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"Ne, what do you think of this swimsuit?" there was no change in appearance from the last, the only difference being was that supple breasts were pushed up all the more, bouncing without the slightest effort in movement as she posed. "Well? What are your thoughts?"

          “It’s, ah, quite…” Distracting. It takes nearly all of his effort in fact not to let his eyes wander obviously, even if such was her intended reaction. Izanagi leans back in his chair, finally allowing himself to steal a glimpse, comparatively modest when against how shameless he usually is when indulging himself with her.

     Granted, it’s largely because they aren’t yet alone in this room.

     For now, their usual communication will have to suffice, hoping that Musashi could glean the meaning behind his intense gaze: were we alone, I would devour you. “Mu-chan makes everything lovely.” Only partially a lie—while she does look quite shapely in such garments, he would rather tear those measly strips of fabric from her body instead.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Flightless Birds Chapter Four: Birds of a Feather

Chapter One Here

Chapter Two Here

Chapter Three Here

Chapter Five Here

READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC! THIS ONE GETS PRETTY DARK!  I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTIONS OF HAWKS OR Y/N’S MOTHER IN THIS! IF ANY OF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, STOP READING IMMEDIATELY AND SEEK COMFORT!  I WILL COMFORT ANYONE WHO GETS TRIGGERED BY THIS, SO DM ME IF YOU WANT A HUG!

Summary: Y/n wakes up in their new home, and learns the rules of living with Hawks. But it makes them sick to their stomach to have to keep their eyes open here.

Word Count: 3K Words

Warnings: abuse, mentions of drugs, gaslighting and manipulation, extreme toxic behavior, abuse, choking, crying, mentions of rape and sexual assault, vomiting, PTSD, abusive parents, PTSD flashbacks, physical abuse, cliffhangers

Other: I’m so sorry this took forever to come out, I had a shit ton of other drafts I was working on. Reader has enough hair to pull on. 

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Ow.

Owwwww.

Sharp white snakes of fire were shooting up your spine, but the rest of your body was ice cold. You wanted to scream, but you just didn’t have the strength to. Your whole body was so heavy, you felt like a rock falling beneath the waves, drowning helplessly as the person who threw you in laughed.

Laughter…

Who was laughing?

Behind the laughter was music, you listened to all the notes, beautiful Cs, Ds, Es, and Fs tied together in half steps. 

Of course it was in minor key.

It wasn’t a song or an artist you recognized though, and it didn’t sound like it was coming from a phone or speaker. 

Someone was playing the piano.

You needed to open your eyes. 

But fuck it if it wasn’t gonna l be difficult. 

You felt like your body was made of lead, and opening your eyes was going to be like lifting a truck.

A bright blob of white light pierced your pupils as you peeled back your eyelids, finally seeing your surroundings.

There was a flat white ceiling staring down at you, and a silver fan was whirring away, white light burning your retinas.

The walls were light blue, clean and bright. It looked fresh, the room still smelled like paint. You hissed, pushing yourself up to a sitting position. As you moved, you felt something soft brush against your neck.

You slowly lifted one hand to your neck, grabbing at it. You felt leather and metal pressing against your palm. A soft feather was attacked to a small metal loop. You tugged on it, trying to detach it from your collar.

It wouldn’t budge.

You let go of the feather, letting your arm flop to your side. You felt exhausted, and everything was so foggy. What the hell was happened? Where were you? Where was Izanagi?

You heard a loud creak, and the realization hit you that the music had stopped. When did it stop?

“I-Izanagi?” You whimpered, trying to focus your eyes on the blurry figure in front of you. You saw tanned skin, something yellowish on their head, and two large red blobs behind them.

You heard the person coo, and felt their gentle fingers on your face, tilting you up by the chin.

“No no, Izanagi’s not here, my dear~” you felt your blood run cold, and you attempted to push the creature away. He was like a rock wall, unmoving and unaffected.

“No-“ you whimpered “please go away!” 

“Tsk tsk tsk” your vision was slowly starting to clear, the only thing blocking you from seeing your captor clearly were the tears building up in your widened eyes. 

“I’m not going to leave my love alone like this, now should I? That would be so irresponsible of me~” his voice was calm, smooth like honey, and it made you want to scream. “I’ve worked so hard to get you here, I need to make sure you feel so comfortable! That’s why I’m here~”

“Hawks.” His golden eyes lit up when you murmured his hero name. He nodded happily. 

“Yes, yes you recognize me! The drug must have worn off for the most part by now… how do you feel?” His face was awfully close to you, and his hot breath fanned out over your face.

“Scared, please let me go.” You muttered. He sighed, shaking his head.

“Dumb little birdy.” He tutted. “You shouldn’t go outside, y’know. Too dangerous for a pretty little thing like yourself! Tell me how you feel.”

“I feel like leaving.” You were slowly regaining your physical strength, and your eyes darted to every corner of the room. There was a window, locked and boarded up. There was the door, wide open. 

Just outside you could see a hallway, a little dark table with a vase on it. You could run out there, grab the vase and smash it. You could threaten him with it and maybe get to the front door, wherever that was.

You felt Hawks’ hand lower from your face to your chin, squeezing your cheeks together so your lips poked out in a cute pout. He pressed his forehead against yours, and you could feel him growling.

