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Isuzu / Jigokuraku S2E4
The love I have for this man
He lay there, watching her, as the rhythmic drip of water from the eaves outside synchronized with the beat of his own heart. His eyes followed the gentle slope of her shoulders, the way the moonlight glided over the curve of her collarbone like liquid silver. As she moved, the water rippled around her, her fingers weaving through her hair, now white and stark against the night, liberated from its tea-dye disguise. That whiteness revealed a vulnerability, a truth exposed. He grasped the significance of such revelations. The scent of soap wafted through the air, mingling with the mineral tang of the bathwater. Cleanliness.
A sensation he hadn’t experienced in weeks. The forest’s grime clung to him like a second skin, matted with blood and old sweat. The offer lingered between them, unspoken yet undeniable. A bath. Not solely for her. For him as well. He exhaled sharply through his nose again, steam rising from his nostrils into the cool night air. A bath. For him. The absurdity of it prickled beneath his fur, an executioner reduced to this, crouching at the edge of a wooden tub like a pampered hound.
Yet the aroma of rosemary and lye soap sliced through the musk of old blood that clung to him, as insistent as a blade pressed to his throat. His claws flexed against the floorboards. The moon illuminated her in shades of monochrome, pale shoulders, darker shadows where the bathwater enveloped her waist. He could refuse. Retreat into the trees, allowing the filth to fester until it hardened into armor. But Eizen’s voice echoed once more.
Dignity isn’t pride. It’s knowing when to yield.
With a growl that resonated deeper than his wolf’s throat should permit, he advanced. The initial touch of water scorched through his paw pads, shockingly hot. His muscles tensed. Every instinct screamed against the vulnerability, soaking wet fur, scent masked, defenses submerged. He noticed that Ell’Hanna watched, unwavering, as he compelled himself further. The waterline rose to his legs, his belly, until it brushed against the old wound on his flank. The sting caused his lip to twitch.
She had meant to give him a bath tomorrow since she would have the time to do so, but she did not say otherwise as the wolf entered the water. Now was as good a time as any it seemed. She watched as he entered the water, looking for signs of injury or discomfort. There, on his left flank; she tilted her head, but did not move closer to physically inspect.
There was something in his behavior that was not like other wolves. Ell'Hanna could not name it, but she had noticed something was different or off in the forest, in the village, and now as he got into the bath. Hesitancy, but not in the way a wild beast would give pause before eating something from a hand. No. Hesitancy that comes from thinking, and she could see it in his eyes. Thinking, not instinct alone.
She turned to her soaps, and then looked back at the wet canine in front of her. She was going to have to make, or get, more after this. Ell'Hanna lathered her hands and got to work washing him, being gentle in case there were any injuries she had not spotted yet.
"Once we are done, and if you will allow it, I have some herbs that will heal your side."
“For duty is the pride of a samurai, and the pride of the Yamada clan” - Yamada Asaemon Shugen
Happy 20th anniversary to Gintama ❤️✨️
#アニ銀20周年
"Oh, you're such a sweetie. That's what I like about you"
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sometimes a family can be a gender-apathetic samurai and her femme fatale kunoichi girlfriend who is trying to decide if acting like the moms of the thousand year old child is a good way to seduce said samurai
Hell's Paradise is soo damn good!!!!
I know the whole Yui name reveal scene is what highlighted the second episode of Jigokuraku Season 2 but I just wanna highlight how Gabimaru emphasized Yui as his "wife," not just some random girl he had romantic feelings for or some summer fling whatsoever before getting imprisoned and sent to an island for a freaking pardon. Like he won't tolerate such thing. Call him names or whatever but Yui is his wife. LET THAT SINK IN!
god help me i love this series i need a modern au
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I am not even surprised that Gintama made 2 episodes exploring the topic of genderbend characters. However, Tsukuyo has officially earned the title of most stunning and beautiful character in male and female form from all Anime I’ve seen yet.