what awaits me is death.

Independent RP blog for Gintama's Toshirou Hijikata. Mun Status: Semi-hiatus Status: Single "I killed enough to know that I'm going to hell. That's why I'll get even stronger so those that I've jumped over won't laugh when I die." ((Tracks the demonvicechief or demon vice chief tag)) var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5347720"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=Recruit&e2=Recruits&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); || var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3167568"; fhsh.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name= have been slain&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write("");

[demon-vice-chief]

The curly haired man walked through the city with his strawberry milk in hand. "Ugh it's mayo-freak." Gin looked at him with his usual deadfish eyes.

Standing against the wall watching all the pedestrians pass by, Hijikata took a puff once in a while, breathing out. Taking an inhale, he removed the cig from his lips and scowled at the silver-haired Yorozuya. “Ugh, it’s the sweets freak.”

[demon-vice-chief]

“You’re clearly mistaken if I told you to die,” Hijikata said sarcasticly. 

“Hmph, a strawberry milk to replace an assumed threat by a local bystander? You must have no brains if you think a 500 yen glass of milk could convert 100,000 yen.” 

[thesilverdeamon-sakatagintoki]

“It’s for the emotional damage and loss of brain cells. The smell of mayo is making my brain short circuit and it’s your fault, I won’t be able to smell anything else for weeks you bastard.Take a shower, you stink.”

[demon-vice-chief]

“Says the one who drinks and eats the sickenly sweet foods. I can smell your sweets all the way from headquarters. If you want to override my mayonnaise smell, allow me to buy your 500 yen strawberry milk and give you a free brief shower at of no cost to you.”

[demon-vice-chief]

to you, my first love..

‘I made the choice. I called the shots. But why do I regret my action?’

The words that filtered through Hijikata’s head had baffled him. He had chose to live the life as a samurai but had a fleeting thought. Yes, the woman he had loved so much wanted to be with him but with his line of work, there would be no guarantee that he would live the next day. The facts had made it obvious; there was no way he could ever make her happy. But how about the “now” moment? Hijikata could simply take her out on simple dates and would make her happy for that brief moment in time but would the price of loving someone so hard and suddenly losing them be worth it? 

These were the lingering thoughts that had plagued the demon vice chief. There was no hesitation when he told the only woman he had ever loved that he couldn’t make her happy but there was regret when he found out she had been engaged to someone else and then passed at a young age. 

“... I could have made her happy. But I didn’t even try.”

To think, just because he didn’t take the chance, he had lost the one the one woman he really loved and she passed not hearing the words come out of his lips. Hijikata knew that she perished still loving him but had kept that to herself. It’s a lesson learned, to not regret the choices he made and to move on learning from them. Hijikata will always love her no matter what. Even if he does fall in love with someone else, a part of his heart will always belong to the woman he loved.

“... This is not goodbye forever. I’ll be with you in the afterlife.”

[demon-vice-chief]

// Apparently I’ve been sending bitcoin shit when I was gone. Ignore that. I don’t even know what a bitcoin is and I’m sure Hiji doesn’t give two shits about it either. 

I actually haven’t been on here for a long time and I apologize for that. I didn’t know that this tumblr could be hacked just because I’m not active on it anymore.

Anyways, you heard it, and it’s not me. Don’t send me bitcoins cause I don’t even know what they are 

Lates--

[demon-vice-chief]

// It’s only been 3 days that I was gone and I gain 2 more porn blogs follow this account. got a grand total of 5 porn blogs now 

 // Ladies, please understand that Hiji gets so embarassed when you drop by~

// Look, he’s hiding.

“.......”

// Or embarassed. >_>

[gintamajustaway]

Hijikata + Smoking

[demon-vice-chief]

of-strange-monologues-and-oni SAID: [CONGRATS FOR GRADUATION!! C: *HUGS* IT’S GOOD TO SEE YOU AROUND AGAIN!]

// Thank youuu Chizu-chan! -hugs- It’s cool to be back!I miss you lots! And I’m sure Hijikata would be glad to socialize with Chizuru and everyone ^^ It’s kinda sad that most of the Gintama RPers are inactive now but we’ll be around when they come back!  

angelbott SAID: [*CONGRATS FOR GRADUATED C:*]

// Thank you Angel! All that crying and research papers paid off!

[demon-vice-chief]

Separating himself from the once touched lips, Hijikata couldn’t believe that he actually took advantage of the sleeping female. He had lost some sort of reason temporarily but it wasn’t reasoning completely. A held back gesture, one he had wanted to give her in a long time. It was unfortunate she wasn’t awake for his actions. If he let her knew that he actually still cared for her, he knew she wouldn’t let him go. That’s why….. it was better this way.