“I said, you’re not fucking leaving. Did I not make myself clear?” You sniffled pitifully.

“You’re scaring me, Hawks.” You whined. He softened again, letting go of you and leaning back.

“I’m so sorry, Baby Bird. Don’t you worry though, so long as you listen to me, I won’t have to be scary again.” You nodded, moving quickly to smack him hard in the nose and dash towards the door.

Your collar tightened around your neck, something pulling you backwards. You collapsed to the ground with a choked out gasp, arms flying to your neck to relieve yourself of the pressure.

Of course there was a leash tying you to the bed.

You tried to scream, but your throat was closing up from the pressure on your neck. Your tears finally flooded down your cheeks as you writhed pathetically on the floor.

Your eyes found Hawks, carelessly crouching above your wriggling, dying body. He sighed, wiping away one of your tears.

“See what happens when you disobey?” He lifted your head with his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your nose. “You get hurt. That’s why you gotta listen to me. Promise you’ll listen to me?”

“I promise!” You barely managed to get the words out between your sobbing and choking. You saw his face stretch into a lazy smile as he loosened your collar.

Your body fell limp as your lungs sucked in air. You gasped, coughing and crying as your hands reached for something to hold, eventually landing on his hands.

Hawks helped you to your feet, sitting you down on the bed. His hands rested on either side of your thighs as he studied your tear-stained face.

You kept your eyes on your lap, shaking. You didn’t want to be here, tortured by this sadistic bird. You wanted to go home, you wanted Izanagi. 

“Please sir, I want to go home!” You cried. His face twitched.

“As much as I live for you calling me ‘sir,’ you’re not going anywhere. This is your home now.”

“I want Izanagi.”

“I’m not going to hurt you unless you disobey, so there’s no need to be scared.” He started. “And I must say, you should feel guilty. You shouldn’t have been staying so close to Kouten Yuu and Izanagi Fujikawa. You’re probably cold because I have the AC on. Now that light feeling is from that drug I gave you back at the police station.”

“Ask for another man again and I’ll kill him.” Well that sure shut you up quick. 

“So tell me. How do you feel? And look at me when you answer.” You slowly lifted your head, rubbing your arms to stop your shaking.

You met his eyes.

“I… I feel scared. And- and guilty. And I- I’m so cold. And I feel- I feel kind of light chested? Like- like my lungs are full of helium and have lifted up sort of- I don’t know, I’m- I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me!” You shied away from him, hiccuping as you covered your face with your arms.

He shushed you, pulling your arms down and wiping away your tears. He seemed merciful, but you knew better than to think that of him.

You swallowed, he was so casual about drugging you, as if it was perfectly normal to stalk and kidnap someone and expect them to love you.

“Now darling, I’m going to explain some rules and punishments. Pay attention, Dove, I don’t want you to forget any, okay?” Your hands latched onto his jacket, and you nodded slowly.

Rule one: Do as I instruct, always.

Rule Two: You will eat everything I give you.

Rule Three: You will kiss me good morning, goodnight, and whenever I ask.

Rule Four: When I come home from work, you will kiss me and take my jacket.

Rule Five: You will cook what I want you to, using recipes I give you.

Rule Six: You will wear the clothes I give you. You will not dirty anything.

Rule Seven: You will thank me for everything I give you, kisses, clothes, gifts.

Rule Eight: You will call me Keigo, Sir, Daddy, and Master. Nothing else.

Rule Nine: You will not mention any person or thing from your old life. 

Rule Ten: You will not try to look out the window, and you will not leave here.

You nodded. This… was going to be your new life, and you feared what could happen if you ever had the gall to break one of Haw- Keigo’s rules.

“And now I will explain your punishments and privileges. I want to be merciful, so please don’t disobey.”

“Okay, Keigo…”

Punishment One: Revoking entertainment

Punishment Two: Starvation/ Dehydration

Punishment Three: Beatings

Punishment Four: Forced Intercourse

Punishment Five: Isolation

“W-wait, Punishment four is- forced intercourse- as- as in- as in-”

“Yes.” His face hardened. “But that’s one of the more intense punishments, only for when I’m very angry or you break a major rule. If you’re good, then I’ll back off when you say no. But do understand, eventually, we will have sex. You’re too fucking sexy for me to not fuck you.”

“I- um-”

“I gave you a compliment, darling. Rule seven?” 

“R-right. Thank you… sir.” you watched Keigo shiver, his angry expression morphing into a sadistic smile.

“Oh baby, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you call me that.” He leaned in close to you, his hand running up your thigh. “Rule Three, give me a kiss baby~” 

Hesitation rippled across your face, a chill spreading through your body. You didn’t want to kiss this man, who’d tried to kill your friends, who stalked you for weeks, who’d drugged and kidnapped you. You didn’t want his filthy lips touching you, his slimy tongue in your mouth. You didn’t want to kiss Keigo.

“Y-yes sir.” you whispered, closing your eyes as his face grew bigger, getting closer and closer to you. You remembered the mist that spread across your mind when he drugged you, how it left you immobile and blank. You grasped at the dark fog, pulling it forward and covering you, blocking him out.

After a few moments, you pushed it away. Keigo pulled off your face, and you felt a wad of saliva on your tongue. It tasted greasy and cheesy. Not your saliva. 

