#alilwicked

[feietouhuo]

can inuyasha take a poop in his palace's garden--

NO!!! NO DOGS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not even for composting reasons

[eraba-reta-unmei-a]

@alilwicked said: inu vc: ya mean flockin' away ?

      "Not my fault you have no appreciation for the fine arts."

[feietouhuo]

@alilwicked​ hi dia i love u​

a little peeved he wasn’t welcomed back with kisses

[eraba-reta-unmei-a]

@alilwicked sent: ¥ // for inuyasha ^_^ I will spare you Naraku

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (LOOK AT THE CUTE BOY WITH THE DOG EARS SHE WANTS TO PET HIM) Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (not a bad guy but oh boy is he a brat) Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (he really is too much of a brat for her to take him seriously) Would they date them: yes | no (he's cute but she really does not have the energy to deal with him)

Thank god it isn't Naraku.

Favorite thing about them:  "He's an alright guy. Definitely rough around the edges, but I can tell he has a big heart."

Least favorite thing about them: "FOOD THIEVES GET SHOT. STOP STEALING MY RAMEN YOU MANGY MUTT!!"

[eraba-reta-unmei-a]

@alilwicked sent: Inuyasha is just gonna steal her ramen —

"This is the only food I have and I WILL end you."

[eraba-reta-unmei-a]

  @alilwicked sent: 🎄 // inuyasha           < send 🎄for our muses to get caught under the mistletoe! >

        Ah -- a glance to the doorframe above them results in an obvious flush to Miya's cheeks. Miya scowls at the little ornament; she briefly ponders the likelihood if some sadistic god having it out for her. Thankfully, the dog-eared individual next to her was completely ignorant of these kinds of customs. What a relief that was. Still, maybe she should caution him.

      "Hey--" Miya tugs on the sleeve of his shirt, pointing upwards to the offending object. "Even if some weirdo starts spouting off about bad luck under one of these, don't let them kiss you. It's just a silly holiday tradition."

[deathfavor]

@alilwicked​ said: ❛  when will it stop?  ❜ // Michael @ Lucifer 

QUESTIONS PROMPTS

   It isn’t an unexpected question. When will this end? When will the wounds that have continued to bleed since the rebellion in heaven cease? When will peace settle and reign over this universe instead of war? Yet it is in fact a pointless question. This much they both know, because they both know the answer. It won’t stop until someone has finally emerged as a complete victor. Too bad they had different ideas of who was the enemy. Michael saw it as Lucifer. Lucifer saw God, not Michael, as his true enemy.

   Lucifer gazes down at Michael’s figure, weakened by exhaustion and stubborn refusal to sleep despite the necessity of it.  It was doing Michael no favors to continue to stay awake, especially when Lucifer was sleeping through the ages. What was a century to a being that was already billions of years old? Nothing. Not even a blink of an eye. Did Michael think he was the last thing standing between Lucifer enacting his plot? It was hardly true. Lucifer had laid the foundation for this complex plan thousands of years ago, it was unlikely to start soon. Michael could sleep and be awake before anything happened. But it wasn’t as if the emperor could say such a thing. Michael would never believe it. If anything, he might be eve less willing than if he said nothing at all.

   A hand gently extends to rest atop Michael’s hair, gentle in the snow colored strands. It probably infuriated Michael, but Lucifer didn’t dwell on that thought.  

   “  You know the answer, Michael.  “  Lucifer answers softly, crouching down to be eye level, red meeting gold.  “  You don’t have to keep up this lonely role.  “  His hand slides down from the top of Michael’s head to his cheek, touch delicate as if the head angel might shatter apart with too much pressure.  Hypocritical of him to say it, wasn’t it? They were both walking lonely paths. There were people that followed them, some even closely, but at the end it was always this. Them, alone, and their chosen paths.  “  You fight so hard for one who refuses to acknowledge you until it’s convenient.  “  Lucifer murmurs, his voice never raising as he spoke.  “  That’s hardly fair to you. But I know you will always choose that path.  “  He offers an empty smile, golden gaze lingering before he stands back up, retracting his gentle touch as he steps away.  “  Rest. I won’t stop till I’ve destroyed the old systems.  “

[deathfavor]

@alilwicked​ said: ❛  are you still mad at me?  ❜ // pm @ lw

QUESTIONS PROMPTS

   A SIGH seeps out from Ling Wen’s lips when she hears the meek question posed towards her after what appeared to be a moment of deliberation on behalf of the other god. It’d be rather comical to see Pei Ming slinking back into her halls like a scolded dog if it weren’t for the amount of stress presently weighing down on her shoulders. Still, there is opportunity here for her own amusement.

   “  Ol’ Pei. You of all people should know how long I can old a grudge for.  “  She offers a COLD smile towards him, lifting her sharp eyes from the paper spread out before her to rest squarely on him. It lingers for a moment before she allows the icy act to drop - but the thought of him sweating bullets over having incurred her rather earns a faint smile that helps tease some of the stiffness in her neck and shoulders.

   Is she mad? Ling Wen glances towards the pile of scrolls STILL in the process of being restacked for a moment. Displeased? Yes. Annoyed? Yes. Mad? ... She never could stay mad at EITHER of her boys particularly long. Of course, she didn’t let THEM know that fact. She was quite good at being an actress when she decided to.

   “  I’m still very displeased with you. But mad would be too strong of a word.  “  She finally answers, setting her brush aside along with the finished scroll.  “  Your clumsiness slowed down my work by forty-five percent today. And don’t think I don’t know you scurried to the mortal realm to avoid my return.  “  She gives him a rather POINTED look.  “  Even ghosts know they can’t avoid my eyes and ears. But stewing in it would do little good. “

   Ling Wen continues to watch him for a moment, before deciding she’s tormented him enough for now.  “  However, if you give me a shoulder massage, I might be slightly more favorable to you.  “