About to leave the bed completely, Hijikata was suddenly half back by a gentle force, a petite hand that weakly held on to his uniform. Looking at her sleeping face, he could hear her feeble whisper and see the small tear seeping out of the closed crevice of her eye. Wiping that tear with his finger, his thumb had drifted over her cheek and looping her hair behind her ear. “Who would leave you here in this creepy hotel alone…” Realizing that he couldn’t pull away from her grasp without risking if waking her up, Hijikata had quietly removed his shoes and pulled the blanket over the both of them. Switching the lamp off, Hijikata had no choice but to let Mitsuba sleep against him due to her holding on to his shirt. Hijikata slightly pushed Mitsuba closer to him so she could use his arm as a pillow. Leaning his head against hers, Hijikata closed his eyes and drifted away to sleep. ‘Just this once, let me feel this warmth’ were the last thoughts before he had succumbed into sleep.

[okitamitsuba]

{ ❀ } ~ ;; Feeling a beam of sun hitting her eyelids as she slept, Mitsuba had awaken from her long slumber. Dazed, the groggy brunette rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms letting her tense muscles loosen from her sleep. After her short stretch, she was no longer disorient and noticed Hijikata fast asleep. What surprised Mitsuba was the fact that he voluntarily laid close to her, in fact let her use his arm as a pillow which made Mitsuba’s heart skip a beat. To make sure it wasn’t a dream, she brought her hand to Hijikata’s forehead and pulled back his fringe. A large grin formed on Mitsuba’s visage, this dream was a reality. She sat there, admiring his defenseless form; the way his chest heaved up and down from breathing, his face which was usually tense was now relaxed. Like a piece of art, she admired every detail that was before her.

[demon-vice-chief]

Currently in mid-sleep, Hijikata could feel faint movements on his hair. The slight, tingling sensation when you can fell someone is touching you indirectly. His eyes slowly opened to see the petite brunette’s hand touching his hair, and a beautiful smile sprawled across her face. ‘What a beautiful sight to wake up to...,’ he thought. As her hands pushed up his bangs, Hijikata put his hand on her cheek, lightly touching it. His thumb has slightly grazed her skin, feeling how soft her skin was. “... Morning. Did you sleep okay?”  

Hijikata sat up and yawned and moved his body to the side so his feet could touch the floor. ‘What is this.. it’s like we’re newly weds! No... calm yourself Toshi,’ Hijikata shook his head. ‘We just slept in the same room because I was making sure Mitsuba slept okay. That’s it! Nothing else. .... What about me touching her skin?! What was I thinking?!’ Acting like nothing happened, Hijikata walked to the door to grab a quick smoke before he could talk to her once more.”

[demon-vice-chief]

The curly haired man walked through the city with his strawberry milk in hand. "Ugh it's mayo-freak." Gin looked at him with his usual deadfish eyes.

Standing against the wall watching all the pedestrians pass by, Hijikata took a puff once in a while, breathing out. Taking an inhale, he removed the cig from his lips and scowled at the silver-haired Yorozuya. “Ugh, it’s the sweets freak.”

[demon-vice-chief]

“I’m not asking you to die, I’m simply asking you to fade away from the world without me knowing,” Hijikata retorted. Hijikata’s head swayed with the Yorozuya’s movements, moving his head consistently. “Oii, stop shaking me. Go commit seppuku by yourself!”

[thesilverdeamon-sakatagintoki]

“Oi now you did just tell me to die, say that again so I can record it and report it as harassment.” He would stop and just glare at the other. “I’ll let you off the hook if you get me strawberry milk to replace the one you spilled.”

“If you like money will do just fine too. 100,000 yen maybe? Sounds nice to me.”

[demon-vice-chief]

“You’re clearly mistaken if I told you to die,” Hijikata said sarcasticly. 

“Hmph, a strawberry milk to replace an assumed threat by a local bystander? You must have no brains if you think a 500 yen glass of milk could convert 100,000 yen.” 

[demon-vice-chief]

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

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?

[demon-vice-chief]

HijiGin

NOTP || Just no || Meh || Neutral || Good Potential || Ship it || OTP || JUST FUCK ALREADY

[demon-vice-chief]

The curly haired man walked through the city with his strawberry milk in hand. "Ugh it's mayo-freak." Gin looked at him with his usual deadfish eyes.

