𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇

[pantherguise]

                                         ❛ i am thou…                                                                   thou art i… ❜

            𝑨𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑬         𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑵         𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑶𝑵

stolen by zen, rei, &. jazz.

[danamercers]

Gotcha. This is a mark of your word.

[glaciemdraco]

Persona 5 Mementos Mission - Goro

[ahaise]

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Manipulative Characters in Roleplays

[eternallives-deactivated2021050]

piiiety

I’ve kind of always wanted to write this rant, so here we go:

You know when there’s that character in the RP whose bio says that he’s supposed to be ‘manipulative’ and ‘sly’ and really good at reading people and clever and stuff?

Those characters are supposed to be brilliant puppet-masters, and they’re supposed to be able to manipulate other characters. The admins wrote that character that way for a reason, and the person playing the character should have the liberty to use their character in a realistic way. So when you’re playing against a character like that, don’t have your character guess the manipulative/secretive character’s motives just because you want the ‘good guys’ to win. Especially if you’re playing someone who’s supposed to be easily manipulated.

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE LOVERS.

                         *          /          @defixioarcane     !

“   aw ,     come  on ,     makoto !!     you  said  we’d  go  shopping  when  we  were  done  studying  &  i  totally  get  everything  by  now !!     so  can  we  please  just  go ?   ”                         as  appreciative  as  ann  was  of  mako’s  help  and  the  improvement  in  her  grades  because  of  it ,     enough  was  still  enough  at  some  point … !     retail  therapy  was  an  equal  necessity  when  it  came  to  test  prep .     plus ,     she  wasn’t  even  lying .     the  panther  had  these  chapters  down  pat !     &  she  had  no  doubts  about  the  brunette’s  ability  to  say  the  same .

     ❝     If you insist, Ann. But just for safety measures, I’ll be testing you no shortly after returning back from shopping. I suspect you will give me further results that you grasped the material. Is that a deal?     ❞     Chimes a fairly gentle tone underneath her tongue,     curious if their studying truly stuck in the back of Panther’s mind. The PRIESTESS chuckles softly to herself feeling this might have been unreasonable. Their deal was to venture out into the mall area, attempt at ‘  having fun  ’ like any regular adolescent her age. How foreign for Makoto to experience such matters that weren’t pursuing the goals of studying. Shutting the notebook at hand, the brunette grants no objections for them to head out. Keeping that little test of theirs wouldn’t escape her no matter how much fun they have.

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE FOOL.

he knew he shouldn’t be here again. he knew that he had no business being back at this specific alleyway, especially when he, yukari,  &&  junpei already gathered the information given by the man in the beanie about fuuka’s whereabouts, or at the very least, an inference. what possible reason did the fool have to return to the corridor…? well, there was his reason, coming right up to him to scold off the delinquents hounding him just as he did before. not that there was anything to worry about for the blue haired boy, as he could easily dodge any punch these chumps would attempt to throw at him anyway. nevertheless, the group leaves begrudgingly, now the two of them standing alone. the man’s stoic steel eyes peer into minato’s detached ceruleans, as if he wanted to intimidate him or possibly a small sign of  ‘ get out of here, idiot ’. whatever the case may be, the younger male doesn’t back down, his hands staying firmly in his pockets as he faced the other, finally answering his question.  ❛  are you aragaki shinjiro? i came here looking for you. to thank you for the information…  &&  to ask why you helped us in the first place?  ❜

     Scoffing came naturally to him as a defense,     not wanting to direct any unwanted attention over everyone else. The annoyance it brought the delinquent scores higher than any other useless distraction. Seems like his childhood friend spoke more about who he was than suspected ...     typical Aki, that kind heart is going to be the death of you, idiot. Brows practically narrowed further from the question about his name being accurate to the bone. Who ever thought they have interest in the HIEROPHANT from a mere encounter? He cast a shadow, isolating himself from the curse that plagues him on a daily basis. Nerves twitch through the heavy jacket, keeping hands in check from lashing out. Shinjiro understands stressing himself further would unleash ‘  it  ’, the goddamn power lying within. Digits moved around those pockets without turning away nor hiding this time. The cerulean kid came out here all this way and perhaps deserved some kind of return. It’d bother him for another revisit especially in this dangerous alleyway. They might be watching them as they speak.     ❝     Tch! It ain’t out of kindness to you or anyone else. I only arrived at the time and got annoyed about the others picking on a couple of kids. The information was to give back to Aki a favor I owed him. But there’s one thing I can tell you as a warning ...     don’t concern yourself with matters that you aren’t mentally prepared for.     ❞     Speaking much would end up putting a target over their heads somehow, that much Shinjiro knew well from their meddlesome behavior. 

