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psychopasss4 · 3 months
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PP: Sinners of the System AU
What if?!?!
Just what if?!?!
Instead of Frederica-san, it was Mama Kou (Tomoyo Kogami) who travelled all the way to Tibet Himalayan, just to see her son's whereabouts and bring his HOT 🔥 a$$ back to Japan?
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Shinya-Kun: "Mom?!" obviously shookt. "What are you doing h..."
Tomoyo-san: "Let's go home, son. Everyone's waiting for you."
Shinya-kun: "But mo..."
Tomoyo-san: "Hush now, Shinya! We don't have much time left! That girl risked everything just to clear you out from Sybil's Hunted List".
Shinya-kun: "Girl?! Who do you m..."
Tomoyo-san: "That girl with short chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes."
A moment of contemplating until...
Shinya-kun: (chuckled softly) "She's not a girl, mom. She's a woman." 🙂
Tomoyo-san: "Fine. Then, you're woman begged me to come and grab your filthy a*$ back home. So pack your things, your coming home with me!"
Shinya-kun: "But mom..." looking flustered 😳
Tomoyo-san: "Shut up and leave at once!"
Tenzing: Giggles 🤣🤭
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wool-string · 1 year
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Ajin in psycho pass au
Current ideas so far:
The suits are also enforcers ofc
Kou isn't necessarily dangerous, but due to his past, he went through a very tough mental time n he just never recovered fully
Izumi is also Just having a tough time
Idk where to place Kei… enforcer or inspector?
An enforcer makes sense. He doesn’t really hesitate to commit crimes so long as he deems it necessary. But he also doesn’t seem like the type to let himself cloud
So idk. But I like enforcer Kei who got caught during a stressful Testing week. When they try to take him in for therapy, he freaks out cause he doesn’t want this on his perfect record so against his better judgement, he panics n runs
But also idkkk it doesn’t suit him much either…
Kaito n Koto are latent criminals who met getting treatment
I think Ogura as a professor of criminology who is just vibing. He’s able to think like a criminal yet his Hue stays stable enough
Sato has clear white hue but is still killing people
His squad is a group of other latent criminals, all their crime coefficiencies being over 300
Tosaki is casually driving his numbers up high af with all the stress
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lyricalwandering · 1 year
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Naegiri Week 2022 Day 3 Prompt - "Past/Future"
@naegiriweek
Rating: Teen and Up (for universe-typical violence)
Summary: Freshly graduated Inspector Kyoko Kirigiri joins the Public Safety Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division and is assigned her first mission. Her new Enforcer - wide-eyed, seemingly innocent Makoto Naegi - is a mystery to solve in and of himself. The two are intent on learning the ins and outs of how to work together...and to find out what the other is hiding.
(A Danganronpa meets Pyscho-Pass AU)
Notes: I live! *wipes sweat off brow as I make my return to the internet* My apologies for falling behind on posting my Naegiri entries for this week - life got really unexpectedly stressful all of a sudden, and that stress kept me from editing my work much longer than I would have liked. Although I'll be late, I will still be posting for all 7 prompts, so not to worry. :) For Day 3's prompt, Past/Future, I decided to get a bit ambitious. Pyscho-Pass is my favorite futuristic anime, and after coming across some incredible Pyscho-Pass/Danganronpa crossover fanart a while ago, I knew I wanted to try writing an AU at some point. This took my writing style to a bit of a new place, but hopefully it will be enjoyable all the same! I'd love to continue this AU sometime, so if the plot feels a bit vague or implication-heavy, that's why. Also fun fact: Byakuya Togami's VA from Danganronpa: the Animation just so happens to voice one of the main characters (Inspector Ginoza) in Pyscho-Pass! Hence my reason for giving him that role here, lol. Really hope you guys enjoy, and thank you for being patient with me! ❤️
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jazzaiko · 1 year
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Of Crime Chase and Coffee (968 words)
Pairing: Chen/Chanyeol Rating: Teen Tags: Anime AU (Psycho-Pass), crime fighting, investigation, inspector!Jongdae, enforcer!Chanyeol
Written for Tinysparks
archiveofourown.org/works/24962518
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pech2 · 1 year
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“…it’s hard to be someone, but it hurts to be nobody.”
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(I’ve rewritten chapter 10 more times than I can count, but I think I’m getting close to something that I like. Lyrics: Nobody - Dodie & Half•Alive , which I think fits the fic very well.)
