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Psycho-Pass Providence

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“You’re not supposed to read confidential reports.”

HE FLIPS THROUGH THE TABLET, each page more damning than the last. a descent into madness, it shows. the reports of his deteriorating psycho - pass, his inability to separate himself from the specimen case. there is no hope left for him, beset by a rage that would sicken someone down to the roots of their teeth.

"Still have my access," Kougami says, finally, setting the device to the side. the illuminated psycho - pass, recorded at 98, disappears into it. a report signed off by Inspector Ginoza, describing all this ugly, meaty truth. it speaks of a man gone blind in agony, in not so many words.

And he is that very man, flexing his fingers into a strained, flat fist at his side. gone ravenous, gone wild, it won't be long now he knows. they'll send him the call any day now, an attempt to salvage his psycho - pass, call it rehab, therapy, anything but a cage, a white - lighted tomb where all the wicked go to die.

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# ¹⁰³ they'll work that much harder and endeavor to fulfill their duties... i look forward to seeing you prove the fortitude of your spirits. . . . private writing blogs for the original division one of the public safety bureau's crime investigation department : GINOZA NOBUCHIKA, KOUGAMI SHINYA, and SASAYAMA MITSURU of the psycho - pass animanga series, as portrayed by alyssa and jude.

[nonspector]

jude, 21. he/she. 18+ only writing blog for kougami shinya of psycho-pass. originally written june of 2018. very low-key, low activity, minimal formatting and icon usage. plot dependent. headcanon heavy, currently in the middle of a psycho-pass rewatch. not involved with anime rpc at large. affiliated heavily with @unspector.

(sideblogs: @sasayamas + @aoyanagirisa + @shkagari.)

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#THE BATMAN  :  (   some triggering content may be present !     change pronouns to suit.     )

i don’t care what happens to me.

a new friend of yours?

don’t worry, honey.

who are you under there?

all it takes is fear and a little focused violence.

i wouldn’t be bothering you here, but your people keep telling me you’re unavailable.

don’t throw your life away.

things will get worse before it gets better.

you’re not my father.

i’m not so sure.

are you just hideously scarred?

no guns.

it can be cruel, poetic or blind.

hey guys, thanks for all the comments and tips on detonators.

your family has a history of philanthropy but as far as i can tell you’re not doing anything.

oh you’re really not as smart as i thought you were.

i’m well aware.

all you had was me.

if we don’t stand up to him, no one will.

i’m vengeance.

from your secret friend.

i thought i’d mastered all that.

gotham needs you to answer for the sins of your father.

get out of here or that suit’s gonna be full of blood.

i can take care of myself.

let’s get into some trouble.

yeah, man, that’s your thing

all these years, you lied to me.

the answer’s justice.

if this continues it won’t be long before you have nothing left.

fear is a tool.

the killer left this for you.

you came!

you have a lot of cats.

we all have our scars.

how am i part of this?

people need hope.

what have you done?!

mine or yours?

if you are justice, please do not lie.

i have a thing about strays.

bastard murders you and your reputation.

why is he writing to you?

i never thought i’d feel fear like that again.

who am i kidding, you’re already spoken for.

maybe we’re not so different.

i’ve been trying to reach you.

why don’t you come with me?

the riddler is asking for you.

when that light hits the sky, it’s not just a call, it’s a warning for them.

who are you hiding?

what the hell is this?

it has a nice ring.

you’ll see.

i’m just here to unmask the truth about this cesspool we call a city.

i don’t think that rat likes you.

vengeance won’t change the past.

you are a part of this too.

you know, you really could be doing more for this city.

you needed a father.

let’s play a game.

just me and you.

get into some trouble?

he moonlights as a cop.

what’s black and blue and dead all over?

you could have at least pulled that punch, man.

maybe this is all coming to an end.

it’s only gonna get worse for you.

what is the price for your blind eye?

oh you’re everything they say you are, aren’t ‘cha? we both are.

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the girl with the dragon tattoo (book) sentence meme.

