#&*' undetermined / arc.

[nocturnalazure]

[capaciityforpain]

@darklordsofskaro (✬)

It is too familiar. It's more familiar than anything he's seen before, in all of his centuries. It's something that haunts him, waking life and dreams alike, on those rare occasions that he sleeps. He doesn't like to show fear, but he feels it, feels the beating of his hearts increase as he steps back, as he reaches for his sonic, as though it can protect him. "When will you learn," he asks, "that there will be no extermination?"

[vuulpecula]

✖ @mistrdctr inquired: 55

spotify wrapped | always accepting ↳ 55. night channels - foxing

Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. He was going to die, and it was all her fault. Hands pressed desperately over his middle, trying to staunch the bleeding that flowed endlessly, Fox tried to save the life that was already slipping away between her fingers. Shredded muscle and sinew twisted with the tattered remains of his robes, weaving together around her incapable digits like a grotesque mockery of a cat’s cradle. Maybe with medical equipment, earthly objects from that life left behind, his life would be spared—but there was nothing. Nothing she could reach for or grab, no one to call, there was nothing she could do. The great Doctor Strange was dying and the world would be lesser for it.

“Please, please,” her arms were shaking as she begged for that tiny spark of something to appear. Concentrating, digging as deep as she could for any shred of healing power or magic or whatever it was. The shaking became worse. The edges around him, laying prone beneath her unlit hands, began to fade. Melting into a darkness she fought to keep back. Blood dripped from her nostrils, a splitting headache brought forth a spasm of pain, and still she tried. Frantic for anything and lacking in everything. There was no fighting the dizziness that sent the world around them spinning, meshing every color together until all she could see was black.

A deep red glow filled the space and from it walked a woman. Spine straight, moving unhurried to kneel beside the dying Strange. “We clung to our warp weighted loom,” she began softly. “By the time we were done, we were woven in. Such constriction from a self-made trap.” It was Fox and it wasn’t. She was different. Perhaps a little older, confident, oozing with the darkness of power, and looking down upon him with the softness of seeing an old friend. A hand, fingers sooty with darkness, rested over his wound. Again, a glow began, pulsing a deep orange where it had once been gold. The pieces of him that had fallen apart began to weave back together once more. Cells healing in a way that seemed wholly impossible.

With her other hand, she pushed the hair back from his brow. “And on these antlers, dry-rot cracks through.” As if he was crowned or meant to be. This Fox, she glanced to the other beside him. Unconscious and incapable. “I left myself too open for you,” she reflected before turning her attention back to him. “So, by now I know what decay is.” There was a sadness in the way she said it, as if all three had been connected in some mysterious way that had led her down the darker path. The corrupted path. Wanda Maximoff was not the only witch tempted by that which she could not have.

“I’ll lay on waves until the night channels end,” Fox stated, as if telling him where she would be. Where he could find the beginning to the end that would not come for him. Not now, at least. She leaned close to him, his body nearly healed completely beneath her hand. “Future love,” she whispered against the shell of his ear. “Don’t fall apart.” As quickly as she had come, she was gone. Disappearing into the fading glow like a figment of a twisted imagination.

[runeshield]

❛ so, what's it like? ❜ she's leaning across the table just a little too far, braced on her elbows with her chin propped in the palms of her hands as she watches @opyre. staring, studying, ever the engineer in her scrutinizing gaze despite the vibrancy behind her eyes. ❛ flying, i mean. being able to go higher than the clouds and all that. do we really look like ants from up there? ❜

[ripmaxine-archive]

@corrodead ( d. henderson ) left an offering :

‘  sometimes u just have to say ‘ tragic ’ and move on .  ’

she  can’t  blame  him  for  laughing .    max  is  sure  it’s  a  comical  sight ,    mouth  slightly  agape  in  shock ,   a  cone  in  her  hand  and  a  fat  scoop  of  cherries  jubilee  on  the  ground .    for  a  moment ,    she  almost  considers  grabbing  it  and  pretending  it  never  hit  the  ground  —-  until  dustin  pipes  up ,    laughter  still  floating  through  his  words .   ‘  i  don’t  want  to  say  tragic  and  move  on ,   i  want  my  ice  cream ,  ’   the  redhead  grouches ,    scowl  etched  into  freckled  features  despite  the  first  instinct  being  to  laugh  along .   ‘  shit .   i  was  really  excited  about  it ,   too !  ’

