#and metis having that mask too

[princekirijo]

Sorry for the random ask but I saw your post about regarding your opinions on the P3 casts personas and you said to share if anyone had any ideas so...I might have an idea as to why metis was given psyche as a persona??

Psyche is supposed to be a representation of the human soul (her name literally meaning both soul and butterfly, something that is often connected to souls symbolically. And also literally becoming the goddess of the soul) and Metis is all of Aigis' repressed emotions basically given form right? And emotions is apart of what makes a soul right? Kinda? So you could argue Metis is Aigis' soul(or at least a part of it) and therefore, she was given psyche since she is a representation of the soul.

Anyways those were just my thoughts, sorry to crash into your asks so randomly

OOOHH! Anon this actually makes so much sense I was really scratching my head trying to figure this out when it was right there 😭

I didn't know that her name meant soul butterfly and that she was the goddess of soul. I think I was too focused on the myth about her and Eros (how she attained godhood I believe) that I didn't think of looking at the name.

You're right about Metis though, I think there might even be a point where they straight up say she is a part of Aigis' soul (been a minute since I played the Answer) and even if they don't say it, they imply it heavily. So yeah her persona being a soul butterfly makes so much sense and also given Aigis has access to the Velvet room and that has heavy butterfly symbolism as well that makes so much sense!

Thanks for pointing this out to me anon :] I absolutely love talking about personas and I love hearing other's opinions on them so please you're not crashing in at all I love to hear them 🥰

[elle-p]

Aigis is tired. Exhausted. Not physically - she is still operating at maximum capacity. It is a strange feeling. Heavy.

The rest of what used to be 'SEES' must be feeling it too. She can see how Junpei droops, how Sanada's excited bouncing tapers. Only Metis appears unaffected, but that is only logical, for a machine similar to herself.

The resident of the 'Velvet Room' had given Aigis a request. She had asked her to have all Personae of the 'Death' Arcana, so she can fuse them together to create a more powerful Persona. This request was based on Elizabeth's observation that Aigis had tapped into the power of every Arcana sans 'Death'.

How cruel of her. Did Aigis realise what she was doing? Was her avoidance concious?

It doesn't matter. Aigis is a robot; she will carry out any task assigned to her.

Leaving the remainders of 'SEES' behind, Aigis steps through the blue door. Is this how he felt? He kept it secret. She doesn't know how to feel, to be privy to it only now.

The music she hears calms her. It is nice in here. The strange long-nosed man greets her, while the woman beside him recognises her purpose.

"Ah, I see you have overy Persona of the 'Death' acana in your possesion. I thank you; there's only one step left."

"Oh, yes. Um... then if you will?"

The cards spread out on the table. Aigis is... scared. Yes, that's what this is. That isn't what she should be feeling now. She's gaining more power. What could she possibly be scared of?

The burst of blue light fades. Aigis stands up, her guns primed to shoot.

It looks like any other Persona. All coffins and straps, but Aigis has seen worse. No. No, that's not what has her trembling.

She remembers. She remembers what happened, 10 years ago. What she faced. This is different, but the same. The same white mask, the same serrated sword.

How? She knows how. She knows what she did. She'll never escape it. Him. Them.

He never listened to her, did he? "I'll be fine," he'd said to her. "You're worrying too much." Not enough. Never enough. She'd caught them together, once. He was smiling happily, at some joke, at his prescence, she doesn't know. She'd been too preoccupied with removing him, getting him away from him. Dangerous. She was right. She was right, and he'd ignored her, and now he was gone.

Personae are emotions. This she has learned, each new one filling her with it.

What is this, then? It overflows. It's not fear. Not jealousy, not dread. Isn't that the worst part? Those are all her own.

She loves him. She loves him, she'll do anything for him. She won't let anything hurt him.

How silly. Such a small thing, yet it can bring anything to its knees. Death can be killed, a robot can cry, they can go through hell twice with nothing to show for it but corpses.

Aigis leaves the Velvet Room.

[azurillturtle]

home late. (laughter and light)

euny and metis, domestic fluff and established relationship stuff. honestly just wanted to write entry number seven thousand of euny being cute.

She loved her work. That was a given. It was a long-running joke—long-running in that it had persisted through generations of Convocation members—that those who occupied the office of Pashtarot were married to their job.

The current Pashtarot was hardly any exception. She knew how important her duties were, and she knew the honor and trust implied in being elevated to a seat among the Convocation of Fourteen. In times of great trouble, when she was asked to devote more time to her work than any might have thought reasonable or healthy, she reminded herself only that she had been given this office because her predecessor had thought her most suited for the role. No one else could take her place. No one else was qualified to render her judgments.

And so she continued to work, well into the night and early the following morning if it was demanded of her, and never did she utter a word of complaint.

…Even so, she devoutly hoped such occasions might be few and far between. She would keep to a rigorous schedule, but she would not enjoy it, and she would be exhausted by it.

The hand that she lifted to open her door was trembling. Pashtarot regarded it with bleary eyes. Tired as she was, she could only summon up a vague sense of dismay.

She was already home; she was nearly returned to her own bed. So repeating to herself, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The aroma of heavy spices washed over her like a tidal wave. Pashtarot blinked, stopping in her doorway. The unexpected scents and the surprise they evoked revived her, and she shook her head, trying to make sense of this development.

Coriander and cumin and turmeric. Had she ordered supper be brought to her suite? But no, she didn’t think that was the case. Rather than forgetting she had ordered, she would be more likely to forget to order in the first place.

That left… not many other possibilities. The only fact of which Pashtarot was absolutely, unshakably certain was that food did not just spontaneously materialize in one’s home.

She stood where she was, quietly thinking. Nothing and no one appeared to provide an explanation. Taking that into account, she pulled off her mask and hung it on the hook by the door. She brushed off her cowl and ran her fingers through her hair as she turned towards the sitting area.

At first glance, nothing differed from how she’d left it this morning. Then Pashtarot rounded the sofa and there she was: a small figure garbed in black, arms wrapped about her knees, head leaning against the armrest.

She was perfectly still and perfectly asleep. She did not react even when Pashtarot knelt down to study her, nor when Pashtarot raised a hand to the mask she still wore.

At the last second, Pashtarot hesitated. She dropped her hand, rocking back on her heels. To sleep with mask still on was profoundly uncomfortable—that much she could say from experience—and yet to remove Azem’s mask might be to wake her, and that she was even more reluctant to do.

With a quiet sigh, she instead settled down next to Azem. Azem did not stir even as the cushions shifted beneath her. Wherever her travels had taken her this time, whenever she had arrived back home, she too had been left completely drained of her usual energy.

…But Pashtarot did wish she had had the foresight to first remove her mask.

Pashtarot draped her arm across the back of the sofa, closed her eyes, and settled down to wait.

When Azem moved at last, Pashtarot too awoke. She had not intended to go to sleep. She could not begin to guess how long she had been asleep, nor could she tell from the near-complete blackness outside the window. Enough time had passed that she had grown stiff and uncomfortable; not enough time had passed to shed her exhaustion.

