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Let me at em!

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By FDASuarez

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Had this dang file sitting in docs and its finally done  <3 

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staaahp. you flatterer <3

“Wow! That was amazing!”

“Eh?!”

“You play the guitar too! That’s so cool!”

“I thought you went out, Albarn..”

“See! I knew you could do it if you just tried! You’re so awesome!”

“That’s cause you won’t stop threatening me..”

“You’re so cute, Soul!”

“Dammit! Be careful, Maka!”

“I really couldn’t ask for a better partner..”

“You’re really good at dancing, Soul!”

“You’re really popular, huh? Cause you’re so damn cool.”

“Well.. I really need to try, you know?..”

”..to be cool enough for you.”

-sexy dancing-

Would you like some taco to go with that cheese?

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Chip on my shoulder: An InuKag Drabble

A/N: Hi friends! So this is my first inukag fanfiction, but I really wanted to share it because I’m really proud of it. Special thanks to @keichanz for proof reading it for me. Enjoy! Critique is welcomed!

Hand gripping the hilt of his sword, Inuyasha dashed through the forest.

‘How could I have been so stupid?’ the hanyou thought to himself. What kind of protector was he if the person he was trying to protect kept on getting in danger. That was the last time he would ever let her out of his sight again.

Leaping onto a low-hanging tree branch, Inuyasha paused and sniffed the air. Sifting through the many smells of the forest, Inuyasha focused in.

‘If anything happens to her I… I-’ He didn’t need to finish the thought; though it was faint, he could smell her. There was no mistake; he’d know that scent from anywhere. Wasting no time, Inuyasha leapt from tree to tree, making leaves fall and tree branches groan ever so slightly. Piercing golden eyes focusing ahead, Inuyasha quickened his pace as he followed Kagome’s scent.

‘You better be safe, Kagome!’

“I’ll come back straight after I finish my exam, I promise!” Kagome said, picking up her yellow backpack before slinging it over her shoulders.

“What’s the rush? Why not take advantage of the down time we have and a relax a bit in your era?” Miroku asked. Accompanied by Sango and Shippo, who rested on the taijiya’s shoulders, the duo nodded in agreement at the monk’s suggestion.

“Well, I figured since we’ve been making decent progress on collecting the jewel shards why not come back sooner to make even more progress?” the schoolgirl replied.

‘Besides, it’s my fault the jewel is in so many shards anyways…’

“Alright, if you’re sure. But don’t overwork yourself for our sakes,” Sango said as she flashed the miko an encouraging smile. Kagome returned the smile and nodded in response.

“I promise I won’t,” Kagome said before turning to face the Bone Eater’s Well. Hands resting on the edge of the well, Kagome looked down into the inky blackness that connected the Feudal Era to her own. She paused; something felt off.

‘This is almost too easy..’

She almost expected Inuyasha to show up at the last possible moment and tell her she wasn’t allowed to go, that she had to stay and help gather the jewel shards before Naraku got them all. While she definitely didn’t like being told what to do by a hanyou with a temper worse than hers, she couldn’t deny that the hanyou had a point. And maybe, just maybe, he also didn’t want her to go because he’d miss her. Even though she was flattered at the prospect of him missing her, she knew she’d never hear him say that; he was just too proud.

“Kagome?” Shippo asked as he hopped onto her shoulder, breaking the girl from her reverie. Feeling her cheeks slightly warm, Kagome blinked a few times before turning her head to face the young kitsune.

“Ah, I’m sorry, did I zone out?”

“Only a little bit,” Shippo replied with a toothy grin. “Oh, don’t worry about Inuyasha coming after you to bring you back while you’re taking care of that ‘eggs-ham’ demon. Kaede needed help gathering some medicinal herbs. While I don’t remember him specifically agreeing to help, I did hear him say something along the lines of ‘gotta make sure the old hag doesn’t work herself to death’ before following behind Kaede.”

Kagome sighed and shook her head slightly. There was that pride again: Inuyasha was all bark and no bite. Still, whether he was aware of it or not, he really did have a nice side, and she really admired how proud he was at times. She wouldn’t be caught dead telling him that to his face though, it would go straight to his head.

