#kokuto

[owarinaki]

Kara No Kyoukai 1 - Fukan Fuukei (2007) : Shiki Ryougi 3 END

[tenzen-chan]

Coloring.

[gutros]

⛓️🔥

[pipstr]

[ramixha]

Sup fellow tumblr! I hope I’m back for good 🤞

Bleach TYBW came out and my phase for Bleach come back on full blast on my face! Have anime redraw for now, maybe.. maaaaybeeee I do a sketch of these two. Again, no promises tho. 😞🤞

[ichigoshiro]

Kokuto~

Pose taken from the Hellverse booklet.

Bleach (c) Tite Kubo

[we-are--the-hearts]

Down in the depths of the pit in which he'd been thrown and chained, Kokuto felt a presence far above him and slowly, he lifted his head, long white hair brushing his cheeks, chains shifting and clinking against each other. He hummed quietly, curious, for it seemed that a new arrival had just been cast into Hell and what was more, was that he was strong.

Not as strong as Ichigo, but plenty strong.

Strong... and angry, wrathful with a sharp wit and a temper that was quick to draw blood. Interesting.

With a roll of his shoulders, the chains shifting and chiming almost like bells, the sinner got ready to rise from his confinement, chains or no chains.

He had to go see this.

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Above, Tokinada Tsunayashiro choked on black sand, hacking and coughing, and he was livid, wild eyed and barred teeth. He had clearly lost his cool and noble bearing, although most would after being sent to Hell. Seemed his past actions had finally caught up with him and it was quite a list.

His plans, all his power, Hikone, it had all been for not. Tokinada had thought he was untouchable, a promised ruler of the realms, but death was not bias. It killed without discrimination and Hell claimed souls without judge or jury.

He was still conscious, still existed, but he was trapped, a manacle around his noble throat and two around his wrists, chains leading from them. Raging, he drew his zanpakuto and attempted to break his shackles, adding his reiatsu to his cause, but of course the chains did not come undone. They didn't even bend or chip and Tokinada snarled, panting.

Damn it! Damn it to Hell!

Tokinada paused to catch his breath, and even that angered him; that he could be winded so easily. It disgusted him and this realm, this place, the hatred and agony was thick here, like oil on his skin; just ready for a match to set them all alight.

Then he heard the footsteps upon the sand and sharply looked up, highly annoyed at having been caught looking so pathetic, quite willing to kill the spy. He readied his sword, grip tight upon the hilt.

Kokuto crossed the sand with calm, precise steps, his black blade resting against his shoulder, and he came to stand in front of Tokinada, the sinner raising an eyebrow at the panting, raving man before him. Tall, square shoulders, soft blond hair that was currently a mess, and those eyes... golden, hard and as hot as a brand. They burned with hatred, with disgust, with the deepest contempt, and Kokuto smiled, smoothly.

The sinner swung his dark hooked sword easily from his shoulder, pointing it towards the other almost casually, and Tokinada's eyes caught fire! How dare that disgusting nobody challenge him! He would kill him and spread his remains across this blasted desert!

The newly condemned had no words, he simply snarled, his hatred overtaking him and Tokinada rushed forward in a burst of black sand towards Kokuto, his zanpakuto at the ready. He wanted to see the sinner's blood and Kokuto saw him coming and... laughed, his smile sharp.

Yes, yes, that beautiful, prefect anger, that crisp hatred. They needed that to survive and this one had it in spades. Wonderful.

So they danced across the black sinner sand, blades clashing, metal on metal and sending sparks flying when they touched. Kokuto was faster and more powerful, but he was not going in for the kill; he wanted to see what Tokinada could do, push him to his limit and past it. So he twisted out of the way, blocking and evading with only a bit of effort, almost lazily, and it was clear that he was aggravating Tokinada even more.

Good, keep coming! Harder, faster! Let your hatred consume you!

To be so powerful, so on top of the world, only to have it all stripped away and shackled.... The loss was maddening, and thus the shinigami continued to pursue Kokuto, wanting to ease himself a little with the sadistic pleasure of pinning the sinner and torturing him to death.

His anger pushed him hard, but he was still winded from before, still so new to Hell and weaker because of it. He would be better refreshed, if you could be such a thing in this place, and it wasn't long before Kokuto decided to end their fight, violet eye narrowed slightly.

