Hey love your blog so how would the Phantom Thieves react to finding out their S/O has a palace(or shadow)? Thanks you're one of my favorites writers!
JDFKHVKJLKFGH I’m honored that someone so wonderful and kind considers me as one of their fave writers???? Thank you for the request!! Please enjoy! WARNING: there’s mention of abuse and drugs, so please read at your own discretion.
Edit: I reworded part Futaba’s a little because the phrasing was a bit odd. This takes place AFTER her Palace. Thank you @sasgalula for addressing it! I hope it’s a bit more clear now!
He suspected nothing at first.
But then he began to notice that S/O’s behavior became very peculiar.
They attempted to disguise it behind an inauthentic smile, but Akira knew better.
S/O was more pessimistic than ever, and they had inevitably pushed him away.
He was determined to ease their mind, so he switched on the Metanav and entered their name.
It was a hit.
Akira felt his heart sink, but he knew he needed to do this. He bit his lip and anxiously named different places.
The app confirmed the keywords ‘S/O’s room’.
So they have Palace…
His worry drove him to hectically input a plethora of words; he needed to ascertain the ‘what’ now.
Something S/O had said in the past from when their behavior began to morph stuck out in his mind.
“I guess I’m really trapped here, aren’t I?”
He broke out into a cold sweat as he spoke the next word.
Reality rippled around him, and he dashed to S/O’s house post-haste.
But what greeted him wasn’t a house.
It was in fact a massive gilded prison with an absolute lack of windows and a grand door that could only be the entrance. It almost appeared to be a sanctuary.
Akira dropped his gaze down at his clothes. He had transformed into Joker now, and he felt a twinge of pain at the fact that S/O saw him as a threat.
But he was to determined to change their heart, even if he had to accomplish it alone.
So he did.
But all that was inside the decorative prison was a desolate void.
Akira held his breath and ventured on.
I will steal your heart no matter what it takes.
The couple had been fighting ceaselessly.
They argued in circles about trivial matters, and then S/O would isolate themselves due to their guilt.
Upset and clueless as to what else to do, Ryuji fired up the Metanav and spoke only their name.
The app replied with an an affirmative chime.
Their location was in Mementos.
He was relieved that a Palace was nonexistent, but he was also angry that he was incapable of preventing them from concocting a Shadow.
Damn it, I shoulda done something sooner!
Ryuji considered asking for assistance from Akira, but he came to the conclusion that he needed to fight this battle one-on-one.
He made his way to Mementos without a word.
Without a navigator to guide him, he experienced difficulty in finding them.
Fortunately, they weren’t very far from the entrance.
When he encountered them, he was determined to settle this with words. Even though it was only S/O’s shadow, he couldn’t bring himself to harm them.
Even though she saw it coming, Ann was shocked when she discovered that S/O had a not a Shadow, but a Palace.
They had been prone to apathy lately, shrugging off the suffering that life inflicted on others because “it had nothing to do with them”.
It was a stark contrast to how they usually were; Ann figured something bad must have triggered the sudden change in attitude.
But she never thought it would lead to them conjuring a Palace.
I’m going to get you back, she thought, nodding with a fierce conviction.
She figured out the ‘where’ easily enough, but the ‘what’ was a bit more difficult.
She racked her mind for possible answers, but ten it hit her.
“I’m drowning in a mess of my own problems, I don’t need to worry about anyone else’s.”
She felt reality distort around her, and she was suddenly plunged into the depths of the sea.
The fact that she could actually breathe pacified her, and the surrounding area was actually quite beautiful, but only one thought came across her mind:
I have to save them!
She eyed the utopia in the distance, and she made her way over there.
Don’t worry, S/O. I’m coming!
S/O had been gifting him with numerous art supplies and snacks with no context, so he should have known then.
But he chose to avert his eyes, thinking that it was impossible for S/O to perform such a criminal feat.
Yusuke couldn’t deny it anymore when followed them to the store and caught them in the act of thievery.
His heart shattered.
When they visited him at his dorm, he confronted them about it.
“What are you thinking?! Did you not consider what would happen if you were caught?”
S/O tried to justify their argument, but Yusuke was having none of their excuses.
They stormed out with tears in their eyes, and he was tormented by it.
He quickly pulled up the Metanav app to input their name.
Yusuke silently rises and exits his dorm room. Heavy rain drenches him as he journeys through Shibuya and warps to his destination.
Very well. If you’re going to continue stealing supplies, then I will just have to steal your heart.
Makoto knew that S/O was treated harshly at home.
She wasn’t blind. She saw the bruises.
What she didn’t expect was for their name to trigger a response from the Metanav.
“This must be a mistake…”
She wanted to deny any possibility of them having a Palace, but it was difficult when the evidence was staring her in the face.
But why them? Shouldn’t their awful parents have one instead?
Makoto types their names in, but Shadows are the only result she receives.
Sill in disbelief, she ponders potential keywords for S/O, and it hits her.
…S/O always talked about how living at home was an “uphill battle”.
