#downtomyunderoos

[delusorydetective]

❝I do still indulge from time to time, don't get me wrong, though only in the privacy of my home.❞ After all, she had grown far to accustom to the older detectives and officers looking to discredit her at every turn, non wanting to admit they were bested by a teenager, never the less a teenage girl. For this reason alone, she strove to give them nothing, her private enjoyments would remain just that.

Phoenix Ranger? Of course she'd heard of them. Many of the Investigation Team themselves were fans of the series, occasionally attempting to drag the young detective along with them to a show or simply into a conversation. But why would he mention this now?

Ah. This must have been his way of extending an olive branch so to speak. An indulgence for an indulgence. ❝I am quite familiar, yes. My team have gotten together on more than one occasion to watch them, a few a fan of the series . . . and even attempted to have us cosplay as the troupe.❞

She was relieved to see Akihiko returned to his senses. She could fully understand his frustration with the situation, but now was not the time to give into the obvious trap.

❝It's alright Sanada-san. I would be lying to you if I had claimed the situation hadn't also shaken me.❞ Looking down the path, the detective prince believed she caught a glimpse of what could be the final door to the dungeon.

She nodded in agreement to his insistence of moving on, eager to escape this predicament herself, and yet . . . there was suddenly a part of her that dreaded the idea. Perhaps it was a side effect of the dungeon causing her to feel this way, but for some reason the thought of losing the memories of the clocktower were causing a tightening in her chest. Certainly it would behoove both groups to be able to regroup and make both of their plights that much easier to fac. But there was also something else causing her pause, something more personal.

This conversation, once it had truly begun was . . . easy. Sure, there were a few hiccups with the distraction of the dungeon, but when the two of them overcame the obstacles, the conversation was comfortable, easy. Something she rarely experienced when speaking with others, especially her age. And perhaps for the first time, Naoto felt someone saw her, understood her. Now she wasn't quite sure she wanted to lose that.

❝Sanada-san . . .❞ Naoto paused her steps, anticipating the tug of their joined hands to halt Akihiko's as well. ❝I would like to test a theory with you. While we have come to believe all memories of this place will dissipate once we are back in our own world, I wonder if some aspects may be tangible, as it seems the perils we find ourselves in are quite real.❞ Utilizing her free hand, the detective untied the ribbon from around her neck.

❝Perhaps a physical object can return with us, and in turn, return the memories lost of this place. Tie a ribbon around your finger to remember an important task, or something. It is a long shot, but with rare as Persona users seem to be, we should at least try to reunite.❞

It was unlike her to sugarcoat her true intentions when it wasn't involving an investigation, but the truth, she wasn't even quite sure about herself. This friendship, if that's what it was, was too complicated for her to express how she felt about it.

❝Take this, and if it works as intended, return it to me upon our escape. I will more than likely still be in Inaba.❞ There was the faintest of pink tints to her cheeks, which she attempted to conceal with the downwards tilt of her head as she placed the navy ribbon into Akihiko's palm. ❝. . . As well . . . as this may sound foolish to the others, for now let us keep all that has happened within this dungeon between the two of us.❞

Clearing her thorat, Naoto finally raised her gaze and continued ahead. She could only hope Sanada wouldn't take her gesture the wrong way, or find it foolish to even try and reunite upon their escape. As much as she disliked handing over the power, she would be leaving this in Akihiko's hands. Naoto truly did believe it would be for the best if both teams reunited, for better or worse.

The final stretch of path seemed to continue on for ages, until finally the large church door was in sight. Although, with this new visage also came the return of the Mechanical Voice.

The Long-Awaited Moment Has Come. The Bride and Groom Are Finally About to Enter. The Last Moment of Hesitation Has Arrived Before You Are to Be Wed. Through Your Own Free Will, You Decide to Vow Eternal Love To Each Other. Now, Open The Door!

Well, if anything felt final, this was it. Beyond that door was likely the shadow that was responsible for all the pair had gone through thus far. Even so, Naoto tugged down the brim of her hat to conceal her burning cheeks. Despite being one who had repeatedly reminded them both to keep their cool, that this was all a farse, the idea of marriage lying behind the door was far too much. There was no free will involved here. They had not chosen this.

Lies. These were all just words being spoken. This world, this situation, none of it was real. Even if somehow the two were forced to wed, their memories of it would be gone soon enough, and it wouldn't be real. Naoto simply had to remind herself of the facts.

A shaky breath escaped her lips as Naoto regained her composure. They couldn't let this shadow get the better of them. And of anyone, she was confident she and Akihiko would be the ones to remember that.

