#kind of inotan

[belovedmuichiro]

Inotan on a little date… they try to be more sophisticated in public, but they can be so childish when they’re together. It starts with Tanjiro disappearing behind a tree to startle Inosuke from behind, and at some point Inosuke splashes pond water in his face, so Tanjiro throws blades of grass and specks of mud at him, which gives Inosuke the idea to lovingly wrestle him on the ground, and so on and so forth. They walk back home soaked, dirty, with flowers and mud picking out of their hair, but their smiles are blinding

[letstryagaingonpachiro]

Tanjiro also taught him proper waste disposal last week, and that means the not-white egg parts have been composted.

Inosuke does his work well, so, naturally.

[ngtskynebula]

can't believe i fell in love with another ship because of tumblr. again.

[squilfmybeloved]

ok so im like reworking the whole fic w/ demon!tanjiro and rewriting literally everything! im not 100% decided on what the name of it will be, but its def gonna be something from a song i listened to while writing it

its not necessarily a kamado siblings role reversal- both siblings are demons, tanjiro is just like. a half baked one or something idk. giyuu is still the one who finds them, but instead of taking them to urokodaki, he takes them to kyojuro. rengiyuu is already an established relationship.

giyuu and kyojuro train the siblings- tanjiro to be a demon slayer, and nezuko in combat. also, tanjiro is trans ftm! this is kind of a major plot point- he has the same name through the whole story, so hes still tanjiro, but in the beginning refers to himself as she/her til he figures stuff out <3 (me projecting onto characters again 😔)

this also features tanjiro and his boyfriend collection 👍 im not sure if the engame will be inotan, muitan, or gentan bc im so soft for all of them

uhh i think thats it for now! thx for coming to my ted talk

[simplenefelibata]

i'm writing an inotan one shot and ugh they're so. i'll never feel that kind of love they invented it

[catladywriter]

Inotan Fanfic: Pretty Privilege

Synopsis: Tanjirou, Nezuko, Zenitsu and Inosuke have been running the Wisteria Garden, a cozy and popular eatery, for two years. Their peaceful routine is disrupted when a rude customer tries to harass Inosuke for his good looks, then proceeds to insult him when asked to leave. Tanjirou’s protective instincts flare up. (Cue Tanjirou publicly giving his boyfriend such sweet compliments that Inosuke can’t help but blush)

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Secondary Pairing: ZenNezu (Zenitsu x Nezuko)

Setting: Canon AU, 3 years after the main story ends

Wordcount: 4400+ words

Status: Complete One-shot. 6th story in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom.

This story can be enjoyed on its own. But if you read the previous installments in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom, you may appreciate certain references and throwbacks as well as the character development throughout the series. If you have the time, I suggest reading the earlier stories in consecutive order before diving into this one.

To recap, our main characters and their birds live together in the Kamado family household, and they run an eatery in the neighboring town called the Wisteria Garden. In this installment, Inosuke and Tanjirou are 19 years old, Zenitsu is 20, and Nezuko is 18. They have a resident cat at the eatery named Kuro-chan.

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It had been two years since Inosuke had taken up his customer-facing role at the Wisteria Garden, a cozy eatery that Tanjirou and Nezuko had inherited from their kind-hearted neighbour. Nestled in the heart of a charming town near their mountain home, the eatery was a haven for food lovers, who flocked to taste the simple but scrumptious dishes that the Kamado siblings whipped up with fresh ingredients from the local farms.

But the food was not the only attraction. Ever since Inosuke ditched his fearsome boar mask, he had also become a feast for the eyes. He attracted many admirers, especially young ladies, with his stunning face and muscular physique. Zenitsu teased him relentlessly, calling him the “walking signboard” because of his striking looks.

Inosuke was annoyed and uneasy by the constant attention, the bold stares from customers, and the palpable adoration that dripped from the young women who made the place their regular hangout. He felt like they were invading his privacy and mocking his pride. He would scowl back at them with his usual intensity, hoping to frighten them away. But to his vexation, his frowns only seemed to make them more thrilled. They would titter and flush, then glance away shyly, only to sneak another peek at him later.

Inosuke eventually learned to ignore them, or at least bear with them. He realised that they didn’t mean any harm, and that they were just showing their appreciation in their own way. He also knew that Tanjirou would be disappointed if Inosuke caused any trouble with the customers. Tanjirou was not only his loyal underling, but also his boyfriend, and Inosuke cared about him more than anything, even if he didn’t always show it.

But then, a new customer appeared, one who challenged Inosuke like no other. She wore a kimono that blended Western and Eastern styles, with delicate lace and fur accents that made her stand out from the crowd. She accessorised her outfit with lace gloves, a beaded purse, and a felt hat that sat on her short, stylish haircut. Instead of geta, she wore shoes with slender, towering heels that looked like needles. They seemed absurdly impractical for walking, but she strutted with confidence. To shield herself from the sun’s rays, she carried a parasol, which she propped against the table. During a brief chat with Zenitsu, she revealed that she had just returned from studying abroad in a distant country with a name too complex for him to remember. She also mentioned that her father owned the coffee shop two streets away.

This strange customer never blinked under Inosuke’s fierce gaze; instead, she matched it with her own. She always found a reason to call Inosuke over, whether it was to refill her water, bring more condiments, ask about the menu, or just make small talk. It made Inosuke feel like he was being bossed around, which rubbed him the wrong way. She seemed to occupy the eatery around the clock, showing up for both lunch and dinner. Inosuke had faced some of the most terrifying demons in the land during his demon-slaying days and never backed down, but this woman unnerved him.

Inosuke despised her attitude. He felt like she was taunting him, or trying to manipulate him somehow. He wanted to snap at her, or better yet, punch her in the face. But he knew he couldn’t do that. He didn’t want to let down Tanjirou, who always reminded him to be polite and courteous towards the customers. So Inosuke decided to seek some advice from Zenitsu instead.

“Ugh, that woman is still staring at me,” Inosuke complained, his voice laced with annoyance. “She’s been doing it for a week now. Her eyes make my skin crawl, like she wants to eat me or something.”