“If you don’t have any better use for me than sorting post, then you’re an idiot.” “You’re not supposed to read confidential reports.” “Are you attracted to me?” “I reckon you’d bite my hand off if I laid a finger on you.” “Want some company tonight?” “Get yourself a real lawyer next time.” “Tell me what you want me to do so I can decide whether I want to do it or not.” “My motive is the simplest imaginable: revenge.” “How did she die?” “If that’s the way it happened, we’re talking about a cold-blooded bastard.” “I can give you his head on a platter.” “Everyone has secrets. It’s just a matter of finding out what they are.” “I’m not a child any more.” “Why does he hate you?” “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, and all that crap.” “I’ve never felt more furious, so abandoned, and so betrayed as when you left.” “Who should I have sex with?” “If you’re nice to me, I’ll be nice to you.” “No crime is perfect.” “Don’t act any more stupid than you are.” “I don’t want to have to suck your dick every time I need money.” “So you’re a sadist.” “I misjudged you. I didn’t understand how fucking sick you were.” “You have no idea how mentally handicapped I can be if push comes to shove.” “If you ever touch me again I will kill you.” “Keep in mind that I’m crazy, won’t you?” “I fell in love with you last winter. I didn’t mean to, but it happened.” “Your whore isn’t home.” “You don’t believe in God?” “Everyone has to have something to believe in.” “You’ve been in my computer. You’re a fucking hacker.” “It was a late night, I see.” “Damn it all, you can’t come barging in here as if you owned the place.” “You know me better than almost anyone else does. Isn’t that so?” “You have beautiful eyes.” “I want you to help me to identify a murderer.” “You really are the fucking pits.” “So in your opinion you’re an idiot?” “I’m not done with this.” “It’s just a common or garden bastard who hates women.” “I want to have sex with you.” “Aren’t I sexy enough for you?” “I’m going to clobber him with a baseball bat.” “Don’t ever do anything for nothing.” “Keep your fucking head down if you don’t want to get your arse shot off.” “It’s bleeding like hell but it’s not dangerous.” “I’m just a freak, that’s all.” “We’re hunting for a complete lunatic.” “How much does the girl know?” “Women disappear all the time.” “What do you do with the bodies?” “Why do you kill?” “I don’t want you to suffocate all at once.” “Hey, you fucking creep, in this shithole I’ve got a monopoly on that one.” “Do you like pain, creep?” “You’re going to have some serious bruises for a while.” “This can’t be brushed under the carpet.” “I wasn’t going to let that motherfucker kill you.” “He killed and raped because he liked doing it.” “I’d kill the fucker.” “I think you’d better tell me the story from the beginning.” “Up until then, I had thought about killing myself.” “I enjoyed working with you.” “You conned me.” “If it weren’t for her, I’d be dead.” “What a pathetic fool you are.”

[nonspector]

Kogami & Weapons

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I WASN'T HUNGRY FOR IT, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE ASKING. he doesn't react, but he knew that already. it's never just meat. it's always something else. it's domination, it's power. it's justice. it's consumption of the desired. it's anything but meat here.

"so if you weren't hungry, what were you?" he asks ... carefully, carefully. neutral at the mouth. neutral of the tone. "your symbolism in your kills is quite... specific." CHRISTIANITY. not like people have much need for religion anymore, not with sibyl to guide their hearts and minds. was it from her childhood? there's not much there. he can only guess. revenge on a religious upbringing, or maybe bringing a criminal to a state of godliness, salvation, freedom? cannibalism as an act of justice; tearing out the wickedness of man, partaking of the flesh to seal your holy state of retribution? or longing for a god long since struck down by the dominator's unflinching judgement?

he thinks of that very first case: the man allergic to the synthetic meats the government could so easily provide, and the way he'd cut into human beings instead as a result. that was meat; but even then, there was more, wasn't there? the failure of the system. the desperation of a starving man. his power over his victims. always more. kougami shifts in his seat, flicking to the next photo--this time, it's her arrest pictures, the ones that could never have been aired lest they damage the population's hue, cause undue stress. beside her mugshot is her psycho-pass; her crime-coefficient pushed past 270, nearing the level for a LETHAL ELIMINATION. aoyanagi pushing catheryn at the spine toward a car. division 2's reports are in the file as well, but he's already memorized what's there.