Standing against the wall watching all the pedestrians pass by, Hijikata took a puff once in a while, breathing out. Taking an inhale, he removed the cig from his lips and scowled at the silver-haired Yorozuya. “Ugh, it’s the sweets freak.”

[thesilverdeamon-sakatagintoki]

“It was your fault I crashed into the post! I lost the brain cells that remembered how to hold my strawberry milk! Return to me what I lost you mayo-freak!”

The silver haired man simply waited for the other to either hand over the money or buy the drink for him. “If the Shinsengumi messes with a citizen they’re supposed to compensate right? So if you don’t do this for me you’re supposed to commit seppiku aren’t you?”

[demon-vice-chief]

“You had nothing in your brain to begin with. Therefore, I owe you jack shit.”

“Pssh. What citizen? I just see a diabetic begger harassing a police officer. There’s no reason for commit seppuku for such a pathetic reason.”

[thesilverdeamon-sakatagintoki]

“Hey! That’s pretty rude of you officer! You call me diabetic then deny me of sugar! That’s asking me to die!” He would walk over and grab the black haired male by his shirt, shaking back and forth. “If I’m going to die I might as well take a plague with me! I’m helping the world rid of the mayo-freak plague!”

[demon-vice-chief]

“I’m not asking you to die, I’m simply asking you to fade away from the world without me knowing,” Hijikata retorted. Hijikata’s head swayed with the Yorozuya’s movements, moving his head consistently. “Oii, stop shaking me. Go commit seppuku by yourself!”

[many-a-meme]

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[demon-vice-chief]

// To be perfectly honest, I felt like writing and just cleaned out my draft box. I only have Mitsuba drafts left but I don’t think she’ll be on anytime soon.

I’m sorry I’m not on here as much but if anyone IS interested in RPing with this Hijikata, please message me through @hintata-kun​, my personal blog. I’m always on my personal and I check on this blog at least once a couple of months to see if I got anything new. I apologize for that.

Oh update: I graduated university with a BA in Psych. And so guys, I’m alive. 

[demon-vice-chief]

Welcome to Kabuki-cho || of-strange-monologues-and-oni

[demon-vice-chief]

As he had arrived at the scene of the incident a couple of hours ago, Hijikata had analyzed the structure where the female had fallen out. It was something he wasn’t familiar with and didn’t look like Kabuki-cho’s electronics. Pulling out his cell phone, Hijikata had also called up Gengai to see if he had knew anything about this foreign object. Watching the old coot inspect the broken contraption, he was told to wait about a week to do tests and research about the transporter. Sighing in exasperation, Hijikata has scratched the back of his head and looked away. “I want results in a week or two. I’ll be back.” Walking back to his car, Hijikata pulled out his keys and turned the ignition. ‘Shit.. No dice.’ He muttered. Driving back to the Shinsengumi headquarters, Hijikata had put on the sirens making his way back to the base.

Arriving at the office, Hijikata could hear a distant female voice yell from his room. Sliding the door open, he didn’t see Yamazaki anywhere but could see the female reaching for the sword he had put up high. Watching her tip-toe to attempt to reach for her kodachi, Hijikata had crossed his arms over his chest, observing her. ‘How gutsy. Even in a foreign area, she still attempts to reach for her sword.’ Hijikata didn’t know whether to call it dedication or stupidity, cause she was in his mercy. “You’re pretty lively for someone who was bedridden a while ago,” he called out to her. It was interesting, he had never saw a woman that cared for a weapon so dearly. Was it that important? “I took the liberty to removing your kodachi from your custody. Having an uninvited guest with a weapon is the last thing I want my men to worry about.” Hijikata had a lot of questions from the female. Like where was she from? Who sent her and how did she get here. “I want an explanation of why you’re doing here in Kabuki-cho. If you don’t answer, you’re going to be wishing you were back from where you came from.”

[of-strange-monologues-and-oni]

       ”Ah—!” So she had been caught that quickly, huh? Luck had never been on her side, so she wasn’t very surprised about that. Despite the threat of a strange man in the room demanding things from her, slender digits remained stretched out to try and grab her blade. He hadn’t drawn his weapon on her yet, and while it was probably a foolish thought, she figured she was safe to try (and fail) to grab her kodachi. “I promise that i’m not here to hurt anyone—this is just a precious thing I got from my mother and I promised I would never let it leave me!”