The sinner twisted his arm and swept out one of his chains, both a shackle and a weapon, and the unseen chain swept under one of Tokinada's legs and wrapped around his ankle, only seen once it cut into the other's leg. Tokinada flinched, attempted to step back, eyes widening in surprise, and then Kokuto yanked sharply on the chain and Tokinada's foot came out from under him, tossing him onto his back. He attempted to get up, shunpo away, but he was to stunned and to tired, he wasn't fast enough.

The black blade and Kokuto were instantly above him and... the devilish smile on the sinner's face was anything but sane and then the sword came down swiftly and pierced Tokinada harshly through the center of his chest, pinned the shinigami to the sand. He screamed, his throat raw, the pain horrid and tearing, but still Tokinada swore and fought and spat, hair in his face and trying to fight his way up to the sinner to tear him asunder.

He was like an angry cat; an elegant, enraged, hissing fluff ball.

Kokuto snickered and stepped on the other's throat above his shackle, pressed down, hard and slow, to stop that screaming, silence the newcomer. Tokinada choked, forced into silence. He could barely breathe and he couldn't...get Kokuto off of him!

“Shhh,” the sinner hissed, his smile cruel and full, “That's enough. You put up quite a fight, so you've won a reprieve.”

Reprieve?! For him?! From this bastard? Sure, Kokuto was strong, he had bested Tokinada, leaving the other panting and pained and run through in the sand but that didn't mean the shinigami had to like it. Tokinada grit his teeth.

“Peasant!” he spat angrily, choked out, “How dare you... speak to me like that! I will gut... you and spread your.... entrails... across the sand... for you insolence! I-”

Kokuto hummed and a slight twist of his blade silenced those insults from the other man's lips, Tokinada screaming in pain, flushed with a sheen of sweat across his skin, and god that hurt!

“Now, now, don't get fussy,” the sinner almost cooed, “I missed your vitals on purpose, but that's easy to remedy. Might break a rib or two as well, hm?”

His tone was so calm and casual but so damn sadistic, it made Tokinada feel a flash of fear. He had no doubt that this man would have no qualms about killing him. He might have even enjoyed it. It was the type of man Kokuto was.

The sword had entered to the left side of the shinigami's breast bone, between his fifth and sixth rib. It had barely missed his organs but if Kokuto wanted to, he could twist his blade enough to not only spread and crack two of Tokinada's ribs, but also pop a lung and do other fatal damage.

Tokinada was proud, and angry and bitter, but he wasn't a fool and he didn't want to die. So it was with deep loathing that he quieted, stopped fighting.

“...Who...are you?...What do you... want?” Tokinada groaned, laying on the ground and trying not to breath to deeply, less the blade nick his lung as it expanded for air.

A heartbeat, two, and Kokuto smiled; jagged and dripping with hate and insanity.

“Easy,” he purred, “I need your hatred.”

[monoukotori]

I didn't know the........ owl from episode g assassin's name was supposed to be "Cocteau" because the scans I read romanized it as "Kokuto"

I think Kokuto is the cuter version and I will continue to call him that, because this character in particular having a super uwu cutesy name fills me with joy

[chuck-clenney]

Right near Amami airport, we rolled over to Higo Nōen 肥後農園 in Kasari, where we can buy fresh Kokuto black sugar directly at the farm where it was grown. The farmer even gave Atsuko a sugar cane stick so that we could suck the raw cane juice out of it. It was a tasty snack to enjoy on the way to @sangobeachjapan in Yamato-son for BBQ times. 🍖 #奄美 #奄美大島 #一から #黒糖 #砂糖 #笠利 #鹿児島 #南国 #農園 #直売 #日本 #制作 #サトキビジュース #bbq #バーベキュー #amami #amamioshima #kasari #kokuto #black #sugar #farm #farmlife #kagoshimajapan #kagoshima #kagofancreator #kagofan #visitjapan #barbecue #islandlife (at 奄美大島) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjR15rgJqIp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[owarinaki]

The Garden of Sinners / Kara no kyoukai 8: Satsujin Kousatsu (Kou)

Shiki thinks Kokutou is dead

[mhaikkun]

the unknowable man

[geckkoo]

Yeahhhhh yeah yeahhhh yeahhhh

[catshavefeelings]

I'm playing through jack jeanne right now and decided to edit out all the text from the play posters as i play through the game

Here's the sleepless king!