When the Metanav affirmed the keyword, Makoto felt her insides burn with rage.
It wasn’t directed at S/O, but at the people that caused them to develop a Palace in the first place.
She was transported to the Metaverse, and she didn’t have to search very hard.
It was a dreary sight; fog was surrounding the mountain and it seemed as though time had stopped.
Makoto let her anger fuel her as she ascended up the Palace.
S/O… Once I’m finished here, I’ll deal with the people that did this to you.
When she found out that S/O had a Palace her mouth went dry, and she wanted nothing more than to hold them and comfort them.
She knew better than anyone else how painful it was to retain so much distortion, having had a Palace herself.
Futaba also knew how amazing it felt to be free from such contorted desires, so she was even more motivated to save S/O from themself… just as the Phantom Thieves had done for her.
S/O had been depressed for a while now, feeling lost and like their life had no direction…
Wait… could it be…?
“Is it… a maze?”
Futaba’s eyes started to water, but then she shook her head and wiped her tears.
“No… I can save that for later. Right now, I gotta go save them!”
Since her Persona had no offensive abilities, she had to request assistance from Akira. He accepted without hesitation, and the two teleported to the Metaverse.
She glared at the Palace as though it was her worst enemy.
“Let’s do this, Joker.”
Haru noticed that S/O had been participating in very sketchy things at night.
They always told her they were “out” or that they were working at the convenience store, but when Haru questioned one of the employees there, they said that they didn’t know anyone named S/O.
That’s when she decided to follow them one night, and she saw the drug exchange.
When she inquired them about it, they just told her to stay out of it and that it was ‘none of her business’.
Haru launched the Metanav and stuttered out their name.
She expected it, but a look of hurt and disappoint still washed over her face.
She traveled to Mementos without another word. The sooner the problem was dealt with, the better.
I want to know why you’re doing this… and why it’s bothering you so much. I want to help you, S/O… so please let me.
From the highest pillar palace in the land, a weary Saturn princess rests her pretty little head. Her view from the mountain top balcony is exquisite and she stands maternally, sympathetically, and lovingly guarding her commoners. Her palace is filled with gold and silver rings, replicas of her battles and triumphs with Saturn. Saturn would call her his chosen one and marvel at her ability to overcome any landslide he directed to block her path. She could be like a Goddess, throwing invisible swords into wars that only she could see and conquer. Mars exalts in Capricorn and there is no lack of fight and fear strangling her bones. She was caged by the fire breathing dragon and forced to escape by herself, she was given no mother or father to direct her, she didn’t write about a Prince Charming coming to save her, she abolished luck for labour, and given no option for failure. She knew as a young child that she was destined for greatness and began her upward climb the moment she could set goals and replicate what the adults were doing. As a child she protested her own small size and lack of autonomy, and she couldn’t wait to finally be able to provide herself with everything she needed, because no one ever had before.
She relentlessly works on behalf of her palace and people, they are like her family. And she is the same with her little family. She wants to provide, create righteous law, support, and lead the way with expertise. As they look up at her as Queen, she inspires followers with resolve and admirable strength of character. She is a Queen that rules alone and can see the personal potential in each of her subjects, encouraging them toward a life of greatness and pride. From this high pillar in the land the lights can be blinding and striking. Her silver Saturn rings flicker like cosmic gems and everything she has worked so hard to build for herself illuminates around and within her. But it can also be dark around the palace, the Saturn shadow can brood, and intimidate, and she can glue grey clouds in the sky with her sad and despairing moods, causing acid rain to fall on her palace. This is her self destruction creeping in as she begins writing her success story, because she gets heavy waves of hopelessness, inadequacy, undeservingness, and feeling like it’s all too much for her. Of course it isn’t, she is not just a cosmic diplomat but she has fought wars for her people and built everything by hand. With her sweetly structured bones she may look delicate as she sleeps, but God rests while she does, filling her dreams with more visions.
Am I the only one annoyed about how some LoZ fans treat Zant?
I’ve seen alot of people call him disappointing and too crazy/insane.
have you guys
even been paying attention
to what he did.
These scenes pretty much showed Zant’s TRUE personality: an arrogant, calm, collected,sinister, cunning tactician.
Oh, and does anyone remember what the Light Spirit said to Link at Lanayru spring about the Fused Shadows?
‘’Those who do not know the danger of wielding power will, before long, be ruled by it.’’
Let’s not forget that he said that quote along with a creepy vision that was enough to bring the holder of the Triforce of COURAGE to his knees.
So after Lakebed Temple, Zant stole the Fused Shadows from Midna.Then, once you find him at Twilight Palace, he acts like a huge psychopath.
Think about this for a second.
Everything from the beginning all the way up to before the Stallord fight was Zant’s real character. But he didn’t know how to properly control the Fused Shadows and was corrupted into a lunatic as punishment.
To sum things up: Zant was not always a crazed and pouty manchild, guys.
“Sometimes, people can go missing right before our very eyes. Sometimes,
people can discover you, even though they’ve been looking at you the
entire time. Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we’re not paying