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A sweet apology

A Master Detectives Archive: Raincode Fanstory

SPOILERS WARNING: spoilers for chapter four, chapter five and chief yakou's dlc!

Trigger warning: mentions death, mentions murder, mentions technical cannibalism, mentions kidnapping (or detective-napping?), mentions alcohol use, mentions ghosts, swearwords.

A.N: This is a PLATONIC friendship-fic between Desuhiko Thunderbolt and Vivia Twilight. After the event's of Dr.Huesca's murder, the chiefs death and being kidnapped and separated from Yuma and Kurumi, Desuhiko realizes that he had been kind of a jerk towards Vivia the day before and decides to raid Makoto's pantry and attempt to make amends while Halara and Fubuki keep an eye on Yuma. While they are apart Vivia makes a few interesting discoveries.

Cast and text colors: Desuhiko Thunderbolt, Vivia Twilight, Halara Nightmare & Fubuki Clockford

Honorable mentions: Yakou Furio, Mrs/Kaguya Furio, Makoto Kagustuchi

The last thing Desuhiko remembered before passing out and waking up in this rather fancy looking apartment that he had to assume was that Makoto guy's was coming back to the agency from the most recent murder case and mourning the chief's death. He remembered Halara answering a call from Number One before a terrorist attack took out the WDO headquarters and Number One with it, and thsn some sort of gas pouring out of that little box Makoto gave Yuma. He sat up and rubbed a sore spot on the back of his head where he presumably hit his head on his chair. Looking around the room Desuhiko found that Halara and Fubuki were already awake and...Where were Kurumi, Yuma and Vivia? "Um...Where are the others?" He asked, finally speaking up and blinking away the fuzziness in his eyes. Unlike Fubuki, Halara did not look up from where they were hunched over what looked like a monitor. Fubuki answered sounding very distressed "Yuma and Kurumi are in danger but Vivia is right here-" She was about to gesture to Halara's other side before seeing that the sleepier detective had vanished and started to panic. "-Huh?!? Oh no Halara, Vivia got taken too!" "Calm down." Halara commanded, finally speaking up. "He said something about feeling tired and wandered off to find somewhere to take a nap about ten minutes ago..." they explained, admittedly they were concerned that Vivia had decided to take another nap so soon after waking up from being knocked out but they supposed he was actually running off to use his forte.

"Okay...Wait what kind of danger?!" Desuhiko asked leaping up from the couch he had been unceremoniously dumped on and bolting over to the monitor, nearly crashing into Halara after half-tripping over the coffee table. The screen was split into a five by five grid of several different camera feeds, almost like a security system and Yuma and Kurumi were running around inside what looked like some kind of factory. "They are fine for now, I'll let you know if anything to concerning happens but for the time being I need you to go check on Vivia" Halara replied before shooing him away. "Why? And why can't Fubuki go check on him?" Desuhiko asked a bit annoyed as he crossed his arms. Admittedly he was still pretty pissed at Vivia because of his behavior during Dr.Huesca's murder case regarding the chief..,granted they had gotten a bit close through talking about their pasts and interests when Yuma or one of the others wasn't dragging them into something and he was used to him being stand-off-ish when it came to emotions but being out right cold and unfeeling about the whole thing was not cool. "Because the last thing we need is for all of us to be spread out across the penthouse without telling everyone where were going incase something dangerous happens and because I need her to be over here incase Yuma gets in over his head so she can turn back time and hopefully he makes a better decision" Halara responded not in the mood for his grouchiness before Fubuki chimed in "Thankfully this place has energy drinks" she explained, simultaneously dissuading his concerns about her getting too worn out and eliminating his excuse of giving her a break. Desuhiko groaned dramatically before sulking off to see where Vivia disappeared to.

After a few minutes and growing concerned as to where exactly Vivia was hiding, Desuhiko finally found him sleeping curled up into a ball at the bottom of a closet. He knelt down and was about to wake him up, but he noticed something he never thought he would see. Vivia's cheeks were wet and judging by the unmistakeable streaks of black mascara and purple eyeliner, he had been crying in his sleep. Desuhiko sat beside him, what was left of his anger and annoyance towards the taller detective dissipating and being replaced with guilt, if he was weak to a woman's tears he was weaker still to the tears of a friend. "I guess I probably shouldn't have gone off on you like that or called you coldhearted back there huh..." he muttered at Vivia's sleeping form. He sat there quietly and wondered what had made Vivia of all people start crying, even if it was in his sleep it wasn't normal for him. Could he have seen something heart-shattering while using his forte? Maybe, but he figured that what he had said earlier also had something to do with it. "I dont know what you're seeing right now but I'm going to try to cheer you up when you wake up" he stated sounding determined before getting up, closing the door until its only open a crack and making his way back to Halara and Fubuki.

"I found him, Apparently he decided to take a nap in a closet back that way" Desuhiko explained, gesturing back the way he came. Now it was time to broach the more difficult subject...He never was good at doing that but it had to be done since neither Halara nor Fubuki seem to have noticed, May as well just come right out and say it. "I think I managed to hurt Vivia's feelings...What should I do?" Desuhiko blurted out without really thinking of how to explain himself. "Huh?" Fubuki asked her confusion as to what the jumble of words that flew from his mouth at mach three even meant evident, "What makes you think that?" Halara asked sounding nonchalant as usual. Now that the hard part was out of the way Desuhiko took a deep breath before explaining himself a bit slower. "I think that I accidentally hurt his feelings yesterday when I exploded on him and especially when I called him coldhearted after the chief...died..." he said, wincing a bit "-And I want to apologize and at-least attempt to make him feel better but I don't know where to start." He continued, as hesitant as he was to ask Halara for help considering he would probably go into debt; this didn't feel like something he could just brush off with a simple "Im sorry for earlier". "Am I to assume this is a request?" Halara asked despite the majority of their focus being on the screen. "No I'm not paying you, jeez what happened to questions between friends?! Princess any idea's?" Desuhiko whined in response. "Well...My parents always had our servants make chocolate chip cookies for me when I was upset" Fubuki suggested helpfully. "...I'm not even going to try to unpack all of that right now, but thanks for the idea" Desuhiko replied a little bit baffled by her response before bounding over to what he correctly assumed to be the kitchen and starting to raid the pantry and cabinets. Assuming that he was a normal person; the least Makoto could do was let him use whatever baking supplies he had to attempt to make cookies.

