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Daxie of Fraxie
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Many pronouns. Fantasy, fanfic and poetry author! 29 white 🏳️‍⚧️fem system, host is a goth femme lesbian. http://ko-fi.com/daxiefraxie
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archiveofourown.org/works/208268...

#Persona5 #P5
Cover image for Chapter 106 of the Persona 5 fanfiction Deja Vu. The colored silhouettes of multiple characters are standing on a platform of Mementos. The silhouettes of Kasumi and Akechi stand on the left side, while the silhouettes of Haru, Yusuke and Makoto stand on the right, all ready for battle. The silhouette of Futaba sits at the far right side, reading a book. The silhouette of Ren sits on a bench in the center background, contemplating a golden glowing Aeon tarot card.
September 30, 2025 at 9:08 AM
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I can’t stop stimming I’m so happy I’m so fucking elated DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME?!?!? HE TOOK STELLE’S ELEMENT AND MARCH’S PATH! HE’S FOLLOWING THEM BOTH. I’m losing my mind I’m so excited I’m so fucking HYPED LETS GO THIS BUTCH LOOKS AMAZING FUCKING ROCK IT HOT BOY YEAAAAAA
A splash art for the upcoming character “Dan Heng - Permansor Terrar” in the game Honkai Star Rail
August 6, 2025 at 6:39 AM
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archiveofourown.org/works/67034329

After a year of effort, I'm happy to introduce to you the fifth (and possibly final) Black Mask Duo fic.
Screenshot of an Archive of Your Own title page for the Persona 5 fanfic "A thousand faces, all of them Mine." by Daxiefraxie Summary: There’s something coming off of her. A tangle of thin, glassy strands, trailing from the surface of the UFO, off towards...is that a hand coming out of the wall!? Just there, on the wall of this cognitive gymnasium, blending into the gold and white furnishing. The unmistakable shape of a human hand emerging out of the otherwise flat wall, those pale strings anchored in its fingertips. “And now that Miss Sakura is out of the way,” Haru says, her voice riddled with delighted laughter, “my other self arrives just in time. She may be a diva, but Salome never falls short of her cue.” The Black Masks complete their final kill.
June 30, 2025 at 10:26 AM
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Kurasame Susaya....Kurasame my beloved butch lesbian....give me a fucking chance......pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease 🥺🥺🥺
Screenshot of Kurasame Susaya from the game Final Fantasy Type 0. Screenshot of Kurasame Susaya from the game Final Fantasy Type 0. The subtitle reads: "I am now your commanding officer, Kurasame" Concept art of Kurasame Susaya from the game Final Fantasy Type 0. He is cradling a small Tonberry with a fond look on his face. Screenshot of Kurasame Susaya from the game Final Fantasy Type 0. The subtitles read: "Of course not. I accept full responsibility for their conduct."
June 11, 2025 at 11:06 PM
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I went 3-0 at a FF prerelease tonight! This is...quite possibly the most effective sealed deck I've ever built. It's been SIX years since I've played in a prerelease event, and it's nice to know I've only gotten better at the game since then. #MTG
Prerelease deck of Magic the Gathering cards from the Final Fantasy set, spread out across a table to show off the individual cards.
June 7, 2025 at 12:30 PM
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PLEASE for the love of god commission us

We are in need of gender affirming care in order to assuage daily dysphoria. We're trying to save up for multiple surgeries, but there are immediate concerns that will make our quality of life notably better.

0/250$
Commission details: I take prose or fic requests, ghost writing, fiction editing, genre tutoring, and photography+poetry. Message me on Tumblr or here to discuss if you want to commission me. - Prose, fanfic or ghost writing: 1$ per 100 words (5$ per double-spaced page). - Fiction editing: 1$ per 100 words you'd like proofread, or a flat rate of 15$ (+1$ dollar for every page over 10) for in-depth critique. - Genre tutoring: 15$ for a (roughly) hour long lecture on a genre, trope or writing technique of your choice. - Photography + poetry: 15$ for a single image and poem pair with a subject, tone or prompt of your choice. - Sensitivity reading (transfem, sapphic, autism, DID, PTSD): 10$ minimum for <15 pages, 1$ extra for every page over 15.
May 29, 2025 at 5:33 AM
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archiveofourown.org/works/572932...

