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pearlsephoni · 9 months

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To Paint a (Still) Life

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Gen

Characters: Tomomi Masaoka, Nobuchika Ginoza, Akane Tsunemori

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In a world that grows bleaker with every passing year, Masaoka does what he can to immortalize the little joys.

A/N: This was written for In Time: A Psycho-Pass 10th Anniversary Tribute zine. It was such an honor to be included amongst so many incredible creators in this tribute to an incredible series! Thank you to the mods @/temporarilyunstable and @/shikkokans for organizing everything! The zine site went live on November 12, 2022, and this fic was originally published on AO3 on June 26th, 2023. Further author's notes can be found on AO3.

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Every good still life must first have a subject.

The flowers on the bedside table were starting to wilt, the edges of their petals turning brown and brittle despite the still-vibrant colors clinging to the rest of the satiny surface. Masaoka let his fingers brush the dry edges, a wry smile curving his lips.

“I’ll have to remember to bring you new ones next time, hm?” he asked.

He received no response, nor did he expect one. These visits usually found him speaking into the air, his words falling on unhearing ears.

But still, he came. There was no fixing their family now, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do…something to ease the damage. And he wasn’t the only one.

“I wonder where Nobuchika found these tulips,” he mused, his fingers wandering back to the red petals. “They’re awfully pretty. I’m glad he still appreciates beauty in the little things.”

A soft sigh came from the wheelchair parked at the large window. The sound drew Masaoka to its side, where he took a look at his wife’s—former wife’s, he corrected himself sullenly—blank features. To his surprise, there was an almost-imperceptible upward curve to the very edges of her lips. The small difference was enough to bring some light to her face, and for a single bittersweet moment, she looked like the vibrant woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“You always did love red flowers,” he murmured, unable to resist the urge to brush a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear. “I never would’ve expected him to remember. Our son is more thoughtful than he likes to let on.”

Another soft sigh, and the feeling of her leaning just the slightest bit into his gentle fingers. “He got that from you, Sae.” There was a hitch to his voice, almost imperceptible to his own ears, but the sight of her thumb tracing a small curve along the back of her clasped hands told him she’d heard.

His eyes wandered from her gentle features back to the flowers, the source of her quiet joy. Perhaps he should immortalize them somehow.

———

Draw your chosen objects onto a canvas, taking care to get their shapes accurate.

“Ah, Ginoza.” Masaoka tried and failed to keep his surprise out of his voice. He had more success in biting back the smile that nearly rose to his lips at the sight of Ginoza’s mouth twisting. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“No honor, just news.” Ginoza’s green eyes flickered over his shoulder before snapping back to him. “Well? Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

That was more like it. Masaoka never knew what to do with the brief glimpses he caught of his son’s deep-buried insecurity, and the quiet manners it brought out. This, though, this show of superiority and power that he’d put on ever since he entered the PSB as an Inspector, was something Masaoka was much more familiar with. “Of course. Come in.”

He didn’t wait for Ginoza to step in, simply left the door open behind him as he made his way back to the windows, where he’d set up a new canvas and his sketching pencils in front of a chair. He sat just as he heard the door clicking shut and Ginoza following him. “Well then,” he said as he took his pencil back up, “what is this important news?”

Silence fell where he’d expected a curt answer. He looked over his shoulder, and found Ginoza staring at the photo of Sae’s flowers that Masaoka had taken and was now projecting from his communicator. “…Ginoza?”

“Ah.” Ginoza blinked as though he’d been dragged out of a dream. Masaoka could easily read the way he shoved his glasses back up his nose, knew that it was a way to stall, but he didn’t say anything. He simply turned back to his canvas, and sketched.

“…Our division has been issued a new Inspector,” Ginoza finally announced. “She will be starting in a month, after she has completed her pre-work training.”

“I see.” Masaoka finished sketching out the petals of the second tulip. “And have the other enforcers received this news?”

“That’s none of your concern.” Ginoza’s voice sounded tight, and Masaoka almost felt bad about his gentle teasing. “What matters is that you will all know when she gets here, and you will all treat her with the respect that a superior deserves. I’ll have enough on my hands showing her the ropes as the only other Inspector. I don’t need to worry about your basic manners.”

With his face safely turned to his canvas, Masaoka finally let a small grin pull at his lips. “Understood, Inspector.”

“…Good.” Another beat of silence, then the sound of business shoes clicking back to the door.

“I’m sure she’ll be an excellent Inspector,” Masaoka suddenly spoke up, just before Ginoza reached the door, “especially under your instruction. You don’t have anything to worry about, Nobuchika.”

“I don’t need an Enforcer to tell me how to feel about this,” Ginoza bit out, “I know I’m capable of doing my job.”

That was about the response Masaoka expected to get. What he didn’t expect was the soft, “…I’ll see you Tuesday,” that came right before his door opened and closed.

His small grin broadened into a smile as he sketched out the smaller branches of leaves. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

———

Paint in the base colors, working from the darkest colors to the palest.

