Whumptober Day 9: "Frame Me Up On The Wall..."
Whumptober Day 9: "Frame me up on the wall..."
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As Sensei sleeps soundly in his room down the hall, Yusuke’s mind drifts back to the painting of him in that museum.
It’s all so surreal. To think those arrogant strangers had a means of seeing what he couldn’t despite living there.
But that isn’t true, is it? Despite only awakening to his Persona today, Goemon’s weight in the back of his mind is comforting, like an old friend, reminding him that he did know, he just turned a blind eye, and took it out on the others when they tried to warn him.
Still, the painting of him, of all the pupils, lining the halls of that museum, somehow that’s more haunting than anything else he’s seen today.
Yusuke had never given much thought to how Sensei thought of them. At the worst, he assumed Madarame didn’t remember everyone who’d passed through the atelier and everyone he’d stolen from. He must not give them much thought, because how could he remember the faces and names of every single pupil and not care about them or what happened to them?
Yusuke remembered, he remembered all of them. His heart aches for the day this place had even one other person for him to talk to when it was truly alive. But seeing their faces perfectly preserved in Madarme’s heart, proudly displayed in fact?
What is Yusuke to make of it? That Madarame remembers everyone who suffered under him and is happy about it? There’s no ounce of shame or introspection? He can remember the faces of students who screamed and cried and demanded he give their work back, who now look completely different because they’re reduced to begging for scraps at the train station, some of whom are dead, and what? Nothing?
Yusuke feels haunted every time he closes his eyes and thinks of all those students lining the halls of the museum, his own face frozen in an eerie smile that doesn’t match how he’s face in a long time.
The idea that Sensei could remember all of them and feel nothing is the most chilling thing about that place. Moreso than hearing the words from Sensei’s own Shadow.
Then there’s the other fact that Yusuke doesn’t want to consider. Ann had briefly described seeing her own cognitive self in the heart of the last person they’d confronted, and her shadow had been a person.
A caricature of her, sure, but someone capable of moving under her own power.
To Sensei, Yusuke and the others were, what? Objects? His creations? Surely Sensei understood that Yusuke was a person, right? That he had feelings and fears and cried and got hungry. He’d raised Yusuke after all, how do you raise someone you don’t think of as a person? And worse, it makes Yusuke feel stupid for daring to think of him as a father. Because that was it, wasn’t it? Sensei raised him from childhood, and none of it mattered. Yusuke wasn’t any different from any of the hundreds of other pupils.
And to Yusuke’s shame, the fact that he isn’t special to his foster father hurts more than anything else.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Power Rangers S.P.D. Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bridge Carson/Sophie, Jack Landors/Sky Tate Characters: Bridge Carson, Sophie (Power Rangers), Jack Landors, Sky Tate, Elizabeth "Z" Delgado, Sydney Drew, Anubis "Doggie" Cruger, Katherine "Kat" Manx Additional Tags: Background Elizabeth “Z” Delgado/Sydney Drew, Implied Sexual Content, like. HEAVILY implied., this fic is a MESS Summary:
Sophie’s been acting a little… off.
5/36 with Toya and Harumichi for the fic prompts!
5. "Come here. Sit down and tell me what's going on."/36. "Please, look at me."
Toya’s… different.
Very different today.
It’s not quiet pride. Something’s actually wrong.
It’s a different type of tension in the house. Not the one that both of them had gotten used to, not the one that has slowly started thawing as time goes on…
It’s so strange that Harumichi finds himself missing a note on Queen of the Night. He hasn’t missed that note since he was a teenager.
“Are you alright?” Narin asks, shocked.
Harumichi sighs, and Toya rushes down the stairs.
“Did someone die?!” He snaps, his eyes wild, and Harumichi shakes his head.
“No, no. I’m sorry. Just… Narin, can you…” He starts, and Narin glides toward his office.
Toya looks at him, and Harumichi motions for him.
“Sit down.”
Toya looks at him confusedly, but he steps over.
He gently sits down, and he looks at Harumichi again.
“What is it?”
Harumichi feels his tongue start to tie up. He’s a better musician than speaker. He doesn’t know where to start.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He finally says, and Toya looks up.
“Nothing’s wrong.” He lies so easily.
When did he become so practiced in the fine art of lying? How many times has he lied without Harumichi realizing?
“Don’t lie to me.”
And Toya just… sighs.
“…Why?” He asks.
“Why what?”
“Why can’t you see me for who I am?”
Harumichi tilts his head.