TRANSFEM CAELUS FIC CHAPTER 5. HOLY SHIT FINALLY
Literally been chipping away at this since August.
Screenshot of the following text: Dan Heng stopped, completely still as he considered it. “Fine by me,” he said. “Are you sure you’re comfortable being in bed with...” He nodded to himself and Caelus. “Two boys.” Oof. And...huh, that didn’t sting as much as it usually did. What a wonder that a pocket full of pills could do... “Oh, that’s, I mean, Cae doesn’t, it’s,” March started to splutter, sending worried glances between Caelus and Dan Heng. Ah, caught between misgendering Caelus or outing them. Well, that was a conundrum easily remedied. “I’m not a boy,” Caelus said, simple-as. March froze, Dan Heng seemed more dazed. “Not a man either. Shouldn’t be an issue, right?” “Oh,” Dan Heng said. “Me neither.” A picture of chibi Caelus, March 7th and Dan Heng staring at Pom-Pom. Text has been edited on Pom-Pom's clipboard to read: "GIRLS NIGHT (and Dan Heng)". Above March's head is a large text edit with the word "LESBIANISM" in the lesbian flag colors. Below Dan Heng's head is smaller text: "Blazing gay trails or something idk" also in the lesbian flag colors.
May 17, 2025 at 1:17 PM
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As a birthday gift, my wonderful amazing girlfriend Dave drew me this fanart of Morgan #ofthedevil and I’m over the moon
Fanart of the character Morgan from the game Of The Devil. Morgan is holding two fingers up, as if being sworn in to court. The background and three yellow panels have the phrase “keep out” in block letters, with one of the panels covering Morgan’s mouth. The color scheme is yellow, white, black and dark red / maroon.
May 7, 2025 at 8:10 PM
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For #wipwednesday ...we can also announce that we have now finished the first draft of Deja Vu Chapter 106! It's a doozy, over 10 thousand words, so I don't know how long it will take to revise. But after six months...it feels amazing to have it drafted
Screenshot of the following text: “Per. So. Na.” through Lupin’s grit teeth. The cloud of dust began to clear. Two blue-flame eyes beneath the brim of a top hat. Wings as black as pitch with glass-sharp feathers. A vest and ascot stained blood-red, the same shade as the talons digging into the back of Ardha’s hands as the demon thief pushed against them. Not Arsene as Ren first met him, nor Dusk. Something sharper, even. Angrier. Not Dusk, but...Midnight. Vera could feel the barely-contained rage in the shuddering grasp. It pulled. Two arms, two directions. A scream of scars, like the yowl of an injured animal, tore out of Arsene’s throat as it wrenched Ardha’s arms harder than their sockets could bear, shredding Vera’s Persona like paper.
April 18, 2025 at 4:04 AM
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And the second chart, this time of Black Mask Duo! Took longer than I thought. Doubles as a preview for the next installment.
A chart depicting the relationships between Ren, Kasumi, Haru and Freya Akechi in the Black Mask Duo series of Persona 5 fics. Haru and Freya's Metaverse nicknames are Condor and Strix. Ren <-> Freya: Unspoken attraction Ren <-> Kasumi: Siblings by proxy Ren -> Haru: I love a woman who can just kill me Haru -> Ren: I'll kill for you or I'll kill you Kasumi <-> Freya: It's complicated Kasumi -> Haru: I fear you but only how much it would hurt her to lose you Haru -> Kasumi: I want to know the color of your heart Haru -> Freya: Every man I kill is a love letter to you Freya -> Haru: I'm not scared of us, but I'm scared of you Strix <-> Violet: I have to save you Strix <-> Joker: "Stop trying to change me" Strix -> Condor: I don't want to fail you but I will Condor -> Strix: I hope you find what you're looking for Condor <-> Violet: You're standing between me and Freya Condor -> Joker: Playing with her food Joker -> Violet: "Please trust me" "With my life"
April 10, 2025 at 8:05 AM
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So I heard we were doing ship charts? Here's the first one, for Deja Vu (link in our pinned post). Got another coming later today