[shizukateal]

Mom went to see the barbie movie with my two siblings. She liked it a lot, found it extremely funny and related to it, which is good! especially since she didn't have high expectations for it originally. However she also said that the movie applies more to her generation than the current one (she was born in the 70s) because she thinks feminism is more prevalent now and I'm... not sure how to feel about that, chief.

[hillrun]

i took the image of a burning image into my heart. / aesthetic .

cassandra climbs the palace steps unprompted. / character study .

guilt is a woman & she's walking on her knees. / musings.

gods of slaughter‚ i've always been your favorite daughter. / fc.

i'll make a fist. i'll make it count. / arc iii fc .

everywhere she ran‚ she found she was already there. / ic .

in her eyes‚ home has always been burning. / hc .

bad daughter‚ freedom fighter. / arc undetermined .

i still dream about my childhood room. / arc i .

i'm afraid that i'm sisyphus and i will never rest. / arc ii .

i buried a hatchet‚ it's coming up lavender. / arc iii .

it's a cruel summer. / fear street verse .

rip icarus‚ u would have loved redbull / shitposting .

[capaciityforpain]

Did he have a type? He supposed he did. He liked people, which didn't mean just anyone, didn't mean people as a whole, but people who were...average. People who were simply people. He liked those who were utterly, wonderfully average. That wasn't so much the point, though. He was being taunted with it, he knew. Of course he did. Everything the Master did was a taunt. "At least I try to keep them safe." He would always try to keep them safe. He doubted that the Master did anything to keep Dylan safe, but perhaps that was too bitter.

Of course he knew that people died. People always died. It was more than that, though. People died, yes, but people died around him. He wasn't sure if it was his fault, or because he was simply drawn to circumstances that were dangerous, but either way he didn't like it. He didn't like it, and he was certain that the Master would always be willing to hold it over him.

He wasn't surprised by the other Time Lord's opinion on traveling with people. Where the Doctor saw friends, he saw baggage. "Don't you get lonely?" he asked, though he was certain he knew the answer. There was no accusation in the question, but only genuine curiosity. He did wonder if the Master felt the things that he did, the things that people felt. He had to, didn't he? He had to feel. Sometimes, though, he wasn't so sure. He hoped he did, but he doubted it, really. Any part of him that had once felt was, he thought, long since died off.

His eyebrows rose as the Master continued. There had been something, he thought. Something had clearly happened. Maybe it was Dylan, or maybe it wasn't, but he doubted he would know. He was surprised that he'd ever thought about anyone's feelings. "You have been busy," he commented lightly. "Are you talking about Dylan? Or was there someone else?" Again, he doubted he'd tell him, but he wanted to know. He was a curious man by nature, and that extended to the Master. He wanted to know about him, and he would take advantage of it while he could. He doubted this would last much longer, after all.

He was right that he was always watching. He was always going to be watching. He might lose track of him now and then, but he would always try, and he would always find him again. No matter what, he would always find him again.

"Am I supposed to trust you? I keep my word, but you have broken yours." How was he supposed to trust him after everything that had happened? After all of the times they had broken one another's trust, after all of the pain that they'd put each other through? He tried, though. He tried to keep his word. He tried, even for him, to be honest.

“Oh, we both have types don’t we? Some you find in the middle of nowhere and others you offer to travel with you. Some refuse and some die. I know, Doctor. You try to keep them safe, but most of the time you can’t. You can’t keep them safe because they want to do things themselves.”

The Master knew that people died - that companions had either died or left. He remembered how brave or rather, foolish Martha Jones was. She left as well, but then again? It was the Master who created that year and it was the Master who pulled the strings. It was a great feat, but was it his greatest? Most likely not.