Even then, she was first to return to full awareness. Azem was still sluggish. She yawned hugely and shifted her weight across the sofa.

Only when her head fell to Pashtarot’s shoulder did she realize something was amiss and open her eyes.

Azem tilted her head back and stilled. Pashtarot could almost see her stalled thoughts slowly begin to start up again. “…Metis?”

“Good evening, Euny,” Pashtarot said gravely.

Azem nodded absently. She reached up to rub at her eyes, stopping when her hand knocked against the enamel of her mask. Her lips turned down in a small, puzzled frown.

Pashtarot took that opportunity to reach over and lift Azem’s mask from her face. As she had expected, Azem’s eyes were bleary and unfocused. An indentation ran down the side of her forehead where the mask had pressed into her skin as she slept.

Fighting the urge to smile, Pashtarot set Azem’s mask aside. She traced the lines in Azem’s skin with her thumb; Azem blinked again and leaned into her touch. “When did you return?”

“Mm. A few bells ago.” Azem spoke in the sort of vague, uncertain tone that indicated it had likely been more than a few bells and she was still waiting for time to catch up with her. “I heard… you were occupied. Hearings about the Peloponnesian conflicts. It seemed you wouldn’t be finished until late, so I thought to wait for you here.”

Azem yawned again. She covered her mouth with one hand, then raised it to brush across her eyes. When she lowered it again, she looked slightly more alert.

“It was to be a surprise,” Azem said. She looked faintly abashed, her cheeks tinted light pink. “You weren’t to know I had returned. Whenever your duties had reached their conclusion, you would come home, and here you would find me waiting—to welcome you back and thank you for a hard day’s work, and also to… to…”

Azem faltered and fell silent. Before Pashtarot had a chance to wonder why, Azem yelped, leaping from the sofa with such haste that Pashtarot had not a prayer of catching her.

“I brought you supper,” Azem said. Her eyes had gone wide, bright blue in contrast to the red flush that had spread all across her face and ears. “I thought you wouldn’t have had opportunity to eat—at times like this no one ever thinks of the Convocation, we’re human and have human needs too, and that includes such things as food and sleep—and you deserve something you like as reward for all your hard work.”

She was probably referring to the food. But when Azem looked at her like that—hopeful and pleading and somewhat in awe, as if she was still in disbelief at the relationship they shared—Pashtarot was again reminded that what she “liked” the most was not so complicated as all that.

“Yes, I noticed the supper,” Pashtarot said. It would have been more difficult not to, when the smell of spices had so thoroughly permeated her residence.

Azem swallowed. Her hands fiddled restlessly at her robes, tugging the fabric between her fingers. “Did you already eat?”

Pashtarot shook her head slowly. “Not since noon, and not since returning home. It would not be meet to partake of a surprise supper unaccompanied by the one who prepared the surprise.”

Azem exhaled a small, relieved sigh. She straightened up. Already a smile was blossoming across her face. She nodded firmly and turned towards the kitchen, where the food was still kept warm in stasis. “I’ll set the table, then! You stay there. You’ve worked hard enough today. I’ll call you when it’s all ready.”

“Euny—” Pashtarot began, because she had reason to suspect Azem had worked just as hard and was equally deserving of rest. But Azem was having none of it; already she was trotting away, all her attention diverted to readying their supper.

There would be no arguing with her. Slowly Pashtarot settled back against the sofa cushions to wait.

She still did not know what time it was. She suspected it was well past midnight. In any event, it was far too late for supper.

But as she listened to Azem patter about their kitchen talking to herself, Pashtarot smiled, and she raised no protest.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Deaner '89 (2024)

Despite being Canadian, I’ve never seen Fubar and hadn’t heard of Paul Spence before receiving tickets to a screening of Deaner ’89, meaning I had no idea what to expect from the film. I went to see it because I had tickets, not because the plot synopsis sounded enticing or because the trailer made me think “This will be hilarious”. In fact, I went in with low expectations. To my surprise and delight, this is an excellent comedy. Beneath the big laughs, clever gags and memorable scenes, there are some poignant bits of drama; emotions so genuine I think Spence (who both writes and stars) should consider doing more than comedy in the future.

In this mockumentary, metalhead Dean “The Deaner” Murdoch (Paul Spence) looks back at his unlikely rise to fame. His story begins in 1989 when teenage Dean was a small-town hockey all-star poised for the big league. One day, he receives a trunk from his late father. Inside the trunk covered in pentagrams and 69s, Dean finds a cassette that introduces him to the music of Dokken and the world of heavy metal.

As the film begins, Dean tells us that he suffered from some overactive gland/hormonal imbalance as a child. This is why he looks like he’s in his late 40’s (complete with a mustache) despite being in high school. That’s a sign this movie really isn’t taking itself seriously - all for the better. The jokes throughout vary quite a bit, from wild overexaggerations (such as when Aunt May, played by Mary Walsh, introduces Deaner to the bass) to wordplay between Deaner and his girlfriend’s jealous ex (“I’d give you the finger, but I’m saving it for Kitty!”) to weird moments of father-son bonding and plenty of surprises from that trunk. A motorcycle gang wants Deaner to throw a big upcoming hockey game so they can make money off of the bets people make on it, which introduces danger (sort of) and car chases (surprisingly well done for a small production), Kevin McDonald has a small but memorable part as the school principal and the interactions between Deaner, his adoptive father, Glen (Will Sasso), his adoptive mother, Mirna (Lauren Cochrane) and adoptive sister, Jen (Star Slade) also provide many unexpected laughs.

The family scenes, in particular, are significant. Along with the many jokes the film has queued up, there’s a subtle undercurrent of sadness. Both Dean and Jen are adopted and neither know of their Aboriginal roots. Glen and Mirna aren’t being malicious when they tell their children “Just tell those kids who tease you that you’re not Indian”; they’re doing what they think is best. They would have continued with that attitude had Dean not received that trunk from his late father. You understand why; society told them that was ok and their adoptive children’s biological parents didn’t want them. Deaner ’89 talks about the heritage many metis or Aboriginal people have lost or don’t even know they have but it mixes it in with a lot of humor, which makes it ring true despite the ridiculous events within the story. This makes it a celebration of culture and an acknowledgment of Canadian First Nations people’s reality without being too heavy - we’ve got plenty of drama movies for that.

In terms of criticisms, I’ll point you towards some jokes that don’t quite work, or are funny, but don’t quite fit in. At one point, for example, we meet the leader of the motorcycle gang that’s constantly hounding Deaner and he always wears a Halloween mask. Why? So eventually, their identity can be revealed. When you realize who it was the whole time, you won’t believe it… but why were they wearing a mask? There aren’t a lot of headscratcher moments like that, but there are a few.