You swallowed it, looking at him with wide, scared, eyes. Since you dissociated, you had no idea what he or you had done.

“Did- did I do a good job?” Your voice was hushed. It wavered like your shaking body under his gentle, loving touch.

“Yes, dove. That was the perfect first kiss.” He purred. “You did wonderfully.” You relaxed a little, and his hand lifted off your thigh. “Now I’ll tell you a few more things, then I’ll make dinner for you.”

Privilege One: You may watch TV and read, but you can’t use social media.

Privilege Two: You may listen to music and dance, but only with me.

Privilege Three: You may have hobbies, but I will participate in them.

Privilege Four: You are allowed to reject sex, unless it is a punishment.

Privilege Five: You are allowed to request objects and gifts.

Privilege Six: You are allowed to walk around the house, but you will wear a shock collar. Sensors will be located in certain rooms. They will shock you and knock you out for an hour and send me a notification. 

Privilege Seven: Eventually, I might get you a phone. You will have no phone numbers but mine, and no social media. 

Privilege Eight: I have a garden and pool, at some point when I trust you, I will let you outside for walks and swimming.

Privilege Nine: You’re allowed to cry, to scream, to fight back. I like the battle, just know I’ll always win.

Privilege Ten: You will be allowed a pet one day, maybe two pets, depends on how good you are.

There it all was. Everything he expected of you. Your eyes fell to your lap, to the hands you’d clasped together as they shook. The soft texture of your sweatpants calming you just enough to keep you from throwing up all over Keigo.

“For now, you will remain collared to the bed. I’m going to go to your old home and retrieve all the gifts I gave you.” He stood up, hand lifting up and tracing your body. 

“Okay…” you whispered. Keigo cooed, finally lifting off of you. He left briskly,

shutting the door behind him. You heard a small click before his footsteps started to fade away. You put the book down next to you, taking the moment to examine the room you were being kept in.

There was a desk underneath a window, it was tinted dark so you couldn’t see outside. The desk was a pale brown, a violet vase decorated with little bees had seemingly been knocked over, and it was kept from rolling off the desk by the green book leaning against it. You managed to make out the words Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Part of you wondered if Keigo was a fan, or if it was just there for no reason.

A bookshelf was right next to the door, and on the lower shelves, there was a CD player and a box labelled toys. You could figure out what type of toys were in the box, and you were pretty sure it wasn’t LEGOs. On the other side of the room was another door, wide open. You could see a toilet and shower curtains, so it had to have been a bathroom.

Escape wasn’t through there.

Next to the bathroom door was a closet, the door was open a crack, and you could see a couple of dress shirts inside. Probably all his. Part of you wondered if he was going to make you wear some of his shirts, rule six said you must wear whatever he gave you, and that could mean his clothes.

Was… was this really happening? Were you really in the number two hero’s house? Was he really going to keep you in his house forever and ever? Would-

Were you fated to never see your friends and family again?

To never see an ice cream store?

Or a park?

Izanagi?

A moment before, it really all felt like a bad dream. Like you could pinch yourself and you would wake up in your bed, and go to the park with your friends. 

Kouten would bring some more delicious food, and you would make a mess while eating it..

Izanagi would sit next to you, and hug you and laugh as he teased you or Kouten about something or another.

You, you would fly, you’d be free.

Slowly, you spread your wings. They bumped against the bed, against the walls and the nightstand with the pretty Viridian lamp on it. You couldn’t even open your wings all the way in this tiny room, this room wasn’t meant to house a free bird.

It was meant to cage a pet.

All the emotions that the fog had blocked out rushed in like a flood, destroying every little bit of peace you’d managed to build up in your life. It slammed into your memories, into your hopes and dreams, and tore them all apart until all that was left was the rushing water, roaring filling your ears. You grasped at your hair, yanking as hard as you could in the hopes of tearing it out.  Maybe the physical pain of a thunderstorm could turn your mind away from the tsunami. Maybe if you had chunks of missing hair, Hawks would become grossed out by you and kick you out. The collar rubbed uncomfortably against your neck, reminding you that he was still there, choking you, restraining you, claiming you as his. He didn’t see you as human, just as a pretty little thing he’d collected, like jewelry or rocks. Everything swirled around, and you couldn’t see any more. It hurt, it fucking hurt. You felt something tug in your stomach, and then your body was pulled forward.

You closed your eyes.

You heard it all splatter on the floor, the meal you’d been served. You tried to make it to the toilet, but all the food in your stomach felt so gross, and you needed to get it out, out, out, out.

You heard a gasp behind you, and you spun your head around. Your eyes widened at the sight of her. Her face was rigid, eyes like knives through your skull. Your tiny hands clutched at your torn shirt. You’d barely finished vomiting and now she was here. 

“Please, please no I’m sorry!” You cried, lower lip quivering.  “Sorry isn’t going to cut it!” the walls spun, moving quickly away as the ceiling dipped down, you could see her hands, and you could feel sharp pain in your skull as the floor was dragged away from your body.

“I work so hard, day and night to get food for you, and you just barf it up all over my floors like the ungrateful little brat you are! My floors will stink and stain, and it’s because of your insolence!” You couldn’t see anymore, but you could feel ripping. Did your feathers not want to be on your back anymore? What was that wet thing you felt against your face? 