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE HIGH PRIESTESS.

ANOTHER HASTY TEASE     which makes her pout form bigger across faint features which its’ pale complexion amplifies the petty-like feeling to her frown. good intentions, yes, but her height was of    NO LAUGHABLE     manner considering of how much she’s capable of. even if the priestess, herself, wasn’t aware of the strength    &    believed the only source was HEL, the brain always leads humanity’s muscles. a mind is much more powerful weapon than any sword or spear created for those who yield god-like fists. his calloused fingers continue petting soft locks which almost drives drowsiness intensifying inside her, even grow perhaps one-sided desire to have this warm, almost fuzzy feeling last tad long. like a cat, she purrs    —    albeit halts when the hierophant continues speaking through hoarse chords.     ❛   mmm… they say shortest people are closer to hell, so you’ve best be careful of what you say, aragaki-senpai. as for my health, um…i suppose it’s alright.    ❜     what a blatant lie.

although teasing before, her face scorches with anxiety upon noticing those rough hues sharpening further, clearly showing his annoyance. over what, she’d never know as he was a secretive type of person. not that the priestess blames the hierophant, for one knew how was it to hide their shame or the true facade beneath perfectly carved mask.what was it ,  shinjiro aragaki  ?   what was it that led a mien so ripped    &    swollen to find too annoying  ?   —    although for a moment, twinge of flustered hues arose when dinner was brought back on the table. shyly, she hesitated.      ❛    n-no, it’s alright. obviously, i can’t stop you from these goals you’ve set up, thus i’ll just have anpan.   ❜    she explains before looking back at darker shades.     ❛   you don’t need to do this. but….at the very least, could we…share our dinner together  ?   ❜

     Too simple it was for the man to rile up someone like her,     finding it faintly cute to a feline’s natural reaction. The longer someone keeps the creature in water, the more its claws extend out growing larger. Her pout increased though does nothing on the HIEROPHANT’S part to apologize. Retracing away anything he teased at would be denying a cute response. Like hell he’s about to admit defeat on that part! These fair moments permit traces of a smile to spread across his face briefly, only for her eyes to see. It’s embarrassing thinking of others witnessing this hopeless man breaking a strong demeanor so strangely. Others would point and laugh, others finding it a good tactic at deceiving his enemies. Whatever ...     it’s not like Shinjiro possesses any care about anyone else. The girl right before him could merely bark out and purr those words, having no power over his stance. Rough hands retract back into his pockets after a fierce blush rushes through those cheeks. Damn this girl is too effective, he heavily ponders in silence. Clearing away his throat, the man turns away to consider that obvious lie.     ❝     Heh, is that right then? Guess I should be watching my own back from a tiny girl like yourself.     ❞     Liar, she is a liar for the sake of not worrying him.

     A habit picked up with those worries he possesses,     it’s common that others mistaken it for genuine anger. Annoyance stirs up with idiots who act all high and mighty. Not willing to admit when their stomachs are devoid of food, Shinjiro rather toss away his pride and cook for them. Heavily sighing before the HIGH PRIESTESS, there’s a brief scratches added to the back of his head. Walking away from the girl’s small frame, he headed for the kitchen to get started. She was free to enter unless someone from S.E.E.S. suddenly came in. Nothing leaves a chef more aggravated than having too many people around his cooking space. Fingers tied the pink apron behind his waist, gathering the ingredients to prepare anpan. What makes the man halt is the invitation for eating together --------- that’ll give him a reason to cook more.     ❝     As long as you’re eating, I suppose it’s fine to share our dinner together. I’ll probably whip up something bigger for the two of us to share.     ❞

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE WORLD.

