#Inukami

[saint-miroir]

Inukami! CD Advertisement-- Dengeki G's Magazine (03/2006)

[bonguri]

20230617 Oumi 1 by Bong Grit Via Flickr: 琵琶湖湖畔の神社仏閣巡り。最初は多賀大社。巫女さんが朝の準備中。 @Taga Taisha, Taga town, Inukami district, Shiga pref. （滋賀県犬上郡多賀町 多賀大社）

[doggirlsotd]

Today’s dog girl of the day is Tomohane from Inukami!

[lovehael]

[greenhairedanimegirlfight]

Round 1; Battle 29

[auralice]

Inukami

[animemaniac21]

just read through the manga's 1st arc a while ago and now that the anime is out, it's gonna be a worthwhile watch!! btw loving the 'new' senpai lol~

[jeremy-ken-anderson]

The B Team

It seems to me like the plotline between the two leads of Inukami ran dry before the writer intended, and the secondary team - the set of ten weaker inukami who serve Kaoru - ended up kind of...filling in? I feel like “filling in” is literally accurate; There’s this sensation of looking at spackle in a busted-up wall. It’s repaired, sort of, but also you can see that it’s broken.

The other sensation I get is that when I’m watching Kaoru’s girls I don’t feel like I’m watching The Plot. Like they’re filler-story characters. The OP disagrees; It gives them equal billing to the main characters. But they’re just not main characters. The story doesn’t give us a reason to give a shit about them.

And given the comedic nature of the anime most of the time, I feel like they should have leaned into it and just had a fluid background and a billion random side-characters the way Ranma 1/2 did. There aren’t cracks to show, when the plot itself is a delicious pudding.

[a-titty-ninja]

「人妻事務員さん　その1」 by いの字/inoji | Twitter

๑ Permission to reprint was given by the artist ✔.

[tetrix-anime]

Megami Magazine March 2024 Issue (#286) - Chiyu Mahou no Machigatta Tsukaikata (The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic)

[shimutsuki]

[mothsbrightflame]

CARD MY FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR , LOVER BOY

synopsis! — in which you spend a quiet afternoon with inumaki

✧ toge inumaki x gn!reader

warnings — slight themes alluding to death/angst , other than that fluff , domestic intimacy, mentions of the future , toge other thinking-ish

words — 1.1k+

notes ; rewatched jjk + the watched the movie for the first time in like three days and it caused my inumaki obsession to resurfaced. I literally forgot how much I loved him, and wanted to write some sort of domestic-esk fluff with him. he deserves the world!

the afternoon was quiet.

too quiet, one might say. but you didn't mind,

really.

and neither did inumaki, who, was currently snuggled up against your chest. his arms had, at some point, found purchased and snaked their way around your waist. his grip was lazed, content- at ease, even. you could feel the occasional twitch of his fingers against the fabric of your hoodie- or his hoodie.

it was one of those rare moments, or afternoons, were the students of jujutsu high weren't in high demand, or demand in general, to tend to missions. were they weren't scurrying about exorcising curse after curse. accumulating wound after wound after scar. you couldn't help but lean forward, the bed only slightly groaning under the shift in weight, to place your warm lips upon a scar behind inumaki's ear-speaking of. he stirred only slightly at the movement, the touch, before returning to his dormant state. it made you grin softly, an exhale leaving you through your nostrils, before you rest your chin onto of his head.

his hair had the lingering scent of shampoo, freshly washed. and you couldn't help but admire just how soft his hair was. inumaki struck you as the type to have excellent hygiene, sure, but you always figured his hair would be more course to the touch. not as silky or soft, as it tickled the bridge of your noise. or to smell of lavender, as you've come to realize.

a hand came up, unfurling itself from the mass of limbs and blankets and pillows that had become you and inumaki. it crept along his nape, slow and maybe even calculated, as your buried your fingers within the short hairs located there. they grew in thickness as you crept further into his freshly-washed hair, losing yourself in his lavender scent and the softness of his hair as it filtered between your fingertips. the whole simplicity of the situation had an air of intimate domesticity to it, one that made your hair drum. and, considering where inumaki laid, surely he could feel the quickened beat of your heart.

could he feel, you wondered, how it beat for him?

