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[osuwariis]

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roleplay blog for INUYASHA. selective . low activity. 21+ mun. action and crossover friendly. beware, themes of HORROR, VIOLENCE, GORE, DISTURBING THINGS, present. non rp / personal blogs will be blocked. I will not follow back blogs with no rules. PLEASE read my rules. written by JJ.

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[osuwariis]

i forgor to post here too but yes im still alive (somewhat) i am just really busy finishing comms while dealing with classes and work rn

once the last of these comms are finished i will have free time to do as i please again!

[osuwariis]

are my icons dead for anyone else HFDSHFSDHFHDS WHAT THE FUCK

[rivenrose]

Thank the gods she didn’t need air. Inuyasha held her so tightly he could’ve wrung the breath from her body and kept it out. It was instinctual of his nature, to hold so tight he’d almost end up breaking, and Astaria felt every part of it.

It was the hurt that kept her denying him. From the fear of losing him again. There was a priestess once, and now another had walked into Inuyasha’s life. All warmth and sunlight and uncomplicated humanity. Everything she wasn’t…

Everything Astaria would never be.

Because vampirism wasn’t natural. It was a curse of cold flesh and stolen lives. And Astaria wanted to give nothing back if it meant living forever. Even with an unbeating heart and winter in her breath, even with two centuries behind her, it still hurt to feel like he was keeping her existence from that priestess’ knowledge.

So when Inuyasha brought her close, that old violence stirred. A flash of teeth in her mind, the urge to take a piece of him, hollow him out until he knew what she felt. Instead, she went still. Let him hold her, while all that fury settled somewhere deep and poisonous inside her, left to fester.

She never hugged him back, but she didn’t fight him off either.

“It’s—” Jealousy, fear, insecurity—words she would sooner rinse down with holy water before admitting out loud. “...You’re hurting me.”

[osuwariis]

His ears pinned back when he released her. He had never known Astaria to be incapable of handling his strength, but that may have been part of the problem. Inuyasha hold back for her the way he did mortals, but that didn't mean she didn't feel any less than them.

The matter of his newfound allies hung over them like a dark cloud, now, making him second guess how he was meant to behave —

❝ ...do you want me to leave them? ❞ Eyes he didn't remember lowering raise towards her again. They lack the usual harshness, resemble something tender, even. ❝ I won't lie. At first, the thought crossed my mind. If I had gotten what I wanted from them I would have easily left that behind for you. ❞

He turns to look out the open doorway, towards the nighttime scenery. ❝ But if I did that now, after everything I have been through with them — ❞ and put those people through. ❝ I would be exactly the kind of guy that I hate the most. Scum that can't commit to nothing. ❞

He gets up and finally moves away from Astaria. He takes hold of the sliding door frame, but stops. ❝ You know that includes you, too, right? You're someone I don't want to leave behind either. ❞ He doesn't look over his shoulder, but his ear twitches towards her — honed in on her every movement. ❝ So I'm not quitting. I'll keep coming back over and over. You'll have to beat me to death get me to quit, you hear! ❞

[osuwariis]

⭐ - It was exceedingly rare for Kanna to act on her own, let alone to indulge her whims. And yet there she stood, her empty black eyes fixated on the half-demon's silky white strands. A small hand reached up, and she gave Inuyasha a slight pet.

" Pretty..."

Doll or not, Kanna was not above child-like curiosity.

send in ⭐ to touch my muse’s hair.

❝ !? ❞

The realization that it wasn't the expected cowardly flea skulking about his locks this time, rather a pair of deathly pale fingers and a somber voice to accompany it, made him jolt startled — Inuyasha got nearly a foot of air from how hard he bounced! Like a spooked mutt!

He growls and takes the little incarnation by the wrist, lifting her up from the ground so he can glare face to face with her. ❝ You tryin' to get your fingers chomped off? ❞

And yet there is a distinct lack of chomping! Evidentially the hanyō is all bark and no bite today, and all that barkin' is coming from the ego bruising of being caught so off guard!

@arrachnes

[osuwariis]

⭐ combing all the blood and dirt out of his hair smh

send in ⭐ to touch my muse’s hair.

❝ OW! Don't pull! ❞

He barked dramatically, as though she hadn't seen him be showered and bullets and skewered by blades, with much less complaint. In truth the hanyō's mood ( and ego ) was deeply soured to even be in this predicament, to begin with! Mostly because she shut him up rather effectively anytime he tried to resist.

Luna laid it out rather simply; Unless Inuyasha cleaned up, he wouldn't be allowed inside. No exceptions.

