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had to get some food so thsi si late... i lterally gluedm yself to my chair to finish this LMAOAO
all of the not-dialogue is just straight up lines frm featherman seeker LMAOOO just rearranged
this takes place during 3rd semester (see: infiltration log on wall on 4th page, also their winter clothes strewn around akira's room) after drawing it i was rereading like oh u cld prob see this as like post-third semester but nah i intended it to be such BECAUSE
i rock w the canon that sumire has no clue abt akechi's past and black mask and the mental shutdowns and shido and the engine room she doesnt know hes supposed to be dead, that he sacrificed himself, etc. so ofc shes going thru the game like yayyy featherman yay and her sort of naivete Gets thru to goro. i imagine this is like idk a game he played in childhood bc he was a featherman fan but now revisiting it bc sumire wanted to try it, hes like. damn. this kinda. uh. well thats crazy how things line up. so i think it kinda grates at him but sumi's excitement and like. enjoyment! of it kinda helps him also enjoy it more
SO LIKE He knows he's going to die. He knows thats how grey pigeon's story ends. but he's happy here, and now, with the people he loves, so that makes it All right for now. it's a sad story but it's the good ending.
also i forgor how/where/when goro exactly Actualizes back into existence but can u imagine if he spawned right into the winter wonderland of shibuya square like (head in hands) smth so like. isolating abt it. in a crowd of ppl being excited over christmas and hes like what the hell im supposed to be Dead right now.
also "you are not alone" in the first panels very important..... right under hte panel w goro and sumi side by side :') yea
ryuji and ann holding akira back. YEA.
i really like the 3rd slide. the colors mmmm BUT YEAH so its goro/akira fighting/saving sumire, hanging out at jazz jin, last stand against adam kadmon, then goro holding sumi and akira's hands in the snow, then them smiling :') kinda like a procession of memories, or to-be memories or whatever
ANYWAY this is also like part of my whatever canon divergence where the royal trio section of 3rd sem is just longer for no reason . (aka: the thieves take longer to win over to their side, idk maruki gives u a longer time on the deal, etc etcetc.) just more royal trio time :3
sumibun akimeow and gorodog in 4th img... hidden.... also tennis rackets. ALSO THE LITTLE POLAROIDS Important. and all their clothes! i imagine they stay over at leblanc A Lot. akira prob convinces sojiro to Keep morgana at his house LOL and he handles the business and stuff just so they can have their safe haven while they struggle to try and win the thieves back and infiltrate the palace etc . (I kinda have a comic or something in the works for this)
more abt dialogue choices
"it's tough for a tutorial stage" - this means smth. i didnt think this thru 100% ASKJDHASDKJA but its to do w akechi's life and how everything was so fucking difficult for him as a kid when it shouldnt have been.
"is the second phase giving you trouble" - also smth to do w akechi. (As u can see these are all half baked metaphors) smth to do w his 'second life" aka: third semester being Difficult. because now he has sumire and akira and he doesn't want to leave them, so dying the 2nd time is gonna suck real bad.
people make binghe too cool in modern aus. he should be irrevocably weird. he has no interest in friends he's too busy trying to become a housewife. he spends all his free time drawing himself and laoshi on deviantart yaoi bases and updating his followers on his absurdly weird teacher crush community account (he's a microcelebrity because people are expecting him to snap and kill someone). sy is aware of both of these accounts but just thinks binghe is overly affectionate (he had a hard childhood it would be wrong for sy to brush him off!!). binghe abruptly disappears off the face of the internet and everyone thinks he died and he gets youtube essays made on him and then he comes back like nothing happened 6 years later with wedding pictures. only after this do people connect him with a cooking youtube channel centered around making meals for the poster's "beloved," who apparently was the teacher this whole time. he never posts again
"he would not fucking say that" but about injuries. he would not fucking recover that quickly. those scars would not fucking heal like that. he would not be fucking able bodied after that. he would not be fully lucid after that.
Something a lot of people mistakenly believe is that Akechi enjoys the work he does for Shido and that he takes the orders to kill without any resentment or regret. These text messages shed some light on the way he thinks and show that this is not actually the case.
Unfortunately, these texts are entirely missable if you finish the treasure route to Sae's Palace too early. As a result, this crucial characterization is often overlooked and people take what they know about characters like Persona 4's culprit and Persona 3's traitor and assume that Akechi is playing it straight.
But even without these obscure texts, it's not like the game is subtle about this. Akechi's lack of freedom and agency is a recurring aspect of his character that people will often cast aside because it's much easier to boil him down to "crazy serial killer" than actually look at the complexity of his situation and his own victimhood.
Throughout his Royal confidant, Akechi's perfectly crafted mask cracks several times. Moments like this show him offering an out, even if he's MUCH happier if you don't consider it.
He doesn't WANT Joker to change. As much as he claims to hate Joker, he admires his convictions. Wishes he had what Joker had. Wishes he could have been more like him. See: the Gun About rank up where he mentions how he used to want to be a hero of justice.