That would come later, much later.

“I won’t deny that it’s better to travel alone. No one you have to look after or drag away from something they very well shouldn’t get near.” There was a roll of his eyes. “It’s…. extra baggage. Sometimes it’s worth while and other times it is not. Either way?” There was a shrug of his shoulders. “They’re not something you can get rid of easily.”

“They attach to you and suddenly you’re thinking about their feelings.” There was a pause. “Suddenly you’re taking them to the birth of worlds and the signing of important documents. Next they’re telling they’re going back to experience something - even though you told them not to. Then you find out they’ve been involved in so many paradoxes that you don’t understand one thing about them. In the end, you’re stuck with them ans suddenly wonder if they’ve been there the entire damned time. Always there, but I just can’t bloody well remember it!”

It was quite frankly, annoying that The Master was even talking about this, but he knew that it would have to come out eventually. Either one way or another. He just wasn’t expecting to talk about it to the Doctor of all people.

He moved to rub at his temples for a moment. “You’re watching like always. Sometimes, always a step ahead of me. You and that blue box of yours.”

“I give you an option to end this and it’s always about how you don’t trust me. You know what? I don’t trust you either. I don’t trust you further than I can throw you, but … I know that you try to keep your word.”

“Most of the time anyways.”

[capaciityforpain]

@ofcompanionship said: ❛ no! what are you doing? you fool! ❜ (👋)

↣ INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM

"I'm doing the right thing," he said, utterly convinced that he was. It was rare that he wasn't certain of himself, of the things he did, and he had a tendency to pretend even when he wasn't. Besides, his general rule tended to be that if the Master thought it was wrong, then he was probably on the right track.

"Stay out of my way." Not a threat, necessarily, but a promise. A promise that he would do what he had to, that he would go through him if he had to, but that he hoped very much that he wouldn't.

[runeshield]

she's stealthy as her profession as a ninja requires, not a sound preceding her approach as she moves up behind @blighteds, careful until the very last possible moment to pounce on him - the entirety of her weight threatening to collide against his back in one fell sweep as she attempts to wrap arms around his neck. ❛ got you, cloud! ❜

[stainedpast]

It is only natural for someone who has lived as long as he did to carry such a sentiment towards a youngling that thinks are already past being called as such. A sigh; he has to play the part anyway, so they are right. ❝ Yeah, yeah. The most alarming stage of their upbringing. ❞ He throws humorously, waving a little as if to dismiss their words. ❝ A mango flavor wrapped in a rainbow roll-up? ❞ His first teen-appropriate suggestion, or so he thinks. ❝ Or a baskin robbin’s banana-split? ❞ These don’t sound too bad even for their age— right?

₊🐜❜ ( @stainedpast said  〉

“ can i get her ice cream? ” -emrys (he’s respectful of the fatherhood like that)

"She's-" an amorous little chuckle escapes him at the sentiment, demeanor softening in appreciation in spite of the complete miss.

"She's one of those teens, you know, she might think you're babying her." he warns Emrys, shrugging thereafter to tack on, however, that: "you sure can try, though. Cassie appreciates a good scoop or two."

[ripmaxine-archive]

@kiltparty left an offering :

' this is a real rager . '

' that's ..... not really what they mean when they call themselves the party . ' max's amusement is obvious in the smirk that quirks the corner of her mouth , though she manages to keep any snickers from escaping . ' they don't really do the actual party thing . it's basically another word for group , i guess ? i think it's a d&d thing . '

[darksisterk]

If anyone is wondering why we got an entire season of Daemon Targaryen in Luigi’s Mansion (Aka Harrenhal), it’s because in Fire & Blood Daemon disappears for an undetermined amount of time and it’s quite nebulous as to what he was doing….therefore Ryan and Co. had to imagine what he could’ve been up to and thought a haunted, psychedelic arc was the perfect explanation. However, we know they are drawing parallels to Daemon and Aemond, so we better not be surprised when they make Aemond go through Luigi’s Mansion 2.0 in Season 3.

[capaciityforpain]

@doctorbrown said: i couldn't agree more.