“Your lucky your father isn’t around, I know for a fact he wouldn’t even tolerate this sort of behavior! You make my already shitty life so much more difficult! Be grateful I haven’t sent you away!”

Words bubbled up from your throat, you were barely conscious, and at this point you knew she was hurting you, but you were so tired, you couldn’t even do anything to stop it.

“Please don’t send me away, I’ll do better! I will!” 

FInally, the warped darkness was tugged away from you, and you found yourself alone, sittin on the hardwood floor. The vomit had already been cleaned up, but there were bloodstains on your clothes. 

You were small, terrified, cold, angry, guilty, sad, and so, so alone.

You closed your eyes.

You didn’t want to open them.

[smokeybrand]

Steal Your Heart

I’ve been playing the sh*t out of Person 5 lately. My anticipation for P5R is boiling over so i wanted to revisit where it all started. I’d gush about the game itself but i already did that, twice. No, this is more about how dope my summon crew has become. I adore the team I’ve put together. It took some fenangling but I’ve customized the sh*t out of some of these guys to create legit powerhouses.

Satanael

It was a legit pain in the ass to get this guy. I had to jump through hoops and two entire playthroughs before i had all the materials to create him but, i must say, i am SO glad i did. This asshole is a goddamn powerhouse! He’s resistant to everything, absorbs curse, and nullifies Holy. I’m pretty sure he’s the only Persona in the entire game that nullifies Holy. My particular version carries the strongest curse attack in the entire game, Maeigaon as well as the strongest non-special Holy attack in Megidoloan. He also has Cosmic Flare, the strongest Nuclear option and Riot Gun, one of the most powerful Gun techniques in the game. I don’t really use the Gun stuff but it’s nice to have. On the other side for support, I kept Salvation, Full HP and cure all stat ailments as well as Samarecarm, a revival spell that returns on ally to battle with full health. Dude also has Holy boost and Victory cry, fully rover Sp and HP for yourself after every battle, as passive skills. He’s pretty f*cking hardbody and i like to keep him in the party for the endgame. That being said, he’s not my go-to. I adore this f*cker but my main is far more powerful than he is in an active battle situation. Still, it’s dope knowing i have this option on deck when necessary.

Strength: 63

Magic: 62

Endurance: 59

Agility: 61

Luck: 59

Thanatos

I know this isn’t part of the Compendium proper and it’s kind of cheap but i love Thanatos. Persona 3 is my favorite of the the series and it’s introduction t the series was just breathtaking. I was mad shook watching this thing ravage those shadows nd became stupid bummed when i was forced to use f*cking Orpheaus for 70 percent of the title. But then i finally got my dude and it was a wrap after that. Seeing him as special DLC in this one made my heart flutter so you KNOW i had to fenangle my guy into the party! My Thanatos opens the deck with Door of Hades, an laughably powerful Holy attack. That sh*t wipes the floor with EVERYTHING! I’m pretty sure it’s the second most powerful attack in the entire game, Holy or not, and carries a chance to instantly kill a foe. It’s stupid OP and i wish it transferred because if i could get my main to inherent this attack, she’d be perfect. I followed that up with Maeigaon and Mamudoon, a curse based attack with a medium chance to instantly kill. I don’t really use these attacks considering Door but it’s nice to diversify. Speaking of diversification, i also have One-Shot Kill, a gun attack that deals sever damage with a very high critical rate. Not bad of the offense side but what about defense? Nothing. I have no buffs of healing spells on this cat. That’s not what he’s for. He’s a f*cking wrecking ball for tight situations and i love him for it. As far as Passive, he’s got a ton. We start with Curse Amp to beef up those two curse attack, Fortified Moxy to increase crit rate during an ambush, Enduring Soul to stay alive with full HP if I’m wiped out, and Adverse Resolve to increase Crit rate if i start a battle surrounded. Stock attacks, sure, but dude doesn’t need much. He’s a goddamn powerhouse out the box!

Strength: 67

Magic: 70

Endurance: 59

Agility: 60

Luck: 48

Ishtar

Ishtar is my requisite healer. She naturally lends herself to that task but, at the same time, has enough attack power to make hr a front line fighter if necessary. I’ve rarely had to whip her out for offensive situations but she’s front loaded with Megidolaon and Psiodyne, the most powerful Psy attack in the game outside of Specials. These re dope to have but they’re not really all that necessary. No, the strength of Ishtar lies in her healing and debuff abilities. Mediarahan restore full HP to the entire party, Samarecarm revives one fallen ally with full HP, and Salvation recovers full HP to the entire party while curing most status ailments. I told you; Healer. To buff her abilities, i have Spell Master, Halves the SP cost of all spells by half and Arms Master, reduces HP cost of skills by half. Growth 3 is in there as kind of a place holder. I plan to change that out with a proper inherited skill as soon as i think of one that compliments her build. I thought about Drain Wind to nullify her her only weakness but she’s not out in battle enough to waste that slot. SO far, I’m at a loss but, considering how rarely i have to use her because of my MVP, I’d say it’s not too big a loss.