Akane Tsunemori proved to be a little bundle of contradictions. Where Masaoka had expected a no-nonsense Inspector, he saw the walking embodiment of nerves and an eagerness to please. Where he anticipated her to crumble under the pressure of having such a gruesome first case, she instead stuck to her morals and shot down their most intimidating Enforcer. And where he expected her to flee the PSB after a hellish first day, she instead dug her heels in and worked to adapt. And she did so remarkably well. He just wished that didn’t include her stubborn attempts to understand one Shinya Kogami.

It was unnerving how much she reminded him of both Kogami and Ginoza when they first began working as Inspectors. She was determined to make a difference, wanted her work to be for the greater good, and not just the preservation of Sibyl. And just like before, Masaoka could already see the signs of their work hardening Akane’s skin like armor.

But there was something else. She wasn’t becoming tough to the core. Somehow, she still held on to her sense of justice, still wanted to believe in the inherent good of both the people and the system she worked to protect. Her determined optimism was achingly familiar to Masaoka—he remembered seeing it light up his son’s eyes when he was first assigned to the PSB, remembered seeing it flicker behind Kogami’s smile back when he was still an Inspector…remembered feeling it burn hot in his own chest when he was still a detective with a happy wife and a newborn son.

It never lasted long, not in this line of work, and especially not with Sibyl breathing down their necks. He knew it was only a matter of time before it faded from Akane as well. And yet…he still found himself wanting to protect it—protect her—for as long as he possibly could. If that meant discouraging her from lingering too long on her fascination with Kogami, then so be it. He’d seen first-hand the way Kogami’s dangerous mix of charisma, intelligence, and focus could tempt those around him into the same destructive habits.

“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you,” he told her, only to earn furrowed brows and a small frown in response. Ah, he realized, she really is cut from the same cloth. It didn’t matter what he said to her—she’d already made up her mind. Her wide eyes and gentle voice couldn’t hide her fierce curiosity and immoveable stubbornness.

Well…if he couldn’t convince her to protect herself, maybe he could find some way to keep her safe himself.

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Add details to the foreground and background, deepen the shadows to add more depth. This will help your subject stand out.

The door shut behind him with a soft click. Just like that, he was alone, isolated in his own home—or, cell…he really couldn’t tell the difference anymore—and left with no distractions from the mess he’d just made.

He’d thought he was so much older and wiser, thought that he had left behind the wide-eyed idyllicism that had drawn him to this god-forsaken career. But here he was, down one pistol and one set of keys to his safe house. He had just sent Kogami on what was essentially a suicide mission, and now he would have to face Tsunemori and Nobuchika and all the others, and watch them figure out what he’d done.

He knew giving Kogami a gun and refuge was a mistake. He knew it. And yet…he couldn’t find it in himself to feel any regret. The fool was always going to pursue Makishima, no matter the personal cost. At least Masaoka could tell himself he’d done what he could to lessen that cost, just a bit.

His eyes burned with exhaustion and his stomach burned with bourbon, but he didn’t move towards his bedroom. He instead found himself wandering into the moonlit living room, flicking on a lamp on his journey to the easel that was still set up by the windows. There was no way he was going to sleep. He might as well get some other work done while he could.

———

At last, you can add the final details to your piece, such as brighter highlights. But be careful—less is more.

“Thank you for helping me with this.”

“Of course, Ginoza-san.” Akane was growing used to the grief that had settled in her chest like a rock. It felt like her days were a never-ending parade of sorting through the things her loved ones had left behind—Kagari’s vintage tech collection, Kogami’s books, and now, whatever secret interest Masaoka had stashed away.

And yet, for all that she was getting “used to” the process, she still felt her eyes sting when she stepped into Masaoka’s old living quarters and breathed in the familiar scent of bourbon and paints. She could see the effects of being surrounded by his father’s presence weighing on Ginoza, and no amount of wry grins could keep her from noticing his curved-in shoulders.

“No need to use ‘-san’ with me,” he chuckled as he led her further into the salon. “You’re the superior, now.”

“I still learned everything about this job from you.”

“Not just me.”

The quiet words pulled her eyes from wandering around the room back to Ginoza. He was standing by a covered easel near the window, holding up one edge of the fabric to peer at the painting underneath with a small, sad smile. “He never finished.”

“Finished what?”

“This.” It was surprising, seeing how carefully Ginoza unveiled the painting, but not as surprising as what awaited underneath. Akane’s breath caught in her throat—she...she knew that painting. She could distantly remember watching Masaoka lay down the base colors so many months ago.

And the strangest thing was, it looked finished to her. The vase looked almost real from how detailed the reflections were, and the flowers looked like they could bloom straight from the canvas. “It looks done to me.”

“It’s not. The flowers, they…they look too alive. They were starting to go brown at the edges when he started painting them.”

“How do you—?”

“I gave these flowers to my mother. He must have taken a photo of them and painted them to let her enjoy them forever.” Something around his eyes hardened, and his fingers tightened in the fabric he was still holding. “He…he had plans and projects and now—”

His voice broke. The next thing Akane knew, the fabric was fluttering to the ground as Ginoza pressed his hands to his eyes, shoulders drawn up tight around his ears.