“Good to know, thanks Shippo,” said Kagome, smiling at him. Shippo gave her a quick hug before scampering back over to Miroku and Sango. Kagome hoisted herself over the well, legs hanging over the edge, and looked back at her friends one last time.

“Wish me luck!” the school girl exclaimed before jumping into the well, a faint flash of blue emerging once she’d successfully returned to her era.

At least, that was the story the runt had told him once he’d come back from helping Kaede. Inuyasha had been secretly relieved at the time, because the day she’d left was also the day of the New Moon, when he was at his most vulnerable. He hated the fact that Kagome had to see him like that- how could he protect her if he struggled just to protect himself? However, as soon as the sun had risen over the horizon the following day he’d gone through the well to give her a few choice words for not asking for his permission to go home.

That’s when things had begun to take a turn for the worst. After he’d made his way into the Higurashi residence, he remembered the feeling of his heart dropping when Mrs. Higurashi had told him that Kagome wasn’t home, that she’d gone through the well for whatever reason last night. That’s when he knew something was wrong.   

‘I promise I’ll find you, Kagome. Just hold on a little bit longer!’ Inuyasha thought to himself as he soared over the treetops, a glowing red and white dot against the darkness of the night sky. Moonlight washing over the forest below, Inuyasha stopped in his tracks when he noticed smoke billowing over the tree line.

Sniffing in the direction of the smoke stack, he caught traces of Kagome’s scent intermingled with the smoke’s almost overpowering stench. Inuyasha leaped through the trees, closing the distance between the smoke stack and himself.

“I swear I’ll tear them apart if they so much as lay a… hand on…” Inuyasha’s voice trailed off. Ears twitching towards the now visible fire, he blinked as he saw Kagome standing in front of what looked like two cowering bandits.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Inuyasha muttered under his breath as he drew closer.

Even though Kagome’s hands were bound behind her back, she was anything but helpless. Her brown eyes glared at the two men cowering beneath her as she continued to drill them with questions, her gaze never wavering.

“Have you no shame? How dare you just go around and kidnap any pretty girl you see? You’re despicable!” The two men continued to shake in fear, until something behind Kagome caused them to look higher. As Kagome was going to turn around and see what the fuss was about, strong arms picked her up around the torso and lifted her onto their shoulder. Kagome began kicking out of instinct until she noticed the familiar white mane and red haori.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome exclaimed, relief washing over as she tried to crane her neck over her shoulder to catch his gaze.

“Calling this wench ‘pretty’ might be a little generous, but she is right in calling you two despicable. Are you two such cowards that the only way a woman will come near you is if you make them, or are your personalities just that shitty?”

“W-We’re sorry! Honest!” the two blubbered. Inuyasha smirked at them before turning his gaze deadly serious.

“Next time you fuck with what’s mine you won’t get off so easy,” Inuyasha threatened before turning around and walking away into the night.

Kagome mulled over his words as Inuyasha continued to carry her over his shoulder, deep in thought as she tried to determine if she’d heard him right.

‘Did he really just call me… his?’ Kagome’s cheeks burned at the thought. ‘But if I’m really his, then why…’

“Why haven’t you untied me yet?” Kagome asked, her situation finally dawning on her.

“Be quiet, wench,” Inuyasha replied, not even offering a glance in her direction.

“Why? And why are you so angry? I didn’t do anything wrong, and I was handling myself just fine until y- hey!” Kagome exclaimed in surprise as Inuyasha quickly shifted Kagome into a bridal style carry before leaping into the nearest tree. Heart pounding, more confused than anything, Kagome blinked in surprise as she waited for an explanation.

