arsenal i love you

cupcakes are totally a breakfast food


– Guess this is our only way out.

– After you, then.

Lupin III: Jigen’s Gravestone | dr. Takeshi Koike

anonymous asked:

Hello there! May I request a small scenario in which Akira's s/o is a Persona-user as well and the first time they got to see Akira in action with Arsene, they sort of geeked out over the two of them? Reason being, s/o was an avid reader and their favorite book series was about the original gentleman thief Arséne Lupin. (S/O would probably attempt to hug the menacing looking Persona tbh- S/O stop- He isn't the real Arséne-)

Hello! TBH I’d be so down to hug Arsène too. *_* Sorry if this isn’t small enough, I had a bit too much fun with this cute request lolol. Enjoy!!

Edit: When will I stop forgetting gifs. orz

The colossal castle appeared increasingly more grim when accompanied by the dim, amethyst illumination of the hazy moonlight. S/O was well aware of the corruption that had lodged itself in the Metaverse; however, they had great difficulty in growing accustomed to such repulsive displays of desire. Can these adults really claim the title of ‘human’ even after being tainted by this excessive distortion…?

A squeeze from a crimson gloved hand snapped S/O out of their trance, and they locked eyes with their partner-in-crime.

“Are you ready?” he inquired; the fierce glint of determination in his jet-black eyes contradicted his gentle tone of voice.

S/O nodded. “Lead the way, Joker.” The beloved leader smiled, and after giving their hand a final squeeze, Joker charged forward with S/O at his heels.

S/O had to admit that they were a trifle nervous; this was their first mission with Joker, and they were doubtful that they could exceed his expectations. However, their thief garb instilled a kind of rebellious confidence in them that they wouldn’t ordinarily have in reality, so they cast aside their uncertainty and reasserted their focus.

The two lurked in the shadows and fused with the darkness as they explored the crude castle. Eventually, they stumbled upon an enemy hindering their way forward; hence, Joker flashed the signal for an ambush to S/O, then he pounced at the Shadow from the rear and tore the mask from its face, thereby revealing its genuine form. S/O had no time to be impressed; the duo was now engaged in combat.

S/O attacked first, grasping their mask with a leer as cyan flames erupted from it and lapped at their leather-covered hand. “Persona!” they exclaimed, and the trickster within them manifested to deal massive damage.

Joker smirked from their eagerness, and he refused to resist the compulsion to show off in front of S/O. Truthfully, he had already encountered this particular opponent; therefore Joker knew it’s weakness was curse magic, so he called upon…

“Arsène!” Joker’s powerful voice was like thunder as the gentleman thief evinced himself and cast a hex on the Shadow. S/O’s eyes widened with recognition, but Joker commanded them to join him for an All-Out Attack, so they obliged and the foe had been obliterated.

“Joker!” S/O called as they dashed toward him. “W-was that Arsène?! The Arsène?! From the novels?!” They clung onto his scarlet hands, and desperation was laced in their voice. “C-Can I talk to him? Please?”

Joker was speechless for a moment, but a twinkle of amusement danced in his onyx eyes as he chuckled, “I believe he’s the one you should be asking.”

Without further ado, Joker summoned the notorious phantom thief of legend. S/O warily approached the Persona, then they outstretched a gloved hand. “I-it’s nice to meet you, A-Arsène. I-I-I’m a big fan,” they stuttered, eliciting an expression of adoration from Joker; S/O was unbelievably cute from his perspective.

Arsène questioningly peered at Joker as he descended from his former levitation and gently clasped S/O’s hand to shake it. “P-perhaps I should take this time to clarify that I am not the genuine Arsène. I am a mere figment of imagination, my dear.”

“M-my dear?” S/O repeated dreamily, a rosy flush brightening their cheeks.

“You can hug him if you like,” Joker chimed, his tone laden with mischief.

Arsène glowered at him as he scolded, “Now just hold on a minute, boy-” The Persona was interrupted by a pair of arms snaking around his waist, and he peeked down at the blushing thief before him. His gaze softened as he tenderly pat S/O’s head. “Perchance, should you ever desire to speak with me, I shall graciously indulge you with the charming tales of my triumphant excursions. Would that prove sufficient, my dear?” 

S/O peered up at him with stars in their eyes. “Y-yes, sir! Thank you!”

Arsène gently detached himself from S/O and delicately pressed the back of their hand to his mouth, imitating a kiss. “Until we meet again, darling.” 

With a flash of electric blue flame the gentleman thief vanished, leaving S/O alone with Joker. They pivoted toward him, quite dazed and flustered. “J-Joker… oh my god. Is this real? D-did I just meet…?“ They shook their head in an attempt to dispel their reverie. “Actually being able to summon one of the most infamous tricksters… you’re incredible, Joker.”

The Phantom Thief bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck. “It’s nothing. Just let me know if you ever want to chat with him. Although, I may get a bit jealous,” he teased as he tugged S/O closer to him.

A giggle bubbled out of them .“Don’t worry; my heart has already been stolen by my favorite gentleman thief.” S/O pecked Joker’s lips, and a rosy hue dusted his cheeks for the duration of the couple’s infiltration.


