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Excerpt from Sparkle Magazine Vol. 76. Interview with Persona’s Kurusu Akira and Akechi Goro

Akechi-san, what made you decide Kurusu to get the highly contested role?

KURUSU: I'm curious about this, too. You never did tell me. (laugh) Four months of auditions was rough, you know!

AKECHI: Hey, don't forget four months was just as tough for me! The process was long and gruelling, but Kurusu shined through the rest. He has the uncanny ability to absorb whatever character he needs to act out, and dish it out to the audience in a way that makes them unable to look away.

KURUSU: Wow… I'm flattered.

AKECHI: Well, don't be. You have many long hours of rehearsal ahead of you still.

KURUSU: What a demon!

AKECHI: Hahaha! (laugh)

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im more on bluesky now i keep forgetting to check tumblr so if ur there please hmu at fullmetalbrat.... rawr..... fullmetalbrat.bsky.social baby

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getting ahead of myself and writing third sem ed. im crazy can we skip to the end 😂😂😂😂😂

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grinding my teeth clenching my hair screaming into the heavens as i write this shuake fic

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in all honesty i have realised my chapter naming conventions for yamagmt (wow that's a mouthful. what a strange acronym) is basically just. gintama-core. im not as good as that but im aiming for it now because I think it's funny. yeah

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introducing my silly little current plot bunny that has been bouncing around my head for a month like a three year old on too much sugar, where edward elric, alchemist and all around general mess of a person, meets the phantom thieves of hearts from the hit game persona 5. haha

you and me and god make three

Ed gives him a sharp, guarded glance. “Why do you work everywhere?” “Why do you show up at all my jobs?” Akira shoots back. or; Edward Elric is dropped in the middle of Tokyo. Classic Elric luck brings him to the Phantom Thieves.

link here. dont expect anything crazy i just think its funny

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Hi there! Love your FMA x P5 crossover! Just wanted to let you know the formatting on the most recent chapter is broken on browser- maybe you forgot a </span> tag somewhere? Thanks so much for making a really great work!

!! thank you for letting me know, it's been fixed!! 🫶 and thank u for reading hehe

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strange little crossover that is absolutely demolishing my year-long writers block snippet

When Akira first meets Edward Elric, he comes across a blonde blur that nearly rams into him on the streets of Shibuya. Akira almost kneels over from the hit but manages to keep himself on his feet. He tears his eyes from the ground and looks at whoever bumped into him. 

A teen, somewhere around Akira's age, with bright blonde hair tied into a simple braid and shockingly gold eyes, his features distinctly European, stares back. He looks like a cosplayer of some sort, but the hair looks genuine and the simple t-shirt and black pants don't look like anything Akira can name off the top of his head. He’s never met anyone with golden eyes, but he really doesn’t think the other teen is wearing contacts.

“Sorry about that, wasn't watching where I was going,” the kid — he has to be younger than Akira, the top of his head just reaches Akira’s chest — says in jarringly fluent Japanese, “where's the library?”

“Um, ” Akira says. He doesn't actually know where the library is. His movement range is limited to like, two stations per day and the only library he’s even vaguely familiar with is the one at Shujin. “I'm not sure. You might be better off checking with the station managers.” He waves a hand vaguely towards the hustle and bustle of rush hour Shibuya Station.

The other teen grunts in acknowledgement. “Thanks.” Then he's gone into the station, just as fast as he came.

Akira stares at the disappearing bundle of blonde as he whirls into the station, then shrugs to himself. As unusual as the encounter is, it honestly doesn’t even top his list of strangeness. It’s Tokyo, after all.

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femshuake: a study in hair

and yet:

a fic where there is hair, and thoughts, and arguments. also they're both girls!

“You got a haircut,” Kurusu states in lieu of a greeting, blunt as ever. She's growing out her hair — it's notably longer than the usual nest of hair, with the ends reaching her shoulders. The wild curls remind Goro vaguely of a horse’s mane, and she suppresses the sudden urge to flatten Kurusu's hair just to see whether it'll bounce back up. “Yes,” Goro replies, just as blunt. “I see that you’ve done the opposite.” “Do you want me to crop it for you?” Kurusu asks. “Your hair,” she elaborates after Goro stares at her. She doesn't outright say that Goro did a shitty job of cutting her own hair, but the question alone implies it as much. Goro knows that. Kurusu knows that Goro knows that, and well. Goro knows that too. “Sure,” Goro mumbles after a pause, because she’s dead anyways and nothing really matters and if she can get her hair cut by Kurusu even if it’s probably going to be disastrous then sure.

