Waiting for night to come.

for soon it will all be gone. ( Indie Gokotai ) ( written by teacup )

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( so i’m like wanting to either hop back on here or something or disappear from all social activities b ut i cant??? fun, so fun to not be able to do that )

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( so anxiety and school combined have been kicking me p hard recently and i haven’t reallly been able to hop on here notthatihaveatonofactivityasis  but!! hopefully i will be able to possibly pick up some of the slack recently and possibly get to write for goko again :’3c though im near constantly tired from, well, everything )

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What Gemstone are you?

RULES: Repost with the results of the quiz. Don’t reblog, please.

Tagged by: @timidplum

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Emerald

Emeralds are problem solvers who come up with multiple solutions to each problem. They spend a lot of time on research to evaluate each possible solution to make sure they pick the right one. They also tend to be perfectionists and want to figure it all out before starting. Emeralds are true to their word and are also very intelligent and organized people.

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timidplum:

Glowing eyes looking to him had caused the prince to jump slightly. Breathing in slowly as he tried to remain calm as he stared to the white tiger before him. But once hearing the voice come from the tiger it did give some ease. Shoulders relaxing he blinked. “It’s…fine.” At least he thinks it’s fine, he wasn’t sure if it wasn’t him who had found the other.

Moving to sit on the grass he made no attempt to move closer to the tiger. He seemed nervous as it was, so he didn’t want to add on to that feeling for him. Thinking on his next words he tilted his head. “Do you….have a name?” He tilted his head curiously to the tiger.

He couldn’t help but focus on the other’s voice, not daring move closer, nor further. His ears flicked at the way the other sat down, not moving closer either; a small sense of relief was granted to his form. 

With his body a little looser, he settled into the grass, resting from his earlier movements. The question had Gokotai wanting to laugh. “Everyone has a name. Whether they know it or not is another thing.” He pauses for a long moment, considering the pros and cons of telling this stranger his name. 

“Though mine is Gokotai... Would you mind sharing yours?” His tail flicked about, making the grass move as it found its path.

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Walking around the garden was always a way for the prince to clear his mind, yet it was different this time. From the looks of it he wasn’t alone this time. Walking carefully to the unexpected guess he tilted his head before hesitantly speaking.

“h-Hello?”

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It’d been one of those nights. One of the ones where he just had to go outside and stretch his legs. Except, he had to do it in his tiger form. There was just no other way it would’ve been satisfying.

His ears flickered at the sound of someone else, eyes darting, golden hues practically glowing in the dark of the night. When had he wandered into a garden? How long had he been out? His limbs were frozen in place as he stared to where the other was.

“I apologize for intruding.” His words are quiet as his body does its best to shrink against the floor and try to disappear. Disappearing would be difficult with being a white tiger, but he could always try.

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Shapeshifter AU

An adopted shapeshifter of the Toushirou family. A well-known and respected family, Gokotai does his best to blend into the background. His shapeshifting abilities are a family secret that is best kept hidden away from the prying eye of the public. However, Gokotai has a habit of going out at night and wandering the streets in his other form.

He takes on the shape of a white tiger, of its adolescent years. He is 17 and doesn’t quite look it. Quite used to the mistake of his age, he’s given up on correcting people when they think he’s younger.

Being adopted, he doesn’t quite believe he’s part of the Toushirou family, despite hiding that feeling. He doesn’t participate in any social interaction based activities, preferring to stick to art during his downtime. 

To the average eye, he is a student who does well and has talent to possibly succeed. No one would be able to tell that he was a shapeshifter, despite the occasional mishaps of anxiety induced shifts.

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timidplum:

Rubbing his wrist Plum wasn’t sure how Gokotai was going to react to what he mention of his father, even if it lacked the details of the letter. His words…even though they came out so softly showed he wasn’t happy about his father, and he showed it so clearly.

He next words did take him back and have worry for if his father ever came to Japan, but…he doubted he’d really come there. Even if he was to live there for the rest of his life, hell….he doubts either of them would want to visit him. They’d just want him to go back to Germany to see them.

But…..one thing he said had stung him. Finally moving to the tantou he carefully patted his head. “Gokotai…..Thank you for the kind words on what I’ve done. I know he doesn’t understand what all I’ve done and what I just can’t do.” He paused, closing his eyes for a moment. He was glad to know he looked up to him yet. Pulling him into a hug he soon looked back to him. “I hope you never break in battle okay? I want you to keep going for a long time. It’d hurt me to know that you were no longer around, even if I might not be around anymore.”

Gokotai’s expression lightened with the contact, scowl practically disappearing with Plum’s thanks. The tantou wasn’t sure how to feel about this father person just not understanding what Plum can do and what he’s done. It was a weird thing to think about.

Letting his saniwa pull him into a hug, he was slightly disgruntled with the idea of Plum not being around anymore. As much as he understood the mortality of a human life, it still upset him. A small frown settled into his features, his voice coming out bleak, as if he was reciting something from memory.

