Inuyasha Characters as cursed animal pics
Don’t ask me why I chose this for him
She’s probably the least chaotic out of all of them tbh (she just wants someone to love her is that too much to ask)
He a good boi most of the time (we aren’t talking about whatever the heck went on with him in yashahime because whoever that was it wasn’t him) but he can be a bit chaotic sometimes
She is perfect. Not chaotic at all. Just an adorable baby who needs love 🥰
Idk if he was dropped on his head a lot when he was little or what but somethings wrong with him and idk what it is (we still love him tho)
She looks chill enough but give her a reason to hate you and she will not hesitate to drop kick your soul into the underworld
Miroku is chaos itself. Every episode he’s in he does something to offset the perfect balance of the world and he owns it.
I had to. I’m sorry. Not really
He ruled the drama. He just sat back and watched the mess he created unfold. He was drama itself. What a king, honestly.
I swear this woman only kept coming back to life out of pure SPITE
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@inu-mothership Bingo Night!
Drabbles for a mixture of pairings, both romantic and friendly, with randomized prompts.
All word counts: 100
Toga Taisho was incomparable.
A grin as broad as his shoulders, silver hair swaying down his back, wicked golden eyes that ensnared her, and a laugh like a lion’s roar.
Kagome could barely think of anything else but him and how completely filled their office with his presence alone.
Jovial. Clever. Witty. Thoughtful.
His only flaw.
Still, she remained respectful and longed from afar, wishing she could be the one he went home to at night.
“Kagome! Come meet my son!” He called, and she went without question.
Their eyes met, their souls surged, everyone smirked knowingly.
Word Count: 100
Maybe it was her ability to see the Shikon shards that had drawn him in at first.
But it was her sweetness, her fire, her resolve that kept him coming back.
And she smelled like honey.
Verbally she clung to Inuyasha, and he admired her loyalty.
But his eyes and his nose worked just fine; he was gaining ground.
A wink, a smirk, a flirty gesture and her scent went cold.
A listening ear, a thoughtful remark, a truthful compliment and she blushed and stuttered.
Love was not a grand show.
Love was not strength and speed.
Love was learning.
Word Count: 100
CW: Character Death
She chose Inuyasha, and that was fine, but he liked Kagome so he still visited.
That was how he noticed the slayer.
Listless, aimless, empty.
“What’s with her?”
“He… didn’t make it.”
So they sparred to pass time and be distracted.
Brown eyes warmed and weak smiles bloomed, she was vibrant and dynamic and strong.
And buff as hell.
His eyes lingered, his hands drifted, she leaned in and embraced a second chance.
And so did he.
Thanks to Kagome, he knew he could love a human.
Thanks to Sango, he had one to love.
Word count: 100
Her hair was a sheet of black silk; her eyes were- what was that sweet stuff Kagome always brought- like chocolate.
Miroku would never admit it out loud, but he found the Miko Kikyo fascinating.
She was beautiful to be sure, poised and regal and graceful.
The walking dead, a reanimated corpse, a consumer of maiden souls, all things that would damn her soul if she still had most of it.
And he found something in her that echoed in him, a darkness he couldn’t shake, two spiritual warriors carrying Naraku’s taint.
But at least his heart was beating.
Word Count: 100
CW CHARACTER DEATH
Black soot from the flames consuming her childhood home sprinkled across his silver moon hair, his golden eyes empty, all that was left of him in the wreckage, besides bits of torn silk and shattered armor.
She wrenched away, hating her weakness, so certain she’d needed to find him in the first place- just in case.
She clutched the sleeping baby tighter to her chest and walked away, picking over charred beams and broken tiles.
And then she looked.
So like him, pale hair and amber eyes, wrapped snugly in fiery red.
And she’d always imagined her baby in blue.
Word Count: 100
She’d been elated when she’d first seen him.
Silver hair, golden eyes, only one person it could be.
But it was his father, waving casually and eating raw chestnuts.
“Aren’t those dangerous uncooked?”
“Aren’t we already dead?”
She followed him around a little- silver dogs were so fun to annoy- and he was full of wisdoms and anecdotes as she imagined fathers were supposed to be.
“Will you watch over him forever?” He asked as Kagura spied on Sesshomaru’s clumsy courtship of that human Miko.
She was free now in death; she wouldn’t chain herself to life.
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