CATHERINE EATON, who were you before all of this? the puzzle stretches and bends and dashes just out of reach, and he draws another cord of thought: "do you consider yourself religious, or is this more . . . political? making a statement about something?" it's not, it's not, it's something else, he can feel it, but the opening is there, and he wants to see her move.

she can't read him. that was never her strong suit. in any case, the futility and worthlessness of it all comes to mind again. there was no need to play a game with him, no upper hand to gain with that glass between them, the glare of it a strict reminder of her lack of freedom and the amount he held... even if limited, in his own way. she cared little about the troubles of enforcers, the years having chipped away at her capacity for empathy. it would probably seem strange to many, the idea that she could have had any at all. it was true, she had suffered from a lack of it in certain ways, but the depth of her emotion in other places had always ruled her. she was not a cold and calculated killer. she was decisive, intelligent, even, but she was just a girl in love.

what was the point of dredging it back up now? she wondered. of course, she'd seen the mwpsb detectives coming and going before. they always had their reasons, none of which were clear to the inmates. they laid in their cobwebbed space, a rarely used resource, but nothing else. the inspectors and enforcers flip through the pages of them, take the information needed and discard the rest. no sympathy for the devil. she couldn't help wondering what on earth her specific case would provide him with. she had never been a true crime junkie — a fact that probably contributed to her ability to coast under the radar, take advantage of sibyl's blind eye for over twenty years — but the thought of someone out there like her was intriguing.

he didn't show her her first, a fact that comforted her, even when the truth wouldn't make a difference. there was some pleasure in still having a secret, one thing that hadn't been poked and prodded at. and yet... well, she supposed the one shown was her first, in a way. it was the first done for him. the one before had been the only one motivated by true, unadulterated rage — fear and the sick desire for revenge. she felt no use in waiting for sibyl's judgment. after all, daredevil hadn't, either. she allowed herself that one selfish act, and then? it was all for him, for a desire much more perverse than the simple motivations that lead her before. she for once succeeds in keeping herself neutral, almost indifferent. the images before her had long since been burned into her brain.

there seemed to be a learned sense of uselessness in answering him. there was no way she could explain in a way he could understand. she wouldn't even know how to express it herself. and even there, she felt the urge of loyalty, of her enduring devotion. daredevil was not the sibyl system's to have. she evades. what was there to say to explain herself in a way he'd understand? ❝ I WASN'T HUNGRY FOR IT, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE ASKING. ❞ she wants to ask him: haven't you ever been in love before?

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she smiles, unprompted, and he watches that too -- watches each twitch and turn of her expression and files it away. too soon to press down now, start off simple. the fissures are already there. she's too ... on the surface, feelings-full and bursting with it, whatever it is, whatever drives a person to this kind of crime -- press down on it now and she'll crack, but she won't tell him anything either. it's... interesting, whatever's here. the kind of case that saiga would love, would pour over with a pointer and ask over and over -- why? why, kougami?

THE VICTIMS ARE SPLAYED OUT ON PURPOSE. because the killer wants attention, of some kind. she isn't trying to hide, she wants it to be seen. POLITICAL? no. not on the nose enough. not that political crime can't be nuanced, under-stated, but allegory in violence is typically clearer, and regardless-- ALL THE VICTIMS HAD BEEN CRIMINALS. yes. not politicians. not "innocent," by sibyl's standards either. all of them had been due a hue check, or had clouded hues at their last recorded scan, or or or-- AND WHAT ELSE? WHAT LINKS THEM ALL? they had all been prior arrests, criminal records, underground, AND? and what? what connects them? what made her target them specifically, and mutilate then IMBIBE? cannibalism is a particular kind of crime. typically it's the kind that leaves behind ... more of that kind of mess. but she had only eaten a little, not the organs, didn't kill them for their meat; they were meant to be seen, after all. it suggests--

something other. the picture isn't clear, and he taps his datapad. let's push a little bit. a hologram appears, showing a crime scene -- her first, or what they suspect her first is. it has the markings of the first, the start of the pattern, when a killer is still deciding their particular... shtick. he keeps his face carefully clear of shame, or judgement; a blank slate for her to project what she may onto. people prefer that, the same way they prefer talking to strangers and feel safe with a faceless government choosing their every single thought and moment in life. keep with the persona. indulge. allow them to carry out the fantasy. killers want power, they want someone to listen, to hold. with a fllick of his hand, the photo zooms in on the victim, the gore-vision in intricate detail.

