#takathugi

[fatestainlens-blog]

aaaand with prior reserve again here's takasugi shinsuke from gintama, app is under /app or in the links page!

Welcome to the war Takasugi!

You will be assigned a Servant when we get more quartz to summon them

Enjoy your stay and try not to get killed

--Doge mod

[silversadmurai-blog]

They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but what about that one-eyed guy who wants you dead?

@takathugi

There were few things that could get this Samurai moving, and fewer yet that could keep him motivated.

Competition to the sweet, sweet tune of 5 Million, was of course, one of them. Since the announcement, Gintoki had actually been trying, gathering a small bundle of saint fragments by now, a look of glee each time. By some strange stroke of luck, he had yet to encounter any of the infected in his path, and things were going pretty smoothly.

But Gintoki’s luck being as it was, this was certainly not to last.

Spotting another fragment, an irritated che as he noticed that this time, he wasn’t quite alone. The infected rushes at the fragment, and then suddenly swings towards him, as if noticing that the more delicious prize was the small bag Gintoki held at his side.

Oi, this guy was actually pretty fast. What the hell had they been infected with anyway? Some Super Sa*yan virus? Would the saints fragments turn out to be pieces of the dragon b*lls?

Well, one guy should be easy enough to handle.

With a smooth motion, Gintoki pulled his Bokuto out from his belt and dashed to meet the infected, a clean strike right across the abdomen sending the poor mindless citizen flying.

Look at that speed. That lift. This would be a home run, if not for the fact that there’s a raven haired man in the way.

The who behind that face doesn’t even have time to register.

[lazyjumpsamurai-blog]

Why is the sea so salty? Because you city folk pee whenever you go swimming! | Takasugi

While it certainly was nice to not have to think about work with the fact that he was permanently out of office here as an excuse, it soon dawned upon Gintoki that dreams were, at the end of the day, dreams, and idle hands did not a family feed.

So it was that, upon hearing of a job filling in a temporary position for a lifeguard at the beach, Gintoki leaped at the chance. A job he could do by sitting down and checking out the hot bods? That was very much his cup of tea. And only one thing could make that better.

With that in mind, he'd practically bounced off to Takasugi and raised the idea of taking the opportunity to head to the beach. The raven hadn't seemed particularly interested at first, but Gintoki could be pretty convincing when he wanted to be (he whined until Takasugi gave in with a sigh, what else were you thinking huh?)

And now here they were, all dressed for a day at the beach, only to find that the job had already been taken. Well, they'd made the trip down after all, might as well have some fun before heading back right?

Besides, he still really wanted to see Takasugi in trunks. Or would he wear a speedo? A speedo would be good too. Sakata Gintoki, A+ pervert, ladies and gentlemen.

Laying out a towel on the sand, Gintoki hastily sat down on it and eagerly patted the surface next to him, looking at Takasugi with a look of childlike glee on his face.

"C'mon, we're already here anyway oi?"

[lazyjumpsamurai-blog]

ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴜʀs | Eᴍɪʟ & Tᴀᴋᴀsᴜɢɪ

Probably the biggest difference between Paralia and Kairos was the relative peace and quiet in this place. Minus the occasional sputtering engine somehow still running on diesel, choking out puffs of grey smoke, this was a place where you could actually hear the birds sing, even in the middle of the day. Where the roads weren't packed with cars and the stars shone clear in the night sky.

In some ways, it was everything Gintoki needed. Genuine respite from the burdens life had loaded upon his broad shoulders, a break from the things he considered troublesome and a time of peaceful lazing around. And yet it, the story told was not quite as pretty as all that.

His nights had been filled with haunting images that meant nothing, starting after a single dream of war and belonging. They weren't nightmares per se, but they kept him up, sometimes till dawn. So too did thoughts of the dream, pondering upon its meaning and and how very personal it felt, yet completely alien to his lifetime.

So it was that the sleepless nights continued, marked by the growing bags under dead-fish eyes, making them look more tired and disinterested even than normal.

But, hark! Respite would find its way upon his wearied body on this very day, when from the field by their borrowed house drifted the sounds of soft snores. And there lay the silver-haired man, fast asleep, exhausted to the point that his mind had gone completely blank.

Not that it seemed like it was very full most of the time.

[lazyjumpsamurai-blog]

Lᴇᴛ's ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘɪᴄɴɪᴄ ᴛᴏ Lᴀᴘᴜᴛᴀ! | Eʟsᴀ & Tᴀᴋᴀsᴜɢɪ

As a freelancer, Gintoki was a lot of things. He was a fighter (though he thought fights were some of the most troublesome things to be involved in), a chef and pâtissier; sometimes a bodyguard, or just that guy who was looking for a lost cat.

What he was not, however, was a picnic kind of guy. Which wasn't to say that he disliked the idea of going on picnics; it was all well and good as long as someone else was bringing the food and doing the work.

