#this isn’t a ship fic

[awesomeart-83]

Decapolice: You were kidding about that…… right?

Plot: Carl shows concern for Harvard and his style of justice after the Jewel Robbery Case.

Note: If you want context, I suggest you find the English translation of the TGS 2023 demo that was made @call-me-rucy

“Hey, Harvey.”

“Yeah, Carl?”

It was after sunrise. It was usually said that the Broadstone looked like a modern art painting when the sun goes down. The 3 SIU team members have left already. Zhang talking a bus,That left only Harvard and Carl at the enterace of the police station, along with some cops and other workers.

“It’s about today’s DECASIM case.”

“Yeah?”, Harvard said lazily. “Was it about the Jewel Beast?” He then made a meow sound. Carl hold his urge to giggle. Yeah, the Crime Beast was dangerous, but it was

“No, it wasn’t that concern me. more specifically about the hostage…..”

Harvard mentally cringe in disgust. While he was able to get Carl away from the culprit’s grasp by shooting the remote that controls the robots, he felt himself getting more displeased on their first hostage. The old man’s smug words taunting. How he hold down Carl with no regard. The feeling of unable to reach somebody without using any force. It didn’t felt…. Fair. While he liked Carl, he had to admit

“Yeah, I took him down pretty easily. Sure the beast was surprised.

“Well, I was pretty worried there but……”

“WHAT. I haven’t got all night. Won’t your dad be upset that his A+ son is hanging in Broadstone in the night?”

Carl stopped for a hard second. Just because his dad was the police chief of Broadstone doesn’t mean that he should be treated like a

“No, it isn’t that. It was about……. What you said.”

“Yes? Did something upset you?”

“Yes, specifically the sentence before you hit the controller.”

Harvard became silent and then thought about what he said before he took the shoot.

“Any decent agent is prepared to die when taken hostage.”

He played those words in his brain. Over and over again. Every single word that came of out his mouth. He remember Manimani’s and Carl’s shock, and even Mikey’s and Zhang’s despite not hearing or seeing them. Before he could answer, Carl bet it to him.

“Yeah, that what I wanted to talked. You know I been worried about you since the last year of college. I mean if it was something like, ‘You are regret your life choices, culprit.’ Or “Maybe you could handle this.”. But, no, I you choose that sentence.” “So, what is you deal, it was just a-” “NO, IT WASN’T! You said it was a serious expression on your face!! You looked at me like I was a background character

Harvard was quiet for what seems like a decade as the night went up and Carl wonder if he had thinking way too hard.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Harvard begin to laugh. Not a giggle. But, a criminal laugh. His mouth went wide open as his back bent backward before covering his hand concealing his whole face.

He kept on laughing and laughing. Carl really worried that it was the right choice to even bring up the sentence in the first place.

Then he stopped to a halt and got a serious look that screamed “WTF?”

“You were seriously thinking about? Because, it seemed to me you were taking that line way out of context.”

“So, why did you say it?”

“It was a intimidation tatic, trying to shocked

“Oh. So you really-”

“Are my best friend.

“Oh, sorry.” Carl said with a fog of ashamed.

“Anyway, the conservation already took

As Harvard left the police station, Carl felt his shock disappeared and felt comfort and relaxation inside. Harvard cared for him. He didn’t see as somebody who was disposable like a paper plate. As he begin walking back to his house, he felt his connection with Harvard grow. Come on, it wasn’t like that Harvey had something he wasn’t telling him about?

Right?

Author Note: While I did some writing in the past, the first time I actually invested myself in a fanfic. Maybe because of how little content this game has got, despite being one of Level 5’s game coming worldwide after 3 years AND being the former Professor Layton successor before being retooled its own thing.

I had played both Yo Kai Watch and Fantasy Life on 3Ds when I was a kid. While I didn’t play the sequels or the Fantasy Life mobile game I loved playing these games even though they had their flaws. So, when Fantasy Life i and Deca Police released, I going to do a play through of them.

Also, I believed that Carl doesn’t know about Harvard’s reason for being a detective until later on the story. In the concept image trailer, when Harvard is talking about him wanting to confront the Clown for killing his mom, Carl (I think that was) is shown to be surprised. It implies that Harvey doesn’t want to tell people about his past, including the people who is closest to. Makes me wonder, how old was Harvard when his mom died. 6 or 8 years old?

You can comment, critique, reblog, like, or even make fanart for this fanfic. I really appreciate it!💜

[sorens-bsf]

this trios dynamic 2 me 😋

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

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[evilkaeya]

THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT KAITO AND SHINICHI ARE COUSINS??

