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[ladyginoza]

How about you update your WIP instead!!! YOU HAVE OVER A DOZEN WIP!!!! ALL ARE DUE FOR AN UPDATE!!!!!

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Undercover Ball fic that i'll give a better title later part 1

Ginoza x reader (first person POV) where they work together and have to prepare for this undercover job protecting a client at an event/ball. slowish burn?

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We stood at the call out room of the PSB, awaiting out assignments. As usual for a client protection job, many inspectors and enforcers were placed around perimeter and travel areas, but when it came you me, Ginoza, and a handful of select others, we told of a more intricate role - we were to go undercover to a ball to protect a celebrity while the majority of the others assigned the case were regular security. Gino and I look at each other, both taken aback, why were WE the ones chosen to go undercover? 

Before we can even ask, we immediately have to start practicing dancing together so we can blend in. Ideally, it would become effortless enough that it was muscle memory. This would allow us to focus on our true job - staying close to the client, protecting them. 

One practice, we went out for coffee afterwards, stayed out a bit later than expected, and decided it best to walk back to the enforcer base together. 

“i had a good time, today… thanks for hanging out after…” 

My voice trailed off, and I feel myself growing nervous for some reason. We stood at my door for a while in silence before I find the courage to reach up and brush  the loose strands of  hair behind his ear, which had long ago come out of his pony tail from all the practicing. I stand up on my toes, and kiss him  on the cheek, as if to say thank you again. 

He freezes slightly, as if malfunctioning, He wasn’t used to affection, and a soft pink tinge began to form on both of our cheeks. I lower myself  and stumble back slightly. “Well uh… good night!” I rush inside, sinking to the floor while I lean my back against the door, fingers touching my lips in disbelief of what I’d done. And days before out assignment- what was I thinking?

The night of the undercover job, I prepare to don what felt like a costume, and in a way it was:

The gown was satin with a slit in the left leg, a fitting look aesthetically, but with a more practical use in reality - the slit provided easy access to the blunt baton and, if needed, knife strapped to my right leg. The “jewelry” all had some sort of function - hidden communicators, laser pointers, anything I might need if things went south and we had to come out of disguise, a small compression bodysuit under everything should the dress get in my way. 

I leave my quarters, ready to face the night. When I look down the hall, I see the figure of my partner id been spending countless hours with - it seemed he was intent on being my escort from the very start. 

“you know the client is at the event, right?” I say to lighten the unidentified tension I felt between us as I eyed him, adorned with a difference suit than he typically wore. 

His hair had been styled with more precision than his typical ponytail, and the same undercover gear adorned his wrists, adding to the illusion that we were simply guests who were entering the event together. His suit was more intricately artistic - it was tapered such that it hugged his frame more tightly, and even his prosthetic was better hidden than usual by a pair of suede gloves that matched his suit and my gown. 

We arrive at the event and do a preliminary sweep that is disguised by us simply promenading the perimeter with our arms linked, checking in through stolen glances with our colleagues running usual security. we settle about 2 meters from our client, intending to remain somewhat at this proximity until they decided to call it a night. As we wrap up our perimeter check, music begins to play, and we assume position, ready to truly begin the night.

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end of Part 1???

sorry guys im new to this, also didn't proofread this so maybe typos IM NEW REMEMBER PLS BE NICE TO ME

edit: I DID make a Part 2 !

[pearlsephoni]

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.

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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.”

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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.

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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.”

[mixakuu]

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 ☆

Current Fave songs:

⁃ Mayday by Coldrain & Ryo,

⁃ RUNRUNRUN by Dutch Melrose,

⁃ You Wanted More by VIOLENT Vira

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, Hiromi Higuruma

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

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, Draken

Some Characters I Kin (HEAVILY):

Atsushi (BSD)

Maki (JJK)

Ango (BSD)

Oda (BSD)

Younger Geto (JJK)

Writer, Artist, Anime quote enthusiast, book & art lover, dark academia & gore, Halloween enthusiast 🎃

MASTER LIST COMING SOON!

Will be posting some fanfics on here and on my AO3. Follow me on:

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"People need to be told they're worthy of being alive by someone else, or they can't go on." - Atsushi BSD

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

[unmooredonasundayevening]

Fanfic I'd write if I still wrote fanfic:

Psycho-Pass: Ginoza and Masaoka roleswap AU. Gino became a latent criminal at 9, Masaoka became an inspector, Gino joins his team as an enforcer years later. Angst ensues. Spammed @dragonsrainbows inbox with this one a few years back.

BSD: Karma is the sole survivor of Ace's crew after episode 29, and attracts the attention of the Port Mafia's leadership as a result. Described in more detail here.

Deadman Wonderland: Nagi lives AU. he and karako have a hard time adjusting to life after prison. meanwhile, rokuro is off somewhere having an even worse time. ganta blackmails rokuro into buying him candy and stuff by threatening to tell karako and nagi where he lives.

s-CRY-ed: post-canon fic. Facing the prospect of war with some foreign adversary (idk which one because i'm not sure how geopolitics works in that universe), the Japanese government decides to reassemble HOLY. the refinement process for alter users still isn't delivering consistent results so they try to recruit the "native alters" or former HOLY members to kind of show off at some joint military exercises as a deterrent. Ryuho and Tachibana struggle with what to do. Kazuma's like "fuck that noise". Meanwhile, The Enemy is prowling the lost ground trying to recruit alter users who resent their country and want to betray it. so everyone's just having an existential crisis.

maybe i'll update this list as i think of more things.

[dragonsrainbows]

Notes for those of us writing Ginoza fanfic.

Disability Tropes: The Perfect Prosthetic

[ID: A screenshot from the movie Nimona, showing Nimona, a small white girl with red hair, grabbing the right prosthetic arm of Ballister, a knight in black armour with black hair and light brown skin. He is holding a broken bottle in his prosthetic hand while Nimona admires his arm. Overlaid on the screenshot is white text that reads "Disability Tropes: The Perfect Prosthetic" /End ID]

In a lot of media, prosthetic limbs are portrayed as these devices that act as a near-perfect replacement for a character who has lost, or was born without a limb. So much so that in a lot of cases, the use of a prosthetic has basically no impact on the character beyond a superficial level or their appearance, or it's portrayed as something that's even better than the old meat-limb it's replacing. This trope shows up most often in Sci-fi, but it shows up in all kinds of stories outside of that, even otherwise very grounded ones!

If a story isn't depicting the loss of a limb as the be-all-end-all worst thing that can happen to a person, they almost always default to a perfect prosthetic, functionally curing the amputation with it. But the reality is that prosthetics are FAR from perfect, and as someone who has used them for their entire life I don't think they ever will be. Limb difference is still and always will be a disability, regardless of the prosthetics available, and this really isn't a bad thing.

Why is this trope so common?

