[[First of all, I’d like to alert everyone that I will soon be busy with life again, so if you think replies are slow now, you haven’t seen anything yet! I apologize for this. I’ll answer asks whenever I can, but please indulge me and give me more time
than you already do to work on replies! Thanks for your patience and support!
While I’m at it, I might as well say this:
It’s been almost three months since I started this blog, and I have yet to receive any
kinky requests for Neku! I’m quite surprised, frankly.
Are you all afraid I’ll go dark-side and do something crazy if you request stuff? Because I assure you
that is exactly what will happen, I’d be more than happy to doodle something up for you if you’d like!
This is a multi-purpose blog, and you are more than welcome to abuse the “request” feature!
Though I’m not saying I’ll be prompt in catering to your fanservice-y needs or anything….]]
Sorry, but snotty assholes who are responsible for killing me twice; can’t say anything without pissing me off ten ways to Sunday; possess a perpetual aura of “bastard”; lie to, cheat, and manipulate people like it’s nothing; and who I haven’t seen for over a year don’t run high on my list of “People I’d Like to Date.”
By the way, that list I just mentioned? It doesn’t exist, even on a theoretical level.
To be honest, after the Game ended and I read the Secret Reports, I haven’t really been around Cat Street in general. I still respect CAT. I still respect Mr. H.
But after finding out that he had a huge part in what was almost the end of the entire city? What do you say to someone like that? How do you act around someone like that?
I don’t know. That’s why I’ve been avoiding the place. I haven’t seen, much less spoken to, Mr. H. since the Game.
I just wanted to draw something dark.
[[Hey! Somehow, without my knowing, my follower count crept past 100! As celebration and thanks, have this lovely(???) picture of Neku. C= I went through a lot and suffered quite a bit for this picture, so I hope you like it.
Thanks again for all your support! I really, really appreciate it. You guys are awesome. uwu]]
Codetta (JoshNeku Fic)
Is your body ready for feels? I sure hope so, because I have written this specifically to awaken your saddest bawls and screeches. Also available on Ao3 or FF.net.
By the way, the visual counterpart to this story is here, on my Ask Blog. Both help clarify each other.
[[This is the literary counterpart to this ask reply. If you want to know more about Neku’s background, you can read this story!]]
Of all the things Neku could have possibly expected from Joshua, this was not one of them. Unpredictability ran high on Joshua’s grab-bag of miscellaneous characteristics, but suddenly initiating a kiss out of nowhere hadn’t even crossed the redhead’s mind.
The abrupt gesture was not at all appreciated.
Where their lips met—and Joshua had only barely touched them together—it burned like sulfuric acid. Neku faintly registered that the blond had placed a few careful fingers on his lower arm too, right below his elbow joint, as an attempt to make things—what? more “romantic”?
In the half second that it happened, his mind went on overdrive, and he reacted instantaneously. His arms tightened and reached up, automatically shoving Joshua hard on the shoulders. He wouldn’t be surprised if he pushed hard enough to make Joshua fall on the floor. Neku reeled back and took a few steps back, only to run into the same display window he had been looking at a few minutes prior.
The shock of having been suddenly kissed—by his murderer no less—pushed his adrenaline meter to full power. His hairline beaded with sweat as his heart pounded furiously.
“What the f*ck was that for, asshole?!” he yelled, already wiping the back of his arm against his lips. Disgust prickled all the hairs on his neck and arms, and his hands were shaking in anger.
Now people were really looking. Not many saw the kiss, since it was so brief, but Neku’s reaction attracted quite a bit of attention. Soon, people were edging away from them and walking quickly from them.
The kiss wasn’t what Joshua initially planned when he entered the RG. But you know what they say — the Composer has full of surprises up his sleeves. Nonetheless, he felt the need to see some form of expression on Neku’s face.
Joshua was amused, partially because it diminished some of his boredom.
Perhaps the experience would serve to provide him with a more accurate account of how ‘normal couples’ behaved, if only to satisfy his curiosity and unceasing hunger for knowledge. It’d be an interesting experience, however, they were not exactly ‘a couple’ people would initially assume. Better yet — they weren’t even a couple to begin with.