Grumble grumble... ❝ This is so stupid. I'm not one of your damn curs. ❞ His fussing tapers off.

... okay she transitioned to going a bit more gently and it was almost beginning to feel good.

@lunaferrous

[osuwariis]

icb so many want to put their hands in dirty mutt hair do they want fleas???

[memestockpile]

send in ⭐ to touch my muse’s hair.

bonus if you add narrative, reason, scenarios, details, etc to give the receiver something more to work off of. ( can be anything from a hair ruffle, to fixing hairs that are out of place, to stroking their hair to comfort them, and anything in between. )

[multlfarlous]

. ———— мѕнαяυησ

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ⌠⦾⌡—— ‏‎ She's steady, her nerves calm - grateful that whatever initial protest the man below her had tried to give had quietened down and let her work without thrashing or fighting her. It made the whole ordeal easier, quicker-- Even if there was strange odd sensation to the man she couldn't place. His body seemed and felt human, and nothing much stood out - yet something in her felt like there was an oddness to it.

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ❝ I'll deal with that after. ❞ The words were spoken, still light and calm - half at her own thoughts and half in reply to him as her fern eyes flicked to his face, taking in the state he was in and seeing how he was as a whole. Well enough to say sense it seemed, and wondered how much more bite would be to the words if he wasn't sat recovering from so much blood loss.

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ❝ I'll worry about whether I should be afraid or not when I can sit you up without you passing back out. ❞ That was a bit more clipped, a silent warning tone of her own beneath her words, but not truly hostile as her hands shifted, trying to pull the tattered robes over him a little. The majority of the wounds were healed, he should be able to move within an hour or so if not sooner - but probably not far as he's still in a state. She shifted, sitting back on her legs a bit and raised an arm to wipe across her brow where sweat had built up - gloved hands blood and dirty.

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ❝ ..How do you feel by the way? Well enough to fight a lone stranger? ❞ Her tone would seem playful even accompanied by the seriousness that came with it. If she had reason to fear him, he hadn't shown it her yet. She was no fool, but she was also her own person - if she'd left him to bleed out that would cause her more suffering even if at the risk of herself.

[osuwariis]

❝ Sure. With my arm tied behind my back, even. ❞ he huffed, meeting her jest in equal tandem. If he were in any state to do so, he'd surely be on his feet by now. But there he lays in a daze, still victim to the weakness that hangs heavy over him like a blanket.

Inuyasha stares blearily to the sky above, a moonless sky and bountiful stars to accompany. He doesn't know how long the new moon will be, but he considers that it wouldn't bode well if he were to turn to his normal form now. He'd been thrown out of villages before for his demonic nature, after all. So even if it hurt his pride, he decided to keep his true nature a secret from her.

❝ It doesn't hurt anymore. ❞ finally he says something honest. Clawless hand reaching into the bloody hole of his suikan, ragged and tender skin is left where a gaping wound once was. She was good at her craft. ❝ Heh. Now that's a first. Ninjas doing something that doesn't hurt. ❞

Both his arms fold behind his head, as though he were lounging about anywhere but in a puddle of his own blood. He peaks at her, and her focused seafoam eyes. ❝ Alright, lady, what's the catch? You gonna' try to shake me down to make me pay up or something? ❞

[osuwariis]

SENSES & OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.

what does your muse smell like? || Dog. He smells like dog. Whether that's a good thing or not depends on if you like the smell of dog. And while he doesn't have human body odor, he is a dirty guy who is outside a lot, so just imagine what dogs smell like when they haven't been bathed.

what do your muse’s hands feel like? || The skin on his palms are rough. Because of his regenerative abilities, he doesn't have noticeably calloused hands, but the skin is very tough. They are very warm.

what does your muse usually eat in a day? || Inuyasha is an opportunistic eater. He eats whatever he can get his claws on. Most of the time he cooks whatever wildlife he catches, from fish to prey animals, and birds. But if he's really hungry he will eat them raw, too.

does your muse have a good singing voice? || Nah.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics? || THE ZOOMIES. When Inuyasha is restless he paces and runs around a lot. He shakes his leg and taps his foot, too, when he's wound up, and especially when he's impatient. Inuyasha also picks his teeth a lot.

what does your muse usually look like/wear? || He is almost always wearing the same suikan. It protects him, and he feels naked without it. Aside from his clothes, though, Inuyasha could probably be described as... wild.

is your muse affectionate?  how much?  how so? || He is, but it is usually reserved for special moments. He's very bold when he is affectionate, but if he isn't in that sort of mood he's going to be this big ol' brat about it and bark if he's touched. He really likes embracing. It's warm and he gets to smell the other person as much as possible.

what position does your muse sleep in? || Sitting upright. lol.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? || Yes because he is loud as shit. But when he is being stealthy, he can be very quiet. Pro stalker right here.

Tagged by: Stolen Tagging: Steal from me

[lunaferrous]

Not the most graceful exit she could have chosen, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And she wasn't about to get outflanked by those zealots again, running like she had the wind at her back, looking over her shoulder expecting him to be two steps behind--only for him to speed up right next to her without missing a beat.

Okay. He was fast. Faster than she had anticipated, blinking wide-eyed in disbelief just before he managed to pull her up onto his back. What was happening? Was he accustomed to carrying people like this? And what about his injuries?

It seemed all her questions and more would have to wait, feeling a lump rising in the back of her throat as she swallowed it down thickly, looking over the edge of the building to where Archimedes and her hounds were still in the alley. She threw her rifle case over the edge, knowing that its weight would only slow the two of them down, as Archimedes down below expertly caught it by the handle between his teeth.

"Don't worry about them." She reassured him, catching his own glance down into the alley as she grabbed a hold of his shoulders. "They know what to do. Now... North. We should head north."

North. North, there was a safehouse alongside the river, well hidden and secured, lost within a maze of shipping containers. It was still leagues away, for a human traveling by foot. But for all intents and purposes, it seemed that Inuyasha could get them there in the blink of an eye.

"Are you sure you can handle this? If we want to lose them, we have to get as far as the other side of the river... I know a place where we can safely bed down for a while once we get there."

[osuwariis]

❝ Humph. ❞ Well that took care of one potential source of remorse, not that he'd own up to it. At her further probing, though, he gave a slight shrug, as best as he could with her holding him.

❝ I've done more in worse shape. ❞ Not a lie, but he was definitely downplaying his current pain threshold. With a newfound objective, and some adrenaline coursing through his veins, it could be easily overlooked. So he abided her command, bare feet darting across the roof shingles. Swift and near soundless.

❝ Their smell is getting fainter and fainter. We're throwing them off, good enough. Mortals can only do so much. ❞ He says that despite having had a chunk of him taken by them -- but Inuyasha could not help his prideful dismissal. As far as he was concerned, it was merely a fluke.

❝ But they're still damn annoying. ❞ he muses under his breath, before taking a thoughtful whiff if the air. ❝ I can smell river water. ❞

[rivenrose]

Inuyasha wasn’t subtle, even less so in his anger. The moment he caught sight of her, the hallway all but burst into noise—loud stomps, louder voice, and that familiar storm he carried everywhere he went. Rolling her eyes and exhaling hard through her nostrils, Astaria regarded him from the corner of her eye.

Jealousy wasn’t new. But this time, it seemed to have teeth.

“Come.” She beckoned, sliding the door open and guiding him inside. Once the panel slid shut behind them, sealing off the sounds, some semblance of privacy was afforded them. If only for a minute. “Do you know this monk?”

Inuyasha did make a passing mention of his companions once: a priestess, a slayer, a lecherous monk, and some small orphaned youkai. None of them had a name or a face attached. Not to mention most monks a woman like her met were perverts anyway.

“If it’s any consolation, he paid.” She let the thought sit. “...doubly.” Whenever someone paid double, Astaria meant in coin and blood. “Why does it bother you? He’s a client just like any other. And the scene you made out there…” Tut, tut, tut. “…is unbecoming of this establishment. Stop it.”

[osuwariis]

❝ Hmph. I wish I didn't. ❞

He remarks bitterly, already choosing the perfect spot within the room to sit and pout. It wasn't as though he expected anything better from the monk -- in fact, he most distinctly vowed to never let that man meet Astaria for this exact antipated situation -- rather, the wound was still fresh.

It was no coincidence Miroku found his way to this teahouse, it was well out of the way of their travels, and the only thing Inuyasha could conjure was that he was somehow followed.

Inuyasha kept his back turned to her, despite all the effort he made to chase her down, as though his ego were so ravaged he couldn't look her directly in the eye. All that changed, though, when she mentioned the little arrangement between the two of them, that was met with a very swift answer:

CRASH.

Inuyasha put his entire fist through the floorboards, glaring back at the mistress with a daggerlike gaze. He did not approve. Not even slightly.

Splinters were chucked here and there when he finally tore his arm from the hole he made, and he stomped his way over. ❝ Whatever he paid, I'll triple it...! ❞ he stalls, only halfway remembering his finances were in the negative, due to being in debt to this house. And that number had only increased with the damages he'd just created.

❝ I mean... I'll work my ass off to pay that much in what I'll owe. ❞ he pleads, grabbing her shoulder. ❝ Just stop seeing that man! ❞

[osuwariis]

HIT THAT LIKE FOR A STARTER

[hamayas]

❝ ... ❞

her silence was perhaps more telling than words could have expressed. kagome lacked her usual cheerfulness to lighten the mood. melancholy clung to her very being. it overflowed to the point where it now seeped into the air around her. while she couldn't shake the feeling, she didn't let it interfere with her training. she had something to prove and so she pressed on by letting loose yet another arrow devoid of her magical spiritual power.

❝ i—❞ she released a deep, exasperated sigh before continuing. ❝ i don't know, inuyasha. ❞

she was well aware of his intentions, but it hardly made a difference. it did nothing to prevent her from feeling like a complete and utter failure. in the end she couldn't help but to compare herself to kikyo, who seemed to grasp these concepts as if they were just second nature to her. kikyo made it look so easy and yet here she was struggling to understand the very basics of controlling her powers. it was frustrating. deep down she knew she could never hold a candle to her predecessor and that's what really bothered her.

❝ i'll just keep at it. i can do this... just give me a little more time please. ❞

[osuwariis]

Her lack of retort disarmed him. There wasn't an emotion Kagome didn't express to her fullest -- she was often so unashamedly herself, in that aspect. It was something he'd often brazenly berated her for, but now he felt deeply hollow in the absence of it. The truth was, he hated to see her like this, robbed of that sincerest part of her.

Uncertainty hung over the two of them. Inuyasha thought himself confident that he could protect Kagome from any imminent threat -- but when the threat came from within, what was he to do?

If only all things could be solved by cleaving it to ribbons with his claws.

❝ Listen, ❞ His rough palm covered her knuckles, gently lowering her arm along with the bow. ❝ That time's just gonna' be wasted if all you're doing is the same thing over and over. ❞ Brows furrow when he turned her hand over to look at her fingers. The evidence of all the string and arrow she's pulled in the day, clear as the day.

❝ ...You'll bruise. ❞

[sailermoon]

[osuwariis]

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It was another animated day within the teahouse. Behind the shoji feminine shadows could be seen crowding around the shape of a certain familiar patron -- a regular. Their cadence towards him is coy and teasing.

"Oh nooo, Monk-sama, look! He's in one of those bad moods, again. Is it true you know an incantation to subjugate him?" "Of course I do, and I'd be the last to let him harm a head on your pretty heads. But one cannot employ punishment on unruly dogs so lightly-- hey! OW!"

Some more frivolous commotion, when a dog eared shadow emerges. Though it wasn't seen what exactly became of the smooth talking monk, the irate hanyou storming into the hall ought to have been the first hint -- as well as the way he clenched his fist.

❝ As if you couldn't sink any lower! I oughta' rip your tongue out to stop you from spewing any more bullshit!!! ❞ He shouted back at the room, only for it to erupt into girlish laughter.

Like usual, Astaria's ladies didn't take Inuyasha, nor his threats, the least bit serious. He was in debt to the house, after all, and couldn't do anything more than throw these little tantrums. But he felt at least a little better having taken some of it out on that no-good and so-called 'friend' of his.

❝ Incantation my ass. You idiot. ❞ He barked, for good measure. Only to be distracted by the sight of crimson silk disappearing down one end of the hall. His fangs appear and he goes on all fours to prowl after the wandering figure like the seething predator he was. ❝ Hey, don't think you're off the hook! Get back here, Astaria, I can smell his stink on you!!! ❞

And stink she did. How dare the two of them do... th-that, only for that bastard to go play with the other women immediately after! The dog is so enraged that the moment he reaches her, he doesn't hesitate to go clawing at her robe with no grace or class -- trying to drag her back towards him.

