#phantom thief of my heart

[uzi-x33]

i got too silly:3 pls don’t repost to other platforms<3

[sugarandstars-x]

scenario of phantom thief M! 🎀

[splo0shh]

Can we PLEASE talk about how pretty Neito is? Like when he's not bullying Class 1A and acting all crazy, he's actually super pretty-

[melouma]

thieving, stealing, taking what’s not yours 🎭🔎💟

and. the full drawing!!

[mistbornthief]

*Mona voice* looking cool Joker~

[cryptid-juzou]

WIP word game

rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

I got the word Dawn, thanks sm for the tag @anticidic! I love these things.

D: “Do NOT call him a phantom thief! He’s just a thief. A common criminal! I hate the way the media talks about him. I bust my ass for hours trying to catch the guy, and then the next day I have to listen to idiots simpering over how amazing and interesting he is.”

Internally Dazai preened over the reminder he was somewhat of a darling to the common man, his daring escapades always widely broadcast on the news.

A: A heist was always an exhilarating thrill ride, full of chaotic motion that inspired adrenaline and a tidal wave of endorphins, with twists and turns that he knew were going to be there but could not avoid. When that brief moment of elation was over he was left shivering from cooling sweat, his brain screaming for another go now.

W: Why Fyodor put up with the eccentric man who often waxed poetically about wanting nothing more than to murder his husband just to prove he could, nobody knew.

N: Now and then, her gaze fixes on Gin’s hand resting on the table and she has to resist the urge to reach across and take it. Every time Gin laughed, her face lit up, and the urge was renewed. She places her traitorous hand on her lap lest it betray her.

The word I’m giving to people is Luck (no pressure to do this though!)

Sorry if you’ve already been tagged, but tagging: @nolongerforthetainted, @fortunately-pancakes, @ediblepandas, @xkaez, @atsushigrayson

[starkittnd93]

*glances at Temenos’s distrust of authority figures* same Temenos same. Institutions are very fucked a lot of the time. Go do your doubting that you do. And bonk those authority figures. In the head. With your staff. Doubtfully.

[kiwi-luminaryofthestars]

02/23/2025 "Fiction and Feast" Progress Update:

Edited another 2300 words of the first chapter. Google Docs says I have exactly 2000 words to go lol, which of course will expand by the time I'm done chewing on it. (Void journal bullshit below, you know the drill.)

Did another midterm today. Wanted to die, but that is a frequent feeling when I'm taking exams. I've always considered myself an alright test-taker, but my confidence has slipped as I'm nearing the end of my degree.

Ahhh I haven't told anyone this yet, so you get to be my trial run, but I'm failing one of my classes. I've never in my life gotten below a B, much less FAILED, and I want to bang my head against the wall anytime I think about it. I pay for most of my own schooling (with scholarships covering the rest) and thinking about failing a class I spent thousands of dollars for is, uh, not doing great things for my mental health. I truly think I'll have to retake it in the summer, which is the semester I graduate so it wouldn't delay my degree, but the idea I may have to go through this horrendous class AGAIN is killing me. And my failure not only affects me but also those who are financially dependent on me, too. So this comes at a really hurtful blow.

It's weighing heavily on my mind. People tend to say not to beat yourself up for things like this, but it's hard when the aftershock of your failure isn't felt by just you. Other people suffer when I fail. It's difficult to be kind to myself. But I'm trying.

In more POSITIVE journaling (Jesus, my pessimism is my downfall) I mentioned in recent tags I'll be moving soon. Though these next few weeks will be goddamn stressful, I'm so so excited!! I'll actually have room to get away when I need to, which is something I have wanted forever. I love my family, but I'm sensitive to noise/body heat and get overstimulated easily when I'm around other people, so I often need to shut myself in somewhere to cure it. We've been in such a tiny space these past six months that I've admittedly been going a little crazy. I'll have my own spot in the new place to withdraw when I need to and it can't come soon enough.

I hope you have a lovely night. The Sunday Blues are juuust hitting me, but I'm going to bed so they won't have me in their clutches much longer. I laugh in Sunday Blues' face, HA! Can't get me when I'm already going into Monday. Take care of yourselves and, in the words of Believe, drink some damn water!!