Zenitsu rolled his eyes. He was well aware of Inosuke’s popularity among the customers, thanks to his handsome appearance. It was nothing new; it had been happening ever since Inosuke retired his boar mask two years ago. Zenitsu had lost count of how many times he had to soothe him, saying, “They’re staring because they find you attractive. It’s a compliment. Just ignore it or something.”

Besides, the woman in question was quite a beauty herself, even if she seemed arrogant. The way she dressed and acted reminded him of the wealthy and fashionable ladies from the city. Shouldn’t Inosuke be flattered by such attention? Zenitsu couldn’t help but wonder if Inosuke was secretly fishing for compliments.

Zenitsu’s mind drifted back to when they first started working at the Wisteria Garden. At first, Inosuke had tried to be polite to the customers, albeit with evident discomfort. But it didn’t last long before his impatience and rudeness resurfaced.

Zenitsu vividly remembered the day Inosuke slammed a menu onto a table occupied by a group of giggling girls who were ogling him. The loud bang had startled Zenitsu, and he rushed over to apologise to the customers, fearing they would be angry. To his surprise, the girls laughed even harder, exclaiming, “He’s even cuter when he’s mad!”

Such incidents became more frequent, with Inosuke growing more insolent in his behaviour. He snapped at customers who took too long to order and scolded those who wasted any food. To Zenitsu’s confusion, the customers asked for Inosuke’s name, not to report his poor service, but to request him again when they came back. It seemed that having a pretty face gave Inosuke a license to be nasty, while the girls kept swooning over him. Meanwhile, Zenitsu had done his best to be friendly and sociable with customers, only to get lukewarm reactions in comparison.

“Some people are just shallow,” Zenitsu muttered under his breath. “Thank goodness Nezuko-chan is different from them.”

“Hey!” Inosuke waved his hand in front of Zenitsu, snapping him out of his daydream. Zenitsu realised that he had zoned out while Inosuke was ranting.

"Well, I'm sure you can handle it," Zenitsu said flatly.

“What?!” Inosuke roared, stunned by Zenitsu’s indifferent response.

"Zenitsu," Nezuko chided, having overheard their conversation. Her tone was gentle but reproachful. "Inosuke needs your help. How can you be so dismissive?"

"I don't need any help!" Inosuke protested. “I just remember Tanjirou telling me to talk to Zenitsu if customers get out of hand.”

“I think you’re the one who’s out of hand,” Zenitsu retorted.

Inosuke was momentarily speechless, struggling to convey his discomfort in the face of Zenitsu’s apathy. Nezuko intervened once more.

"Zenitsu, you're being unfair. That woman is really creepy, and she practically lives here. If someone was stalking me like that, I'd be freaked out too."

Zenitsu's protective instincts flared, and he declared, eyes popping and veiny, "Don't worry, Nezuko-chan. If someone stalks you, I'll gouge out their eyes."

Nezuko smiled. "That's a bit over the top, but all I'm saying is, you should consider Inosuke's feelings."

Zenitsu turned sour again. "You're my girlfriend, so it's different. Inosuke is a man, and he's our boss, as he always reminds us. He can take care of himself."

Inosuke felt his anger rising. Zenitsu was being more of a hindrance than a help. He should have never asked him in the first place.

"Of course, I can take care of myself," he snarled, rolling up his haori sleeves menacingly.

"Umm, Inosuke? What are you going to do?" Nezuko asked nervously, as she watched Inosuke storm toward the woman who still stared at him.

"I'm going to punch her eyes out."

*

Tanjirou had been swamped in the kitchen, churning out the endless list of orders, but he abandoned his usual post when Nezuko came to alert him of the latest situation. He had a mission to accomplish, to confront the brazen woman who had been plaguing Inosuke’s life.

As he stepped into the dining area, he saw Zenitsu wrestling to hold back Inosuke, who was clearly on the edge of committing an act of violence. With a calm and reassuring nod, Tanjirou caught Inosuke’s eye. He flashed a thumbs-up and mouthed, “Leave it to me.”

The signal seemed to work like magic, instantly calming Inosuke’s frayed nerves. The wild, raging fury in his face gave way to a sense of relief and trust, and Zenitsu loosened his grip with a sigh of gratitude.

He approached the customer’s table, putting on a polite smile, and asked, “How’s the food today, miss? Is everything to your liking?”

Her response was less than satisfactory. With a subtle roll of her eyes, she acknowledged the question but made it clear that her primary interest was elsewhere. She wasn’t here for the food; her focus was still fixed on Inosuke, the unwilling target of her relentless gaze.

Tanjirou, leaning slightly forward, decided to get straight to the point. “I noticed you’ve been staring at our friend Inosuke quite persistently,” he said, his tone courteous but firm. “It’s making him very uncomfortable, and frankly, it’s a form of harassment.”

With an arrogant tilt of her head, she crossed her arms, adopting a stance of defiance. “Well, it’s my right to look at whatever catches my eye,” she snapped, her words carried an air of entitlement.

Tanjirou decided to appeal to her sense of empathy. “How would you feel if someone stared at you in the same way?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Without a second’s hesitation, she replied with a wicked smirk, “Oh, if it were someone as handsome as Inosuke, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Tanjirou blinked, momentarily stunned by her brazen response. But he quickly regained his composure, realising that this woman was far too bold and thick-skinned for subtleties. Clearing his throat, he decided to assert his authority.

“We really aim to make Wisteria Garden a comfortable and welcoming place for everyone, whether you’re part of our little family here or a guest. I’d appreciate it if you could help us maintain that friendly atmosphere. But if you can’t, I might have to politely ask you to leave.”

The woman’s expression changed, and for a moment, Tanjirou thought he saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes. But then she straightened her back and lifted her chin, a defiant spark returning to her gaze. The showdown was far from over.

“I can’t believe you’re kicking me out,” she spat, her voice seething with contempt. “And for what? This ignorant boar who can barely string a sentence together? He’s just a waiter, and one with a horrible attitude. He’s only getting by because of his pretty face. He should be thankful that someone like me even bothers to look at him. In fact, who cares about being part of your family here? I’m the one paying you, after all. How dare you put me on the same level as you peasants.” 

Tanjirou felt his normally warm and patient demeanor shift into a boiling anger. He squared his shoulders and locked onto her gaze with unyielding intensity.

“You know,” he began, his voice steady but edged with the unmistakable weight of his fury, “his attitude might seem horrible to you, but maybe it’s because your own attitude is disrespectful. We all work incredibly hard to ensure our customers enjoy their meals here.”

As Tanjirou spoke, the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant changed subtly. The lively chatter that had filled the air before died down to a faint murmur, casting a heavy silence over the room. Customers, who had been engrossed in their meals and conversations, turned their attention to the unfolding confrontation. The room seemed to hold its breath as Tanjirou’s words took effect, and the surprise in the customer’s eyes was obvious. Clearly, no one had ever spoken to her like this before.

He took a step closer, his voice firm and full of conviction. "We pour our hearts into what we do. Our days are long, our feet barely touch the ground, and we’re often the last ones to sit down and have a meal. Every single person who works in the food trade, regardless of their role, works hard to ensure that you, our customers, never go hungry at any time of the day. But being a customer doesn’t make you right or superior to everyone else. If having more education than others makes you think that you’re better than anyone else, I’m afraid that education is wasted on you.”

Tanjirou paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before continuing. "And let me make it clear, Inosuke is more than just a waiter. It’s a respectable role, no matter what you may think. But to set the record straight, he’s also the boss here, and that specialty tempura hotpot you’ve been enjoying for days? It’s his idea. He’s intelligent, diligent, and driven, constantly challenging himself to improve. He’s not the ‘good for nothing’ you make him out to be, relying only on his looks. In fact, Inosuke is an extraordinary person, far more than you can imagine. He’s brave, loyal, and big-hearted. He’s always there for me and our friends. We couldn’t do without him here at the Wisteria Garden. Or in every way, really."

Tanjirou’s words had struck a chord, and for the first time, doubt clouded her unwavering confidence. The once-arrogant expression now faltered, and a flicker of uncertainty danced in her eyes. But beneath it all, fury still smoldered, manifesting in the fiery flush of her cheeks and the tremble of her lips.

Despite her angry expression, Tanjirou’s keen sense of smell told him that the woman felt more shame than rage. The telltale scent of embarrassment wafted from her, mingling with the remnants of her anger, creating a complex olfactory tapestry. He understood that his words had not only challenged her arrogance but had also touched a nerve, making her confront her own behaviour.

With a touch of satisfaction, Tanjirou continued, his voice stern but not unkind, “That’s all I have to say. I hope you take a moment to reflect on it. Now, I’d kindly ask you to apologise to Inosuke.”

The customer’s face underwent a rapid transformation, shifting from initial embarrassment to evident surprise, before ultimately settling into an expression of sheer indignation. Her nostrils flared, and her lips twisted into a deep scowl, as if the very idea of uttering an apology was an affront to her pride.

With a heavy sigh, Tanjirou said, “If that’s too much to ask, please consider leaving and never coming back.” He gestured toward the exit, feeling a pang of disappointment in his chest.

The woman didn’t waste a second. She snatched her purse and parasol and stormed towards the door, her needle-like heels clicking loudly against the wood floor.

Senjurou, who had been quietly watching the spectacle over his meal, couldn’t contain himself any longer. He stood up and clapped vigorously, his applause soon joined by other patrons in the eatery.

Tanjirou, slightly embarrassed by the unexpected applause, managed a sheepish smile. “Sorry for the interruption,” he said, bowing slightly to the customers, before heading back to the kitchen.

As he walked away, he noticed his companions watching him. Zenitsu had a look of genuine awe on his face, while Nezuko’s eyes sparkled with admiration. Even Inosuke, known for his pride and bravado, seemed slightly abashed by the high praise Tanjirou had given him, his cheeks tinged with a faint rosy hue, a rare moment of vulnerability that only Tanjirou’s words could elicit.

*

Back in the kitchen, Tanjirou's heart still raced with the lingering effects of the confrontation. He leaned against the counter, pondering the exchange he'd just had with the insolent customer. His parents had always taught him to be kind and respectful, especially towards women. The fact that he had to address her so firmly troubled him. He also couldn't shake off the disappointment of not being able to make her understand her mistake and apologise to Inosuke. Despite his upbringing, Tanjirou knew the world wasn't pure and kind; he had seen people turn into literal demons, and witnessed them trample on those they deemed weaker. In a timeline when demons no longer roamed, Zenitsu's occasional rants about the condescending and deceitful people he encountered during his childhood in the city reminded him that not everyone was kind. However, he had grown so comfortable with the kindness and warmth of their humble little town that this encounter had genuinely caught him off guard.

As he stood there lost in thought, Kuro-chan, their resident black cat, emerged from under a nearby chair. The commotion outside had clearly sent the feline seeking refuge. It nuzzled against Tanjirou's leg, seeking comfort. Automatically, he scratched the cat's little head, feeling some of the tension within him dissipate.

Zenitsu, Nezuko, and Inosuke soon filed into the kitchen, interrupting Tanjirou from his reverie.

"Don't be mad," Zenitsu said, flashing a sheepish grin. His sharp hearing had obviously picked up on Tanjirou's elevated heartbeats. "I think you did really well. Even I would have yelled at her."

Nezuko nodded enthusiastically. "That was an amazing speech. You made me realise and feel proud of the hard work we put in for our customers. And it was so romantic the way you defended Inosuke and called him extraordinary. Awww."

Zenitsu couldn't resist teasing. "My goosebumps were all over the floor, you know." He made a face and rubbed his arms as though trying to shake off an imaginary chill.

Tanjirou sighed, his disappointment lingering. "I just wished she understood where she went wrong and apologised to Inosuke."

Zenitsu, ever the realist, crossed his arms. "Well, Inosuke needs to know that he can't always get his way.” With a sly grin, he turned to Inosuke and added, "That woman rattled you because, for once, you met your match. She's obnoxious, cocky, rude and unapologetic. Perhaps you'll take this as an opportunity to reflect on yourself and learn to be more appreciative and kind to our other customers, eh?"

Inosuke, however, held his head high, a contemptuous gleam in his brilliant emerald eyes as he declared haughtily, "Not a chance! It's their good fortune to be in the presence of me, extraordinary Hashibira Inosuke, King of Mountains, and your boss."

"Why, you!” Zenitsu shot an exasperated glance at Tanjirou. “Look at what you've done! All that praise inflated his thick boar head!"

"I don't care what you or that woman says," Inosuke declared, his chest puffed up with pride. "Tanjirou said I'm extraordinary, and he's completely right!"

"Your rudeness is extraordinary!" Zenitsu snapped back.

Tanjirou watched their playful banter, feeling his spirits lift. Inosuke's pride was as untamable as the wild boars he'd grown up with, but that was what made him unique. Tanjirou always felt that Inosuke was a genius in his own right. He had thrived in the wilderness, learned to converse despite never attending any formal school, and even invented his own breathing technique and mastered it. If circumstances had been different, he might have been a revered Hashira from a young age, much like Muichirou. 

"But then, he wouldn't be my Inosuke, the Inosuke I know and love," Tanjirou shook his head, smiling to himself.

*

A few mornings later, as they bustled around, getting the eatery ready for the lunch shift, Zenitsu burst into the kitchen with an urgent tone. "Hey, guess what? That rude woman from the other day is back!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Inosuke, who had been engrossed in sharpening knives, immediately tensed up at the mention of the troublesome visitor. Tanjirou offered a reassuring pat on Inosuke's shoulder.

"It's alright, Inosuke. I'll handle it," he assured his boyfriend before confidently striding out of the kitchen towards the woman. She stood somewhat awkwardly at the entrance, an anxious expression on her face, fidgeting with the straps of her bag as she waited.

Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko hurriedly followed behind, with Zenitsu hissing at Inosuke to put the knives away.

Sensing that she had none of that haughty demeanour and anger from previously, Tanjirou spoke gently, "Good morning, miss. What brings you here today?"

She looked up, a sense of remorse in her eyes. "I'm not here to make trouble," she began, her voice sincere. "I came to apologise to Inosuke-san and all of you." She held up a large paper bag with both hands. 

“Coffee beans!” Zenitsu remarked as he glanced inside the bag.

“Yes, they’re coffee beans.” She nodded humbly. “It’s a small gift as a token of my apology."

Inosuke glared at the peace offering. "How do we know you haven't laced it with anything weird?" he grumbled, clearly still wary of her intentions.

The woman's expression remained earnest. "I'm truly sincere about this. My father personally brewed these beans. He owns the coffee shop just a couple of streets away from here." Her gaze briefly shifted in the direction of her father's coffee shop. "I would never do anything to tarnish his good name."

“He's worked tirelessly to raise me and send me abroad. But he never allowed me to work alongside him, because he knew how grueling it was,” she continued. “Until that day we had our uhh… talk, I never had any interest in the workings of his shop. But after that, I went to watch him at work. He spent the entire day on his feet, working side by side with his employees, even though he's the boss. He stayed late every night, and wouldn't leave until the last employee did." She looked slightly pained, and her voice carried a mix of astonishment and remorse. "I realised how wrong I was. I'm deeply sorry for my words, and I genuinely appreciate you enlightening me. I promise to treat all workers with respect from now on. And I hope my behaviour doesn’t affect your impression of my father." She bowed her head in contrition.

Tanjirou accepted the bag with a kind smile. "Your father must be gentle person," he said.

"Eh?" the woman looked at him in surprise.

"Because you have a fine upbringing, and you're inherently kind and brave," Tanjirou continued. "You’ve shown a lot of courage and humility by coming here today and apologising."

He smiled at her, a warm and dazzling smile this time, sending her cheeks into a radiant flush. 

"Um, I think you're a gentle person too!" she blurted out suddenly. "Will you go out with me?"

Tanjirou furrowed his brows, taken aback by the unexpected confession. "What? Miss, I thought you agreed with what we discussed that day..."

She interrupted him, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Oh, but I'm not going to harass you! I’ll leave now, but I'll come and find you when you close for the day!"

Before Tanjirou could formulate a rejection, a commotion erupted behind him. He turned to see Zenitsu and Nezuko desperately trying to restrain Inosuke, who was brandishing his knives like they were swords.

"Calm down, Inosuke! Murder is a crime!" Zenitsu cried out.

"Please let Nii-chan handle this!" Nezuko pleaded.

Inosuke barked, "He's mine! Scram or I'll cut your eyes out!"

The woman, quickly piecing together the situation, apologised profusely and bolted out of the door.

“All right, all right, I’m sure she got the message,” Tanjirou said, attempting to pacify Inosuke as he bellowed from the doorway, his voice echoing long after the woman's kimono vanished from view.  A few curious neighbours from the nearby shops peeked their heads out, wondering what the commotion was about. Tanjirou and Nezuko gently guided him back inside to sit down.

"Phew, let's hope we don't have any more customers like her," Nezuko sighed, shaking her head.

"It's a shame though, she did seem genuinely remorseful," Tanjirou pondered, a hint of sympathy in his voice.

“Well, don’t go casually flirting with customers then, dummy,” Zenitsu snarked. 

"I wasn't flirting with her!" Tanjirou protested, his expression a blend of incredulity and innocence. "She looked genuinely sorry and downcast. I just wanted to cheer her up!"

Zenitsu let out a theatrical sigh. "I put in so much effort to cheer up the ladies, but why does none of them want to harass me or ask me out? Oh, Nezuko-chan, don’t get me wrong, it was just a slip of the tongue!” he cried out. But Nezuko had already turned away, shooting him a withering look before heading to the kitchen.

“Zenitsu, you really need to stop saying things like that. You know Nezuko cares for you deeply.” Tanjirou admonished.

“I know that, I know that!” Zenitsu sobbed. “It was just a momentary lapse! How can you scold me when this is all your fault and Inosuke’s fault anyway!”

"I should put on my boar head again. Everyone in this town already knows me anyway," Inosuke declared, his voice laced with impulsiveness.

"No, please don’t! I love seeing your face. It gives me strength on a tough day at work," Tanjirou said earnestly.

Inosuke's face lit up with pride and satisfaction. “Fine. I won’t wear it, then, if it helps my best underling do well at work.”

"I think you should wear it. Your face irritates me," Zenitsu deadpanned.

“I don’t care what you think, Monitsu,” Inosuke retorted, sticking his tongue out in defiance. “And another thing…” With a swift and unexpected move, he leaned in, capturing Tanjirou's lips in a passionate kiss. He felt Tanjirou’s surprise turn into delight as he kissed him back eagerly. When he pulled back, he flashed a smug grin.  “See? I can’t do that with the head on. And that wouldn’t be fair for an extraordinary boyfriend like me.”

Tanjirou, used to Inosuke’s spontaneous nature, just smiled and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. He looked into his eyes and said softly, “You’re right. You’re an extraordinary boyfriend, and I love you just the way you are.” He leaned in and gave him another kiss, this time more tender and sweet.

“You’re both revolting!” Zenitsu shrieked, rubbing his arms as if they were covered in slime. “Nezuko-chaaan! I’m sorry! Please forgive me, don’t leave me alone with them!” He sprinted into the kitchen, leaving the two lovers to their own devices.

The audacious customer never showed up at their eatery again. But a pleasant surprise followed. They started getting regular bento lunch orders from the nearby coffee shop. The young lady boss had introduced a new benefit for her staff, offering them free meals, not only at the Wisteria Garden, but also at other local eateries.

And so, life went on at the Wisteria Garden, where tasty food and warm smiles were always on the menu, where respect and friendship were cherished above all else, and where love kept on growing.

Next story in the series: Sleeping Together

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Author's Notes: This fic is a little different from what I usually write. It was inspired by a bunch of things. First, there was the great resignation that happened during the Covid period, when many F&B workers quit their jobs to seek better pay and conditions. I remember coming across a post by servers complaining that they were frequently hit on at work. So I decided to incorporate these ideas in this fic. I also had an idea about the characters running a Tsundere Cafe in the high school AU setting. I lost interest in that, but I still wanted to incorporate my idea of the kind of server Inosuke would be, so this fic came about! I think it was timely, considering that we’re venturing into “this fic was supposed to be based in the restaurant but nothing happens in the restaurant” territory lmao.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @mustlovesteve for the tag!! 💕🥹

1. How many works do you have an AO3? 50!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 310,900

3. What fandoms do you write for? Primarily Stranger Things/Steddie at the moment, but I dabble still with bnha, mxtx, naruto, and other fandoms (just unpublished).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Secret Deku Box - bnha/bkdk I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind - bnha/bkdk a kiss, a kiss, for you and for me - kny/inotan Worth It - bnha/bkdk if you can't find the morning light, i'm here tonight - bnha/bkdk

5. Do you respond to comments? I always TRY to but I get really shy or self conscious or awkward, so sometimes it takes me an age to build up the nerve and then I feel weird about how long it's been LOL but I do read through my comments regularly, especially when I feel like giving up on a WIP.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm a happy-endings-always kind of writer! So at MOST, my fics end with an ambiguous ending I was not born to drown (i gave baku cancer and don't tell you one way or the other that he recovers or dies, except in my author's note. i was helping to take care of someone with cancer at the time, this fic made me SOB to write).

My most recent fic is probably it though, The Waking Wait my attempt at horror, but I still wouldn't say it's a devastating ending imo. Probably the angstiest though!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Like said above, MOST of my fics are happy endings, if not just pure fluff. I will say my favorite happy ending was the night is long which was my answer to the end of The Untamed. I reread it sometimes and still get super giddy about it.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I wrote/write bkdk. What do you think? LOL Nothing recently at all though, and never anything like my voltron days

9. Do you write smut? Yes! I love writing romance, and I really enjoy writing those intimate moments. I think people look at smut and say "that's just porn." But, it's also another way to show love between characters and most o the time, that's what I'm writing it for.

Though other times, ofc, it is just porn LMAO

10. Do you write crossovers? I used to dabble in a spn/teen wolf crossover, and more recently I think about a stranger things/spn crossover, but I never actually write them seriously LOL

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I am unaware if I have!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I have lost the links to them though! I'm devastated!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I've started a few co-written fics before, but they never go anywhere for one reason or another. I also don't think I'm a good co-writing partner, so I never really chase opportunities to.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? UHH I have many ships that live with me forever (destiel, bkdk, steddie, haulian) and I'll regularly pop through to read and reread fics even if I'm not very active in the fandom. I have some that I'll have a craving for randomly after years not thinking about them but are still integral to my personality (hannigram, stucky, kakairu, wangxian, bagginshield). I'm sure there's some I've forgotten to list here LOL

But could I pick an ALL TIME favorite?? Could I, if I could only pick ONE ship that I'm only allowed to read/write for the rest of my life and nothing else EVER AGAIN, could I make a choice????? Probably not. I could be happy stuck with any of the above LOL

(It also might be hualian tho LMAO)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Look, I am always aiming to finish all of my WIPs, even if they haven't updated in five years now (YES, even 100 Ways to Say). I think I should write fics to completion, and not publish them—but I usually post stuff thinking "No one will read this" and then I'm super wrong LMAO

However, Mitsukeru actually used to be a WIP that I only changed to complete in the past year or so. I hope no one has actually been holding on to that updating since 2017, but I think Hori did a better job than me so I'll concede my alternate ending— WAIT I went to reread it, actually it kinda slaps. STILL it may never get finished but who knows hahahahahah

16. What are your writing strengths? I think, and I've been told, that I'm very good at characterization which pleases me to no end. I feel pretty confident across a wide array of genres.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I don't have staying power, and I don't have any strength in longer, intricate plots. What I really want to write is like slice-of-life stuff, but most people don't read that. It's also why I haven't attempted to break out of fanfic into actual novel writing.

I also think I've lost a lot of coherency over the past two years. Sometimes I'll write something, publish, and them come back to read it months later and be like "that actually would make zero sense if you didn't live in my head." It's something I'm really struggling to correct, especially with there will be sad songs IM TIRED AND NOTHING MAKE SENSE ANYMORE

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I think it takes effort to do it RIGHT. I do it a lot in my writing for anime fandoms, but 1) I've had two years of Japanese classes, 2) my audience GENERALLY knows the handful of words I'm willing to toss in, and 3) Japanese honorifics really add something to dialogue that doesn't have an English counterpart.

Now, I've done the same in danmei fandoms as well, and I'm unsure how successful I am there! I always try to approach it respectfully, and thankfully readers are generally happy to help me adjust (thank you!). A lot of that vocab is pretty common knowledge for that audience as well.

NOW, what I don't enjoy is whole sections of dialogue in another language that I have to go translate in google or scroll down and lose my place, regardless of the writer's fluency. This is ESPECIALLY annoying on mobile LOL

To each their own ALWAYS, but to me, it only makes sense if it's narratively important to the plot (like keeping something secret from the audience and the POV character) or if you're JRR Tolkien (or Tolkien fanfic writers LOL)

19. First fandom you wrote for? GOD okay the first fic I can genuinely remember writing was for Beyblade. Like, the FIRST beyblade anime back in 2001. I was 10.

I do wonder if I wrote anything for digimon though. Elementary school me was in a chokehold. I used to draw a digimon on each of my class folders, it's a core memory of mine and also how I made my first friend LOL

20. Favorite fics you've written? I'm immensely proud of good winter, i'll be with you even though I at the moment have no idea how to finish it correctly. I've rewritten the epilogue three times now IM TIRED and deeply unsatisfied each time. BUT I'm super proud of the plot line hahaha

Tagging: I am too shy and awkward to tag people, so if you come across this and wish that you had been tagged, CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED and make sure you link me so I can see your answers! uwu

[strawhatboy]

bestie how do you feel about inotan and muitan?

hi bestie! so, I ship inotan! I really think tanjiro and inosuke like each other and will eventually become romantically involved whenever they are ready. inosuke relies on tanjiro emotionally, values his opinions, and always listens to him without hesitation. not to mention, he is always holding or touching tanjiro, and it's so cute fjdfkdf. of course, zenitsu also touches inosuke often, but usually to physically stop him from doing something stupid. anyway, married couple (idiot 1 and idiot 2) and their pathetic wingman (somehow the only brain cell) <3

I don't ship muitan romantically, but I think they have a very special connection. tanjiro reminds muichiro of who he used to be when he was younger and hadn't been devastated by the violence of the onis. muichiro mentions that he recognizes or remembers (?) tanjiro's eyes because they are the same eyes as his father's, who was a very kind person. but muichiro was (and still is) also a very kind person. maybe he doesn't remember or thinks the violence has permanently changed him, but tanjiro reminds him of who he used to be and I think muichiro wants to continue being that person because it was what his brother loved most about him. and this thing about tanjiro, bringing out the best in people, even those who think so little of themselves, is the most interesting factor that makes people so attached to the story.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Ko-Fi!! || AO3

Obey Me! Shall We Date?/Nightbringer

[Barbatos]

One-Shots:

-nightbringer's tango

Series:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

-falling in love with cat hybrid mc

[Lucifer]

One-Shots:

-i'm sleeping with a ghoul

Series:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba

[Inotan]

One-Shots:

-one single thread of gold tyin' me to you

-i knew from the first time, i'd stay for a long time

-baby, we're just reckless kids

Series:

-i can tell that we're going to destroy one another

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

~*~

[Sanemi Shinazugawa]

One-Shots:

Series:

Drabbles:

-you and me here, underneath the mistletoe (gn!reader)

Headcanons:

LoZ: BOTW/TOTK

[Sidlinkona]

One-Shots:

Series:

-falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

NNT/4KOTA

[Trislance]

One-Shots:

Series:

-in the middle of the darkest night

-i’m gonna make this place your home

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

[Lancelot]

One-Shots:

Series:

-maybe i just wanna be yours (GN!Reader)

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

[Melizabeth]

One-Shots:

Series:

-i’m gonna make this place your home

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Marvel

[Bucky Barnes]

One-Shots:

-lightning (F!Reader)

-sweater weather (M!Reader)

Series:

-irresistible (M!Reader)

Drabbles:

-i don’t wanna live forever (GN!Reader)

-isn’t it lovely? (F!Reader)

-train wreck

Headcanons:

[Natasha Romanoff]

One-Shots:

-these kinds of mornings (F!Reader)

Series:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

[Stucky]

One-Shots:

Series:

-if tomorrow you won’t be mine

Drabbles:

-40s stucky

Headcanons:

[IronWinter]

One-Shots:

Series:

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

-cat dads

[Sambucky]

One-Shots:

Series:

Drabbles:

-all i know

Headcanons:

Stranger Things

[Mileven]

One-Shots:

-a traditional question

-the history of us (Mileven Week 2022)

Drabbles:

Series:

Headcanons:

[Joyce & El]

One-Shots:

Drabbles:

-make this place your home

Series:

Headcanons:

[Robin Buckley]

One-Shots:

-you are my home, my home for all seasons (F!Reader)

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Series:

[Mike Wheeler]

One-Shots:

Series:

Headcanons:

-general

Drabbles:

[demonslayerrp]

looking for a roleplay partner !

hi everyone! im looking for an 18+ (hopefully long term) role play partner to rp with on discord. im 21, use they/he pronouns and im a more literate roleplayer (my grammar/punctuation is much better when writing than in posting i promise) but am flexible in the length of responses, depending on the story’s situation. im open to rping nsfw, but not when minor characters are involved, even aged up.

im looking to roleplay for demon slayer, as the url of the blog suggests. my biggest wish would be to roleplay rengiyuu (rengoku/tomioka), but id also be down for uzuren (tengen/rengoku) or inotan (inosuke/tanjiro).

im aware the community for it is kind of dead, but im also looking to roleplay for puella magi madoka magica, specifically for madohomu (madoka/homura) or kyosaya (kyoko/sayaka), though im very flexible on shipping as i tend to enjoy all ships with the holy quintent involved.

as for general topics, i thoroughly enjoy anything from hurt/comfort and angst to fluff, so im pretty open to anything.

if you’re interested, feel free to dm this blog and we can discuss there, and hopefully move to discord if things work out! <3

[anomaly-hivemind]

Sweater Holders || Tanjiro x Inosuke

Chapter Five, Chapter Seven

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters, Alternate Universe Angst, Bottom!Inosuke, Breeding, College!Au, Cuddles, Douma, Fluff, Gae, Himbos, MDNI, Mental Comfort, Mutual Pining, Potential Gore, Top!Tanjiro, Virgin, Biting, Body Worship, Bottom, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers, if you know you know, Inotan, Teacher!Muzan, Slowburn, Smut, Tanjiro'S BigAssForehead, Top

Chapter Six

Recommended Songs: Golden Hour(instrumental)- JVKE

Overcooked main menu music

Overcooked level music

Inosuke pov

A few months have passed and my mom is now recovering from having a baby. I've been keeping in touch with Tanjiro a lot since he took care of me when I got sick from being reckless and I've thanked him a few times over because of it. I've been trying to come up with something to make it up,for him taking care of me. Even if he said it was fine and that I didn't need to do anything as a form of apology or a thank you. I just feel like I should anyway.

So here I was coming up and planning something for Tanjiro as a thank you for taking care of me, feeding me, and going as far as letting me rest in his bed until I got better.

Should I make him something; what if he doesn't like it? I could take him somewhere, but where would we go? Restaurants feel too romantic and we were just friends. The movies might work but there isn’t really anything good out at the moment, plus I wouldn’t be able to talk too much during a movie. We could go on a walk to the nearby park… nope it's still cold outside and I feel like he would pester me on not getting sick again. Maybe we eat takeout while playing video games might be fun or maybe watch some anime.

Yeah, that could work; hanging out with my friend eating takeout, and playing some of my favorite games or watching my favorite shows. He also wouldn’t take it as me saying thank you or any kind of apology. So it would work. I just have to text him and ask him if he wants to hang out and when.

So that's what I do…

Inosuke: Hey! Tangipahoa I got a new game. Do you want to come over and play it with me.

Tanjiro: Sure! When should I come over? ^u^

Inosuke: I Don't know just whenever.

Tanjiro: okay. I'll be over in about half an hour, see you soon.

Inosuke: ok.

I cut my phone off and stared at my room, which looked like a pigsty in the making now that I was looking at it. Which needs to be fixed in the short time I have before Tanjiro gets here. I really should have cleaned up before I texted him. Sighing I look down at the mess of clothes that are…well everywhere.

I sluggishly clean up my things, throwing away empty water bottles and separating dirty clothes, and putting it in my bin. Before I could put away all the clean stuff a knock appeared downstairs.

I mutter a curse and decide to drag all my clean stuff into my closet to deal with later or possibly never again. Heading downstairs and opening the door to see Tanjiro dress casually.

“Sup” was all I could think of saying.

“Hello” Tanjiro gave me a smile and wave, I stared at him blankly; he looks like a golden retriever I thought.

“Come on” I let him in, closing the door behind him. Leading him up to my now clean room, I take a seat on the floor in front of my Tv. I looked over to Tanjiro and he was standing in the middle of my room like he had never been in here before.

“Why are you standing around like that? Sit down!” I raised an eyebrow to him. I go back to setting up the game that I have,

It's not actually a new game but I manage to never play it but he doesn't need to know that. I shrug off the thought and cut the game on. It's hard to play a multiplayer game by yourself anyway.

“You ready to play” I toss him one of my spare controllers and get off the floor to sit on the bed beside him.

“What's this game about?” he looks over to me, I might have sat a little closer than intended but oh well.

“It's a timed cooking game” I looked back at him to see that he looked rather surprised. “What” I glared at him slightly.

“Sorry that just wasn’t what I thought we would be playing” he shrugged and laughed a bit.

“What did you expect us to be playing… a dating sim? something with zombies? A dating sim with ZOmbIes?!” I blurted out the first thing I could think of while tilting my head.

“Definitely something with zombies… wait did you say, do you play dating sims?!” He questioned me and I felt my ears get hot.

“N-NO!” I internally curse myself for stuttering and look away from him.

“I mean that's cool if you do.” I could feel his eyes on my back but I'm not looking at his probably stupid-looking face and his definitely stupid expression when he’s trying to be supporting or something along those lines. My face feels hot…

“Let's just play the game…” I turned the game on and The title screen popped up.

The “overcooked” game screen, the chibi characters idle in a food truck. Connecting the controllers to the game the rules pop up. The music played loudly throughout my room.

I stare at the screen a mass of undead bread things were what we would be cooking and serving. Tanjiro’s and my character separated into parts of the area.

“I guess I got those zombies.” he joked while guttering ingredients to make food. The minute-thirty timer counted down for what felt faster than its actual set time.

“Yeah, but could you consider sentient bread as zombies.” I throw the foods he made into the conveyor belt giving him more ingredients. The timer clicked down its final seconds before the alarm went off and our time for the level was up.

Game level after level it gets harder to get things done correctly in a short time. Things were getting set on fire.

“It's on Fire!” I yelled while I was trying to serve the things that were already done. Tanjiro drops a sorry apology while putting out the fire with a small laugh.

Time ran out and we lost the level. Shit. I pause the game and look over to Tanjiiro. Looking at my window, the sun was setting which means we had been playing for a few hours.

“You know I’m starting to feel glad that Kotoha-San doesn’t let you cook,” Tajiro said beside me, a playful smirk on his face.

“Yea w-well at least I don’t underseason my food!” I said my face flushed with color. What the hell is wrong with me today? Why did I stutter?

“I’m sorry if I underseasoned my food and were not allowed to add any seasonings to the food at the hospital!” Tanjiro cried out. I knew I was right though. In the past four months, Tanjiro has interned at a hospital specializing for the elderly; I had stopped by once or twice to eat lunch with the Maroon-haired boy and he could attest to the quality of the food, it was very underseasoned.

“If getting old means my food can’t have any spice or umami then I'm fine with dying young.”

Tanjiro simply laughed at the statement, feelings fluttering around nervously in my stomach. I stared at Tanjiro holding his stomach as laughter rippled through him; his earrings jangled softly and his boyish laugh filled the room. So… pretty. Wait- fuck… guys don’t usually think of eachother as pretty.

But isn’t that just toxic masculinity?

My mind raced and I quickly caught eyes with Tanjiro, he was giving me a slightly confused and amused stare. I cleared my throat and looked away to hide the embarrassment on my face.

Arhgg! What the hell was wrong with me today! I’m confused…but I place the thought in the back of my mind to think about later or probably never.