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[coockiedrop]

what if you helped me cut my hair after your therapist revived me in a dream reality (and we were both girls???) happy 2/2!! here's my illustration for @senagune's 2/2 femshuake fic "and yet"<3

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femshuake snippet about hair, and thoughts

tw: mentions of sexual harassment, suicidal ideation, murder

Akechi Goro despises her hair.

She despises the way it tangles and pools around her neck in showers, the way she has to spend, frankly, a despicable amount of money and hair products to ensure it shines and is smooth the way it is, the way it messily falls over her forehead to the point where she had to start using headbands to keep it back, because Shido would never let her cut her bangs. It’ll ruin her polite detective princess image, she inferred from the time she brought up cutting her bangs to him. She despises how men like to coo over her and comb her hair with their disgusting fingers during Shido’s gathering parties of rich, snobbish and powerful men, but it’s okay. Her fire keeps burning, and she’ll enjoy putting a bullet through their Shadow’s brains when the time arises.

(Goro thinks she would cut her hair into a short bob if she had the choice. It would be a nice three-day scandal across tabloid papers and headlines on social media, and then she’ll put a hole through Shido’s head and jump off a building somewhere. The headlines would continue, in a few months she’ll be the topic of a true crime podcast, and soon the only things that the public remembers are her unfortunate suicide and her wide, wide smile.)

So when Goro sees Kurusu Akira’s short, messy, free hair, she keeps quiet.

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“I wish,” Goro rasps, the words clawing out of his throat, “that we never met.”

And Akira feels the ground beneath him crumble and shatter into pieces that will never recover, feels himself shatter and torn apart atom by atom. 

“And I wish,” Goro continues like a man on a mission, determined to steal Akira's heart and crush it with one hand in a single, lethal move, “we never fell in love.”

The words stab at Akira, a million knives that sink into his skin, slice through his muscles, cut into his heart. 

Goro takes one final look at Akira, his crimson eyes a gaze of judgement. His words a whisper of disappointment: “You are not the Kurusu Akira I fell in love with, and you never will be again.”

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hello everyone here is an au that no one but me cares about so i wrote this very specific snippet to scratch that part of my brain . be the change you want to see upon the world!

presenting to you: elements in motion, then still

an atla p5 shuake au where kurusu akira is the avatar and akechi goro is the fire prince and both of them have a conversation over a game of chess

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this one is older ish but like i haven't posted in. a while so u can take this snippet

Goro tsks, and bats the curly haired man's hand off his arm. "Who are you, anyways?"

The man straightens with a blinding beam, completely unbothered by Goro's attitude. Diving into a deep bow, he lifts his head slightly to wink at Goro. *The audacity of this man...*

"Kurusu Akira, a humble prince from Xing, at your service."

"Xing?"

"Yes!" Kurusu crows in joy and comes a little too close to Goro, who takes a step back. "Imagine my surprise upon seeing the famed Fullmetal Alchemist himself!"

Goro's expression sours further at his words. "So you know who I am."

"Yes," Kurusu says. He tilts his head. "You're a lot more... feisty than what I've heard."

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if i actually manage to post chapter 2 of clashing eras i want you to know it would be purely to advertise for as the world caves in bc that one is my fave fic i ever fucking wrote!!!!!!

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i forgot to advertise my new fic over here. my silly little au. my dumb au. i love it. anyways presenting to you: clashing eras, a fic where there is time traveling except its not in the fix it way its in the isekai way.

Akira did not ask to get held at knifepoint by a guy dressed in all black, who proceeded to pass out because he slipped in the rain and knocked himself out. Akira also did not ask for said man to turn out to be a time-travelling ninja/assassin from the Sengoku period who was supposed to assassinate Oda Nobunaga and somehow time-travelled into modern Tokyo and is now unconscious on his couch.

Akira did ask for a cute guy for his new year's wish, so he's going to take it as a win even though the fine print is definitely a mouthful and like, four months late.

Or: Akechi Goro time-travels 400 years into the future and happens upon Kurusu Akira. A lot of adjusting is required.

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i am back from the dead i have New Fic for yall. happy birthday to @coockiedrop my beloved!!!!!!!!!

polaroid pictures and final moments

An image of Akechi slack against Leblanc's countertop.

His lanky body folds forward, head resting snuggly in his own arms in a rare moment of vulnerability. His eyes are closed in deep slumber, lips open very slightly. The corners of his lips turn upwards just a little, almost like he’s having a pleasant dream. Akira’s own winter coat is draped over Akechi’s shoulders, keeping him warm.

(Akira’s favourite person in Akira’s favourite place.)

(Akira’s favourite picture.)

Akira doesn't know how to take photos until the Phantom Thieves come barreling into his life and he starts to learn how to handle a camera.

Until Akechi Goro comes in, and with the dawn of the new year comes one final chance.

And Akira thinks: I want to capture every last moment with him.

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