↣ THE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE

"Thank you!" The words are dramatic and excited, but that was because he was excited, and it made him dramatic. No one ever agreed with him, though. Granted, it was usually because no one ever understood what he was talking about. This man, though, he understood him! "I don't know what's so hard for other people to understand about that."

[vagabond-umlaut]

paper planes

brother to fushiguro tsumiki. (unofficially adopted) son to gojo satoru and you. nephew to a host of sorcerer uncles and aunts. (unwilling) assistant to the white-haired idiot. and, finally, ringbearer at your and gojo's still-undetermined wedding.

one teeny-tiny boy with one too many identity is what fushiguro megumi is - until he isn't. with lots and lots of sniffles and sniggers...

▸ gojo satoru x fem! reader; established relationship; post hidden inventory arc; manga spoilers; proposals; adoptions; alternate universe happy for everyone except toji lovers (sorry ＞︿＜)

▸ two fics in a week, wow. guess this is what is called a brainrot, huh? read this post by @/mintmatcha on tumblr and started writing this lol. but the plot of this story is miles, tons, eons away from that post, i swear. also, this fic is set in the same universe as blue hawaii but you need not read that first to read this. treat this as a stand-alone if you wanna! 😊 anyways, gif, divider and characters ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"yeah, yeah, i've got it all planned."

a discreet eye roll is all megumi gives as he goes through the menu card in his hands. a little distance away, he can spy tsumiki and you seated at a table, you tying his sister's long hair into braids while the latter laughs, probably at a joke you cracked.

a tiny smile rests on the little boy's face at the sight - which vanishes when he feels a large hand tousle his hair. you had spent hours and hours righting his hair into a proper shape; why must this idiot always mess everything up?

megumi looks up to find his guardian looking down at him with a shit-eating grin; though he can clearly see the nerves it's covering.

idiot.

phone wedged in between his ear and shoulder, gojo mutters a "one sec, suguru," and crouches down to the boy's eye level. the latter gives back an unimpressed stare.

"decided what you wanna have, 'gumi? remember mom and sis there asked you to choose for them today."

megumi feels an urge to say you two aren't his real parents - but stamps it down instantly. the both of you have been as good as real parents can be to their kids - or maybe even better. the boy has read books, watched movies and listened to his classmates talk about their families; the tiny urchin-head knows.

with a huff, he points at the double chicken fillet burger box - it's tsumiki's favourite and you too don't seem to dislike it. with a nod, gojo rises and placing his orders, returns to the call, beaming expression again directed at megumi.

"yeah, yeah, don't worry, man," he speaks into the phone, then drops his volume to a mere whisper, "'my little kiddo here is a born actor. he remembers the entire plan, step by step - don't you, buddy?"

megumi gives an imperceptible nod, itching back to get back to the table. he already would have - needless to say, the little munchkin prefers your company to gojo's, way way more - but their orders have not been delivered yet and the boy promised to be-

a little tap on the shoulder draws him from his musings and he cranes his neck up to find gojo frowning. "no, megumi didn't want to discuss the plan with me before leaving. no, he doesn't like you better- hey," the man looks at him, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose revealing his indignant gaze, "you wanna discuss with uncle suguru one last time?"

an indifferent shrug is all the reply he gives.

while uncle suguru isn't the best uncle he has, he isn't the worst either. the others are- oh, wait. the others include uncle kento and uncle yu. they are literal angels compared to him. so... maybe... he is the worst... never mind. it's too late to back out anyways.

grumbling, gojo hands him the phone. "hello uncle," megumi greets just like you and tsumiki have taught him to. the man behind mutters something along the lines of ''traitor" or something; the boy pays him no mind.

"hey champ," the voice floats over the line, pleasant, kind and the way people talk to babbling babies. megumi's bored face turns irritated. "let's discuss the semantics one last time before boarding your flight, okay?"

