#happy birthday gino

[dragonsrainbows]

Ginoza Nobuchika's Birthday.

So today is the birthday of a guy who doesn't really exist but has been the focus of my journey as a queer babey-ace to well... whatever the heck I am today (affectionate).

Ginoza Nobuchika came into my life in the lockdown. His anger, his inability to understand things he couldn't control and his deep abiding loyalty all struck me right in the heart. In my fanfics, I have hc-ed him as ace, autistic and with a bunch of other states of being I live through every day. I don't care if all the stuff I write about him and dream about him is just me projecting my issues on to a fictional character. That is how it was meant to be.

Nobuchika has been with me through a lot of rough times. He has held my hand as I wept into my pillow, he has stayed by my side as I tried to figure out just who I am and he has offered me love when I couldn't understand what was wrong with me. Yes, I know this is all just me doing things for myself. It is me healing myself by becoming a partner to the Ginoza in my head that I wish the Ginoza I am in life had. And when I say partner, I don't just mean romantically. But maladaptive daydreaming has more power than most of know and Nobuchika being a figment of my imagination and Nobuchika being a real whole person who fills my life are both things that can and do co-exist.

I want to thank Fukami Makoto-sensei, Takaha Aya-sensei, Shiotani Naoyoshi-sensei, Urobuchi Gen-sensei and everyone else involved in the manga, anime, films, novels and dramas for creating Nobuchika, giving him words and thoughts and such profound humanity.

I want to thank Amano Akira-sensei for making Nobuchika look the way he does.

But most of all, I want to hug and kiss Nobuchika and wish him the happiest of birthdays. I want to tell him that things do get better. For both of us. That life is a continuous process of being and becoming and that there is love, companionship, joy, honour and comfort in it for both of us.

お誕生日おめでとう私の大切な相棒!

And since I am already on this rant-y trajectory - which in all likelihood no one will read through - I am going to include a little Psyco-Pass AU description that I never got down to writing.

Ginoza Nobuchika is the Head Caretaker of the Pandas at the Ueno Zoo. And while is he out and about doing his job providing enrichment in the panda enclosure, one Kougami Shinya and another Sugo Teppei - two random people who are in the vicinity for *reasons*, catch him dealing with panda antics and fall in love at first site. The rest of the story involves them wooing Ginoza, who has no idea why two extremely handsome gentlemen are suddenly so interested in panda-care and getting him snacks/coffee. There's obviously some misunderstandings, some perfectly harmless sabotaging of carefully planned dates and a lot of panda cuddles. In the end, the three of them live happily ever after.

Here's the video that inspired the thought. Remember to imagine Nobuchika while watching.

じゃまたね❣

[latentillusion]

happy birthday, ginoza!

ft. saya's attempt at piping dime. 😂 the flowers are also part of his gift. forget-me-nots. 🥹 (yes, she did think of hanakotoba when picking them out. and yes, she got seeds so he can grow them himself too!)

my darling, my inspiration, the bestest boy!! i hope your life is always filled with laughter and happiness. 🥹 ginoza has been one of my all-time favorite characters for a decade now. just as we've been there with gino through all of his ups and downs, gino's been there for me too. I LOVE THIS CUTIE SO MUCH!!

i've been waiting for WEEKS to share this mini comic(?). @catyypss you are AMAZING!! saya looks so adorable. gino's smile is so precious!! one of my favorite commissions from you!!!!!!!

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY 44TH BIRTHDAY, GINO ANTHONY PESI!!!

[dragonsrainbows]

Best boi!

Happy Birthday Nobuchika Ginoza!!!!

[niemernuet]

Distance

While Odi collected four medals in five days, Gino suffered in Alta Badia.

rating: T pairing: Marco Odermatt/Gino Caviezel characters: Marco Odermatt, Gino Caviezel, Justin Murisier length: 1'000 words

It was not the welcome Marco had expected.

"'s open." Gino's voice sounded as if he had gargled with sandpaper.

"Poor you," Marco smiled as he opened the door, "you sound like…"

He could not finish the sentence. For a split second, Gino stared at him wide-eyed from under the blanket, then he shot out of bed and across the room at the speed of light, shoved Marco back into the hallway, and shut the door in his face with a loud bang.

Confused, Marco staggered backwards.