I meant it when I said this is a really, really a common trope, so much so that the majority of the media I've seen with amputees and characters with limb differences that released in the last decade or end up using it. Even stories where becoming an amputee is treated like a fate worse than death, ironically, aren't excluded from this. I have a few theories as to why this has happened: The pessimistic answer is that it's easy. You get to have a disabled character and claim you have disability representation, without really having to do much extra work or research because most of your audience won't notice if you aren't accurate - in fact they kind of expect it. You also, for the most part, dodge the backlash other kinds of disability representation (or really any minority representation) usually get. The more optimistic reason is that, for a long time, amputees and people with limb differences (as well as a lot of other disabled people) were predominantly shown in media as sad, depressed and unable to do anything, very much falling into the "sad disabled person" trope. As a kid, this was really the only way I saw people like me on screen or in books. And so, the limb difference community pushed back against that portrayal and were pretty successful in changing the narrative in the public's eye. A little too successful. A lot of creatives were genuinely trying to do right by our community, listen and do better, but many simply overcorrected and instead ended up creating stories where prosthetics were essentially cures instead of the mobility aids they are. I also think the public's general lack of understanding about disability plays a roll in all this. There are a lot of people who, in my experience, believe that the more visible a disability is, the worse it is. Limb differences and amputations are very visible, but prosthetics, even those that aren't trying to be discreet, make them less so. While using a prosthetic is very, very different to a biological limb, you won't necessarily see how in a casual interaction with, say a co-worker or neighbor, especially because there is a very real stigma applied to people with limb differences to keep those things hidden from the public. There are other reasons too, such as the fact that a lot of creatives don't even consider the connection to real amputees when creating characters with robotic limbs in genres like sci-fi and some fantasy, so they never stop to consider that these tropes could be impacting real people. Amputees are also very frequently used in "inspiration porn" content that uses the angle that disabilities can be "overcome" with a good attitude, downplaying the way those disabilities actually impact us. The prosthetics industry - specifically the component manufacturers, often also push the idea of prosthetics being the only way to return to a "normal" life, both to the wider public and to people with limb differences and amputations (which can add to that sense of shame I mentioned when it doesn't play out that way for them). On top of that, I also think the recent increase in popularity of concepts like trans-humanism contributes to it as well. these movements often talk about robotic or bionic body parts being enhancements and "the way of the future", and I think people get a bit too caught up on what may be potentially possible in the future with the real, current experiences of people with "robotic limbs" aka prosthetics, now. There are also inherently disabling things that come with removing and replacing parts of your body, things that will not just go away with some fancier tech.

So How do you actually avoid the trope?

So, we have some ideas about why it happens, but how do you actually avoid the "perfect prosthetic" trope from appearing in your work? The most important thing is to remember that this is still a disability. The loss of a limb, even with the best prosthetic technology or magical item in the world, will always have some inherently disabling aspects to it - and this is not a bad thing. The key is to not over-do it, lest you risk falling into the old "sad disabled person" trope. So let's go over some of the ways you can show how your character's disability impacts them. You don't have to use all of these recommendations, just choose the ones that would best fit your character, their circumstances and your setting.

The prosthetic itself is just different

Probably the most important thing to address and acknowledge for prosthetic-using characters, is the actual ways in which the prosthetic itself is different from a biological limb, and the drawbacks and changes that come with that. For the sake of simplicity, I'm mainly going to focus on modern prosthetics here, but it's worth considering how to apply this your own, more advanced/fantastical prosthetics too. One major thing that most people writing amputees fail to acknowledge is that prosthetic limbs are not fleshy-limbs with a different coat of paint. They do the same basic thing their meat-counterparts do, but how they do it is often drastically different, which changes how they are used. A really good example of this is in prosthetic feet. There are dozens of joints in a biological foot, but most prosthetic feet have no joints or moving parts at all. Instead of having dozens of artificial joints to mimic the real bone structure of a foot, which are more prone to failure, require power and make the prosthetic much, much heavier for very little gain, prosthetic feet are often constructed from flexible carbon fiber sheets inside a flexible rubber foot-shaped shell. This allows the bend and flex those bones provide, without all the drawbacks that come from trying to directly mimic it. Making the sheets into different shapes makes them more ideal for different activities. E.g. feet made for general use, like walking around the city, are simple and light, shaped to encourage the most energy-efficient steps, while still allowing their users to do things like wear normal shoes. Feet made for rough terrain often have a split down the middle of the foot to allow the carbon fiber sheets to bend better over rocks when there is no ankle, and some newer designs also include a kind of suspension using pressurized air pulled from the prosthetic socket to allow some additional padding. Running feet have large "blades" made of these carbon fiber sheets to absorb more pressure when the foot hits the ground, and redirect the force that creates to propel their user forward as quickly as possible.

[ID: A photo of 4 prosthetic feet. On the left, the foot is covered with a black shoe, the one to it's right consists of a small, carbon fiber blade, split down the middle, in roughly the same shape and size as the previous foot. Next to the right is an even simpler and smaller carbon fiber foot with no split, and finally is a very short foot that is vaguely rectangular in shape. /End ID]

These are some of my own prosthetic feet I've had over the years. The two on the right are designed to be used by someone who is less mobile, and the ones on the left are made for someone who is more active. As my needs changed over the years, I've used different designs and styles, and keep the old ones since my needs do tend to fluctuate.

There are also robotic feet available that are designed as a kind of "all-purpose" foot that use an electronic ankle which more closely mimics a biological foot, but they are not very popular as the mechanism adds a lot of extra weight and it requires a battery and power to work, with many amputees feeling the jointless carbon fiber feet do a better job at meeting their needs. The same goes for arms and hands. "Robotic" hands that mimic a meat hand exist, but they aren't really that popular, even in places like Australia where the prohibitively expensive price tag isn't as much of an issue due to government programs that pay for the device for you. Instead, most arm amputees who use prosthetics that I know prefer simpler devices that do specific tasks, and just swap between them as needed, rather than something that tries to do it all. A big part of this is because the all-purpose hands can be clunky. they often require manual adjustment using the other hand to do simple things like going from holding a deck of cards to putting them down and picking up a glass of water, for example. The few that don't require that, I've been told, are often temperamental and don't actually work for every person with a limb difference.

Altered Proprioception

Loosing a limb is a big deal and this is always going to have an impact on the body in some way that won't be solved with a fancy piece of tech. One such example is how limb loss effects your sense of proprioception. This is your sense of where your body parts are in space. It's how you (mostly) know where your foot is going to land when you're walking, or how you're able to do things like lift up a glass of water without needing to actually watch your hand do it. Your brain does this by creating a mental map of your body, but this map doesn't get adjusted if you loose a limb. If that map doesn't accurately reflect your real body, you're not going to have an accurate sense of proprioception. This might look like a leg amputee being a bit less stable on their feet, or like an arm amputee needing to look at their arm or hand to be able to grab something with it. Those born without their limbs who take to using prosthetics often have a lot of trouble adapting, as their brains aren't used to having that limb in the first place, whereas an amputee's brain can sometimes be tricked into using their outdated body map to help them adjust to the prosthetic (though its impossible to line it up perfectly). Prosthetics that directly integrate with the nervous system, while rare, do exist, and even this direct connection doesn't completely erase this issue for reasons doctors aren't quite sure about. This is something that does become less of a problem with time. Eventually, someone proficient with their prosthetic will learn to compensate, but their sense of proprioception will never be 100% perfect. At the end of the day, no matter how it attaches, a prosthetic is still not a natural part of the body, and that will always cause some issues. It also means if they aren't practicing it all the time, they may have to relearn how to compensate for it.

