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@phantomthiievery-a
hey there, demons – it’s me, ya boi!
after a ridiculously long hiatus, akira’s back, baby, on a brand new blog! if you wanna support the phantom thief cause, please like & reblog this post to let the wonderful crew of the persona rp fandom know. with the anime starting up, i was too emotional to let an opportunity to write my favorite crimeboy pass me by, and hopefully i’ll be able to last longer than i did before!
I am a roleplayer with anxiety
I swear I don’t ignore you, our threads, asks, meme posts and starters. I just get anxious.
I’m worried if I reply too fast you’ll think I’m desperate but if I reply too slow you’ll think I’m uninterested.
I’m worried if I don’t send memes you think I use you as a meme archive but if I do I’m annoying.
I’m worried not getting asks makes me hated but getting too many makes me a narcassist.
I’m worried that everything I do is wrong or not good enough and I am so sorry.
+ I’m worried that if I follow and leave you notes for a long time and you still don’t follow me back, you don’t like me
+ I’m worried that you think just because I’m a female OC I’m poorly developed and only wish to exploit your muse
+ I’m worried that if I speak up about miscommunication you’ll hate me
+ I’m worried that the moment I make a mistake, I’ll be branded as problematic and you’ll tell all your friends not to interact with me
+ I’m worried that if I take too long to reply, you’ll forget about me and lose interest
+ I’m worried that no matter how much I love the community, I’m still going to be treated like a lowest class citizen
third eye is probably one of my fave abilities in p5
your hair? is so fluffy? and pure? how do you do it? what kind of styling products do you use, or do you just have a really nice brush?
Actually, I don’t do...anything to it.
[The messy curls atop his head were bona fide bedhead; not asingle effort was put into his appearance in the morning, and asa result, his hair was frequently and naturally disheveled. A tinygrin appeared on his features while he continued, wholly takingadvantage of the opportunity to jest at his own laziness ( whichhad somehow resulted in compliments such as this one ).]
I guess you could say that I...woke up like this.
For sharing:
Long-ways | Square-ways
beneaththeblackflag:
He noticed the tension in Akira’s expression, and wondered if he should say something about how important the other was. Ryuji had assumed their leader never questioned his role, how central he was to the Phantom Thieves. Should he bring it up now, or would that come off as weird? He felt like he should say something, but would Akira just brush it off? He didn’t want to make his best friend cry again. Maybe he could mention it when they weren’t in public.
Draping his arm over Akira’s shoulders, Ryuji insisted, “But you’re the one who buys all our Metaverse stuff.” Besides, he was the one who had screwed up, wasn’t he? He wanted to make up for that. Mulling for a moment, he continued, “How ‘bout we go Dutch? Fifty-fifty. Sound good?”
[Contrary to Ryuji’s belief, Akira frequently questioned his own worth to the thieves -- although he honed the unique ability to wield multiple Personas, it didn’t feel nearly as significant as the others made it out to be. In his eyes, his nomination as the leader of the group was solely due to his rare powers, not out of skill or suitability for the task. The most justifiable candidate at the time would’ve been Morgana, with his vast and intricate knowledge of the inner workings of the Metaverse...but Akira had accepted his position regardless, out of his inherent need to feel useful to the others.]
[Nevertheless, the apparent strain in his expression dissipated slightly when Ryuji wrapped an arm around his shoulders, still persistent with regard to paying for their excursion tonight. He didn’t need to waste his money on this -- but the compromise he’d devised in the meantime was satisfactory enough for the leader to drop the matter. A fifty-fifty split between them would equalize the financial burden on both of their ends...though, it didn’t guarantee that Akira wouldn’t still attempt to repay him by the end of the night. After the hellish experience Ryuji had endured -- no thanks to the leader’s ineptitude with regard to preventing it -- there was no reason for him to pay. The raven ought to shoulder the burden entirely...]
