Chapter 17 Of Entwined Hearts Is Out After Almost A Year Of Hiatus.

Chapter 17 of Entwined Hearts is out after almost a year of hiatus.

Thank you to the readers who still want to continue reading this series.

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Entwined Hearts || Persona 5 - Ch. 17: Étoile

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Entwined Hearts || Persona 5 | Ch. 17: Étoile

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Hihi, Can I get a fem reader who loves to knit and repair Makoto Yuki's clothing or makes cute stuff for him. And how she always knitting something in his arms or just cuddles up to him drabbles?

A Love By Hand

Fandom(s): Persona 3

P3 Male Protagonist x Fem Reader

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Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, comfort, soft P3 Protagonist, domesticity, cuddling & snuggling, knitting.

Warnings: None.

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Eyebrows scrunched as you concentrated, the knitting needles in your hands fell easily into a routine as the time went by. Nothing but comfortable silence enveloped the room as you concentrated on your task. But you weren’t alone, next to you was Makoto, who was currently leaning his head against your shoulder as you sat together on his bed, seeming to doze off with closed eyes.

It was almost evening, but fortunately S.E.E.S weren’t planning to head to the Dark Hour today, meaning you and your dear boyfriend could relax for the time being. You knew how busy Makoto can be, how it seemed he’d be pulled in every direction with the many things he had to do. Daily the quiet boy would leave the dorms and school to go somewhere or meet someone. It made you admire his commitment of responsibility and work ethic. He always tried his best and worked hard despite his behaviour that he didn’t care. But you always made sure to remind him to take breaks every once in a while. You didn’t want Makoto to burn himself out to satisfy his confidants’ needs. Including yourself.

Now he may not look it, he especially did his best to make time for you in his crowded schedule. To spend doing anything together, even if it was nothing extravagant or important, it still mattered all the same.

Like right now, where the two of you were snuggling up with his blanket over your laps, two almost empty cups of hot chocolate nearby, and some movie that was playing as background noise on your laptop. It filled you with peace despite the ever growing dangers presented by the Dark Hour.

“Are you sleeping, Mako..?” you whispered enough to reach his ears.

“.. Hmm.” your boyfriend responded.

“‘M almost done…” you say as your hands worked, wrapping up the finishing touches of your creation. “And there.”

You were pleased with how the sweater had turned out, spending the occasional time knitting a few things for Makoto to have. You’ve even stitched a shirt of his one time when there was a hole in it. Something that wasn’t common since your boyfriend took care of his things.

Makoto Yuki deserved nothing but good things in his life. That’s what you’ve always known and what you’ve wanted to do for him if you were able to. A great leader, a great friend, and an even wonderful boyfriend. Even if you’ve only known each other for almost a year, you didn’t think you could find anyone after Makoto.

Lifting his head from your shoulder, he turned his gaze to the clothing in your grasp. A single eye going over the details visible from his blue hair.

“It looks really nice.” Makoto complimented, hand touching the soft fabric.

“Can you try it on?” you asked eagerly.

“Okay.” he nods, shrugging his blazer off.

It fitted perfectly, purposefully a tad oversized to give cozy comfort. It was also the same colour as your eyes, which he personally requested.

Smiling proudly and fondly, you wrapping your arms his waist. Resting your ear against his heart, you heard it thrum.

Makoto returned your affection, softly yet firmly holding you close as he pressed his face against your hair, rubbing the back of your head. For someone who grew up away from physical touch since he was an orphan, it was foreign and unnatural. As much as he bonded with his confidants, he physically kept them at arms length. Even Aigis, who would follow him and guard his well-being, no one could turn Koromaru away, Junpei with his brazenness, and Elizabeth with all her eccentricity. But you changed that when he fell for you. Holding you felt natural and serene.

Just as you desired it, Makoto didn’t want to let go of you either.

“It fits well. I’ll keep it always.” he sincerely said.

A happy smile could not stop gracing your lips as a light blush spread your cheeks. Squeezing him a a little tighter, you hoped to have more of these moments come.

The Grace/Soul of Death

A/N: I might have the itch to write for this fandom once in a while. I enjoyed the show and can’t wait for the 2nd season. And yes, I made Azrael female here, because I wanted to.

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Lucifer Magne/Morningstar & (Sister)Azreal/Reader

Charlie Magne/Morningstar & (Aunt)Azreal/Reader

Summary: As the Archangel of Death, your purpose is to be the direct counterpart to God: creating the balance of nature. The end to his creations. Impartial and everlasting. For this, you’re the only one able to travel between the worlds of Heaven, Earth, and Hell freely. So even after your brother, Lucifer, became fallen, your relationship remained.

