#the only way i see the 'futaba and goro are half siblings' headcanon used

[starryoak]

Making memes out of my headcanons, part 3, swinging bats at hornets nests edition!

[flightofgoro]

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this blog will be my personal (+ headcanon-centric, canon-divergent) interpretation of akechi goro. any and all art on this blog is mine or official persona art.

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OO1.　any type of NSFW is not allowed. admin and muse are both minors! admin is 16 while muse is 17!! please understand that i will not interact with you if your whole blog is strictly only NSFW or R18 content. if you insist on interacting, i will block you. thank you.

OO2.　unfortunately, i may have to add this rule — flirting with the admin is strictly off limits. again, i am a minor and i am taken. thank you. i say “i love you” && affectionate (/platonic) to everyone, please don't take that the wrong way - in addition to this, if you are uncomfortable with me saying this, feel free to let me know! i prioritize your comfort!

OO3.　if you're 18-25, feel free to interact! just, of course, don't be a freakazoid.

OO4.　please don't use or repost the art that i make for goro. this interpretation of him is very personal to me and it makes me uncomfortable seeing anyone use it as pfps!

OO5.　blood && violence is okay to an extent. i'll always let you know when it's too much.

OO6.　do not pressure me to respond to rps!! i have a busy life. D:

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MORE INFO !!

OO1.　my goro is agender aroace-spec (they/he)! goro doesn't really mind any gender, but they can't think of a label to call himself, so he just says aroace-spec. my goro also has autism, C-PTSD, NPD, BPD, and DID. they're hard of hearing and has a service dog named bibi! i also hc goro to be japanese-puerto rican-filipino mixed. ^^ you can interpret any interaction as anything, though, i won't force anything onto you!

OO2.　other akechis are free to interact with me!! :D i'd like to see other interpretations! ♡

OO3.　going on about pairings - i do have preferences for ships such as the royal trio polycule (and any versions of it such as sumiake, shuake or sumishuake), ryugoro, anngoro (preferably /qp, but /r is fine), but i don't mind pairing goro with anyone else as long as it's legal and it has chemistry. :] the only character i will not ship with goro is futaba as i personally see them as half siblings - please understand!

OO4.　if you're a persona roleplay blog, you're totally okay to send a starter in dms or tag me! :D the same goes for dropping a roleplay if you believe it's not going anywhere!! ^^

　OO5.　i don't have a main blog :( HOWEVER, i do have a twt :] you may ask for the twt if you'd like ..

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[twilightknight17]

Forgetting to buy more SP patches before taking on the final boss was probably a mistake.

Forgetting to sell the items I can’t take into NG+ for cash that I can take into NG+ was probably a mistake.

Forgetting to get Arsene out of Lockdown so that I can record his awesome new stats for NG+ was probably a mistake.

In my defense, I was really excited. I wonder if the game will let me make a side trip while I’m out...buying flowers. Because that is what it has come to.

Buying flowers.

Shinya is a terrible brat and wasn’t in Akihabara at ALL until the day before the deadline. Thanks, Shinya. There goes my max confidants. Blugh. At least I got some other things done. Got the award for the maid cafe, so I don’t have to go back except once to open the Twins field trip. I still suck at batting even with third eye. But I am a champ at fishing, it only took me like five trips to the fishing pond to catch the Guardian! I could have done it in less if I’d figured out how to manage my bait properly sooner.

Smile, Akira, we’re awesome! ...still not even halfway to enough fish points for the award, though. :/

I am also awesome at the crane game in Akihabara, and by that I mean I am persistent and have enough yen that it doesn’t matter how many tries it takes.

Ryuji truly knows the way to my heart. <3 I missed two episodes of Featherman; one I forgot to check the TV, and the other I was laughing so hard at the title that I forgot to write it down. But I know where they are, so it’s something else for NG+. ^_^

So I romanced Sumire, and I’m...slightly off-put. Only slightly. Not because of her, but once again, because of the writing. Sumire is cute, but the game is singling her out as “special” again.

She is the only one who confesses to you, and you explicitly have the option to turn her down, rather than the implications of a confession that you can shoot down indirectly (Haru’s, Makoto’s, Futaba’s), or the absolute fucking galaxy-brain leap of logic that is Ann’s dialogue choices. X’D

If you ignore that, though, they’re stupidly cute. Akira’s a little shit, as usual. Sumire asks you to “look at her”, based on her whole confidant thing of realizing that having someone you care about watching you makes you want to do better.