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blackberrylight1 · 2 months
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My friend told me about her AU for BNHA based on Psycho-Pass, where Touya is an Enforcer and Shouto is an Inspector. I think it's a pretty cool idea)
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jeypawlik · 6 months
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Sketchbook Shoutouts - 38
Some very good shoutouts from the $10 gang on Patreon! https://patreon.com/jpawlik [Image description: Image with multiple black and white inked drawings on it. Drawing one is Zenigata crying into a pint of beer. Drawing two is an older Jigen and Goemon sitting together while Goemon pours Jigen some sake. Drawing three is Jigen in a cowboy outfit holding a gun up. Drawing four is a vampire Lupin looming over a sleeping Zenigata. Drawing five is two characters from Psychopass out for a drink together.]
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whatsyourcolor · 7 months
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I’m so invested in this Shinkane twitter thread by Cino. It’s cute.
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pearlsephoni · 9 months
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Sink Me Deeper
Can also be read on AO3!
Rating: E
Fandom: Psycho-Pass
Pairing: Shinkane (Akane/Kogami)
Characters: Akane Tsunemori, Shinya Kogami, Shion Karanomori, Yayoi Kunizuka
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary: Akane leaves the lingering summer warmth behind for an entirely different heat down below.
A/N: Written for @shinkaneweek day 1: God or nature as providing protective or spiritual care! also happy birthday Kogami, ya big dope hehe further author's notes can be found on AO3.
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Twice a year, Akane was seized by the strongest sensations of mourning and excitement: mourning for the life she was leaving, and excitement for the life she was returning to. This time, she was mourning the cottage she shared with Shion, the beautiful meadows and groves that she brought fruit to with her beloved older sister.
“Be careful on your travels,” Shion murmured, squeezing Akane tight. “Remind your big important husband that I won’t hesitate to make another eternal winter if he lets anything happen to you.”
“Shion!” Akane laughed, her words muffled in her sister’s shoulder. “I’ll be fine. Sho won’t let anything happen to me.”
“Good.” With yet another kiss to Akane’s temple, Shion finally pulled away, though she still held her little sister by the shoulders and stared sternly at her. “Do you have an obol for Sho?”
“Yes.”
“And your vial is intact?” Before Akane could answer, Shion peered at the tiny glass vial hanging around her neck, making sure the cherry blossom inside was still alive. “Remember—”
“The magic is for emergencies only,” Akane recited with a sigh.
“Good girl.” Despite the curve of her lips, Shion’s eyes were melancholic as she gazed at her sister. “Well…I suppose that’s it, then.”
“I’ll be back before you know it, Shion,” Akane murmured, wrapping her in one last hug. “Safe and sound, like always.”
“Being queen of the Underworld has made you sound way too responsible,” Shion sniffed. “Go on, then, return to your kingdom, little blossom.”
“I love you.” Akane pulled away with a kiss to her sister’s cheek. She was unsurprised to see tears welling up in Shion’s eyes, but her heart still twisted at the sight.
“I love you, too. Now go.”
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Her return to the underworld was a bit of a whirlwind, as it always was. Her arrival was expected, but she liked to keep the precise date of her return a mystery. She couldn’t help the fact that she relished the sight of everyone greeting her with surprise, joy, and just a touch of panic.
“His Majesty won’t be happy to be the last person in the household to welcome you back,” Yayoi hummed with a wry grin as she wrapped Akane in a warm hug. Her long, pitch-black hair seemed to blend into the silken material draped around her body, with tiny jewels glimmering along the expanse like stars in the night sky. It was fitting garb for the goddess and personification of night.
“If he’s upset about my arrival, he can direct his complaints to Shion,” Akane scoffed fondly. “She’s the reason I’m here a day late.”
“Is that so? And, ah…how is your sister these days?”
Akane grinned at the goddess of night’s terrible attempt at seeming casually uninterested. “She’s fine. I’m sure you’ll be seeing more of her, with the nights growing longer this time of year.”
Yayoi narrowed her eyes, but couldn’t do anything to hide her faint flush. “Kogami’s last meeting won’t end for another hour or so. Would you like to call for some food?”
Akane could see right through the older goddess’s abrupt change in topic, but didn’t point it out beyond a tiny smirk. “No, no, I…I think I’d like to return to our chambers, actually.”
It was Yayoi’s turn to smirk. “I’m sure you would. Would you like someone to accompany you?”
