#Feigned Illness Arc

[ilyokkgsmiabf]

Okita Sougo didn't realize that he just confessed, right? (Or maybe he did?)

Sougo was the first one who noticed that Kagura was faking the whole thing,

"If their love for you is real, I'm sure they'll notice."

In the anime that's what Sougo said, well in that case, Sougo loves Kagura right? He notices, so he loves Kagura, It came from his own mouth, am I right?

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Fool's Errand Pt 2

Part (2) of Fool's Errand, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

Y'all it has been an interesting couples weeks! To summarize, we've decided to upgrade, so are scrambling to get our house ready to sell while caring for a 5 month old and drooling over possible new places to buy! Super fun, super chaotic, and super stressful - wish us luck! (and if any of you are diy specialists in WA, hit me up 😆)

Warnings: Medical procedures, broken nose, blood, needles, profanity

WC: 3,095

“I c’n fight! G’me a kr’ffin’ gun!”

“You can’t even stand! Stay down or, by the Force, Hunter, I will sedate you!” I didn’t try to hide the impatience sewn through the shouted threat.

“I c’n st’ll shoot!” He tried to yell, but the words tangled around his stiff jaw, the muscles locked taut, though whether from pain or injury I couldn’t tell. Our exit had been blocked, the hall too full of droids to even see the far side. We’d had to run. I didn’t know how Echo managed to keep track of our location - if he’d managed to keep track of our location…

The room we’d ducked into was oppressively hot. It radiated from stacks of servers stretching floor to ceiling around us and sent sweat soaking into my blacks in just those few minutes we’d hidden within. Hunter sat against one of the towering jumbles of wires and electronics, one arm wrapped tightly around his chest while the other reached toward me, open hand trembling too violently for anyone to feign ignorance to. I stood beside him leaning around the server just enough to watch the door, pistol trained before me in anticipation of the coming horde while Echo tried to override the droids’ programing at least long enough to grant us an escape, scomp plugged into a massive terminal in the center of the room.

“If you’re so eager to do something, try to get your armor back on before we have to move again.” I ordered, snatching the sack at Echo’s feet to toss toward the seething man. The painkiller was fading, but it was still strong enough to take the edge off, and the denial it granted him, the ill-fated belief that his wounds weren’t as bad as they seemed, was a danger in itself. His lips pulled into a snarl, retort crawling up his throat, but the lungful of air he drew in to voice it left his entire body seizing against a sudden surge of pain.

His gaze fell quickly away from me, unable to hide the way his too-shallow breaths shook even as he fought for some means to continue arguing, and my heart ached at the sight. Blood still trickled from his nose, coating his lips and chin, and staining the dark fabric of his shirt. He had to strain to open his eyes enough to see me, but the way they wavered left me doubting whether or not he could really make out more than some blurred outline before him.

“Here.” I whispered, kneeling beside him and reaching into the bag. “The last thing you need right now is to get shot without any kind of protection.” He didn’t look at me, mouth just twitching into a scowl before his shoulders sank in resignation. Gaze constantly shifting back toward the door, I carefully helped him slide into his cuirass, wincing at his every hitched movement, but there was no avoiding it. He couldn’t get back into the precious gear without contorting his arms. The pull that movement caused against his ribs couldn’t be anything less than agonizing.

“Almost there.” The murmur escaped me without thought toward how it would be received, if he would balk at the soft encouragement or fight to make some retort. I only cared that he was in pain, and all I could offer in that moment was gentle words and some menial bit of assistance in maneuvering into the unyielding durasteel shell. His chest bucked around choppy gasps by the time the armor finally settled into place, skin frightfully pale and covered in a sweat that had nothing to do with the heat.

“Hard part’s done.” He nearly offered some response but let the words fall away with a strained exhale.

“No luck.” Voice heavy with disappointment, Echo abandoned the terminal to walk back toward us, readily joining me help his brother into his gear, “but we’re not far from another hatch.” None of us spoke toward the impossible task of getting Hunter up the vertical stairs, the difficulty in just getting back to his feet at all when every second seemed like the very act of drawing breath was growing more difficult, but that was a problem we’d have to deal with if we managed to actually reach an exit.

“Crosshair’s been trying to draw them to the surface, but they’re not taking the bait.” My lips twisted into a scowl at the very thought of Crosshair acting as bait, but quickly forced the image aside.

“Tech, Wrecker; you guys make it out, yet?” I called over our coms as Hunter finished pulling his last glove on.