Extra weight

You also have to remember that a prosthetic is not a natural part of the body, like we already talked about, and so no matter how good it is, your brain will most likely always interpret the weight of the prosthetic as something attached to you, not part of you. This means that, even though prosthetics are actually a lot lighter than biological limbs, they feel so much heavier. This is because, while a meat limb is heavier, a lot of that weight is from muscles which are actively contributing to the limb working, so it doesn't really feel like its that heavy. When you have less of your meat-limb though, you have even less muscle to work with to move this big thing strapped to it, so it feels heavier. The more of the limb you've lost, or just didn't have, the heavier the prosthetic has to be, and the less muscle you have left to move it. It's for this reason that a lot of amputees and people with limb differences get tired faster when using prosthetics. Some of us are fit enough where you almost wouldn't notice the extra effort they need to put in, but once again, just because you can't see it from the outside, doesn't mean it's not an issue.

Avoiding Water

Most prosthetics also aren't waterproof, and so prosthetic users have to be very careful about when and how they come into contact with it. For amputees with electric components, contact with water at all will likely damage the device. This can even include especially heavy rain, something I was told to avoid when I got my electronic knee prosthetic and something I assume would also apply to arm amputees with complex, electronic hands. For those with non-electronic prosthetics, water can be hazardous for different reasons. If the prosthetic has metal components, water may cause them to rust, especially if it's salty water. Other prosthetics have foam covers to give the illusion of a limb with the general shape of muscles and fat, but these covers do not come off, and if they get wet enough that water seeps all the way through, it is very hard to dry it and they may become moldy. Finally, cheaper modern prosthetics may also float. Many are made of very light-weight materials and some have pockets of air trapped inside them. For leg prosthetics in particular, this means a user might, at best, struggle to swim with them on, but at worst, may get flipped upside down and become trapped underwater - something that happened to me as a very young child. On the flip-side, older prosthetics were usually made of heavy materials like wood or steel, and so had the opposite problem, acting like a weight and pulling a person down if they were to wear them in the water. Water-safe prosthetics do exist, I had a pair of prosthetic legs as a teenager that were hollow, and designed especially for me to swim with fins on when swimming in the ocean, and Nadya Vessey, a double leg amputee in New Zealand even got a mermaid-tail prosthetic made especially for use in the water. Most amputees though just swim without any prosthetics at all, and in 99% of cases, this is the easiest and safest way to go.

Prosthetic-Related Pressure Sores and Pain

Many people with limb differences also experience pressure sores from their prosthetics. Modern prosthetics typically attach to the body using a socket made of carbon fiber or fiberglass, held on either by pressure, using a vacuum seal or through a mechanical locking system built into the socket. No matter the specifics though, the socket has to be very tight in order to stay on, and this means that extended periods of use can lead to rub-spots, blisters and pressure sores. Many socket prosthetics also use silicone liners to add extra padding, but this means wounds caused by the pressure can't breathe, and bacteria in sweat has nowhere to go, meaning if the person doesn't rest when one of these wounds occur, it can very easily and quickly turn into a serious infection. In a properly fitting prosthetic, used by someone who has fully adjusted to them, this doesn't happen often, but it is something most amputees and people with limb differences have to at least be mindful of. Some new prosthetics use a different method of attachment, called Osteointegration - where the prosthetic attaches to a clip, surgically implanted into the person's bones. While Osteointegration avoids many of the issues like pressure sores that come from a socket, they have their own issues: mainly that they are incredibly expensive, and as of right now, have a pretty high failure rate due to the implant getting infected. Because the implants are directly connected to the bone, these infections become very serious very quickly. Many people with Osteointegration limbs have to be on very strong medication to keep these infections at bay, and they are generally considered unsuitable for anyone who is going to regularly come into contact with "unclean" environments.

Maintenance

[ID: A screenshot of Winrey, from Full Metal alchemist Brotherhood, a white woman with blond hair handing out the sides of a green hat. She is measuring a piece of metal from a prosthetic she is making while Ed, the prosthetic's owner, gives her a thumbs up in the background. /End ID]

Finally, prosthetics also require maintenance from a specialist called a prosthetist, and they don't last forever. Some parts, like a foot or hand, can be reused over an over, but the sockets of a prosthetic need to be completely remade any time your body changes shape, including if you gain/loose weight, you start experiencing swelling, or you're just a child who is growing. Children in particular need new prosthetics every few months because they grow so fast, and as such, their prosthetics have to be made with this growth in mind. If they go too long without adjustment or an entirely new prosthetic, it can seriously impact the child and their growth but even small adjustments can be costly, depending on where you live. While prosthetics are built to be sturdy and reliable, they need a lot of work to stay that way. The more complex the prosthetic, the more work is needed. Complicated electronic components may need to have regular maintenance done by your prosthetist or even the specific component's manufacturer, and depending on where you live, this might mean having to send your prosthetic limb away for this to be done. While my prosthetist technically has the skills and knowledge to do the maintenance on my electronic knee, for example, the manufacturer forbids anyone not from their company to provide this service, meaning my leg needs to be shipped off to Germany once every few years if I want to keep the warranty. This has the unfortunate side effect of sometimes your limbs getting lost in postage (shout-out to Australia Post, who lost mine twice), meaning it can be months before you get it back or get a replacement. Usually, you'll be given a replacement in the meantime if you need it, but walking on a leg that isn't yours, even when its correctly fitted, always feels a bit weird (maybe that's just me though).

Not every difference is Inherently Negative

We've talked about some of the negatives that come from having a prosthetic, but not every difference is negative or even really that big of a deal. In fact, often times, it's these little moments in the depiction of a disability that go the furthest and make it feel the most genuine. My amputations effect me from the moment I wake up, to the moment I go to bed, but that doesn't mean every single way it impacts me is always inherently bad or negative. For example, back when I was working a normal job and going to university, I would often come home, throw my legs off at the door with the shoes still attached and get into my wheelchair, the same way you might throw your shoes off after work and replace them with comfy socks and other comfy clothing. This is something I've only ever seen on screen once, with Eda from the Owl House (and she wasn't even an amputee yet, her limbs were just detachable)

[ID: an screenshot of Eda from the owl house, a very pale woman, laying on the couch in a bathrobe, her hair in a towel. She has taken her actual legs off, throwing them to the other side of the seat. /End ID]

After that, my day mostly looked the same as most other people working a 9 to 5, I'd make myself dinner, watch some TV or play some games, maybe do some extra work at my desk or chat with friends. The only difference is that it would all be from a wheelchair, mainly because my prosthetics were heavy and it was just easier to use the chair around the house. The fact my afternoon and evening routine was done from a wheelchair wasn't a bad thing, it was just different. Likewise, I also don't sleep or shower with my prosthetics on, for the same reasons most other people wouldn't take a shower or sleep in thigh-high, steel-capped boots. In your own stories, this might look like giving your characters similar alterations to how they go about their day. Let them take their arm or leg off when they're resting or relaxing, show them taking a few minutes longer to get ready because they have to put it back on, show them doing some things without it. Arm amputees in particular tend to get very good at going about their days without their arm prosthetics, and leg amputees often either learn to get around more relaxed spaces like their homes using a different mobility aids like wheelchairs or crutches, or just through hopping if that's something they're physically able to do. Even when everything is going well and working as intended, your limb-different character won't wear their prosthetic 24/7, no matter how much they love it. There doesn't have to be something wrong with it or painful about it to not want it glued to them at all times, just like you can love a pair of big heavy boots but not want them on when you're trying to sleep. For more action-focused stories, being an amputee, also changes things like how you fight. The specifics will vary from person to person, but for example, when I did Hap Ki Do, a Korean Martial art, my instructor heavily modified when I learned what techniques. Beginner-level kicks and most leg attacks were impractical for me, as the force from the kicking motion would usually cause one of my legs to fly off. I also couldn't jump very well, due to some complications with my original amputation that made my stumps too sensitive to withstand the force of landing again. So I ended up learning a lot more upper-body attacks much earlier than it is typically taught. By the time I got my green belt, I was practicing upper-body techniques usually saved for black belts - including weapons training that I could use my secondary mobility aids for, like crutches and my cane in a bad situation. Many holds that rely on creating tension in your target are also less effective on amputees, because either the anatomy that causes those holds to be painful just simply isn't there, or the body part in question can just be removed to escape. Whether we're talking about the negative things, or just neutral differences that come with using prosthetics, you don't want to go too far with any one example. The key is to strike a balance. Of course, the old writing advice of "show don't tell" also applies here. It's one thing to tell us all of this stuff, but unless we actually see it play out, it won't mean much.

