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collection of warmup sketches ft my many ships

partnership chart

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They're all dating each other and they lay on public pool tables. I bet they think they're so cool, and they kind of are.

A lot of this is traced! Here's the source. I originally intended to just use it as a reference, but then it turned out really cool in a way I don't think I could replicate.

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Title: Kiss Ryuji Forever Fandom: Persona 5 Pairing: Ryuji Sakamoto x Haru Okumura x Yusuke Kitagawa x Sophia x Sumire Yoshizawa x Goro Akechi x Makoto Niijima x Joker Word Count: 239 Content Warnings: No Sex, Making Out, Polyamory

Ryuji gets kissed.

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The Apartment of Yoshizawa Sumire

4.17.202X

7:34 am

Shinjuku, Tokyo

"-like this all night!" 

Goro sucked in a pained gasp of air, fighting some kind of sleep paralysis as he struggled to sit upright. 

"Easy…don't rush." That was Naoto speaking, and for some reason Goro recoiled from her hand as she placed it on his upper back. The memory of being quite literally surrounded by love was still fresh on his skin and Naoto's sudden intrusion brought him back to the real world, back to Sumire's apartment, back to the hunger that only seemed to get worse after sleep. 

"What…what's going on?" Goro spluttered, wiping the drool off his cheek. "Where were you last night?" 

Naoto's expression of concern relaxed with a soft sigh. "Good to see you're alive and unharmed as well, Akechi." 

"Do you remember what happened?" Sumire asked, hovering near Goro's elbow as he stood up in case he lost his balance again. "You were in the kitchen and you-" 

"-slipped," Goro said, wincing as he rubbed his stomach. 

"Yoshizawa said you were hungry," Naoto said, holding out a pack of protein bars. "Are you feeling weak or unsteady?" 

Goro shook his head, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. It was hard to describe the feeling; every inch of his skin seemed to buzz as though something wriggled just beneath the surface. He felt like a held breath; a painful pause in anticipation of something important. More than anything, he felt hungry in so many ways. 

"I'm fine," Goro lied, ripping open a protein bar with his teeth. "Did you get held up?" 

"Took the long way here; needed to make sure I wasn't being followed," Naoto lied. "I'm going to have to make an appearance at the office so I'm afraid this can't be a long visit; I just wanted to make sure you were still breathing." 

Goro nearly choked on a large unchewed hunk of chocolate protein bar, gagging until Sumire whacked him on his back. 

"Though perhaps I spoke too soon," Naoto sighed, rubbing her eyes. 

"Blow me," Goro coughed, stuffing the sticky pieces of protein bar back in his mouth to chew them better a second time. "Where's Narukami?" 

"No idea," Naoto lied again. "He must think associating with us will put us in danger, so he's probably blundering off on his own like some heroic fool."

"You have no idea where your senpai and oldest comrade is?" Goro sniffed, taking a swig from a bottle of water Sumire nervously passed him. 

"Yosuke is recovering from surgery, but even he might not have any clues," Naoto said. "And we can't afford to go looking for him now…we'll just have to trust that he knows what he's doing. Apparently he helped himself to a few kuda before he left, so at least he'll stand a chance against Kaneshiro if he runs into him again." 

The yakuza's name seemed to drain the life out of the room, each of them shuddering at the monster they had barely survived. 

"You fought him…how strong is he?" Goro asked. 

"Too strong," Naoto muttered, chewing on the corner of her thumbnail. "The only other demons that I've fought like that were the Phantom Thieves…and they seemed to have more trouble fighting us than Kaneshiro did." 

"How long has he been like this?" Sumire asked. "He's been right under our noses for years; how have our sweeps for cults missed this?" 

"Not even Rise is omniscient," Naoto clucked. "And she would have picked up on a demon like that in Tokyo before tonight. She only felt his presence when he started attacking the guards; I was there when she did." 

"So is he a human possessed by a demon or a demon pretending to be human?" Goro asked, scarcely caring which it was. The only thing he had to consider is how he was going to kill Kaneshiro if he ever ran into him. 

"He seems possessed to me, but not quite like the abominations that attacked our forward station," Naoto said. "He's more…complete. Like he's taken to the demonic presence and kept more control of himself than the others did." 

"But how did they get so many possessed yakuza in the first place?" Sumire asked. "They would need to be able to summon and bind demons like we do with-" 

All three agents seemed to come to the same conclusion at the same time. 

