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jelly-mix · 3 years
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Thank you boofie800 and your team ⭐Gay Agenda⭐ for helping me get an easy achivement.
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orcelito · 3 years
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My best case scenario would be finishing my chapter tonight but imma b real there's so much left to write and I kinda don't wanna stress about it, not after the week I just had
So like... I'm gonna write today. But first. I think I'm gonna enjoy some nice coconut milk tea and play some p5r
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edenfire · 4 years
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me when i see everyone in japan playing p5r, while I have to wait until 2020😫😫😭💔💔💔
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a-cageless-canary · 3 years
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“....I’m way prettier...”
Oh-no, she’s pouting....
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crybabytoy59 · 4 years
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My Begging letter P5 6.
After the meal they both drank more wine watching Crybaby on the Tv kissing passionately as there lust for more Dominating took hold Mistress Mummy whispered into her husbands ear while nibbling on his earlobe “Time for us to get back to poor Crybaby she will be ever so pleased to see us Darling” They Both laughed out loud as
Master Daddy playfully swatted his wife’s rear...”Your a Wicked Wicked lady deb’s !”
They headed down the hall to the cupboard opening the secret door as it opened Crying could be heard inside as there new play thing bound to the frame was reciting the recording from the earphones.....They worked silently getting the next things ready for Playtime with “Crybaby”....finally All was set....slowly lowering the sound on the recording they stood waiting knowing sissy’s mind would play tricks on her...this would heighten the drugged state Sissy was in.....Mistress Mummy lent over lifting the headphones off....To the wet urine soaked silk mask bellowing faster....Fuck she loved mind games they made her so very horny !
Babyslave was sobbing again ....as she spoke to sissy “There there Crybaby hush hush now....(she took his nipples teasing them) Hush hush.....Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it listen to my voice just that nothing else matters just my voice...there we go..Clever girlie much better...Now seeing as You have been a good girlie Crybaby we are going to remove your wet mask..would Crybaby like that ? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby 💕a few things then we can get it off You Crybaby”
Master Daddy was already removing the spray nozzle from the face frame, hanging up the tube on the trolly he wheeled it away, Mistress Mummy was removing the wires but left the pads in place for later as they had further plans for them at bedtime.
Lifting the silk hood Crybaby blinked as the lights from the new spotlight shone in her face.....
I was just so pleased to have the wretched urine mask off breathing deeply I was still weeping as Mistress Mummy stroked my cheek with her hand “Such a Clever girlie Crybaby Did you like your recording? (My answer was swift asI knew not to disappoint her..Ga’Ga Mistress Mummy) Clever Baby that’s good as Your Going to hear it each night like a lovely bedtime lullaby Cute...Now Master Daddy & I had a lovely meal & some Nice drinks, Now were all ready to have some More fun with our New Toy...So Open Wide Crybaby!”
As I did Master Daddy put a steel set of surgical mouth openers into my mouth ratcheting them open so I could not close my mouth. Then lifting the two rubber tails from my mouth he slid an oval sponge up them till it was in my mouth it felt dry and hard on my tongue, he then tied a neat bow on the outer bit of the sponge as Mistress Mummy spoke to me “Now Crybaby Cutie this is a Real sponge so when it get wet it Will grow in size to fill Your Cute Baby mouth nicely, Now time to show you something”
Master Daddy had a glass jar inside was green liquid he held it up as Mistress Mummy continued “This Crybaby is what is inside you from the enema, as you were a Clever girlie reciting your “Lullaby” the nasty shocks Baby was receiving were two fold to train You & to do THIS !”
Master Daddy shook the jar & the green liquid turned to jelly !!.....They Both laughed at My shook of horror over what I had just been showed by Master Daddy, she rubbed my tummy “Aww don’t fret Crybaby only two hours left then we can remove your tube ! So yes Cutie Time to continue Your Punishment Crybaby”
As she stepped away from me she lifted a glass jug putting it on a stool she squatted over it & started fulling it with wine fuelled urine a lot of urine I had never seen a girl pee so much ! As she zipped up her leather jodhpurs Master Daddy handed her a glass syringe a large one with a round ball at its end it must have held a pint at least, smiling at me she drew up the warm urine into the syringe, walking over to me as I started whimpering “Now Crybaby You have been sweating & Crying so much we need to keep you hydrated !”
She put it to my lips running it around them as she let someone warm pee enter my mouth suddenly she looked Very Wicked at me ! “No Cutie not here am Afraid....(I was puzzled) Be a good Babyslave” She Push the round tip up my left nostril then slowly pushed the plunger ! The hot pee flowed up my nose coming out the other nostril ! But some was pouring down the back of my throat so I had to swallow, the pee running out of my nose was pooling into my mouth ! She nodded over my shoulder & I felt two fingers open my eye Wide ! As Master Daddy put in surgical eye lid retainers !
I was Crying again Now gurgling Out Goo’Goo.....
Still pushing more in she silenced Me “Quiet Babyslave just behave & let us Finnish up so we can get you out of the frame & then Master Daddy can Put Your Special Diaper On !” As she pushed the last of the pee in she simply refilled the syringe starting over....as I gulped down the pee wondering where my body was putting all I had been fed ?.....I was glad I was a big water drinker or I would have truly struggled......
As she pushed the last of it in the sponge in my mouth had grown so much even if I had wanted to protest it had silenced Me !.....just then I heard Master Daddy unzipping his pants then the sound of him reliving himself !.....Mistress Mummy was beaming ear to ear ! “Crybaby Cutie you lucky girlie more golden nectar Potty girlie !”......
As I looked at this beautiful girl pushing her husbands urine up. My nose Cooing & mocking me, the only thing going trough my mind a s I struggled to swallow was How much I truly wanted to show her my submission a so long held feeling of wanting to be owned for someone just someone to see the true sub in me....As I looked Deep into her eyes I burst out Crying..Not like all the Tears before Big flowing tears..Tears she knew All to well...she simply kissed my forehead “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it Let it All Out....You have waited a long time for this Cutie Eh? (I Nodded) Clever girlie Babyslave Your wait is Over Your Going to serve us both Very Obediently & All our Friends too Crybaby, Now Let’s Get you out the frame & Prepared for the night”.....
