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Kagome took a step into the water without thinking. “Let me help you.” The words were out of her mouth before she’d even realized she was going to say them, an order and a plea. “Please. That looks—that must be awful.”
“Keh.” He shrugged, but she didn’t miss the wince, “I’ve had worse.”
She started to disagree, then remembered he’d been pinned to a wall when she’d found him, with an arrow almost in his heart. Who knew how long he’d been trapped in that little temple?
“If you say so.” She reached out as if she could will him back to the bank, but he was too far away– watching her with a strange look in his narrowed eyes. Something halfway between curiosity and distrust. Somehow, that look was the final straw; “You can’t just– look, it will make me feel better, if you’d let me help.” Tears were prickling at the corners of her eyes, but she tried not to let them fall. “Please.”
With a sigh, he came back to the shore and planted himself on the bank, back to her. “Do what you want.” He said, but his tone was gentle. “If you gotta.”
#my favourite moment from this chapter#i love them so much#smelling illustrations 🤫#inukag#inuyasha#inuyasha fanfiction#Wilson’s WIP
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Happy Thank#Fuck it's Friday! Have a snippet to celebrate!
From a random one shot I'm working on for @coquinespike.
A loud bang on the wooden wall of the well house made her jump. “I can't let you just run around without me. Who knows what could be out there! It’s dark!”
Kagome blinked up at him, finally taking note of his proximity, the clenching of his fist on the wall by her head. How had she missed him backing her toward the wall? He felt so much taller than her in that moment of realization, a fact that she often ignored because she was on his back, or he leaned down to go toe to toe with her. Someone else might have felt fear in her position. He was bigger, infinitely stronger, and had a temper!
Kagome only felt momentary heat followed by embarrassment…
“Are you even listening to me?” he snarled, almost nose to nose with her. Only to blink at the flush on her cheeks, rearing back just a hair. “Kagome?”
She swallowed hard, trying to come up with some kind of response. “I-It’s the shrine. Nothing is out there, Inuyasha.” He frowned. “I’ve lived here my whole life,” she reminded him a little breathlessly, “and the most dangerous thing here is you.”
“Dangerous? Me?” he responded a little smugly, but the look faded as he glanced up and down, also seemingly noticing their position for the first time.
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Okay so that one Mash-up request has now blown up into something a little bigger so here’s my announcement that I have written (and will likely even continue) more of the Enemies-to-Lovers Modern/Superhero AU story on AO3. It’s now titled Wild Rabbit Chase, and it’s so angsty??? And I have so many spoilers in my sketchbook that I’m gonna give up and post sometime soon, but in the meantime if you’d like to check out what I’ve got and leave some encouragement, I’d be super stoked and inspired! (Basically please just lemme know if anyone wants more.)
Here’s some basic concept art/Chapter 1 promo!
#are you kidding me#that’s one of my favourite ongoing fic#of course I want more!!!#the last chapter is still waiting for to read which is shame and I’m sorry#but maybe tonight#and I was wondering a lot how I’d draw them so to see your version is a gem#inuyasha#kagome higurashi#jelly fic#jelly art#justafewsmallsteps#inukag#inuyasha fanart#inuyasha fanfiction
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“I just want to see–” She reached for his clenched hand, and he moved convulsively, pushing her away with the arm he still held and jerking the other hand out of her reach at the same time. “Ow!” Kagome cried when his claws scraped her skin, scoring four thin red lines on her upper arm.
He blinked, looking up at her for the first time, and she realized that the whites of his eyes were fully red. It jolted the glimmer out of her mind, for the moment; “What– hey, are you ok?”
He blinked again, and seemed to have trouble forming the words, “I– I don’t– can’t-” He showed his fangs, and they were longer than Kagome remembered. She tried to take a step back, but his grip on her made it impossible.
She flinched when his hand slid down her arm, but there was nothing to fear; his hand slid down to cup hers, almost tenderly, “I can’t have this,” he gritted out the words like he was hurting.
#it’s here 🥳🥳🥳#nextlahualtin#inuyasha fanfiction#inukag#artist author collaborations#inuyasha#Wilson’s WIP
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Fairy Tale.
