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Welcome to Wilson's InuYasha-Centric Tumblr. Pairings might be Inu/Kag or Sess/Kag. I will tag each post accordingly. Cheers!

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Inuyasha sighed, but he was still grinning. “Fine, crazy wench, have it your way.” He reached back and flipped his long silver mane of hair over his shoulder to reveal the wounds. Kagome gasped.

“They’re– they’re so small!” Kagome said, blinking in shock at his back. The marks she’d just cleaned just a short while ago seemed to be closing; they had looked like gouges before, she was sure. Now the wounds were more like long thin slices. Even the places where skin had flapped away from red muscle had healed significantly. “But that’s impossible!”

“Keh. I told you I’d heal.” Inuyasha groused. “No need to squawk so loud it’s not a fuckin’ miracle.”

“Says you!” Kagome said, still staring. Hesitantly, she reached out one hand to trace around one of the wounds. He shivered as her fingers traced the pink, healing skin, and she pulled her hand back. “Sorry.” She said, but he turned so quickly she hardly saw him move, catching her hand before she could complete the retreat. His eyes were still golden, but they burned into her. “Quit apologizing,” he growled, “I’m not… that didn’t hurt. I ain't that fragile.”

“Obviously,” Kagome murmured, heart fluttering. Why did he keep looking at her like that? The intensity had made sense before, when they were being attacked, or burying the body, but now…?

“What are you?” The words flew out of her mouth without thought, and Kagome instantly wished she could pull them back. His expression closed up like a cave-in, the sudden switch so dramatic that it felt like a loss, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“

“Nothing you’ve ever met before.” He said, and his voice was suddenly solemn. “Nothing you will ever meet again, if I have anything to do with it.” He turned away from her to walk towards the silent, dark calli.

“I’m not afraid of you.” Kagome clutched her hands together and pressed them to her stomach to try and tame the wild fluttering. “I’m not. I never will be.”

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Nomination - procrastinatorrex

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hey @moonkissedart we got a nom!!

Thanks so much, whoever nominated Nextlahualtin! And thank you to everyone who reads! You guys are awesome and I’m really grateful that you all read and enjoy my silly internet stories. I got so lucky to be paired with Moon on a reverse bang and her art is so amazing, I only hope I can be good enough to do it some justice.

Cheers!

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The voice sighed, and Kagome narrowed her eyes at nothing. “You can’t expect me to just stay in here,” she insisted, “how did you survive? How long have you been here, anyway? Did the dragon take you from your home too? You said it sleeps a lot… did it take you recently?” the idea that the stranger might have been a prisoner for a long time made Kagome sad, though she knew absolutely nothing about the owner of the voice. ‘ Maybe he’s terrible– maybe he helps the dragon lull confused women into a false sense of security so it’s easier to eat them!’ 

“I have been here my whole life,” the voice rasped, and Kagome froze, “What? Here ? With the dragon?” 

There was a shuffling sound, somewhere on the other side of the rocks, and Kagome panicked; “No! What are you doing? Don’t leave me here!” 

“You’ll be fine,” the voice said, and it was clearly farther away now, she had to strain to make out the words. Panic gripped her, as tightly as the dragon had, “Please!” She called again, scrambling towards the place where the sound had come from, despite the ache in her body and head, “Please!” 

“I’ll– look, I’ll come back, ok?” The voice said, a thread of panic in the words. Kagome pressed herself to the wall where the voice had been loudest, feeling along the rocks blindly in the shadows, when he spoke again he sounded closer again; “I’ll come back in a while. You’ll be safe, just– just wait here, ok? And quit crying.” 

“Promise me!” She called, her hands running uselessly over the solid wall, “Promise you won’t leave me!” 

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Chapter Ten of Nextlahualtin is UP

The sun was up by the time Inuyasha’s wounds were cleaned. The moment she declared him done the god-man launched himself into the creek again. He had to crouch to splash water over his back, shoulders and hair, as the stream wasn’t nearly deep enough. When he returned to the bank he wrung out his hair and shook like a dog. Kagome gasped as he sprayed her with cold creekwater, then laughed– “And here I thought those were cat ears!”

The glare he gave her was surprisingly forceful. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”   

Kagome held up her hands in self-defense, “Nothing! Forget I mentioned it.” 

“Keh,” He waded out of the stream again and surveyed the treeline. “It’s time to head back,”

[shinidamachu]

You know what we need? Classic Inukag tropes but with a little twist.

I'll start: bodyguard AU, but Kagome is the bodyguard because Inuyasha's protection requires spiritual powers.

[moonkissedart]

Maybe I’m wrong, but I think @procrastinatorrexii has an exactly same WIP. Or pretty similar. 🤔

[procrastinatorrexii]

Indeed I do!! A snip? A snip!!