Master Daddy will You unfasten Babyslave”
He was already at my face frame unbuckling the strapping As Mistress Mummy Let’s the ratchet straps off, they laid me back down,taking a foot each “ 1..2...3...I squealedas they pulled my sore legs from the binding clamps.
I was now sitting in my Diaper legs out in front of me sobbing as Master Daddy put the frame away, returning with a huge leather bag it had buckles on it This he set down next to me.
Mistress Mummy giggled then spoke “Handies up Crybaby” she removed my wet piss soaked pink maids dress the pvc glistening in the bright lights, it was put in a basket then I was pushed backwards as Master Daddy pulled my legs up in the air Mistress Mummy took off my rubber popper pants then My Diaper tapping the ballon End “Time to have this Out Crying won’t stop us Cutie over the pillows Crybaby” Master Daddy had put two heavy rubber pillows on the floor, so I crawled over them they both giggled “No Baby botty up in the air for us !” I shuffled forward into position “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way..Now spread eagle Cutie!”....I felt the air coming out of the ballon the the strangest feeling of my inners being pulled!
Mistress Mummy slowly pulled the tube through the steel ring this kept the contents of Sissy’s rear inside as the tube was removed lifting the black hollow plug with the stopper inserted she pushed it home to another squeal from sissy, patting sissy’s sore bottom she spoke “over you come crawl to Master Daddy he has your special Diaper for You Cutie”
Master Daddy was at a changing mat it had wine the Pooh characters on it,as I got closer I could see him at the huge leather bag...But it was Not a leather bag! It was a huge Diaper the “Bag” were bondage shorts with lacing at three points just like a corset ! He Patted the mat lay down Crybaby & give Mistress Mummy your leggies up in the air !” She was behind me now & took my ankles I winced as they were still sore....”Ok Crybaby Now you don’t look as tender so Am going to give you a Nice spanking to have You better enjoy your special Diapers!” Thwack ! Thwack !....I was spanked 50 times in total Master Daddy was Very strong this really hurt me !
Still holding my ankles up in the air Mistress Mummy pinned my head between her legs “Keep still Now Baby!” Master Daddy pulled the huge mass under my rear it went high up my back,then he held my Higgins tube up, it was then I realised I was sore down there as I was desperately in need to pee. Shutting the huge front over he zipped up each side pushing the rubber flaps over each other he did up a second zipper then did up the four buckles each side.
Smiling down at me he spoke “Ok sit up Now Crybaby that’s it (Mistress Mummy Let my legs go) Up we come..there we go ! Let’s just take a picture of you Crybaby” He took a picture with his phone laughing to Mistress Mummy “There just so cute on her !”
I was now sitting around 18” off the floor !! Such was the mass of the bulky Diapers, black leather shorts that had a belt at the tummy & a thigh belt just above my knees All three Master Daddy had taken great pleasure over wrenching tightly ! All that was left was The lacing ! They took a rubber tube each Master Daddy tugged his & it came out the top of the pants, I could now feel myself wetting uncontrollably. Mistress Mummy took her tube & put a small oval to it with a button, she then kissed My forehead softly “Clever girlie Crybaby HERE WE GO !!!!”
Pushing the button she laughed then pulled the tube as the small oval plug followed it out the rear of my Diaper. I now felt very strange inside I had not really other than feeling bloated been aware of my Filling but suddenly I was as my tummy started making strange noises?
“Clever girlie Crybaby handies Up in the air Cutie!” She pulled on a baby grow over my head then had me roll on my side to fasten it between my Legs.sitting me back up she smiled WKD at me “Get on All Fours Crybaby Now & Follow us !”....
Master Daddy opened the door as I crawled to it he had the dog chain & lead again “headie up !” He put it on tugging me to his thigh, I was taken up the hallway to a new room as the door opened I could see it was a bedroom with a Very large four poster bed, on the bed were some items ..rope, black pvc wrap, a Hood, a pair of high ballet boots & a posture collar..
Mistress Mummy spoke “Crybaby this is our bedroom as it’s your first nightmare..sorry Night you will sleep with us..Now stand up and hold the bed post Crybaby!”
As I did Master Daddy got one of the ballet boots it was bright pink, inside was a stocking This he lapped up my leg then pushed the boot onto my leg “push in hard Crybaby!” My foot slowly entered the boot it was Very tight ! Mistress Mummy was at my other leg putting on the tights then the boot, they both started tugging the lace binding so Very tightly I was Again whimpering
My tummy was making all sorts of sounds now, this made them both giggle as Mistress Mummy smacked my huge rear “Hurry Now Crybaby lay on the bed Cutie...that’s it ..Now spread your leggies as wide as you can !..Clever girlie Crybaby that’s a good Babyslave” she was cuffing my ankles wide to the bed posts as Master Daddy took my arms suddenly hauling me over the edge of the bed making my legs taught “Over you come Crybaby Headie back ..All the way BACK ! Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it give Mistress Mummy your handies!”
As she took my hands she sat on a stool behind Master Daddy put afoot on the bed frame & pulled me taught!
I was now spread eagle on my back with my head over the edge of the bed, my eyes & mouth held open by the retaining clamps! As Master Daddy was now undoing the bow at my gag sponge slowly sliding it Out he adjusted the mouth ratchet two more clicks....It was theI gave a moan Thea whimper....
Mistress Mummy tugged my arms “Don’t YOU FUCKING Dare go yet we WILL tell YOU when CRYBABY !!!”....
Master Daddy took out his member lining it up with my mouth me slowly slid into my mouth short strokes at first the. Longer Deeper strokes as he did
Mistress Mummy giggled “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it Make Master Daddy feel Good....Tell me Crybaby Do You need to go poopies..do you ?...well if you sing your lullaby WE WILL LET YOU GO POOPIES !”
Wwwwaahhhhh wwaaahhh wwwaahhhh “Clever girlie Crybaby Push Hard shot for brains !”
As I let loose the huge load time after time I felt Master Daddy tense up pulling back he came hard into my mouth! There was so much of it as he did he barked at me “Crybaby don’t You Dare Swallow a Single Drop !!” He lifted the sponge pushing it up the rubber laces tied a knot again as My evacuation continued Mistress Mummy Let My handies Go “Put your handies behind your headie & Dont move them Crybaby!!”
