
[Gintama X Noragami] Observation Log of the White Yaksha and the God of Calamity
[银魂x野良神]白夜叉与祸津神的观察日志
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Together We're Silver, Apart We're Stars Across the Sky
No original protagonists, no self-insert romance. Recommendations centered on Gintoki. I read widely and keep this list for myself, often skipping around. Faithfulness to the original's feel matters most. Maybe one day I'll make a collection of my recommendations.
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Gintoki Sakata
Gintoki fanfiction: no pairing and crack pairings
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My Favorites
Offbeat anime-inspired fanfiction
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Derivative Fiction
Enter at your own risk.
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Silver-centered, with Silver as the bottom. No self-insert romance. Since this is a collection, there are quite a few older and abandoned fics.
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Ah, today, I was looking through the bookshelf of "Gintoki" and came across this book. I recalled what the author said "you won't get into trouble." This and that and so on. What a coincidence, Noragami is also finished this year. I must have finished writing/starting an update on this book, so I entered it with great anticipation and in one mood or another. . . Ahhhhh, there's an update!!? Are you still taking a roundabout way - how can you repair it -!
I feel that Gin-san will never turn into a monster no matter what, after all, this is a literal Gintama! It's not like Noragami has never set a precedent for keeping his human form even after knowing his name(`
Please do some more extras... I really want to say this, but what about those people in the prison! Let's just let Kyon go on stage and pull Otome to rebel, let's all run away happily and repair the ghost weapon. If we continue to fight, the ghost weapon will become a blessing weapon, and the lovely Yuki will be unemployed... But will Yukine die young... In the future, Katsura and Takasugi will come to the private school, how will Gintoki's birthday be celebrated... So, I am getting more and more curious, please do some extra!
Even after watching it for the second time, I couldn't help but feel my fists tighten. You grasped the essence of Gintama very firmly! Ah, yes, yes, just press your hands and write, write quickly, write quickly, write quickly... (In a daze)...
Blackened to silver, my body and mind are in tatters, Sihasha, I will no longer be a human being!
Hehehehe, Gin-chan... The blackened Gin-chan hso hehehehe... (XP is the blackened older child's second disease)
Ah, Gin-chan. People can't, at least not! Once your gray hair is gone, you will become a more powerful uncle! (No, what am I talking about
I suddenly discovered that, in other words, adding together the author's comments is basically equivalent to a small theater! So as long as we leave a lot of messy comments like "Play a Super Thunderbolt Invincible Card" and "The author has eaten hot pot today", we can let the author add updates in disguise? Perhaps this means that the people do not receive any additional benefits but the country is satisfied (satisfaction).
According to the current low presence of these two people, the income of Wanshiwu is worrying (Yunbei
To A Ming: The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at the 45°C angle. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they had legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends were floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good when you came down!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breather?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. If you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, moving towards hope step by step. Step by step, we are heading towards the bottom of the pit, feeling numb, tired, and struggling. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling. It is really not a pleasant posture. However, when crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit. I looked at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste, I am waiting for tomorrow's food. I am a fish with its head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping until the day the food suffocates me to death. But I mostly use the "squatting" posture. This is a posture that is blended into my blood and engraved in my bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45°C skyward posture. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they can't learn squatting at all. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. The Creator is so discriminatory to them that you can hardly believe that they have any fun in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit, like me, looking up to the sky, crying in the wind; maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, like me, with long hair on my face and detached nails. Crawling towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable, do you know who I am? Www, another pit. However, there will always be several pitfalls in life, so we must bravely face one pit after another! This is life!!!