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@hanxmura
Hey, is there somehow a way to contact you besides Tumblr?
iM SO SORRY THIS WAS A MONTH AGO IM CRYING LJSAFKj
im currently over in the ffxv rpc!!! before that i disappeared from tumblr for quite a bit but!! oiqjwfk yEAH IF U WANT THE URL JUST SEND ANOTHER MESSAGE I GUESS LKASFKm buries head in sand laskjfklasmf
narxkami:
“What does Naoto have to do with it?” Yu asks in a pallid tone, void of … just about everything, actually. He doesn’t even seem disinterested. It’s as if all thoughts have been sucked into some void, leaving behind blank grey eyes and a matching expression.
Blank grey eyes that linger on the photos presented to him. “Sasuga Rise…”
“Haaaah, no need to hold back, partner!” The widest grin curves his lips as he perceives Yu’s reaction and, yes, of course, he expected that! Why would he not? He knows the guy far too well! “These are great, aren’t they? And, y’know, definitely not provided by Naoto! I mean, not--um---don’t tell her I said anything! Like I said. Uh---”
He’s totally not weird, he knows this, yet even as he thinks it it’s a little weird when he just. Slips a few more pics into Yu’s breast pocket. That didn’t happen. At all.
Brows wag up and down. “For later, if you know what I mean!”
narxkami:
@hanxmura
He doesn’t like to talk about what worries him, and a few months ago Yosuke would have been the last person Yu would want to open up to. Actually, now that he thinks about it, it’s been almost a year since he met Yosuke … If he’d been told upon first coming to Inaba that he’d become best friends with the chatty guy who assumes they’re kindred spirits, Yu probably would have laughed.
There’s a pensive silence about him now, and when he speaks it’s hesitant, because even after cryng in front of his partner, he’s not used to speaking so frankly about his thoughts.
“Na, Yosuke. That day … What do you think would have happened if we…” There’s still a part of his mind that says he should be saying ‘I,’ “… put Namatame in?”
He’s silent for a moment, uncertain as to how this subject came up---because he’s always pushing that sorta stuff to the back of his mind, ‘cause he’s gotta focus, gotta focus and not let anything drag him and anyone down even if it ends up eating away at his insides---, and so watches Yu instead on any hints that may have given his friend’s mind way to the that very thought. Instead of really interpreting, though, he opens his mouth and speaks anyway.
“Hey, don’t worry about that stuff now.”
He almost wants to beat himself up as soon as the words leave his mouth. Were they the right ones? Did they even mean anything, spoken to Yu like this? He doesn’t know. All he can do is hope that Yu understands he knows what he’s going through and will listen.
“I mean, sure, you can worry but--,” he pauses there, realizing he’s not really answering the question. He backtracks, flushing slightly. “I-I don’t really want to think about it, partner. It’s in the past. It already happened and it sucks that we almost did it,”---in his mind, there’s no doubt that they would’ve all played a hand in killing a man, no matter how significantly---“but we didn’t do it in the end. Namatame’s all fine and good and the real murderer is behind bars.” Eyes avert, then, before he adds quietly: “can’t help but reckon that things might’ve turned pretty terrible if we did, though.”
shoves u in a tv. bye ho
THANKS 4 FREEING ME FROM SCHOOL LOSER
i feel like this might go down Badly
um
narxkami:
It occurrs to him all at once. The knowledge that he is strong to lightning has become instinct, but as the chaos began to fade and his other self had vanished, a sickening realisation came to Yu.
He’s the only one. And more than that, there’s someone very important who has been struck with his own Ziodyne before, and that was with the immediate follow-up of Amagi’s healing. In the real world … what kind of damage would that do? He sucks in a nervous breath, scanning the room for any sign of him. Any sign of —
“YOSUKE!”
Desperately, Yu gets up and scrables for his partner’s collapsed form. There’s a horrible smell in the air, and though he knows it’s not true, a horrible feeling crawls up his skin like centipedes. I did this. It was me. The air itself feels charred and power-sodden. Wet, like the beginning of a bad storm, but beneath that is something horrible. Yosuke’s eyes are closed and his entire body is limp as Yu grabs him by the shoulders.
“Yosuke!!” He shouts it again, giving his friend a shake. His precious friends … Where are they? Where …
His hands are shaking and his throat is tight because he’s so afraid. Visions of Namatame’s mind control come flooding back all at once, and all Yu can feel is horror. He did this. He did this.
His first clear thought in days: I can’t do it without you.