Strength: 52

Magic: 69

Endurance: 62

Agility: 70

Luck: 51

Alice

My baby. My love. My heavy hitter. Alice is not only my favorite, ll-time Persona, but l most always become my min in every game. Ever since i fused her way back in Persona 3, I’ve been infatuated with how diverse you n make her build. If you craft correctly, she can become the most powerful beast in the entire game! That ludicrous strength lies in her flagship attack, Die For Me. This Curse based, Instant Kill attack slaughters everything not a boss, at a near perfect rate. Not only that, but it can be buffed to greater success. If you put into the time to craft her properly, Alice is a genocide in a blue skirt. And you KNOW i took that time, bro! I had her also inherit Megidolaon and Maeigaon because they’re two of the most powerful attacks in the goddamn game! Plus, i spotted her Salvation for good measure. on the Passive side, she has Holy Boost, Mudo Boost, Curse Amp, and Victory Cry; all buffs to her already ludicrous fighting strength and one that instantly heals my guy after battle. As long as i don’t run out of SP or HP before the end of a fight, I’m golden. And let me tell you, with this build? I win fights, bro. Sh*t is EASY with my girl and i love it! Also, she has one of the highest Magic ratings in my game.

Strength: 54

Magic: 74

Endurance: 53

 Agility: 69

Luck: 54

Honorable Mentions

These cats just missed the boat. They are formidable Persona in their own right and I’m proud to call them the B Squad, but they are a WAYS off from being as staunchy as the A-Team. I usually have them in slots 5 - 9 just in case, but they see the field even less than Ishtar.

Mother Harlot - I love my Whore of Babylon! Ice Age ain’t a bad attack either.

Lucifer - He’s got a decent build, i love Morning star and Black Viper, but it’s hard to ride with him when there’s Satanael.

Satan - Same problem with Lucifer; Satanael trumps him. Diamond Dust is a gorgeous attack bu not pretty enough to get him in the main line up.

Messiah - That Oratario gave this thing an run at my Healer build but Ishtar beat it out. Barely. Messiah Picaro isn’t bad either, just not as good as Ishtar.

Metatron - The thing about Meta is that he’s way to specialized in Holy stuff. It limits his versatility considerably. Still, that Makougaon and Diving Judgement combo is nasty.

Seat Fillers

I add these cats mostly because i like their aesthetic. They will never see battle but i have a thing about not fielding a full 12. While every other Person on this list is maxed out and customized for my style of battle, these 3 are only here because they look cool.

Cybele - Ma is a nice alternative option for healer if Ishtar is taken out. She has a lot of the same spells, just a tier lower. Also, she lacks Spell Master.

Lilith - Lilith is an interesting case. She has a little of every elemental attack. I toy with the idea of tuning her into a general, elemental powerhouse by giving her Megidolaon and Maeigaon at the cost of Spirit Drain and Eigaon but why though? Maybe later. Maybe.

Magatsu-Izanagi - Dude has the potential to be a force if i invest the time to properly build him but it’s hard to want to when i already have Thanatos. It would take a lot of tuning to make this cat great. Outside of Magatsu Mandala, Izanagi is kind of trash. all of his attacks are forgettable but that just means i have 7 skill slots to play around with. Tuner’s delight!

[smokeybrandreviews]

Steal Your Heart

I’ve been playing the sh*t out of Person 5 lately. My anticipation for P5R is boiling over so i wanted to revisit where it all started. I’d gush about the game itself but i already did that, twice. No, this is more about how dope my summon crew has become. I adore the team I’ve put together. It took some fenangling but I’ve customized the sh*t out of some of these guys to create legit powerhouses.

Satanael

It was a legit pain in the ass to get this guy. I had to jump through hoops and two entire playthroughs before i had all the materials to create him but, i must say, i am SO glad i did. This asshole is a goddamn powerhouse! He’s resistant to everything, absorbs curse, and nullifies Holy. I’m pretty sure he’s the only Persona in the entire game that nullifies Holy. My particular version carries the strongest curse attack in the entire game, Maeigaon as well as the strongest non-special Holy attack in Megidoloan. He also has Cosmic Flare, the strongest Nuclear option and Riot Gun, one of the most powerful Gun techniques in the game. I don’t really use the Gun stuff but it’s nice to have. On the other side for support, I kept Salvation, Full HP and cure all stat ailments as well as Samarecarm, a revival spell that returns on ally to battle with full health. Dude also has Holy boost and Victory cry, fully rover Sp and HP for yourself after every battle, as passive skills. He’s pretty f*cking hardbody and i like to keep him in the party for the endgame. That being said, he’s not my go-to. I adore this f*cker but my main is far more powerful than he is in an active battle situation. Still, it’s dope knowing i have this option on deck when necessary.