❝Steady yourself Sanada-san.❞ She gave their joined hands one final squeeze of reassurance. ❝It would seem this is just about come to a head. I hope you are prepared.❞ Blue eyes rose to meet Akihiko's gaze, a final nod to confirm that she was prepared, even if it would really just be the two of them. ❝Let's show them our true free will, and put an end to this.❞

Through the doors indeed was the final shadow of the dungeon, some sort of twisted priest, but also it seemed, their friends had arrived to crash this so called wedding. Some seeming quite eager to do so. And all at once, upon entering the Cathedral, it seemed their hands were no longer stuck together.

Perhaps it wasn't the way the shadow had intended, but it seemed the pair would be Destined Partners after all.

destined partner

// akihiko sanada (downtomyunderoos) & naoto shirogane (delusorydetective)

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[flightofaqrow]

i don't know your character but ilu

how’s my flying? ** always accepting

Iba I forever love you, my dear friend. thank you for poking in. I would make a persona verse in heartbeat if u would ever write with it 👀

he’s so old idk about actually giving him a persona, but he would basically just be like, the Mutastsu social link akjhkjsdhj.

[cheerfulfool]

@downtomyunderoos​

He was probably going to kill her if she didn’t get them back soon. 

“Senpai, how long have you had those gloves?” Had been the question. Minako was probably far from secretive about her intentions, but the fraying threads and scuffed leather told a tale without words needing to. She had caught him after classes, daggers from his fanclub boring holes into the back of her skull at her suggestion they walk home together. How silly to get jealous over dorm-mates. 

Still, as a newly appointed S.E.E.S. leader she imagined that equipment was as important as their physical health, and concern laced the redhead’s face at the quality of the boxing gloves hanging off his bag. Her eyes went to his hands, studying the skin on his knuckles for any signs of injury. The Fool was used to shrugging off any sort of embarrassment or awkwardness, especially in cases like this. 

How silly to get embarrassed over dorm-mates. 

And yet, here she was hovering outside his door, feeling awkward about just handing him a new pair of gloves. A thousand scenarios ran though her head. [You can’t fight Shadows if you’re injured!] [It’s what friends would do, of course!] [I was getting equipment for everyone!] But nothing seemed right. In a split-second decision to just hide the gloves in his room, Minako knocked on the wood softly in hopes he wouldn’t be in. Should be a piece of cake, right?

The door opened. 

“O-oh! Senpai, I didn’t know you’d be in.” Her voice was too loud, her laughter forced. “Ah, um. I was wondering if you could go over some of my calculus assignment? I think I’m missing something.”

That’s it, it was go time. Mission: Glove switch. 

[delusorydetective]

@downtomyunderoos​ continued from ( x )

Akihiko watched her quirk that came with wearing a trademark hat and welcomed the salutation only she could pull off, a calming yet kindling eye peeked out from beneath the bill. He gave a forgiving smile; while Shirogane didn’t notice the rain until it occurred, Akihiko didn’t properly acknowledge it until after. Her smaller presence modified the wet and drab atmosphere before he realized how the weather’s behavior — aside from dropped temperature — affected his impression prior, the rain’s drumming against the roof of his umbrella being white noise. Akihiko felt more solitary before, soon to be demonstrated in his response.

“Hadn’t thought about it,” he admitted, a slight shrug. “Since you brought it up, I wonder if I should now. Maybe it would help with strengthening our teamwork, but honestly whenever I participate in those kinds of gatherings, they always end as though they don’t… work out in my favor. To say the least.”

He gave a pathetic chuckle. Memories of embarrassing (some discovered through hindsight) after-school activities should have been put to bed by now, that he grew from his awkwardness since then, but here they manifested as the foundation for a confession during a time he had claimed his place in this world.

Akihiko positioned the umbrella over his partner a little better as if to apologize for himself. “Though to be honest, I’m more of a one-on-one person than a group kind of guy.”

      ❝Glad I’m not the only one. I’ve never noticed a positive correlation between alcohol and group activities such as this. I believe we can gain enough rapport on the job rather than embarrassing ourselves in front of our peers.❞ She let a soft laugh escape herself as well.          She herself had some memories to share regarding group gatherings and silly games for ‘team building’. Even just the thought of alcohol seemed to have a strange effect on people and she’d rather not put herself through that sort of thing again. For others perhaps it was fun, although Naoto simply found the situations to be uncomfortable.         The soft tapping of rain on the umbrella commingling with the white noise of the streets, even with the slight chill of the air was much preferred to crowded karaoke bar that generally smelled of cheap beer and was filled with loud laughter and usually poor singing. Drinking was hardly a pastime the detective enjoyed, the thought of losing control an unwelcome one.

          ❝I share the sentiment. Groups can be overwhelming. I was actually trying to think of an excuse not to go myself. You know . . . there is a premier of a new noir film tonight. If you’re looking for an excuse as well, I wouldn’t mind the company.❞

[deathboundinautumn]

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ooc: Hmm, good question.  A lot of the plots that were goals for me are slowly being accomplished.  But a plot that I’ve always liked to do especially with other members of the P3 cast is them first discovering that he’s not in control of Castor/he’s dying.  Those are usually really fun because of the amount of discord it causes

[smokinghothierophant]

@downtomyunderoos​ liked for a starter.

