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@cursedfell

( sms ) : i'm in. whatever it is you're planning, i'm in

for lx !!

[sms] 23;45: it's good to know but it's not something we should discuss over the phone. i'll come to see you tonight. [sms] 23;46: dispose of your phone once you read this.

@burntpa1acel // texting prompts.

( sms ) : you know how you totally adore me? (sasayama at kogami)

[sms] 21.39: and you know how to get on my nerves [sms] 21.39: that's not what i asked [sms] 21.40: what's the situation? get any read of the map? signal's bad over here.

@lustraveil // texting prompts.

These two should have more canon interactions just saying 👀

- Ep 52

LIU XIAO Link Click Bridon Arc Episode 2: Prelude

For people, there are many ways to spin a lie. With the right choice of words, even a lie can sound like the truth. But there's one thing you can't fake — heartbeat. That's my power.

Been meaning to draw this guy ^^ New Link Click villain just so hot~

he's so beautiful i need to consume him i need to tear him apart with my teeth i need to feel his blood dripping from my mouth i want to have him in the most visceral way possible i need to eat him alive

❛ so i suppose that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt. ❜ (sasayama @ kogami ! )

load of bullshit.

the thought had been nagging at him all night, worming its way into the corner of his mind despite how often he told himself that these things didn’t matter to him, that he’d grown past the judgement of prioritizing his profession above expectations. it’s partially true. kogami’s focus drifted from his drink, the cheap can of beer resting atop worn out wood of a table that’d seen better years.

he knew he’d already had two to three beers too many, but that doesn’t stopping from swirling the half empty can of Sapporo beer between taut muscle, fingertips searching for anything solid that could ground him and keep him away from jabbing at sasayama’s back.

‘ i might have been glad to see you’ve fared well after your discharge, but now i don’t know. now i think you just piss me off. ’ no real bite in his words.

any other time in years past he would’ve obliged, perhaps dated the girl — a petite thing, charming smile, lean in the face, makes your stomach churn at the sigh. stealing moments together. he would’ve liked it back then, because it made him feel older, like he had his life under control.

funny how fast everything can change.

well, everything except sasayama. kogami hardly expects to hear an apology, sees the end of this teasing far outside his reach that perhaps the ordinariness of this evening makes kogami be more himself now that he’s ever been. he takes deep swig of his beer, making a halfhearted attempt to quiet down the pounding in his head since the moment he’d been masked with the question: will you take the leap or will you go on pretending that all there is to life is to sit behind a monitor and run drills, scan people’s faces from the better end of the dominator.unfair to her, should he play the role of pretender.

‘ figured i’d let her know, in case it got her hopes up for nothing. you’re one to judge. at the very least, i’m not the womanizer who can’t keep hands to himself. ’

@lustraveil

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. ’

@lustraveil

small musing but the way i write kogami he doesn't feel anything remotely romantic for akane, he simply respects her and the bond shared with her is that of a person who aside from makishima has managed to take a dive into his mind and figure out the inner machinations, though her approach is less damaging and there's mutual respect where with makishima there was violent impulses. anyway, kogami doesn't really have a preference and doesn't really think about romance in general, there's a lot going on in his head for it to be at the front of his mind.

PSYCHO-PASS 10th MEMORIAL NOTE

"Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory."

@cursedfell

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)

“ can you host a hassle-free party? one without noise. ”

‘ can you play one of your rhythm games without thumbs? ’ gojo scoffed dismissively, the absurdity of the question so comical it almost makes him laugh. almost. ‘ you stand by this statement? doesn't matter, don't answer me! you just have to be there to understand it. parties without noise are an inexistent equation. need a quiet place? tell qiao ling to bring you a crib, you crybaby. can we get going though? these drinks are getting warm. ’

@trapshot

The most beautiful boy in the world🤍

@lustraveil cont. // kogami shinya

mourning over casualties that have not come breeds bad habits. 

the thing is a vice: a man’s mind wanders, wonders; it’s precisely men like gino who are susceptible to the mercies of a general force that is brutal and unkind. some called it regret. kogami associated it more with the gut feeling of impending confrontation, the thrill of a foxhunt. maybe he’s not wrong, maybe he’s doing all of this for himself, but it’s not a lie that every time he rolls that name on his tongue, sasayama’s face comes to view. the taste is dark and sour, like vinegar and unlike the pale hues that mirror the devil’s own appearance. makishima. makishima. makishima shogo.

kogami feels his own hand tighten around the handrail, eyes coming shut on their own accord as if to keep him isolated in the eternity of these impulses, itching to take control. but not here.

a sharp tug at his thoughts and he’s back in the moment, cold breeze signaling the end of autumnal skies, reminding him where he stood, where he is at present. reality shatters whatever spell he was under, and, vaguely dizzy, kogami rips his gaze away from the darkness. another drag from his cigarette, smoke filling his throat, his lungs, any part of him with the capacity to harbor it and toss it back into the night like a ghostly whisper. he desperately wished he was better at hiding his true thoughts - make it less evident to the prying eyes of the people he knew and knew him in return. it was a weakness. his greatest.