“No, that’s alright. We’ll see how well I remember this place.” She stole one more tight hug from Yayoi before making her way to the chambers.
She could barely hold herself back as she walked through expansive halls, trying to enjoy the dark columns illuminated by torches and glittering gold frames around beautiful paintings. Plush rugs cushioned her steps and jewels sparkled along the edges of the stone floors. It really was a beautiful palace, worthy of the King of the Undead. But that didn’t keep her from bursting into a sprint as soon as she was deep enough into the palace to be the only one in the hallways.
She felt silly, girlish, like the maiden that her sister tried to preserve for so long. But this was different from all that. Now she was a full-fledged goddess, Queen of the Underworld, dashing through the halls to see her husband.
Catching up with all of the chthonic gods must have taken longer than she’d realized, because when she reached the chambers, they were already prepared for her arrival: her favorite garnet sheets were freshly-stretched across the bed, her clothes returned to the wardrobe, even a platter of grapes and cheese with a decanter of ruby red wine.
Then she took a proper look at her clothes in the wardrobe and discovered the true explanation for the preparations: there, hanging front and center, facing forward in a silent request, was Shinya’s favorite dress. It was a deep red that reminded Akane of the pomegranate seeds that had sealed her fate, with gold clasps over the shoulders, sheer material that would drape over her arms, and a gold, braided belt around the waist.
The servants hadn’t moved quickly. Shinya had prepared for her arrival, going as far as to request her favorite food be brought to the royal chambers.
“You spoil me, My Lord,” Akane sighed, fondness curving her lips and longing tugging at her chest. It was foolish, she knew it was foolish, but her amusement at teasing Shinya was fast melting into a desperate impatience to see her husband.
There was nothing to be done but enjoy a bath, put on the dress, and pour herself a glass of wine. The rich notes of the wine washed over her tongue and eased the nerves that lingered in her stomach.
How much time had passed? An hour? Yayoi had said he would—
“Akane?”
She spun to the great doors, which stood open, forming a perfect, darkwood frame to the only sight she’d been longing for. “Shinya.”
He was dressed in silks that were such a dark blue, they looked black. Only the comparison of their hue against his messy hair revealed their true color. His black hair was shorter, as though freshly-trimmed, but it still threatened to fall into his eyes, that flinty, stony gaze that matched his kingdom so well. He looked every bit the intimidating King of the Underworld…except for the light flush on his sculpted cheekbones and the bitten-pink of his parted lips.
He wasn’t just the king of shadows and shade. He was her husband, her beautiful husband who she’d missed dearly.
And yet…there was always a space of time when they were newly uncertain of each other, a bittersweet result of their time apart. Shinya was slow, deliberate as he shut the doors behind him and stepped towards her, and Akane mirrored his pace, taking careful steps until they stood within arm’s reach of each other.
Then he lifted a careful hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek in a mere breath of a touch, one that she leaned into, eager for any scrap of his warmth that she could steal. “You’re here,” he whispered, skating his fingers along her jaw and under her chin.
“I’m here,” she whispered back, her words ghosting against the thumb tracing her lips.
“I…I missed you…my queen.”
“I missed you, too, my king.”
Those soft words finally brought a smile to Shinya’s lips, a sight Akane only got to relish for a moment before she was humming into a sweet, gentle kiss. “Mm…you’ve been enjoying the wine?”
“Only a sip.” She slid her arms around his shoulders with a blithe smile. “I was waiting to enjoy the rest with you.”
“An ever-generous queen,” Shinya chuckled, letting his hands trace the curves of her body and settle on her hips with a light squeeze. “I’m afraid I had a more…selfish pleasure in mind.”
“Is that so?”
“Mm…” His eyes dragged across her features until they fell open her lips, the weight of their gaze making Akane bite at her bottom lip instinctively.
“Well, then, Your Majesty,” she purred, stepping out of his embrace with a small smirk. Holding his gaze steadily, she slowly loosened the belt at her waist and unfastened the gold clasps holding her dress together, letting the deep red fabric go slack around her, only held up by her hand at her chest. “Enjoy me.”
Shinya’s gaze darkened with desire as he followed her steps towards the bed, shedding his own long chiton until he reached for Akane and pulled her against his naked body. “Does Her Majesty have any special requests this evening?” he asked, coaxing her hands away from her dress and letting the material fall to her feet, leaving her completely bare.