“What are you talking about? You’re my child, I—”
“That’s it!” Toya snaps. “That’s it! You see me as nothing but your child! As that little boy! Father, in less than two years, I’ll be a man! Why can’t you see me as such?!”
Harumichi shakes his head.
“You’ll understand when you have children of your own. You could be 50, you’ll still be my child.”
Toya tenses up, and his fingers slip into his hair.
“Look at me.” He pleads. “Please, look at me! See me for who I truly am, not who I was!”
Harumichi shakes his head.
“Toya, that is one thing I cannot do!”
Toya chuckles.
“Of course. Of course you can’t. This is why I didn’t want to talk about it. You’ll never allow me to fly free from the birdcage.”
He stalks away, and Harumichi sighs.
Just… sighs.
He’s not a man. He doesn’t understand that he’s not a man yet.
When Harumichi was his age, he made mistake after mistake and almost lost everything until he fell into Narin’s arms. Almost lost his life.
Hatsuaki took after Narin. Kamui’s always marched to the beat of his own drum.
But Toya, he’s just like Harumichi. Despite how they both deny that to each other.
He’s young. He’s desperate.
And he’s going to fall into the wrong arms. The arms of a devil, rather than an angel.
But he can stop history from being twisted. He can keep him away from that devil as much as he can.
And when he taps out those notes, it’s that perfect sonata again.
hii skye!! ^_^ are you planning on writing pjsk again? akty fans (ME.) all around the world miss you 💔
AAAAA I just saw this I’m sorry! Yes, I am! Just not right at the moment! A new fixation has me by the THROAT atm and I’m SO behind on the PJSK stories on EN (Haven’t read anything since Canary in a Quagmire) so I feel bad writing anything from a story I haven’t read. When I get the energy to catch up, I’ll hopefully get inspired! Thank you for loving my work!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aoyagi Harumichi/Aoyagi Touya’s Mother, Aoyagi Harumichi & Tenma Saki and Tsukasa's Mother Characters: Aoyagi Harumichi, Aoyagi Touya's Mother, Tenma Saki and Tsukasa's Mother, Aoyagi Touya, Tenma Tsukasa Additional Tags: No idk why I wrote this either Summary:
Somewhere there's a girl who’s like the shimmer of the wind upon the water. Somewhere there's a girl who's like the glimmer of the sunlight on the sea. Somewhere there's a girl who's like a swell of endless music. Somewhere she is singing, and her song is meant for me.
Or: How an opera singer taught Harumichi Aoyagi what it was like to feel alive.
Could you reblog this if you enjoy seeing your writer friends ramble about their wips on your dash?
Whumptober Day 18: Revenge
What goes around comes around
Kenshin takes another drink from his beer as the bar blurs around him. His favorite bartender isn’t even in town this week, so he doesn’t get to have his favorite cocktail or talk with someone.
Without her here, he just sinks into the background of the bar as people chatter, expecting to drink until closing and be ignored, as usual.
“You can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know I’m there,” Kenshin sings to himself against the latest idol music the drunk college girls wanted to sing to is.
“Hey, here by yourself?”
Kenshin turns to see a woman with orange hair and a smart suit sits down next to him at the bar.
“You talking to me?” Kenshin asks.
“Is anyone else here worth talking to?”
Kenshin snorts. “No, obviously.” He sticks out his hand. “Kenshin Suzuki.”
The woman takes his hand. “Yoka Tono.”
“So, Yoka-chan, what brings you here for the first time?” Kenshin asks.
“How do you know it’s my first time? Maybe I just come on the days you’re not here.”
“I’m here every day,” Kenshin says. “From work gets out ‘til my sister’s kid gets home from cram school. My sister doesn’t want him seeing me coming home in the middle of the night.”
“Haven’t missed a single day?”
“Nope, not in three years, so I know you’re not a regular.”
Yoka chuckles. “Ok, you caught me. Yeah, I just heard about this place and wanted to get the vibe.”
“The vibe is it’s cheap and they don’t kick you out no matter how much you drink.”
“Sounds like my kind of place,” Yoka says. She orders a beer and chugs it.
“Whoa, now I like a woman who can handle her alcohol.”
“Really? Most men are put off by it.”
“I mean it!” Kenshin says. “I don’t care for all the prissy shit women like my sister are worried about.”
“Tell me about your sister?”
“Ah, she’s a pain in the ass,” Kenshin sighs. “I busted my ass to pay her way through college, and now that she’s a successful corporate bigwig she thinks she can tell me how to live my life. Ungrateful bitch.”