‘ you’re not entirely wrong. i might be doing this for myself. some nights i lay awake, thinking about what the last thing sasayama saw could be. was it the knife used to rip at his flesh? or was it the chemicals used to preserve all his components like the poor attempt of a puppeteer? no matter what, the images come one after another like an old movie. i can see it and i can hear it. it’s not something pleasant by any means. it’s not something any human being ought to live with. ’ 

what could he possibly say to excuse himself after this? 

that he arrived late, back then, because that is how fate had it prepared for them? 

that he took that turn on the street because a larger force willed it? 

it’s not so poignant a narrative, this is merely the byproduct of someone else’s cruelty, the loss of morality when morality is defined by a bunch of binary numbers and rainbow scales. and in a world such as that, where punishment befalls those who are left to the whims of a machine, he ought to learn to produce his own knives. perhaps the city of the future will fall back on reservists, the dregs of society who daydreamed of living by the blade, by their raw desires, a world where they can see the whites of their enemies eyes before they bury the sharp edge on their throats should they wish to. a second lie, then, it would be to say that he didn’t hope for a violent end like this. 

perhaps apologies would come later. perhaps he wouldn’t need them.

the fragility of impermanence. there’s barely anything left of his old life that he could call his, excluding gino and the rest. he’s sinking in quicksand, knows that better than anyone else. he releases the cigarette from the entanglement of his fingers, crushes it under the sole of his soe. he should walk away now — not from here, the physical, but from the path to execution that he’s been making for himself, instead of clinging to the shallow strands of hope that makishima might be closer to his grip than he’s ever been before, that he could’ve reached this point before had he done anything differently.

resentment isn’t something that he can easily escape. he could run all he wanted, but sasayama’s presence would always be there, haunting and everlasting, boring into the back of his skull in silent judgement.

he turns around, elbows on the rail, head tossed back to once again drink in the fresh air, ‘ i’ve spent one too many nights agonizing over what to do and this is the conclusion i’ve reached. you want me to promise you something but i can’t give it. i’m sorry, gino. ’

Psycho-Pass

brush test with Makima

she's not dead , i can see her breathing . (Chrollo at Makima if you’re familiar with hxh!)

‘ are you familiar with blindness? ’ gaze inquisitive, never wavering. there’s no double intention in the topic chosen, though she finds the irony of it amusing enough to let the silence eat at the last syllables, her voice a lullaby in the empty space of the cathedral’s towers.

she moves away from the place where sword and arrow intended to pin her down — perhaps there’s something about buildings of this kind, always craving for a sacrifice. she notices a second scent, too, almost hidden by the soft cologne from his clothes. it’s barely noticeable, though desperately wanted to be seen, to be chased. makima’s head tilts to the side, spirals and his black voids meet in the middle. ‘ i’m talking about the essay. the author has long since passed away, sadly. but his work left an impression on me, when i first read it. i won’t bore you with the specifics, but i’d like to talk about the overlap in our situations. ’

the lights do little to help her, echoes satiate her curiosity and she calculates the proximity as she descends from the stairs, her gait slow and casting shadows, longer and longer the more her figure comes into view beneath the thin veil of the moonlight. ‘ you have correctly discerned that i wasn’t truly dead and by no stretch of the word. just like there is only one person who can see in a world of perpetual blank canvases for the rest of humanity. ’

‘ it’s an interesting work. the author died slowly from an incurable disease. ’ she dusts her clothes off, slowly braids her hair back, wipes the blood from her face. her attention never leaves him, and neither does his. ‘ disease is not something i know. or death. and it doesn’t seem like you do, either. can i know your name? ’

@lustraveil

stay out of trouble . (Gino @ Kogami!)

perhaps it’s the late hour making him charitable.

or maybe the common sentiment shared among enforcers - masaoka and kogami specifically, that gino ought to be kept on the sidelines of all that hides in the shadows. unlike their own hues, his can still be maintained, can strive for salvation. as for the rest of them, well, they’ve already become familiar with the robotic voice dialing central, the reply back unlocking the weapon’s potential to paralyzer, at the very least, and in the worst cases, at the darkest hour of their minds, there’s no other way out but having their guts rained on ther companions. gruesome, but that’s their reality, one that gino should never know.

smoke clouds the space between them, standing side by side, and it’s perhaps the familiar ambience, like how it’d been in the past, which sapped his ability to reason when reason was the wisest thing to do. and remain quiet, for certain.