“I don’t think I’ll be breaking anytime soon. Besides, even if I did... We swords are rather replaceable. Sure, some of us are rather... strange, but that doesn’t change the reason why we’re here.” The tantou pauses for a moment, as if tasting the words in his mouth. “We’re given a specific purpose, unlike humans or animals. When given a purpose, we... become replaceable. I’m just another tantou to help protect history. Nothing more and nothing less.”

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          ‘ I SHALL BE REBORN SEVEN TIMES ’

          And again, I gave in and made another blog, this time for a Saniwa OC. This is an Independent, Private, and Selective Saniwa OC of Touken Ranbu named Kurosawa Kouki. A seasoned Saniwa with an unfortunate history, but he’s ready to take on the challenge once again, this time with a stronger purpose.

———  written by hika, est. 2017.

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Plum gives the tantou a gentle hug, carefully petting his head he gave a smile. "You are a very good boy Gokotai. I'm glad to have had the chance to meet you."

Gokotai can’t help but smile immediately, happiness spreading through him as he felt the warm arms around him. The words causing his smile to grow and a light flush to dust his cheeks. “Thank you, aruji-sama! I’m glad you’re my master, and I wish I could’ve only had you as a saniwa.”

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Lowering his eyes to the cubs Plum grew silent on his words. It seems….there was no way to hide it from this tantou. Quietly rubbing a finger against one of the cubs cheeks he soon lowered them to the floor once more.

“….I see….”

“It’s…..something I don’t like talking on….or more someone really Gokotai.” Speaking finally he moved his left hand to grab his right wrist, a way to keep himself calm and focused. “I recently got a letter….from my father.” He grew quiet as he squeezed his wrist tighter. He didn’t want to talk on it but….he didn’t want to have the other feel like this either.

“I guess to sum it up….he’s just, complaining as always. Talking on why I can’t do anything better or something like that…”

The tantou listens, paying attention to little details. A sense of relief going through him when Plum actually mentions what was directly bothering him, albeit slightly vague.

His frown had lessened before he heard the mention of complaints. His expression grew grim, eyes narrowed as irritation prickled beneath his surface. The tantou’s own problems forgotten in favor of a quiet rage. He does his best to not just snap at the idea of his saniwa not being absolutely wonderful to someone else. Someone who sounds important being known as his saniwa’s father. ( That was like his forger in a sense, right? )

“I don’t like this father person.” His words are quiet, yet harsh. “He obviously can’t see how wonderful you are at what you do and just how much you help others.” He pauses, eyes still narrowed and face set in a scowl. “I don’t tend to want to resolve such things with violence but... He’s insulted you and what you do. He should respect what you’re capable of doing and doing skillfully. You’re a respectable master of mine, one of the ones I hope to remember if I’m broken in battle.”

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“Ah, I see.” Yagen thought through the line a bit, as he has been by the saniwa’s side often enough as their secretary to know that the general always wanted to give all swords under their care as much battle experience as they could manage… so the master always sent their swords out for missions, but the swords can request for a leave whenever they want. Thus, Yagen guessed that it was Goko’s requests that was the reason he had not been sent to battle.

This made the Toushirou concerned that his brother may have had something going on with him that would make him request for absence in sorties… but Yagen won’t address that directly just yet. “If you hadn’t forgotten it, I’m always open to talk to you whenever you are feeling troubled… and you know where to find me, right?”

“Of course I haven’t forgotten...” The words are soft and unsure, a reflection of his mindscape. The truth was, he hadn’t even considered telling anyone when the feeling started. He had been considering continuing to fight on the front lines as well. He’d hoped the feeling would’ve just... faded. It obviously hadn’t, but he was at a loss of what to do.

After a moment, he considered, once again, telling Yagen about the feeling, the feeling of violence that gnawed at him when he even wielded his own blade. It urged him to fight all around him, to thrust his short blade into the throats of his comrades. It scared him and he didn’t wish to share it with anyone.

A last second decision had him speaking. “I’ve been feeling odd recently...”

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sentence starters inspired by & taken from horror movies.

‘ we should split up.’

‘ it was probably just the wind.’

‘ it’s probably nothing. just my / your imagination.’

‘ aw, come on! it’s  just a silly game someone made to scare little kids. it’s not real.’

‘ did you see that? i think i saw something move…’

‘ wait here, i’m gonna go check it out.’

‘ i heard this place is haunted. let’s go have a look.’

‘ i feel safe here.’

‘ i don’t feel safe here.’

‘ i feel like there’s someone / something watching us.’

‘ hello? is somebody there?’

‘ there’s no signal on my phone. you?’

‘ my phone’s ( almost ) out of battery.’

‘ and there goes the flashlight. how are we gonna see anything now?’

