart, and began to interrogate the man again.

"I'll ask again, what do you know about the Clown case from 10 years ago?"

The man curled up and stayed silent.

"I know you know something. I've obtained information that before you founded this criminal organization 8 years ago, you were in contact with Clown. My source even told me that you were sending hit list to them."

The man kept silent.

"Tell me, 10 years ago, were you the one that gave the instruction to kill a woman surnamed Marks?" his voice intensified.

"..." silence.

"Hahaha... is that how you wanna play? Fine."

*BANG BANG BANG*

"You know, maybe you'd be interested to know who's the source of all my information on you," Harvard gave a forced smile.

"Do you have any idea of an old woman and her daughter who's surnamed 'Hart'?"

"...!" the man responded slightly.

Harvard smirked, "The old lady has trouble with her left leg and walks with a cane, while the daughter has burn marks on her right hand. Do you suppose know who they are?"

'...You-" the man's teeth clenched.

"Willing to talk now?"

"What did you do to them?" the man face Harvard with a new fiery determination.

Harvard let out a geniune laugh, "Ahaha, nothing. Yet."

The man lunged at Harvard as if his wounds aren't bothering him.

"Heh!" Harvard easily evaded him, "If you tell me everything you know and did with Clown, nothing would happen to them."

"You...monster!" the man screamed as he lunged forward to attack Harvard.

Harvard just clicked his tongue and kicked him back, "Monster? If I'm a monster, then what the fuck are you huh?"

"You killed people, you terrorized them, you were so evil that you wife and kid left you AND told all of your wrongdoings to the police to get you in jail. You're a fucking PIG in a human society."

"SHUT UP!!" the man yelled and got up again.

"You're the shit of society, the least you could do is own up for being a shit and tell me everything I want to know from you."

The man attempted to tackle Harvard, but Harvard dodged and hit him hard with his metal pipe.

*BANG*

"Feel like talking now?"

*Cough cough* the man coughs up a lot of blood.

"Harvard...stop...he's gonna die...sniff," Carl tried to force himself to stand up again.

He's a failure, sure, but if he and the man were gonna die in his partner's hands, the least he could do is to reduce that kill count from 2 to 1.

He's used to cleaning up after Harvard anyway, one more time wouldn't hurt.

"Stand down Carl. What am I gonna tell your prestigious family if you get hurt any more than this?" Harvard sighed.

Carl clenched his teeth and forced himself to get up again, and, oddly enough, he couldn't quite feel the pain anymore. Is that good or bad? He was supposed to be knowledgeable about this, but he couldn't quite remember. He feels dizzy.

"ZHANG, MANIMANI, MIKEY, HELP!!!" Carl screamed loudly.

Carl couldn't do it alone, so he called for help. After all, that's what teammates are for.

*Huff puff*

"This place is a labyrinth!" Manimani said between breaths.

"Tell me about it," Zhang unenthusiastically replied.

"At least we are together!" Mikey added.

"I'm glad we found you! But why were you still so close to our location?" Manimani asked.

"I got lost! This place is a labyrinth!" Mikey said a bit too enthusiastically.

"Wow," Zhang replied.

*BANG BANG BANG*

"We're already so much closer to the source of those loud noises, just a bit more!" Manimani said.

"I hope Harvard and Carl are already there, I don't think I could manage to run around again to search for them," Zhang said, out of breath.

"Don't worry, I could still go for another run!" Mikey said with a reassuring smile.

"Gee, good for you," said Zhang.

*BANG*

"Another loud noise! It's so close now!" said Manimani.

"C-Can we take a short break?" Zhang pleaded.

"Not now! We're so close..." rejected Manimani.

"B-But I'm so tired...can't go on running...!"

"That's why we always told you to train with us! But you always refused!"

Manimani and Zhang were about to start a scuffle.

"ZHANG, MANIMANI, MIKEY, HELP!!!"

"Huh, that was...!" Manimani was suprised for a second, but immediately began to search for the source of the voice.

"Carl...?" Zhang added, surprised and out of breath.

"Here! Let's go!" Mikey acted first, the two then followed behind him.

"Carl!!" Mikey called back.

Carl could feel his heart literally jumped with joy and relieve hearing that voice.

Mikey was the strongest in their team, if anyone could stop Harvard, it's him!

Carl sniffled for one last time before steadying himself, 'That's right, this isn't time for crying. We need to stop Harvard. We need to help him!'

"Mikey! We're here!" Carl called out to Mikey again.

Harvard's expression showed his displease, 'More annoyances...'

"CARL!" Mikey's loud voice was even louder as he got closer.

And he finally managed to find them.

Carl almost cried again out of joy when he saw that Zhang and Manimani were also with him.

"Carl- What in the?!" Manimani spoke first, she scanned the room and immediately formed a hypothesis.

"What the..." Zhang was second, he turned paler as his gaze traced the people lying on the ground in blood.

"Oh goodness..." Mikey was the last as he looked between Harvard and Carl in confusion and horror.

"Carl, what is happening?!" Manimani asked agitated.