“YOSUKE! Hang in there!” He wants to look for Yukiko. For Naoto and Kanji and Teddie and Adachi and — … but he can’t drag his eyes away from the pained expression on his unconscious partner’s face. “Wake up! Yosuke!! Please!!”
“Onegai…” What was the last thing he’d said to Yosuke? It can’t end like this. “Please wake up.”
Consciousness flickers in ripples.
Shy at first, for when he hits the ground after experiencing the lightning he only feels the cold, cold impact while at the same time, he feels as if his chest is burning, as if his chest was on fire and it’s a terrifying feeling, something he can’t get rid of because he can’t move, he feels like he can’t breathe but---
But even then, the panic is something enveloping him from a distance. He acknowledges it. He sees it and god, it’s harder to care about it, not when there’s a sweet, blissful relief on the edges of his mind, not when he can just escape into absolute oblivion and let his twitching body just experience all that nasty fear before dying off slowly…
YOSUKE!
Go away, he wants to whine. He’s hurting. He’s tired. He wants to sleep. He wants everything to go away and it’s hard to summon energy forth when people have died and he can’t do anything to stop it. Screw everything, he doesn’t…
He feels something tugging at him, then, something that’s disturbing the area on his left leg, oddly enough. Something burns there but...
Outwardly, his eyelids flicker and his fingers twitch, but it’s all he can manage in his unconscious mind.
There’s something heavy on his chest, something pressing down. He’s vaguely aware of his breaths coming jerkily; vaguely aware that some thin liquid is dripping down the side of his mouth and around his jaw. Disgusting is the remark he wants to give, but he’s floating again even when there seems to be some sort of plea to come back.
“Brea…the...” is the eventual slur that slips out before he becomes wholly unresponsive once more.
jpopxprince:
❝ lift up your head young prince;
if not the crown falls ❞
♡ written by kyon
♡ 8 years of roleplay experience; 5 years of tumblr roleplay
♡ selective, but welcomes ocs, aus, crossovers. etc
♡ writing ranges from one-liners to multipara
♡ warning: autoplay on blog!
♡ mun is 21+; mature content will be tagged accordingly
♡ art credit (w/permission granted): tarahana
junes-u:
If you turn off the lights in your bathroom and say “saki konishi” three times then yosuke will appear in your bathtub crying
What she says: I'm fine.
What she means: To tell the truth, I've been fixated on something you once said. Before, I didn't know why... Only that it sounded a wrong note to me. Do you recall when I read Namatame's diary at the scene of Dojima-san's accident? At the time, I said, "Even the victims who survived and were never released to the public are written here." And in response, your words were, "Wow... then that settles it." How, I wonder, would that settle anything? At the time, the police had no idea that there had been other attempted murders related to the case. You had no reason to say such a thing. After all, there are countless examples of people disappearing for a few days... Yet when I read the list of names, you raised no objection. Odd, that.
He’s not even sure what’s been happening lately ( strange, maybe, that he’s been blanking out so much when he should be paying more attention in a situation like this ) but all events lead him to the courtroom. He can’t see Yu---not his Yu, anyway; who the hell is that over there?---but it’s with relief that he realizes the infected people are getting the cure. At least... at least he didn’t have to resort to drastic measures. Fuck. Not that he would’ve. He just... he would’ve found some other way...
Whatever. It all worked out in the end, right? Or---
There’s something sinister in the Yu he doesn’t know. It’s something alien yet... so familiar Yosuke has to wonder briefly, outside his growing apprehension, where he recognizes it. He’s not an idiot however, he knows why they’re all here and he’s starting to figure out why Yu is there, too ( god, he’ll have to hope he never sees the Yu he knows there at all; it’s a ghastly thought ). He’s killed someone, it’s horrible, and...
Shit. Why does he feel so distant from everything?
Maybe it’s a weird, pseudo-punishment for his inattention that when the tarot card starts to shine and break, when the shout echoes across the courtroom, he doesn’t get spared from the lightening for it’s a cascade from the sky, terrifying to see in all its splendour and dimly---dimly---Yosuke recognizes Izanagi in the midsts of it all causing this catastrophe, recognizes Yu in all his mad glory and------
JARRING.
The bright light is jarring, the shock and sudden pain is even more so and Yosuke flinches at first when he realizes what’s coming for him ( even as it strikes ) before ultimately succumbing to the currents that'd made a fucking beeline for his body---as if it knows he’s weak to the element, as if it knows where the easy targets are and attack according to the will of the user---and his back arches, he lets out a sharp cry and he feels his muscles contract automatically in pain, feels the heat and sear of his flesh and he jerks once, twice, before his eyes rolls over and he falls and falls---
To nothing.
