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Was planning on this being mmmmmmmm something else

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Every unhinged fic writer needs an equally unhinged friend who "yes ands" their ideas and encourages them to write all their most far fetched and insane stories.

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Agreed. We are all dealing with real life and different crises that sap our energy. The fact that you are able to do art for others despite everything that you are going through is absolutely amazing as Elkonigin said.

No one should beg for art or stories, they are gifts and should be cherished, not expected.

HUG HUG HUG.

Someone low-key begging for art is a 100% way to get me to drag my feet, even if they're something of a friend. Euuuugghhhh

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Double Chapter post this month

Chapter 11 is now live!

Chapter Summary: Kagome and Inuyasha make it to the gala, and Kagome is introduced to Inuyasha's family. When another gentleman pays her attention, Inuyasha has thoughts about his efforts, and steps in to lead Kagome to the dance floor, where she fits perfectly into his arms. How does the evening end, and what are his family's thoughts towards Kagome?

Find it on Ao3!

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Today is the Reveal of InuGang Exchange 2025! I made a gift for @jewel-shard with Kikyo, Tsubaki and their moment of weakness~

You can also found it here on AO3:

@inugangexchange

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Now that the big reveal is live, I can share the story I wrote for @desventurasemserie for the @inugangexchange this year!

I hope you enjoyed my attempt at a spooky romance. 😊

And since it just so happens to be the day, Happy Birthday! I hope it is lovely and you get to do some things just for you!

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Wanted: Guard Dog

As part of the Inu-Gang Exchange, I wrote a piece for @mrfeenysmustache. I hope you thoroughly enjoy this fic, and it hits all those important parts of InuKag (and some MirSan).

Summary: Kagome just wants to break up with her boyfriend. That's all. How hard could it be?

You can read my little tidbit here on AO3.

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Today's the daaaaaaay!

We get to see who created each of the masterpieces you can find in the Inu-gang Exchange Collection over on AO3!

How close were your guesses? Anyone get it right on the first try??

Thank you to all our wonderful participants! We hope you had as much fun creating for your giftee as you did receiving your gift!

See you all next year!

~ The Inu-gang Exchange Mod Team

Don't forget, the discord server is open year round, just quieter.

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Today is the Grand Reveal of the InuGang Exchange Stories! I am proud to share Always, a gift for the amazing and wonderful @elkonigin!!!

Summary: When Kagome wakes up in the modern era, she knows that something is wrong, but everyone seems to believe she is the one with the wrong impression of the past. When a revelation starts to shatter her mind, will it all be a living nightmare, or is there more to this than it appears? Find it on Ao3!

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a comment a day keeps the insanity at bay

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Beyond the Pale Chapter 10 is now live!

Chapter Summary: Kagome has found herself as a +1 at a fundraiser Gala, one that she never would have imagined going to in her life.

Is she sure its not a date???

Find it on Ao3

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Snippet Saturday

Here's a longer snippet from chapter two of Since You've Been Around (I stg this is the year I finally finish this fic):

Inuyasha hadn’t been born in Otoyo like Kagome had. He’d been born in Tokyo, where his mother had lived her entire life. A city rat through and through, Izayoi was, and proud of it. Leaving Tokyo never occurred to her: not when her parents divorced and her mother moved to a resort town in Hokkaido; not when her adult siblings began moving away, leaving her alone at home with her frigid father; not even when her father disowned her for getting pregnant at seventeen. He pressured her to leave the prefecture—hell, to leave the country—and instead she moved to the cheapest studio apartment she could find in the Shin-Koiwa neighborhood of Tokyo. She got a fake ID and a waitressing job at one of the many bars in the area, and she made due. As far as Inuyasha knew, she never spoke to her old man again; she never told him who’d put her in the family way.

Crying shame, really, because it was the best part: the guy who’d knocked her up was yōkai, a traveling business man at least fifteen years older than her, and already married.

Apparently Izayoi hadn’t liked doing things by halves.   