For some reason he was mildly surprised to find a recipe book for cookies as well as everything to make chocolate chip cookies scattered about the kitchen. "What are you getting into?" Halara questioned from where they remained perched at the monitor after hearing cabinet-doors open and shut as well as various containers and bags being jostled around. "Oh you know, matches and cigarettes...I'm making cookies what did you think I was getting into?" Desuhiko asked sarcastically while depositing what he had found onto the countertop nearest to the oven. After dragging the already open recipe book over to where he had set himself up, Desuhiko started going through the cabinets and drawers he hadn't yet gone through to find some measuring spoons; which he found after a few tries. "I mean it's the least that Makoto, presumably; could do after knocking us out and dragging us here." He continued his thoughts aloud as he found the measuring cups and followed the instructions which he found to be specific to the point of being weird, and started to pre-heat the oven first. "Don't burn yourself or set anything on fire, all of the doors are electronically locked and despite their reformation I doubt the peacekeepers would make their way here in a hurry." Halara warned, finally but momentarily looking away from the screen only to give Desuhiko their most intimidating death-glare yet. "Gotcha, gotcha I will not burn myself or set anything on fire" Desuhiko swore holding up his hand in a mock-oath before continuing to preheat the oven to the specified temperature. As he measured everything out and mixed things together his thoughts wandered to what Vivia was seeing while using his forte.

Vivia floated around what looked like an abandoned laboratory in his ghost form. As cheesy as it sounded it was in fact what they had all come to at-least suspect. Everyone besides themselves and Yuma were semi-immortal creatures known as homunculi. It almost reminded him of something out of one of his sci-fi-horror novels. He was originally planning on following Yuma and Kurumi around to keep an eye on them but while Yuma was distracted talking to the imposter from the Amaterasu express and Kurumi had wandered off, Vivia happened to spot a familiar beige raincoat with those all to familiar patterns of fabric paint and other more colorful sew-on patches. He decided to follow the zombified-homunculus that had once been the chief, and the first person who ever gave a single damn about him. He wondered if Yakou was still in there somewhere or if he was more or less a wandering corpse like most of the others. He didn't really care that this Chief Yakou wasn't the original, he was still his Chief. Then Vivia's thoughts wandered to the day before when he could feel his eyes welling up and wanting so badly to let the tears fall but for some reason he couldn't..."Was it what little pride I had left that stopped me in an attempt to stay strong for Yuma and the others? Or was it shame in my knowledge of what had truly happened that made me feel as though I was not allowed to mourn? Or am I truly as numb to death and coldhearted as some of the others believe and I'm fooling myself?" He wondered to himself, "which is it...?" He wasn't sure but seeing Chief Yakou like this and being more aware of all of the pain he had been through especially during his final hour made the tears well back up and this time Vivia was helpless to stop them from falling. Like a sorrowful child, he wrapped his spectral arms around the chiefs stiff shoulders in an attempt to give him the hug he should have given him while they were all in the mystery labyrinth and to his surprise, Yakou spoke. "Vi-...vi-..a...?" He asked in a broken, crackly voice that sounded like he was struggling to speak even that single word, catching the phantom detective off guard. Could Yakou sense his presence somehow? He was kind of tiptoeing the line between the realms of the living and the dead so Vivia supposed it wouldn't be too far out of the realm of possibility. "Yes Chief it's me...I'm here...." Vivia murmured through sniffles and trying to sound reassuring. But could Chief Yakou even hear him or just sense him? He wondered as he floated around him. Vivia was unsure of his feelings but whatever he was feeling only made the tears fall heavier.

He could feel his actual bodies ears perk up slightly. Was someone talking to him? Vivia wondered who would be attempting to talk to him while he was sleeping. As far as he knew Desuhiko was still understandably unconscious considering he had somehow managed to hit both his chair and then the ground head-first when they were knocked out, Halara was busy keeping an eye on Yuma and Kurumi, and Fubuki had most likely forgotten where he disappeared to. It probably didn't matter...if it was anything dangerous they would probably just shake him awake instead, despite his desire to die. Vivia stayed by Yakou's side for a while longer before noticing he was not the only spirit here. There was the ghost of a woman about Yakou's age, with long purple hair watching him with a saddened expression. She actually looked like the woman in the photo that the Chief had on him, perhaps she was the same woman? Vivia glided over to her and asked "Do you happen to know the chief?" With a slight head-tilt. The woman smiled at him softly and nodded, "I do, I'm his wife; Kaguya Furio...and you must be Vivia. I would hear him talking about you and the others to Yuma whenever I went to check on him." She explains. The pair talked for a while as they kept an eye on Yakou, and eventually the topic of Desuhiko calling Vivia out on his lack of visible emotion during the last case and generally chewing him out came up and passed. Evidently Desuhiko's words had stung a bit but it was only really hitting Vivia now so it was amplified.

After a while of trailing after the chief and talking to his wife's spirit, Vivia had a sense that his feelings about the situation were growing clearer and supposed he could understand where Desuhiko was coming from; As far as either of them knew at the time they had all just lost the chief forever and everyone besides him had dropped their facades, even Halara. So thinking about it now Desuhiko's little outburst made sense. "Maybe hearing that the chief is...not completely dead...might help him calm down?...then again it may just rile him up...again...what should i do...?" Vivia wondered aloud before turning to Kaguya to see if she has anything to say. "Well...If you don't say anything about it when you get back to the others, Yuma probably will..." Kaguya states trying to be reassuring. "True...though knowing Desuhiko he would probably suggest trying to break in to get the chief...and judging from what I have seen so far that would not be a smart idea...hopefully he has cooled down enough to take the danger into consideration..." Vivia voiced his concerns but ultimately decided that he would tell the others, He believed that the chief retained just barely enough of his mental faculties to recognize his fellow detectives and refrain from attacking them if they hypothetically were to come looking for him, it was the other zombified homunculi that he as concerned about. "My forte will reach its limit soon...I should head back...So long Chief...please take care of him miss Kaguya..." Vivia explained before turning to leave.