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narxkami:
“Naturally…?” Yu asked, though the question trailed off in his own disbelief (and, admittedly, lack of comprehension). He’d never considered himself photogenic and —– “Ee–” Yosuke already had his phone out, though, and even when Yu holds up both hands in protest and tries to move away, he finds himself already under fire, and the pressure is enough to make him crack. “H….e…” He stammers out and lets his lips twitch up in some approximation of a smile.
“Haah...” He hums aloud, holding the expression until he hears the sound of shutter, and turns his phone around to see the results. Immediately, his expression sours and he gives a somewhat gentle shove at his friend. “Dude! You look so stiff! Jeez, it’s like I’m gonna bite your head off or something...” Huffing, he gets back to the original position, holding up the phone again stubbornly.
“C’mon, partner!”
beartrayal:
He waited ( && ) watched ( && ) listened. That was all he’d ever done, really, ( && ) now he saw little reason to try hiding it. The bear’s lips were parted in a silent inquiry that was never spoken, but the blank curiosity in his eyes gave away his fascination as he witnessed this shift in behavior. He couldn’t say he expected it because the concept of betrayal was not something he’d understood, or at least not until he’d supposedly befriended the Investigation Team. Even now, he only understood it at its most basic level – a textbook definition was one thing, seeing it in action was another. In hindsight, he supposed he should have expected this reaction. He did not see them as ‘FRIENDS,’ but they had certainly decided he was one to them. Perhaps none of them more fervently than the MAGICIAN. Is this what betrayal did? It changed people?
There was something bright in Yosuke he’d become accustomed to over the past few months they’d spent together – it was almost ( what was the word ?? ) – QUAINT! ( && ) to an extent, even he could admit that the warmth he presented to others was comforting if not somewhat nauseating at times. It was jarring when he saw that pushed aside in favor of anger the few times he’d bore witness to those changes in emotion, but this wasn’t even in the same vein.
What was this, beyond the obvious? Sadness? Disappointment? Maybe a muted anger? It was something. Humans never just had one emotion plaguing them; there were always too many. That’s why their shadows were so volatile. Even his own Shadow, ironically similar in mannerisms ( && ) presentation as he acted now, had been subdued in terms of personality.
“KILLED those girls?”
He couldn’t say it, so he finished the train of thought for him ( && ) even he couldn’t help but think he sounded detached. The human world had taught him many things – of which the concept of morality ( && ) doing what was right happened to be apart of, but he was not human. He’d wanted to learn of them; he had no wish to become them, despite his temporary integration into their group.
“Puns are a waste of breath. Humor is subjective – why attempt something that is only likely to please a small percentage of the party, if any at all?”
There was certainly no familiar humor to his voice; no respect for the hurting teen before him. Humans were fragile. A PART OF HIM had once told them that searching for the truth was meaningless. Now he believed that needlessly seeking justification for it was even more-so, ( && ) he had no intention of softening the blow by wearing the fake identity he’d constructed for himself. No more hiding behind baseless humor ( && ) constructed lies. The next step to obtaining knowledge was achieved by first revealing himself. Maybe in some part of him there lingered a piece of compassion that allowed him to feel guilt for hurting Yosuke in particular, but it still didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough.
"My observation: you’re here because you thought we were friends. You want closure, preferably in the form of being told this is all a cruel prank. It’s not. I did not throw them into this world, but I was in fact the one who killed those women once they were trapped here. Denying the truth you fought so hard to find is irrational.”
I’m going to be angry, he tells himself over and over again, I’m going to be angry and I’m going to punch that stupid bear in the face because this isn’t fair, this isn’t fucking fair I---
He wants to scream. He wants to lash out. He wants to cry at this sordid reality because this whole concept is nauseating to comprehend, it’s a vile poison that can’t be expelled and for a moment, Yosuke thinks he’s going to hurl because of this, thinks he’s going to collapse and cry into the ground because this is Teddie; this is Teddie, this is Teddie this is Teddie--this isn’t fucking... this is horrible and he... he really did all those things...
No. That can’t be right. He can’t... he can’t accept this.