"why eat them?" he asks, cutting to the bone of it. "you killed them efficiently. post-mortem. didn't make any of them suffer much. then you ate chunks out of them." he tilts his head to the side, monitoring each hitch and slide of her breath, the movement of her mouth, her eyes. let's try... "a kindness? or did you just not care?"

there are quips beneath her tongue, taunts created from the weight of bitterness, her mouth still too demure to let them free. i didn't know they let enforcers down here. how's it feel being off the leash for the moment? aren't you lucky you didn't end up in a place like this? she can't imagine them in her own voice, but they bring a smile to her face all the same — one she is quick to dismiss. she despises the weight of her emotion, the impossibility of a poker face. how she would love to have a face that gave nothing away... like him, she notes.

she can tell that he wants to figure her out, but that isn't an impressive conclusion for her to come to. it seems that everyone who has come across her has wanted that. even before she had been caught, daredevil had wanted to, too. an enforcer had said to her once, in a voice dripping with condescension: you have a fascinating mind, miss eaton. she found that their so - called fascination often gave way to dismissal soon enough. the harder she held on to her intentions, the more they wrote her off as crazy. she didn't know if she believed that, but she had certainly given up trying to defend herself. sibyl had made her judgment. it didn't matter if she was insane. all criminals end up the same. discarded, stuffed away. it didn't even matter if they did anything at all — and she had.

the use of the name confuses her. all her information had been given to the mwpsb when she had been brought in, that much she knew. why humor her? in any case, refusing to cooperate was just as pointless as cooperating. so, she gets up, walks to the edge of the glass, sits in front of him — uncomfortable fabric stretching over her bended knees. she is acutely aware of her own desire to make herself neutral, a fact that makes the effort more difficult. ❝ WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW? ❞

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they forced him to butt out the cigarette before coming in, watched him grind it under his heel as the robotic nurse cried out ' THIS IS A NON-SMOKING AREA! THIS IS A NON-SMOKING AREA! ' smoking, after all, is no good for a healthy, clear hue. addiction turns you a sour yellow, but there's no hope for him now, so he feels a little smug when a bit of ash smudges their sterile white floors as he walks down the hall.

gino waits at the door, arms crossed and mouth pursed hard. technically he should accompany kougami down into the depths, but something like old teamwork leaves enough trust between them that kougami can handle the questioning. and anyways, talking to serial killers about their methods, their thought processes, their bloody-mouthed realities, can only damage one's psyche, so kougami continues onward -- hound in the trap, bleeding too, bleeding a bit like them. good to be back, he thinks drily, following the semi-familiar maze of the isolation facility. hadn't been that long ago he'd gotten out himself, but they'd never put him in this wing -- not a murderer... at least, not like this.

sitting in front of the woman now, he takes his time observing her, the same way she no doubt does him, silent as she is. thin as a reed, dark brown eyes, auburn hair, a sallow hollowness to the whole of her. doesn't look like a monster at first glance, a woman capable of atrocity, but he's got a host of photos in his datapad that prove otherwise. he remembers her case. ANGELMAKER, she'd called herself. the initial psych profile suggests that she sees her victims less as human than as pieces, objects, a canvas to create out of. there's a method to her violence. it's not needlessly cruel, no real signs of torture while the victim is alive. a code, perhaps? or maybe she just doesn't like the hassle. she places them after their death, turning them into something else, something full of meaning that eludes him.

kougami leans back in his seat, the metal cool and pressing through the suit. "MISS ... D'EATH?" he starts, feeling the name around in his mouth. an alias too. they'd tracked down her original name from immigration records. "I'M INS-- ENFORCER KOUGAMI SHINYA OF THE MWPSB. I'M HERE TO INTERVIEW YOU."

@nonspector . . .

this part of the facility is isolated, hidden behind a bevy of locked doors, all with their high - powered tech and security systems. the point is clear: she is never going to leave this place. escape would never be possible — not that she even sought it, having long since resigned herself to her dungeon. the crazed whispers echo off the solid concrete, the scratching on the walls, an occasional scream muffled by the combination of bars and glass. yes, this is where the worst of the worst come to rot. why is he here?

she sits at the end of her bed farthest from the door and regards him warily from the low light of the cell. she was not like those who scrambled to the glass at the sight of humanity, driven mad in their isolation and desperation for contact. she felt a hesitant dislike of everyone that was not cruel in nature, instead made from her discomfort, the overwhelming feeling that she did not belong, despite what she had been told. she had heard before of inspectors recruiting latent criminals for their ranks, but she was not at all latent and he didn't seem to be an inspector. so what was he doing? what could he want with her? she does not ask. she sits, she stares, and she waits for him to talk.

