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@kamikurai

Gintoki’s actually having a pretty good night, despite the solemnity of the evening. Taking a sip of wine, he watches as the lantern boats drift out, eyeing the blonde sitting next to him whose lack of scathing remarks he’s still not quite used to.

As seems to be the story of his life, the peace is not to last. A commotion can be heard a slight distance away, and he’s inclined to ignore it, except there’s something about it that sounds wrong. There’s real, genuine fear in the air.

He remains seated in the sand, but his muscles are tense, ready to spring into motion as he watches, and listens in the darkness and quiet of the night.

And then there are people running right at them, followed by some strange shambling human-shaped figures, and it all makes sense.

Having experienced Ferris’ strength, he hardly needs to check that she can handle the cannon fodder, so he jumps to his feet and lets the screaming group pass before he takes a swing.

#kamikurai #kamikurai 04;#if you can hit it it's not scary amirite

kamikurai‌:

FEET CONTINUE TO RUN FORWARD, attempting to keep a large distance between them for as long as possible as she hears the horrified shriek from behind. eyes barely glance over her shoulder in the wake of it all, leaving him to whatever unfortunate fate he might have found. in the end, it was hardly any of her fault that he manages to get caught up in something so simple; as if they could truly pit the blame on her to begin with when it came to paranormal activity. only when the sound of footsteps quickly approach does she finally glance over, taking note of the terrified man somehow catching up at an alarming rate.

eyes narrow slightly as she attempts to pick up her own pace before noticing his stumble, feeling a hand grab around her own ankle and cause her to nearly crash into the cement without restraint. were it only ryner, perhaps this would not have happened, and yet…

fingers instinctively react to the movements, keeping her face from plowing into the ground as she turns around with haste. features were darkened whilst her free hand reaches downward in order to roughly grasp the collar of his clothing. perhaps it would be better were her features to mimic the prickling sense of irritation that faintly plagues her than how it barely shifts to mirror her frustrations, lifting him with ease despite her capped strength. through it all, she was an eris bred swordswoman—one man was more than enough for her limited capabilities to handle.

❝ Damn you, bastaaaaard!! ❞ and, without a moments hesitation, does she whip around to launch him directly toward the vengeful spirit. no regrets, only karma.

Had this been any other girl, perhaps this accident would have just been laughed off and the two continued their escape. Unfortunately for Gintoki, it would seem that the trend of women of tremendous life remained a pattern in his life here, and so it was with a split second of disbelief that he realised he had been flung.

There was a slight chill as he passed through the ghost, but by then the disbelief had momentarily given way to indignance that caused even his tremendous fear of ghosts to take a back seat.

this crazy dango chick. “Oi, are you insane? Isn’t it common sense to help someone up when they’ve fallen?!” He’s being too loud as he runs right at the girl, although he probably won’t take a swing at her when he gets there...right?!

We’re not meant to find out, as a convenient plot device takes his attention off how much he’s seething just then; a ghost, heading right at them from behind her.

With a shriek, he remembers the situation they’re in, and makes a sharp turn away from the ghosts who are on both sides of them.

Is that water up ahead? Probably.

#kamikurai #kamikurai 02;#sets this down there we go

kamikurai‌:

FIRES CRACKLE ALONG THE BEACH, warming those from the offshore breezes that come to chill the coast. several prance about one another as they stargaze and share in drink and merriment, leaving few to remain seated among blankets and chairs that line along the shore. like a ghost she weaves between the bonfires and civilians, orange flickering across pale skin and the white, orient garments she wears. though many pass by without note, a head of silver hair catches her attention easily enough. someone she knew, though whether they were on good terms at this point was difficult to say. even so, she could hardly deny it was a strange sense of comfort to have an anchor of familiarity to remind you that you weren’t entirely alone, torn away from those who had become her entire world.

walking over, she’s quick to plop herself next to him without concern, offering a box over toward him as she does so to the thinking samurai.

❝ Um. If you want to remember the dead, then you don’t have to pay the toll this time. Because it’s natural to eat the dango they can’t in their place when remembering them. ❞ sound logic when it came to her, accompanied with another bite of the treat as she hardly glances at the other. well, maybe it was more of an excuse than anything…

「 @silverscamurai」

It’s hard to tell if he’s dozing off or just contemplative, the latter being a mood most wouldn’t expect out of him at first; for of all the things the samurai is, being open with his pain is not one of them. Still, something like a festival for the dead brings out something more somber in him, a dull ache that has never quite gone away.