“Inu… yasha-”

“Never pull that shit on me again,” Inuyasha snapped, piercing golden eyes meeting soft brown. Noticing the rising fear in the girl’s eyes, Inuyasha cursed himself before taking a deep breath. He was never good at conveying what he was feeling- hell, half the time he wished he didn’t have stupid feelings to mull over. It would be so much easier that way! The smell of tears broke his train of thought, and his heart dropped when he saw pools of tears pour down Kagome’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m always the one getting targeted. I’m sorry if I get in the way. I’m sorry that I’m so we-” Inuyasha cut the girl off by wrapping his arms around her and bringing her head to rest on his chest. And it could have been Kagome’s imagination, but she almost swore that she felt Inuyasha slightly tremble while in his embrace.

“That’s not… That’s not what I meant,” Inuyasha admitted, pausing at the feeling of his cheeks burning. “You scared the shit out of me, Kagome. I thought something bad had happened, something worse than what did happen.” A sigh racked his frame as he paused once again, mulling through the many thoughts and emotions swirling in his mind.

Kagome blinked in surprise. Maybe she hadn’t heard wrong.

“Hey… Inuyasha?”

“What is it now, wench?”

“Thank you,” said Kagome. She moved to nuzzle the crook of his neck. “I promise to try and not scare you like that anymore.”

“You damn well better. You’re safer with me around, being a god damn clutz and all…”

“That reminds me, Inuyasha,” Kagome said, her voice turning sickeningly sweet as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “What exactly did you mean back there when you said that calling me ‘pretty’ was generous?”

“Oi, don’t try to turn this around on me, bitch! You should be thanking me for rescuing you again,” Inuyasha quipped, meeting her gaze head on.

“Did you forget what I said earlier, or are you going deaf dog boy? Also, when are you going to untie me?”

“When I feel like it,” Inuyasha replied with a cheeky grin. Wriggling backwards in an attempt to “escape”, Kagome almost fell off of the branch. It wasn’t even a second later, though, that Inuyasha shot an arm behind her and brought her close again. The two looked at each other, and before they knew it they were both laughing.

Neither of them had said everything that they wanted to say, but perhaps what was said was just enough.

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Its currently 3 am. I dunno if this was a meme or a writing prompt first, but here’s this Shitpost™ 

Instagram: @cassiestephensart

Website: cassiestephensart,com

Devinatart: @xstolengracex

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST.

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Early Riser

Just a short Inukag drabble that’s been swinging around in my head. I’m sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I wrote this in about an hour while listening to Eivør’s “Morning Song”. It’s beautiful and I recommend giving all of her songs a listen. 

I want to dedicate this to @grapefruitwannabe who, along with a few others, drew me back to my first real otp after so many years. Grape, you are a wonderful artist and really inspired me to return to this fandom!

Enjoy the Inukag fluff!

She never was a morning person. Early classes coupled with late nights of endless studying made most of the hours before 11am unbearable. These teenage sleeping habits were ruined even further by her frequent trips to the feudal era. Sometimes the bright sunrise was what stirred her from her sleeping bag, sometimes it was the tingle of a jewel shard in the distance, and sometimes it was the loud complaining of a grumpy hanyou. No matter the reason, mornings always seemed to be a time that she dreaded.

Yet, as of late, she found that maybe she just hadn’t been waking up the right way. Her modern mind was so stuck in the belief that every day had to have a purpose and that she only had a short amount of time to get it done, no time could be wasted. No one told her that, upon graduation, she’d take up permanent residence in an era where things like doctor’s appointments and calculus didn’t matter. Although, for the sake of her test scores, that might have been for the better.

The stresses of her previously modern life seemed so far away on mornings like this.

Before she even opened her eyes, she could feel the world around her begin to awaken. The rising sun pierced holes in the mist that covered the earth, warming the early autumn air as birdsong echoed throughout the forest. She allowed her eyes to flutter open, but kept her breathing steady so as not to disturb her favorite part of the early hours.

His breathing was slow and quiet despite his face being mere inches from her own. His nose twitched slightly in his sleep but his lashes did not flutter with any sign of wakefulness.

The sun had found an opening in the tree branches and poured through the window and onto her husband’s back. His broad shoulders shielded her face from the harsh rays and allowed her to take in his form, haloed in the morning sunlight. The edges of his silver hair that cascaded over his body were dyed golden, almost reflective in their beauty. His face was tranquil, his lips slightly parted to allow a fang to poke out. The fuzzy ears she loved so much were pointed in her direction, but would flick in another every so often as a testament to his unconscious vigilance. He was gorgeous, ethereal in the glow of this morning hour. She wished he knew how his inhuman attributes only made him more alluring, not less.

Unable to help it, her hand rose from its position against his bared chest to run through the strands of his hair and see if they truly reflected light. The soft morning rays shown through individual strands almost as if they were translucent, but as they bunched together, they seemed to refract the light.

Caught up in her new discovery, she almost missed the small huff from the man beside her. Her gaze immediately returned to his face, where she was met with a gold that rivaled the sun itself.

He blinked at her a few times, nose and ears tuned entirely to her, always checking and assessing. These past few years had been peaceful, but he never dulled his battle-ready instincts. After a few seconds of taking in his lovely, early rising wife, he huffed once more and tightened the arm he had laid around her waist in their sleep, tucking her under his chin. Content with her body molded against his, their legs tangled together, he resolved to rest for a few more hours.

However, she was not ready to retire back to her dreams just yet. Nor was she willing to rise from the warmth of her hanyou’s embrace. From her position against his chest, she could hear his steady breathing and heartbeat. The sound and feel of his body next to her, along with the noises of the early morning bringing slow wakefulness to the world around their hut, created a kind of symphony that calmed her soul.

She traced patterns against his skin and combed through the strands of hair that fell with the rise and fall of his breathing. She felt his claws glide along her back and apply pressure in tense areas. With each breath, she felt as if they were binding themselves closer together, unable to survive if torn apart.

They laid together as the sun commenced its climb into the sky, enjoying the other’s presence before the day’s responsibilities ultimately forced them to rise.

This, she thought, is why she had never previously been a morning person. No morning in any world, in any lifetime, could compare to what she had now. Nothing would be more perfect than awakening in the arms of Inuyasha, and so she was eager to do it every day.

She never was a morning person, but Kagome supposed that changed when she had him to wake up to.

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ummmmmmm… so I sent out a general call for inukag prompts and stuff, and @eternalnight8806 sent in: “Heavy kissing against Goshinboku. Maybe with one of Kagome’s legs wrapped around his waist and his robe falling off his shoulder?” and I just went “….!!!!!!!!!!!!!! INSPIRED!!!!!!!!!”

and it turned into reunion steamy fluff and I just couldn’t stop drawing and somehow it became this whole comic and ???? apparently I needed to draw.

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Will I ever be over these two? (No)

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Protect

So @gypsin, you like protective Inuyasha, and I like writing protective Inuyasha…we’re a match made in heaven. leave your husband for me and i will write all the smut c’mon you kNOW YOU WANT TO

lame title i know but i couldn’t think of anything better and also its midnight and i’m exhausted lmao

Note: I didn’t mention Shippou anywhere because I sorta forgot about him haha so just assume he’s there in the background or something. 

Kagome resisted the very strong urge to squirm in discomfort as she stared straight ahead, hands clenched into tight fists where they rested on her thighs and her back so rigid it ached. In front of her the food sat untouched, nerves making her too nauseous to eat. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sango glance briefly at her, concern evident in her cinnamon eyes, and then she flicked her gaze across the room to another figure with a considerably more hostile air. The slayer inched a little closer to her and Kagome relaxed, but only marginally.  

Miroku’s discussion with the headman concerning that night’s events continued without pause, though Kagome didn’t hear a word of it. What she did hear was Inuyasha’s deep growl off to the side,  reassurance that he was there, and it was no surprise that the sound made it a little easier to breathe. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and highly conscious that she was being  watched very closely, Kagome snuck a furtive glance over at him and had to fight against the sudden urge to bolt from her seat like a scared fawn and take her place beside him where she knew she was safe.

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To Kim Jonghyun, thank you for everything. You will forever shine in our hearts. May your soul rest in peace (April 8, 1990 - December 18, 2017)

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i wanted to try art nouveau style to heres midna

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just incase yall were interested in whats happenin on FL fb right now

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fyi, he never takes that bracelet off