Master Daddy was taking the cuffs off my feet...”Up you get Crybaby....Up Now !” Sitting Up in such a big nappy was not easy, as I got up Mistress Mummy was at one of the bed posts, Master Daddy hand to support me in The ballet boots as I couldn’t walk in them “Back against the pole Crybaby..UP straight !' Mistress Mummy started binding my feet to the bed post tightly! As I looked forward There was a Full mirrored wall ! I could now see myself Pink ballet boots pink lace tights up to the huge black leather shorts over them was a Baby Grow this had strawberries all over it at its chest was a white frilly heart with the words in pink on a white background CRYBABY!!!”
Indeed I was Crying....Crying hard with hot come in my mouth soaking into the wet pissy sponge as Master Daddy held up the arm  binder behind me MIstress Mummy barked “Handies behind you Crybaby Fuck Toy !”
Master Daddy pulled it on tightly putting the strapping over my shoulders holding it firmly in place he set a rope to the eyelet at its end pulling my arms upwards till I whimpered.....she looked at me as the chest belt tightly tugged pushing the tail through the loop she kissed my forehead again...
“Now Crybaby girlie don’t Go any where as am Afraid We are not done YET ..almost BUT NOT QUITE !!!”......
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maiamaiden · 6 years
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....jealy?
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panda-noosh · 6 years
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ser•en•dip•it•y {part 1}{Matt Holt x Reader}
Words: 4885
Summary: You and Matt used to be childhood best friends, but that hadn’t been the case for nearly four years now. Whenever your parents insist on going to the Holt family country home for the summer, you may be forced to face old feelings as Matt makes an appearance.
Pairing: Matt Holt x Reader
Notes: p2 - p3 - p4 - p5 - p6 - FINAL; :) :) :) please give me feedback :) :) :)
Chapter 1
   It had been nearly four years since you and Matt had last spoken to each other.
   Matthew Holt. Best friend from before you could even remember; he was just always there. A part of your life for as long as you could remember. Your parents were friends, always around at each others houses, spending the summer together, getting along.
   Until that was no longer the case.
   You didn’t like to dwell on the past. You were older now – eighteen years old, to be exact. You had an entire lifetime ahead of you, meaning there was no point in looking back at past mistakes, if you could even call what happened a mistake.
   The word seemed harsh for the context it was in. Though the breaking up of your friendship wasn’t necessarily a mutual and clean decision, it had happened for the best. It had happened so you could move on, live a happier life than the one promised to you with Matt in it.
    Even as the thought crossed you on the hot summers day in July, you knew it was just you trying to persuade yourself of a lie.
    Matt and you had been inseparable at one point. Attached to the hip, as your mother used to say. He stayed over at your house most days, and on the days when he couldn’t, you stayed over at his. You two took the same classes as you progressed into high school, and you hadn’t left each other’s side in fear of the big kids getting to you. The teasing from your classmates about you two being a couple had been something that the two of you had gotten used to at a very young age – it was like water off a ducks back at this point.
    You remembered those days well. Giggling together in the lunch room as you shared peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you jokingly scolding him if his mother decided to pack him anything other than PB&J for that day.
   “You know PB&J is my favourite!” your seven year old self used to wail, even as you took a largw bite out of the ham and cheese sandwich he was presenting to you.
   Matt would always roll his eyes, never one to feed into your faux teasing. “Just eat, you idiot. Lunch only lasts half an hour.”
    He used to treat you like such a person. He used to make you laugh with his immature jokes that anybody else would have found stupid, possibly even cringed at. You remembered the way he used to crinkle up his nose whenever even he thought one of his jokes was bad, but you would always swing your head back and laugh as if it was the funniest thing you had ever heard.
    That was what made you miss it most of all, miss the friendship; you hadn’t laughed quite like that in ages. Not since Matt and you decided to abruptly part ways for a reason you still find yourself regretting to this day.
    You let out a guttural groan as you push open the door of your home and step inside, school done for another nine weeks as summer slowly impended upon you. Despite it only being early July, the sun was glowering, making a thin crest of sweat coat your exposed collar bones – a fashion choice that had your history teacher sending you glares throughout the entire lesson, though even he couldn’t blame you for your choice of top.
    “Y/N?” your mothers voice called from the kitchen. “Is that you?”
   “Who has the heating on?” you asked in way of response, tossing your school bag onto the bottom step for later.
    “The heating isn’t on,” said your mother. You stepped into the kitchen, immediately feeling your eyes dry up with the unnecessary heat which blasted your face. “I’m making cookies.”
   “Of course you are.” You sighed as you settled down at the table, feeling your bones immediately relax with the new position. Your mum stood by the oven, looking in through the fogged up door with her usual, overly-giddy grin on her face. “Mum, I don’t think we particularly need cookies today. Maybe, like, ice lollies or something.”
   She frowned, turning to look at you over her shoulder. “Who on earth would choose ice lollies over cookies? That’s blasphemous.”
   “It’s thirty degrees Celcius outside today,” you pointed out, swiping your thumb over your top lip where sweat had begun to form. “I think it’s best we lay low on the hot foods for now. Just until it cools down.”
    “You say that, but you’re always the first to suggest a barbeque whenever the sun comes out.”
    You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t call me out like that in my own home.”
   Your mother chuckled as she finally stood up straight, grabbing a towel from the counter and holding it in that strange way mothers often held towels – for no reason at all. It was merely a play thing between her fingers as she started up yet another conversation.
   This one much more interesting than the previous.
   “So, I have some news.”
   “Oh great.”
   “I know this might make you a little bit anxious, given your past history and everything, but me and your father recently got back in touch with a couple of old friends, had a nice little conversation in one of the new coffee shops in the town quarter.” She looked up at you, testing the waters, waiting to see your reaction.
   You simply stared back at her, chewing on your bottom lip, waiting for the news to drop.
    “We got talking about old times, and we’ve all decided to head down to their old country home for the summer.”
   You knew the answer. The nervous glint in your mums eyes as she spoke, the way she looked down at the floor as if your own gaze was going to eliminate her completely. You knew the answer in the way her voice wavered with nerves, knowing you wouldn’t like the mysterious they she was talking about.
   Even though you knew the answer, you asked anyway: “Who are they, mum?”
    She inhaled sharply, gave you a sheepish smile. “The Holt family.”
    You felt your insides begin to reel with a type of intensity you had never felt before. Nerves, confusion, mild anger all mixed into one big pile was slowly grabbing for you, taking a hold of your heart and squeezing it.
   But you didn’t freak out – you were beyond that now. You had matured in the last four years without Matt, learned to put past grudges behind you. Learned to deal with past regrets as well, though you weren’t too sure you had mastered that just yet.
   You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. Your mother sighed and sat down in front of you, and you felt her warm hands place themselves on top of yours; it disappointed you that she didn’t take your horrified reaction and cancel the entire thing then and there.
   “I’m sorry, baby,” she said. “I really am. But the Holts were some of our closest friends back in the day, and it was difficult to say no. We don’t even know if Matt is going to be there or not – he was meant to be off for the Garrison this year-“
    “It’s summer, mum,” you mumbled. “He’ll be home. So will Pidge.”
    “Pidge,” your mum chuckled. “Katie.”
    You sighed and ran your hands through your hair, letting your mum’s own pair slide to the table, stick against the table cloth with how warm it was. Your heartbeat was racing, and it took everything in your power not to throw the tantrum of a seven year old.
    There was no point, you were aware. Nothing could change the plans already formed, and you knew it was selfish of you to think that you could get your parents to cancel a trip that clearly meant a lot to them. They weren’t lying when they said they hadn’t seen the Holt family in ages – nearly two years. Colleen and Sam Holt had once meant the world to your parents. You should have been happy for them that they were finally reconciling after so long.
   But there was still that pit of dread that had settled in your stomach – the idea of seeing his face again, of seeing that wide grin and those eyes that seemed to bend and mould with his emotions. They turned into tight crescents whenever he was excited. They seemed to almost droop whenever he was upset.
   You didn’t understand why you remembered these details – you just did. And they did nothing to help your nerves.
   You managed a small smile at long last, letting your hands fall from your hair to land on the table. “I’m – This is exciting. Yeah. We’ll have a great time.”
   Your mothers face softened. “You’re not mad?”
    “Of course I’m not,” you said, and you meant it. You weren’t mad. You were terrified. “Contrary to popular belief, mother, I have matured since I was fourteen years old. I can handle coming face-to-face with an old friend.”
    Your mothers face lit up like a beam. She pulled away from the table and clapped her hands, letting out a squeal of excitement as she whirled back towards the oven where the cookies were still rising.
    “That’s amazing!” she exclaimed. “I’ll tell your dad right away. We’ll be on the road to Mooresville by Saturday morning!”
   It was not the first time you had been to Mooresville, North Carolina.
   In fact, the countryside of Mooresville was a place you had once visited almost every summer with your family and the Holts. It had become a tradition to set up camp there for nine weeks, enjoy each other’s presence, be subdued for a little while to let the stress that school had piled onto you, go.
   Now, as you pulled up to the all-too familiar country house that you had once called a second-home, a shudder ran down your spine. You found yourself clenching your hands in the blanket you had draped over your bare legs, wearing only denim shorts to fight against the heat that was still clashing down on you in this moment.
    The house was big. Big enough to fit eight people within it and still have room for a few more guests. The roof came up in a point, tiled and old fashioned, rickety looking now though it still had that safe feel to it, even from the outside. The walls were made of hard, glittering stone and the front door still held the ‘WELCOME’ sign that you and Matt had designed when you were six years old.
    Your little brother, Jamie, took great pleasure in pointing at said sign and commenting on how he remembered you and Matt hanging it up. You didn’t understand how he remembered; he had only been four at the time.
   “Here we are,” your dad said as he drove into the driveway and parked. You could already see the Holt’s minivan at the side of yours, almost the exact same as the last time you had seen it. You looked at it for a moment before being forced to avert your gaze, act as if you didn’t care as Colleen and Sam Holt scattered out from behind it.
   Your mother and father wailed, throwing themselves out of the car and into the Holts arms. Pidge stumbled out behind them – you nearly lost balance at the sight of her.
    Last time you had seen Pidge, she had been eleven years old. Her hair had been long, her features child like and round. She had worn dresses back then of frilly pink fabrics with bows to keep her long, light brown hair out of her face.
   Clearly, tying it up had gotten too much for her and she had opted to cutting it all completely.
   She looked so grown up now, caught in the body of a fifteen year old. She had on a pair of large, round glasses, and her light brown hair was cut up past her shoulders, flicking out around her head in the way Matt’s used to. She now wore a green and white jacket, a bracelet of the Garrison strapped to her wrist, barely hidden beneath the coat.  
    It hurt your chest to see her. You remembered looking after her with Matt, being almost as protective over her as you were with Jamie. Looking at her now, so like her older brother, made you realise that she had grown up in the past four years, and your protectiveness was no longer needed.
   Jamie was wrapping his arms around Pidge in a matter of seconds, the two of them jumping up and down in the excitement of seeing each other again.
   You had barely even noticed that your family had left you in the car on your own.
   You sighed shakily as you opened the door and slid out of the vehicle. The warm air hit off of your skin, sweat immediately forming on any and all flesh that was visible. The eyes of the Holt family snapped to you and you gave them a small smile-
   Before Colleen’s arms were wrapped around your neck and you were being pulled into her overexcited and extremely tight embrace.
    You forced yourself to chuckle at the feel of her skinny arms around your neck. The laugh was muffled by her sharp shoulder which was uncovered due to the spaghetti strap tank top she had decided to wear.
    “Nice to see you again too, Colleen,” you grumbled.
   Colleen wailed. “Oh, Y/N! You’re so grown up now! Where has the time gone?” She pulled away, cupped your cheeks and gazed longingly at you, as if she had never seen you before. You forced an awkward smile on your face, not wanting to come off as rude but finding yourself immeasurably uncomfortable with being inspected so closely. “God, you look just like your father. You really have shaped into a fine, young woman.”
   “Mom,” Pidge groaned, one arm still wrapped around Jamie’s shoulder. “Please don’t be like this. We said we wouldn’t freak out whenever we saw them.”
    Colleen let her hands drop to her sides. “Right. My fault. I get overexcited sometimes.”
   “It’s fine,” you assured.
   “Matthew should be round in a few minutes to greet you all,” Colleen continued, and the air in your lungs suddenly seemed to have been extracted, leaving behind nothing but a shell of wheezes. You swallowed thickly and turned away, pretending like you were merely looking at the afternoon sun that was shining down on you. “He wanted to call his bedroom before anyone else got the chance to. Something about a ‘great view of the forest?’”
   Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Honestly, for a boy that managed to get into the most prestigious piloting school in the world, he can be very airheaded sometimes.”
    Your mother chuckled, slapping Sam’s arm only lightly. “We all want a decent room to sleep in. Now, how about we go inside and heat up some soup or something?”
   “Mum, soup might not be the best food for a time like this,” Jamie pointed out. Your mother glanced at you. You raised a brow, a gesture that said told you.
   Your mum rolled her eyes, didn’t respond to your little brother before she, your dad, Jamie and the Holt family were heading up the front porch and disappearing into the house.
   As soon as the door closed behind them, you let yourself fall back against the car. Your breathing was ragged now, uneven as you tried to catch it, tried to steady it but there was truly no point any more. You were nervous. Your hands were trembling.
   There was no point in trying to deny the nerves any more. They were there. You hadn’t gotten over the friendship-break-up that you and Matt had went through. You hadn’t gotten over Matt, which was most likely the reason as to why you were currently trembling against your car.
     It had been nice seeing Colleen and Sam and Pidge; you truly had missed them in your years of separation. They had been nice to have around at one time, and had been like a second family to you. Seeing them again had made you feel happy.
   But seeing Matt again may very well be a different story, you knew. You weren’t sure what you were meant to say, how you were meant to approach him. Did eighteen year olds who hadn’t seen each other in four years give each other hugs? A handshake? Should you just ignore him completely and hope the next nine weeks go by quickly?
   It was all up in the clouds. You couldn’t imagine yourself leaning in to give him a hug – not for a long while. In this moment, you couldn’t even imagine yourself speaking to him, forming a coherent sentence. Not after the things you had said to each other before your dreaded split.
    The door to the house opened as if on cue, as if the culprit had heard your thoughts, seen your memories through the window and had come out to join you.
   Your breath left your lungs. Your mind whirled. You looked up at him, could barely keep the shock and the dread from flashing across your features as Matthew Holt stepped out onto the front porch, let his eyes graze over your family car that you were leaning against. Before he saw you, you noticed the hint of his own dread winding itself onto his features – the crinkle of his eyebrows, the way he pursed his lips as if he was silently saying a prayer to some higher being to give him mercy.
    And then he spotted you, leaning against the bumper as if somebody had slammed a hand into your chest and winded you. You stared back at him, mouth slightly agape. Words were there. They were balanced on the end of your tongue, but you couldn’t say them. You could barely find the strength to stand up straight.
    He looked the same as he always had – just taller. And more rugged. Much, much more taller and much, much more rugged.
    His light brown hair was in it’s usual flicks. He wore a yellow jacket over a white top, a pair of blue jeans hanging low on his hips. Even in the scolding heat that North Carolina was being doused with, he still managed to keep the sweat from dripping down his face, even with the coat he had decided to wear today.
    He took a step down off of the porch. “Y/N?”
   You forced a smile on your face, trying not to come off as too awkward, trying to pretend like you barely even remembered the petty fight you two had gotten into the last time you had seen each other.
    “Hi,” you squeaked out, and the plan was destroyed. You sounded like a frightened child cowering away from a raised hand. “Sorry. I didn’t – uh – Is my mum looking for me?”
   Matt was silent for a moment, letting his eyes trail over you before he was dumbly shaking his head. “No. She wasn’t looking for you.”
   You nodded, finally pushing yourself off of the car. “Oh, great then. I guess I’ll go explore.” You started towards the back of the house, wanting to hide behind the trees that were settled there. Before you could go any further than the corner, you turned. “Nice seeing you again, by the way.”
    Matt smiled shyly, still staring at you in mild shock before you turned on your heel and walked away. As soon as you knew you were out of eye and ear shot, you picked your pace up to a run, disappearing amongst the trees of the forest.
    Dinner time whirled around far too fast for your liking.
   Jamie had been sent out to come and find you after you had fled into the forest for a few hours – you hadn’t gone far, knowing your parents would be looking for you at some point. You still needed to choose your room, still needed to unpack your stuff and take your luggage into the house.
    You had followed your little brother into the house, searched for a seat, but of course, the pairings had been made. Colleen and your mother sat beside one another, your father and Sam beside one another, Pidge and Jamie beside one another – leaving only one available seat.
   Next to Matt.
   You hadn’t made any visible exclamations of annoyance or terror at the seating plan. You had expected this. It was what always happened; you and Matt got stuck with each other, and back in the day, that hadn’t been an issue.
   You were determined not to make it seem like it was now.
   You slowly took a seat next to your old best friend and poked at the bowl of soup in front of you. Matt sat rigid, immediately tensing at the feel of your presence beside him. You could smell the faint scent of freshly-mown grass coming off of him. You were surprised by the broadness of his shoulders, a direct clash to the lanky fourteen-year-old you used to know.
      Oh God, what am I doing?
   Sam and Colleen wasted no time in catching up with your parents. They spoke about everything and anything, updated each other on what they had missed in the past two years, how much they had missed one another and how they needed to do this again!
   You nearly spit out your soup – not even one day into the current holiday and they were already planning next years. You weren’t entirely sure if you could handle such a thing.
    Matt and you barely even acknowledged each other throughout the dinner. His shoulder sometimes brushed against yours as he ate, or his elbow hit yours and you would merely nod to let him know that it didn’t bother you – words were a no-go area, apparently. Though you had believed you had been making a decent attempt at civil conversation whenever you had told him it was nice to see him again, all of that confidence had drained now that you were seated beside him with no place else to escape to.
    You laughed when laughter was due. You nodded to the things people said, sometimes humming in agreement, even though you had no idea what you were agreeing to most of the time. You continued to shovel spoonfuls of soup into your mouth, ignoring the sweat that was glistening at your forehead, until-
   “So, Y/N.”
   You looked up through the tops of your eyelids, spoon still dangling between your lips. “Hm?”
   “How have things been with you?” Sam asked. He leaned over his empty bowl, clasping his fingers in front of him. “How’s school been treating you? Any boyfriends?”
   Matt went rigid. “Dad.”
   You shot Matt a careful glance before turning back to Sam. The question hadn’t affected you. It was one you had expected to come from them after so long of not seeing you.
    “No, no boyfriends,” you said. “And schools been good. I’ve been studying psychology and biology for the last year – finished up my first year on Wednesday, actually.”