The creepy smiles and shit you see on 11/20 and in parts of the engine room are another mask Akechi wears. Akechi ALWAYS swaps out his masks to best serve his situation. Yet he still tells Shido not to kill the thieves, that Morgana is just a cat, and is perfectly content to leave them alone, and after his fight in the engine room, when the mask literally breaks...
We see his regrets on full display. He isn't proud. He's done making excuses. All those little times the mask broke in the Royal confidant were ways to set up this moment. He genuinely cares SO much about Joker, but that caring was dangerous to his objectives, so he HAD to hate him. He HAD to want to kill him to achieve his objective, and yet...
He still cares. He's putting out spikes in third sem, no doubt because he suspects his own fate should they destroy Maruki's world, but...
Oh my god thank you for this. I get so mad when people insist you should do the Palaces right away that I want to spit.
Not just Sae's Palace, but all the Palaces have these additional "prompt chats" buried in the game flow. They only play if you have not completed the infiltration. And yeah, sometimes they're boring, just "wow, we really should do that Palace, huh?"
But sometimes they're not. And these four in Sae's Palace are so critical. For instance, did you know that Akechi is systematically murdering people on the PT ranking list during the Sae's Palace mission?
There are a ton of references to this in October, actually, but they suffer from "having a mental shutdown" being translated as "losing their mind" or similarāa common error. But this is what the hysterical references to the PTs being murderers are all aboutāit's not just Okumura, it's that Akechi has been sent to whip up the public again by killing people listed on the Phan-Site.
And that's made explicit in this 11/3 chat, where Ryuji and Akechi use ę®ŗć korosu, "to kill"āthese people are being murdered. And there are a lot of them.
gasps for air
At some point I want to go into this but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T DO THE INFILTRATIONS RIGHT AWAY. Save them for the first day your playable confidants refuse to hang out with youāthat way you have plenty of time and you don't sacrifice slots that you could have used to level a playable confidant.
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something i love about akeshu is the "i know you know" of it all. them being rivals makes very little sense outside of the context of joker being the leader of the phantom thieves, and yet he is the one who proposed that they be rivals. because akechi already knows, and joker knows he knows. their "rivalry" is a game, they're friends hanging out but they're playing a game, how much can they dance around the issue, how much can they say, how blatant can they be without losing that veneer of plausible deniability. but it's not just that, because joker, who is observant enough to notice the discrepancy between what hand akechi shook with and what hand he played pool with, definitely noticed that akechi heard morgana. so akechi thinks he's winning because his secrets aren't part of their game, but they are, because joker knows. he knows what akechi means when he says, "if i'm going to take you out." it's their game. he never tells his other friends, because this is about them. they're friends. akechi talks about murdering him over the phone and they still hang out. they duel in memetos with apparent lethal intent, akechi confesses his hatred to joker, then invites him to jazz jin a week later. he doesn't want to kill his friend, his rival in this game, but a couple days later, he puts a bullet through joker's head anyway.
i know you know, but you don't know i know.
when did it stop being a game, i wonder? did it ever?
ive talked about this before but it is truly crazy that yoo jonghyuk was a famous gamer pre apocalypse. imagine youre in an apocalypse scenario, traumatized out of your mind, having just committed at least one murder, surrounded by monsters and gods you can barely comprehend. imagine youve finally got your hands on a pretty decent weapon that you hope can keep you alive after an arduos trial, and for once things are looking up. now imagine jerma from twitch shows up, holds a sword to your neck and tells you to give him your weapon or hes gonna fucking kill you. imagine after that you run into him again and hes having a gay as hell moment with the most average looking guy ever, who youve heard through the grapevine might be the most powerful king and/or his boyfriend. we were robbed of his fans reactions actually
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Iām so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down Iām so mad.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerpā¦. Donāt ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Donāt wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNINGĀ
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they arenāt worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. Iām yelling so loud and now Iām crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I canāt take anymore. Iām opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that āI HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDSā, āTHEY ALL KISS MEā, and āTHEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURRā.
and letās not forget the āBlaizā and her āwicked tatā, or that he doesnāt āwanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever againā, and that this is āthe FINAL FUCKING WARNINGā.
āthe goo pile that is now your bodyā
iām dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, itāll be fun.
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. Iām clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and heās muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals Iām still Ā at the bar. You look to the exit, thereās still time. But thereās not, thereās not, thereās not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. Ā I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I havenāt shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and Iām missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, itās like that only instead of boots itās my muscles and instead of walking itās punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your familyā¦ Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insultedĀ theĀ Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playingā¦ no playing you fuck. No playingā¦ it was real.. the realest thing Iāve ever know.. feltā¦ Love. I loved themā¦ Blaizā¦. Chas-Chasā¦ Funkā¦ I loved all three of emā¦ but theyā¦*My face is wet with tears and Iām blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left meā¦ leftā¦ *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?!Ā *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging.Ā āPft, you brought this upon yourself dude.ā He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left meā¦ * I fall to the floor and sob.*
Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
somehow this guy was the most considerate carjacker in all of Baltimore. did he pull a gun on me? yeah. but he let me keep my phone and my wallet, and when he was driving away he rolled down the window and yelled at me "REPORT YOUR CAR STOLEN!" (the cops were confused and laughed when I told them this)
I told my husband @beemovieerotica that's what great about Baltimore, the crime is streamlined here.
