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[goffard]

# GOFFARD - — An independent and highly selective roleplay blog featuring Derek Goffard of The Price of Flesh. Est. on July of `23. Loved by Vulpe.

R18 ONLY. CONTAINS TRIGGERING CONTENT. READ THE RULES BELOW PRIOR TO INTERACTING. - — XOXO !!

FOREWORD... Due to the nature of Derek's character, as well as the originally source material, I advise that you proceed with caution here if you are particularly sensitive to topics of abuse, gore, violence, and horror in general. Though I'm here to have a good time just like everyone else, such topics will nevertheless be mentioned in some capacity through my writing. Please keep yourselves safe and take a step back if need be.

That being said, I absolutely will not tolerate any minors here. This is a place for adults only, and because of this, I ask that your age is present somewhere on your blog. You will be blocked otherwise. I, myself, am twenty - five years old.

Thank you for your consideration ♡ Now, I have just a few other rules to keep in mind... ✘ This blog is highly selective and mutual exclusive. However! As long as you keep your posts trimmed, don’t spam OOC content, have basic information about your muse, and I believe our muses also have a decent chance with connecting, then there’s a good chance I’ll follow you back. I absolutely love original characters and I’m welcome to most fandom muses, so, there's no need to be shy here. ✘ Practice patience with me. I ask that you keep in mind that I’m a busy little bee, and that I also have many other muses that I write for. Though it usually takes me a while to get through replies, know that it’s just a matter of life simply getting in the way. ✘ I will be extremely selective in regards to shipping. It’s important for me to take into consideration how problematic of a person Derek is, as well as the chemistry involved with any potential romantic interest. Still, if that’s a matter you’d like to discuss in the future after we’ve had some time for our muses to interact, remember that I'm very open to exploring the possibilities. I love a good slow burn and lotsa development!

✘ Themes of sexual nature will also appear here from time to time, whether in the form of headcanons or actual threads and so forth. I’m also very open to writing smut, as long as the right circumstances fall into place between our muses. Anything that may contain such themes will be tagged as #not sfw.

... And I think that does it! Have questions, want to plot, or simply wish to chat? You’re more than welcome to shoot me a message!＼(＾▽＾)／

Derek Goffard, The Price of Flesh, and art featured here in my own personal edits are properties of Gatobob. My icon PSD was designed by the lovely Beckowsky.

[philosophy-of-spring]

My property ~

character belongs to @gatobob

[goffard]

hi owo

[goffard]

smacks him upside the head with his cane (¬､¬)

So... The more isn't always the merrier.

Once upon a time, Derek himself was considered fresh meat — hell, the same could be said even now. Compared to the rest of the lot, he's still new to the ' hunt; ' still subject to mockery, his protesting barks and threats always trivialized, as if he's the butt of everyone's joke. He HATES being stuck in this stupid hazing ritual. No one takes him seriously, even when he's proven himself a dozen times over by now...

Do they even know who they're fucking with, exactly? What he's truly capable of doing...?

Clearly not. But, Derek's nothing if not stubborn. They'll get what's coming to them, and that includes the even fresher meat that's somehow wormed his way into this year's desert trip. He can't be bothered to even remember the smug asshole's name — all he knows is that his face looks entirely too punchable, that his very aura mocks him.

It's obvious from the get - go that Derek's eager to first exact his revenge on the newbie. As they're huddled together, deciding on which begging victim sat just a few feet away will be chosen as first blood, it begins with a sneer, coupled with mumbles of verbal abuse similar to that of which he's heard before from all of his ' buddies ' here.

And thinking himself oh so funny for his derisive commentary, Derek's occupied with glancing ( perhaps all too hopefully ) around the circle, proudly smirking all the while... far too occupied, in fact, that he's unable to react quickly enough to dodge the following swing of the emo band reject's cane to his poor noggin.

This fuckin' GUY...

"Ow! What the hell...?!" In a vain to soothe the freshly formed welt on the back of his head, he gently holds a hand there over his scalp, his lips pursed into a displeased pout as he momentarily shoots the other a look that could damn near kill. He tightens his grip on the bat since held in his other hand, only to lift it up and over in the direction of his attacker, practically growling at the man when he speaks up once more.

Seems their little meeting will have to wait just a moment.

"Do that again, I fucking DARE you." He double dares you, motherfucker!

[eliruwul]

[ray-yyy]

I hate him so much

Inspired by this

drawing process <33

[goffard]

so, you come here often @idyllicserendipity?

Fingers deftly tucked around his tie, he works to loosen it just enough to offer himself some much needed relief — just enough to still maintain a proper appearance even as he's gone and tucked himself away in the corner, away from the rest of the crowd.

He plays the part of ' heir to the throne ' well enough, and still, these events never get easier for him. He's expect to act so formal, so stiff, and meeting all the demands of those around him is always so damn suffocating... He needs a break, time to breathe.