Deaner ’89 is one of the biggest surprises I’ve seen in a while and it ends on an epic note. There came a point where I was laughing, but unsure how the story would end. This is all told in flashbacks. We know Dean became a successful musician… but how? The answer is clever, it uses the running time to its advantage and will leave you laughing through the end credits. While there may be farts and other juvenile bits of humor in Deaner '89, there are plenty of clever moments too. Even if it doesn't sound like your kind of thing, I'd take a chance on it. Deaner '89 quickly won me over and I won't be the only one. (theatrical version on the big screen, August 22, 2024)

[metamoonshots]

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[sir-skeletal]

Large swaths of North American society DOES see lgbt people who make an effort conform to societal standards as a regular person who just happens to be trans, gay, etc.

The issue comes from those radicalized against the lgbt (for various reasons, good and otherwise), and those in the lgbt who are radicalized against the rest of society (for various reasons, good and otherwise).

The big problem comes from the simple fact that general society VASTLY outnumbers the lgbt people, and the radicals on both sides detest the peace makers who seek to smoothly integrate lgbt people into the wider culture. It is within every lgbt persons best interest to support these efforts, because North America is NOTHING like the truly unaccepting parts of the world, but we are growing more unstable and hateful by the month.

I'm bi, and i don't want to get euthanized because i want a dick up my ass. I am a normal person by general social standards.

I'm used to people on both sides of the political spectrum hating me, and that's because I push for the minority group which I am a part of to culturally integrate instead of 'embodying queerness' and turning their sex life or being mtf/ftm into a personality type.

The post is right that 'cis people who identify those who sit outside of their definition of normal, will not view them as such'. However that goes for literally every group of humans. Lgbt people view me as aberrant because i don't hold the same values as them. Native people don't like me because 'you're too white to be Metis'. White supremacists hate me because I have native heritage. Maskers call me a nazi because i pointed out that the general face masks didn't do shit and if they wanted protection they needed N95's. Wackjob naturalists thought i needed to be converted because I understand modern medicine can be more potent than herbal remedies.

Literally every human group has a view of what is normal, and they see those who fall outside it in a dimmer light than those who do seem normal.

Lgbt people are a minority who have gotten far more acceptance in public, private, and very strong legal protections; thanks to the straight cis people so many of us love to mock and openly hate. We got this acceptance and protection by challenging laws, and far more importantly, cultural outreach.

If we keep doing things that show we have no interest in joining hands with them, or worse continually defend those who openly provoke and radicalize others against us, we can and will loose what we've gained.

The vast majority of North American lgbt people have never experienced true oppression. I hope it stays that way.

Accidentally stumbled upon a radical feminist blog who reblogged a post from a lesbian who cried about being described as weird (“queer”)

So she went on a rant how she wants to be seen as normal, how she wants to be seen as just a lesbian, a normal lesbian with normal hobbies and a normal appearance, and she believes calling people “weird” (queer) was homophobic

I’ve seen antis ask or push for the same

“Why can’t you be normal (like me?)”

“Why do you have to be weird?”

“I’m freak free/I’m not weird, I’m x!”

And I can’t help but wonder how they can’t see that this push for normalcy isn’t going to help anyone… because society is never going to see people who don’t fit cis people’s “standards” as “normal”

👀👀👀👀

[renegadewangs]

Thoughts on Bobby Fulbright?

SO MANY! SO MANY THOUGHTS! YOU CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE THESE THOUGHTS I HAVE!

Spoilers for Ace Attorney, Dual Destinies!

I mean... Okay, those who've been following my Tumbles for a few years already will know that I was caught in the Blackquill-Fulbright-Phantom-focused side of the fandom for a long while. Like... 500k fanfic series kind of while. So yeah, I had a lot of time to think about both Bobby Fulbright and the Phantom, because I consider them two different characters. (It's for that same reason that whenever I say I ship Blackbright, I absolutely don't mean I ship Blackquill with the Phantom.)

I think if 'Bobby Fulbright' had been introduced without Blackquill as his partner, his character would have fallen flat very fast. He's very similar to Gumshoe in a lot of ways. It's not a 100% similarity; he has a few unique quirks and approaches to crime scene investigations, but.. It's his dynamic with Blackquill which makes him stand out. If he hadn't had that, he wouldn't have made much of an impact at all. Hearing him talk about how he has Blackquill writing a self-reflective essay, or finding out he went for a stroll with Blackquill in the middle of a trial... That sort of stuff is comedy gold. Don't even get me started on their hilarious back-and-forths in court- OH, and how Blackquill starts off despising him, but by case 4 they're so in tune that Blackquill only needs to whistle or jerk his head for Fulbright to catch on to what he should testify about next. You can see their relationship evolve throughout the cases, you can see their bond grow stronger, which makes the reveal all the more impactful.

Because then we get the Phantom. If the player didn't like Bobby Fulbright very much anyway (because let's be real, that will always be subjective), it won't matter too much to them. 'An obnoxious character turned out to be a villain, oh well! That's Ace Attorney for ya!' But if you're like me and you grew attached to Fulbright, this reveal gets you. I think what hurts most isn't the notion that 'Fulbright was evil all along', because that's not quite what this twist is. The twist is that you, the player, never interacted with the real Fulbright. You never got to know him. He died a year before the last case- presumably killed (though they never confirm the Phantom killed him, but it's certainly implied)- and all we're left with is this mockery of a person.

The Phantom is the opposite of Fulbright in a very clever way. See, Fulbright is overly emotional and perhaps a bit invasive (by which I mean loud), but ultimately a non-threatening figure you can easily interact with as the player. He's like a big, whimsical teddybear and a bit of a doormat. Even our protagonists kind of take advantage of him and manipulate him into helping them out. The Phantom, on the other hand, is impossible to read, very withdrawn and extremely intimidating. It isn't until you're facing the Phantom in court that you begin to notice just how big this person is. You're told they can jump incredible distances over an abyss because they feel no fear, they have these curious little spy gadgets and their face- the face we thought we were familiar with- is just a constant, eerie deadpan. The twinkle in their eyes even goes out at one point. This emotionally detached, uncaring void is the character we've been talking to this whole time, and it turns out they've been manipulating us all along.

Whether it's a waste that we never find out who the Phantom really was is debatable. I'm sure we were all very curious to see just what lay beneath all the masks, but on the other hand... Isn't it more fun to imagine for yourself? The Phantom's real identity is ~free real estate~! Plus, there's a bit of poetic justice to be found in the fact that nobody, not even the Phantom themselves, will ever find out. This game wasn't about that, after all. It was about cornering the real killer of Metis Cykes (and Clay I guess) so that Blackquill could finally go free again. Whether the real killer can come to terms with their own identity or not is inconsequential.

So yes! Those are my thoughts!

[kationella]

Persona Roleswap AU

Basically a protag/antagonist swap

Persona 1

Kandori is the director of the japanese branch of SEBEC, however he isn't interested in becoming god or anything like that. Just doing his damn job and better the world using his gifted intelligence.