“N… nearly there.” Tech’s response was interrupted with a small grunt, blasterfire screaming loudly in the background. “We’ve come upon some – Wrecker, n-!” The compound shook hard enough to nearly throw me to the ground despite how quickly Echo’s hand locked around my arm to steady me.

“Tech?!” I shouted nervously, noting how Hunter’s arm tightened around his chest, fingers strained in a clenched fist.

“I told ‘im the roof would hold!” Wrecker boasted loudly. In nearly the same breath, however, the alarm stopped. The silence that followed was deafening. Despite the hint of relief Hunter couldn’t quite hide from finally being free of the surely agonizing screeching, none of us could ignore the impending threat looming in that quiet.

“That wasn’t why I advised against it.” Tech stated, tone just shy of frustration. “I believe the site has now fully locked down, meaning we’ll be unable to leave in the same manner we got in.” He paused a moment. “Crosshair, do you read me?” Another pause. “Crosshair?” My heart sank, a chill flooding my chest with an entirely new dread. “Additionally, I believe all coms are being blocked as well…” He added in a grumble.

“Well, how was I supposed to know it’d do that?” Wrecker’s retort failed to hide the edge of guilt gnawing beneath his annoyance.

“This is a black ops site.” His brother said simply. “It is common sense for such facilities to-”

“Enough!” Echo growled over them. “Tech, can you reach an access panel? Maybe we can figure out a way to override the fail-safe.” I stopped listening as the discussion wandered toward subjects beyond my understanding.

“Hunter, how are you holding up?” Movements slow, I kneeled beside him once more, unable to ignore the way his body nearly shuddered in pain from even shallow breaths.

“‘m f’n.” He didn’t so much as try to look at me as he said it.

“Hunter.” I called more forcefully, setting my pack down quietly beside me when he didn’t answer. “Hey, I’m going to take your helmet off. Okay?” Voice lowered into a gentle murmur, I quickly removed my own before reaching for his, pausing a moment to grant him time to refuse, but, when he offered no objection, carefully eased the bucket from his head. Unmuffled by the thick layer of duraplast, I could clearly make out the quiet whistle catching on every inhale, and the unrelenting trickle of blood from his distorted nose left me uneasy.

I looked toward the doorway for just a moment more before reluctantly setting my pistol down beside me, fingers nearly twitching with the urge to immediately pick it back up.

“I think it’s time for some more meds. What do you say?” I tried to sow a joking temptation into my words, pleased that he at least managed to open his eyes enough to glance at me, if only briefly. “Thought you were eager to join the fight just a few minutes ago?” I teased, hoping to draw a proper response from him. His jaw shifted, but the attempt to swallow faltered beneath a wince, and I almost didn’t want to check what monstrous bruises lay hidden beneath the cover of blood and cloth.

“Y… y’ g’na g’v me a g’n?” I almost couldn’t make out what he tried to say, but felt a new sense of urgency quicken my movements as I dug through my bag.

“You planning on shooting Echo? Because, right now, he and I are the only ones in here with you.” He let out a weak hum, not bothering to look down as I pulled one of his gloves off.

“C’n’t… c’n’t sw’low.” He didn’t flinch when I slipped the IV into the back of his hand.

“This should help.” I murmured. “Some pain killers, some anti-inflammatories, and a couple other things to get you moving again.” His eyes strained to focus on me, and I knew he’d heard everything I pointedly left unsaid; that the meds I’d listed were only the least concerning ones saturating his IV. I didn’t tell him about the vitamin K and platelets I was flooding him with in hopes of stopping the bleeding; both what could clearly be seen and what couldn’t. I didn’t tell him that I was straining against the bag of fluids to force the saline into his veins because the risk of hypovolemic shock was too great to be ignored; that the frightful pallor of his sweat-soaked skin and quickness of his breathing sent my heart racing nearly as fast as his, but he could only maintain that focus for a few seconds before falling back into something far too near to unconsciousness.

“Can you tilt your head back for me?” My hands reached up to lightly rest on either side of his neck before delicately tugging at the lip of his blacks. It was faint, but he just managed to tilt his chin up, allowing me to more easily cut through the fabric. The mess of blood and bruises beneath obscured skin just starting to show the beginnings of stubble. I was barely able to brush the ridge of his Adams apple before he winced in pain.

“You’d think they’d be more careful with your neck during a damn interrogation…” I muttered with a sigh.

“Th’nk I… made ‘m angry.” His lips just managed to twitch into a smirk that made my heart soar.