And he won’t ever admit it, but there’s a relief to hearing a familiar voice as he’s left alone with his memories. Sure, they haven’t had the best track record, but he knows well enough that she’s not a bad person, having saved him from drowning the last time (although it was 100% her fault they had even ended up in that situation). But enough of that.

Well, here’s to the guys.

With a small nod, he takes a stick of dango and polishes it off, followed by a second. He’s thoughtful for a moment, and then pours out a small cup of sake for the blonde and sets it down in the sand next to her before shifting the tokkuri between them.

A night like this, you just have to drink in honour of the ones who couldn’t drink anymore.

#holy shit is gintoki sharing his booze this is a miracle #kamikurai #kamikura 03;#why are there two cups you ask #l-listen the lady who sold it gave him two cups probably #also its supposed to be a small ceramic cup not the saucer but i couldn't find the right image

sanguinetactics‌:

“ Um. It’s not that I’m not appreciative of the burger. But I have no idea what you mean to me when you refer to ‘stats’ or ‘S-Supports’ or how you know my mother when I know for a fact you aren’t part of the Shepherds, or being a citizen of Ylisse and while I am no expert, you are certainly not of Ragna Ferox. “

@silverscamurai

"What are you going on about, huh? S-support? They got a support group for sadists now?” He should really look into that, maybe.

“And you Marth be kidding. I aint interested in any sheep, unless you’re talking about some good old lamb chop.”

#123890123 years later im sorry buddy i suck #sanguinetactics‌#sanguinetactics‌ 01;#THIS IS BAD IM SORRY SKJDHSD I HAD TO MAKE THAT JOKE

@falsanctus

Halloween is totally more of Gedomaru’s thing, but there are some perks to this whole nonsense with pumpkins and vampires and zombies (just don’t ever say ghost).

Like the bounty of sugar that line the shelves.

Or rather, it would be a bounty, but apparently someone wasn’t on top of stock, because there was all of one pack of candy corn left. Gintoki eyes the pack from a distance and walks towards it with purpose, like a man on a mission.

But the stars are not aligned today, because just as he gets to the shelf and reaches out for it, someone beats him to it.

And hey, he recognises this guy.

“That’s mine.” Firstly, no it isn’t? But just ignore that, and the packs of gummy worms and chocolates in his basket.

#falsanctus #falsanctus 03;#sets this down gently i feel so rusty

There’s a cake in front of him, probably self-baked, but he’s really just using the fact that it’s his birthday to cheat the sugar restriction the doctor’s placed on him because of his blood sugar level.

After all it’s not like Gintama characters have aged since the start of the anime.

#happy birthday mah boi he's 10/10 (literally)#it's not like he ever needed an excuse to eat more sugar but listen xD

I’d like to begin with an official apology.

It has absolutely been forever since i’ve been on Gin, so give me some time to get my bearings straight, esp since I’m still super distracted with the new raid tier on FFXIV. If you wanna just drop threads that are too old just lemme know, else I’ll slowly knock those out, and post a starter call sometime this week hopefully.

#out of silver;

kamikurai‌:

SOMEHOW IT FELT LIKE AN impending game of tennis with the most unfortunate ones out of the two being the goblins themselves. instead, the crack of wood against flesh and bone sounds out behind her in another victorious strike when it came to those which thought best to sneak upon their opponents. features remain ever unchanging, glancing partially over her shoulder to catch the slightest glimpse of the enemy that was sent flying back. blinking once, her eyes return to glance back at the silver samurai, only to be greeted with nobody. somehow she doubts it was magic, eyes narrowing slightly before turning back to see just what had transpired behind her that made him simply disappear.

ah, were it only so simple as that.

their earlier foe was sprawled upon the ground, visible through a white haze. strange, she had thought the mists were only around the island itself and not seeping within the city, finally lifting her eyes only to finally comprehend the situation.

❝ … g - g - g - ghost!! ❞ only that word alone was needed, stuttered helplessly before pivoting on her heel and rushing away from the specter after sheathing her sword. dust kicks up beneath her feet in her haste, the speed she boasted earlier coming in handy in slowly catching up with gintoki himself. and without hesitation does she jump up, pressing one foot onto his shoulder before launching herself off as if he were nothing but a stepping stone for her survival, landing several feet ahead as she continues to run from their pursuer. sayonara, gin-chan. may your possible final moments be filled with peace and jump.

He stumbles from the force of being used as a stepping stone, biting back a curse as the blonde leaves him the likelier to face the wrath of this spirit (who absolutely must be a vengeful one with how intently it has been chasing them down), then whips around, desperately praying that plan B will work.

