#gintoki headcanons

[luckhound]

gintoki + relationship headcanons.

↻ pairing ✦ gintoki/gender neutral reader

↻ request ✦ I read your rules and stuff, and I hope I read it right gsusvjddn can I request some relationship headcanons for Gintoki? I can't watch the final movie for Gintama yet and I am devastateD —anonymous

↻ warnings ✦ mild suggestive content, blink and you'll miss it; terrible attempt at humour

author's note: this is several years late but i Just started a rewatch and was reminded of my love for this story and its characters. so uh, better late than never?

First of all, you deserve a medal for perseverance. You managed to do the impossible by entering into a relationship with this man, who dodges romantic entanglements without even trying to despite the many possible love interests in the source material

Now you have to deal with a cheapskate who doesn't have a single romantic bone in his body. Congrats!

Don't expect to be taken out on a date any time soon; his idea of a good time is to recline on the couch and read Jump. Unfortunately, that doesn't change even when he has a partner who he could be spending his free time with

When the two of you do go out, maybe sit down somewhere for a bite to eat, Gintoki expects you to pay. What? He should foot the bill? With what money? Any cash that so much as brushes his hands is snatched up by the old hag (Otose), or gobbled up by the brat with the bottomless stomach (Kagura), or swallowed up by the pachinko machines that the idiot hits up (Gintoki)

Rarely do you have privacy. At any given time, a revolving door of characters will intrude upon your finite alone time with Gintoki; if it isn't the rare client asking for help, it's one of his friends annoyances (or so he calls them) stumbling into you two, or some two-bit villain hatching the latest evil plan that's plaguing Edo this week

Then there's Shinpachi and Kagura, who stick to the man like gum on a shoe. Sure, you do adore them, but babysitting two kids while trying to spend quality time with Gintoki can get old—you're dating a penniless samurai, not a struggling single dad!

Don't bother expecting him to get jealous or possessive; if someone were to flirt with you in front of him, it'd go right over his head

You would have to spell it out for him after the fact, and even then he'd stare at you with those dead fish eyes, wondering what you wanted him to do about it

Wait a second, you must be thinking. All of these bullet points so far have only listed the cons of dating this bastard! Where's the good stuff? What are the pros?

There aren't any, sorry to say. You're better off dumping him like yesterday's garbage and moving on to someone worth your time

Which is probably what Gintoki would say, if forced at gunpoint to answer truthfully; he has no clue why you tied your fate to him of all people

You, on the other hand, might reply with:

He's constantly finding excuses to touch you. His head in your lap while he reads Jump on the couch, his ankle brushing yours under the table when dining out, his arm tossed around your shoulders as you walk

As much as he loudly complains and huffs and rolls his eyes, he doesn't stop you when you steal food from his plate. He'll even let you swipe some of his parfait, despite threatening to make you pay for another. It'd be easy for him to slap your hand away, but he never does

Romantic he may not be, but you know just how much he wants you by the way he can't keep his hands off you when the mood hits; his every touch elicits shivers, his mouth never strays far from yours for long, his gaze dark and intent on you

There is no one more doggedly loyal than Gintoki. No one who cares more about your wellbeing and happiness. No one else who would put you first when it matters, protect you from anything or anyone that may try to harm you

For those reasons and more, you'll deal with the many downsides that come with dating Sakata Gintoki. Not always happily, mind you, but you'll do it anyway

("Why do they even put up with him?" Shinpachi wonders aloud, watching the two of you bicker for the fifth time that day. "Stockholm syndrome," is Kagura's immediate answer.)

[goldenlaquer]

Woahhhh if asks are open... can I ask for Gintoki trying really hard to impress this girl he likes, but everything goes to absolute shit because this is Gintama? Totally fine if you delete! I still devour all your old stuff to fill my soul with life 🥹 Never come across anyone who writes Gintama as accurately as you bebe 😘

Sakata Gintoki Headcanons:

If Gintoki made a list of pros and cons about himself, it would probably read like this:

Pro: he has a big dick. (Big dick reading as BIG DICK, in bold, all-caps. Triple underlined.)

Con: he's a perfectionist. (Con: he's a liar.)

So, it isn't all that hard to imagine impressing you would be a Herculean task for Gintoki.

Asking Kagura for advice is like shooting yourself in the foot. Gin-chan is penniless, she says matter-of-factly. No lady wants a broke, mooching, deadbeat boyfriend. A pause to let him absorb these insults, and then, Papi brought Mama three heads, she kindly tells him like it's the secret to your heart, and that's very romantic in Yato culture apparently. Which reminds Gintoki that Kagura is from a different species just as much as her barely counting as female to begin with. Well, in human culture, he could give you as many heads as you'd want— but that's bases away and he's been swinging strikes all throughout this sad, unrequited game.