Arsène Lupin III (ルパン三世, Rupan Sansei) is the grandson of Arsène Lupin. He is the world’s most wanted gentleman thief. He sometimes appears incompetent, but mostly as a charade to catch his opponents off guard. His infatuation with women, and Fujiko Mine in particular, is perhaps his biggest weakness, as it often lands him in undesirable situations. He continues his grandfather’s grand legacy of thievery.

The Phantom Thieves of Legends - Intros (cont.)

*Thor smashing glass* Another! This is more introductory stuff where we meet the rest of the Personas, so I hope you all like this one too! Enjoy! First part is here!


“I do hope you’re not planning on starting without me.”

An enchanting voice that resounded like chimes in a gentle breeze approached the table which Arsène, Carmen, and Kidd were seated at, prepared to discuss the object of interest for a most promising heist. The trio certainly had no need to glance up to discern the source of the voice; alas they had done it anyway, as 

Milady de Winter commanded a presence that one couldn’t simply ignore. As per usual, she was absolutely striking; even the most ethereal goddess would quiver with envy. Her short, strawberry-blonde locks captured the sunset, and her doe-like eyes reflected the formidable waking sea. The cunning spy sported an ornate gown, colored with pink and black in addition to golden adornments. Milady was fanning herself with her signature accessory, as the other was now in Arsène’s grasp, receiving a delicate kiss on the back.

“Fashionably late, I presume?” he inquired, casting a wink at her.

Milady sealed her fan shut and tapped the tip of it to her full lips, emitting an amused giggle. “You know me entirely too well, Arsène. It’s always a delight to see you.”

“Milady!” Carmen exclaimed breathily, ensnaring the new arrival with an embrace. “Oh, how I’ve missed you! You look dazzling, I adore what you’ve done with your hair. The shorter length suits you.”

Milady plastered a pair of kisses on each of Carmen’s cheeks prior to returning the embrace. “You’re like an angel that walks the earth, love. I’ve missed you, my dear. I trust these two haven’t given you too much trouble?”

The gypsy snickered into her palm as she retracted to make eye contact. “You needn’t worry; I’ve got them under control.”

“'These two’ are still present, you know,” Kidd grunted, reluctantly sipping his bitter coffee.

Milady’s gaze fell upon the convicted pirate, who simply raised an eyebrow and awaited her inevitably snarky reply. “My goodness, William, you don’t look a day over fifty!”

“Devil curse me of this ridicule; you’re older than I, and I’ve barely grazed thirty,” Kidd countered, his bottom lip protruding to form a slight, indignant pout.

Milady snickered into her gloved hand, planting herself on the chair Arsène had retrieved for her. “You look far younger with that adorable grimace on your face, William. And in regard to your rather rude announcement of my age, I am only older by a few months.”

“Aye, that’s true, but you have yet to act like it, princess,” Kidd jested, the faintest trace of a smirk dancing upon his lips. He certainly wasn’t wrong; Milady devotedly fancied fairy tales and the like, therefore she would often dress the part of a princess in order to replicate the flamboyance of royalty.

Right as Milady was about to huff out an indignant remark, the tinkling bells of the cafe door resonated throughout the venue, implying that more people had arrived. Indeed, two individuals were curiously eyeing the occupied table, prompting Arsène to stroll over to them. 

“You both must have encountered quite a bit of traffic, seeing as even Milady had arrived before you.”

“England has been exceptionally cautious regarding the migration of her people due to the tense relations with France, and I was only visiting. You can imagine how strenuous the journey back to the Vatican will be,” the woman sighed. Her coffee-colored hair was neatly knotted into a crown braid, with the remainder of it snaking down her shoulder and clavicle. Ruby irises glistened with a suppressed excitement at the prospect of seeing her friends once more, and she bore a simple yet elegant monochrome gown.

The petite individual adjacent to her nodded in agreement. “Yes, and navigating my way through the Middle East was no easy feat, either. Granted, I did seem to stumble upon numerous distractions. I was fortunate to have run into Joan while wandering around this city. Apologies,” they finished frivolously, adjusting their spectacles as they flashed a pearly, toothy grin that contrasted their sun-kissed skin. 

Al Azif, better known as Necronomicon, was an eccentric scholar that ventured throughout the world in pursuit of research, and their vast wealth of knowledge and intelligence could be considered alien. Underneath the headdress that was wrapped atop their head, their silky raven hair was rebelliously fashioned into a low side ponytail that ended just below their chest. Baggy black pants and a fluttery olive long-sleeved shirt completed the modest look.

“For being the eldest, you’re not imposing a very sterling example. Is your age getting the better of you already?” Arsène teased.

Al playfully hunched their back and emanated a raspy voice in an attempt to mimic a wizened elder, “My boy, when you grow to be my age, you’ll understand.” Ironically, their appearance seemed like they had not even struck their twenties yet.

“Perhaps I will have better luck aging,” Arsène heartily chuckled. “Try not to break your hip on the way to the table.”

