P r o m i s e Me

Shouyou Yoshida of Gintama RP blog

[deadsensei]

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I’ve dropped Shouyou, but I’m going to move this blog to another group so if you’d rather not see that then please unfollow!!

[deadsensei]

((So I did it again I FORGOT TO TURN ON MY ASK BOX AND STUFF omg I'm so embarrassed this makes it two times lies down never gets up))

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Send me a ✧ and I'll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.

[labyrinth-of-thoughts]

Send me one to see how my muse reacts!

"Shut up!" "Please, talk to me." "I have no idea…" "I know what this is!" "Why did you do that?" "How could you do this?" "Let me do it!" "Leave me alone." "Don’t leave me." "Kiss me." "Don’t touch me." "Why weren’t you there?" "Why are you here?" "What are you doing?" "Don’t look!" "Just look at it!" "How did you get in here?" "How did you escape?" "Help me." "I want to help you." "You’re a monster!" "You’re not a monster!"

[digitalfishwish]

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Happy Museday, everyone. In honor of it, ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. … No, really. I don’t. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[ebonyguts]

Send me questions about my character's series

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TRUTH SERUM - My muse has to answer any and all questions regardless of what it is.

[deadsensei]

Please preface questions with “Truth.”

[hadtheblackknockedrightoff-deac]

Citta Meme Sunday

[deadsensei]

Ask the character/mun: Ask the muse whatever you want for them to answer IC; or ask the mun a personal question to get to know better or to get an OOC answer [although we would like to keep these at a minimum]!

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Situation: Give the character another character or characters, a place and a reason in order to create some interesting thread ideas (if both parties are willing to do it that is)! For example: You could send an ask to Ventus saying: “Roxas, Sector oo6, clothes shopping”.

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

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Ask my character two personal questions. They will answer one.

[deadsensei]

Sword (Drabble)

Sometimes, a pouty drawl leaks out questions beyond his years. "Nee, sensei? Why'd you give me your sword?" It hardly sounds inquisitive, rather bored as a small boy of white, scraggly hair tosses said sword between his hands. "I don't have use for it anymore. Also, it's a sensei's duty to pass on his legacy to his students, isn't it?" He smiles, chuckles a bit even. But Gintoki remains consistently unamused. Or maybe it's his permanent expression; he wears it quite often, Shouyou's noticed. "So you tossed me your garbage...?" A flicker of disappointment is what brings his notorious "dead fish" eyes to life. "No no, that's not it. That sword is very precious to me, so I hope you'll take good care of it." He's tidying up the classroom, organizing books arranging desks, preparing for tomorrow's lesson a day ahead. Stacking bound pages one on top of the other, he speaks once more. "Why aren't you playing with the other children? You aren't very interested in my lessons, so it's hardly logical to assume you're here for extra help." He has an inkling of why, but it's better to let Gintoki speak for himself, if he wished to at all. "I don't wanna be around them more than I have to, especially because they're complete baaakas." Shouyou laughed. "It isn't in good sense to insult your fellow students; I think you'll find proper mannerisms towards the back of your book." He's sure he included accepted conduct somewhere in there, although how many children actually reviewed it is questionable. "Don't dodge the question, sensei." The man only blinks, and tilts his head as if he doesn't understand. "You still haven't given me a real reason why I have this sword." "And what brought on this, Gintoki?" "Why don't you just answer?" Irritation is slipping into his voice, and a bit more childishness. Shouyou pauses his ministrations, and glances at his student. He sets down the book in his hands, walks over to the wall the child is seated against, and plops down next to him. "You're one of my important students. So it's only natural I give you my important sword." Two pudgy hands grasp the hilt tightly, holding it still, concentrating, in Shouyou's opinion, too hard for such a small head. "If it's so important, why don't you keep it? You're always able to strike me down, so why didn't you wait until I've learned everything, so I can use it right?" And Shouyou smiles, as he always does. "I think you've misunderstood the sword." His hand emerges from his sleeves, and rests atop the child's messy white hair. "But that's why I'm sensei." The look Gintoki gives him is puzzled, eyebrows slightly raised as he blinks once, twice. "I'll teach you about this sword, and why you have it, okay? So pay attention in class." "I can't promise that," is the immediate reply, triggering another bout of laughter as he ruffles the boy's perm. "You can certainly try." His eyes stray from Gintoki, however, and land on the sheathed blade. There is, of course, a very exact answer to his question. The sword he used to hold, pilfered from a corpse, was not fit for such a child. That was a sword used to defend one's body, swung to kill and do nothing but kill. Shouyou bore no ill will to the man who'd wielded such a weapon, but he would not consent to that being a sword's true purpose. His own blade was soaked in the blood of countless men, to say his was any more superior on that fact alone was more or less a lie. Whether he relinquished the art of killing or not, the lives taken could not be returned. But what his weapon did possess, what made it more than a simple killing device, was that it held the will of a samurai. It protected his soul, and only his soul, each thrust empowered with purpose. It kept true to his wishes, and preserved his beliefs countless times. And so he gave it to the child far too cute to be a demon. He hopes it will continue protecting what he holds dear. The only reason he chose not to divulge this, however, is because it is far too big an answer for a rather small, innocent question. "Run along now, out with the other children. Say hello to Shinsuke for me." Gintoki makes a face like he's been caught, and that's when Shouyou knows the situation. His student's head seeks childish competition and pride, not answers beyond his years. (Shinsuke likely challenged Gintoki's ownership of the sword in class, when his back was turned.) "...how'd you know." "Sensei knows all. That's why I'm sensei."

