#metro pd

[sterkeyra]

Current Status of Voltage Titles

I decided to make an overview of the JP status of the Voltage titles of the Love365 / 100Koi apps and their console titles. A lot of the apps titles are currently nearing their end and I'm curious what they still have up their sleeve. I know i'm delusional but with all the ending titles they might have capacity to work on some of their Hiatus stories again?

Ending

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder: MS ended

Metro PD: Tennoji, Kirisawa, Nomura & Himuro final baby stories left

Destind: Towards the End? Just Yuri & Takane left i think

Irresistible Mistakes:

>Shunichiros MS ended after S9 (he officially has more seasons than Eisuke)

>Keita, Toma, Jun, Maki might get final stories.

>New Aki & Minoru (uncertain what's going to happen to them)

New

Can We Start over? : S2 announced for December in JP

Doting Marriage (TBA in EN)

Friends with Benefits (TBA in EN)

Ongoing

Her Love in the Force: All continue since JPs favorite. Maybe Shinonome, Soma or Namba update next?

Masquerade Kiss: Boss ended, the others continue

Oops I Said Yes: Ukyo concluding, with Eiji potentially afterwards as well, Kunihiros S5 is on the JP schedule in December

Romance MD: Sens and Hoshos S3 is releasing next in JP

PLUST: S2 not announced yet

Hiatus

Kings of Paradise: Hiatus; Tsubaki and Blood Moon have been cancelled, artist is currently working on a Kop Manga

Tokyo Love Hustle: Hiatus; only Suzumu and Taro have been released. The other 3 are nowhere in sight. Compared to KOP they haven't been removed of the title yet though and still show coming soon

Liar: Main Stories of S1 & S4 on JP & some S5. However, Liar was not popular on Koi100, so the effort of archiving it in the app might have come to a stop

Console

Voltage rebranded their console department to AmuLit.

Even if Tempest: DLC is being worked on

Red Bells Lament: Main Characters got revealed and will release early 2025

Neon Mafia: TBA

Kaleido Tower: TBA

[lydskisses]

omg cries in *metro pd pls leave me alone* pain

(Instocks)

Badges SGD$5/ea

Holo trading cards SGD$4/ea

Tokuten SGD$8/ea

DM me to reserve!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

AP, via The Guardian:

A federal jury on Friday convicted a former Kentucky police detective of using excessive force on Breonna Taylor during a botched 2020 drug raid that left her dead. The 12-member jury returned the late-night verdict after clearing Brett Hankison earlier in the evening on a charge that he used excessive force on Taylor’s neighbors. It’s the first conviction of a Louisville police officer who was involved at the scene of the deadly raid. Some members of the jury were in tears as the verdict was read around 9.30pm on Friday. They had earlier indicated to the judge in two separate messages that they were deadlocked on the charge of using excessive force on Taylor but chose to continue deliberating. The jury of six men and six women deliberated for more than 20 hours over three days. Hankison fired 10 shots into Taylor’s glass door and windows during the raid, but didn’t hit anyone. Some shots flew into a next-door neighbor’s adjoining apartment. A separate jury deadlocked on federal charges against Hankison last year, while in 2022, a jury acquitted Hankison on state charges of wanton endangerment.

[...] Neither of the officers who shot Taylor – former Sgt John Mattingly and former Det Myles Cosgrove – were charged in Taylor’s death. Federal and state prosecutors have said those officers were justified in returning fire, since Taylor’s boyfriend, Kenneth Walker, shot at them first.

[...] Hankison was one of four officers charged by the US Department of Justice in 2022 with violating Taylor’s civil rights. Thus far, those charges have yielded just one conviction: a plea deal from a former officer who was not at the raid and became a cooperating witness in another case.

Brett Hankison, one of the Louisville Metro PD officers involved in the killing of Breonna Taylor, was convicted of using excessive force.

[sweet-pinkitty]

Koi100+ | General Election 2023 My boyfriend No.1

Result Announcement

The top 30 people who made it through, the preliminary rounds and will participate in the final round are:

[syun0acute]

From Voltage Channel on YT

[quietbooklion]

These two.

I love them. 🥰

[blerdyotome]

Voltage Inc.'s Metro PD: Close to You is Now Available on Nintendo Switch and Steam!

[smash-or-pass-otome]

Katsuyuki Kyobashi- Metro PD: Close to you

Katsuyuki Kyobashi

[voltageapps]

November 22 is the birthday of Ryohei Kimura from Metro PD: Close to You 🚓

Happy belated birthday Ryohei!

[kamyru]

I adore how Voltage Inc makes doctors so romantic, dedicated, and love starved.

But wanna hear a fun fact?

