#mishima is tired of being nice

[rosehippiefield]

I saw somebody has done Yttd cast in Undertale before but I want to share some ideas about which Yttd character could act as which Undertale character. Of course, there's too many monsters so this is mainly about bosses and minibosses. Also this is long and yttd characters are sometimes repeated as they can serve several roles.

Sara is great for the role of Frisk simply because she has capacity both for sparing and killing. Goddess of Victory or Angel of Death, who will she choose to be? And without a doubt Sara is DETERMINED (Or there's another variant, Kanna, a kind child that will find approach to everybody. However, I don't see anybody trying to kill her there, as well as her even having a thought about killing.)

Kai can be Toriel for several reasons: he is housemaker, he is tied to Sara, so in this AU he can become her guardian for some time. Moreover, Kai has notable bond with Q-Taro and Gashu, both of which could fit Asgore. Imagine him betraying Asunaro and making sure humans survive. Or arguing with Q-Taro about morals.

Depending on the story Shin could match Napstablook when he's being his meek shy self. Just listening to music, not feeling up to anything, creating akward situations and lying on the floor. I can picture him doing it. Additionally, Ranmaru has similar vibe. Not the type to communicate with many, true introvert with deep insecurities... Why not?

Keiji is definitely Sans and I can't see it otherwise (well there could be other options but still I love Keiji as Sans). He is constantly tired, a bit lazy, has a fair share of mysteries, same ambience I would say. Keiji loves pushing responsibility onto Sara due to his trauma and consequent self-hate, Sans does nothing in genocide until the very end wheт majority is dead. Plus who is better to judge our protagonist than a policeman?

Joe is Papyrus, I don't make the rules... Well, Gin could act as Papurus as well, but let's at first talk about Joe. He is nice and funny, he befriends Sara easily, he literally can't kill her. He can have a brotherly relationship with Keiji considering "Mr. Policeman is Joe's dad" theory. The only downside is Papyrus can be killed and I don't see Sara killing her bestie in any way, even for survival. Maybe he is a doll and no longer a human?..

As to Gin, he is better as Monster kid in my mind. Curious, energetic teenager that admires strong, reliable and absolutely cool Reko (who's Undyne). Gin really trusts Sara, he is naїve to the point of believing her even in genocide route. Or maybe an annoing dog is also appliable, as Gin's stims include barking (and his desing, his Meow chan that is allegedly a dog) and the dogsong is perfect theme for Gin.

So, Reko as Undyne. Strong in every sense, fighting for her people's sake, brave, plays piano... Not to mention her relationship with Nao-the-Alphys. The thing is, would Reko kill a human for her people? Maybe not, she is quite kind. Especially if said human is Sara. Unless there is some misunderstanding... (I actually would argue Sara is a better fit for Undyne as she is samurai woman fighter type and she can be colder).

I haven't mention dummies before, but I totally picture Anzu as Temmie. Cute, sweet, funny, just good old Temmie.

I nerly forgot about Mad Dummy! In my book Ranger fits the bill here: an artifitial being that is really jealous of humans and hates them for it. He's sarcastic, extremelly rude, ready to kill. Also imagine that in the Ruins we encounter Dummy of Sei that Kai is keeping due to grief and memories, but now it ends up here as Ranger with consciousness but no soul.

Then we move to Hotland. Nao is a good Alphys in my book: a bit dependent, insecure, still striving to become better. Plus I want to give Mishima a Gaster role, so they share connection. (On the second thought, Safalin would make a compelling Alphys as well: she is actually a scientist, she has far more self-deprication as crying doll, she has many sceletons in the closet with questionable experiments).

There's little info on Gaster as well as on Mishima. Royal scientist whose genuis was unparalleled and that fell in lava (burning again?). Though Meister, whose role is still unclear, may look more like Gaster and have the same air of mystery.

For Muffet there are two worthy candidates: Mai and Maple. Both are acquainted with cuisine, both are extra sweet with their words, I think both can be persuasive about the product (it's Mai's profession, and you can't refuse to drink tea in disscussion room so Maple's capable of it as well). And of course you should never underestimate either of girls.

Mettaton... the star of the show, daring, flashy, attractive... Alice was in the band, his desing (in usual sprites just hair) is quite colorful, not to mention his physique, so why not? That would mean interesting relationship with Reko, who's his neighbor. Plus he could be a doll as Mettaton is an artifitially created robot. Maybe Nao/Safalin/whoever's Alphys created him to help Reko, they reconciled and Alice found his own path.

We are nearing the end. Asgore is morally gray character who killed children, regrets it but ready to repeat the deed for the sake of his country. As was mentioned previosly, either Q-Taro or Gashu could fit his role: Q-Taro because of appearance, kindhearted nature but ability to commit not the most ethical actions. I can also insert joke about killing kids (no matter how you interpret Q-Taro's words in the first main game, part of fandom will bring it up). Gashu had done even more morally reprehensible things for his "community" Asunaro. Plus, Gashu literally had a foster child that died (Sei, Ranger's inspiration).

I didn't mention Flowey because his story blossoms only in the end and depending on the person I replace him with the story becomes drastically different. The first one is Shin because firstly, I am biased toward him, secondly, Asriel essentially is bound to return to his flower form (kind of 0% to be truly happy), thirdly, they were both inicially kinder and due to horrible circumstances became worse. But yet they can become better. Moreover, roses. Maybe Kanna here was killed, and from sheer grief Shin turned into a rose? Alternatively, Ranger matches as well: he can't feel positive emotions just as Flowey doesn't feel them (I don't remember specifics but something along these lines). Plus, Sei was killed being a small kid just like Asriel and he has familial connections to Kai-the-Toriel and Gashu-the-Asgore (this sounds extra weird, nobody here is shipped of course. Just in case).

What about the souls and remaining dead people? I think some of the dead could be these souls: Kurumada as Bravery (he is boxer and this soul has gloves), Megumi or Mr. Policeman as Justice (police is supposed to make sure justice prevails), Hayasaka as Perseverance (he looks a bit nerdy and has glasses), Hinako as... Patience? (the real one), Kanna if dead can definitely be Kindness, Kugie as Integrity? Honestly, we know little about these guys so the arrangement can vary a lot.

Finaly, Chara. Maybe I'll do their character an injustice, but imagine them as Midori. When Frisk Sara is in the end of genocide, she sees Midori, a demon that is resurrected by her cruelty. He enjoyed every bit of it. Plus, then dynamic Chara Midori and Asriel Shin becomes quite intriguing (and messed up). Or maybe Kanna could be Chara as well, a kid that met a friend (or foster brother. Oh even a real one) in the underground and then died.

[randum-famdoms]

Hello! I'm reading one of your fic's on ao3 and was wondering when it's gonna be updated? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the fic and wanna know how long until we get a new chapter! Love your writing! And I was so happy to see that you gave Mishima such a cool persona! I love the fic so much! I've been ranting to my friends about it nonstop (even though neither of them have ever played the game) but they both sit there and listen nonetheless! (I may even try and convince them to read it! It's a pretty interesting take on the whole game! And the part where Akira is worried that Mishima will have a problem with him being gay and Mishima just like "If I had a problem with it I would've said something back in kamoshida's palace" was amazing! I love everything about it and I can't explain in words just why I love it so much! It's just amazing! If I was better at art I would LOVE to make some fanart of it!!! Again I can't explain just how much I love it! I hope you're doing well and aren't sick!

(How was the dog sitting by the way? Hope it went well!)

Ahshdjdkjfndbdkjdl thank you??????

I just. *scream*

The idea that people can love a silly little thing I write for fun this much is kinda unreal to me. Idk how to respond???? Thanks????

I mean, I’ve reacted like this to fics I have read before but having it turned into myself is trippy. Like this is some weirdly dream or some shit. Idk man. Shit’s wild.

Every time someone tells me how happy they are about the way I’m treating mishima in my fic I am further convinced that everyone who says he’s a bad character is a fucking coward and if more people would just make Mishima positive content then the fandom would be better off. He does not get enough love and appreciation and I will gladly take on the mantle of Mishima Ambassador. He is my blorbo, my boi, and I love him dearly. He deserves better, both in game and in the fandom, so I just did it myself.

Also, I ain’t about to beg you for fanart because you reading my fic is more than enough already and then you sent me this ask and Ann bear gave me a heart attack from joy, but trust me if you think you’re a bad artist I’ve seen worse. Much, much worse. I took an art class in a very sports heavy highschool and 90% of the kids in there were teenage boys who thought it would be an easy A. The first assignment was to draw a realistic hand. You’d think that they were AI with how bad some of them looked. So yeah, any hypothetical art you make is beautiful to me, especially because I’m fairly sure that if anyone made fanart of my fic I’d cry tears of joy <3

I tried really hard to update every week and I failed miserably, so I’ve made the decision to cut back to every other week. I’m like 85% sure that I’ll get the next chapter up this Sunday. I started my summer classes today and one of them (my English class) is cramming a 14 week course into 4 weeks, but I’ve always been pretty good at English/reading/writing so I’m hoping that that won’t ruin my update schedule AGAIN. I swear I can’t go two weeks without something fucking up my writing/editing time. We’ll see how it goes. I am not sick don’t worry, Just like, super fuckin tired cause my sleep schedule is fucked. I’m pretty good otherwise tho!

Dogsitting went well! I actually finished up with that yesterday. The little demon I was taking care of had absolutely no braincells, and was very annoying, and she kept pooping in my bathroom no matter how often I tried to take her outside to shit, but at least she’s small so it was easy to clean up and she was a good size to cuddle. Overall it was a 5/10 experience that was turned into a 9/10 because of the couple hundred dollar paycheck I got for it. The family I was doing it for is uncomfortably rich lol. Pretty sure some of it is blood money because the dad is an ex-cop turned middle school teacher (neither of which make good money) and the mom is a Russian immigrant stay-at-home mom and they somehow own a huge house in a really nice neighborhood and can afford a two week trip to the Caribbean on that income. I ain’t gonna complain tho.

I’m excited to get chapter 11 written and posted, I think it’s gonna be really fun! Lots of good plot and character development is gonna be happening :) the fic is really picking up now that we’ve finally gotten over all the exposition hurdles. Only took 60k words lol (I swear I thought that it would take half as long as it did to get to this point in the fic, at this rate the things gonna end up 800k words long and I’ll be dead before it’s finished)

[soulofamy]

spoilers for tekken 8's story and character endings under the tag! read at your own disgression. these are just my thoughts on it. for transparancy, i likely wont actually be able to purchase and play the game for the foreseeable future so i just watched a playthrough of it instead

so ill start with what i liked. i really liked that, unlike tekken 7, everyone on the roster to some degree was in the main story. i like that a good healthy handful of them even tried their best to aid the efforts against kazuya. it was really nice for me especially to see shaheen get to be cool and heroic. i dont want to hear ANYONE say hes boring ever again, you hear me?

i like the character endings as well, theyre so fun and lighthearted. i liked zafinas and shaheens the most. i surprisingly likes kazuyas and juns too, it makes me think he actually DOES love his wife to an extent. not enough for me to like him as a character unfortunately though lol.

i LOVED angel jin at the end. his design imo was phenominal. i love that they crossed an ethereal, otherwordly monster with a knight and gave him golden angel wings too. it was so visually captivating, i will be looking out for a character sheet to see what distinct features i can point out. i just love that they made an angel design so unique, there was nothing predictable or boring about it.

now things i didnt like

first off, i am SO mad that they killed off zafina AND claudio so early on. they were the two i was most interested to see!! i wanted to see their dynamic together!! but at least zafinas death made a little more sense than claudios. his death did absolutely nothing for the story! i thought maybe that hyper-charged up bolt he shot was going to slowly deteriorate kazuya overtime and weaken him enough that jin could take him one on one or something but NOPE! even zafina i felt didnt need to die. was it ever explained that her life force was connected to azazel? wouldnt it make more sense if she was free to be of MORE use now that azazel isnt holding her back? i never thought i would write tekken fanfiction but they have forced my hand. justice for my faves please </3

they did nothing with leo finding his mother and that makes me sad. its cool we got his dad though, he seems like a cool guy. i wouldnt mind his dad being a new fighter.

steve just kind of dropping the whole thing with nina also upsets me because like if you were going to make the ending to that whole thing so lackluster, why introduce it at all? nina clearly doesnt care and steve just kinda carries on, what was the point? why put nina through such a traumatizing experience of having a child against her will for such little payout?

lastly, i just really could not give two rats toenails about reina im sorry 😭 like visually shes boring. her personality is boring AND annoying. and then they try and make us want more by showing us this heihachi child is ALSO a devil. like i am so tired of the mishima saga that i dont care enough to wonder who her mother is. there are SO many loose ends that havent been tied up yet, i dont want a potential tekken 9 to focus on the mishimas anymore i am on my hands and knees begging

[livewithyura]

Day 1 - First meet ! [ kazujun One-Shot Fanfic ]

Prompts : Jun Being a double agent to Hunt Kazuya down , but is that worth it?

1 year before the iron fist tournament

Jun's Pov

I lift my chin up , staring into the tall building that touches the sky. It doesn’t amuse me , It punches my guts knowing that I sign myself up for this mess.

    The crowded noises haunted the big city , everyone’s moving normally . Except for me , I just stood there and stared at the Mishima Zaibatsu main headquarters.The feeling of curiosity coated with my nervousness. 

    Of course , I don’t want to mess this up . This company is full of hungry monsters.Working as wildlife surveillance officer is a flexible job.Most of people think I’m just handling animals , but the job scope is wider than that.It becomes much wider when Kazuya Mishima appears in this whole chapter.

Ceo Of The Mishima Zaibatsu , Kazuya Mishima. A devil himself. Well , I’m not saying that he’s a devil but he acts like one.

In my research , he was involved with  an illegal animal experiment . Not just that , he has also been involved with smuggling animals across the world.I can’t tolerate my hatred , my hatred keeps growing just like the poisoning apple tree.

    The problem keeps increasing after someone volunteers my name to be a double-agent for that man.He likes animals in a toxic way right? Doing a stupid experiment and acknowledging their worth in such a devilish way . So , I’m here to ‘pretend’ that I care about his interest and collect all the evidence to bring him down.

    “You have an innocent face , He won’t be suspicious staring at your angel-like face . Mrs.Kazama” 

I’ve never wanted to scream all of the curse words on top of my lungs this bad . God , It’s tiring to keep up my kind face when all I want to do is give him a nice uppercut on his chin.I hate being a double-agent , especially to Kazuya Mishima.

     I fixed my bangs before I decided to walk into the dragon’s dungeon , I mean the Mishima Zaibatsu headquarters.

Honestly , I was overwhelmed by the environment on this ground floor. I keep walking until I reach the cafeteria as my eyes continue to search for Kazuya’s secretary.I feel like everyone's watching me with untrusted feelings . I Just want to go back home and have a nice bath but now I’m here.

“Ah! You’re Jun..kazama?” 

My entire body jolted a bit when my name was called by a name . A silver haired guy accompanied me with a warm smile. I was told to find Mr.Lee Chaolan for my appointment with Kazuya.

     I noticed he looked at my name-tag as I tried to not hide it in the first place .

    “Yes , Nice to meet you”

     “Ahh!! Nice to meet a beautiful lady like you! My name is Mr.Lee , Mr.Mishima’s secretary . Care to follow me, my lady?” Stated Lee while opening his left arm with elegance.

     Why does he act..so flamboyant? Well , I don’t have any reason to object to his offer .

I can’t hide my hatred , I can’t act that I want to ruin this man’s career even though I want Kazuya’s reputation to be torn apart. I Just want a fair fight , not this cunning fight.

    In short , I don’t want to act like a joker in this chapter.

My eyes are locked into the screen , the 100th floor.

    “Awe , don’t be nervous my lady.You will be just fine….. If everything turns out wrong you know I'm here to help you . I will wait in front of his office door” . Lee addressed his words with a modest attitude.

“Thank you , Mr Lee . I appreciate it” I replied , he tilted his face while looking at my face.Does he know? 

   “Thank god he doesn't need to kidnap people that work as a wildlife officer”  Lee hummed.

      What’s that supposed to mean!? He kidnapped people? How crazy can he be?

In front of his office door , feeling helpless. I was terrified to meet him . 

     No . Keep your head up Jun . You can’t be scared of him . 

     I feel like someone stepped on my stomach as soon as I stepped into his cage . I don’t see anyone except for the office that resembles fancy suites . It’s gloomy and empty . 

      “Take a sit” A low-adverb voice comes from the chair that faces the window . 

 I narrowed my eyes as soon as the black chair turned around to face me . The purple tuxedo of his makes him so magnetic , but it was obnoxious . 

       “You have 10 minutes” . He didn’t look at me once , Looks like he tried to keep himself busy by tying up the paperwork .

     “Can you be more specific?” I stated , he raised his eyebrow with an untoned face. The silence between us works like classical music in this gloomy room.

     “I give you 10 minutes . 10 minutes to impress me, Why should I take you? Why are you qualified for this job? Why….you?” He crossed his legs while looking at the paperwork . 

“I know why you want someone like me to work under you”  I covered the nervousness in me with my smile,He tilted his head finally looking at me.

    “As you can see , I’m not a newbie in my company . I'm an expert at my job . You need a wildlife like me to clear your mess and I’m willingly to serve you” I said , I gaze into his eyes to make sure he trusts me.

   It was a lie , I’m here to be a traitor . Not his ally .

“My mess?” He scoffed as he put his paperwork aside to look at my face.

   God , I shouldn't have said that . I crumble the front page of my notebook as I try to keep my composure.

“Why? You’re not agree with that? Are you aware of what you were doing?” I said .

   I can’t hold my anger anymore , I don’t care if I get caught . He finally stood up from the chair , folding the button sleeves of his tuxedo.

“I'm aware of what I’m doing , Mrs…” he hesitate ,

“Kazama,” I said .

“Mrs.Kazama , I like your…fearlessness” He grins at me while sitting at the table , he crosses his arms with arrogance.

   “That’s basic skills for a wildlife officer to have” I kept my chin up , trying to pretend that I am not afraid of him. Meanwhile , I’d rather hunt a lion than be in this room with Kazuya Mishima.

“No I don’t care about skills requirements that wildlife need to have , I’m talking about you” He’s not even stuttering when he says something weird like that.

   “Are you really that fearless?....”  He stood up from the table , changing his position as he approached me.He’s now sitting across from me with a grin on his face.

   “...or are you just pretending?” 

   You can’t give up right now Jun , he tries to test you.

“Why should I? My company believes that you have a power that will benefit us in future”  I said , My eyes still glued into his face . That was a lie , My company prayed for his downfall . So do I,I need to bring him down so the animals will not be his weapon again.

    “How about you? Why do you want to work with me?” 

  This is the worst interview I’ve ever had in my life.

Silence , There’s no words that will be out of my mouth . It’s like my tongue has been cut by an angel of hell.

“Are you alright ? Mrs.Kazama?” He woke me up from deep thinking . 

“Yes”

“Answer my question” he voice became deeper and firm as he looked into my eyes . I tightened my grips on my black long skirt as I tried to keep my composure to talk to him.

“To gain experience” The words finally free from my mouth , at this point I don’t care what nonsense topic that comes from my mouth.

   Kazuya, a heartless man, finally gives his honest laugh.Oh , so he does have feelings?

  “You came in this room questioning my wrong-doings with a fearless attitude and now you gave me such a basic answer”  He scoffed , he finally stood up from his chair . He came closer to me , he put both his hands in his pocket as he kneel his back a little bit to face me.

   “You’re hired” he whispered to my face with an arrogant attitude , I just wanted to punch his face . 

    “Thank you , Mr.Mishima” I gave him my hand to do a handshake.He looked at it with disinterested eyes.

     “Return that handshake when you are done with one task , Lee will help you . Keep touch with him…and me” 

No , I can sense something in him . There’s a darkness that can’t be tamed . He's a monster , I’ve never gone through this feeling , his aura sends chills down my spine.

      “Alright” I said with a little hesitation. He put his hand gently on my shoulder .

       “I’ll look forward to you...don’t disappoint me . If you ever betrayed me , you know what it cost . I will hunt you down and destroy your whole life . Remember?” He patted my shoulder gently while whispering his death threats . Jerk .

“yo kazu-I mean Mr.Mishima ! Your meeting will be held soon”  Lee opened the door , why he’s not come sooner? 

  “See you again , Mrs.Kazama” He said while taking a step leaving me in his office . I watch him leave as I think about the decision that I just made . I still crave for a fair fight , I don’t want this cunning plan to crucify my heart with darkness . I know it from the very start , I will never be the same again after I’ve met Kazuya Mishima.

[xxxevilfilms]

The Osaka Bowl | Chapter 10

Info: A dirty fic collection featuring Asuka getting acquainted with some of the Tekken studs and a few gals. Viewer discretion is advised, a lot of these get a little icky.

Summary: Kazuya Mishima has grown bored of his wife; their niece should be a fine replacement.

Warnings: Age Difference (Asuka is 16, Kazuya is 49), Heavy Dead Dove, Manipulation, Grooming, Slightly Obsessive Behavior, Cheating

Sad Songs and Waltzes | Asuka Kazama x Kazuya Mishima

Ao3 Link

Kazuya Mishima has grown bored of his wife.

It's not that he didn't love Jun. She gave him a son, cooks his meals, offers herself to him at a moment's notice and practically kisses the ground he walks on. What's not to love about that? A woman like Jun was what he always craved in a wife; a quiet little wallflower who did what she was told and looked pretty doing it, but now as he stares down at the sumptuous prime rib Jun had diligently prepared for him, Kazuya experiences turbulence in his soul.

She is simply too perfect.

Jun is nice, pretty, and obedient, traits that a quarter century ago Kazuya greatly appreciated, but now, as he pushes fifty years of age, Kazuya has grown tired of the flawless rut he has inadvertently fallen into with his flawless wife. No longer will he subject himself to such an idle, unprovoking woman. Kazuya has outgrown Jun and he will have to replace her with something better; something vibrant, youthful, and challenging.  

An affair was in order, clearly.

Kazuya bides his time during the day, maintaining an amicable relationship with Jun despite his sudden lack of attraction to her. He doesn't ever make his intentions known to her for obvious reasons, but Kazuya is unable to hide his disdain for her. He addresses her with a cold and distant command of speech to keep her at bay, but Jun doesn't seem to bat an eye at it at all.

When does she ever?

Kazuya would suck his teeth and retreat to his office during these moments.

As weeks of dissatisfaction turned into months, Kazuya decided to set his plan into motion. During business trips and weekend retreats, Kazuya would prowl, making his intentions known to any young woman he encountered at nightclubs or company dinners. It was quite easy to bring one to bed given his wealth, status, and beauty, but with each hole he claimed and each whore he seduced, it still wasn't enough. The connections he made were as feeble as the one he had with his wife, his cock the only part of his being deriving any enjoyment from such encounters.

After wasting a long weekend in Kyoto with a European woman half his age, Kazuya returned to Tokyo, worse for wear, somehow more frustrated than he was before he left. Jun was none the wiser and greeted him like normal, took his coat and asked what he wanted for dinner, but Kazuya barely gave her the time of day. He instead trudged past her, told her to heat up whatever was in the fridge and made a beeline for his office.

He spent the next few hours on his computer masturbating to whatever he found online, desperate to feel something. He didn't know what that something was, just knew that when he went to bed, body embraced by the cold embrace of silken sheets and his wife's wandering hand, his loins grew taut and sore from a need he knew not how to satiate.

Kazuya would occupy his time in his personal gym thereafter, spending long agonizing hours wailing on a mokujin dummy as he fantasized about what his perfect woman could be.

Strong, vibrant, beautiful, challenging...

Hot like a firecracker, warm like cinder.

Yes, he says to himself; the perfect woman.

Kazuya is distant from his family for the next month, lost in a world of buried lust and concealed anger, desperate for an emotional connection. Beating this dumb little wood puppet into dust is what keeps himself from losing it half the time, occasionally interrupted by furious jack-off sessions that he performs more out of necessity than for any kind of satisfaction. Jin and Jun most importantly don't disturb him, just take his lack of availability as a byproduct of working too long in his office.

If only they knew...

Kazuya doesn't leave the lower levels of the mansion for much of anything except for food, water, work, and rest. Today would've been no different, but something caught his eye; his niece of sixteen years stood at the doorway of his home, luggage in both hands as she talked merrily to her aunt and her older cousin. They didn't notice him until Asuka called him by his name.

“Hey, Ojichan!” She waved her hand. “I didn't know you were home! How’s it goin’!?”

Kazuya wanted to say that he didn't know that she was visiting but recalls a conversation he had with Jun while practicing his katas one day that helps him remember. Kazuya shrugged and exchanged necessary pleasantries with his niece-in-law before fetching a bottle of water and heading back down to his gym.

He didn't think too much of her for the first week. His new habits and cramped work schedule didn't allow him the freedom to go upstairs for long. That was fine with him as he preferred to be alone these days, but he was forced to interact with Asuka when he hit the gym one morning.

Clearly she was unaware that this was his personal area, so she helped herself to his equipment, a set of 22.5lbs dumbbells that she used to perform weighted squats with. 

She doesn't hear nor see him when he comes downstairs at first; her ears were blocked by bluetooth earbuds while her back faced the entryway when he arrived. Kazuya had half a mind to make his presence known to her, but he didn't. He just stood there, entranced by shapely buttocks and a petite waist that bounced up and down on his floor.

Red spandex shorts stretched over a bottom heavy rear when she descended to the floor while the muscles in her built thighs flexed with hidden might when she rose back up. Kazuya watched her routine shamelessly, intrigued by what he saw, eyes following the dip of her ass and clench of her thighs like an old pervert. Instinct told him to look away, but he ignored the impulse, content with ogling his niece until he finally grew tired of it.

He sauntered past her to get her attention, a move that startled her on her ascent.

“A-Ah! J-Jichan, my bad!” She set the weights down and immediately paused her music. “I thought I came during off hours!”

“You're fine,” Kazuya put down his protein shake as he looked down at her. “Finish your set, just keep it down.”

“Yessir, thank you, sir!”

Kazuya watched Asuka scramble to a corner of the gym with weights in hand to continue her workout. He should have told her that there is a gym upstairs that she could use to give him the peace he needed, but he didn't. He had a feeling why, but didn’t reflect on it long, just focused on his own routine in silence as she finished her own.

He stole glances her way when he could, quickly conceding that he couldn't help himself. His cock had been without flesh for months now, how could he not stare? It didn't matter that she was his niece and too young for him; pussy was pussy, regardless of who or what it belonged to.

Kazuya went to bed with another raging hard-on that night. Jun had noticed and offered her mouth to take care of it for him, which he let her do with no complaints.

Asuka was on his mind when he watched Jun swallow him whole, thoughts of her bouncing breasts and jutting rear end keeping him erect for his wife's mouth. Jun worked him like she usually did, cupping swelling balls with her left hand as she massaged his stomach with her right. Kazuya breathed deeply and closed his eyes at that, imagined it was his perfect woman doing it instead. She'd have candy pink lips, round cheeks, deep brown hair as dark as cedar wood, heavenly breasts that seem too heavy to lift and too full to grasp...

Kazuya bucked into Jun’s mouth then, gagging her. She tried pulling away, but Kazuya kept her there, fucking into her throat like it was her pussy. Jun snapped her eyes shut, choking with each thrust and coughing with each pull, but she took it for his sake.

Kazuya scowled at that, suddenly not finding a reason to let her breathe anymore.

He tugged on her hair when he came in her mouth, filling her throat with hot cream she had no choice but to swallow. It was only then did he release her, let her catch her breath and wipe the spit that bubbled from her nose, mouth coughing up what she couldn't swallow.

Kazuya quietly glared at her as she drank some water that was on her nightstand. His balls were less tight than they were earlier, but his annoyance for his wife still remained

She failed to maintain his attention even during intimate moments.

Kazuya was willing to share his gym with Asuka from that point on, his niece provoking an interest in him he hadn't felt since his youth. He took care to stay close to her rather than avoid her, offering her water or snacks if he noticed she was without any. Asuka is quick to accept anything he gave her with girlish revelry, but appeared to enjoy maintaining his attention most if she could help it.

Kazuya found it endearing.

He liked to help her perform routines and sets that were too difficult, spotting her when he’s able, correcting her form when he noticed flaws in her stance. He's careful about where he touched her, but couldn't help but let a hand slip to places they shouldn't go here and there, her hips and ass being a favorite point of contact for his fingers when he was feeling particularly bold. It's to help her maintain balance is what he tells himself, but the cock that twitches in his shorts reminds him that he had interests in his niece that Jun could never incite from him now.

Today would be no different, but Kazuya knew not to be too greedy.

He sat up when Asuka is able to maintain her balance, content with watching her ass dip up and down, stretching out black tights this time rather than red gym shorts. Kazuya huffed through his nose and had to walk off to a training bench to keep his cock from getting hard, the sight of his bottom-heavy niece's white panties bleeding through the fabric of her tights making his mind race.

He laid down on the bench when he's close and took hold of the barbell above him, prepared to bench 300lbs, but was distracted by Asuka's cheery voice.

“Man, it's so nice to have a workout buddy! I'd do it with niichan, but he’s so busy with school these days...” She sighed but then laughs. “But at least I got you jiichan! I thought I’d be bothering you, but you're actually really fun to hang out with!”

“Your presence doesn't bother me either.” He replied, voice strained, the sound of her voice thrilling him in ways he hadn’t felt since adolescence.

“I know you're super busy, too, but, uh...” She dropped her weights and approached him, bending down to meet his eyes. Kazuya forced himself to look into her chocolate brown depths and not the hanging breasts spilling out from her sports bra. “Can we get something to eat, like, together? It feels like I never spend much time with you outside of this gym, ya know?” She then corrected herself, suddenly flustered. “B-But it's okay if you don't wanna! I was just kinda throwing it out there, hehe...”

“Hmph.” Kazuya considered it, wondered if he should be entertaining the idea. Asuka was the first girl in a very, very long time to hold his interest; it was merely twisted, almost cosmic irony that that girl had to be his niece.

Kazuya thought about it a little longer before throwing caution to the wind. He's fallen out of love with Jun, has had worse luck trying to find someone better; as taboo as it was, it wouldn't hurt to try on Asuka.

“What do you like to eat?” He asked.

After their workout, Kazuya showered, jerked off, and got dressed for their outing. Asuka was ready and waiting for him in the foyer by the time he came downstairs from his bedroom, kicking sneaker-clad feet as she played with something on her phone.

“Ready to go?” He grabs his car keys. “It's a bit of a drive.”

“Mhm! I'm starving!”

Kazuya escorted Asuka to his car and drove them to a restaurant of his choice, some upscale French-based establishment he didn't care to remember the name of. He hardly ate much beyond some hors d'oeuvres and some wine while Asuka practically inhaled the food that was brought to her. She devoured a 16oz ribeye steak, a bowl of scalloped potatoes, and two lobster tails in under an hour, food he'd never expect a girl her size to eat so quickly.

“Phew, this stuff is really, really good!” She sipped at a glass of popping coke before diving back in for more. “Do ya want some, Ojichan? You gotta try it, I bet it's a hell of a lot better than that stuff on yer plate! Seriously, what is that?” She laughed.

Kazuya looked down at the foie gras and caviar on his plate. He's barely been able to eat much besides protein shakes and nutrition bars ever since he began these affairs. He figured this would be enough for him.

“I'll be fine, just finish your plate so we can leave.” He barked.

“Ha, yeah right! You gotta eat like two of these steaks for breakfast just to maintain, I bet! Here,” She cut off a piece of medium-rare beef for him and held it to his lips. “I promise you, it tastes really good! Ahhn~”

Kazuya stared at the dripping bit of steak before regarding Asuka's toothy grin and baby pink cheeks.

As he took Asuka's fork into his mouth, his heart beats for the first time in twenty-five years.

It was then that Kazuya Mishima made a decision.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

For the next week, Kazuya thinks about Asuka; about her hair, her eyes, her body, her everything. He wastes not a single moment fantasizing about her taking his wife's place, warming his bed, cooking his meals, offering jubilant warmth and spirited mirth that a perfect doll like Jun could never provide. Even when he deigns to accept some degree of intimacy from Jun, he just thinks of Asuka kissing his lips and hugging his chest.

Kazuya no longer lives out of his gym. He actually goes outside, eats properly, maybe even run an errand for Jun for the fun of it, but he always has Asuka with him, either at her insistence or on his own volition. They do everything together, things that his wife thinks are adorable, loving. If only the poor thing knew. His love for Asuka is just as taboo as his disdain for Jun. He was a selfish, conniving cad who chose his precocious, naive little niece over his demure, dutiful young wife.

Kazuya's cock never fails to grow fat with blood at the thought.

He pleasures himself with renewed gusto whenever his fantasies get too wild for his liking, but of course his hand and Jun’s cunt were never enough. He needs the real thing, a pretty pink hole to finally lay claim to. It would be so easy, too; just lure her to his quarters, his office, somewhere private, seduce her with honeyed words and gentle affirmation as he guided her little hand to his bulging prick, letting her stroke it, fondle it, show her his affections made reality. 

She wants it, too, he can tell, can see it in her eyes. Girls like her were easy to read after all. He can feel the curious gazes and lingering stares she sent his way when they trained, can sense the tightness in her muscles when he so much as brushes her shoulder. Such a sweet pet; so in tune and yet so naive of her own budding feelings. Kazuya wants nothing more than to make her dreams, their dreams come true, but Jun, that insipid woman, is always around, not giving them an inch of space. Kazuya is very nearly ready to whisk Asuka away for a few days just to make it happen, but his patience is rewarded one day when Jun encounters him in the kitchen, eyes as bright as shining stars.

She will be out of town next weekend visiting old friends and she won't be back until that following Monday.

Kazuya's prick stands at attention when she leaves him alone, balls thrumming so strongly with need it's almost too painful to stand. It was now time, he thought to himself; time to take what's rightfully his.

Kazuya abstains from masturbating for the next week, a decision he comes close to regretting every night when he wakes up wet and sticky in the morning. He however remains steadfast, knows good things will be coming to him soon, and bides his time until the day finally arrives.

He watches Jun like a hawk as she prepares to leave, even kisses her goodbye when she boards her taxi, but smirks like a snake once she drives off. It irks him that he has to keep up with this charade, but at the very least he's free from it for the time being. 

Kazuya laughs quietly to himself when he goes back inside, craving girl cunt that waits for him in his gym.

Asuka is laying across a yoga ball, stretching her back, wearing boy shorts and a big t-shirt, woefully ignorant of what's to come when he informs her that Jun left. 

She just smiles and wipes the sweat off her brow.

“We have the day to ourselves then!” She chirps. “Let's finish up here and hit the shower!”

Kazuya couldn't agree more.

He lets Asuka finish her stretches as he curls some weights, cock pulsing when his niece rocks along the ball, tits moving with her. He doesn't bother hiding his arousal and lets it tent his shorts, organ lifting lycra fabric that struggles against the heft of his shaft, constricting his cock. It takes great force of will not to rip them off and present himself to Asuka like a beast in rut, but to be so boorish was beneath him; he at least has some tact left despite the surge in his loins.

Instead, Kazuya sets his weights down and approaches Asuka, hands on his waist, hips out, presenting the imprint of a meaty cock to his niece, pretending it wasn't there. Asuka doesn't notice him at first, but he watches her face when she does.

A bold move, but it at least elicits the reaction he wants from her.

Her lips are pulled taut against her teeth when she sees it, attempting to look past the big prick that silently menaces her to gaze upon the odd-eyed predator who looms over her with it instead. Her expressions don’t fail to turn him on, provoking such a reaction from his cock that the fabric that keeps his length concealed moves with its twitch.

“Do you need my help?” He asks, acting coy.

“U-Uh,” Immediately, she scoots off the yoga ball, sits on her ass, averting her gaze entirely to stare at his knees. “I just needed to do my legs next. I think I got it though...”

“Are you sure?” Kazuya squats to her height. “I usually help you with your legs.”

“I mean...” She closes her eyes and then holds her forehead. “Y-Yeah, why not? Sorry, I dunno what happened to me there...”

“Probably tired. You worked hard today.” He lifts his hand as he praises her, dragging scuffed knuckles along her cheek. He suppresses a smirk when it pinks under his touch. “Lay down.”

Asuka nods stiffly, assuming a position on her side. They follow a pretty standard stretch routine; back first, then legs, and finally arms. Kazuya doubts they'll be working on her arms tonight though, mind already wandering when he begins manipulating her legs.

“You are tense today, little one,” Kazuya states as he crosses her thigh over her stomach, pushing it down. “Did you warm-up properly like I told you?”

“I-I did, but,” She huffs, attention taken away by the bulge in his shorts again. It nudges her thigh as he leans over her, throbbing against her skin. “I guess I didn't do it long enough...”

“Hmm, that's no good,” He releases the tension in her thigh to hold it in the air, preparing it for a calf stretch. Asuka adjusts accordingly. “It is important that you're thorough, even at your age.” He lifts himself a little off the floor, body parallel with Asuka’s as he leans into her leg, knees digging into the foam padding. “It would do you no good if you pull something,” His cock makes contact with her crotch then, presses into it, sinks into a plush pussy teeming with life. Asuka visibly shudders.

“W-Wait, Ojichan, that's,” She squirms beneath him. “You're stretching it too far...”

“Oh? You must be more stiff than I thought,” He feigns ignorance. “Flip over, I'll do it this way.”

Asuka hesitates for a moment before doing what he says, stomach flat on the floor as she raises her legs. Kazuya is quick to attend to her, grasping toned calves so he could bend them towards her.

“Ah...” Asuka grunts. “That's nice.”

“Yeah?” Kazuya replies. “Feels good?”

“Mhm,” She nods. “I might’ve pulled something.”

“Wouldn't surprise me, your form still isn't great.” He says, more interested in her ass than whatever they were talking about. “You hit like a bull and have the grace of one as well.”

“H-Hey, my form isn't that bad!” She exclaims. “I just get...over excited.”

“That's a clever way to put it.” Kazuya is slick with his hands, distracting his niece with idle prattle as he smooths them up her calves, over her thighs. “Sweet like a bird, clumsy like a bull.”

“Well you're mean like an ass...”

“Hmph, such harsh words, and for your own uncle?” Kazuya smirks, hand resting on the small of her back as he lifts her right knee. Such a mean little spitfire, he says to himself.

“If Jichan is gonna be mean, I'll be mean--!”

Kazuya presses his palm down as he stretches her hamstrings, cracking something in her back.

“Ah, itai, itai, itai !” She slaps her hand on the floor. “You're gonna break me in half if you do that!”

“Your fault for not listening to me, brat.”

“You did that on purpose!” She looks over her shoulder. “You never stretch that hard!”

“You brought it upon yourself.” He bit back. “I wouldn't have to if you weren’t such a wild child.”

He can hear the pout in her voice; a cute little puff of air from her nose that warms his heart.

“Would it like Jichan to make it feel better?”

“...Whatever...” She dips her head down, shy at his choice of words. She enjoyed being called little, diminutive things. “Just be careful.”

Kazuya simpers, back to roaming her body. His hands immediately massage the spot where he cracked her back, kneading tense skin and taut muscle. Asuka relaxes immediately.

“Better?” He asks.

“Much,” She shifts a little, raises her bum in the air. It causes her shirt to roll off her back and collect around her chest. “Go lower, you broke my tailbone.”

“Tsk, cry baby.”

He does what he's told, his touches more firm when he reaches the dimples on her back. He presses his thumbs there and soothes whatever pain she's bellyaching about, moving lower with each downward curve of his wrist until the flats of his palm caress her backend. She flinches a little at that, but doesn't move away.

Kazuya is emboldened enough to go further.

He keeps his hold on her when he sits up, erection swaying with his body as he kneels over her legs, trapping them beneath him. He then shuffles forwards, shifts his weight so that he’s sitting on top of her, and lets his cock rest along the curve of her ass. Kazuya bites his tongue, tries focusing on massaging her shoulders this time to distract himself, but the feeling of her plump little rear swaddling his length nearly makes him cave.

Asuka meanwhile is shaking like a leaf.

“Jichan...”

“Hm?” He bends over her back, tongue swiping over perfect teeth as he whispers in her ear. “Something wrong?”

“You’re going too hard...” She lies.

“Too hard, you say?” Kazuya simpers. “I can never be too hard for you, little one.”

His hips descend on her ass then, the weight of his meat on her butt making his niece jolt when he rocks into her with it.

“O-Ojisan?” She looks over her shoulder. “What are you...?

“You feel it, can’t you? Could see it?” Another bold hump of her ass has them both wincing. “How needy you’ve made me?” He reaches up to push back hair away from her beet red face, teeth chewing on his bottom lip. “My gorgeous, sweet little bird...”

“N-No...” She wriggles beneath him, a half-hearted shake of her body that Kazuya almost laughs at. “No, Ojisan, I don’t want...”

“Shh, there is no need for that now, no need for these pretenses,” His body trembles, cock so full with blood he can feel his shorts grow wet from anticipation. “She’s not here, little one, it’s okay.”

Asuka is silent, but he can hear her whine, a plaintive whimper that nearly makes him come right then and there.

She’s crying like a baby.

“No, we can’t!” This time she struggles like she means it, crawling from him like a skittering bug before flipping over on her back. Kazuya lets her. “We just can’t...”

She looks up at him, eyes shimmering like jewels. She tries to fight back her tears, but they roll down her cheeks like dew drops on a flower bud.

Kazuya chuckles and reaches for her, wiping those limpid tears away with a curled finger.

“You're scared.” He unfolds his hand to cup her cheek. “And that's okay.”

He watches her expression fall, brows furrowing as her lips pucker. Kazuya takes that opportunity to move closer, crawling to her like a beast while Asuka remains still, completely beside herself.

“You've never felt like this before, I'm sure. And with your own family no less. It's only natural for you to be scared.” His other hand holds her cheek now, thumbs stroking her skin. “But you should know better than anyone in this house that you have nothing to fear. Not when I'm around.”

“B-But I don't wanna feel this way,” She sniffles. “It's wrong...”

“Why would it be wrong if it feels so right?” He counters. “To deny your own feelings is foolish, wouldn't you agree?”

“But Bachan...”

Kazuya's brow twitches at the mere mention of her name.

“Your aunt should be of no concern to you. I have fallen out of love with her, but I doubt she cares.” He sits upright to kneel over her, cradling her jawline as he lies to her face. “She has offended me in ways that I’m sure a little one like you would struggle to comprehend, but rest assured she is not as benevolent as she may seem.”

“But I thought she did everything for you.”

“It seems that way, doesn’t it? I’m afraid to say within the last decade or so, she has put up a convincing farce.” He lowers his head to hold his lips against her ear, hands sliding down her neck and shoulders to caress her arms.

“She has been so cruel to me. After everything I’ve done for her, she remains so ungrateful.” His nose tickles her skin. “But I know you’d never do that to me. You’re far too sweet, too good for me,”

Too trusting as well, but he keeps that to himself.

“I’m sorry,” Asuka relaxes a little in his hands. “I didn’t know...”

“How could you know? It would be hard to spot.” Kazuya leans back, admires her face, the plumpness of her lips. He traces them with his thumb, likens them to flower petals. “You are everything that your aunt isn’t.”

She blinks slowly, skin growing hot beneath his touch. She doesn’t do anything when he closes distance between them, lips a hair’s breadth away from her own.

“Will you have me, Asuka?” His lips touch her for the briefest moment. “Will you?”

He kisses her for real this time, a press of flesh that Asuka is quick to give into. She closes her eyes and leans into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leans into his naked chest. Kazuya groans, takes his hands off of her face completely to hoist her into his lap, make her sit on the painful erection that’s been throbbing between his legs for the better part of an hour. Her ass smothers it, alleviates some of the ache, but it just makes him more hungry, more demanding. He forgoes being gentle in favor of letting his true intentions show, mouth watering like a dog when he rises to his feet, taking his niece with him. Asuka yelps, has the air knocked out of her lungs when he pins her to a wall, but she doesn’t move away, just lets Kazuya have her, feast on her. His tongue darts past his lips to invade her panting mouth then, rubbing it along an undulating tongue and perfect teeth as he wraps her legs around his waist, desperate for friction.

Kazuya very nearly keels over at the heat that envelops his cock soon after.

“Fuck ,” He curses deep and low, losing control.

“Nngh...” Asuka groans when he takes her lips again, thrusts down into his cock as her bottom lip is sucked, nibbled on. She wants to reciprocate he can tell, but he doesn’t give her the chance. He forces her to take his tongue, his teeth, his lips, making her swallow spit and sweat as he humps up into her, content with fucking her through her shorts. It was so juvenile, so unrefined, but Kazuya doesn’t care; he needs relief and he doubts Asuka was ready for his cock yet.

“Ji-!” Asuka is jostled against the wall, legs squeezing him tightly as he rolls his bulge into her cunt. “Jichan, wait, I want...”

Kazuya freezes. Want? What does she want? To stop? No, he can hear the squelch of her cunt even through their clothes, clearly she wants this, but what exactly does she...?

“I want more than this,” She finishes, tongue touching his lips. “Please?”

Kazuya's lips twist into a sordid grin, mischievous like a devil when he moves away from her to look into her eyes.

“What does my girl need from me?”

Asuka is shy to tell him at first, but lets him know good and well that a rough hump against the wall would not be enough to satisfy her. Her request is as innocent as her, but Kazuya can read between the lines. She wants to be fucked, owned, dug out. She needs his fat cock to fuck her like a whore; commit sins against her supple flesh that the Devil himself would shrink in terror at.

What kind of uncle would he be to deny his own niece his fuck?

He gives her a lingering kiss to her forehead before setting her down, her head now at level with his collarbone. She looks up at him, star struck, gaze switching between his eyes and the lightly damp cock that pokes her belly. She touches it with some confidence, a move that surprises Kazuya, especially when she reaches her hand down to fondle his sack.

“Are you a virgin?” Kazuya asks.

“N-No...” She replies. “I did some stuff before.”

“Hmm...” Kazuya groans, liking that answer. It means he doesn't have to be gentle, can fuck her without tearing her apart.

Still, he's curious.

“Who got to you first?” He moves with her hand, burying his face in her hair.

“Uh, one of Jin's friends...” She teases the damp spot that collects around where the tip laid. “You might've seen him, hard to miss him, I think.”

Kazuya nods, can recall a sharp face and red hair. It was the only friend Jin has ever made, so he was easy to remember. To think a punk like that is her type.

“Would he fuck you good?” Kazuya pushes his hips forwards when she starts pulling his shorts down. “Was he big?”

“Yeah, but,” She watches his waistband catch onto the tip briefly before it releases him, giving her a full view of his hefty cock. “You’re a little bigger.”

He’s not surprised.

“Are you ready for it?” Her hands can barely contain him, fingers coming apart around the shaft when she strokes him. “Once I start, I won’t stop, especially if you’ve done this before.”

“I can handle it,” She’s shy as she confesses her experiences to him. “He’s rough, too.”

“Oh, do you like it when it hurts?” Kazuya smirks. “Do you want me to hurt your pussy?”

“I don’t mind,” She begins to strip as well, lifting her t-shirt over fat tits hugged tightly by an ill-fitting sports bra. “Jichan can do whatever he wants and I’ll like it.”

“Clever girl,” Kazuya likes that, likes that he has free reign to be as rough as he wants with her. That’s certainly not a privilege Jun let him indulge in. “Let me see you.”

Asuka gets naked quickly, releasing her breasts first before pulling down her shorts and underwear. Kazuya embraces her as soon as she’s naked, kissing her like his wife, prepared to have her like one as well. He lets her do what she wants this time, but doesn’t grant her the luxury for long. He’s dragging her to a training bench, tongue halfway down her throat when he lays back on it, bringing her with him, forcing her to kneel over his cock. It pokes at her hole and makes her moan, the little slut straightening her back so she can rock her clit along the tip.

“What a beautiful cunt,” Kazuya reaches down to spread it open, admiring the slick that drips from her lips. She’s bald and pink like she should be. “Wet like a whore.”

“Does Jichan like my pussy?” She brings a hand to her folds, using two fingers to pinch her clit for him. “Is it better than...Bachan’s?”

“It is unfair to compare her to you,” He brings her down, splitting her apart. “It would be my greatest joy to fuck you, little one, make you a wife.”

She winces as she lets him spear her. It’s a tight fit, exacerbated by clenching muscles, but Kazuya forces her to take it, letting her hold the tip in her cunt for a moment before feeding it more. Kazuya is mesmerized by what he does to her hole, sweat gathering on his forehead and brows furrowing when her pussy stretches around him. She’s so tight, so tiny; it’s like she struggles to take him the more he plunges her, like stuffing his cock in a pill bottle. He worries for a moment if he’ll fit, but Asuka knows how to work it in. She circles her hips and rocks her butt until she manages to slide the rest of the way down, moans leaving her when the head knocks her cervix.

“Gosh, it’s big, Jichan’s cock is so big,” Asuka adjusts accordingly, limbs shaking. “Feel so full...”

“Not backing out, are you, pet?” He drums his fingers against her hips. “Afraid I’ll hurt it too much?”

“No,” She raises herself, bites her lip, and then comes back down. “Jichan can’t ever hurt me.”

“What makes you so sure? What makes you think I can’t?” A sigh leaves him, his cock pulsing so strongly it makes his thighs tremble. “What if I want to make you hurt a lot?”

“I’ll like it too much, that’s why. Jichan can fuck me anyway he wants, I’ll always like it.” She closes her eyes and arches her back. “I wanna be his whore, do things for him that Bachan couldn’t.”

“Yes, that’s right...” Kazuya swallows thickly, back bowing off the bench at her words. “That’s what you are, what you’ll always be...”

Kazuya must thank Hwoarang for whatever he did to Asuka to make her think this way. The boy was like him; smitten by pussy too young for him and too stubborn to hold back his urges. He ruined this girl for good and Kazuya couldn’t be more grateful. Perhaps a thanks would be in order in the future. Kazuya had no qualms about sharing her if he can help it; it was his pussy after all, he can do whatever he wants with it.

Kazuya grips Asuka’s hips to hold her down, pinning her to his pelvis. Asuka moans and braces herself on his stomach to maintain her balance, but it’s useless. He fucks into her ruthlessly, thumbs hurting purple bruises into her pink skin as he uses her for his pleasure, putting out months of pent-up anger and frustration on his niece’s perfect pussy. Asuka is forced to lay down and take it, holding onto Kazuya’s sides while Kazuya brings his hands to her ass, leaving welts in his wake as he kneads taut buttocks with sharp nails and thick fingers.

“Little hole...” He spanks her hard, making her cry. “Perfect for a little slut, my sweet bitch.” He spanks her again and goes faster. “I will fuck you, ruin you...”

“Yes, Jichan, fuck me, fuck me...” Asuka pleads, mouth drooling. “I’ll be good to you Ojisan, I’ll always be good to you...”

“I don’t care if you hurt, if you bleed...” He punctuates his words with savage thrusts. “I will take everything from you,” He grabs her chin and makes her look at him. “You will be mine to own.”

“Y-Yes, yes, Ojisan...” Asuka's eyes are misty with unshed tears again, but her fluttering pussy lets him know that she isn't in any kind of pain. She moves with him now, lifting her ass when he pulls out, slamming it back down when he goes back in. To think she'd be the one to make him feel this hot, this horny; even in their youth Jun could never drum up such a primal reaction from him, but this hot, fresh little teen cunt makes him feel things he should've experienced two decades ago with his soon-to-be ex-wife. 

Overwhelmed by the rising tension in his core, Kazuya is back to holding Asuka's ass, back to pinning her little body to him so he can have complete control over her. This is his, will always be his; an extension of himself that he could never hope to sever.