Ren, Akira, Doe, RJ and Vera (who I forgot to label) are alters.
Akechi uses she/they pronouns.
A chart depicting relationships between characters in Deja Vu, including all of Ren's alters. Ren <-> Akira: Trust by necessity Akira <-> Doe: Protectors in their own ways Doe <-> RJ: Mutually assured annoyance Ren -> Akechi: I love and trust her in a way I can't put words to Akechi -> Ren: Sanctimonious wannabe messiah (I trust her with everything) Ann -> Ren: I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me Ren -> Ann: AAAAAAAA Ann <-> Akechi: I don't understand you...but I want to Ann <-> Akira: You're my favorite (except Ren) Akechi <-> Akira: "Please ask me to kill for you" Akechi <-> Doe: Dead girls club Akechi -> RJ: He's a fucking liability RJ -> Akechi: Control freak RJ -> Ryuji: I need to flirt with him IMMEDIATELY Ryuji -> RJ: Stop making it weird, dude Akechi -> Ryuji: STOP DOING THINGS I FIND ATTRACTIVE Ryuji -> Akechi: I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me Akechi <-> Haru: Accompalices Haru -> Ann: Debilitating crush Ann -> Haru: Debilitating envy Vera <-> Ryuji <-> Haru: OPTIMAL LOVE TRIANGLE
April 10, 2025 at 5:14 AM
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Lost the 50/50 on Arle, lost the 50/50 on Furina. Cut BOTH banners close as fuck. Finally, FINALLY managed to get both of them (relatively) F2P. No signature weapons until their NEXT rerun, I fear
A screenshot from the game Genshin Impact. The player has pulled Furina de Fontaine on her banner A screenshot of the party screen of Genshin Impact. The player has Arlecchino, Furina and Lynette in their party. The fourth character is cut off
March 25, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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I think this is a pretty good explanation for why the next chapter of Safe Harbor is taking such a long time to finish.

Good news is I finally first-drafted it, and I think all of you other #Arlefuri fans are going to be EXTREMELY pleased.
A screenshot of a Google Docs "word count" page. The document has 50 pages and 11'745 words.
March 14, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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1 Excerpt Sometimes From Each Chapter of Deja Vu

Chapter 37: A Scar Is...
archiveofourown.org/works/208268...