The professors in my school are of a few main types:

Divorced men

Married men who cheated on their wives with students or colleagues from hospital

Unmarried women

Divorced women who were married with other doctors that cheated on them with students

Happily married (men & women) who work with dead people (forensic & pathology)

So, the only Voltage Inc doctor that has a real equivalent in my med school is Masashi Himuro from Metro PD: Close to You.

[sterkeyra]

Voltage Chara Cafe Chibis 2024

Voltage once again claimed my heart by announcing the new merch for their upcoming character cafe. Weak as i am for chibis they just had to release animal hoodie acrylics of some of our best boys.

Kasumi tries to wriggle himself into my heart more and more by now also dressing up as a red panda! It almost feels like Kurosawa stole the penguin hoodie of him :D

Of course Tsugaru just had to have something bunny themed in the picture. Nomura has to watch out not to end up in Tsugaru's bunny merch collection at this point.

Kaga and Ishigami have their signature food and just had to have matching poses. Coincidence? xD

I wonder what the animals say about our characters. They are all so very adorable! It's difficult to decide!

Anyways, if you would like to buy some chibi merch too, @lydskisses organises a group order for the event. If you are curious just contact her ;)

Who is your favorite?

[lydskisses]

Extra postcards from my Volfes set and from AGF 2021! They’re up for adoption at SGD$3/ea (Nomura SGD$3.50)

- Anidol Harumiya Aran

- Metro PD Tadanobu Nomura

- Mirapuri Faris

- SiTC Yuzuki Kitaoji (Pic 1 sold, left with Pic 2)

- 2LDK Minato Okouchi

#voltageinc #voltage #otome #love365findyourstory #love365 #100シーンの恋 #100恋 #mirapuri #seducedinthesleeplesscity #metropdclosetoyou #anidol #anidolcolors #otomemerch

[annicaax]

Another story to be added to my tbr list... I really I am letting things pile up youch... I still have to catch up with Nomura 24 hours and counting and this comes. Purchased because I know I will love the stories but haven't read yet. Given the story is 8 episodes I may finish it over this weekend. I hope I do

the cg looks pretty and katsuyuki has grown on me so much over the years, I love him to bits and I always purchase his stories

[luveline]

Hi, I’ve never actually sent a request before so hopefully this is okay, but maybe Hotch’s adult daughter calling him dad for the first time when she’s in trouble or hurt which could also open up an opportunity for Hotch to see her mother for the first time since he found out about her

You’re gonna throw your pants in the trash when you get home. The blouse is a loss —getting blood out of champagne material is a pipe dream. But the pants were unscathed until now. 

“Can you look at me?” 

You lift your pounding head. The EMT cups your cheek, her lips quirked into a deep frown as she raises a small flashlight to your eyes. “Just gonna check your pupils again,” she murmurs, shining the light in your eye. 

Each flash has a heated knife of pain slamming into your brain. You moan in pain and tip your head forward, wanting more than anything to lay down. 

“What can I do to make you more comfortable?” the EMT asks. 

“I want to go to the hospital,” you say. Surely they can fix the carving agony behind your face. 

“I know. As soon as the ruckus upstairs is clear, we’re going to take you there.” 

“I don’t want to sit here.” You grimace at the clammy stone under your legs. The subway is not a good place to touch things. 

“It’ll be over soon. There’s a heavy police presence. You’ll be okay.” 

“Got blood on my shirt,” you mumble. 

“I’m sure someone will wash it for you.” 

“My dad,” you say without thinking. 

If you asked, Aaron would wash the blood from your shirt. He could buy you a whole new wardrobe and he would if you let him, but he would just as happily stand at the sink scrubbing away your stains. 

“Ah, Mr. Hotchner,” the EMT says. “I’ve heard about him, I think we all have. He’s a very important man.” 

“He’s just my dad,” you whisper. 

You’re not really talking to her anymore, the thumping pain behind your eyes a wave you can’t get past. It hurts with every breath. When you hold out your hand, the EMT knows without asking that you’re going to throw up. 

She’s more alarmed after that. “Okay, I’m gonna take you upstairs now, okay? I’m sorry there’s no gurney, but we just have to get to the top of the stairs.” 

Each step sucks. You taste blood and vomit alike on your tongue, the daylight is too bright as you ascend the steps, and the EMT isn’t taking enough of your weight. You moan something incomprehensible even to yourself on the second to last step and cover your eyes, aware of the sirens, the roaring crowds, glass shattering at your feet. 

“Shit,” the EMT says. 

You search for your phone blindly, your hand lost in a pocket full of gum wrappers and tissue. “I don’t have my bag... I want my phone. Need to call my dad.” 

“It’s okay,” she says, giving you an encouraging jostle to look out at the clearing sidewalk. “I can see him.” 

Aaron is speed-walking through the crowd. He’s surrounded by people in Kevlar vests, but he himself wears nothing more than his usual suit and tie. His face changes when he sees you from glaring to a strange flitting panic. 