[jackjeannebrainrot]

💠らくがき_ハロウィン by Shin Towada

Suzu Orimaki Soshiro Yonaga Mitsuki Shirota

Kai Mutsumi Kokuto Neji Sarafumi Takashina

[bkfuel]

Kokuto Neji - Jack Jeanne

[ririya-translates]

Kokuto Neji's Story

Translation of Neji's concept art short story (original) for his birthday on March 22nd. Story by Shin Towada (JJ lead writer and Ishida's sister). Art by Lownine. Much like the others, there aren't really any spoilers as it's at the very beginning of the game before the first play.

The stage is a gigantic machine. Jacks and Jeannes are the gears and I'm the mechanic who assembles them all.

The darkened room is lit solely by a clattering computer with light strong enough to rival the midday sun. The bookshelves along the walls are crammed tight beyond usual capacity. The remaining books that couldn't fit have been turned into a fort on the floor. "Hmmm." Out of that pile, he easily picks out a book while holding a cup of coffee in his other hand. The one craning his neck towards the computer screen is the owner of this room. He's a third-year at Univeil Drama School. Working under somewhat special circumstances, he's the leader of Quartz: Kokuto Neji. His classmates include the Quartz Al Jeanne, Sarafumi Takashina, and Jack Ace, Kai Mutsumi. Taking liberal advantage of Univeil's culture of respect for personal autonomy, Neji doesn't just write and perform. He's able to act as both a Jack and a Jeanne, using his many talents to bring the performance together. Even now, he's in the middle of making preparations for the newcomers' performance. His eyes dart around as he scrolls through the screen. He's fidgety inside his head. For this reason, a knock at the door rings out unusually strongly.

"Yes, yes, come iiiin!" As Neji snaps back to reality, he opens the door with a feeling of anticipation. "Thanks." Behind the door stands a person with pale skin and soft hair. So soft it's as if the colour has faded and dissolved. This utterly adorable person raises his eyes towards Neji. "Why on earth would you call me over here then ignore me? I have things to do too you know." The edge of criticism in his voice gives a very different impression from his outside appearance. "Sorry about that, Shirota!" Mitsuki Shirota. He's a second-year, one year below Neji. As one would expect from his looks, he's been assigned to female roles as a Jeanne. "Honestly, I didn't think you'd actually show up." Shirota's eyes grow sharper as he speaks without hesitation. "Using a first-year as your carrier pigeon, what kind of excuse is that?" Neji had casually requested one of the brand new Quartz students to send Shirota to his office. "Well weren't you the one who told me to stop asking Kai to do things?" "Obviously. You shouldn't be using our Jack Ace for your trivial errands." "Right, so instead I asked this new person to be a pinch hitter." "I said to stop doing that too. Ugh, what do you want?" "How did that kid get you to come here? What kinda trap did he use?" "…You called me here for no reason didn't you. I'm leaving." "Hey, wait!" As Shirota turns to leave, Neji holds out both of his hands as if to say 'I'm sorry, I'm screwed up!' Shirota's expression darkens, recognizing that Neji hasn't reflected on his actions one bit. "So? What do you want?" Neji prefaces his words with, "I guess I messed up a bit," before finally cutting to the chase. "What is your impression of the first-years?" Shirota furrows his brow. "You asked Fumi and Kai this too, didn't you?" "You're right, I did!" He had asked both Fumi and Kai the same question. "If you have answers from both the Al Jeanne and Jack Ace, that should be enough. Why do you need to ask me too?" "What are you talking about?! You're our Tresor. You're our flower too!" Tresor is the name for Univeil Jeannes with strong singing abilities. The title suits Shirota perfectly. His outstanding vocal talents add vibrant colour to their performances. It's popular with audiences too. "I am glad you're with Quartz still though. I know you're pretty in-demand with Rhodonite." Shirota stays silent at the mention of that name. Univeil is divided into four separate classes with their own special traits. As the "transparent" Quartz class, they are primarily made up of inexperienced performers who have yet to find their true colours. This could put the class at a disadvantage, but really there are quite a few who enrol brimming with hidden talents. Quartz gives them the space to let those talents free. The content of their performances are tailored specifically for the current state of the class. The songs, dances, acting, all of it.

