Packing Up
Akira: Almost ready?
Yusuke was done packing an hour ago. He didn’t have much to bring to the dorm, and he doesn’t have much to take when he leaves it.
Yusuke: A couple more minutes
Akira: U sure u don’t need help?
Yusuke: Yes, I just need a moment.
A large duffle bag and a few boxes are all he needs before heading to the train station to his new dorms at Osaka University.
The others are going to drive him down to the train station and see him off, and childishly, Yusuke wants to hide in the closet so he doesn’t have to say goodbye. That’s what he did when Nakonahara left.
But he’s the one leaving now, after spending his senior year with half his friends outside of Tokyo.
Osaka University gave him a good scholarship. Room, board, a meal plan, and a stipend for the school store. It’s the most generous offer he’s received of any of the school’s he’s applied to, and his friends were so happy for him.
Now instead of seeing half his friends occasionally he’ll be all alone on the other side of the country.
Maybe he doesn’t have to go, maybe he can stay in Tokyo, work part-time jobs and make his art on the side. Get his own apartment and visit with his friends and not have to face truly living alone for the first time.
But, that wouldn’t make him happy, would it? He wants to make a name for himself, to finally overcome Madarame’s name being attached to him, and to prove his former Sensei hasn’t ruined the careers of everyone in his care.
And it’d be nice, wouldn’t it? To go back to Tokyo a successful artist, purchase and renovate the atelier, and turn it back into a place filled with pupils, but one that actually cared about its students. That stood behind them and advocated for them, everything Yusuke wanted but never got.
He can’t get there working part-time and living in a small apartment.
A BFA means connections, more people seeing his work, more resources to help those future pupils, and learning how to teach from people who aren’t frauds.
All it means is leaving his friends behind, at least for a little bit. Being truly alone.
“Hey, there you are!” Ryuji wraps his arm around Yuskue’s shoulder and pulls him into a side hug. “You’re gonna miss your train!”
“Yusuke?” Ann says. “You’re crying.”
Yusuke turns to see Akira, Morgana, Ann, and Ryuji facing him.
“What’s wrong?” Morgana asks. “You’re not gonna miss this place, are you.”
“I’m going to miss you all,” Yusuke says, wiping his sleeve.
“Awwww, come on, it’s not like we’ll never see each other,” Ryuji says. “We’ll have vacations.”
“Plus we’ll probably text every day,” Akira says. “If Ann can keep a conversation going from Italy, she can certainly keep one going from here.”
“Not that you’ll need it!” Ann says quickly. “Becuase you’ll make a bunch of art friends in Osaka and talk about stuff like Pluralism or whatever?”
“Pluralism isn’t an art movement,” Yusuke says. “And I’ve never made friends before.”
“Hey, what are we?” Morgana asks.
“You barged into my house and tried to badger me for information on Madarame while he was in the house, and then I threatened to call the cops on you so you would leave,” Yusuke points out. “That’s not the same as making friends by simply meeting people.” And before them, he was completely alone.
“Ok well, definitely don’t call the cops on them,” Ann says. “And don’t ask them to model nude.”
“There’s probably a nude drawing class I can attend.”
“There, and after that class you go up to someone and ask if they want to get lunch!” Ryuji says. “Food’s like the fastest way to make friends.”
“Or tell someone their art sucks,” Ann says. “That’s what Shiho did.”
Yusuke frowns. “I would never do that, I want to encourage people’s art.”
“Of course,” Akira says. “You’ll figure it out. Don’t worry. And if you’re really lonely you can head to Kyoto and bother Zenkichi all day.”
That makes Yusuke crack a smile. “I suppose.”
Morgana hops off Akira’s shoulder and onto Yusuke’s. “You’ll be finneeee,” he says. “You’re gonna kick ass and in four years you’ll probably have your own art show in Tokyo that Ryuji can’t afford to attend.”
“Hey!”
“I’ll reserve tickets for you,” Yusuke says.
“Yeah, yeah,” Ryuji says. “But come on, let’s get you on that train first.”
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE, Fire Emblem Heroes Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Aoi Itsuki & Summoner | Eclat | Kiran, Aoi Itsuki and Tiki Characters: Aoi Itsuki, Summoner | Eclat | Kiran, Chiki | Tiki Additional Tags: Fortuna Idols, here we go again Series: Part 5 of Fallen Heroes: Fortuna Entertainment Summary:
We know the story of one Fallen Lord. But… the second. We don’t know his story.