Kazuya kisses her again, bites her lip and chews on her tongue in his ecstasy, balls clenching as his thighs quake from exertion. His grip on her loosens which lets Asuka sit up and ride him for real this time now that she's used to it. She keeps her lips on him as she bounces on his prick, thumbs playing with the hard, taut nipples on his chest as she thrusts her tongue into his mouth. Kazuya's eyes snap shut at that, his hips bucking so hard off the bench he almost throws Asuka off his lap. His orgasm, a sharp and powerful burst of white hot, almost painful pleasure, surges through his cock and ends at his spine, a sensation that actually knocks the wind out of his lungs when it happens to him.

Kazuya sits up and hugs Asuka tightly, not giving her an inch of space to move when he fills her womb, biting her neck to keep himself from crying out. Asuka squirms in pain then, digging her nails into his shoulders when his teeth manage to break skin, but much to his pleasure, she doesn't fight him. She just sits in his lap and runs her fingers through his hair, letting him empty his balls in her bald cunt as he laps at the blood that gathers on his tongue.

What a mess, he thinks to himself.

Kazuya lets go of Asuka's shoulder, blood-tinged spit clinging to his lip when he pulls away. Her wound is bright red and angry like him, a mark that she will have to carry with her for years to come. He touches it and grins when Asuka pushes into his hand, enjoying it. What a good pain slut. He wonders if there are other deliciously painful things he could do to her that she'll like.

“Was that good for you, Ojisan?” Asuka gets his attention. “Was I good?”

Kazuya stares at his bite one last time before acknowledging her with a lazy rock of his prick.

“To say you are good is an understatement,” He kisses her again. “You are perfect for me in every way.”

“I want to make you happy,” Her arms find their way around his neck again. “I love Jichan too much not to do that for him.”

“I will love you with my cock, my lips, my hands,” He bites her chin. “I swear to you, you will always be mine to own.”

Kazuya will divorce Jun, pay whatever alimony he has to pay her, and move in Asuka before her 18th birthday. Her father was a shrewd man desperate for money; he'll keep him quiet with whatever dowry he wants if it means taking this beauty as his new wife.

His prick stirs against the crook of her womb then, igniting another fire in his stomach that only his Asuka, his perfect woman, could ever extinguish.

[tsuki-sennin]

Welcome to the Zoo, Zoo, Zoo~! Family shenanigans~! Heroism~! Jet planes~! Weird things we discovere about Elle~? New villain~? All this (hopefully) and more in these two installments of Hirogaru Sky PreCure~!

It's been real hot out lately so I've been pretty tired so hopefully a bit of heroism is the cool breeze I need to wake up~!

-Itadakimasu~!

-Breakfast time

-Already taking their mom duties tremendously serious.

-So, Tsubasa-kun... explain to me your thought process here.

-I'm not angry or anything, I'm just... perplexed.

-Waku Waku~!

-Ageha gets it. She may be the Messiah, but she's still a literal gosh-dang baby.

-Sorashinosaurus~!

-Don't worry Elle, soon you'll meet Reptar and the world will never be the same.

-Animalsmals.

-CAPYBARA

-You have been chosen.

-Like Baby Jesus and the Sheep.

-Elephant~!

-It's called a trunk, laddie.

-Blue and white... just like Sora-chan.

-Oh wow.

-They're not just different colored for the sake of it, there's evolutionary reason for it, I'm glad they thought to tell us that.

-Her disciples.

-I have to wonder if she overheard Tsubasa's chats with his bird bros?

-That lion sure is a nice guy.

-If she's anything like Chiffon, she's a demon core in doll form.

-

-"Classes for gifted children-" Noooooooooooooooo hoho, no~! No~! No. No.

-SORA SJHLH

-Calm down there, Heihachi Mishima. At least wait until she can carry conversations.

-She heals the sick...

-Thank you, pastel-colored baby.

-To the petting zoo~!

-This must be our new guy.

-Whoa, a minotaur!

-...Buffa?

-Finally, a worthy opponent... our battle shall be legendary~!

-Okay, so... if Battamonda's a PreCure take on a villainous Kamen Rider, and Kabaton was an homage to Bebop from the Ninja Turtles... does that make this guy

-BNUUUY

-I could just die from all this cuteness

-Fear.

-Whoa, he looks super goddamn cool.

-Minoton, of the Underg Empire!

-"Don't compare me to that dottering old gasbag!"

-OKAY BUSTING OUT A T-REX FOR YOUR FIRST MONSTER THIS GUY'S MY NEW FAVORITE

-Readyyyyy Go~!

-Straight up eats energy.

-No head?

-Ah, the good old tyrannosaurus rex. Only the most noble of our North American ancestors.

-It's easy to forget, but they're not just imposing, but with many of their prey being heavily armored and and surrounded by kin, they'd have to have been very intelligent hunters.

-...I wonder what a dinosaur themed season would be like?

-That poor bnnuy!

-Oh! A whole sentence!

-OH!

-Okay! Goddamn!

-"No true warrior raises a hand to a baby!"

-Y'know Tsubasa, the T-Rex is thought to be an ancestor to many varieties of birds in North America. The closest, of course, being the chicken. Dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets are therefore very fitting.

-Holy goddamn he's so cool.

-Wants to be a hero when she grows up~!

-No need to fear the bnuuy.

-*sniffle* They grow up so fast.

-That was a Saki cameo right there

-Tsubasa-kun! It's at last time~! Your day has finally come~!

-Baby Pushups!

-Incredible balance!

-Meet the grandparents~!

-Oh man Sora... ready to meet the in-laws?

-The airport~! The airport~!

-That was a great episode right there.

-Welcome to the airport~!

-There is so much autism stored inside that bird.

-Do it.

-Flying is a matter of making wind and riding!

-JETTO NINJIN

-An intellectual rival has appeared!

-Lots and lotsa planes.

-"Wow, these planes are toys."

-...well, with a name like that, you seem predestined to like planes.

-Kinda like me (Justin) with superheroes.

-Oh!

-Okay, he was just "Tsubasa of the Puni Bird Tribe" before, eh?

-...y'know I'd be a little more concerned about his legal status, but Sora goes to school just fine.

-Coooooooool~!

-Ohhhh, left your pops out to dry, eh? That's not good, is it?

-No need to worry~!

-"Please come to the information desk at once, my."

-JETTO NINJIN!

-Minoton buys his clothes from the Joe Fixit collection.

-I see Mashiro's also taken a shine to the little lady.

-"Well said, my boy~!"

-Let's meet our parents once more~!

-PreCure-sama, PreCure-sama~!

-He's broiling like an angus beef patty.

-The wind~!

-Ranborg~!

-"Battle me, Pretty Cure. There's no chance for you to flee again."

-Oh, Tsubasa takin' the lead today!

-Good on ya lad.

-Battle Time.

-Oh, that bird hit the windshield.

-Oh my god it's the infinity symbol, he is autistic!

-I win!

-I absolutely love Wing's tactical side being so colored by his aviation knowledge.

-Prism used Bubble Beam!

-Ride the wind, boy!

-Extra shiny yellow!

-Off we fly!

-Meet the missus's parents.

-Sora's keeping that shirt in reserve.

-I suppose a whole episode with Mr. and Mrs. Nijigaoka isn't happening

-PEACH

-You seriously dodged a bullet Love, there was a Jet Ninjin earlier.

-...though in fairness, I think you'd absolutely vibe to this ED, it reminds me a lot of You Make Me Happy, one of my favorites from this franchise.

-Next episode?

-Oh! Okay, the Mirror Pad is a pocket dimension apparently. That's frightening.

-And Elle's the God of this world.

-Anyhoo, see you next time~!

[takamakisu]

Alright so Royal absolutely robbed us of Mishima/Kasumi dynamic and I for one, am mad about it. The number one fan of the Phantom Thieves interacting with somebody who disapproves of their methods?? That would've been SO interesting. Like, she transfers in and people snub her because they think she's stuck up so Mishima befriends her cuz outcasts gotta stick together, yeah? But then when she brings up her stance about the Phantom Thieves, shit hits the fan. Think about it. In Mishima's eyes, Kasumi's viewpoint from the trailer of "the only one who can change your situation is yourself" would be absolutely RIDICULOUS because he was in a situation where that was literally impossible. He'd probably be angry too, because Kasumi has a loving (albeit a bit overprotective) father, and a bright future ahead of her so like.. how could she understand anything? At all? I think he'd really really dislike her because of that. Even with Akechi, he can't really argue that the Thieves aren't morally right. But Kasumi's argument REEKS of naiveté and he would definitely call her out on it.

...and because I could Not Stop Thinking about it, I wrote something. This drabble was written when the trailers dropped so uh..some creative liberty was taken but I hope y'all like it!

"Whoooooooo!"

 Mishima's holler could be heard all the way down the hall, reaching Kasumi's ears before she even saw him come into her vision; and he skidded around the corner, waving his arms a bit as he raced towards the first year. Students stared at him in bewilderment, but he paid them no heed. "Kasu-chan! Kasu-chan! KASU-CHAN!"

"What Mishima, what Mishima, WHAT MISHIMA--" she called back as she turned to face him, sounding annoyed, but he knew by now it was more playful teasing than anything. Yuuki slowed and stopped, beginning to chatter excitedly, and she put her hands to his shoulders. "Mishima-kun. Breathe." The boy took two deep breaths, and then exhaled as calmly as possible. 

"Good?"

"Yes. Now what's up?"

"The Phantom Thieves took down another baddie!!" he chirped, and her face crinkled with concern. 

"..oh." 

Mishima didn't notice though, and he almost puffed out his chest with pride. "And it's all thanks to me," he beamed, seemingly aglow. Kasumi tilted her head, furrowing her brows.

 "..what do you mean?"

"Well, you know, the Phan-Site? I got them on the map, pushed them through the door," he explained, moving his hands as he spoke. Now everybody's talkin' about 'em and things are changing!" 

"And so are you," she replied softly, shaking her curls. "Mishima, you're riding on their coattails. Sure, you give them suggestions, but they're doing all the leg work! Do you even care about justice anymore? Or is this just for a title you can parade around like a war badge? See, this is what's wrong with them, good deeds shouldn't have to be... grandiose and out there," Kasumi went on, lifting her hands, and a few students stopped to listen to the argument. "You equate justice with recognition and--"

"I should've known you wouldn't understand," he interrupted, and a dark shadow seemed to fall over his entire face. Kasumi silenced, looking bewildered. 

"Understand what?"

"You don't understand, Kasumi," Mishima accused, jabbing a finger, "What it feels like to be nothing. All my life, my existence has been a joke." He took an angry step forward, and she stepped back. "Nobody took me seriously, nobody was there for me. Not my parents, and definitely not my teachers. The Phantom Thieves saved me, saved Shiho, saved an abundance of people!! You've got your life already made, you've been a gymnast since middle school and everybody loves you, so how the hell would you understand what I'M going through?! How do you have any right to speak on this!?"

Mishima's voice was booming now, and more people had stopped. 

"The Phantom Thieves made me feel like SOMEBODY," he thundered. "Like I actually mattered for once in my life. I'm LIVING now, Kasumi. This 'change from within' doesn't apply to these sons of bitches who don't care about anybody but themselves. Your ideal doesn't work for them. 'The only one can change your situation is you'?! That's BULLSHIT! How can you have the GALL to say something like that after what JUST happened with Kamoshida!?"

Silence. A few students covered their mouths, quiets "oh"s chorusing in the air.

"And another thing," he went on, eyebrows furrowing, "The Phan-Site is not just 'giving suggestions'. I have to manage threads," and he started ticking off on his fingers," I set up polls to keep the community thriving, I ban trolls and people who incite drama and negativity-"

"Tell her!" somebody in the back yelled.

"I dig up information on suspicious people myself on top of sorting through a shit ton of recommendations and requests from users on the site, which I then relate to Phantom Thieves, and I do this for hours a day, easy. And what thanks do I get for it? NONE. But yanno why I don't even care? Because this is a work of passion, and after the Phantom Thieves saved my wellbeing this is the LEAST I can do for them. I may not be changing any hearts, but don't you DARE undermine my work as just 'giving suggestions' because it's JUST as important!" 

Hoots of laughter, clapping, and cheering erupted from fellow students, and Mishima's chest heaved with emotion as his tirade ended.

"Yuuki, I didn't mean to-"

"The Phantom Thieves, whether you approve of their methods or not, are changing society," he finished, pushing roughly past her with his shoulder. 

"So don't get in their way."

Kasumi's shoes clunked a little on the floor as she stumbled to the side, face just as red as them; and then she whipped around, ponytail snapping.

"Yuuki- wait- just... listen," she panted, chasing after him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I don't think the Phantom Thieves are BAD." His dark eyes took on a glimmer of incredulousness, and he raised a black eyebrow. "I just think the way they're going about things is wrong."

"Then what do you suggest we do, Kasu-chan?" he challenged, turning to face her. "Huh? What's your solution?" 

"We teach people how to work through their issues. We teach them how to fight; how to be strong, encourage them to change themselves. It's not easy. But it CAN be done. Mishima...listen. You know the Phantom Thieves, don't you? Talk to them, tell them what I say. The change they're bringing about is not the change we need. What I'm saying is," and she patted the air with her hands, "What happens when society starts getting dependent on the Phantom Thieves and wants them to solve all their problems?"

"That won't happen."

"And how do you know?"

"Because the Phantom Thieves only go after criminals," Mishima countered. "They may not obey the law, but they at least have standards."

"Either way, we shouldn't be stealing people's hearts," Kasumi said gently.

And she lay a hand to her breast.

"We need to heal them."

"Oh yeah, lemme just sit down with criminal leaders, abusers and low down scum and encourage them to 'change themselves', 'heal their hearts.' This isn't a fairy tale Kasumi," Mishima snapped, although he just sounded tired at this point. "You can't just wish for things to get better and then bippity boppity boo, everything is all sunshine and rainbows. Wake up, and see reality, because you obviously don't."

And he stormed away, leaving one flabbergasted redhead staring after him in the hall. 

[mariposalass]

Sora’s Time to Shine

Summary: Mari is already not putting too much expectations going into watching the Final Smash Presentation when someone close to her besides Kirby and Edelgard’s beloved Professor pops out of nowhere in said Presentation. All hell breaks loose (but in a good way).

Setting: Mari and co.’s house in Daly City, California; October 5, 2021

Notes: I was pretty behind in seeing the reveal since I was pretty tired when it came out and I had to check a friend’s post on Plurk to make sure that it was not all for the jokes before watching it on Gamespot and writing this story down. And yes, the Byleth in my S/I verse is the female version in case anyone is curious. And yes, it took me until around 8 AM to write this up. Featuring Luther Vandross. Here is an ask I made on Sora’ behest during a F/O takeover long before he got confirmed recently. #SakuraiHasReachedtheImpossibleDream #Sora4Smash

Tags: Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, Super Smash Bros., Swift Keyblader, Smash Reveal, Sakurai has reached the impossible dream!, Sora for Smash, #Sora4Smash

“Hurry Mari, you’re about to miss it!” Kairi is dragging me out onto the sofa to see the final Smash Ultimate Presentation on the living room pretty early before plopping ourselves onto the sofa.

“Look, Kairi, guys. I hate to be a party pooper, but I have no clue about who could it be,” I try to be realistic in my views.

“Well, at this point, my beloved, it could be anybody from the video game world,” my dear Philip chimes in while trying to reassure me, “Besides, as soon as it is done, we shall try to reply back to this non Smash invitation that El had found in the mail today.”

“Huh, is that correct, El dear?” I asked my regal adopted daughter for confirmation.

“Why yes of course, Mother,” she replies as she passes me the invitation, “I believe that a friend of yours has sent us one, but I didn’t want to open it immediately since this is addressed to you.”

“Okay then, I will get to read it and reply back once the Presentation is over and see who gets to fight with Kirby and Professor Byleth,” I smiled back at her.

“I couldn’t believe that there was a leak that just came out before this Presentation video and it is about music. Who was that dense enough to do it at a time like this?” Riku mumbles as he gets the video streaming on the Nintendo Direct page in his laptop.

“You know, Riku, sometimes people can act very idiotic at times, so there isn’t much we can do besides ignoring and avoiding that as much as possible,” Harry sighs as he is bottle feeding and gently rocking Serena as she had cried a while ago to be bottle fed.

“Guys, have you guys seen Sora lately?” Issa asks us while carrying Chris in her arms, “I haven’t seen him in the last few days. He didn’t even reply back to either my or Kairi’s texts and calls. Do you think he’s off to visit Jack and Sally in Halloween Town? It’s nearing Halloween soon.”

“That’s really a good question, Issa,” Ahk agrees, “I had given up trying to find him by calling over on the phone since last Thursday. All I have gotten from it were many ‘The subscriber could not be reached’ messages.”

Even Riku and Kairi are in a loss for words as they turn to each other and wonder what is up with our friend lately. Did he just went poof without us knowing? Kirby always informs us through his many Poyos that he would have to head off to Smash whenever a new tourney starts or a newcomer arrives and Edelgard’s class often gets shorter class schedules or early dismissals whenever Professor Blyeth gets to fight in Smash: she is the professor handling the Black Eagles class. Sometimes even El, Petra and Dorothea along with a few others (and yes, that includes the Gatekeeper) would come over to Smash to spectate from the sidelines and support their beloved Professor.

There is a long silence when the Nintendo Switch title card plays in the laptop and Karina directs us all to watch the screen to see many clips featuring many Smashers in the current tournament before it transitions to Sakurai-san in the studio explaining about the video as well as showcasing the Mii Fighter costumes.

“Hey look, Isabelle the Dog’s demon slaying friend from Bethesda is now coming to Smash to rip and tear up the competition!” Moana screams when the Doomguy Mii Gunner costume appears.