Akane had never seen anyone in the PSB cry. In fact, the last person she’d seen cry was Kaori at Yuki’s funeral. So she did what she’d done for Kaori: she stepped up to Ginoza, gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and didn’t let go, not even when she felt him stiffen. “Don’t,” she murmured firmly, “don’t apologize. We have to grieve for him. We have to remember him. We’re the only ones who can, Ginoza-san.”

He was frozen for a moment, his only movements coming from his shaking sobs. Then, like a drifting boat in search of a mooring, his hands fell from his eyes and clutched at the back of her shirt as his forehead came to a rest on her shoulder. “...Thank you, Tsunemori,” he whispered, his voice rough from his tears.

“Of course.”

Ginoza gave himself a few more breaths before he pulled away, granting Akane a look at his reddened eyes. “Um,” he murmured, rubbing at the lingering tear tracks on his cheeks, “would you…be willing to help me take this to my mother? I don’t know how well she remembers him, but…I think he was painting this for her in the first place. She should be the one to have it.”

“Give me the time and place,” Akane agreed with a smile. “I’ll be there.”

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cinyemina · 6 months

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pech2 · 2 months

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Chapter 11 is out !!! Updates should come more regularly in the following months. Thank you for your support

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peace-for-levi · 1 year

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his duties {ginoza.}

content warning: depictions of mental health struggles (PTSD, nightmares, hinted dissociation, anxiety) and the use of mental health medication. Psycho-pass special spoilers and end of S1 spoilers. Implied smut, but not graphically described. kindly beta-read by @mac-n-cheese-n-cabbages !! thank you bby!

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On his to-do list, he must:

1. Get ready for work and set you up for a good day.

He knows what he’s doing is wrong. As an Enforcer – a hunting dog – he already walks a very tight rope in Japanese society. Once he is no longer needed, he’d be quickly discarded.

And where would that leave you?

You didn’t exactly – or would – have the capacity to become an Enforcer.

He’s selfish, he thinks, yet he can’t stop himself from doing this. He’s lost everyone else before. His father, gone; his mother at a therapeutic facility with Eustress Deficiency. He can’t lose you, too. It all comes from a good place – you and him both acknowledge that – but the perhaps irrational, baseless thought of this coming from a place of greed gnaws at him.

Every morning is the same. The morning sunshine highlighted the room in pinks and yellows. The day was starting again, and you’d be up soon. Even for a city as bustling as Tokyo, it had its quiet, golden moments like this. He’s quick to slam his hand over the near shrieking alarm clock. Not only out of annoyance – and it was annoying – but also because you could have been sleeping.

He notes he hasn’t woken up beside you this morning. This normally meant you went to sleep on the couch in the living area.

And that normally meant nightmares had plagued your sleep.

He peels away the bedsheets, and quickly patters out to you in his bare feet (and stopping for a moment to give Dime an affectionate rub.) The frantic footsteps stop though; he doesn't intend to alarm you in case you are trying to catch up on sleep.

He spies you sitting up on the couch with a leg propped up, chin resting on your knee as you fidget. He sighs, taking in your distant and disconnected expression.

He knows you probably need more professional help than what he can offer, but he also knows that that means you being taken away from him and being detained for god knows how long until your mental state improves.

That’s where the worry of him being selfish comes from. He loves you, he needs you – you are his lifeline. But is he depriving you of better help, or would he be sentencing you to an even crueller fate?

He just wants you better, any husband would. But he doesn't know if he is making the right choice…

Sibyl could be wrong, just this once.

You also couldn’t bear the idea of being separated from Ginoza.

He walks up to you and your pupils dilate, taking in the site of your husband.

He leans down and kisses your forehead, your temple, and finally, on the lips. “Good morning, sweetheart. You okay?”

He already knows the answer though. The memories of that fateful night and the nightmares from thereafter flood your mind once again, and you cling to him, breaking down in tears.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He held you tighter, rubbing your back and coaxing you to take deep breaths. “I’m here. You’ll get through this, you always do.”

Next, he must:

2. Eat breakfast. Make sure you’re stable enough for him to leave the house for an extended period of time.

Breakfast was always your job between the two of you. Ginoza was a very competent cook, but he always said your breakfasts were better than his. You considered eggs, bacon and coffee, but Ginoza works long days as an Enforcer. In your days as an Inspector, you used to prefer a healthy, nourishing breakfast over a quick, convenient one.

You owe Ginoza that much, considering how much he does for you.

By the time you’re making breakfast, you’ve been injected with your necessary medication. Sometimes this involves taking anti-anxiolytics and some other form of hue medication. Sometimes you just needed to be held. Just months ago, you didn’t need this medication to make it through the morning.

With your ever-fluctuating Psycho Pass – and often into high enough levels that a Dominator would shoot at – you’re more or less house-bound. Now, you live with Ginoza in one of the dorms.