Being from a small town, it was strange that he would be reached out to by a police officer named Kurosawa from Tatsumi Port Island, but it seemed as though they were calling in various people in the police force and other workers across Japan for some kind of cultural exchange for a high school. While at first Dojima was a bit reluctant he figured it would be a good way for him to see a new place as well, besides having a student shadow him didn’t seem too bad.

Once he arrived at Gekkoukan High School he made his way to the room where he was to be introduced to the student that was going to be shadowing him for the next week. The teen that seemed to be assigned to him already looked like the athletic type , no wonder they put this kid to shadow him he already looked like he could be in the police force in the future if he wanted to. Well, it was time for an introduction.

“Hey. I’m Detective Ryotaro Dojima.” 

[killjoy-fool]

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ?

Coffee

key words: intelligent, old soul, complex. 

you are an extremely thoughtful individual with a creative mind and loving heart. being around you is like sinking into a warm bath. there's something truly wise about the advice you give others, and being in your presence leaves others feeling warm, reassured, and inspired. compatible with: coffee, candle smoke, freshly baked bread.

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[electricea-a]

your ryuji is so cute... love how you write his dialogue

Oh my gosh, this is overdue but thank you so much?? Also I’m so happy to see your Akihiko back on the dash and thriving once again! I’ve dearly missed him! I hope we’ll be able to get some interactions going between our boys because I love the dynamic we had before! Both you and your Akihiko are amazing!

[lunardetective]

[ Sentence Starter for @downtomyunderoos​​ ]

“Jeez, you pack a powerful punch. I think you’d knock down half the cops in my office..if not all.” The detective huffed, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead with her glove.

[tatabanchou]

“Ok, everything's going according to plan.” Persona 3 x Persona 5 (meme) fanart

Akihiko is ice (and execution) proof now.

This is one of the old fanarts that I said that I would upload here during this month!

@downtomyunderoos once said “BuffYusuke is my persona.”, and I had to eternize such declaration. *orobas pose*

[needlepunk-a]

Kanji just puffed out his chest proudly with both hands on his hips for Akihiko to see him sporting his favorite swimwear, a smile beaming on his face. It was a breath of fresh air to not hear someone demand he change immediately. The more they seemed to learn about each other the more comfortable Kanji felt Akihiko really understood him. 

“Yeah, I mean I usually just wear ‘em because they are easy ta move around in, but this one especially...” he spun around, showcasing the logo printed on the rear side. “I just like the skull! It really my aesthetic!” Day 2 of camping was off to a great start, already! - @downtomyunderboos

[bluedignityarchived-blog]

bubblez is the best ♡( `ω´˶)

    That’s a lie, you’re the best.

[personarppositive]

Anon said:

downtomyunderoos is such a ray of sunshine when I see them. They capture Akihiko's goofy side best of all and I look forward to reading any IC post they make. 

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[jououpansa]

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what about… a unicycle

some of you just want me to relive this and i’m NOT about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[delusorydetective]

☔️

SEND ‘☔️’ FOR OUR MUSES TO TAKE SHELTER UNDERNEATH AN UMBRELLA TOGETHER.

        ❝Ah- Sanada-san, thank you.❞ Naoto glanced up at the sudden cover from Akihiko’s umbrella. Despite the forecast and looming clouds, she’d been more focused on their stake-out to really pay much attention to the sudden rain. There was a slight chill in the air that caused her to stand closer to her current investigation partner.        Despite the trivial nature of their current task, she was hardly bothered. Sometimes an easy job was a refreshing change of pace. A faint smile even played on the Detective’s lips as she tipped her hat slightly as her gaze met Akihiko’s own.

       ❝Supposedly tonight after work most of the precinct was going to the karaoke bar, if we’re out of here soon enough did you intend on joining them? That is if we don’t freeze out here first.❞ The detective shivered. ❝I hadn’t realized it was supposed to rain today.❞

[deathboundinautumn]

@downtomyunderoos​ not satisfied with beating up my poor son physically decides to ask:

"How long you think you can keep this act up?"

“Tch, don’t know what you’re talking about” the Hierophant stuffs his hands in his coat pockets, turning away slightly.  No matter how far he runs, no matter where he hides, the Emperor always finds him.  The song and dance is the same, the Emperor wants things to go back to how they used to be but they just can’t, he just can’t pretend that he didn't do what he did.  How he lost control...how he killed that poor woman and got away with it.  How could they expect him to just forget about it and move on?

“It’s not an act Aki.  I ain’t comin back...not after what I did”