Strength: 63

Magic: 62

Endurance: 59

Agility: 61

Luck: 59

Thanatos

I know this isn’t part of the Compendium proper and it’s kind of cheap but i love Thanatos. Persona 3 is my favorite of the the series and it’s introduction t the series was just breathtaking. I was mad shook watching this thing ravage those shadows nd became stupid bummed when i was forced to use f*cking Orpheaus for 70 percent of the title. But then i finally got my dude and it was a wrap after that. Seeing him as special DLC in this one made my heart flutter so you KNOW i had to fenangle my guy into the party! My Thanatos opens the deck with Door of Hades, an laughably powerful Holy attack. That sh*t wipes the floor with EVERYTHING! I’m pretty sure it’s the second most powerful attack in the entire game, Holy or not, and carries a chance to instantly kill a foe. It’s stupid OP and i wish it transferred because if i could get my main to inherent this attack, she’d be perfect. I followed that up with Maeigaon and Mamudoon, a curse based attack with a medium chance to instantly kill. I don’t really use these attacks considering Door but it’s nice to diversify. Speaking of diversification, i also have One-Shot Kill, a gun attack that deals sever damage with a very high critical rate. Not bad of the offense side but what about defense? Nothing. I have no buffs of healing spells on this cat. That’s not what he’s for. He’s a f*cking wrecking ball for tight situations and i love him for it. As far as Passive, he’s got a ton. We start with Curse Amp to beef up those two curse attack, Fortified Moxy to increase crit rate during an ambush, Enduring Soul to stay alive with full HP if I’m wiped out, and Adverse Resolve to increase Crit rate if i start a battle surrounded. Stock attacks, sure, but dude doesn’t need much. He’s a goddamn powerhouse out the box!

Strength: 67

Magic: 70

Endurance: 59

Agility: 60

Luck: 48

Ishtar

Ishtar is my requisite healer. She naturally lends herself to that task but, at the same time, has enough attack power to make hr a front line fighter if necessary. I’ve rarely had to whip her out for offensive situations but she’s front loaded with Megidolaon and Psiodyne, the most powerful Psy attack in the game outside of Specials. These re dope to have but they’re not really all that necessary. No, the strength of Ishtar lies in her healing and debuff abilities. Mediarahan restore full HP to the entire party, Samarecarm revives one fallen ally with full HP, and Salvation recovers full HP to the entire party while curing most status ailments. I told you; Healer. To buff her abilities, i have Spell Master, Halves the SP cost of all spells by half and Arms Master, reduces HP cost of skills by half. Growth 3 is in there as kind of a place holder. I plan to change that out with a proper inherited skill as soon as i think of one that compliments her build. I thought about Drain Wind to nullify her her only weakness but she’s not out in battle enough to waste that slot. SO far, I’m at a loss but, considering how rarely i have to use her because of my MVP, I’d say it’s not too big a loss.

Strength: 52

Magic: 69

Endurance: 62

Agility: 70

Luck: 51

Alice

My baby. My love. My heavy hitter. Alice is not only my favorite, ll-time Persona, but l most always become my min in every game. Ever since i fused her way back in Persona 3, I’ve been infatuated with how diverse you n make her build. If you craft correctly, she can become the most powerful beast in the entire game! That ludicrous strength lies in her flagship attack, Die For Me. This Curse based, Instant Kill attack slaughters everything not a boss, at a near perfect rate. Not only that, but it can be buffed to greater success. If you put into the time to craft her properly, Alice is a genocide in a blue skirt. And you KNOW i took that time, bro! I had her also inherit Megidolaon and Maeigaon because they’re two of the most powerful attacks in the goddamn game! Plus, i spotted her Salvation for good measure. on the Passive side, she has Holy Boost, Mudo Boost, Curse Amp, and Victory Cry; all buffs to her already ludicrous fighting strength and one that instantly heals my guy after battle. As long as i don’t run out of SP or HP before the end of a fight, I’m golden. And let me tell you, with this build? I win fights, bro. Sh*t is EASY with my girl and i love it! Also, she has one of the highest Magic ratings in my game.

Strength: 54

Magic: 74

Endurance: 53

Agility: 69

Luck: 54

Honorable Mentions

These cats just missed the boat. They are formidable Persona in their own right and I’m proud to call them the B Squad, but they are a WAYS off from being as staunchy as the A-Team. I usually have them in slots 5 - 9 just in case, but they see the field even less than Ishtar.

Mother Harlot - I love my Whore of Babylon! Ice Age ain’t a bad attack either.

Lucifer - He’s got a decent build, i love Morning star and Black Viper, but it’s hard to ride with him when there’s Satanael.

Satan - Same problem with Lucifer; Satanael trumps him. Diamond Dust is a gorgeous attack bu not pretty enough to get him in the main line up.

Messiah - That Oratario gave this thing an run at my Healer build but Ishtar beat it out. Barely. Messiah Picaro isn’t bad either, just not as good as Ishtar.

Metatron - The thing about Meta is that he’s way to specialized in Holy stuff. It limits his versatility considerably. Still, that Makougaon and Diving Judgement combo is nasty.

Seat Fillers

I add these cats mostly because i like their aesthetic. They will never see battle but i have a thing about not fielding a full 12. While every other Person on this list is maxed out and customized for my style of battle, these 3 are only here because they look cool.

Cybele - Ma is a nice alternative option for healer if Ishtar is taken out. She has a lot of the same spells, just a tier lower. Also, she lacks Spell Master.

Lilith - Lilith is an interesting case. She has a little of every elemental attack. I toy with the idea of tuning her into a general, elemental powerhouse by giving her Megidolaon and Maeigaon at the cost of Spirit Drain and Eigaon but why though? Maybe later. Maybe.