The cool, still air of the Underworld sent goosebumps skittering across Akane’s skin, except for where Shinya’s body was pressed to hers. He had always been warmer than her, down to the scent of brimstone and amber that rose from his skin. She took hold of his wrist, guiding a hand from her waist, along her hip, and between her legs. His hand left a path of warmth across her body, and even when he cupped her mound, the heat of her arousal was smothered by his hot skin. “Show me how much you’ve missed me,” she breathed against his lips, gasping when a single, broad finger delved between her folds and dipped into her arousal.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
He guided her backwards until the backs of her knees bumped against the bed, then gently lifted her until she fell against the soft covers. She’d barely stopped bouncing before her legs were pressed open by his wide shoulders and his dark hair tickled her inner thighs. That was all the warning she got before his tongue opened her up in a firm, wide lick. “Oh!” she gasped, burying her fingers into his hair.
He only hummed in response, his focus fixed on sucking her clit between his lips and rolling his tongue around it. Six months…half a year of longing for him, only able to soothe herself with her own fingers, and now here she was, being feasted on and spoiled by his attentions. It was almost overwhelming, being so suddenly caught between his clever tongue lapping at her clit and his broad fingers coating themselves in her desire before pressing into her. He hadn’t forgotten anything about her body, knowing exactly where to curl his fingers up and how to ghost his teeth against her, making her cry out as her hips arched off of the bed.
“Shin-yah!” she cried, rocking against his mouth as he soothed her clit with his tongue. “Ah, ah, oh, stars, I—!”
“Already?” he chuckled, his low tone almost rumbling through her. “How much did you miss me, my queen?”
“So much,” Akane gasped, her words rising into a whine when she looked down and found him gazing up from between her legs, chin and lips soaked in her arousal. “I missed you so much, Shinya, every single day— aaahn!” Her desperate words brought his lips back around her, sending lightning sparking through, stronger and stronger until she thought she could glow from pleasure. “Close, I’m close,” she said breathlessly, earning a low chuckle that vibrated against her. Shinya didn’t pull away, only rolled his tongue around her and sped up his curled, thrusting fingers, driving into her sweet spot until the pressure was too much to bear.
She broke with a long, drawn-out wail, hips jumping against Shinya’s fingers and lips in time with the waves that washed over her again and again and again.
She didn’t know how long she shuddered with her orgasm, but eventually she tugged Shinya’s head away from her, giving her swollen clit some reprieve from his overwhelming expert attention. “You’re stunning,” he breathed, gazing down at her with blown-out eyes and a soaked nose and mouth. “I’d almost forgotten. Can you give me another one? Let me hear your music again?”
The awe in his voice paired with the way he licked his lips nearly made Akane agree. But she held strong, shaking her head and using her fingers in his hair to guide his lips to hers. “Later,” she murmured, brushing a kiss to his lips. “Right now, I need you in me. All of you, Shinya.”
Shinya swore softly before taking her lips in a proper kiss, licking into her mouth and letting her taste her own desire as he carefully lined his cock up to her swollen pussy. When he began to carefully rock forward, she fell away from his lips with a cry, too focused on the stretch of his bulbous cockhead. Nothing, nothing compared to this, the impossible fit of her husband’s long, thick length into her tight cunt. She was still swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm, but she was also dripping wet, easing the slow breach of every roll of his hips.
“Fuck, Akane,” Shinya groaned, letting his forehead fall to her shoulder, his wild hair tickling her throat. “You feel divine…I almost forgot how well you take me.”
“Yes, yes,” she whined, dragging her fingers through his hair as she tightened her legs around his hips to urge him deeper inside. “Only you, Shinya. Fuck me, please, nothing fills me up like you.”
When their hips finally met, they were both trembling, Akane from the tight fit and Shinya from the effort to not move. By the end of the night, once they made up for lost time, he would be able to drive into her without any warning besides her begging. But for now, after so long, their bodies needed extra time to remember how to fit together. She loved him like this, ever-so-careful of her comfort and waiting so patiently for her to whisper, “Move.”
Then, with a growl, he pulled his hips back until her walls clung to only his tip, before rocking forward, filling her all the way in a single thrust.
His rhythm was relentless from then on, filling the room with the sounds of their moans and the wet slap of their skin. She felt consumed by him, being both filled up and surrounded so completely by his broad form while being pinned by his dark gaze. She could barely see the gray of his irises, his pupils were so blown by desire. It should’ve been at least a little unnerving, but she couldn’t look away, feeling drunk on how thoroughly he wanted her.
