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After wealthy military student Senne Friis deserted his post and became a fugitive, he discovers quickly that getting his cybernetics repaired is going to be more difficult than he imagined. Everywhere he turns, people want to either turn him in for his high bounty or disassemble him for parts, leaving him with no choice but to place his faith in a jaded mechanic out in the countryside.
Fulke Blomqvist just wanted to escape his past and live quietly away from the world he already gave up on. When a broken boy shows up on his doorstep carrying a letter from an old friend, he gets dragged back into a life he wanted nothing to do with.
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26 Jul 2026
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Asset Secured Via Field Mission by Spaghetti_Junction
Fandoms: ようこそ実力至上主義の教室へ | Youkoso Jitsuryoku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushitsu e | Classroom of the Elite (Anime)
26 May 2025
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Ayanokoji felt a tremor of satisfaction in the rear of his brain. This was good—if he played it right, Ryuuen would be a great asset going forward, requiring little investment. This was no time for hesitation. The stairs passed in an instant. He stood close to the door when he knocked. When Ryuuen opened the door, he slipped inside like he owned the place, leaving his shoes and staring at him heavily.
Ryuuen spoke first. “I wouldn’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do…”
“...Do you really think you could force me?” Ayanokoji slowly stepped towards him.
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All in all, he thought the field mission was relatively successful.
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06 Jul 2026
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Tamsy’s open eye flicks toward the sound. For a moment, he thinks he’s finally crossed over.
The sky above him opens up. Not literally, he knows that, somewhere in the rational scraps of his mind, but the light blurs and splits, and a shape forms in the haze, standing just beyond the foot of his bed.
Of course this is how it happens. Not trumpets or choirs or brilliant pearly white gates, but a quiet figure in a sterile room. Typical. Even his death is understated. He almost laughs.
A boy stands at the foot of his bed. Ash colored hair falls into his eyes, catching the glow and turning almost silver. His eyes themselves are wide and strangely luminous, red as fresh blood, stark against skin washed ghostly pale by the hospital glare.
An angel, Tamsy thinks, distantly. The drugs make everything feel possible.
“Are you here,” he croaks, voice shredded to threads, “to take me to heaven? Are you an angel?”
The boy startles, face turning pink. “What—no! I’m not—” He cuts himself off, scrambling backward a step, nearly tripping over his own feet. “I’m not an angel!”
____Tamsy never believed in angels until one appeared before his bed in the burn unit.
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24 Jun 2026
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24 Jun 2026
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"Uh... dude?" Enjin made a loose, unmistakable up and down jacking motion with his hand. "You know. Some 'me time’! Stroke one out. Whatever you wanna call it. How've you been getting rid of it this whole time?"
"I... meditate until it goes away," Zanka mumbled.
Enjin stared at him, appalled. "You what?"
"I told ya, I meditate," Zanka repeated, stubborn. "The Nijiku family doesn't talk about things like this. They say it's a weakness. A distraction. That if you ignore it long enough, it loses power over you. So I just sit with it until it passes."
Enjin ran a hand down his face, horrified. "Kid… you're telling me you've never jerked off? Not once?"
Zanka’s ears burned even brighter. He pulled the sheet higher, looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him. “Nobody taught me.”
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16 Jun 2026