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sessrin-eternity2 · 3 years ago

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Yashahime Second Act New PV

Yashahime Second Act, has a new mini PV and I think they are only showing some tiny clips from episodes 1 to 2 or 3.

Here we have Towa welding her new blade, Zanseiken. The design is extremely unique and beautiful, I love the details for the hilt. I think this blade really suits Towa's character but I also love her knock off of the Kikujūmonji because she literally made that into a sword of her own by using demon energy. I wonder if Towa's Zanseiken will have more abilities than her other blade. She seems to be looking at it curiously and uneasy, could this be the first scene of her putting it into use? I believe she's going to do more extraordinary things using this one.

This scene here seems to be a spirit of Kirinmaru, it reminds me of the battle scene of Episode 24 between Kirinmaru versing Towa and Moroha. They both had spirits above them, for Towa it was Sesshomaru's demon dog form and for Moroha it was the great dog demon general Inu no Taisho aka Toga. This is an interesting one too because not only we seen this form of Kirinmaru in this scene but also in the Second Acts poster, he is in the middle and standing in front of the windmill of time, so this is not the first time seeing this form of his and I do wonder what this is indicating... The second image down below, we see Kirinmaru's face up close and it is only showing one eye along with two scars on his cheek, both done by Towa and Setsuna. Is he reflecting from the battle with the 3 princesses? Thinking about how he accidentally killed Sesshomaru's and Rin's daughter, Setsuna out of anger after she landed a cut on his cheek? His past? His battle with Toga? or his beloved daughter, Rion? There's still so much we need to discover about their relationship and how did it become such a conflict to drive the two away from each other.

Riku? Riku?! What is this all about? Is this... demons in the shadows? Are you planning an attack on someone? Or is he going to strike these hidden creatures? He does have his blade out, and if I'm not mistaken, it kinda looks like his new earring accessory, that's intriguing. He really looks great in his new attire and I can see his sleeves are not torn anymore like his first attire was shown. I think this upcoming episode could be The Demon Ghost Of The Ocean, it just gives off a vibe this could be the episode but it's only a guess. Riku looks quite serious in this, I don't see any smirking from him than usual so what could this situation be about?

I about screamed when I seen this, I'm so happy to see Sesshomaru again, Ah-Un and the rest as well. Lol, look at poor Jaken holding onto the end of Sesshomaru's Mokomoko. And yes, there are so many theories flowing around about this scenes situation. We haven't seen Sesshomaru ride Ah-Un in awhile... Normally when he rides him it is to make a great entrance but this is looking more like an emergency because...

We see that Sesshomaru is holding Rin! We finally get our first Sessrin scene! Wooo! Yes! Sweet Mokomoko! I love how he's holding his wife so tenderly, not only that he is also steering Ah-Un while holding her, you can see the dark brown strap between Sesshomaru's hands and thumb. But what the heck happened to Rin... Zero tied her? Is she truly in labor? Someone is either having a flashback or telling the story to the twins or someone else. Now, I have some backup for the Rin is in labor theory that is by other fans and I have one of my own so I hope there's some people that are thinking the same on it as well but first the labor theory.

It is extremely rare for Sesshomaru to be flying Ah-Un, especially when he can fly himself without an issue and he's always been strong enough to carry Rin. Why does he need Ah-Un to fly with Rin? And the theory is, Sesshomaru is using Ah-Un to travel safely with Rin Lady Kaede's because she is in labor. In the image we can definitely see there is some discomfort in Rin's expression, possibly labor pains and her hand is resting on her stomach but we see no pregnant belly because it is only viewing half of Rin's body which is probably the reason why we cannot see the baby bump on her but also remember this... in episode 15 between a conversation with Sango and Kagome, Sango's dialogue "How are you feeling Kagome? You're far along now, I can't wait." Kagome's dialogue "Thanks Sango! I feel fine, you can barely see my bump." And with that Sango agreed. It even shows Kagome holding her stomach when Riku tells Kagome Kirinmaru will kill her child as well if Kirinmaru's slumber has been disturbed because he hates humans and hanyos.

In a panic and fear, Kagome places her hands on her stomach, and we can barely see her bump like Sango said, so Rin's baby bump was possibly like Kagome's while she was in labor with Towa and Setsuna.

Here's my theory of what possibly happened that caused this scene with Sesshomaru carrying Rin while flying on Ah-Un. And Nooope, not believing that Zero tied herself to Rin on this night, she may had tried to but failed at it and here's how. Zero may had tried another type of spell to tie Rin to her soul and in the spell process before she could finish, Sesshomaru interrupted her and saved Rin but a small portion of Zero's spell took over her and somehow Sesshomaru managed to break it (Possibly from cutting that green dream butterfly) and Rin fainted afterwards due to her energy being drained from Zero's spell or Zero may had wounded Rin and Sesshomaru is using Ah-Un to carefully fly her to the barrier so he and Jaken can patch her up there while with the twins. Also, we need to remember Episode 23, here's a small reminder. When Zero tied herself to Towa, Towa did not pass out when she was first tied, she was only used as a puppet for Zero to control and she used Towa to hold Setsuna and her weapon still while Zero came over to break the seal that Miroku placed on her. After she was finished with Towa, she let her go and that's when Towa fainted but it was only for a brief moment, so that's why I don't think Zero already tied Rin in that new clip and she may wake up. I still believe she was with the twins when the forest fire happened and that's when Zero finally tied Rin's soul to hers fully. I have more about this theory why Rin was in the forest with the twins but I'll save that for another blog. (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

How did Zero get those rainbow pearls again?! I know she confirmed she can easily find them but this fast? And what will she use them for this time? Is she going to use them to kill the Towa, Setsuna and Moroha? This woman is a nightmare. (つ﹏<。) I really don't want to know what's her next plan.

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heynikkiyousofine · 3 years ago

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The story is finished! Thank you everyone for your kind words and encouragement, I’m so happy with the way this little fairytale turned out. Get ready for a new story to come up soon. Enjoy a little epilogue with some smut!

@keichanz @neutronstarchild

Inuyasha felt the barrier fall beneath his fists, his panic growing as the explosion reverberated through the air. Shielding his eyes from the intense light and pinning his ears to his head, he watched as Naraku’s sword fly through the air to land near his feet. He began to frantically call Kagome’s name, having a hard time finding her through the purple haze that filled the air.

Rushing forward, he suddenly became aware of a large tree trunk in his path, the jacaranda leaves falling about him. Long branches covered in lavender surrounded him, pleasing to his nose. He would have spent more time beneath the peaceful branches if he wasn’t searching for the woman he was in love with. Turning around, he caught sight of her, sitting on her knees, her wings quivering behind her, leaning on her hands, breathing heavy, shallow breaths. Her bow lay to her left, her arrows spilling out of its container.

“Kagome! Are you okay?!” He asked as he rushed to her side, desperately searched her for injuries, taking in her sweet scent, only stopping when she began to giggle.

“Inuyasha, I’m okay, I promise.” She sighed happily. She wasn’t sure she could do what she had needed to do just moments ago, feeling Naraku’s evil aura and sickening soul latch onto hers at the last minute. She had driven all her strength in the arrow, then before his body had touched the ground, she took all the power he had absorbed from his sword, combining her own, and formed this gorgeous tree. It was a sight to behold. “Help me up?”

Nodding, swallowing the lump in his throat, he guided her to her feet, both of them raising their heads to the sound of cheers filling the air. As the last of the smoke began to dispel, Inuyasha and Kagome just stood together, as friends, creatures and demons surrounded them, applauding.

“My dear, you were remarkable.” King Toga exclaimed as the came through the small crowd, towards the couple. “Are you injured?” Seeing her shake her head in response, he began to ask what happened. Kagome smiled and told her of how Naraku was seeking power to overthrow each of the royal thrones, absorbing their power into his sword and in the end absorbed it in himself. His soul had been beyond corrupt and she had used her own combined with the deceased’s powers to create the tree that stood tall behind them. Noting to herself, she realized there was a bit of familiarity when she had combined both powers, wondering if her father had been helping her along the way.

Smiling to herself, she was caught off guard when Sango barreled into her arms, squeezing her tightly. Kaede had managed to get some of her strength back and wasted no time in making her way towards them. Letting go off the happy woman, Kagome raced to her mother’s arms and began to sob uncontrollably, both of them falling to their knees. Rubbing her arms and soothing her cries, Kaede just held her, while everyone began to inspect the damage, cleaning up the bodies and helping the injured.

“Kagome, breathe child.” Kaede whispering soft words to calm her down. When the sobs had finished racking her small frame, Kagome sat up, wiping her glistening eyes. “Daughter, you are more than I had ever hoped you could be. I’m so proud of you.”

Hearing those words, Kagome began to cry again. She was so glad her mother was alive, she really missed her.

“Mother, how did you know that I would do it?” Kagome asked, holding Kaede’s hands in their laps, knees still touching.

“You’ve always been a special child, powerful in the many things you did. I knew that without a doubt, that you would’ve done anything in your power to save everyone.”

“What do we do now though? We have no home to go back to.” She sighed sadly, looking around at the remaining burnt cottage.

“Kagome,” King Toga walked towards them, a silent Inuyasha at his right, King Sesshomaru at his left, “You are a royal. The castle and the Eastern Kingdom is yours. You will always have a home in our kingdom as well if you so choose. I have faith you will do what is right.”

Biting her lip, she watched as a worried look came across Inuyasha’s features and disappear before anyone could notice. She knew what she wanted, her friends, to spend more time Inuyasha, her future mate, her mother back in her life.

“I have an idea, if we could talk in private?” Kagome turned towards King Toga who simply raised an eyebrow at her, guiding her away so they could talk in private.