Inuyasha didn’t remember much from the few years he had with his mother. Mostly vague impressions, mixed with small, clear fragments like pieces of glass glittering in sunlight. He remembered that she smelled nice. He remembered her laughing a lot. She would do impressions for him when he was upset or bored, imitating people she’d seen at work or at the community college where she took night classes. He remembered that she was beautiful, how men would turn to look at her when she passed them in the street. His clearest memory was seeing her cry once, huddled on the kitchen floor as though she was collapsing in on herself. He was too young to understand what had upset her, but he knew it had something to do with the man on the phone. The man who called them sometimes. Izayoi didn’t laugh much after the man called.

It wasn’t until much later in his life that Inuyasha learned who the man was: her doctor. The specialist she’d been referred to after her diagnosis.

He didn’t remember much about her decline, not really. Nothing concrete. He just remembered how it all felt at the time: like she was fading by inches, a little every day, whittled down and withdrawn until she felt like a stranger to him.

By the time the cancer killed her, Inuyasha had already felt her loss many times over. The guilt of that still stung him, deep down.

What he remembered far better than his years with his mother were his years with his half-brother.

Inuyasha still didn’t know exactly how Sesshōmaru had learned about him—maybe their old man had finally spilled his dirty little secret to the family—but Sesshōmaru made contact with Izayoi a couple years before her cancer diagnosis. And while his half-brother never confirmed it, Inuyasha was pretty confident that Sesshōmaru’s sole motive was to pay Izayoi hush money. Keep her quiet and tucked out of the way. A teenaged mistress with a half-breed bastard child was an association the great Ōshiro yōkai clan certainly didn’t need coming out. 

So when Izayoi died, Sesshōmaru Ōshiro didn’t leave anything to chance. Didn’t trust the foster care system to anonymize Inuyasha into oblivion. He stepped in as next-of-kin, to ensure the old man’s dirty little secret stayed hidden.

Inuyasha first met Sesshōmaru on the day he moved in with him, when he was five years old. It was all a downhill shit-show from there. 

Sesshōmaru wasted no time in spiriting Inuyasha away from Tokyo—away from all that risk of exposure—and into Otoyo, Shikoku. Close enough to keep an eye on the bastard child, but far enough from the notice of anyone who mattered. He bought a country house next to the Ananai River, hired a cadre of nannies, dumped Inuyasha there, and then he left.

Oh, the asshole stopped in from time to time, spent a week or two at a stretch in the Otoyo house. One might’ve called them welfare visits, if it weren’t for Sesshōmaru’s obvious disdain for the child, the way he barely even acknowledged that they were in the same room. And when he did acknowledge Inuyasha, it was somehow even worse than being ignored. Inuyasha never felt so small as he did when Sesshōmaru finally noticed him: looked at him like he was an overgrown bug that had just scuttled over the man’s shoe.

So that was it. Sesshōmaru spent the majority of his time traveling “on business,” and Inuyasha was left with a rotation of nannies who saw to his basic needs—who made his meals and got him to school and ensured he went to bed at a reasonable hour—but who were nearly as remote from him as his half-brother. Carefully handpicked by Sesshōmaru for their discretion, they were kind to him in a distant, perfunctory way: the professional kindness of a nurse changing a bed pan. He felt like a name on a list, a checked box, a walking task to be handled. He never felt known by any of them, let alone loved.

And then came Kagome.    

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Gentle reminder: You don't own an idea. You don't own a trope. You don't own a universe. Especially in the realm of fanfiction, even if you're the first in your fandom to do something (odds are, you probably aren't) you still don't own that thing. You don't get to say "I did that first, no one else gets to. They're copying me if they do!"

Even if they were inspired by your creation (often times they were not) unless they've taken whole sentences, paragraphs, chapters from your fic... They still aren't stealing anything.

That is your insecurity talking. That is your fear that they will do the thing you consider yourself known for better than you. And maybe they will. But that doesn't mean you attack them. It means you work to better yourself and your craft.

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Happiest of Birthdays to our local Moose!

I hope you enjoy a bit of Pain Parfait, @elkonigin. I tried my best. 😅

Silence Carries on AO3

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Chapter 9 is now live on Ao3!

Chapter Summary: Inuyasha gets a summons from his family he can't refuse, which leads him to a decision, does he ask Sango, his usual go-to pal and partner, or take a chance and bring Kagome… Only thoughts of Kagome bring with them a whole new line of problems for him.

Find it on Ao3

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Where's my Breakfast?

Oil on Panel 30x30 cm

Artist: Daniel Arthur