稲荷大神

☀︎ Inari ☀︎ Japanese God of Foxes and Prosperity mount phoenix

[amaterasuxmp]

Coping Fries | Ama+Inari

continued from here with @inarimp

“Mhm, this reminds me of that time you ate all that mochi,” Amaterasu hummed, a small amused smile on her face as she watches one of her oldest friends and family devour the greasy food. “You were as cute then as you are now.” Her smile stretched a bit wider just to show Inari she was merely teasing.

It had only been a few days since she had returned in a new vessel and there were still moments of confusion. Thankfully, she had been able to find Inari and his presence calmed her during moments when her memories still shifted and took a bit of time to place. She would always know her “little kit”, her best friend and he would always know her.

It was a rather comfort to find him eating something as inane as French Fries, though the reason behind it might be a tad more concerning.

“What has happened? Did crimes go up in Mount Phoenix while I was…” she paused searching for the right word. “Away?”

[inarimp-blog]

Inari’s stomach was sore at the thought of the small mountain of mochi he once ate in front of his then-teacher. He sighed, a full pout on his lips, reaching over to take a piece of glistening fried chicken, nibbling around it.  “I doubt it,” Inari said quietly, “I’m more weathered now. And my hair is shorter,” he lifted his hand to twist at his silver hair, almost shoulder-length. He was attempting to grow it out, because it turned out Apollo missed it just as much as he did. It was such an awkward length, unfortunately, and Inari was having trouble making it look professional when he had to for work. Luckily, a lot of it tucked under a hat. It was nothing compared to his long locks -- his silver hair used to fall from his shoulders like a waterfall, plaited and twisted when he was being trained by Amaterasu and Tsukiyomi. He had never let them cut it.  Inari’s nose just pinched at the mention of crime rates, and he slumped back into his seat. “No,” Inari replied, and he sighed, lowering his chicken, now only bone. He stared at the bone for a few moments, as if trying to string words together in a way that made sense. It was nice, to be able to use his mother tongue around Amaterasu. There were ways he felt like he could only express himself properly in his mother tongue. His lips twisted unhappily and he slumped. “No, I just... I don’t like having to work. I don’t like schedules, or numbers, or... I wasn’t made for this,” he looks at Amaterasu, eyes searching for answers he knew she couldn’t give. “My life is eternal, so how can I feel like I am wasting it? I miss the days eons ago, when we would sit in our palace and make rice balls as the summer sun hung low in the sky. I had no worries, then. Not really. Not compared to now.” 

[inarimp-blog]

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

“They were not good enough for you, Inho,” Inari said sternly, prodding a finger to Inho’s heart. “I wish you would not downplay yourself this much. You are a much better person than you allow yourself to think. You did not do anything to them because your heart is kind, and you always try your best. Those factors are what make you a worthy person, Inho, and why I am proud to call you my son. Besides, you have fox ears, and I think that makes you better than anyone.” 

[inarimp-blog]

"....have you ever been taken advantage of?"

“Many times, especially when I was a much younger God, and eager to please. Villages would take advantage of the fact that I could provide them my duplication abilities; I can clone anything I touch, if I wish it. They took advantage of me, said they needed me to duplicate weapons and materials to keep them safe, only to initiate war with a neighbouring village. I had been very ashamed.” 

[inarimp-blog]

“Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…”

Inari’s breaths shuddered into Apollo’s shoulder, clinging to his lover in a cold sweat. He’d dreamt of horrible things. Horrible, awful things. He’d experienced too many things in his long life, he’d gone through devastation that only mortal minds could imagine. Inari was good at containing his emotions; to not think about things that happened a millennia ago, but they came back in his dreams. He hated talking about his dreams. He hated talking about his fears, his secret desires of death that Apollo unfortunately knew all too well. He didn’t want to talk about it with Apollo, because he knew, simply, how much it upset him. Inari’s tears were falling. They had dripped on the sheets, had soaked his pillow. Apollo had woken him up, and it was welcome; Apollo’s warm arms, his comforting voice. There was no where he’d rather be than here with him. The winter was cold, but his sun was still bright.He had never truly believed in soul mates before he met him. 

