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tiikerikani · 2 years

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Last week I wrote (elsewhere):

for all the emphasis that finnish discussions around occupational health and psychology place on 'recovery' after work and on holidays, people sure don't like to be proactive about making sure people actually get that rest and listening to people when they say it's not working out for them.

i just wish people would believe me when i'm like this ??? i'm not making shit up just to be a drama queen???? i just so desperately need somebody to actually LISTEN TO ME rather than making up their own interpretations of why i feel so goddamn tired and sick of everything all the time

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because i am like barely a functional human being right now and i'm also burning all my money grasping at things to feed my psychological needs at the expense of my physical needs (also burning money for that, because i can seldom put my mind on eating anymore so i get ready-to-eat and restaurant stuff instead of cooking) and i don't want to be like this

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looking forward to seeing senpai helps me count the days but he can't fix this

He got the "barely a functional human being right now" message. (He was already familiar with my overall situation, which helps.) I hate that you kind of have to play mind games to get the help you know you need without bringing up the suggestion directly. So, like, you have to make things sound as serious as possible without outright lying about it.

It seems to be a usual thing, that when medical professionals know they're dealing with matters stemming from anxiety/mood (rather than something more...concrete like, for example, lack of sleep), they ask the patient "what do you think would help you right now". Sometimes I don't have an answer for that. But I had one now, especially because I had just had this very unsatisfying summer vacation: to spend time more like how I did over Christmas; it wasn't without its own worries and burdens, but I was at least able to get a modicum of enjoyment out of that time. (OK there was also waiting for The Mail keeping me in a hype loop but I didn't mention that.)

So now I have the rest of this week and next week off. Fortunately I'd only been back from vacation for 2 days so it hasn't been long enough to completely undo what little recovery effects there were from the last 2 weeks. It's not going to fix everything but should give me more time to feel like I've had SOME kind of a vacation.

I didn't go to bed again until like 3:30 AM, but I woke up at I think 10:30? I had forgotten to switch my alarms off so I had to be semi-awake to turn those off. I haven't done the thing for a while where I put the radio on when I wake up, so I did that, and a Vesterinen song came on a couple of songs later, so that was my signal to get out of bed.

So far today I've accomplished:

Taking my first shower in... at least a week? (I was not at all exaggerating about being a barely functional human being. I am just very good at intuitively hiding it outside of home.) I had a nice title for this post while in the shower but I've since forgotten it.

Applying spray fixative to a cloth-bound hardcover book that has metallic foil on it. It was rubbing off really badly already when I received it, and I've been keeping it in a bag. The fixative leaves an ever-so-slight cloudiness on the black cloth but you don't really really notice it. I'm keeping the book in the bag anyway.

Cooked and ate pasta

Messed around with making silicone molds and casting resin bases for miniature figures, the sanding and polish of which led me to

Vacuuming the dang apartment for the first time in I don't know how many months

(I think I) fixed a speaker cable

But most importantly, doing these things not feeling like I have to climb out of a well to do them. (Having to force yourself to do your hobbies kind of defeats the purpose of them.)

#personal #mental health #senpai can't fix this

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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Love Locked Up P1

TV SHOW: ACCUSED COUPLE: JAKE X READER RATING: SWEET AF

Spoiler/notes : this is bases after the events of the show Spoilers if you haven't seen it but also why not because the full epp is available on youtube but in the show, Jake (TBS) does get 12 years it is in another episode that he is set free and told to run before he can enter the prison, But this is bases as if that didn't happen and he did, in fact, go to prison.

I laid on my bunk staring up at the bed above me thinking about everything and nothing. The cluttering noises of people moving about in the other cells, the sound of the birds coming back and forth to care for the baby birds in the nest lodged up in the guttering, The sink tap slightly dripping onto the basin.

I heard a creak as Mike climbed off his bunk and leaned on the sink running some water going to start to shave

"You'd 'ave gone mad by the time you get outta 'ere" he laughs

"What?" I asked him as he woke me out if whatever I was thinking

"You sit on your own all bloody day, the only thing anybody Sees you doing is reading your goddamn books, your gonna go nuts" he laughs

"Well… what do you suggest?" I asked him "I've got another ten years in here"

"Get in good with some people… they'll treat you nice when you get out" he smirked

"No thanks, a gang got me into his mess I'm staying away from all that" I explain

"Ain't you got any visitors to look forward to?' he asks

"No, my mum and gran are the only family I've got and they went in for there sentence a couple of months ago" I explain

"Why don't you do an education program your what nineteen? Get a fucking law degree or something you've got ten years to do it" he explained

"I've asked them to put me on the waiting list for the programs but… I don't think I'll see any of it" I sighed

"Why don't you join the writing program?" He suggested

"The what?"

"The writing program, get got lists and lists of people Willing to chat they write you some letters write some back it's something to do Murray, better than sitting here thinking for the next ten years" he explained "who knows maybe you'll meet someone nice" he explained

"Like who?" I asked

"Well it's how I met monica" he says grabbing something from the wall where his mattress was handing it to me it was a photo of a fairly nice looking girl in a little pink dress

"She seems nice" I shrug giving it back to him

"Met her though the program, she sends me letters, photos, hell she comes to visit me sometimes"

"She does?"

"Not always sometimes she's busy, she even visits for special ones if you know what I mean" he winked

"Oohh.. that's nice" I laughed

"What you got to loose" he laughs

"I guess" I shrug.

I sat at the table while everyone was having leisure time a few guys fighting about something, I was almost sure some odd things going down but I didn't much care I just focused on my book till I spotted a guard coming around out the corner of my eye with a handful of letters, I made a mental note of it and carried on reading as he read out names giving people letters

"Murray Jake, ohh popular this week" he says dropping two letters in front of me I was a little confused but nodded to him and took them shutting my book one was from my mum and gran telling me how things where for them so I did a quick one back explaining how things were for me too. As soon as I was done I grabbed the other one it looked strange a handwriting I didn't recognize but it had my name, my inmate number even the prison address in perfect blue letters so I opened it

"Dear Jake Murray, I hope this letter finds you well. I don't know why I wrote it that way I guess it just sounded epic and cool way to start I suppose I mean your not allowed to leave and I'll just throw this in the post box down my road I mean neither of us have any control over weather or not this letter with arrive to you let alone the state it will be in. That'll be up to royal mail I guess.

Ohh I'm sorry I'm bad at introductions."

It made me laugh for the first time in a good while

"Anyway, my name's y/n and I live not far from the prison, in fact just the next town over and I'll admit I'm not the best socially Incase you couldn't already tell. I've struggled making friends my whole life and now I'm out of education and working I find it harder and harder, people don't like to talk with me they always tend to run away from me. But I thought maybe there's someone in there as lonely as me so I wrote in asking to be part of the program and they sent me you, please don't feel you have to respond if you don't want to. I was just curious, but still I hope to perhaps hear from you soon."

Then her name and address,

I rather liked her letter. I don't know why but I felt like she was sweet and kind, like I could tell her anything.

"Dear Y/n, it's alright I rather liked the epic introduction it was sweet I know how you feel it's not exactly easy with the people in here either but I did sign up to the program for the off chance if just honestly getting to talk with someone else, and I'd love getting to talk with you that is if you wanted to talk with me, I'd like to hear from you again soon"

I sat on my bed trying to read my book when I saw one of the guards come around with some letters "hey Murray you got another one" he says handing me a letter through the bars

"Ohh thanks" I smiled happily taking it sitting on my bed and opening the letter it was from y/n we had been sending letters back and forth every week for about six months now and I adored every moment of it

"Dear Jake, I hope your doing okay in there I get worried about you sometimes, I don't know why just sometimes when I'm alone or at work I think about you in there and I worry a little bit about you, works been alright the comic book store hasn't been busy very much lately, how are things for you? Ohh I sent you a present it should be in the envelope"

I looked in the envelope and saw a little square of clear resin with a rose inside

"It sounds stupid I know but I made it for you, it reminded me of you in some ways something so beautiful trapped but still able to he admired"

"Awww y/n" I smiled

"I also included another little present for you I know you said in your last letter you were curious what I looked like so I sent you a picture, I hope you write back soon Jake X"

I got the little polaroid out the envelope. She was sitting on a wall by a river in a beautiful blue sundress, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

I instantly grabbed some paper and instantly started writing back.

"Dear Y/n, your presents are beautiful there, amazing. I can't believe the flower. I can't believe you made that for me it's so sweet of you. I worry about you in that little comic shop all the time I sometimes get worried about you all alone as well. Im always overjoyed to get your letters they're the sweet rainbow in the stormy rain of life in here, your photo is amazing, your even more beautiful then I imagined you to be you look so beautiful and amazing, y/n I know we haven't been talking to long but I was wondering if maybe one of these days you could come up for visiting, I'd really like to meet you in person if you wanted to of course, I hope you respond soon"

I sat on my bed while everyone had already headed off to the showers and such as it was visiting today but I didn't have anyone coming so I didn't bother I just stayed in my cell reading my books until I heard a guard coming around

"Oi, murray what are you still doing here?" He asked

"It's visiting, figured I'd stay here" I shrug

"Why? Figured you'd be washing like a madman getting ready" he laughs leaning on the cell

"Why?" I asked

"You have a visitor, she's down in the waiting room with the rest of them" he laughs

"A visitor?" I asked a little confused it couldn't be my mum or my gran then it hit me and I grabbed the poleriod y/n sent me in her last letter that I had since blue tacked to the wall next to my bed "does she look like this?" I asked handing him it he looked at the picture before handing it to me

"Yeah looks like her" he says I instantly put my picture back grabbed my stuff and ran off to the showers excitedly, I can't believe I'm going to meet her, and that she didn't tell me first, maybe she did and the letter just hasn't got here yet. I scrubbed more then I think I had ever scrubbed in my life getting dressed into the best clothes I had even if they weren't that great. Heading down with the other guys

"What are you down here for? Thought you weren't getting visitors anymore" Mike says as he fixed his shirt

"Yeah uhh y/n is here to see me" I blushed

"Who's y/n?" He asks

"The girl I've been writing? Who I have been talking to for like six months? And sends me letter's atleast once a week? And that I haven't stopped talking about?"

"Oohh… got yourself a little girlfriend Murray?" He laughs

"What no!" I argued even if I blushed "she's my friend"

"Yeah, your friend who's picture you lay next to" he smirked

"Shut up" I sighed as I didn't have an excuse they let us in and sat each of us at a numbered little table, I saw sat by the barred window looking out across the yard, suddenly I felt a werid rumble in my stomach, my head didn't feel right

"You alright?" Mike asks as he was in the table to the side of me across the walkway

"Yeah just uhhh I suddenly don't feel too well" I admit moving my hands off the table noticing how much I had sweat as there where not handprints in the table which I quickly used my sleave to clean and he laughs at me

"It's called butterflies murray just relax" he laughs as I saw the doors open, I kept my head down not wanting to look to… overexcited I guess. As people filed in sitting at the numbered tables they had been given often greeting them with hugs and kisses, I fiddled with my fingers on my lap looking out the window as I heard little steps.

"Jake?" A voice asked I looked and it was y/n but she was even more beautiful then her photo, in little blue heels and black tights a blue and white spotted dress and a white cardigan over her shoulders, her hair in loose curls that made her look so sweet she had a rather large black bag and red lipstick she looked...like an angel, the most beautiful girl I'd seen in my life

"Y/n" I smiled but as I did my voice cracked making me put my hand over my mouth in shock what the hell! My voice hasn't cracked since I was fifteen it made her giggle I got up a little nevously and she smiled up at me as I was a little taller the her "uuuuhh hi" I smiled

"Hi" she replied

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professorpalmarosa · 4 years

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I made Fullmetal Alchemist-inspired bath bombs!

Remember how I said that I have a secret side project in the works for this year? Here’s the big reveal: it’s a Fullmetal Alchemist story focusing on a pair of minor characters who only appeared in a light novel (The Land of Sand) and the 2003 version of the series. This guy in particular...

The Unholy Man of the North will be 2003 anime canon-compliant (rather than Brotherhood-compliant) and takes place 1 year after the original series ended. Russell Tringham (a young alchemist who has stolen Ed’s identity before) falls back on old habits, convinces someone he’s Edward Elric...and ends up getting kidnapped by foreigners. Before long, he’s dragged into a political conspiracy to rid the Drachman tsar of his family’s spiritual advisor: a priest the tsar’s brother-in-law believes may be performing some old, occult variant of what Amestris calls alchemy.

While I won’t be releasing this story to anyone other than beta readers until the first draft is complete (I’m about 50,000 words in), I can share a related creative endeavor with you.

Russell and his brother Fletcher created an artificial Philosopher’s Stone (a “Red Stone”) that, while powerful, didn’t quite measure up to the real thing. That had me thinking: what if I made a luxury blend...then intentionally tried to dupe it with ingredients I often use as substitutes? Here’s how it turned out!

Details are listed below, including the recipe if you want to try making “Cruelty-Free Philosopher’s Stones/Red Stones” at home!

Philosopher’s Stone Bath Bomb

Essential Oils:

Frankincense Carteri (2g)

Elemi (1g)

Finger Root (1g)

Clove (1g)

Mandarin (1g)

Cedarwood (Texan) (1g)

Colorants:

Red 40 Blooming Dye (Activated)

Red 23 Blooming Dye (Activated)

Red Oxide

Red Mica (for sparkle)

Look at this pretty color! The pink tint comes from the Red 23--but don’t overdo it! Add too much pink colorant and you’ll be pink too! This is what the mixture looked like before I added baking soda and citric acid.

Red Stone Bath Bomb

Essential Oils:

Frankincense Serrata (2g)

Myrrh (1g)

Ginger CO2 Supercritical (1g)

Cardamom (1g)

Blood Orange (1g)

Cedarwood (Himalayan) (1g)

Colorants:

Red 40 Blooming Dye (Activated)

Red Oxide

Red Mica (for sparkle)

Additional Additives:

Bath-grade pop-rocks (5g)

The first thing to note about the Red Stone blend is that it doesn’t have the splash of pink that the Philosopher’s Stone blend does. This is because I excluded the Red 23 blooming dye and traded it for more Red Oxide. This is what the mix looked like prior to adding the baking soda and citric acid. In person, it kind of looked like half-congealed blood...

The bath water was gorgeous, though! After the froth and foam died down, the color was the exact same shade as the Red Water in the anime! The scents played nicely together and I found myself dozing off in the water.

However, I’m not sure if it was the oils in this bomb or something else--but my sleep suffered after using the leftovers. I woke up from a very vivid nightmare at 2 AM and had to pee (Myrrh can stimulate your kidneys in higher doses, so my sleeping in the bath probably didn’t do me any favors).

Once I returned to bed, it was near impossible to turn my brain off again. It was going into overdrive with ideas and only let me rest again after I wrote everything down. A small silver lining to the nightmare: it did give me some pretty good ideas for the story I’m writing...so at least there’s that?

Now for a bit of good news, the Red Stone didn’t stain me or my tub! Once it went down the drain, the only thing that lingered was the smell. And even that disappeared by 2 AM.

Procedure

Mix wet ingredients (essential oils and carrier oil. For these blends, I used coconut and have some notes regarding that in the “Tips & Safety Warnings” section)

Mix all dry ingredients (300g Sodium Bicarbonate, 15g Cream of Tartar, 5g Kaolin Clay, 5g Rassoul Clay, 10g SLSA, 3g Titanium Dioxide) except Citric Acid (150g)

Mix dry ingredient blend with wet ingredients until color and texture is consistent.

Add Citric Acid and mix evenly.

Pour into molds and allow to cure for 1-2 days

Tips & Safety Warnings

1. NEVER handle essential oils with your bare hands! These chemicals are VERY potent and your body can absorb them through your skin. You should always wear gloves when handling these sorts of projects.

2. Coconut Oil solidifies at room temperature! This means that you’ll need to heat it up when you’re mixing your wet ingredients. If you’re making multiple batches at the same time, it’s also possible your coconut oil will resolidify. I made a poor man’s double boiler in my lab out of a bowl of hot water and just let the containers where I’d mixed my wet ingredients float on top of the water. It kept them in a liquid state until I was ready for them. Of course, you could always substitute for another (easier) carrier like Rosehip or Argan Oil--but I wanted to include this in case you’re using Coconut.

Take a look at the oils I’ve mixed in this photo. See how it’s getting cloudy? That’s the coconut oil resolidfying:

3. Too much Red 23 may stain you and your bathtub! I haven’t had any problems with Red Oxide or Red 40, but Red 23 (which is what gives the Philosopher’s Stone its pinkish hue) and I have a love/hate relationship. It’s a beautiful colorant and a little goes a long way, but it can stain you like nothing else if you overdo it!

4. If you are using mica colorant in your bath bomb, be sure to include a little Polysorbate 80 to your wet ingredients too! Mica can make your bombs sparkle and glitter, but it will stick to EVERYTHING if you don’t add Polysorbate 80!

5. If you plan to make these for yourself or as gifts, please look up contraindications and potential side effects of overexposure to these oils first. Some oils are not safe for children, people with certain medical conditions, or people taking certain medications. Some people may also be allergic to certain ingredients and the scent of myrrh makes some people nauseous (three guesses why it went in the Red Stone blend). Just be cautious and conscientious!

End Result

Here are the two blends side by side. There’s only one Philosopher’s Stone in the image, but it’s rather obvious which one it is thanks to the Red 23.

I’m mildly creeped out by how similar the scent profiles are to the two blends. Sometimes I’ll substitute one of these oils for another when I’m running low in a popular blend, but this was my first time literally using ALL substitutes to make a dupe. Here are my notes:

The first thing you smell in both stones is a rich, luxurious, resin-like scent. This is because both synergies contain Frankincense (which is a resin oil) and a secondary resin oil (Elemi in the Philosopher’s Stone and Myrrh in the Red Stone).

Although both stones contain a citrus oil; you only smell traces of it in the Red Stone and it’s almost nonexistent in the Philosopher’s Stone. There’s two reasons this may have happened. My Blood Orange essential oil is fresher than my Mandarin oil, so it may be more potent. Also, Blood Orange just has a stronger scent profile in general. Mandarin’s an oil I often substitute for Sweet Orange or Tangerine since it plays nicely with a lot of stuff and doesn’t try to steal the show. Blood Orange does.

The Philosopher’s Stone has a peppery bite to it that the Red Stone does not. I suspect the culprit is the Finger Root, which is a “sister smell” to the Ginger I used for the Red Stone blend. Finger Root is a lesser-known oil that I sometimes interchange with Ginger or Turmeric in my synergies. It’s got a slightly earthier smell than Ginger (which is mildly sweet on top of its spice), and packs a bit more heat. It’s also possible that the eugenol content of the Clove Bud oil I used was super high, but the company I got it from didn’t provide a chemical breakdown of the batch. I have no way of knowing.

The Red Stone gives off a weird “burning” smell that the Philosopher’s Stone does not. My guess is it’s the difference between the two Cedarwood oils. Texan Cedarwood (which I used in the Philosopher’s Stone) has a dry firewood smell to it when paired with Sage, but is much milder than Himalayan Cedarwood (which smells a bit more like the “cedar” most people are familiar with). Also, the Red Stone’s secondary resin oil is Myrrh: which can amplify warm smells like Turmeric, Black Pepper, or Cinnamon when mixed in a blend. I think the Myrrh and Himalayan Cedarwood mixed together to cause that effect.

The scent profile is about an 85% match, but that 15% difference puts it almost in an aromatherapeutic uncanny valley: like it’s “not quite right” but close enough to fool someone if they sniffed these two blind and didn’t know they were different blends.

I highly recommend trying both scents out if you aren’t allergic to any of the ingredients. It’s a fun activity, and one I’m hoping to do a live demo for at a convention in the future!

#Skye makes bath bombs #Fullmetal Alchemist bath bomb #Philosopher's Stone bath bomb #Red Stone bath bomb #Professor Palmarosa #ProfessorPalmarosa #fandom bath bomb

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sssuperbartola · 5 years

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Drastic Measures - Part One

kinda angsty, kinda lemonish at the end, a drizzle of comic stuff and a lil’ bit of softness on the side. Enjoy!

Rated K+ for language

“Motherfucker!”

If she hadn’t already recognized the blaring voice from across her home’s backyard, then the cacophony of stuff being slammed on the ground from just outside her house definitely proved who was awake in the early hours of the morning in the whole house, if not in all the neighborhood even.

Dragging a long sigh of exasperation, Kagome slowly rose from her soft pillows to then sit on her side of the futon she and her loving, caring - and currently loud husband - shared, then proceeded to mentally prepare herself for the imminent tasks: wake up her brain and give her hanyou a piece of her mind on how to not wake up people.

Not a single ray of sun had made its way into the house yet, the air still lingering with the fresh but humid smell of the previous night, a mixture of wet grass and stingy resin which broke through the only wooden window of that section of the house. A light chill suddenly shocked Kagome from her last ounce of slumber and, securing the front of her yuka, she stood up from her beddings and waddle on cold feet towards the fire area to see if she could start a fire. All the while, the noises from outside never ceased, but they were more and more replaced from lewd curses and shouts.

“Why won’t you fucking stay up!? Ahhrg! Goddammit, piece of shit wood!” Inuyasha kept going, then proceeded to slam something heavy on what one would assume were logs of trees.

Kagome deeply inhaled some air to calm herself before she got herself to throw a shout as well. She halted her steps as soon as she glanced over the other side of the room where the suikan of Inuyasha’s firerat laid all crumpled and tangled on the floor. Kagome rose a curious eyebrow at the unusual sight, it was not like him to be separated from his only piece of clothing he ever wore, especially if he had to go in the crisp air of the morning like today. Another cold draft broke through the frame-built wall and Kagome had to suppress a small whimper while she miserably attempted to fasten again her night yuka; as she glanced again at the firerat, she resolved that, since he didn’t probably need it, she might as well make some use of it while she waited for the house to heat up. After all, he was the one with demonic blood, a bit of cold won’t kill him unlike her.

Circling the fire pit in the middle of the room, she quickly bend to grasp the fabric and then just as quickly draped it over herself, her small frame not even managing to fill in the large sleeves of the suikan but that was not a problem at all for Kagome, given that now it was five times warmer than before. She loved to wear his firerat from time to time, and so did Inuyasha, who always felt a spike of pride when seeing her wife adorned in his coat, even more, if it was just his coat she was wearing. It was a habit she picked up during the quest of hunting shards, especially after a rather violent battle where she almost got herself dangerously hurt. Inuyasha would sit close to her and wordlessly take his firerat and put it on her as if to protect her ins his own way: by simply being there. She collected the long sleeves and deeply inhaled the fabric permeated with Inuyasha’s scent and surrounding Kagome in her favorite smell in the world: musk, rain, fresh leaves, and something remarkably him altogether in the shape of a grumpy man with adorable ears and a golden heart.

The overwhelming sensation Kagome was immersed in almost made her forget the reason why she was there in the first place, but another yell from the man outside quickly made her regain her original mood.

“Don’t you fucking dare fall do-! OH COME ON!” was the last thing she heard from him before a loud cluttering of several objects all falling at the same time. A few spare seconds of silence were the only break allowed to Kagome before the madness started again.

“For once that I go to buy some wood, I just had to buy this low- ass quality, worm-eaten shit of wood?! “You will avoid so much work buy just buying this one”, they said! “Best woods you can find” MY ASS!”. The situation was degenerating yet again, and Kagome had enough. It wasn’t just the fact he woke her up with his enthusiastic speech with a shed of wood - it wasn’t the only reason at least. What irritated her was how reckless he was with his mouth and his actions, and most importantly, the outcome of those two combined. Kagome didn’t think of herself as a prudish woman, in her life she had had her slips of the tongue on many occasions, whether it was about an argument with her mother, her friends or a very specific person and his tactless shenanigans. However, there was a fine line between losing one’s temper and just causing chaos just for the sake of it, something she didn’t approve that much of her husband right now.

Collecting the exceedingly long piece of red cloth, she then marched to the backdoor which opened to their little green space right outside the house. As she lifted the mat covering the entrance, she was greeted with what she could only describe as a homicide scene.

Scattered on every single corner of the garden laid several chunks of broken wood, some more intact than others, but still heavily damaged. Spots of dirt and soil currently replaced the once healthy green of her beloved garden, and she swore she has never those rocks last time she went outside. But regardless of the hell of a nature surrounding her, there he was, Inuyasha, the cause of this disaster standing right in the middle of it, swinging left and right a rusted-looking ax ready to crumble to pieces. Kagome slowly took in the destruction in front of her, her eyes wide and mouth open in silent shock as ire started to boil in her veins. She took so much time preparing the soil to harvest their vegetables, she cared so much and he annihilated it. Her eyes snapped to the half-demon in front of her. Breathing heavily, he looked completely disheveled: his torso was completely bare, having discarded his under kosode a while ago, and covered in a light layer of sweat, while his hair was barely held in a failed attempt of a bun. On another occasion, she would have ogled at that picture but right now all she wanted to do was to literally jump at him and kill him.

He didn’t notice Kagome’s presence behind him, which gave the woman an opportunity to observe him before going for the kill.

“I can’t fucking believe it, these pieces of wood are complete shit!” Inuyasha huffed while reaching for another of his victim. He placed the log in the middle of a flat rock he used as a pedestal, looked at it and, with a hand on his hip, gripped his ax more tightly. “Those vendors were fucking lying about you” he pointed at the piece of wood with the cutter, tone threatening, “and I, like a fucking idiot, believed it. God fucking damn it, Kagome is going to kill me, and all because of those fuckers”. As soon as he said those words, a cold voice reached him from behind.

“Oh do you now, Inuyasha?”

He froze on the spot at the all too familiar sound of his wife’s voice. Eyes wide in pure fear, he slowly put down the ax not wanting to move any further. However, Kagome was not having it.

“Inuyasha”, she called back, her tone leaving no room for objection. He loudly gulped and, with a dreadful chill crawling on his back, he all too slowly turned around to face the inevitable. If Inuyasha had to choose a moment in his life where he seriously dreaded death, he would probably say it was this exact moment. His eyes locked with Kagome’s and all words died instantly on his lips. She was fuming with rage, he could tell that. He could feel her aura whirling with such anger he thought he could touch it with his hands. He didn’t even register the fact she was wearing his firerat, but could spare only a brief glance at the way her arms crossed on the fabric, her right index tapping nervously on her forearm. He has never seen so angry, and that’s telling a lot given their past arguments. The silence between the two was becoming too heavy for Inuyasha, who wished her to stop throwing daggers with her eyes. He deeply inhaled through his nostrils and was about to say something, anything! but he immediately regretted that.

“Ka-”

“What the HELL did you do to the garden!?” Kagome exploded, making him wince and lower his ears completely flat on his head at the loud yell. A few seconds of silence passed and he tried to answer her but with no avail.