#how beauty and soft she is 😍🫠#you should put them next to each other#Kagome and Kikyo#day and night#light and darkness#blue and brown#beautiful contrast#inuyasha fanart#kagome#inuyasha#anisaanisa
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I thought about how long did I see something from you. And now 2 pieces? 😍🫠 and both are incredible, thank you!
I’m an Inukagger so no question for me who he is. And as a hopeless romantic maybe I’ll beg for more, just a short sequel. 🥹🫣😘
Late, but I’ve been dying to make some work for @kagomes-hanakotobamatsuri ! Here's to make up for Week 1 where I chose the red hibiscus to represent passion. Along with it I wrote a (kinda spicy) little prologue to this piece, which I'm now titling Genki. This can stand alone though!
Genki, The Prologue
Word Count: 933
This was a remarkably dumb idea. That thought briefly flitted about in Kagome’s mind, but was overshadowed by the vodka-induced adrenaline telling her to go for it. She was in her final semester of university. She’d been stressed and uptight and severely lacking a social life or any real kind of self-indulgence for over a year now, and once this break was over, she would return to Tokyo and strap in for the toughest final stretch of her academic career. Her friends had pestered her nonstop about what a shut-in she’d become, and Kagome was tired of being known as the group’s wet blanket. So tonight, just tonight, she would allow herself to have fun.
And tonight, at this random party in Osaka, fun was a very attractive guy that she dragged into a corner to make out with aggressively. He was so pretty—at least that’s what she believed. Her eyes were closed and she was pretty drunk, so maybe he was average looking in sobering daylight, but perhaps not. He was admittedly a clumsy kisser, shy and cute, and somehow that was turning her on more.
She didn’t ask his name, nor did she give hers. It went against all her instincts. She was always known for forming connections and bonding with people. Her friends told her she wasn’t the type to throw caution to the wind. She’d never have a wild hookup. She’d always been so responsible. Kagome didn’t take pride or shame in that as an attribute, but god she hated being told what she wasn’t capable of. She was capable of dressing up and going out, she was capable of drinking too much and loosening up, and she was absolutely capable of finding a hot guy to have sex with in a closet. And she was here now in her skimpy red dress to prove it.
“Is this a good idea?” The hot stranger asked, panting as Kagome hiked up her skirt and began fumbling with his jeans.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to think tonight.” She finally got the button undone and pulled his pants down.
“You’re okay with this? I think we’re both—“
She shoved her mouth on his fervently, tongue thrusting back into his mouth, hoping she could convince him to shut up before he made too much sense.
“Drunk,” he finished, but sounded out of breath and dopey.
“I’m okay with this.” He was single. He said he was clean. Those were the only two extra qualifiers that she had needed before she threw herself into his arms. “You want me?”
It was apparently a struggle for him to answer her properly when her hand was already in his boxers, but he managed a, “Yes,” into her shoulder as she pushed them down.
They were in a closet for heaven’s sake. There wasn’t much time or space, but Kagome was wasted and determined as she wrangled them onto the floor, straddling him in the cramped space.
“Good, because I want you,” she confessed into the crook of his neck.
Apparently that hit some kind of switch, because at that moment he grabbed her hip with one hand, and yanked her panties aside with the other, entering her with a groan.
“Oh! Oh yes.” She threw her head back as she clung to his shoulders. They weren’t wasting any time. “Yes, yes, yes!” It was amazing. She’d never felt this hot in her life. “How is this so good?”
“No clue,” he replied. “It’s you, I swear. Or the alcohol.”
She would’ve laughed or thanked him or something, but she was so caught up in the moment that she simply nodded. In the darkness, every sensation seemed to multiply—the squeeze of his hands, the heat of his lips, the oh so satisfying way he fit into her.
“Yes! There! There, there!” It only took a few minutes of rocking up and down, but Kagome was so turned on that she reached her peak just moments later. “So good. You’re incredible!”
In turn he finished to her encouraging moans.
And that was that. After only a brief moment to collect her breath, Kagome kissed his cheek sweetly. “Thank you. That was amazing. That was just what I needed and so much more.”
“Y-you’re welcome,” she couldn’t make out his expression in the dark, but his voice was shaky.
“Do you mind staying back for a minute? I… I’m trying to prove something dumb to my friends, so I’ve got to disappear.”
“You have to?” He was so cute that Kagome almost gave in and asked his name, but she was stubbornly holding onto her pride, so she got up before this turned into something more. It would be just like her to get all mushy and exchange numbers and make it all romantic. No. Not this time.
“I have to,” she confirmed. “But it’s not because of anything you did wrong. You’re really wonderful and you seem very nice.”
“You too.”
“Too nice, according to my friends. Nice and boring.”
“You ain’t boring, that’s for sure.”
She giggled. “Just for tonight.”
“Lucky me.”
“I’m glad you think so. I’m really happy it was you, for the record. I hope you don’t feel like I used you, whoever you are, hot stuff.”
He almosted coughed at the nickname. “You made my night, I promise. Get out there and give ‘em hell.”
Kagome nodded, her legs a little wobbly. Then she turned the knob and let herself out, emerging smug and satisfied, but with a slight pang in her heart for the guy she’d left in the closet.
No, she assured herself. No regrets.
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i was so sure there was still an ice cream sandwich in the freezer but no my husband ate the last one and just left the empty box in there!!!! 😭 diabolical
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Tragedy.
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A gift for @maradigma , Happy Birthday!
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I imagine the manifestation similar how a life is created. From one cell (or two) will be the whole body. In the first cell there’s just a microscopic sized mineral and with every cell division there are more and more mineral pieces and at the end with all the organs there’s the jewel too. 🤔
Question time: if Kagome was born with the sacred jewel inside her, does that mean Mama Higurashi did as well while Kagome was chilling in the womb? Or did it just ✨ manifest ✨ upon her birth? Surely it wasn't the apple in her dad's eye?
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It was so good!!! 😍😍😍 Please if you write anything about it, tag me! 🥹
I love this movie, and I could die for an Inukag fic from it! If I remember correctly @anisaanisa did fanarts from it… 🤔
Cairo Prison - InuKag
Sometimes, I write things just for myself, as a little treat. I might write my other favourite scenes here and there. Who knows, eventually I might have enough to string together a whole plot line. But lookie here @elkonigin and @coquinespike - have a little InuKag scene from The Mummy on me. If I ever find where I've put my laptop pen, there may even be some art to go with this.
Kagome swept across the courtyard, her anger making her simmer even hotter under the midday sun. She wasn’t sure who she was more annoyed at – the squat prison Warden for the obviously lecherous looks he was giving her, or Miroku, for lying about where he got the puzzle box. She shivered a little as they passed the gallows, not wanting to think too much about what usually took place here. When the Warden paused for a moment to speak to one of the guards, she rounded on Miroku, her voice a hissing whisper.
“I can’t believe you Miroku! You said that you found that box at a dig in Thebes! And now I find out you stole it from a drunk at the local Casbah! You told me a barefaced lie!”
Miroku looked a little chastened, but then fought back with a winning smile, hooking his arm into hers as they continued across the courtyard.
“That’s a bit harsh, Kagome dear”, he said, patting her hand affectionately. “We were playing cards, a gentleman’s game. I would have won it fair and square if he hadn’t got himself into an altercation. He left it unattended in his pocket. What was I going to do, leave it behind? He probably didn’t even know what it was.”
“You. Lied. To. Me.” Kagome hissed.
“What’s a little white lie between family members, ey?” He tried a winsome smile, which faltered quickly under Kagome’s withering gaze. “I mean, you’re not the only one I lie to old mum. But at least the lies I tell you are pretty ones.”
“That makes it worse! I’m your sister Miroku! Whatever happened to us against the world, together through thick and thin!”
Miroku looked taken aback, even slightly hurt.
“I’m deeply offended. Didn’t I come straight to you with the box? I could have just sold it, but I knew it was something special. And I knew you would be smart enough to recognise that. We both know you’re the one with the brains in this family Kagome dear.” Glancing nervously around, he tugged on her arm, trying to turn her back towards the way they’d just come. “And anyway, I don’t think this is the best place for a lady, so how about we just pop back to-”
Kagome glared at him furiously as he tried to make a run for the door, wrapping her hand around his bicep tightly so he couldn’t get away.
“Stop trying to get out of this Miroku. You can’t sweet talk your way out of this one. Oh, I am absolutely livid! Not only have we lost the most important part of the map, but we have to come here, to this place. You are going to stay here with me and see this through!”
She shuddered a little self-consciously. There were quite a few leering eyes directed towards her, and not all of them were owned by prisoners safely behind bars. Miroku patted her hand again, obviously trying to soothe her, and Kagome straightened her spine.
They’d been through plenty of scrapes together, her and Miroku. They only had each other since their parents died, social outcasts amongst the English elite due to their mother’s Egyptian heritage. She’d barely got Miroku back in one piece after the war, one of his hands shattered by a bullet directly through his palm. She knew it still hurt him, even though he never complained. He’d always been devil may care, even before he was conscripted, but since his return it was like he invited trouble. She was constantly worried about him. This was a chance to find the legendary Hamunaptra together, and there was no way she was going to back down, even if she was more than a little out of her comfort zone here.
Warden Mukotsu came back, his eyes running over her lasciviously, and Kagome lifted her chin in defiance, staring back at him with spirit. She pulled her elbow away from his grasping stubby fingers as he ushered both her and Miroku over to the rusted iron bars surrounding a holding pen. The locked metal door behind it probably led to somewhere unspeakable.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Wasn’t this what she had always wanted? A chance to show that she was not only a scholar, but able to go toe to toe with all the pompous, overstuffed Egyptologists? A chance to put all her knowledge to good use? She could do this.
Clearing her throat in an attempt to make her voice as unaffected as she needed it to be, she turned her attention away from the locked metal door to Warden Mukotsu.
“So, what is this man in prison for?” she asked, attempting an imperious tone. She hoped it wasn’t something horrible, like rape or murder.
The warden preened under her gaze, and she turned her eyes forward again, not wanting to encourage him one iota. He was giving her the creeps. Besides, there was some kind of ruckus going on behind the closed door, yelling, swearing, chains rattling. What on earth was going on back there? Miroku was looking more and more like he was going to bolt, and she pinched his arm viciously to keep him beside her, gratified when he yelped like a little girl.
The warden chuckled, his dark eyes squinting in the hot, midday sun.
“I don’t know what you’re expecting lady, but he’s not human.” He spat derisively on the ground, and Kagome grimaced, tucking the toes of her boots safely back under her long skirt. “He’s a dirty half djinn, with the ears of a jackal. His words cannot be trusted. But I did ask him.”
“And what did he say?” Kagome asked, unsure if she actually wanted the answer to that question. What on earth had Miroku gotten them into this time?
The warden leered at her, before leaving momentarily to handle a disturbance on the other side of the courtyard.
“He said, he was just looking for a good time.”
The metal door burst open with a clang. Four guards dragged a prisoner forwards, their arms and legs wrapped in chains. Despite the handicap, he seemed to be fighting them every step of the way.
His shirt and pants were ragged, his grey, hip length hair matted and oily, hanging in clumped tendrils around his face. Both her and Miroku took a step backwards at the absolute stench that surrounded him. One of the guards walloped him on the head with a truncheon, hard enough for them to hear a solid thump as it connected. Kagome winced in sympathy as it smacked one of his canine ears, blood trickling onto his scalp, and he snarled loudly, baring some very obvious fangs. Another guard beat him again, and the other two kicked him in the back of the knees, forcing him to kneel in front Miroku and Kagome. He grasped the bars in front of him as best he could with his shackled wrists, teeth still bared in anger, amber eyes full of rage.
“This is the person you took the box from?!” Kagome squeaked in surprise, shuffling backwards a tiny step. She’d never seen anyone like him before, and the scholar in her was already wanting to know more. Why did he have dogs ears and fangs? He had slitted pupils like a cat – could he see things human eyes couldn’t? Where had he come from? Did he speak English or Arabic? Or some other language she had no knowledge of?
“Shush, not so loud,” muttered Miroku from the corner of his mouth, turning his face away from the prisoner kneeling in front of them.
“Who are you?” the prisoner demanded, looking Miroku up and down, then turning his eyes almost immediately towards Kagome, as if he’d judged Miroku’s worth and found him lacking. “Who’s the wench?”
“Wench!?” Kagome sputtered, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. The sudden smirk on the prisoners face, and the accompanying glint in his inhuman amber eyes, made her want to slap him. She’d been feeling a little sorry for him after witnessing his treatment at the hands of the guards a moment before, but now she was seething.
“Ah, hello my good man,” smiled Miroku, pushing Kagome a little behind himself. “I’m just a humble local missionary, visiting the prison to save the souls of unfortunates such as yourself…” He faltered a little as he watched the prisoner ignore him, picking at his teeth with the very pointed, and probably very sharp, claw on his little finger. He dragged a reluctant Kagome forward. “And this here is my younger sister, Kagome.”
“How do you do?” said Kagome, attempting a cordial tone, then stiffening as the prisoner looked her up and down.
“Tch. Well, I guess she’s not a total loss.” He turned his head away.
“Excuse me!” said Kagome, tapping her foot at a rapid pace on the dirt, in an attempt to mitigate the burst of anger that was beginning to rise at this man’s attitude. “Excuse me, Mr…”
“Inuyasha. Just Inuyasha.”
Kagome nodded, and tried her best to smile winningly at him. “Inuyasha then.” She made the tone of her voice as warm as possible, speaking slowly and carefully, her expression coy. “You see, my brother and I found a puzzle box that we believe you might be able to help us with.”
“Bullshit.”
“I beg your pardon!?” she exclaimed. Both Miroku and Inuyasha winced at her loud and high pitched tone of indignation.
“I smell bullshit,” Inuyasha repeated gruffly. “We both know you didn’t come here to dirty your pretty little shoes in this hellhole to ask me about some box, lady. You and this stuffed shirt came here to ask me about Hamunaptra, am I right?”
Both Kagome and Miroku’s eyes widened in surprise. They both looked around nervously, hoping the guards hadn’t heard anything, and moved a little closer to the bars.
“How do you know the box has anything to do with Hamunaptra?” asked Kagome, barely able to keep the excitement out of her voice. Now they were getting somewhere!
“Because that’s where I found it.”
Miroku leaned forward, his voice a little suspicious.
“How can we believe anything someone like you would say?”
“Wait, do I know you?”
Miroku gave a nervous chuckle.
“Oh no, I don’t believe- “
Inuyasha’s nose twitched slightly, and then his eyes widened in recognition. He glowered at Miroku.
“You!”
Before Miroku could even think about taking a step backwards, Inuyasha’s fist shot forwards, catching Miroku on the chin. Even hampered as Inuyasha was by the chains, as soon as the blow connected, Miroku was laid out cold. One of the guards whacked his already bleeding ear again, hard, forcing his forehead to bounce off the metal bars in front of him.
“Hey, watch it, fucker!”
Kagome looked down at Miroku, laying prone at her feet, then delicately raised her skirt a little as she stepped over him to get closer to the bars, her eyes full of excitement.
“You were actually at Hamunaptra?” she asked, her voice full of wonder. Inuyasha stared at her in amazement.
“Don’t you care that I just decked your brother?”
She waved a placating hand at him.
“Oh, he’s had worse, I’m sure he’ll be fine in a moment. But Hamunaptra! You were actually there?!”
She watched as Inuyasha’s amazement changed into a lazy grin.
“Yeah wench, I was there.”
She was so excited that she hardly noticed what he called her.
“You were there? Oh my goodness, I can’t believe it!” Her eyes narrowed a little in suspicion, and she moved even closer. “Do you swear?”
The lazy grin grew wider, a pointed fang lowering over his cracked lower lip.
“Every damn day.”
Kagome scoffed.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
The grin was still there, then it dropped away from his face.
“I know what you meant. But I was there alright. Seti's place. The City of The Dead.”
Kagome could hardly contain her excitement.
“What did you see there?”
“A lot of sand.” He almost shuddered. “And a lot of death.”
But Kagome would not be put off now. Not when she was so close. She could see the warden coming back, and she just had to get this information. She leaned closer to him, taking off her hat to guard their conversation.
“Inuyasha,” she whispered, her tone determined. “Could you tell me how to get there?”
He looked at her, and blinked slowly, his expression nonplussed.
“The exact location,” she wheedled, eyes shining with excitement, “pretty please?”
“You really wanna know?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“You really, really wanna know?”
“Yes, yes, more than anything!” she said, almost bursting with nervous excitement.
He beckoned her closer, gesturing with one pointed finger.
“C’mere then.”
She was now almost nose to nose with him, ears straining, eyes wide, ready to commit anything he might say to memory so she could write it down as soon as a pen and paper were handy. If only she’d bought one of her notebooks with her! But before she knew it, one of Inuyasha’s hands shot out, not to punch her as he had Miroku, but grab her chin firmly. And then his chapped lips were planted firmly against hers.
Before she had a chance to register anything more than shocked astonishment at receiving her very first kiss in such a manner, the lips were dragged away.
“You wanna know so bad? Then get me the fuck outta here lady!”
She watched as all four guards rained blows down on his head, dragging him backwards. She heard the warden laughing maliciously behind her.
“Wait, wait, I’m not done talking to him yet! Where are they taking him?”
“To be hanged.”
“Why?” Kagome gasped, her shock at this sudden turn of events evident. She grimaced at the wide grin Warden Mukotsu gave her.
“Apparently, he had a very good time.”
Kagome hurried after Mukotsu, almost tripping over Miroku as she strove to keep with the warden.
They climbed a set of stairs to a balcony overlooking the whole courtyard, Mukotsu sitting down to watch the show, while Kagome hovered anxiously, fingers tapping nervously on the balcony railing. She watched as Inuyasha was dragged up the stairs to the gallows. Other prisoners hollered and jeered as the noose was roughly forced over his head, then cinched tightly around his throat. He made direct eye contact with her, his expression stoic. What could she do? Suddenly she had a brain wave, turning to address the warden.
“What if I offered you one hundred pounds to secure his release?”
The warden shrugged, noisily snacking on a plate of dates on a small table at his side. Juice and spittle ran down his chin as he answered.
“I would pay one hundred to see him hang,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the gallows below.
“Two hundred pounds, then,” she bargained, eyes darting back and forth between Inuyasha and the warden, who ignored her totally. He stood for a moment, bellowing down to the guards below.
“Proceed!”
“Three hundred pounds!” Kagome said desperately. She could tell Inuyasha could hear their conversation even over the dreadful noise of the screaming prisoners, his ears twitched in their direction. She looked back towards him and saw him nod at her, as if to say, keep it going. The yelling suddenly grew quiet as the hangman addressed Inuyasha.
“Any last requests, dog?” he sneered, spitting on the trapdoor near Inuyasha’s feet.
Inuyasha pretended to look thoughtful for a moment, then spat his reply.
“Yeah, I'd like ya to let me go.”
The Hangman grabbed the lever to the trapdoor with a leering grin.
“FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS!” yelled Kagome, sitting down on the seat next to the Warden, her eyes pleading, then recoiled as he set his greasy, lecherous hand high on her thigh, fingers grabbing hard enough to bruise.
“Anything additional to offer?”
Before she could think, Kagome slapped his hand in revulsion, then gasped as Warden Mukotsu angrily turned and gestured to the Hangman. The trapdoor dropped away with loud bang.
“Oh no!”
She watched, horrified as Inuyasha dropped through the hole, his body jerking as the rope pulled taut. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t. His legs kicked wildly, then stopped, and for a moment, she thought all was lost. The rope spun him lazily around to face her again, and she realised he was still alive.
“Ha! His neck did not break! Good! Now we watch him strangle to death,” jeered the Mukotsu, stuffing another date into his mouth.
Angry chanting began amongst the prisoners, and the guards shouldered their guns nervously. Kagome could see Miroku climbing the steps, staggering a little, but she didn’t have time to help him right now. Not when a man’s life and finding Hamunaptra was at stake. She leaned towards the Warden.
