Beneath Their Masks Chapter 2 Is Up!

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 2 is Up!

I think I'm gonna start putting a little excerpt from the chapter in these posts. Anyway, the chapter is up! Sorry it's so late (timewise, I think I'm still on time in some timezones) but ya know. Ya know? Anyway, please enjoy!

It’s all quiet in the Niijima home. There’s a slight din from the apartment's fan, but the only other sounds that can be heard are the quiet scratching of pencil on paper and leather creaking. Makoto is studying at the dining room table as Ann lazes around on the couch, quietly playing a game.

Makoto had been on the same problem for what seems like 10 minutes. It wasn’t particularly difficult, but for whatever reason, Makoto couldn’t focus on what the answer could be. She scanned her textbook. She reread the question. She put pencil to paper to force her brain to catch up. Nothing. Just a dot of graphite, mocking her.

She dropped her pencil and put a hand to her forehead, keeping her head from falling.

Ann looked up upon hearing the clatter and frustrated grunt from the direction of the dining room.

“All good, babe?” Ann called.

Makoto clenched her teeth. She loved Ann, she really did, but now was not the time.

“Yes.” Makoto lied.

So I had a lot of fun making megaten (in)correct quotes so I'm doing it again :P

This time it's more persona focused but I managed to implement some SMT as well (involving my weird headcanons :P)

I donated plasma today. It was very easy, and I was even compensated. I highly recommend looking into ways to donate plasma in your area, not just because it's a quick and easy way to get a bit of money in your pocket (which I sorely needed right now), but because plasma is commonly used to help people going through traumatic injuries.

From the Red Cross Blood Donation website: "Plasma is commonly given to trauma, burn and shock patients, as well as people with severe liver disease or multiple clotting factor deficiencies. It helps boost the patient's blood volume, which can prevent shock, and helps with blood clotting."

I try my best to help people when I can. It just feels good to help people. I've never really been in a financial spot to donate or anything, but if I can do this, then I'd say I've still helped someone in need out there.

At least, that's what I think.

(I don't mean to clutter up my page with non-creative stuff, but I just felt like talking about this. I love helping people, no matter how big or small it may be. The way I see it is that I would be happy if someone was willing to help me, so I would want to do the same for someone else. Even if they don't know me, or if I don't know them, we're all in it together on this spinning rock in space.)

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 5 is Up!

Chapter 5! I really like this one and the one that follows this. There are going to be a couple chapters that take place around the same time and/or are continuations of each other. This one was definitely difficult to write without making characters seem OOC. Also, holy shit, I learned more about dresses and dress terms writing this than I have in my entire life. It was definitely...interesting. Well, I hope it's good! (I say, being the person that wrote it...)

Ann made her way to the coffee table, picking up the remote to turn up the TV. As the smooth jazz tune grew louder, Ann heard the bedroom door open out of her sight.

“Hey Makoto, didn’t you see this artist live at that jazz clu-” Ann started, turning towards the bedroom door.

Ann dropped the remote. It clattered to the floor, bouncing under the sofa.

Makoto was standing in the doorway. She wore a dress that held an undeniable aura of authority and sophistication, but with a sharp edge of sensuality. Black like a moonless night, the dress clung to Makoto’s body like a shadow, both complementing and accentuating her statuesque figure.

The bodice was covered in intricate embroidery that formed delicate feathery shapes. The neckline plunged deeply, further sharpening the dress’s sensual nature. The long sleeves cascaded down her arms like inky waterfalls, loose near the wrist, but tight enough near her upper arms to print Makoto’s toned muscle.

As Makoto stepped further into the living room, the hem of the dress trailed behind her. The gold hem stitches caught the low and warm lighting that engulfed the entire room. Ann could distinctly hear the clack of heels with each step.

Makoto’s aura was different. Ann couldn’t place her finger on what exactly was different, but she seemed like a completely new person. She wasn’t just Makoto Niijima, high school student, and younger sister to Sae Niijima, esteemed public prosecutor. She was Makoto Niijima, Ann’s girlfriend. No, Ann’s Queen.

Yusuke: What are the rules of Monopoly?

Futaba: If the game lasts for more than four hours, you have the legal right to kill the person who asked to play.

some ideas i had knocking around in the back of my head, like if the p5 cast got an arena-style timeskip. some of these im still particularly fond of! apologies for the handwriting, there's a transcription in the alt text!

bonus comic of makoto about to Lose It:

[aug.13.2020]