“Kagome, I ca-” “I don’t give a rats-ass about your excuses! Look at this mess! It looks like some wild youki just fucking dismantled our backyard! What were you thinking of doing?!” Kagome angrily inquired more, her control clearly lost.

Inuyasha was was so scared he almost didn’t even register the series of curses she blended with her scolding. Tentatively, he tried to step closer to her, his arms gradually rising towards him as a peaceful sign of surrender, the last thing he was was to upset her more than she already was. “Kagome, just let me explain-” “What’s there to explain?! You thought you could test that excuse of wood you bought, that I understood pretty much, what about the rest of the fucking garden!?!” she argued back, and Inuyasha decided it was better to make a step backward. That move though resulted fatal for him, since she took that as an invitation to come closer to him, and he did not want that. He quickly put his arms forward to stop her from moving, “ I-I guess I went a bit…uh, over the top..b-but I swear it wasn’t my intention-” “Oh, well why, Inuyasha, I didn’t think of you like a casual gardener in your spare time! And it’s a work of arts, too! Were your taking inspiration from a bloody battlefield perhaps!?”

“Listen, Kagome-” “No! Now you listen up.” she cut him off abruptly, an accusing finger pushing at his chest. His eyes zeroed to that single finger as if it could trespass him like a sword. He quickly glanced back at her with full attention, since his life was apparently depending on that.

“I can get over the fact you woke me up with your shouting at an inanimate object, I can tolerate you cursing around for every goddamn reason, I can even understand the fact you are clearly angry at those vendors who gave you bad wood, but destroying our backyard, that we spent so much time preparing for planting our food, without any consideration of how I might feel, to just smash wood at random, that, sir, I won’t let it pass. At.All.” With every word she spat, she kept poking and poking at his chest until he was touching the stone pedestal with his ankles. He glanced briefly at his back before looking back at her, with no idea of how to get out of that situation.

“Kagome, I’m so, so sorry”“Oh you better be, mister.” she urged on, “I expect you to pick up everything and make this place look twice as beautiful as before you step foot in it”, she came so dangerously close to his face he had a hard time breathing.

“If I came back and see even just a strand of grass out of place” she gritted to him, her finger picking at his skin, “You better watch out because I won’t be so kind then” she whispered, but the threat behind those words made it way scarier. He stepped back to get some room to breathe but his feet met the hard pedestal and so he stumbled hard on his butt while looking up at Kagome’s figure. She regarded him one last glare, before quickly turning around and stomping back inside. If she had a physical door instead of the mat, she would have slammed it on his face, but that was the feudal era. After stepping into the house, she stood in the living room again, taking deep breaths to regain some sort of posture after the scolding of her life. She didn’t know how she said those things, but she couldn’t always be the understanding, soft-spoken girl all the times, not since her husband liked to put their house upside-down. That was a desperate situation, and in those cases, the only thing to do is calling for desperate measures.

She felt too hot all of the sudden, and only then she remembered she was wearing Inuyasha’s firerat, and so she quickly undressed before reaching the fireplace and make some breakfast for herself, since her husband would not join her anytime sooner.

Outside, Inuyasha was still left sprawled on the grass, mouth agape in shock, still unable to process the fury that had just left him. If anything, he was just glad she didn’t purify his ass on the spot, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t about to.

His hand unconsciously reached for where her finger dug on his chest, rubbing gently as if to shoo any wound that wasn’t there. His heart raced into his ribcage, adrenaline going crazy in his veins and all he could think about was the fire in Kagome’s eyes, how resolved she was with asking - no, demanding him to what she said, and the power she emanated when she came up to him, even if she barely reached his shoulders.

She was fuming, she uncontrollable, she dominating, she was…

“So damn hot” he breathless said, a smirk making its way on his face while amber eyes hid a spark of promises.

#fanfiction #inuyasha #kagome #inukag #one-shot #or drabble i dunno #drastic measures part one

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