"yeah, okay," megumi says, and casting a sideways glance at his bundle-of-nerves guardian, continues, "we're going to reykjavik," he looks at gojo, silently asking if he pronounced it correctly. the man sends him a thumbs-up with an encouraging grin.

the kid continues, "the plane will land at noon day after tomorrow, which is mom's birthday. first, we will go to the hotel. then, after resting, in the evening, we will head out in a car to watch the northern lights. and then-"

"-when it's the right moment, your dad will pop the question to your mom and you'll click the camera. got it, mr. future ringbearer?" finishing the rest of the sentence for him, the man at the other end asks, sounds of pans clacking and food sizzling in the background. nana-chan and mimi-chan must have woken up.

megumi nods. "yeah, got it, mr. future best man."

a chuckle comes in response to his comment. "you're a lot like your mom, y'know?"

"yeah," he mumbles, waving back to you and tsumiki, a little smile on his otherwise-impassive-but-always-adorable face, "i know."

"good," the man says, then pauses when a loud crash booms through the air and through the phone, a set of two wailing voices following it not soon after. megumi can quite literally picture the wincing frown his uncle is wearing as he says the next words in a hurry, "okay, 'gumi. talk to you later. bye, and best of luck! satoru's counting on his little assistant."

"yeah, thanks," he responds but is too late - the call is already cut by then.

giving the phone back to gojo, who's tapping his sneakers-clad feet on the floor, he looks back ahead, wondering when the hell heck their token number will be displayed and when they will get their food.

to the kid's great relief, it doesn't take a lot of time.

before long, the four of you are seated around the table, gojo stealing a sip from your drink and you stealing fries from him, all the while tsumiki giggles loudly at your antics. megumi smiles, before he hides it behind the burger which he takes a bite from.

the four of you really look like a family, don't you?

"hey, guys, can i have your attention for a sec, please?" your sudden question startles him from his mind. the boy turns to find you with your usual grin, albeit a smidgen of anxiety can be found in the way your fingers drum on the table.

megumi shares a look with tsumiki and gojo. they look as confused as he feels. "do i have your attention, people?" you ask again, manner growing a tad solemn unlike your usual, though the affection is still evident in your tone.

gojo and tsumiki nod immediately. you turn to him, gently smiling, "can i have your attention too, 'gumi? please?"

the boy nods his head instantly. "yeah, yeah. sure," he replies, scooting his chair closer to yours. you send him a relieved smile. "good, 'cause what i'm going to say next is very important. so, listen to me carefully, 'kay?"

all three of them are eager to nod in affirmation and anticipation.

scouring through your backpack, you retrieve a couple of pretty important-looking papers, and placing them back on the table, clasp your hands atop them. the kid spots gojo shoot you a worried look to which you respond with a reassuring smile.

the man's frown fades a little.

gaze now darting from one kid to another, you begin, "you two know, right, we love you very much?"

"yeah!" tsumiki exclaims, but is quick to fall silent when megumi shoots her a glare. you proceed, lips pressing into a thin line, "but we cannot adopt you two, in spite of how much all us want it to happen. we tried to, many, many times. but those higher-ups just won't let us do that."

a second passes - one wherein his young brain registers your words - before, lower lip wobbling, the boy casts his gaze down upon his light-up sneakers.

is this where you'll say he'll be sent to those zen'ins? away from his sister? away from you and gojo? away from all his uncles, aunts, nana-chan and mimi-chan?

megumi feels a hand card through his locks gently. looking up, he finds you with a soft smile. "but the thing is 'toru and i didn't let them defeat our purpose. we thought, you two can choose to be my clan's wards. not 'toru's, because of fucking - sorry, please forget i said that word - i meant, idiotic clan politics. so, what do you think?"

megumi turns to his sister, a pensive look plastered on her face the way it is on his. gojo adds, a tender smile in place of his usual stupid grin, "no pressure, kids. the both of us won't love you two any less and will be equally fine in case you choose not to."

"you guys can take how much ever time you need to think. there's no hurry," megumi hears you say, your warm hand rubbing circles on his back, as he turns back to his half-eaten burger.

a long moment passes.

passengers enter the cafeteria, they leave the cafeteria. the four of you remain seated, quietly munching on your food.

the boy finally removes his gaze from his now-empty tray and sends an inquiring, confused, hopeful look to his sister. tsumiki smiles back with a tiny nod. the little kid feels his heart burst with joy.