#Persona5 #P5 #GoroAkechi #RenAmamiya
Screenshot of the following text: "You," the boy in the broken black mask said, "fucking idiot." He swept his arms out to either side, and was momentarily drowned out by thunderous crash of a falling star obliterating a building behind him. "Your friends are putting their lives on the line to buy you time, and you have the fucking audacity to show up now!?" "I can't let you all just die alone!" he snapped back. The boy grit his teeth and jabbed a finger at the Trickster's chest. "You were the one who told us it was hopeless in the first place! And now you show up to, what, extend our lives for another few minutes?" "Hopeless or not," he replied, "I'm the leader of the Phantom Thieves. If they're fighting, I should–" The boy in the broken black mask slapped him. The Trickster couldn't say a word. He just lifted a hand to his stinging cheek, staring at the boy. "Wake up!" he snarled. "The world is dying, and you've already made the call. Over and over, you told us..." He trailed off, rolling his one good eye, and then whirling to plant a bullet directly in the forehead of an advancing Shadow. It crumpled, and he turned back to the Trickster. "You said you would rather preserve hope for another world than struggle to save this one. And yet you show up here, trying to win both battles at once?" "I can't," the Trickster said, and he could hear his own pathetic voice in his ears, "I can't just stand by and do nothing while you die." The boy with the broken mask stared at him. Emotionless. And then he reached out a boot, drawing a line between them in the ash on the ground. He pointed his pistol at the Trickster and cocked the hammer. "Cross this line then," he said. "And I'll kill you myself."
February 27, 2025 at 9:38 PM
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(2/2)
Screenshot of the following text: “How do they manage that?” I ask, innocently. “Hm,” the boy says, scrunching up his brow. He’s trying to remember. There’s something there. I caught him off guard, and he doesn’t know, not intuitively. He’s heard this secondhand somewhere. Is this little shit parroting articles at me or something? “Depends on the Em. Cheaper ones just pulse information into your head until your brain forgets you were asleep. Better models might give you an extremely mild sedative.” Another shrug. “Not really important. Point is, none of them mess with neural pathways directly. Wetware shouldn’t be able to interface like that.” “And you can?” I offer. Screenshot of the following text: Another smirk. “Me and mine, yeah.” Ah yes, the little entourage of teenage vigilantes Reyes mentioned. As for how a bunch of children managed this... It would be so easy to pin this on a rogue script-kiddy getting unfathomably lucky on a military backend, or a whistleblower’s kid stumbling on something they weren't supposed to see, or a completely mundane case of theft. I’m not lucky enough to mistake this for something it’s not. I know the answer before the question leaves my lips. [In orange text] “How’d a kid like you solve a problem like that?” This time, the boy’s smirk comes off as a grimace. “I didn’t, not on my own. I just helped apply it. Ems can’t Dreamjack because they’re still bound by the Tenants. My friend who wrote the code...she’s not limited to those.” Screenshot of the following text: There we go. The other shoe drops at last. And the AI he’s using as a code-monkey is supposed to be one of his friends? The kid’s vigilante shtick might make himself feel like a bleeding heart, but I don’t have a lot of sympathy for any killer that careless. [In red text] Could be a liability if I did. Serra leans her shoulder into me with what she must have intended to be subtlety and tact, a silent ‘ask him more, Adonai!’ It might have the desired effect (or at least come off as cute) if she were a human teenager. But with that heavy-duty alloy frame of hers, it feels a bit like getting nuzzled by an 18-wheeler. Besides which, now isn’t the right time. The boy’s still giving me that shit-eating smile, like he wants me to be impressed or afraid or something else I don’t feel much like being. I’d have better luck trying to get the truth out of a particularly aggrandizing-prone fortune cookie.
February 27, 2025 at 9:33 PM
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I did a proof-of-concept for an Of The Devil fanfic. Not sure if I'll actually write a full thing, but 7 pages already ain't bad. (1/2)