How NOT to avoid the trope

Before we move on, let's focus for a moment on some common things I've seen that you SHOULDN'T do as a way to get away from the trope.

The Enhanced Prosthetic

A lot of sci-fi in particular will take prosthetic limbs, make them function exactly the same as a biological limb, but add something extra to it. This does change the way the prosthetic functions and is used, but it usually still ignores the actual disabling parts of having a prosthetic. A really good example of this can be seen in pretty much any futuristic setting, but personally, I think Fizzeroli, from Helluva Boss is the best one to demonstrate what I mean. Fizz is a quadrilateral, above knee/above elbow amputee with highly advanced prosthetics that function, more or less exactly like the limbs he lost, but with the added benefit of being super-stretchy. Fizz is an acrobat and a clown in service, at least initially, to Mammon, one of the Seven Deadly Sins. These prosthetics help him perform and we even do see how they change little things like how he walks and just goes about his day, but the show still treats them like natural arms and legs, but better. 

[ID: A screenshot of Fizzeroli from Helluva Boss, a white-skinned imp with 4 black, prosthetic limbs, dressed in teal a nightgown as he lays in bed, reading from a list /End ID]

We see that he never takes them off, even when sleeping, and when he needs to use them as regular arms and legs, they do everything he needs, perfectly fine - at least when they're working correctly. The only time he ever even takes them off or has any issues with them, is when they break in season 2. The word amputee is never used to describe him, as far as I remember, and the fact he is one never really comes up at all, except for when they break or when the story focuses on how he lost them. Which brings me to my next point.

The Glitchy/Broken Prosthetic

One way I see people try to avoid the perfect prosthetic trope, is to take the prosthetic and break it or otherwise make it unreliable by having it malfunction, but not really changing anything else. This approach is heading in the right direction but still kind of misses the point of the criticism a lot of limb different folks have with the depictions of prosthetics in the media. Yeah, prosthetics do break down and some do require extra maintenance, but if your character's prosthetic is still exactly the same as a biological limb (or even better, in the case of the "enhanced prosthetic") when it's not broken, and the only time their disability is treated like a disability, is when it breaks, you're not really addressing the issue. Real prosthetics, like we discussed, even when functioning at 100%, exactly as the manufacturer intended, don't function the same as a meat-limb. They are fundamentally different, and the glitchy/unreliable prosthetic completely ignores all of that. Once again, Fizz is a really good example of this - the only time his prosthetics are not perfect, is when they break or are malfunctioning (despite the criticism, I do genuinely love Fizz as a character, but he unfortunately does fall into a lot of disability tropes).

[ID: Another screenshot of Fizzeroli, this time in a torn up jester outfit, looking down, panicked, at his prosthetic arms which are fully extended and laying motionless on the ground, with his left arm visibly short-circuiting with electricity around it. /End ID]

Now this isn't to say you can't have your character's prosthetics break down or malfunction at all. just that this shouldn't be the only way you differentiate the prosthetic from a biological limb. You should also be mindful of how or why they're breaking. A typical prosthetic isn't going to break down randomly from normal use unless something is very, very wrong or your character just has a terrible prosthetist (which unfortunately, does happen). You might experience issues if you try to make the prosthetic do something it just wasn't designed to do, or expose it to something it wasn't designed to deal with though (e.g. submerging an electronic prosthetic in water and trying to use it to swim).

Just add Phantom Pain

Another common pitfall I see when people are trying to avoid the perfect prosthetic trope, is to just give the character in question phantom pain - which is a side-effect of amputation where your brain's mental map of the body doesn't acknowledged you lost a limb. Your brain tries to fill in the gaps, since there is no signals coming from that part of the body anymore, and assumes either something must be wrong and so you should be in pain, even when you actually aren't. Alternatively, it can also happen when your brain was so used to feeling pain from that area before, in the case of people who had chronic conditions before they lost their limb, that it just keeps remaking those old signals itself. Like the broken/glitchy prosthetic approach, this also doesn't really address the issue with the perfect prosthetic trope, because it has nothing to do with the prosthetic itself. Phantom pain doesn't come from the prosthetic, nor does it effect how they're used, and so including it doesn't really address the issue of the prosthetic being functionally the same as the original, biological limb. This isn't to say that you shouldn't include phantom limb sensation or pain as something your character experiences, but just keep in mind that, when used on it's own, it doesn't counter the trope. Also, just be sure to do your research, everyone's experience with phantom pain is different and it's not something everyone with a limb difference even experiences.

Why is this trope even a problem?

Alright, so we know what the trope is, we know why it became so prevalent, ways to avoid it and also how not to avoid it. All good information, but why is this trope even bad? Why should you try to avoid it? Outside of just wanting to portray a real disability that effects real people more accurately in your creations, the prevalence of this trope actually contributes to a lot of real-world issues, especially when it's as overused as it currently is. I've talked before about "the jaws effect" - where the depiction of something in the media, especially something that the public is widely uneducated on, influences how people see it in real life. The Jaws effect specifically referred to how the popularity of creature-feature movies featuring sharks, like Jaws, caused the belief that sharks were monstrous killing machines to become much more wide-spread, even going so far as to influence decisions about laws and policy surrounding real-life shark preservation and culling in some parts of the world. But sharks aren't the only thing this has happened to.

Disabled people are so thoroughly misunderstood by wider society, that when tropes like this one become popular, people can and often do start to believe the misinformation they spread - in this case, believing that our prosthetics are a perfect replacement for a biological limb, and that getting a prosthetic means you're not disabled any more. While this can be annoying and cause small scale issues for some of us, like people giving us a hard time for using disability accommodations we very much need, it can also impact us in systemic ways too. If the wrong people believe these tropes, it can and does have a very real impact on the lives of disabled people through things like changes to policies to make it harder for amputees and people with limb differences to access financial assistance for other things outside of our prosthetics we may need assistance with.

Conclusion

Despite the very real harm tropes like this can do when it's overused, I don't think it should go away entirely. Some of my favourite pieces of media even use the perfect prosthetic trope and there are even some kinds of media where I even think it's somewhat unavoidable. Characters with perfect prosthetics in kids media in particular, especially when talking about side characters, can help to correct some of the other stereotypes kids may have seen elsewhere - such as prosthetics being "creepy" or "scary" - in a way that is casual and easy for them to understand. The problem with the trope, in my eyes, is it's excessive overuse. It's the fact that it seems to be the only representation amputees and people with limb differences are getting now. Not every story with a limb-different character can or even should delve into the reality of what using prosthetics is actually like, but we need at least some stories that do, without it being this majorly depressing thing.