“Good for him; I know that many fans really did want him to be in Smash, though the costume is a nice addition,” Issa agrees. “That now makes three Bethesda franchises represented in the costumes.”

“Even the Octolings and Judd the Cat got hats based on them too,” I chime in as well.

“Oh hey, guys! Sakarui’s about to reveal the last fighter for the Second Fighter’s Pass, so keep down it and don’t expect too much,” Karina informs as Sakurai transitions to the main event and we all stay silent and stay glued to our seats.

The screen turns black before the usual Smash logo opening shows up, but instead of the usual zoom in, it then turns into a flaming Smash logo with all the Smashers up until Kazuya Mishima (yeah, the guy who tried to drop Kirby off a cliff) looking at it and covered in the shadows. Did MH decided to get them to show up in there and meet the last fighter in the dark? Probably, I bet that he might be keeping it as a surprise and possibly even conserving electricity at the same time. Then cut to Inkling Girl looking in awe with the Smash logo reflecting onto her pupils as a nice ode to the first reveal trailer for the game/tourney, I honestly love this shot.

Wait a minute, the logo turns into stars and the next scene shows everyone frozen in place as toy-like ambiios?!? How is it even possible? Well, it does certainly confirmed once again that the video game version of the tourney is set in a world of make believe after all. I could swear that a lot of people crying their eyes out as they are watching this. It looks like this is the end of one great video game series about mascots fighting among each other. Or is it? Because the camera is aiming at Mario as if he looks like he’s trying to take a nap while standing up.

Riku then proceeds to mumble some words to me incoherently that something big is coming the moment Mario wakes up to see a glowing light to see the last remaining flame glowing on the floor, which I do agree with him. Suspicious right? Oh God, Mario no! Please don’t touch the fire for everyone’s sanity. Wait, hold on a second: that isn’t not just fire that he just grabbed on and then tossed it into the sky like a boomerang: the mystery object looks like a Keyblade and there’s that Mickey keychain! Yep, that’s a Keyblade alright. Could it be...

I could recognize that beam of light that Keyblades often produce whenever they lock and unlock Keyholes to other worlds, so does everyone in the room. Riku and Kairi hugged onto each other as if we’re about to brace for an emergency (Karina and Moana also did the same), Ahk stares at the screen to see if he’s not imagining things all the sudden, Issa has her mouth drop in shock, Chris and Serena didn’t cry throughout this entire presentation, Harry gasps and nearly drops Serena’s bottle, Philip turns to me for answers while Edelgard begins to sweatdrop in concern.

No words are exchanged as the light grows and shines brighter before it proceeds to shoot itself away from the Keyblade to reveal a Keyhole on another part of the room. It then glows bright within as the camera switches back to the rest of frozen Smashers as the light begins to fill the room and revives Link, Cloud, Incineroar and Mewtwo as they all gawk at it as it reveals something from the World of Light with the orchestral rendition of Simple and Clean playing in the background. And that’s when it hits us right at the gut: the familiar spiky brown hair poking out from that Keyhole.

“What!?!” Kairi shouts as the Keyhole ‘spits’ out Sora from the World of Light.

“H-h-he actually got in, for real?” Riku squeaks up.

“Oh my…” I gasp in pure shock as we watch the whole thing played out.

“Sakarui finally did it?” Issa adds in to the discussion.

“Well, it’s about time that they managed to get his darn behind into the tourney,” Karina seconds in.

Soon enough, Sora finally wakes up from his nappy time and takes notes from Peter Pan and Tinkerbell as he flies around, sprinkling fairy dust all over the other Smashers, before landing on the floor and the Keyblade flying back to his hand.

“Damn it, Sora!” I scream as the splash screen pops in.

“Kai, your boy has finally made it big time!” Moana shakes Kairi in congratulation rather rapidly that it nearly gives my lil sis a dizzying spell.

“Moana, please don’t make Kairi that dizzy,” Harry had to tell her that.

“Whoops! Sorry Kairi,” she apologizes to her which she accepts.

So with that, we switch back to Sakurai going in depth with Sora’s moveset after he discussed about the Kingdom Hearts games and world. And he has gotten 4 costume changes, man Sora, that’s a big wardrobe you’re bringing in, oh wait, he even got the Timeless River costume too. That makes it 5 then.

“Oh gods, Sakurai is making us suffer by watching Sakurai using Sora to beat up everyone,” Ahk tells us as the Sora moveset showcase begins.

“No kidding,” Harry muses as we see Sora beating everyone in Battlefield.

“Whoa, they went for Sealing the Keyhole instead of having Trinity Force with Donald and Goofy? What a bummer,” Karina bemoans in dismay.

“Well, you know modern Disney: too overprotective of their IPs,” Philip reminds her.

“Oh new stage, what could it be?” Riku gleefully chimes in before they reveal Hollow Bastion as the stage, “Whoa, Hollow Bastion. I never thought that you will return again.”

Then the stage changes into Dive to the Heart and it had Riku and Kairi in the stained glass in one, Riku being the main focus of the second one, Roxas in the middle of the third, Xion in the fourth, Terra for the fifth, a sleepy Ven in the sixth, and Aqua’s in the seventh.

“Pretty!” I complimented the look of each stained glass.

“Quite impressive I will admit,” El agrees with me too.

Then Sakurai begins a playthrough with Sora facing Cloud and Sephiroth in Hollow Bastion, for a while, we all thought that he’s going to be a goner with Cloud and Sephiroth beating him up in the Stamina match but then the tides begin to turn in his favor after Sephy lost his full stock and with Sora having to take down Cloud next. When he did, the scene begins to go into a slow white fade out with a Game!

“Alright! Sora did it! He defeated both Cloud and mean old Sephy,” Riku cheers on.

“Woo! Go Sora!” me, Kairi, Moana, and Karina screams aloud.

“That was brilliant!” Harry agrees before he turns to Serena, “Did you hear? Uncle Sora managed to defeat two opponents in a Smash Ultimate playthrough.”

“9 songs is better than nothing at all,” Issa observes, “It would be a licensing nightmare to talk to Disney if they can borrow a couple of songs from them and they straight up refuse to assist, oh well. Oooh, a Dearly Beloved Swing arrangement, nice! I better get that save file on the Switch prompto!”

“And check out that Spirit Board: Aunt Kairi has a Spirit of herself,” Edelgard informs us as the Spirit Board for KH is revealed.

“Oh gee, never thought that it could ever happen, but thanks,” she blushes.

“Hey, I got one as well, same with Axel, Xion, Roxas, Aqua, Terra and Ven,” Riku joins in, “Marina is so going to be happy to see her boyfriend as a Spirit. She will probably try to get him real soon.”

“You bet it right, Riku, you bet it right,” I nod and agree with that last statement.

“Oh hey, he’s going to be ready within a few weeks’ time,” Karina speaks up, “Neat! The roster is now complete.”

“Even Steve and Alex have amiibos of themselves being made, that’s even more wonderful,” Ahk takes note of it, “I’m pretty sure that Sora will have one of his own along with Pyra, Mythra, that jerk who tried to threw Kirby off a cliff, and even Sephiroth soon.”

“WHAT?!? Kingdom Hearts are coming to the Switch too!?!” I am surprised to hear the news as Sakurai reveals this new information, that is so mind-blowing.

When it fades to black then to the Ultimate mural, the camera then goes for the space between Ganondorf and Dark Samus to fill in Sora’s spot before panning back. Man, this Presentation is long and is finally ending, thank God; it must be tiring to sit down and watch a nearly hour long video as Sakurai showcases the screenshots he has made and showed off in Twitter. Man, so many memories and montages. And the achievements, wow, that is a lot of them, it will be a game feat that I don’t think it will be broken for a long time.

Man, I will miss the presentations and Sakurai’s corny jokes for sure. I wish him a nice deserving break from all the game development for sure as he gives thanks to everyone from the devs to the players to the people prompting the game and ends it off with a heartfelt goodbye as it fades to back into the full reveal trailer.

“Oh gee, I’m going to miss the Smash Presentations,” Kairi sighs, “I can’t believe that we’re coming to an end.”

“Man, it’s finally over,” Riku gasps in remark as the full trailer plays out, “I don’t think that there will be a game like Ultimate for a very long time. That’s for certain.”

“I agree, Riku. It’s to going to be a tough act to follow up on,” I add in before I look up at the ceiling and murmur some words, “It’s been a long time coming, Sora. You truly deserve that last spot, you really do. Have fun in the tourney and Smash Mansion, buddy.”

Sora is Finally Here!

The End

[ukeishin]

ts*mishima but make him ur typically edgy angst teen and ur the cliche bubbly personality character and he hates you but you just think he needs to live a little and you always tell people this but you say it so snidely that ts*kki can’t help but fucking get annoyed by your presence but one day you get assigned to be project partners and he realizes ur not too bad but now it’s you who refuses to be civil with him bc ur sick and tired of his shitty attitude so he tries to improve but like,,, he sucks at it

it’s when he begins to envy whoever you’re talking to that he realizes he’s been a total ass to you. whenever you talk to him, you look like you’d rather die than spend another moment in his presence, but when you’re talking to your friends, you’re so animated and happy. ts*kki briefly wonders what that would be like. as quick as that thought comes, he’s getting rid of it because why would he think of you like that? things are tense between the two of you because you refuse to give him a chance at all (for good reason since he’s kind of a dick who’s never been nice to you). things reach their breaking point when ts*kki, who’s tired of you being short with him, says he’s sorry. you think you’re going mad because it kind of sounded like ts*kishima kei actually apologized for his behavior? and you’re too nice for your own good and tentatively accept his apology.

[starlight-phantom]

Takuto Maruki Week Day 5 Prompt - Holidays

Takuto hummed excitedly as he flicked through the tour guide magazine. This trip was unexpected, but definitely not unappreciated.

"Again, thank you so much for agreeing to help out, Maruki-sensei. And sorry it was such short notice…" Kawakami muttered tiredly from her seat next to him. Takuto had been asked to act as a chaperone for the second year's school trip to Hawaii.

"No, no! It's perfectly fine! I understand everything's been quite hectic, thanks to that tabloid about the Kamoshida incident. Besides, who am I to refuse a trip to Hawaii?" He replied with a sweet smile.

"That is very fair! Although, I can't help but feel a little tense… Everything's been so busy and muddled up that we haven't been able to plan an itinerary for the trip…" Kawakami sighed, leaning back into her seat dejectedly.

"Oh, I don't know… I'm sure the students will be fine. I've seen plenty of them doing their own research on the landmarks in Waikiki. Besides, you could use this trip as an opportunity to relax and de-stress. It's good to take a break every once in a while." Takuto suggested, flicking through the pages to find recommended places to eat.

"Hmm… Yeah… That would be nice… I've had to spend so much time fending off the press, I deserve to relax on the beach for a few days!" Kawakami declared with an excited twinkle in her eyes as she began daydreaming of sunbathing with a beer in hand.

"That's the spirit!" Giggled Takuto.

"We have begun our descent. Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts." The announcement sounded out as the air hostesses finished up their duties.

"WHOOOAAA!" A sudden loud voice made the two adults jump as they flung their heads in the direction of the voice. They were greeted by the sight of Ryuji staring out the window in amazement, leaning over Ren who had the expression of a startled cat while Mishima tried to yank Ryuji back into his seat. Takuto couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, someone seems excited!" He remarked to Kawakami. The brunette teacher chortled back as she clicked her seatbelt and prepared for the landing.

"Okay, that's half of the students… Maruki-sensei, could you see if the remaining students need any help, please? Some of them might be having difficulty with the language barrier…" Requested Kawakami as she took roll call for each student that exited the arrival's gate.

"Sure thing." The chestnut haired man instantly agreed, walking back to the customs desks. He walked past a very tired looking Ryuji.

"Damn, I totally panicked… The hell was he sayin'?" The blond muttered to himself. Shortly after, a very cheerful Ann walked past. Of course she wouldn't have any problems with the questions. When Takuto arrived, a very nervous Ren was being questioned. His clung onto his bag as a confused frown appeared on his face.

"So, what are you planning to do while you're in the country?" The agent asked as he inspected Ren's passport.

"U-Um… I… am s-student?" The raven haired teen awkward replied, cursing his lack of understanding of the English language.

"So, you're planning to study?"

"I-I… Visit?"

"You're visiting someone?"

"Um, excuse me!" Takuto interjected. "He's with us. We're visiting for a school trip. Sorry if you've been having difficulty, some of the students aren't too acquainted with the language yet." He explained. The agent nodded in understanding.

"I see! So, all the teenagers wearing the plaid trousers and skirts are your students?"

"That's correct. Sorry for any inconvenience we may be causing."

"No, thank you for the explanation, my job can go a lot quicker now." The man smiled at the chaperone before handing the passport back to Ren. "Enjoy your stay."

"Th-Thank you. Have a nice day." Ren stuttered in response, hoping that he used the right phrase. An exhausted sigh left the bespectacled boy's mouth.

"I completely blanked…" He uttered under his breath.

"You alright, Amamiya-kun?" Takuto asked with a soft chuckle.

"I really suck at English… I only understood a few words…"

"Well, it's okay. Kawakami and the rest of the chaperones are waiting at the luggage carousel."

"Alright, thank you, Sensei." Ren thanked Takuto for his help before walking off to meet up with the rest of the group.

"Wow, this hotel is nice…" Takuto murmured as he scanned his eyes around the lounge area.

"I know! I'm quite excited about this trip now! Has everyone been paired up yet? We just need to assign rooms and then we can relax." Kawakami replied as she glanced down at her register.

"Right, I'll tell the students by the entrance, I don't think anyone's told them yet." Takuto offered.

"Thanks, Sensei. I'll go collect the keys."

Takuto wandered over to the ever so familiar group of Phantom Thieves students, overhearing their conversation as he got closer.

"By the way… What is this smell?" Asked Ryuji.

"It's the flowers for the leis and carpet cleaner. It's coconut scented!" Mishima informed him.

"What are you, the king of random facts?!"

"I just like to research places before I visit them."

"Have you ever thought of joining a trivia contest? You'd crush it." Ren commented with an amused smile.

"Hey, yeah! That would be great for you! You'd win so many prizes!" Ann giggled, smacking Mishima's arm lightly.

"I'd never thought of that… Sounds interesting!"

"Hey, guys! Just letting you know that you need to pair up for your rooms. We're handing out keys now, so if you could organise yourselves, that would be great." Takuto announced as he reached the group, Makoto joining him shortly after having finally finished dealing with the taxi drivers.

"Ooh, ooh! Hey, Ren, room with me!" Ryuji excitedly requested, slinging his arm around Ren's shoulders.

"Oh, sorry… I should have specified… You need to room with someone from your class…" Takuto apologised as he quickly added that last piece of information.

"Whaaaaaat? Oh, c'mon! Why can't I room with Ren?" Ryuji whined.

"It complicates roll call." Makoto sighed.

"Oh, hey! If it's in classes, then do you wanna room with me, Amamiya?" Asked Mishima with a shy smile.

"Sure thing. You're the only dude in our class that actually talks to me." Ren happily agreed. Takuto couldn't help but frown after hearing that statement.

"That ain't fair…" Ryuji moaned childishly.

"Awww, don't worry, Ryuji… We'll think of you when we share our midnight snacks." Said Ren, smirking as he slid his arm around Mishima's shoulders. Ryuji pouted.

"Yeah, and you'll be with us in spirit when we spent the entire night chatting." Mishima added with a grin.

"Oh, bite me…" The blond muttered as he skulked off to find his own roommate.

"What about you, Ann? Have you got a roommate?" Makoto enquired, clearly wanting to relax already.

"Hm? Oh yeah, one of my classmates asked me to room with her earlier." Ann replied.

"Alright, go collect your keys over by Kawakami-sensei. Once you've got your keys, you're free to do what you want." Takuto informed them. Ren and Mishima glanced at each other.

"Let's get that key."

"Hell yeah."

Ann rolled her eyes as the two boys sped over to the front desk.

"I'm gonna go see if my roommate has the key already."

"Oh, that seems to be everyone now, Sensei…" Makoto spoke up, pointing to the unimpressed Ryuji who had reluctantly found his roommate.

"Great! Alright then, go get your key, Niijima-san. You deserve a break after all your hard work." Takuto encouraged her, gesturing over to Kawakami.

"Thank you, Sensei." She bluntly replied. Takuto grinned as he watched her walk away. Finally, all of the hard organisation was out of the way… Now, he could relax… Where should he visit first? In the end, Takuto decided that he would go with the obvious choice and visit the beach. An excited smile appeared on his face as he went to collect his own room key.

"Mmm~" Takuto hummed happily as he took a large sip of his drink. He had checked out a few stores on the nearby streets before making his way over to the beach. One of these shops sold Hawaiian shirts and Takuto simply couldn't resist. He purchased a deep green shirt with a pink floral design on it and immediately put it on, buttons undone with his navy blue swim trunks and black sandals. Although, the main store that caught his attention was a fruit juice bar that sold freshly squeezed juice. He bought himself some mango juice. It was ice cold and incredibly refreshing, just the tropical taste was enough to put him in a good mood. But the delicious juice and a walk along the gorgeous beach? It was like a dream. The sun was beaming down brightly, the light shimmered on the crystal clear waves, the soft white sand slid under his footsteps, the trees blew in the soothing cool breeze… It was perfection.

"Hm?" Takuto hummed as he took another sip, noticing a familiar head of fluffy hair sat on a bench.