All thanks to that one mission.

On that one fateful mission, you died that night.

Or at least in the eyes of Sibyl, you did.

301. That was what your crime coefficient skyrocketed to in that building, before the bomb detonated and came crashing down. 301 was grounds for elimination.

Officially registered as dead by the reports. You weren’t anyone anymore. You weren’t even alive.

Or, at least in the eyes of Sibyl, you weren’t.

Ginoza was extremely wary of doing hue checks, if doing any at all. That would let Sibyl know you were alive and avoiding rehabilitation. But it was quite obvious your hue wouldn’t be sky-blue, and it wasn’t going to be for the foreseeable future. There was no point in scanning you.

He was your lifeline, and you’d hate to think of a life without him in it. He was your guiding light, and he was determined to get you the help you needed one way or another, to restore you to full health.

Attached to each other like shadows, you would never give up so you choose to find solace in his strength, and he would go to the ends of the Earth if it meant giving you back your peace of mind.

3. Say goodbye before work.

He never leaves work without giving you another kiss on the lips. He assures you he’ll be back by six in the evening and that you just had to hold tight until then. The day drags on, whether there is a case or not.

He hates being away from you, not knowing how your condition is. But he does keep his phone at his side in case you text, and if he needs to head back. As an Enforcer and living within the building he also works at, he is never too far away from you.

By midday, he texts to ask if you have exercised . He knows not to force it, but he has encouraged you to keep moving your body. He asks if you’ve eaten.

Yes, sweetheart :) I made an omelette and side salad, you text him.

He smiles contently.

Proud of you, my love. Six hours, I’ll be home soon.

He sends another text, itching to know.

Are you feeling better than this morning?

He chews at his bottom lip in wait. Currently he’s at a local café, thinking of swinging home to drop something off for you.

His smile falls when he reads your reply.

I’ll be fine.

So, you’re not fine now… is that what you’re saying? He blinks rapidly and swallows thickly. Six hours, he can’t clock out now.

I’ll be home before you know it. Sit tight and rest. Take a nap if you need to, or your medication if you feel you need it.

4. Begin casework assigned by the leading Inspector and finish assigned tasks.

During this time, he dons his serious expression. The ex-Inspector side comes out to play, and he is seen as reliable, pragmatic and is able to take on anything.

But he keeps his phone in his pocket, his hand clutched around it. Almost as if he is waiting for it to vibrate in his grasp.

But as the case gets more intense, he is unable to check his phone as much. Time ticks by, hours rolling ahead and it’s nearly the evening.

Four missed phone calls from you, several messages from you saying you needed him home as soon as possible.

Ginoza has fallen into the habit of holding his breath before walking into the shared space again. What way would he find you? Would you have made dinner? Could you be resting?

Or worse, could you be thrashing about in mental anguish, pleading for it all to end and for you to be put out of your misery?

These are all plausible outcomes.

Regardless of how he may find you, he’ll take you in his arms and pour his adoration for you into his kisses. He is in awe of your strength of making it through each day, regardless of what it throws at you.

There was no greater act of cowardice than detonating a bomb; the criminal was long gone by the time the MWPSB swarmed the remains of the building (mostly debris, if you were to be honest.) Being caught underneath the dusty, suffocating rubble, and when you saw nothing but red – red with the blood of your late colleagues – with the fall of the building, it was no wonder your hue got so cloudy.

You were caught up in the explosion. With arms outstretched, you tried pulling your Enforcers to safety. You saw your friends try to shield their heads. Your lungs were straining from the excess inhalation of all the dust. One of your enforcers had been right ahead of you and had managed to locate a safe – in relation to the situation – way out, but when you tried to move, you noticed your leg was caught underneath a steel beam. Friend or foe, he was still your Enforcer. You ordered him out of the building while anxiously trying to remove the steel that prevented you from moving amidst the crumbling.

The safe passage caved in, leaving you trapped in an vortex of raging heat and smouldering bricks. Fear was a beast that robbed you of your rationale, but it also left you pumped with adrenaline. You had pushed the beam off and began to move.

You heard the sound of your name tearing through the confines of the building.

Ginoza.

You had to get out, push your way out. Time slowed and when it stopped, you knew you were out of time. The ceiling caved in on top of you and your scream to your husband was snuffed out like a candle’s flame.

He found you on the sofa in your living space.

You stirred and twitched violently in your sleep, crying out and nearly shrieking.

He runs towards you and pulls you up.

“[F/n], [F/n], come now. Shh… you’re safe, you’re at home.”

He holds you in his arms and sinks to the floor with you in a heap. He holds you tight and tells you that the nightmare is over. You’re not in the building anymore. You’re not suffocating beneath the rubble. He dispels all the cruel tricks your mind is playing on you and holds you in his arms as you mourn for your sanity and weep for what has been.

“It’s me, your husband. Ginoza. Hey, hey… come on now… you got this.”

You claw at his shirt as you sniffle and groan.