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Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

[nonspector]

ah honestly idek if u will see this but i love ur kou so much :( a little tempted to join the psycho pass rp community bc its so ,,, DEAD pls give me some good rpers from the community n keep up the great work ! ur my favorite kou :(

omg angel!!!! i’m so sorry, i’ve only recently decided to sort of come back to this blog, and i’m not quite sure how old this ask is, but you are SO sweet!!! thank you so much <3 i would LOVE to see literally any psycho - pass characters, and if you see this and want to msg me, feel free to!  i actually don’t follow anyone in the pp fandom currently outside of two close friends who i’m exclusive to, but otherwise, yeah!!! you are an absolute angel and i am so sorry for missing this omg! <3

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@vasilievna‌      :     ENFORCER KURAGINA . 

❝    I DON’T SEE WHAT YOU’RE          so pissed about  .    you’re reckless all the time  .    i do one little thing    &    all of a sudden    …    ❞          exhaustion dilutes what typically would be a voice so loud    &    sarcastic  ,    hélène’s tone being flat despite the venom tainting it  .    no  ,    she knows exactly the source of his anger  ,    but she will ignore such a reasoning  ,    playing at false ignorance so that she may continue such clearly dangerous actions like the one that made kougami angry this time without any guilt nor care at all  .          ❝    don’t act like you’re above me anymore  .    you aren’t  .    ❞

for    :    @nonspector    .

he doesn’t speak ,     lingering in a rankling silence .  the kind that spurs ,  uncomfortable  &  chafing   :   an implication that he’s holding back --- or perhaps just biding his time for the right moment to sink in with teeth  &  jaw .   in a way ,  he wishes she would scream .   would love the satisfaction of meeting all her fury with measured apathy ,   ever unfazed .   the gaze he turns on her is calculating ,   analytical .  more detective than friend . 

you’re not stupid ,  kuragina ,  he almost hisses   ----   &   he clenches one fist at his thigh ,  till the nails dig their crescent moons into the flesh of his palm .    ❝    i get it .    ❞    his tone is deceptively calm ,  &  lips twist almost cruelly .   half snarl ,  half sneer .    ❝      throw your life away .  why not ?   sibyl’s just gonna replace you .    ❞       the edges about him are fraying ,   unraveling slowly .  patience all gone ,   untempered ,   high on all his flinty anger  &  declining adrenaline .   sasayama would’ve reached her .   something about them had been conjoined somewhere in the bones  &   souls where he couldn’t see .  unreachable to anyone but themselves .  they had slotted against each other like puzzle pieces ,  a set .   &   helene ,  she had succeeded where he had failed with sasayama til the end ...  but failing sasayama now would be unforgivable .  to let her rot away with all her rage ,  the way he was rotting ,  there’s no repenting for that .    ❝     but he wouldn’t want that for you .  you know he wouldn’t .      ❞