[kikis-writing-service]

Can’t believe I’ve slept on psycho pass for this long; it’s so good.

Disappointed in the lack of fanfic though. There’s so much (angst) potential, with Ginoza especially. His character arc is so good and I want more of his internal world, his inevitable self hatred, and how he has to come accept himself (which I see his hair growth as a reflection of that; my god does this man look so good when he lets his hair grow out).

[psychopassera]

🌙 Tristan e Isolda - A Psycho-Pass Fanfic 🌙

📖 ENGLISH BELOW 📖

📌 Sinopsis: En un Japón del siglo XXII gobernado por el Sistema Sibyl, Alice Carter, Kougami Shinya y Ginoza Nobuchika forman un lazo inquebrantable, marcado por el amor, la traición y la lucha por la justicia. Desde su juventud en la Academia Nitto hasta las sombras del Departamento de Investigación Criminal, la historia sigue su evolución en un mundo donde la moralidad está determinada por el sistema. Un triángulo emocional peligroso. Secretos que pueden cambiar el destino de una nación. Y una relación que desafía todas las reglas.

🔻 ¿Hasta dónde estás dispuesto a llegar por aquellos que amas? 🔻

🔥 Escenas eróticas y contenido gore | Rating: Mature (Parte 1: Explicit)

Capítulos: 15/???

Palabras: 104.434

📍 Disponible en: AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62086405/chapters/158792998 Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14429988/1/Tristan-e-Isolda Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/382365161-tristan-e-isolda

🔖 Tags de AO3 : Psycho-Pass, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Crime and Politics, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Major Character Death, Explicit Smut, Graphic Violence, Female OC/Kougami Shinya, Female OC/Ginoza Nobuchika, Complex Relationships, Trauma and Recovery, Female Protagonist, Longfic

📖 ENGLISH VERSION 📖

📌 Synopsis: In a 22nd-century Japan ruled by the Sibyl System, Alice Carter, Kougami Shinya, and Ginoza Nobuchika form an unbreakable bond, shaped by love, betrayal, and the pursuit of justice. From their youth at Nitto Academy to the shadows of the Criminal Investigation Department, this story follows their evolution in a world where morality is dictated by th system. A dangerous emotional triangle. Secrets that could change the fate of a nation. And a relationship that defies all the rules.

🔻 How far would you go for the ones you love? 🔻

🔥 Erotic scenes and gore content | Rating: Mature (Part 1: Explicit)

Chapters: 3/???

Words: 15.384

📍 Available on: AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63178930/chapters/161809069 Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14442305/1/Tristan-and-Isolde

Note: For the English version of this fic, I used ChatGPT for support, as I am not a native English speaker.

🔖AO3 Tags: Psycho-Pass, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Crime and Politics, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Major Character Death, Explicit Smut, Graphic Violence, Female OC/Kougami Shinya, Female OC/Ginoza Nobuchika, Complex Relationships, Trauma and Recovery, Female Protagonist, Longfic

[faefaye]

Tags

I only have like one specialised tag, but I thought it might help to make a non-exhaustive list of whatever I've frequently used to help in following / blocking:

#[fandom] - #lotm, #tokyo ghoul, #pokemon, #ayakashi romance reborn, list goes on.

#[fandom] stuff - my original posts for the fandom (well, the actual originality is questionable :p, but in the sense they're not reblogs)

#[fandom] fanart

#[fandom] incorrect quotes - So far there's #lotm incorrect quotes and #tokyo ghoul incorrect quotes. I try to tag the source if I know, otherwise leave it as unknown. Do tell me if you know the source of something so I can add that info.

#[fandom] spoilers - I think the only kind I've used so far is #lotm spoilers.

#official [fandom abbreviation] - for any canon content

#reblog

#art

#cute / #funny / #relatable / so on - "feel" tags for stuff I reblog.

#history / #writing / #fanfic writing / #cats / so on - topic tags for reblogs.

#long post

#my fics - pretty obvious :p.

#behind the text - random tidbits about my fics I sometimes have.

#asks / #ask game - also obvious.

#personal - nothing super personal (ex: this post :p) but yeah.

Fandom character group tags:

-> Psycho-Pass

#duo: let's meet as ordinary people - Akane and Kougami

#duo: a friendship you can't get out of - Ginoza and Kougami

#duo: how you look at this world - Akane and Ginoza

#duo: a diver and his lifeline - Arata and Kei

#trio: classic psycho pass - Akane, Ginoza and Kougami

-> LOTM

#trio: hall of truth - Klein/Gehrman, Audrey and Leonard

#trio: transmigrator gang - Klein, Amanises and Roselle

[simpforchuchu]

Okay then, hope it works for you! So... at some point post S3, Sugo and Gino are living together (platonically, romantically, just to save rent - your call). And Sugo invites the whole PSB/SAD gang over for dinner without consulting Gino... and now Gino is going crazy trying to make so much food! And there's a disaster and just when things couldn't get much worse, the gang shows up. And you can write what their reactions are and what they do to fix the situation? Please and thank you!

Gino x Sugo : food disaster

A/n: FINALLY A PSYCHO PASS REQUEST NXJDJFJ YESS IM SHIPPING THEM TOO, THANK AND I 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

"Hey, honey. I'm home."

Hearing Sugo's voice, Gino called out from the kitchen. "I'm in the kitchen!"

Smiling at his lover's voice, Sugo went to the kitchen and hugged his lover behind and leaned his head on his back. Gino continued to cook the food on the stove, smiling at Sugo's reaction.

"I'm going to tell you something, but please don't be angry" Gino turned around at what he heard and raised one eyebrow. Sugo smiled and said it in one go. "I invited the whole team and PSB to dinner. It has suddenly happened, I'm really sorry."

Gino was unresponsive for a few seconds and smiled nervously. "You know the inspectors and Ko don't get along, are you sure?"

“As long as Hanashiro is here, Ko will not be a problem. And Akane is coming too.” Gino nodded and grunted. "We need more food."

...

Hours passed and Gino was running around in the kitchen. He was giving orders to Sugo, he was in a constant state of panic. When the doorbell rang, he dropped the bottle in panic and sighed in anger. Sugo laughed at his lover's condition and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Please go open the door, I'll take care of this place."

Gino shook his head and went to open the door and saw Akane and Kogami in front of him. He smiled at them, took the bottle of wine Ko had handed him and thanked them. Kogami was about to ask for it, and he laughed nervously at the smell he got.

"Gino, could something be on fire?"

Gino looked back in panic, and when he saw the smoke coming out of the oven, he ran into the kitchen. Sugo, who was sweeping the glasses on the floor at that time, also came to the oven and they quickly took the food out. As Gino looked at the food he took out of the oven unhappily, Kogami was laughing while Akane was trying to silence him.

Gino squinted angrily. He could barely stop when he looked at him.

"My wonderful recipe..."

Sugo smiled and cupped his lover's cheek. "Okay, let's have pizza tonight okay? Don't worry please"

"Can we make sure you don't burn the pizzas, too?"

They both laughed when Gino jokingly patted Kogami's shoulder, and with the knocking door, Sugo went to open the door. Gino whispered to Kogami when the new inspectors entered the door.

"Just don't burn anyone Ko" They both laughed.

[ladyginoza]

I've got another fic in my head but can't decide how I want to start it.