To nobodies surprise, by the time he was done mixing the ingredients and had gotten the dough on the baking pan; Desuhiko had somehow gotten the upper half of the front of his hoodie and the lower half of his face covered in flour and had several small globs of dough and a couple of chocolate chips stuck to his face. "Hey princess can I borrow you for a sec?" He asked around the baking-spatula he had used to scrape the majority of the dough from the sides of the bowl, which was currently crammed into one side of his mouth. After getting a nod from Halara, Fubuki quickly darted over being careful not to trip. "Yes Desuhiko? What's the matter, did you get attacked by some kind of flour monster?" Fubuki gasped looking at his current appearance curiously and slightly alarmed "What? No, I just wanted to get a second opinion on the cookie dough" Desuhiko explained, trying not to harp on her, he was the one who had accidentally dusted himself with the flour by stirring too hard after all and considering all of the weird shit master detectives see on the job especially on this one he's not to certain how far out of the realm of possibility fubuki's weird thoughts might be. Desuhiko handed her the whisk which was resting in the bowl. "Won't eating the dough make us sick with...what was it again? Something about salmon?" Fubuki asked at first concerned but then confused. "Salmonella? No, unless those eggs were brought here straight from the hen that laid them which is already unlikely enough as it is; that is actually extremely unlikely." Halara chimed in before deciding to take a quick break while Yuma was in an area that looked to be just outside of Kanai ward judging by the lack of cloud cover. "Third opinion works too" Desuhiko shrugged as Fubuki eagerly took the whisk from his hand while Halara snagged the bowl which still had some bits of dough in it before returning to the monitor.

"Oh these are very good though i do still think they would be better baked" Fubuki chirped happily narrowly avoiding getting her lip piercing caught in the whisk multiple times. "Not the best but they aren't horrible..." Halara added from where they were once again perched in-front of the monitor they were watching Yuma on. "So they don't taste like Yuma decided to help?" Desuhiko asked jokingly, he had to rag on his man just a little bit because c'mon who messes up cooking fried rice of all things so badly that Chief Yakou who was not only the resident food lover but was also almost always hungry, wouldn't eat it? "Why would it when Yuma isn't here?" Fubuki asked looking at him with a very confused expression, probably having forgotten that contrary to his profile; Yuma sucked at cooking. "Decidedly...Fubuki come back over here please, Yuma looks like he is heading back into the factory..." Halara responds before waving Fubuki over, who rejoins them at the monitor. With that Desuhiko slides the baking pan into the oven, being careful to not accidentally burn himself and set the timer. The last thing he needs is to injure himself while in a situation where he may need to disguise himself and the others. But what to do now? The cookies were baking and there was no use watching them, Halara and Fubuki were hogging the space in-front of the monitor and Vivia was asleep and doing who knows what as usual. After a moment Desuhiko wandered over to where he spotted his bag, opened it and began digging through it in an attempt to find something to entertain himself with. "My "totally normal" and "not at all dirty" magazines perhaps? Nope! Nope, Definitely not! I do NOT want the others to know I had those on me at all times and i do not need to give myself an accidental nosebleed. Again..." Desuhiko mentally scolded himself for not just leaving those magazines back at his hotel room as he shoved them further into the back of his backpack and continued looking through his backpack. "My notebook maybe? Nah I don't really have any ideas to write down or draw out at the moment and I don't really feel like hopping into my bag just to find the pen i accidentally left in my other pants." He sighed and reached for his guitar, pulled it out of his backpack, grabbed the pick from its internal pocket and sat on the floor beside his bag. He strummed a few practice notes before deciding to practice his playing with the song "Sincerely Me" from that one musical that he had seen a while back.

After strumming out a couple of songs, getting bored since he didn't really have an audience, stealing a couple of pastries that looked like they were from that cafe in ginma district to snack on, and checking the oven at-least ten times; Desuhiko FINALLY heard the timer on the oven ding and darted over to the oven and nearly burned himself when he went to grab the pan of cookies without an oven-mitt on but thankfully remembered when Fubuki turned around and asked if he was forgetting something. It took him a moment to realize that she probably just used her forte to make sure he didn't accidentally hurt himself. "Thanks for the save Princess" he calls over to her after removing the pan of cookies from the oven and setting them on the stove. "You're welcome Desuhiko, don't forget to let them cool" Fubuki chirps cheerfully as a bewildered look crosses Desuhiko's face. Did he really mess up that badly last time? Or did he mess up and then either she or Halara messed up? He shook those thoughts from his mind, those screw-ups were in the past...kinda, but either way they weren't important and asking Fubuki to explain any further would either be like listening to a toddler describe a bad dream or like listening to a horror story being told in a voice that would better fit talking about something normal. After about two minutes and deciding he can't wait any longer, Desuhiko digs through a couple drawers, finds a spatula and moves the cookies onto a random, clean plate that he found in one of the cabinets. A couple broke during the transfer but he figured he could save the ones that broke for himself, Fubuki and Halara. Mostly himself though since he did the majority of the work. Desuhiko hummed as he thought, He may as well do a second taste test just to double check. Unsurprisingly the cookies, while not as hot as they were; were still fairly hot, but damn they were good. "How are they?" Halara asked after hearing him muttering swears while picking up the broken cookie pieces. "My fingers are burning but I don't care" Desuhiko replied rather pleased with himself and the fact that he had not accidentally burned anything. He then heard a set of familiar quiet but shuffling footsteps coming from the hallway.

Vivia re-entered his body just in-time before his forte reached its limit and blinked awake. He laid there allowing himself to wake up a little and make his final decision to tell them about the chief's situation after Yuma is safe. He quietly clambers out of the closet, yawns and stretches himself out a little and having taken a nap in a more cramped space than usual he hears his joints and back snap and pop. He then takes notice of the rather sweet scent wafting down the hall from the kitchen area. "How strange..." he muttered to himself before deciding to investigate curious as to what was made and who made it. Vivia shuffled down the hall trying to get his legs to "wake up" and stop feeling like they were made of TV static. "Oops, busted" he heard Desuhiko say followed by that familiar, playfully mischievous laugh that he had heard to many times when the disguise detective decided to use his forte to play a prank on himself or the others and got caught in the act. "Hm?" He hummed curiously before spotting the plate of cookies and the small stack of cookie pieces that remained on a baking tray. "Did you...make these?" Vivia asked looking at Desuhiko with a fairly confused expression. "I..erm..shit..ah..I wanted to apologize for being a huge jerk yesterday...so I made these for you.." he heard Desuhiko struggling as he tried to explain himself, unable to meet Vivia's curious gaze and quickly holding out a cookie for him to grab. Vivia blinked slowly before carefully taking the treat that had been more or less nearly shoved in his face and taking a bite. He all to quickly remembered that he had not eaten since breakfast the day before and practically inhaled the pastry. "Thank you..." he murmured awkwardly as he grabbed a few more from the plate as a peculiar note on the counter caught his eye. "You welcome, just try to actually taste the next one will ya" he heard Desuhiko huff as he grabbed the broken cookies from the pan and went to plop back down on the couch. Vivia nodded, took a large bite of another cookie, swallowed and announced that a note was left for them and he continued to read the note aloud decided to take the plate of cookies with him as he walked:

"To the detectives of the Nocturnal Detective Agency-

I apologize for the rude surprise, However this particular situation is one that Yuma has to take care of without your assistance or at least without the assistance of your forte's but do not worry I have set up a monitor displaying the live security camera feed of the restricted area where Yuma and Kurumi currently are. I do not intend to harm him, Kurumi or any of you, however I am armed incase I need to defend myself. That said my penthouse is yours to use for the time being, I suggest taking a dip in the jacuzzi as some of you may be sore due to rough, unexpected landings and the trip up here, you needed to be stacked on top of each-other so everyone would fit in the elevator. You have most likely already figured this out but the doors and windows are locked so please refrain from anything involving matches, lighters, cigarettes and generally open flames. - Makoto Kagusuchi" Vivia flopped onto the couch beside Desuhiko as he finished reading and set the note down on the side-table beside them. He couldn't see anywhere that would be more comfortable for him to tuck himself away out here and he felt to lazy to wander back to the closet so he stayed flopped across the couch, stealing most of it.

Vivia was about to reach into his coat and start reading one of the handful of books he kept stowed away in his internal pockets when he noticed Desuhiko staring at him incredulously. "Hm?" He hummed toward the disguise detective curious as to why he was being stared at. "I'm just now realizing that this is the first time any of us have actually seen you use a couch or sit on anything besides the floor in general." He listened as Desuhiko explained himself, understanding that this was probably a little weird for all of them considering he usually tucked himself away either under the piano at the hotel or his preferred spot the fireplace back at the agency. Even when they were riding in those rafts for at least an hour during the marunomon bank heist case Vivia was perched on the floor. "I didn't see anywhere more comfortable to place myself and I dont feel like going back in the closet...I'm sorry if this is unusual...". Vivia glanced away to find that while he and Desuhiko were distracted; Fubuki had gotten up from where she was sitting beside Halara and was looking through Desuhiko's bag for something. Moments later, Vivia watched as Desuhiko's gaze followed his own and the sight caused the shorter boy to cry out in alarm "Hey! What are you doing in my bag?!" Before leaping to his feet and dart over nearly tripping over Vivia's long legs. After which Vivia decided to bury himself in one of his books and only caught snippets of the following conversation. "Oh I was hoping you had a swim suit I could borrow Desuhiko" "I might but why?" "The note mentioned a jacuzzi, thats one of those cute little pools right?" "Technically...Wait dont tell me you were actually going to trust the guy who dragged us here to not try something!" "But you trusted the food he had lying around so-?" "Okay fair bu-" Vivia did not catch the rest as he found himself dosing off again.

When Vivia next woke up there was a bright light shining directly into his eyes, a loud siren blaring outside, what sounded like a comedy movie as well as a lot of splashing and laughing from one side of the room and Halara was shouting about something on the other. He covered his eyes and blinked them a few times before realizing that the blindingly bright light had been the light of the sun released from behind the heavy blanket of storm clouds that Kanai ward was notorious for. Looking at his surroundings Vivia quickly deciphered what been going on during his impromptu nap; Halara being the most responsible out of all of them had unsurprisingly remained glued to their spot by the monitor and was grumbling about someone being an idiot and pressing a big red button that "clearly should have been left alone", while Fubuki and Desuhiko had apparently found a wine cabinet or something similar and had decided to get drunk in the jacuzzi. At least Desuhiko was tipsy, Fubuki on the other hand seemed to be handling the alcohol well and was mostly sober. To him it sounded like they were playing a game of sorts with the movie they were watching where if one of them laughed at the movie they would get splashed. Since Halara seemed like they were too stressed to want anyone near them right now and Vivia wanted to get out of the sun, he decided to join Desuhiko and Fubuki in the jacuzzi. He was caught off guard when Desuhiko spotted him walking over and tossed him a pair of black and purple swim-trunks that he had already pulled out of the bag just in case with a drunken smile and cackled out "There ya go Viv-! Go change and come join us!". Vivia nodded before stalking off to find a bathroom to change in after which he heard Desuhiko boldly call out to Halara "hey Halara how about you stop stressin' over somethin' you cant do anything about and come relax for a bit". He soon returned, joined Desuhiko, Fubuki and surprisingly Halara in the jacuzzi and decided to let himself relax. In listening to Halara muttering into their drink he found out that they had decided to join the fun because the last thing they needed was to give themselves an aneurysm and they had changed into a single-piece swimsuit in the apartments bedroom. The movie that Desuhiko had found buried somewhere in his bag was a comedy movie that was more or less watching what its like to play dungeons and dragons from the perspective of the player-characters and was something they could all enjoy, they were at a part about the main group of characters confronting a small castles worth of french knights who were rather creative in their insults. This would be where both Makoto and Yuma would find all of them drunkenly giggling at the movie and cracking jokes while completely soaked and their makeup smeared before Yuma coursed them back into their normal clothes and dragged them back to the hotel mentioning something about Makoto having work to do.

After the whole ordeal with Yuma and Makoto, and all of what was really going on being revealed to all of Kanai ward, it was time for the detectives to pack up and head home. Desuhiko yawned as he opened the door and entered the Nocturnal detective agency for the last time this trip. He figured that since he didn't find Vivia sleeping under the Piano like usual that morning; the phantom detective had decided to stay the night in the agency for the last night there. Desuhiko walked down the stairs being careful not to stumble and found Vivia exactly where he had expected him; back to being curled up in the fireplace, his suitcase wide open and having only one stack of books half as tall as the suitcase itself, a handful of various travel-size toiletries and literally nothing else. Vivia had evidently gotten cold at some point and stole the blanket off the chiefs bed causing Desuhiko to shake his head as a sad smile crossed his face. "Geez did he even finish packing?" He wondered aloud keeping his voice hushed as he glanced around the room, surprised that he found or rather didn't find anything else that looked like it belonged to Vivia and considering that as far as any of them were aware he opted out of getting a room at the hotel and was technically supposed to be sharing a room with Fubuki since she was the only one who could both afford to and would be willing to pay for a room with two beds; Desuhiko shrugged and guessed that he had finished packing before sitting on the floor beside the fireplace setting his bag opposite him. He knew that Halara and Fubuki would join them once they woke up but didn't feel like waiting for them to wake up to head to the agency, he hadn't actually even had breakfast yet and just grabbed some for himself and Vivia. He sighed as he folded his arms behind his head and waited for Vivia to wake up. It had only been a short while and this water-logged city was already on its way to making a ton of big changes, Desuhiko could just kind of sense it and it felt kind of bitter-sweet. The city was finally improving but most of the people who wanted to see it improve the most had died just before the start, the citizens of Kanai Ward wouldn't need a big shot like him around much longer as a detective or otherwise because they would grow to have their own and finally the big secret about the whole place was out to everyone who needed to know it. He sighed as his thoughts drifted to his main man Yuma, He had noticed when he first entered the sub but now that he thought about it he wasn't surprised that Yuma had already left; this whole trip had been a wild ride of mind fuckery for all of them but especially for him however he knows that Yuma is stronger and more stubborn than he realizes...it doesn't stop him from worrying about him though. "Eh he's a tough kid he'll be fine, shit he was Number One before all of this after all" Desuhiko mutters to himself with a shrug.