"Those glyphs those kids were making in Madarame's basement…" Goro said, sitting back down on the couch as he felt suddenly lightheaded. "Kaneshiro's men protected that old bag while he ran his little sweatshop." 

"How does an aging artist and a crime boss get mixed up in demon summoning?" Sumire muttered. 

"Perhaps they signed contracts with the same demon and were asked to work together," Naoto said, her eyes scanning the horizon just outside Sumire's window as they often did when she was looking for answers. "But this whole operation has been too tightly polished for a low-level cult. Kaneshiro was able to call Hell Bikers into the fight without a summoning ritual…I could have sworn I saw him release them from kudas as well." 

"Kudas?" Sumire echoed. "How did they-" 

She trailed off, the answer to her question too terrible to voice aloud. 

"I've had my private concerns there about this for a bit," Naoto said, turning her cap over in her hands. "But…I'm starting to suspect that Kaneshiro and Madarame might have help from some more well-connected friends." 

Goro swallowed heavily, the dry crumble of a protein bar scraping his throat on the way down. "...you think S.E.E.S. has a rat?" 

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S.E.E.S. agents were among the most ravenous creatures on the planet. 

High magatsuhi concentration in their bloodstream combined with grueling physical activity meant the average field agent usually needed upwards of six thousand calories a day just to maintain their bodily functions. This went double for elite agents, and Goro had witnessed Naoto destroy five tonkatsu bowls after a mission and still have room for ice cream. 

Goro himself was no stranger to hunger, but the gnawing ache that filled his body was more wretched than any craving he had ever experienced before. And nothing in Sumire's cabinets seemed to fill the void. With shaking fingers he tore open a pack of stale rice crackers he had found in the back of her pantry and quickly started shoveling them in his mouth three at a time. Sumire had barely been gone half an hour but he had already gone a full day without eating and felt unsteady on his feet as he raided his host's pantry. He had never been a good guest, but the pile of empty food packages scattered across the kitchen floor made it look like a raccoon had broken in. 

But for all he ate, nothing seemed to satisfy his hunger. Even as he tipped the last crumbs of crackers into his open mouth, the growing void inside him only seemed to expand. 

"Fuck…" Goro hissed, chucking the demolished package into the trash as he looked in her cabinet for anything he might have missed. His fingers brushed across a bottle of cooking oil towards the back of the cabinet, and for a moment he considered how many calories there were in the small bottle. Thousands, surely…would that be enough to stop his hands from shaking? 

The sound of footsteps outside the apartment door drew his attention and Goro gripped a kitchen knife as he crouched behind the counter. The footsteps slowed, and through the door he could pick up snatches of faint conversation. Sumire was back…but she wasn't alone. 

Pressing himself against the door, he listened intently to the mumbling words that came on the other side. 

"...didn't need to walk me home, Ken-kun" Sumire said, a little sharper and blunter than Goro had ever heard her speak before. 

That dog-walker from Kyoto's here? Goro thought. 

"Is it wrong to look out for each other?" Ken replied. "Someone killing S.E.E.S. agents is on the loose-" 

"Someone like that was on the loose before this," Sumire said. "Unless you think Kasumi actually killed herself." 

"...the investigation hasn't concluded yet," Ken muttered, drawing a snort from Sumire. "I didn't think you would want to see me after…well…"

"After I tried to kill myself, you mean?" Goro's eyes widened and he nearly dropped the kitchen knife, catching it by the blade before it could clatter on the hard floor. He bit back a hiss of pain, shaking his hand as the wound started to slowly stitch back together. 

Outside the door, Ken seemed to suck in a breath. "You don't have to say it like that-" 

"Does changing the way I say it change the past?" Sumire laughed, a shaky and bitter sound. "You don't have to protect me, Ken-kun; I told you, I don't blame you for anything that happened after Kasumi died." 

"I know, but I should have-" Ken trailed off with a sigh. "...I cared about your sister. A lot." 

The weight outside the door shifted and for a moment Goro thought they were both coming in. He looked at the knife in his fast-healing hand, watching his blood shimmer as it dripped down the blade. What would he do if Amada found him? Would he kill someone whose only crime was being nosy? And what would happen to him if he did? 

"I know," Sumire sighed, sounding exhausted. "But saving my life won't bring Kasumi back. And I'm sure sensei has you working on more important things than guard duty right now." 