                        Despite being hundreds of miles away from each other, one thing he always kept in mind about Naoto was the work load she keeps putting out. She wasn’t called the Detective Prince for nothing: he’s seen first-hand how eager yet meticulous she gets whenever working on a case that would puzzle any normal citizen. While Minato would have loved to continue watching over the Shirogane heir, he himself had business to do. Alongside his continuing pilgrimage all across the land of the rising sun, he acts as a scout for the Kirijou Group—monitoring and, if the situation calls for it, neutralizing any form of Shadow activity that could potentially bring danger to the community. Not only that, but also as he stands with the strongest Arcana there is, he is often called as the ‘secret ace’ of the Shadow Operatives; where he steps in only when the situation is extremely dire and desperate measures are needed.

                     But even a group’s desperate measure needs some time for himself, no?

                     Arriving hours ahead of the scheduled reunion with the busy detective, the veteran Persona-user decided to give her a bit of a surprise tonight by crashing in her place with an unannounced arrival. He was already in the neighborhood—what harm would there be in an early surprise? Luxurious bathing time, apparently, as he was greeted with a frantic Naoto dropping her towel she was holding. It was one of her best ways to unwind after a grueling day of work, all the concerns about investigation cases melting away from the warm water and lavender petals giving it fragrance. He could only roll his eyes and hold back a chuckle. Yep, he got her surprised. “I was already in the area much earlier than I thought, so I figured I’d crash in your place for tonight. That way, we can save even more time for tomorrow.”

     Her chest remains ever quickened to a steady pulse,     truly not expecting someone to pay the Shirogane heir a late visit. This tendency at surprising the sleuth is a nasty habit to possess that would stir up trouble. He should be grateful she’s willing to overlook this scare, mostly from faint relief their visit would last longer. A light sigh was all it took to calm down gathering her usual composure to pick up the dropped towel. In those moments, the FORTUNE neglects the need to wind down and dip into the essence of lavender-scent along with lukewarm water. She rather await until he grows comfortable or have these faint thoughts to accompany her in relaxation. Those broad shoulders seem tense in their own means from those grey hues eyeing them intensely. Oh, a silly detective prince didn’t mature quite fondly with appearances alone though her mind stays stuck. That quickened woman who makes sharp decisions on the spot is best reserved in her fieldwork. Alone, as a mere woman, the story tells another side where lengthened blue locks would display someone weak. Fairly shy at trying to make the first move and quick to fluster up by the thoughts she harbored just now.     ❝     It’s quite like you for arriving without informing me anything. Do try not to nearly make me worried some culprit entered the premises, Minato-kun.     ❞

     Says a fairly direct tone of hers after letting     their silence prolong from those unsettling thoughts. No doubt his own teases would increase over a sleuth’s selfish desire in being accompanied within the bath. She permits fingers to grasp the towel at hand tightly, messing around with it over sheer joy of seeing the man. There were moments during the day, endless hours at night, where Naoto spent considering what could have happened. It wasn’t a healthy decision but she didn’t mind putting it within the back of her head to reflect. It shows her lack of forgetting to put the people she cares for in those busy hours. A smile graces over those lips before drawing near, wrapping slender arms around his body. The nostalgic scent made it certain this was her Minato who arrived ...     not a copy who existed within her dreams. The sleuth’s hold resumes without departing away until a few minutes longer, keeping her distance close to each other.     ❝     Would you prefer the usual bed settings? I’m afraid it’s a little messy ever since my work has piled up.     ❞

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE FOOL.

it was fairly quiet in leblanc aside from the loud tapping from futaba’s laptop as akira silently washed the dishes in the back  &&  soujiro tended to the counter. when he finished, he shook his hands to shake off any excess water from them before drying them with a rag. but as he started to walk back to the counter, he was immediately stopped by the hermit standing before him, practically almost demanding to go out somewhere. coal eyes blink for a moment or two before he finally answered her.  ❛  are you sure? i mean, i don’t mind, but where do you want to go then?  ❜

     Surprisingly easy how she requested a selfish demand,     the hacker resorted to her quiet demeanor for a long time. Drawing a blank after the anxiety surfacing within made everything pause. A mind travels quicker than the speed of light, frantically thinking about the proper solution. Light bulb! Hues shift away with soft mutters to call him out over how thoughtful he’s being as her key item. The Oracle lets fingers run through her trusty phone like clinging to the final treasure chest in an RPG.     ❝     H-Hngh ... can we head back at Akihabara again? I forgot about this one game I’ve been meaning to get! But I got scared last time that I --------- t-then we’ll eat together!     ❞     Glasses are pushed back through their constant slipping down, believing Futaba made a wise calling. Reasonable excuse to head back into her domain is a natural strategy for the HERMIT ...     score ten, level up PLAYER FUTABA!