[halfthieved]

Tag dump so I'm not using the system I used for Homura lmao.

[euphausia]

this is what you look like in my brain

the big cat or the orange cat? 😼 ... i am playing i knw u mean kirara she is LITERALLY me 🐈. heh. the phantom in boots outfit too... yes a phantom thief jst like....chrctrs in a certain game.............😼😼😼😼😼😼

[lotus-pear]

ok so i finished the game and i fear this aged terribly

also like an absolute fool i did the true ending so i got no shuake angst on 2/2 like i was expecting……….i also didn’t have a file ready before the talk with maruki so it appears i’ll have to play the game for the third fucking time just to get the bad ending

finally started p5 royal ‼️‼️‼️‼️

expect some royal trio art soon they are my dearly beloveds (minus akechi i hope he dies in this reality too)

[internetladyfables]

[Headcanons] Hugo Vlad: Having a Daughter 

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.

Requested by anon.

Hugo may be a famous Phantom Thief, a cunning leader of Mockingbird, but when it comes to his daughter, he’s hopelessly wrapped around her little finger.

Your daughter has inherited his heterochromia (may be a combination of his eyes’ colour with yours) and elf-like ears. When he holds her for the first time, she opens her beautiful eyes to look at her dad, Hugo’s heart swells with love. He can’t believe his daughter has lovely mismatched eyes — the same trait he was bullied for when he was a child. After that very moment, he promises to protect his daughter with his life.

Hugo is the definition of a girl dad. He lets her paint his nails, style his hair, they both have tea parties. He puts her on his shoulders and gives her piggyback rides.

He’s surprisingly good at lullabies and bedtime stories. He insists on putting your daughter to bed himself. He hums her some melodies. As for bedtime stories, he has quite an imagination. They’re always thrilling about Phantom Thieves (maybe, those stories are actually about himself) as he theatrically tells them. “...and then they vanished into the shadows, never to be caught!”  

Your daughter is a fan of her dad’s style. They have a collection of matching outfits: tiny fedoras, cloaks, Phantom Thief masks. Hugo’s amused how she tries to mimic him, calling it a training. Bonus: Hugo has got you a matching Phantom Thief mask as well.

Teaches her his tricks. Card tricks, illusion tricks. How to ‘steal’ things when you’re not looking. 

Inspired by Hugo’s tales, she’s caught sneaking sweets, but then giving them to those who're sad to cheer them up.

Whenever his daughter shows kindness, creativity, wit or sense of humor, he claims she has taken them after you. “Wit and  beauty? Ah, all from her mother, naturally. I just gave her the dramatic flair.”

When your daughter grows older and mentions a crush, Hugo gasps. “Who is he? Does he have stable finances? Good taste in art? A clean criminal record?” You have to physically stop your husband from background checking a 12-year-old.

Secretly wants her to inherit the Mockingbird legacy someday, but insists it’s her choice. 

Vivian adores your daughter. Naturally, Vivian being a little sister figure to Hugo, your daughter sees her as a family too. But Vivian dislikes being called an aunt. “I’m too young to be an aunt!” And insists on being called ‘Viv’ or ‘Big Sis Viv’. Hugo teases her with, “Our dear auntie Vivian,” just to watch her squirm.

Carries a family photo of all of you inside his coat's inner pocket. 

Late at night, when your daughter is asleep, he holds you close, resting his head on your shoulder with a glass of wine in his hand, he whispers, “I don’t deserve this peace, but I’ll spend my life protecting it.”

