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Independent Koga from Inuyasha As Penned By: Laney. Sideblog to @swordsmithtotosai

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@daikusedai​ sent: **fucking glares from behind a tree like shaq at him and kagome talking**

kouga could feel the lingering stares; darts of unease shot through him as he briefly looks over his shoulder. 

Kouga returns the gaze as if he was transmitting a message to Sesshoumaru from that one stare only: ‘so you gunna do sum’ about it, bitchface?!’

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@kyudome​:

     ❝ yes, well … people tend to know a lot when they’re constantly stalking someone. ❞

‘i wouldn’t call it stalking. maybe a little--light checking in. admit it. you’v missed me.”

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@kyudome​​

‘i knew you’d be back’ kouga mischievously grins at kagome.

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on today’s episode of “laney doesnt know shading or basic anatomy 101″, she’s made this:

to vicki!!!! ( @anchoredstowaways​ )

so happy to have met you this year!!!

merry late xmas!

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hakudoushi and his ‘dad’ >> ( yakuza au )

@shirokodomo​ 

last christmas gift ; little late bc i got a tablet to draw and wanted to make it look like this rather than the crayon one ajdjdv

( haku may or may not have gotten a text from rin in this pic >> )

anyways i hope you like it, my son! <3

love, laney

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    “ i’m kouga’s only fiancée,  you can drop dead! ”  // for @greathunderhowl​​ !!

                                                  merry christmas, wapqueen !! <3

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new icon:

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reblog if your muse is   ( D R A M A T I C ™ ) 

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@crimsonacrosstime​ sent: "Uncle Koga!" Moroha runs up to her uncle, pouncing on him without warning. "You gonna train me today?"

“Ya think you’re ready, Moroha?” Kouga chuckles at the young girl. “Don’t know if you are...”

With that, the wolf demon looks over his shoulder and at the dark haired girl. A grin on his lips as he quickly grabs hold of her arm and maneuvers her as he always did; and tossed her into the air as he did when she was younger, knowing full well she would land properly. 

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@kururugi-shine​:

Michiru’s face blanched when he recognized who it was that Aki was chasing now. Oh. How could he not have noticed Kouga right away?? He was rather famous for his violent reputation… Michiru might have counted his blessings that he hadn’t had to meet him before now.

He swallows dryly, holding Aki down tight by his collar. “Of course. You’re right. I’m very sorry, sir.” He bows repentantly. Naraku’s assassin was the second-to-last person Michiru wanted to have offended, especially given what others have said about him in his exam room…

His own stomach turned as he saw the wound. Right now, he could already tell that it was not going to be a clean procedure. The makeshift cloth bandage was going to sting coming off, and who knows if that whiskey treatment truly did anything to keep the wound sterile. If anything, it would have slowed his healing by breaking the protein bonds. Anything under 80 proof would have been less than helpful against sepsis…

“I can take a look at it in the clinic.” He says, looking over his shoulder, as he brushes his hand to replace Kouga’s shirt anxiously, looking up and down the sidewalk. He was always so paranoid of the police finding out about his connection to the family.

He gives him an uncertain look. “I could help you walk, if it’s too painful…”

Kouga notices the nervous stir in the vet’s behaviour as he watched the realization erase the sparkle in his eye. It was a reaction he expected from his own experience from others who knew his name; usually weaker individuals who are driven with fear rather than defence. This gave the loose cannon some leverage--he utilized this advantage to get anything he wanted.

One of the perks of being an unpredictable mess in the Yakuza.

The night before--a brief gunfight that broke out in a deal gone wrong. Luckily, it was Kouga that was sent...no one fucks with Kagewaki’s wild card. Bullets cut the air as the booming sounds are heard back and forth. The male was merely laughing, reloading his revolver before standing up too soon. It felt like slow motion; the burning pain that scorched his side--convinced the bullet had entered his body. Though, this only temporarily stopped him. The results of the opposing crew were not a pretty sight once Kouga was through with them.

“Oh I thought we’d go in the sewer--” he sarcastically remarks at Michiru’s response before making his way towards the clinic.