She was almost disappointed when he fit his hand between their bodies and drew circles over her swollen clit, making her orgasm suddenly crest over the horizon. She’d wanted more, wanted to feel bruised from his size and pressure, but she couldn’t resist falling over the peak with a cry of his name.
Her walls rippled and clenched around him, drawing him deeper and deeper, until he was groaning with his own orgasm. The feeling of him filling her up made her tremble with another pulse of pleasure, leaving her whimpering by the time his softening length slipped out of her. Without thinking, her hand shot down to cup her mound, keeping his seed from leaking out. Her cheeks burned when she realized what she’d done, but her embarrassment burned away when she found Shinya staring at her messy fingers, teeth sinking into his kiss-bruised lip.
“I, um…could I have a towel?” she quietly asked when he made no move to leave the bed. He blinked back to himself with a small jolt, his cheeks flushing prettily under her eyes.
“Of course,” he murmured, hurrying to stand on shaky legs.
Akane wasn’t really in any hurry—she was perfectly content to melt into the bed, feeling loose and pliant with satisfaction. But she was still eager to take a damp cloth from Shinya and wipe herself clean while he poured fresh glasses of wine. “Well?” he hummed when he sat on the edge of the bed, holding her glass out for her to take after she tossed aside the cloth. “Was that to your satisfaction?”
“I dunno,” she giggled, smiling around the lip of the glass. “It might take a little more than that to really satisfy me.”
“Ah…is that so?”
She hummed, sitting up and stealing a kiss that tasted of rich wine. “The night is still young, no?”
“So it is…” He ducked in to trail kisses down her neck, gently grazing his teeth against her pulse. “What else can I do for you, my queen?”
“Right now…just hold me.” She smiled when he pulled back, watching his surprise melt into fond understanding. “Tell me how you’ve been, Shinya, truly.”
“Well then.” He suddenly stood, fetching the tray of cheese and grapes and carefully setting it on the bed next to Akane. “We’ll need some sustenance.”
Conversation flowed as they caught each other up on how they’d passed their months apart, feeding each other and occasionally pausing to pass sips of wine between kisses. Akane had missed this, the easy conversation and lighthearted debates, as much as the sex, maybe even moreso. That was the best thing about their marriage, and the thing that made their separation so difficult: Akane missed him, Shinya as a whole, longed for his quiet laughter and small, serious frowns as much as she’d missed his lips and fingers and heavy-lidded eyes.
“What?” he suddenly asked in the middle of the story, brow raised.
Akane shrugged, letting her fond smile linger on her lips. “I’m just happy to be back.”
Shinya’s sharp features softened as his fingers found hers. “Me, too. I missed you, Akane.”
“Show me.”
And for the rest of the night, he did, wiping away any lingering thoughts of their time apart until all Akane knew Shinya, King of the Underworld, Lord of the Dead, Receiver of Many, and, most importantly, her husband.
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rose-tinted-vision · 1 year
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Hear me out:
Blue Lock Psycho Pass AU
I don't think I've seen anyone mention this before?
If you don't know what Psycho Pass is: there's a review about it that i quite like
[as usual, spoilers ahead]
Let's start off with Kougami and Ginoza: when Kougami's hue deteriorated to the point where he could no longer be an Inspector, I feel as if Ginoza half blames himself, and half blames Kougami for essentially abandoning him (like Masaoka did).
and who in Blue Lock has abandonment issues...? (yes, a certain grape and his bff who's also his treasure but I'm trying! to make this non-shippy...sort of)
so if Reo and Nagi are Ginoza and Kougami respectively,
Isagi would be Makishima (the antagonist in Psycho Pass).
Look, I just find it interesting how both Reo and Ginoza (who are my favourite characters) have self-worth issues and both their partner/best friend left them to chase after someone else who's superior to them in some way. so.
And I've been reading some posts theorising about what if Isagi is the actual villain of Blue Lock...so Makishima!Isagi was born.
Also, if we want to keep up the theme of 'Isagi is really smart, what an all-seeing prodigy', he fits the role of Makishima, who is always ten steps ahead of his targets/pawns and is an anomaly by birth.
As for the Enforcers...Bachira, of course, probably Shidou just for kicks, and Chigiri gives me Yayoi vibes...
But wait! then who's Akane (the protagonist of Psycho Pass)? This is where it starts to get a little crack-y. I think Kunigami would unironically be a good fit as Akane, since he was all about being a hero and stuff.