The shove pushed Joshua to take a step back, causing him to trip on a piece of broken cement. He sat on the ground with his arms extended out to support his body. A smirk grew upon his face. Of all the twisted things he had done in the past, this was one of them. Mostly, he did it to quench his curiosity.
“Neku, you should see the look on your face. You’re quite red!~” he laughed. Ignoring the fact that many pairs of eyes were staring at the two. ‘A fight?’ few people amongst the crowd mumbled to each other.
At the wholly inadequate response, Neku snarled and spat on the ground next to Joshua. Even seeing the blond on the floor didn’t whittle away at his ire. “I asked youwhat the f*ck that was for, you total asshole!” he yelled again, hardly caring to keep his composure now.
Despite knowing that Joshua was a guy who reveled in the most twisted of games—at least, they were twisted games to Neku—something like a kiss seemed entirely out of character for him. After all, who would walk up to another person after not having interacted with them for over a year and just… kiss them?
He was completely tense, and his nerves were on fire.
Hey, hey, hey…. TWEWY fandom, shhh, shhh. It’s okay. It’s okay.
[[Reblogging from my main account because this is relevant, and I want to share this with you guys, alright? C= Peace.]]
Important OOC Announcement
[[Hi, sorry guys! I JUST noticed this, but apparently, the first GIF of the last question I answered got deleted somehow! I didn’t even see it until I was reviewing it again… Argh! Well, I fixed it, so you can now see it in its full glory! And get more feels. Because.
Well, you’ll know once you check it out again.]]
asked : ((And this is praise for the Mod of this blog, because I freakin' love it already despite it only having three pages, you get Neku so spot on, it's amazing! Also, all your headcanons are gold, as it your art! One question, because of the last answered ask: Does this mean you support the theory that there's a connection between Neku's deceased BFF and Joshua? Just wondering. Keep it up as long as it is fun to you!))
[[Aww, gosh, thanks! I’m really glad you enjoy this blog. To be honest, it’s hard to keep Neku IC sometimes, since his personality after the Game was never fully established. I’m just happy my portrayal of him isn’t ticking too many people off. XD
As for the art, I try to keep the quality up, but to save time and sanity, I’m slowly downgrading the neatness of my lines. You probably noticed this while browsing through the blog. XD (Also, wow, okay, my art’s not that great yet but ahh, thank you! uwu)
As for your question, I’m not cheating everyone else out of an ask and answering that OOC! We’ll see how things progress, and maybe I’ll have to answer that question IC one day…. >=P]]
They’re… good people. Honest and hard-working. I was an only child, so they were a little overprotective and spoiled me. But I guess that’s what happens when you only have one kid.
My father is just your regular salaryman with a desk job, and my mother was a housekeeper. We used to go to parks to play together a lot.
But then, when I was five or six, Mom started getting sick regularly, so we’d constantly have to go to the hospital for her check-ups. Dad had to work more to keep up with the bills, and Mom was too weak to go very far. I usually stayed inside the house. I didn’t get a lot of interaction with other kids my age after that.
Things really began to change when I was around twelve—the time when I was just beginning to enter a rebellious stage.
Mom became completely bed-ridden.
At the time, I felt really angry. In retrospect, it was really selfish and childish of me. To me, it was like Mom gave up on being a family, even though she was trying. I just didn’t see it. I was too resentful.
That was when I began to pull away from people and become extremely withdrawn.
I met Yoshi when I was thirteen… but then he died a year into our friendship, and things got worse for me.
It wasn’t until I died and went through three weeks of Hell that I realized that I was the one who wasn’t trying. I gave up, not Mom or Dad.
I tried to patch things up with them again, talk to them more, spend more time with them…. Yeah, it was awkward at first, but things got better. For a while… it seemed like I was four again, and everything was perfect.
But I was a little too late in realizing my mistakes. Eight months after the Game ended, and I got a second chance at life, Mom passed away.
It’s hard. I’m still not completely over it… but you know, at least I tried. That’s what matters. Even if it was only eight months, I still got to be with her a lot more, and I’m happy about that. I don’t have anything to regret.
As for Dad…. He still works late, but we get along well.
Being dead for three weeks changes your perspective on things a lot.
[[You can read more about Neku’s parents and the events of this post in this story I wrote.]]