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#death-in-truth #one-more-son #<3 #stara #molly #<333333

“I didn’t even get to feel the consequences of my little murder,” he growled. “I ripped a hole in my own heart and I didn’t even have the chance to bleed out.”

The product of tonight's livestream~

This is the Shadow Yosuke of Molly's AU!Yosuke hehehe

I like how it turned out <:

EDIT: LOL I FORGOT THAT SHADOW AUSUKE HAD SHARK TEETH LEMME CHANGE THAT

#pretzelcoatl #one-more-son #ausuke #au!yosuke #yosuke hanamura #Persona 4 #shadow yosuke #fanart

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I wanted to protect you, I didn't want this to happen, not again, I'm so... I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry you had to meet me. I love you, okay? You'll be with Nanako and your family soon, okay? I'm sorry..."

#one-more-son #cries

"WHAT A GOOD ROLEPLAYER, OH GOD I'M AN AU TOO, BUT MINE SUCKS, SHE'S GOING to HATE MeeEEEeEE" and look what happened lmao

((AAAA I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THE SAME FOR YOU TOO ASDHKJFSDF

LIKE "WARNING WARNING INCOMING KOALA TEA ROLEPLAYER ABORT ABORT YOU MIGHT ANNOY THE HELL OUT OF HER ABORT" ))

#one-more-son

Two Victims of the Grief of Death! The Tragic Story!! (AU Dungeon Roleplay)

The television screen flickers to life without input, static giving way to a blurry yellow image. The figure is too dark to see, but the title is very pronounced, in bouncy blue letters that undermine the seriousness of the message... if the message were serious at all. Two Victims of the Grief of Death! The Tragic Story!! The figure finally focuses, revealing the familiar face of Yosuke Hanamura, but nothing about him is friendly. His hair is wild and uncombed (even moreso than usual), his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth upturned in a sinister sneer. He wears the familiar dark suit and red tie of Adachi; a costume befitting a villain. “Some douchebag writer once said,” he begins, his voice pitching up and down and echoing through nothing, “that you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain. I think I’ve done enough living, don’t you think?” He chuckles a little, rubbing his left wrist. “If it weren’t so gratifying being a villain, I guess I could just--” The screen flickered into static for a brief moment, before it flickered back, now no longer showing the face and form of Yosuke Hanamura, but of someone else. “--die,” A click was heard, presumably from a snap of fingers, “Just like that.” The person’s back was turned towards the screen, though what could be noted was the familiar unkempt silver bowlcut. The person turns around, now revealing the face of Souji Seta, mostly obscured by a white, partially fractured mask, only revealing his mouth and anything under, showing deep, web-like scars. He wore a suit, mostly appearing as if for a funeral. “Sometimes, I guess it gets to you. That feeling of abandonment, loneliness, speaking of which,” His tone of voice suddenly changes, sounding more demanding than expected from the teen, “Where the hell--” “--were you when I needed you most?!” Yosuke reappears through static, sounding pained and angry and hurt and normal, his fingers clenched as he leans forward towards the screen. He smiles soon after, pulling back once again to stand proudly. “Heh. That’s what I looooove saying to myself.” The distortion in his voice returns suddenly, and he grins, showcasing his sharp, sharp teeth. “And you all fell for it, like fucking toadies kissing up to the CEO for a fucking promotion, just like all those stupid employees who liked me only for my dad. You all just love a sob story, don’t you? You all love to--” “--hear me cry and suffer, and you point fingers and laugh at me, like you feed off of my fucking pain or some shit.” The screen flickered back to Souji, his face full of scorn and hate. “So what the hell are you waiting for?! You all want to see it right? The pain and suffering in my life, so you have another reason to make me a laughing stock. I’m right fucking here! Come and--” “--get me! Come see the show! C’mon, you’re all here to laugh at the faggot, right? Go ahead--” “--I fucking dare you. Find me. Although, if you even try to pity me, don’t even come. I hate that--” “--Hell, I hate everyone, so don’t even fucking bother. Why don’t--” “--you just--” “--DIE ALREADY!” The screen suddenly shuts off with a crushing noise, as though the television itself was broken apart by the force of their hatred, but it’s completely unharmed. An eerie silence follows afterwards, and the Midnight Channel finishes its broadcast.

#group rp #planned rp #one-more-son #don't reply to this yet!!

An unwrapped, nondescript chocolate muffin sits on your kitchen counter. Eat it...?

[Souji stares at the muffin for a moment, wondering if he should eat it or not. Did Rise leave this? It was obvious she didn't make it, since it wasn't a bright red in color. The fact that's it's chocolate makes it even more tempting.

...Why not? No one's watching, anyway. He takes a bite out of the muffin, and--]

"A-ah--!"

[He gasped and nearly collapsed before catching himself. His face suddenly becoming flushed, he lets out a guttural moan, his breath coming out in short pants. His heart quickly picks up pace, and he lets out another moan, this time louder. It was a new feeling, but it felt oddly good.

With the pleasure increasing, it hits a point where he suddenly finds himself screaming when he reaches his climax.

Once it was all over, he collapses to the floor in exhaustion, chest heaving.]

[Never again.]

((

is this what they call "you reap what you sow"))

#pretzelcoatl #one-more-son #MOLLY ASKLDJHFSDF #SCREECHES