After a couple minutes of waiting Desuhiko finally acknowledges his quietly growling stomach with an annoyed grumble and digs the breakfast he had grabbed for himself out of his bag. He ate quietly while debating whether or not he should wake Vivia up or let him keep sleeping. He hummed softly before taking a sip from a vending machine boba-tea he had gotten himself when he heard Vivia speak up from just behind him. "Oh you're here already..." Vivia observed, startling Desuhiko and nearly making him snort boba tea out of his nose "Geez!" Desuhiko exclaimed coughing a little until he regained his breath before continuing "yeah I am...I didn't see you under the piano like usual after I woke up so I figured I'd bring you breakfast" he explained as he pulled what he had snagged for Vivia out of his bag and held it out to him. Desuhiko and Vivia stared at each-other for a bit before, much to Desuhiko's relief; Vivia takes what he had brought for him and starts eating. He would be lying to himself if he denied that he was worried about Vivia and had inadvertently taken over the chiefs position of making sure he had eaten and had something to drink at least once a day and was generally taking care of himself, despite definitely being more pushy about it. Desuhiko had even managed to convince Fubuki and Halara to help him help Vivia, and surprisingly Halara was treating this as a favor between friends. But now the chief was on his mind which brought forth a question, one that had been gnawing at his mind for a bit; "Hey Vivia when you were using your forte while we were stuck in Kanai tower, Did you happen to see the chief?" Desuhiko asked before taking another drink of his tea. He waited while Vivia worked out how to respond and after a moment he answered, "I did...He had more control of himself than most of those in the restricted area...and he was in one of the safer areas of the restricted area when I checked...however it is still to dangerous for anyone who is not properly prepared due to anyone else who may be wandering around...". Desuhiko sighed mildly annoyed "I figured as much but I still got my hopes up...D'you think he'll be alright? We all saw that the zombified homunculi with less control of themselves dont seem to care who they're eating as long as they're eating...".

Vivia thought about Desuhiko's question, on one hand he knew that the chief had his wife looking out for him but on the other the chief did have a tendency to accidentally get himself into trouble much like the rest of them. "I think so...as danger prone as he may be...He has someone special to him looking out for him from the other side..." he finally answers. "Who? Is it the lady from the picture?" He heard Desuhiko guess before taking a bite of a pastry he had gotten himself. Vivia chuckled softly "First try...your powers of deduction are getting better" he jokingly teased. Vivia sighed softly as he thought, should he bring up the medicine that miss Kaguya had so emphatically talked with him about before he explained that he was not able to interact with the physical world while using his forte? He could not use the riddles he was so used to speaking in with Desuhiko, he had to be fairly blunt and plain-spoken with his words. Vivia sighed again before deciding to bring it up, "His wife did mention something rather interesting...She mentioned a medicine she was working on before her assassination...She worked in regenerative medicine and was working on a project that would help heal and regenerate damaged and dead braincells...theoretically it could fix zombified braincells...and if I remember correctly she mentioned something about there being a prototype in her lab within the restricted area...". Desuhiko was giving him that look again...that look of shock and confusion that usually comes after saying or doing something absurd before the disguise detective squeaked out an exasperated response, "Why didn't you mention it sooner?!?". "I wanted to be sure that Makoto would actually go through with his promise to make Kanai ward a better place before trusting him with this information..." Vivia explained his fairly sound reasoning, considering Makoto's part in everything that happened. Vivia had his eyes shut in a slow blink as he lazily attempted to blink away the sleep in his eyes, but he heard Desuhiko's defeated sigh. He had a fair point and Desuhiko knew it, he decided to continue. "-And I knew if I mentioned it sooner, You and Yuma would talk yourselves into ""jail-breaking"" him before taking your safety into consideration...and then Halara would insist on going with to keep you both safe, Fubuki would get taken along just incase...and because you are all dear friends of mine I would end up going along as well..." Vivia explained before shifting around in a small stretch before making a suggestion "If I recall correctly Makoto mentioned something about seeing us off, I'll mention it to him then..." he stated before opening and taking a long sip from the vending machine coffee that Desuhiko had grabbed for him.

The pair fell into semi-comfortable silence while they ate and it wasn't too long before they heard the hatch open and heard Halara and Fubuki coming down the stairs. They all knew Kurumi wanted to see them off and it was decided that they would wait for her to say her goodbyes before heading home, besides it would give them more time to make sure that everything was packed and gave them time to (semi-begrudgingly in halara's case) exchange outside of work contact information so they could keep in touch as friends. They soon said their goodbyes, Vivia held true to his promise and they all departed Kanai ward for their respective homes and next mysteries.

[chiefyakousdilftits]

Me, checking back to see my views and kudos on Velveteen Rabbit, only to see that I have more views and kudos ;

[renavi0]

Happy Holidays, everyone!

Together with @draconicsparkle , we decided to prepare a surprise for everyone for this day: a Christmas viviakou fic!

It was a really amazing collab that I enjoyed a lot! And we're also really happy to finally show it to you all!

I also want to show the drawings I made as part of the collab

[moldsporr]

Woahg

@neondownpourzine

[toberjade]

Does anybody else have a teacher who wants to know about their fanfic?? Anyone else...?

Uh...

Yeah this is why my history teacher is my favorite.