We don’t know the tragic life of this Itsuki Aoi.
…Sometimes, heroes fall even without their own consent.
these are my mutuals. they know who they are
trick or treat!! :3c
You get…
And then Arata throws the door open.
“You’re not actually breaking up with me, right?” Arata says, voice cracking, and Souma’s eyes widen.
“Oh, come on, Arata. I was kidding, I’m not actually breaking up with you.”
Arata walks over and practically dives into Souma’s bed, his hands grabbing the back of Souma’s jacket.
And suddenly, Souma feels really pathetic for getting so upset over something so stupid.
“I’m sorry for scaring you.”
“I’m sorry for giving her ammunition to use in your fights.” Arata responds, muffled by Souma’s shoulder.
“Nah, it’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ll just write another set of imagines to piss her off more.”
📖
Wasn’t expecting to get one but-
So. Leverage-inspired PT heist fic. Ann (who can act now because I said so) is the grifter who’s distracting everyone, Ryuji’s hitting people, Futaba’s hacking, Ren’s the one doing the actual thievery/the mastermind.
They’re trying to steal the remaining evidence to take down the remnants of the conspiracy before it can all be deleted or erased, but they find out the real evidence is a witness that’s being held hostage. They’ve gotta figure out how to save this witness before it’s too late.
21 and 44 for kamui on the oc ask thingy !!
21. What’s more important to them, friends or family?
Family. Definitely. He adores his brothers. He has a lot of friends, but there’s a lot of drama in every direction there because of who he is.
44. Who, if anyone, would they trust with their deepest secrets?
Hatsuaki. Absolutely no one else, because he knows that Hatsuaki’s seen more of his chaos than anyone else and still loves him.
"I'm just so afraid."
"Don't you dare leave me alone!"
"We just don't work any more."
"I can't bare to lose you."
"You don't own me."
"This will end tonight."
"Maybe we should stop trying."
"It just wasn't meant to be."
"Sorry for everything I did."
"I guess this means goodbye."
"We had a good run."
"Nothing we can do about it."
"You never listen to me."
"I give up. You won."
"Are you happy now?"
"So this is it?"
"I need to leave."
"No, I don't owe you that."
"You have to let go."
"I'm sorry it came to this."
More: Angsty Masterpost
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Psst :3
R you still into prsk?
Oh, god. I should have expected this at some point.
This is my second time typing this out because my iPad decided to glitch out, but basically the answer is yes but also no.
I do still like ProSeka. I even went to see the movie in theaters with my irl friends!
The main problem is that in my opinion, ever since On Your Feet, the VBS story has been going in a direction that I don’t like and it’s removed everything that made them unique and what drew me to them in the first place.
And this has made me so upset that honestly, I’ve barely managed to bring myself to open the game since… I think December? I used to have every single easy, normal, and hard completed and would freak out at the idea of missing a day for my challenge show. Now I just… Can’t?
And honestly it’s not even just that— It’s also that the ProSeka fandom just kind of sucks? Like tell me why I keep seeing casual biphobia on my Twitter timeline and why I’ve seen people straight up mention me by name and talk about how much they hate my fics and wish I’d stop writing? It’s made me miss smaller fandoms recently— smaller fandoms where I can escape all the toxicity and I don’t have to deal with all this.
Combine all that with the fact that someone I trusted enough to dedicate a fic to them betrayed me and when I went to the university about it they made me feel like I was the problem and regret coming to them, my university experience has been so completely ruined that even though it’s the fucking… second week of summer I just woke up from having a nightmare about returning to uni, things haven’t exactly been the best for me recently.
Now, this does not mean that I’m never posting ProSeka fic again. I actually have one planned out for the Bad Things Happen bingo card. But well, that’s kind of the reason I haven’t been posting ProSeka recently and that’s kind of where I am right now.
I’m sure this isn’t the answer you were hoping for, and I’m truly sorry about that, but it’s the truth— and I don’t want to lie.
A/n: Everyone say thank you to @yumizurueleonora for reminding me I wrote this because otherwise I was just gonna skip this day.