That changes when he discovers that two of his workers (Setsuko and Dr. Nicholai) have been building the DEVA System (a scrapped project) behind his back. When he tries to stop them, Kandori is attacked by a little boy and transported to an alternate version of Mikage-cho. He awakens to his Persona and must work with a bunch of teenagers (including Kazuya Toudou) to set things straight. That is, if this shadow version of himself doesn't kill him first.

What is this place? Who was that little boy? And why are his workers answering to this mysterious teenager?

Persona 2

Jun Kashihara lives a normal life as a third year student at Sevens. Said life comes to an end when the enigmatic Ace targets him and two other teens.

Allying themselves with photographer Yukki and his father's assistant, Sudou, they must discover the truth behind the Masked Circle before they kill them. Lady Scorpio, Prince Taurus, King Capricorn and Queen Cancer won't make their job any easier.

What is the Oracle of Phoebus? Why is Ace targeting them? And why does he get a headache whenever he thinks about him?

Persona 3

Ikutsuki always thought that something was wrong in the Kirijo Group, but as far as he's concerned, his job is to focus on training SEES to fight shadows in order to end the mysterious Dark Hour.

However, now they seem to face a threat in the form of Strega: a deadly group of four teenagers set on bringing forth the Fall. This seems as a good time as any for Ikutsuki to awaken to his Persona.

What is the truth behind the Kirijo Group? Who is Metis? And why is Strega's leader so powerful?

Persona 4

Adachi has been working in this backwater town for some weeks now. This monotone life changes when teenager Chie Satonaka is found dead with no killer in sight. Soon after, Yosuke Hanamura is found dead as well.

With the help of Ryotaro Dojima, Saki Konishi, Yukiko Amagi, Kanji Tatsumi, Rise Kujikawa, Naoto Shirogane and the enigmatic Teddie, Adachi must solve the Inaba murders before any more lifes are claimed. Well, they say its always the quiet ones.

Why did he receive this power? What lies beyond the fog? And who is the killer?

Persona 5

Considering his orphan status and less-than-stellar life, its a miracle that Goro managed to gain a scholarship at Shujin Academy. Too bad his first day isn't what he expected.

Taking the identity of Crow, Goro must lead the Phantom Thieves in their quest to steal the hearts of the rotten adults. And maybe figure out what Kurusu's deal is. Who knows? Maybe he will learn more about his father's identity in the way.

Who is causing the mental shutdowns? What lies in the dephts of Mementos? And why is the Detective Prince targeting them?

[voidstilesplease]

In light of a recent discovery, here's another demigod au ficlet :)

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It's not that Theo is jealous, he's not, but it's getting annoying how closely Stiles is studying the head counselor for cabin seven, Apollo's cabin: Brett. 

They're gathered around the nightly bonfire, passing chocolates and roasted marshmallows, as they listen to Brett playing the lyre. The instrument is a gift from Lord Hermes to Brett after a fruitful quest (just as Hermes gifted the first lyre to his brother Apollo to appease the sun god of the former's thievery - yes, Stiles, Theo listens to your lectures, thank you). Brett plays the instrument well, and he carries a decent tune to accompany it, all right, but there's no need to stare at his fingers on the strings, is there? It's starting to get to Theo's nerves, honestly.

When Stiles absently takes the s'mores that Theo hands to him, Theo snaps. "What's so captivating about Brett?" He tries to sound curious, but he can't mask the edge on his voice that gives him away entirely. "You've seen him play with instruments before."

Stiles sends him a curious glance, picking up on Theo's tone and then back to Brett's performance. He takes a bite of his treat, smearing the corners of his lips with sticky mallows and graham crumbs. "The strings are glowing, idiot," Stiles says without heat.

Theo scowls at the name-calling but reaches out to clean the smudges from Stiles's face anyway. Stiles mutters a soft thanks and gives Theo a small smile before carrying on with his observation.

When Theo begrudgingly turns and watches Brett strumming the lyre, there are indeed different colors glowing from the instrument as the Apollo boy plays. And if Theo pays a closer look, there's also a pattern to these colors. He huffs. Of course, Stiles will be distracted by this. Something is gleaming, and it has hypothetical value he can obsess about later. Stiles is a goner.

So, his boyfriend is not, in fact, watching Brett or his fingers. But he's still paying Theo no notice, which is the pressing matter here.

"Are you going to be distracted the whole night?" Theo says through gritted teeth.

That makes Stiles drag his gaze back on Theo, squinting his eyes at his boyfriend. The orange firelight from the bonfire dances in his brown eyes as Stiles's mouth turns up in a playful smile, "You're so clingy,"

Theo's answer is a loud scoff. He swivels away, the fire burning just a little more on his marshmallow, detaching it from the stick to plop uselessly on the ground. Theo swears under his breath.

Stiles scoots closer to him, stuffing his food into his mouth and brushing the crumbs off his fingers. He slides an arm around Theo and pulls him close. Stiles props his chin on Theo's left shoulder and grins up at him, immediately forgetting the lyre. Theo continues to glare, dropping a small kiss on top of Stiles's nose before he reminds himself that he's annoyed. Theo still grumbles when he impales another marshmallow on his stick. "Next thing, you'll be asking Brett to teach you how to play it."

Stiles snorts, nuzzling the side of Theo's neck. Stiles is not the most openly-affectionate person, but on the rare occasions he is, Theo takes everything he can. Stiles swallows his food, smiling lopsidedly, "Are you saying I can't learn it myself?"

Theo rolls his eyes.

The reaction earns him a chuckle. "Anyway," Stiles says, turning to the bonfire. "It's just good music, Theo. Brett's dad is a professional singer, so that's why even his singing is not abysmal."

"Is that what 'god of music' is downplayed to now? A professional."

"No, not Apollo, obviously," Stiles sends him a flat look. "I mean his human dad."

Theo pauses, staring at Stiles, uncomprehending.

Stiles catches the confusion on his face after a moment and arches a brow, "What?"

"You said 'his human dad',"

A short nod, "Yeah,"

"I don't understand."

Stiles straightens, "Wait. You didn't know? Of course, you didn't. You're wearing your dumb look."

Theo glowers for the heck of it, "I don't have a dumb look,"

"You do too," Stiles tells him. "But yes. Brett is an offspring of a male god and a male mortal," he says it as if it is common knowledge. It isn't. 

It's not adding up inside Theo's head at all. It's like Stiles is speaking in gibberish, and the gears in his brain are creaking in an effort to translate. "How," he breathes out after a while. "How is that even possible?"

Stiles turns to him, unimpressed, and shakes his head. "I swear you forget you're half a divinity sometimes."

"But it's not-" Theo sputters, wanting to say it's not possible, but of course, it is. Almost everything is possible with the gods. He thought that going two years in this demigod business that nothing will surprise him anymore. But then information like this knocks him back to square one. He finishes with a loud exhale, eyes wide and in utter disbelief. "He doesn't have a mom? That's very weird." Theo manages to croak out.

Stiles whips his head sharply at that statement, narrowing his eyes dangerously. "I resent that," he says. "You saying that about Brett is insulting me too, you know, considering how I came to be."