   Sams eyes popped open. “Oh, really? I always thought you would want to go to the Garrison after high school.”
   “Oh my God,” Matt grumbled. He ducked his head into his hand, shook it before he stood up. “I’ll get a start on the dishes.”
   You frowned as you watched him go. It was clear he was distressed, the way he picked up the bowls as if they had been tacked down and he needed to use some kind of force. He took a glance at your bowl for only a second before he left it sitting in front of you, the spoon in your hand a clear indication you weren’t finished yet.
   Nobody else seemed to notice the very clear frustration that had suddenly seemed to spew out of Matt.
   You turned back to Sam. “No, sir. The Garrison was a little bit too intimidating for me.”
   “Intimidating,” Jamie scoffed. “You couldn’t fly a jet if you tried.”
    “Actually, Y/N was quite good at piloting back in high school,” your mother began, and the conversation adjusted all over again. You fell silent as they spoke your praises, talking about how you and Matt used to go up in the jets together, enjoy the view – you remembered those days vividly, as well, though they hurt to think about now. It hurt to think about all of the times you had thrown away, all the times you would never get to experience again.
    Eventually, though, the day turned to evening, and everyone was retreating to their bedrooms. Your parents, along with Colleen and Sam, had not refused the drink that Sam had brought to the country home, thus meaning you and Matt had to help the drunken adults clamber upstairs into their assigned chambers. You had one arm looped around your mothers waist, one arm gripping your fathers wrist as you dragged them both upstairs. Matt trampled behind you, dealing with his own parents in a much more swift and easy manner – he just dragged them up.
   You couldn’t help but notice the new strength he seemed to have developed over the years – never before would he have been able to haul both of his drunken parents up the stairs on his own. Back when he was younger, he could barely carry multiple cups at the same time. Now, the weight he was carrying seemed almost natural, as if he was used to carrying things that weighed the same as two human beings.
   Neither of you spoke as you turned the corner and kicked open the door to your parents bedrooms – Colleen and Sam’s were directly across from your parents.
   Your parents stumbled out of your grip at the first sight of the bed before them and landed in a pile amongst the covers. You sighed and shook your head, folding your arms over your chest.
   “Just this once, I’ll let you off with it,” you said. “Only because it’s the first night and I know you’re going to regret this in the morning.”
    “Stop staring at Matt,” your mother hissed. You blinked. “I’m extremely tired. Extremely, extremely tired.”
   Your dad nodded in agreement. Their heads clashed together as the two of them both went out like a light, no explanation to the first four words that had come out of your mothers mouth.
   You hollowed out your cheeks, refused to dwell on them more than needed. Instead, you turned on your heel and headed back out into the hallway, silently cursing your own timing as Matt seemed to do the exact same thing.
   You stood by your parents door, waiting for him to turn around. When he finally did, his eyes widened, brown irises tracing over you in the same way they had done on the front porch only hours before.
   “Oh,” was all he said.
   You smiled softly. “Hello.”
   “Hi.”
   You looked away, folded your arms over your chest. Now that the sun was setting, the chill of night was beginning to sift through the house, nipping at your exposed arms. You wrapped them around yourself, tried to pretend like you weren’t feeling the tension between the two of you right now.
   “They’re going to be extremely hungover in the morning,” said Matt. “We should – uh – probably get some sleep so we can take care of them when they wake up.”
    “Mine will be out until at least midday,” you replied. Matt cracked a smile – not the laughter you were so used to, but it was something. A middle ground you two could meet. “But I agree. I’m getting kind of tired myself.”
    He nodded. “Is Pidge and Jamie in bed?”
   “I think they crashed on the sofa. I’ll probably end up falling asleep in the living room, too – I’ve yet to decide where I’m sleeping.”
    “Well, there’s a spare room across from mine that has a pretty decent view of the front garden.” You fought the urge to widen your eyes, to splutter out in shock at his offer – could you even call it an offer? He had simply informed you of the empty room across from his. It didn’t mean anything – not to him, anyway.
    “I’ll look at it tomorrow,” you responded, cursing how hoarse your voice suddenly sounded. “Thank you. Have a good sleep.”
   He smiled softly. You wanted to stick around, to ask him how he felt, if he was feeling the tension just as much as you, but you turned on your heel and fled towards the living room before you could give yourself the chance. The thought of him responding with yes, that he did feel the tension, that he did feel awkward around you now, was enough to make you decide against even asking in the first place. You could wait to have your heart crushed for another day.
   You would just have to get through the first week, at least. The first week would be the most difficult, and then things were bound to flatten out.
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I'm jelly of the people who play P5 on computer cause I mean they can get Akechi back and i fucking can't it makes me cry.. ..
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Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card Arc Chapter 12 Translation
Sorry to be a little behind with this month’s full translation.  I think there are already a few other versions floating around on the web already too, so I’m a bit late to the party this week. :)
I corrected the mistake I made in the first preview draft where I’d written one of Yue’s lines as being said by Tomoyo. Sorry for the confusion. As always, if anyone notices any errors, feel free to PM me.  I do this for fun, but more often than not I only have time to translate when I’m already tired from work so I can miss things from time to time. ^^;
NOTE: There will be no new Clear Card Arc chapter next month. CCS will be on break for June, but Chapter 13 will be available on Monday, July 3rd in the August issue of Nakayoshi.
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Cover Page Text: Nice to meet you.  My name is Yuna D. Kaito.
Sweets, meals, and bentos -- he’s flawless at (making) everything and has watched over Akiho-chan.  The very dreamy Yuna D. Kaito makes an appearance.
P1 Sakura:  This is definitely… Sakura:  If you touch it, it’s like a book is “there.” Tomoyo:  Eh? But (we) can’t see anything. Sakura:  Release!
P2 Sakura:  You who is without a master, by (the power of) this staff of dreams, I command you to become my strength. Sakura:  Secure!
P3 Sakura:  It was a card after all. Sakura:  “Lucid.” Sakura:  It looks like this card makes things transparent so you can’t see them. Sakura:  Tomoyo-cha-- Tomoyo:  Once again “I thought something like this might happen!”
P4 Tomoyo:  I’m so glad I brought my smartphone with me! Sakura:  Hoeeee! Tomoyo:  I’m a little worried about camera shakiness and image quality, but you have to make sacrifices when the going gets tough.