He stops, and points to the side with a hand that is totally not shaking from fear, hoping the classic textbook trick somehow works in his favour and buys him some extra distance from the brainless ghost (heh).

It doesn’t.

There’s an embarrassing shriek as he whips back around and sprints, fear driving at his heels and giving him more speed than he had before. He’s somehow able to catch up to the swordswoman, but stumbles in his haste and loses his footing. In desperation, he grabs, and his hand wraps around her ankle as he fights to regain his balance at the cost of hers.

Would she believe him if he said it was an accident, which it truly was? This narrator doesn’t think so.

#LOOK THIS IS TEN THOUSAND YEARS LATE BUT i couldn't not continue this thread #kamikurai #kamikurai 02;

@anglerfishnabe

For no particular reason aside from boredom, Gintoki had found himself drifting toward the familiar view of the red-light district in Cotes ward, only to find an entire parade in his way. With the lively music and colourful outfits, the atmosphere was much like one of the summer festivals in his memory. Shrugging off the twinge that reminded him that Kagura and Shinpachi weren’t here with him, he distracted himself with thoughts that this was just missing a bottle of sake as he stood slightly apart from the crowd that had gathered for the parade.

Still, this ward seriously had a lot of youkai. Well, better demons than ghosts; of that, Gintoki was certain, as little sense as it would have made to anyone else.

As fate or the narrator would have it, the peace was not to last. A chill ran down the samurai’s back as he heard a whisper behind him, and saw peeking out of a rather dark alley a head with long, unkempt black locks that fell over a face haphazardly. The face was deathly pale, and blood red lips curved into a wicked smile as it appeared to draw one step closer —

An unearthly scream could be heard, and Gintoki dived toward the closest form of shelter he could get. Which so happened to be at the floor, between the ankles of someone who was staring down at him with a blank expression.

#i'm sorry this took so long lol #ir sunset festival #ir sunset parade #anglerfishnabe #anglerfishnabe 01;#and sorry it got a little messy too i feel like its terrible xD

i’ve still got ogata’s starter but i’ve been dead tired but i will get it out before the deadline i promise

#out of silver;#also gestures at kiwami 2

Slides out a event starter post here, like for some nonsense or the other from Gin.

If you have a particular event you want to have it centered around, feel free to let me know.

Capping at 2 because I’m weak and Yakuza Kiwami 2 is going to take my life away, but if you have a plot idea feel free to hit me up even after cap.

#isola rp ad

rrhymebusters‌:

“Uh, ojisan? Your nose is bleedin’ right there… Havin’ a heatstroke or something?”

“Heatstroke? Yea, its way too hot in here. I need to cool down with some ice cream.” He lets out an exaggerated groan.

#rhymebusters #rhymebusters 01;#yay its summer gin needs all the fans he can get #look at this dumbass trying to weedle ice cream out of a complete stranger #yorozuya ftw HELLO

falsanctus

Perhaps he should have stepped back and allowed the man to handle himself. An intensely cruel thought, considering the current commotion, but it struck Shirou at that moment, watching the sharpness of his reflexes. How easy it was, to forget this world was full of those beyond the normal bounds of human limits. But, no, his better nature saw the idea dismissed as quickly as it sprung, disappearing to dust like the goblin’s life.

“Oh my, you must be quite the deep sleeper if you managed to miss everything until now.” A strange, lingering feeling of familiarity washed over Shirou and he blinked back, curious. Did he knows this man? His senses said yes, though his memory couldn’t agree. The stranger, on the other hand, seemed to have as much an idea as Shirou did. Which was to say none, at all.

“Ah, I think you’re mistaken. Johnny? I don’t recall anyone by that particular name.” Certainly not himself, at the very least. “By chance, did you hit your head? Perhaps you should sit down, before the next wave of monsters arrives. It would be a problem if you passed out from a concussion with this invasion going on.”

The next wave of monsters? Was this like some sort of video game or something? The other man’s answer left Gintoki no clearer on what the heck was going on, but he keeps rolling anyway.

“Ah, you’re not Johnny? You looked like a guy I know called Johnny. He always had chocolate to share.” Where the hell is this bullshit coming from? The narrator has not a clue, but Gin’s not ready to stop just yet.

“Didn’t hit my head, but what the hell’s going on? These ugly things are coming out in waves? What’s there to invade in this shitty place anyway?” Just as he says that, another group of goblins pops up right in front of him, and he moves to dispatch some of them. He’s not trying too hard, since there’s someone else to leech off of.

#isola event 01 part 2;#falsanctus #falsanctus 02;#after 12398123 years

A festival...Beach bods...