[inarimp-blog]

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

Inari looked at Amaterasu levelly, before shoving five chips into his mouth. “I’m stressed,” Inari whined, again, dipping his next fry into tomato sauce and staring at it. He looked up at Amaterasu with a pout, similar to the one he would give when he was just a boy in Amaterasu’s care. “These are fatty and they taste good, and I am immortal so I can eat as many as I want.”As if to prove a point, he shoved the chip into his mouth, but his face pinched as he looked down at the rest. “Being the chief is hard, Ammy,” he mumbles quietly. 

[angstmemes]

worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

[randomkpoptatilike]

VAMPIRE AHN JAEHYUN

[fyeahkoreanphotoshoots]

Ahn Jae Hyun - Arena Homme Plus Magazine July Issue ‘17

[inarimp-blog]

Inari’s first Christmas (inari & apollo)

“Are you meaning to say,” Inari said, holding a tray of gingerbread cookies he’d just taken out of the oven, “that this… Santa Claus… he knows where we live? He’s watching us? He’s going to break into my apartment on Christmas Eve?” Inari found that a little hard to believe. Inari hadn’t been to the North Pole, but it was quite strange to hear that there would be someone with an entire factory up there. “It just doesn’t make sense,” Inari explained to Apollo. He set the tray down on the coffee table between them, taking off his fox-shaped oven mits. “Why would you build a factory where there would be constant snow storms? How can he expect people to work there in such a harsh climate?”  Inari frowned deeply. He simply could not understand this… supposed ruler of Christmas. He seemed to fret, looking out the window, looking for this Santa Claus. “Is he a God?” He whispered in realisation, “he must be.”  He closed all the blinds, as if they would deter the God from looking into their conversation. “The world is a slave to his factory. How can he be worshipped more than us, Apollo?” He sat down next to him, he brought a piece of gingerbread unhappily into his mouth. He immediately spat it out into a napkin. “This is disgusting,” he whined, his ears flopping. 

@mpxapollo

[mpxapollo]

an amused smile rested on his lips as he watched inari over the edge of his notebook. it was always a treat to get a first view sight of inari’s insights on mortal celebrations; apollo tucked away inari’s reaction to halloween in a mental folder that he would never forget. 

settled comfortably on the couch, apollo found himself half listening, scratching in a small version of inari with fox oven mitts at the top of a scribbled in music sheet. the drawing of inari pouted up at him, and apollo glanced up to see the real inari doing the same. a soft huff of laughter fell at the sight. his smile grew as inari sat beside him, another chuckle slipping out. 

❝ sweetheart, i’m sure saint nicholas is delighted, wherever he is, to know that such serious thought and debate is being put into him, ❞ he teased, arm stretching out to stroke gently beneath inari’s ears.  ❝ although in this case, ❞ apollo quickly wrote in another note to the composition.  ❝ this ruler of christmas is just another old fat man centuries dead, yet his legacy lives on. it’s a little amazing, how much power he holds. ❞ apollo tried not to look jealous.

golden eyes dullened just a fraction at the thought of being out-worshiped by a saggy bearded dead man, apollo looked over to inari.  ❝ but do you know the true ruler behind christmas? ❞ he grinned and tapped his lover on the nose with the butt of his pen, leaning closer to whisper,  ❝ capitalism. ❞ ever the drama queen.

apollo grinned, sneaking a kiss to inari’s cheek before taking the dirty napkin from his hand and placing it on the coffee table.  ❝ some of the mortal traditions are not to my taste, but i admit there are a few that i’ve adapted to my own; which obviously means that i’ve made better. ❞

[inarimp-blog]