“Are you all right?” he asks, jogging those last few metres to take you by the elbows. “Sweetheart, are you all right?” 

Your eyes are tired. “Somebody hit me,” you say. 

“I know.” His sympathy is warm, his hand smoothing up your arm as he turns on the spot. “Morgan, can we get better access down this street?” 

One of the Kevlar vests doubles back the way they came. You’re trying to make sense of who you’re seeing, and what’s happening, but the confusion since you got hurt is enthusiastic. You can’t make sense of anything but the splitting pain in your head. 

Aaron’s talking five miles a second and ushering you up those last few steps, a gentleness to his touch that’s absent in his barked commands. 

You’ve never heard him shout like that. You can’t help staring at him. 

“This is an attempted insurrection. The aggression is only going to get worse. JJ, see if you can coordinate with metro PD, make sure there aren’t any other injured civilians in the subway. Dave, I need you to run the operation while I go with her.” 

“Aaron,” you say, watching his frown deepen. 

“Reid, you’re with JJ. Prentiss, I want you to find who laid hands on her–”

“Aaron,” you say again, shocked. 

He gives your arm a placating squeeze. 

“They could still be here.” Everything he says is unarguable. He’s suddenly a monolith, and he’s freaking you out, and you’re no closer to being in the back of the ambulance than you had been ten minutes ago. “Have Garcia pull the security footage–”

“Dad,” you say in a short breath, your hand grasping weakly at his arm. 

He falls silent for a moment. The agent you’re unfamiliar with becomes the man who brings you teddy bears at dinner and sends encouraging missives in the morning. 

“What, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asks. Not gentle, but hushed.

“I think I’m gonna be sick again.” 

The EMT passes you a paper bag. 

—

You could hear a pin drop in your hospital room. Your broken nose has its own heartbeat, but that’s a feeling, rather than a sound. Aaron hasn’t spoken in a long time, he just sits there with his hand on your arm, waiting for a cue you don’t give. You’re so embarrassed about calling him dad you’ve decided to never speak to him again. 

His hand occasionally comes to life, giving your arm a soft up and down. 

It’s strange to suddenly have a father, but not bad. His paternal caring is a comfort with all the pain, and it doesn’t feel stilted. With Aaron it never has, he found out you were his and he immediately began to act like it, though you suppose you’ll never know how he would’ve loved you as an adult if he’d known you as a child. This feels genuine. Careful, but genuine. 

“Time to take it off,” he says. 

You meet his eyes. 

“The ice pack,” he explains. 

You drop it onto your leg, and he takes it and sets it on the rollover table instead. 

“You can come and stay with me for a few days,” he suggests quietly.

“I’ll be okay.” 

“Your mom’s working. I can take the time off.”

You give him a dubious look. “And then you’ll get called away and it’ll be just me and Haley in the house. That won’t be awkward at all.” 

He shakes his head. “You’re hurt. You’re gonna feel dizzy for at least another day, and that’s not thinking about how hard it’s gonna be to breathe for a while. I’ll stay home, and you can get familiar with my guest room.” 

“You don’t have to look after me.” 

“But I want to.” He holds your wrist. “I know we aren’t a conventional father and daughter…” His brow furrows, and he looks at your hand just below his rather than your face. “I want the chance to look after you. How many times were you sick as a kid? Hundreds of times. Mostly colds, a runny nose. Maybe you– maybe you broke your arm, I don’t know. But I wish I did. I owe it to you to take care of you now.” 

You give him a small smile as he raises his head. 

“Just think about it,” he says, “we’ll be here all night anyways.” 

“You can go home.” 

“Don’t be difficult,” he says, his sincerity swapped for teasing as he stand. “I have to go find you something to eat.”

He stoops to give you a warm hug across your shoulders. You should want it to be over quickly, you smell like blood and sick and sweat, your clothes are ruined, and you’re not used to him seeing you like this, but let the feeling of his hand on your back persuade you into closing your sore eyes. 

“Okay?” he asks. 

“I’m okay.” 

“Okay. I need to do a lap before your mother gets here anyhow. I might… be more unkind than I plan on being, otherwise.” 

You laugh at his half-joke and hurt your face. He is very sorry. 

[bullet-prooflove]

Can I have Luke Alvez x Fem reader with the prompt "Everyone can see these scars"?

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life @Rosaliedepp @Storiesofsvu @Est1887

They put the pictures up upon the board, the ones with the scars down Luke’s back. Each one is a raised welt, seared into his flesh, the lash from a whip. There’s twenty one of them, you know because you’ve spend entire nights running your fingertips over them.

“It happened in Iraq.” He had told you at the time whilst he’d been lying on his stomach, tangled up in your sheets in a post coital haze.