[Lit: …you have to make sacrifices in an urgent situation.]
Tomoyo:  Sakura-chan! Please hold up a card and strike a pose! Sakura:  O-o-okay. Sakura:  Ah! Sakura:  I left my smartphone behind and Kero-chan with it. Tomoyo:  That’s right, isn’t it? Sakura:  He’ll be upset that I didn’t bring him at a crucial time again.
P5 Akiho:  Sorry to keep you waiting! Akiho:  It’s this book… Akiho:  Is everything okay?
[Lit: “Did something happen?” or “Is something the matter?”]
Tomoyo:  This is such a lovely library, would you mind letting me take a picture? Akiho:  Yes, of course! Akiho:  This is it. Sakura:  Huh? There’s no title.
P6 Akiho:  It’s not written on the cover, but this book is called “Alice in Clockland” Sakura:  “Alice in Clockland”? Tomoyo:  It’s not “in Wonderland”? Akiho:  Yes. Akiho:  It’s not by the same person who wrote “Wonderland” and “Through the Looking Glass”, but it’s (very) interesting.
P7 Sakura:  The cover is lovely too. Sakura:  The hand of the clock is… Sakura:  This clock… Sakura:  I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before… Sakura:  Where have I seen it…? Akiho:  Sakura-san?
P8 Sakura:  Sorry! I was really fascinated by how beautiful it is. <Text by Akiho says “Warm (feelings)”> Sakura:  I wonder what kind of story it is. <Akiho opens the book> Sakura:  I-I can’t read it… Tomoyo:  It’s not English (text).  I wonder what language it is. Akiho:  I don’t know. Akiho:  But I was taught how to read it, so I can somehow understand the story. Sakura:  That’s amazing, Akiho-chan! Akiho:  Oh no… not at all...
P9 Sakura:  I’d love to know what kind of story it is.
[Lit:  I want you to tell us what kind of story it is.]
Akiho:  (It’s)-- <Phone rings and Akiho picks it up> Akiho:  Kaito-san is asking if we’d like something cold to drink. Sakura:  Is that alright? Tomoyo:  <to Akiho> If you’re alright with that.
P10 <The book glows on the table> <Scene changes to Sakura’s house> Sakura:  I’m home. Touya:  Welcome home. Sakura:  You’re (home) early. Touya:  I got a break from one of my part time jobs.
[Note:  The nuance is that his part time job might have gotten cancelled at the last minute.]
Sakura:  Is that so?  The cake shop? Touya:  Nah, moving (company).
P11 Sakura:  What’s for dinner tonight? Touya:  Fried rice. Sakura:  Waaah! Sakura:  I’ll go get changed. Touya:  Sakura. Sakura:  What is it?
P12 Touya:  Nah. Sakura:  Hoe? Touya:  Can I put konjac jelly in the fried rice?
[Note:  For anyone who doesn’t know what konjac/konnyaku is, it’s a sort of jello-like food made from a konjac plant/vegetable.  You can read about it here and see a photo of the kind Touya was most likely going to put in the rice here.]
Sakura:  No way! Sakura:  Man, you’re always so mean! Touya:  Not yet, huh…
P13 <Scene changes to Sakura’s room> Sakura:  After all of that, in the end Kero-chan was asleep when we got back to the living room. Sakura:  <to herself> Even though he said things like “If anything happens, I’ll (help)!” <Sakura hugs Syaoran’s bear> Sakura:  I’m home. Sakura:  I can’t wait until next Sunday.
[Lit:  I’m looking forward to next Sunday.]
P14 <Someone is watching Sakura from outside> Narration:  The next Sunday…
P15 Sakura:  I’m so glad the weather is nice! Sakura:  Ah! I’ve got to hurry!  I want to get there before the meeting time! <Scene changes to Kero and Yue video chatting> Kero:  And so… Kero:  Sakura went out with the brat. Yue:  You didn’t go with them?
[Lit:  付いて行かなかったのか / You didn’t follow them?]
P16 Kero:  Well, that’s to be expected today. Yue:  I thought you’d be happily following along behind them… Kero:  That’s what I thought (I / we) were going to do. <Flashback to Kero and Tomoyo’s conversation> Tomoyo:  Let’s (give up on following) them, Kero-chan. Kero:  Why? It’s a long-awaited chance (for you) to record. Tomoyo:  As much as I also really want to… If I could, I’d REALLY, REALLY want to… Kero: …You seriously want to, don’t cha.
P17 Tomoyo:  They haven’t had many chances to spend time just the two of them. Tomoyo:  And it’s their long-awaited date.                                   Kero:  Yeaaah… That’s true, but… If something strange happens again… Tomoyo:  If that happens, Li-kun will be there. <End flashback and scene switches back to Kero and Yue’s chat> Kero: …and that’s how we (ended up not going).
[Lit: …and that’s how we refrained.]
Yue:  I see…
P18 Kero:  But man, what’s up with Suppie not answering my calls too? Kero:  I’ve got so much free time… Kero:  Ah! Yue! Play an online game with me. <Yue hangs up> Kero:  HEEEYYY!!
P19 <Scene switches to Sakura arriving for the date> Sakura:  Syaoran-kun!! Sakura:  I’m sorry to keep you waiting! Syaoran:  No, I came too early.  We (were) supposed to meet up in 12 minutes. Sakura:  B-but I still made you wait!
P20 Syaoran:  Don’t worry about it.  Let’s go. Sakura:  Yeah! Syaoran:  What is it?
P21 Sakura:  It’s nothing! <Sign reads “Tomoeda Botanical Garden”> Syaoran:  To think there was a Botanical Garden here… Sakura:  In early elementary school we came here on a school trip, but I heard that you hadn’t been (here). <Sakura hands Syaoran a ticket> Sakura:  Here. Syaoran:  Are you sure?
[Lit:  Is it okay?]
Sakura:  My dad got these for me at the university.  He said to go with someone I’m close with.
P22 Syaoran:  <blushing> …someone you’re close with. <Sakura blushes too> Syaoran:  L-Let’s go! Sakura:  Y-yeah! Sakura:  All the flowers here are beautiful, aren’t they!
P23 Syaoran:  They really are. Syaoran:  Wow… you must’ve worked so hard to make all this.
[Lit:  It must’ve been hard to make this.]