[ducksbrainrotwriting71]

New headcanon bc im a procrastinator

Ginoza is a yearner <3

I just know he'd spend weeks reeling in his feelings and anguish over the way someone makes him feel- heart fluttering, red ears, fist to his chest like he's having an anginal attack - before he even thought to admit maybe he likes someone. and then itd take him at least as long to actually make those feelings known. The subject of his affections probably has to make the first move tbh

hes so telenovela kdrama coded ughhh

[sophiria]

Aftercoffee

Pairings: Ginoza x fem!reader || Kogami x fem!reader

Content warnings and tags: 18+, smut (vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex-female receiving), suggestive themes, smoking, hints of body worship, mild angst and hurt/comfort, mutual pining, implied pre-threesome and pre-poly, post-psycho pass season 3

Author’s note: written for @underratedcharactercorner​‘s Winter Wonderland collab! Thank you so much for hosting and letting me join <3

Words: just a bit under 3k

The tepid rays of sunlight filter through the windows as you brew the coffee for your guest. The rich-flavored aroma fills the air as the coffee starts to gurgle, mingling with the scent of tobacco emanating from the Spinel cigarette he's smoking. For a few moments, your gaze wanders from the Moka pot towards the vast blanket of snow adorning the winter scenery outside your house, and you take a deep breath as he lights up yet another stick.

"There's a place for you at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs," Kogami tells you, taking a drag while your attention returns to the coffee pot. He pauses as you mix the hot beverage with a small spoon, and then he resumes speaking as you start pouring the coffee into two cups. "Come to work with me at the Suppressing Action Department."

You pick up the espresso cups and turn around to face him. Though his face looks stoic, his eyes twinkle with excitement. A tiny smile ghosts around the corners of your mouth as you reach his position, and he helps you by taking the tray out of your hands and then placing the cups on the table.

"Is it because of my ability to import luxury coffee brands?" You joke, though there's a slight wobble in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed by Kogami. "I've been out of the game for too long, Shinya."

He brings the cup to his lips as he holds the cigarette in the same hand. "You won't feel the same pressure we had at the Bureau," Kogami says, savoring a small sip of coffee as you take a seat next to him. "We play by different rules, and our crime coefficients are kept secret."

A flicker of hope flashes across your face as you look up at him. "Does it feel as if the Sibyl System doesn't dictate every aspect of your life?"

Kogami gives you a small smile. "Yeah, it kinda does." 

It's quiet for a few minutes, and as you start drinking the coffee, he finishes his cup. "I take it you're no longer an enforcer then," you ponder after a little while as you briefly look out the window. "You too left the old life behind."

Kogami lights up another cigarette. "I'm a special investigator now—or a tactical advisor. Whichever you prefer."

You turn your head towards him and notice the intensity reflected in his eyes. You've known him well enough to know that he's serious about the offer, though you have the feeling that there's still another matter he has to talk to you about.

"Is there something else I should know about before giving you an answer, Shinya?"

A brief pause, and then—

"Ginoza is a special investigator too. He's been working with me as my partner."

You bring a palm to the side of your neck. "Really? Your voice shakes just a bit, and then a light scoff leaves your lips. "It's been so long, I..." you hesitate, slightly shaking your head before gazing towards the ceiling. "After we parted ways during my stay at the Pass Correction and Medical Care Center, I told myself that I needed to forget about him."

(But you never did forget.)

Kogami inhales sharply. "You don't know what happened to him after that?" He asks you with a genuine surprise in his tone. "Gino never contacted you?"

A bitter smile surfaces on your lips, and your gaze wanders back to his face. "I sometimes ask myself if what we had was real or if I imagined it," you admit, a half-hearted laugh leaving your lips. "I haven't seen Nobuchika in over seven years. He never reached out to me."

Your clothes suddenly feel too tight, and you stand up from your seat to walk toward the sink. You start to rinse the coffee maker as Kogami angles his body toward yours. He stares at your side profile and sees how you're trying to get a hold of your emotions—your posture is hunched as if you're trying to protect yourself, and your hands are lightly trembling under the scalding water. Despite its warmth and that of the fireplace, your body is numb from the cold.

"Gino's hue deteriorated after you weren't a presence in his life anymore," Kogami recalls. "His crime coefficient went up to 140 after his father was killed during a mission. Then he went through rehabilitation, became an enforcer, and spent years as one."

You swiftly turn around towards Kogami, and he sees your lips parted in shock as your eyes reflect a whirlwind of emotions. Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you try to find the words, but all that leaves your lips is a choked gasp as tears well up in your eyes.

Your mind barely registers it when Kogami wraps his strong arms around you, one hand on your back and the other on the crown of your head. "We both failed you, and for that, I'm sorry," he says as he holds your body. "I was obsessed with revenge, and Ginoza with keeping the hue in check. We both lost sight of what was important, and you got caught up in the middle because of it."

You hiccup against Kogami's chest before raising your head to meet his eyes. His gaze mellows as he looks at you, and he leans down until his forehead almost touches yours. His dark locks tickle your skin, and a little noise between a sniffle and a chuckle leaves your lips. He lets out a rumble of amusement and takes your chin between his fingers before leaning forward. Your face heats up as he presses a light kiss on the corner of your lips, and you close your eyes as his lips linger on your skin.

When he leans back and you no longer feel his touch, your eyes flutter open. You see that he's staring behind you and out of the window, and the moment you notice the knowing look in his eyes, you do understand. Swallowing hard, you turn around to follow the line of Kogami's sight.

Your heart flutters as you gaze into a familiar pair of eyes, and you take in all the ways Ginoza has changed—his hair is longer now, pulled up in a ponytail, and he no longer wears glasses. He looks at peace with himself, carrying himself confidently as his steps bring him closer to your house, until he stops near your front door.

Time slows as you look into each other's eyes, yours filled with yearning and melancholy, his with longing and regret. Both of you tune out everything around yourselves and take a step forward, an invisible pull wanting to entwine your fates once more—though the moment breaks as soon as Ginoza glances toward Kogami. His eyes narrow as he studies his friend's actions, and your skin tingles as you feel Kogami's hot breath against your neck. He places one of his hands on the small of your back, and your cheeks burn as you feel him press an open-mouthed kiss on the nape of your neck. A blurring mix of embarrassment and arousal swirls within your belly as Kogami's lips linger in the same way they did on the corner of your mouth, and when he pulls away, Ginoza's eyes are brimming with conflicting emotions.

Kogami walks towards the front door and steps outside, lighting a cigarette on his way to Ginoza. The two friends glance at one another, and as you carefully look over them, Kogami tells Ginoza something you can't quite place before disappearing from your view and heading toward where his motorcycle is parked.

There's a standstill and then a soft murmur of your name. Your gaze finds Ginoza, who's taking another step toward your position.

"Nobuchika…" you half-whisper as he closes the distance between your bodies, "...what are you doing here?"

His watchful gaze softens. "I'm here for you," Ginoza says, and you're breathless as he cups your cheek with his hand, "and to make it up for the way I've pushed you away."

You sigh and slowly lean into his touch. "Kogami told me about what happened..." you murmur, placing your hand over his. "I'm so sorry about your dad, Nobuchika."

(You don't tell him that you're sorry about his coefficient, because you have the distinct feeling that he's more content now than when you knew him as an inspector, keeping what society deemed a healthy hue in check.)