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE FOOL.

ah, it would seem that the detective had bested him once again. chess was truly a game of strategy  &&  wits, something akira was slowly improving on both on the game board,  &&  within the metaverse. coal eyes look over the dark red hues of the other’s eyes, finding a kind of twisted pleasure hidden behind that soft smile of his. unfortunate for him, the fool had quickly picked up on the ruse of the mask that he chose to front as the soft spoken  &&  charismatic celebrity detective that the public either seemed toadore or DESPISE. nevertheless, if goro was going to continue the façade, then akira was willing to play along until the very end.

he would offer a smile back at the brunette, a gentle nod of his head as he answered.  ❛  well, not about chess, but something a bit similar. still, i’m glad that you’re noticing it, akechi - kun.  ❜

     Grasping the final king piece within his hand is empty,     a shallow victory if one could easily compare it to. There’s no favor in devoting this time of a falsely friendship with someone else. No matter how sympathetic it grows, the measures behind their skills is far separate than anyone could imagine. A false JUSTICE could barely withstand the mere sight of someone absolutely pathetic in the public eye. Mere dust awaiting to be brushed off like some rotten adult --------- that was a lie. The detective savored sheer joy of witnessing someone being pushed to their boundaries, stretching as far to improve their moves. Maybe he desperately wanted to challenge this trash’s capabilities like any hero versus the villain. Now which side did Akechi belong ...     a most entertaining riddle it was. 

     He gives a charismatic smile that won     the hearts of foolish girls, tasting small fragments of what makes his twisted self. Fingers rub along the piece within an enclosed palm to relax those tense nerves. His hums vibrate underneath a tongue that desires other disgusting matters, murder being one of them.     ❝     If there’s one thing I’ve learned about a harmless game as chess ...     I say it’s always a good strategy to know your opponents’ moves. Studying their tactics helps in apprehending criminals for most cases I take. Oh, it seems I have a bad habit of comparing this game to my work. My apologies, Kurusu-kun.     ❞

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE LOVERS.

ann had been watching makoto’s expressions for the past ten minutes, noting how distracted she was by the way delicate hands mindlessly flip through the pages of the textbook as her brows furrowed in concern  &&  stress. it was clear that there was something on the brunette’s mind, most likely the mission in stealing her sister’s treasure; it had to be the only thing that would occupy her senpai’s concerns. eyes blinked momentarily as the priestess’ voice brought her back to reality, quickly shooting a soft but awkward smile at her.  ❛  oh, ah… yeah! she’s doing a lot better! but…  ❜  her smile fades away as she looks down, a little bit of sadness in her eyes.  ❛  she told me that she’s going to have to transfer schools, for her well - being. i get it, but it’s going to be a little bit strange without her around once she moves.  ❜

     How uncanny it was of her to use another subject,     desperately escaping from the Queen’s reality. Still both seem troubled with their own conflicts which made the PRIESTESS feel less guilty about probing into those affairs. She truly didn’t wish for anything to escalate this far and now her own sibling was in danger. Knowing it’d rip their paths apart, the student president idly flipped through those notes while tapping the edges with her pen. Reddish-brown hues vaguely enclose themselves to release a quite somber sigh in response to the LOVERS. Both their problems seem to come from their own weaknesses, a burden they’ll be forced to carry as the others suffer. Maybe this was a cruel punishment ...     a cruel punishment befitting the weak.     ❝     Unfortunately, that is what happens when someone attempts a tragic fate Ann. I only hope she’ll do well in her other school when she leaves.     ❞     Flashbacks recall a large gathering of students who rushed outside, leaving behind steps & rumors. Rumors telling about Suzui’s attempted suicide from the school’s roof. It’s depressing enough that she couldn’t do anything to assist her student body, preventing this outcome in the end. Makoto possessed this weight to help the other carry it as well even if there’s forgiveness.     ❝     I’m truly sorry there isn’t much I can do for her.     ❞

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE DEATH.