"What are you doing here?" Gino shriek-yelled, his voice distorted by the sore throat.

"I'm here to see you," Marco answered. He pushed the knob down again but this time, the door did not budge. He tried again but he only managed to open a tiny crack before it slammed shut again.

"Don't come in!" Gino barked from the other side of the door where he pushed with all his weakened strength to keep Marco out. "I'm sick!"

"I know!" Marco said, and he could not hide the laugh that came along. "That's why I'm here. Come on, open! You know I love you no matter how bad you look."

"It's not that!" Gino answered, and Marco could hear his eyes rolling through the door. "I can't make you sick! Not now! And what the hell did you think to drive all the way here? You're supposed to rest in Val Gardena."

"I can't rest when I know you're not well and need me."

Gino did not answer to that, and after a few seconds, Marco gave the door another tentative wiggle.

"Are you for real?" he asked the door incredulously. He did not feel like laughing anymore.

Before Gino said anything, another person rounded the corner of the hallway.

"Are you having a domestic?" Justin asked. "We can hear you all the way from the kitchen."

"He's not letting me in!" Marco said as he pushed against the door again. "Gino! I'm serious, open the bloody door!"

"And I'm serious too!" Gino said before he was overcome by a thunderous coughing fit. Marco tried to use the opportunity to push his way into the room but Gino's foot did not budge.

"You have a race tomorrow, and the following four days. You can't get sick now!"

"Wow," Justin butted into their argument. "So Marco is too good to breathe in the diseased air in your room but I have to bring you tea and soup constantly?"

"You're not important," Gino said as he gasped for air. "Also it was two times and…oh no…"

The pressure against the door from inside the room vanished, and immediately Marco threw it open. He only got a brief look at Gino, his tousled hair, the sweaty sheen on his face and his bloodshot eyes then the door to the bathroom slammed shut, and not one second after the sound of someone throwing up into the toilet bowl echoed through the room. This time, Marco did not try to follow Gino but stared helplessly as the hollow retching noise reverberated through the door.

"He's been doing this the past two days," Justin explained, unfazed by the sounds from the other side. Suddenly, his face lit up. "Hey, maybe you're pregnant?" he shouted.

Marco's patience had worn out completely, and with his lips pressed to a thin line, he stared daggers at Justin.

"Nobody appreciates my humour," Justin grumbled, and turned away. "I'll go tell the others you're not breaking up."

The sound of a flushing toiled drowned out the rest of his complaints, and silence followed. Marco softly laid his head against the door. Briefly, he tried to open but Gino had turned the lock.

"Please…" he said quietly. "I miss you." He imagined Gino crumpled on the ground, and all he wanted to do was break through the cheap press board door, and take him into his arms. Time together was always short during the season but this year it felt so much worse. Gino was strong, and kept up a strong façade, only Marco knew the toll Mauro's accident had taken on him, and how much he was still suffering.

"I'm sorry," Gino answered after a few seconds. "I could never forgive myself."

"I know what I'm doing," Marco insisted.

Gino's voice was sharper this time. "Some things are more important."

"You are more important than these stupid races, you…"

"No, I'm not!" Gino interrupted. "At least not now. One day, yes, but right now you have to think about your job! Please stop arguing…" Gino's voice broke, and with him Marco. He slid down the door until he sat on the scratchy carpet. He looked over to the unmade bed. The air was stuffy, and tinged with the sharp smell of menthol from a tub of ointment on the nightstand. A mug and an entire mountain of crumpled tissue paper took up the rest of the small table.

"I hate this," he muttered.

"Same," Gino answered, followed by a loud sneeze, and a nose being blown loudly.

"Just five more days," Gino coughed. "We'll get through it."

Marco smiled. "Three days, actually."

"But…"

"Do you think I'll let you do this during the giant slaloms? I'll leave Val Gardena right after the Super-G, and you better be fit again by then because nothing will stop me from kissing you."

Gino laughed, though it was closer to a croak. "I'll try my best not to puke over your medals."

Marco moved until he was on his knees. "Should I move outside again so you can go back to bed?"

"Actually, I think I'll be staying here a bit longer," Gino answered. "I'll probably have to throw up some more soon."

"Oh." Slowly, Marco stretched his legs out from under him and turned until he was resting with his back against the door. "Mind if I stay too then?"