‘ trouble is a broad word. ’ he swept a hand across the air, bracelet come to view, ‘ as far as i’m concerned, i’ve been navigating in trouble for a while now. ’

guess the joke didn’t land well, he thinks, catching a glimpse of gino’s face contorting in something akin to anger, disappointment, defiance all at once. and isn’t it a dangerous feat, that he’s able to come bare with his emotions in the blink of an eye? it’s a weakness in the eyes of a predator like kogami, someone who’s always on the hunt for something, a ghost, or a memory. for any other person, honesty is freedom. it’s a distraction to himself, to let his thoughts wander. he picks up where he left off, sensing the tension embroidered in the seconds that he let the pause drag on for too long, so he offers gino a smile, once their gazes are locked.

‘ i get what you mean. it’s not the first time you’ve mentioned it. not the first person, either. you’ll probably hate to hear it, but masaoka has been insistent about it, too, in his own way. ’ 

the more you chase after something, the further away from your own skin it drives you; it’s crossed his mind that whatever becomes of him, of his raw flesh and bones, it can’t be anything pretty. when he set on this path, he accepted whatever outcome resulted of it. doesn’t mean he won’t give anything less than a calculated performance, that he’s received the devil’s gesture and returned it in kind. 

how to tell gino this, and that, and every other thing that comes after? there, suspended in air, balconies away from the other offices, it feels almost as if they were standing at the edge of the world. kogami’s gaze drops momentarily, welcoming the vertigo. he feels the treacherous birth of a smile, mirthless, and whether it’s the will of the fall - primal desperation, or the absurdity of this, bitter flavor of vengeance, he isn’t sure. but he wanted to say it no matter what.

gino deserved that much.

‘ you’re asking too much of me. i can’t give this up, you’ve known it for a long time. but i can promise you this: when the time to take the leap comes, i won’t drag you down - you, or inspector tsunemori or masaoka; you name it. think me a fool, if that’ll give you peace. curse me all you want, i’ll accept it. ’ if this hunger will be the death of me, then so be it. @lustraveil

Always vibes~

" Are you expecting me to be surprised, Sherlock?" ( from Mycroft)

‘ hardly the issue here, shitty brother. ’

sure enough, the vacant space in 221B for the better part of the years following their fabricated demise makes him feel sorry enough to not act on the defensiveness as he’d usually do, faced with his brother’s unwavering stare. what he can’t entirely wash away is the sense that the more he gives away, the less he has to call his and william’s own, as if the mere telling of those private moments would signify losing that exclusiveness to them and yes it’s selfish, yes, it’s unkind, but he’s never bothered to learn how to give up this hunger that started since the moment he laid eyes on those ruby-tinted eyes, near the spiral staircase.

sherlock rolls the filter of his cigarette between sharp teeth, eyes scanning the room - anywhere else but his brother’s face. ‘ that’s all you’re getting out of me anyways. you’ve probably heard from Albert already — we’ve been hopping cities since New York, solved a couple of mysteries here and there, nothing that should concern you. or what? you’re trying to act like a doting mother at your age? gives me the creeps. ’

@lightcreators

"im not crying! respect your elders!!" / utahime @ gojo

‘ it’s never fun to clean up after someone else’s party y’know, so i’d say we’re even! ’ he would’ve most definitely made another remark - probably something, anything to do with the leaves and branches stuck to her carefully-maintained hair but doesn’t. let her figure it out herself. he’s been nice enough already for coming here, at this hour, on what’s supposed to be his day off.

either way he doesn’t let her finish the flood of curse words that are probably most likely building up in her mind and instead redirects everyone’s (utahime-chan and ijichi’s) attention towards the elephant in the room — the first-grade curse in the building, more like.

satoru claps twice, ‘ okay, okay, i need you all with me now, let’s not ruin the moment. this is supposed to be an alumni reunion, and you… ’ two eyes on a set of 12-somethings, spiderish, nothing he’s ever seen before but hardly anything to write home about. satoru’s smile drives up the blindfold, adding to the symmetry of a face that’s obviously mocking and nothing close to sympathetic, ‘ i recommend you start counting your legs. ’

red light.

a vortex.

this ought to show them — the curses and whoever’s messed up his schedule for the next few days, that this is no mere game for him, however much they’re trying to make it seem so.

@psielapki

hey so if you see a guy with a red mullet + braid, sunglasses, long black coat, a foreign accent, has a perpetual 🤪 on his face —- he’s trying to get at the crazy cult man ur in love with and should die

what do you mean another guy is talking to suguru? what does he look like? HEY stop running!!

@hourdive

can we please take a moment to appreciate black shirt gojo

Ghost of the strongest

while we're at it who wants a gojo in their inbox? Like this post and I'll send him your way

Okay but can this actually be a thing??? Gojo just appearing out of nowhere all the time and either scaring everyone's muses or becoming witness to the craziest things ever coughs LG and CXS making out coughs and he's just there like 🧍