"Hey, Amamiya-kun, why are you here by yourself?" He asked, sitting down next to him to keep the boy company.

"Makoto and Ann went to buy sunscreen, Mishima wanted to buy some watermelon for us to share, and Ryuji needed to pee." Ren informed him matter-of-factly as he watched the sea with squinted eyes.

"Don't you have any prescription sunglasses?" Takuto murmured, noticing Ren's eyes watering from the brightness of the sun.

"Nope. Been meaning to buy some for the past year but I keep forgetting…" Ren replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh yeah, I've been there…" Takuto muttered in agreement, taking another sip of his drink.

"What is that?" Ren asked, pointing to Takuto's cup.

"Hm? Oh, I found a juice bar back there. It's mango juice! Really nice!" Takuto told him, grinning cheerfully as he displayed the juice. Ren scoffed with laughter at the sight.

"You sure do love your juice, huh?" He snickered.

"Mmhm~! Gotta stay hydrated!"

Ren rolled his eyes before glancing down at the bright colours that caught his attention.

"So, uh, what's with the shirt?"

"Found it at a shop back there as well. Looks pretty good, right?" Takuto cheered, proudly showing off his purchase. Ren smiled back at him awkwardly.

"It's… very you." Was his response.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Takuto asked, raising an eyebrow as he smirked at the raven haired boy who averted his gaze innocently. "C'mon… What did you mean?"

"It just screams Big Dad Energy to me." Ren replied, expressing his true opinion on the shirt.

"Well, I consider that a huge compliment, so thank you, Amamiya-kun!" Takuto laughed with his usual sweet smile.

"... Sure thing."

"Hey, Amamiya! I got the watermelon! Sorry I took so long, they sliced it up for me." Mishima called out as he jogged over, carrying a small platter of watermelon slices.

"Ooh, those look good!" Ren remarked as his mouth began watering.

"They're fresh as they can be! Would you like one, Maruki-sensei? After all, when you think of the beach, you think of watermelon, right?" Mishima offered, holding the platter out towards the chestnut haired man.

"Oh! Thank you very much, Mishima-kun!" Takuto thanked the blue haired boy as he very happily took a slice and munched on it.

"Wow, that's really good! You should try them yourself!" He exclaimed, eyes widening as the taste flooded his mouth.

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Ren giggled as he grabbed himself a slice.

"H-Hey!"

"Sit down, Mishima! You can eat them if you put the platter down!"

"... Oh, yeah."

Takuto laughed at the boys' banter.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it. Just remember to get back to the hotel by eight, okay? See you later!" He reminded them as he walked away, waving casually.

"Sure thing!"

"Will do!"

Takuto chuckled softly to himself as he heard the boys call back to him. A contented sigh left his mouth as the sea breeze blew through his fluffy hair. This place was stunning. Most people would consider having to watch the students a pain in the ass, but Takuto loved it. All of them were sweet in their own way, and seeing them all enjoying themselves made it completely worth it. The wind ruffled his shirt, making it billow behind him like a hero's cape. The cold condensation from his juice dripped down the cup and onto his hand. The soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore reached his ears, along with the cheers and laughter of the friends, families and couples enjoying the beach. The underlying scent of coconut emanated from every tree in the area. It was the most serene scene Takuto had ever experienced. As he looked out at the azure horizon, a soft smile appeared on his face as he realised just how lucky he was.

[mybrotherandmedraw]

i haven’t asked this before, so how about 21 for the ask game?

(Mod Nurd)

Who do I think is overrated? oh man thats a hard one,,, they all have an equal amount to be lovable characters... but if i had to choose one then, unfotunately it’d have to be- and im sorry for throwing my favourite character under the bus- mr joe tazuna himself. 

Not because he’s a bad character in any sense of the word! He’s in fact one I find very high on the list of interesting characters! But moreso I guess, how he’s treated by the fandom? the fact that he’s played out to be innocent and the jesus figure of the game just isnt true in canon cus he did a lot of suspicious stuff! 3 i remember on the top of my head is like

-Planning to throw everyone under the bus if it meant saving sara and himself

-openly admitting to snapping if sara were to be chosen to die (this could be meaningless bcos “big talk for a small dude” though)

-literally squaring up the moment mishima died (and hypothetically, if no one stopped him, and he found out who voted mishima, who is to know what he’d do? probably not straight up murder but it’d definitely cause an imbalance in cooperation)

Before i even started this tumblr i actually talked to yozi about this! but im no good with going into depth so I’ll end it there

Now to actively contradict myself, I think its challenging to portray joe with all sides of his character in mind! so i dont blame th fandom, plus everyone sees something different in their favourite characters. I suppose thats what opinions *are* for though. it’s nice to see joe portrayed in a less adored light. (in my opinion, of course) My man joe is a bit of an asshole! and thats ok

(Gonna add a definition of “woobified” here for Yozi’s response: A character made for the audience to feel extremely sorry for)

(Mod Yozi)

Keiji, its Keiji and Shin for me. The thing is I think Shin is overhyped and then protrayed very woobified a lot fo the time like, overly woobified. N Keiji is just, he's like the batman of YTTD. He has the extreme of being portrayed as the dad friend, or some incredible creep of a cop and its so jarring , and ykno sometimes there is this nice balance! I personally think I'm just being picky bcs it's not like there are a lot of keiji centric stuff around hes usually depicted w the kids or in ships rather than on his own so;; Shin I won't go too deeply into bcs I'm not that well versed w his character I just don't like unironically woobified characters. He's a funky and funny lad but not my cup of tea and sometimes I grow tired of him and the nagito/kokichi comparisons. I just can't escape them.

 

I also agree w nerd, he said it all perfectly fr joe. I would go deeper into Keiji but!!! I feel like it'd end up sounding really mean and we are still trying to be fairly neutral here so B) Yozi's anger towards Keiji's inconsistent and strange characterization in fanon is for another day, maybe on their personal blog whenever they make one.

[bearpillowmonster]

Persona 5 Review (Confidants)

You can increase relationships with characters, increase your knowledge, guts, charm, proficiency and kindness in your free time for various uses in the future, it’s really intricate and interesting because you’re seeing so many storylines at once and uncovering other characters’ pasts, it’s really engaging. I guess it's possible to not have maxed social stats but I didn't really have a problem with it. I know that there are some things you can only do before or after a palace but I ‘usually’ try to get it done in one run as early as I can, it’s almost like the palaces are the break from taking breaks. Though if you do leave a palace, it restores hp and sp so that’s cool. Also, finishing a palace early opens up a lot of relationship opportunities because they aren’t nagging “You wanna go to the Palace today?”

So, if you can spend time with only so many characters then which ones did I spend time with and which ones do I recommend spending the most time on? Well first off, you can dabble, like just start someone’s route and if you don’t like it then just ignore it and move on, I like how it gives you a chance to meet everyone before any major commitments. Also finishing one up sometimes gives you exclusive personas you can make. 

Let me start with Chihaya, I like the Chihayafuru anime so I went along with it but I really just wanted my money back, I’m not sure if the star actually did anything but the story was just average and that money wasn’t coming back. I didn't spend a whole lot of time with her though I kind of wish I had because I saw a rumor that she helps with something significantly, as long as you have the cash for it, which is very apparent around endgame or even if you had the part time jobs.

Ryuji’s story was average but I use him a lot in combat so I wanted to increase my bond. I’ve seen headcanons that these characters do really crazy stuff and go to prison for it but it’s not true, they’re just a band of misfits, the prison that you see in promos is a metaphorical one, a dream prison held inside their own mind, it’s in the very beginning of the game, just want to clarify that because it worried me going into this game. I finished his confidant.

Queen’s is rather decent, as I mentioned, she was...She acts way too attached to not like him, I mean look at the way she’s clinging to him during that house break in scene, she’s always the one to take initiative and be second in command. What I don’t understand is that if you go somewhere with her and see someone, she’ll immediately play it off “he’s just carrying my books”. She’s also the one that went straight to Alibaba when getting hurt, I like that motherly aspect. I ship my Joker with Queen for him but Kawakami for me (it would be kinda weird for him since she's older and his teacher). It’s the amount of growth we see her character go through, she seems the most genuine even if her side story focuses on her friend.

Panther’s is alright but she wants you to help her get mentally strong, O..k..? I’m not exactly one for Panther so I didn’t choose her romantic route because I think she has more chemistry with Fox. Though she seems to be the most connected to Ryuji for some reason, despite bagging on him all the time. DNF.

Fox, I will say that spending time with him made me appreciate him more and I like the rewards and art that goes with it. He’s actually hilarious, this game has a sense of humor and when it comes to him, it’s just gold, he’s so passionate and proper which makes for the best type of lines and delivery. DNF.

Kawakami, I obviously have a soft spot for but I see that her story is a real thing that bothers her, I’m not a big fan of what she reveals half way through, that seemed kinda pointless other than keeping that a secret but if you have a decent amount of money, I would up her confidant as well, it certainly wasn’t anything I expected. I finished it relatively early but by the end she enables you to go out at night even if you’re tired from mementos or a palace. Imagine my surprise when I instantly like her and then the way they introduce her route...I’ll leave it at that other than I finished her confidant.

Speaking of, quick break in the section to mention this. You would think something as in depth as this game would include a meter or consequence of sorts if you start neglecting people or duties but it’s not as stressful as that, you don’t have a sleep meter so you can do stuff in the evening (though sometimes sleeping will enable certain things like dreams which give you points with characters you spend time with regularly)

Mishima is actually one of the more interesting ones to bond with because his story seems very casual but it’s interweaving with the main one until the end of it and I like where it heads, I usually tried staying nice to him for the most part but making sure he doesn’t go “too too far”. The big thing you get is being able to increase your “other” party members stats as if they were equipped in your main party which can be useful. He was one of the first I maxed.

Yoshizawa is the new girl in Royal, so I tried to get on her good side, I actually met her and thought she was kind of robotic because of how apologetic she was but as time went on and as I grew her her confidant, she became more appealing. She was the first I finished because she only has 5 ranks but it was alright, as I said, she’s new so her story is going to be in there anyway but ranking just gives a bit more context is all. Getting all 5 ranks doesn’t finish it. However, it never seems like it's actually "finished", of course I didn't do the romance route so it might've been longer that way but for the most part, from what I see, the romance routes are mostly copy and paste with different characters outside their confidants. Other than a few dialogue options with different context but they’re the same events. The field trip in particular is the main one that I’m talking about. (I know I just revealed I played Royal, I’ll explain why this review isn’t about Royal towards the end though)

If you want, you can help Caroline and Justine experience human stuff but it isn’t a confidant, it just gives you items.

Sojiro. I only did his about half way because he gifts kindness and sometimes enables you to get coffee which gives you hp or sp. Which is cool but I wasn't sure how the confidants worked just yet and was scared I would drag him into the story unnecessarily but that's not the case for any of them, the consequences are a lot different than you might first imagine. He takes calls from multiple people, some who we figure out, some we might not and then he dresses in that sketchy outfit and says "dress for the job you want." and the way he's dressed makes him look like a pimp so...that's concerning. DNF.

Akechi is a bit questionable but every now and then I would spend time with him. He reminds me of a lion. There isn’t much of story though other than that one thing about his parents. Most of these are just spending time with the character and they start to build more substance about half way through. DNF.

Oracle actually has a really cool personality, I think of her more like a sister type to my character though. You have to have a good level of kindness in order to do a lot (which is the hardest to obtain) Once you do though, it seems to tie into a side quest and it’s really dumb because you change a gamers heart...for cheating. And that leads to...

Shinya. Why does this character even have a confidant? It easily could have been Iwai to help with that sort of thing. I didn't even rank him up, sorry, just wasn't really enough of a reason to.

Hifumi is cool, I like how she’s in a church and plays Shogi, it reminds me of Hunter X Hunter with Gungi. Her story is kind of sad too but not too much different from the “I’m on all the magazines but don’t really want to” she just wants to promote the board game. I waited until after I maxed out Queen to get past Rank 4 for her though because I was wary of giving some of the girls the wrong idea especially since that meeting between her and Queen. But once my character and Queen were official, then I decided to come back to Hifumi. DNF.

Takemi has an interesting take, I ranked her confidant up but wasn’t psyched about it, it provided a source for the guts attribute for a little while, it’s really sketchy in hindsight but the story is a little bit similar to Kawakami, with being shunned and all but Takemi seems to embrace it a lot more. I maxed her confidant, it allowed me to get discounted prices for health items.

Noir. She’s actually what I expected Persona to be like, she’s the neutral in my eyes, kind of bubbly but cute about it instead of overly obnoxious. She takes certain events way better than I expected which is good for her but I think the story would’ve packed a punch during that arc if they went deeper with how she takes it. It’s poetic how she’s acting healthy while her father is not. Not to mention that it’s like she’s planting the seeds for her new self both metaphorically and literally. You can gain some pretty good items if you do it right, SP is always a welcome in my book. DNF.

Iwai. I’m not going to recommend which thing you should prioritize, that’s up to how you want to play the game, you should keep it balanced but this guy requires a pretty high guts level. He can mod your weapons for you which comes in handy, the story is kind of mysterious because you go undercover. You also get discounts. DNF.

I love the idea of Joker bringing around a talking cat the whole time, it’s a total aesthetic, sneaking him some of his food, keeping him in his backpack, he’s as big a part of the team as any, if not the biggest. You don’t really choose to rank him up though, he’s intertwined, you can still choose to be nice to him though. Even though he doesn’t act like him, Morgana kind of reminds me of Daxter with the dynamic, wherever Joker goes, Morgana goes. I let Morgana kind of take free rein and he ended up being the strongest on my team, you don’t know how many “1-More”s I’ve seen this cat do, he was probably the one that was most consistently in my party.

I didn’t mess with that political guy or the journalist.

Also make sure to have figured out what gifts go to which person because once you get the option, it may be hard to get it back if you refuse. Ranking up people outside of the Phantom Thieves affects who is there for the ending so maybe keep that in mind.

Now you may or may not have noticed I missed a specific character, I have been writing this review since I started the game, accumulating different opinions and such, as I mention some in the Palace section of my review. The final days of playing this have pissed me off. From here to the end, I’m going to rant so if you don’t want to hear it and just want to take what I’ve said and leave, now’s the time, I’ve written everything else without this burden on the game hampering my score. However, you need to know this if you want to buy Royal specifically.

Maruki is far and few between, not much substance but I don’t mind sitting down with him once in a while. I only got about half way through so if you want to increase his confidant, do it early because it’s not always available but he helps with SP like the temple in Kichijoji. That’s what I wrote, then I finished the game and I was like “Wait a minute...something isn’t right...” So I looked it up and apparently Maruki is a new character to Royal as well. Alright, fine, so what? Well you need to rank him to level 9, there is in fact a reason and I completely missed it because I played this game BLIND. Biggest mistake and the game doesn’t tell you otherwise. So with Persona Royal, you get an extra semester longer than the original game with new story and new content that deals with Yoshizawa and Maruki in particular. The regular additions to the vanilla game hinted at it but I never knew there was more to it. So, I could’ve played the regular version of Persona 5 and had the same experience. Oh, but to put the icing on the cake. You need to rank up Maruki by November 18th. I only ever had two save files and you know what the one I didn’t finish was at? NOVEMBER FLIPPING 19TH. But wait; How do you play the new content if you can’t go back to the save file? And to that I say “HA” You don’t. I screwed the pooch unless I want to play the entire game again on new game+, has to be the same ending I had too so no finishing early with one of the other endings. Even if I played on the easiest difficulty, have all the stuff from new game+, use all the strats that I figured out afterwards, it would still take forever. The shortest speedrun of this game is 16 hours, that’s enough for a whole other game, I beat Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood in less than that. Why isn’t there a function to skip to a certain section?! I’M PISSED so for now F- this game, if I ever manage to play through those sections at some point then I’ll update this review getting rid of this and making its own review. I’m not just going to look up the cutscenes either, I got Royal instead of vanilla for a reason.

[winterune]

A comfortable sort of feeling

A Persona 5 Fanfiction

@shuannweek Day 1: Night In/Night Out

Rating: G | Word count: 1381

Also available on: AO3. 

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Ren was hunched down on her sofa beside her, typing away at the laptop he had set on the coffee table in front of him. He had been in that position for the past two hours with no breaks but the occasional back stretching and neck rolling. He was doing one now, before reaching over to one of the papers scattered about his computer and reading through it.

They were supposed to have a date that night. A nice outing and a nice dinner. But Ren had called earlier, saying that he had a sudden assignment he had to submit that very night and asked if they could, maybe, just watch some movies at her apartment instead.

Pouting hadn’t helped, as Ann knew how much this assignment meant to him as modeling was to her. He was a college student and a member of his university’s press club. Ann had been surprised when she learned Ren wanted to pursue journalism in college. Yes, she knew of his ideals, and thanks to their phantom thievery era, Ann understood just what Ren would do to achieve justice and uncover the truth. But, in all honesty, she had never thought of him as a writer. Despite his quiet countenance, Ren was a talker and an executor. He had that way of talking that made people want to support his cause. A kind of political leader, or a teacher or lecturer who would pass on his idealism to his students.

When Ann had asked him about it, all Ren had said was, “I want to seek out truths, and help people speak up.”

Ann hadn’t known quite what to say when she first heard it. But now if she thought about it, it did seem very much like Ren.  That kind, quiet, yet strong and unyielding voice. Even when he first transferred to Shujin as a kid with a criminal record, he had been that lone sparkling star, fearless in the face of his adversaries. No wonder people were drawn toward him.