He did not need to see Gino to know he was smiling. "No."

[tatakaeeren]

Happy Birthday Gino! 💖 [21.11]

[ppdaily]

Happy birthday, Gino.

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Happy birthday from me and my ancient beeb, Gino! (He turned 35 this year ♥)

Holy shit I am only one year older than Gino. We're just two old guys. Please tell him I love him and also thank you for the birthday wishes

[magicalgirl-safespace]

Caregiver Aubrey Head cannons•🎀

(‼️Warning for very brief mentions of Aubrey's home life, small injuries, and bullying ‼️)

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUBREY🎉)

- Aubrey has a HUGE soft spot for you, you're her entire world

- Calls you kiddo and little one

- Loves to carry you, you're a comfortable weight in her arms

- She is a disaster in the kitchen so she usually takes you to Gino's to eat, will refuse to let you pay

- I mentioned this in another post but she lets you borrow her jacket, whenever she notices that you're cold she'll immediately put it on you

- She takes you to hang out with the hooligans alot! Kim and Vance share some of their candy with you

- Is open to playing dress up (or any game) she'll even let you borrow some of her more presentable clothes

- I also mentioned this in another post but you get to play with bun bun!

- Lets you borrow her bat if you wanna let out some frustration, she'll give you safe things to beat up!

- If anyone makes fun of you, she is immediately beating them up. No exceptions

- ABSOLUTELY LOVES BRUSHING YOUR HAIR (if you have any)

- Is constantly checking for any injuries on you, she doesn't want you to get hurt!

- Gives you forehead kisses >3

[jopetkasi]

they say that poverty makes one creative. i'd like to think it is true.

last week, the younger nephews and nieces were at home to celebrate the unofficial "birthday" of the two kid's my family adopted. and since these are kids, the menu could only mean ordering chicken joy buckets or pizza. i was about to place the order when manang cion asked me to stack some hollow blocks on a table and later had me add the unused bricks from the garage.

"gagawa tayo homemade pizza" commanded manang as she arranged the bricks to form a furnace. in other words, if you have eaten Gino's pizza, we are doing the same except that ours is an improvised brick oven! puede. nakatipid kami.

"huwag mong buhusan ng gaas!" she screamed as she saw me about to douse the furnace with kerosene. oo nga naman, maglalasang gasolina. the secret was to lit shreds of paper until the wood emits a steady ember and from there you fan to keep the fire burning.

when she saw that I can manage, she went back to the kitchen and in no time, emerged with several trays of dough molded in irregular circular forms, not too big or small, enough that each kid would have their own pizza.

although ours is far from the artisanal pizzas sold outside (given it was burnt on some edges) it was delicious nonetheless. the best part was we almost did not spend anything as the ingredients were sourced from the pantry like the salami/pepperoni sausages that have been in the freezer for almost a year and the basil leaves were from the garden. we only spent for drinks as the oldies are joining as well and will require beer and chips to go with the pizza.

my new siblings were happy as well, as it was their first try eating something different from rice and ulam. Kid number 1 had more than four slices while the little girl had two but gave up eating her third slice as she drifted for an afternoon nap while I carried her, unbothered by the superficial chismisan of her now uncles and aunties.

and it was a lovely weekend.

[bengesko]

Happy 36th birthday to Gino, my oldest grumpiest brattiest cockatiel. ♥ Love you, you old fart!

(Pictures will come later, he's napping ♥)

[smokingasters]

Happy Birthday Gino (21/11)

Since I came across some more translations of Asylum and was curious about Ginoza's viewpoint in Separation, I decided to share some snippets I found. These will be linked at the end, and are sourced from Chinese translations on Lofter.

The OP has specified not to repost so I will not translate the entire material into English, only a few paragraphs I find interesting. As usual, I don't know a lick of Chinese or Japanese. The translation was done through DeepL/Google Translate. It takes place in the year 2109 when Gino is still an Inspector. That being said…

*All due thanks to the translators who took the time to keep the Psycho-Pass fandom alive. We love you!*

The children, surprised by the sight of a live animal came over to the table and Dime like a good-natured grandfather, comically stood up on two feet. Ginoza untied the leash from the table and agreed to let Dime play with the children at the dog park. After all, Dime was a certified therapy dog, and the parents did not mind Dime as a playmate. Ginoza left his seat and stood up, gazing at Dime's frolicking from afar. Ginoza approved of the scene from the bottom of his heart.