Asking Shinpachi— no, no. Now, that's a lost cause.

He tries. He does. He really tries.

He tries complimenting you. Suavely slide in a comment about how your teeth looks like it could bite into hard candy, no problem. That your hair doesn't look as dry and brittle today than it did yesterday, and oh wow, your tits look... wow. Double thumbs up.

He tries paying for your meal, to show that he can provide for you, that he's not going to be the broke, mooching, deadbeat boyfriend Kagura deemed him to be. Work a few odd jobs and have all the correct bills in his normally depleted wallet, even break a comb on his hair and get dressed to the nines in his nice, regular clothes that passed the sniff inspection when he shook it out from a pile of unwashed laundry— and it's just, while on the way to his favorite family diner he invited you to, he's passing by a pachinko parlor, with all of its flashy get-rich-quick displays and bright dinging noises from within, and that was when he's suddenly sensing it... the taste of victory. Long story short, the only thing he'll end up tasting is the strawberry parfait that you paid for.

Whatever poor progress that manages to inch forward always ends straight back to the negatives. Damn the perverted stalker and her masochistic plays she forces on him. Damn the timing and whatever deity has pitted against him when you step onto the scene to the sight of him wielding a paddle as the stalker squeals happily while tied to the wooden cross. No, this isn't— he wants to tell you, but your expression has already smoothed into a carefully blank canvas before you turn your back to him and walk away to leave him to... it. No, this isn't what it looks like, he wants to scream.

In a mood of desperation and shots deep in cheap gutter sake, he'd even wrote a poem in the dead of night, detailing the color of your eyes and all the things they reminded him of, invented a new word just to make a rhyme with your name, how the sound of your voice catches in his chest when he hears it— shit if he knew anything about pretty words, he'd never wrote anything longer than a drawn penis before— and once he was done, what he did next was ball the whole sheet up, open the nearest window, and pitch it to the stars. The lamest shit he ever did in his life will be taken to his grave.

Sometimes, because his name is Gintoki, and he is the protagonist of a septic tank for low hanging fruit comedy series called 'Gintama', sometimes the whole universe is against him.

There is a two episode-length arc the occurs, but due to the time-constraints of these headcanons and the writer's own laziness, the details of it shall not be outlined, but please know it involves an exposition, conflict, rising action, a climax (and not the good kind), falling action, some explosions and a tiny grave misunderstanding that leaves you storming from the wreckage in fury and exasperation, and Gintoki catching your wrist, spinning you around to face him. Emotions and adrenaline running high, chests heaving in exertion, and seeing your face covered in soot and sweat and your eyes huge and wet, looking damn more beautiful than you have any right to be, that's when Gintoki finally decides to put his big balls to use and confess himself to you. Opening his mouth and—

Plotfully, the wind picks up, and then suddenly a wadded ball of paper rolls to hit your feet. Both you and Gintoki look down to stare at this interruption. You bend down to pick it up and unfold the ball, startling at whatever you find, snapping your eyes up to him. "Gin, your name is on here?"

Shit! Gintoki realizes, recognizing the paper now. This is the worst possible timing! My stupid shitty poem somehow found its way to the woman it was written for. And why the fuck did I sign it!

He looks left and right, searching for a vending machine to put his head through, and when there are none, he's scrubbing his face with his hand, looking at you and the damned poem he wrote that found it's way to you, as if was meant to be there. "I wrote it." He finally grumbles. "For you. Don't be creeped out."

Your eyes scan the page from top to bottom, reading. Your eyebrows shoot up, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"This is really what you think about me?" Your trembling voice barely above a whisper.

Gintoki pauses. Then nods. "Yeah. Every word."

Your expression blanks. You turn the wrinkled paper around. Gintoki squints.

Shit! Gintoki thinks. I was so drunk I never wrote anything down, I just drew a penis!

[doki-doki-imagines]

omg,,,, active blog that writes for gintama???? I thank you for your service.

I saw that ur asks are open!! I wanted to request gintoki, sougo and katsura headcanons with them pining after a crush that is extremely oblivious to their feelings and every time they try to confess, some mishap happens. ty!

Gintoki Sakata:

-Gintoki is so used to his luck that falling in love with an oblivious person doesn't sound that bad, theoretically.

-In practice Gintoki bumped his head so many times on the walls of his office he decided to tell you straight his feelings (he doesn't have the money to repair the walls, he can't be pathetic and more broke than usual)

-But being straightforward with his intention may not be enough when a car ran over a puddle and wetted you from the roots of your hair to the point of your toes "I have to run home to dry myself. We'll talk another day, Gin!"

-He waved back at you with the same happiness of a man walking towards death.