"Speak later! Mikey, you need to restrain Harvard!" Carl's orders were straight and sure without a hint of doubt.

That, coupled with Harvard's annoyed expression and his steel pipe, were enough to mobilize the three people who just arrived.

"I don't really get what's happening, but I need you to drop that steel pipe leader!" Manimani demanded.

Harvard sighed, and finally dropped the steel pipe.

"Mikey, go get that man lying beside Harvard!" Carl instructed.

Mikey carefully went over to Harvard's side.

As he bended over to grab the man, Harvard's kick swerved upward aiming right on Mikey's stomach.

Fortunately, Mikey managed to dodge at the last second due to his natural fast reaction and body control.

"Harvard...?" Mikey got into his fighting pose as Harvard picks his steel pipe up again.

"Manimani, Zhang! Help Mikey restrain Harvard. Subdue him if necessary," Carl quietly said.

Manimani and Zhang gave a short nod as they ran over to Harvard.

Harvard was now surrounded by his 3 teammates.

"I don't know what's going on, but I don't want any trouble," Zhang said to Harvard.

"Harvard, drop that steel pipe. I'm warning you," said Manimani.

"..." Mikey stayed quiet, his fighting pose maintained.

...

...

...

After some very long seconds, Harvard finally spoke up, "Try me."

Mikey went first, his fist aiming at Harvard's stomach.

Harvard dodged him as his steel pipe swerved to hit Zhang who's coming from behind him.

"Uugh!" Zhang grunted in pain as the steel pipe hit his side.

"Harvard!" Manimani yelled as she tried to kick Harvard.

Harvard dodged again and was about to hit Manimani's side with his steel pipe as Mikey suddenly came from behind Harvard and restrained him.

With his arms locking Harvard's torso, Mikey pulled him back.

Due to Mikey's height, Harvard was currently lifted a few centimeters off the ground.

Manimani rushed over and quickly tore the steel pipe from Harvard's hand.

She also put handcuffs on him to make sure he can't attack anymore.

"It's over, mister!" she said to Harvard as she turned back to check on Zhang just as quick as she came.

Mikey, relieved, let his guard down for a second.

Just then, Harvard tried to kick Mikey back.

"Mikey focus!" Carl yelled.

Mikey immediately let go of Harvard, swiftly pulled up behind him and, with one fell swoop, knocked him out.

The unconscious Harvard immediately fell, but is caught by Mikey.

Relieve washed over Carl as his legs buckled and he fell down himself.

Looks like his body finally gave up.

The last thing he could hear was Manimani screaming his name.

...

...

...

Carl woke up in a hospital room.

"You're awake?" a familiar voice called out from beside him, it was his eldest brother, Alfred.

"Elder brother...?" Carl called out sluggishly.

Alfred gave a nod, "Do you know why you're here?"

Carl tried to think back and remembered Harvard's madness.

"H-Harvard, what happened to him?" Carl asked, worried.

"Don't worry, he was just knocked out by your other teammate. No other external injuries were found, it's almost a miracle," his brother answered.

"How is he now? Will he be punished...?"

"Hm, it seems like his higher-ups will give him some sentences for going off alone and badly injuring a key person in the case," his brother calmly told him, "but, all of the other people he injured confessed that they attacked first, all of them just lost."

"So, it's really self-defense?" Carl asked.

"Yes, it seems so. The only injuries he caused because of his own agenda, were to the man who was the key suspect and leader of the crime organization that used the building as their base of operation and to his teammates, including you," explained his brother.

"But," Alfred continued, "none of the injuries he caused were life-threatening, case in point, the worst injury you got is a cracked left upper arm, and to the man, quite a bit of cracked and broken bones."

"He also caused injuries on your, the man's, and one of your teammate's stomachs, but none of it was life-threatening," Alfred concluded his explanation.

"I see..." Carl said as he quietly digest all of the information.

"Keeping a lion and disguising it as a cat is quite dangerous, sometimes it causes this sort of unexpected trouble, but the benefits it gives to the Police organization are also immense. It could even be said that this sort of trouble is just a small price to pay for all of its given benefits," Alfred continued, "The city has never been this peaceful in years."

Carl listened quietly.

"He didn't want to hurt you nor your other teammate, Carl. Trust me, I already had the chance to spoke to him for a lengthy while," Alfred puts a hand on Carl's shoulder.

"As for the man though, he was quite fortunate that your partner still wants to be on the side of the law, not against it."

"He still has use for it, you mean?" Carl asked with a painful smile.

"I don't have an answer to that, maybe you should ask your partner about it. Although, I doubt that, at this point in time, he knows the answer himself," Alfred pats Carl's head and gives him a soft smile, "Be there for him, why don't you? I know you could never leave him alone."

Carl clenched the blanket tightly.

"Harvard Marks could be the one to greatly alter Broadstone. As Oxfords, we will continue to be watching over him," Alfred said as he began to get up.

"...for the Oxford's sake?" Carl asked, almost bitterly.

His brother gave a smile and said, "A lion who obediently follows his owner, is nothing more than a cat. Harm his owner though..."