"we want to," the two of them answer in unison, and within a fraction of a second, megumi finds himself swept up in a warm hug alongside his sister, by you. "thank you for giving me, for giving us a chance," he hears you mutter quietly in a tear-choked voice. the boy simply pats your back the way you do to him. he soon feels another set of arms wrap around the three of you.

megumi thinks he has never felt happier or safer than in this moment.

a while passes with the four of you in this manner, enwrapped in an embrace, before you all finally pull away from each other.

the boy returns to his seat, rubbing his eyes. a minute passes in composing all of yourselves before you state, munching on another fry, "so, step one, including tsumiki and megumi into my legal family is done and successful. thank you, my loves."

tsumiki beams back at you; megumi returns a tiny smile. you grin at them - which, the kid watches, turns slyer as you switch your focus to your boyfriend.

the little boy stares at you, then stifles a snicker - he thinks he has a pretty good idea of what's gonna happen next. his gut instincts are rarely wrong, after all.

"but, 'toru..." you drawl, grin giving way to a smirk as gojo smiles back - perplexed but loving all the same. "for the step two, making you my legal family too, guess i need to wait to say 'yes' until the northern lights viewing two days later... don't i?"

a beat passes, then another, and another.

a loud gasp sounds from tsumiki. megumi turns to his dad - who's gaping wide-eyed at his mom now, the man's face whiter than his ugly hair - and smirks. just like the imp the goggles-wearing idiot always calls him at home, despite you repeatedly telling him not to.

gojo looks back at him, shock written on, engraved into his features.

"though i didn't really help you propose, i'm still the ringbearer, right?"

▸ masterlist

[fingerless-glovez]

Twisted Wonderland Vice Housewarden Persona AU

TW mentions of death

No beastmen, merfolk, or fae outside the Shadow World

NRC is a normal non-magic school in a modern setting (Either UK or US but probably UK)

Everyone lives in their own house 

^ Working title

To enter, you must find the places where the most blot from one person accumulates and dive into the ink

Anyone who hasn't been in the Shadow World can't see or feel the blot. The only exceptions to this is are the Velvet Room residents and Yuu, who unlocks the ability after their first interaction with Igor

Someone who can see the blot can bring those who can't into the Shadow World if they have physical contact while transitioning between worlds (ex: holding hands or bumping into each other)

Those who get sucked into the Shadow World are brought to a place that represents the state of their hearts (aka the dorms)

Think of the dorms as Palaces

They also change into their dorm uniforms and kind of wander around until they meet their shadow (overblot) selves 

They can't leave until they either die or decide to move on from whatever turmoil they're going through that brought them here

The shadow selves manipulate their real-world counterparts into letting them take control until they use too much power and die

The shadow forms become the overblot entities when they capture and take over their host

Once a shadow is defeated, the real world counterparts can leave, but they have to get out before the place implodes on them because the shadow is gone

When someone dies of overblot, their bodies return to where they last were in the real world covered in ink

This has been happening a lot recently, which prompts Igor to summon Yuu to deal with it

(WIP)

The squad is called the Vice Wardens

When they get their Personas their outfits change to their dorm uniforms 

Yuu is the wild card. Yuu's first Persona is either the Ramshackle ghosts. Their Arcana is the Fool and their weapon is a large hammer

They're a first-year transfer student that was found unconscious somewhere and has no ID or anyone to contact 

Leader of the Vice Wardens and, of course, the resident therapist 

Grim doesn’t have a Persona yet, his Arcana is undetermined, and his weapon is hand claws

Joins during the prologue

Grim is in both a Teddie and Morgana situation where he's a shadow but doesn't know it, and when he's in the real world he's just a regular cat that only the team can understand 

Trey's Persona is the Mad Hatter, his Arcana is Temperance and his weapon is a sword 

