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when you listen to some caravan palace and eminem, and get all this fuel for your muse.
I just love this dork.
Haru please LOL
Source: Persona 5 Dengeki Comic Anthology
(original) smh @ 3D glasses
been gone for a little more than a week or so, and i’ve decided to go ahead and bring this blog back up to speed–now that i’ve beaten the game and figured everythin’ out. the problem i’m facin’ is that i’ve got aaaaaaall this muse for our protagonist here but, my dash is deader than a dead fish. i’ve gotta fix that somehow, y’know?
i’d appreciate it if ya’ll would give this post a like or reblog–and spread the word that there’s a hangry main character from persona 5 lookin’ for cool dudes and dudettes to interact with.
Persona 5′s plot
I can’t believe Akira’s dead
Akira petting a sleeping Morgana
Those times I just want Ryuji to appreciate what he has, man.
"Akira-oniichan!" Running right up to him, she jumps into his arms before kissing his cheek. "I did a really good job on my homework! Look!" Reaching in her backpack, she pulls out the paper and brandishes it to him.
You weren’t expecting a Nanako Attack! out of nowhere; it was a good thing your situational awareness wasn’t absolute shit. You did a decent job grabbing her, and even managed to sit yourself back down in your seat. You were good with your hands, after all–a Phantom Thief had to be.
“–My, my,” you said with a pleasant smile. “Look at you! Maybe I should have you tutor both me and my buddy sometime. He’d surely appreciate it.” Poor Ryuji.
You gave the adorable child a gentle pat on her head. “–A big score like that deserves a big reward, I think. Sound good?”
swxnnlxke:
“Oh yes, definitely! I hope they get the attention they truly deserve.” She couldn’t help the smile forming on her features, his affecting her most likely.
“Though, I wouldn’t mind if they stayed small too. It almost feels like a club of sorts, you know? Because the mainstream media hasn’t tainted them yet.”
You didn’t need the fame or your time in the limelight, as if were. You were doing all of this for the betterment of mankind, and nothing else. Sure, recognition was certainly better than disbelief or hate--but the opinions of the masses didn’t necessarily mean a lot to you.
What you wanted wasn’t satisfaction but the people to understand your goals as the leader of the Phantom Thieves.
“--A club,” you repeated. “Do you think they have matching jackets? A store near my home sells something of the sort.”
dirk here is fuckin’ lit. i got my movie quality deadpool costume in the mail and--despite some buttons being busted--it looks fuckin’ schweeeet. i’m gonna rock this con next weekend. i’ve got a few small issues to fix with it but, i think i’ll be aight.
been gone for a little more than a week or so, and i’ve decided to go ahead and bring this blog back up to speed–now that i’ve beaten the game and figured everythin’ out. the problem i’m facin’ is that i’ve got aaaaaaall this muse for our protagonist here but, my dash is deader than a dead fish. i’ve gotta fix that somehow, y’know?
i’d appreciate it if ya’ll would give this post a like or reblog–and spread the word that there’s a hangry main character from persona 5 lookin’ for cool dudes and dudettes to interact with.
“--What did the extinct reptile say after he worked out?” you ask. “He said he was a little dinosore.”