[yuneu]

knew he was a killer first time that i saw him wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted but if he's a ghost then i can be a phantom holdin' him for ransom some some boys are tryin too hard he don't try at all though younger than my exes but he act like such a man so i see nothing betta i keep him foreva like a vendetta-ta i-i-i see how this is gon go touch me and you'll never be alone i-island breeze and lights down low no one has to know in the middle of the night in my dreams you should see the things we do, baby (mmm) in the middle of the night in my dreams i know i'm gonna be with you so i'll take my time are you ready for it? knew i was a robber first time that he saw me stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry but if i'm a thief then he can join the heist and we'll move to an island and and he can be my jailer burton to this taylor everyloveiveknownincomparisonisafailure i forget their names now i'm so very tame now never be the same now now i-i-i see how this is gon go (go) touch me and you'll never be alone i-island breeze and lights down low (low) no one has to know (no one has to know) in the middle of the night in my dreams (eh) you should see the things we do (we do) baby in the middle of the night in my dreams (my dreams) i know i'm gonna be with you so i'll take my time are you ready for it? oh are you ready for it? baby let the games begin let the games begin let the games begin (now) baby let the games begin let the games begin let the games begin i-i-i see how this is gon go touch me and you'll never be alone i-island breeze and lights down low no one has to know in the middle of the night in my dreams (my dreams) you should see the things we do (we do) baby (baby mmm eh) in the middle of the night in my dreams (my dreams) i know i'm gonna be with you so i take my time (eh) in the middle of the night baby let the games begin let the games begin let the games begin are you ready for it? baby let the games begin let the games begin let the games begin. are you ready for it?

[glitterrosesnzz]

OH MY GOD???????

A late birthday gift for @glitterrosesnzz ft. our Phantom Thief Disaster Duo — in that scenario where Renard is trying to do Vân's makeup 😏

If you like my drawings, and are willing and able to do so, please consider commissioning me, pledging to my Patreon, or donating through ko-fi ☕! You're not obliged to, but every bit helps to keep me living decently and I really do appreciate it!

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

[tiramiiswu]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ indomitable

⋆⭒˚. invincible x green lantern!reader ⭒˚.⋆

✦ masterlist || next ✦ imagine: local delinquent girl acts as the one and only green lantern of earth and who just so happens to have a distinct disdain for a certain half-viltrumite she has the displeasure of meeting ✦ pairings: mark grayson x reader ✦ warnings: n/a ✦ a/n: reader is a sort of magical girl inspired green lantern in the sense that i keep picturing her hero costume to be reminiscent of the pretty guardian sailor moon sailor senshi outfits, specifically sailor jupiter’s since she’s already green. her personality is bit of a mix of makoto kino from pgsm and kyoko sakura from puella magi madoka magica when it comes to inspiration because i love my bastard daughter, but i think it definitely evolved in a way that doesnt really align with that as well anymore ✦ originally this was meant to be longer but im not super used to the like? headcanons bulleted list style of formatting this imagine is in and i tend to like ramble and get off my initial thought so hopefully this cut version is readable enough, i might make multiple parts to this just to get some of my other headcanons out because i did really like some of the extra ones i just didn’t think they fit that well with the main ones (i also just want to write about gl!reader and her beloved punching bag ^^;; )

edit: I FORGOT THE OTHER HALF OF MY DRAFT FUCK.

✦ mark grayson was a fucking loser

✦ that was something you were sure of

✦ he’s some stupid dweeb with a dorky interest like seance dog who’s not even worth looking at over the gum stuck to your shoe

✦ you’ve known him since you were kids, when he was an annoying little boy with a gap in his teeth

✦ your parents trying to set up playdates with him and his family after moving into the neighborhood some time before you developed your powers

✦ before everything went to shit

✦ at twelve you were sought out by the green lantern’s ring, unsure as to why it chose you or how you were considered worthy

✦ maybe it was due to your childish belief that evil could be thwarted by the power of love and justice, like the pretty guardians and magical girls in the boxsets your mother let you read with her and the old vhs tapes you watched sitting in her lap growing up

✦ maybe it was your stubborn resolve when it came to protecting your friends on the schoolyard from snotty little boys who tried to pick on them (you were sent to the principal’s office due to your quick response to slug your tiny little fists at some stupid brat’s mouth enough to be on a first name basis with them, much to your father’s dismay)

✦ whatever it was, you were over the moon with your newfound abilities

✦ through sheer willpower you were able to construct anything your imagination thought of, you could fly, and (most importantly to your 13 year old self) your ring could create any hero costume design to anything your heart desired, complete with a dazzling transformation sequence to boot

✦ at first it was everything you ever wanted, days at school spent wanting to do nothing but go out and fight the forces of evil with your totally awesome magical powers (sort of)

✦ for a while you even wondered when you’d get your own team (all magical girls had a team comprised of their friends to fight off evil, so obviously you would get one eventually, right?)