“You?” I scoffed teasingly, “Get on someone’s nerves? Nah.” That smirk grew, and I had to ignore the guilt that churned through my stomach as I retrieved some bacta.

“Alright; I’m going to get some goo on that neck. I know it’s sensitive, so I’ll try to be careful, okay?” His grin instantly fell, jaw tensing as he gave a small, stiff nod. His leg twitched slightly at the first touch of that cool gel against his swollen throat, breath catching in a pained grunt that he only just managed to silence.

“I know, honey.” The quiet murmur fluttered thoughtlessly passed my lips with a sympathetic frown.

“H’ney?” He nearly huffed, voice strained beneath a vain attempt to ignore the hurt lancing through him at even the featherlight caress of my fingers. “Cr’ss ‘s gonna th’nk you’re… you’re goin’ sweet on me.” I let out a quiet chuckle, ignoring the way my cheeks threatened to warm beneath the thought.

“You let me worry about that grumpy brother of yours.” He offered another grin, if only briefly at my whispered reply, and I let out a small sigh of relief at how he began to slump back against the wall, that accursed tension easing as the combination of meds began to offer him some bit of respite, but the steady stream of blood from his nose refused to quell.

“Hunter, we’ve got one more thing we need to deal with before you can relax.” I warned reluctantly. He let out a short breath but otherwise didn’t bother moving. “Either I straighten your nose now and then treat it, or I just treat it to stop the bleeding and have to re-break it later.” I didn’t press him for an answer, but he didn’t have to explain. I knew what he wanted by the way his body sank with a heavy exhale.

“You know, the first time I fixed a broken nose was actually Emmy’s.” I told him, voice purposefully quiet as I set out strips of tape and some bacta spray before carefully palpating the swollen flesh. I knew he was barely listening, focus instead on trying to fight the tension plaguing him from the impending pain. “She was trying to wrestle her brother into a cab – he’d gotten a bit too drunk at our engagement party.”

“Engageme-” In that brief moment of distraction, I wrenched his nose straight. His breath fled him in a choked grunt, hand darting up to lock around my forearm tight enough to make my vambrace creak in protest. I didn’t want to think about the damage he might have done without that protective armor, heart stuttering at the powerful display.

“K-kriff… s’ry…” He muttered, releasing me with an almost jerked motion.

“It’s fine, Hunter.” I assured warmly, fingers flitting over his nose with tape to offer it some bit of support before retrieving the bacta. “Alright, I want you to try to take a deep breath in.” He was still scowling from the lingering hurt as he tried to obey me. I didn’t offer further warning before flooding his nostril with blue gel, free hand locking around the back of his head as he threw himself back in a violent recoil, straining to follow the sharp movement even as my stomach churned at the choked retch that tore through him.

“I know, I know. One more.” I murmured quickly, granting no reprieve before doing the same to the other side. His hands latched onto my sides, grip burring into my cuirass in a barely repressed effort to rip himself free of me. “Alright, it’s alright.” I whispered softly, fingers shifting gently through his hair in a way that I knew would send a pleasant shiver through him, and he nearly collapsed against me, face twisted into a snarl, torso bucking in a torrent of painful coughs. After securing a final strip of tape to hold a pad of gauze beneath his nose, I allowed us both a moment of quiet, arms wrapping carefully around him in hopes of granting him some breadth of comfort.

“E… e-gaged?” He asked, voice thick and nasally, yet I still found myself laughing softly.

“Don’t sound so surprised.” I replied with a feigned insult that gleaned a tiny huff from him as my fingers gently curled through his hair. “She and I got through med-school together – that says something.” Jaw parted around still heavy breaths, he shifted enough to glance up at me, but before he could gather strength to speak, another tremor tore through the base, this one far more powerful than the last.

“Echo?” I could hear the trepidation stealing through me, felt my shoulders tense and my mouth go dry as my gaze glanced nervously over the unknown tons of duracrete and steel overhead.

“That wasn’t us.” He said darkly. My hand darted out to snatch my pistol, eyes flicking back to the doorway.

“Can you hear anything coming?” I asked Hunter. He paused, straining to focus for a long moment.

“Looks like it came from outside.” Echo added, attention focused on the stream of data pouring into his mind through the terminal. I didn't want to think about what that might mean. Had Crosshair caused the explosion? Was he under attack? Was he alive?

“Hmm…” A weak hum sounded from Hunter, catching my attention. His brow was furrowed in concentration, eyes closed. “…droids.” Kriff.