You’d assumed he’d been captured by the enemy, it isn’t until now as stand in that briefing that you realise it was a fellow soldier who had done that to him, one that’s now in the US, inflicting the same kind of punishment on other veterans.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him when you catch a moment alone in the breakroom.

He has both palms resting on the counter as he stares into the depths of the coffee mug. The kettle boiled five minutes ago and he still hasn’t made a move to pour.

“I wasn’t ready to talk about it.” he says finally, tilting his head so that he can meet your gaze. “Not even with you.

“I know.” You say softly as you lean back against the counter, lingering in his proximity.

The people you work with in Metro PD don’t know you’re seeing Luke. This thing between the two of you it’s recent, you’re both still figuring things out. You’d been friends for a long time before you made the transition to lovers, that bond, it’s still there underneath everything else.

“I don’t like other people knowing what was done to me.” He says quietly. “It changes things, the way people look at me…”

He trails off, the line of his jaw clenching as he looks away.

“Luke.” You say quietly, your hand coming to rest on his. “The only thing people see when they look at those pictures is just how strong you are. You need to get out of your own head and get into the mind of his guy before he does this to someone else.”

“I know you’re right…” He says, his fingers entwining with yours. “It just takes me back there again.”

“I know.” You tell him, squeezing his fingers lightly. “But you aren’t back there, you’re right here with me.”

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[lost-estradiographer]

I

know that voting for the status quo sucks.

To say it "sucks" massively understates the exact amount of suffering that exists under the status quo, an amount that I acknowledge I am too privileged to ever fully grasp.

I cannot magically provide some viable third-party candidate just barely a month before the election. I cannot solve Israel/Palestine Conflict that has haunted the world for over 70 years. I am a 29-year old transgender woman working her way through her own mental illnesses, trauma, and an undergraduate degree. I was never going to be the one to solve anything here.

All I can tell you is that regardless of whether you vote or not, there will be a presidential election. It's going to be a shitshow, regardless. Whether you vote or not, there will be a different president in January. Voting for the status quo may not be directly in your interests.

We had four years of Trump and we are still trying to unfuck ourselves from that. The beginning of my antagonistic relationship with the government was protesting in the streets of DC under his administration. I've fled from the Metro PD. I've put on a change of clothes and slipped out the back door of a gay sports bar.

Fucking vote.

Fucking vote.

Fucking vote.

Honestly, I

I don't want to see this voter apathy shit anymore.

People are going to keep dying under any president. Any president can, and probably wil, be morally culpable for the deaths of innocent people, both in the country and abroad. Carter might be the last president we had that wasn't overtly a war criminal and we still had foreign civilians killed by U.S. military involvement under the Carter admin.

I'm torn between asking you to block me, or asking you to message me, if you're taking the route of voter apathy. I'll tell you right away, here and now, that I probably don't have a solution to whatever problem is keeping you from voting for Harris. I can't even solve my own problems right, tbh. The government isn't really here for me, either.

But there isn't going to be some sort of miraculous revolution that results in The Ending Where Everyone Lives. If there's a revolution, then supply chains will falter and children and the infirm will die of preventable diseases and infections and complications in hospitals that would have otherwise been able to easily deal with such things. That's what happens in a revolution. I'm after the long-term idea where Humanity as a species lives. I'm after the route where we don't have an ending, we keep going.

Fucking vote, because exactly one of the two leading presidential candidates believes climate change is real, and it is the single greatest threat to all life on earth. We have spent the past 250 years, not just playing God with the environment, but actively creating an ecological niche in which future generations of humanity must continue to play God with the environment, dragging it back to a healthy place drop by drop, inch by inch, a degree at a time.

Or, I mean, don't vote. Either way, we'll all die at some point. Perhaps some of us will be lucky enough to die standing by our principles.

Those lucky few will become soil one day, just like I will.

I am begging you on my hands and knees to fucking vote, though, because our options are The Status Quo vs. Worse. That's

That's it.

There is no door number three right now. Our system, our flawed and broken and imbalanced and unjust system, does not accommodate for a third door. Whether you vote or not, you will be dragged through either Door 1 or Door 2 with all of humanity, as we whirl through the cosmos upon our tiny little speck of dust. The only other legitimate option is to allow oneself to become trampled; to become soil early. I don't say legitimate to give this option legitimacy, but to make clear that again, there is no door three. Door three is a casket. A one-way bed.

I didn't vote in 2016, and I'm hoping that you'll vote for the status quo this time, because that's the route that gives me the best odds of having a long and healthy life to regret my failure through inaction.

Just please

Fucking vote.

Or again, if you're taking the apathy route, probably just save me the time of blocking you, because you're not going to magically pull a viable third-party candidate out of your pocket less than six weeks before the election.