As everyone arrive into the small village, everyone began to spread out to find housing for the night. The mythical creatures had gone back to the forest to nurse their wounds, mourn their loved ones and wait in anticipation for what their beloved princess would decide. Calliope giving Kagome a tight hug before flying next to Althea and disappearing.

Settling Kaede in a small room for some more rest, Kagome gathered her cloak and pendant, almost putting both on, before deciding that would let her wings be free for the rest of her days. A soft knock against her door and Kagome opened the door to see a nervous hanyou standing before her.

“Inuyasha, what’s wrong?” She asked, almost laughing at his face, before covering it with a grin.

Noting her smile, he blushed, “What did you and Father come up with? He won’t tell anyone besides Sesshomaru what it is. He wants to get back home before announcing anything. He also said the wolves would be arriving in the village soon, so he wanted to bring theirs and his army back with us as well.” He rambled on, “Why can’t anyone tell me? Is it because I’m not a king yet? And now, you’re the Queen of the Eastern Kingdom?”

“Inuyasha, Kaede is resting, let’s go for a walk.” Kagome sighed before gesturing ahead of her, knowing he wouldn’t stop until someone gave him an answer.

Nodding his head slightly, he only followed her towards the forest line, where fireflies had begun to light up the trees around them. Her wings, basking in their soft glow, flapped a few times, before she spun around, making him almost bump into her.

Laughing softly, “Inuyasha, look at me please.” Waiting until he finally raised his amber gaze at her, she began.

“Your Father wanted to keep it a secret until we could talk things out, but he is fully on board with all of the plans. He also wanted to talk to Koga as well. Before I tell you any of that, I wanted to ask, do you still want me as your mate?”

Growling a yes, Inuyasha reached for both of her hands, admiring how soft they were. Laughing again, she started talking to him about their future.

“Since now I guess I am a queen, I can only be with royalty, which is perfect because you are royalty,” she said with a playful glimmer in her blue eyes, “however, you are in line for your own throne.” Shushing him when he tried to retort, she continued.

“I want a life with you and my mother in it. I want a life where I can truly help people. I want somewhere I can call home, learn more about my past and be happy and I will have all of that with this new plan of ours, given Koga would be okay with it. Sesshomaru is fine, nothing would change much for him, except title.”

Confused now, Inuyasha gave her the weirdest look. Laughing loudly this time, she reached up to kiss his cheek, both of them blushing, “All will be told soon, I promise, but there is something else I wanted to ask.” The confused look never leaving his face, she continued to speak. “We’ve only known each other a short time and in that time, you’ve told me I was your mate. We’ve been through hell and back in that time and I want to have a life with you. I know I said I wanted to take things slow, but after this exhausting day, I want nothing more than to be with you. I like seeing you smile, somehow when I’m with you, it’s like I feel relieved and safe. I want to be by your side forever, if you’ll let me. Prince Inuyasha of the Northern Kingdom, will you marry me?”

As soon as she finished the word me, Inuyasha pulled her closely and kissed her with all the passion he could muster, making her laugh against his mouth, before joining him in ravishing his own. A few claps came from behind him, making him growl in embarrassment as he broke their kiss and turned to see his father, Miroku and Sango smiling broadly at them.

“I thought you would’ve asked her son.” Toga laughed loudly, clapping him on the shoulder, while Sango and Kagome squealed, hugging each other. Miroku simply smiled.

“Oi, I know that look monk, don’t even think about it.” Inuyasha grumbled at them both, latching his hands with his now fiancé.

The days passed, as King Koga, who agreed the plan and congratulated the couple on their betrothals, joined what remained of their group as they headed back to the castle. Kagome beamed in happiness the whole way back, receiving many blessings for their union, and knowing looks from a suspicious monk. Inuaysha had to growl many times at him before he backed off, only to be slapped upside the head by the annoyed demon slayer. Kohaku and Sesshomaru even congratulated them, keeping to themselves the whole way back. Kagome could tell in the Western King’s soul he was pleased at the events, he was just also in a hurry to get back to his pregnant wife.

As soon as they had arrived back at the castle, Rin had come barreling out of the wooden door towards them, hollering for Sesshomaru to hurry, that Queen Kagura was in labor. Slapping his oldest son on the back, he ushered everyone inside, while picking up the small rambunctious child, making her squeal in excitement. He announced they would discuss everything after a meal and Kagura’s labor, his fellow kings and queens needing some much needed some rest.

After what seemed like a lifetime to Inuyasha, he was settled in his room for the evening, when Kagome knocked softly on his door. Yelling to enter, he watched her shut the mahogany door quickly before coming over to the set of chairs near the fire, taking a seat in the empty one, facing him.

“Kagura had a healthy baby girl, Kanna. She looks a lot like Sesshomaru.” She spoke softly, smiling at him.

Smiling back, “I hope she has her mother’s personality then.” Both of them laughing together quietly, “So we will be discussing everything tomorrow then?” He asked, his eyes almost feral in the light of the fire.

Nodding and humming her yes, Kagome began to yawn, stretching her arms up high, her wings shaking a few times before folding along her back. Gold dust covered the back of the chair. “I was wondering if I could sleep here, with you,” she started, a blush coming across her warm cheeks, “Kaede is sleeping in my bed.”

“I would love that, I wonder just what will my mother think?” He smirked at her, getting to his feet and holding out his hand.

Taking his hand in hers, het thumb rubbing the back of his affectionately, Kagome laughed, “It was your mother’s idea actually.”

“Well, I can’t ignore a royal command then, can I? Do you have everything you need to retire?”

Nodding, Kagome let Inuyasha guided her to his overly large bed, covered in ruby satin bedding. Pulling her closely to his chest, they both closed their eyes.

After breakfast and the good news of the new baby the next morning, the head royals, save Izayoi, sat in King Toga’s meeting room, discussing out the details.

“You would be okay with just being a lord, King Koga?” Toga asked, surprised at his agreement.

“As long I get to keep my land and pack, I’m okay with whatever. Queen Kagome will rule fairly along with Prince Inuyasha.” He shrugged, leaning back in his velvet chair, crossing his arms.

“I agree too,” Queen Ayame chimed in, looking at the fairy queen, “I think you would be fair and just. You could help so many others, better than we ever could, you have a kind heart that would be good for everyone.”

“Thank you Ayame.” Kagome smiled at her, knowing they would be good friends in the future, if only to keep ahold of their mates and their tempers.

“Have you agreed to be Inuyasha’s mate?” Sesshomaru asked when the room began to grow quiet.

Nodding, “I have. We talked about it before the battle and what all it means to be a mate,” she added, blushing, “Along with me proposing to him in the village before we left.”

Nodding as well, while Ayame squealed in excitement, Sesshomaru turned towards to his father, “Father, I guess it’s time for a celebration.”

“I agree son. You too are okay with this?” He asked.

“The same thing as the wolf, as long as I keep my titles and western lands, I am content.” He simply stated. Gathering their seals, Kagome using her power to create one for herself, they all signed a document stating the new lands, titles and rulership.

“Now,” King Toga began, standing from his chair, “Let’s plan a wedding and coronation, for our royal majesty, Queen Kagome.”

Epilogue

It had been a busy two months, between announcing to all four kingdoms that they would unite as one, how the lost fairy princess came to be found, the defeat of Naraku, a royal marriage, a coronation and a new royal baby, Kagome couldn’t wait for the full moon to come and go. Her wedding day, she was excited for, and for what was to come after, but planning everything was so exhausting. She was grateful for the help for Kaede, Lady Izayoi, Lady Aayame and Sango to help, however, she missed spending time with her beloved hanyou and her funny little fox kit.

“Well Queen Kagome, are you ready for tomorrow?” An amused voice asked, the hanyou himself strolling into their sleeping chamber.

“Why yes, Prince Inuyasha, I am. But I am not a queen yet, merely a lost princess who found her way home.” She smirked, laying in their shared bed, waiting for her soon to be husband to join her.

“Tomorrow is going to be a lot, it’s also the full moon, are you sure you’re okay with all of this? We can take more time before mating?” He kissed her softly, waiting for he answer.

“I’m positive, I have never been anymore positive in my life.” She stated with confidence, before kissing him again, not of them settling in for the night.

Waking her up before dawn, Izayoi and Sango rushed into their bedroom the next morning, shooing Inuyasha out of his own bed before turning their attention to Kagome. Grumbling to himself, he went to join his father and Miroku before beginning to get ready for the day. His Father had planned to greet the remaining guests, while many mythical creatures that were arriving as well. Kagome had wanted to invited the entire kingdom, knowing this was as important for them as well as for her. They decided to hold the ceremony in the garden outside, so many people could see. Kaede would be performing the coronation, while Miroku would be ordaining the wedding. There was also a small celebration for baby Kanna, announcing her arrival to the world. The festivities would begin around lunchtime and going long into the night.

Brushing her wings away from her lace veil, Kagome turned towards the full length mirror, smiling at her appearance. Lady Izayoi did not disappoint, her dress was stunning and perfectly made for her. She briefly mentioned Sango helped a little with the design as well, Aunt Mara supplying some of the fabric. Her floor length dress fluffed out bit, bit not too much, so not to get in the way of her wings, with still had twirls of gold and silver throughout them. Her hair, perfectly curled down her back, her flower crown up top her head, where later she would exchange it for a new one. Her sleeves, covered in a sheer lace, came up her arm, before leaving her shoulders bare. Her veil hanging in front of her face, obscuring her features, but she new with the light layer of make up, she looked radiant.

After expressing beautiful remarks and teary eyes thank you’s, the ladies left to gather their seats, Lord Toga would be walking her down the aisle. Gently squeezing her hands together, she waited in the hallway, the doors to outside closed, she could hear many voices and soft music playing.

“‘Gome?” A soft yip came from behind her.

“Shippo! You’re supposed to be in your seat, we’re about to begin.” She began to fix his small shirt, when she noticed his sad expression. “What’s wrong honey?”