FOUL PLAY. ONE     could not describe recent events which were filmed with cold-blooded hands better than that.    —-    a foul play so vicious   &   manipulative took over the jester’s stage   &   executed him before the crowd. the foul player, himself, was the executioner. it almost seemed   LAUGHABLE.   everyone else…  ?    they suffered consequences on their own, with   FUTABA   possibly ending with the shortest straw, or even haru. nevertheless, it all seemed far too meticulous. however…what was dubious is akechi’s will on saving only sayu    &    even putting her inside his own apartment, to live with the criminal. was this his way of mocking the malnourished girl who slowly begun receiving ulcers from no longer consuming food  ..  ?  it didn’t matter,  why should she even bother living when everything they worked on was in vain.  his words, sickeningly sweet yet bitter as ever,  drooped her heart to its’ breaking chamber. her heart breaks,  stomach growls desperately but her mouth does not open. exhausted, thin, cold…she was an utter disappointment. yet, despite it, sayu sits across the justice as knees press against her chest   &   fingers tap against the hardened surface.    ❛   … why did you save me…  ?     you’ve already killed the jester   &    executed the rest.   me…  ?   i am a dangling source of your enemies. so…why  ?   why did you even bother…  ?    ❜

     The infamous question finally surfaces     and he grows exhausted, having to explain every course of action he takes. Where was the false detective obligated in explaining himself for this? Every child should stomach gratitude for freeing her out of that hopeless imprisonment. Wanting a trial that badly, the JUSTICE could easily fabricate evidence with the touch of a finger ...     if she desperately wants to suffer. What this doll undergoes is nothing short of suffering, merely self-destructive and utterly pointless. No sense of grieving over a loss if she never had anything to begin with. Those so-called friends only added to the ornaments of a justification persona everyone else took. Ah, if only the selfish girl could understand and grow angered over them. He’ll push for further results as any true detective would do for the sake of the truth. It fascinates him, quite sickeningly, envisioning what kind of person she’ll morph after this treatment. Gloved fingers tapped at the reports all staked up into place with heartless hues gazing a weakened girl. Somehow that growling will never permit Akechi into fulfilling his work --------- why are girls like this when they’re depressed, he wonders curiously. No matter, the detective rises from his seat to head for the kitchen without breathing a single word. It appears a forceful feeding will have to take place, should she refuse his cooking again.     ❝     Ah, I disagree on the matter entirely Sayu-san. How foolish of you to assume you’re worthy of placing yourself on their level. Why, you’re the most harmless out of all the Phantom Thieves and their little ‘  operations  ’ to become heroes of justice. I say they had a nice DOLL to accompany them and I simply took an interest to keep that doll --------- that is all. The victor is always rewarded for his hard efforts in the end ...     haven’t your parents taught you this much?     ❞

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE HIGH PRIESTESS.

DARK HOUR PASSES, ITS'    skies no longer leaving an ooze of shear terror creeping down humanity’s bones. side missions burnt with their activity in tartarus rising the further they climb, but what happens behind the shadows is an entity formed of the priestess’ own sins crawling up her back. in daylight,  she’s adored   &   seen as a well-mannered yet  MODEST  idol.  at nighttime, however,  came forth a side of her whose eyes absorb scare tactics to assert dominance while laughing inside. it’s a side no one saw nor she ever wished them to witness. pent up wrath colliding with screams, cries  &   ecstatic rage from everything she’s come to see thus far equaled calamity inside her mind. then again, it felt  EXTRAORDINARY  to be of use for the  SEES.  yet, despite it, she still hesitates:am i really good enough…?   i need to work harder, just so i can be seen as a perfect doll i always ways !  when walking down to grab some milk,  the empress’ words jolts sayu to full freeze.      ❛   o-oh…kirijo-senpai. i apologize, i simply wanted a cup of milk.   ❜    what an amazing girl… already, sayu grew to admire such a strong-like figure. student council president  &  a member of family which owns an entire school….  !   however,  the rock idol digresses.    ❛  well…actually, i’d like to thank you for believing in my potential. albeit i am not sure if i can provide much, it..it really means a lot i can be of any help.    ❜