In contrast, classes like Onyx and Rhodonite have clearly defined colours. Powerful Jack dancers are the main selling point of Onyx, whereas Rhodonite pushes the dazzling singing talents of their Jeannes front and centre. Considering Shirota's abilities, it wouldn't be strange at all for him to have been sorted into Rhodonite. Actually, Rhodonite's class leader is pretty taken with him. But whatever class you look at, all of them are desperately aiming for that top spot -- now more than ever.

"So? What do you think of this year's new students?" Neji's tone of voice drops for the first time in this conversation,"You know it won't be good if things stay as they are, right? What with Amber and all…" That's the name of the fourth Univeil class. But it's hard to act as if the others are on equal ground with them. Shirota seems to grasp the weight of these words. He grips the sky blue tie around his neck as he appears deep in thought. He finally opens his mouth. "…There are three people I noticed," he says bluntly. Starting with Person 1. "Orimaki. I don't know how he got into Univeil with his singing skills so low, but his voice is strong and direct." Onto Person 2. "Yonaga. Him being as he is, he's a late bloomer who's constantly nervous about how he even got into Univeil. But he also thinks twice as much about the meaning of each song. That being said…"

Shirota's immediate answer suddenly hits a pause. "It's possible both of them just got my attention because they aren't very good." "In that case, they should consider themselves lucky you graced your eyes on them." Neji jokes then stares at him intently. "And the third person?" Mitsuki sighs at being asked for his final answer. "It's the one you made into your little carrier pigeon." A voice deep in Neji's heart whispers 'I knew it.' "So then, does our carrier pigeon also have a glimmer of sparkle out of a mountain of problems like Orimaki and Yonaga do?" "No, that guy is…" Shirota hesitates a moment as he chooses his words carefully. "I still don't know yet." "You don't know, which means…?" "Exactly what I said." He speaks as if to say he will give no further comment on the matter. "Is that enough for you now? I'm leaving." Having finished what he was asked, Shirota heads for the door. "Ah, one last thing! How did this pigeon get you to come over here?" Shirota is the type who prefers not to group up with others in class. He keeps a distance between himself and other people. He's not the type someone could easily convince by just asking outright. Even moreso if it comes from a student younger than him. "……" Shirota responds to Neji's hastily thrown words with silence. He opens the door to leave. That's as far as we're getting today, is it? "…It wasn't anything special." Neji's mood suddenly shifts at the sound of a reply he didn't expect to ever hear. "I was just taking a short break during practice and he came up to me and said 'Neji was asking for you'." A surprised 'ohh?' slips out of Neji's mouth. "So in other words, he chose when to make the request based on timing that would work for you?" There are times when Shirota is busy singing of course; however, there are also a lot of times when he appears to be doing nothing, but is actually busy arranging music in his mind. Figuring out the timing of when he's truly taking a break is no easy task. Even aside from the music, there are times when he doesn't want to be hassled with having to talk to someone. Using this understanding of his quirks, that carrier pigeon was able to start up a conversation. "Isn't that actually quite special after all?!" Neji says with a nod of admiration.

Upon hearing this, Shirota restrains himself from turning around and calling him a bald-faced liar. "This was all part of your plan, wasn't it?" His eyes sharply say, 'You haven't fooled me.' "Turning him into your carrier pigeon worked out just as you planned. Getting me to show up here and to name him as one of the students I noticed. You already knew all these things. It was just a ploy to confirm them." Shirota states his assertions strongly. Neji grins. He keeps up the act that there's no hidden motive behind his actions, but it smells like a lie. Shirota's face fills with disgust. He passes through the door, speaking as if he cannot bear to be around Neji any longer. "Please don't use me as a ruler for measuring other people." He shuts the door immediately to not let the conversation linger. "My my, Shirota is quite clever isn't he." Listening to the footsteps fade into the distance, Neji stifles his smile. "But regardless, the fact that pigeon was able to navigate this sense of distance with Shirota shows he might have quite a number of uses." This could be precisely reflected on-stage too. Neji's mind overflows with so many different ideas at an intensity that could give birth to a whole other world. "However, the 'I still don't know' part is there too. Fumi and Kai said the same thing." It seems difficult to learn the true nature of this bird. Even for Neji, there's many things about this younger student he's still unable to grasp. "The stage is a gigantic machine. Jacks and Jeannes are the gears…and I'm the mechanic who assembles them all. What shape will these talents take? Just watch and see." Neji takes a sip from the coffee he's been holding all this time. It went cold ages ago, but in this moment it's just what his body needs.