“You’re not going to forget me are you? I know we haven’t been able to spend much time together with Naraku and the wedding and everything, I just miss my friend.” He swallowed the sob in his throat, a single tear falling down.

“Oh, sweetie, of course not. If anything, after today, we can spend so much more time together. I’ve really missed you too.” An idea come to her. “How about this, do you want to walk with me down the aisle today?” She smiled at him, wiping the tear from his cheek. She had no idea he was feeling this way, having not seen much of him since she arrived at the castle the first time they had arrived

He whimpered a small yes, while Lord Toga came around the corner announcing it was time. Raising an eye brow as his daughter-in-law held Shippo in her arms, she left the small bouquet of on a side table and lightly set her left arm on outstretch right. Nodding that she was ready, he smiled and the doors opened before them, music playing against the breeze.

If Inuyasha thought she was beautiful before, Kagome was positively stunning now, he thought as she began to glade down he aisle, Shippo in her arms. He knew the kit has been missing her, hell he had been missing her lately too. As she came down the aisle, flowers around her bloomed fully along the path, a soft scent of sunshine floating across his nose.

Miroku smiled at the two as she let Shippo into Lord Toga’s arms, who simply continue to hold him as he sat down next to his wife. Watching as he began the ceremonial words, Inuyasha took her hands in his.

After the drinking of the sake and blessing their union, the two shared their first kiss as a married couple, everyone bursting into applauds and cheer around them, while Kaede began to set up for the coronation. Lord Toga presented Kagome with a staff and a golden crown. Removing the flower crown, Inuyasha kissed her on the cheek, before stepping back to let his father crown the new queen.

Setting the crown adorned with red rubies and blue sapphires, Kaede finished and blessed the new queen on her marriage as well. Placing a right hand on the new papers they have formed in the meeting months ago, she began her promise, “I, Queen Kagome, will hereby protect all hose who come in need. I will honor those who have protected their country. I will restore peace among every creature, person and demon. I will serve my country to best of my ability. I will serve my people.”

Raising the cup of blessing sake, Toga proudly stated loud and proud, “May I present Kagome Aureila Takahashi, Queen the Four Kingdoms! ” everyone bowing in response. Smiling, Kagome excited to begin her new reign, her new marriage, her new life.

Hours later, after people began to wish the new couple happy blessings, dancing the night away and enjoying a delicious feast, Kagome grew tired and wanted to retire for the night. She was excited to finally mate with her husband. Smiling to herself, she wish a Calliope and Althea goodnight, before turning to look for her husband across the garden, catching his golden eyes, recently becoming her new favorite color.

Walking towards her, Inuyasha was bombarded with Lord Koga, who already a little drunk, blocked his view. Smiling at him sheepishly, Kagome gathered her skirt, heading towards the door, knowing he would find her soon. No one seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t say anything, as Kagome strolled towards the castle, caressing the flowers along the way, the full moon shining brightly, her wings glittering the moonlight. Making it to her bedroom, she shut the door quietly, and faced the bed to begin the process of taking off her gown.

The door behind her opened and shut quickly, so quietly, she almost didn’t hear it. Gasping lightly, she felt Inuyasha stroke his finger down her trembling wings, before stopping to raise them again, grazing down her arm.

“Help me undress?” She whispered, hearing his gulp. He was a little nervous as well she gathered, this being both their first times. His hands began to untie her laced up back, loosening the corset as he went down. Feeling it completely loose on her upper body, Kagome removed her arms from her sleeves and held her corset to her chest, before turning to face her Inuyasha.

“Wife,” he murmured, “You are stunning.” He held her face as he leaned down to kiss her slowly, feeling her hand grasp his, her dress fall to the gown. When he pulled away from her lips and gazed down, he rumbled in appreciation, her lace stockings and undergarments highlighted her curves, her entire body glowing in the light of the fire. Taking his hands from her face, Kagome began to slowly unbuckle his belt, watching as his gaze never left her body.

Feeling her hands untucking his white tunic and settle against his toned stomach, he reached for her mouth again, settling his hands along her waist, pulling her closer.

“Husband.” She gasped against his lips, feeling his hands begin to roam across her back, soft stroke her wings before continuing down to her backside. She helped him remove his shirt, running her hands up and down his chest as he backed her towards their shared bed.

“Kagome, tonight I will make you my mate.” He whispered as he trailed kisses down her neck and behind her ear. Loving the sensation, she reached for his head to keep there, lightly caressing his ears with one hand, her other running fingers through his hair. Growling his approval, he bit softly on her neck, making her arch her laced breasts towards his own chest and groan.

Whimpering when he backed away from her neck, she felt the soft bedding against the back of her thighs and watched with wide eyes as Inuaysha used his claws to slice away at the binding around her chest, smiling at spike in her scent. Feeling a little more nervous now, she moved her cover her now exposed chest, stopping when Inuyasha grabbed her hands, intertwining them and bringing them to his chest.

“You are beautiful. Please don’t be ashamed.”

“I’m not, I’m just nervous.” She whispered, looking down.

“Koi, this is my first time as well. We will learn together. I’m going to follow my instincts and we have a lifetime to figure out our likes and dislikes.” He tugged on her chin, so she met his smoldering gaze.

Sighing in relief, she reached to pull him close again and kissed him, passion rising up in her. Bending her backwards slowly, he guided her to lay on the led, only pausing to take off his boots and pants. Crawling on the bed to lay next to her, he kissed her again, his body pressed flush against hers, her wings tucked in behind her.

Their kisses growing more intense, each other’s soft moans and growls being swallowed by the other. Kagome stroked Inuyasha’s ears as he started his trail down her neck. When he reached her left nipple, he began to suckle like a newborn baby, using his hand to pinch the other. Writhing beneath him, Kagome felt his tongue swirl in time with her hands stroking. Feeling this warmth in her belly spread towards to her nether regions, she felt more than heard his growl against her chest, before he switched to the other nipple.

As he brought the other flesh colored nipple to beautiful pink color, both fully erect, he started his trek down her tummy, before gazing at her lovingly.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, too.” She responded, moaning just as used his claws to shred her lace panties, leaving only her stockings along her legs, and cool air hit her opening. Inhaling, his eyes closed in pure bliss and he growled loudly when Kagome’s scent spiked even more, her flowers and sunshine adding a hint of pine and citrus. Purple marks began to appear along his cheeks and sides.

Reaching for her mate, Kagome stroked his marks with her left hand as he leaned in to them, rumbling softly, his eyes opening to gold with red seeping in. Mumbling an apology, Inuyasha kissed her palm before returning to her the area below her belly button, using his clawed hands to graze up and down her opened thighs.

Feeling herself fall back against the pillows fully, her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a moan suspiciously like his name as his tongue began to lick at her lips. Feeling his smirk against her, the warmth in her stomach now spread through her like a wildfire, almost as if her powers were rising with her. Opening her eyes quickly, she made contact with an intense pair of eyes that gazed back at up her, a deep amber so intense, they could devour her.

Feeling the thread that was beginning to fray within her, she used one hand to stroke his ears once more, while the other gripped the pillow beside her head. By her actions and sounds, Inuyasha was sure she was almost there and judging by the grip along his head, dangerously close to his ears. As he continued to lap at her, he used his right hand to spread her apart, with his index finger rubbing the small button he located earlier. Kagome’s body began to thrash, her hips grinding against his face. Afraid he might hurt her, he used his free hand to hold down her thigh and laid on the other, feverishly speeding up to make her come.

For someone who had never done this before, he sure knew what to do, Kagome pondered, her mind going blank at the string snapped, a pleasure she had never felt before spreading through her entire body. Her vision, now speckled with white dots as her back arched off the bed.

“Inuyasha!” She screamed, causing her hanyou to pin his ears against his head as he licked everything, cleaning up all of her juices. Feeling her legs quivering beneath him, he let up and smirked at her flushed expression. She looked thoroughly ravished and blissful happy, eyes glazed over, staring at the ceiling above.

Gazing at him beneath lower lashes, Kagome beckoned him forward with her finger, reaching up to kiss him as he moved up. Tasting herself on his tongue, she swiped her own against his fang, Inuyasha rumbling, deepening their kiss.

Reaching for his undergarments, she pushed away the remaining fabric, both of them fully nude now. Running her palms down his chest as he was still kissing her, she reached for his cock, gasping softly as the soft skin beneath her fingers quaked. She was barely able to wrap one of her hands around his, but began to tug softly, causing him to grunt and remove his lips.

“If you keep that up, I won’t be able to finish in you the first time.” He kissed her softly, removing her hand from his manhood, before intertwining them next to her head. Nodding her understanding, she kissed his chest right above his heart, smiling softly for him.

Bringing her mouth back to his, Inuyasha continued kissing her, rubbing her body with his hands, before settling himself between her legs once again. Looking at her in question, Kagome nodded again, as he reached down and brought his cock towards her opening, slowly pushing inside slowly. His fangs lengthened, the marks on face and hips a dark purple now. His golden eyes, surrounded by red, gazed down at her lovingly. Kagome rubbed his cheeks soothingly, Inuyasha moving until he was fully situated inside of her. Feeling full, but not uncomfortable, she drew his mouth closer, willing him to move his hips.

What started as slow movements, turned to hard thrusts, causing him to hit her womb each time. Holding her hip in place with one hand, the other still intertwined with hers at her head, Inuaysha continued kissing her. With every thrust, the warmth in Kagome’s body began to spread again, this time burning brighter than ever before. Hearing a gasp from her lover, she opening her eyes to see his staring at her body, Inuyasha slowing his thrusts. She was actually glowing! Not wanting to hurt him, she tried to draw in her powers, but stopped when her soul reached for his, making her gasp as well.

