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headcanon from yesterday: yuki doesn't like gojo! they say that similar poles repel each other and in a sense she sees a lot of herself in him and can't help but keep him at bay. and funnily she liked geto, because she likes humans and she saw more empathy in him than she did on gojo, so it was a truly heartbreaking that the next time they met it was on opposing ends...

that being said, her dynamic with gojo is basically this:

reviving my kogami muse is the best thing that's happened, didn't think I still had it in me now yall will have to deal with me writing 1818382839616672 paragraphs of kogami character analysis each new reply

sakura in a jjk setting would have a heavenly restriction which gives him enormous strength of course, but he's never been able to see curses so he was isolated in the jujutsu society same as maki and toji were, thus turning him into that mistrustful boy that he is in canon. i just think that would be neat.

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Who doesn’t need another chaos hot boy on their roster? I think you’d write a fun Nagumo.

Based off my blog, what other characters could you see me Roleplay as?

The people's princess omg 😭🫶 yessss actually I've considered writing him but I'd need to re read sakamoto days first so I can remember his speech manner... My tunnel vision made me absorb osaragi, gaku and takamura only

I miss him :(

please im begging connect me with more psycho pass blogs i am rotting in this corner

"You look like you've got something to say," Koito glares at Ogata defensive in advance.

a brat will always be a brat.

maybe it’s the irony of fate, should ogata believe in fate at all, or maybe another force was secretly at play, and they’d always be bound to meet halfway, in the same position as all those years back. ogata huffs out a mirthless laugh, ghost-pains where his eye should’ve been - had been not longer than a few days before - anchor him to the present. second lietunant koito, sprawled on the ground, helpless, a wounded puppy for all the barking he did around tsurumi’s feet on the daily. it’s annoying, it makes him want to break him badly.

he doesn’t, only keeps the urge at bay, for now. his gun remains still against the back of koito’s head, feeling his muscles tense below the barrel. he won’t hold out for much longer, the aching wounds becoming more persistent by the second, but he finds enough strength in himself to roll koito over and on his back, heel digging in the crook of his adam’s apple and sharp collarbone. ogata knows what it feels like, to feel cartilage giving into the pressure of a heavy step. it would be so easy…

“heh, i sure do. didn’t realize you were so concerned about me that you’d come visit. i’m moved.” ogata watches him with a dark gleam in his eye, mockery undisturbed, only heightened by the morphine traversing through his veins finally kicking in in-between words. “it’s not the first time you’ve been cornered like this. how many times is that going to happen until it sticks, that you’re not cut out for this?”

his foot presses lower, above koito’s ribcage, and the gun hovers on the space between his eyes. the gun's been unlocked from the start; it's unfinished business. at last his foot was in the throbbing expanse of his chest, which had only grown broader, a man's frame, even larger than ogata's had been when he was koito's age. heartbeats rumbled against bare skin. sweat pools like jewels on his temple, framing those features, as though painted from the finest inks. as if everything about him is a mirror of his lineage.

“spoiled brat.” the vowels come sharper than japanese, rusty from misuse. he searches for that feeling again, sour on his tongue, invokes the anger that had made him try and riddle his pretty skull with bullets back then.

instead he watches, quietly, as koito squirms. fights to regain control. the kick comes faster than he assumed his body could take, but he strikes koito’s face with the unceremonious grace that you’d haul corpses on the battlefield. he throws a last glance over his shoulder, for memory’s sake, perhaps. or because he just wanted to see him cry a little, as he’d done at tsurumi’s lap many times before.

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you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you . (Gino @ Kogami)

‘ isn’t that the whole point of this? make fools of ourselves to drive the rats out of the den? if you’re so certain that there’s another, more efficient way then i suppose that i wasted a good bourbon. ’ 

kogami didn’t always nurse a glass in the company of untrustworthy men - of strangers for that matter. gino being around brings reassurance, so makes an exception for tonight and for the greater outcome of the hunt. an exception for gino. the man knows how to crawl deep into his skin, convince him and root up any uncertainty lingering in his system. kogami watches the crowd, the many faces partly blurred by a shower of golden lights, shadows cast like dark veils, the image of a funeral. uncanny.

‘ feels less like we’re the hunters here, more like we’re prey being watched from the depths of the forest, don’t you think? light up a fire in the hills and see the kind of predators that scramble their way to your position. the effect of a lighthouse during the storm is the most effective with sneaky bastards like himself. ’

a sip.

glass descends with a loud tud against the table, his other hand reaching out to mess up gino’s carefully brushed hair.

‘ keep your eyes open, gino. we’re in for a surprise, if my gut doesn’t fail me. ’

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kogami is the type who doesn't think much of valentine's chocolates, just accepts them as long as they're friendly but if it comes with a confession he might turn them down or just say a polite thanks.

gojo however is the type to parade around receiving chocolates because he loves sweets even though he's not going to accept any proposal he just wants to eat so that makes him sort of an asshole but no one cares because he's being cute about it.

geto is the type to politely accept chocolates and kindly reject confessions, but he does it so nicely that there's a line of people waiting their turn to be rejected.

as for liu xiao he will disappear that day, he doesn't exist.