-Or when Zura decided his presence was needed to fight against Amanto. Or when Hijikata decided he committed actions that deserved immediate seppuku.

-Something he'll do soon anyway if luck keeps turning her back to him.

-Shinpachi saves him, in front of a cup of tea during a normal afternoon.

-"You should ask him out, I'm sure he'd accept." Shinpachi says to you. Meanwhile, Gintoki, hidden behind a wall, feels his knees giving up.

"Are you sure he is interested in me? It seems like he always tries to avoid me..." You reply, voice dripping in sadness

"It's not my fault!! I swear!!!" Gintoki thinks meanwhile.

"Yeah you should go for it. Ask him now. He is hiding behind the wall right now." The younger boy says before taking a sip of his tea

-The temperature drops, like two out of three heartbeats in the room

-Seems like your first date will be in the hospital. Maybe if Lady Luck is generous, she'll put you in the same room...

Sougo Okita:

-The main problem is that Sougo says, "I'll make you go for a walk every day" thinking it's peak romance when it's the most alarming phrase ever. You can't even call the police since he IS the police!

-You know he has no bad intentions towards you. At this point, you perfectly know how he talks and acts.

-But Sougo has patience, that's why he wanna be sure first that you are desperately in love with him before making his move.

-It has to appear like he is doing you a favour by getting together with you.

-What he doesn't consider is that not everybody falls automatically in love with his cute face.

-Seems like he'll be the one that has to work hard this time...

Koutaro Katsura:

-It's...difficult.

-He loves to pine and watch from a distance without interfering. At maximum, he enjoys helping you out. You are oblivious, thinking he is doing it just because he is a really kind friend.

-It's a mess, and Elisabeth won't help you out.

-His crush for you will come to light thanks to Gintoki, he is blabbering about stuff you don't care, and then, like a bolt out of the blue "That idiot, Zura. Can't barely ask you out, let alone-"

-Your mind couldn't hear anything less, any sound muffled."Gintoki, where is Koutaro?"

"Mh? I don't know, but I wouldn't search for him. Let the guy appear like he always does at the worst times-"

-You nod, biting your lower lip. Yeah, it's a good occasion to think some more. You have to make sure your confession will be clear even to the man with the thickest skull you know.

[corpsekiller]

i saw your pregnancy request about gintoki’s s/o and i was wondering what the angst scenario you initially thought about was, would you like to write it? pleaaaaaaaase like a second angsty version.

if for you is more simple or easier you could headcanons

thank you anyway!!!! love your works

oh my dear anon, i hope you know what you signed up for because i think you just unleashed some monster. to be fair though, i still don't think gintoki would just get up n' go for some unjustified evil reason — it's more that he just wants the best for you :(

PAIRING. sakata gintoki x fem!reader

WARNINGS. unexpected pregnancy and so much angst, mentions of blood and death if you squint

MASTERLIST FLUFF VERSION

The Yorozuya is unusually quiet tonight.

The distant rushing of cars and the faint hum of crickets outside are the only sounds cutting through the unsettling, nearly suffocating silence as you slowly walk up the stairs with a heavy heart. There's a steady tremor running through your hands when you gather the courage to slide the front door open, eyes scanning the dimly lit room for your boyfriend despite the quiet voice whispering in the back of your head, telling you to turn around before it's too late.

Before your worst fear comes true.

Gintoki is seated at the desk, slouched in his chair with his feet lazily propped up on the table, staring blankly at a dog-eared page of the newest Jump Volume though his mind doesn't seem to be focused on the story anymore.

No, it has drifted somewhere far off, lost in a weightless space he often escapes to when he doesn't want to deal with reality, with old memories that should have been buried a long time ago and yet always seem to return to torture him in quiet moments like these, when the city is at peace for once and there's no one to save. He hasn't noticed you standing in the doorway yet, hesitating for a split second before you finally force your shaking legs to move forward and step into the room.

"Gin," you call out after what feels like an eternity, voice cracking ever so slightly as you stop in front of and twist your hands in anxiety, clawing your fingers into the soft fabric of your clothes as though they're the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground.

He flinches, just for a second, before he blinks and looks up, his eyes briefly sharpening with a certain kind of recognition before slipping back into that familiar careless expression you always despised so much. There was once a time when you could find a certain glint in his eyes when he looked at you, so different from the unheeding boredom you see now — things have changed between you and you still don't know why.

"What is it? If you're here to tell me I forgot to take out the trash again, let me remind you it's part of my master plan to keep the stray cats from invading," he jokes, though there's no spark of humor in his eyes. "They respect a man with a trash fortress."

"Gintoki," you repeat, more firmly this time.