[nonspector]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

NAME: kougami shinya  ALIAS: kou , hound 3 , shepherd 2 , guarding 2 GENDER: cis male ORIENTATION: bisexual PREFERRED PET NAMES: he doesn’t really give nicknames. he’s more likely to refer to his S/O by their last name or their title (inspector/enforcer, for example) than he is to give a nickname. after becoming comfortable with someone, either platonically or romantically, he might shorten up their name (for example, gino instead of ginoza). and there’s always the rare potential that he might give someone a nickname with some specific incident tied to it, but really... nicknames are pretty rare. that isn’t to say he’ll mind if his S/O has one for him. he’ll probably enjoy it, and think it’s cute.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: main-verse, single. but has a canon based ship with akane @enspector (he’s in love w her in p much every verse tho.. her impact). also a ship w sasayama (@sasayamas)  FAVORITE CANON SHIP( S ): kougami / akane (@enspector) . kougami / sasayama (@sasayamas)  .  FAVORITE NON-CANON SHIP( S ):  omg ship w me cowards OPINION ON TRUE LOVE: it isn’t really something he’s considered a lot. he’s always had something else on his mind, and hasn’t really formed a solid opinion on love in general. he’s willing to indulge the idea of true love, and definitely believes love is real (neurological con job or not), but he doesn’t have a strong opinion on it one way or another outside of that. he’s Busy. he doesn’t spend his time pondering the concept of true love. love will come when it comes, if it comes, and he’s content with that. he’s not concerned with it, either.  OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: he believes in lust at first sight, or even infatuation at first sight. he believes you can find someone interesting after only knowing them for a few minutes. but love at first sight? no. love is too deep and emotional and he would honestly think that anyone who Does believe in love at first sight is probably very......... flimsy HOW ‘ROMANTIC’ ARE THEY: because he has such a distant idea of love in general, he’s not really romantic in the traditional sense. all of his affection, his signs of love, his “romantic” gestures, tend to be pretty subdued if they happen, and are only obvious to the person who he’s being romantic with. big romantic gestures aren’t really his thing. he enjoys the quiet moments where you can talk with someone for hours, or sit comfortably in silence. he likes the quiet little shows of affection. the brush of hands in the hallway. the little smile he reserves only for that one person. the look he shares with someone when everyone else is busy. private jokes, little but important moments. in private, he can be much more physical with his affection, but it’s still not necessarily...... Romantic? it is, in his own way, but it’s not Wooing. by that point, the emotional connection between him and that person should be deep enough that these little moments Mean something. anything more than that, he doesn’t really participate in. he wouldn’t mind it if he received it, i guess, but its just?? not smth he does. but just because it’s a subdued and quiet kind of romance, doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. he just shows it in ways that are private, and reserved only for the person he cares about. he’s not showy. IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS: physical traits are secondary to personality, and it’s not something he really concerns himself with. (he does like thicc girls tho)  IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS: intelligence , sense of justice , open mind , “ability to keep up a conversation” , kind ( that doesnt necessarily mean nice ) , rational but passionate . secondary :  a little mystery sometimes , a fiery nature , willingness to break the rules if it means doing the right thing . he likes a puzzle , or someone who surprises him   UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS: bad hygiene . UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: destructive ( like makishima ) , cruelty for cruelty’s sake , ignorance ( especially willful ignorance ) , irrationality , unjust , unkind 

IDEAL DATE: he likes private dates . usually in a calmer atmosphere , so he can actually get to know the person .  while he doesn’t necessarily mind a crowd ,  it’s not what he would prefer if he was on a date with someone that he actually wants to know better and be with .  staying in with dinner is more ideal than going out to a club , for example .  DO THEY HAVE A TYPE:  people who want to do the right thing . interesting people who keep him on his toes . people who have similar goals / values to himself . the occasional stupid bitch who covers up everythin with humor :pensive:  AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH: there aren’t any “canon” relationships that i can really think of , though i headcanon sasayama ( his first real long term relatonship ) and him to have lasted about 10 months to a year before they broke it off . outside of that, i think he’s only been in casual relationships without much emotion involved .  PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY: NAPPING , simply being in the same room together comfortably , doing different things but still Together , or sitting close and doing something together , discussing any number of topics , working out / sparring tbh , laying together and jus Chilling  COMMITMENT LEVEL:  whewwww.... see hes got the Potential for commitment but??? He Built Another Wall? He Built Another Wall. but once u’ve got him, u’ve got him forever (unless his arch enemy gets in the way first and he goes after him and has to go into hiding, But) OPINION OF PUBLIC AFFECTION: ehhhhhhhh... he doesn’t really initiate it, and it’s not his favorite thing in the world . he prefers to keep that private . he wont complain, but he wont start it either. like i said above, little hand brushes, shared looks, standing a little closer to the person than he would otherwise. he prefers That. PAST RELATIONSHIPS: kougami and sasayama are canon to this blog (it explains a lot, like kougami’s strong reaction to sasayama’s death when undoubtedly he’s faced tough cases before, his obsession with revenge, etc.), and akane ( @enspector ) and kougami...... Had Something. they might not have been together, together, but there was tension and something building there ( hes in lov w her n u can fight me on tht one ). TAGGED BY: @enspector I LOVEE UUUUUUUUU

TAGGING: anyone tht wants to im tired

[nonspector]

❛ where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay? ❜

@unspector       :      i don’t remember what meme this is from.