Fine -- that works for me. Don’t underestimate my budgeting skills, though...we’re well-equipped, and I’ve still got plenty to spare. Don’t hesitate to rely on me if you need to, alright?
@niijima-senpai ❤’d
[The previous couple of days had been immensely strenuous for the band of thieves; with an abrupt situation involving blackmail, their brief existences as vigilantes of justice felt as though they’d be cut excessively short. Merely two targets in, and the student council president of their academy had already obtained proof of their activities that she was holding over their heads, threatening to expose them unless they...”proved their justice.” As such, she had provided them with a specific target that she desired them to tackle -- the apparent mafia boss behind the recruitment of teens into their twisted, shady system. As reluctant as they’d initially felt, the target was one that they certainly felt the temptation to destroy, especially after learning more about his misdeeds by questioning the victims of his ring...but it didn’t lessen the burden whatsoever.]
[Despite the hellish conditions of these last few days, however... contrary to his fellow thieves, Akira couldn’t entirely bring himself to harbor a grudge against her. In essence, she was jeopardizing their livelihood -- a “hobby” that the leader found himself relying on as a reason for living, thanks to the prior hopelessness of his own circumstances, but he felt no disdain toward Makoto herself. She could feign arrogance and an air of superiority, but the raven sensed the disingenuous nature of that attitude. It was particularly evident when she was left to her own devices, when she was left roaming the hallway on her own ( or perhaps even following him around, as he’d noticed a few times now ), but she occasionally exhibited a certain frailty that Akira was easily able to recognize. As haughty as she might seem, their student council president was likely under just as much pressure as they currently were.]
[Though it might be unproductive, and would likely cost them all time for their heist later on, Akira felt an urge to speak with her once he caught a glimpse of her outside the library. She even appeared more downtrodden than usual, which further tempted him -- and eventually, he found himself incapable of ignoring his overwhelming concern. A hand hesitantly reached out to tap her shoulder, and once she turned around, the thief finally voiced his worries.]
Are you...alright? I’m not in the best position to be...concerned about you, I suppose, but...you seem exhausted.
okay so that verse has been up for a while now and i’ve been Replaying p5 in the meantime and i got some MUSE?? hit that motherfuckin ❤ button for a starter from a random verse ( and feel free to reply with a preferred one too )! this is gonna be selective and for mutuals only.
@nijimareign ❤’d
[Today was one in which the leader had conducted “business as usual;” with their infiltration of their current target’s Palace going according to plan, he had time to spare. Akira’s time was scarce, and primarily utilized for significant pastimes -- such as studying, prepping for battle, or spending time with his peers -- but instead, he’d decided to essentially “take the day off,” though he wouldn’t be spending it at his current residence. His destination would be Akihabara, with the intent to waste his time with any activity there that piqued his interest -- however, his plans were cut short by an alarming sight.]
[It was a bit farther than he'd usually wander, but Akira eventually came across an internet cafe -- it wasn’t necessarily a facility that he’d frequent, of course, but what intrigued him this time around was the familiar face that he’d witnessed entering the place. Part of him wanted to convince himself that it shouldn’t be particularly odd -- these sorts of facilities were often filled with teenagers or college students, after all -- but considering the identity of the one entering it, he couldn’t dismiss his own suspicions. Makoto hadn’t spoken about the matter, but there was an apparent difference in her demeanor as of late; she’d become more strained, appeared more exhausted than ever, and it couldn’t have resulted from the assumed responsibilities of her as a Phantom Thief or president. Every attempt he’d made to confront her about it resulted in her dismissing his concerns, but he couldn’t help fretting over her safety -- she was his friend and teammate, after all.]
[Upon entering, he officially distinguished her identity, and found her situation to be precisely as treacherous as he’d feared, even without confirmation just yet. Furrowing his brow, he attempted to greet her, hoping that he wouldn’t distress her.]
Makoto...? What are you doing here?
'Oh, you're lookin' at the axes, eh?' it was his time to shine. 'Well, I'll have y'know that one time, a foreign customer came in and axed me a question.'
