Been looking into filipino mythology again cause I’m working on ocs and I thought I’d share some moon deities
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Been looking into filipino mythology again cause I’m working on ocs and I thought I’d share some moon deities
“What we have done today is we have challenged power, and down the road that will be very important”
Quackity didn’t expect his plan as he laid it out to work. Quackity didn’t want to do any lasting damage to the castle or Eret, he just wanted to get Dream’s attention. And he wanted to get Dream’s attention for a very specific reason.
Quackity just proved to Dream that Dream doesn’t have absolute power (proved to everyone, even)
Quackity held firm. Quackity negotiated to a fair extent. Quackity agreed to repair the throne and castle, he agreed to apologize to Eret. He did not bend to Dream’s threats of violence. He did not bend immediately, he did not attempt to kiss up to Dream, he insisted on a negotiation and then set his own terms within this negotiation. When Dream said “we’ll slaughter you and destroy your land and- and-” Quackity responded, not by bending immediately to the threat of violence as Dream’s puppets have, but rather by responding “we’re talking about this” and making sure it happened. He didn’t let Dream talk over him, he pointed it out when Dream asserted his absolute power or when he talked for Eret. He made his own demands and held strong to them. He wanted to be recognized and he was not backing down on that. And Dream let him have it. Dream threatened Quackity intensely and made it clear he was getting nothing out of this. But Quackity got something anyway. And what’s more, when Quackity told Dream matter of factly, “i’m not apologizing to you” DREAM caved to that demand.
Quackity proved decisively to everybody that Dream isn’t the absolute unbeatable unnegotiable god he acts like he is. Because Quackity just got something out of Dream. And it may seem small. But even a small victory is a victory.
When Quackity said he wasn’t going to apologize to Dream and Dream gave in to that, that’s when I realized what the point of this was. Because he just got away with holding his ground firmly against Dream, and I think that was the point.
This wasn’t an act of terrorism or war, the intent wasn’t to get rid of Eret, to put George back on the throne, to start a war. There’s a reason all the damage done was easily fixable, he knew it wouldn’t mean much to anybody, the intent was to get the attention of everybody he could INCLUDING Dream, challenge Dream’s power entirely, and walk away from it not only unscathed but with something he wants and without bowing to Dream.
He addressed Dream as an equal, called him a tyrant and laid out why whenever Dream got too violent or aggressive, insisted upon negotiation, and got a net gain out of it with about six other witnesses there who saw that all is not lost for those who will not bow before Dream.
And that was awfully clever of him.
Corpse being a sweet imposter <3
concept playlists
it’s bacchanal time, baby: songs for when you infiltrate a group of classics students and you all love each other. you hold a bacchanal together and see spectacular visions of dionysus and immortality in the midst of ecstasy. when you return to your body you feel you do not know yourself and question if you ever can. the light of the fire is dying and you’re covered in blood. you’re all covered in blood.
lime green slushies & god: you’re in a gas station food mart in the middle of the night and you meet someone. you know they’re not human, but they might be. all you know is that they’re holy. and you’re not. you get a bright green slushie and want to ask them for guidance. they pay for your slushie. you’re neon now.
bottom of a hotel pool: it’s your birthday and you’re at the bottom of a hotel pool. you know you should come back up. you know you shoulld go to the candles and frosting. you stay at the bottom and listen to the muffled thunder in the the distance. you feel the water’s divine power within you and you know you can breathe.
literary liaisons: you’re following your crush in the library. you’re taking note of the books they pick up, picking up one of your own. an hour before close, you go back to the shelf they went to and pick up their book. through the shelf’s gaps, you lock eyes with them. who’s following who now? and why? There’s a metallic taste in your mouth, and you lick your lips.
pink silk & poison: the sweet smell of the rose oil you’re putting on your body hangs in the air. the doorbell rings. you wrap yourself in your pink silk robe and go down to open the door. it’s the police. your husband has died. at least he left you his will. you turn up the volume of the record player.
motel terrors and subtext: there’s a boy in a motel room on his knees with a gun to his head. there’s a girl in a motel room with her finger on the trigger. a bottle breaks. that means ‘i love you’. you shut your eyes. what a pair.
glitter pluming between us: you’re in a club where everything is washed in blue lights. there’s a boy with glitter dusting his cheekbones and he’s all you can see or want. you should be the villains in each other’s stories. but under the lights and music all you can feel is love. you’re both in the alley now and out here the glitter cuts like a knife.
season of the witch: it’s near halloween and you’re discovering a new kind of power. in the hidden section of your university library you discover grimoires. in yourself you discover magic. somehow you know your whole life’s path has led you here.