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Questions (Drabble)

He's been asked more than once why he became a teacher when he's sworn off war and battle. Why, if he denounced killing, did he train children to wield weapons? First of all, Shouyou reminds them he also teaches book. Poetry and literature, arts, a miscellaneous variety of subjects (no less important than bushido, he'd tell his students). And then, he would detail upon how they are in possession of the answer already. He is not teaching children to kill. He is passing on the honorable code of the samurai, the revered art of the sword. He does not teach tactics, nor espionage nor assassination. He teaches the proper way to swing a sword, the proper way to place your feet and level your shoulders. And then, with a smile, he ends with a single statement that speaks for all. "I'm merely passing on my soul."

[enjoyseverything]

Yotsuba didn’t quite understand why so many people were so upset.

The chance to go home? That was great! She missed everything about home and the people in it. But for some reason, not everyone seemed so happy about the opportunity— Which was a bit strange to the young girl, especially since…

[deadsensei]

Coming back from the dead, he’d never thought of how such a thing “should be”. But he wouldn’t have imagined just how mundane it was. Almost as if he’d gone to sleep and woke up; the stiffness of death not even dulling his limbs.

Well, he supposed he was thankful. This city was significantly less war torn than what he was used to, and it was a welcomed change to stroll through.

The mixed feelings floating through the air were less pleasant. He didn’t have friends, per se, to leave behind or to see off. His choice was relatively easy in comparison.

(The students he cherished were ones he’d already left behind, after all.)

With his hands tucked in his sleeves, wooden sword hanging by his waist, a single thought flit through his mind as a green haired child approached him.

“Children have a way of finding me no matter where I am, it seems.” Maybe he have off a sensei aura that drew the youngsters to him. The idea, as well as the flower held out to him, put a smile on his face.

“Thank you very much, it’s a very pretty flower.” He received the gift graciously, and eyes it curiously. Now… what could he do with a flower?

A mere second later he settled on an idea. Promptly sticking it behind his ear through a lock of brown hair, he knelt down to get to the girl’s eye level.

“How do I look?”

[deadsensei]

"I haven't had a terribly long amount of time to adjust, but I could adapt to this new city, I suppose." To be honest, he wasn't exactly keen on going back to being dead.

[yakultsugi-shortsuke]

"'Bakasugi'... have you acquired a new nickname while I've been gone, Shinsuke?"

"You’re a ghost of my past. You’re not real."

[deadsensei]

"This would be the moment I insist I'm real, isn't?"

"It's good to see you, Shinsuke."

[not-zura]

  "It’s not moron, it’s Katsura."

[yakultsugi-shortsuke]

"It’s Takasugi, not moron, paa-moron."

[thewhiteyaksha]

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! THIS IS A DREAM! I’M LIVING IN A DREAM! ANY MINUTE NOW SOME GODDESS FROM AN ISLAND WORSE THAN THIS CITY WILL PICK ME UP AND THROW ME INTO A HUT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

[deadsensei]

"I think that's a bit far-fetched, Gintoki."

[captbakamoto]

Hi sensei I'm dead. Wait. Hi Sakamoto I'm dead. There we go

ahaha!!! hello, dead!!

wait, why are you dead? 

D8

[deadsensei]

Ah my mistake, I'm sensei.

But I'm also dead, because I got a bit ahead of myself.