[For a moment, Akira internally wondered whether he’d heard theman correctly; and after a brief moment of stunned silence, a grinappeared on his features. Not necessarily because of the pun -- itwas of a lackluster quality, at best -- but because of the identity ofthe one who’d uttered it. Although he likely should’ve hesitated tolaugh, he couldn’t resist his urge to snicker at the gun salesman’sexpense...hopefully, he’d assume it was due to the terrible joke hehad just made.]
[Once he’d settled down enough, he decided to pitch in with his own shoddier attempt at following the jest -- puns happened to beone of his favorite genres of comedy, so he felt relatively prepared.]
I suppose they weren’t sharp enough to know the answer.
shit i’ve said to my cat — starters
“what are you doing?”
“hey, shit-for-brains”
“please don’t eat that”
“you’re supposed to eat it, not play with it!”
“don’t eat the box”
“did you just bite my elbow?”
“your shit smells terrible”
“where are you going?”
“don’t start”
“let me sleep, it’s 3am”
“please calm down”
“stop biting my leg”
“you’re adopted”
“don’t look at me like that”
“why are you stepping on my laptop?”
“hey, people are trying to sleep”
“you’re lucky i love you”
“why is your ass in my face?”
“please don’t throw up on my bed”
“you scared the shit out of me!”
“stop eating the dog’s food, you have your own”
“that’s not a toy”
“you just sneezed in my face!”
Reblog if your muse would risk their life to save a loved one
Gently places a flower crown on his head
[Akira’s initial dismay toward the abrupt gesture was followed byhumble gratitude, a gentle smile forming on his features once herecognized the object placed atop his head: a flower crown, akinto the one Haru herself was sporting now. Although he certainlydidn’t picture himself as someone who would sport one of theseas flawlessly ( and adorably ) as she did, the raven appreciated the gesture nonetheless.]
...Thanks, Haru. It’s beautiful, but it might be better suited foryou. You pull these off so well -- better than I can, at least.
something major kinda happened that completely killed my mood but it also made me realize how important it was to tell all of you this so.
you’re all wonderful and i love every single one of you so much??? i know drama happens here sometimes but in my experience the persona fandom has been one of the most tame fandoms i’ve ever been in and i love folks here. i cherish the friends i’ve made here even if i’m super fucking socially awkward and can’t exert the energy to talk to people unless i want to endure a complete mental breakdown ???
you’re all super special to me and this game series will hold an even more special place in my heart because of that. thank you guys for existing.
adrnin:
[ You’re strong enough to survive anything. ] Though he can’t possibly know what all Akira has endured, he sends the message with the conviction of someone who wholly believes his words. [ I … know I’m the one that brought it up, but I really don’t think I ever could have tried it. I was scared every day, but I knew what I was in for, you know? There’s no telling what happens after, you know– I’m more scared of dying, I guess. ] It’s a fairly dark topic to delve into through text alone. Mishima doesn’t know if he should have shared so much– he doesn’t want to manipulate Akira, even unintentionally. It does feel a little bit good to have it off his chest. [ If you ever feel like you’re facing something you can’t handle, my door’s open. Like, metaphorically. I’ll be here for you. ] [ You came through for me, so it’s only fair, right? ]
[”You’re strong enough to survive anything.”]
[Although that claim likely had no ill intent, it felt akin to a punch in the face for Akira -- after being “informed” otherwise throughout a majority of his life, both by himself and his own family, no aspect of those words felt rational or honest. Years of being beaten down, neglected, and ostracized led him to that antithetic belief; he was powerless and incapable of defending himself...up until now. Even though his convictions led him to unfortunately assume otherwise, he now held abilities that not only allowed him to save his friends ( including Mishima ) from precarious situations, but might enable him to reform the reprehensible state of society as a whole. Akira was no longer helpless...even if he still felt as though he was.]