Magatsu-Izanagi - Dude has the potential to be a force if i invest the time to properly build him but it’s hard to want to when i already have Thanatos. It would take a lot of tuning to make this cat great. Outside of Magatsu Mandala, Izanagi is kind of trash. all of his attacks are forgettable but that just means i have 7 skill slots to play around with. Tuner’s delight!

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"Ne, Iza-San.. If this is too inappropriate to ask, then please tell me so.." Nerves got the better of our fair-haired beauty, slender digits fidgeting as her gaze refused to linger upon the heavenly visage before her. But eventually, she continued softly. "would you.. Like to go to dinner.. With me?" // reincarnated au :')

     For some time, after having heard for so long the whispers that accompany her whenever they should be seen together, Izanagi came to doubt that there could exist any lingering compatibility between them despite these past hundreds of years. As before, there was nothing that could dampen her mood, nor displace that smile of hers, the one that’d endeared her to her much more experienced, much more determined colleagues.

     Except for him, that is. On the rare occasions she would seek him out, without some of the peers she’s made into friends flanking her that is, she becomes this way: so quiet, so disturbed, unsettled by his presence, perhaps just as everyone else is.

     Still. Just as it did centuries ago, this unheard of softness in her voice, and this shyness about her as she asks, it softens his own heart, too. Even if she doesn’t yet know why, he could never stay so cold in her presence.

          “I would love to.” It’s more for his sake than hers that he keeps his eyes glued to his work even as he answers. Even if his answer seems to come easy to him, he certainly feels inside as if he’s about to implode, or something– “You’re new to Saijin, aren’t you? Then, if there’s someplace you’d like to try, we can go.”

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| @eyecovered

     It may not be right away, but almost anyone capable of arriving at Saijin comes to meet its lord in person, eventually.

     It’s curiosity, mostly. While demons innately can distinguish between the fog and anything within it, that isn’t to say they can survive the things that skulk around outside of his city; anything that isn’t a monster must be even more powerful, really, to be able to reach Sangjin too. Almost all are quirky in some way, or screwed up, or even just like him, tiring of humans and seeking people more... like minded.

     It’s also not a bad idea to establish for newcomers just what sort of tidy little power structure he’s maintained here, but it’s mostly curiosity, he thinks. When he comes upon her, foreign in soul, he takes note of her aura: she’s certainly one of his kind, even if she looks human enough the way she is now.

     (He’s taken one of his younger, softer forms. Maybe that’s more inviting.)

          “... huh.” He’s sat himself on a stoop, perched next to a lopsided little yatai, lounging and fanning himself as he observes her. Squints. “No, I definitely haven’t seen you around here before. You... came from outside, then?”

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"You're the love of my life, Iza-San. There can never be anyone else that makes me feel the way you do. The moment I look at you, I fall head over heels for you all over again." // babeys feeling clingy. uwu

     They’ve been this way, the both of them, ever since their fateful reunion some short time ago. Where one goes, the other follows—be it in bed or during his work or merely in his hours of leisure, Musashi’s presence has been constant and soothing for him, helping to lull the demon king back into his daily pace after his return to this reality.

     At first he eyes her curiously, wondering what could possibly have sparked such sudden ponderings from her; they sit at his desk, covered now with a spread of food instead of his usual documents and scrolls and letters, a morsel prepared for him to feed to her before he gives pause.

     Already they’re side by side but as his smile grows, and his undead heart seems to beat, he leans close to her once more, nuzzling the side of her head and looping his free arm to hand around her waist, pulling her until she is practically in his lap.

          “And every day, I fall deeper in love with you.” His words are whispered now, a scrap of the sentiments for her that built within him during their separation. “Every day I cannot help but to marvel at how lucky I am. To have met you… to be loved by you in return… that I could have met the woman I’m fated to be with is a blessing that this lowly one doesn’t deserve.”

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l| CONT. — @duellatore

          “W-well, good.” He pauses, like he didn’t truly register her words, and his fan lowers just enough for an agape mouth to come into view. “Ah, you... truly like it?”

     She speaks for herself soon enough; he stiffens just slightly as her arms wind around him in a gentle embrace as if he’s unsure of, unused to, this. He should have anticipated her reaction would surpass any reasonable expectations, because unlike most there is no room within Musashi for reservation. He only grows redder in the face, returning her hug hesitantly at first, then tightly.

     And then, as if he remembers himself, Izanagi is embarrassed all over again and pulls away enough to glance at her. Even he can’t play it off completely; a thumb rubs at her cheekbone just beneath her eye, whisking away a tear. If anyone had seen the emperor getting mushy in public, there’d be more heads turning, undoubtedly—most people are accustomed to the eccentric Iza-san, though, and so most of the attention they draw vanishes after the first customary glances at their table. He moves wordlessly, sliding further on his bench in order to make room for her to sit beside him.

          “It’s a crucible blade,” he says, and his gaze falls back to the table; a hand reaches out, fingers dragging along the blade’s gentle, sweeping curve. (His other hand has not yet left her, hovering between her shoulder blades in some fond, uncertain touch.) “I... truly did put a great deal of effort into it, so I’m glad that it’s to your liking, hanshi-ue.”

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"..... Marry me, Izanagi-San."

          “I will.”