❝ I'm talking to you! ❞

[leneemusing]

DARKER THRILLING PROMPTS

content warning for themes of violence, gore, death,  horror and general dark themes as stated in title. obviously these can be used for any context but i figured i’d provide some content for spooky season. ♡

ANTAGONIST 

“  did you really think you could hide from me?  ”

“  no one is coming to save you.  ”

“  now,  i’m gonna have to kill you.  but i won’t let it hurt.  i promise you that much.  ”

“  what?  crying already?  ”

“  keep your goddamn mouth shut!  ”

“  oh,  don’t look at me like that.  surely you’re used to being hurt by now.  i always pick the damaged ones.  ”

“  damn—  you’re a really fucking fast runner you know that?  ”

“  it’s so cute that you think you’re going to survive.  ”

“  you can scream all you want.  no one will hear you.  ”

“  i’ve been planning this for so long.  ”

“  oh yes,  i remember now.  i had so much fun killing that one.  ”

“  i really wish you hadn’t said that...  ” 

“  well shit.  i didn’t want you to see this—  blood really isn’t my color.  ”

“  i’m warning you to walk away now.  forget you saw this.  ”

“  if i see you again,  i’ll take your eyes.  ”

“  don’t give up now,  i’m just getting started.  ”

“  i was hoping you’d put up a fight.  ”

“  stop squirming— it will hurt less.  ”

“  you’re not getting out of this.  ”

“  i’m afraid it has to be this way.  ”

“  it was always going to end like this.  just accept your fate.  ”

“  i really don’t like having to do this.  please don’t make it harder.  ”

“  just let go,  feel the life draining away. it’ll be peaceful.  ”

“  shh it’ll all be over soon.  ”

“  oh,  you’re going to be a fun one to take apart.  ”

[ INTIMIDATE ]  for one muse to use gentleness in a threatening manner  (  stroking their face or hair etc  ). 

[  CRUEL ]  for one muse to threaten the other by putting a hand around their throat without fully choking them. 

[ TRAPPED ]  for one muse to wake up bound to chair. 

[ GROUP ] for both our muses to wake up,  bound and about to be tortured. 

[ KNIFE ] for one muse to stab the other.

[ BULLET ] for one muse to shoot the other. 

[ CRACK ] for one muse to break the other’s bone  (  feel free to specify location  ). 

[ BRUISE ] for one muse to punch the other.  

[ CAUGHT ] for one muse to discover the other in the act of killing someone. 

[ LATE ] for one muse to discover the other after they just killed someone. 

[ QUIET ] for one muse to menacingly put a finger over their mouth to indicate the other to hush. 

[ WHISPER ] for one muse to put their finger over the others mouth while intimidating them.

TARGET/WITNESS

“  why are you doing this to me?  ”

“  what the fuck do you want from me?!  ”

“  i swear to god i’ll shoot!  ”

“  what the fuck is wrong with you?  ”

“  i’ll do whatever you want,  it doesn’t have to be like this.  ”

“  why are you like this?  what happened to you?  ”

“  please—  help me—  ”

“  i think i’m dying—  fuck i’m gonna die…  ”

“  i can’t keep running.  ”

“  please, stop—  ”  

“  go to hell you fucking bastard!  ”

“  i won’t cry for you.  ”

“  hurt me all you want,  i won’t let you break me.  ”

“  go fuck yourself.  ”

“  oh,  i don’t think you’re misunderstood.  i just think you’re a little bitch who only gets off when they’re hurting people.  ”

“  newsflash asshole,  we’re all fucked up.  you don’t see me going around killing anyone over it.  ”

“  what did you do? what the hell did you just do?  ”

“  you said you wouldn’t do this anymore.  ”

“  enough! just.  stop.  ”

“  okay,  you’re really starting to freak me out this isn’t funny anymore.  ”

“  just leave me alone! ” 

“  we have to keep running—  ”

“  get the fuck outta here,  it’s not safe!  ”

“  we can’t hide here forever.  ”

“  who’s after you?  ”

“  don’t leave me here!  ”

[ DEFEND ] for one muse to fight back against the other. 

[ LOGIC ] for one muse to try and reason with an antagonist. 

[ FLEE ] for one muse to witness the other do something violent and immediately run away. 

[ LIVE ] for one muse to be injured by an antagonist and barely survive. 

[ HELP ] for one muse to stumble upon the other after getting attacked. 

[ SURVIVE ] for one muse to have to leave the other behind to run from an antagonist. 

[ GRIEF ] for one muse to watch the other get hurt/killed. 

[ PURSUIT ] for one muse to chase the other. 

[ SURPRISE ] for one muse to grab the other from behind,  hand over their mouth but with the intent to help them hide. 

[ COLLIDE ] for one muse to run into the other’s arms after fleeing from an attacker. 

[ AID ] for one muse to find the other in shock,  hiding from something or someone. 

[ RESCUE ] for one muse to just narrowly get saved by the other.