Add all of that together and it was still a complete mystery what he was doing here, lounging around on a cloth spread over grass, basket and containers of food made by his very own hands sitting on a corner of the picnic mat, with friends engaged in conversation as he stared up to the puffy clouds in the cheery blue sky; head resting on his arms, tucked behind his head as a makeshift pillow.

That cloud...I wonder if Laputa's in there

And how exactly had they landed up here? Late nights and a distracted mind while preparing a meal had resulted in an overabundance of food, and one thing had led to another and now here they were, out in the open, under the cloud that looked like it could be hiding Laputa, having a picnic.

Well, perhaps this wasn't too bad once in a while. Looking at the relaxed expressions on Elsa and Takasugi's face, that thought was a sincere one.

[kijimatako]

{i put my high heels on so i'm closer to god}

(give a girl a gun, kill a man for a day. give a girl a purpose, and she'll crush men under the stiletto heel of her boot for eternity.)

Matako Kijima is not a nice girl.

This is a well known fact throughout school -- nay, throughout town. Matako Kijima is a Olympic-level sharpshooter and has the attitude to match. Matako Kijima will sling "fuck you's" and "shithead's" faster than any boy and she will sneer until your ego has been ground into the metaphorical dirt.

What is less well-known though, perhaps, is the extent of Matako's loyalty. How far she will go for her friends. What is less well-known is why she has ground as many men's egos into the dirt as she has (because a girlfriend of hers had come crying to her about jilted love) or why she has threatened as many nice girls as she has (because said supposedly "nice girl" had actually backstabbed a friend she really cared about). If they did know, then well, maybe Matako wouldn't be painted with as much monster mythos than she is. If they did know, then maybe Matako wouldn't feel so much obligation wearing the monster's skin as she does.

For now, she's steeling her nerves (polishing the stiletto heels of her boots, packing power into her punch) as she marches into the lair of yet another boy who's scorned the love of a woman, guns ablazing (not literally, for once). This guy's name is Takasugi Shinsuke, and he runs a gang of thugs -- but she's got a lion's heart and a champion's resolve, so she stomps through this wasteland, this rogues gallery, easy, breezy, beautiful. Hey, an intent to kill is a girl's best make-up, after all.

"Takasugi Shinsuke," she announces to the room. "Where are you, hiding? After you fucked around with my friend's heart and left her crying in the lurch?" She scoffed. "Come out here and meet me like a man."

[lazyjumpsamurai-blog]

Love doesn't require a manual | Takasugi and Gintoki

Left to his own devices after Elsa's departing, Gintoki allowed himself to bask in the relative quiet, the music from the ball muffled enough that distancing himself from the world inside had been easy enough. The sleeves on his shirt rolled up, Gintoki leaned back, resting his weight on his arms as he gazed upon the stars in silent contemplation, Christmas-light wrapped pillars resting at the edge of his vision.

By now, even his mask had been discarded and sat upon the crumpled mess that was his blazer. A champagne flute sat half drank by his side, from when he had popped back in long enough to catch one of the wait staff's attention. Just like a good bottle of sake was welcome company in viewing cherry blossoms back in Japan, the delicate drink was an enjoyable accompaniment to this night.

The music from the ballroom grew louder as the doors to the verendah was opened, and Gintoki turned his head to glance at the stranger, only to find that it was no stranger at all. While his clothes were surprisingly normal, he had spent enough time being a nuisance at Gintoki's office for many a day, to the point that his figure was now very much familiar to the freelancer.

Given, it was no surprise that Takasugi be at this ball, but for them to meet like this. It hadn't been a possibility that Gintoki would have considered.

"Yo. So you were here too, huh."

Raising a hand in greeting, he crossed eyes with the raven's olive one before he turned his eyes back upon the sky, velvet dotted with diamond lights.

[kijimatako]

( ˘ ³˘)❤ well,

"Shinsuke-sama, you did not have to come to my house. I-I didn’t want you to see me like this," she said, looking down at the sheets bunched between her fists.

Takasugi’s gaze was even, unbroken. “Matako,” he said, “you were absent from school for three days. Of course I came over to see what had happened to you.”

"I’m sorry I hadn’t told you earlier that I was out with the flu, Shinsuke-sama…I didn’t want to worry you…"

He scoffed. “Me? Worried?” He took a drag on his cigarette. “Like I have to worry about you.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “If you weren’t worrying, why did you bring me soup?”

He waved a hand nonchalantly, but couldn’t seem to meet her eyes. “Isn’t that the kind of gesture one does? Like a get-well card or something frivolous like that.”

She bites her bottom lip — because she understands. That neither can say something like I care so easily, but can do so through the course of their actions. One and the same, they are. A quiet smile lifts her lips, and, grasping his hand between her own, she kisses it gently, head bent down in gratitude.

"Shinsuke-sama," she murmurs, "thank you."