#phntmfool

[seithrveined]

azrael that super suggestive. at least take me to dinner first.

          “No one should ever use that line with Azrael. Y’might wind up in jail as a damn accomplice from whatever shit he pulls.“

[corvusdon-blog]

this was it. the moment of truth, the moment where everything would unravel before all that was present. goro akechi had been exposed,  &&  he knew it. the entire operation of makoto’s sister’s palace was merely but a trap set by the thieves to fool the detective into believing he — &&  the one was giving him the orders behind the scenes — they had triumphed over them.

cool greys merely looking into those burgundy irises in silence, his brows only furrowing the more he listened to crow’s reasonings of being a pawn in someone else’s hand. the justice would only return the gaze, staring joker down as he let out his frustrations at him.

‘ but you… you’re some criminal trash living in an attic! so how…?! ’

that stung a bit… but the fool doesn’t falter, doesn’t waver, doesn’t fall before what he would’ve called an ally. a gloved hand is held out before his teammates, making a barrier between them  &&  the justice by using himself as their shield. he can hear them shout his name in confusion as he stepped forward to face his opponent.  ❛  it’s okay. i’ll take him on. this is between me  &&  him.  ❜

his mask comes off his face as the silhouette of his persona appears behind him, ready to fight for his life.  ❛  arsene!  ❜    //   @phntmfool

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          it   doesn’t   take   long   for   his   frustrations   to   overpower   him.   his   plan   that   he   had   set   up   so   carefully,   so   precisely   had   come   tumbling   down   due   to   a   single   mistake.   his   own   mistake.   it   made   him   want   to   grind   his   teeth   and   tear   at   everything   in   front   of   him.   destroy   it   until   it   was   nothing   but   shreds   in   his   hands.   how   dare   they   look   at   him   that   way   ?   he   hadn’t   outpoured   his   life   story   for   PITY.   even   the   word   made   nausea   build   in   his   stomach.  

          no,   what   he   simply   wanted   was   them   to   know   of   the   true   reason   for   his   hatred   before   that   hatred   burned   them   alive   to   the   core.   perhaps   a   minor   bit   of   relief   in   his   chest   from   outpouring   the   truth   after   masks   upon   masks   of   lies   spouted   from   his   lips,   but   it   simply   urged   him   forward   more.  

          the   whispering   of   his   persona   in   his   ear.   you   still   have   this.   you   have   your   fall   back.  

          yes.   yes   he   did.   he   watched   the   other   step   forward   alone,   and   he   couldn’t   help   the   sharp   loud   laugh   that   split   through   him,   rough   enough   to   cause   a   bit   of   soreness   in   his   throat   from   his   previous   desperate   screams.  

          ❝   ALONE  !   you   are   truly   dense   if   you   believe   you   can   take   me   on   by   yourself.   regardless,   this   does   not   mean   that   i’m   going   to   ease   up   on   you   because   you   are   a   fool.   ❞

          the   double   standard   to   the   word   is   not   lost   on   him,   and   he   reaches   for   loki.   loki   practically   wraps   himself   protectively   over   him,   and   he   feels   the   waves   of   psychosis   spread   across   his   mind.   where   there   had   been   clarity   before   became   rage.   where   a   will   to   protect   his   life   and   himself,   was   only   the   will   to   destroy   the   one   who   threatened   it.  

          the   black   mask   slides   easily   on,   and   it   is   a   comforting   presence.   his   true   self,   and   the   one   that   had   allowed   him   to   move   forward   this   far.   glaring   through   the   tinted   glass,   pure   energy   radiating   from   him   --   he   calls   his   own   persona,   the   name   sweet   on   his   tongue.  

                                                  ❝   LOKI   !   ❞

[girlycorpse]

@phntmfool continued

eyes form into an o-form as lips part slightly. both of her brows are pulled up and she quickly raises her hands up. “ IT WASN’T THAT BAD OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT, ” she says with a hurried tone in her voice as she almost stumbles over her words to make sure the situation wouldn’t be misunderstood. “ THEY DIDN’T HEAR ME AS IN THEY DIDN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I SAID IN THAT MOMENT BECAUSE I STUTTERED. NOT EVERY DAY YOU GO TO A HOT SPRING AND THEN SUDDENLY A FERAL DUDE JUST JUMPS THROUGH THE PLACE AS A SHORTCUT. ”

[gosutm-archived]

                      @phntmfool    //    con.

HER EYES ARE GLUED ONTO MULTIPLE COPIES    of herself, each presenting a different personality,  seductively dancing against their designated poles  &  attempting to drive their attention through their singing. disgusted, is all how she could describe her current, mixed emotions. on one hand, she wanted those damned dolls to perish under her persona, but a rational  &  sullen side kept her steady, clear-minded off of a temptation to slice her scythe through anything existing within this palace.

as bat sighs shakily  &   joker’s words ring in her ears, the death looks back at him before quietly nodding.

❛  yes...you’re right,  ❜    sayu exhales a breath, tapping her foot against the floor as her arms crossed over her exposing chest. as much as this entire environment wasn’t real, to her, which kept nabbing her to think this could all be some sort of fever dream, she kept her head high: as idols are supposed to do, is what kurosaki would’ve said to her each time she couldn’t take one notch of inspiration.    ❛  this scenario, however, only motivates my fury even more. to think that greedy...bastard, only ever saw me as a toy for his sick pleasures...  ❜    another pause.   ❛  joker. i sense strong shadows ahead of us, we should stay low for now. call everyone in the safe room.  ❜  

[jokaito-aa]

@phntmfool / continued

he’d exhale a sigh, but a serious, stoic expression remains on his face. there’s still worry in his eyes; it’s only natural when he sees that akira’s wounds still aren’t healed yet. the gentle push is an instinct. to move around like that isn’t the best thing to do. he can’t have the other act reckless during a moment of possible anger.

“ we have gathered the keywords. ” he’d grab his own phone, turn on the screen and tap the metaverse button. “ tomorrow we’ll investigate the basic parts first before calculating what to do first so you’ll have enough time to heal. ”

[electricea-a]

@phntmfool​ continued from here.

“Sure, no problem.” He sits down next to his friend, a beef bowl for himself clutched in his hands.  “I sometimes bring my own lunch from home - well, my Ma’s lunches,” He gives a sheepish chuckle.  “So I’m happy to share ‘em if you ever need any! I bet you get to bring some pretty great lunches too, working at Leblanc and all! Has Boss been teaching you a lot of new recipes...?”

[defixioarcane]

     How fun it was to mimic his win,     the overall turning point behind this battle between himself and the Phantom Thieves. It’s laughable having to release every tension through a game of chess. Almost keen to chasing a rat ...     whose right underneath his nose, how disgusting. Through that facade the false JUSTICE remains composed behind picking the last piece. A light slam against the board, a proud declaration comes between those venomous lips. If only this were declaring ‘  true victory  ’ behind this attic trash ---------     ❝     It looks like this is checkmate for me once again, Kurusu-kun. Ah, but you’re improving more than before. Has there been ...     someone teaching you about this game?     ❞

@phntmfool     ///     STARTER CALL.

[jokaito-aa]

code amongst thieves, a honor amongst brothers.

➥ rentaro and akira as requested by @phntmfool