“Saint Nicholas...” Inari mumbled under his breath, nestling against Apollo like old lovers. They were old lovers, and Inari wouldn’t have it any other way. “A saint? So he was blessed by a God?” What God would give someone so much power. Inari’s face crumples, though was immediately soothed by Apollo’s touches at his ears. He pressed into Apollo more, as if the touch excited him. It did, as much as Inari hated to admit it.  “Was he some sort of a titan? What sort of God would do such a thing?” What God would make a man a slave to mankind? “Was it Ares?” He asks unhappily, squinting at him. “Why do humans insist on worshipping dead things when we are still alive,” he sighs, though he supposed that Apollo too, worshipped and mourned dead things like humans. Inari, of course, mourned, but ten thousand years of living taught him to move on.  That said, if anything were to happen to Apollo, he doubted he would be the same. They met eyes as the conversation lulled, and Inari’s lips broke into a loving smile as they always did, forever enamoured. He pressed in further, kissing Apollo’s cheek before pulling back once he began to speak. He blinked at being tapped on the nose, staring up at Apollo with the curious eyes of a child.  “I hate capitalism,” Inari whined, “how ridiculous it all is. I should be entitled to food because I need it to survive,” he knew that he didn’t have much of a problem himself, but he knew what famine did to people. Lack of money, did to people. Inari sighed and looked up at Apollo, sitting up.  “How have you made Christmas better, Apollo? Christmas already has songs,” he lightly teased, leaning in to kiss him again with smiling lips. His hand on Apollo’s chest, he smiled, noses brushing, “you already make human festivities better with your presence, but I don’t want to inflate your ego too much.” 

[inarimp-blog]

Inari’s first Christmas (inari & apollo)

“Are you meaning to say,” Inari said, holding a tray of gingerbread cookies he’d just taken out of the oven, “that this... Santa Claus... he knows where we live? He’s watching us? He’s going to break into my apartment on Christmas Eve?” Inari found that a little hard to believe. Inari hadn’t been to the North Pole, but it was quite strange to hear that there would be someone with an entire factory up there. “It just doesn’t make sense,” Inari explained to Apollo. He set the tray down on the coffee table between them, taking off his fox-shaped oven mits. “Why would you build a factory where there would be constant snow storms? How can he expect people to work there in such a harsh climate?”  Inari frowned deeply. He simply could not understand this... supposed ruler of Christmas. He seemed to fret, looking out the window, looking for this Santa Claus. “Is he a God?” He whispered in realisation, “he must be.”  He closed all the blinds, as if they would deter the God from looking into their conversation. “The world is a slave to his factory. How can he be worshipped more than us, Apollo?” He sat down next to him, he brought a piece of gingerbread unhappily into his mouth. He immediately spat it out into a napkin. “This is disgusting,” he whined, his ears flopping. 

@mpxapollo

[mpxapollo]

hallow’s eve ball ⋆ apollo as inari

❝ long hair totally suits me; i should do this more often. no, i am not a furry! this isn’t even the same thing. i am a respected council member, how dare you even ━ wait, babe ━ i’m stuck ━  help  ━  how do you put this robe on? ❞

( with @inarimp )

[inarimp-blog]

Inari & Apollo / Moon Festival

Inari’s pale hands smooth down the deep golds and reds of Apollo’s yukata, standing back and smiling. He certainly looked handsome, and it complimented his wide shoulders, the slope of his waist. He hummed appreciatively, leaning in to kiss him softly.  “No matter what form, you will always look handsome in a yukata,” Inari says sweetly, kissing his temple, and the apple of his collarbone. He takes Apollo’s hand then, guiding him out onto the street, “have you encountered Chang’e before? She owns the planetarium.”  An arctic fox walks on the opposite side of Inari as they walk towards the festival, whose yukata was as silver as the moon shining above him. Inari’s silver hair was now slightly longer, tickling his neck. Today, Inari had pinned the front part back with a clip. His fringe was frustrating him now. His ears and one of his tails were out too, as they usually were on special events. He didn’t have to hide them on mount phoenix, and especially not today. He slowly links his fingers with Apollo’s, sliding his fingers inbetween his. It was comforting in its familiarity; over a millennia of holding this hand. Inari smiled to himself, remembering that when they had met, Apollo’s hands were a little smaller. Now, they were about the same, and fit together snug.  Inari pats his tummy, “I am famished for mooncakes. But I do hope there is raw meat, somewhere.”  @mpxapollo

