#justpyre

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@justpyre​​ sent - Charge up, Persona!

Thank you, I love your Persona Q icon! The chibi style from that game is just too cute and I always hope to see more of it! Looking forward to writing with you!

[trickofheart]

❓ 💘 💖

🌟 munday asks!

For reference, I use Peridot as my own FC, which is why you'll see her on the blog now and again - it's to differentiate me from Ren.

❓ — three adjectives that describe you I like to think funny, creative, and empathetic - those are the words that people have used for me before, and I think they fit pretty well.

💘 — what and/or who do you consider near and dear to you? First and foremost is my family- who also includes my closest friends (online or otherwise). I was bullied a lot as a kid and really had no real friends- but then I found a bunch of wierdos that liked what I did! I vowed to make that group a safe place for everyone that joined. Sounds a little sappy, but essentially they are part of my family. Adult stuff keeps us apart, but when we get together we’re a bunch of cringy teenagers again.

💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc? So, one of the RPC that I was a part of was the Fullmetal Alchemist fandom, and they were some of the sweetest people I ever met. We would Skype for HOURS and had our own worldbuilding AUs- one of my mutuals even made me a doll of my muse and sent it to me! I still have it.

Oh, also the warm welcome here. This place is probably another one of my favorites. 

[rejusticed]

get in we're going to go kill god

um i passed the driving test for us. shouldn't i drive

[trickofheart]

❝  they  say  that  the  best  blaze  brightest  when  circumstances  are  at  their  worst. ❞

Howl’s Moving Castle Quotes || Accepting  

"Do you believe that?"

Ren doesn't mean to ask Aketchi the question, it just tumbles out as the teen casts a dazed look at the world outside Leblanc. Like waves of heat rolling from sun-baked streets, the air moves unnaturally but only for a split second, not quite enough for anyone to pay attention to.

Well, unless you were horribly aware that you were stuck in a dream-like world where reality bent to the whims of a school counselor whom you told some of your deepest secrets to.

"When we fought The Holy Grail, I think I was blazing the brightest- but now I don't know."

[trickofheart]

THE  SOLDIER, POET, OR KING?

"There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy"

Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture ? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.

tagged by: @justpyre <3 tagging: do the meme it’s a good song I promise

[rejusticed]

from the outside looking in, the existence of akechi goro was a reel of film, a seamless transition of events that progressed naturally along the narrative.

that the reel was composed of two strips of film — overlaid carefully so one could fill in where the other lacked to create a complete whole — that, no one but ohta and sei themselves knew. there could not be one without the other, but when circumstances dictated that there could not be both at the same time either, they’d had to find a way, and so they alternated scenes between themselves, playing their respective roles of black mask and detective prince in the life of akechi goro.

for a while, it’s almost a good life. sure, they’re driven by rage and grief and vengeance, but it kept them going, and they had each other. sei was cautiously optimistic at the best of times and a resigned realist at worst, but he could’ve lived with it if the worst case scenario was a corrupt politician winning an election. that wasn’t anything new, even if the corrupt politician in question was someone he wanted to destroy. there’d be time and chances for that, even after.

and then, there was the phantom thieves. and then, there was shido’s palace. and then,

they say the events of your life flashes by like a movie when you’ve reached the end of it. sei wonders if akechi goro’s was supposed to end like this, with an abrupt act of violence by a shadow of them, an uninvited third, the reel concluding on a jagged edge that took away half of him but left the other half intact. he wonders who has it worse. (he thinks the fact that he can wonder this makes the answer obvious.)

before, sei had thought he’d known what it was like to be empty. he didn't know, then, what it was like to be gutted entirely, his insides scraped hollow with loss. he didn’t know then the depths of which emptiness could fill, the void so consuming he felt sometimes like he wasn’t a person at all, just the void.

even when he had nothing but his rage, his grief, his thirst for vengeance; he'd had ohta to share it with.

and then he didn't, and sei hadn't known what to do with that. he was half tempted to drown on that boat. if he'd had a choice- (if he could do it over, sei would have made sure he takes the bullet instead.)

and then maruki happens, and now there’s this bullshit.

ohta was dead, and suddenly he isn’t.