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Content: Fluff, sibling relationships, siblings, platonic relationships, mild angst, family, demons & angels, supernatural, comfort, afterlife, immortality.

Warnings: None.

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Compared to the rest of the archangels, you looked the most different among them, even for all the differences between you as siblings and not looking exactly alike.

With beautiful grey, six feathered wings and black hair, contrasting the ivory wings and lighter locks of your brothers and sisters.

Perhaps morbidly or ironically, you were incredibly beautiful. Many creatures alike tended to gawk upon seeing you for the first time. Your usual appearance seemed like a fantasy; a Greek statue or a painting, something almost surreal, which said a lot for an angel’s usual beauty.

Your looks were crafted to entice the living and the allure of the end. Tempting a person to willingly give up their soul like a siren to a sailor.

Earth is usually your domain, as Death primarily reigns over the world of the living.

You’re the only being able to traverse between all three realms of Heaven, earth, and hell without qualms or restraints.

Already dead souls perished by things like angelic weapons weren’t in your jurisdiction. Their lives had already been over.

Your appearance would morph to a human’s personal perception of death, whether it be their greatest fear, comfort, or something they didn’t consciously understand as their souls left their bodies.

Among the mortals over the years, you were called many names and visualized with different faces in cultures. Thanatos, Anubis, the Grim Reaper, Hel, depicted as a man in most times with a variety of names but their purposes were one and the same.

Even with the conception of Death being depressing and morbid, your name, Azrael, meant ‘Help from God’, and without you, the world would’ve gone chaotic without a balance.

It does get on your nerves about the many misconceptions and ignorance people have about you. The amount of arrogance one has for life is a headache.

You know every information about any and all souls. From their time of birth to death. It seemed intrusive but your photographic memory was a side effect to what you are.

Before Lucifer fell, you two were close. When he talked about his ideas, curiosity and dreams, you listened to them. Never scrutinizing or warning him to think too far compared to your siblings like Michael and Gabriel, or the other angels who were wary of his ideals.

You were impartial and unbiased with your job. You had to, death favoured no one.

As the physical manifestation of Death, you couldn’t disappear from existence yourself. Unlike angels of mortal souls, a pure blooded angel, an archangel at that, was made of grace instead of a soul. And archangels were born with a purpose, unlike humans.

Your main responsibility was to ensure death remained in the living world, though you yourself couldn’t decide where souls would go in the afterlife. Only their end of living.

You didn’t have to be present to every human’s end. Your very existence was what mattered to earth, like a plague taking its course each life in due time.

Compared to Michael, God’s right hand and chief of the angels, you had a bit of a closer relationship to your Father than one would think. Being created as his counterpart and all.

You wielded a weapon known as the Death Scythe, deadlier than angelic weapons and the sharpest blade that can cut anything. Even though a scythe was its usual form, you could change it to anything you wanted. With such a weapon, no could aside from yourself could even lift it.

You’ve made plenty of trips to Hell. Personally witnessing the Pride Ring grow and expand with sinners as Lucifer and Lilith ruled and made a new home and life.

Lucifer was happy that you never saw him any different unlike Heaven. He at least had one family member around. You were his favourite for staying by him all this time.

Your relationship with your other siblings weren’t as close as with Lucifer. You didn’t often see each other for being busy so it was rare to even be in the same room together.

Your family wasn’t the same after your brother’s descent.

His daughter, Charlie, even got to know you when you visited your brother. Referring to you as Aunt Rea. Curiously asking questions about the mortal realm and watching you and her dad do magic together for her.

You and Lilith were well acquainted with each other over the centuries, but you wouldn’t call yourselves particularly close. You did respect each other though.

The first time you reaped a mortal soul, which was Adam’s, it personally relieved you since that meant he was gone. He was a headache. But it cut short when you realized he was going to Heaven.

When Lucifer became hyper-fixated on ducks, you indulged on this hobby of his with him. Lending a hand on his duck-making and being the audience when he presented his creations.

He even made a rubber duck based on you. He keeps one beside his family version on his desk, giving you the other with another set of him and Charlie. You keep them in a safe place.

You’ve been to Lu Lu World, Lucifer’s other passion project that he took great pride in. Your brother still hates Mammon’s guts for making a ripoff off of it.