“Echo!” I called over my shoulder before turning my attention back to the crumpled man before me. “Can you tell how many?” He paused before shaking his head.

“’nough.” He muttered, breath quickening before he tried to push himself up.

“Whoa – hold on, hold on; let me help.” I was at his side before I’d finished speaking, gently pulling his arm over my shoulder

“What’s going on?” Echo asked. I could hear the dread in his voice; the certainty that he wasn’t going to like the answer to his question.

“Droids. We need to move.” He didn’t question me, gaze flicking only briefly to Hunter before kneeling down to retrieve the abandoned bucket to slip back onto his brother’s head. The look he sent me upon noting the hitch of his shoulders with each half-gasp, the amount of blood soaking his shirt and the still present hiss with his every inhale, left me tensing my jaw.

“I’ve got him.” I assured him. If it came to a fight, there was no question who was more valuable, and I couldn’t dismiss my simple want to be the one Hunter leaned against; memories from so long ago forever fresh in my mind when we’d been captured together, when hidden speakers left him crippled and in agony, and he’d turned to me for comfort rather than his brother. I hoped I could offer him that same comfort now as I donned my own helmet once again and eased him to his feet.

“Tech, we’ve got droids incoming. I had to leave the terminal.” Echo warned, purposeful strides carrying him toward the door.

“Wait; it would appear most of the droids are mobilizing.” We quickly paused at Tech’s comment. “Based on where you described yourselves to be, I do not believe they are converging at your location.”

“Crosshair.” Hunter mumbled against my chest. I had to swallow back the anxiety coiling through my gut, had to force the image of Crosshair luring an army of battle droids into the surrounding wilds from my mind. Each member of this squad was a frightening force in their own right, but his strengths didn’t lie in close quarters and limited visibility…

“I believe the location they are headed is nearer to us… Wrecker and I will investigate and report back. Perhaps, this will yield a way out of here.” Be careful. The words were held back only by how forcefully my teeth ground together. It didn’t need to be said lest even that tiny distraction prove disastrous.

“We’ll stay holed up here. If we don’t hear from them in ten minutes, we’ll move out – see if we can catch up with them.” Hunter offered no objection to how effortlessly Echo stepped into his role, and I worried for the true cause of that silence. Was it trust? The knowledge that Echo’s tactical mind was one of the brightest in the GAR? Or were teasing retorts subdued by pain and exhaustion? Ten minutes was a lifetime that could mean the difference between Hunter merely being hurt and his condition becoming critical, and my worry grew with each passing second.

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[traintrainingmontage]

Somehow it's 4:30 AM here so here's a sleepy headcanon for an engine that I love but never talk about: Sir Handel.

I think that out of all of the younger generation of engines, Sir Handel is the one who actually has the most potential to lead the various engines of the Skarloey Railway should Skarloey and/or Rheneas no longer be around to do so. Why? He goes through a lot of growth as a character over the course of the books, and unlike Peter Sam, who is rather happy-go-lucky and just has unfortunate things happen to him, Sir Handel is humbled time and again by his own ego and mistakes. As we've seen over the course of the RWS, it's the humble engines with level heads who are the most successful, and just as Skarloey started foolish and became wise with time and experience, Sir Handel undergoes a similar arc.

There's countless instances of Sir Handel being bratty and getting his comeuppance, but over time, this particular trait seems to be tempered more and more. In the stories in Four Little Engines where he throws tantrums, doesn't get along with the coaches or trucks, and is not terribly keen on working, he's clearly still in his bratty phase, testing the limits of what he can get away with and hoping to only do the jobs he wants. There's consequences for his actions, certainly, but they don't seem to stick too well until he's shut up for a few days. He then tries to get along better with the coaches... and they run him off the rails instead. However, when Skarloey takes his train and earns his respect at the end of the book (a far cry from Sir Handel calling him rubbish at the start), we start seeing his character begin to change for the better... at least a little bit.

In The Little Old Engine, we have Sir Handel feigning being ill to skip work on Gordon's advice and the consequences come back to bite him hard. What's interesting about this particular story is that it really feels like Sir Handel actually internalizes this lesson in a way that he may not have previously; he realizes for himself that he hadn't thought this plan through--even before he's punished for it--once he sees what's happened to Peter Sam. That's growth right there; he's never been shown to have that sort of self-reflection before now.