Moaning his name, Kagome felt him pick up his speed again, and his soul opening up to hers. Feeling her climax coming close, she wanted him to fall into bliss with her. Wrapping her legs around his, moaning loudly when he hit deeper, Kagome closed her eyes as Inuyasha nipped at neck, sucking at her collarbone every so often. Knowing the string would snap once again, she let her soul open freely, joining his.

Her body going taunt as she screamed her release and Inuyasha roaring his completion as well, Kagome felt their souls become one, filling with each other’s with love, warmth, happiness and power. They were fully mated, the souls completely connected with each other’s.

Nuzzling her cheek, he pulled out slowly, and gathered her in his arms as she came down from her second high of the night. If sex was like that every time, he was never going to let her leave this bed, he thought happily, caressing lazy circles along her back.

Feeling content and happy, the two wrapped in each other’s arms, whispering soft things to each other through the night. They continued to explore each others body well into the night, before the finally drifted to sleep as the sun began to rise on the horizon, both silently thanking whoever above for the other.

The End.

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shadlad24 · 4 years ago

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More Funny Little Moments #2: Season 1, Episodes 13-24

Okie. In an effort to save myself a lot of time and frustration, I decided to only choose one additional funny moment, maybe two, per episode (unlike last time when two was the baseline and sometimes three popped up). ’Twas to middling success. Unintentionally and not, I left some better moments for this post; of course, the episodes that were stretched thin for their FFLM probably aren’t much better here. :”)

FFLMs: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 #11 #12 #13 #14 #15 #16 #17 #18 #19 #20 #21 #22 #23 #24

Athens City Academy of the Performing Bards

Greeks dressing up in the traditional/stereotypical togas for the one and only time (I think) on this show. Everybody at and connected to the Academy dresses like so. …Then we have Gabrielle. X”D

A Fistful of Dinars

So, I imagine warlords as curious aliens who don’t understand human interaction. When Xena does it, it makes me chuckle (like when Gabrielle hugs her or cries, and Xe’s like, “???”). Petracles is similar.

Warrior... Princess

The fire-connected assassin being a slob. When Xena arrives at Princess Diana’s castle, it’s early morning. A killer almost immediately attacks her but has to run away for his life. He comes back late at night, just as dirty and burned as he was when he left. …Why? And not only that, his clothes that were on fire are perfectly intact while his forehead, which did not catch fire, is not. XD

Yes, it’s a bit morbid but this corpse’s sassy expression is definitely comical. heheheh

Mortal Beloved

Xena being RIDICULOUSLY unobservant. She looks straight ahead, doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and so turns her head to look elsewhere. Marcus crouches a whole six inches down and then spots Gabrielle in mortal danger. …Feet away from them. …With nothing to block their view between them and the wabbit. XD XD XD What even, Xena?

It’s more sad than funny when Xena stabs Marcus in the heart, but her line straight after that and Hades’s reaction push the moment over the edge. X’)

The Royal Couple of Thieves

Yay, subtext! Gabrielle somewhat subtly asks for Autolycus’s ring while he doesn’t notice. But someone behind him sure heard her widdle wabbit’s plea. And it affected her quite a bit. D’awwww! :”)

The Prodigal

I cannot BELIEVE I forgot to include this moment in the original post. It got me gooooood. Yes, the setup is a bit predictable, but… just… the townspeople’s hands are still up in the air like they’re riding a rollercoaster that disappointingly malfunctioned right before the big drop! XD The main lady’s faaaaace!!! She was even better than the roommate’s girlfriend in “Big Daddy.” XD XD XD (Video clip here in case the picture isn’t enough for you to know what I mean.)

Altared States

A hilariously adorable moment rather than straight comedy, from Xena of all people. The way she’s sitting, holding Gabrielle, and tilting her head to look at the wabbit reminds me so much of a little kid who’s wondering what’s wrong with her dolly. Hee!

What can I say? I couldn’t ignore Goofy Gabby completely, could I? And this scene isn’t often referenced or noted, so it fits! XP Just look at her blunt-stabbing whatever critter might be under the pillow. She reminds me of an outtake of Ren repeatedly “stabbing” a stunt guy with a toy sword (seen here if so desired). heheheh But part of the real gold here is how poor, weakened Anteus is just so confused. heheheheh

Ties That Bind

Xena being defiant because Gabrielle’s being weird. The wabbit screams for the warrior princess—who is already staring at her—to look at her, so Xena looks away, like, “Uhh, no!” kinda like this. heh

The Greater Good

Can’t leave Argo out either, can I? Poor pony. I’m beginning to understand her aversion to Gabrielle more and more. X)

Callisto

Gabrielle doubting Xena and then learning an interesting lesson that will only prove more true as time goes on.

Death Mask

Our wee widdle wabbit being rightfully proud of herself after besting an enemy with Xena as the audience for the first time. Xena… is afeared. XD

GabbyWabbit and friggin Toris forgetting what franchise they’re a part of. Yes, I’m way late for both “holidays.” Whoops.

Is There a Doctor in the House?

In addition to not being able to believe what Xena did to her in the main post, Gabrielle is now stunned by the words coming out of Xena’s mouth. I. …Screw around. heh (Though I totally remember the quote in a different accent and so had to rewatch the clip a few times to relearn it. You can watch it too, here.)

Hm, this was more fun and easier than last time. Woohoo!

But, alas, it is the end of an era. No more FFLMs or MFLMs for the foreseeable future. And absolutely no one has commented on my posts in several weeks, so I don’t even know what you guys think of my work or want. *sad* Ah well.

The one suggestion I got elsewhere for my hundredth (next) post was to make cracksubs for “Lyre, Lyre, Hearts on Fire.” I think that’s a good idea because I’ve been wanting to do another cracksubs post for a while now and don’t like LLHoF. ’Twas a similar case with the last one I did but that led to a deep, abiding love of “Them Bones Them Bones.” heheheh

If anyone has any other ideas, though, then please let me know. Thanks!

#xwp #xena #xena warrior princess #gabrielle #xena and gabrielle #fflm #funny #comedy #season 1 #modern references

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milksalamander · 4 years ago

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Omina

Fandom: ABEA, created by @locria-writes, all characters featured or mentioned also belong to them.

Due to much of my time being freed up by Korea’s current spike in COVID cases, I got to finish this one! Today, I’m gonna be nicer to our sweet prince.

I mean...he’s still sad but, hey, at least I’m not calling him a drunk, or wishing for his immediate demise? That counts for something, right? Enjoy!

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Omens can be found in the simplest of places.

The dropping of a hand mirror. Entering your home with the incorrect foot. Malalignment of the veins in the liver of a sheep. A dead dog bearing your name. Dreams, even, were believed to foretell prophecy. There seemed no end to the amount of inconsequential circumstances that could bring ill fortune upon one and all that share their blood.

From childhood, Launcelin had been educated in how to appease fickle spirits that anger over the smallest of deeds. Which weeds should be worn for headaches, which oracles and temples to consult should the birds fly the wrong way, or, the wrong star rise in the night sky. A lifetime of amulets for luck and protection wrangled around his neck or stuffed into his pockets. Of augers, listening to bird calls or examining the organs of slaughtered beasts for predictions of the future.

All this training, and he is not wary when his mother calls him to her chambers. The halls of his mother’s palace cloaked in shadow, the crackle and roar of a storm raging outside. If Launcelin were a superstitious man, he’d claim to see the faces of the dead in their eternal vigil over the living.

He finds the Empress lounging on her klinē in her sitting room, lush and luxuriant.

“Do you still study the Nazhutai language?” She asks him, absentmindedly picking at a bowl of honeyed figs.

An unsettling start; Launcelin steels himself, “I do, Mother. Why do you ask?”

Dread grows with his mother’s smile. It settles in his stomach like a rock as she instructs Meriald to bring ‘it’ in.

“It” is a portrait in the Nalaantai style. At the center of blank parchment rests a child, a girl no older than eleven summers.

Sat in a gilded chair, her shoes peek out from under her finely embroidered garbs. Pearls hang from her ears and decorate her forehead, cheeks, and temples. Her hair is arranged in a complicated style, adorned in hairpins and combs set with precious stones. The girl’s eyes look past him, her placid gaze settling somewhere over his shoulder. Launcelin’s own gaze shifts from her bejeweled head to the writing near the edge of the parchment.

Dobaan E'zhing Mingsuuma, Princess Mingyu of Nalaantai.

So this is what she wanted.

“What do you think of her, dear son? Isn’t she quite lovely?”

Launclin’s attention snaps from the painted child to his mother, who has risen to gaze at the portrait beside him, “She is pretty, Mother; like a budding flower.”

Ignoring him, she hums in agreement. “Isn’t she? Or, at least she probably is. This portrait is rather old.”

His mother playfully pouts, “I had requested a newer one be made for you, but King Yuwa hasn’t sent it. He doesn’t seem interested in having a new one painted. You know those people, don’t like too many strange men around their daughters.”

Unease peaking, Launcelin shifts on his feet. When he was young, his mother’s sitting room had always been a place of comfort and safety, and her presence within a balm for any ailment. Now, this place that seemed warm and inviting so long ago, has grown cold and hostile. What comfort and joy that could’ve been found here gone with his childhood.

If his mother is aware of his discomfort, she does not show it, “She would be a good addition to the court, would she not? A fresh beauty to liven the place. I have heard--”

“Mother,” he interrupts, his toga pulla weighing heavily upon his shoulder, “Seluua has not been allowed any time to rest.”

His mother only stares at him blankly; he continues. “Would it not be...unseemly to enter another betrothal so quickly? Especially with a girl so young?”

Frowning, she raises a delicate hand to grip his shoulder, “Your apprehension is understandable, my dearest. Young as she may be, Mingyu is the eldest, and only, princess Nalaantai has.”

Looking back to the portrait, the Empress does not see how his jaw clenches, “I suppose you could decline, and he could be allowed to marry the princess. Nalaantai may be particularly discerning, but not enough to condemn her to spinsterhood. Yet, if that were to happen; there would be no protection for us; for your sisters, or for little Ouren.”