That seems to catch his attention. He sets the magazine down and turns to look at you, his eyes studying your features as if he could figure out the issue through mere telepathy. Something in your tone sounds heavy — too heavy for his usual deflections, for his sarcastic remarks and dry jokes that used to make you laugh quietly. His lazy demeanor cracks slightly, giving way to something more alert, more cautious as his shoulders tense, pulling his feet from the desk to straighten in his seat.

"What's going on?"

"I need to tell you something. It's... It's important," you mutter, swallowing around the stone that settled in the back of your throat ever since you held the pregnancy test in the palm of your hand, staring at the result through a blur of tears. Your fingers fiddle with the frayed end of your sleeve, tugging mindlessly at the loose threads at the seam as you gather the courage to tell him the truth. "I'm pregnant."

The words strike like thunder.

Gintoki's breath hitches. For a long moment, he only stares at you, his usually sharp eyes widening slightly as though trying to piece together what he just heard.

"Pregnant?" He finally repeats, his voice hollow, almost robotic. He blinks, shaking his head slightly as if trying to clear some fog from his brain. "You're joking. This is some kind of weird prank, right? Like the time Kagura told me the fridge was haunted so I'd stop stealing her snacks?"

"I'm not joking, Gin," you reply, clenching your jaw to get rid of the overly present tremor that seems to jumble every word you utter. There's a numbness that spreads through your body, cold and terrifying, settling beneath your skin as you stumble closer to him.

He stares at you for a beat longer before he lets out a dry laugh, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes as he runs a scarred hand through his unruly silver hair, over his face — as if he could wipe away the image of you standing in front of him, lost and helpless, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you stare at him.

God, he fuckin' hates how you look at him.

"No way," he finally mutters under his breath, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. "No way. This doesn't happen to guys like me... you've got the wrong fuckin' idiot."

"I know it's a lot to take in, but—"

"A lot? You're telling me you're having a kid and you think that's just a lot?" Gintoki cuts you off sharply, pushing himself up from his chair so quickly it topples over behind him with a loud crash, though he doesn't even seem to register it.

His hand comes to bury itself in his hair, tugging, pulling, yanking on a few strands as if the stinging pain could wake him from the nightmare this appears to be for him. His shoulders heave and his eyes flick towards you every so often as he paces around the room, trying to make sense of it all.

"This isn't just about you and me anymore—" His words die in the back of his throat and for a moment, he grows dangerously quiet. Then, the dam bursts. "This is... This is a kid. A whole person. Do you have any idea what that means? Do you know what kind of world they'd be born into, what kind of life they'd have if they're stuck with someone like me as their father?"

"I know, Gin," you reply, almost desperate now. Your bottom lip quivers slightly, but you bite back the sob that threatens to escape as you reach out for him, trying to grab his hand to pull him back to you. "And I'm not asking you to be perfect. I'm just asking you to stay."

As soon as your fingers brush over his wrist, right where his pulse flutters beneath his skin, he stops pacing and turns around to face you — his expression raw and unguarded in a way you've never seen before. There's a glint of fear in the crimson of his eyes, quickly hidden behind a façade of anger as he yanks his hand away and takes a step back as if trying to get some sort of distance between you and him.

"You don't get it," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've lost too much, too many people. Do you know what it's like to hold someone in your arms and watch them die because you couldn't save them? Because you weren't good enough?"

"Gin—"

His name barely leaves your lips before he cuts you off again. His voice is low, strained — like he's forcing the words out through clenched teeth.

There's a roughness to his tone, a weight dragging down every syllable. He’s not just stating a fact — he’s condemning himself, carving the words into his own flesh. His hands clench at his sides, fingers twitching as though they remember the grip of a sword, the sensation of blood slick against his palms. His silver hair falls into his eyes, hiding whatever emotion lurks there, but you can see it in the tight set of his jaw, the way his shoulders tremble just slightly.

"Because you've been doing it your entire life," you snap and the frustration in your voice surprises even you. "You've been raising Kagura and Shinpachi ever since they showed up on your doorstep. You've been protecting them every day, even if you refuse to see it."

His breath catches, but he doesn't look at you.

"No, that's different," he mutters, his voice turning hoarse, fraying at the edges. "I'm just waiting for the day something happens to them. Waiting for the moment I fail them... just like I failed before."

There's a pause — he kind that stretches, suffocating in its silence. When he speaks again, it's barely above a whisper.

"You’re better off without me. Both of you are."

The words hang between you, bitter and raw. His hands unclench, falling uselessly at his sides. He looks exhausted, hollow — like he’s already convinced himself of this truth, like he's been living with it for far too long.

"Don't say that," you plead, shaking your head as your throat tightens, the weight of unspoken words pressing against your chest. Your vision blurs and tears well up, stubbornly clinging to your lashes but refusing to fall. "You're not alone anymore, Gin. You don't have to keep running from everything. You're stronger than you think and I—"

"Stop."