“What are you staring at?”

Ann blinked. Ren was staring at her, his fingers poised over his keyboard as though he had been in the middle of typing something. A smirk graced his lips.

Ann cleared her throat and carefully looked down at the forgotten magazine on her lap, ignoring the heat slowly creeping up her face at the realization that he had been staring at her for some time. How long had she been daydreaming about him?

“Is it wrong for me to look at my boyfriend’s face?” she asked, but it only made Ren grin wider.

He leaned back. “What? Did I make your heart skip a beat?”

Despite her best efforts, Ann couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Oh, you!” she said, grabbing the cushion from behind her and smacking his arm with it. “Hurry up and finish your assignment or we’ll never have that movie you promised me.”

Ren caught the cushion with a laugh. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll be done in a sec,” he said, before turning back to his laptop. “Just need to finish this up and then I’ll send it over to Mishima.”

Right. There was also the fact that somehow Mishima and Ren got into the same university, the same major, and the same club.

Ann turned her gaze back to her fashion magazine. She flipped one page after the next, but her eyes seemed to only glaze over them and she couldn’t comprehend anything she was reading. In a sec probably meant half an hour. She glanced at Ren sitting beside her, then over to the scattered papers on her coffee table, and to the mug standing there, forgotten. She peaked over the rim and found it empty.

“Want me to make you more coffee?” she asked.

“Nah, that’s okay,” he said. “I’m already finished.”

That surprised her. Ann looked at him, then at his laptop. She scooted over to peer over Ren’s shoulder and indeed, she caught a glimpse of several documents filled with words from top to bottom being saved and closed before Ren moved over to his email and attached those same files. He typed Mishima’s email address at the recipient column.

“And…send.” He clicked the red button and they saw the notification that the email was sent appeared. Ren sighed in relief, stretching his arms high above his head. “I finally finished it.”

“You actually finished it,” Ann echoed in feigned astonishment.

He glanced at her. “What’s that look of wonder supposed to mean?”

Ann looked up to meet his gaze and the proximity of their faces threw her off guard. Those intense gray eyes were so close, and despite half-hidden behind his unruly black hair and black-rimmed glasses, Ann could almost make out her reflection in them. A tiny uncharacteristic pout on his face made her giggle, but it was cut short when Ren stole a kiss from her—a quick brush of his lips against hers that silenced her.

How long had they been together? Two years…and a half? Yet Ren had never failed to make her stomach do a somersault every time he showed her his affection in the most unexpected, cheeky ways. He grinned.

“Let me recharge for a moment.”

“Wha—Ren!” But before she could do anything, Ren had already laid his head on her lap, stretching his arms and back before settling down with a sigh.

“God, I’m tired,” he said softly as he crossed his arms and shut his eyes.

Ann stared at him, dumbfounded. Her arms were still frozen midair, her magazine hanging limply from one hand. She looked at his face, to his laptop, to their forgotten dinner—pizza with extra cheese—on the kitchen counter at the other side of the room.

“Hey,” she called. He didn’t budge. “Ren.” She shook her leg slightly to get him off of her, but still Ren ignored her.

Instead, he rolled to his side and sighed deeply. “Your lap’s really the best pillow I could ask for.”

Ann scowled at him. Her fingers pinched his cheek, not enough to hurt but enough to tell him that she’s annoyed. “Are you saying I’m fat?”

Ren’s shoulder shook with a quiet laugh. “Of course not,” he said. “I’m saying that I feel comfortable around you.”

Her cheeks tinged pink, Ann scoffed and looked away. “Charmer.”

“I’m serious!” He shifted back onto his back and looked up at her. “Hey, I think you can recharge me better than any food or sleep.”

“Now that’s an exaggeration,” Ann said with a laugh. She put her magazine down on the armrest then pushed at his arm. “Come on, your pizza’s waiting and you still owe me a movie.”

“Aww, come on, let me stay like this for a while,” Ren whined. “You got to stare at me as much as you liked, yet you won’t let me stare at you for as much as I want?” That made Ann pause. She looked down at him, and regretted it a moment later. The triumphant smile he had on his face didn’t bode well. “So, what were you thinking about?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked slowly, though her mind clearly knew what he was talking about.

“When you were staring at me,” he elaborated. “Were you thinking about how cool I was?”

Ann pinched his nose this time. “Cheeky, aren’t you?”

Ren batted her hand away with a laugh. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking now?”

“No?”

But Ren didn’t listen. He brought her hand to his chest where he laid it down with his hand over hers. She could feel it—the soft thumping of his heart beneath her fingertips. Thud. Thud. Thud. Her own pulse seemed to match his into a slow, calming rhythm.

“This is how I feel when I’m with you,” he said. “A comfortable-sort of feeling.”

Ann stared at him, at the soft lines on his face and the eyes that spoke of safety and warmth. Her hand moved on its own when she started brushing back those silky-smooth strands of hair. “And here I thought I’d find your heart racing for me,” she teased, but she was smiling, and so was he.

“Believe me,” he said, interlacing their fingers together. “It does.”

~ END ~

[crowsent]

Whumptober 2019 Isolation

Haru Okumura, Akira Kurusu, Persona 5, Isolation

Two separate fanfics this time but I put them both on one post! I hope to gods that I got Haru right bc she’s such an underappreciated character. Big thanks to @lastvalyrian for giving me the Akira Kurusu goes back to his hometown idea bc I cried at that

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Isolation was the monster lurking under her bed, the beast that trailed after her with a drooling open maw, her own Damocles’ Sword, held aloft by a single hair. And in a way, the fact that she felt isolated from everyone else was a little funny.

What a silly girl you are, Haru Okumura. How silly for you to fret over such trivial matters like companionship when you had the whole world laid out before you on a silver plate. Isolation? Loneliness? Solitude? If you’re sad we can buy you new friends. Friends who will adore you and shower you with praise. Powerful friends from rich families that will further the heights of the Okumura name.

You’re so lucky to have all this money, all this fame, all this fortune, and yet you wallow in useless self-pity. Be thankful that you’re an Okumura.

Haru had friends. Fake friends with fake smiles, with honeyed words dripping with the money Father paid them to be nice to Haru. Rich sons and daughters of other conglomerate businesses that Father used as a tool to spread the Okumura family name. They agreed to everything Haru said, laughed at all her jokes, and invited her out to everything. Employees vying for her father’s favour complimented her dress, her hair, taught her how to play cat’s cradle when she was but a young child. Managers of the Big Bang Burger empire always took care in flattering her. Haru caught people around corners, laughing at the easy money just for humouring the Okumura heiress' petty desires to have someplace to belong.

Isolation, Haru thought, was the invisible cage in which she was doomed to die in.

She was always surrounded by people, but she was always alone.

And it was cold.

It was empty.

It was hollow.

All the wealth in the world couldn’t stave off the chasm inside Haru’s heart, the desire to have someone in her life, just one person, who saw her not as the rich Okumura daughter, but simply as Haru.

She waited.

She hoped.

The shoujo manga she happened to read in Shujin’s library had always said that someone would inevitably swoop in and save her from being on her own. Someone would show her that she was more than a damsel in distress, fated to walk a predetermined path. That she could live her own life without someone else’s hand moving the pieces on the board.

But no one came.

Father had arranged for her to marry the son of a wealthy politician. She, too, had become a tool to further his own ambitions.

No one came.

“I’ll be fine.” Haru nodded decisively. “Everything’s going to be okay Haru.” She gently stroked the tomato’s leaves. It had grown so much, rising up despite being in a cramped planter. “Don’t worry about me, okay?” The tomato did not speak. Haru continued to gently brush her fingers over the leaves.

She was in her last year of highschool now. The shoujo manga she had read when she first came into Shujin was long forgotten. A distant memory. She couldn’t even recall what it was about anymore.

The tomato plant was still green, not yet ready for harvesting. Haru hoped she had enough time over the coming weeks to care for it properly. “Shibuya’s a lot safer now that that mafia boss turned himself in. The Phantom Thieves are amazing, aren’t they?”

Silence.

“I wish they would answer my request too…”

Her phone pinged.

A text.

Haru’s smile thinned. “I have to go now. I’m sorry for leaving you in such a quiet place.” The rooftop was silent and the plants which Haru had cared for had to wait. “I wish I could stay here longer.” The text was from Sugimura. Haru didn’t want to go. She had no choice.

“I’ll come back as soon as I can, okay?”

She stood up, wiping the dirt from her hands onto her gym tracksuit. Her plants did not answer, but they were all that Haru had. The rooftop was the only place she felt less alone. Her plants; the tomatoes and carrots, the bougainvilleas and lilies, were the only reason she held on. The only things in her life that brought colour to her grey existence. If she was fated to walk a path someone else had chosen for her, she wanted to at least see flowers blooming at the edges.

Her heart was empty.

Haru walked by a pair of giggling girls on her way out from Shujin.

Haru walked alongside a crowd on her way back home.

She was surrounded by people.

She had never felt more alone.

====

It wasn’t the same.

The gas station was still there, still manned by a single overworked attendant with dead fish eyes and a tired smile frozen on their lips. The school was still there, still tiny and still filled with gossip over every little insignificant thing that happened around town. The cats on the floodplain were still there, the large Department Store was still there, the historical Amagi Inn was still there.

Nothing changed about Inaba. It was still the sleepy old town Akira remembered it to be. His house was still crammed in the residential district. The old couple who lived across from him gave him clipped greetings. Rumours of his arrest, his second arrest as a rebellious thief had spread just as fast as he expected it to. His parents weren’t home.

Nothing changed about Akira’s hometown during his year in Tokyo.

But it didn’t feel the same.

Not anymore.

He shut the front door of his parents’ home with a sigh and stalked over to the living room couch where he collapsed on the cushion with a soft thud. Morgana wiggled his way out of Akira’s bag and onto the couch. “This is your home?” Akira turned face-up so he could watch Morgana’s whiskers twitch and his tail swish around as he peered curiously at Akira’s family home. At the white countertops, at the boring beige sofa, at the obsessively clean space. “It’s quite different from the chief’s attic.”

Akira laughed at that. Though it was a much quieter sound, now. Anything too loud in this too quiet house sounded deafening. “Aren’t you glad not to live in an attic, Morgana?” Akira scratched Morgana behind the ears. Morgana’s tail curled up in delight and his eyes shut with a soft purr. “It’s a lot better than Sakura’s attic, isn’t it?”

Morgana’s eyes opened. For some reason, Akira didn’t like the look his cat gave him. “Do you really think that?”

Of course, Akira wanted to say. Here he was, back home, his actual home. Back in his hometown where whispers about his criminal past would always trail after him like a cape, where his parent’s house was devoid of any character and life, where Akira would have to come back to a quiet building because his mother worked the night shift as the receptionist in the hospital and his father didn’t bother doing anything but drink beer from the fridge when he came home most nights.

He had his old room back. A spartan square room with only a bed and a dresser. Without the potted plant he’d come to love, without the decorations and gifts his friends had given him, without the work desk where he spent hours meticulously crafting tiny knicknacks together. It was a fairly large house that had everything he could possibly need; a nice bathroom with a large tub, a fancy new tv unlike the tiny box he had in Sakura’s attic, a lot of space where he would spend the rest of his life alone.

Without his friends.

Without freshly made curry given to him with a smile.

Without someone to say “welcome back” as soon as he opens the door.

“Joker?” Morgana shimmied away from Akira’s hand, walking on his chest to look at him properly. He nudged Akira’s cheek with a paw. “Hey. Joker. Akira. Are you okay?”

Thankfully, Morgana didn’t mention the fact that Akira’s face was wet with tears. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Akira croaked. He wrapped Morgana in a half-assed hug. Morgana’s tail traced patterns on his forearms. “I’m back home. I’ll be going back to school where you can’t come with me because you can’t fit in the space underneath the desks here. All of my friends are still in Tokyo and I have to live the rest of my life here listening to everyone else mumbling shit about me when they think I can’t hear!” A sigh. Akira’s hands running through Morgana’s fur, trembling. “I’m fucking fine.”

It felt like yesterday when Akira stumbled into Shibuya, wide-eyed and confused, lost. Staring at the cars zooming by and the bright lights and the allure and danger of a strange city. It felt like it was only yesterday when he and Ryuji stumbled upon a lavish castle, when Ann cried and broke down in front of him at some random diner because of Kamoshida’s persistence, when Morgana first came into his life and taught him how to be a phantom thief.

It felt like he had met Makoto only a day ago, when she trailed him all over Shibuya with a flimsy magazine like that would stop her from getting noticed, when she vowed to stop Kaneshiro with them all. It felt like Haru came to him to ask for help with differentiating coffee beans only a few hours ago, when they planted flowers together on Shujin’s rooftop, when she annulled her engagement with Sugimura and gave Akira the biggest smile he had ever seen. It felt like it was only a few minutes ago when he met Sakura, Chihaya, Yoshida, Shinya, Iwai, Mishima, and all the other people who had made his life worth living.

It felt like he had met Yusuke for the first time only a few seconds ago. When Yusuke dragged Akira all over Tokyo in pursuit of true beauty. When Yusuke proudly gave him ‘Desire and Hope’ with their fingers brushing against each other. When Yusuke softly requested for Akira to keep smiling until he was able to capture it on canvas. When Yusuke gave him a tearful smile at the train station as Akira was bound to leave.

A year was not enough.

A year would never be enough.

It’s not enough.

The box of things Akira had from Tokyo sat near the door. He couldn’t bring everything. His room was nowhere big enough to display all that his friends had given him and his parents would never allow such “unsightly” decoration around the house. At least they agreed to let Akira hang the painting from “a famous artist” by the living room. Something to give the white nothingness of the house a little bit of colour.

Morgana stayed quiet as Akira wiped his tears away. “At least I have you Morgana. You’ll stay with me, right?”

A purr, Morgana doing his damnedest to snuggle into Akira’s neck. “Hmph. You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

“I would never! Unless you try to steal my food. Then you’re gonna be living in the streets.” Morgana giggled. Having fur around his neck was ticklish.

The house was too quiet. There was no smell of coffee in the air, or the white noise of a television. He should unpack his things. He’d finish his last year of highschool at Yasogami and he’d have to enroll himself. Again. Not like anyone was going to come with him. Too busy. Not enough time. You’re already a problem child so don’t you dare think of being a burden on us even more. It was deadly quiet, at least, until his parents would come home.

At least he still had the headphones Futaba gave him. When his parents begin yelling at each other, he can block them out.

Pretend that his parents gave a shit about him.

Pretend that he was back in Tokyo.

Pretend that he wasn’t going to spend this year alone.

[takeyourcritique]

Makoto Niijima: Good Girl, Bad Writing.

In video games, movies, TV, and books, there are always characters who receive copious amounts of praise. In Persona 5, it is no different. Some characters deserve the hype they get, and some.. do not. In my humble opinion, Makoto Niijima falls into the latter category and in this essay I will explain why, as well as delve into what I as a writer would do to improve her character. Because this is not a hate meta, it is merely me articulating my issues with her character and getting my thoughts in order. (She has potential, it merely needs to be utilized and with P5R coming next year, a girl can hope.)

1. Underwhelming Design

The cast of Persona 5, in contrast to the casts before them, are vigilantes, a band of misfits if you will. The entire theme of the game is rebellion against society and fighting the norm, and the characters should reflect this in their design. The only exception is the protagonist himself because he's on probation and attempting to keep a low profile: that's why he follows the dress code to a tee and appears as gentle as possible, because he's already in enough trouble as is. The first party member, Ryuji, has been a rebel for a good amount of time: his hair is a stark blond (which Kawakami-sensei does not approve of) and he wears a very casual version of the school uniform; substituting a bright yellow shirt for the white of the uniform, wearing sneakers instead of dress shoes, and not wearing his suspenders (they're attached though, at the waist).

Ann Takamaki wears a white clover hoodie under her blazer, red leggings under her skirt, brown lace up boots, and earrings; not to mention her hair, while a natural blonde, is pulled back into cutesy pigtails almost like a teenage Harley Quinn. Yusuke doesn't even go to the same school, so his attire stands out in stark contrast with the main trio. Futaba dyes her hair red and she doesn't go to school at all due to severe anxiety; Haru wears a poofy pink sweater over her uniform with Mary Janes and polka dot tights. They all stick out like little sore thumbs. Except Makoto. She basically also follows the dress code, with a few subtle changes:

•She doesn't wear a blazer, instead wearing a black halter vest over her turtleneck

•Black tights

•Brown boots

That's literally it. Nothing about her stands out, and even in her casual clothing she wears a lot of whites and blacks. There's a monochromatic vibe to her, perhaps alluding to her strong sense of justice and distinction between right and wrong which in and of itself isn't bad! But it doesn't fit with the theme of the cast, Makoto fits in too much with the rest of the world to fit in with them. Just by looking at her, you cannot tell she's supposed to be part of the crew and in all honesty she'd fit better working with Akechi due to their very similar views of justice and morals. Hell, some NPCs are more vibrant design-wise than Makoto is.

2. Her Metaverse design, Persona and codename are contradictory.

Makoto's Persona, Johanna, is based most likely off Pope Joan, (after doing research online and reading Johanna's profile on SMT wiki it seemed the best fit) who was a woman that pretended to be a man in order to rise to power in an otherwise male-only role in the Catholic church. And while the story is intriguing, it doesn't fit Makoto at all: she never pretended to be what she was not and while she's "the voice of reason" she's not the leader of the team; Joker is. This makes her codename, "Queen", even more confusing. Nothing about her costume design looks regal whatsoever; it makes no sense. It feels like writer's favoritism, in all honesty. A better name would've been something more related to the fact that she looks like a biker/executionist hybrid; like "Crusher" or something of more..violent nature.