[Nevertheless...his chest sank with an unmistakable familiarity as Mishima continued, insisting that he was uncertain whether he’d ever be capable of attempting it in the first place -- although there were plenty of others who endured similar hesitance for the same reason, those words struck a chord within him. Both he and Yuuki pressed on because of their dread of what might follow, had they... succeeded. There were patterns in their lives that they knew would occur, regardless of their input; they recognized them and lived by them, all the while contemplating whether it’d be best to end it all... and hesitating, solely because it was unknown what such a drastic action might result in. Feeling more trepidation with regard to dying than continuing to engage in tortuous routines...Akira could relate.]
<<FROM: AKIRA KURUSU TO: YUUKI MISHIMA>> “No, I understand. It’s...easier to fall into a pattern like that and know what’s coming, rather than...escape without a clue as to where you’re going. It’s...not just you.”
[Fingers hovered over his smartphone screen’s keyboard, hesitant to send his message; it spoke of the matter in a broad sense, and the final line felt...too insightful, but a trembling thumb pressed the “send” button anyway. A gulp followed as he attempted to follow his dismaying words with some excuse.]
<<FROM: AKIRA KURUSU TO: YUKI MISHIMA>> “Everyone fears death and the unknown...without a solid answer about what’ll happen if we die, we’ll be terrified of it. I’m just...glad that the fear got to you, instead of the alternative. Maybe it’s forward of me to say this, but you’re important to me. You’re important to all of us thieves. I’m...proud of you for making it through it all.”
[That final message caused him to furrow his brow; as fair as it might be to share his past with someone whom had revealed a great deal about his own, Akira...knew better. In his eyes, it was best to keep such trivial matters to himself -- nobody needed to recognize the tumultuous life he’d left behind. Instead, the raven proceeded with a response based on his own philosophy, which prioritized everyone else over himself.]
<<FROM: AKIRA KURUSU TO: YUKI MISHIMA>> “There’s no need for that, but the same goes for you. I’m glad you...talked to me about this, and if there’s anything you ever need to get off your chest, you can rely on me. Okay?”
beneaththeblackflag:
“Hell yeah, now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Ryuji beamed. He patted Akira’s shoulder before getting to his feet. Pulling out his phone again, he closed out of the group chat and instead sent a text to his mom so she wouldn’t worry. Ryuji thought it best not to argue at the moment over how necessary Akira really was to their team, especially when the alternative was spending the night at his best friend’s place with no one there to berate him about what had happened in the Palace.
“Oh yeah, that reminds me - there’s this one movie I saw the other day that we gotta watch. It’s like, one o’ those ‘so bad it’s good’ alien movies - and it’s old, so the effects are hilarious.” He let slip a brief laugh just thinking about it. Remembering something, Ryuji checked his wallet. “Sweet! Still got enough cash; we are gonna drown in snacks, dude.”
[It was relieving to witness Ryuji’s boisterous attitude return; his best friend’s eagerness was somewhat contagious, despite how close to weeping Akira had been mere moments ago. Gradually, and internally attempting to dismiss the lack of reassurance he’d received, he stood up, his grin now slightly forced. He personally didn’t believe in his own worth, of course, but if his own friends were acknowledging his alleged uselessness...]
[...No, he shouldn’t jump to conclusions like that. Akira decided to concentrate instead on the movie night and sleepover they were plotting; Ryuji’s proposal of a “so bad it’s good” flick was certainly appealing in the raven’s eyes. Plus, it apparently involved aliens, which was always a bonus for a movie of such a genre. Ryuji also apparently had enough cash for them to “drown in snacks,” too -- this already sounded incredibly promising.]
Sounds perfect – I’m in. [Shoving his hands into his pockets, Akira figured he should offer to pay just in case -- sure, his money ought to be reserved for their equipment, but he had plenty to spare.] You don’t have to pay, though. I can cover all expenses, if you want.
the kids are aLRIIIIIGHT