The word slices through the air like a blade — cold and final. His jaw tightens and his hands curl into fists at his sides, digging his fingernails into the skin of his palms with enough force to draw blood. For a second, something flickers across his face — hesitation, perhaps even regret — but it's gone before you can grasp it.

"I need time," Gintoki mutters, so quiet you barely catch it. His voice is rough, frayed at the edges as if it physically hurts to speak. "I need time to think."

The silence that follows is deafening and yet you wait - for him to say something else, to look at you, to give you anything, but he doesn't, and deep down, you know he won't. Instead, he turns away and his shoulders slump, subtly but enough for you to notice, crushed under the weight of everything he refuses to share. His steps a slow, reluctant, but unwavering nonetheless.

Then he walks out the door.

The sound of his footsteps fades into the night, leaving only emptiness in their wake.

And you — his friend, his lover, his something — are left standing in the hollow silence of the room, fighting the urge to chase after him, to fall to your knees and beg him if that's what it takes to make him stay. Your arms wrap protectively around your stomach as if bracing yourself against the ache that threatens to consume you and then tears begin to fall, unchecked and unstoppable.

Fuck, it hurts.

And yet, you refuse to give into the despair completely.

Because even though Gintoki is gone now, you believe — hope —that he will come back.

[justpendule]

What is ur favorite HC for ginzura ?!

I don't really know if it can be called a headcanon but I'd say the fact that they understand each other better than anyone else. I think that they have a perfect understanding of one another and know exactly how to act in any given situation when the other is involved. They know each other limit, and know what can set the other off, which explains why, though Gintoki always looks somewhat fed up by Katsura's foolishness, he never gets angry, because Katsura never crosses the limit. And I believe it works the same the other way, Gintoki knows exactly how to deal with Katsura's reactions and know when to stop pretending like he doesn't care about him. As for headcanons in the literal sense, I've never really thought about it, actually!

[suchine-toki]

An idea for an episode that will never happen: Tsukuyo and Takasugi look for tobacco together for their kiserus (they're unaware that they both know Gintoki). Kind of like that episode where Hijikata tried to get some cigarettes and even went to another planet lol

[kuromitos]

Beach date hcs with your fave gintama characters? Thanks!

Alright! Thanks for requesting!

Why pay for your date when the beach is free?

(Gintama Beach dates headcanon)

Gintoki Sakata

With Gin here, he may invite you out to the beach for the two of you only, but it's going to turn into a family event with Kagura and Shinpachi in tow.

You don't mean but he does. He got to deal with these kids all day every day, can't he have one day alone with his partner?

No Gin. You can't when you got kids. Thems the rules (゜゜;)＼(--;)

Because of the surprise guests, he doesn't have much money for snacks or other fun stuff there.

No problem cause you brought stuff from home, including food.

You guys have a cute little picnic on the beach. Even gets people commenting on how cute of a family you guys are.

Gin is falling for you even more now.

You guys sit in the shade while watching the kids play in the water. Gintoki takes advantage of the small private moment and snuggle up to you.

He enjoys it for a while til he gets hit in the face with a bech ball by Kagura. Start chasing her for revenge, but he buried now.

By the end of the day, he apologized for how it didn't go well, but you stopped him by saying you had a great time. You didn't mean cause you still got to spend time with him.

Toshirou Hijikata

Hijikata is such a workaholic, I feel it would be difficult to get him to take you on a beach date. You probably have to lay some hints down first.

"Sure is hot out this week. I would so love it if someone would take me to the beach." (゜.゜)

"preferably my boyfriend who have some pay off days to use on his beloved partner " (ﾟ_ﾟ)

"*sigh* do you want to go tomorrow, y/n?" " really? I would love too."

On the date tho, he came prepared. I mean everything you need for a beach date. Parasol, towels, sunscreen.

Even made a basket of food for you guys. It's has mayo smothered on it but it's the thought that counts, right? (^-^;

I won't get completely in the water with you. Mainly, get his feet wet in the shallow water watching you from afar.

"Hey toshi! Come on in, the water feels great!" "I'm fine! You be careful, though!" "I'll be fine! Don't-" *seaweed touch your foot* "AAAHHH! TOSHIROU SAVE ME! SOMETHING JUST TOUCH ME!" "( ´～｀) I'm coming."

He'll secretly take pictures of you making sandcastles, playing in the water, just you being cute.

You make sandcastle together ❤️

When the sun starts to set, I can see him wanting to just walk on the beach together, hand in hand. It was a nice end for a nice day.

Hope you enjoy this. Not exactly sure what you do on a beach date but I hope it still good!