It's tempting to roll his eyes when he inevitably hears the approach of heels against the tiled floor, growing closer and closer after what seemed like mere seconds after he'd sat down in his own little spot here. He's prepared to meet his unexpected company with a charming smile, with the typical scripted bullshit he spews at their most esteemed guests — but, a second glance tells Derek he can save the act for later.

In the grand scheme of things, she's no one important.

Not important enough for him to remember much about during their first greeting, save for her name, her husband's name, the company they run... Oh, and her very nice ass.

Hearing her speak that first time sparked an odd feeling within in him, if only briefly. In the end, he can blame it on a little thing called déjà vu. More importantly, he must admit that he'd been far more distracted by how her dress hugged her curves... The same could easily be said for him even now, as he continues to watch her approach.

"Celia, right?" He doesn't bother to keep his eyes from wandering curiously so. Derek pauses as he gives her a slow, up and down look, focusing perhaps a bit too obviously on all the right places, before settling his attention there on her face. His lips quirk up in a smug little smirk. At least she's hot — for a married old hag, that is. Elbow casually propped up on the table he's at, he rests his chin against his palm, and he continues. "So we meet again ~ Must be fate! You know, like we're soulmates or something."

Not that he actually believes in hippy - dippy bullshit like that, but, it can't be mere coincidence that her voice, even her presence as a whole, is one so... oddly familiar...

[goffard]

@tenacquity.'s not in it for the money.

"What's the problem? Don't you believe me...?"

That look on his face seriously pisses him off.

Derek's said so before, and he'll say it again: he's innocent.

So maybe he got a bit carried away a few nights prior... Enjoyed himself a little too much, and now, he's somehow gotten roped into another lawsuit involving property damage, among other things. That doesn't mean he actually did anything wrong! ... Not this time. Even if he IS guilty; well, he's got the funds to shut just about anyone up.

Nothing to lose sleep over.

All the boring, legal matters nonetheless have to be taken care of, which is why he's seeking this man's help in the first place. He should consider himself lucky that a Goffard's chosen him; clearly well - off, ready to flash his cash and wipe his hands clean of the mess he's created. And yet, he has the audacity to stare back with the stupidest look on his face after he's gone through all the trouble of explaining his case.

— In full detail, no less.

Always one to act defensively, he doesn't bother to take into consideration that maybe the poor guy's lost for words. Instead, he rolls his eyes, a click of his tongue following.

"Fine, whatever. I'll find someone else to take my case... You lawyers are a dime a dozen anyways." Though his lips are firmly pressed in a pout, arms folded against his chest, his overall body language akin to that of a stubborn child who thinks acting insufferably uncooperative will get him exactly what he wants (and it usually does!) — the prolonged sideways glance he first spares Ryunosuke before turning towards the door suggests he's not at all opposed to still giving him a chance. And since Derek's such a nice guy, he even lingers there a few moments longer than need be... quietly waiting to see what it is the little lawyer decides to say.

The ball's in his court now.

[somneiri]

my fav ending <3

[goffard]

I really had to be out here thinking of Derek while I watched the Barbie movie earlier, but, like — come the fuck on. Can you blame me?

[goffard]

GOOD LUCK! YOU'RE FUCKED!

[goffard]

@nexarerum's got a body that just won't quit.

"You're really stubborn."

And perhaps that's an understatement. He may also, perhaps, be a fool for believing he'd really squeezed the life out of her completely the night prior. God as his witness, he killed her — or, at least, he thought he did... His mistake for not double checking her limp body for a pulse. That's precisely where all of this leads him now; initially in shock to see his little pet running around in the sand as if nothing ever happened, and now helplessly admiring just how resilient she is. Of course, this admiration doesn't come without him first delivering a blow to her knees with his trusty bat... A painful reminder that she needs to remain in her place, else he sooner ends her life definitely.

So, strangulation in itself isn't enough to kill someone...

Noted!

"Heh, I guess I shouldn't complain. Maybe I should even thank you. You sure as hell weren't cheap, but it looks to me like you're worth every last penny." While he watches her squirm below, having fallen helplessly due to the surprise attack, he all but coos at her, a wicked grin on his face. "Just lookit you ~ You're like a pathetic little cockroach," The tip of his metal bat reaches below her chin, and he uses it to lift her head up from the sand. Oh, he just loves that pitiful look on her face. He ought to take a picture!

"You just don't know when to give up, do you...?" That said, he raises his bat with a dramatic upwards swing, catching the end of it there in his palm. "Well, guess what? Everyone breaks eventually. We'll see how long it takes before you start losing it. Could be a few days from now... or, maybe even a few hours. Who knows! Am I right?"

A nonchalant shrug concludes his speech. It's about time that he rewards her for making this cruel game of cat and mouse so entertaining. After he grabs the canteen that's full of water at his side, he tosses it haphazardly onto the ground beside her.

"Don't make me regret believing in you."

He's going to have as much fun with her as he possibly can.

[olihikki]

[goffard]

lil' starter call to kick things off ♥

[stechow]

WHICH ONE?🦂