He smiles sadly. "His death and becoming an enforcer made me realize that I needed to be true to myself," Ginoza admits. "I'm sorry I haven't reached out to you earlier."

You hold his gaze and confess your deepest fear. "I thought you'd forgotten about me."

He exhales. "Never," Ginoza replies, and it's both firm and soft. "I could never do that."

Your gaze is lenient and loving as you look up at him, and his cheeks flush. You intertwine your fingers with his and step back, turning around to lead him inside your house while the door slowly closes behind you.

There's an immediate shift in the air, and you let out a shaky breath as you feel Ginoza's chest nudge against your back. You say his name breathlessly, and he lets his forehead rest in the crook between your neck and shoulder. His silky, long locks brush against your cheeks, and you nuzzle his hair as he wraps his right arm around your waist.

You stay like that for a minute or so until he lifts his head and places his left hand under your chin, angling your face toward his. Your eyes widen slightly at the contact as understanding flashes in them. A bittersweet smile appears on his lips as you gently touch his leather-covered hand, and your vision blurs as you think about how much he must have suffered. His cybernetic hand can't sense your touch, but Ginoza can still feel the affection you hold for him—even after all this time, despite his lack of communication and the previous impossibility of reaching out while he was an enforcer.

"It's okay now," Ginoza tells you softly before brushing his lips against yours. Your lips part, and he captures your mouth in a deep kiss. Warmth spreads through you as his tongue swirls around yours, and you angle your body toward his. He wraps both of his arms around your upper body while your hands find his hair, and you explore each other's mouths until you pause to breathe in.

Then his lips are on your skin once more, tracing a path from your cheeks to your neck. He sucks the skin into his mouth, and your face heats up as small, breathy gasps leave your lips. Both of you are pressed against each other as you slowly walk back towards the bed in the middle of your open space, and you stroke his hair while his mouth is still caressing your skin, leaving slow, feathery kisses on your cheeks and neck.

"Nobuchika, can you sit on the bed for me?" You ask him softly, your hands in his hair and his mouth lingering on your jaw. "I want to see you."

His heart races at your words, and Ginoza raises his head until his gaze is level with yours. His face is flushed, and you smile at him before pressing a small kiss on his mouth. A quiet, blissful sigh leaves his lips, and then he complies, sitting at the edge of the bed.

His legs part for you, and you get in between, placing your hands on his chest. He's wearing a white shirt and dark tie after leaving his trenchcoat and suit jacket in the living room, and your touch is light as you undress him. Ginoza is unable to meet your eyes as his chest is left bare, and his entire body tenses as he waits for you to say something. 

His breath hitches as you bring your mouth over his shoulder to press a tender kiss on the skin near his prosthetic. Then one kiss turns into multiple ones, and your lips are warm and buttery-soft as you leave a trail of delicate kisses on his shoulders, collarbone, and neck while your hands are splayed on his chest.

When he wraps his arms around your waist and brings you close to himself, your lips meet once again. Your kisses are greedier, the hunger you both feel for one another seeping through as your tongues meld together. Then his hands are on yours as you slowly lower the waistband of your pants and undies until they rest just a bit under your ass, and you shiver as the crisp air hits your skin.

Your heart pounds as Ginoza drops to his knees and leans forward until his lips touch your stomach. He places languid kisses on it, and your entire body runs hot at the intimate gesture, full of both desire and devotion. His lips travel down, and you inhale sharply as his mouth lingers on your pelvis.

Goosebumps appear on your skin as his lips move south, and your body quivers softly when he reaches between your legs to give an experimental flick of his tongue against your clit. A breathy moan leaves your lips, and he begins sucking on your nub while he eases a slender finger and then two inside your wet slit. Your knees almost buckle, and you place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself while his tongue circles your clit. You gasp as he reaches that special spot inside you, and your hips arch as the stimulation has you clenching around his fingers.

Tears of pleasure roll down your cheek as you ride the shockwaves of your orgasm, and your heart skips a beat as Ginoza starts placing small kisses on your inner thighs. He slowly pulls his fingers out of your sex while you're still feeling the aftershocks of your climax, and he brings them to his mouth. The erotic sight has you gazing at him with half-lidded eyes, and he smirks softly at the dizzy look on your face.

He stands up to sit at the edge of the bed, all while his hands are holding your waist, keeping your body close to his. You bite your lip as you notice the bulge in his pants, and it's your turn to smirk as you see the flush creeping up his neck and face.

Then you're back between his legs, helping him peel off his suit pants and underwear. You lick your lips at the sight of his aroused cock, and you wrap your hands around it. Ginoza trembles at your touch, and he mumbles your name in a pleading tone before helping you straddle him.

His body shudders as his cock is swallowed by your pussy, and he rests his hands over your back while you wrap your hands around his neck. The two of you hold on tight to each other's bodies as you ride him, and Ginoza pounds his hips at a frantic speed while breathing heavily and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Your walls begin to flutter as his nimble fingers reach your nub, and shaky moans leave your lips as the tension snaps and you pulse around him. His hips stutter as he pants, and when you breathe out for him to come inside you, he gives one last erratic thrust before his cock pulses, spilling himself inside you.

Your bodies are coated in a gossamer sheen of sweat as you disentangle and he slips out of you. Ginoza presses a light kiss on your forehead before standing up and going to the bathroom to retrieve a couple of towels. When he returns to you, he's gentle and careful as he cleans up the combined arousal from your body before doing the same with himself.

You both shower and return to bed, enveloped in fluffy bathrobes. Ginoza lays on his back before taking you into his arms. You place one hand on his chest, nuzzling his neck with your face while your legs interlace, and you're basking in each other's presence anew.

-

It's dawn when Kogami walks down the path toward your house. The soothing atmosphere of the Hokkaido village you live in quiets his thoughts, and he wallows in the fresh air. His boots leave footprints in the snow as he approaches the front door of your house, and once he reaches it, he types the code on the monitor next to the doorbell.

He's silent as he enters your space and walks stealthily until he stops at the edge of your bed. There's more than a hint of desire as he observes your figures sleeping soundly, and he lingers there for less than a minute before heading out.

"Shinya..."

His steps halt as he hears you calling out for him, and he slowly turns around. His eyes widen at the sight of you and Ginoza staring at him with a playful glint in your eyes, and his mouth goes dry the moment you extend your hand with your palm out in a gesture of invitation.

"Come join Gino and me in bed."

[thefoxtherapist]

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.

[baahsu]

— At Night —

kougino

2.1k words

teen & up

Ginoza had been working late and Kougami didn't have anything better to do other than to pay him a visit.

➝ AO3

[mctakahashi]

Ginoza x reader

Sick fic

You sit in the work space and read through the new Inspectors report. You find a few mistakes but read through it anyways. You feel someone tap your shoulder and you turn to see Akane. You smile and open your mouth to speak.

“Hi inspector... is there anything you need?”

Akane pulls her hand back.

“It’s getting late. You’ve done really well today. If you don’t mind I can treat you to some dinner.” She says softly.

“I’d love that.” You say and start to wrap things up. By this point you are already pushing your limits and quickly rush out. You see Akane with a car and normal closes on. You quickly change and rush out. She opened the door for you and you jump in quickly.

“Oh it’s gotten cold out these days” you say trying to warm up. Akane only chuckles. “So, Akane. Is it normal for newer people to have so many things to do?” You’ve been working your butt off for many days and it’s starting to ruin your sleep.

