Sep 29, 2020
❝ Rumor has it that it is a woman holding an infant. ❞
Kagura & Hakudōshi
Penned by Red & El
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❝ Rumor has it that it is a woman holding an infant. ❞
Kagura & Hakudōshi
Penned by Red & El
🌸┊ anonymous asked: Kiss meme : Kagura or Inuyasha
The Meme. II ACCEPTING Who would my muse rather kiss: Send two names
there was a slight pause to her look, as her nose wrinkled slightly at the thought of having to choose between TWO people, who she was unsure of why she would kiss without getting to know BETTER. however, knowing the rules of this game all to well, a small sigh formed upon her lips as she blinked ahead, ❝ i do not wish to dishonor either of them, ❞ she admitted softly before shrugging her shoulders. ❝ but i suppose inuyasha -- - but only because i wish to touch his ears and see if they are as soft as they look. ❞
tagging: @windcarnation & @silverhanyou bc i have a feeling one of you is behind this & its cracking me up !
@windcarnation said:
I WANT THE K
Send me ‘I want the K’ in the inbox and I’ll generate a number
44: Then there’s tongue (EHEM)
☽┊ a present itch raged beneath his skin; a persistent need of a kind that refused to elapse on command and had forced him to seek refuge within those trees. above him the blood moon cried, pulling the strings of his soul and filling him with a blazing desire to seek a mate, to copulate...
Humph, how deplorable...
the grinding of his teeth was audible, however often this heat occurred it never failed to agitate and undo him, thus why he left his companions for the duration of this accursed phase. Sesshomaru acknowledged this part of himself as much as he despised it; he was a proud man, the thought of losing control unsettles him.
Suddenly, wind blew against him, it carried the scent of that fowl demon Naraku and the dangerous perfume of a female.
Foolish woman, of all the times she could have come...
“Kagura...” he addresses without turning in her direction as he kept poised on the tree trunk he had sliced earlier in a fit. “For what reason have you come here? leave.”
the demoness starts a cryptic elaboration that he scarcely paid attention to, Kagura no doubt was yet again trying to incite him to kill her creator, however needless that might be. He turns, his eyes are intense and a bit crazed, his primal urges teetering on the edge of control, they are drawn to the red of her lips, the seemingly soft skin of her neck, the swells, and curves of her body. “Leave,” he repeats, his voice calm.
Asinine, she continues to persuade him, this time with a hint of indigence, and perhaps it was then she entirely became his pray. With speed she hardly had the time to counter, he towers over her, his face close to hers, his fingers locked on the nape of her neck.
“Kagura, you truly are a senseless woman. if you insist on having me help you so desperately, then I’m going to presume you have something to offer me in return.”
Not waiting for a response, and to add weight to his words, he seizes her lips, and ensues a violent game of nips and tugs, the sensation is exhilarating that he finds himself wanting more, so much so that he dips his tongue into her cavern tasting every bit of her and liking it and however lost he was in the moment, his need for air pulls him apart.
Sesshomaru gazes upon his prey and on doing so, rays of clarity pierce through his clouded judgment. With an effort he steps back, a sense of rage and mild self-loathing consumes him.
His jaw tightens, to think he allowed his heat to dictate his actions so grotesquely, though monetarily. he had failed. failed himself. He turns to head back to where he sat earlier, uttering one last command to the bested demoness, “leave, if you know what is best for you.”
@windcarnation said: *watches her actual canon daughter and InuYasha doing the weird thing with their arms* what on earth...
“hehe! c’mon, ma! just copy me, it’s fun!”
✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played
Not counting Rin cause Rin has been my longest run with a muse and I love her so much so she’s the top in a class of her own.
OH, ARE WE GASSING UP YOUR SESS PORTRAYAL? because i really love your prose, and how you capture Sessh's voice and internal monologue so well. i definitely look forward to writing/connecting with you more! :3
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AHAAH (/ω＼) it was just a meme but suddenly everyone is jumping on it!!!! I really appreciate this :DDDD you too are a writer whose prose really flows and offers remarkable insight. I love Kagura :( <33333 she deserved better. I’m glad you have her still alive post-manga.
“ i’m just dreaming of tearing you apart . ” ( @windcarnation )
“ you know, just because I said your hair could use much more care and love than the meager attempts at pinning it up you’ve been doing doesn’t mean you have to grow so violent on me. ”
she’s enjoying it – Yura enjoys provoking others, it brings out an almost sadistic pleasure in her to see the glimmer of anger shinning through the eyes. Perhaps, more so, she’s lashing out at Kagura because the incarnation is the closest thing she has of reaching Naraku and his vague schemes that he doesn’t share with anyone at all. Yura isn’t foolish, she knows she’s as disposable to the mysterious creature as Kagura is ( her comb encrusted with a shikon shard is in his hands, like with Kagura, he holds her life in his palm ).
keen as she is ( much more than other youkai have given her credit for – Yura is more observing than she seems ), she has realized by now that Kagura is just as spiteful about the arrangement of the two working together as she is, which she takes to her advantage as much as she can.
“ oh, are you mad at me, kagura? you break my heart – or at least you would if either of us had hearts. ” pout on ruby lips, bouncing on her bare heels, Yura peers over Kagura’s shoulder, “ i’m just bored, okay? can’t you tell naraku to let us do something other than following the hanyou around? ”
@windcarnation // for feels, cause feels</3.
no one knew. it was practically impossible even for inuyasha to have guessed at this point that his time was... running out. as the battle waged on, and they got ever the closer to ending naraku’s life and completing the shikon jewel back to it’s orginal whole, his own life was at risk.
he had one, maybe two uses of his wind tunnel left prior to the last battle that they’d just fought through. with heavy injuries, inuyasha, kagome and sango were sleeping heavily-- that’s when miroku had run off. using his cursed right hand in the last battle, a horned inp demon had sliced his palm upon entering the void.
the last time this happened, miroku had mushin to help him seal it -- he had no one to help him now. if the wind tunnel were to take his life, he wouldn’t be taking those he held most dear with him.
it was late, he didn’t know where he was going, nor where he was headed-- he just moved as fast as his legs would take him, hoping it was far from his loved ones. the wind was cool as it rustled dark hair under the bright star-filled sky. in any other situation, this would have been a beautiful night to look at the stars, now, miroku only wanted to live another day to see them again.
a feather fluttered past him and his breath left him. how could she have found him? here? .. now!? she had to leave. she couldn’t be here. the only person his curse would take was himself. “do you not seen that i wish to be alone?” miroku turns to the direction the feather flutters back to, eyes narrowing in the darkness. “you must take your leave of me, this instant.” there’s pause in his words before hesitantly speaking again. “kagura. please-- you cannot be here!”