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biblically accurate arlecchino !!! 🥀

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Mitsuru...

Reference:

Reference from kdrama Queen of Tears

(I think their personalities are pretty similar)

(And Haein's family name - Hong, means red - the color of Mitsuru's hair 😩👌)

(And her husband's family name is Baek (Hyunwoo), which means white- oh and he was a boxing champion, is an idiot in love and works under her-

So you see, as an AkiMitsu shipper I can't pass this up, can I? xDDD)

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Before - Path to Nowhere - Ninety-Nine

Have my 3am PTN brainrot after rereading what little Ninety-Nine fanfiction there is. Small introspective drabble. Enjoy.

Boiling hot and bloodstained. This had been her life as long as she could remember. 

Periods of cold, clammy darkness, laying on the hard floor of a cramped room, only interrupted when the reinforced steel door would open and either food or armed men would step over the threshold, guns unlocked and aiming for her head.

To ensure she would behave.

Periods of sterile, eye-hurting whiteness, strapped to a bloodsoaked chair as white-coated men filled her body up with tranquilizers; these moments a stark contrast to the sensory nothingness of the dark confinement she spent most of her time in. 

She would hurt, she would burn and she would scream. Until she was tossed into her room like a broken tool.

She had accepted this life; she knew nothing else.

She could not even remember a ‘before’. 

A time before countless needles were plunged into her. Before the white-coated men modified her body and induced mania. Before her blood boiled and her body writhed and transformed. Before her arms became those of a monster.

“Experiment ninety-nine is a success.” they had said, hauling her still burning body back to the cells. However, that day she didn’t pay much attention to the bubbling hot mania cursing inside of her. Neither did she feel the impact of the wall against the side of her face when the guards dumped her into her room. 

Her mind was filled with only one thing; one single word she repeated again and again.

Ninety-Nine. 

Ninety-Nine.

Ninety-Nine.

After all those years, she finally had a name. 

She became the monster called Ninety-Nine.

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6/8

Guess which full moon mission is my favorite ;D

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I think they should all kiss 👉👈

Pls excuse me I think I'm in my villain arc 🫶

(my first OT3 ever pls be gentle 🤣)

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Childe: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Zhongli: I sleep with a knife. Ningguang: Both of you are pathetic. Childe: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? Ningguang: Beidou.

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Headcanon: Ningguang is the responsible parent while Beidou is the less responsible one like giving Kazuha a knife or accidentally leaving Kazuha in the park.

Ningguang: "Kazuha let me see what you have?"

Kazuha, shows her the knife that Beidou gave him: "A Knife!"

Ningguang: "NO!"

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My Captain, I know Eula might act a bit conservative, but I promise she won't be weird about it if you say "wife".

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I'll die on this ship 🤟

I might have seen some tweets about them that I shouldn't have and started this piece out of spite😅 (yes they may not be your self-insert/player ships or popular wlw/mlm ships but let us minority have fun for once 💀) (anyway sorry for the sudden negativity I'll shut up now 🤟)

Reference is this scene from the K-drama Queen of Tears

(I do think Hae In has a lot of similarities to Mitsuru ahaha)

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Ah, I found it. this is the inspo for my fic

5/23 Tartarus Dialogues

Notes: This convo only happens if you wait for Akihiko's recovery before fighting the first guardian shadows in 2nd Tartarus block (May 23rd onward) ;D

(Akimitsu sick fic canon y'all)

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And The Sun Will Rise

(Read from RIGHT to LEFT)

This is actually the first time I draw P3 Akihiko and Mitsuru as a couple lol😂

They're dating here but they're still very new at it🤭 (iirc the P3WM had a similar scene- minus the dating- where they promised to each other to survive the final fight and this is a reference to it)

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Of rice and socks

Akihiko turns towards his punching bag like a moth towards the light. It has been a whole week after all. And despite the potential freezing punishment from Ice-Queen, he resumes his training. With dire consequences, for his health and for the inhabitants of the dorm. Sickfic/Comfort/Crack and everything in between

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Verses to heal your soul

Lantern Rite is always the busiest time of the year for Ningguang. But with Beidou’s birthday around the corner she’s even busier than usual. Excuses, secrets and white lies path the Tianquan’s way until the day of Beidou’s big celebration on the Alcor. Let’s say Beidou is a tiny, little bit suspicious when she’s not too thick to connect the dots.

Something, something for Beidou's birthday :D

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some p3 senpai trio brainrots...

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Nineteen

A HC of mine about AkiMitsu and their story from after P3 The Answer to P4A. (Minor P4A spoiler, minor blood/injury)

Read from right to left

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Tiny little string of words based on artsquirrelb's art. Had me on a chokehold so much I wrote my first Persona one. I hope you like it OvO

Mitsuru presents him a single pokki during lunch break the way he had seen her giving a presentation in class: straightforward and effective.

“Here, this is for you.” 

Akihiko stares at the stick in front of him for a few seconds, before his mind tells him it would be impolite not to accept it. He tries to avoid touching the chocolate coated part and Mitsuru's fingers as he takes it from her.