(Referring to my ongoing Makoyuma fanfic)

[rindragon-from-twewy]

Uh oh! Someone left me alone with my thoughts again! I don't see many people talking too deeply about pre-game stuff beyond "Number One was a terrible person" so I'm here to throw my own poorly explained hot take in to the ring-

I'm not really built for theory crafting and tend to miss or forget obvious details so consider this... an AU proposal more then anything. (Tbh I mostly just wanted to draw smol Yuma lmao-)

Spoiler warning ofc and enjoy this horrifically long and poorly explained ramble-

So... I don't really know much about the general fandom age headcannons on characters. I won't be going in to specifics right now about what I think all the character ages are cuz this isn't about that but for context, I pin Yuma around 15-16, on the early 18 side if you really wanna push it. Mainly cuz... it'd be kinda weird for Kurumi (a school student) to be one of his main love interests otherwise- For the sake of argument, I'll say 18.

So anyways-

Makoto's like... what? 3 or 4 years old? Forgive me for not re-watching chapter 5 just to get my timeline correct here but that's roughly right. Meaning that Number One would've been about 13 or 14 when he agreed to participate in the experiments at most. And sure, he's the smartest person in the world but anyone can be susceptible to lies or manipulations, especially someone that young.

But then of course we don't know how long Yuma had the Number One title for. Surely it would've had to have been at least a little while- I doubt the unified government would go after the blood of the newly appointed "smartest detective in the world" the second he got in to office. So who's to say exactly how much this literal child had been manipulated beforehand?

I'm imagining a sort of... Nagisa plus Kirigiri scenario (the danganronpa characters lol-) where they'd been set on a very specific academic path nearly their whole lives. Sure, Yuma probably had been born a genius and his strong moral code was most likely all his own but... no matter what way you spin it, there must have been some negligence to allow someone so young to become so cut off from the rest of society. It could've been intentional, it could've been accidental. Either way, why is someone like Yuma, who is obviously younger then most of his peers, who could easily pass as a trainee detective simply because of how smol he is, make it all the way to the top on his sheer intelligence alone?

This rambling's getting incoherent, sorry, it's late and I'm tired-

Makoto's pretty manipulative, sure, but he only got to the CEO position cuz of all the blackmail he had- Man had zero control over the city to the point he had to let outsiders get smuggled in just to help him fix it. Makoto (and by extension Number One) is book smart. Not street smart. They can build the rain machine, they can run multiple government conspiracies, etc etc. But if Number One was a kid at the time, it would've been pretty difficult for them to manipulate, mansplain, malewife his way in to office imo. A kid can't manipulate a dozens of adults in to being the leader of the whole WDO, no matter how naturally gifted they are. I mean it's no secret that the unified government and by extension the WDO are just as shady as Amaterasu so why wouldn't they take advantage of a young and impressionable kid when the opportunity arises?

We don't really know how Number One truly felt about anything. We know how Makoto views it, we know what Yuma thinks about it but we don't know if Number One really understood what the repercussions of the experiments could've been.

So let me just... break down what I'd interpret a vague timeline of events to be (in this hypothetical... Uh... AU I guess?)

- Yuma gets in to the WDO somehow. Very young, very impressionable. He may be really good at solving crimes but like any kid, he doesn't know anything that he isn't taught about. Being surrounded by mysteries and crimes, all while constantly being praised by adults as being "just soooo smart!" Is probably what taught him that he didn't need other people and so never learnt (or potentially was never even allowed to) make friends.

- Growing up surrounded by a combination of Yes-Men and people who let the obvious child labour/ exploitation slide because "This little genius is such a special case, we gotta let it slide this once!" Made it so he reached to the level of Number One far faster then anyone would expect. And that then came along with abandoning his old name and identity, isolating himself completely for his own protection. (I like to think he may not even remember his original name because he was so young at the time (for extra angst ^vO))

- And so a completely isolated pre-teen, who's entire life up until this point has entirely consisted of gory murder scenes and tragic crimes he was personally responsible for solving, was approached by the unified government. Who knows exactly how much detail they went in to with explaining their plan? Maybe they said that it probably wouldn't even work out, given all the past failures. Maybe they came begging for his help, like many people seeking justice would have done before them. Maybe they simply told him it was for the sake of peace? Maybe he was in his angsty emo phase and thought having a clone would be cool, who really knows? A pre-teen is a pree-teen, they all do dumb things- either way, he agreed.

- And so things played out like they said in the game, Makoto was created, escaped, saved the citizens of Kanai Ward via isolating them. He keeps them fed the only way he knows how - through the WDO; the only organisation he's ever been able to rely on (and thanks to his authority level, of course). Yuma starts getting suspicious while also simultaneously maturing enough to realise just how wrong everything about his life is, gets his new identity, makes the contract with Shinigami and heads off to start fixing his problems.

Additional Thoughts:

It's like that thing in the original beauty and the beast movie where everyone suddenly realised that the witch probably cursed a 9 year old for not letting a creepy stranger in to his home-

Maybe that's why he stuck with the name Yuma after everything. Cuz he didn't remember his original name to fall back on. He could've been Number One for as long as he could remember for all we know!

Maybe he was so busy trying to run the whole WDO that he didn't even pay much mind to the experiments? Could've just agreed to shut them up without knowing what he was getting in to. Makoto really drove it in to the mud how horrible of a person Number One was but how can we be sure that's an objective fact and not completely opinion driven?

I'm like actually really curious what other's perspectives on this could be. Again, I don't know much about the rain code fandom's age headcannons but it's pretty obvious to me at least that Yuma's on the younger end of the cast- (And by extension, Makoto too-)

Maybe I'll fact check myself when I have the time- either way, it's an interesting AU idea at the very least. I'll probably delete the writing portion of this post if it turns out I'm horrendously wrong-

Its probably gunna turn out that Yuma's in his mid 30s or 40s and suffers from baby face syndrome or something cringe fail like that lmfao-

So. Yeah. That's all just a theory (minus most of the fact checking) A GAME THEORY- Thanks for reading! :D

[jacksmysterylabyrinth]

Something I felt while ruminating about Yuma has me really... kind of

...jesus...

*endgame spoilers*

He’s paranoid. As. Fuck. And being mentally cornered like that, is the major driving force behind opening up the Book of Death in the first place.

He had to force himself to undo all the life experiences up until he became Number One - how many years that was, who the fuck knows - but you already get an idea that Yuma is nothing if not stressed, all the damn time, so whatever it was that led him up to that title probably wasn’t a cakewalk either. Stress upon stress upon stress, and worse, with no one to truly put confidence in back then.