Theo feels another breath is about to be punched out of him, "What do you mean?" His voice is embarrassingly panicked and desperate. "You have a mom,"

"Yeah, but do you remember who my mother is?"

Theo is almost offended, "Athena! The goddess of battle-" he cuts midsentence, realization dawning on his features. Stiles is merely raising his eyebrows, giving him time. Theo shakes his head, feeling a headache creeping upon him. "She's a virgin goddess." Lifting his head to seek Stiles's eyes, he flails with his one hand, a very Stiles gesture that he's quickly adapting, especially in stressful situations. "Then how-"

As Theo lets his question hang, Stiles shrugs, "I guess we never discussed this. But do you, at least, remember the tale of how my mother was born?"

"Zeus lusted after Metis, a Titaness and a goddess of wisdom, prudence, and deep thought. She was Zeus' first wife, but when she was pregnant with their first child, an oracle of Gaea prophesied that Metis' first child would be a girl and that her second child would be a boy that would overthrow Zeus, similarly to what had happened to his father and grandfather. Zeus took this warning to heart, so the next time he saw Metis, Zeus swallowed her and her unborn child.

After a time, Zeus developed an unbearable headache, which made him scream out of pain so loudly that the entire world heard it. The other gods came to see what the problem was. Hermes realized what had to happen and directed Hephaestus to take a wedge and split open Zeus's skull. Out of the head sprang Athena, fully grown and in a full set of armor. Due to the way of her birth, she became the goddess of intelligence and wisdom." [x]

Theo blinks at Stiles. Stiles blinks right back.

There's a quiet tension between them as Stiles waits for Theo to speak. Then, dully, Theo says, "You did not spring out of Athena's skull."

Stiles, for his part, looks a little bit sheepish, at least. He gestures at his siblings nearby, confirming, "We all did."

Theo doesn't know how long he gapes, but one thing is for sure: he'll never see Stiles the same way again. He's dating a literal brainchild - a gift. It's part astonishing and part ludicrous. And Theo thinks he just fell in love again.

He sits on the log, unmoving and stunned that he doesn't notice his marshmallow falling off of his stick again.

Theo feels a nudge from his right, prompting him to move. He snaps his mouth shut and turns, still in a slight daze, to see Boyd, son of Hephaestus, procuring a screwdriver from the magical tool belt around his hips. It's enough to clear his head, and Theo takes the object and looks at it uncertainly, "What's this for?"

Boyd smirks, making a twirling gesture with his finger, pointing at his temple. "So you can fix the loose screws in your head," 

Stiles doubles over in laughter at his side.

•••

Sometime later:

"So, does this mean we can have a child coming out of your skull, too?"

Theo barely misses Stiles's dagger.

~•~

[fizzysgayassposting]

See with aa5 I enjoyed it much more playing it the second time around . Cuz when youre playing it the first time, for me personally, everything clashes SO BAD . but like . When I played it the second time it made a little more sense. Bobby being the phantom makes a bit more sense [they were very bad with how they handled the phantom but there were little. thjngs pointing towards it. Like jinxie calling him a ghost instead of a yokai. Only caught it the second time around] but its still Not Very Good. But the theming in the game is pretty good. When you digest it separately from the rest of the game. Cuz for me at least Dual desfinies did a lot of things good and a LOT of things bad then tried to push it all together which made it horrible. I definitely didnt enjoy dual destinies as muxh as the other games [kinda dreaded it becuase of turnabout academy but. We got through it] but I do enjoy the characters and themes. Its by no means a good game and definitely Sucks Bad compared to its predecessors [pw trilogy] and its successors [soj and dgs], but it brings a lot of good things to the table. It wasnt scared to be a little more Out There with the horrors its characters went through [athena] and explored overall much darker themes than the other games which was refreshing. Edgy at times yes but still nice to see. The characters were also very fun [love you Athena and jinxie and simon and aura and sasha buckler], albeit some were forced [looking at you juniper. Sorry juniper. Clay too. Love you clay]. The theming in the game is also fun to think about !!!! The whole masking/corruption of power/losing loved ones slash best friends theme running throughout the whole game makes me lose it a little bit. Because maybe im letting the autism run wild but there are things there !! Corruption of power between Ted Tonate and Professor Means and Fulbright !! The masking of damien tenma and aura hiding behind a robot and Simon hiding behind his persona and apollo wearing the eyepatch !!!!! Apollo losing clay and aura losing metis, athena trying so hard not to lose simon and the academy trio trying not to lose eachother and Athena havinf to prove to apollo that shes trustworthy and that they can be friends and all the doubt between the characters it genuinely drives me fucking insane. Its a BAD GAME but I love it because I love picking it apart. With the previous game being all about trying to implement the jurist system only for them to get rid of it [and obviously, the jurist system wojld take a while to implement] but to completely forget about it? Wild. Personally I dont find the characterisation too odd but thats just me, I do agree its a bit wonky at times but not as passionately as some others might believe. Hate that they never gave us more to work with in relation to clay [he should have been in a case !! Or the dlc should have been about him !!! Something!!!]. The whole clay thing sucks because without us really knowing him even a bit the big BANG of the game loses its luster. Visual wise its dogshit the sprites r so bad. And the storyline is all over the place. And it was really badly written and they fucked up wifh the No Spoiler rule. And I wont enjoy playing it a third time I think. But my god it has impacted me as a person and I love investigating all the little details.

Anyways sorry op kinda used ur post as a change to yap ab dd . Forgive me

i need consensus bc not everyone seems to agree - I was super disappointed with AA5 aka dual destinies, and I felt that the writing just was lackluster and even bad in some places. the only good part of it was Athena and her backstory, and basically the first part of Turnabout for Tomorrow, before they fumbled the bag with the reveal of the killer just being so so so so fucking dumb and bad writing. literally every reveal of the killer and their motive for each case in the game just felt so dumb and bad. Most of the cases lacked any of the flavor that was in the first 4 games and felt myself not caring about a lot of the plots and the characters unique to each case because they didn’t give me good reasons to get invested. everything felt rushed and underwritten. I need to know if other people feel this way bc it’s driving me crazy and I’m so mad bc I love this series so much but this game blew it imo

[writesology]

Celtic this is all your fault

Extras mentioned in AO3 will be below the cut! And regarding the whole weekly update thing, I tried my best to keep to it, I really did, but it was kinda too much pressure and I got easily burnt out, so hope ya'll don't mind me updating when I can ^u^

The cart mentioned in AO3 ^^^

“Dedede, get off the cart.”

“Aww, but why? Riding on these is always the best kind of fun!”

Meta Knight sighed, landing beside the king. “The Dees and I came here to help you gather supplies for the construction of the Buddy Tower, not to supervise you as you act like an utter fool.”

“Mety Knight! If I didn’t know ya as well as I did, I woulda said ya hate me!”

“I’m very close to hating you if you don’t get off right now, challenge to Kirby be damned. I can very well fight him on my own terms without your help.”