the room had now occupied a dull orange hue, evidence of what was once an early afternoon, now entering a late state. the playful breeze had slowed down, no longer dancing within the silk of the curtains. however, the room had chilled slightly because of the setting sun. it reminded you that you should get up and close the window, turn on the heat, maybe, so yourself and lover boy did not freeze.

but, oddly enough, you couldn't bring it in yourself to peel yourself from inumaki's hold. to leave his natural warmth.

inumaki groaned, causing you to flick your gaze downward, eyelashes fluttering against the top of your cheeks, as he moved more than a asleep person should be. your gaze met his drowsy violet one. eyes lidded, not quiet awake.

"ah, sorry toge. I didn't mean to wake you." you managed to whisper to him, your own voice a sleepy croak. you hadn't realized how much time had passed, admiring the boy. or how tiresome you had groan.

hopefully he didn't think you were creepy.

inumaki shook his head, a dismissive gesture, to lazy to muster any words from his throat. he came to realize your hand tangled within his hair. and, selfishly, he drunk up the touch for a few heartbeats more. leaning his head back, slightly, to push against your palm. a sudden spell of chill hitting your chest where his head laid. it made your heart swell, cheeks adoring a dusky pink at his display.

"tuna mayo."

his speech was mumbled groggily, affectionate, as he brought one of his hands, which was still slung over your waist, up to grab hold of your elevated wrist. he held it with such a care, a tenderness, as if you were a glass figurine he feared to break. he shook his head, uncharacteristically loving, as he brought his lips over the center of rest. faintly, he could feel your pulse against his lips. and it caused the corners of his lips to twitch. it was ghosting, and only those who paid attention would be able to catch sight of it.

it was a reminder that you were here, with him, alive and whole. this path, this career, this life- it was cruel and unforgiving. forever changing, and forever taking.

he tried to enjoy these fleeting moments, even if they are far and few between.

he is pulled back when the lull of a coo is coaxed from your throat, his overgrown bangs pushed back and the feeling of your breath against his forehead, followed by the feeling of your lips. you whisper something to him, and he doesn't exactly catch it. moving, or rather shimmying, some he could gaze into your eyes. aligned, rather tucked under your chin. your hand finds purchase along his warm cheeks, pressed ever so gently against the apples of his cheek.

"tuna?" he questions, to repeat yourself. a breathless laugh leaves you. and, in response, you feel a slight temperature change from his cheek against your palm. "I said I'm glad, terribly glad might I add, to be here with you right now." you repeat. he nods along to this, causing you to shift and lean your forehead against his. he takes this as an opportunity to kiss you, softly. his lips move in a shy nature, even though you have kissed hundreds, maybe even thousands of times prior to this.

in the mornings, before missions, kissing wounds. kisses that display unspoken words or worries once the other is gravely injured, and by some miracle, pulls through. fleeting moments, to tease, to make the other giggle, when words fail or could not possibly convey ones inner most thoughts, and before bed.

"I could lay here all day with you." you coo, breaking the kiss.

he nods, reassuming the affectionate touch. no longer kissing, put simply resting your faces so closes your noses slotted together. the skin on skin enough for the both of you.

inumaki can't help but wander, his thoughts at least, to a world where his tongue is not bound by cursed energy. where he did not need to live in fear of his mere dialect alone being enough to bring harm to you. where he could whisper sweet nothings into your ear, as you do to him. where everything left unspoken was spoken.

but he wasn't there, he was here, with you. tucked beneath the blankets of his dorm room. and that was enough for him.

"lets go back to sleep? I don't want to leave anytime soon."

he nodded. your hand found purchase back into his hair, just as his arms caged back around your waist. he slithered back down against your chest, making your giggle, as his head became tucked under your chin. the room was blanketed in a welcome silenced. relaying on the warmth of your lover, and not a space heater, to protect you against the chill of a steady-falling night.

© 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙨𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 , 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 , 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 !

[bonguri]

20230617 Oumi 2 by Bong Grit Via Flickr: 多賀大社はイザナギとイザナミが祭神なので、縁結びで有名なようです。 @Taga Taisha, Taga town, Inukami district, Shiga pref. （滋賀県犬上郡多賀町 多賀大社）

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[kurayamineko]

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