“Yes. It’s very normal. You’ll get used to having abnormal sleep schedules. Your on call practically all the time for your first month.” She drives smoothly and pulls the car to a small restaurant. You get out with Akane as she leads you inside.

You stay close to her not knowing the area well.

“Hey, know after big crimes such as yesterday the second day is usually a break. Well for newer people. It’s because you did all the crime solving and you need time to recover.” Akane waves at someone and walks to a seat sitting down. You sit down with her and see menus already there. You look though them.

“So do you know everyone?” Akane asks you out of the blue.

“I-I guess... There’s Kogami, You... that weird red haired guy named... Kagari, right?”

“Mhm.” She nods.

“The two chicks, Yayoi, and Shino. There’s... Masaoka, he always follows me around. Does he like me?!”

“Nono!” Akane says quickly. “He’s kinda like a mentor. He follows me still even after a long time of knowing him.”

You nod slightly not buying it. “And glasses.” You quickly catch yourself. “I mean! Ginoza... I call him glasses as a joke to myself.”

You shrug and Akane gives out a chuckle. Akane then orders some noodles for you and her to split. You smile and blush at how nice she is. You drink some water and eat the noodles.

You both chat about many things and just let yourself go on a lot about your home town and your brother and sisters. After dinner is done you pay her and she splits the bill. Which Akane tried to say that she could pay for it all but you insisted that she took some money. After she dropped you off at your apartment which you were quickly informed that Akane lives in the same apartment complex as you.

You lay on the bed and roll around for a bit before getting some sleep.

4 hours later and your wrist is buzzing off the hook you pick it up groaning.

“W-what?” You say and then you hear his voice.

“Inspector id like it if you came in and explain this report you’ve done on the case. It’s just... the work you submitted was written very badly.” Ginoza finished and you sprung up scared.

“What?! I wasn’t done editing that! I didn’t mean to submit i-“ you cut off grabbing your stomach. It felt like it had flip upside down. You rush to the bathroom and throw up. You choke and then almost killed yourself because Ginoza was still on the phone listening. “Fuck! I mean... crap..” you hung up and didn’t want to listen to what he had to say. You flush the toilet and get some bath water running. Your body had just completed turned on you.

Your stomach felt like it was trying to twist itself into knots. You gently strip of your clothes and try to take a warm bath. You can hear you wrist band buzzing and see it’s Ginoza but you know what it’s about so you leave it. You rest in the bath until your skin prunes and then you hear a knock at the door. You stood up and wrapped a towel around your body and go to the door opening just wide enough so you could see the person your heart drops to your stomach and you grip the door handle.

“What are you guys doing here!” You shout frustrated. You see Kougami, Masaoka, and Ginoza. You shut the door getting dressed then open it.

“Mmm... Thats no way to speak to us.” Masaoka says. You look at him then slouch a bit.

“A-sorry I’m just not feeling well.”

“So I’ve heard” he says. “Akane isn’t doing good either. We think food poisoning. I’m leaving one of these boys with you.” Masaoka pats Kogami’s and Ginoza’s back. You frown.

“I’ll just stay here. We all know Kogami loves Akane.” Ginoza pushes in and shuts the door. You’re completely shocked and then frown. You crouch on the floor trying to get your stomach to quit twisting. He walks over and touch’s your back. You flick his hand away and stand up and walk over to your bed. He watches you and then moves to the kitchen. You hear your cups being clicked together and a second later he bring you tea. He pulls a chair by the bed and sits in it. He offers the tea and you nod drinking it. Ginoza looks at you then around the room.

“Does your belly hurt?” He asks.

You choke on the tea from such a weird question.

“W-what?!”

“Is your stomach bothering you? I heard you threw up. If it is food poisoning then it’s best to get the infected food out of your system.” His expression doesn’t change. He pulls off his glasses and cleans then and then sets them on the desk.

“Y-yeah. It aches a bit.. I don’t feel the need to throw up so. I think I’m fine.” You kind of had a small attitude.

“Do you have a heating pad? Or something?”

You nod and point to the bottom of the desk. He gets up and gets it and walks over to you and turns it on and pulls up the covers. You freak out and grab the heating pad. He watches and sits down. You set the pad on your stomach and then look at him.

“Can you see?” You ask seeing him walk around without his glasses with out a problem.

“Yes. I can’t see well up close. That’s why I have these.” He motions to the glasses. He moved closer and sets a hand on top of the heating pad. “Good it’s warming up.” He stands up again and set he’s the cabinet for some sort of sleeping pill.

“What are you doing?” You turn your head.

“It’s better to sleep through the pain. Got anything?”

“Top left.”

After a second he bring you a single pill. You take it and he looks through your book shelf. He finds a book and picks it up walking and sitting by the bed. He cracks the book open and you see him reach for his glasses setting them on. You watch his eyes move through the words.

“Try and sleep.” He says. You stick out your tongue teasingly.

“How can I? I’m sweating from the heating pad but too cold to open a window..” you take the heating pad off and you feel the cold of the air. You close your eyes for a sec then turn down the heating pad setting it aside to cool off. Ginoza shakes his head.

“I lied.” Ginoza said softly. “I can see with and without my glasses I just. Heh... Have them for show. I don’t like how my face looks.”

You watch and don’t have the energy to say anything, then you feel your stomach twist and you lurch up and run to the bathroom throwing up again. You sit there and then go for another round. Ginoza is quick to his feet and rushed over grabbing your hair and pulling it out of your face. You look up at him wiping your mouth then felt tears at your eyes you lean back over the bowl and gag a bit before throwing up once more. You lean your head to the side feeling tears go down your face.

“I-I’m s-so sorry I’m sick. And y-you have to watch me...” You cry a bit. Ginoza shakes his head and grabbed a hair tie and pulling your hair up into a ponytail. He rubs your back and smiles.

“Don’t be sorry kiddo everyone gets sick. I got sick at work one time and now... Kougami doesn’t let me forget it.” He helps you to your feet and walks you back to the bed after finishing in the bathroom. He pulls the blankets around you and moves his hand to your stomach and gently rubs circles on it. You look at him wiping your eyes.

“W-what happened at the office?” You ask trying to get your mind off your belly ache.

“Well I hadn’t been doing well and I came into the office sat down then instantly ran out the second I knew I was going to vomit .... well. Let’s say our bathrooms are far away and I couldn’t... make it.” He chuckled. “Well there was also this one time kougami came to work and the whole day his pants had a hole on his butt. And this man had heart underwear on.” Ginoza smiled. He attempted to help you.

That was the first time you saw him smile. You touch his hand that had been rubbing your belly. You hear your stomach gurgle and blush a bit from embarrassment.

“Thanks Ginoza.” You move over and pat the bed. He crawls in knowing it would make you feel better. He rubs more circles on your stomach and cradles your closer.

“U-m. So need anything else?”

You shake your head and lean close and close your eyes. He looked down and closed his a bit and the next thing you know your alarm is going off at 9:30 in the morning.

You roll over and hear a slosh from your belly. You look around and see Ginoza with his suit shirt off and is laying next to you. You look at him and then fall back totally embarrassed.

“Oh my god...” you say. “I didn’t get sick. And he isn’t here....” You feel a hand on your belly. You look down and Ginoza had rolled over and placed his hand on you.

“N-no this didn’t happen.” Ginoza said and fell back asleep.