Working in the Public Security Bureau, if for some time he forgot the matter of eliminating criminals... for most people the Sibyl System provided them with a good living environment. As of now, the Sibyl System is indeed the closest thing to a utopia. By assigning jobs according to their aptitudes any civilian can make use of their strengths and become a capable person contributing to society.

In addition, the Sibyl System helped people find the most suitable partner by judging their romantic capabilities.

The children playing with Dime were still young, and their parents were only a few years older than Ginoza. They were all arranged to meet by the Sibyl System when they were students or in the workplace. They would form a couple, marry, and start a family.

Yet, Ginoza had not found a romantic partner. Twenty-plus years, he remained single. Would he remain so for the rest of his life?

That's okay. I have gotten used to living alone for so many years.

Ginoza felt uncomfortable when he thought of spending his life with a specific person in matrimony. Due to his job as an Inspector, the risk of his Hue becoming cloudy was higher than any civilian.

Of course, I am taking proper mental care but it is difficult to predict how my life will suddenly change. If I become a latent criminal, it will be heartbreaking for my beloved partner and my close friends.

Any children born from our union will be treated disdainfully. If I become like that, I can never forgive myself.

That's why it's a preventive measure to not desire a family in the first place. As long as I can do my duty to this society, it will be enough.

The children playing happily with Dime and their families live a free and carefree life — I will be the guardian who shields those civilians. I will be like the titan Atlas in Greek mythology, supporting the sky with his own body. If there's anything else, I wish I could stop the bullying of the children of latent criminals, as I was bullied in the past. I wish they could be treated better by the Sibyl System and receive the approval in the society...

No way. That's a bad thought.

It is like criticizing or finding fault in a perfect society. Society is better now. In the past, before Sibyl, humans did not treat everyone equally. In this era, no matter how much the children of latent criminals are scorned, if they strive for excellence, they all have a fair chance to climb to the centre of the world.

Then the only thing I have to do is to protect this world with all my might. I cannot fail to reach this goal.

Source/Credit: 官方小说 PSYCHO-PASS ASYLUM 宜野座伸元 别离篇 第二章 [by Flamenco Shoujo on Lofter] Please visit the original translator and read the rest of the work over there. I shall only share brief snippets of the scenes I like at best. Thank you for reading ❤️ This is my gift to the Ginoza fans. I wanted to know more about his perspective since we normally see Gino from Kogami/Akane's eyes, it is refreshing to see how he views the world.

*Brb I’m not done crying over Gino’s intrusive thoughts, plus him and Dime playing with the children. He’d be such a good father and husband, Gino fans pls fix this poor man’s heart 😭 he’s too precious.

[jediofbooksandsnacks]

Birthday wishes are the one thing the System can't lock behind a paywall, right? Happy birthday, Gino, my insanely stressed fictional man. Go find Dime and give him a hug.

[latentillusion]

wish come true.

happy belated birthday to kogami and my OC (the twins!) the setting here is when the trio are in their early twenties — kogino are both still inspectors and my OC is still an actress/idol, so maybe it makes sense that they didn’t have time to meet up until now. lolol

once i found out that print books were hard to find in the psycho-pass universe, i thought it would be a perfect gift for this bookworm. which book do you think gino and oc got him? (and what gift do you think kogino would get her? 👀)

as always, i’m in awe of the lovely @catyypss for always being able to bring my ideas to life in more beautiful ways than i ever imagined. 💜

[courtesanofdeath]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNN !!!! im bursting out of ur walls today and bringing u balloons and flowers and candles and cake and a giant cardboard cutout of mcr and and and i love u. ur such a delight<3 i hope ur birthday is so joyous and i hope u only have happy days ahead !!!! <33333333 (i will go back inside ur walls now, can u unpause gintama so i can listen along? thank u)

it's so funny bc the first thing i listened to today as soon as i woke up was mcr whdwjjsaks i would love a cardboard cutout of them omg i will proudly put it on my front yard for everyone to see. so they know i have the power of emo on my side

you are more than welcome to be inside my walls actually. also speaking of, there's an episode of gintama where this one character hid in the walls (behind a mirror) just so she could watch gintoki (main character) and it's just so funny. mayhaps that's what i'll watch while you go in my walls and listen along <3

but anyways lol thank you so much mishmish!! you're so sweet and kind and funny and i just appreciate you so much!! and also thanks so much for your gino edit !! it got me smiling so hard aaaahh i love it so much !!!! love you so much !! 💕💕💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰

[geaesaekki]

“My darling mother wanted to throw a party for when you we got back.” It’s said quite matter of factly- she’s sitting at the vanity in their shared room in the District One as she puts the final touches on her outfit. Aeri slides one diamond earring in. “But I told her to let me take care of it.” Not that she thinks Deva would actually want another celebration to attend- and however much Aeri craves these engagements, the ones at the Capitol specifically, she knows they don’t actually fall under Deva’s realm. Deva's image as a leader is as practiced as Aeri’s confidence- formidable yes, but not innate. Forged over the years.

The other earring goes in. Aeri opens the drawer of the vanity and pulls out a simple box for her beloved. Inside, there’s a lapel pin of a golden eagle connected by chain to a single diamond stud. Carefully but surely, Aeri pins it to the lapel of Deva’s suit jacket. “I figured this would be more preferable to you instead. Now we match. Oh, and we’re going to Gino’s for dinner- the chef’s going to be making your favorites for the five course meal and I had the place emptied out for the evening. The rest of your birthday gift, you’ll get when we get back.”

And by ‘rest of the gift’, well let’s just say Aeri a few ideas that involves some ribbons and a bedroom…but for now, the eagle pin now secure over Deva’s heart, Aeri leans back, checking her handiwork. “Beautiful- you can wear it with most of your outfits too." She wraps her arms around Deva's neck and kisses her. Her goddess. "Happy Birthday, my love.”

( let's pretend that this is jan. 10th BC THAT IS DEVA'S BIRTHDAY AND AERI WANTED TO CELEBRATE :DDDD )

"Dear God, are you saying another party?" Deva questions, looking through the mirror to catch the reflexion of Aeri with a a slight laughter. "Don't get me wrong, I love your mother treating me like I'm part of the family but if I have to give yet another speech on how thankful I am for turning thirty, I'm going to have to start lying, say I was born in July and that this was all a big misunderstanding." Deva jokes on a light hearted tone while she is taking care of her own outfit as well, adjusting her white suit jacket over her shoulders. It is a fact that while Aeri craves these celebrations, especially the ones at the Capitol, Deva always prefers them in a small committee : her, Aeri, their families, their friends, the victors. A smile graces her lips as soon as Aeri states she decided to take care of it : just the two of them then.

Their steps naturally lead them together, joining, facing each other near to the mirrors. Deva's eyes follow Aeri's gestures closely, watching what seems to be jewerly in between her fingers. "Wait a minute. Did you get me something?"Aeri always does - there is never one birthday, one occasion where she doesn't have a little something for Deva, even though Deva insists she doesn't need anything but Aeri by her side. But Oh Well, Deva also always spoils Aeri, covering her little diamond in as many pretty and shiny things she can get. An eagle, a golden one Aeri pins to the lapel of Deva's suit jacket as the leader eyes look down on it. Instinctly, Deva's fingers join Aeri's over the fabric of her suit, a tender smile on her lips. There is tenderness yes, love, warmth in Deva's hold on Aeri. "You do know me, my love. That's all I ever wanted for this day, my favorite meal... " Deva adds, her tone playful, her teeth biting down her bottom lip while her thumb caresses Aeri's skin tenderly. "And a delicious five course Gino's. Just the two of us. Nobody else." She then adds in a tranquil laughter, implying that Aeri Is her favorite meal. After Aeri takes a step back, they both admire the final work, the eagle is perfect, Devora's symbol and spiritual animal, as for the diamond, it does match with Aeri's. "Come here." Deva whispers, immedialy closing the distance again by catching Aeri's hands into hers. Aeri's arms wrapped around Deva's neck, they lips meeting into a kiss. A long, gentle, tender kiss. "I absolutely adore it and I absolutely adore you." It's a whisper against Aeri's lips. "It's perfect. Thank you my Lioness, my Diamond." Her forehead is locked against Aeri's. "I'm turning my phones off until the morning. Panem could be burning I wouldn't try and stop a damn rebellion. Tonight, I'm all yours and you're all mine."