get your lyres out, boys: you’re the oracle of delphi. amidst the smoke of incense and offerings of grapes and honey you witness history. the rage of achilles, the burden of atlas, the flight of icarus. time does not exist.
raging feminist: you’re a raging feminist. you’re dismantling the patriarchy and rallying. you’re discovering the power in femininity and womanhood.
sunday morning cappuccinos: it’s sunday morning and you wake up early to the smell of breakfast. you pull on a cashmere sweater and go into the kitchen of your loft where your lover is pouring you coffee. you both have goals and are working to achieve them. it’s cold and you make plans to have a movie night together in the warmth.
all this, and love too, will ruin us: you’re in love for the first time and you feel like you’ve discovered something no one ever has. you’re consumed and can swallow the world whole.
I can’t believe we’re doing this in 2019 AD, but I rise back from the dead because I heard shit-talking about my boy.
Yosuke’s character development–the ones covered in his social link and not counting how he grows with the rest of the IT as a group–is imo one of the best-written progressions in P4 and I won’t stand for this. P4 has its flaws and one of the themes that didn’t sit quite so well for me when I first played it was how the characters seem to have gone a full 360 when it came to their plans for their futures. Yukiko, for example, has gone from the independent girl who wants to live on her own back to accepting that she has to take over the Amagi Inn someday. Not exactly the best message, is it?
But sometimes, it’s what people need to hear. After all, the main point of P4 is acceptance and in the same way adults accept and make the best of a situation they don’t necessarily like, so did our P4 protags.
Unlike the others though, Yosuke’s problem didn’t come from the outside pressures of society so much as himself.
Which isn’t to say there’s no pressure coming from outside. There’s a lot he has to deal with just being the Junes kid in Inaba. He’s also a teenager on the brink of manhood who had been recently transplanted into the countryside. Come on man, his problem isn’t just that he wants to be interesting. And even if it were, what’s wrong with that? How hard is it to admit you’re mediocre? Is it weak to admit you’re scared of having zero reason to be in this world because you have no connections with other people and no place in society?
Buckle up, I have 100 screencaps and I’m not sure if it would all fit in one post but would we try. Pics taken from here and here.
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Boss.
Teaser Test: Nightmares
Music from ‘Severed’ by Audiomachine (cw body horror and flashing images)
she’s so pretty…
YO I JUST FUCKING GALAXY BRAINED
Futaba and Akira roleswap.
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Futaba, after a year or so of living within her tomb, slowly letting despair and guilt consume her, has a dream.
She dreams of sand and sun and-
A... cat?
When she wakes she remembers its words, its pleas.
She opens the weird app that she’s half-convinced is a virus that won’t leave her phone.
After the shock of her life and the cat from her dreams freaking out with her, she gets the run-down of what the Metaverse is.
Some of it sounds familiar. Morgana deems it fate that they met. With Futaba already being well-versed in cognitive pscience, it seemed to make perfect sense that Morgana would be drawn to this specific palace.
Even if he felt like something was missing.
The two of them make their way through the pyramid and uncover the truth. The truth about her mother’s death.
Futaba awakens her persona and the two of them return to her room.
She manages to convince Sojiro to let Morgana stay, even while exhausted from her change of heart.
It ends up working.
In the months that follow, she grows closer to her guardian and goes on adventures in Mementos with Morgana. After months of work and some therapy, she’s able to interact with people better. Still not comfortable with large crowds, but she can manage in smaller groups.
For a while things seem to stagnate. They can’t get deeper into Mementos no matter what they try.
Morgana is content to teach her some skills in the meantime. He finds it odd he doesn’t mind the roadblock.
It almost feels like he should be waiting for something anyways.
—
Sojiro gets a call one day. One of his regulars is calling in sort of a favor.
He ends up agreeing to house somebody with a criminal record who needs a place to stay while on probation.
Futaba being Futaba races to find all she can when she finally pries a name from Sojiro.
And it’s a good thing she did. She’s not an expert on legal proceedings, but everything about this seemed fishy.
Her instincts were only confirmed when they actually met the guy.
He was tall, quiet, and polite.
He seemed to go out of his way to keep his voice low and not make eye contact.
It almost hurt Futaba to see him act this way.
She was even more concerned when Sojiro confirmed his story. Being punished for doing the right thing? That was crazy!
What was even weirder was how Morgana kept silent and watched him. Not with suspicion, but with curiosity.
He stayed in their guest bedroom. It was a little dusty, but Akira took the room without complaint.