Screenshot of the following text: The boy stares me down through the messy black hair hanging in front of his eyes. “How much do you know about Dreamjacking?” ...interesting. Or outright moronic. Maybe both. I delay my response, rubbing my chin, humming at a thought I’m not thinking. Serra, as she’s apt to do, takes my silence as an invitation. “If you’re talking about REM-Editing, it’s a dead-end field of study,” she says, as confident as ever. Atta girl. “No one’s been able to actually change a patient’s dreams with any degree of reliability, not without risking a lobotomy.” The boy nods, seemingly satisfied. “That was my understanding too, for a while.” Ah, and the line is cast. Time to nibble. Screenshot of the following text: I raise my hand with a cheery smile. “I don’t suppose you’d mind filling the laywoman in, then? I don’t have much of an understanding to start with.” “Sure,” the boy says, stretching in his seat - as much as the handcuffs will allow him. “You know about Morpheus Mods?” “Sure I do,” I nod. “They keep you from dreaming, right?” Morpheus Mods, or ‘Ems,’ are one of the few brain chips that still manage to remain consumer-grade without getting litigated into the dirt. Helps that there’s always a wash of unlucky sods who “see too much” after every new headline. Like clockwork, Morpheus plasters their name across every billboard they can manage. Half the time, I end up seeing their ad before I find out what actually went wrong. Screenshot of the following words: The boy shakes his head. “They don’t stop you from dreaming; they can’t, not without causing a nervous breakdown, or something that looks like it.” ...now that’s a very interesting choice of words. That CFO yesterday definitely looked like he had a nervous breakdown, up until he dropped dead on my carpet. Serra frowns with her whole face - even puffing out her cheeks the way she does. “That’s not what the advertisements say,” she grumbles. “It’s not really false advertising if it’s an open secret,” the boy says with a shrug. “The human body needs to dream in order to sort and process information. Which memories are important, the decisions you couldn’t make when you were awake, that sort of stuff.” Screenshot of the following text: He makes an idle gesture with one hand, rattling the cuffs. “If you wake up naturally, your brain closes that loop on its own, you won’t usually remember anything. But if you get woken up by an alarm, or something in your dream freaks you out enough to wake you up...” A hollow sort of smirk. “Your conscious mind can follow that pathway back, while it’s still fresh.” Serra’s eyes are sparkling, this must be fascinating for her, but I’m starting to get listless. None of this is getting me any closer to figuring out why a seemingly healthy man went abruptly comatose in my living room. “If Ems don’t stop you from dreaming,” I say, hoping to hurry this along. “Then what are they supposed to do?” “They close the loop,” he says, with a little show-off smirk. Oh, I’d like this kid a lot more if it wasn’t me he was being smug towards.
February 27, 2025 at 9:33 PM
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Argenti doesn't apply to the whole system, but he does absolutely align with my particular temperament.
A series of labeled stickers from the game Honaki Star Rail depicting my answers to the following questions: (A character that...) Made you play the game: March 7th You main: Feixiao You love: Firefly You dislike: Jade You want but don't have: Robin You share an eye color with: Huohuo You share hair color with: Gallagher Has the same personality as you: Argenti You are saving for: Robin Has your favorite design: March 7th bonus! your favorite path: Nihility bonus! your favorite element: Fire
February 14, 2025 at 2:06 AM
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After two weeks of daily play grinding Primogens for TWO pities, we FINALLY Papa-Pulled the Knave F2P. We don't even have enough left over to reasonably pull his spear. Might still try for it
Screenshot of the character Arlecchino from the game Genshin Impact.
February 10, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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#arlefuri fic chapter 2 is first-drafted! Been a heck of a few months, it feels real good to be able to write again
Screenshot of the following text: begun. Do you three swear yourselves to the utmost secrecy and subtlety?” A chorus of nods. “Then we have no time to lose! Until we return to Fontaine, we must be diligent and vigilant to avoid being taken by surprise–” A loud knock on the door made Furina jump in place, letting out a very unseemly yelp. “Miss Furina!? Are you alright?” The door opened, and Furina whirled towards it, barely able to catch sight of Arlecchino before a jet of water slapped him directly in the face. No one moved for a long few seconds. Arlecchino blinked from his spot in the doorway, holding a towel, both she and it completely drenched. Furina had both hands clapped over her mouth to keep from bursting into laughter. Surintendante Chevalmarin puffed out a self-satisfied little burst of bubbles.
January 31, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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Well. I stayed up until sunrise writing. But it's damn good writing so I dont look or feel stupid lol
Screenshot of Google Doc's Word Count feature. Pages: 12 (selected) of 28 (total) Words: 2755 (selected) of 6569 (total)
January 30, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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1 Excerpt Semi-Daily From Each Chapter of Deja Vu