In the next book, Gallant Old Engine, we finally have our beloved story "Steam-roller," where Sir Handel gets his special wheels and Skarloey goads him into facing off against George. He's more insufferable than usual at the end, up until the kids claim that he was almost beaten by George, and so he shuts up about it. It's clear that Sir Handel is starting to get that there are always consequences for his ridiculousness, particularly when he least expects them.

Once we get to Mountain Engines, though, Sir Handel's demeanor has settled down quite a bit. When he has a bad day in "Mountain Engine" and he badmouths the coaches, Skarloey calls him out on his behavior and he actually blushes and feels a little ashamed after Rheneas' subtle admonishment while talking to Culdee. A younger Sir Handel certainly would have leapt to defend himself (although his comment about scrapping the coaches really does feel rather cruel given that he basically said, out loud, that just because they were "awkward" with him, they should all be sent to die).

Finally, in Very Old Engines, Sir Handel is rather well-behaved, although he's also in the spotlight less. He goes to get his trains when he needs to and stops making a fool of himself. Moreover, he acts in concert with the rest of the engines and really feels less like the troublemaker of the bunch. (And of course, we get to see him being rambunctious in his youth once more in Duke the Lost Engine.)

By the time we get to the Chris Awdry books, Sir Handel has mellowed out a lot. He feels more reliable, even though he gets injured while helping on the Talyllyn. It's clear to see how he's learned from his mistakes, and now that he's over 100 himself, he's not nearly as full of himself (or stupid) as he was in his youth.

While I do think that Sir Handel's personality lost some definition after Mountain Engines, I also enjoy that his character arc has been defined by lessons taught by the three older engines (particularly Skarloey) on the railway. It feels like an inheritance of sorts, a passing of the torch, which is appropriate given the mentor/mentee relationship established all the way back in Four Little Engines.

(Sequel post: Sir Handel and Peter Sam's Inherited Roles)

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

semi serious / character development

this is the last of the gintama arc polls i've been running! (i tragically had to exclude a lot; but i JUST learnt that polls have 12 options now. i wish i knew this for the other polls. this is so fucked up, and also why this list isn't in chronological order like the rest, since i added the ones i was thinking of excluding onto the end. anyway)

[gintama-polls]

Gintama Episode Tourney

Episode 237, "Please Take Me Skiing" The Shinsengumi escort a very important person during his trip to a ski resort when things go awry. The first half of the Vacation Arc.

Episode 297, "Keep Your Farewells Short" Princess Soyo, with Sougo’s help, gives her dear friend Kagura a state funeral. The second half of the Feigned Illness Arc

[goldenlaquer]

Now I'm pretty curious to know in which arc/episodes your OCs have a role ?

Oh gosh, thank you so much for letting me dump my brain into this post 🥺🥺🥺 these aren't in order (I should go back and do that) and there are definitely some arcs/episodes that I put them in and have forgotten about but here are the majority!:

Teito:

He appears in alotta episodes/arcs where the Shinsengumi tend to show up

Episode 8, Difference Between Perseverance and Obstinacy is Paper-Thin, the one where Kondo falls head over heels in stalker lover with Otae

Yagyuu arc

Okita Mitsuba arc

Shinsengumi in Crisis arc

Episode 119, Within Each Box Of Cigarettes, Are One Or Two Cigarettes That Smell Like Horse Dung, the one where cigs are banned

Rokkaku arc

Otsu arc

Character popularity poll arc

Love Choriss arc

Vacation arc

Baragaki arc

Courtesan of a Nation arc

Genderbend arc

Episode 285, Love Is a Roach Motel, the festival one where Kondo goes around in a roach mask

Sole Switch arc

Afro arc

Shogun Assassination arc

Farewell, Shinsengumi arc

Silver soul arc

Gintama: The Movie: The Final Chapter: Be Forever Yorozuya

Yan:

Yan pretty much shows up in every arc that Kamui/Abuto appears in, which isn't much LMFAOO

Yoshiwara in Flames arc

Four Devas arc

Shogun Assassination arc

Rakuyo Decisive Battle arc

Silver Soul arc

Seiji:

Benizakura arc (intro)

Episode 24, Cute Faces Must Be Hiding Something, the one where Gintoki and Katsura are forced to cross-dress and work in a club under Saigou.

