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[proxissima]

[fantalfart]

More art I didn't remember and never posted (I think?)

[inusessweek]

Ready…Set…CREATE!!

You now have 5 weeks and counting to write, draw, or create for the InuSess Event Week! I know Spring is a busy time for a lot of us, so take a break and be creative! It’s good for your soul! And besides…who could resist these two boys! Here are the official prompts that you voted for the most:

Day 1: Arranged Marriage | Breeding | Royalty AU

Day 2: Forced Bonding | Demon Inuyasha | Soul Marks

Day 3: Forced Proximity | Enemies to Lovers | Inu-no-Taisho Lives

Day 4: Blood Moon | Guardian | Hunt

Day 5: New Moon | First Kiss | Forbidden Love

Day 6: A/B/O | Overprotective | Fuck or Die

Day 7: Human Inuyasha | Public Display | Sesshomaru’s Poison

Now! While these might be the official prompts, these are just to help get the creative juices flowing! Don’t let them limit you! Afterall, we all know both Sesshomaru and Inuyasha are stubborn guys and sometimes they just do their own thing no matter what we originally had planned! And do not be afraid to post late!! Like I said before, Spring is a busy time for pretty much everyone and none of us want to see you stress out over a fun event!

We will start posting more frequently now that the event is getting closer, so make sure you keep an eye out for those as they will give more information on where and how to post your work for the event!

The InuSess Event takes place June 24th-30th, that will give you 5 weeks to write, draw, or create whatever you want for the event!

Please remember: this is a NSFW event! All types of work are allowed and encouraged! We just ask that all works are properly tagged in case any younger participants want to join in! For any questions: please feel free to ask us directly in our Ask section OR ask our Mod: SnowInJuly: Here!

[helenawrites23]

──꧁⎝ 𓆩༺ Haven ༻𓆪 ⎠꧂──

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Pairing: Inuyasha x Sesshoumaru

「 ✦ Ch. 2 | O Mine Enemy ✦ 」

⛩️ summary: When Sesshoumaru is brought back from the dead by his half-brother, he struggles to find a logical explanation. He remembers the warmth on his lips, and the scent of tears. A magical act of resurrection that shames his own mastery of Tensaiga. Torn between awe and envy, he sets out on an obsessive quest to understand this strange power.

Or, Inuyasha gives Sesshoumaru CPR, but Sesshoumaru thinks it was a true love's kiss.

⛩️ tags//warnings: canon divergence, half-sibling incest, true love's kiss, sleeping beauty references, fractured fairy tale, pining!sesshoumaru, enemies to lovers flavored, requited unrequited love, cherry blossoms, obsession, stalking, age difference, animal instincts, blood drinking, philophobia, more specific tags in ao3.

⛩️ Song: Maula Mere Maula by Roop Kumar Rathod.

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Vast and restless, the sea stretched out before him, churning beneath the waning light of dusk. The promise of tempest spread across the horizon, ominous dark clouds looming in the distance. Salt and the metallic sting of thunder permeated the air. Sesshoumaru stood at the edge of the precipice, white robes stirring in the breeze, his gaze intent on the turbulent tide. 

Behind him, Rin shivered, clinging to Jaken’s shoulder for balance. The raging gusts threatened to knock her down. “Lord Sesshoumaru,” she ventured timidly, her voice almost drowned by the wind’s roar. “Why have we come here?”

Jaken snapped, though he too seemed unnerved. “Silence, girl! Do not pester Lord Sesshoumaru with your foolish questions.”

Despite his protests, a hint of uncertainty in his posture betrayed apprehension. A tangible pressure was building steadily around them, sharp enough to brush even the impaired senses of a lesser demon. Sesshoumaru paid them little mind. The depths seemed to beckon him, each crashing wave sending shivers of anticipation down his spine.

“Ryukotsusei is gone,” he said, without turning. His pride burned—a fury that was ruthless, searing and centuries old. The Lord of the Western Lands would not be bested by a lowly half-breed. “But he was not the only one of his kind.”

Jaken jolted, gripping his staff tighter. “You mean—”

“Ryukaijin.” Sesshoumaru’s sunlit eyes reflected the murky waters below. “The sea dragon, Ryukotsusei’s brother.”

Jaken shook his head. “L-Lord Sesshoumaru, surely you jest! Ryukaijin is… he is said to dwell in the deepest trenchest of the sea, older than memory itself! His scales are impenetrable, his power—”

“Silence,” Sesshoumaru cut him off, and that was enough for Jaken to immediately back down, stuttering apologies. Rin glanced up at him, a mild quiver to her lower lip, but he refused to stare back. 