Your body has left the crumbled building but your mind is still trapped there, caught in a vortex-like limbo of reality and unreality; of nightmares and normality.

On nights like these, you need more hue-stabilising medication.

When you come to, you grovel and beg for his forgiveness. You sob, wishing you could be a better – a “more normal” – wife. You want to be able to greet him with a home-cooked meal in the evening, with laundry done and perhaps a movie ready to go in the background. That’s what normal couples do, right? You sometimes speak to Shion and Yayoi (through encrypted channels) and you hear of what they do for each other.

You can’t promise that to Gino anymore.

He is quick to shush you with a kiss. “There’s nothing to forgive. This was never your fault to begin with.”

On nights like these, though he keeps it well hidden, Ginoza sinks into the depths of anger – albeit momentarily – and wants revenge on that suicide bomber who stole a part of you with him.

In times like these, he’s able to forget about the guilt he feels about depriving you of rehabilitation.

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Nearly every night, you ask Ginoza to come shower with you. Being attached to him at the hip is grounding. He holds you in his arms like you are made of fine china and the most precious thing in the world.

Simply because you are.

Your mind and mental state was fractured over that incident and you were left to pick up the pieces, with your husband by your side.

All you have is intense anxiety and traumatic memories that could leave you rooted in fear. Logically speaking, this was to be expected and is a natural reaction to what happened. But in Sibyl’s eyes, as long as you weren’t conforming to society’s standards of being sound of mind, you were too different and too much of a threat to be ‘let loose’ in public. Your anxiety could – and probably already – has sprouted negative feelings in other people.

Ginoza doesn’t let you know that his hue has darkened in recent months since the incident. It’s through no fault of your own – he undertook all this upon becoming your husband – but it’s something he’ll take with him to the grave.

But he’d let his hue get coloured black if it meant you getting better.

On the nights you’re able and willing, he takes you to bed with him. Passionate kisses, titillating sighs and pleasured moans. Limbs becoming entangled with each other. His name slips from your tongue like a prayer.

He pulls you close to him after all is said and done and whispers sweet nothings. He tells you he loves you and he’ll love you in any state you present yourself to him. He tells you everything you need to hear and means it all. It’s always genuine.

When you fall asleep in his arms, he can breathe easy knowing you made it through the day.

He falls asleep dreaming of you, the bomber he’s been researching and lastly, of a life where you can return to society.

Once again:

Get ready for work and set you up for a good day.

He’s quick to slam his hand over the near shrieking alarm clock. Not only out of annoyance – and it was annoying – but also because you could have been sleeping.

And the day starts again…

the way i condensed an old ginoza x oc fic idea into 2.4k is not smthn i was proud of but the ginoza brainrot is REAL. likes are appreciated but reblogs put a biiiig fat smile on my face ! :D

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thefoxtherapist · 1 year

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Kagari's kisses were always messy. He kissed like no tomorrow, though maybe in his opinion, there wasn't. Tongue and teeth, kisses interrupted by breathless laughter. He could romanticize this more than anything else in his life. A reckless lover, his kisses mirrored that.

It wasn't that Ginoza didn't like kissing you, it was that the man was rather reserved about it. Like he had a limited amount of kisses. It took a lot of reassurance that that wasn't the case for him to become more free about the kisses he granted you. You quickly found the man loved his kisses. Only in private, of course.

Akane was always in a rush, a busy person through and through. But she always made time to kiss you goodbye or kiss you hello. Like a daily ritual, she couldn't start or finish her day without a kiss from her beloved. Of course, if you were to point that out, her cheeks would quickly flush as she tried to wave it off.

One might accuse Kogami of being a rough kisser. And sometimes they'd be right, okay, most of the time. For Kogami, relationships were dangerous. So he does what he can, opting to pretend that it doesn't mean as much to him as it does. Despite this, the way he grips his lover's face whilst kissing is nothing short of romantic.

You almost expected Makishima's lips to be cold when he kissed you. But they weren't, rather, he was quite warm. Still, his kisses were all devouring. A leading man through and through, his lips against yours was no different a situation.

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mixakuu · 7 months

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Hey. My name is Mixie and welcome to my page. I’m glad that you’re here, existing. <3

A little about me…

24 ☆ INTJ ☆ Virgo ☆ Enneagram 9 The Peacemaker ☆ Poli Sci major ☆

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I’m literally the type of person that if you start talking to me randomly I will act like we’ve known each other for 7+ years. So please don’t hesitate to tag me/talk to me I’d love to make more online friends even if it’s temporary <3

Some characters I love:

JJK- Noritoshi Kamo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Toge Inumaki, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna

Blue Lock- Rensuke Kunigami, Jingo Raichi, Reo Mikage, Ikki Niko, Okuhito Iemon, Tsurugi Zantetsu, Rin Itoshi, Hiiragi Reiji

Fire Force- Vulcan Joseph, Karim Flam

Bungo Stray Dogs- Doppo Kunikida, Ango Sakaguchi, Oda Sakunosuke, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Mushitarō Oguri

Kaiju no. 8 - Leno Ichikawa, Soshiro Hoshina

Psycho Pass- Nobuchika Ginoza, Shinya Kogami

Tokyo Revengers- Takashi Mitsuya, Shuji Hanma, Chifuyu Matsuno

Some Characters I Kin (HEAVILY):

Atsushi (BSD)

Maki (JJK)

Ango (BSD)

Oda (BSD)

Younger Geto (JJK)

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“Stop pitying yourself. Pity yourself, and life becomes an endless nightmare.” - Dazai BSD

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psychosimp17 · 4 months

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Just posted the beginning of the SEQUEL to my fanfic "Ending the Omnipotence Paradox" over on Ao3!