the youth today, they have no class. these zoomers don't understand social cues and good manners. it takes a real upstanding citizen to rob your car at gunpoint and then immediately yell at you how to resolve your current dilemma. that's called community building
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so many punchlines in this fandom boil down to "haha airplane shitty author" and i feel like it's important to remember that SQH was writing pure porn because it literally paid his rent and mister NEET third son of wealthy family-Shen Yuan actually had no business criticising him for it as harshly as he did, especially considering that, you know, nobody was forcing him to read PIDW. obviously SQH had no way of knowing that his little fictional world would come to life - he wrote tragic backstories because, again, it paid his rent. in the end SY literally got to marry his ultimate blorbo and still dares complain??
idk i'm just feeling emotional over airplane today :')
"Itās just that he really, truly loved this story heād written." (airplane extras)
For clarity since some people are discussing in the notes: the good tragic backstories - like Qi-Ge and Xiao Jiu - did not pay the rent. The super ridiculous how-many-parents-has-Binghe-lost-now nonesense tragedies for wives backstories did.
But yeah, ultimately, if you read SY's POV and go "Well this silver spoon sucker must be absolutely right about the quality this poor person can produce based entirely off what they're doing just to scrape by must be accurate" ...you're classist and I worry about how you view irl people who put out less than their best because it's all that they have the time and energy for while struggling to stay housed.
SY's narration does the equivalent of a jerk pointing at a fast food worker struggling to carry the jerk's giant order of junk food and saying "you must be a terrible cook, I'm so glad I'm better than you" while said fast food worker seethes because they do, in fact, have a culinary degree but the economy means they can't get a job at a better restaurant. And also because minimum wage fast food employees are still skilled workers no matter what richer people think.
I agree with the root of this but I do think it's missing some nuance in Shen Yuan's specific unique brand of haterism and why he caught Airplane's interest so much. PIDW was pretty widely panned by all of its readership, as we know from the Airplane extras:
That's right, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky's newest masterpiece, Proud Immortal Demon Way, was the perfect example of a novel with many haters but even more fans. It was the sort of work everyone called "a popular novel with a terrible reputation"...
#1 Ten Years of Reading Sharpens One Sword [OP]: After reading novels online for close to ten years, I've never read a cultivation novel shittier than Proud Immortal Demon Way... Fuck the logic, fuck the writing, and fuck the author's integrity.
Book 4, pg. 140
PIDW was regarded as objectively bad writing, even by Airplane himself, and regularly attracted vitriol even harsher than what Peerless Cucumber would write. Shen Yuan wasn't a notable hater in that he was the most vitriolic, though his criticisms were definitely numerous and harsh, but because he specifically was a hater WHILE undeniably loving PIDW:
In the end, [Airplane] concluded: This guy was just like a woman married to a disappointing husband; she itched to jump on his back to grab and shake him by the neck, filled with love and hate as she simultaneously kissed and spat on him.
Book 4, pg. 148
Shen Yuan's haterism stems from the fact that he, against all odds, genuinely believes Airplane is at his core a good writer with good ideas. His frustration comes from the multilayered issue that from his POV, Airplane is choosing to be a bad writer. Of course, we as the readers know that he didn't have much of a choice because unfortunately artistic merit doesn't always pay, but Shen Yuan never actually interacted with Airplane in their first lives, so he is admittedly working on incomplete information there. This is expressed in his typical tsundere way, but it comes across plainly in his hyper fixation on the setting and characters of PIDW, the parts he deems untainted by the later spiraling into constant porn without plot. In essence, he's not mad because he ordered fast food from a fast food worker and is complaining about the quality, he's mad because he knows the fast food worker has a culinary degree and could be working at a 5 star restaurant yet is making fast food regardless.
I like to think that Phoenix didnāt necessarily suspect Kristoph at the start of the 7 year gap. Phoenix gets disbarred while Edgeworth is away, he has to suddenly care for this 8 year old girl, heās got a lot on his mind and suddenly the brother of the guy who disbarred him offers his support. Phoenix is a trusting individual, I think he took that support.
I think the realization hits him in a flash, maybe three years into the gap. Edgeworth is visiting, heās sitting on the couch when he hears a loud crash. He rushes over to see Phoenix sitting on the floor, the remains of a broken dish surrounding him. He looks dazed, lost in thought, horrified. Edgeworth tries to get his attention, grabbing his arms to help him up. Edgeworth asks Phoenix what happened. Phoenixās head snaps upward to Edgeworth, looking him dead in the eye.
I HAVE to clarify I imagine Phoenix sitting on the floor, back leaned against the cabinets and head hanging. The exact same position Mia was in when she died.
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