Chapter 36: Justice, Witch, and the Keeper of Gluttony
archiveofourown.org/works/208268...

#Persona5 #P5 #Persona4 #P4 #RenAmamiya #NaotoShirogane
Screenshot of the following text: "Let's just say in a lot of ways, looking at your file was like looking in a mirror." Naoto fiddled with one of the buttons on his left sleeve. Then, he unbuttoned it, and slowly pulled the sleeve up, moving his arm closer to Ren, palm up. It took a long few seconds for the sight to sink in, but when it did, Ren found himself without breath or speech. A criss-cross pattern of faint scars, raised skin across Naoto's arm, some redder and others paler. "Your file is a cruel depiction of you," Naoto continued, pulling down his sleeve and buttoning it again, "and I regret reading it in the first place. I wanted to apologize for that invasion of privacy, if nothing else. And to assure you that I did not share any of your personal details with another soul, nor do I ever plan to." Ren had no idea how to respond. It was all a little too much. He picked up his cup, and put it back down without drinking. He ran a hand through his hair. "So you know about...uh..." He gestured vaguely to his left hand. Naoto nodded silently. "And the whole..." Ren paused. How exactly was he supposed to imply gender here? "I'm aware that you are trans," Naoto replied. He glanced at Ren for a moment, cracking the slightest of smiles. "In case you haven't caught on, I'm in quite the same boat." The same boat. First the scars, and he was...was he trans too? Was that what he was implying? It seemed like that. But in lieu of confidence, Ren simply pointed towards Naoto. "Trans?" he asked. Naoto nodded. "Trans," he confirmed.
January 25, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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1 Excerpt Semi-Daily From Each Chapter of Deja Vu

Chapter 35: Playbook
archiveofourown.org/works/208268...

#Persona5 #RenAmamiya #GoroAkechi
Screenshot of the following text: Akechi hummed a little note of contemplation. "I believe last time we met," he said, "you mentioned that you're staying with a family friend who is adept at making coffee. It wouldn't happen to be Mister Sakura here, would it?" Ren stared at Akechi. What game was he playing here? "You've got me, detective," he replied, deadpan. "I would have gotten away with it too, if you weren't so damn clever and good at your job." Akechi burst into what semed like genuine laughter. False praise did the trick? Or did was his ego actually as overblown as he kept acting it was? "It seems serendipity has truly dealt you a miserable hand, hasn't it?" "A miserable hand?" Ren raised an eyebrow. "What, cause I'm living with a great barista, or because I keep running into you?" He could hear a little sound from Sojiro's general direction that might have been a laugh, but whatever it was it sounded happy. That steady TV smile twitched. "Simply that I keep finding oppotunities to read you like an open book," Akechi said, with a sickly sweetness. Ren flipped him the bird without breaking eye contact. "Read this." "Hey now," Sojiro grumbled, walking back over to the counter, rubbing the back of his neck. "You kids wanna bicker, take it outside. I won't have you getting scaring off potential customers."
January 19, 2025 at 11:39 AM
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1 Excerpt Semi-Daily From Each Chapter of Deja Vu

Chapter 34: Priestess Rising
archiveofourown.org/works/208268...

#Persona5 #P5 #RenAmamiya #MakotoNiijima
Screenshot of the following text: "My 'assets' aren't for men like you," Makoto said. "I didn't get to where I was by sucking up, I burned my own heart out just to be good enough, and I'm sick and fucking tired of being treated like a fucking puppet!!" She pulled back one fist, and swung. Shadow Kaneshiro ducked, scrambling off the couch and out of the way, and Makoto's fist collided with the couch, and went through the couch, and impacted the fountain with thunderous force. Water exploded in every direction, spreading across the cracked floor from the now decimated fountain. "What the hell?!" Skull's voice, faintly from beside him. "What kind of workouts has she been doing?" Ren felt himself speak, even as his empty mind could do nothing more than watch as Makoto rose again, blood dripping from her fist. "It's not just strength. She's finally waking up." And as if on cue, a voice echoing in the hollow hall. So, you've decided to tread the path of strife. "Yes," Makoto said. She turned back around, glaring at the cowering Kaneshiro. "I'm done waiting. Now, come to me!" Very well. Let us proceed with our contract at once. Makoto's eyes widened. Ren knew that pain, that awful furious sound now echoing through her head. He knew what it felt like for one's heart to wrench itself out of them by force. But Makoto did not cry out. She didn't say a single word. Teeth grit, eyes locked on Kaneshiro, nails digging into her palms. Screenshot of the following text: Kaneshiro, nails digging into her palms. I am thou, thou art I. You have fought so long and so hard to reach this pinnacle, but yet you have surrendered your life without so much as a struggle. That roar was no longer distant. It was present, and deafening, and it shook the very air around them. Ren clapped his hands over his ears, wincing as his very teeth shuddered in his skull, but he wouldn't dare look away. Why rely on the roads blazed by others, now? Why, when you have dreamed to forge your own path all your life? You cannot bow your head to them now, not when there is still strength left in you. If they wish to take this freedom from you– "They'll have to tear it from my chest!" Makoto finished. "I'm done...playing nice!" Had that mask always been there? It fit her features so well, those red-glass visors over her eyes, set in a simply steel mask. Makoto reached up, and grabbed hold of it. And she tore it from her face with a triumphant scream.
January 13, 2025 at 11:18 AM
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1 Excerpt Semi-Daily From Each Chapter of Deja Vu