At first, it was a subtle tremor, a shift in the rhythm of the waves. Then the ocean bulged, rising unnaturally, as if some great beast lurked underneath. Foam surged along the coast. The sky darkened further, the sun vanishing behind a wall of unyielding iron. Rin clutched Jaken’s sleeve in fright.

Suddenly, the sea exploded upward, a colossal form breaching the surface with a howl that shook the very earth. Saltwater lashed the cliff, drenching them in its icy bite. From the abyss rose a boundless creature, armored in scales so black they gleamed obsidian. Its maw gaped wide, jagged spears for fangs, eyes burning like lanterns in the dead of night. A nightmare given flesh. Finny prey scrambled to flee—life itself seeming to recoil from the darkness of its aura. 

“Ryukaijin!” Jaken squealed, his knees buckling. He pressed his face into the rock-strewn ground, muttering incoherent prayers. 

Sesshoumaru’s fur streamed around him in the bellowing wind, his silver hair flicking across his face, but his stance remained unmovable. He reached for the blade at his hip, hand closing around Tenseiga. For a brief moment, he paused. The sword that had saved him countless times—his father’s unwanted legacy—lay heavy in his grasp. Suddenly, he tore it from his belt, flinging it aside with contempt. It landed on the sand with a dull thud.

Jaken gasped. “Lord Sesshoumaru!” 

Tokijin had already been drawn, though, its cold blue aura flaring to life. Relying on the protection of a useless relic was beneath him. He would surpass Toga by his own hand. As the dragon howled again, lightning streaked the overcast skyline. Waves crashed violently against the rocks below, as though the ocean too convulsed in rage. Sesshoumaru did not hesitate this time. He leapt, a blur of white and silk, soaring toward the monstrous head. 

Steel met scale in a burst of blinding light. Tokijin’s demonic power surged as it carved across the dragon’s side, gouging a deep wound. A deluge of black ooze followed in its wake. Ryukaijin’s massive body writhed. Its tail lashed out of the water, large enough to shatter the stone pillars jutting from the surface. Jumping from coil to coil, Sesshoumaru used the updraft of the creature’s thrashing to maneuver. He landed on the back of its neck, his footing secure despite the seismic tremors rippling through it. 

Ryukaijin twisted fiercely, attempting to scrape him off against the edge of the precipice. Crouching low, Sesshoumaru sought purchase on a horn slimed with algae. Blindly, the creature reached for him. Its claws flew in arcs of black lighting, leaving sizzling scorch marks in the wet rock. Sesshoumaru dodged with lethal grace, missing them narrowly. His movements were measured, a simmering wrath hidden beneath his façade of perfect control. 

He aimed not for random gashes, but for crevices in the scale plates, looking for the vulnerable points where the dark armor overlapped. Each swing of his sword was clean and precise, sending shockwaves through the air. His robes grew heavy with brine and blood—his own crimson ichor mingling with the dragon’s hideous ooze. The odor was overwhelming, coating the back of his throat. His assault was merciless, slashing through flesh and bone, until at last his blade found the creature’s heart. 

Ryukaijin bellowed in anguish, a tremulous quake that rocked the seashore. Its body reeled, writhing frantically, its death-throes staining the coast with rivers of black blood. With a final blow, the dragon collapsed, cleaving the sea in two. Sesshoumaru allowed himself a moment to relish in his triumph, the thrill of slaughter humming pleasantly beneath his skin. For a fleeting instant, the battle seemed won. 

So proud a creature would not be so easily felled, though. As the Great Dragon sank, it coiled its immense body around Sesshoumaru, its last strength blinding him in a deathly embrace. Despite his struggles, the crushing weight dragged him down, deeper into the freezing abyss. A cold trepidation swept through him as the depths swallowed him whole, darkness closing around him. Tokijin’s light flickered faintly, then vanished under the tide.

From the cliff, Rin’s voice reached him as a muffled scream. “Lord Sesshoumaru!”

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The ocean enveloped him like a living tomb.

Sesshoumaru sank under the pressure, a meager figure at the mercy of the current. A bitter cold bit into his flesh. The coils of the slain dragon still twined about him, pulling him down with inexorable force. He offered no struggle. Even in the face of death, he had the sense to be unnerved by his own arrogance. 

He had cast aside Tensaiga, the blade that had protected him ever since his father’s passing, deeming it worthless. Unfit to kill or wound, it was sentiment wrought into steel, and Sesshoumaru had despised it for that. Now, what he had always refused to see was evident to him. It was Toga’s sword of mercy that had always stood between him and the void. By discarding it, he had relinquished his only lifeline. 