That's all I got. Bye for now (*´ﾉ∀`*)

[bulleheart]

If they play hide and seek , zura will always win . I think shoyo is the only one who can caught him

Oh absolutely. In fact I truly believe they one had a game where they couldn't find him for like an hour or two. Both Gintoki and Takasugi came to Shoyo in near tears and Shoyo found him in like two minutes

[zurajanaizurakoda]

Katsura's Lasik Adventure

This post is still on my mind, where Elizabeth discovers that Katsura has always had bad eyesight but hates Amanto technology and refuses to acknowledge that there's anything wrong with him. Specifically when I suggested Elizabeth would want to perform non-consensual Lasik on him while he slept. I'd like to clarify that non-consensual activities are normally very bad but this is a scenario that would very much happen in Gintama, wouldn't be weird by their standards, and would make you laugh. So anyway,

(mild warning for comedic violence, especially if you don't like eye trauma)

Gin and Elizabeth accidentally knock Katsura out while fighting over whether they knock him out or drug him (Of course Gin is on this shit, Elizabeth showed up and indicated through signs that she intended to fuck with Katsura-san in a way that is morally indefensible and technically felony assault, but in the end would be beneficial to him and might even help keep him safe and Gin didn't even put up a pretense of asking for a payment, he was down with that.

(to be fair, I think Gin feels this way about anyone vulnerable to social degradation)

Also, yes, they were arguing about how to kidnap Katsura right in front of him, he's famous for not paying attention.

So anyway, he's already unconscious so why look a gift horse in the mouth. It takes them all of fifteen seconds to convince the Lasik people that Katsura was nervous and got drunk before the procedure (because Gintama) and (because Gintama) it's either a 5 second procedure reminiscent of scanning a barcode or it's a lengthy horror scene reminiscent of the dentist episode where Katsura is strapped into a machine in a blatant rip-off of Clockwork Orange and you don't see the procedure, just the increasingly distressed looks on Gin and Elizabeth's faces as you hear sounds of power tools that should not under any circumstances be used around eyes. You know there is no in between.

In any case Katsura is fine by the next scene and they leave him where he was knocked out. As he's waking up it occurs to them they never came up with a reason for his eyesight to change and as Katsura sees leaves on trees for the first time they run through a dozen unlikely scenarios before they settle on convincing him he must have hit his head in the exact right spot to activate superhuman vision. (Medically plausible! Didn't you hear about that one guy in that one place?) And within a minute Katsura's convinced that his eyesight was always fine but now it's omniscient.

He proceeds to lecture Gin and Elizabeth on their poor eyesight, drawing attention to things any sane person would notice normally like he's unveiling clues at a crime scene, laughs boisterously about everything and being generally insufferable until they mutually decide to kick his ass (most Katsura-centric plots involve this in some way)

To everyone's surprise, he becomes more clumsy (because he's distracted by everything) and his swordsmanship becomes significantly worse (because he's used to fighting based on sound and vague movement and all the new visual information is confusing and overwhelming) And for a week or two Elizabeth and the Yorozuya are forced to shadow him and keep him out of trouble like a Buttons and Mindy episode (90's kids, amirite?)

[writing-in-sin]

GinHiji thoughts: Lazy afternoons

Its a cool lazy afternoon and GinHiji are in their room.

Gintoki is taking a nap while Toushirou's by the windows folding their fresh sun warmed clothes. The sleeves of his kimono is held back by a white strip of cloth with the breeze playing with his hair

and Gintoki wakes up to that 

He'd stare for a long moment, heart full and aching sweetly in his chest before Toushirou takes notice 

Without a word, Toushirou would pat his lap and Gintoki doesn't need anymore invitation than that and would lie his head on Toushirou's lap.

For a long moment, they would look up at each other with soft smiles on their faces as Toushirou cards his fingers through Gintoki's hair and Gintoki would take a hold of that hand to place a kiss on Toushirous's palm

They spend their afternoon just like that, Gintoki on Toushirou's lap while his mayora folds their clothes 

Both happy and content

[sugar-coated-satan]

So i made this headcanon fan art about conversation between kid Gintoki and Shoyo . Sorry its so messyyyy

[nanamatox3]

Hello!! Can I ask for headcanons for Gintoki, Hijikata and Okita getting the kabedon treatment by their crush? Bonus points if said crush is short so it looks kind of ridiculous lol. Thank you and good luck with the blog!

Yaaay some Gintama <3 thank you so much! Hope you like Them cutie~

Sakata Gintoki:

The last thing Gin would expect for today was to end up in such an position with you....