❝      you sure this is a     conversation you wanna have,   gino  ?      ❞        you’re going to leave,   i can see it.     it’s here that the teenage boy riots,   as his ghost blackens in the face of their mutual ruination     [     is this where you thought we would be standing ?     ]       there are roots here,   ones that run far below the surface of the skin.   the splayed soul.   the open palm.   these are not so easily revoked,   &   yet     —    &   yet.   

he can see the oncoming storm.   the severed ties.   the snapping bones.   they lay out before him like roads,   &   he is stagnant,   trapped in the vicious cycle of his own destruction.   a violent hurt shoots through the veins,   clanging   &   slashing,   how dare you ?   how dare you ?  he refuses to move for a moment,   eyes slit   &   cold.    at his hands,   the knuckles re - split   &   bleed from the strain of his clenched fist.    &    then it dissipates,    a jarring removal of all emotion,   the features blank.    what is the opposite of love ?    indifference.        ❝       ‘cause i don’t.       ❞       &    he slides past him,   hands in pockets,    chin up   &   forward.    he doesn’t look back.

[nonspector]

*      SASAYAMA MITSURU    :    sasayamas.

❝      you friggin’   —–      ❞      huffed between teeth,   grin alight   &   vicious.   his breathing comes fast,  hard,   heartbeat banging against the ribs in tandem with laughter.   they parallel,   enforcer   /   inspector,   kougami’s own smile thin  &  sharp as a whipcord,   fists raised,   stance low.   a rushing snaps in the air,   urging them both to the finish line,   to the slam of fists against skin    &    bodies on the floor   &   their victories over each other.    [    he has tells.   they’ve played this game long enough for him to realize what they are.   the flicker of his eyes to the left,   before he goes to the right.    the slight shift of his foot before he slides forward.   maybe he’ll tell kougami about them,   one day.     ]      he dodges the other man’s blow,   landing one of his own into kougami’s abdomen.      ❝       you shoulda seen that one comin’.        ❞

sometimes,   he wonders if brutality      is the only language sasayama knows,   all bruised knuckles   &   split lips.   if he’s ever pressed his mouth to someone else’s   &   not bit down till someone bled.    if kougami were to grab his palms    &    trace the veins,   would it lead him to where the cracks are rawest,    where the meat is red ?    they kiss like a gutting,   the way a knife slides into an abdomen.   in the night he’s laid out like a slaughtered animal,   &   sasayama is a hound,   all teeth   /    &   hunger     [     &    he’ll let him fill his belly,   he’ll let him slick his hands on all the blood,   scuff them up inside to split him apart at the ribs.   that’s the only way sasayama knows how to love,   &    maybe one day he’ll take his hands    &    press them to his mouth    &    say,    stop.    here.   let me sink into every crack this world has left in you.     ]

last night he ran his fingertips along sasayama’s spine,   &   the other man curled his fingers around his wrist so violently that one would think he’d been struck.    it’s only ever when someone’s left bruised or on his back does he slot against him   ----    close like a jaw around a neck.   

his pride rankles lowly,   but he refuses to rise to the bait,   the same way he locks a pained groan between his teeth.   sliding back into his stance,   shoulders roll   &   breathing is controlled,   heavy   &   through the nose.   the smile he bore before has slipped from throbbing lips     [    they’ll bruise,   red   &   tender,   by tomorrow.    ]     get it over with,    &    his fist connects with the other man’s jaw.   a pained gasp sputters in the air,   &   sasayama stumbles backward.   seeing his chance,   he drives forward again,   colliding them together    &   sending them falling,   breathless,   aching,   a laugh wheezing past both their lips.      ❝      bet you didn’t see that coming.      ❞       he drawls,    &    tries not to think of the way they’re inches apart.

[nonspector]

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.” BGSHJAJSHDHSJDHS

SHIT I’VE SAID TO MY CAT     :     @leadrooks      /     accepting.

❝     congrats,   that’s half the battle.     ❞     eyes narrow sharply,   brows arching to a vaguely unimpressed expression.   it holds for a moment,   giving way to a sigh    &   a shake of his head,   &   the hand that isn’t shoved into a pocket gestures toward the upturned table,  the broken glass    :    sign of a struggle,   but it shifts wrong.   doesn’t splay the way it should.      ❝        listen,    the scene.   it’s not   ...   right,   like someone trashed the whole damn place in just a way to make us think somethin’ happened here,   but it’s    -----    off.   not natural.   that make sense ?      ❞