Futaba now understood what it was like to live with a ghost.
He’d come down to breakfast, eat quietly, then rush off to catch his train.
He’d come back around the same time every day. Not making any detours.
Apparently Sojiro thought it was sad too. He gave Akira a spare key that he never even used.
Futaba and Morgana decided to follow him to school a week into his stay with them. She told Sojiro she was getting Morgana a treat and left right after Akira.
She still hated the trains, but they were bearable with Morgana in her backpack.
She hadn’t thought to grab an umbrella though, so she was trying not to stand out too much as she stood under an awning near Akira.
She nearly choked on her spit when they both rounded a corner to see Akira and some blonde guy who’d been talking to him standing in front of a palace.
She and Morgana stayed hidden.
They overheard Akira arguing with the other guy about whether or not they should go in.
The stranger ended up going in on his own. Akira was frozen at the gates and seemed to be conflicted. He took a few steps forward, then grimaced and paused again.
In the end, he turned and left. Pushing his glasses up as he walked out of the palace’s bounds again and disappeared.
They couldn’t very well let somebody without a persona walk around a palace. So the two of them dove in after the blonde.
They saved him and learned his name was Ryuji. They both tried to explain palaces and the Metaverse to Ryuji, who apparently now had the app, and settled for just teaching him the basics.
When they told him about treasures and changing hearts, he told them his own story.
They decided to chaperone him through the palace another day, having him go to class late. They’d rather not take him along, but he had the app so they couldn’t stop him anyways.
Ryuji and later Ann ended up manifesting personas.
And from then on, the Phantom Thieves began to grow.
—
Morgana was curious about Akira.
Despite having been to the Metaverse, he still couldn’t hear him speak even when Ann and Ryuji could. Ryuji had been able to even before his persona manifested, so it wasn’t that either.
Something was off about Akira. Morgana spent some time with him, pretending to be a cat to get closer to him.
He spoke about twenty words to the others in the household, most of them pleasantries. The hope was that he’d be more open with Morgana since he wasn’t a human on the outside (he was still adamant about being a human like the others).
And it worked.
After getting home from school he’d recount his day. Nasty rumors and skittish classmates. Harsh teachers and a lunch break spent in a bathroom stall.
Morgana would curl up in his lap and provide comforts the only way he could in his cat form: mewing in understanding and being adorable.
Akira started being more social, if only with him. He’d chat about his day and would spoil and groom him.
One night he was sleeping in Akira’s room when he was startled awake.
Akira was sitting upright in bed, pale and shaking. His hands were clamped over his mouth. He seemed terrified.
He was crying.
Morgana rushed over to comfort him. To push Akira back down onto the bed and climb onto his chest. A warm, purring weight on his chest to ground him. A furry friend that nuzzled him and and voiced concerns that would fall on deaf ears.
Akira whispered between hiccups. His words quiet but impactful in the dead of night.
He dreamed of that night.
The night that ruined his life was both crystal clear and distorted. He relived the whole thing almost every night. Rushing forward to protect a woman from a blur that made his head ache whenever he tried to focus on it.
What was more concerning was how it ended.
The blur would hit the ground, then it would shoot out an arm in his direction.
The ground beneath him would crack and chains would rise and shackle him. They would wrap around him so tightly that he wouldn’t have enough air to scream.
He’d thrash and struggle with all his might, a fire rising from him that melted some of the chains to slag.
But there were always more. No matter how hard he tried he’d always get dragged to his knees. The blob and a shadow looming over him.
When the flames finally died, he’d wake up.
Morgana was horrified by the dream, more so by its implications.
Akira wouldn’t awaken a persona.
He was being suppressed.
And Morgana had no idea how to fix it.
This wasn’t like Futaba’s palace. There was something twisted and wrong that went beyond that.
He stuck closer to Akira whenever he wasn’t with the Thieves.
He could feel it now. Most of the others had what almost felt like a literal fire in them.
He’d thought Akira had the potential because his matched an active persona user in intensity.
He was wrong.
The energy within Akira was choked and warped, almost like it was being tied down.
That begged a very important question that Morgana found himself wondering as Akira hugged him close at night.
If this was what Akira felt like when he was compromised....
How strong would he be when he was finally free from his chains?
How I imagine mark is gonna get ethan with the paintball gun
Its suffocating
boss fight
This gave me pure unremitting joy
He brought it THE FUCK around town
Meet these two gay Children. Mike and Piz. I Meant to Introduce them at the beginning of Pride Month But Time Slipped .
PS. They aren't usually Angry