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It was a glorious morning. The sun was like an ember at the edge of the sky, slowly burning away the velvet night. As the blackness faded it gave way to a brilliant show of pinks and oranges and yellows. Just over the edge of the forest the light of dawn bloomed, staining the low lying clouds like ink on fresh white washi.

There was a low hum in the air— almost exactly like the droning of bees, but just a little too loud. A little too regular.

Kagome didn’t like it.

“My lord, we should make haste.” She spoke without raising her voice, almost whispering in the morning hush, but of course he heard her.

*More under the cut-- some nudity, FYI. (It's mild)*

There was a small stand of trees around the hot spring, just enough to block her view of him, but his derision wafted on the air with the steam; “Feh. They’re going to let the bastards stew for an hour while everybody preens and poses like fucking peacocks anyway,”

Despite his dismissive words, there was a heavy sigh and some splashing, and a few moments later the Second Prince of the West, naked as the day he was born, marched into view.

“My Lord!” Kagome scrambled up, all thoughts of schedules and strange sounds temporarily fleeing as she shoved his hakama at him, blocking her view of the water dripping down his . She fixed her eyes firmly on his face. “My lord there will no doubt be dignitaries coming this way soon!”

He scoffed at her, but she could see the light in his golden eyes and the hard edge to his smirk. He took the pants and cut his eyes to the long clump of trees that blocked the road. She nodded, very slightly. “Ah, they’ll stay on the road,” the prince said, loudly, carelessly slinging the fine silk hakama over his shoulder and making a show of sauntering back towards his favorite hot spring.

Kagome ducked her head to hide her flaming cheeks and focused on the strange buzzing— was it getting louder? She slid one hand to her bow, rested it there casually.

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“What are you?” Kagome asked, amazed. Inuyasha stood and moved back to the small creek, kneeling to cup water in his hands again. “Nothing you’ve ever met before.” He said, and his voice was suddenly solemn. “Nothing you will ever meet again, if I have anything to say about it.” He kept his head down, rubbing the water over his face as she considered his words. 

“I’m not afraid of you.” 

His head whipped up and he scowled. She met his stare, unwavering, "I'm not." He shook his head, “keh, if that's true, it's only because you don’t know what I am.” 

“I know who you are.” Kagome said, and as she said it the truth of the words was more real to her than the sun rising over the trees. “Even only knowing you a short time, I know that you’re a good person. I know you won’t hurt me. I know you want to do the right thing. That’s enough for me.” 

He looked away sharply, exhaling. “You should be careful, woman. You don’t know what’s out there.” 

“What, you mean like corpses that want to kill us?” Kagome shrugged; “been there, done that.” 

He watched her silently for a moment, then shocked her by laughing– a loud, carefree laugh that sent a few birds flapping into the sky.

"Well, damn, I guess you have."

[moonkissedart]

It’s not a coming back, I just gave birth to my third baby, and I’m breast feeding a lot (so I read a lot too) and looking for recommendations for Inukag stories where they’re surfers or at least him.

If you know any pls let me now! 🥹🥹🥹😘😘

[procrastinatorrexii]

Kagome realized with a start that the thrumming sound was not her heart– for one thing, it was too slow to be her heart, which was hammering faster than the drums had, and for another, it was getting louder. 

Hojo stepped out onto the opposite pier, which had been specially decorated with his family’s insignia and paper lanterns, and turned to beam at her across the choppy water. Kagome felt herself frown. What was that strange noise? 

The first person began to scream as he stepped forward to accept the cloak bearing the Chief’s family insignia, offered by her beaming step-mother. Her father’s wife stopped to look towards the sound, and there was some murmuring in the crowd, irritation that someone was interrupting the show, then another voice rose, high and thready with terror– “Dragon!”

The crowd moved like a tide, shouts of shock, disbelief, cries of fear came instantly, a waterfall of sound, and the tightly-packed bodies turned as one, moving towards the direction of the shout– and, Kagome realized, the direction of the strange thrumming sound.  Not her heartbeat. Wings.

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Time and the sea had not been kind to the altar her ancestors had built. It sagged like an old woman, the stumps of tallow that had once been candles were blackened and moldering. Dead wood, the fat of dead animals… dead things suffered badly in the elements. 

The tree, on the other hand, had thrived. The roots were huge gnarled fingers that clawed at the ground, making the sun bleached wood of the altar uneven and tipping the stones of the quartz ring out of their places. A cliffside was a thin, salty place, especially on Rechnu. Kagome imagined the roots digging down into the earth, down through the thin skin of soil into the gray rock of the Spine, down into the ocean itself, desperate for enough water and nutrients to sustain the huge old tree. 