“Your face is pretty red, you okay Inosuke?”

“WhaT? I’m fine Tapioka!” My voice cracked a little.

“I guess the hot weather is getting you then huh?”

“Yeah I guess so…” I clear my throat.

“So what do you want to do now.?” He looked over at me.

“I don't know… wanna watch a movie. I also have netflix if you want to watch something on there.” I look down at the small shelf of movies I have.

“Oh what about this, I used to watch this with my little sisters all the time!” Tanjiro said, holding up a copy of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella.

We started to watch the movie and I spent the first half of it nodding my head to the beat of songs or just outright singing them. I was keeping it tame for most of the songs and other parts of the movie until one of my favorite songs started, the prince is giving a ball.

I looked over at Tanjiro and he seemed slightly surprised by my theatrics. I closed my eyes for a moment, singing with a dramatic tone and my hands extended as I half shouted the words.

Tanjio soon joined in on the singing once the duo was really starting to get closer to its peak. Somehow we had inched closer to each other, leaning on each other's shoulders as we sang the last parts of the song together. After the song ended we paused for a moment, still against each other as the movie continued to play. I quickly shuffle back a few steps back with a small but manly chuckle.

It was a bit awkward by the end of the movie, with an odd tension in the air as Tanjiro made his way home. I lead him down the stairs but I pause before opening the door.

“Hold on a second, tangerine!”

Tanjiro turned around, his eyes wide with expectancy, ready for whatever I was going to say.

“Um, I have a showcase coming up, so you should come… lemon head too I guess. I’m telling you two months in advance so you better be there.” I kind of mumbled the words a bit but he still understood what I was trying to say.

“Of course I’ll be there, Inosuke,” he said, giving me the same dopey smile he always does. There was that odd twinge in my stomach again but I quickly brushed it off as potential upset bowls.

“Hah- whatever just go, you have class in the morning right so you need to leave so you don’t miss the train,” I said, nearly pushing him out the door.

“Wow Inosuke I didn’t know you cared so much,” His eyes closed as he smiled.

“Pffp as if I just don’t want you stuck here.” I rolled my shoulders back as I spoke in a chill yet joking tone, well I at least hoped he knew I was joking.

“Yeah okay Inosuke goodbye.” he smiled and opened my front door.

[belovedmuichiro]

I feel like Inotan is just one of those couples nobody can stand to be around unless you can fully drown them out because they’re annoyingly loving. Tanjiro tries to be better about it and not make people uncomfortable, but Inosuke straight up does not give a shit and will be cuddled up to Tanjiro the whole time like a really persistent cat. Everyone has kind of given up on getting them to stop because Inosuke makes it clear he’ll bite their heads off if they comment on it, so only their inner circle can truly stand to be around them lmao. Sometimes people ask why Tanjiro doesn’t make him stop, and Tanjiro will reply “why would I? I love him!” And they’ll realize he’s just as down bad as Inosuke is akdjsjjfksk

[daglout]

Happy birthday!!!! Thank you for presenting me with Daglout, then Inotan! X,D Times have changed but I get the good kind of nostalgic when I see you on my dash!

WJFKSICJH YEAH!! Thank you for sticking around LOL!!! 😳👍‼️

[fairygardencorgis]

It's Christmas, so you can tell the truth. Your fic, "Pearls In the Garden", got me into Inotan and later MXTX since I saw that you began writing fics for that fandom. Thank you for writing such wonderful fics. I hope you have a happy holiday.

This made me so happy to see you have no idea omggg, I'm so glad I could get your into not one but two fandoms, and that you enjoyed my fics :'D Thank you so much for these kind words, and I hope you have a good holiday too!!

[bicheetopuff]

Yeah most aren’t really as intertwined but there’s definitely some questionable ones. In older gen the only other I can think of that isn’t sns is Killua and Gon which I honestly think have a way closer connection to each other than sns.

In new gen there’s a lot more. Armin and Eren, SatoSugu, ItaFushi, InoTan, and if we’re counting sports animanga, Isagi and Bachira are questionable.

However, you’re right in a sense that most of these can be missed if not viewed from a queer lens. I think the only ones that are actually kind of recognized by majority of the fandom is Eremin and satosugu. I would count bkdk too tbh cuz I feel like there’s more people that think at least Katsuki is gay than not.

Also if we get izuocha kid over a timeskip when their relationship hasn’t developed romantically at all, I will fight God.

i have an issue I see with ppl trying to make shippers "understand" their ship could not become canon, and I dont think many would expect it.

Why are we pretending being in your late 30s is being middle age? Dont get me wrong, being a middle aged person doesn't have to mean anything about someone, but its just- not middle age literally.

I dont really understand bringing that up anyways, iit feels wrong to me to believe just ppl in their teens and 20s could ever do anything pro LGBT+ in general... I find it insulting, as if this is a new thing or impossible to believe older people could believe in queerness in a positive light or be queer themselves. The main reason in the west, and im assuming other parts of the world, there arent as many or as visible is, well, because people were dying because of the AIDS crisis + the isolation from being older and every single public space made for or just young queers or cishet older adults.

I get the point, but if I remember correctly every time I see someone trying to do that (of course im believing they have the best intentions in mind), they have to bring up how this is a Japanese middle aged man as a good enough reason.

I don't really mind about what others want to believe or how much they care in terms of shipping -if you prefer to be casual and not paying that much attention to what's canon or not, good for you! Many ppl are also like that and its completely valid, here in this side of Tumblr might seem like all of us believe and theorize about their endgame potential bc we are the ones that usually make more posts or longer content. But I dont like those assumptions about queerness being tied to young westerners, and I wanted to rant a little bit.

Again, I dont believe that was the intention in any of those posts, and im not trying to call out anyone, just rant.

[catladywriter]

InoTan Comic by Yui

Eating mooncakes. Inotan-flavoured.

Click here for links to the artist's social media and artwork, the master list of artist Yui's translated artwork, and proof of permission to translate and repost.

Do not repost/edit without the artist’s permission

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Sorry that I kind of forgot about this Tumblr. It's the busiest time of the year. Also, I know it's weird to post an Autumn Festival artwork when it's Christmas but hey it's Inotan.

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