Maybe You've Noticed Already But I Love Writing Villains, The Deranged, The Antagonists, The Self-proclaimed

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PSYCHO-PASS 10th MEMORIAL NOTE

holy crap ,  you're alive  … / Kagari & Kogami, after their roughest task yet!

were you always this loud?

kogami tries to keep his voice even; to give off the facade of level-headadness beyond sickness, the illusion of fast recovery that brings him closer to leaving this all-white plastic room for good.

as he swallows through a dry throat, the thought that, perhaps, maybe, kagari might be here not to deliver good news but to sentence him to another night of smelling antiseptic and disinfectant, sets into his shoulders as a familiar stiffness that he hopes won’t be so obvious through the fabric of his hospital clothes. without sparing a second thought, kogami makes his unamusement obvious, tugging at his wristband for lack of anything better to do.

“it doesn’t feel like i am.” even if he’d tried, kogami doubts he could have stopped the tired exhale that escapes his lips. “it might be a joke to you, but i’ve seen the nurse’s faces more than i’ve seen yours or ginoza’s for that matter.”

coming and going, the vague sense of control slipping through his fingers is enough to rattle his nerves.

no. that’s not the right word. it would be more accurate to say weakness frustrates him, franctically looking for answers where there were none to be found. it gives him something else to worry about, just as he’s been drawing close to the target he’s been chasing for so long. kogami lets out a terse breath, forehead falling loosely against his own fist. “any news? i don’t suppose we’re both here killing time. don’t tell me you want something else. it’s not like you. so just deliver the message.”

@yeonban

[ INTIMIDATION ]: sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

( 😶 )

strangely, all that suguru can think about is his teacher — yaga, sunglasses that are too thick for his features and oddly fitting, shoulders firm as his stance behind the desk, foot tapping impatiently against the floor. his voice was steady, too, when he’d explained the special grade tag in his credentials: they are sorcerers whose powers are equal to an army’s worth of men.

curses can be domesticated and trained for occupation, is what he meant. they can be trained to replace military weapons, make good use of their partial invisibility and viciousness like the unpredictability of nuclear waste. he remembers the grave look in yaga’s face, the hard set of his brows when the aged voices spoke behind thin paper-like curtains. though only their shadows were visible, suguru could feel the disdain in the way limbs shifted uncomfortably, as if wiping away the stench of cursed energy that came with him.

it made him feel powerful, an ego boost, of sorts.

he doesn’t feel it now.

satoru did always say that brutal force worked the same as cursed tools: power that can’t be controlled spills in all directions, but the strength that can be contained within a body can cut through any fabric of reality.

suguru steps back and that’s when he realizes his mistake: a foot behind means a switch in balance, his core is in a different place and toji makes use of this pause, diving in, wild as a boar. suguru is knocked backwards, feels knees around his torse and his head hits the ground with as much grace as a ragdoll. it takes him twice as many blinks to clear his vision, to find toji’s sharp teeth bared and hungry eyes glancing down at him.

provocation is the cheapest trick, yet it never fails to inject him with displeasure. amber-tinted eyes look back at the man above him, challenging, ‘ got you wanted? move. i don’t make it a hobby to have older men sit on top of me. ’

@inverteds

The kogami to Sherlock pipeline needs to be studied, I remember being there when queen Hikaru sensei (pp IT mangaka) released the koumaki gun licking art and continously made suspiciously charged art of them until the day came when she released and Co-produced Moriarty the patriot whose main two guys look suspiciously like Makishima and Kogami and (spoilers ahead) curiously the detective and criminal both fake their deaths and run away to a foreign country where they spend a great deal of years in cohabitation, witnessing this evolution is truly something to analyze

this list is wild

You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.

Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut

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

for lx !!

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

@burntpa1acel // texting prompts.

updated my muselist and it's the whole psych ward fr:

do you ship kogami/ginoza?

hiiii! my main ship is kogami/makishima and the second is actually kogami/ginoza lmao so, no problem :hearthandsemoji: