#Inuyasha: The Secret of the Cursed Mask

[moonnueart]

A redraw of a piece that I made around my birthday last year. I decided to redraw it as a present for myself and to see how I've improved!

Comparison:

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

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Thane propaganda:

“He was my first ever Mass Effect romance and it made me BAWL. Like I had to physically wake my brother up and cry about it because I was so distraught. Thane's romance is great but also fuck you bioware”

Inuyasha propaganda:

“It's Inuyasha. That's all the propaganda I need”

[mythicamagic]

Ex-boyfriend energy tbh

[briceterry]

My Marie plushie playing my PlayStation 2.

(she's playing MXunleashed, a game that almost made me emo as a kid because most of the songs [which fuckin' slap BTW] are mostly metal.)

[avionvadion]

Feelin' the depresso expresso, so I drew some younger Irene in the various school uniforms, as well as what she actually wore in her school. Her hair was longer when she was younger and often wore it in a messy bun to keep the worst of it from tickling her neck.

Janis' was my favorite on Irene during the outlining process... but I'm kinda feeling like Kagome's looks good on her now that it's colored, lol.

Also! I fixed up demon slayer Irene.

[mangastararts]

For those who maybe unaware Kaname Kururugi (枢木かなめ) is the female version of the main character in Inuyasha  The Secret of the Cursed Mask game.

I hope you like it   Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi I'm sorry  I dont make requests/commissions.

I used this reference that was made by this amazing artist name Brosatsu https://www.patreon.com/posts/public-poses-116910304

The background was made by Ezekiel Eastbrook that I purchased from Artstation but as of now, he removed his backgrounds from his account https://www.artstation.com/ezekieleastbrook/store?tab=digital_product The rune overlay was made by Mikel Blazgad I purchased from Artstation https://www.artstation.com/blazgad/store?tab=digital_product

[ikuzo0112]

[kinmokusei-stars]

A fun little attempt at a fake Kouko 3D model for The Secret of the Cursed Mask LMAO It was definitely a struggle, but I overall like it!

Super long description I wrote out right before I fell asleep below the cut, so fair warning, it may be nonsensical! ( = ⩊ = )

This was such a doozy of a project, and I somehow managed to get it done in less than a day! What an absolute beast. I wasn't liking how my original daily doodle was turning out, so I figured why not try something different and come back to it with a fresh eye! (๑˘︶˘๑)

And of course I had to go do something twice as complicated and nothing near the realm of what I usually do. (x_x)⌒☆ I can't help myself.

After starting to watch TheAzureGuardian's playthrough of it, I had the thought of making Kouko a fake model for the game Inuyasha: The Secret of the Cursed Mask a while back, but for obvious reasons it was a bit daunting! I don't do 3D work, so that just meant It'd have to sit and entirely render it by hand.

However, with a lot of staring at the overworld models and help from the lovely website 'The Model's Resourse' to get proper PNGs of them, this is what I came out with! It's by no means perfect, but I think I captured her in a 3D style pretty okay for a first try! I'd love to go back and redraw this in the future once my art improves more and I've done more studies, but for now, I'm pretty happy with it! (*¯︶¯*)

I'd say the clothes were the most difficult part. I'm really fond of the older style of models that are used in games like this, but it's really hard to properly capture the textures and depth you want when trying to emulate it in a 2D style! It was a super fun challenge, but I think next time I could try mimicking the textures with different pieces of clothing before working on the main drawing for it, that way I can more accurately apply it!

I'm one of those people who see a piece of media and immediately wonder what it'd be like if my OC were a canon part of it, and though I haven't at all finished the playthrough I'm watching, it's still fun to ponder along the way! I've heard of the routes and endings, and it just ended up leading to this LMAO Kouko's story isn't actually at all related to TSotCM, it's entirely based in the manga/anime, but I thought it'd be a fun little challenge to draw her like this!

[demirose-colored-glasses]

POV: your parents have been "Staying Together For The Kids"

[nycorix]

As a product of my Inuyasha brainrot I impulse bought the secret of the cursed mask and a PS3. I finally had a chance to start playing it and I have zero regrets 😂

[unohanadaydreams]

There’s a bleach dating sim ?

No one wishes there was one more than me, but no lmao.

There was a post about a project dubbed BleachAPRIL yesterday that linked back to a little preview video on the Bleach site, using the delinquent high school art Kubo made for JET and making a game with it. I think people calling it a dating sim weren't thinking it was like a true otome or anything but more a simping game (ala Hypnosis Mic and other games that revolve around attractive anime guys but don't involve actual dating).

The game itself was an April Fool's jokes, which is very fun and I hope they do AU jokes every year. I will gladly be an April Fool for a fake Bleach game any year, every year.

But also kind sad it won't exist!!! Bleach games that dare to be more than rehashes of the main plot are rare! Really the only one I remember is The 3rd Phantom (which brought all the drama a teenager could ask for, really).

[moonnueart]

Commission for a fic cover! Threads of Fate can be read here!

[avionvadion]

Why did this make me laugh 🤣

[metalsonicscraps]

I'm not mad that my middle school hyperfixation is coming back with a vengeance.

What I AM mad about is the fact that it's Inuyasha; a show that is 20 years old (not including Final Act or the movies), has a shitty sequel that I don't like (sorry Yashahime fans), and is almost impossible to coherently explain to my friends

Anyways I've been playing the shit out of Inuyasha The Secret of the Cursed Mask, it's pretty good 👍

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Mirror Image [Chapter One] Hands of Time [Sesshomaru]

A/n: Updates on this story will probably be extremely slow. I apologize for that. And tags will be added as the story progresses.

Aspects of this story came from 'The Secret of the Cursed Mask'. It was one of my favorite InuYasha games. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): Japanese mythology and folklore, reincarnation, deities, demons, curses, self-worth, supernatural elements, isekai.

No Minors Allowed!!

Spring in Kyoto was nigh, yet the early February air was dry and chilly. Aono disliked this type of weather. Or rather her skin did. It was the reason she carried lip balm and moisturizer in her tote bag, along with her textbooks. Despite the temperature, and her desire to hide in her room until March, she had much to do. 

As a private tutor, her schedule was booked. Midterms were in 3 months and some of her students were eager to start reviewing the material. Aono honestly did not mind. She had 2 months until she enrolled in the university and the extra Yen she was earning would help her considerably. 

So far, her temporary job was going rather well. She had two clients scheduled for today, and both completed their lessons early. Aono was currently on her way home. She wanted to rest before dark when Setsubun began, a bean-throwing festival meant to drive away evil spirits. This event meant a lot to her grandparents and so she did her best to assist them. 

Aono tightened her green wool coat around herself as a bitter wind tossed her long hair, opting to make a stop for a cup of green tea. Entering Amano Coffee, she recognized her friend behind the cashier's desk and waved to her. Yua waved back heartily and smiled.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked. 

Aono smiled back and approached the counter. 

"I came for a cup of warm green tea."

Yua faked a pout. 

"I thought this was merely a social visit. I see how it is."

"You can work and talk at the same time," Aono retorted.

She was right. Yua snorted and prepared the tea maker.

"Are you excited for the festival?"

Aono sighed. She was in a sense, but she was far too busy to attend.

"I can't go, unfortunately," she answered. "Jiichan (grandpa) was asked to bless Kyōzō Shrine and he wants me to assist him."

"He's really pushing the shrine maiden thing, isn't he?" Yua asked, giving her a sympathetic look before she returned to the task at hand. 

He was.

"Okaachan (mom) was a Miko before she married my father. He wants me to follow in her footsteps," Aono remarked.

Eimi became a shrine maiden when she was nineteen, but Aono did not want to work at a shrine. She wanted to make something of herself, but honestly, she had no idea what she wanted to do.

I still have time to decide before the spring semester starts.

"It's your move. If you want to be a Miko, that's fine, but if you don't, you should speak up," Yua stated. 

She snapped a lid on top of the paperboard cup and sat it on the counter. 

"Besides, even if you become a Miko, I'll still be your best friend. But don't ask me to come visit you at one of those old creepy shrines."

Aono snorted. 

"Of course."

Yua really was a great friend. 

Reaching into her short black hair, she unfastened a heart-shaped pin from her bangs and offered it to Aono; the latter raised a curious brow.

"Your hair's a mess. You look like a Ushirogami," Yua teased. 

Aono took the pin from her and stuck out her tongue. The wind outside was bitter and feral. It wasn't her fault her hair was in her face. But she was no less thankful to Yua.

–

Around dusk, as Setsubun began, Aono dressed in a sweater, jeans, and her wool coat. She clipped her hair back on one side with the pin Yua gave her, then grabbed her tote bag and walked downstairs. Her grandparents waited for her in the kitchen.

Kurisu Kamiyama eyed her through her oval-shaped glasses for a moment, then returned to adjusting the white linen jōe her husband wore.

"Are you ready to visit the shrine?” She asked Aono. 

"I suppose,” the latter retorted. 

Kurisu narrowed her eyes and glanced at her husband, who sighed.

"I know this is not something you like, Aono, but Eimi and Isao wanted this for you,” Seiji stated. "We are just following your parents' wishes.”

If only I were old enough to remember them. 

Both died in a car crash when Aono was a baby. She had nothing but pictures to remember them by; parents she did not even know. 

Even so, she doubted that they would force their wishes upon her. This was what her grandparents wanted for her.

"I understand,” Aono uttered. "It's just…taking some time for me to come to terms with.” 

It meant working at a shrine and undergoing a comprehensive training program that she was not sure she was ready for. Aono could not express her worries to her grandparents; they were unreasonable.

Seiji guffawed.

"Eimi was scared too at first, but I took her to Kyōzō Shrine when she was your age, and after talking to the Kannushi, she wanted to be a Miko. All things worked out fine.” 

Aono wasn't so sure. 

When her grandfather was dressed, he put on his peaked cap and gathered his haraegushi, a ceremonial wand with paper streamers, and then led her from the house outside. The strong sweet odor of roasted sardines and holly sprigs flooded the air as Aono passed the gate, a sign that her grandmother had decorated it with them to scare away Oni.

She walked silently with her grandfather up the hillside beside their home to the top where an old curve-roofed shrine sat. Two vermilion Torii gates stood before them, beckoning for them to enter, and on either side stood three smaller buildings. Two were houses for the shrine maidens and the Kannushi, and the other was a store room. 

In the eighteen years that she lived with her grandparents, she had only been to the shrine twice. She knew the Kannushi, Mr. Kenshiro because her grandfather and he were close friends, but she never knew much about the shrine.

"Jiichan. What sort of shrine is this?” Aono asked.

"It was built during the Nanbokucho era, dedicated to a deity who was said to protect her followers from evil spirits and demons. However, it was revealed that the source of the demons came from her. The shrine was later abandoned during the early Sengoku era and the deity was long forgotten,” Seiji explained. 

Aono widened her eyes. 

"She was a demon?”

"Some believe that, but the people who worshiped her believed that she was born from a God, which made her a deity. So long as the village prayed to her, she did not harm them,” Seiji answered. "It is the reason our family continues to bless this shrine. Some fear that if the blessings stop the Goddess of Protection will return and bring with her misfortune.”

How frightening. 

Aono understood how important this was to her grandparents. The hillside in which they lived has been in their family for generations. Perhaps even her ancestors were worshippers of the deity.

At the purification fountain near the shrine’s entrance, Seiji took one of the ladles provided and rinsed his hands.

 

"I want you to remain outside as I go into the inner shrine. Once I am done, I will take you to see Kenshiro,” Seiji ordered. 

Aono nodded in understanding. 

Her grandfather then rinsed his mouth and spit the water beside the fountain. Once he was done, he led Aono up the stairs to the entrance. 

"Behave,” he ordered, before he walked into the shrine. 

She nearly snorted. What sort of trouble could she even get into? Aono took an uneasy breath and turned her back to the entrance. Her breath came out in puffs as she breathed, ignoring the chilly bite of the night air. It was odd, but the shrine almost felt abandoned. 

Where were Mr. Kenshiro and the shrine maidens? 

Aono shivered in fear. The story her grandfather told her was messing with her head a bit. 

Walking away from the shrine, she noticed a weathered statue of a woman at the base of the stairs. Her face was gone, faded by the elements, but she was dressed like a deity.