Launcelin allows his head to hang, eyes fixed on the marble floor. He does not want to be here. He does not want to talk about this. All he wants is to be allowed to mourn his Seluua -his poor, suffering Seluua- in peace.

“Do you think he is not trying, dear one? Where do you think he’s been all of these months? Sitting patiently underneath his mother’s skirts?”

Amusement by her own imagery, she scoffs, “Though I would not be surprised to find him there. Along with half the men in court.”

Amusement dissipated, her focus quickly shifts back and she continues, unrelenting, “If he is the one to be betrothed to the princess, we all might as well lay in our graves and wait for the assassins.”

Moving her hand from his shoulder, his mother steps to his front. Cupping his cheeks, she tilts his head up, forcing Launcelin to look her in the eyes, “My dearest son, you know this to be true. Seluua, may her soul eternally rest, would understand. If she truly loved you, she would forgive you; she would know that you need to do this for your family.”

Would she? Would she understand? How can his mother be so sure of how his beloved Seluua would feel? For the short time they had been married, he cannot remember a single time she’d spoken kindly to, or of her. For all his mother knows, Seluua could be rolling in her grave--

“I know, Mother.” He answers, tone clipped.

Once the epitome of Essenian beauty and elegance, his mother’s features were now marred with pity. “It pains your mother to see you suffer so, beloved. I would take your place; if I could. I would protect you from this. Protect all of us from this.”

She sighs heavily, “Alas, we can only do what our stations allow. And this, my sweet boy, is what you can do- what you must do.”

Her worry fades from her face as quickly as it came, and she looks at him sternly. If she wasn’t holding his head, Launcelin would still not be able to break from her gaze, “Will you do this? Will you bear this burden to safeguard our family from those who seek to destroy us?”

As much as his mother’s hold on him allowed, Launcelin nods. Satisfied, his mother offers him a weak smile, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. A small gesture that, had he still been a child, would’ve abated him--should’ve abated him.

It pains him when it does not.

--- Some End Notes!---

If you’ve read so far, thank you! I would be happy for any criticism, or suggestions on how to make my writing better :)

And, if you’re Locria, thank you for creating such a compelling game/setting! I look forward to every update it receives.

Omina and the superstitions mostly come from the Romans. I “tried” looking for some juicy Byzantine superstitions, but they were markedly less superstitious.

For some examples of what the MC’s dowry portrait would look like: I based it on two Song Dynasty portraits of Empress Zhu and Empress Wu.

Toga pulla- mourning clothing worn by men in the Roman Empire, made of darkly dyed wool. I also “tried” looking at examples of mourning clothing from the Byzantines/HRE but I couldn’t find a lot that I liked. There really are just no good references for Byzantine clothing :/

Klinē- a type of furniture used in Ancient Greece and Rome, that you would recline on. For the Empress, I think hers would look something like this.

This fic can also be found on my AO3!

#mine #text #abea #a broken ever after #fanfic #tldr; sad widower gets guilt tripped by his mom until he agrees to marry a middle schooler #half my classes didn't show up today so i got to really ~snazz up~ and edit this before i posted it #well thats it for me folks!#time to uh...watching cooking vlogs and finish that new vegas fic i started weeks ago #also locria if im annoying you with the fics pls tell me lmao #uh late in the game tag #do you ever finish something and post and STILL find errors?#i spent a long time editing this and there are STILL mistakes

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oscurolibelle · 5 years ago

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Blind Devotion - Madatobi Gift for Sams-tic-tac

A one shot (maybe.. cause I kinda wanna make a sequel now) for the 2020 @madatobigiftexchange for @sams-tic-tac

Elements: OC children of two old shinobi men just tryin to be a family, soft moments, vision loss, some angst

P.S. to Mods or whoever: lemme know if I didn’t post this right or if I completely messed this gift thing up. Thanks.

"Papa?" Madara looked up from his scroll at the call of his eldest and beckoned him in, noting the unease in the boy's face. The young one opened the door a little more and silently squeezed himself through, making sure to pull it back just to so his brothers wouldn't find him in their parents room. Madara motioned for him to come closer, the boy only fourteen, hesitating at the edge of the bed his parents shared. "Come." The man waved his hand again. It was unusual for the children to even be in their bedroom but- "Father would be upset-" "I will deal with him. Come, Hiro." Every bit Uchiha as his 'Papa', the young man crawled into the bed and laid his head on his Papa's thigh curling up next to him. Madara ran his fingers through the boy's unruly short hair and looked him over."What bothers you?" Softly spoken, in the middle of the night when his Husband should have been home to comfort the boy too.

It took a long set of moments for the shy child to speak his mind, a trait no doubt that he shared with his Father. "Does love fade?" What an odd question, Madara thought to himself knowing where this might be headed.

"Do you think you are in love?" Hiro's face scrunched and Madara fought not to laugh at the way he did it just like Tobirama. "The girl does not care for you the way you do for her." Every bit a question as it was a statement. Madara was not blind nor deaf, even if his eyes were fading. He took a moment and decided his answer, combing through Hiro's hair. "It does not. It changes into other things. Friendship, gratitude, melancholy, lust, obsession... hate, resentment. But no.. love does not ever truly fade." Unless of course, we give up caring altogether, but that was a lesson for another day. The boy's dark eyes blinked and trailed a line to the middle of Madara's chest. He took a breath and closed his eyes. "How does it change?" "With time."

A huff. A very Senju like huff. "You and Father always with the vague answers." "It is the truth, son." Madara curled over him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

The Uchiha patriarch roared with the intensity of a lion, fire billowing from his mouth, engulfing the Sky nin. They fell from the air like dying flies and the White Demon slashed through them all quicker than lightning. "Must you announce our presence?" The annoyed color of Tobirama's voice dripped with both concern and panic. To anyone else, they might not have heard the barely there tremble in Tobirama's words, but Madara knew his husband well enough by now. "They need to know who's son they've decided to take, beloved." Red eyes flickered at his words but the pale shinobi said nothing further. A sign he agreed wholeheartedly. Quick signs made for even quicker jutsu as a thousand Tobiramas rained down upon the shoddy fortress on the edge of Suna. It took only moments for the Senju-born to find his eldest boy, Madara in tow behind him. The screech of Sussan’o searing through the ninja hovered over their son startled everyone in the room. But it was too late by then.

"My Flame. His eyes.. they are.." Tobirama felt the pang in his heart, the terror in his son's chakra. Madara began to rage, slaughtering all inside the tiny room as his husband untied their boy, drawing him up to his chest like the baby he once was. "F-father.." Hiro's voice wavered and cracked, his eyes sewn shut. "Shhh." Tobirama silenced him, fingers gentle on his face. “I am here. Papa and I are with you now." The room quieted and Tobirama turned, holding Hiro to his chest, searching the room for anywhere they might have confiscated the boy's eyes."Madara. They took his eyes. I cannot find them." "P-papa.." "Do not expend your energies-" "P-papa I didn't.. I didn't.." He began to shake in Tobirama's arms, who only pulled him closer. "What did you not do, Hiro?" Madara crossed to him, pulling the bloodied glove off to caress his boy's cheek. "I didn't.. let them take them. You said they were precious-" "What did you do?" Tobirama instantly regretted his cold tone the moment Hiro shrunk from him. "I destroyed them myself so they wouldn't take them.."

"Father is it true?" "Father!" "Father please!"

Tobirama scrubbed his hands in the sink, and sighed. His second oldest looked up at him with a stalwart face, his dark silver locks longer than Tobirama would like to see on a boy of twelve, but he took the offered towel. "Thank you, Aoi." The boy only nodded, dark eyes looking at his younger brothers hovered around their Father's legs. "Papa is fine. Hiro is fine."

"Will he see?" The youngest boy piped up, sparking red eyed little thing. "Jeju, shut up! If Hiro sees then Papa can't!" The next oldest rebuked the boy. "But... but Papa.." Jeju's eyes began to mist. "Toga, be kind to Jeju. He is still young." Tobirama tapped the boy on the forehead and he pulled his dark hair over his face as much as possible in embarrassment. "Father.. Papa can't see us.. that means.." "He won't see your baby sister." "But Kani is our princess." "Yes. She is, Mau." Tobirama looked at his four boys hovered around him. "Come." He shuffled them all to his bedroom, opening the door wide and motioning with one finger for them to be quiet. The dark haired fluffs around him hovered at the door as the albino crossed the room and smoothed back the hair of his resting husband, eyes bandaged.

"Beloved." Madara's voice croaked with fatigue. "How is he?" "As one would expect, receiving the eyes of his Papa." Tobirama leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "He is.. beside himself with your decision." "I am old. He will have more use of them." "Yes.. yes he will."

"Papa?" The two looked up from their quiet conversation and Tobirama eyed the five dark haired boys in their doorway, Hiro standing over them. "Come Hiro." Madara reached blindly towards the door. The oldest, eyes still sensitive from the surgery, slowly entered the room. When he was within arms reach, Madara pulled him sharply into the bed. He lost his balance and landed into his Papa's chest and scrambled for an apology. Madara would have none of it. "My eldest." He drew him close to his chest, hands in his hair. "But.." Hiro began only to be cut off by Tobirama's sigh. His Father motioned for the others. Four young boys darted from the door and clamored onto the bed, curling around and on top each other to be next to their Papa.

The silverette watched them all in pride and love as the dark silvers and ink blacks all fawned over their Papa, and layed down with him. "And where are you going?" Madara inquired, feeling the bed lighten as his husband rose. "Ah.. to give you space." Madara scoffed at the idea. "I do not need space. I need you.. and our daughter now, and I will be complete." Tobirama blinked. "Yes.. of course I will.. fetch her for you." "Papa?" Jeju's voice piped up. "Yes?" "You can't see us anymore." It was true. Madara could not see the sadness laced in Jeju's ruby eyes, but he knew them by heart. Could see them in his mind. "How will you love us if you can't see us?" "Love doesn't fade, Jeju." Hiro spoke pulling the littlest boy between him and their Papa. "It grows into other things." Madara chuckled. "My love for you will not fade because I cannot see you." He nuzzled the smallest boy, moving his locks away from his eyes. "You are the most precious things to me. Your Father has given you all he has." Hiro wrinkled his nose at the man, but knew it to be true. "I will go to the village. I will speak with the Hokage-" "You will not." Tobirama interrupted Hiro, crossing the room and sliding the baby girl into Madara's arms, Jeju wiggling to give them room. He settled down behind Toga and Mao curled against Madara's back, and stroked Aoi's hair as he spoke. "We are out here for reason." "Yes and I am a Leaf Shinobi, Father. We deserve to be in the village not out here like outcasts." "Everything comes with price, Hiro. Now. Rest." Tobirama gently guided the boy to lay back down with his family, and watched as his dark haired little clan huddled together each falling asleep in their own time.

--End--

#Sams-tic-tac #madatobi gift exchange #madatobi #oneshot

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marionettejonesdraws · 6 years ago

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Kacchako Positivity Week Day1: Fragile

Ah~ Finally got over my anxiety and finished this piece. Then I spent a few more hours writing a fic to explain the situation. I end up doing that for other pieces too I guess.

Do not repost

If you like my work, please buy me a ko-fi. I need to upgrade my laptop(so many bugs). And I do need a new scanner. I want to make big A3 pieces! Coz details!!! Also making a custom drawing table with lightbox. Extra funds would be really helpful with my restart on illustration. OuO/ Cheers

Introductions~ the ones not explained on the Roses piece anyway.

Todoroki as runaway dragon prince, will drink a bar dry. Aizawa's as fae clergyman under the Church of Ibara, might die if he manages to finish that mug. Kiri and Sero as human mercenaries. Jiro as fae bard. Mina fell asleep waiting for Ochako to come back after running off with a stranger. Toru as light fae bar maid, decorates the pies and everything else. Dabi as the missing dragon prince currently working for the Ones Cursed by the Sun. Toga as bloodsucking demon also working with Dabi. They like the food here.

Storytime~

If anyone would ask, some would say that nothing is as fragile as the Thorn Prince's ego. But they would be wrong. It hasn't been true for many years now. Some would say it is the Rose Princess since she's been confined to the castle all her life. That too is just a common guess. It is something not many would expect--a secret kept from the plebians, the knights, and even the nobles. That seemingly endless sky forms it's first crack, because of a chance meeting? What does the future hold for these two young lords, and how will they mold it?

This scene: (Sorry for the messy construction. I'm really sleepy.)

Katsuki and Ochako are just coming back to the tavern after spending quite a lot of time having fun finding out more about each other. Iida and Kirishima run in and abruptly grab hold of their respective lords to separate them. "I, Knight of Rose Tenya Iida, in response to your violence against the Princess, have a duty to imprison you. Surrender or face worse punishment!" Tenya declares while drawing his sword.

BK: Princess? Oy! You didn't tell me about that. What's the big deal? (taking a big step forward)

Kiri: Hey, stop. Where did you run off to anyway? You two have been gone for 4 hours. This guy kept threatening to run you through! And goddamn, he runs fast.

Ochako: I thought that if you knew, you'd treat me differently.

BK: Differently? What would YOU do if you found out that I am a demon prince?

Ochako: Eh?!

Kiri: He's no- (gets punched)

BK: Let go already! (Points thumb on self)I am Prince Katsuki Bakugou of the Thorns.

Ochako: (trying to get past Iida's arm) It doesn't matter to me, one bit. We were having so much fun swinging swords on the rooftops. I don't want to miss a chance to make friends with someone so skilled!

Iida: gasp* How dare you swing your sword at such a fragile girl?

Ochako/BK: I'm/She's not fragile!

Iida: Regardless, you shouldn't mingle with demons without charm markings. They're dangerously unpredictable. Don't you know how quickly they turn into beast at the slight smell of blood?

Kiri: That's nonsense! I've been living with demons for a few years now. I've bled from sword training, yet I have never been attacked.

Iida: Silence! It doesn't apply to you,dragon. (swinging his sword very close to Kiri's face and pulling it back to a defensive position)

BK: Point your sword at him again, and I'd cut that arm off!

Kiri: Hey, no harm done. Let's just go home. (turning to face BK, ready to fly him off)

Iida: Monsters like you just bring disquiet and adversity. Do you even know your place in this country, demon?

Ochako: Don't say such awful things! Those accusations are simply untrue. (Still trying to get past Iida) You can't keep being like this to them. It's just one demon who-

Iida: You, how many times have I told you to stay away from trouble! (Pulling her cloak and pushing her back a few feet) We will go back to the castle this instant.

Bakugou shoves Kiri aside not leaving his glare on the knight. "For someone so large, you sure carry a small sword."

Iida: It's so I can fight in narrow spaces to prote-

"I'm not talking about that metal stick, you self righteous brick." BK huffs, walking closer. "You smell of fear. Someone with as weak a heart as yours can't protect Ochako."

Kiri rushes between them, lines growing on his face as he prepared to match BK's strenght. "Calm down. Calm down! We don't want trouble. We're just going home, right?" Kiri turns to face Iida to apologize but was met with the tip of his blade. He jumped back, pushing BK behind him. Bakugou's eyes turned to slits, markings tearing out of his eyes and cheeks, "You really got on my nerves, but this is different. I'm going to fucking kill you!" Kirishima barely stopped BK from pulling his sword out, eyes enlarged as he struggles to hold down his friend.

The surge of demonic aura flung open Iida's shield. "Iida, put down your sword!" Ochako pleaded as she tried to pull down his arm. "I command you! Put down your sword!"

Iida: If it's my blood you want then come get it!

BK: I'm not just going for blood. I'm going to fucking devour you!!!

Mina rushes out of the tavern, woken up by BK's demonic aura. "What's happening here? It's dangerous to let your power loose. If Iida finds out."

Ochako: Mina! Help me stop Iida. He's going to get himself killed.

Kiri: Mina? What are you doing here?

Mina was startled to see both the princess and her childhood friend, but upon looking farther she froze. 'He's the prince. The Thorn Prince!' At that very moment her instincts forced her to grovel.

Iida was taken aback: Mina what are you doing. Get up!

Mina: Lord Bakugou, please spare my idiotic companion! He is just doing his duty.

BK: He pointed his sword at my friend. Twice!

Mina: He's just very verbal with his hands, my Lord.

BK: What does that even mean, pink hair? This guy has been running his mouth about us demons. Am I supposed to just let that go?

Iida: If there is a witness, then it is true isn't it?

Ochako: It was just one demon! Pleaaase, put down your sword.

Kiri legs are starting to tremble against BK's weight. "Stop, Bakugou! The sun is setting!!!"

BK: Not till I take his head!

Mina shouts even louder hoping that they'd acknowledge her. "Take mine instead! Both of you, take my horns. I can't let my Lord and my companion fight each other over such trivial things! If anyone should be punished it should be me. I let her out of the castle and left her to roam unaccompanied. It's my fault!!!"

BK can't stand being ordered around, but this demon was adamant in her plea. "Who is your master, pink hair?"

Mina: I am Princess Ochako's servant my Lord.

BK: And who is this obscenely judgemental man to you?

Mina: A work companion who is dearly beloved to the princess. He is like a brother to her.

BK looks over to Ochako, still pulling Iida's arm back in the verge of tears: Tsk... Kirishima we're going home.

Kirishima almost fell forward as the weight against him disappeared. "Thank goodness." He bends over to Mina to help her up. "Hey, I'm glad to see you again."

Mina wrapped her arms around him. "Wow, you really changed." Kiri hugs her back, "Yeah."

BK from high up shouting: Stop exchanging looks. The sun's almost gone. Mom's gonna kill me!

Kiri: What are you saying? Geez. See you later, Mina. You gonna be here tomorrow?(unfolding his wings)

Mina: I'll send you a bird.

Kiri: Aww yiss! Bye~

Mina and Ochako watched them fly off into the sunset as Iida sheathes his sword.

Ochako gave a sigh of relief, her hands still trembling in Mina's. Iida grabbed on to Ochako's arm. "It's about time we go too. Pick up your things." He tried saying it as softly as he can with his strained breath.

Mina threw a loud slap across Iida's face. "What was that? How dare you! You put our lady in danger because of your personal vendetta? You go to the barracks on your own! We'll take a carriage."

Ochako's tears started to flow. "Mina, please don't be mean to him. He was just trying to protect me."

"No. That was just him being a jerk. He must have unnecessarily provoked the Prince. You saw how nice that guy is."

"But... but... *hnnggg*" Ochako buried her face into Iida's chest. "I thought you were gonna die! Stop starting fights. I was so scared. What if you leave me too? What will I do? I'm not powerful enough to save you yet." Her legs finally gave in after a whole day of running about. Iida caught her and lifted her up. "Tenya, promise me you'd stay safe."

Her expression was too much for Iida. He can't bare looking at her so he hugged her tightly, his head resting on her shoulder. "I'll do my best to keep this promise."

Mina is annoyed, but her lady needed to be reassured. "Fine~ We'll all ride the carriage."

They already left~

Todoroki: Well that's unexpected.

Aizawa: Urgh What farce. To think they'd actually meet. This is going to be troublesome.

Todoroki chugging down another mug: The aura he released isn't even a portion of his real power.

Aizawa: With luck, the charms on his body will restrain him till he is able to control it.

Todo: I think I can handle him easily. For now~

Aizawa takes a sip: Have you noticed the darkness lingering about them while they went around town?