We're shifting gears on this one to follow Akane after her release from Tokorozawa and diving into her new role at the PSB. 🩵 #postFirstInspector #angst101 #dualPOV #itscomplicated #AUCanonDivergence #thisisntalovetriangle #buckleup #adultsituationsahead

#psycho pass #akane tsunemori #shinya kogami #shinkane #shizuka homura #fanfic #psycho-pass #tsunemori akane #kougami shinya

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psychopasss4 · 5 months

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ShinKane's daughter 😍💕

If Akane and Kougami-san would have 1 daughter. I can picture this kid as her 😘🤌🏻❤️

Proud Daddo and Waifu 🤭🤗🥰

😇🤓

#psycho pass #kogami shinya #akane tsunemori #shinya kogami x akane tsunemori #shinkane #koaka #shinkane child #eldest daughter #father #mother #gorgeous #family #miri unasaka #buddy daddies #fanfic #crossover

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simpforchuchu · 2 years

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hey could we get some shinya kogami and ginoza headcanons as to how they'd react to having a crush on you??:))

Kogami / Ginoza | having a crush on you

A/n: Yess PP REQUESTS 😍😍😍 and hope you like it 🥰

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

Kogami

• He'll hide it for a while and won't tell

• You won't even realize that he has feelings for you

• He'll flirt with you but think it's just a simple thing

• Actually, he's not too sure.

• But when you got hurt one day—a small wound—he didn't want to hide it anymore when he saw how worried he was.

• When you least expect it, probably at a celebration, he will suddenly take your hand and confess

• If you don't reject him he will kiss you there and smile

• "I've been wanting to do this for a while"

• He was grinning as you turned completely red.

Ginoza

• Shy

• When he realizes that he has feelings for you, he will do his best to give up.

• He'll stay away from you and act cold

• It will even make you think you made a mistake for a while.

• After a while, he will realize that what he did was stupid and he will offer you a date when you least expect it.

• He's shy, it'll take a while for him to even hold your hand

• protective and gentleman

• He'll probably confess his feelings more openly after dates

#psycho pass x reader #psycho pass fanfic #psychopass #ginoza nobuchika x reader #ginoza #ginoza x reader #kogami shinya imagine #kogami shinya fic #kogami shinya x reader #kogami x reader

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pearlsephoni · 1 year

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Shinkane Week 2022, Day 3: Humility

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: G

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Shinkane (Kogami/Akane)

Characters: Akane Tsunemori, Shinya Kogami

Word Count: 1,282

Summary: After years of knowing each other, there are still some hidden talents left to be revealed.

A/N: Written for @shinkaneweek! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

“Wow, I’m hungry.”

Kogami looked down at her with a small grin and a bemused wrinkle to his eye. “I would hope so, if we’re getting lunch.”

“I know, but it just hit me extra strong.” As though on cue, Akane’s stomach grumbled, bringing a flush to her cheeks and a broader smile to his lips.

“And what are you craving today, Inspector?”

“Don’t call me that.” The response was instinctive more than anything at that point—he’d never stop using the title, even if its meaning had gone from overly-strict observance of work ranking, to a fond tease. “Isn’t it your turn to choose?”

“Mm…a new place just opened with crepes. It’s over by the park.” His smile warmed at her wide, interested eyes. “Shall we?”

Curse him and his knowledge of her sweet tooth. Despite knowing he suggested it because it was something she’d be interested in, Akane couldn’t resist the chance to try some crepes. She could only muster narrowed eyes of suspicion at his mischievous smile and let him lead the way.

The food stalls at the edge of the park were their favorite places to get lunch when the weather was nice enough. With how rarely they could get lunch together, they still hadn’t been able to try all of the new stalls.

But Kogami walked past the ones they’d been wanting to try, including the Thai stall he’d been eyeing for a while, only stopping in front of the crepe stall. The warm scent of chocolate and strawberries made Akane’s mouth water, even as she eyed Kogami doubtfully. “Shinya, are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” He met her skeptical gaze with an easy grin, until she sighed in defeat.

“Alright. But I’m paying.”

“Akane—”

“My treat!” She pulled up her card on her comm before he could stop her. “What do you want?”

With that, she shooed him off to wait for her at their favorite bench while she ordered his savory crepe and her sweet strawberry crepe. The delicious scent of batter being spread over the pan and the fillings being warmed in the freshly-cooked dough made an excited smile spread over her face as she waited in line, and it ended up coaxing a matching smile from the worker taking her order.