The Day of the Dead is actually your favourite mortal holiday. Which is something else for an immortal being surrounded by fleeting human traditions. It’s the holiday where humans don’t look down on death but understand the beauty and importance of it.

Along with celebrating the souls who mattered to the living, the vibrant colours, costumes, music, festivities, it was honestly on one of these rare time that you felt happy.

When Charlie came to you about her rehabilitation project, you unfortunately couldn’t offer much assistance. Since being the Angel of Death meant you could only be a neutral party.

You weren’t a fan of the Exterminators and Extermination Day. You thought Heaven was always too paranoid, and you still detested Adam when he somehow became the leader of that army. They made you releasing souls, sinners or not, to the afterlife seem pointless if they were to just cease existing because they wanted to.

One time someone had mistaken Adam for you, it got you severely peeved.

And for his bigmouth, Adam wasn’t stupid enough to pick a fight with Death herself.

When Lucifer and Lilith parted ways and Charlie became independent, you were your brother’s only frequent visitor when he got more reclusive.

For feeling disconnected with his daughter and lonesome, he was grateful you were still here with him. Even when time changes throughout your immortal lives, your familial love for each other stayed timeless. King of Hell, fallen angel, or the Devil, he will always be your brother.

what art thou's own opinion on the grandeth opening of persona 5: the phantom x

one craves for the opening of persona 6 but one will also be satisfied for now

I honestly have mixed and confused feelings about this. Look, I have to say, in my opinion, it feels a bit like a rip off of Persona 5 and the game’s legacy. It’s clearly a spin-off, but to base it off Persona 5 with no connection to the Phantom Thieves themselves? That’s only a speculation. But another group of the same circumstances as the Thieves? Of course the game hasn’t been released yet so nothing is concrete. I really don’t know what to feel about it. Though right off the bat the additional is odd, “The Phantom X”?

But I question the point of Atlus going in this direction. This new cast’ having Metaverse outfits. An owl is the mascot, we got a new Velvet Room, another female attendant (poor Theodore is truly outnumbered). The X Protagonist’s Persona honestly looked like a jellyfish to me the first time I saw it and I can’t stop seeing it that way. The design makes it so you’d have to look real close to notice it’s supposed to be humanoid. They’re clearly imitating the Phantom Thieves. If this guy’s the new Wildcard, it’d make sense to make it a full game of establishing confidants and rank. I really wonder where they’re going with this, and what’s added to the timeline/story of the Persona franchise when it seems like it copies too much of P5 itself and doesn’t give enough originality. The other cast’s Personas are also… interesting choices. Including the code names (are they actually serious? what kind of choice of names are those?).

While I am skeptical, I’ll probably go learn more about it when it comes out. We’ll see. Who knows what the game will reveal. It’s kind of you to ask my opinion about it, I like having these conversations.

i’m skeptical about p5X too, but Atlus isn’t the company mainly developing it, so hopefully this will be the time for them to work on p6 and not another p5 game

Yeah, but Atlus owns the series, so I’m sure they’d have to have the final say of what goes on. Making another P5 game is one thing. I know there have been talks about fans wanting P5 Arena, we already have Strikers, but to make a spin-off? Without the original crew? P5 was what brought great popularity to the Persona series with its new upgrades from P3 & P4, it’d be hard to top it but the company has most likely already been ahead in the planning. We’ll just have to see how it goes.

A question I seriously want to know because I’ve been debating myself over this for some time and I want to settle this:

For me I can’t quite decide myself. I use both names when I write for Joker, either because it’s requested or to simply show that there isn’t anything wrong with using either of them to address our P5 Protagonist.

Of course, through the majority of my writing of posts and my Entwined Hearts story, I use Akira Kurusu. It was the first name I learned of for Joker so it was familiar, but to me it sounded better. And it was, as far as I’m aware of, the first name for him when the manga adaptation came out after the game. Ren Amamiya was chosen by a producer for the anime because it held symbolism and meaning, which is what I liked about it.

Akira Kurusu meant “a killer kill”, it could also be “vessel of dawn” for the kanji in the name. I don’t know Japanese, the second meaning just came from a source. Ren Amamiya stood for “Rain Palace”. Obviously, Atlus chose Ren Amamiya for his name in Dancing Starlight and I suppose other places as well. Akira was only in the manga, and Akira is used by another character in Strikers. Sound and wording goes to Akira, but symbolism and representation is Ren.

So I kept thinking on whether or not I should switch the name in my story and how I think of him. And what better way to decide that by asking your take on this?