I Also Agree With Your Opinion. At First She's Kinda Cool, I Liked The Idea Of Her Guilt And Thus Taking

i also agree with your opinion. at first she's kinda cool, i liked the idea of her guilt and thus taking her identity due to the fact she feels that her sister should be the one who's alive. but watching her play out throughout the game was kinda.. meh? everything abt her feels so forced to me. like maruki was also a new character, but he felt more natural. it was pretty obvious that one of the reasons she was there was to be the waifu bait.

tldr: she was kinda cool at first, but was kinda disappointing. 5/10. could be executed better.

For context, this a past comment regarding my character opinions post here that I finally decided to include here:

My Rants on Kasumi Yoshizawa + 1 & 2

Thanks for the reply, Anon. As nice as it is to get responses and feedback, I DO NOT want to relive getting the hate comments from this character’s cult for expressing my thoughts freely. Please be reasonable when you respond to posts and think before firing hate onto others. If you don’t like these posts I have then it’s fine to ignore and not care, it’s not important.

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.

hey good day, I'm going to tell you that I fucking love you're writing.

Oh, thank you! I know I’m not the fastest to add new works, but it means a lot that anyone enjoys what I write. I also appreciate yours and others’ kind messages.

Kissing In Between Pages

Fandom(s): DC, Batman, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures

Jason Todd/Red Hood x Fem Reader

Summary: Reading with Jason ends with some kisses and nosy siblings.

One-shot

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, romantic gestures, romantic Jason Todd, soft Jason Todd, smitten Jason Todd, flirty Jason Todd, flirting, declarations of love, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd feels, Jason Todd is a Batfamily member, Reader is a Batfamily member, cuddling/snuggling, nosy Batfamily, napping, Les Misérables reference, Shakespeare reference.

Warnings: None.

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Somewhere along the lines, your mind drifted off to a daze. Eyes eventually drooping from the words in the page you were on, arms giving out to stillness, slowly sinking. And given how quiet Wayne Manor's library was right now, especially with your lying position, resting on the couch with a blanket, it didn't take much time for you to begin nodding off to sleep.

Daylight peaked through the gap of the curtain windows, showing off one of Gotham's less gloomy days. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you knew from going in and out of consciousness that 20 minutes went by until you felt a shift of movement near you. Which came from who else but your boyfriend, whose thigh you used as a pillow as you two read your own respective books.

It was a mundane activity you'd both partake from time to time. Given how much of a bibliophile Jason was, you considered him to be the most knowledgeable one on the English subject than the others.

In the quiet atmosphere, a soft and low chuckle reached your ears, faint, but noticeable. A trace of a finger brushes very lightly over your cheek, pushing an unwanted strand of hair away.

That was when you felt the pressure of lips slotting against yours. It was chaste and gentle, the intent clear in the loving pace the kiss has set. In your hazy mind from slumber, you aren't sure if you're reciprocating the action back, but it's only fleeting for a few seconds before you break apart, though you can still feel his lips brushing yours.

"Still with me, Princess?" Jason whispers, voice mellow and soothing. The sound made

"Mm... Jay." you mutter out, blinking your eyes to clear the drowsiness from your vision as you gazed up at your boyfriend.

"There's my girl." he cooed, tone light, brow and mouth quirking upwards as he stared at you fondly and with a hint of mirth.

You gave a small groan, stretching your back a bit before turning to face his direction, resting on your side, body curling up a bit.

"And here I thought the whole wake up kiss would work." Jason quips, running a hand through your (h/c) locks, leaving you to sigh in content. "Just not my Briar Rose, huh?"

"Can't help it.." you mumble, snuggling your cheek against his thigh more. "Lost focus."

"That's okay, baby. You're adorable either way." he says, grinning at the light blush spreading over your cheeks before his smile fell. "You did take a pretty hard fall last time." the man said, tone softly low. Carrying an expression of concern and solemnity; mind going back to the night he witnessed you crash landed to the ground with a loud thud, body laying still from the painful impact despite your protective suit. Jason went on full panic and concern when it happened, instantly making his way over to you to assess and help with any possible injuries.

Patrols never end up predictable, and in a city as grim and dangerous as Gotham, Gothamites knew that just as well as the Batfamily. It may not deal with the amount of Metahumans as the Flash, or otherworldly as Superman, but you could never let your guard down in a city like Gotham. People could attest clearly when they'd witness Batman or his mentees, former and present, take a rough beating.