Perception
Dru watches the guards bring in the new prisoner, the self-proclaimed Wootox The Destroyer. The others steer clear of the fresh meat and Dru walks over to him.
“Hello,” Dru says, flashing a smile. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Dru Harrington. As the others have hopefully informed you, I’m the guy who can get you whatever you need.”
“I don't need anything from you,” Wootox says.
Dru laughs. “Oh funny guy, why are you trying to speak Terran.”
“You can understand me?”
“I’m Tangarian,” Dru says and Wootox looks confused. “We have similar vocal chord structures?”
“Of course. Well, whatever, leave me alone.”
Dru narrows his eyes. “One thing first, I need to know if you did anything to the Blue Ranger.”
“What if I killed him?”
“Well it'd be on your rap sheet,” Dru says, “but for your sake it’s better if you didn’t hurt him.”
“Why do you care, you shot him.”
“Well you know he was the only guy willing to do it in a broom closet five minutes before an exam so I probably owe him for that.”
The very human startled reaction doesn’t look quite right on Wootox’s body.
“Hello, Sky.” Dru says. “Thank you for confirming Wootox’s ability to switch bodies for me.”
“I’m happy to help,” Sky says, “now leave me alone.”
“And how could I abandon my Angel when he needs my help.”
“I’m not your Angel, and I don’t need your help.”
“Really? You’re planning on escaping prison and getting back to Earth on your own? When you’re a wanted criminal who’s already escaped once?”
Sky glares at him.
“Do you think they’ve noticed you’re acting off yet? Or has Wootox already gotten rid of anyone who might get suspicious. Bridge can find him out easily if he gets a whiff of something wrong, and he’s your roommate. Or maybe he's just taken whatever SPD tech he can get his hands on, run off, and sold it to the highest bidder, and now your friends are facing upgraded Krybots and criminals who know their every weakness. Or–”
“Enough,” Sky growls. “Why do you want to help me? I thought you didn’t need me.”
Dru leans back and smiles. “Maybe there is some goodness left in my heart. Maybe I’m just enjoying the irony of this whole situation.”
“So you’re helping me for a laugh?”
“I’m helping you because if anyone’s going to have you weak and screaming on your knees, metaphorically or otherwise, it’s going to be me, Angel, and it’s no fun if you’re already at my mercy.”
Sky turns away.
“Tick tock, Sky. Every second you waste is another second Wootox can use your body to hurt your precious SPD.
“Fine.” Sky says. “What’s your plan?”
“It’ll take me time to come up with something.”
“I know you Dru, you had a plan the second you figured out it was me.”
“Always so needy,”
“You’re the one who said I don’t have time to waste.”
“Alright, but just because it's you,” Dru says. “I do have a plan, but I won’t tell you what it is.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re just going to have to trust me.”
Sky is clearly mulling it over, looking for something to argue against, but they already both know the plan is sound.
“How soon can you get it done?” Sky asks.
“Oh, I'm a pretty busy guy, running an information network from inside prison, you’ll have to convince me to move it up on priority list.”
“What now, Dru.”
“Let me remind you how to have fun, Angel.” Dru takes Sky by the arm and leads him to a closet, then presses up against him.
“I don’t know how to use this body like that.”
“We figured it out once, we can do it again.” Dru shifts to his Tangarian form. “You have no idea how much I've thought of getting to do this with you like this.”
“Let’s just get this over with.”
“You can try and have a little fun,” Dru says. “I’m going to make this pleasurable for you too.” He gives Sky a shock Sky shudders. “See? I remember the kind of things you liked. Different body doesn’t mean a thing.”
Sky moans a little, and Dru gets to work.
~
The chemicals released by Wootox’s body after sex are even stronger than the ones humans have, so Sky’s practically a giggling useless puddle once they’re done.
It's easy enough to get the guards to turn the other way as Dru takes “Wootox” back into his cell and says they’ll be sharing for a bit, so now all Dru has to do is send a message.
“Hello, Jack,” he says into the recording. “Thank you so much for sending Sky over here to visit me. I’m having so much fun with him, I can only assume you did this on purpose, right? Surely you’ve noticed Wootox in Sky’s body before this. I mean Bridge is psychic, so you must have known and decided to do me a favor. Thank you so much, I really owe you one.”