The pressure intensified. His lungs burned, desperate for air, but no breath came. Darkness enclosed him tighter. A peculiar stillness settled over him, like frost across a field at dawn. His body grew heavy, unresponsive. Thought slipped from him in fragments. So this was death.

I should have known. I die a fool. 

It awoke in him no fright. It stung like an insult, though, much like his father’s final defeat. A failure he could neither accept nor undo. The frontier of the Underworld opened before him, merciless and unsettling in its familiarity. He had touched it before, wielding Tensaiga to cross into its threshold, striking down the pallid messengers that ferried souls away. 

Now they reached for him, and the blade in his grasp could not vanquish them. They hovered at the edges of his awareness, voracious hands stretching through the turbulent waters, ready to lead him where no power could summon him back. With a scornful grimace slashing his mouth, he yielded. 

Then there was warmth. Unexpected, foreign. A tug at his very core, far stronger than the pull of death. It seized him, hauling him upward against the current. He could not resist it, or even begin to comprehend it. The first sensation that pierced through the numbness was neither air nor light, but scent. Sharp, raw and unforgettable. The rottingly sweet odor of grief. 

His eyelids twitched open by sheer will, slivers of gold barely discerning the hazy vision above. The hanyou hovered there, breath ragged, eyes dark and shining wet with tears. His hair—black, not silver—hung in drenched strands about his face, plastered to pale skin. For a moment, Sesshoumaru’s mind faltered. This was not the Inuyasha he knew. It was his human vessel, fragile and strange. 

Untamed dark locks, soft mortal features, and that deep, fathomless gaze. It was the face of Izayoi staring down at him. The resemblance was uncanny. Awe and loathing twisted together in his chest until he could scarcely distinguish one from the other. Something pressed against his lips—insistent and unfamiliar. He did not first recognize what it was, only that it anchored him in a way nothing else ever had. 

Inuyasha caressed his cheek with a trembling hand. Then it moved to his neck, as if checking for a pulse. Unconsciously, Sesshoumaru leaned into the touch, betraying himself with that subtle motion. His body shuddered. A pressure again, on the right side of forceful, and breath surged back into his lungs with violence. Brine teared his throat as he coughed against the sudden return of life. 

When Sesshoumaru next woke up, he was lying alone upon the shore. The night had deepened, a storm breaking overhead in heavy, relentless rain. Water streamed down his face, mingling with the remnants of tears he was certain were not his own. A shrill cry assaulted his ear.

“Lord Sesshoumaru!” Jaken was clinging to his arm, his bulbous eyes red and swollen, mucus streaking his ugly muzzle. He sobbed openly, his voice breaking. “Y-you’re alive! I thought—I thought—” Then he buried his beak into Sesshoumaru’s sleeve, weeping noisily.

His revulsion was immediate. With a sudden movement, he sat upright, flinging Jaken aside as though discarding filth. The imp tumbled into the sand with a squawk, sniffling pitifully. Rin stood several paces back, her small hands clenched at her chest, her face still wet but softened with relief.

Sesshoumaru ignored them both. His senses reached out, searching. The wind carried with it no trace of Ryukaijin save the stench of black blood polluting the sea. Another scent lingered, weak and barely there. Tears of grief. They clung to him, like smoke from a shimmering flame. He raised his hand, slender fingers brushing against the corners of his mouth. The warmth prevailed in memory, though rain had washed away all evidence.

Inuyasha had been here. 

He sat in silence, unmoving, the ocean raging before him. The hanyou had saved him. Sesshoumaru could not understand why—or how.

[yasha-and-sesshy]

Fifth annual InuSess Week 21-27 Sep 2026

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For InuSess week 2026  

Five months away

Ready…Set…CREATE!!

You now have five months and counting to write, draw, or create for the InuSess Event Week!  This is a great opportunity to be creative for a fandom and ship you enjoy! It’s good for your soul! And besides…who could resist two sexy dog demons! This year’s InuSess week will be like a video game.  There will be one big game of Bingo  and dailies to accomplish (plan on 5-15 min/day) that you can play all week.  

Or submit a new chapter of any of your unfinished works and add #InuSess

As we lead up to InuSess Week you will see drabble practice exercises/mini games to get the juices rolling.   Feel free to post your own prompts too.   Already we’ve had a “What if” post on Yasha-and-Seeshy TUMBLR

The main game/event is BINGO.    Let me know if you want a BINGO card and I’ll send it to you.   During the time leading to and during the event post your chapters.    Every day there will be mini games

Day 1: The prompt is:

 “What would Sesshomaru say to Inuyasha if Inuyasha came on to him?”   

Write a paragraph of 100 words, a drabble or for your artist types make a doodle.  Artists can draw their reply in simple line art.  You can polish it later if you want.

Inuyasha confesses his love.  Sesshomaru can accept, deny, or blow it off.

Settings: feudal, childhood, old age, high school/college, work, sports, AU anywhere.  Your choice.

Send them to me.  

Later that week I’ll send you someone else’s and you can respond  with one paragraph in Inuyasha’s words.

Then I’ll post all of them.     Perhaps they will inspire one shots or stories. And all the works/ideas can be used in their own story unless you say otherwise

Day 2:  Prompt. Why do you think Sesshomaru would top? Share your Head cannon or your favorite fanfiction that addresses it.

Day 3: What’s your HC for how Inuyasha finds his dog form?

Day 4: The ten sentence story game.

Write a 10-sentence short story using the structure below:

Sentence 1: Introduce Inuyasha, identify what era, age and where he lives.

Sentence 2: Include a strange event or object that sparks the journey.

Sentence 3: Use a line of dialogue from a mentor or guide.

Sentence 4: Describe the setting of the unknown world or challenge.

Sentence 5: Use exactly six words.

Sentence 6: Introduce a test, trap, or enemy.

Sentence 7: Use a simile or metaphor to describe the danger or emotion.

Sentence 8: Start with “Just when…” and raise the tension.

Sentence 9: Show how the hero has changed.

Sentence 10: End with a final line that hints at the next adventure.

Tyrannical Caboose and I tried out this game already.   Both stories are so fun.   Don’t miss out on this exercise.

Day 5: Scandinavian crossword

Day 6: Hidden message puzzle, fallen phrase, Wordle - like puzzle

Day 7: Reply to Sesshomaru’s response.

Now! While these might be the official prompts, these are just to help get the creative juices flowing! Don’t let them limit you! And do not be afraid to post late!! Life happens.

I’ll start posting more frequently now that the event is getting closer, so make sure you keep an eye out for those as they will give more information on where and how to post your work for the event!

The InuSess Event will be 21-27 Sep.  

I’m posting on Tumblr, bsky and Discord.    Post your story on AO3 and post to collections InuSess Week

@yasha-and-sesshy · Yasha & Sesshy

Contents any combinations of Inuyasha and Sesshomaru, Yaoi, fraternal, gender bent and more. Find collections of fanfiction, fanart, …Cont

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/InuSess_Event_Week

https://archiveofourown.org/users/c9nightingale https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2284317/Gayle-Nightingale https://www.deviantart.com/gaylenight

All types of work are allowed and encouraged! We just ask that all works are properly tagged in case any younger participants want to join in! For any questions: please feel free to ask me directly in our  section OR ask our Mod: Gayle Nightingale/C9nightingale

Some prompts you can use:  #Inuyasha, #Sesshomaru, #SFW, #NSFW, #inusess, #inucest, #inusess week, #yasha & Sesshy, #yaoi

[lenagumihohime]

Deceit

POV: Kagome peeks through the door and catches Sesshomaru in the afterglow. But why is he holding Inuyasha's Fire Rat in his hand? 🤭

Please don’t use without permission🙌🏻

[theawfuledges]

written for @inusessweek using a combination of prompts from day 1: arranged marriage and day 3: inu no taishou lives, with bonus genderbent!inuyasha because i've always wanted to write it. enjoy!

(also, a quick reminder for those that need it: don't like, don't read. block the tags if need be, block me, hit the back button, yada yada yada)

where there used to be storms (inuyasha x sesshomaru, inuyasha, rated: m)

“Insolent whelp!” Jaken’s shrill voice echoed behind her as she waltzed through the castle doors. At the sound of his squawking, Inuyasha shot a nonchalant glance over her shoulder and raised a brow at the irate imp. “What now?” she grumped, though it wasn’t a huge leap to guess what had sent the toad into such a tizzy. She had left a trail of muddy footprints in her wake, leading from the entrance to the base of the staircase she was preparing to ascend - a souvenir from her morning tromp through the forest. “It’s just mud.” “Just - !” Jaken’s skin grew an impressively vibrant shade of red as he raged at her. “It’s filthy! You’re filthy. Where are your shoes - ?” “Left ‘em in my rooms,” Inuyasha returned cooly, rolling her eyes as Jaken sputtered incredulously at her answer. She’d made no secret of detesting the things, preferring to remain bare-footed at all times, but did anyone in this place fucking listen? Of course not.  So much for being lady of the house, she scoffed.

[Read on AO3]

[arathergrimreaper]

Nearly forgot I updated this thing last night:

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