‘ what happened? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.’

‘ RUN!’

‘ you’re scaring me.’

‘ if this is a joke, it’s not funny.’

‘ just stop, this isn’t funny anymore.’

‘ it’s not real. it’s not real!’

‘ i’m just dreaming… this is just a nightmare.’

‘ how about we DON’T go into a haunted place in the middle of the night? just a thought.’

‘ yeah, i’m NOT gonna follow a blood trail into a creepy dark place, thanks.’

‘ you know, when a sign reads ‘dangerous. keep out,’ i kind of want to listen to it.’

‘ the door opened up by itself. no way in hell i’m going in there!’

‘ yeah, i’ve watched enough horror movies to know that’s a terrible idea.’

‘ there’s no need to be afraid. it’s just a dream.’

‘ it’s waiting for you.’

‘ it’s just a dream, right? or is it?’

‘ so, now you’re afraid of the dark, yes?’

‘ you’re afraid to sleep?’

‘ i just don’t want to see them again.’

‘ i think they want to hurt me. to take my place.’

‘ i’m going to die.’

‘ you could scare the hell outta somebody.’

‘ i didn’t want her / him to suffer.’

‘ jesus! fuck! what the fuck?!’

‘ my god, are you serious? that’s crazy!’

‘ his / her face was all swollen and- and bruised, and bloody.’

‘ it was so scary. when i woke up, it seemed like it was still in the room with me.’

‘ it was the worst nightmare i’ve ever had.’

‘ there’s something out there, isn’t there?’

‘ they’re going to kill me for sure.’

‘ you were screaming like crazy.’

‘ it was dark, but i’m sure there was somebody in there.’

‘ i thought it was just another nightmare.’

‘ i don’t think you’re crazy.’

‘ you’ll never come back!’

‘ it’s got a death curse.’

‘ at least i’m not afraid of ghosts.’

‘ you’re doomed if you stay here.’

‘ it’s ten miles to the nearest crossroads.’

‘ we’ll be laughing about this tomorrow.’

‘ no, no! they’re all dead! they’re all dead!’

‘ don’t leave me! they’ll kill you too!’

‘ what monster could’ve done this?’

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Yagen just smiled softly and gave Gokotai a small nod. Well, its not like he was pressuring his sibling to remember him or anything… though the other’s words does make him a bit worried that he might have been more out-of-touch with his brothers then he realised. Still, this was a good thing in a way, as his interactions with the smaller Toushirous are often ones that involve medical treatment for injuries… so at least he can be assured that they’ve been well.

“It’s nice to see you too.” Yagen stated as he ruffled Goko’s hair a bit with gentle pats. “I take it that you’ve been doing well enough to not have to look for me.”

“Well, I haven’t been sent to battle for a while...” A nagging feeling kept at him and distracted him enough that he requested the saniwa not to send him to the front lines. He couldn’t help but hope it wasn’t too much of a problem since he couldn’t properly concentrate to actually fight without something nagging at the back of his head.

“I haven’t had any serious accidents inside the citadel walls either so... I suppose I’ve been well...” He wants to tell Yagen about the irritating feeling that is ever present recently in his head, but can’t bring himself to mention it. After all, he doesn’t want to worry his brother.

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( i just realized, i don’t let goko grow up in any of his verses? )

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Seeing as the cubs rushed to him meowing to him for his attention he grew a bit curious before lowering a hand to pick them up one by one before hearing Gokotai speak up.

Stiffening up on his question he looked to the cubs. It seemed….he was right. Perhaps their cries alerted him? Giving one of the cubs a pet Plum pursed his lips. “I suppose…..I’m bothered in a way…but it’s, probably nothing too big.” Looking to the letter on the desk he sighed before petting the cubs once more.

“I don’t mean to have you worry for me. I’m sorry.” He gave a soft smile to him to try and hide how he was really feeling but part of him. Just really didn’t want to smile.

There was nothing for him to smile on. How can there be something to smile on with what he read?

Gokotai’s frown deepened, his brows pinched together. As much as he hated the pained feeling he was receiving through his cubs, he kept himself from trying to take them out of Plum’s arms. 

His eyes divert to the side, not wanting to look at the lie of a smile on his saniwa’s face. “Aruji-sama, I want you to know...” His words are hesitant, almost pained as he digs his nails into the scratches on his hands to distract himself from the secondary emotional sensing the tigers were sharing with him. He took a deep breath as he redirected his eyes to Plum.

“I want you to know that the tigers can tell what you’re feeling and...” He sighs and takes his hands from each other, running them through his fringe, scratch marks were clear on the previously covered cheek. “They share that sensation with me. Thus, I’ll be able to tell if you’re upset through them. As long as they’re willing to share it with me...”

He can’t help but look at the floor with his fringe still lifted and held back by his hand. His lips were pursed as he considered saying more, unsure if there was more he could say.