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@spooky-lily ❤’d

“Excuse me,” Despite wanting to leave Kosei and her hearing awful rumors about the girl... Rumors she believed and may have gossiped about as her old self, she had a certain interest in her. “You know much about the occult, right?”

#spooky-lily #spookylily #VRS. 1: ❝ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖʳᶤˢᵒᶰᵉʳ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏᵘˡˡ ❞#idk maybe kosei was her old school?

@undesircd ❤’d

“So you’re the infamous detective prince?” How odd meeting him at the station. The other her had a crush on him from his TV appearances. She certainly found him rather cute, but there are things about him that bother her. A vague familiarity. A strange aura. But mostly, some of the things he’s said. The ignorant past version of her certainly clung to his every word as the truth, but she knows better. Without much worry about the implications of her words, she speaks her mind.

“You’re wrong about the Phantom Thieves.” She says. “Not in saying they aren’t just but... It is absolutely possible to force someone’s heart to change! Even if it’s a disgustingly cruel thing to do!”

#undesircd #Masuyo digging her own grave here #VRS. 1: ❝ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖʳᶤˢᵒᶰᵉʳ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏᵘˡˡ ❞

@entcmbed ❤’d

She stops dead in her tracks. She was certain she saw the boy with glasses enter just a few moments ago. Inside was only a girl with long orange hair and glasses. She was on a computer and probably didn’t even let the jingle of the door distract her.

“Uh....” She tries to get her attention. “Is a boy with curly black hair and glasses here?” Come to think of it... Something felt very off here.

#entcmbed #VRS. 1: ❝ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖʳᶤˢᵒᶰᵉʳ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏᵘˡˡ ❞

@unrealization ❤’d

“Are you lost?” After all, there was only one other time she saw someone wandering through these dark railways. She was about to escape. But this one... She held no hatred for her. If she needed help leaving, she would gladly take her along. “Do you belong here?”

#unrealization #VRS. 1: ❝ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖʳᶤˢᵒᶰᵉʳ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏᵘˡˡ ❞

@vraileretif ❤’d

“Oh...” There was certainly something strange about the boy. It seems to float in the air around him, though certainly weak. Like areas in her world where the distortion would weaken. This world’s equivalent. Maybe he’s like her.

“Hello.” She approaches, feeling a little bit shyer than she should. She’s usually quite the social butterfly. Though, how much of that was really her? Who knows. “My name is Saito Masuyo.” He probably already knew since she’s now in his class and was introduced. “May I ask about your bag? It seems to be moving around a little.”

#vraileretif #VRS. 1: ❝ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖʳᶤˢᵒᶰᵉʳ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏᵘˡˡ ❞

You be the moon, I'll be the earth and when we burst. Start over, oh darling. Begin again.

#persona 5 roleplay #persona 5 rp #self-promo: ❝ᵀʰᵉ ʷᶤᵗᶜʰ ᶤˢ ᶤᶰˢᶤᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ❞

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I don’t live here I don’t play I don’t wake up I don’t want to There’s no up There’s no down Small windows Dead of sound Forced upon me The same old fear I am forever trying to forgive And accept the way things fall in I’m not thankful I’m not you You punished me from birth I am here I have heard of thankful rain Ride in circles Ride in squares You punished me from birth I am here 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

#music: ❝ᴬᶰᵈ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉᶰ ʳᵉᶜᵒʳᵈ ᵖˡᵃʸˢ❞