       After she stretched herself up as much as she could, failing again at grabbing her blade, Chizuru finally gave up and let herself flop back down on her rump with a heavy sigh. I hate being so small… It really did get to be such a pain. Shoulders slumping, she figured this was as good a time as any to give the man what he wanted…

       ”I really don’t know what Kabuki-cho is… My name is Yukimura Chizuru and I’m from Edo. I’ve lived in Kyoto for a couple years now under the protection of the Shinsengumi…” Amber optics looked up at him tiredly, a hint of fear and concern resting in her eyes. “I’ve never heard of a Kabuki-cho before and I don’t know how I got here. Please—you have to let me go! The only person I’m really a threat to is myself.” She was quite the clumsy young woman, even if she really didn’t want to fully admit that. “I just want my kodachi, and I want to go back home so I can go back to finding my missing father…”

[demon-vice-chief]

Hijikata had threatened the female but she still attempted to get the sword back. ‘Hm, it must be that important to her,” he thought. As the girl reached for her sword aimlessly, Hijikata sighed and walked towards the female, she had lowered her head as Hijikata got closer but to only see that Hijikata brought down the sword and gave it back to the petite girl. “If it’s that precious, don’t let someone like me take it away from you again. Protect it with your life.”

Hijikata sat at his desk, observing the girl’s body movements. Her frame gave an inward pattern which indicated that she was a protective person who’s only really thinking about other people than herself. She also shown withdrawn patterns which showed Hijikata that she was no threat to him or his men. ‘Yukimura Chizuru...’ an unfamiliar name indeed. He did not know any Yukimuras in Kabuki-cho so she certainly wasn’t from around here. “A threat to yourself? What do you mean?” How could a girl be a threat to herself? Self-harm? Suicide? uncontrollable power? This girl was a mystery and Hijikata couldn’t help but be slightly interested in her. “I would let you go but what good would it do? If you’re not from around here, then you have no place to run to. From what I understand, you’re not from here. And that means you can’t go back home.”

[demon-vice-chief]

The curly haired man walked through the city with his strawberry milk in hand. "Ugh it's mayo-freak." Gin looked at him with his usual deadfish eyes.

Standing against the wall watching all the pedestrians pass by, Hijikata took a puff once in a while, breathing out. Taking an inhale, he removed the cig from his lips and scowled at the silver-haired Yorozuya. “Ugh, it’s the sweets freak.”

[demon-vice-chief]

“If interacting with me makes you lose brain cells, I should consider interacting with you a damn blessing.” Hijikata looked at the silver haired samurai as he had dropped his strawberry milk all over the floor. “Why the hell should I? You’re the one who crashed into the damn post.”

[thesilverdeamon-sakatagintoki]

“It was your fault I crashed into the post! I lost the brain cells that remembered how to hold my strawberry milk! Return to me what I lost you mayo-freak!”

The silver haired man simply waited for the other to either hand over the money or buy the drink for him. “If the Shinsengumi messes with a citizen they’re supposed to compensate right? So if you don’t do this for me you’re supposed to commit seppiku aren’t you?”

[demon-vice-chief]

“You had nothing in your brain to begin with. Therefore, I owe you jack shit.”

“Pssh. What citizen? I just see a diabetic begger harassing a police officer. There’s no reason for commit seppuku for such a pathetic reason.”

[demon-vice-chief]

// Well, what do you know. I’m alive.

[demon-vice-chief]

Sugar and Mayo || gintoki-freelancer

[demon-vice-chief]

"Eh? Who are you calling a slave?" 'This bastard really likes to piss me off… C'mon Toshi, get it together, you fighting back is just what he wants.' Taking a second or two to collect his thoughts, Hijikata had cooled down for the time being. It was very like him to snap back, but he wouldn’t let this bastard get the better of him. “Then stick to your own damn job that gets absolutely nothing.”

[gintoki-freelancer]

When the Yorozuya see the cop’s reaction he start to grinning more. “Okay, okay….I will stay free and I won’t follow a stupid leader’s orders.” He nods a bit and still watching Hijikata. “I think you should smoke a bit more and then you wouldn’t get angry this easily. For a cop it’s a bit dangerous…..I met wih the gorilla….and if you won’t be a good boy I will tell him you aren’t kind with civil people….:” The silver haired samurai smirks more and just waits the cop’s reaction, because he always have funny faces.

[demon-vice-chief]

Hijikata became more and more irritated with the silver-haired samurai’s presence and his stupid comments. “I always smoke, and I’m still angry at you stupid Yorozuya,” Hijikata stated as he pulled out another cigarette from his jacket pocket. As he lit the cig up, he took a deep breath and exhaled a wisp of smoke. “Civil people? As where I stand, I don’t see anyone civil right in front of me.”