     Wave of curiosity had overwhelmed her daily,     letting the stress take its toll of becoming obsessed. Determined to pick up the scrapes left behind by her grandfather and cleaning everything up. She understood it wasn’t her right, nor duty to uphold it so soon. But all these obligations and an arranged engagement were underway to pile into the EMPRESS’ busy schedule. The comfort found at nighttime while studying were her only means of escape as oddly it sounded to the normal ear. Crimson lips hesitate to formulate any response just yet, keeping a mindful watch over the textbooks nearby. Crossed legs suggested an ungraceful position she sat though her ways of being freed. The tension would rise when the Dark Hour settles in ...     now died off due to the passing of time. Funny how it works to worry everyone, awakening those who are fortunate to stay awake. A jest to proclaim they were ‘  lucky  ’ or ‘  fortunate  ’ to remain eyes opened, opened to the hellish scenery. People without the potential and laid dormant within their coffins were far better off than the countless victims and S.E.E.S. Sighing softly, the student president gives a reassuring reply to calm down this young girl.     ❝     Hmm I wouldn’t worry apologizing for anything since you did nothing wrong.     ❞     Mitsuru halts briefly though awaits a fairly misunderstanding behind the girl’s talent. Not everyone is gifted with immediately knowing when to pull the trigger. The fear comes with an imitation of committing suicide to summon their Persona.     ❝     Your potential is a skill you’ve possessed under stressing circumstances. If anything, I should be the one offering to assist you in controlling it. Only you have a right to believe in yourself along with our leader.     ❞

[defixioarcane]

♠     THE DEATH.

MONTH PASSES SO QUICKLY.    it seemed like eons since bat’s arrival to the phantom thieves. albeit a new experience, it was certainly shun down with an event so shacking to the mass media, society   &   even themselves. it put a lot of actions they’ve committed to question, even lead few members to go down aggressive paths out of frustration of what happened. sayu, on other hand, shows the most concern for the victim  :   HARU. those oozing black tears could so easily slip in someone’s imagery   &    stick there forever. even when sitting when mulling over her thoughts,  the priestess could only do so much but dwell to her negative tendencies.  the emperor’s question shook her off the core.  yes,  she was here for the sake of comfort.  when in dire need, he stood there  &   grabbed her hand. for that, she’s grateful.   ❛   i’m in no position to speak, but…  it’s safe to assume she will need time to recover.  yet…  even if you have veins of steel..  your loved one’s death leaves an impact. you can never recover from it, it’s impossible.  ❜    another pause due to having to readjust herself before crossing her arms.    ❛   even if we weren’t intending murder, our involvement is of utmost certainty,  yusuke-san. nothing can leave the realm of possibility, unless evidence is shown. for all we know,  we could have been set up by someone to kill him.    ❜

     An echoing response nearly sends him to tears,     reflecting back to recent events that were far cruel. Though the scene was avoided it nearly felt iconic to be right there before the fall of a beautiful woman. Her essence remains vibrating within LeBlanc, so elegant and beautifully painted shall always be Sayuri. Being an awe with the last token of love by his dearly mother only enhances the sorrow. It’d never brush off to forget someone who once picked him up within her arms ...     to only fall. Fall under the care of a disgraceful ‘  father  ’ --------- the aching will never go away, precisely as she stated. Yet the EMPEROR dedicates his time into assisting the Phantom Thieves and their wondrous endeavor for the pursuit of art. Art was a passion though recent events are putting their efforts into a dangerous trial. Were they not meant to save anyone in the end, he wonders vaguely. The doubts spiral into madness, etching an artist block to his creativity cloud with a heavy sigh. Fox idly stares at the girl right in front of her who seems quite shaken by everything. May they find comfort within each other, perhaps pay a visit to Haru herself.     ❝     That is only a saddening thing I can relate to, even if my mother’s passing was relived shortly. It leaves scars you can never entirely heal from but ...     let’s hope she’ll absorb all the good times she had with her father in the past.     ❞     A pause of his own permits Yusuke to take a moment for relaxing, later resuming what could pick a change in their perspective. Like an artwork, there’s beauty and ugliness within every painting just like human desires.     ❝     ... Being set up by someone is something worthy to consider. It’d be quite unfortunate but not at all surprising. Did you tell this to Kurusu-kun?     ❞

[ianime0]

Persona 5 the Animation || Goro Akechi Episode 27

[coldofflesh]

               I will not go down without a fight,                      and I PROMISE to take you with me