“He knows the location to Hamunaptra”, she whispered urgently.
Warden Mukotsu’s head jerked toward her, his expression incredulous.
“You lie.”
“I would never!”
She glanced back towards the gallows. At the end of the rope, Inuyasha was making horrible choking and gagging sounds, his face a grotesquely mottled shade of red. She had to hurry!
The Warden eyed her suspiciously, wiping date juice off the corner of his mouth with a dirty sleeve.
“Are you saying this filthy godless son of a dog knows where to find The City of The Dead? Truly?”
“Yes, and if you cut him down, we will give you ten percent,” she said quickly, hoping that this would work. Inuyasha didn’t look like he had much time left.
“Fifty percent.”
She hesitated a moment, glancing back to Inuyasha, and watched his eyes widen at her incredulously at her bargaining. She quickly turned her eyes back to the Warden.
“Twenty.”
“Forty.”
Kagome hesitated again, biting her lip. Inuyasha’s eyes were looking up at her, almost bulging out of his head, like he couldn’t believe her.
“Give .... give him .... give him,” he coughed.
Under pressure, Kagome shrieked, “Twenty-five percent, and not one single farthing more!”
The Warden leered at her, then yelled down to the hangman. The sunlight bounced off the scimitar in his hands as he swung, cutting the rope, sending Inuyasha plummeting to the ground. His bound hands scrabbled in the dirt as he fought to get himself onto his knees, coughing and wheezing, taking deep breaths. His bloodshot eyes looked up towards the balcony.
Miroku finally made it up the stairs, leaning against the railing with a groan.
“So, how’d we do old mum? Did we win?” he asked, looking with some distaste at the leering grin of the Warden, then down into the courtyard at Inuyasha, who was still on his knees.
Kagome smiled broadly, and waved down at Inuyasha, who glowered at her.
“Yes Miroku, I do believe this visit was a success,” she said, excitement bubbling up. They were going to Hamunaptra!
“Jolly good show,” replied Miroku, gently fingering the darkening bruise on his chin.
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Inu parents wip, because I couldn’t help myself once again 🫠🫠🫠🫠 I like drawing them after kissing or before, the tension is just so juicy I always wanna try drawing it
I have an obsession
Soon to be vampire King and a human princess, but they’re both engaged to other people, so you do as one does, and meet and fuck at night, but oh no, he got lost in the sauce and bit her. She’s not complaining though, consequences be dammed atp
If I could write, it’d be over for y’all is all I’m saying.
#the details 🤯🤯🤯#it’s beautifully done#inuparents#tōga#izayoi#inu no taisho#inuyasha#you’re amazing#inuyasha fanart
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You just described my second son.
This child is so fucking destructive today. Everything he's been given since waking up at 7 has been thrown, smashed, or poured out... I've stopped counting the number of times he's been in trouble already for hitting me and his sister. I keep trying to give him things he can be rough with or space to run around but he wants to be both destructive AND up everyone's ass. Add this to his mess of a sleep schedule because he's dropping nap and he's just so much fun lately.
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Lethe - Chapter 6 is up!
Summary: "Drink from the river Lethe and seep down into oblivion. Forget your mortal troubles, and find your freedom in the absence of longing.“
You can read the new chapter of “Lethe” here.
Taglist after the cut! (If you would like to be added reply to this post or message me, and I’ll add you to the list!)
@ruddcatha @shikonstar @lordofthechips @swimgirlz-200
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Chapter 11 is live!
SPICE WARNING! 🌶️🌶️🌶️ Hope you enjoy!
Summary : Kagome is determined to survive her first year at Shikon University. All she has to do is focus on her studies and blend in enough to not to inadvertently draw the attention of the Kings : a group of demons that rule Shikon. But after an unfortunate reunion with the school's star quarterback, her life will never be the same.
Rating : E
Click HERE to read it on AO3!
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Stolen kiss process
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Jorg Fishes. HB, 2B, 4B pencils.
I've been wanting to draw Jorg for months. Planned for it to be digital but there's been too many other projects and work, so I broke out the pencils and did a few pencil drawings over the course of a week. Reference under the cut~
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