✦ you spent a lot of time in class doodling what you thought your team would be like, which of your friends were bound to be chosen next and join your side (in the back of your notebook you even had some little doodles of you and some masked phantom thief type character that you could no longer pin who your kid self was thinking of at the time when you stumbled upon your old notebook)

✦ but of course, life wasn’t that simple

✦ you never got that team of magical girls, or other lanterns to come to your aid and help you fight off evil

✦ you didn’t have a moment where a kind older teammate you picked up along the way reassured you and comforted you when your body ached from being thrown around like a rag doll by some super powered freak trying to destroy a city block

✦ no one else was there to help you when your ring faltered and your constructs fell apart because you were just a little girl fighting for love and justice against real monsters, bad guys who wanted to break your bones or worse, ones who couldn’t be magically defeated with a magic tiara or a special transformation power-up

✦ it was you who had to do all of that

✦ it was you who had to choke back tears and lick your wounds just to push all of that fear down into the pits of your stomach and pull yourself back onto your feet to hit the bastard who broke your rib ten times as hard

✦ your constructs were tougher, brighter even, they no longer shattered after one heavy hit against the body of a big bulky target

✦ but it wasn’t your courage making them stronger—

✦ it was the unwavering resolve that you were going to punch and claw your way out of each hell you got into and survive, even if you had to die trying

✦ at some point you quit sticking your neck out for other people

✦ you stop searching for fights to start and to prevent crime before it escalates with regular patrols of the city

✦ you only ever came to the aid of civilians when danger was making itself present in big conflics, it gives you more time to be a regular girl and live your life

✦ by eight grade you had had to switch schools for fighting other students

✦ mark noticed that before your expulsion you seemed to have quit picking fights to protect your friends (friends who gradually started to drift away from you late seventh grade) and now you seemed to just be starting fights out of nowhere

✦ you needed to let off steam from your hero work, taking it out on some annoying boy in class was the closest thing you had to a goon or grunt

✦ he didn’t see you again until late into high school

✦ or, really he didn’t see you until he ran into eve after getting his powers

✦ because you saw him immediately after transferring back to the same school district and getting enrolled in the same high school as him

✦ somehow the world couldn’t be smaller

✦ you saw him the first day of senior year

✦ how could you forget, you punched him in the jaw at your parents’ funeral nearly four years ago

✦ you basically ignored him as much as you could

✦ i mean really he’s the same as he was as all those years ago as a stupid kid— dorky and innocent

✦ it was almost insulting the way he didn’t recognize you at first, but to be fair you gave him the cold shoulder and pushed past him in the halls whenever you could

✦ he often saw you smoking under the bleachers during breaks

✦ you still got into fights sometimes, he’s seen you throw a mean right hook whenever one of the other students were bothering you, so he generally he keeps his distance (still, he found himself looking at you over his shoulder every time he did notice you, something about the bad girl delinquent vibe gave you an allure of some kind)

✦ so now imagine being you, taking a night off for once from beating crooks bloody and waiting for civilians to get into trouble before swooping in to save them (again), loitering around Burger Mart and using your lantern ring to make a lighter to light a cigarette (you left your lighter at home— a nice vivienne westwood that belonged to your mom)

✦ you’re minding your own business when you see a familiar face come out from the back of the restaurant

✦ your brows scrunch up identifying the boy in uniform as your least favorite regular human on the planet as he’s hauling two trash bags over to the dumpster

✦ you groaned at the sight of him and rolled your eyes, going back to lighting your cigarette when you see him fidget with the bags for a moment before fucking chucking one of them into the fucking stratosphere

✦ you just sort of stare at him from where you were sat with wide, furious eyes

✦ because no way this loser gets powers out of fucking nowhere

✦ no fucking way you have been busting your ass for years getting stronger, learning how to suppress your fear and push yourself to be stronger, faster, more durable, everything to survive when you’re doing your rounds as Earth’s only green lantern