Even a name related to her wanting to go into the force would've worked well: Chief, Lieutenant, etc. Queen is nice, but it doesn't click with Makoto at all, unlike literally everyone else's Persona and codename. Ann's Persona, Carmen, is a femme fatale that kills men. Captain Kidd is a pirate, an iconic symbol of rebellion; Milady, Haru's Persona, is a reference to a villainess of the same name in the 3 Musketeers; Goemon was essentially a Japanese Robin Hood which fits Yusuke's entire kitsune/warrior aesthetic. Joker's Persona, Arsene, is a direct nod to Arsene Lupin; who was one of Sherlock's rivals and a gentleman thief who left calling cards to the people he robbed and a direct parallel to Akechi.

3. Her introduction as a whole, and to the team, is abysmal.

When Makoto is first introduced to the player, the entire school is in turmoil over Kamoshida's abusive actions towards the volleyball and track team. Many people don't know the truth about what's going on, and others simply turn a blind eye because as an Olympic medalist, the gym coach brings in a lot of popularity for the school. Being the student council president, Makoto has power that many other students do not have; so one would assume that upon learning that a victim was in danger she would spring into action, no?

Wrong.

When Ann confronts Makoto about her inaction, she turns the question back on the blonde, asking "What have YOU done for Shiho?" as if it's Ann's fault that Shiho had been jeopardized (which it was not, Ann allowed herself to be blackmailed by Kamoshida in order, so she thought, to protect her best and at the time, only friend). And she doesn't do anything about the situation, claiming that "It has nothing to do with me." (This is how abuse victims DIE.) Even worse, her elder sister is a prosecutor, she could've easily gone to Sae and asked her to look into the matter. Goro Akechi later calls her out on this, as he should; telling her that she is a "good-girl pushover". And when Kamoshida is punished for his crimes, Ann, who was bullied and outcast, goes to Makoto and apologizes to HER to make amends, as if she were wrong. Makoto then replies "We both made mistakes" in a sorry apology (she doesn't even say "I'm sorry" iirc), and asks if she can call Ann by her first name and without honorifics, which in Japan is a symbol of close friendship. (Edit: this apology actually takes place after Kaneshiro's arc, not Kamoshida's, I misremembered.)

You see, calling someone by their given name, even if you are the same age, has a ton of meaning in the culture. Just a year difference between two people can separate them as senpai and kouhai, and while the senpai can call their kouhai by their first name without raising any eyebrows it's not the same for the younger person. Calling someone by their given name in Japan is a privilege, not a right; it represents trust, respect, everything that Makoto and Ann did NOT have.

Now, let me get this straight.

Makoto did nothing when everybody called Ann Kamoshida's hoe, allowed her, Shiho, Akira, Ryuji and Mishima plus many others to suffer abuse (and Shiho attempted suicide!), gave a laughable apology, victim-blamed Ann; and now she wants to be buddy-buddy? What, in any reality, about that is okay? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But of course, because the writers want us to love Makoto, they have Ann forgive her and let her call her by her first name. And after all that, Makoto is still president, despite her clear nonchalance to the matter. She also does nothing to help the Kamoshida victims after his crimes come to light, when there was literally no excuse anymore not to assist them and help them get back on their feet. Even if she felt powerless with Kamoshida around, that doesn't explain her inaction after he's gone.

Flash forward two Palaces later, when she joins the team. Makoto stalks the protagonist around to gather evidence that he is a Phantom Thief, and then blackmails her way into the ranks. The team of course, is not happy about this at all. Makoto gives them the target; Junya Kaneshiro, who's basically forcing people into debt. The problem here is she has literally no personal ties to him; unlike the main trio all having connections to Kamoshida and Yusuke being Madarame's essential foster son. Tired of Sae calling her useless, Makoto jumps in front of the mob boss's car in desperation (and Ryuji gets her out of the way JUST in time, but he very easily could've died) which puts the entire team in danger and later on is literally pinned down by the mob and the crew have to go and save her because she was so determined to take this dude down she walked into the lion's den without any form of a plan. (He was also going to sell her into prostution to pay off the debt he'd given the Thieves.)

Her Awakening is also really weak: the speech from Johanna is extremely short and then Makoto stomps the ground to avoid falling over, rips off her mask with a bunch of overdramatic screaming (iirc we don't even get to see blood) and whoop-di-doo, she's got a motorcycle! And suddenly, despite all she's done, everybody loves her and thinks she's a total badass when she literally just threw an adult-sized tantrum. The motorcycle itself is also very lazy, it's just a motorcycle with a face. That's it. That's Makoto's Persona. A motorcycle. With. A. Face.

And from then on, everybody's suddenly a-ok and buddy-buddy with Makoto. It's ridiculous and just makes her come off as a Mary Sue because if somebody endangered my life I sure as hell would not be rubbing shoulders with them and I'm quite sure most people feel the same way. And again, after all this, Makoto does not get in trouble or even harshly reprimanded by the school for her extremely reckless actions; when she should have, and had the power to, just call the police or Sae. And all the Thieves somehow are now her friends and she gets to become a superhero.

So let me see if I understand. This girl stalks these people, blackmails them and forces them to go after hardened criminals (she was going to snitch on them if they didn't comply to her demands), goes in guns blazing by HERSELF to attempt to take down the mob boss, has to be rescued..

And gets praised and dubbed a badass for this???

And before you accuse me of having bias against Makoto, let it be known I in no way, shape or form condone Yusuke stalking Ann or Futaba blackmailing the Thieves either. It's. Still. Wrong.

Also, if you unironically think Makoto's stalking is cute, you're wrong. Stalking is creepy, regardless if it's a girl or guy doing it; no one gets a pass.

In addition, Makoto couldn't be bothered to help out at school but then goes after a MOB BOSS and puts herself in unnecessary danger? What's up with that?? If she felt powerless against Kamoshida, why in the world would she take on the Yakuza?

4. Her backstory doesn't mesh well with the rest of the team.

The gang are all outcasts and misfits in one way or another, and their pasts are less than savory.

Protagonist: Falsely accused of assaulting a woman, expelled from school and sent to Tokyo on a year probation despite his innocence, victim of nasty rumors by other students at his new school; abused by his gym coach, no contact with parents.

Ryuji: Abusive, alcoholic father who beat him and llater left him and his mother, abused by his gym coach, leg broken by his gym coach and labeled as a delinquent because his coach lied and acted like Ryuji attacked him, thus alienating him from the track team and by extent; the entire school. Losing his track scholarship because he can't run anymore, ruining his academic career.

Ann: Two parent household but they're never home, leaving her with a caretaker. Faced bullying and isolation due to being biracial (she's a quarter American), only having one friend before joining the Phantom Thieves. Blackmailed by the gym coach and sexually harassed in order to keep this one friend on the volleyball team, labeled as a slut because no one took the time to find out the truth of the matter. Friend is later raped and attempts suicide, Ann attempts to get help from the student council president but is blamed herself for Shiho's predicament. Also judged just for her looks, which she despises.

Yusuke: Biological father died presumably before his birth, biological mother had a seizure and died due to his mentor's negligence. Said mentor then takes Yusuke, a very small child at this point in time, and raises him in isolation. Psychologically (and very likely emotionally) manipulated, Kitagawa grows up in an abusive household and when confronted with the truth, is unwilling to believe it is so (as many abusive victims realistically behave). Later learns the truth about his mother and his mentor's plagiarism and detaches himself from him, but is extremely socially awkward out of touch due to isolation and as a result is isolated at school because no one wants to talk to him.

Futaba: Was blamed for her mother's death (whom she lost at 13-14) and lived with an extremely abusive uncle who underfed her and didn't even let her bathe herself. Developed severe anxiety and became suicidally depressed for over a year, refusing to even come out of her room. Had a friend who was abused by her parents and upon finding out the two fell out and only reconciled years later through the Internet. Bullied in school for her intellect.

Haru: Lost her mother at a young age, engaged against her will to an emotionally abusive, selfish fiancé for the sake of her father's company. Has deep-rooted trust issues due to people being kind to her solely because of her status; or mean for the exact same reasons. Later on lost her father as well at the age of 17, leaving all the responsibility of the company to her as she was the sole heir.

Morgana: Has no memories of who, or what, he used to be and suffers existential crises; suffers from vivid nightmares. Puts up a façade of arrogance to hide insecurities.

Makoto: Mother died when younger, father died in the line of work, older sister forced to become caretaker and work her rear off to provide for the both of them. Pressured into perfection by Sae.

That's.. literally it. Yes, she has no friends at school, but that's by her choice; she isolates herself in her studies and as a result is socially awkward and doesn't know how to interact with people (which makes her even less suitable to be put into any type of leadership position so how she became student council president is beyond me.) Makoto's life is heaven compared to the other Thieves and most of her issues would go away once she gets to college: the rest of the team doesn't have that luxury. By the way, please don't think I'm saying she doesn't deserve to be on the team because she doesn't have as deep a sob story, I'm not saying that at all. It's just that her backstory isn't really utilized as well as it should be and often times conflict is used to try to get the player to feel sorry for her (i.e. Sae calling her useless)

5. Her Confidant is abysmal and cliché.

So Makoto's Confidant actually starts out not half bad! You take her out to play video games and help her come out of her shell initially. But then it shifts to Eiko, an old friend of hers, who is a bad relationship. And this is when the Confidant begins to suffer, because it's not even about Makoto anymore. The president tells Eiko about the danger she's in, and her old classmate does not listen; declaring that since the older girl does not have a boyfriend she couldn't possibly understand. This logic is very flawed; it's like telling a smoker to stop smoking and they tell you "You don't even smoke, you don't know how bad it is". Yet Makoto listens to Eiko and comes to you, the protagonist; and asks you to pretend to be her boyfriend in order to convince her friend that she DOES understand. But it's so awkward Eiko's boyfriend and the girl herself can tell you're not genuine. And you have to keep this up for the rest of the Confidant, not to mention MAX Charm is required from Rank 5 onward in this route. Why?

Because apparently you're not attractive enough otherwise. And it's not even for Makoto, it's for Eiko, to convince her that you're hot enough to compare to her boyfriend; Takase. (Geez, shallow and childish much?) And then at the end of the Confidant, the romance angle comes off as very odd because you're literally treated like an afterthought the entire time and then suddenly Makoto turns around and wants you as her actual boyfriend?? Uh..where was her falling for you during the time spent together? It just feels like it comes outta nowhere, not to mention she wants to be a cop which the law literally ruined Joker's life soooo why is he getting into a romantic relationship with someone who wants to be associated with a source of his trauma? That's like a metaphorical slap in his face.

"Hey, I know you were literally beaten and drugged up, manhandled, falsely accused and put into solitary confinement by the law enforcement, causing you to suffer severe anxiety and you to possibly be scarred forever but I wanna be a cop even though I don't think straight in stressful situations and act on impulse and don't take insults or criticism well; and I want you to stay by my side even though I blackmailed you, stalked you, and endangered your life and did nothing while you were being abused by your gym coach."

(Let's not forget she also didn't say anything about Sae having a Palace until it was almost too late and Joker almost lost Futaba as a result.)

For Valentine's Day she declares "I've been waiting for you for so long" and that genuinely bewildered me because you don't really see her pining at all during her Confidant, nor during other events (the closest thing you get is her clinging to you in Sojiro's house but that's honestly not even romantic that's just her getting frightened and needing assurance in a very unnecessary "ship tease" moment). Same with the scene in Futaba's Palace, while Joker saving Queen was very sweet, he literally would've done that for anybody of his teammates. Makoto is not special in that regard.

6. How to better this character

•Introduce her to the Thieves in a better, more plot driven way, or remove her from the team completely.

Kaneshiro's arc should honestly just be scrapped, it was a sorry attempt to get Makoto on the team. A better time for her to join would be Sae's Palace since she actually has emotional ties to the Palace owner and by this time in the game could've developed to be a better person from the Kamoshida arc, wanting to make things right. This could also be a good start for her and Ann to begin to be on better terms- not even necessarily friends (because after what happened I honestly don't think Ann would want to be friends, at least not close), but learning to at least be civil. That, or she joins out of desperation because she doesn't want anything bad to happen to Sae and as the infiltration continues gets more and more nervous and ultimately rats their plan out (because Makoto as the traitor would be much better, writing-wise).

Alternatively, Hifumi joining instead of Makoto would also be very refreshing with Makoto covering up for them at school and supporting them on the sly.

•Treat her flaws as actual flaws, she's not perfect.

Makoto does have some bad traits, a few being:

•bad tempered

•reckless

•stubborn

•nosy

•hypocritical

•bossy

•socially awkward

But these are almost never treated in a negative light. With the Kamoshida arc and Kaneshiro arc, all is simply forgiven, same with her smacking Eiko across the face in a moment of anger. Even when wrong, Makoto is never wrong per say and this makes it difficult for her to be believable as a character. To fix this, having her suffer the consequences of her actions will make it more realistic. For example, getting Eiko to break up with her boyfriend but cutting ties with her too as a result would give Makoto the rude awakening that you can do the right thing the wrong way and people will not always forgive you for the mess you put them through (nor should they).

Her being punished for unnecessarily putting herself in danger with Kaneshiro would also be understandable (she should've been at least suspended, she could've gotten herself killed, plus all the then existing Phantom Thieves); as well as actually apologizing for the hell that was Kamoshida's drama. And not just to Ann, but everyone who suffered. That would show maturity and a willingness to change, and put her in a better light.

I want Makoto to get mad and she's fully in the wrong and she acknowledges she's wrong, have her recklessness get her or a teammate wounded in battle, etc. And have the others call her out when she's wrong and refuse to let it slide. Have them talk it out, grow as a team. Just..make Makoto fallible, flawed, broken even. She's an orphan, I want to touch more on her having to grow up quickly, feeling lonely and unsure of how to connect with people; talk about how her father is a driving force in her values and morals and how she wishes to honor him by following in his footsteps.

Delve into how she feels less than worthy if she does not achieve excellence but do it in a way that does not demonize Sae unnecessarily and try to make the reader/player feel sorry for her. Have Makoto spend more time with people in her team outside of team duties and while being awkward, genuinely interested and actively working to better her relationships. (She barely interacts with anyone besides Joker, Futaba, and on occasion, Haru) When Makoto is realistically flawed, she then becomes relatable and much more likable.

I want her fears to be plot relevant, not just slapped on for the sake of making her look "cute". Her being scared of the dark was never relevant, unlike Rei from Persona Q who was scared of the dark and had to go through a pitch black room in order to find key cards to help her friends escape a locked room or Yukari being terrified of death and having to come to terms with that. Same with her fixation for Buchimaru, it's cute but it doesn't add any depth to her character whatsoever or even her apparently knowing aikido? We never see Makoto fight outside the Metaverse unlike Chie or Akihiko so it feels like a character trait just slapped on to make her 'cooler'. It feels lazy, because it is. It's like the writers wanted her to be this strong, independent young woman but at the same time a scared, awkward little girl and the two ideas often clash; coming off as contradictory as if they couldn't make their minds up as to who they wanted Makoto to be.

Again, this is not an attack on Makoto fans. If you like her, that's valid and I respect that. I'm merely explaining why I don't and how I feel the writing failed her character and what I believe she'd be if her potential was maximized.

That's all, have a good day.

[takamakisu]

I've seen a lot of great posts about Shadow Mishima and his Palace in speculation, so I wanted to add mine to the mix. Chronologically, it'd take place between Kamoshida's Palace and Madarame's. Yuuki's angry: at the people who hurt him, but also at the people who didn't do anything during the time Kamoshida was hurting the students. So, he starts to take revenge the best way he knows how- online. Mishima finds all the dirt he can on his bullies and anyone else he feels has wronged him, whether directly or indirectly, and begins exposing them in retaliation for poor treatment. At first it's relatively harmless content, but it starts to get nastier and nastier to the point it's alarming. And that's when Akira steps in: not as Joker, but just as himself, and tells Mishima that he needs to stop what he's doing.

Not surprisingly, Mishima has no interest in stopping, and tells Akira that since nobody would listen to him, humiliating them is the only way. Joker is extremely worried about this and brings up his interaction to the PT at the next meeting: and sure enough, Mishima has a Palace. The interior is extremely futuristic (think like Tron-esque) and there's holograms of people all throughout the building talking to each other and making posts on the Phan-Site. In addition, cognitive versions of Skull, Panther and Joker are present on the floors of the Palace (their skill level matches the players so they're not a walk in the park. Ever.) and their designs will be based on concept art of their costumes and Personas since Mishima has never actually seen them.

Music is always important and so for this Palace theme, I went with vs. DJ Subatomic Supernova from No Straight Roads:

https://youtu.be/ANCMbw7y-sg

This song has a very futuristic techy vibe to it, which imo would be absolutely perfect.

As for Shadow Mishima himself, he's dressed very similarly to Arséne but in a blue color scheme instead of red and acts as the "leader" of his cognitive Thieves.

His Treasure is undecided as of right now, but currently I'm leaning towards his laptop/phone since that's presumably how he set up the site.

Taking on Shadow Mishima solo as Joker triggers this song instead.

https://youtu.be/6WMNknT279c

I haven't decided on a bad ending for failing to meet the deadline yet, but that'll most likely come soon.