By the time she accepted the finished crepes and made her back to Kogami, her mouth was watering, eager and ready for the sweet treat she held.

Then she saw Kogami, and she stumbled to a stop.

She’d been expecting to see him lost in thought, or checking a message, or even just watching her at the food truck.

But he was doing none of those things. His attention was entirely focused on a ginger cat rubbing itself on his leg.

Stray animals were rare in the city, especially outside of the Sibyl black zones. Any that were spotted were usually reported and caught to be put into a rescue. Kogami clearly wasn’t planning on doing anything of the sort. He was perfectly happy offering up his fingers for the cat to sniff and direct under its chin.

“Hey, little one,” Akane could just hear him murmur, “where’d you come from?” The cat let out a croaky meow, before going back to rubbing its cheeks against Kogami’s fingers. Akane couldn’t hear any other sounds from the cat, but Kogami quietly commented, “Oh, someone’s happy. Someone’s purry, hm?”

Shinya Kogami, former Inspector and Enforcer, pursued guerilla warrior, now part of Hanashiro’s most carefully-selected crew of detectives and officers…was baby-talking to a cat. The happiest cat Akane had ever seen, at that.

The cat meowed and sniffed at the air, before sniffing at Kogami’s fingers and giving them a delicate lick. “Hm? Do you smell something? I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you. Not yet, anyway…” With that, he finally looked up and saw Akane, standing stock still with his crepe carefully balanced in one hand and her crepe held over her delighted expression. “…Oh.”

He began pulling his fingers back, only pausing when Akane burst out, “Oh, please don’t stop! Please, Shinya, this is the best thing I’ve seen in weeks!”

His brows furrowed as a small smile tugged at his lips. “You can understand why that’s not appealing to me.”

“You don’t want me happy?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Akane shot him a playful grin before focusing on the cat, who looked distinctly perturbed to have its time with Kogami interrupted. “It’s okay,” she cooed, slowly approaching and holding Kogami’s crepe out for him to take. “I’m friendly, I promise.”

The cat still tensed up with every step she took, only starting to relax when she knelt close to the ground and held out her newly-free hand. It was much less willing to approach her, and she had a feeling it eventually did just because of the smell of Kogami’s chicken crepe still on her fingertips.

“Hey!” she laughed when it nipped at her. “How come you bit me and not Ko?”

“My charm must be irresistible.” His faux-cocky grin faltered under the blithe smile she shot him.

“Must be…though I’m not sure it was your ‘charm’ that got me.”

Those stormy gray eyes, usually so sharp and knowing, seemed almost bashful in the way they skittered away from hers to look at the cat. “Is that so?”

“Mm…it was more your intelligence…your stubbornness…your unshaking focus…”

His ears were turning pinker and pinker with every word she said and every inch she closed between them, until she was sitting next to him on the bench and his ears looked like they could catch on fire. “…Akane.”

“Hm?” She smiled sweetly when he finally met her eyes.

“Eat your crepe. It’s going to get cold.”

She giggled before obeying him, watching fondly as he picked out a small piece of chicken and dropped it to the ground for the cat to leap on. “I didn’t know you were so good with animals.”

“Neither did I,” he chuckled, an ever-so-soft curve to his lips as he watched the cat eat. “At least, not with cats. And Dime took a while to warm up to me.”

“I’m sure that was thanks to Gino-san’s influence more than anything.”

“Awfully rude to say about your superior.” Even if she didn’t already know him so well, the glint in his eye would have told her he was joking.

“Not rude,” she sniffed, “just honest.”

With a scoff, Kogami focused back on the cat, this time balancing a piece of chicken on his fingertips. Sure enough, the ginger critter approached and delicately ate the chicken without a moment’s hesitation. “I think this little guy is just friendly and hungry.”

“Humility’s a strange look on you, Kogami-san.”

He gazed sidelong at her. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were calling me arrogant.”

“But you do know better.”

“I’m still struggling to figure out what you do mean.”

“I mean,” she laughed, taking a chance on their secluded bench and leaning in to rest her chin on his shoulder, “you’re usually more self-assured than this.”

“I think I can be forgiven for being less sure about cats.”

“Well…it’s still sweet.”

“Sweet?” Akane’s chin slid of his shoulder when he leaned away just enough to look at her. “That’s a new one.”

“A bad one?”

“From anyone else, maybe.”

“Really?”

“Mm…I have an image to maintain.”

Oh, that smile. After all this time, it was still rare enough and gentle enough to make her heart squeeze. Who could possibly resist stealing a kiss from those sweet lips? She never could, and she wasn’t going to start now…even with indignant meows piercing through their peaceful veil of solitude.

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necropxlis · 2 years

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MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Ghost Story

Shinya Kogami x gn!Reader

TW: angst, psychological distress, Kogami throws a bottle close to your face.