“No wonder you’re here all the time then.” Yoka takes another swig of her beer. “Whoo, strong stuff! I should call a taxi for tonight, don’t wanna be driving after a glass of this.”
Kenshin laughs. “Eh, don’t worry about it. I can take you home.”
“Oh, that gonna be your last glass?”
“Like hell. Nah, when you’ve been drinking as long as I have, as long as you’re awake you’re as good as a sober man. I drive home all the time, no one’s ever noticed.”
“Never? Really?”
“‘Cause I’m not stupid. I know how to drive, even when I’m drunk.”
“Still, seems risky,” Yoka says. “Car accidents cause a ton of deaths and–”
“Oh my god stop it, you sound like my sister,” Kenshin says. “I know the damn statistics, and they happen when people are sober and when they’re drunk. The difference is I’m smart, and know to be careful.”
“Oh,” Yoka says slowly. “So if you were driving home late at night, trying to get back to your apartment before your sister’s kid came back from cram school, and saw a couple of kids crossing the street, you’d slow down right?”
“Brats oughta get out of the way,” Kenshin says. “Pedestrians have the right of way, it’s a load of crap. What are they gonna do if I hit them?”
“But you’ve never been in a situation like that?”
“No,” Kenshin says. “Never.”
“Even last week?” Yoka asks. “Last week you weren’t driving home in a white car with your license plate, jumped the curb, hit a young man, and then drove away?”
“Lady, the fuck are you talking about? You a cop or some shit?”
“No,” Yoka says. “But I am an attorney, and the mother of the boy who was with the one you hit last week. The one who now needs extensive surgery because of you. And I look forward to seeing you in court.”
does your oc still go home to see their parents?
Alto's Whumptober 2024 Masterpost
(Links updated daily)
AO3 Series
Day 1 - Search Party
Day 2 - Amusement Park
Day 3 - Set Up For Failure
Day 4 - Sensory Deprivation
Day 5 - Shivering (Alt Prompt)
Day 6 - Bad Coping Mechanisms
Day 7 - Magic With A Cost
Day 8 - Sleep Deprivation
Day 9 - "Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble"
Day 10 - Passing out from pain
Day 11 - Loneliness
Day 12 - "Just A Little More"
Day 13 - Familial Curses
Day 14 - Used as Bait (Alt Prompt)
Day 15 - No Holds Barred Beatdown (Alt Prompt)
Day 16 - Wound Cleaning
Day 17 - Shipwrecked
Day 18 - Revenge
Day 19 - Overzealous
Day 20 - Shoulder To Lean On
Day 21 - Spirit Possession
Day 22 - "That can't be good"
Day 23 - Broken Pedestal
Day 24 - Collapsed Building
Day 25 - It's for your own good
Day 26 - "I am haunted by the lies that I have loved, the action I had hated"
Day 27 - Muzzled
Day 28 - Denial
Day 29 - Body Swap (Alt Prompt)
Day 30 - What Have I Done?
Day 31 - "I'm Alive, I'm Just Not Well"
for the prompts thing. 40 and whatever toya relationship you want >:3
40. “Please don’t let me fall.”
A/N: White Day AU brainrot’s been getting Alto lately so I should probably take it here too, lol.
You know, Toya thought he’d gotten used to heights, but being on the back of an unfamiliar dragon makes him realize that he certainly hasn’t.
He knows how Ena moves, how she shifts, but not Akito.
And the once-distant fear returns to his chest.
“A-Akito!” Toya gasps, as Akito turns into a roll with zero warning.
Thoughts rush through his head. Falling, spinning, being torn away from everything he knows.
His head is killing him. He can’t— He can’t do this.
God, he’s a failure as a Black Rose— Who would expect the legendary Ice Dragon to be scared of heights? He’s a dragon rider, for fuck’s sake! The greatest in the kingdom!
But he can’t handle this. The twists and turns and the feeling of being so wildly out of control.
Akito pulls him along like a damn hurricane. As agile as the wind.
“Are you having fun?” Akito laughs, and Toya’s grip on his scales gets tighter.
And he can only bring himself to say one thing.
“Please don’t let me fall.”
Akito immediately stops twisting, and he turns into a normal flying position.
“Why would you fall? You’re my treasure.”
And Toya…
Toya can’t help but laugh.
Right. He’s not going to fall.
This is a free flight. Not a combat situation.
They’re supposed to be having fun.
And if Toya can trust Akito with his life in combat, he can certainly trust him with his life here. When it’s just the two of them.
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