Chapter 33: Fortune and Devil
archiveofourown.org/works/208268...

#Persona5 #P5 #RenAmamiya #ChihayaMifune
Screenshot of the following text: she continued. "Have they caused you harm?" Another card, in an almost shaking hand. The Ace of Pentacles, upside-down. "They have taken something from you. Something important?" Another card. The Six of Swords, upside-down. "They have taken...memories?" She screwed up her face. "That doesn't seem right, how..." She trailed off, blinking. Memories. Someone who wishes control, has offered gifts, and has taken Ren's memories. He almost couldn't breathe. "Please, continue," he said, his voice oddly steady in his own ears, despite his rabbit heart threatening to drown it out. Chihaya was silent for a moment. "What have they taken from you?" she asked. A card, plucked, flipped, placed. The Fool. And her eyes widened. "They have taken your innocence? Your freedom, your power to choose. They've..." She swallowed hard, and stared down at the cards. "Who are they?" she asked, finally. And she pulled a card from the deck. Chihaya didn't even place it, simply turned it over. The Three of Swords. "A grieving–" Chihaya was abruptly cut off by an odd popping sound, the woman starting in place. She glanced down at the table, and Ren followed her gaze, just in time to see the Fool card she'd placed just seconds before burst into flames. He leapt out of his chair, Chihaya similarly recoiling, and both watched the card crackle and burn in an inexplicable fire. It only took a moment before the cardboard was turned into ash, and the flame faded into nothing, not even lighting the tablecloth. "What the fuck," Ren said, as soon as he could find the words to say anything at all. Chiyhaha [sic] looked at the Three of Swords she was still holding, and then to the table, and then to Ren. "Stay safe," she said. "Please. Stay very, very safe."
January 11, 2025 at 12:03 PM
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1 Excerpt Semi-Daily From Each Chapter of Deja Vu

Chapter 32: Chasing Leads and Dreams
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#Persona5 #P5 #RenAmamiya #Oxymoron
Screenshot of the following text: Her smile faded. "Not once." Oxymoron sighed, and leaned back a little. "The Thieves have successfully taken the heart of Japan many times before, more than I can count. But you are never able to hold onto that heart. You have fought and won, but it has never been enough." He'd hoped otherwise, but it wouldn't make much sense if that was the case. "Then, would you tell me what exactly it is you wish for us to do?" Oxymoron nodded, and opened her mouth. Then she closed it again. Tilted her head, stared into the Trickster's eyes with her own pale yellow ones. "One moment," she said, and she leaned over the table towards him. The Trickster started, making to pull away. "What are–" Oxymoron reached out, balancing herself with her other hand, and pressed her finger against the bridge of the Trickster's nose. He stopped moving. Stopped breathing, probably. "This is not for your eyes," the Witch said. It was an odd tone to her voice, almost like she wasn't speaking to the Trickster, more like she was speaking through him. To something within or beyond. "Not yet, little Fool. Focus more on your own tasks. You'll return here in your own pace. It's unwise to linger in your own grave plot." Before the Trickster could say a word, she flicked him between the eyes. "Wake up." And Ren woke up.
January 5, 2025 at 1:46 PM