It meant that he also couldn’t trust himself to do what was necessary without turning to extreme, drastic means. Hell, Chapter 3 is enough to show that the Master Detectives can accomplish awesome things without the need for that book, just as long as everyone was on the same page and using their power. What’s more, there’s a very good chance that if Yuma had boarded that train with Number One’s memories intact, that he could have faked being drowsy in order to corner ‘Zilch’ and stop the massacre from ever happening. It’s still a tremendous risk, but hardly as risky as going in experience and memory-less. He could still use the cook’s identity without compromising his own, and yet?

This is what Vivia meant when he said that ‘it was already up to his neck’. Yuma had been ruined, in his heart and head. He still wanted to do right through that, but he was so blinded by his fears - whether of outing himself, endangering people he might get close to, betrayal, whatever - that he sought the help of a death god to guide him without his troubled memories. Because a contract with a supernatural being is likely to be more trustworthy than a fallible human.

What’s more, is this is such a human reaction to feeling cornered. Have you ever wanted to throw away your memories and start from scratch, only this time with someone who knows you by your side, to guide you through your fresh idealistic self to the place you want to be, rather than a jaded husk of a person who’s completely lost when reaching out to others? Redo your brain chemistry?

I feel like if I had that chance, I’d probably have taken it, too.

[icyonice]

Sooooo I made a fic based off @en-chi-la-da Clockmare fanart

Also based off the song Boop from RWBY

[awkwardgtace]

Vivia Twilight Looms

ok so that fanfiction... Here it is. Maybe I got the boy wrong, maybe not. This entered my brain the first time he actually started standing. Man just looms cause he's so damn tall I love him.

You're a borrower living in Vivia's home, a normal trip gets a bit less normal.

Vivia Twilight Looms

You had picked the safest place in the world to live. The human man who owned the place barely moved. Most of the time he was asleep and when he was awake he sat around reading. The only times you had to worry were when other people came to see him. Usually it was a number of hard to understand topics brought up. Something about master detectives and cases, whatever those were. When others showed up you hid. Just like today.

“I wanna die someday,” the man, you’d heard others call him Vivia, sighed. He said that a lot, you didn’t quite understand. That didn’t matter though.

You poked out from behind one of his stacks of books. The place was covered in them. He was lying on the couch focused on a book. You waited until his eyes drifted closed. It was the best time. The visitors left and you were hungry.

A few minutes just to be extra sure. Then, you ran. Quick jumps across the piles of books to reach the counter. The Vivia human would leave these piles untouched all the time. Actually that wasn’t true. The other humans who visited would move them around and Vivia would put them back. As if he wanted the piles to stay…

You smiled as you landed on the solid counter. There were a lot of strange memories around these books. When you first arrived the piles weren’t quite so neat. At times even your miniscule weight nearly knocked them over. Only a few days of your stay here had changed that. Almost like he’d changed it for you. You shook your head that wasn’t likely.

As you casually walked across the kitchen counter your mind wandered. One of the visiting humans had been talking to Vivia for a while. Something about a spy, whatever that was. All the things humans talked about were weird. You shrugged your shoulders, pausing in your stroll to look around. It was almost impossible to believe your wide eyes once you found some food.

Sitting in the open, crumbled enough you could fill your bag without being noticed, was a muffin. The scent was fresh and cinnamony. It even looked like steam rose from it. You couldn’t remember the last time you got to eat something warm. It was too good to be true. Vivia didn’t seem to care much about what he ate, even less if it was warm. That didn’t stop you from stumbling towards the warm enticing food. Long before it was close enough to reach you started to struggle taking steps. You looked down slowly, tears springing to your eyes as you found the problem.

Beneath your feet was some strange substance. A kind of blue you’d never seen before. Looking over your shoulder you found a long line of your footprints along the substance. You tried to pull free, but your feet sunk in as you looked around. It was up to your ankles now and you couldn’t escape. Vivia hadn’t been in the kitchen, he hadn’t moved all day, you were checking on him earlier when the others… You weren’t watching the other humans who had come to visit him…

As if things had to get worse, you heard one of Vivia’s loud sighs. That meant he was awake. He didn’t get up often, there was a chance you could get out of this.

“How troublesome,” he sighed. You started to shake as you stared over the tiny wall that had been hiding the couch. Vivia was standing, taller than most of the other humans you had seen around him. Every second filled your soul with dread. “I don’t have a choice it seems.”

Your heart pounded in your ears as the dark figure started to walk. It felt like he was so far away when you were moving around. Now he felt too close, each heavy step reached you. When you imagined his steps you thought they’d be slow and somehow soft. It wasn’t the reality. He was standing over you too quickly. As if that wasn’t bad enough he loomed. Bringing his face so close you could touch his skin.

“What are you?” he slowly asked. He always spoke slowly. You couldn’t think. This human was too big, too focused. Purple eyes staring at you, studying you. A sigh that would have knocked you down if you weren’t stuck to some weird surface. “I suppose it doesn’t matter…”

You screamed as he moved. That had him stare at you, looming over you. Eyes stuck to your small form. The fear started to win. You fought, trying desperately to free your feet. If you could run you might make progress. At least have a chance to pretend you could survive. The sigh from the towering human only made the situation worse. 

“Do you have to be so loud…” he said as he rubbed the back of his head.

The truth of your situation sunk in as his other hand came close. Long fingers wrapped around you. The strange substance pulled at your feet as he lifted you. The muscles beneath the skin tensed, the grip tightened, and the ground disappeared. Vivia lifted you right up to his eyes. It didn’t seem possible, but he continued to loom even when he held you. As if he existed just to loom over everyone. The way he stared at you didn’t help.

For the first time since you’d found this place, his eyes were fierce. A promise of action behind them. This human should be safe. He slept all the time. Barely moving. The books left all over, but precisely placed in stacks made it easy to hide. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“No… they are wrong.” In his hand, Vivia’s words rattled your bones. They were soft, but the bass of his voice couldn’t be hidden. You started to shake. After all this time you would die. You didn’t even understand how he’d seen you. What made him check now of all times!? “You aren’t a spy…”

Words bubbled in your throat, but time worked against you. Vivia moved, the air from his speed left you choking. You watched from the sky as he… removed the evidence you left behind? Footsteps in the strange sticky substance were all too easily smoothed away. He wiped down the counter all around it too. If you left any sign of your existence it was gone now. All cleaned up by the giant human holding you in a tight fist. He ended it with another one of his sighs.