[beautiful-wildlife]

Smiling Foxes On World Smile Day by © Roeselien Raimond

[inarimp-blog]

tsukiyomi & inari --> early days

[tsukiyomimp-blog]

@inarimp​

Inari still hated clothes. He hated them, and he didn’t understand them. He was itching even now, trying to pull the fabric this way and that. It was obvious he wasn’t from here. Inari kept getting strange looks. Inari did not feel okay, being here. He wasn’t like these people, even though he admitted - begrudgingly - that Ammy was very nice. She fed him chicken and taught him things the foxes didn’t know. The foxes didn’t know about the stars. The foxes didn’t care about the stars. But for some reason Ammy cared about the stars. And the sun, and the moon, and the sea. Inari had never seen the sea. Ammy had shown him paintings, but it seemed too strange. His foxes told him they hadn’t seen the sea either. Maybe Ammy was telling fibs.  Ammy had braided his hair. It was an odd sensation, to have his hair not in his face. He had blatantly refused to get his hair cut, or even trimmed - the foxes never got their haircut, so why should he! - but today was special, Ammy said. He was meeting someone knew. To teach him new things. Inari didn’t know how long the lessons would go for. He was wearing special clothes. They made funny sounds when he walked. He knocked on it with his knuckles. It was really hard in some places. Inari would definitely not like to sleep in this.  Though, he heard a strange sound. Inari’s silver ears perked up, turning before his head in an almost mechanical manner. His eyes locked onto a figure, and Inari took a step back, wary. He knew where Ammy’s room was. He could run right back if this stranger wasn’t a good one. Inari had learnt to be careful of people who looked like him. They looked like him, but they never liked him.  But if he was Ammy’s friend, maybe he was a good stranger. “Hello,” he said, and he jolted when he remembered to lower his back to him. It was a strange gesture he wasn’t used to yet. He had forgotten the word for it. But Ammy had said it was important. He straightened back up, growing restless.  @tsukiyomimp

Tsukiyomi had been made aware of the new arrival both by direct word and the quiet gossiping of attendants around him, and in all honesty, he was a bit disappointed with himself for having taken so long to making arrangements to assist his sister in teaching the young boy and introducing himself - but perhaps that was why the busy Moon had a reputation for being so silent and mysterious. That, and with thought, perhaps it was best not to overwhelm someone that was adjusting to this way of life right away, and he had assumed that his assistance would come when needed and ready.

And in an odd way, he was quite excited for this day, even with topics and lessons in mind that were more fit for a serious side; surely he could find some sort of balance. After all, introductions were to be had first.

“Hello,” Tsukiyomi returned the bow with ease, a gentle and quiet hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his lips as he took in the sight of the young god before him dressed in armor and the proper wear for battle and battle training. In all honesty, the Moon god found it rather amusing in a kind way, but he dared not show too much of such a thought in fear of causing any sort of tension between him and the other right off the bat. His sister was depending on him to take care of the duties he had given word to see to, and he would take such a thing with complete seriousness and firm attention. 

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Tsukiyomi-no-mikoto.” he speaks in his native tongue before he moves to take a step towards a set of large doors within the palace that lead to an outdoor area, signaling with a motion of his hand that he wished to be followed - he felt the sooner he established his purpose would be better, as well as the silent assurance that he was there for well-thought reasoning. 

[inarimp-blog]

Inari saw the man. He was very unlike Inari. This man was older. His face was serious, and not gentle like Ammy’s was. He did not know what was happening. What he was learning. Had he done something bad? Two red foxes appeared by his side, like tiny bodyguards clicking around Inari’s heels.  “Tsuk...” The man before him had a silly name. It was too long. He could not even remember Ammy’s proper name. He refused to call her the long name because he could never remember it. Why not have something simple? Inari was very simple. And it was given to him by his first fox.  He followed him, cautiously. Inari’s youthful face was steely and cautious, following him towards the large doors. He was happy to go outside. Though he was unhappy at the prospect of this man’s name being so long. “Your name... too long,” he whined. “Can you be Tsuki? Who are you?” 