“Ooh, is the esteemed Meta Knight passin’ up a challenge? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Hmph. Come on, we need to find materials and we will not find them if you are lazing about on the cart.” The puff unfurled his wings and began to fly off.

The penguin smirked, grabbing onto the handles at the front and looking at his knight. “The way yer wordin’ yer sentences, it’s almost like yer not strong enough to pull this here cart with me on it.”

Meta Knight froze, his wings flapping slower as he landed again and turned to glare at the king. “What did you just say?”

“I’m jus’ sayin’, maybe ya don’t want me on the cart ‘cause yer not strong enough to-” Dedede’s sentence was cut off with the warrior’s paws gripping onto the handle of the cart and a fiery glare.

��I’ll show you just how strong I am.”

“Left, Meta! All the wood is on the left!” Dedede held onto his hat as the knight flew through the store at record speeds, the Dees holding to the king’s fluffy robe and clutching various materials that they’d picked up, their eyes sparkling with joy.

“Your wish is my command, my liege!” The cart and its riders skidded to the left- somehow not colliding into a single thing- and the king whooped as they flew past the paints. One of the Dees reached out, catching the handle on a bucket of yellow and pulling it onto the cart. Another Dee hooked onto some blue, and the Waddle Dee clinging to the penguin’s hat somehow managed to gather a bundle of paintbrushes.

“Right, Meta! Turn right!” A Cappy jumped out of the way just in time, a look of shock on their face as the knight, king, and Dees zoomed by on their cart.

Meta Knight briefly turned to face them, his wings flapping as quickly as they could. “I can see it! You all get ready!”

“Ya got it, caballerito!” Dedede crowed, the Dees around him chirping happily- some hanging onto their previously caught materials and others getting ready to grab onto the incoming wood. The planks passed by in less than a second, the knight’s Mach-speed flying almost blowing them straight off the shelves, but when they turned into a different aisle and the king looked back, there was a big pile of wooden planks with Dees hanging all over it, all of them trying to keep it from flying away.

“Have we got everything?” The warrior shouted, the cart hurtling down the aisle.

“Everythin’ but the tiles, an’ those are comin’ in tomorrow! Let’s go!”

“Right, the checkout is just around the corner! Get the Deden ready!” Dedede pulled a large bag of Deden out from his coat and grinned, shooting a thumbs up to the puff. “And… now!” The cashier, who had just finished helping another customer, yelped as the bag dropped onto the counter with a loud thump.

“Keep the change!” The king hollered as they barreled out the door, the cart and its riders quickly disappearing from sight.

“There,” Meta Knight said smugly, stopping the cart and gently landing on the hood of the penguin’s car. “Was that strong enough for you?”

“That was hella amazing, Meta! We shot through that store like no tomorrow! I’m so happy I’m doin’ this whole Buddy Tower thing with ya, yer so strong an’ cool! I bet the Dees loved what we just did. Ain’t that right, Dees?” The Waddle Dees cheered and nodded happily as they started loading the wood and paint onto the car.

“Well, I’m glad it was such an enjoyable ride for you all. As for me, I’m quite sure my wings will be sore for days to come. I haven’t flown that hard in years.”

Dedede smirked, leaning closer to his knight. “Sounds to me like you’re gettin’ older, Mety Knight.”

“If you still want to build this tower, I suggest you shut up before I go back in that store and tell the manager whose fault that joyride really was.”

“Hey, no need to be so harsh, caballerito! Ya know I’m jus’ messin’ with ya, an’ as thanks, I’ll serve ya ice cream in bed or somethin’.” The Dees squeaked with a job well done before the king could say anything else. “Looks like they’re done loadin’ everythin’, so if ya can watch the car for me, Meta-”

“Say no more. Hurry back, or we’ll drive off without you.” The penguin flicked his knight’s mask in retaliation, and got up to take the cart back. As he approached the front of the store, he was greeted by the manager, as well as the entire staff.

“Great King, not to sound rude, but what the heck was that?” The manager asked in disbelief.

Dedede raised an eyebrow, something that technically he can't do because he has no eyebrows; just take that as a metaphor. “Well, excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me, princess! Was there somethin' wrong with what me an' my precious knight did?”

“The thing wrong, Great King, is that you scared our entire staff and half the customers in the store with that… ride of yours! I appreciate your patronage and all, but I would like it much better if you were never to come back again. You and Meta Knight both.”

“So we’re bein’ banned?”

“In a word, yes.”

“Huh. Well, we do already have everythin’ we need, so that’s fine by me! Jus’ lemme return this here cart, an’-”

“No! Just… just leave it there and we’ll take care of the rest. Please, I insist.”

“Great! Thanks!” The king waved and walked back to the car with a wide grin. When he got there, Meta Knight was already sitting comfortably in shotgun, the fifty or so Dees they’d brought to help all huddled in the backseat.

“You have that grin on your face that tells me I should be prepared for something dumb,” the knight said, looking at the penguin’s face intently. “What happened?”

“Ok, so hypothetically, if I told ya we’d jus’ been banned from this here store for what we jus’ did, how would ya react?”

The warrior blinked in surprise, then groaned. “Why did I expect anything else…”

[theoneprecioustome]

Memories Of Him (ENG)

The official Persona 3 FES Fanbook included a short story that takes place during The Answer. It was written by Kenichi Fujiwara, the same author behind three out of the four P3 novels (Shadow Cry, Owari no Kakera and Velvet Blue).

The story focuses on SEES sharing their memories of Leader with each other. Just like with The Catastrophe for Quiet Him, I only translated word for word the most important parts and (very detailedly) summarized the rest.

translation: @theoneprecioustome​ special thanks to Mizu at the Aikoto Discord for proof-reading!

The story starts with Aigis and Metis arriving to the school rooftop. It’s past 3 AM and Metis marvels about the view, but she soon runs into an invisible wall just like the ones blocking them from exploring the Paulownia Mall. Since the only accessible area is the path from the door to the furthest bench, Aigis just points to all the different places in the school.

When Aigis decided she wanted to show the school to Metis, the door that usually led to Paulownia Mall changed to reflect her will and took them to the rooftop. However, the school is empty because it’s past midnight. Aigis feels apologetic for that, but Metis tells her not to sweat it and guides Aigis to the bench, making her sit by her side. Since they’re the only people at the rooftop, Metis feels like she’s sharing a special moment with Aigis and is thrilled about it.

Metis smiles innocently and that makes Aigis remember the battle that awaits them, as well as fighting SEES to get the key.

—It was a difficult fight.

—If that person were there, that conflict surely wouldn’t have taken place.

Aigis gets a faraway look in her eyes as Metis observes her.

“What’s wrong? What is… making you sad?”

“I was remembering him.”

Him. After hearing Aigis’s whisper, Metis blinks a few times, her face clouding.

“This place…”

“Yes. Here—He fell asleep on this very bench.”

“… Why did you bring me here, sister?”