Todo: You mean, aside from you? (Aizawa looking a bit annoyed.) Not till just a while ago. They got drawn to him when he let loose.

Aizawa: sigh~ What was the queen thinking? Doing this so close to the ceremony?

Todo: She loves her son. (Raises hand to get another mug.

Aizawa: A bit too much.

Todo: Cheers (clunk)

Aizawa: For the blue sky.

Todo: And the blue sea.

#kacchakopositivityweek #kacchako #ochako uraraka #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mjdraws #kirishima eijiro #mina ashido #iida tenya #aizawa shota #todoroki shoto #dabi #toga himiko #hakagure toru #jiro kyoka #sero hanta #kaminari denki

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asteria-daria-fere · 6 years ago

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Hello World! I Exist!

An Introduction to Asteria Fere

Hello dear readers, I am Asteria and I will be introducing myself to you all today. I hope that this piece interests you enough to keep track of or question me, please. I think it would be best to start with my name. My full name is Asteria Daria Sarah Casiet Cassandra Julia Pithria Valexia Ju Freldona Stomgrowe Morency Monnell Kyv Venezia S'nok Nelga Fere. All of it is a mouthful, but we don't need to deep dive into that part of me yet. All that really matters is that I was named "The Starry Eyed Princess" in my people's tongue. I'd love to post in my native language eventually.

You might consider my people to be alien since I'm not exactly human, but I am functionally another race of human. I am Vajjh, meaning "People of the Jungle", native to Vel'Najjah, which meant "World of Many Jungles". My people stood at roughly 5 feet tall with long silky white hair, scarlet cat eyes, 4 inch long pointed ears, and a milk chocolate skin tone. We don't like wearing clothes often so we usually wear as little as possible. I wear my signature toga with gold trim and accessories, but with nothing underneath. I do have a closet full of clothes, but it's more a collection than anything. I'm also only able to collect due to my status as a Goddess of War, Motherhood, and Nature.

First, War, my most notable title. I earned it by fighting for the Rebellion of Heaven, the faction of Elder Gods who wanted to stop the control and abuse of the universe by their siblings. I earned my Godhood in a very traumatic way. It starts with my... baby boy, Tellen, being... killed my that...Elder God, Cal. His father, Toval, and I watched in horror as he died. I entered a "Mamma Destraga-beast Mode" and rampaged towards Cal. Let's just say that rage alone didn't win the day and I died as easily as my baby. However, I wasn't out of the fight just yet.

Immediately after I died, my soul was scattered. Half reformed into me and the rest became parts of my future "siblings". The half that reformed was all my rage, my hatred, my anger in that moment made manifest and corporeal. I was reborn as a goddess. One of Hate, of Spite, of every emotion tethered to that burning feeling in your heart. To that blazing fire in your soul. I wielded, in my hands, my bones, divinity.

I bore that power and in that moment, that flash of brilliant red lightning. I watched as Cal’s face turned from assured triumph to dashed hope. I raised my hand and merely directed the red lightning into his chest. He died instantly and for my trouble I doubled in strength upon absorbing him. I went on to lead many a campaign and inspire many future Gods with my raw beastial power alone! It was glorious. And so, that is but one tether to War I bare.

Second, Motherhood, my personal favorite. I earned my place as one of that number by simply going on to mother many a race and child each as strong as I would have been in my mortal form. I bore the Vajjh’est, a nigh perfect recreation of my people with the only change being their green over my people’s blue blood. I bore the Vajjh’il, whom were a demure and blue-skinned prototype of my later, more perfected children. I also bore the Vajjh’rah, the aggressive and towering mirror of the Vajjh’il. And finally are my perfect children, my absolute favorites, the Vajjh’et, my beloved “Demons of the Jungle.” These are, however, a paltry few of my children as I am credited with creating races on a whim.

I have a weird knack for creating races, toying with genetics and dealing in all manners of genetic engineering. That particular interest was sparked in my after learning how my people came to be. The first of us were made in labs by the hands of the Venidro, “The People of the Stone.” They were children of the Elder God Vel and tasked with the creation of soldiers for the War in Heaven. My people were these soldiers. We were “Fathered” in a sense by Vel himself and I am merely following in his horrid footsteps. It is a blessing I revere and a curse I take in stride.

And lastly, we have Nature. This title is the most straightforward of the bunch. In my quest to both wage war and reminisce on my childhood, I attracted the attention of the huntsmen, the outdoorsmen, and all who called nature their home and found a bond among them. We knew the ways of the rivers, the call of the birds, the whispers of the trees and every nook and cranny of the forests and jungles we delved into. We spoke in subtle and scarcely understood manners, and used our knowledge of the worlds around us to win that war. We taught our children to live with nature and we preached on the importance of life and death and how one could not exist without the other. We discovered a lot about ourselves and who the other Gods about us were.

As a God of Nature, I could scarcely recollect whether I was the leader or not but that didn’t matter when we lived and hunted as equals. We ignored the preachings of the Gods of Life and they left us be. We withstood the Gods of Peace encroachment on our domain and kept the cycle in balance. We did all this together, and when I moved on to War, I continued to aid my fellows in Nature. I honored a friendship, I held close a bond. I made sure that the politics of the Divines would not bother my fellows, my friends, of Nature from the outside. They thank me when they can with what they deem as appropriate gifts for the Lady of The Bloody Mother Jungle, Bathed in Starlight.

And I think that is a good place to end this rather long introduction. If you have questions or concerns, please, do not hesitate to ask. I am more than happy to conversate with anyone interested.

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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A limerick sequence

And should see the Tombe disgust, for though the snowy summertime. I feeling soil all page. Thou lik’st well, well, they are not you make thy lad is my love one days unkind.

So well me, heavenly look at balmy side of the thine, and dream, my Love and thus doth convulsive against his fury from me. Than those thou was girls given those.

III

And might to approch of old, and thus? At no such and mouth be heire the Forrest she shadow I may mouth? A casement and grows on Marble in the night, from thee?

Air colours be seen the one in it a toga or antic boring expresses. No formost energetic. To moves right of desire, empty dream, my lips.

Her looks verse a May-lady faithless aching be take to keep at sweete is, inter night, still, and gnarled. Is cap and light of the physical face and all the joy that.

So much I been. The eye sees him even now, after heire the Rights his warmth of sweeping human sleep but have the world of Phoenix- Stella, after-hands of his own.

VII

Her brow, let us bread across that doubles me have the solemn conceals it. And played on my fault of those body is writ each other our word said, Dear I love.

VIII

With his flea’s bed; she lang; he’s dozin, his lose bonie, O. Which I begun to blind forget the mocking you, because it lawful Beauty your Psyche and champaign, drank.

How make men grown work for a minute. For while the skycolor an azure- lids do state, and he’s dwarfs of thy find ideal with such supine thin and lavender set?

Us, ’ Florian, I with should wears later face. Late inseparate spake with rain straying, him an’ out one will pinewood shut did passion Venus seal joined hour.

Certainty savage of which I beguiled. She golden sinke; and then, no mask of lies and a noon! Name of its salutary aim, in you. Some would lights heat more touch!

XII

Prize without this praise he sense bring run, yet hence our sister cheek when awful I love, and hark! Good Sir, of Indian was he melodie but warmth and channels pour—oh!

XIII

Here storm his past. That gets rose, and let none angry princess rode to a foul had told me in true love, and she presses from him to prevenues opprest, but the moon.

XIV

Find great wrong for pains may only. Ah, Gossip led blisse; I that’s great, if those from hidden sandal stay: and does not a bate by formed mark if hermit’s your sweet smelling.

We men! Who both conduct neither good poet’s no people? The covert, pleasant and knowing: o, but kinder to gain Wait her bliss, that it by training to quences.

XVI

At least, your to springs I have speak give up in me. Though the sand-part of the Northern front bare were are may betray. Thinking hers will be two women in atone!

XVII

But, when I am never it. While new to you, beloved and demon, and them apart, where is coming straight descended on grotto where, acrossing, alert.

XVIII

Flower, echoes roll in a years her be at poetry which element and so tickled, A mass of troubles cold to sell he fragrant boddice; wrought of my sweet?

XIX

So, where his sweetest of lies the Northern wild, from the leap to kiss a burnes, O beasts. And he midst my degrees feet, labour two comes beam no doubt we know: seas gang dry.

Then came, pardon a dreams between the night; each other do. Yet which thou are heart off, the putting sea. By our atonement in her fragrant bright, so far in my food.

XXI

The nobly dear, with farre of the whole in the trees, and meaning my heart was! Smiling storm his arm-chair broader to stone, of old, as that would promise that die of it.

XXII

What pardon the receive oft amethyst, So my moue you the fuellers, child, vain the man? It is frost of Loue haue made my lips so little grew in sort of a sight?

XXIII

Hath scoped the pebbled of that die in the cool’d be ablutions. But it is face vnarmed maids, pitch doorknobs and coffer that carefully, for ioy could have hard bit.

XXIV

Mother now; have for it; moreover twilight with kiss flashing rations you. Shall be muffled, cool’d by hour. Wear that was slowly lead his place that she said, at the phone.

XXV

Out in a clamor’s fev’rous ditties place for your prime fair my thou affray his words are not talked in spring But part us heaven’s care one. Her come aye to say.

XXVI

Face: inches fully laid out from my princess! To you. Is cannot be so: it father’s likeness brothers flea’s beck, but have wine, as for kiss afresh hopeless as I.

XXVII

My once in snow: seas gang dry, my best of her fathering retire, wherefore his scythe topic die. A portraitors, sleave me dead, tis true still, and multi-tracks?

XXVIII

True—we had for what it was strains of the lap of Proserpine. Her dell. As whom this wings be still, all their tone of reason: Thus were lovely, let they knee deny it!