As you stare at him intently waiting for an answer to your question

He'll look at you for a sec....blink....and you think you can see him blush???? But he'll turn his head to the side

ofc we'll tease you a bit cause your just so small not his fault you didnt eat your greens

" oi, oi, are you trying to trap me, shortie??" he ask's raising a brow

Hijikata Toshiro:

He was just on his way to Kondo then bam! You pushing him against a wall

Poor hijikata is so going to be so flusterd

"O-o-oi, what are you doing....." (blush blush aaaah so cute)

You stare up at him for a minute

In that time there are going so many questions in his head

"Nothing, what are you doing?" you ask while smiling up hat him, you just love teasing him hes so cute all blushy n shit

And with that you just walk alway leaving tomato red hijikata there

Okita Sugo:

Oh boy....

That fucker will give you an amused, sharp grin

Looking down at you with a look thats a lil too smug

Oh no, you wanted to back out....knowing this was probably an bad idea

You just realized he let you corner him...

RUNNN

"Oh? trying to assert you dominance now are you?" he teases

Before you can react he'll swiftly spin you around, pinning you against the wall

"But remember.... Im the one who always takes the lead."

[doki-doki-imagines]

Can I ask for Gintoki, Kamui, Sougo, and Takasugi’s reaction to their s/o (fem but you can write gn as well) telling them they got brazilian wax from a man? I think it would be funny HAHHA

Gintoki Sakata:

-“Did you even have to pay? He should have been the one to pay you!”

-He is gonna pester you until you tell him how much you spent on the treatment.

-“That much? Maybe I should start offering that service…” His eyes suddenly great dreamy, thinking about the money he could make without having to suffer too much.

“Yeah, Otose is also a client there! It could be a good way to pay rent.”

-The dream suddenly disappears, and it feels like the room got colder.

“No, I think I’ll keep going like this for now.” Gintoki's reply is curt. The idea of being that close to Otose, again, brings bad memories back to his mind.

Kamui:

-“How was it? Did it taste good? I could get one too.”

-He doesn’t know what you are talking about, his brain stopped comprehending after he heard the word “wax”.  In any case, he doesn’t seem too interested, already training with Abuto.

-I don’t suggest trying to explain the situation, mostly because he won’t listen and “If you have all this free time, let’s train together!”

-Good luck, your prank failed in multiple ways.

Sougo Okita:

-“Why ask another man for that? If you wanted to do wax play you could have just asked me-“

-You really poked the wasp nest. Maybe a wasp nest isn’t enough, more like a polar bear.

-Hope you trust Sougo a lot. The combination of him and warm wax is truly a terrifying combo.

Shinsuke Takasugi:

-“Mh” He hums, taking a puff from his kiseru “Do you need to say something else?”

-Shinsuke isn’t a jealous man, too engulfed in his own anguish and anger there isn’t a lot of stuff that can hurt him.

-“Nah, he was really tall tho, like impressive, he barely fit in the room.” You reply with a chuckle to lighten the mood.

He nods, back turned so you couldn’t see the little vein popping on his neck.

-Not a lot of stuff can scratch his ego, but damn, he hates getting reminded that he is short…

[corpsekiller]

Hey, welcome back ^^!! How about a fluffy drabble about Gintoki and his s/o on an arcade date? Gin seems like the type of guy that would try to win a plush from a UFO catcher machine to impress his partner only to end up losing like $50 lmao. Thank you!!

my beloved anon, i'm so sorry you had to wait so long for your request. i really loved writing this and i hope you like it <3

PAIRING. sakata gintoki x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. fluff, language

MASTERLIST

The static hum of the neon lights fills the arcade, irradiating the endless rows of claw machines and blinking game screens with a flickering hue of pink, green and blue. The laughter of other couples and small children echoe around you and you can faintly smell the sweetness of cotton candy and waffles, though right now, your focus is solely on the silver-haired samurai by your side who's staring down a UFO catcher machine like it just ate the last of his beloved chocolate parfait.

"Alright, Strawberry-san," he mutters lowly and cracks his knuckles, glaring at the red plushie that stares back at him with beady black eyes and an innocent smile. “You think you’re so smug, sitting there just out of reach… well, guess what? I’m taking you down.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle a laugh because somehow, he's acting like he's preparing for a battle against worst enemy and not a simple machine made from metal and plastic, without a soul and mind — judging by the way he stares at the joystick beneath his hands though, you're afraid he might actually start throwing punches at the thick glass separating him from the plushie.

With a flourish, he jams in his first coin.

A giggle escapes you, sweet and lighthearted, despite the gravity etched into his facial expression, but he doesn't pay much attention to you. Instead, he glares at the claw, his brows furrowed in deep concentration as he maneuvers it just above the plush before he slams the button with palm of his hand and leans forward.