There, that should get those idiots to actually check and come rushing over to get Sky back in his body. He sent it along a secure SPD channel, so they’ll notice soon enough.
As much as Dru would love more time with Sky, he’s not stupid enough to rock the boat on a whim. If he’s whisking Sky off to the furthest corner of the galaxy so that stupid blue boy will stop sticking around in his mind, he’s going to take longer than a day to plan it.
So he’ll just have to settle with leaving Sky a reminder of how good they can be together, and mocking the other rangers for being such idiots. If it puts a seed of doubt in his mind about whether he belongs at SPD, then so be it.
Although… maybe there’s one more thing he can do to rub salt in the wound.
~
“This is all my fault,” Syd groans. “If I hadn’t hit him so hard–”
“Someone sneaking into our room deserves an iron fist to the face,” Z says, “it’s not your fault Sky – or Sky’s body? – was so exhausted it kept him out for three days.”
“But it was still weird! We should have checked if something was wrong there!”
“One weird thing isn’t enough to assume someone’s been body snatched,” Bridge says. “And my powers don’t work if I don’t know to check… maybe I should learn to read minds or something.”
“You can work on that after we get our Sky back,” Jack says, gripping the shuttle controls a little too tightly.
That fucking message from Dru. Self righteous prick. If he’s done anything to Sky, Jack will beat him up himself.
It’s clear he wants something, and Jack's a little worried he already for it from Sky.
They arrive at the prison and haul Wootox-in-Sky’s body to the meeting room, where Sky-in-Wootox’s body is waiting, alongside Dru.
“What are you doing here?” Jack asks.
“I want to make sure you don’t mess this up,” Dru says.
“Bridge?” Jack says and Bridge scans Sky-in-Wootox’s body.
“Yep. That’s Sky!” Bridge says.
They shove Wootox-in-Sky’s body towards Sky-in-Wootox’s body and hold him still while Sky-in-Wootox’s body touch their foreheads together.
There’s energy and a bright light, but suddenly Sky stumbles back and he’s stopped glaring.
Jack ungags him. “Sky? That you?”
“Yeah,” Sky says. “I’m me, and why does my head hurt?”
“Sky!” Syd hugs him. “I’m so sorry I knocked you out!”
“Hm?”
“That creep snuck into my room and was watching me and I was holding an hair iron and when I tried to push him away I launched him across the room with an iron fist.”
“Wootox has been passed out in your body for three days,” Z says.
“Oh! So he didn’t do anything!” Sky says. “I was worried he’d hurt you guys.”
“No, as it turns out your body was just exhausted already,” Bridge says, “so when Syd hit him he just slept it off.”
“Still burning that midnight oil?” Dru asks and they’re suddenly all reminded he’s here. “Sky, do you really need me to help you get to sleep.”
“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Jack says, “let’s go.”
“What no thank you for fixing your catastrophic mistake before something serious happened?”
“Thank you,” Jack grits out.
“I want one more thing.”
“If it’s a lighter sentence, you’re lowering your chances.”
“I want it from Sky.”
“No.”
“And if I say that I strapped a bomb to Wootox and will blow us all up if I don’t?”
“You care too much about money for that,” Jack says. “You’re a guy who knows when to cut his losses and run.”
“Oh, that your professional analysis,” Dru says, pulling out what looks like a detonator. “Willing to stake your life on it?”
Before Jack can say anything, Sky rushes forward, pulls Dru close and kisses him for far too long.
Even without his translator, Jack’s pretty sure he understands what Wootox is saying.
They finally separate, and Sky has the detonator in his hands.
“This is a pen.”
“Did it’s job,” Dru says. “I hope we can catch up again soon, Sky.”
He knocks on the door, and guards arrive to take him and Wootox away.
Sky coughs and straightens up. “Ok, well we’ll have to go check in with Commander Cruger so–”
“Are you ok?” Jack asks. “Dru didn’t do anything to you?”
“No, it's fine,” Sky says.
“Are you–”
“It's fine,” Sky says, “I don’t want to talk about it, let’s just get back.”
Sky leaves first and the others follow out, and Jack can’t get that damn look of Dru’s out of his mind.
Like he’s telling Jack he’s got something Jack can never have.
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