“Uhm…thanks.” is all he says, before they stand there in the hallway in awkward silence.

MItsuru nods and brushes a strand of hair out of her face, but apparently she has no idea what to do next. And Akihiko doesn’t fare any better either. 

Is there something he is supposed to say? Or do? He had seen the boys giving pokki to the girls in class today, but hadn’t given it much thought. Some of the girls had literally squealed after receiving one. 

Akihiko takes a good look at Mitsuru and can’t imagine her to ever act like this. 

“I was told you’re supposed to eat it…” Mitsuru says, frowning and studying the pokki as if it held all the answers in the world, “...but I lack the understanding why today would be different than on any other day?”

Akihiko brushes a finger over his bandaged nose and chuckles, partially surprised that for once the all knowing MItsuru does not have a clue herself and also because he has to admit he is totally lost too.

“Honestly, I have no idea.” he says, smiling at her. He takes a bite from the pokki and tastes the dark chocolate, his favorite if he ever eats some. He must have looked pleased, for MItsuru's face lits up a fraction, before she excuses herself and heads to the library. 

Both of them are oblivious to the incredulous looks of their classmates and the hushed whispers in class afterwards.

************

Three years later they find themselves in the same hallway again. Though this time, no one's around to act as a witness.

“Only if you want to.” Akihiko is looking at her with sincerity, giving her a chance to back out of it. A pokki hovers between their faces, slightly swaying with how shaky his hand is.

Mitsuru swallows nervously and hopes he doesn’t notice it. Her next words come out a pitch higher than she intends to. “I do.” she breathes out and takes half a step forward to emphasize her words.

Akihiko stiffens visibly at her proximity, but soon regains his wits and places the stick between his lips. He leans slightly down - he has grown half a head taller than Mitsuru - and offers her the chocolate coated part.

Mitsuru takes a deep breath and leans in, guiding the pokki to her mouth with her hand, and  takes a tentative bite. 

She becomes acutely aware how close Akihiko is. She can feel the warmth radiating from his body, can hear him breathing quickly through his nose and somehow feels relieved that he is apparently as nervous about this as she is.

They take another bite and their heads (mouths!) move closer. Mitsuru can not recall the taste of it for it is the last thing she can focus on right now. She bites and chews and swallows as if on autopilot, the feeling of Akihiko’s hot breath fanning over her face the only sensation on her mind.

They angle their heads; their noses are nearly touching now. Another bite and then…

The pokki snaps.

MItsuru freezes on the spot, not daring to move closer or even back away. She doesn’t dare to open her eyes to spare herself the embarrassment, until she feels soft lips pecking her cheek. The warmth surrounding her is replaced with the chilly air of the hallway.

Akihiko’s face is a deep shade of red and he’s nearly crushing the pokki package between his gloved hands. His eyes flit around the hall as he’s trying not to look at her as if he is expecting an execution. 

Had anyone else dared to make such a move, Mitsuru would’ve turned the entire building into a frosty landscape. But with Akihiko….Her only reaction is to touch her cheek and stare at him wide-eyed.

After another minute of uncomfortable silence Mitsuru chuckles nervously and regains her voice.

“At least this time we knew how to play the pokki game.” And after feeling her cheeks heat up and probably matching the color of her hair: “Maybe, we can try again?”

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“Do you remember your promise?” 

Akihiko fishes the pokki package out of his uniform’s pocket and holds it in front of Mitsuru. The flavor is dark chocolate, still the same throughout the years since they started the game. 

“Please don’t remind me. I suppose my mind was somehow incapable of grasping the consequences that day.”

“Couldn’t have been my doing. You were the one clutching my suit jacket and forcing yourself onto me.” He chuckles, proud of himself, and opens the packaging.

Mitsuru sighs and leans on his shoulder. “Maybe, but you were the one who came up with it. And you proposed we should take things to your room.” She pokes his ribcage for good measure, but her hand soon smoothes over his chest.

“Maybe. I don’t regret it. One of the best decisions in my life.” Akihiko pulls a single stick out and holds it between his fingers like a cigarette. “

“Me neither.” Mitsuru eyes the stick with disdain. “At least the part not involving food.” Why had she agreed on playing this stupid game every single year? She blames her lovesick brain and detangles herself from Akihiko to face her fate.

“What’s that look for? You don’t like them anymore?” 

His hands smooth over her waist as he draws her closer and instinctively Mitsuru puts her own on his chest to feel his heartbeat. Strong and steady, not the wild pitter-patter she felt all those years ago. They stare at each other for a second, the pokki between them, dangling from the corner of Akihiko’s mouth.

"That's not it." Mitsuru plucks the stick from his mouth which earns her an annoyed grumble which reverberates in Akihiko’s chest. A hand on his neck pulls him even closer until their noses are touching.

“There are things I like better.”

They fall onto the couch kissing passionately at the same time the pokki slips out of Mitsuru’s grasp. She couldn’t care less at the moment, her hand busy opening the buttons of Akihiko’s uniform.