A young fresh Kunigami who thinks the world is upright and Sybil's word is law, who then joins the MWPSB and becomes disillusioned.
(Also, imagine him questioning the other Enforcers like "why is Isagi (the antagonist here) so obsessed with Bachira-san?" and the rest of them just snickering and not telling him shit).
So the main unit would probably be:
Inspectors- Reo and Kunigami
Enforcers- Bachira, Chigiri, Shidou, Nagi
Rin (and Sae?) would probably be the other Inspectors with another unit
I'm also trying to sneakily fit Hiroi into this au somehow bc I really love the guy, he's so wholesome-determined-ordinary guy.
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psychopasss4 · 2 months
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POV: Akane's Letter to her mom, addressing her relationship with Kogami. Kogami's letter to his mom, addressing his relationship with Sasayama.
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wirunddieundich · 9 months
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„Mein Blick sollte Aufgehen, doch täglich fällt der blick nach unten. Kein wunder oder wenn mir keiner schreibt, keiner nach meinem ergehen Fragt, aber Hey hauptsache ist du brauchst was und du kriegst es von mir. Bin es Gewohnt die Nu**e für alles zu sein…..“
Wirunddieundich
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spooky-tsunemori · 10 months
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What's up psycho-pass fandom, how about that new movie? totally didn't reactivate pp like a sleeper agent and posses me to redraw art of an Au i made in Highschool or anything...
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pech2 · 1 year
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After 2 months… rainclouds are back
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isabelguerra · 1 year
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i dont have an actual name for it but depressed college au is probably one of my favorites. i dont really care for the adults in paranatural and thinking about how the activity club/others might grow up and continue their lives is so much more interesting to me
#i started reading this comic when i was 15? i think? and now im recently 23. i cant really say i relate or want to relate to 12 year olds an#y more. and yeah i prefer a lot more nuance and complexity when crafting+ reading stories#but when your protags are 12. well. yeah pass#pnats adults are fine but the kids are the ones i have any actual emotional interest or compulsion towards#so when i write something that might be less 'yippee whimsical wacky adventures' and the options are spender and zarei. again theyre fine bu#t i dont really care enough about spender and zarei#but i still want to write about adults you know. BEING 12 was hard enough you could not PAY me to go back into that headspace#honestly thats actually why most of wizard au takes place in their later school years#like you know those aged up mob psycho 100 aus. where mob is like a fireman and ritsu is an english major and theyre not exactly having epic#adventures anymore but theyre coming into themselves etc. god. thats the stuff 2 me#i used to hate aged up aus as a teenager bc i thought it was the author/artists excuse to put kids in weird situations. and idk considering#it was 2015. yeah fair. but i do think i get it now. teenage years are hard and theres a certain part of that hardness that i love. things#like growing up [from a 17yo perspective] and people you love going to college and trying to find yourself and dealing w friends and fear#for the future. THOSE are the kind of teen stories i like reading about. but when you start getting tired and mellowing out and things that#come with the end of college and grad school and growing up [from a 22yos perspective] is similar. but its more somber. youre older now#when the protagonists become people. thats what i like#wizard au is fun as a huge intense magical adventure project but depressed college au is just like. where i can project.#drinking an entire pack of mikes hard lemonade by myself and lying on the floor talking to friends about how im scared and pushing myself#towards a career that i love but dont know i can achieve. friends leaving. getting an apartment for the first time. and the second and#the third. that feels better when i can sit down and go 'okay. someday isabel will do this too. i might not understand. my friends might not#understand. nobody could understand and i could be alone. but max woke up with a hangover today and i know what that feels like' etc#idk just feels better. taking your favorite characters with you while you go through things. by which i mean#'taking my favorite characters and making them go through things'#you want them to be safe and happy and having fun. i want them to feel fear. we both know what we want from fiction and treasure each#depressed college au
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valentinosbabyhoe · 2 years
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Keep your eyes on me, make it everything you see
A small angsty thing i wrote a few days ago.
Warnings: Injuries, Mention of Blood (only briefly), Envy, Jealousy, Psychological violence.
Nobuchika Ginoza x Teppei Sugo feat. an extremely envious and jealous Shiyna Kougami.
Set in 2120, Masaoka and Kagari are very much alive and under the MoFA. Thanks. 