And so Akira looks.

And looks closer.

Dorks. XDDD

They’re sweet. Not my favorite romance route; that still goes to Haru. I think in the end I still prefer Akira adding another member to his army of younger siblings. He’s gotta be better than Yu. XDDD

So I got Kasumi’s rank 10 and literally the next day was February 2nd, and I spent the afternoon getting her third-tier persona. So I didn’t even get to see...Vanadis? in battle. Vanadis matches a little too well to Arsene for my tastes, and Ella is pretty, but I’m not sure how I feel about it looking kind of bride-ish when Maruki’s running around in a wedding tux.

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Anyway...what do we do the night before the meeting that will decide everything?

We make curry and we pretend everything isn’t about to go to hell.

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So, Maruki. Let’s chat.

Does no one die in your world? Or move away? What if someone’s dream is to move abroad, and someone else’s dream is for that person to stay with them forever? If what we saw in your Palace is any indication, both of them would be tortured into accepting new dreams where they wouldn’t hurt each other. Dreams that you deemed acceptable. And that’s why you’re wrong.

So you’re giving up your happiness to make sure everyone else is happy? Why can’t you just use your powers to make her remember you, without the trauma? Are you not all-powerful?

Or are you running away from the person that reminds you how helpless you used to be? You’re not moving on, you’re dwelling, and using it as an excuse to be terrible. For all of your kindness, you know Akira is a threat. And benevolent or not, you’re being manipulative. You’re using Goro against him. You’re hoping that he makes the decision you didn’t, and chooses the person he cares about over the reality he wants.

Every time he says something like this, I feel exactly the way he says he didn’t want me to. Newsflash, asshole, that’s exactly what it seems like. If we break your reality, you’re heavily implying he won’t be here afterwards. And you’re gambling that it will be too much pain for Akira to bear, because you know how important they are to each other.

Goro, meanwhile, is both perfectly determined and perfectly stupid.

“Don’t tell me you think dangling my life before us is going to have any impact on our decision.”

Goro. Honey. Do you really think he cares so little that he wouldn’t hesitate for just a moment?

Akira practically throws the calling card at Maruki before he leaves, which I think sums up his feelings pretty well.

I appreciate that Morgana understands that this is something between them.

Goro doesn’t want to be controlled or manipulated ever again. Which... I get it. He’s never had a chance to have full control of his own life. But that doesn’t mean Akira isn’t going to be upset by the idea of him dying. Again.

Two out of three dialogue options are basically “hang on one fucking second,  your life matters to me.”

“Don’t oversimplify this.”

“Oh, but it IS simple. Do you think I’d be happy with this? Being shown mercy now of all times? I don’t want to be pitied-- this isn’t something I’m debating with you! Your indecisiveness is essentially a betrayal of my wishes.”

It’s not pity, you stubborn, idiot boy. ...and I hate that you see it as a betrayal.

Maruki is...very confident. And very kind. And part of the reason he upsets me is because he isn’t wrong, in many cases. But he uses that to justify imposing his will on everyone.

And being kind doesn’t mean that you are free from sin. You can be kind and still be manipulative. And selfish. In the end, that’s what separates him and Akira. Akira, despite all of his hesitation, refuses to be selfish. Even when he has every right to be. He will not hurt someone else to prevent himself from being hurt.

He will not hurt Goro by refusing to fight Maruki, even if it will rip his own heart to pieces.

Oh, I like you. At first glance, the silhouette was very similar to one of Mordred’s original pieces of concept art, though, and I was ready to Yell before I looked closer. XD

And so, at 11:30pm, having completely forgotten the several things I needed to have done before the meeting with Maruki, we head in to steal the Treasure.

This man needs to stop. How dare he know how much I love Cool Stairs?

I find it very concerning that the core of Eden is a writhing mess of tentacles. The metaphorical worm in the apple? X’D We were so close to getting Nyarlathotep, but Azathoth is suitably intimidating. And I appreciate that he’s using the same concepts as the Thieves: his will to rebel against what he sees as an unfair reality, and removing his mask to summon his distorted persona. Thanks for validating all of my headcanon meta about Adachi and Palaces all in one go.

But...

I can’t do this. What the fuck are you wearing?

At least Azathoth is cool.

Somehow I managed to bring exactly the right team to get consistent four-person baton passes for the whole first round. That one was about half an hour.

...the second round was an hour and fifteen minutes because holy shit this thing was a tank and had entirely too many arms and really needed to stop healing.