Aono bent down to examine it a bit more, but a noise caught her attention. She looked up to see a dark-haired woman dressed in a green kimono standing near the storehouse. She held a paper lantern in her hand that emanated a soft glow. Fear took hold of Aono, but she quickly overcame it, telling herself that the woman was most likely one of the shrine maidens.

"You scared me,” she mentioned. 

"I am sorry,” the woman stated. "I was just retrieving something from the storeroom. Would you mind helping me?”

Aono was hesitant. She felt a bit suspicious of the woman, but she pushed aside her worries and nodded. What harm could come from it?

 

"You know, I was beginning to think no one was here.”

The woman laughed.

"We are always here.” 

"Sure,” Aono uttered. 

She was a bit weirded out by her.

The woman opened the storeroom door and walked inside. The only source of light came from her lantern, so Aono had to hurry to catch up with her before she was left alone in the dark. 

Selves of items sat against the walls as they wandered further into the room. At the back wall, on a table, the woman turned and pointed with a slim finger to something. It appeared to be a small box with an amulet attached to it. 

"That is it. Can you pick it up for me?”

Aono raised a curious brow.

"Am I allowed? I mean…it seems sacred. I don't think I should–”

"Pick it up,” the woman ordered. 

What was up with her? 

Aono narrowed her eyes and grabbed the box off the table but as soon as she did, a burning sensation engulfed her face, and she dropped it onto the floor. Crying out in pain, she placed her hands against her heated skin, but no sooner had it started, than it stopped.

What just happened? 

Aono peeked out from between her fingers and to her horror, the amulet tied around the box had come done. The woman grinned eerily and leaned down to pick it up, taking off the top. Inside was the distal phalanx of a finger bone. There was something seriously off about this situation. 

Taking a step back, the teen gasped as the dark-haired woman reached out and grabbed her by the arm. Even though she was wearing a long-sleeved sweater and a wool coat, she could feel an icy chill creep up her skin.

"Let me go,” Aono ordered sternly, attempting to pull her arm back.  

She did not think the woman would do it. 

With her arm free, Aono stumbled back. She caught her balance and sneered at the woman. But to her horror, the lantern she was holding began to shake. A cut formed in the middle, running horizontally, and when it parted, a long and grotesque tongue protruded from it. Then a single bloodshot eye opened above the mouth, turning to her. 

Aono gasped. She turned to run, but the tongue shot out and wrapped around her leg, knocking her off balance and to the floor. Turning onto her back, she leaned up on her elbows and watched the woman turn and dislocate the bones in her arms with a sickening crack, turning them around her back like a contortionist. 

She sank to the floor and crawled up Aono’s body, pushing her back onto the floor. The hair around her head began to rise, revealing an open mouth that contained sharp needle-like teeth on the back of her head. 

Aono attempted to push the woman off her, but the hair took hold of her arms and shoved them onto the floor on either side of her head. A thick lock coiled around her neck like a snake and tightened, making Aono gasp for air.

This thing was going to choke her to death.

Struggling, Aono watched through teary eyes as the woman removed the distal phalanx from the box and lifted it to her mouth.

"Swallow it,” the woman ordered. 

Was she insane? 

Aono tightened her jaw in protest. But the mouth on the back of the woman’s head opened up and screeched obscenely, making Aono cry out in tremendous pain. The two-mouthed woman took the chance to slither locks into her mouth and shove the finger bone down her throat. 

Choking on the foreign object, Aono felt the woman release her and back away. She wasted no time and sat, trying to remove the finger from her mouth, but it was far too late. An intense pain overtook her, and she collapsed to the floor, writhing. It felt like every nerve in her body was on fire.  

Something was not right.

"Jii…chan,” she managed to cry.

It was too much. Darkness took hold of her and she fell unconscious as the hands of time turned in reverse.  

[avionvadion]

“You’ve fallen for quite the powerful specter, haven’t you? I could’ve given you a moment of true bliss, you know. Had you just continued to play along, you finally would have been embraced by this handsome demon… before ending up in my belly. Such a shame. No matter. The only choice you have left is to surrender and let me devour you!"

Freaking shapeshifters.