Until now you thought the worst thing that could happen already did. A human had you in hand. Then Vivia started to walk. Your stomach fell to the floor as he carried you through the air. The muscles under his skin tensing and relaxing with each step. Keen eyes staring at you, watching you, with each move.

“Is this a new forte perhaps?” he asked. Tears fell from your eyes, landing on his pale skin. The fingers holding you almost seemed to twitch. Another heavy sigh. Why did he have to keep sighing!? “No, I suppose not. You would have changed back by now…”

You chanced meeting Vivia’s eyes and looked up. He looked away, towards the entrance to the home. A new fear filled your body. He could show you off. The few people who came to visit a lot of the time were much more frightening than Vivia. They would talk about things, reports, news, fame. A flood of tears left you as he started to walk again.

You fought your own will to try and speak. To try and scream, plead, beg. Anything to feel like you haven’t lost all chance to live. A yelp escaped as he fell onto the couch, the one he had used constantly. He shifted to lie on his side before moving you again. Before holding you in front of those stern purple eyes, lazy and uninterested looked better on him. 

“Stay quiet…” he insisted. More tears fell. It was already impossible to fight back. You were too confident, too foolish. Others told you this place would be bad. You should have listened.

Vivia sighed again. The fear you felt was slowly being replaced by anger. He acted as if you were the problem. All you did was to survive and somehow you disturbed him. A few crumbs from the warm food wouldn’t be missed. Courage built in you, but Vivia managed to squash it quickly. All by moving you again.

He slipped you under one of the weird bandage-like wraps he wore instead of clothes. Pressed directly over his chest… over his heart. He didn’t lay on this side usually. The thumping felt calming, almost reassuring as he sighed again. From where he kept you his coat had you hidden. At the same time you could just barely see over it, see the book. The one that he’d been reading earlier.

Despite your fear you grew curious. You stretched to try and see the words. All you could make out was incident… You’d never heard that word before. As if responding to your stretching, Vivia tilted the book up. It was a bit easier to read, but the words were hard to understand. By the time a page turned you’d barely read a sentence. It had become somehow… somehow relaxing.

The sound of the door opening reminded you to be afraid. You curled up beneath the wrap. Against Vivia’s skin. His warmth at least left you feeling better than the walls usually did. He sighed again, but it sounded kind of forced. There were rushed steps that ended in two people groaning. You recognized their voices. They visited Vivia a lot, one of them talked about being famous most of the time. You started shaking again. These two would show you to the whole world.

“Vivia! Did you keep watch?! It said something had been here!” the loud one with blond hair shouted. “Did you keep watch with your forte?”

“I did,” he sighed. “Nothing happened. I didn’t see anything…”

“No way!”

“Come on Desuhiko, Vivia wouldn’t let something bad happen. He didn’t see anything. Maybe we should just report that it’s not true,” the nervous and sensible one answered. You never came out when he was around, something made you think he knew too much. You poked your head out, the purple haired one was standing over Vivia. His eyes were staring right where you were. Vivia shifted slightly, lifting his book up more and hiding you from sight. “Let’s go report back that it was nothing.”

“All right, fine rookie. You’re really positive nothing was here Vivia?”

“Not a thing…” Vivia’s sigh nearly reached you. The scent of his breath did, oddly enough it reminded you of evenings. “I wanna die someday…”

“A-alright. We’ll go report things.”

Silence surrounded you both as the other humans left. You curled up again, he hid you. If he hid you then he was going to keep you. If he kept you, he’d probably get tired of you. You’d be a pet until he lost interest. From how he acted it seemed like it would be fast. A week or two maybe. Then you’d die forgotten and alone. You had to-

A scream escaped you as his fingers found you, wrapping tightly around your small body. The man was moving again, standing. He sighed, but still pulled you into the open air. It made you shiver, a human body gave off so much heat. Heat you almost never got to feel. You forced yourself to look up at him, he watched you with one eye closed. The purple mesmerized you. The stern look had morphed to curiosity. Curiosity could be worse. The entire time he walked you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him.

The hand holding you moved again, finally breaking you from your trance. The tense fingers relaxed until you fell out of them… and on top of the plate with the hot muffin. Vivia’s elbows landed on the counter around you. Overhead he loomed, a horrible shadow covered his eyes thanks to his green and black hair. The warmth from the food had you tempted to grab what you could before he acted.

“You wanted that didn’t you?” he sighed. Again with the sighing. You were scared to tell him yes. Unfortunately your stomach grumbled. He sighed again. “You can eat it…”

“W-why?” you squeaked out. Vivia shrugged his shoulders. It made the plate you sat on rock and sent you sliding into the crumbled muffin. At that point it didn’t matter anymore. You grabbed some of the warm food and shoved it in your mouth, happy to have it for once.

“Watch out next time. They’ll probably try again,” Vivia shook his head. “Such a waste of energy.”

“A-aren’t you gonna trap me? Ask me things?! A-anything?”

“No… That sounds like a lot of work… Try not to get stuck again.” Vivia stood up and yawned. “Oh… Let me know if you need more book paths. I don’t mind, they’re easier to read out like this. Haaa. I wanna die someday.”

You watched him walk away. The heavy steps making the crumbled muffin around you bounce. He knew… he actually had made the book stacks for you. You put some muffin in your bag weirdly relieved that this human knew about you. You ate for a bit longer before running off, carefully avoiding the sticky substance. You jumped over the books, but paused to look out at Vivia. Casually lying on the couch reading his book. One day you might even ask him about all those words you couldn’t read and the ones the humans said you didn’t understand.

[unfortunate--moth]

Your Stupid Face - Chapter 3

Bisexuality Strikes Again

[kanai-ward-census]

Look at this.

https://brantsteele.net/hungergames/r.php?c=HaZ6d3jB

This will take you to Master Detective Archives: Rain Code.

No

[kawaiiwaifu-theartist]

Created this fanfic to appease my hunger for a sequel to happen, just please.

[chiefyakousdilftits]

I am working on Chapter One of Velveteen Rabbit and it’s not even gotten to the plot - plot, and it’s already twenty plus pages. 🤠✨🥂

[embretheworld]

third prompt @badthingshappenbingo

Warning: Food poisoning, nonconsensual drug use, and starvation.

Words: 439

Summary: He was so hungry.

Prompt: Tricked/Scamed

[moldsporr]

Hi mfers

Yumakou (kinda) drabble where they're happy and mentally well !!!! Also art I drew to go along with it

[toberjade]

Chapter 4: Birthday Shoot! Is finally out!