P24 <Sakura furiously shakes her head no> Syaoran:  Can I eat it? <Sakura furiously nods her head yes> Syaoran:  I’ll have some. Sakura:  <to herself> How will this go? How will this go?!
P25 Syaoran:  It’s delicious! Sakura:  I’m glad…
P26 Sakura:  I wish (this moment) would last forever…
P27 <Something starts to happen and interrupts Sakura & Syaoran’s date> Narration:  A mysterious strong wind descends on Sakura and Syaoran during their precious time together…!
NAKAYOSHI ANNOUNCEMENT:  Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card Arc will be on break next issue. The next chapter will be available in the August edition of Nakayoshi (on sale July 3rd)!
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jelly-mix · 3 years
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Maam please stop with that face.
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avatarem · 7 years
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Hey. :) It's been a while since I last spoke to you. Guess what? On Goro's birthday, I actually went to Tokyo! :D I found the usual spot where Toranosuke Yoshida does his evening speeches, and also saw Buchiko (Hachiko) in person! Shibuya in this spot is sooo familiar to me due to many times I played P5. :P
omg do you have pics ??!I'm happy and slightly jelly XD
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After having beaten Persona 5 and after much thought and discussion, I think I can say that it's my new favorite Persona game. I mean I haven't played 1 or beaten 2, but I can confidently say that it's my favorite. Persona 5 takes parts of Persona 4 and Persona 3 and adds its own unique flavor to the mix. The end result is something stylish as hell that somehow manages to be more genuine and have a little more heart than the other two games. I'm not kidding when I say it takes parts of it. Like, mementos is literally Tartarus from P3, and the palaces in game are like the Midnight Channel dungeons. It even managed to throw in the whole rumors affecting perception thing that was in P2 (as well as stealing its color theme lol) but I won't talk about 2 cause I haven't even scratched the surface of that game. The big conflicts of the game are the apathy of society and how everybody is content with sweeping things under the rug, averting their eyes to the truth. P3 was about everybody being turned into apathetic zombies, while P4 was about reaching out to the truth. The game took both the themes and the dungeons of P3 and P4, put them together and went further with them, making them more personal and showing us the ugly faces of society and how they affect us. It takes the part of P3 where the characters are shown to be suffering in their arcs but more as a result of external forces, and combined it with P4 where everybody is suffering due to their own repressed thoughts and twisted desires. In P5, people are not only in denial about the severity of the situations they get into, but are also at the mercy of society and its unfair inhabitants that love to exploit the system and everybody else's twisted desires. Also, it's a little symbolic, that Tartarus went so high up in the sky - you're trying to meet up with and beat back god. Then in Mementos, you have to keep going deeper and deeper underground, because everybody shoves their darkest, most twisted desires and thoughts deep into the back of their minds. And then at the end, you're up above ground and into the sky again, to fight another god. And then, the characters were another area I felt P5 did better than P4 and P3. I miiiight've mentioned it before, but I kind of love everybody and their big dumb friendship? In P3, everybody was close to each other, but it felt like they didn't really interact that much outside of the MC, or maybe, they didn't feel that close? But they were still pretty endearing, and their character arcs were integrated well with the plot. I loved how everybody's Personas transformed as a part of the story, it felt like everybody was fleshed out. In P4, everybody had their insecurities thrown out there, for all of Inaba to see. They all naturally became closer as a result, but they still didn't feel like they were that close? Like, Yosuke and Yu were best friends, Chie and Yukiko were best friends, and then you had the Kanji-Naoto-Rise trio, which even then felt more like Kanji was the center of. Even with their big group, everybody felt like they had their own specific friends. Like after Yu left, it feels like they wouldn't really interact much outside of their own individual close friendships within the team. In comes P5, where everybody not only feels like they have plot relevance, but they all talk to each other on their own. Like, you see Ryuji getting scolded by Makoto in and out of the group chats, Ryuji having that cute talk with Ann in Hawaii about the types of girls/guys they like, you got Futaba and Yusuke bickering over stuff and somehow getting along, Makoto and Ann getting crepes, and then there's Haru and how she calls Makoto Mako-chan, like??? Just drive around in Mementos for an hour, just a single hour, and it feels like everybody talks to everybody and like they all love each other? It's so simple, yet showing them talking with each other without the MC having to be in the conversation makes them feel like an actual group of friends rather than a squad or a team where everybody joins and stays specifically for you. And while that's definitely something to chalk up to general improvement, it's also important to note because that's something specific to this game that they want you to feel and understand - this is a group of outcasts that feel like they have have nobody they can turn to, and they tell us this in game a few times too. This game is specifically designed to make them all trust and love each other, because they have nobody else that will accept them. They're supposed to feel like this wonderful found family. Heck, the end of P5 where the MC turns himself in? That was beautiful, because everybody still functioned even without him. Sure they panicked, but they pulled themselves together and proved they were competent enough without him and that also showed how much they were able to communicate with each other. I love it. I'm actually looking forward to a few of the inevitable spinoff cash grabs it'll have, because it'll give me more time to spend with everybody. And then the protagonists of the games also felt pretty bland in comparison. Sure, they're still "pick your answer" self inserts to a degree, but the protagonist of P5 was actually very confident, a little theatrical, and sometimes smug (his "You jelly?" option to Ryuji at the beginning was hilarious). Yu doesn't have much of a character in game outside of the calm, level-headed leader from what I remember. Minato (gonna call him that cause we already got a Makoto) felt a little more snarky and more apathetic, but most of his character is expanded on in the movies rather than the actual game. Anyways I don't feel like going back and rereading everything I wrote (feel free to tell me if it reads really badly/awkwardly or if I messed something up) but to sum it up: P5 feels like it refined P3 and P4, like it really melded the two games well, the phantom thieves are a much better friend group than the other games and that was intentional, Akira is full of himself and I love it, and P5 is the best persona so far.
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jelly-mix · 3 years
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Finished P5 today. Had some doubts around the 90hr Mark but damn, it was worth it.
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O Hey! Look! its the bitch!
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I think the Word you're lookin for Futaba is "Girlboss"
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jelly-mix · 3 years
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Shido is the most obviously evil person is this entire game. Like, i first saw his face and immidiently thought “He did everything, nothing happened yet but he did”  I just finished Futabas Palace and im 100% sure he is behind that fake note.
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