The torch is very pretty, at least.

And then before we can completely book it out of there, he steals the torch back and literally forces his second awakening so he can keep going. And at that point...what is he even hoping to accomplish? What is he going to do? Are you really willing to kill us to maintain this illusion?

The answer is apparently yes because it was a surprisingly poetic battle as each teammate in turn got a chance to fling themselves in the way and stop it from crushing Joker to death with it’s big giant hand.

And THEN he goes even further and validates some canon meta and me all at once by fusing with his own persona in a continuing last-ditch effort to... I really think he’s trying to kill us. I think he’s that far gone. Or at least his persona is. Because after the fusion, it’s specifically called “Adam Kadmon”, not Maruki. The persona is in control. It’s canon that if you try to summon something stronger than you, it can overtake and possess you. I know Maruki seemed to willingly give up control, but it’s also possible that forcing his second awakening like that left him with a persona that was entirely too strong for him.

(Nevermind that him being that strong in the first place is kind of ridiculous. That’s a discussion for after the final credits. I’m just hyped that someone fusing with their persona was a thing that actually happened!)

He’s so big. Where’s Satanael so I can fuse with him and we can have a megazord fight in Collapsing Ideal Tokyo? XD

The kids up the Holy Shit Quotient by a mile by catching the giant fist all together so that Joker can deal the final blow.

And what a final blow it is.

I really like this, because I don’t know if it was deliberate, but I read it as a callback to Daybreakers. Which came out before the game, iirc, so the first real piece of content. It’s just on a bigger, grander scale.

Everything comes full-circle in the end.

I really like the Mona helicopter. XD I just wish it was a little bigger, because poor Goro squished into the bottom. And poor Akira not managing to make it into the helicopter.

And this asshole WILL NOT STAY DOWN.

What is the point of punching it out on top of the collapsing Palace? Are you trying to kill us both? Do you just want to keep going until neither of us can stand? Dude.

And of course Akira won’t let him die. I think the upsetting thing about this, though, is really that you don’t get the chance to say a proper goodbye to Goro. Or anyone, really, but mostly Goro. The Palace crumbles, Akira wakes up in jail, the Thieves wake up the next morning after fighting all night, and Goro is...gone.

At least the Thieves seem properly sad this time. Even if it’s only for one scene.

Lavenza calls it “ironic” that “your wish for other’s happiness prevailed over your own.” I just call it unfair. Once again, hasn’t he done enough? At least he was only technically in jail for nine days from his perspective, but that must have been a whiplash of an adjustment.

Out of jail, Sojiro acknowledges he was Terrible at the beginning of the year, it’s 2:30am, time to do Valentines and then go to bed before the final walkaround.

And then Valentines passes. I spent it with Sumire. They’re cute.

And then it was February 15th and all the rest of the girls gave me chocolate?? It was just a constant ambush of being given chocolate all day?

And then it was March 3rd, and the Thieves are all splitting up and moving away? Are we sure this isn’t Scramble’s timeline? I get it, narratively, they’re taking the opportunities to move forward that Maruki’s reality would have denied them, but it still hurts.

And then it was March 13th and I still can’t save and now it’s 3am and apparently we get to play out White Day and Sojiro is giving me advice for the perfect date because captain idiot here forgot to plan anything and what heckin’ restaurant is getting this flustered that just mentioning Sojiro’s name is enough to get a table when they’re fully booked and---

Now it’s the 14th and I have to go buy flowers for my dinner date and I have finally been given control and saved and I am free.

Now next time I play I have to see if I can go sell my leftover items, because I’ve got a couple-hundred-thousand yen worth, and also rescue Arsene from prison. X’D

More thoughts on Maruki and everything after I see the ending, most likely.

[ryntaia]

Is it bad I want to read a drabble about the headcanon where Goro and Futaba are half sibling and they find out about it? (Can I just say that I love your writing? ;w; )

Pfft anon I think about this headcanon non-stop, of course you can have Sibtaba and BroGoro drabbles. 

/cracks knuckles 

hooboy okay let’s break out the Oniichan. Also, I hope you guys don’t mind the name I gave Akechi’s mom. She needed some name and this was the placeholder one I’d been using for a while. 

EDIT: Fixed some issues with this one. I hadn’t realized that my strike outs had not transferred over when pasted, so Shido’s letter turned into a rambling mess. It still is (purposefully) but its a little closer to what I intended now. Sorry about that confusion. 

