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Hi, everyone! It's been awhile. I've been to a lot of ✈️ due to work related activities. And despite being on side projects, I can't help but to constantly think about Psycho Pass. Especially Shinkane 😄.
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Ofcourse, I haven't forgotten about you my fellow fandom fam. Or should I say famdom? 🤗Anyways, here's my new year present for you. Last Saturday was a bit rough, but now I supposed I am back. Though I can't be active on Tumblr most of the time. Yet, I hope everyone did enjoy the Holidays 🥳🥰.
It's not uncommon for immensely popular anime/manga to have a highschool spinoff.
Attack on Titan: Junior-High 👋🏻😁
Gintama: Ginpachi-sensei 😆✋🏻
If there's an official announcement of PP H.S count me in 🙋🏻♀️🤭😉😂
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Now, imagine a pivotal scene, like Akane reading Kogami's letter (saying goodbye after he transferred to another school 😋).
...And whenever she misses him, she could relive those tender moments when he tapped her head for comfort and support, rather than lighting a cigarette to remind her of him (since smoking isn’t allowed on school premises) during her difficult moments at school instead of a situation or a case she's handling within PSB walls, this is how you might visualize it.
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Come and enter the world of fantasy 💕🌟
Akane-chan in her usual mushroom-cut bangs but in a looong...curly pigtails 😘🫱🏻❤️💖
Note: Modified immediately to add the missing tags 🤭 I almost forgot that Shinkane/KoAka is the name of PP's popular ship 😄. I remember, I think that was last year, there are messages telling not to use it because it's general. But hey I am a fan and everyone should be welcome to use the tags general or not as much as they want, right? 😉
I hope I'm not late to join the Shinkane Week with this post. I'm not sure when it's start/end date 🤭
“I like coffee because it’s neither too sweet nor too bitter. It has the right balance of flavor. Sometimes it reminds me of us humans. Actually… it reminds me of you, Kogami-san.
Akane Tsunemori said to Shinya Kogami while sipping her dose of quad americano.
You’re not sweet, and you’re not bitter either. Your experiences shaped the person you’ve become — strong, full of depth, without turning sweet or bitter. Just like coffee.
Arata Shindo (慎導灼) in trance during his mental trace. The rain has fallen.
I saw a lot of post online, preparing for Arata-kun's upcoming birthday on February 11th. Since I will be busy that day, and won't be able to participate, I might aswell upload this 3Dish drawing of him in advance 🤗☺️.
This technique is made of 4 layer at most and is a known 3D/HD technique among fellow artist made in Adobe CS.
I remember when I first worked as an intern for a renowned Media channel under Digital Media department, I am only using PS & CD. Back then, 3D is a BIG thing since it was something NEW 😀.
I will always engraved that experience in my heart ❤️💜.
Moving on is always an option, but it’s not always clear when something isn’t worth fixing. That’s why so many of us stay stuck—pouring effort into mending what might be better left behind.
At the heart of both Psycho-Pass and Artificial Justice (2024) lies a chilling mirror: worlds where justice is no longer in human hands, but dictated by the cold calculus of artificial intelligence—unleashing not order, but a storm of ethical dilemmas, societal unrest, and the haunting question of what it truly means to be free
This scene is set the night AFTER Shizuka Homura and Akane Tsunemori meet with Kei Ignatov and Arata Shindou (Season 3 after-credits scene) to explain the events from two years earlier—the events of Psycho-Pass: Providence.
Kogami follows a lead from Asuzawa’s interrogation about Congressman Shizuka Homura’s connection to BiFrost and the events of Round Robin).
Acting on his own before Hanashiro could send orders, he breaks into Homura’s apartment—only to get mortified by what he finds inside...
Kogami eased the lock open with a practiced hand. Homura’s apartment was dark, quiet, too neat for a man tangled in whispers of Bifrost. He stepped inside soundlessly, eyes scanning every detail — bookshelves lined in perfect order, not a speck of dust, the faint hum of an air filtration system.
He moved down the hall. One door half-opened, a sliver of light bleeding out. His gut clenched. Instinct screamed at him to look.
He pushed the door wider—then stopped cold.
On the bed lay Akane Tsunemori, lying naked over tangled sheets.
😯😱😰
Her breathing slow with the heaviness of deep sleep. Her hair fanned across the pillow in disarray, the faintest crease of exhaustion still on her brow.
For the first time in years, Kogami’s body betrayed him. His chest tightened, his throat locked. His fists flexed uselessly at his sides. He tore his eyes away, jaw tightening, shame and rage colliding in his blood. Why is she here? Why like this?
“Beautiful sight, isn’t it?”
The voice behind him froze him harder than the sight before him. Homura stood in the doorway, his smile unreadable in the dim. Calm, collected, poisonous.
“You of all people should know better, Kogami. Entering a man’s home without a warrant… unbecoming.”
Kogami turned slowly, his expression like stone, though his eyes burned. “Cut the crap, Homura.” His voice was low, tight, dangerous. “I came because you’re hiding something. If I’m wrong, then explain this.”
Homura tilted his head, as though amused. “This? She came willingly. Or do you think everyone lives and dies by your rules?”
Kogami’s fists clenched. Every nerve screamed at him to slam Homura against the wall, to drag the truth out with his hands, but he forced himself still. The storm seethed behind his eyes. If she chose this… no, no, she wouldn’t—
On the bed, Akane stirred faintly, murmuring in her sleep. The sound lanced straight through him.
Kogami turned his face away from her, voice rougher now.
“Tsunemori… what are you doing here?”
The words came out softer than he wanted, more raw than he intended. Not an accusation. A wound.
Homura’s smile sharpened. “Careful, Kogami. You look almost jealous.”
That did it. Kogami stepped into Homura’s space, eyes hard, voice cold as a knife’s edge.
“You’re hiding something. And if she’s part of it — if you’ve dragged her into Bifrost’s games — I’ll make you regret it. With warrant or not.”
For a moment, silence pressed between them, broken only by Akane’s steady breathing. Kogami forced his gaze back to her one last time. Vulnerable, fragile, too close to danger. Something inside him twisted painfully.
Then he turned away, the storm in his chest growing darker. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. This was personal...
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