“When my friends and I talk about him, you look lonely. It’s because you are the only one who does not know him… Isn’t that right?”

Metis nods and Aigis muses that while no one meant to alienate her, Metis feeling lonely was unavoidable because she was the only one who didn’t share their past.

“That’s why I wanted to tell you about him here, where he fell asleep. However, if you are not interested, I won’t force you to—”

“I am interested! Tell me about him, sister,” Metis asks, seriously.

Aigis closes her eyes for a moment and goes through her memories, thinking back to that day 10 years ago. From the moment she sealed Death inside him, to the day he fell asleep.

Aigis starts talking.

When Aigis finishes her story, Metis looks down and confesses she feels a little angry. Confused, Aigis asks if she said something wrong, but what Metis tells her is:

“No, you didn’t say anything wrong. It’s just—you looked so happy talking about him.”

Turns out, Metis is jealous. But before Aigis can say anything, Metis adds:

“You couldn’t keep your promise to him… is that why you are fighting, sister? To protect that promise?”

The sudden and unexpected question leaves Aigis speechless for a long moment.

“I don’t think so. You can’t substitute one promise for another.”

“Then, why do you keep fighting despite all the hardships that entails?”

Metis does not look convinced.

“The people he protected… I want to protect them, too. That’s all.”

Hearing Aigis words, Metis tells her that in that case, she will protect Aigis. Aigis is thankful to Metis, who is like a child, and feels the urge to protect her. Aigis thanks Metis for being there for her, and Metis says that she’s the one who feels thankful to Aigis. Then, Metis says she’s feeling sleepy. She lays on Aigis’ lap and after a little while, her mask comes up and she falls asleep.

It’s around that time that the door opens and Yukari, Fuuka and Mitsuru come through it, carrying all they need to have a tea party. Aigis and the girls are surprised to see each other there. Aigis wonders how come they decided to go the rooftop at this time of the night, and the girls explain that they couldn’t sleep thinking of the upcoming battle and that they figured they might as well get together to share their memories of ‘him’.

They join Aigis and the sleeping Metis and set everything up. Afterwards, Yukari hands Aigis a cup of tea.

“Here you go. Since it’s just water, it should be fine.”

“Thank you very much.”

Aigis accepts the tea cup. The tea’s aroma makes her lips curl up in a smile on their own.

“You’ve become really human-like, Aigis. Just like I thought, it’s because of his influence, huh? I hate to admit it, but you were the one closest to him,” Yukari admits with a smile.

Sitting by her side, Mitsuru nods her agreement. “What he left behind is immeasurable. If you think about it, this very world is the heritage he left us.”

After Mitsuru’s words, the girls remember him in silence. But it doesn’t last long because the door opens again and through it come tumbling Junpei, Akihiko, Ken and Koromaru. While the girls brought tea, each of the boys has their own midnight snack.

Junpei tries to squeeze in with the girls on the blanket, much to Yukari’s chagrin. Fuuka however makes space for Ken and Koromaru, so all of them start teasing Junpei.

Junpei complains that everyone is being mean, and goes:

“If it were him, you guys wouldn’t be treating him like this.”

“Are you stupid? It’s not like he would be as shameless as you.”

After hearing Yukari, Junpei realizes he’s in trouble and hurries to change the subject. So, he ceremoniously invites everyone to share their ‘memories of him’ until dawn; the good, the bad and even the “erotic” ones. Fuuka is scandalized to hear that, and reminds Junpei there is a child among them. Meanwhile, Mitsuru and Yukari team up to execute Junpei, who begs them to understand he was just joking.

After Junpei’s execution, the night goes on without a hitch as everyone shares their memories of him with peaceful faces.

Once again, Aigis realizes how loved he was.

Everyone has been sharing their memories of him, from their encounter with him last spring, to their separation on winter. Sometimes the memories were met with laughter, other times, with silence. But they all continued talking amongst each other.

The sun is almost up.

“To be honest, I gotta confess I was a little angry at him,” Junpei says, lips pursed around his cup of ramen. “He just did everything by himself, and I kept thinking, then what the hell am I even here for, ya know?”

“Seriously. He just went and decided things on his own without talking to anyone. When he left us behind at the end, I felt like telling him you’ve got to be kidding me. I got angry, too,” Yukari agrees.

“He certainly had a knack for making and carrying out decisions on his own. That made him get in trouble in Tartarus more than once, didn’t it?” Mitsuru adds with a soft sigh.

Akihiko smiles lightly. “When you get down to it, it’s like he and Shinji were racing each other… Damn it, they both did what they wanted until the very end… They were both selfish bastards.”

“… But everything they did, they did for us,” Ken mutters.

Junpei lights up and says that he feels the miracle ‘he’ achieved was probably only possible because it was him, and no one else could’ve been able to do it. Junpei struggles to put his feelings into words, but Fuuka tells him she understands what he means.

Then, Fuuka turns towards Aigis:

“Aigis, no matter what happens, please don’t try to do things on your own. We are there for you. Don’t forget that.”

Everyone looks at Aigis, then. Everyone feels thankful to him, Aigis can see that. At the same time, Aigis can also understand that somewhere in their hearts, they can’t bring themselves to wrap their heads around the unfairness of the unavoidable loss they have had to cope with.

“Everyone…”

Aigis looked at each one of her friends, and then swore, “Yes. No matter what happens, I will be with you all. Now and always.”

As the sky starts to clear up, they strengthen their resolve to fight and see the sunrise of April 1st. Then, they decide to go get some rest and Aigis wakes Metis up. Junpei ends up getting on Metis’ nerves, so she chases him to the door. Akihiko and Mitsuru start walking towards the door as well, followed by Ken and Koromaru. Yukari and Fuuka make sure they haven’t forgotten anything, and then head towards the door as well.

“We should get going too, Aigis.”

As Yukari and Fuuka disappear through the door, Aigis too starts walking towards it.

(Aigis. It’s almost over, so do you best.)

Feeling like she heard that voice, Aigis halts before the door and looks back over her shoulder.

Across the bench, in front of the fence. He stands there.

As always, he stands with both hands in his pockets, a gentle smile on his lips.

Not believing her eyes, Aigis blinks ― There isn’t anyone there.

Aigis softly wraps her hands around the ribbon on her chest.

Inside the ribbon, in the most special place, are engraved her memories of him.

Aigis did not tell this to anyone else, it’s a memory that belongs only to her.

With both hands on her heart, Aigis smiles at that place where he isn’t standing.

―Don’t worry, I’ll protect everyone.

“I’m off.”

END

Apologies for any mistakes!

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

highlights from the past two weeks: new halloween-themed [stickers], finally made a [pinned post], and @daily-magolor did some lovely [coloring]!

I think I did something to bork the code cuz readmores don’t seem to be working, sorry! apparently the readmore is working now?? a mystery.

on [computer]:

@specterpants said: oh superb, hes looking up spaghetti recipes :)

I love that :> I bet he’ll find something really funky.

@jamiefooddreamerus said: I love your drawing. They always make me smile 😊

thank you! they make me smile too so I’m glad I can share that :>

on [sunflower]:

@bubblesthesanddragon said: #(◡ ‿ ◡✿)

that’s it, that’s the drawing.

on [nap]:

@your-local-neighbourhood-kat said: and we love to see it. goodnight gays~

this reply made me laugh, thank you :>

on [fence]:

@chad-garlude said: Name the bear mety Bebe

ahh I feel like there’s a reference I’m missing here >n< was it perhaps a precision strike by autocorrect that originally said metydede?

on [gender]:

@inexplicably-spookified said: it’s official!!! kirby’s gender is also Friend

also very accurate!

on [michaels]:

@jupiterlandings said: he wants to eat the beads and decorative rocks

kirby no, they have rock candy at the checkout we can get some of that! lol

@macro-microcosm said: I too am a Christmas bitch

@tripod-baby said: I'm the same op! I honestly couldn't care less about halloween I love christmas so much more

nice! absolutely! christmas has fantastic decor and food and music and presents and I fully understand if anyone is not into it but I super am!!!

on [michaels pt 2]:

@jupiterlandings said: what did he buy?? my mom would get me lindt truffles when we went there when I was small, I hope Kirby got a truffle

@angst-and-fajitas said: :D!! what did the lad buy?

aw, that’s such a sweet story, thank you for sharing!

he mostly got a lot of yarn, but after jupiterlandings’ comments on both parts he definitely had to get some candy too.

@joypara-gem said: me every fall season

it was just the right time of year for all the plastic skeletons to be directly at the front, you can very vaguely see one through the door lol

@here-comes-de-custard said: i bet he didn't pay for any of those art supplies

:0 that’s defamation! lol

anonymous said: kirby not wearing his mask at michaels 😔

he just took it off after he left, it’s okay! (I don’t get to go places very often, maybe once every couple weeks, so it doesn’t occur to me to draw masks lol)

on [kirbemon]:

@goosebytrade said: I love how kirb bellossom is just chilling over there. probably playing with the skirt

flippin the little leaves back and forth, waiting to be included but still having an okay time all things considered (that’s a nice mental image -u- )

on [pinned]:

@qwertyuiop-lkjhgfdsa said: HES DRAWING HIMSELF AND META KNIGHT IS A PORTRAIT AND SELF PORTRAIT ARTIST

he works hard at his craft! he draws his loved ones to show them their best parts, and that includes himself because he loves himself too!

[docholligay]

And herein lies the major difference between Caleb and Kat, which we’ve laid out before, that Caleb can pretend, and mask, and work within the society with which he’s been presented. That doesn’t mean he likes it, exactly, but he’s well aware that being the face of the law, and pretending to be on their side, and trying to work the system toward his way, is the best way he knows to help his people, and the cause of justice. 

I think people like Caleb get sort of a shitty rap in current online discourse, because working within the system as seen as a kind of betrayal, whereas sitting on your ass and talking about a revolution that you have no training for, ability to fight in, while begging off calling your senator because you have phone anxiety, is seen as morally pure. But while there are some of us who are Kats, in thise world--forthright and aggressive and willing to literally say what they believe at the cost of their own life--and Kats are very important, I think Caleb can be important too. Someone has to show up and start to move the Overton window, you know? I think it’s very often a thankless job, being the token, being the one who learns the system that is set up to hamstring you and doing your best to make it as fair as you humanly can, and as frustrating as I find Caleb, I don’t begrudge him that. 

And so that’s all he’s doing here, is acting like a white man lawmaker to save a fellow Native/Metis person. No doubt Kat would balk at the whole exchange, but while I understand that, i don’t know that I argee with it. Saving a life is saving a life, and sometimes it’s not fun or pretty. Caleb has a full mind on the social and political realties of the time, and he’s doing his godawful best, which is far far further than Kat was getting and would get. 

[askaceattorney]

Dear Jeffrey,

You have a very keen interest in this case for someone who is uninvolved, don’t you?  While most of it is still classified, I can tell you that the Phantom had a total of 16 masks, that he worked for a foreign agency, and that his sniper is still on the run, though the investigation into his or her identity is quite far from finished.  As for his motivation to kill Metis Cykes, the popular theory is that her research into his psychological profile brought her too close to the truth, just as you yourself surmised.

At any rate, I’m sure the press will be swooning over this case on any day we learn more about it.

-Miles Edgeworth

[elle-p]

During the Answer

Aigis is tired. Exhausted. Not physically - she is still operating at maximum capacity. It is a strange feeling. Heavy.

The rest of what used to be 'SEES' must be feeling it too. She can see how Junpei droops, how Sanada's excited bouncing tapers. Only Metis appears unaffected, but that is only logical, for a machine similar to herself.

The resident of the 'Velvet Room' had given Aigis a request. She had asked her to have all Personae of the 'Death' Arcana, so she can fuse them together to create a more powerful Persona. This request was based on Elizabeth's observation that Aigis had tapped into the power of every Arcana sans 'Death'.

How cruel of her. Did Aigis realise it? Was her avoidance concious?

It doesn't matter. Aigis is a robot; she will carry out any task assigned to her.

Leaving the remainders of 'SEES' behind, Aigis steps through the blue door. Is this how he felt? He kept it secret. She doesn't know how to feel, to be privy to it only now.

The music she hears calms her. It is nice in here. The strange long-nosed man greets her, while the woman beside him recognises her purpose.

"Ah, I see you have overy Persona of the 'Death' acana in your possesion. I thank you; there's only one step left."

"Oh, yes. Um... then if you will?"

The cards spread out on the table. Aigis is... scared. Yes, that's what this is. That isn't what she should be feeling now. She's gaining more power. What could she possibly be scared of?

The burst of blue light fades. Aigis stands up, her guns primed to shoot.

It looks like any other Persona. All coffins and straps, but Aigis has seen worse. No. No, that's not what has her trembling.

She remembers. She remembers what happened, 10 years ago. What she faced. This is different, but the same. The same white mask, the same serrated sword.

How? She knows how. She knows what she did. She'll never escape it. Him. Them.

He never listened to her, did he? "I'll be fine," he'd said to her. "You're worrying too much." Not enough. Never enough. She'd caught them together, once. He was smiling happily, at some joke, at his prescence, she doesn't know. She'd been too preoccupied with removing him, getting him away from him. Dangerous. She was right. She was right, and he'd ignored her, and now he was gone.

Personae are emotions. This she has learned, each new one filling her with it.

What is this, then? It overflows. It's not fear. Not jealousy, not dread. Isn't that the worst part? Those are all her own.

She loves him. She loves him, she'll do anything for him. She won't let anything hurt him.

'Love'. How silly. Such a small thing, yet it can bring anything to its knees. Death can be killed, a robot can cry, they can go through hell twice with nothing to show for it but corpses.

Aigis leaves the Velvet Room.

Actually going to share the things I've tried to write. I don't think they'll ever be in a state where I feel completely happy with them.