Kabukicho Stray Cat arc

Yoshiwara in Flames arc

Ghost Ryokan arc

Barber arc

Character popularity poll arc

Diviner arc

Four Devas arc

The Pool Episode with the Shogun (episode 217)

Scandal arc

Love Choriss arc

Vacation arc

Kintama arc

Courtesan of a Nation arc

Genderbend arc

Confessional arc

Soul Switch arc

Feigned Illness arc

Shogun Assassination arc

Silver soul arc

Gintama: The Movie: The Final Chapter: Be Forever Yorozuya

If anyone wants in-depth details for any of these arcs + my oc's involvement, please do shoot an ask! 🥺🙏

[cheemken]

Knight I just know Bianca gon be blushing and shit when Iris and Haxorus are training Hilbert and Emboar

Gonna be using the same excuse as her alternative version. Saying she wants to study the Bond Phenomenon but staring at Iris 80% of the time

Also I just imagine when Hilbert folded and is laying on the ground, with Emboar and Samurott staring at him, the conversation between him and Iris is what you said, but also

“Arc DAMN that hurts. Man wtf”

“Oh yeah, we feel the same pain our Pokémon feel. We just have a lower pain tolerance than them”

“Why didn’t you tell me that before I told Samurott to attack Emboar??”

“For shits and giggles lol”

Listen, she loves Hilbert and everything, but she can’t resist fucking with him. She just didn’t expect Samurott to hit Emboar that hard

The civil war in Unova may have matured him, but he’s meant to be stupid™️. Especially now that Iris is here with him

LMFAAOOOO REAL THO HAHAHAHAHAH

Look, the moirails together are either really really soft or the biggest crackheads known to man and everyone else has to deal w them Arceus knows they'd be unstoppable if they really were childhood friends lmaooo

Hilbert on the ground looking up at Iris all "you are such a bitch fr"

Iris grins at him, feigning hurt, a hand on her chest, "me? A bitch? Why, good sir, I'm an asshole at best"

"eat shit, whore"

"you first, shitstain"

Low-key angsty but Hilbert now yearning that sense of normalcy omfsss bcndbdnd anyways yeah these two your honour they make me so ill cbxnxn

And def tho, Bianca just staring at Iris bc Iris has a toned body and she has abs and the way her muscles flex when she endured hits from Hilbert too and Arc that is so unfair why is she so attractive cjmsns Hilda's there giving her a look™

"you sure this is still for research?"

"o-of course! Iris said the trainers are part of the battle bond process!"

"I see, well, it just seems you're staring more at Iris than anyone else"

"what no I'm not chmdbd"

Homegirl is not as subtle as she thinks she is lmfao, Hilda has to deal with not only the crackhead energy of Iris and Hilbert, but also Bianca being a gay fuck just staring at Iris and going "oh my Arc,,," everytime Iris looks at her and smirks at her and winks at her Arc she is so fucking unfair Bianca can't focus on her research now cbsmns hahahaha

[xigglewiggle]

What gets me even more here is not just the already existing canon similarities, but just how similar Pentious is to my personal headcanons interpretation of Vexen as a character. The feigned superiority complex masking a crippling inferiority complex. The bursting into tears at the drop of a hat. The snakes (I've been associating Even/Vexen with reptiles, specifically snakes, for a good while now) The pure despair knowing they're skilled and valuable while everyone else dismisses and belittles them. The eggs (Pentious' literal eggs, Even is an egg). The complete lack of volume control. The autism. The redemption arc. This motherfucking snake was designed to make me specifically mentally ill

It's not just me, right?

[ilyokkgsmiabf]

Pretending to be sick ehh Kagura? Well Sadist is here with his awesome surprise later!

Sooner or later you'll cry and wish it never happened, you caused real trouble girl!

But... KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Sougo's really handsome here! He smiled so sincerely! Too bad he found out you're faking it in Kagura.

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~<3

[the-anime-haven]

Gintama Stills for Every (Canon) Episode → [296/316] “Take the Initial Premise Lightly, and It'll Cost You”

↳ “I bet you'd almost forgotten about the whole 'weak to sunlight' premise. I bet you were struggling to keep up the act.”

[gintamanga]

[razberryyum]

A Gintama chapter a day keeps the ending away...Lesson 459

MY 15 FAVORITE MOMENTS IN LESSON 459:

So much OkiKagu cuteness...I wish the arc hadn’t ended so soon, even though Kagura spent most of it immobilized and helpless, and at the mercy of Okita’s sadism and everyone else’s stupidity....

Moment 1: That is like the cutest funeral photo ever.

Moment 2: He brought her a rose! Awwww!!! I don’t care if his intentions weren’t the purest, the most important thing is he brought her a rose in front of everyone!

Moment 3: Again, I don’t care about his intentions, the rose! The rose is what matters! But seriously, what a cute, totally evil face.