His nose is almost pressed up against the window, though he doesn't seem to care much about how foolish he actually looks. No, he's too caught up in watching the claw descend slowly, teetering before it latches — well, sort of grazes — the plush. The strawberry trembles, then it tumbles back into the pile.

"Y'know, I read somewhere these machines are always rigged. Maybe we could just get ice cream instead?" You ask with a grin, leaning against him.

"Rigged?" He scoffs, offering you an offended look before he turns back towards the machine with narrowed eyes. His mouth curves into a soft frown as he fiddles in the pocket of his pants, searching for some lose change to feed the machine with. "This? Rigged? Listen, my pride’s on the line. I’m not letting some overpriced heap of metal and gears get the best of me. I have a reputation to uphold here."

"Alright, go on," you snort amusedly, motioning towards the claw machine. "I won't stop you from wasting more money, Gin."

One coin turns into five, then ten.

At this point, he's already stringing together foul insults you didn't even know were part of his vocabulary, sputtering curses and excuses under his breath like this machine was probably designed by aliens and if I were twenty years younger, I’d dismantle this thing with my bare hands while his hands maneuver the claw, tightening dangerously around the joy sticks.

There's a vein popping between his creased brows, pulsing steadily as Gintoki's frustration rises to something akin to sheer hatred for the machine. The knuckles of his fingers turn white under the brute force of his grasp around the controls, so intense that you actually think you can hear the wires snap under the building tension of his strength.

"How about I give it a try, hm?" You offer with a wide grin, sneakily reaching for the controls, but you only come as far as brushing the tips of your fingers over the surface before Gintoki is already stopping you.

“Hey, hey, don’t go underestimating me," he tuts with one hand gently clasped around your wrist, slowly shaking his head as if you just insulted his entire bloodline by offering to try and win the plushie yourself. "If I don’t beat this thing, what kind of samurai am I? I’ll be known as the guy who lost a duel to a strawberry plush. Can’t have that on my resume.”

With a sigh — and perhaps a hint of desperation — he inserts yet another coin. Slowly, the claw drifts down for the nth time that day, wobbles unsteadily, and, in a miracle, grips the strawberry plush. Your jaw drops in disbelief and your boyfriend inhales sharply, clenching his fists and grinding his teeth, his expression eerily unreadable as he presses the button.

"Come on," he mumbles, a single drop of sweat trailing down his temple. "Come on, don't disappoint me."

The claw begins its painfully slow journey upwards and for a second, you're convinced he might actually win this time — both your faces are pressed up against the window, your hot breath fogging up the window as the two of you watch every small movement, completely mesmerized.

But then, the machine quivers and, with a devastating drop that causes both of you to scream in horror, the claw releases its hold and sends the strawberry plush back into the endless pile. For a moment, you just gape through the glass, trying to process what just happened before you slowly turn your face to catch a glimpse of Gintoki.

"Y'know," he says quietly, mindlessly staring off into space. "Maybe I was wrong. Some things are just... unattainable."

Disappointment hangs to every word he speaks, lips curved into a soft pout and — wait a second, are those seriously tears pricking at the corners of his eyes!? God, he's so dramatic, it's almost adorable.

"Gintoki, you know it's fine, right?" You smile softly, lifting your hand to give his arm a reassuring squeeze. "It’s a silly plush. I’d rather have you win me some takoyaki or, like, a bottle of strawberry milk. Besides... you've already won the most important thing."

"And that would be?"

"My heart, you idiot," you reply with a chuckle, nudging him with your elbow.

He glances at you, a little surprised, and then he quickly looks away, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “Geez, you’re so easy to please. How’d I get so lucky?”

Before you can answer, he slips an arm around you to pull you closer and presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

“Alright, no more of this sappy stuff. C’mon, I’ll get you some ice cream and a good ol' strawberry milk. Forget the stupid plush," he announces proudly like you were the one sobbing crocodile tears over a lost game against a machine mere seconds ago. Still, you don't fail to notice how his cheeks flush and the corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile — the tears have subsided along with his overdramatic act, the catcher machine apparently long forgotten as he drags you away.

But as you walk out of the arcade with his arm around your shoulders, you notice he keeps glancing back at the machine, almost like he's promising to come back and try again someday. Sure, he's been defeated by nothing more than metal and gears, but with you here, nestled safely against his side, he looks more than satisfied.

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[lostusagis]

Fighting Style Profile

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Bold what always or often applies. italicize sometimes or situational. cross out nevers. repost, don’t reblog.

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[keroppidreams]

gintoki's probably the type of boyfriend who gives his partner random stuff he found on the sidewalk while walking back home, drunk af. sure, the cute keychain he gave you might be a little scratched up and probably belonged to some grade schooler who's most likely crying about their lost keychain, but it's the thought that counts right?!