So when you and Jason were paired together for patrol a few weeks back, the night didn't end as steady when you had some bruised ribs and sore spots. And you can definitely bet Jason turned into a mother hen in your healing process. Getting ice or warm pads for you, making sure you weren't in strainable positions, delivering pain meds, cuddling or simply touching you when you wanted it. Though your boyfriend: the well known elusive son, so called black sheep of the Waynes, the Red Hood, was subtle and very private about his emotions, including expressing his own concerns over his adoptive family when something would happened, he never held back with you.

You mean everything to Jason, his whole world, his home, the one good constant thing in his life. Through all the pain and hell he's lived passed, you were there through all of it, staying by his side no matter the ugly and messy parts that came with the aftermath of his resurrection. Part of what he loves about you. You made him feel heard, and that his feelings mattered no matter what. Wrong or right.

It was prominent fact to everyone, including his friends and other heroes, that both Jason Todd and Red Hood never mess around when it came to you and your well being. It was obvious to anyone how quote-unquote "whipped", worded by Roy Harper and Tim, the former Robin is with you. Of course you were just as smitten with him in return, but it was something else to anyone's eyes to see the complicated and dangerous man be a real softie.

What could he say? You are his princess, the center of his life, in charge of his heart, and he'd be damned if he didn't love you with everything he's got.

Even after all these years, Jason still wasn't all that expressive, didn't know how to talk so openly with his heart. He only knew how to do any of that with you, gentle and sweet. But he at least made sure to get his point across, and the people who knew him well understood the easiest.

Green tinted blue eyes darkened with worry and gentleness as Jason peered down at you. "Hurt anywhere, Princess? Need anything?"

You mildly shake your head, choosing to take the other hand that wasn't petting your head to cradle against your chest. "'M fine, just sleepy." your eyes open again to look back at him. "Was worried about you last night, though."

You of course knew Jason didn't receive any injuries when he went to sleep after his patrol, where he gently pulled you into his chest. He would've told you outright if he did, even if it wasn't anything serious. Because he'd expect the same from you. But that was just part of being in a relationship with a vigilante, technically a superhero. Even more so when it goes both ways, mainly operating in the same city, being a part of Batman's circle. Back in the old days when Jason was Robin and you, his Batgirl. Even under different monikers, Gothamites were quick to realize that the young love between the second pair of former sidekicks still carried on into adulthood.

"Hey, you know I'm all right. Not even a single bruise." Jason reassured, leaning to rub his nose affectionately with yours. "You should think about yourself."

"I know." you sigh, rubbing your eyes before slowly pushing yourself to sit up with Jason's help, who put an arm around your back in support. "How long have I been asleep?"

"About 20 minutes." he answered. "I didn't even realize you were dozing off until you plopped the book down when your arms went limp."

You then picked up the book you were reading that had slipped from your stomach to your lap. In your drowsy state, you had forgotten to mark where you had left off.

You went over the pages to remember where you were at but a small shudder suddenly went down your spine. You felt Jason brushing your hair away to press his lips against the back of your neck, causing you to let out a small yelp in response. A muffled laugh escapes him, making you try to squirm away from the vibration on your skin. Jason only continued to hold you securely while making sure not to touch your sides.

"That was too cute." he laughs softly against your shoulder.

"You know that spot is a no touch zone!" you cry out, trying to squirm out of his embrace, though not putting actual effort into escaping.

"I can't help it when you make noises like that, Princess." chuckled Jason, resting his nose to your cheek, lips ghosting over it. "Makes me want to see what other sounds I can get out of you."

"Save it for later." you playfully huff, trying to keep from giggling at his continuous doting. "I want to know if Marius finds out how he survived."

Jason's mouth goes over to your ear, murmuring "We've done enough reading. A break would do us good. You sure I can't convince you otherwise?"

Your face feels warmer, body stiff from nerves, heart fluttering. You knew what he was really implying behind his words. “Nope.”

Then, Jason lines his lips to your temple, to your cheekbone, before traveling his way down the side of your neck and the peak of your shoulder from his borrowed t-shirt you were wearing. The touch of his kisses were soft and feather-like, causing your body to instinctively lean for more.