Goro held his breath as the silence outside stretched on. Finally, he heard Ken make a small grunt of acknowledgement. "Well…if you need anything…" 

With that, Goro heard a heavy pair of footsteps shuffle away down the hall. There was a moment of silence, punctuated by soft sniffling that could barely be heard through the door as Sumire fiddled with the lock. Thankfully Goro managed to jump away from the door and chuck the knife in the sink so that he looked as normal as a man covered in crumbs and standing in a kitchen full of demolished snack boxes could when she entered. 

"A-Akechi?" Sumire sniffed, wiping her eyes as she ducked in quickly and locked the door behind her. "Are you-" 

Sumire's tired eyes fell on the mess that Goro had made of her kitchen, and for the first time in a very long time, Goro felt a twinge of pity for inconveniencing someone. Then again, the twinge might have been heartburn from devouring expired food for the last thirty minutes straight. 

"I…got hungry," Goro muttered, grabbing the broom and hastily shuffling the boxes across the floor. "I realize I look insane right now-" 

"I wasn't going to say that," Sumire said, watching Goro attack the mess he made with the same ferocity that he attacked his prey. I was thinking it though…

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Devil Summoner Akechi Goro vs the Phantom Thieves

Interlude: Seasons in the Abyss 1

Some Time Ago… The Labyrinth of Amala

One look at the tattered pink tutu in Haru's hands and Ann knew they were all in hell. 

"Is that all there is?" Ann whined, holding her torn skirt together with one hand. She needed a replacement and the twisting plains of the world they found themselves in were short on clothing shops. Occasionally they would stumble upon a pile of garbage that appeared to be from the world they had been cast out of; stacks of broken computers, discarded clothing, and other junk that nobody wanted just like them. The worn pajamas they had fled with had long torn to pieces and their little group was forced to replace their clothing piecemeal with whatever they could find. 

"If Ryuji makes fun of you, you can always hit him," Haru said cheerfully, dressed in a hideous orange and purple dress and two different sneakers. 

"I know…I just don't want to be a ballerina for the next few weeks," Ann muttered. She almost wished Ryuji would make fun of her like he did when they were still kids. Time was only marked in the strange world by how their bodies changed in both expected and unexpected ways.

The ears on her head were far from the oddest thing about her new appearance as the little bump at the base of her spine had extended into a full cat tail one night while she was sleeping. It wasn't a comfortable sensation and the feeling of suddenly gaining a new appendage woke her with a howl of pain that sounded more feline than she was comfortable admitting. Her new ears were making her hypersensitive as well, each sound amplified once through her human ears and again through the feline nubs that stuck out of her hair. Why she of all people was doomed to spend her days as a cat was beyond her but Ann hoped she would stop changing before she grew whiskers. 

"Well, maybe there's a department store around the corner," Haru said brightly, turning around to give Ann some privacy. It was rare for any of them to have a moment alone and on the occasion they found a pool of water, they often hastily washed in the same bath, doing their best to preserve each other's modesty by turning the other way. It seemed like such a silly thing to care about when hideous monstrosities threatened to eat them on a daily basis, but like Makoto said, they at least had to try and be normal. 

Thankfully, her tutu was on tight when someone knocked on the sheet metal hiding their little cave. Ryuji stuck his head and Ann saw a glimmer of amusement in his golden eyes that fled as soon as she glared at him. 

"Yo, Futaba found a phone in one of the junk piles," Ryuji said, a worn baseball bat hanging off one shoulder suspended by a thin leather strap. The boys donated any tops they could find to the girls, so Ryuji was bare-chested, his golden tattoos pulsing as he crawled back out of the cave. 

"Does it work?" Ann asked, trailing behind him as he led them back out into the area they had discovered a few days earlier. The desert they had first landed in had given way suddenly to a craggy forest with jagged trees. Crooked shadows stretched out from each trunk, never shifting as a pale red sun hung motionless in the sky. Ann preferred it to the desert but so did so many of the other monstrosities that chased them from hiding spot to hiding spot. Something about seven starving, ragged teenagers was catnip for aliens but at least they were getting better at protecting themselves. Yusuke had found a rusty old katana that was more otaku prop than weapon, but it was sharp enough to cut through a monster's neck and reduce it to a pool of warm, red…stuff. She wasn't sure what that stuff was yet; all she knew is that her body craved it worse than any dessert. They had long overcome any shame they might have felt in gorging themselves sick on the viscera of their fallen enemies; if this was an eat or be eaten sort of world, Ann knew which side she would rather be on. 

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