           She poked that box with her toe, she ran her hands across the cardboard surface, she even drew on it once or twice…but Futaba Sakura did not even think about opening it for what had to be a month.

           It was understandable. When the plain box had arrived as Leblanc, return address of Masayoshi Shido hastily scribbled on the side, Futaba and Sojiro were close to flipping a coin on whether or not to keep it. Her legal guardian had wanted to throw it out into the trash immediately—if it hadn’t of been for the last few months, the redhead hacker would’ve sided with him immediately. Instead the box had been stashed up where she didn’t have to look at it all time: Akira’s room in Leblanc.

           She couldn’t avoid it forever, though. Even if she didn’t want to face the man who had been responsible for her mother’s death, well, she had managed to face the teenager who had actually done the deed. She was nowhere near what could be called ‘close’ to Goro Akechi, but she had faced him head on when the brunette had been dragged back into the world of the living. They didn’t talk much and Akechi typically left the attic when Futaba or any of Akira’s friends were at Leblanc…Futaba didn’t know where the boy went at these times, and all Akira would tell her is that Akechi was taking a walk to clear his head.

           Which was why right now she sat on Akira’s bed with the bespectacled teen sitting across from her, and Akechi leaning against the far wall. He was like a lean cat, his figure pushed out slightly with his eyes always darting around yet never leaving his target—his prey. He kept his distance but his dark eyes always seemed circle the room right back to the box in the middle of Akira and Futaba.

           It was only fair, Akira had reasoned with her. It’s your mother, but its his father…and it’ll only be for an hour.

           God, Akira was a great guy, but sometimes he was SUCH a great guy that it drove Futaba up the wall. He would stick his neck out for anyone, even if that someone had literally pointed a gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Though she wasn’t really interested in going into the specifics of that, the looks they kept giving each other, the hours they spent alone, the…

           Lord, it was best to just not think about it.

           Instead she reached out and finally—finally—undid the string tying the box together. It was like as if each time a fold of the box fell away from its contents, the brunette seemed to slide closer behind them. Thankfully he seemed to be staying closer by Akira, but Futaba kept a watchful eye on him as she revealed Shido’s unexpected gift to them all. Which….

           …was a letter in an envelope stacked on top of a bunch of paper files.

           She groaned, slipping her fingers under the paper and ripping out the letter inside. It was a short letter, seeming like it had been written in a few minutes with no time to spare, but it had the familiar handwriting that Shido had boldly publically displayed. Here, it wasn’t so bold—despite the slapdash way it appeared to be written, there were numerous signs of eraser marks peppering the entire sheet of paper. Several bits of text were just plain crossed out. Even the signature was lopsided.

           Miss Sakura,

           Enclosed is the last of the files documents related to the use of research of acquirement of Wakaba Ishikii’s study on the cognitive psience of the Metaverse. I hope you can make use of I hope that it will benefit I’m sorry.

           Masayoshi Shido

           Futaba wrinkled her nose—she wanted to be disgusted but Akira had reminded her time and time again that before she opened the box that she would be seeing the sentiments of Shido after they had changed him. His actions before had been impure, but whether had made the choice to feel it now or not, what the letter had expressed WAS the truth the ex-politician was feeling. He was not lying, he was not trying to manipulate them, he wasn’t trying to gain anything. Even if it felt empty to Futaba…

           She shook her head and rifled through the files, throwing the letter to the side. Akira caught it and handed it up to Akechi—the brunette didn’t even bother with it, immediately tearing Shido’s words in half. Futaba absentmindedly listened as Akira admonished the detective, unwillingly to actively partake in whatever Akechi had to gain from this. Instead she tucked her red hair behind an ear, tilting one of the pictures in the box to the side curiously.

           It was a photo of her mother.

           Futaba didn’t have many photos of her mother. They had all been confiscated by the men in suits, she assumed because they thought any one of the pictures could hold a secret. The only picture she had managed to keep had been an old picture from when Futaba was first born, with her mother standing next to her crib with a tired smile on her face. She wore a lab coat in that picture, hanging heavily on her burdened shoulders and covering up her sleek black dress. Futaba couldn’t remember seeing her mother in that labcoat very often; Wakaba had not worn it at the house very much.

           Yet in the picture she held, her mother wore that exact same labcoat.