Some called it the God Tree because of its incredible size; it dwarfed the long, salty grass and the flowering shrubs that clung to the cliffside, waving in the sea breeze. Others called it the Dragon Tree, because, of course, of the large carving of a dragon winding up the trunk. This one didn’t breathe fire, but it was terrifying all the same, its large scaled head turned to stare out at the onlooker, huge carved jaws open to strike. 

Years ago Kagome’s forefathers, the chiefs of Rechnu who had seen their people through the dark and dangerous days of the cullings, had come to burn candles and recite spells of protection and warding over their villages, nestled in the valley below. The dragon had been an object of fear and awe, a magical creature that people respected and loathed– until one man had sailed out and killed it.

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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.”

[azuremist]

I think that more fanfiction should be written with the aim to tackle the original meaning of hanahaki. Because when the concept of hanahaki disease was originally created, it was intended to be a metaphor for suppressing one’s feelings.

Your feelings are this beautiful garden of flora inside of your chest. When you express how you feel honestly, you allow for it to grow freely. But when you hide how you feel out of fear of rejection, and try to make it smaller and smaller, the flowers become cramped inside of you, until you choke on your own feelings. Every flower you cough up is something you’ve felt, but refused to say.

The whole “dying” thing is intended to be more symbolic especially. You’re killing off bits and pieces of yourself and how you feel, because you’re afraid to express yourself.

It’s not really supposed to be, “The one I love doesn’t love me back, and I’m dying from it.” Rather, it’s more along the lines of, “Repressing your emotions is bad for you, and it’s better and healthier to express them freely, even when it’s scary.”

Which is to say that, one, the cure for the disease should be telling the person that you are in love with how you feel. How the other person feels about the person afflicted should have nothing to do with it, as the trope is meant to be about feeling your emotions unapologetically.

And that, two, it’s not an inherently romantic trope. Obviously, it has romantic applications, but it can be written for any situation where a character is hiding how they truly feel. This can include a refusal to address a specific trauma, a desire to indulge in something that they’re ashamed of, and even really practical things, like wanting to ask one’s boss for a higher position.

Although (as an aromantic person myself) I don’t agree with this conclusion about the trope, this application would also avoid people calling it arophobic. When the thing killing the character is a refusal to be honest with themselves, rather than an unrequited love, it’s on nobody’s hands but their own to save their life.

There are a ton of ways that this interpretation of the hanahaki disease could be applied in new and interesting ways in fanfiction, and I’d love to read what things people could come up with!

[ka-go-me]

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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.

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“You don’t dance?” He asked, flashing the subtle hint of fangs when he smirked, “or you just don’t like the song?”

The song, a somber and of course very dignified ballad hung on the air like drapes and had enticed no one at all to the dancefloor. He only laughed when she sniffed at him.

“You must like to dance a great deal,” Kagome replied, irritated, “if you are willing to risk so much.”

“What am I risking?” He shrugged, making the long silver braid laying over his shoulder shine in the candlelight. Even through the mask he wore, scarlet red to match the rich fabric of his tunic, his golden eyes twinkled. “Do you not allow strangers at your banquets? Not very hospitable for a bunch of monks, if you ask me.”

“You are not a stranger, sir.” Kagome said, crisply. She folded her hands in her lap, praying the mask stayed in place, and turned pointedly away. “You are quite familiar.”

 “We’ve never met,” The demon chided, the humor never dimming in his eyes. “I’d remember.”

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“How can it still be moving?” Kagome’s voice sounded tiny in her own ears. 

Inuyasha grunted, “It can’t die if it ain’t alive.” The base rumble under his words made Kagome frown, focusing her attention back on his face. “Are you ok?”

“I’m gonna be, when that fucking thing is gone.”

“If you can’t kill it, how are you going to stop it?” She hissed the words. It was getting close again, but painfully slowly now, walking bent in an unnatural angle at the waist, with its hands on the ground like another pair of feet to help it stay upright. “It won’t stop.” Kagome realized, feeling faint. “No matter what you do it will just keep coming back. 

“Gotta rip it to pieces.” Inuyasha replied, cracking the knuckles on one hand. 

“It’s being animated by a spell–” Kagome started, Inuyasha cut her off with a growl– “You fuckin’ think?” The corpse, as if hearing them, suddenly jerked upright and stood straight. Kagome screamed, and It turned to grin at them with its lose jaw. 

The purple shine in the left eye was suddenly so bright it was visible even across the distance. “It must be from the spell,” she muttered, cringing back behind Inuyasha. 

“What must be from the spell?” Inuyasha shot back, crouching to attack. 

“The shimmer.” Kagome replied, surprised, “That light. In her eye.”

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