A pair of men abruptly sauntered through the entrance of the cafe, and everyone had focused their attention on the intruders; one wore a black suit and possessed uncharacteristically cerulean cat-like eyes; the taller male was dressed in black samurai attire with blue garnishments, and his ebony hair (with navy undertones) was tidily styled into a high bun, exposing his prominent facial features. 

The samurai spoke first, his velvety, cathartic voice wafting through the air like a gentle mist. “I apologize for my tardiness, but Japan is quite a ways from here.”

The black clad man next to him shook his head prior to discarding his hat. “Señor Goemon claims that, but I happened to witness him staring quite intently at a pigeon just outside of this cafe. He would have been arrested for frightening bystanders had I not heroically saved the day.”

Goemon grimaced resentfully, procuring a pipe from underneath his vestments as he admonished, “Mock all you like, Zorro; nature is a beautiful phenomenon in its plethora of forms.”

“That is, until that very form decides to relieve its bowels on that pretentious head of yours,” Zorro teased, hanging his jet-black sombrero on the rack and gallantly gliding to the table.

“The nerve…!” Goemon seethed, igniting the base of his pipe and puffing out smoke with a scowl embedded on his soft lips.

Arsène chuckled prior to approaching the disgruntled samurai, then he leaned to his ear and mischievously whispered, “If you wish to enact your revenge on him, I’d be delighted to aid you. After all… that bastard robbed me of my succulents.”

Goemon’s silver eyes widened in blatant disbelief and horror. “Th-that fiend…! Not the succulents…!” He glared daggers at the back of Zorro’s ebony head. “Say the word, Arsène, and I will strike that barbarian down to hell.”

The gentleman thief desperately strained to choke back his imminent laughter; he felt the thinnest shred of shame for preying on Goemon’s gullibility, but his immense satisfaction from the successful prank greatly outweighed his inhibitions. Besides, he wasn’t lying about the succulents; they were resting safely on the windowsill of his stolen villa. 

“I will keep you informed, my dear Goemon. In the meantime, let us join the others. There is much to discuss, and Kidd is but a mere moment away from enduring an aneurysm.”

Kidd didn’t even grant him the satisfaction of reacting as he murmured into his coffee, “It’s only made worse by your incessant bantering. You are aware that I’m being hunted by the French?”

Meanwhile, Arsène had escorted Goemon to the table and promptly reclaimed his seat. “I can’t imagine why, the guards’ standards must have plummeted recently.” Kidd’s irritated stare bore through Arsène and he hurriedly retracted his statement. “I apologize, William, but please be at ease. Milady and I have taken the necessary precautions and eliminated any chance of your discovery. Trust us; we will not allow them to take you,” the thief concluded, a determined conviction flickering in his eyes. 

As much as he adored ruffling his comrades’ feathers, Arsène treasured them infinitely more than any material possession he had acquired through his years of thievery.

Kidd’s expression softened as he bobbed his head in understanding, and Arsène proceeded with explaining the ‘grand scheme’. 

“Now, onto the subject of why I have gathered you all here. You all have been graciously performing favors for me without any explanation, and I thank you for your trust in me, my friends. With your combined efforts, I was able to discern the precise location of a lost treasure that was initially thought to be a simple legend…”

anonymous asked:

omg?? you're talking about the personas now?? YESSS I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS but like what would you think the personas would do while idle/not in battle? would they just hover around with their hosts and comment on their observations of humans or chat to another persona if they were gathered?? (also holy shit I love you your writing is awesome and you're such a fun person to talk to <3 <3)

*Akihiko voice* OKAY, NOW!!! lolol BUT O M G I’ve thought about this too and I think most of the time the Personas just lurk in the Thieves’ minds. they pick their dialogue options too If everyone is gathered at the hideout, all the Personas can be heard in everyone’s heads since their ‘hosts’ are within such a close proximity. For example, Goemon and Carmen could be ranting to each other about the lackluster hairstyles nowadays, but Ryuji could hear them too if he’s within range. 

ALSO I think the Personas can chat with each other regardless of distance, but their hosts can’t hear any Persona other than their own. Like Akira’s just sitting in class and then he hears ‘I refuse to be tied down… well, perhaps that’s debatable depending on the circumstances.~’ and Akira’s just like???? Arséne W H A T are you talking about??? And Arsène’s just like ‘Pardon me, I was speaking with my dear Johanna regarding the intricacies of ramen. You see, boy, she believes that the traditional variations retain some of the most exquisite flavors; I, however, refuse to limit myself to such dull standards. Perchance, were you aware that there is ramen that can be infused with pizza flavoring?’ Akira just stares blankly into the void for a minute in utter disbelief before he thinks ‘…Is there really pizza-flavored ramen?’ then arsene’s like ‘gotcha lolol’

AND ANOTHER THING I think all the Personas speak in their native languages at random intervals?? Like Carmen just starts chatting with Milady in French. Or Johanna just starts rambling to Goemon in German/Greek/Latin she’s very educated and Makoto’s like??? Can you teach me that please so I can put it on my resume???

Anyway, I want to go on, but I’ll save it for another time. lol BUT YOU ARE SUCH A BIG CUTIE THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU TOO DARLING. <333 I’m having so much fun talking to you too!!! ;A; I hope we speak again!!