Moment 4: Sougo is seriously uber sadistic. The King, everyone.

Moment 5: I know Kagura-chan was totally suffering, but honestly, I just have the biggest grin throughout this entire sequence every time I see it.

Moment 6: The conveyor belt of death strikes again!

Moment 7: I think Tama-chan did more damage to Kagura-chan than Okita did. Holy crap. Kagura’s poor eyeballs.

Moment 8: Tama, Kyuu-chan, Tsukky, and Sacchan are a lethal combination at funerals.

Moment 9: These two adorable morons. 

Moment 10: Zura!!! I was so happy that despite the fact the funeral procession was practically swarming with cops and the military, he still showed up to pay his respects to his “leader”. How sweet is that???

Moment 11: This moronic and suicidal opportunist.

Moment 12: Look at Zura’s tears!!! The man was BAWLING! Seriously, how freaking sweet was that???!!!

Moment 13: My heart clenched a little when they presented Kagura with the umbrella. That was so sweet.

Moment 14: Honestly, I was kinda hoping at least Gin-chan was in on the joke, which would explain why he didn’t seem as sad as I thought he would be if Kagura had really died, but based on this, I guess he took it seriously, so I felt pretty disappointed that he didn’t even shed a tear for her. Of course I loved the arc overall, but this part never really sat right with me.

Moment 15: A family that gets cremated together, stay together.

SHIPS TALLY:

Okita x Kagura: to everyone else, Sougo’s reaction was for real so they must have thought he really had feelings for Kagura, which means in everyone’s eyes, THEY ARE CANON.

Gintoki x Sacchan and Gintoki x Kagura: because Sacchan felt so freaking threatened by Kagura, like she was a serious rival for Gin-chan’s affections.

Kagura x Hijikata: I just think it’s cute when Kagura calls Hijikata “Toshi”.

Kondou x Otae (or Hijikata x Otae): I mean, she thanked both of them so take your pick...or you could count them as a threesome if you’d like.

Hijikata x Zura: that’s probably one of the most shippiest moment they’ve had in the so far...at least that’s what it felt like to me.

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just so freaking amazing.  It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s generosity that I can enjoy Gintama on yet another level, the shippy level, and I am forever grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE.

4/6/2018

[gintama-polls]

Gintama Episode Tourney

Episode 268, "An Inspector's Love Begins with an Inspection" While on stakeout, Yamazaki falls in love with Tama, the robot maid.

Episode 297, "Keep Your Farewells Short" Princess Soyo, with Sougo’s help, gives her dear friend Kagura a state funeral. The second half of the Feigned Illness Arc

[coldninjaruins-blog]

One thing I don't understand is why many people on reddit believe that the conclusion of Will's arc is Will accepting himself and his sexuality, feeling comfortable with who he is.

I just personally don't think Will himself struggles much with being gay? He made his project of a hero he admires about Alan Turing, a historical figure who is well known gay. He did this in the fucking 80s! When the American Association of Psychiatrists removed homosexuality from the list of mental illnesses only in 1973 and the WHO would not do so until 1990.

He doesn't try to force himself to like girls or anything like feign interest in them (boy was saying "I don't—" to the cute girl who asked him if he wanted to dance before Mike stuck his spoon in, or the pretty girl in his class who tried to play footsies with him).

Unlike El, I would venture to say that in lenora is where we have seen Will most comfortable in his own skin.

He never denied who he is or tried to change himself so why do people think the culmination of his arc is accepting himself?

The narrative of season 4 is not Will suffering and being hurt because he likes boys, the writers could have gone that route but didn't.

He is suffering because he is unilaterally in love with his best friend.

As this really good post says, Will doesn't hate himself for being gay so why would he finish his arc accept himself when we can assume he already does?

[lordichamo]

feigned illness arc posting. if you tag this as ship you’re going to the psychological torment realm as well.

[ghostdrinkssoup]

*jazz hands* hey dudes I’m back with more hannibal notes/reactions (s1 ep11) except it’s just the silly goofy ones 🥹

omg is chilton back ??