(something is wrong,)

“hey, asshole,” sei greets his brother, the other half of him, lips twitching in a way that’s somewhere between fondness and anger, gaze something like hope, something like devastation.

he knows from the depths of his soul that this will end where it started: with one of them dying for the other.

(if he could do it over,)

“if you die on me again, i’ll kill you.”

now sei just has to make sure the one who dies is him. there has to be a reason he was given another chance, after all. and in the end, all he has to fool is one man.

@justpyre, i would say this was unprompted but it very much was prompted by you (proof attached). so i did with it what i will. happy 2/2 ♡

[rejusticed]

strangles you (lovingly)

haha, promise?

[rejusticed]

@justpyre, continued.

“ehhh, how mean.” he replies, but it’s more perfunctory than it is a genuine complaint, and none of the glimmer in his eyes goes out at ohta’s provocation. his brother wasn’t going to let him starve, sei thinks with a mental roll of his eyes. who else would be here to entertain his need to be listened to? talking to himself — though they certainly practiced a variation of it — didn’t have the same appeal. sei would know.

“ah, but you see, i don’t really give all that much of a shit what the general public thinks,” he says cheerfully, settling himself in at their dining table. might as well start making headway on the lip service due to earn his place back at their meal, after all. a thoughtful hum slips out as he rests a cheek against his palm, “and look, since you’re so wise, nii-san, is it so strange that i’d want your input? you usually have something to say, even if it’s not something i can repeat word for word on live television.” his grin doesn’t waver through the speech, fully aware he’s gone past the point of buttering up and straight into creepy fan behavior territory.

speaking of fans… “oh, it’s my fault? you’re just scared you’ll lose if you take him up on it.” sei snatches the phone back with a huff, fingers flying across the screen as he types out a response.

11:43 pm: you’re hilarious. if you can’t beat me when i’m holding back, i’m afraid your chances of winning without handicap will be even slimmer.

he pauses. “...if i’m taking over the night shift for you, does that mean i can cash it in for a daytime interview one of these days? i’d love to see you on tv, nii-san.”

11:45 pm: but if you want so badly to lose again… i’m sure i can make time for a game or two.

“there, it’s a date.” he places the phone down again, subtly pulling a container of takeout towards himself. “so, what’s for dinner?”

[rejusticed]

goro toes his shoes off before stepping across the threshold of their apartment, eyes catching on the figure leaning casually against the entranceway as he enters. almost, he thinks, as if @justpyre had been waiting for him. goro’s pretty certain he knows what this is about, and settles in to play the game. “ i’m h- ” he starts to greet, only to be immediately cut off.

“ if you misquote hegel one more time on live television i will strangle you. ”

the casualness of ohta’s voice belies his intentions. as ohta’s brother, it’s a notion he’s intimately familiar with, and thus not at all afraid of, despite the apparent thread of danger laced in the threat.

“ haha, not a fan of the speech i gave today? ” goro shrugs off his jacket in a practiced motion, shedding with it the skin of akechi goro, detective. he stretches, and as he relaxes he feels himself slipping back into simply sei, younger brother of the two.

“ you wouldn’t workshop it with me, so i had to craft it all on my own, ” sei remarks mournfully, starting to tug a glove off, though a note of cheer enters his voice as he adds : “ so naturally, i just started thinking about what to say that’d piss you off the most. i think it worked really well? the audience seemed to eat it up. ” lest they forget who this performance was for in the first place. he tugs the other glove off, “ i managed to bait them out, too, so you should save the complaining and thank me instead. here, ” hands now bare, sei reaches for his phone, unlocking it and handing it over to ohta. the screen flashes with a new notification : [ 1 ] kurusu akira has sent you a message.