Kouga merely scoffs at the vet’s offer. “See my face? Think someone held my hand when I stitched this shit up? Just lead the way and fix me up, doc.”

The male frowns as pain rushed through after taking a step. But he doesn’t want to show the vet he was weak. He was still in hiding as well, knowingly this crew he massacred had ties with their own clan and that they’d be looking for him--he was vulnerable. One drive by and a recognition in his face--he’d be done for--With Michiru as an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

Kouga pulls out a small pill bottle from his pocket--clearly unprescribed. But they were for the pain. He pops a few; closes the cap and places it back into his pocket before taking a few more steps toward where he hunches the direction of the vet’s practice.

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                                    𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬                                            𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

kouga penned by mav

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@kururugi-shine​:

“Aki, no!” Michiru chased after the Hokkaido, finally grabbing his leash to pull the dog away. He was beyond mortified he’d run off like that.

“I’m so sorry! He’s usually much more behaved than this.” He apologizes, while trying to settle the excited canine.

“Shit--” Kouga hissed at the sudden approach of a run away dog. He eyes it, as if having a brief stare down with the strange canine. Kouga bares his teeth as a low nearly inaudible growl rumbled in his chest before the sudden approach of the dark haired male.

Back hunched with a cigarette dangling from his lips, hands in his jacket pockets. He slightly straightens himself upright as he meets eye to eye with the doctor; a wince in his eye as he did so.

“Ah, Michiru, right?--Learn to control the mutt next time. Or else,” he warns while taking a long inhale of the last remnants of his cigarette.

“I was just on my way to pay you a visit,” the male adds as he drops the butt of his smoke to the concrete beneath their feet. He steps on it before returning his gaze. He lets out a cough that was followed by a stifled groan. He proceeds to lift his shirt to reveal a poorly bandaged wound just above his waistline; a white cloth duct taped to his skin as a temporary soloution. The cloth had a mixture of dry and fresh blood seeping through.

“Bullet just grazed me last night. I poured some whiskey on it--woke up and it still fucking kills. Heard you were the guy to go to--”

[shirokodomo]

W.I.P Chaotic Triphoon | Yakuza AU

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@aphrcdite​:

@greathunderhowl​

Lights dimmed as blonde finished her last song for the evening, applause could be heard, she gives a flirty kick of the heel, showing a little leg as she exits the stage to go and mingle with the patrons. A lot of the usuals, but no sign of the white wolf herself…

That was when cerulean gaze catches a familiar face. His scar being particularly prominent; Minako saw this man with Ayame often, if she remembered correctly, this was the one who’d often cause a scene of some sort. A nervous feeling creeps from within but she should probably get to know him- to the best of her abilities…

“ Hey there! I don’t believe we’ve met! You’re a… friend of Aya’s aren’t you? ”

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As the song ends, Kouga pays no mind as he swirls the brown-gold liquor in his glass. His eyes scour the huge room, his lower back pressed against the bar counter. The male had been...relatively calm for being a regular nuisance to this establishment, but then again, he had just arrived.

He was searching for her--Ayame had threatened him that she was going to look for someone new if he wouldn’t change his distrusting ways, and he was looking for any guy’s ass to kick if they do as much as look his woman’s way.

However, his attention was briefly compromised. He remembers to take a swig from his glass as his bright blue eyes follow where the sweet honey-like voice was coming from. Seeing the pretty young thing standing there, reluctance in her approach--a grin displays on his lips as he takes one last drink. Waves for the bar tender for another as he places his empty glass on the countertop.

The mention of Aya--he wanted to desperately ask if this girl has seen her, if she was with anyone, how she was feeling--but he needed to keep cool. He didn’t want to spook her--yet.

“Whats it to a pretty thing like you?” he asks; a playful smile complimenting his face. Well, whatever is left to compliment his scarred mug. “Let me get you a drink for that wicked voice of yours--” He signals the bartender.

“Something--- fruity or sweet...whatever--” he demands the bartender after he brings Kouga’s second glass of scotch. 

“Kouga,” the male answers bluntly with a tilt in his glass before taking another drink. “You?”