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It's been some time now since Kougami has came back to Japan, a week or two passed for sure and Kougami has gotten used to the work within the MoFA. It was quite nice, not as stressful as the MWPSB. There was only one thing which was bugged him: Teppei Sugo.
Mind you, he seemed quite the okay-ish type of Guy, Masaoka too told him about the other man's past and generally talked about the younger men. But still, it bugged Kou that he was dating /his/ Gino. The one and only Nobuchika Ginoza, who was /his first love/. He should be at Gino’s side day and night. It should be /him/ and him alone at the taller mans side. 
No One else was allowed to kiss, touch or even look at what's /his/. This rule too applied to Teppei Sugo. Why was this man kissing Gino softly? Why was Gino giggling whenever Sugo would softly stroke over his jet-black hair? Gino was /his/ why couldn’t he understand that Sugo was a good for nothing who would leave him as soon as he got the chance?
But every attempt to make Gino his, was unsuccessful. Gino would do nothing but complain that he should stop being so possessive and shove him away. All while Sugo watched and only shook his head. And, after Gino was being able to free himself of Kou’s arms, would kiss his boyfriend on the brink of his nose. 
The more he tried to take Gino away from that good-for-nothing bastard, the more vocal would the taller man be. This lead to Pops stopping him, nearly crashing him into the next wall. But even after this, Kou hasn’t had enough. He saw red. Jealousy and envy was clouding both his brain and his sight, and so it had to came.
One day, while he was in field with Gino and Pops, he punched Gino with all his strength. The sudden force of Kou’s fist made Gino collapse on the floor. He landed right on his still healing rip. Tears began to build up in the taller mans eyes. Not saying a word, not making any noise, he laid there. His cheek red and his nose bloody. 
The sudden loud noise alarmed Masaoka who rushed to his son as he saw him lying on the floor, completely under shock. Not moving an muscle, even tried to not breathe to obvious, out of fear that his best friend would hit him again and inflict more pain on him. As soon as he felt his father's arms around him, he began to cry and sob without a care in the world. The fear from before - shoved in the back of his head. 
Gino knew that he was safe in his father's arms, Kou wouldn’t dare to inflict harm on his friend when it was Masaoka who held his son tight in his arms. Who was kneeling in front of him, giving Kou an angry look. 
What Kou couldn’t see was that even if the taller man was acting all strong and just annoyed at his actions, he was a broken man. Gino cried himself to sleep each and every night. Couldn’t stop thinking about Kou’s actions towards his Boyfriend, Sugo. Couldn’t Kou accept that Sugo was the man of Gino’s dreams and his big love?
Sugo would always stay by his side, even in the darkest night he would hold Gino close in his arms, kissing his head, stroking over his back, kissing his prosthetic from shoulder to fingertips. Sugo would always listen to him, no matter how often he would repeat himself while telling him about his day. No matter if stressful or not. 
Sugo was everything to him. The little kisses all over his face, the sweet nothings he whispers into his ear. The way he strokes over his hair. The way he would hold him close and made sure he was loved and safe. In all the years with Kou, the man never once did it like Sugo did. He had only eyes for Sasayama and later on for Shion and Akane. 
After Gino calmed down from crying sobbing and shaking, Masaoka would carry him back to the car and drove him to the MoFA, one hand on Gino’s hand, softly stroking over it, telling him that things are okay now. That he doesn’t have to worry about anything. He should just focus on his health and well-being now. Nothing else matters. 
At the MoFA’s infirmary, Gino got checked thoroughly, Sugo sat right beside him softly kissing his injured boyfriend. Luckily, he hasn’t any serious injuries. A bruised rib, a sprained finger and some scratches and bruises here and there. But still, due his psyche not being in the best condition, he would be on sick leave for quite some time now.
In the evening, Gino laid in his bed, the love of his life right next to him stroking softly over his hair. Masaoka too was with his son, he sad on the edge of the bed, holding both of his sons hands with his, watching as he cried again, still trying to process what happened in field today and why his best friend, out of all people would to such a thing to him.
Gino cried and mumbled things until he eventually his tiredness took over and he finally found some peace on this godforsaken day. 
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So. this was a thing that i wrote on Wednesday this week. I’ve had this idea for quite some time now, i just couldn’t bring myself to actually write it down. 
Tell me what you think about it <3 Criticism is always welcome, as well as comments, likes and reblogs >:3
Also i wrote the original thing on twitter pretty late at night,,, 
In case you’re curious: https://twitter.com/PrincessOfDilfs/status/1557455698027495427
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