[rollercoasterwords]

can y’all go report WalpurgisKnight on etsy pls they’re selling tons of bound fic including my work and using a bunch of art from fanartists as well. i know they don’t have permission from me and i’m assuming they likely don’t have permission from the other various writers and artists whose work they’re profiting off of.

their store is here

[sapphicslaylist]

Loved and Loathed. Wonderful and Wretched. As the newfound comforts or home begin to settle in, a venomous creature begins to untether those roots.

Yet again posting a wonderful piece commissioned for On Borrowed Paths; this time by my good pal @justanumber! This covers a cute scene in the fifth chapter which covers the origins of Witch’s mithridatic nature.

(Both Witch & Damsel are teens in this AU! Just keep that in mind.)

[madbard]

I think Tumblr might be giving me a skewed impression of what ‘In Blood and Stars’ is about.

@actingwithportals this image is your fault. Thank you.

[starlightwoofwoof]

Well, since you're taking some requests, how bout some CaramelPopcorn fluff after their Akumatization? Kinda like some comfort after the hurt (plus I'm a fucking SUCKER for the ship) X3 Also your art is adorable!!

H E C K Y E A H

(wasn’t sure which way to go around, so I did both ways lol)

and as I like to do for other posts for this AU, here’s some yapping lol

First of all, yes, I did forget Rad’s hat in the first one 💀 (Kevin is supposed to have his hat missing, due to it being the corrupted item-)

Second of all, since I haven’t done Radford’s/The Glitch’s chapter yet, here’s how I think after the defeat would go-

I imagine Rad would be pretty upset after he was defeated, cause y’know, he tried super hard not to become a victim, so Kevin decided to try to cheer him up by being silly with his now broken 3D glasses ❤️💙✨

……… also is it Caramelpopcorn?? I’ve just been calling it Caramelcorn for some reason-

[yaralulu]

I do think it’s a little insane to host an event week and then limit what ships people can post about.

[riacte]

Got excited for my Superhero False + Civilian Ren AU and I had to draw something for it ^^

Ren, a civilian in charge of a pie shop, keeps on getting kidnapped by supervillains for some reason. Since Ren can’t flirt his way out of trouble, the superhero Symmetry makes it her personal mission to save him every time. Ren doesn’t know why she’s so insistent, but he’s flattered.

Meanwhile, Ren’s childhood and highschool frenemy False pops up after years of mysteriously disappearing. They awkwardly reconnect, but why does she look distant every time he gushes about Symmetry saving him?

(Or: nostalgia, a stubborn pretence that lasts twenty years, and the consequences of knowing someone a little too well.)

I’m just winging it tbh, these aren’t like canon designs or whatever. Symmetry’s suit is based on her HC9 base and it ended up looking like the bi flag but it’s okay, I’m bi <3

[neverenoughmarauders]

Can everyone just go and read @caslyra’s long fic already: Larger than life (the 6 chapters posted)? It’s not just canon compliant. It’s just canon.

[zukkaoru]

see the thing about beast ships is that literally every other ship is more compelling than s.kk. i need more beast rarepair fics give me beast kunichuu beast souheki beast chuuran beast taniaku beast atsujuni beast tachigin beast tanihara beast higugin etc etc etc i wanna know how their dynamics change with the different universe vs what aspects stay the same!!!! how would kunikida deal with the moral crisis of falling for a mafia executive when he hasn’t had dazai working by his side and he hasn’t gone through the azure king/messenger incidents? does ranpo feel conflicted about hooking up with the man who has assumed mori’s old role? how do gin and tachihara work together when gin isn’t his partner but rather placed in a higher role than him? what about gin and higuchi when their relative placements in the mafia hierarchy are reversed? can we stop discussing flat boring fanon dynamics that don’t come remotely close to getting the characterization right and start contemplating everything else PLEASE

[miitopiaenjoyer]

Dread!!! :D

Realized I hadn't posted them here before, which is criminal. So, I wanted to show them some appreciation!

And of course, my method of doing that is John Hugs. :)

Here are a couple posts which particularly inspired my design for them!

https://www.tumblr.com/spicey-trash/666590940606136320/anyways-heres-a-cool-picture-of-dread-i-did-by?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/nameless-sketches/667583793175068672/dread-my-favorite-angst-filled-club-suit-angel?source=share

[soulspirit--s]

I really need more Jason/Reyna fics

That’s it that’s the whole post

[demonic0angel]

The Obsession one-shot is out! To understand the art, read the fic on AO3 here >:3c

CW: cannibalism, murder, possessive/obsessive thoughts, violence (not very graphic but kinda descriptive), main character death

Thank you to @meditating-cat for betaing!

[teacakeezz]

Wet cats first meeting wip