That’s when the man aligned his mouth back to your ear, speaking quietly as if he was sharing a forbidden secret. "’I love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.’"

A giggle immediately slips from you at his antics. Part of Jason’s obvious love of literature was talking in quotes from classics.

“There’s nothing like using Shakespeare to woo a girl huh, you old soul.” you tease.

He exaggeratedly rolls his eyes, “Fine then, how about this one.” he dips you down a little to face him. “‘To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.’”

“Very funny.” it was your turn to roll your eyes, smile easily spreading.

“What my princess wants she shall receive.” smugly grins Jason, the white streak of his bangs falling down his forehead.

“You are a dork.” you snort before grabbing a hold of his shirt, pulling him into a sweet kiss, which he returned eagerly.

"Aww, did you see that..!" quietly fawned Stephanie, crouching on one knee as she peaked through the gap of the library doors, observing your shared laughter and playful kisses. “They’re too cute!”

“Very happy, too.” nods Cass.

"Jason likes to quote Shakespeare..?” Tim inquires in slight bewilderment, eyes wide, wondering if he misheard your previous sentence.

"Uh, guys? Aren't we kinda intruding in on their moment..?" Duke whispered, feeling a sense of guilt and awkwardness.

“To think Todd carried a poetic side.” muses Damian, he too being perplexed at the new information of his rebellious older brother.

“We should leave them alone.” Dick murmured out, not wanting to disrupt you by giving away their positions. It was always a sight to see how easily you could get Red Hood, Mr. ‘Tough Guy and Edgelord’ to melt with just a touch and a few words.

“Indeed.” a familiar voice spoke beside them, making the siblings turn to see Alfred. He looked at them unimpressed, brow raised. “Now please let Master Jason and Miss (Y/N) be, they would certainly not appreciate being gawked over.”

“But–!” Stephanie quietly whines.

“Off you go.” Alfred ushers, tone firm.

“C’mon,” agreed Dick. “before Jason enters guns blazing and (Y/N) brings out the tasers.”

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?

not trying to be a dick but if all of your sumire thoughts are just character hate like, what exactly possesses you to put it in the all the main fandom tags as well as the character tag. like, if you don't want to get hate from her "cult" why are you putting your rants in the tags they use. puzzling behaviour.

(I’m not adding Keep Reading on this)

Okay, dear Anon, let me answer this “puzzling behaviour” you think that is.

This is literally my RIGHT as freedom of speech and that just BECAUSE I’M MAKING AN OPINION, it’s labeled as hate. And I CAN hate a character all I want because that’s my right to think and choose and feel to do so. Why do I always have to keep stating this?

My thoughts on Sumire are everything I’ve considered on how her role and character doesn’t fit the story and point she is supposedly supposed to make from the writers. That’s MY take. So take it or leave it. I don’t dislike her for NOTHING!! I’m not throwing this crap for shits and giggles. I have reasons. My rant posts are my reasons. What I’m seeing here is you being incredibly biased and narrow-minded.

And they have had debates by others. Do you know how lengthy these were to read and respond back? They didn’t start shit but rather offered polite opinions of their own. The reactions to these things were exactly what I expected and something I debated about even posting that in the first place because I knew people were going spew pointless hater talk bullcrap at me. And it’s tiring. Especially about a character that’s worshipped so highly, it makes anything you say against them seem controversial.

And these tags are there because it’s about them? What’s hard to understand that while I knew I was bringing myself attention for adding these tags, I did so on the grounds of seeing anyone else thinking similar things or offering something different instead of collecting tumbleweeds waiting for anyone to stumble across my posts. I had said before that if anyone could even sway me on this, they could try. But after all this time I can’t be bothered to give a shit at the end of the day on a fictional character and this hate judgement you’re throwing me with hypocrisy. Blind level of understanding. And that’s not what my rants were at all.

If you can’t even make a counterpoint to my argument, much less talk about why I’m such a hater for my personal thoughts, even with a series of reasons to explain why, then your response here has no purpose.

I am TIRED of having to repeat myself over this pettiness and repetitive song and dance calling me a hater with hate. I can say whatever I want about whatever I want. Everyone’s always going to think differently and be judgy about them but nobody needs permission to think differently. Have a nice day, Anon.