           She was standing in front of a nondescript clinical building with a smile on her face and a clipboard in hand. To her left stood a brunette woman who looked almost vaguely familiar, thick hair tied into a braid that ran over her shoulder. She had the same tired eyes that Futaba could remember her mother having, yet she worn no lab coat. Instead she wore what seemed to be a light green hospital gown. She stood against the far side of the picture, and from it she could see a hand resting on her shoulder. It wore an unmistakably garish gold ring on the pointer finger.

           She tossed it to the side; it was caught by Akira, who showed it to Akechi. The detective seemed thrown off, almost frazzled, for a moment. Futaba did not stop to ask why—the picture under it grabbed her attention far more. It was the same woman with the brown hair, only this time she was standing aside Masayoshi Shido—who was blocking his face from the camera with his hand. But his unmistakable scowl and goatee were still apparent through his fingers, the sheen of his orange lens reflecting off the camera lid. The woman still looked very tired.

           “Give me that.”

           Futaba shifted backwards as Akechi snapped up the photo from her, revealing the one underneath it—the brunette woman, eyes sad and smile barely managing to stay afloat as she sat on a chair. Wakaba was standing behind her with a similarly frazzled look on her face, trying to force a smile all the same as her painted nails gripped firmly as the back of the brunette woman’s chair. There was an unmistakable swell at the stomach of the unknown woman; her thin hand seemed to be lain across the green fabric.

           She let the photo fall out of her hands to the side; the only photo left was an oddly distinct photo of Masayoshi Shido on his own. It almost looked like a driver’s license photo. His mocha eyes stared straight ahead, and for a moment, it almost drew a feeling of fear out of Futaba. Quickly she shook her head and focused in on the photo—there had to be SOMETHING in it that would tell her something. But she couldn’t find it, couldn’t figure out what had possessed her mother to have this odd photo of Masayoshi Shido. It fell to the side as she ruffled through the papers—the only photo of the four that Akechi hadn’t taken to stare oddly at. The redhead wasn’t going to bother to ask. Instead she pulled out what looked to be a pair of hospital admittance papers.

           The top one was her mother’s admittance to deliver Futaba. The second…seemed to be the admittance of another pregnant woman, two years prior to Wakaba’s. She scanned the file, but her eyes caught on the name. Slowly, almost disbelieving, Futaba lowered the paper to stare blankly at the brunette detective gazing almost longingly at the photographs that she had thrown to the side.

           Akane Akechi.

           “Why are these files together…? Mom knew…?” She mused to herself, placing them each aside each other to study the documents thoroughly. While she examined them, Akira rifled through the box between them. Before she could think any further into it, a folded and yellowed piece of paper dropped on top of it. Futaba looked up at Akira questioningly; his hand laid on her shoulder immediately after giving her what he had found.

           “The only thing that matters is you. Not them.”

Birth Certificate – Futaba Isshiki

           Mother – Wakaba Isshiki

           Father – Masayoshi Shido

           Futaba’s head reeled as she tumbled backwards away from the box, legs furiously pushing her body against the wall. Her eyes stared out at figures she couldn’t truly see, her eyes blurred by confusion and distress and her ears blinded by the dull hiss of a scream bubbling in the back of her throat. Her hands couldn’t find a place to stay, couldn’t find a way to hold herself up as she sunk deeper towards the ground. She could only see the blurred shapes of Akira handing Akechi the paper and the both of them swooping down by her.

           It made her want to scream; instead, when she tried, she found herself with a mouthful of water. The hacker coughed loudly, realizing she had been hyperventilating as her mind screeched at her the implications of what Shido could’ve done to her mother, how this possibly could’ve happened, how even when she had been a product of the worst aspect of Wakaba’s life, Wakaba had still managed to love her so dearly despite her hard work masking it…

           She looked up from the glass in her hand to stare at the two boys hovering above her; Akechi immediately slid back away from her. But before he could get away, the hacker’s precise fingers shot out to grab him by the tie and dragged him back in, knocking the glass of water in his hands to the ground as he was brought face to face with the redhead. Akira watched carefully from a distance, one hand cautiously raised if he needed to intervene. Futaba already knew he didn’t have to; she just lifted her chin to meet her mocha brown eyes with Akechi’s dark brown ones.

           It was always in our eyes, wasn’t it.

           “I think I just might be starting to understand you a little more…” She whispered. Her throat felt like it had been clawed apart. “…brother.”

           And behind them both, scattered pictures of two women—one with short black hair and sharp eyes, another with long brown hair and a tired smile—stood alongside a menacing picture of Masayoshi Shido.