[amaterasuxmp]

古代 | Inari + Ama

w/ @inarimp

[literally means Ancient Times..]]

Amaterasu-Omikami, Empress of all the Heavens was hiding. She had been guarded day and night by well-meaning kami, many who served both she and her brothers after they were rescued from whatever peril Amaterasu and Tsukiyomi had found them in. It had been a grueling task, one that both rulers did not shie away from. But after almost a decade of establishing their celestial palace and accepting the fealty of various kami, Amaterasu was in dire need of a break.

Hence why she was currently hiding in the mortal realm. Many of her parents’ islands were still underpopulated and she had missed being on the lands created by Izanami and Izanagi, missed the feeling of being one with the primordial beings she could call her siblings. 

Amaterasu found herself strolling about the foot of Inari mountain, somewhere in the island of Honshu. Dressed in a light hakama gifted by one of the several attendants, she was deep in conversation with the sun kami,  her spirit, when she felt more than heard somebody following her.

“ 誰ですか？ “ She called, her lilting voice carrying as far as whoever followed her and the sun goddess seemed to pulse and glow with power. “Perhaps you should show yourself,” She added, not pleased at all a the interruption of her sanctuary.

[inarimp-blog]

Inari was not used to outsiders. His foxes had told them that someone had entered his territory, someone that looked like him. Inari did not trust anyone that looked like him. They scolded him, threw things at him. Killed his foxes and wore their skin. This one was in his territory of the forest. No one was allowed there. Especially not this strange person. She seemed different to the others. But it did not change the fact that Inari, stalking behind as a silver fox, was ready to kill her. He would not have anyone come into his forest to hunt his family down.  They were all he had, and all he knew.  Though when she spoke, Inari froze. He had no idea what she said of course; they made such different sounds with their mouth that Inari did not understand. Though, Inari certainly understood tones, and his tails swished in agitation. She somehow knew he was there, he figured. Should he pounce now? Snap her neck? Inari growled, sharp teeth bared as he came into view. Maybe he could just scare her off.  His nine tails swooped dangerously, silver fur bristling as he came closer. He lowered himself into a crouch and stepped forward, only for there to be a sharp snap, and screaming pain shooting up his front leg. Inari howled, looking down at the ground to see a fox trap, the blades dug into his arm. In his shock, Inari transformed into a man, long dark hair spilling over his shoulders as his free hand scrambled to open the jaws of the trap. He cried out as he drew his hand free, clutching his wrist and holding it to his chest -- and then he remembered the stranger. He cowered away, scooting back until his spine hit a tree and stared up at her. Red foxes appeared around Inari, angry and standing around their God as a protector. 

[mpxapollo]

inarimp:

[ text message to: dearest ] yes. actually i was very angry at him and said a lot of things out of spite. : –( [ text message to: dearest ] i hope i am doing this right. [text message to: dearest ] please, one thing at a time, polly. i am too scared to give… my emoticon a body, or something. that is too much work. one step at a time. 

( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) I think that’s how most people regard my father ( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) You’re doing great, sweetheart ( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) Have I ever told you I love you?

[inarimp-blog]

[ text message to: dearest ] ..... yes .... it is most unfortunate

[ text message to: dearest ] thank you :--) [ text message to: dearest ] you have, but it never makes my heart sing any less by doing it again. i love you too. unfathomably. i will come by to the clinic when you’re done working. there is something i wish to say.

[ text message to: dearest ] when do you finish? 

[inarimp-blog]

"What was your childhood like?"

“My childhood?” Inari regarded Wheein’s question, tilting his head. “I never really had a childhood. When I was... well... created, I was thirteen years old. So there was never a time I was five or six...” His voice trailed off. He frowned, “but my... teen years, before I met Amaterasu, were very tough. I only had my foxes, but they would keep dying... as I kept living. Looking back, I suppose I was quite a feral child. I didn’t wear clothes, if at all, and I couldn’t speak any human language.”He smiled to himself, looking down at Wheein. “Of course, Amaterasu changed that when she found me.”