✦ and mark fucking grayson gets to throw massive heaps of trash into fucking space like it was nothing

✦ if there was a God somewhere, you were sure he’s laughing right at you

✦ you’re there when mark— sorry, when invincible makes his debut as a hero, during the initial flaxan invasion,

✦ you’re exceptionally more irritated than usual

✦ the others chalked it up to your usual grouchiness, but atom eve (your one and only friend) caught onto your ire rather quickly with just how aggressive you seemed to be that day

✦ when mark approached eve in the halls at school afterwards you didn’t do anything to hide your scowl, appearing behind her like a shadow

✦ it took him a second to notice you and he’s not all to proud to say your sudden arrival made him jump a little

✦ scared for a second that he was talking loud enough for someone to have heard him reveal his identity when he remembers you as one of the heroes who he fought beside during the flaxan invasion

✦ you’re annoyed when eve offers to lend an ear to mark, call it jealousy or just you being territorial of your only friend, but there was no way mark grayson gets one rocky start as a hero and immediately gets to be reassured by someone

✦ he gets his powers without needing to prove anything, he gets support from the get go by another hero like eve as soon as he doubts himself, it made you sick— HE makes you sick

✦ from then there on you just couldn’t shake this guy off you

✦ you ran into him more often at school, or at the store, hell you were getting put on the same assignments by cecil

✦ you’re sick of him

✦ sick of his stupid face and that dorky grin of his

✦ how he’s always checking in on you when you go down during a fight and how his voice sounded a bit softer when he spoke to you

✦ the way he makes your face heat up and made your stomach flip when he looked at you—

✦ oh…

✦ oh hell no.

✦ you needed to hit something and you needed to hit something hard (preferably mark)

✦ you were already pretty standoffish and kind of mean when you had to interact at school, but now?

✦ whenever you’re paired with him for missions half of it is spent barking at him and calling him stupid for not being careful enough

✦ he doesn’t even really know what gets you so heated sometimes but he’s getting better at dodging your punches when you start wailing on him post fight

✦ you hate how much effort you have to put just to keep up with him sometimes

✦ he makes you put in the work when he’s barely breaking a sweat

✦ you want to hit him with your hardest construct sometimes just to see him get skipped like a stone. he’s durable, he’ll live

✦ seeing you in action is something else

✦ your costume hasn’t really changed since you were younger (really the sailor scout uniform was just too good to switch up)

✦ but the duality of the cute bows on your leotard and the short pleated skirt compared to the sight of you slamming a heavy green mallet over some poor supervillain’s head always draws his attention to you

✦ you fight so effortlessly in mark’s eyes, you’re quick on your feet and there’s a unique power behind your punch that make him feel the earth beneath his feet shake when he sees you clock someone in the jaw

✦ you always looked so cool with your stoic, determined expression and he admires how ✦ you seem so put together, you barely stagger between attacks, it’s as if you’re just going through the motions

✦ watching you ring-sling is such a sight to see

✦ you’re so quick to adapt your light constructs he can’t imagine how fast you must be thinking for you to be able to switch as naturally as you do, almost like breathing

✦ he’s seen you combo your ring-sling constructs with your raw strength, hitting them with a green baseball bat before the same light construct stretched into a tether or a lasso to yank them back into your ring bearing fist— which by then had some brass knuckle or gauntlet wrapped around it to bust up their jaw

✦ you do surprisingly well at keeping up with him, you’re nowhere near as fast or durable as he is after he starts getting deeper and deeper into being invincible, but your willpower wasn’t something to laugh at

✦ he admired your courage and strength, even if he was at the end of some of those punches

✦ the two of you were such a strange pair

✦ both of you seemed oblivious to the way you looked at each other

✦ maybe it was the goggles on his costume but mark never seemed to realize that the scowl on your face wasn’t the same as your usual resting face (though he found the scrunch of your nose and the furrowing of your brows very cute)

✦ and you (despite your observational skills and general common sense) couldn’t tell that the sheepish puppy dog look on his face when he talked to you wasn’t just how his stupid face looked