Joins during the Riddle arc

Before Kalim joined the squad, his house somehow became the team meeting spot. He did NOT agree to this arrangement

ESPECIALLY since his teammates decided it was more appropriate to climb through his window instead of knocking on the door like normal people

Ruggie’s Persona is Shezi, his Arcana is undetermined, and his weapon is undetermined

Joins during the Leona arc

Lives with his grandma and forgoes school to work and help support her financially 

Ruggie can’t afford to attend NRC, but he does sneak in to meet up with the others. And steal food from the cafeteria 

Gets his hyena features with his Vice Warden uniform

Jade's Persona is Jetsam, his Arcana is the Wheel Of Fortune and his weapon is a spear 

Joins during the Azul arc

The team weapons dealer. You give him money, he gets you upgraded artillery. Where and how does he get it? That is an excellent question.

Gets his eel features with his Vice Warden uniform.

Kalim’s Persona is the Sultan, his Arcana is the Star, and his weapon is a staff

Joins during the Jamil arc

Happy sunshine boy

His house becomes the meeting spot because it's super big and Kalim’s room is very soundproof 

Rook’s Persona is the Huntsman, his Arcana is undetermined, and his weapon is a bow and arrows

Joins during the Vil arc, but is involved with the Shadow World prior to that

This fucking guy has been following the squad into the Shadow World since Trey joined the team in the FIRST ARC

Dude is fascinated by the whole “entering people’s hearts” thing and even more fascinated the Vice Wardens

Jade is the first to realize that they’re being watched and the others are FLOORED when they find out how long he’s been following them

The only reason he’s not dead yet is because he’s a hardcore survivalist and always brings his bow and arrows with him

Ortho’s Persona is Hercules, his Arcana is undetermined, and he is the Navigator

Joins during the Idia arc, but is involved with the Shadow World prior to that

Works for STYX, an organization trying to study the blot and the deaths linked to it

Goes into the Shadow World to do field research by studying the Shadow selves and the Vice Wardens

His job is to buff, heal, analyze the opponent, and occasionally contribute in All-Out Attacks.

Being a robot, he doesn't attend NRC, but he does sneak in to meet up with the others.

Lilia's Persona is the three good fairies, his Arcana is the World, and his weapon is a cleaver

One Yuu's first allies and mentor for Shadow stuff

Joins during the prologue

Poses as a high schooler and transfers to NRC to gain access to the areas in the school that blot accumulates

Gets his fae features with his Vice Warden uniform

(Spoilers for chapter 7, scroll until the next image)

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Lilia was a wildcard that used his Persona powers to protect Briar Valley against a diety, but the diety decided to play dirty and manipulated the kingdom of Dawn to start the war, thus limiting Lilia from his fighting capacity.

Lilia's Persona was unresponsive due to all the changes in behavior and the mourning over the lost lives, but years later, he gained his first Persona back, weaker, when he decided to raise Silver. So with time, his Persona could grow stronger and Lilia could realize that his time as the lone fighter is over and that he needs to train the new Persona users to team up together and succeed where he alone failed.

^ (credit to @lowkeyclueless5137 for the specifics of Lilia’s backstory)

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The Velvet Room takes the form of the Mirror Chamber 

But instead of the Dark Mirror it's Igor 

Yuu enters through a coffin in the ceremonial robes

Ace and Deuce are the Velvet Room attendants

Ace’s Arcana is Strength and Deuce’s is the Chariot

They work together to do fusions, where Ace has his playing cards and Deuce has the giant book

Sometimes they fight and cause a fusion fail, which I’m sure surprises no one

Ace can often be seen in the real world hanging out with the team or annoying people

That’s how he meets Yuu, and Trey later on

Deuce usually stays in the Velvet Room, but if he has Igor’s permission, he’ll go hang out with Yuu

Deuce has some… issues

Due to some bad experiences in the past, he’s nervous about going to the real world

Basically: Unfamiliarity with human customs/social cues + People that really suck = Pent up anger that he sometimes loses control of

Yuu tries to help. Ace does not.

That's all I have for now. Ideas and criticism are always welcome! :)