“poke around a psychopath’s mind, bound to get poked back” haha hi there s2

ocean imagery, ice turning into water, drowning 😳 (twotl is that you ??)

well at least gideon knows how to hold himself accountable 🤷‍♀️

chilton is such a gaslighter omg

“worked for me” killing as a substitute for divorce almost worked for hannibal too 😩 *mizumono flashbacks*

see will would lowkey be the most op serial killer ever. he absorbs all their techniques and shit, he’s like the avatar except instead of past lives it’s all the killers he’s analysed LMAO

^^ will really could’ve picked any career field. like I know his empathy is a ✨metaphor✨ but also if he can presumably get into anyone’s head and relive their experiences then damn he could really do whatever he wants but no, his dream career was this bullshit </333

alternate reality where will gives up being a criminal profiler and becomes a gothic poet like if u agree

“I just feel like somebody else” - hannibal is just sitting there listening to will unravel like 😊

“I feel crazy” “it is what you fear most” omg he really is just like me fr 😩

“will, you have me as your gauge” - I love how this is hannibal feigning security (and being a manipulative piece of shit) but also hannibal being like 🥺 I want you to rely on me. I am your paddle <3 I hate him he’s the worst therapist and boyfriend to ever exist

^^ also the idea that they’re the same 😳

^^ also FORESHADOWING

HELLO AGAIN WATER IMAGERY

YOO I DIDN’T THINK THE TONGUE/CHURCH MURDER WOULD COME BACK I SAID I KINDA WANTED TO SEE IT IN EP7 LMAOOO *flashback music*

be careful what you wish for kids

oh freddie we’re really in it now

“gave you something better to do with your tongue than wag it” THAT WAS SO OUT OF POCKET LMAO

not the dating imagery again </333 why do all the killers in this show want to date hannibal,, my fave romcom fr,,

gideon is like *tears up* freddie don’t fuck with me rn

chesapeake ripper mimicking kills and throwing himself into the fray? that’s very copycat killer of him… it’s almost like they’re the same- *gunshot*

severed arm, observatory, boom gottem

hannibal was like 🙄 yeah I got your invite, I saw on my ipad. I don’t want to fucking date you *calls the cops*

hannibal is such a snitch damn

the beginning of chilton’s looney tunes suffering arc (it only gets worse from here)

FREDDIE JUST STANDING THERE 😭 this would be so horrible to witness jesus

“I feel like fluid, like I’m spilling” WATER IMAGERY

don’t let go jack *my heart will go on plays distantly in the background*

^^ this appearing in the same episode as all that ice imagery? this really is titanic omg

“it’s hard to shake off something that’s already under your skin” this line BANGS

doesn’t will like,, run off in this scene?

THE STAGGGG OH SHIT

it’s gonna take him to hannibal’s house omfg

GIDEON IS GONNA FOLLOW WILL

NVM

why is will following the stag to hannibal lowkey romantic LMAOOO he’s gotta follow his heart and mental illness <3

“I was expecting the chesapeake ripper… not his boyfriend”

WILL IN THE CAR he’s not gonna walk to hannibal’s BSDBBSBD

NOT GIDEON CALLING WILL ILL GET ROASTED ??? TAKE THE L ???

gideon delivering will to hannibal all sheepish like “man sorry to do this I know it’s a bit awkward but I found your man out in the wild and thought I should probably take him home” 😭

HANNIBAL’S FACE LMAOOO he really said 😟

hannibal said no more girlboss only gaslight

GIDEON’S FACE HE’S LIKE WTF

hannibal deserved everything he got in s2 he was so fucked for this

the saddest thing about this is hannibal is the only person will trusts enough to be vulnerable and open with,,, the only one he feels safe enough to breakdown in front of. he’s a safe presence in his mind *screams in agony*

“he’s had a mild seizure” “that doesn’t seem to bother you” “… I said it was mild” NDNDHHD FUCK WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY

^^ whenever hannibal’s hypocrisy is pointed out to him he’s always so confused like “??? god guys it’s not like I HATE will I care about him ?? I’m his paddle ?? I’ll set his brain on fire and gaslight him to the point of mental collapse but it’s not like the seizure was that bad 🙄 he’s literally fine”

WHY ARE BOTH WILL AND HANNIBAL FUCKING ALANA OVER THIS EPISODE 😭😭😭

hannibal rlly said I want her GONE (it was very rude of her to kiss will 💔 god he’s petty)

hannibal being sweet to will now is so sick and twisted,, not the little smile,, I hate him

“I’m worried about alana” SHUT UP

alana :((( I’m sorry queen

BEDELIA ??? hello there <3 *thinking lesbian thoughts*

hannibal fr is like a child, he’s throwing around his favourite stuffed toy thinking it’ll be fine if the arm breaks, or an eye falls off. he’s too rough with no real regard for the consequences 😩

oh hannibal *head in my HANDS*