✦ you also didn’t seem to realize that thinking about him as consistently as you did wasn’t something you’re supposed to do about someone you claimed to despise

✦ eve is at her wits end with you guys, especially since she was most often the one left to mediate between the two of you

✦ rex tried to do that once, but seeing as you were strongly aligned with eve and hold grudges longer than anyone else you still weren’t giving him any civilized response that didn’t involve chucking him into a lamppost ever since eve confided to you about him cheating

✦ also he used your spare lighter as ammunition once and he was still feeling the pain in his arm from when you broke his wrist after that

[bayothemayo]

If requests are available, can I please request head canons for an Akira kurusu with a s/o that's is a persona user but under the terms, of the s.e.e.s. Later on his s/o invites him over to their room then goes out for a bit then finds the evoker??

P.s I genuinely love you're writing .

Akira Kurusu x S.E.E.S! Reader Headcannons

Warning: Swearing

Note: The reader doesn't know that Akira is a Phantom Thief but has suspicions.

He doesn't know that you were a persona user, due to him thinking that the only way to summon a persona is ripping off the mask and that the Metaverse is the only place where shadows can exist. So he was essentially clueless even if you two dated for a while.

When you invited him to your house to hang out he was excited, he was excited to see what your room was like and to see your personality shine through it.

And indeed it had your personality and your likes slapped all over it. Posters of your favorite band/game/movie and some of the items you own in your favorite color.

You have to excuse yourself to get something you left downstairs, so Akira was left alone in your room.

Akira just stood there awkwardly, he didn't want to snoop around but something caught his eye.

There was a sliver case peeking out under your bed, the blanket almost covering it.

It caught his interest. He kneels down and takes the case out under your bed. He wanted to respect your privacy but curiosity got the better of him.

He carefully open the case, and he immediately saw something that shook him to the core.

A fucking gun.

A unique-looking gun at that. Another thing that caught his eye was the red armband that was sitting there, waiting to be worn again. He didn't want to touch it in case you noticed that it moved once you opened the case. But he can see the letters S.E being shown while the rest of the letters are hidden.

There was something else that caught his eye, but it was a lot more innocent compare to the gun.

It was a group picture with people, a dog, and a robot? that he doesn't recognize other than you of course. The people in the picture were wearing a school uniform. You looked younger in the picture so Akira can guess that this picture was taken years ago.

"Oh shit I can explain!" You quickly shouted when you saw Akira looking at your Evoker case. You thought that you had hidden the case better.

"...Why do you have a gun?"

"It's not a gun it's an Evoker!" You try to explain but it didn't really help with another. You quickly responded, "Look, let me explain, and hope this won't change your opinion of me." You then explain on how you had gotten this Evoker, S.E.E.S the Dark Hour, the shadows, and a little bit of your teammates. You didn't tell him about the more... sensitive parts when you were part of the S.E.E.S. It took a while for Akira to process the information because he was shocked that there were other Persona users and something similar to the Metaverse. Akira did feel bad that you had to explain this to him which is probably one of the most private parts of your life. So Akira spoke up.

"(Y/N)," Akira said softly, "thank you for telling me this. To make things fair, I want to tell you a secret." Akira then mentally prepared himself for your reaction, "I am the leader of the Phantom Thieves."

Silence fills the room. You sigh as you run your fingers through your hair, "I had my suspicions...and I had a feeling that you were more special than others." You put your hand on his cheek, "You are being careful with being a Phantom Theif right?"

"Yes, I am..." Akira put his hand over yours.

You stay silent and then you spoke, "I want to join you guys." Akira stiffens but then slowly nods. Despite him not wanting you to join, you already have experience with shadows. More than him actually. So he reluctantly let you join.

You Had Join The Phantom Thieves!

Akira let you tell the others what you had told him.

When you all got to the Metaverse and started to fight the shadows, he (and the others) got a heart attack when you put the Evoker to your head. He felt a little better when your Persona came out instead of your brain bits.

It is going to take a while for him to get used to it, maybe never.

Despite you having more experience, he is still a little protective over you.

...and maybe gets a little flustered when you are being a badass.