Maybe he’s stubborn in a way. Maybe he wants Teddie to pay deep inside for what he’s done. He killed Saki and Yamano personally, but... god, Yosuke can’t even feel anything for that. He knows there’s rage somewhere, but it’s a mute thing in face of the overwhelming sadness and emptiness threatening to eat him alive. He doesn’t want Teddie to suffer for it. He doesn’t, and that makes him wonder distantly if there’s something wrong with him.
“Okay,” he finally mumbles, and that sounds distant too. “Okay. That’s... that’s the truth, right?”
It’s hard to move his lips when they feel so numb. It’s hard to even do anything when the maelstrom inside him has suddenly gone quiet. He’s in shock, maybe. He doesn’t know. He just... all he knows is that he can’t comprehend this properly. Not in the right way. Teddie’s done that... so what? It was... it’s the person who pushed them in... that’s that guy’s fault. Not Teddie’s... not this stupid bear that’s slept in his closet and left far too many topsicle wrappers for him to clean up.
Something in the back of his mind is screaming at him to move, to attack the offender in front of him but Teddie doesn’t deserve that. He doesn’t! He’s just... he’s a shadow, after all. He didn’t---he didn’t fucking know right from wrong and that’s... it’s fine. God, it’s honestly fine, right???
He takes a step back. Then another. He’s staring blankly forward with the slightest frown, even when he reaches the wall behind him, and slides down until he hits the cold ground. It’s a slight jar to his reality right now, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it. It does tend to be cold sometimes in the TV world, though he’s not sure whether that’s the default temperature, or whether it’s just this area.
Then, something occurs to him to ask of the other, as if it’s a mere question about the weather.
“Are you going to kill me too?”
Yuuko sticks the end of her braid up Yosuke's nose.
“DUDE--DUDE, NO---”
Except ‘Yuuko’s’ braid is kind of already there even as he tries to bat ‘her’ away and on reflex, he jerks away as his nose tickles and---
“A-a-CHOO!!”
He sneezes all over the offender.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOSUKE!!!
loversfacade:
“Not listening! Are you fucking KIDDING me!? When have you EVER heard a word that comes out of my mouth, anyways? You and Senpai and every single goddamn person I’ve ever met are all the same! You don’t hear me. You don’t even SEE me! I’m just the hot piece of ass that’s on the magazine covers you probably masturbate to, right? You! Listening to me! ME! What a joke!! You wouldn’t know the real me if I took Risette’s g-string and shoved it up your ass!”
She was a mess of mad laughter, mixed up by the occasional choking sob that seemed to be somewhere in the back of her throat, just beneath the surface. But the look on her face was MANIACAL; she was smiling as if it were the best day of her life ( && ) her eyes shone with the broken hysteria she’d been pushing down in favor of PRETENDING to be okay since Monokuma had released her from her own personal torture chamber. Her nails were digging into her arms, stabbing at bruises that hadn’t even begun to heal. ( Was he serious!? What a joke!! )
“You’re so fake! Everyone says I’m the one who’s fake, but it’s all of YOU! Two-faced assholes! You’re the worst of them all! Crying out about how you want to be a hero when in reality you’re so fucking selfish! Someone like you? HEARING me? Hahahaha!! What a RIOT!”
...
So that’s it. That’s... yeah, it’s coming back to him now. What Rise’s shadow had spoken about, what Rise’s own denials were... they made sense. They made a lot of sense and there’s a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach, something like shame because hadn’t he been one of those people too? Look at her as Risette and not as Rise, even when he first saw her face-to-face?
He swallows dryly. He feels the sharp edges of anxiety clawing at his demeanour but he attempts to keep calm. He has to, honestly, because he’s facing Rise--- no. No, maybe there’s a better way to handle this.
“You’re right.”
A simple start. A level voice. Rise’s his friend, but on the surface level? She’s like a customer. She’s upset because of something he did and he has to right his wrong no matter what in order to make her feel better. The price for him right now isn’t money, though, it’s Rise’s goddamn sanity and some sense of self if he fails and so he tries to treat this like a Junes situation in order to achieve something at the very least.
“You’re right. I mean, I’ll admit it! You were... Risette is someone I like because of how the media presents her. I like her ‘cause of her looks, how cute she is and how adorably she sings. Now... well, during our time in Inaba, I learned you’re not just her... you aren’t. And I’m sorry I never expressed that. I’m sorry I never truly listened to you.” He takes a deep breath, and affixes her with an attentive gaze.
“But I want to know the real you. I’ve always wanted to. But I never asked for an opportunity and that’s shit of me. So... tell me about yourself. The real Rise. I’ll listen.”