     No dramatics. No absurd reactions, or grand declarations; he lowers the glass from his eye, sets aside his brush, before turning from his desk to face Musashi full on. Not even an ounce of hesitation crosses his features once he meets her gaze. A hand reaches out, beckoning for the Saber to join him seated; his palm cradles her gently, coaxing her close and down, before moving to steady against her hip as she sinks to sit beside him.

          “If you are certain, then I will.” At a moment’s notice, without pause, he would give his life, his world, to this woman: has he not already, after all? A growl in his chest, he turns to bury himself in her hair, pressing a kiss to her earlobe after his hands begin to card through her hair how he adores it when she lets it down, allows it to flow past her shoulders in its full length, a wave of cherry and plum blossoms cascading around her…

          “What sort of wedding does Miyamoto Musashi dream of, I wonder?” His other hands drops to his desk, a fingertip dragging across the paper; where his words stopped, the drag of his nail creates spirals and swirls of dark ink, such whimsical shapes to portray his elation.

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| @duellatore

     He’s lingering outside for once, when he notices her. More specifically, when he notices there is something immensely wrong with her.

     She’s... not a demon. Not a monster, though possibly certainly not human, at least not... entirely. Perhaps it’s merely been so long since he’s been around full-blooded humans that they’ve changed? No, he doubts it. His perception is powerful, almost never wrong, even if he doesn’t quite understand what it is he’s perceiving, exactly.

          “Ah.” The magic fades from his fingertips – his inane scribblings linger in the dirt at his feet – and Izanagi slips back into character. “... lady traveler, I would hope you don’t intend to enter the fog?”

     Since when did it become the responsibility of a lord to gatekeep his own lands? No, it’s more, or at least different than that—he supposes this is something like an opportunity to scope out his (potential) latest tourist before they even enter the barrier. Would she be capable? He wonders...

          “It’s quite dangerous. Something like a maze, you know: monsters swarm inside and the fog deters all who enter from travelling the right path...”

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l| CONT. — @warukunaru

          “Nothing worthy of attention.” Not anymore, that is. Surely, if any man could push one like the emperor to violence, most would claim he must have done something to deserve it. In a moment his youthful and bloodied visage is replaced with his true, usual features and Izanagi takes a moment to settle himself, hands tucking into his sleeves.

     His bow, low and from the waist, could possibly be seen as something facetious by some, but even without introduction... this woman’s reputation precedes her. Of course it would.

          “My lady... if I had known of your arrival, I would have arranged a far grander procession than just myself.” Is this intentional, he wonders? Is it merely coincidence or is her presence here, lingering on the outskirts of his city, deliberate?  His mind reels with both possibilities. 

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Moans Izanagis name from a distance, but not so far that she couldn't be heard by him. Just what was she up to—?

     Quietly continues to drink his tea, and stores this little snippet of noise safely within his mind.

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❝ i’ll never let you go. ❞ Iza-san uwu

l| CARING (accepting) — @duellatore

     He was hesitant to allow her into the palace at all.

     It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her—to get to the point where he could confide in someone his true identity required a great deal of it, actually, to think he would be better off being completely truthful.

     It’s been a long, troublesome, trying day. He wasn’t certain for most of it that he could bear to be in the company of others so he shut himself up in one of his lounges, biding his time, trying to calm down. Servants tiptoed around him, his pages only interrupted him for the most dire of news: he should’ve known that when she inevitably showed up to spend time together, she would be determined to see him no matter how his staff tried to warn her.

     Still, against all odds, he’d welcomed her company anyway. She’d gotten him talking. About his day, his troubles. She’d managed somehow to wheedle it out of him.

     Missing people... leaving them behind...

     When she hugs him, it’s an embrace he returns slowly, uncertainly; he almost doesn’t hear her assurance though he’s moved when he does, deciding that he’s saved face enough for a little while. If he trembles ever so slightly in her arms, Izanagi thinks she wouldn’t tell anyone.

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l| CONT. ( @duellatore )

     Before he knows it, he’s being herded into the room, gentle hands coaxing him to sit on the couch. Several protests rise and die on his lips; it isn’t long before he just gives in and lets himself relax, hoping that maybe forgetting about work will ease the tension in his shoulders enough that she won’t worry about him so much.

          “Someone’s still got plenty of energy, though,” he says with a chuckle, and busies himself with throwing off his blazer, unknotting his tie to fling it aside. He’s turning to take his tray from her when she gets him, a brief peck but long enough to stun him into quiet.

          “Ah...” Even if he looks away, she can probably still tell he’s holding back some stupid dopey grin, so he doesn’t bother. “Thanks.” She settles right at his side, practically hip to hip, and it’s probably just the kiss that’s got him feeling this jittery because they have sat this close before. Hell, she’s unintentionally sat right on his lap and he didn’t feel as weirdly giddy as he does now. Only the greasiest, cheapest takeout could fill him up after a day like this, but it’s even better enjoyed with company. He’s amused to remember that probably none of the women he’s been set up with in the past would be as willing as Musashi to scarf down something like this.

          “S’nice to get back to basics.” He nods at his food with a cheeky grin. “Haaah... and I haven’t even asked how your day went. Don’t know when I got so rude...”

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duellatore replied to your post:           “Happy Valentine’s Day, mortals.”...

musashi: the best gift ever :’)

     Musashi.

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          “Happy Valentine’s Day, mortals.” Izanagi is your gift.