Somehow, in Carl's eyes, his brother's smile seemed terrifying.

The day is turning dark as Carl said farewell to his 3 teammates, Manimani, Zhang, and Mikey who came to visit him in his hospital room.

Zhang's injury was pretty light and had already healed fully, maybe Harvard really held back against them after all.

Carl too, aside from his cracked upper arm bones, all of his other injuries were healing rapidly.

"What did the doctor say?" Manimani asked.

"He said that I'm actually able to be discharged already, but my family wanted me to at least stay for another 3 days, jut to be on the safe side," Carl explained.

"Gee, your people sound great!" Manimani said with a smile.

"Yeah, we're a tight-knit family," Carl gave a wry laugh.

They had a pretty nice converstation.

The 3 were visiting after all of the 'Harvard caused' paperworks were done, and stayed for about an hour.

It seemed like Harvard just acted like his usual self back in their office, much to their chagrin.

Harvard didn't tell them anything, or even if he was sorry.

He did, however, bought Zhang lunch today, which was a very rare occurence.

Maybe that's his way of apologizing, Mikey suggested.

Zhang, reluctant at first, soon maximized Harvard's offer and bought lunch enough for the other 2 as well, much to Harvard's chagrin.

Carl laughed at their story, and briefly wondered when he'll be able to talk to Harvard again, and how'll their conversation flow after this incident.

After the 3 left, Harvard immediately visited him.

"I thought they'd never left," Harvard said.

"You were waiting for them to leave? Why?" Carl asked.

Harvard awkwardly scratched his hair and said, "Explanation, I thought I owe YOU at least that much."

Harvard seated himself on the chair beside Carl's bed.

"So yeah, about your injuries..." Harvard started.

"My bad."

Carl waited to hear Harvard's continuation, but it seemed that there was no continuaton.

"Wait, that's it?" Carl asked baffled, "Where's the explanation?"

"Yeah, maybe I changed my mind," Harvard gave a joking smile.

"Don't joke around!" admonished Carl, still he's kind of happy to see Harvard back to his usual self.

"...10 years ago, my mom was killed by Clown," Harvard began.

Yes, Carl knew about that.

"The man I was trying to get info out of? 10 years ago, he was the one giving out hit lists to Clown."

"Huh? But, Clown was a serial murderer, not a hitman," Carl said confused.

"On the cover that is, I have information that suggested Clown actually took requests from big corporations," Harvard said serious.

"W-wait, are we alright with talking about this stuff here?" Carl looked to the surveillance camera on the corner of the room.

"Don't worry, I talked with your brother. This hospital belongs to the Oxford right? He'll be able to do something about it, besides, it's not really super-secret anymore. I heard the higher-ups plan to release this info to the masses soon, since Clown's long dead," Harvard calmly explained.

"A-alright, then please, continue."

"During the course of my investigation into Clown, I met the 'Hart' mother and daughter. The mother told me about her divorced husband being a possible carrier linking Clown to the bigshots."

"Though she said 'possible', her demeanor showed that she was sure of it," Harvard said while thinking back on the mother-daughter duo.

"Next, I researched into her husband's past and current whereabouts, and, lo and behold, turns out now he's the leader of a crime organization right here in Broadstone," Harvard eyed Carl meaningfully.

Carl doesn't need further explanation, he know that the divorced husband was the man from the building.

"So, it was all connected to your mother?" Carl asked after some time thinking.

"Everything, is connected to my mom. Everything I do is for her," Harvard answered, his eyes directly locking into Carl's.

"I admit, I lost control," Harvard remembered the state Carl was in, coughing up blood and crying on the ground. Something inside him hurted, "So, my bad."

Carl's right hand slowly reached up to the top of Harvard's hair, and he gently pat him.

"Next time, Harvard, we'll handle it together," Carl spoke gently.

Harvard made an expression like a sad and guilty kitty, making Carl smile a bit, "There, there."

As the youngest of the Oxford siblings, Carl only had older siblings, so he had always wanted to have a younger sibling.

When he met Harvard and, subsequently, as they got closer, Harvard's existence felt like the younger brother he had never had but always wanted to have.

Sometimes Harvard made him angry, other times he made him happy.

Sometimes Carl couldn't take his eyes from Harvard lest he'll make trouble, and sometimes Carl couldn't help but to depend on Harvard.

Being with Harvard was as frustrating as it was fun.

Carl both adore and admire Harvard, but deep in his heart, there was a sense of uncertainty and fear as well.

Carl knew Harvard so well, he fears himself getting too close to the darkness inside Harvard.

A deep, black, unending darkness.

It could consume Carl whole if it so wishes to.

He briefly wondered, what he means to Harvard.

And, if the time comes when the darkness inside Harvard is unleashed, would their bond endure?

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Author's note: if you read this far, thank you!!

Also, before you ask, "Clown's dead?"

Yes, I headcanon (for this fic) that they're already dead, since at the end of the 'Concept Image Trailer', Harvard said that he wants to meet Clown in DecaSim.

That raises the question: "Why not just meet him in real life?" Unless he CAN'T.