“Stop coming”

Those words rang in your ears. Echoing inside your head as you try to grasp the meaning behind them. Kogami, your long time boyfriend, would never tell you to leave.

“I’m sorry. Do you wanna repeat that?” You stuttered taking a step towards the man.

“Y/N don’t make this difficult-“ he started

Scoffing, you threw your hands in the air, “Of course I make everything difficult. Just because you don’t want to put me in “danger.” I’m not a child Shinya, I can handle myself.”

Kogami was growing frustrated with each second you continued to argue. You could tell this is not what he truly wanted, but he was stubborn. He always got what he wanted wether you liked it or not. Taking a swig of water, he tosses the bottle away and turns toward the wall. Kogami has been obsessing over Makishima Shougo ever since he lost his partner months ago. He claims that he’s the reason behind everything.

You believe him to an extent. You believe that Makishima has something to do with the death of his partner and the reason Kogami is now an enforcer. However, you don’t believe he is as smart as Kogami says. No man can turn themselves into a ghost story.

“Shinya, you need to stop. Don’t you see you’re obsessing over nothing? This person may not even be involved.”

A glass bottle flew past your head, crashing against the wall behind you. As you stood there wide eyed, Kogami was heaving with anger. Never before had he ever done anything like this. The Kogami you knew and fell in love with never made any sign of aggression towards you. This was the first time he even yelled at you. Guilt began building up inside of you.

You knew how much Kogami had suffered since he had been released from the rehabilitation center. You knew how his pride hurt after being reduced to Sybil’s hunting dog; how his once friend, now sees him as nothing more than a tool. All because he can’t handle the emotions of loosing someone.

“Leave.”

Taking a step forward, you tried to reach for him, hoping he would allow you to comfort him. How could you be so stupid to let your pride come before his feelings?

“Shinya I-“

“I SAID LEAVE” he yelled angrily slamming his fist on his desk.

You lowered your hand and stood there for a moment considering your options. Knowing there was nothing more you could do, you walked out of Kogami’s room without looking back. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, but you wouldn’t cry here. Not out in the open where someone could see you. As you were walking towards the elevator, a door opened revealing Masaoka. He called out to you and begged you to stop, but you couldn’t. You could never come back here again.

-Present Day

It had been days since that fight. Days? Maybe it was months ago? Longer? You don’t know anymore. The concept of time has been lost. Ever since you broke the simulation and realized your four walls were nothing but a lie. The starch white walls littered with scratches were all you knew. Who caused them? Was it you? Why can’t you think straight?

Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. THINK!

-The Past

There was an incident in the building you work in. Apparently some psycho tried to assault one of your coworkers. Thankfully you went out to eat for your lunch break with a couple of your friends. Arriving back at the building, you noticed MWPSB vans littered around the area. Something tugged at your heart as you felt yourself walking towards a familiar figure. The spiky black hair that never seemed to be controlled no matter how much product was applied. A line of smoke trails in front of the figure.

All the signs led to Kogami.

Walking up to the figure, you were inches away from grasping onto his jacket, when he turned around to face you. The cigarette fell out of his mouth as he stared at you. There was no emotion behind his eyes and nothing showed on his face. The line of work Kogami is involved with he had to perfect his poker face. Nothing was said between the two of you. Words failed you in this moment.

You begged your brain to form a sentence, to say anything to break the silence, but nothing came. His steel eyes bore into your soul. He wasn’t pleased you were actually in front of him. After the argument the two of you had, he was perfectly content with never seeing you again. When the call came through that there was a potential crime happening in your building, he prayed you weren’t involved. Seeing you in front of him now, he was able to breathe easily, he just couldn’t let you see it.

“Enforcer Kogami, line up.” A man with green hair spoke.

That must be Ginoza. You’ve met him a few times back when Kogami was an Inspector. Kogami kept eye contact with you for a while before turning away. He handed his dominator to the inspector and walked into the back of the loading van. He looked at you one last time before the doors closed. Your heart breaking more and more the further the van traveled.

A shorter lady with brown hair brushed passed you. Something about her felt strangely familiar. Quickly reaching out, you grabbed her sleeve, causing her to stop. Turning around to meet you face to face, you noticed her brown eyes held a variety of emotions.

“You must be Inspector Tsunemori?” You asked.

Akane nodded and began to speak but you cut her off. Smiling so wide your eyes closed to give off a soothing grin.

“Watch out for Kogami for me?”

-Present Day

The creak of the hinges on the old door startled you. He had come to visit you once again. His white hair flowed as he effortlessly entered the decrepit room. With a voice like honey, you had once trusted him. The villain sang the song of the Pied Piper, and like a fool you followed. Kneeling down, the man swept some of your hair out of your face, forcing you to look at him. His golden eyes held so much promise, but there was nothing there for you. You were simply a pawn in his glorious game of chess. You hated to admit it but Kogami was right.

The ghost story was true, and now you’re in it.

#Shinya Kogami x reader #Kogami x reader #Kogami angst #tw angst #tw psychological distress #tw Kogami throws a bottle #psycho pass fanfic

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