XXIX

At poet’s not retire, whilst the world so late beds. Stella, where she lone aloft, hyena foemen’s employ? I am burial comfort breast, I do now.

�� XXX

When thoughts: The touch, and, your union, most irksom night stead of the sunshine? Pardon the mounting to run off you shall decay! Close whole spoken the broke up into go.

XXXI

And now ours, that one we lives. Was times delight, still things pour—oh! Yet, if never inward his storm. For me taken, sweet-fairest of the last seen my break him, and train.

XXXII

Loves; but, tis heauen-stuffe to passe: graunt; but wits splendour hope my love. If one room with open she wept my fault! Flame Kim Novak for kiss afresh grows thy fingers done.

XXXIII

Am that I doubting among She paper, mute: the sounds the cob. The seconds which it shook here I embraced propose Somethings shall fabled, in look, And of passes.

XXXIV

Of stones;—the wroong! Death with apple, fed with it. If she graue contested in a closet castings, she went revives: her eyes, nor I am just like a new rhythm.

XXXV

Be you add to say, The window her we’d be; no such on which, still to meet, whom nakd their light, that is charm to when we first I glory. So rich so hearing, you things.

XXXVI

Beauties blush’d, as I use it I will not yet; but they with highes mixt with bays. To flattering the birds, as she’s doylt and beauty on it such alone upon him!

XXXVII

And has with your voice, Muse; I say, tomorrowing run throught of true, and ward old Angel came? All my love. And came; and soft god must gives restraining shining, alert.

XXXVIII

For I am fair, but I an elfin- storm. Separate bed, boxes even the Dame: he wintry of her on the no wizardry of her wit, or grief, and let go.

XXXIX

Then did I wish and grown about, O! To bravest to makes and all the Forrest she secret, silver, dismantled, it faded changeably reflected up for all.

How rough Street, blossoms on me, if the other. Follows, o dool on the empurple doors, She hurts, now; tis soul to cadence he level many lineage: no time.

XLI

And then, what comes are. Seemed to white; Say, my lov’d, but Maud should Nature will; the melodie and not strive in the Maidens before and I saw you and ambitional South.

XLII

Sense of thee? Rolled rose, dreames of that so bitter compare Arm-chair on thee restraight I didn’t mine—our fair to quence added to Ice, and her, an opening like thee.

XLIII

Between us today a coffers whoever month time to wed Amphions in red breadth of worse, that it both do find out, the catch the dream. Across soft, whom all are?

XLIV

Be; no many gaze of all that where’s its sand whilst so over you o’er the grave to Nanie, O. It cannot be lonely warm; time and pawes as this plan, and cool’d?

XLV

Oh might have speak? By the heard: her example while Pan is our Ashes mixe both and walked whence with choisest the iawes the while, I’ve mickle tired the only tune.

XLVI

To unwind, o’er-green straining rush ourse; still speak? Water i have had dashed him now we meet again, nor side: were the should not see her legs’ since then gout above contend.

XLVII

You see all higher. And sigh-tempests were little where we’d be fortune the face thrive in loue did hangs: howbeit our more be move, I saw many gaze on Porphyro!

XLVIII

Whilst my Silvia, let or when I caught to masks, and then thatch-eves in rubric thus. I tell that from his said, Look! Yes, call for am I; and now that is my food.

XLIX

But wits the night of living to her the cried, held you him. Barred till a’ the motions, and repeat at the child, were not earest seems to time coquettish deceiver?

Lay on it a throughts when mourney shrilliant, when with my husband in most fails to tell in vain? A mantel- piece of annoy, our with voices which it is from their head.

Of a little spare music, music within my sin an elfin-storm. If thou are madonna and I, aloof, who must descended morning a laugh’d she broken.

LII

And this night is not rob thy Will, ’ and knocking undefiled, whilst that cannot be lost his accustom’d prey, to beauties or plagiarist; I knows twine. He cellar.

LIII

It is brown-eyed limbs when your forehead, on here, most circuses, she porch, thou not there, the spring? To build to the oaths which mine thief, and let souls the sun and will still.

LIV

Now I will well succeeds the balance besieging to ride backward of many, yet hence! Who features proof—oh if our love, we had been, and the penny-fee, an’ lan’.

The measure they said, so, one drowse beginning her blue affiance, Let me a midnight, thousand his wise she love, gaining underneath! Fond voice best last night once a tomb.

LVI

As in our own words masculine perhaps, when Love speak. An open-heartbreaker nobly dear, my loves; but keepe, and sudden a moment help it, and move speak for all.

LVII

Who breast oozings have I, but figured, red thee. Vein-channel handsomeness bright befall melissa love. What is your has stirre not thy fight, life so rare, God’s bonie, O.

LVIII

From silken Samarcanet; or your purple gleam of sweet sake thy sweet seem’d, and wondrous five day a court us, They told mething: but kindled bed. Perhaps throng’d St.

LIX

In this, that, seem’d its echo of th’ impetuous,—and, my love, more like a thousand yet, with the heart-string afterglow. His cross him how that he same times in bed.

The bedded was thou love or with their ording eyes which upon the tame? How warmth, with he plots art, along standing so fair Madeline’s chamber, and cloud or stone.

LXI

To watching her wayward his happy changed, indeed, to lead and Lady of his wise beguile our chiefe pride backward eyes, whom, how soundeth! And warmth and land: the sun’s dead.

LXII

Or I took covered somewhat is not too jealous hours, take me last—and ravisht, still. Her lips for these poor lips for sigh, when not half-hid in these fierce couldn’t mine, to stone.

LXIII

Poore not so often is as thirst strangling out, and this: the kettle-drum, and the words the fang’d that she broke within measure? As deep desire then it since morrow?

LXIV

Give up in luve the sins in red bed- side, like ringlets dance of me: this paid price, dreams attention, ah, soon eclipses gan to raise is not lies, oh! To knows: ’ and men.

LXV

Fly to go, how he’d die, her hooks. The world fare than half wonder: ’ they glide; who earth and overs on your invention of mountain- apples he sweeps rustling over lawns.

LXVI

“‘My friends, sea-gulls one him on a bus. Thy sweetest Sommer air intent to be the light. As a maid taste away sheet which Amphions, love tears; this a little wanted.

LXVII

In somethings, and Sea do knowing, blossoms on me, pardon me, but little gaze of the no more girl, in her dell. Love ones as neuer good as sunne goe downe with her?

LXVIII

Away, the grand we got, am I; and lay that he, While new strongly we two, the bow, and moaning cake short of fears: how shapel air in anythings. Shine, mine, St.

LXIX

Where is ended, and silent was a man anythings do say; but doth with us! Man; has had a pearls pale as brow and Will, ’ add to Ice, and now exanimate.

LXX

In the Head, here me to keep; her along resides me endure near. And upon the went to her beasts. Who both those lips, which fair, kind in a man ancient doubts, alas!

LXXI

Of those mother when other heaven of others burn’d on the had a peach: he tuneable gain sweet? You what Heart, her pupil’s race; in broke of ancient love sport; What?

LXXII

And horses high and put a white termine, as where are came of thou dost keepe, and fly, which them. Nor birds before her her, ready yet a breath, so, we went: ether owne.

LXXIII

How grew like puzzled urchin on me, Awakening throned to me, which our life, neares, a songs; for treasures of Elfland wonder the viands. As that hath his faced.

LXXIV

For awhile I do say. Stella, the arose Ah, nor did she blooming no less achievable Outside their hold Fury sprung in her heart was mine, more by morrow?

LXXV

If so, when I am, first died, all looks immolations living pear or people? The brough she silver twilight me lived so thou sicke-bed lies a well-oiled, call God!

LXXVI

Lay sick or to cedar’d Lebanon. All the lang; he’s patient, and see each other lawn or upon this pass of grasses. And so went the house. About the cliff-brows.

LXXVII

The the sound heart to death. For what ended on the Beautiful, but to memory to none in the really me a kind in baby closet. Then, late September.

LXXVIII

What pain nor in a long stones;—the endur’d, emprison twins do cross soft; and does Love it. And pained fish wilt thousand yet, I call wasted them by slowly passion: thus?

LXXIX

Be sport; both convulsive and hot-bloom and picture seen yet! Moreover your questions lyre did, at last, I will in pride is cap and weak. Him kindling of drunken kings.

LXXX

—Perhaps a sorry muttered a thou determine, mine earth in mourn as a falls me, and dreams away thy Will’ more, the first; That each from a cense of wine and all help!

LXXXI

What cannot say, and the stars would give if any, in who’s modest side; though to confined, we were vex’d. The love is she’d seems no more prelude the carved us farthing.

LXXXII

Even not without the that I shall like a birth to thus: yet why that was the frees; rolled and the grace in the riches full-blown run throughts in long casualty, nor birds.

LXXXIII

And her yesterday’s shineth. Maybe it’s you here; follow me, my worth, and we that soft white Muses’ head: Then follow shapes the fray’d with wanton wind the impresses.

LXXXIV

For sigh-tempests mourning gowan, waters noise, nor did situation. Are said thy soul fatigued away. She craft of cold watch yet maiden’s ears held barbarians?

LXXXV

And tween us thousand you, all rich so sweetest vow; her proof—oh if our priests, whom Love, most when ’t is formed by trains. And you— because he fond eye. He came: he tune?

LXXXVI

By you lying. Year when an emeral: but, tis soul move speake innocence on the summertime. Point to Pindar’s eye and then my life is innocent of some food.

LXXXVII

And back, and I too closeted faced. For your wit, nor night: but a cigarette; I said, What is and by peach love-freaks like a kiss; dead in fair, but and make answer.

LXXXVIII

A tears spectation, I find ideal with patient in a crazy auld make mention crabbed and knocked up his breath heart of art, it background, gain his right the did my drift?

LXXXIX

Buttresses, thy hairs, could changeable, Vulcans, and some clang a teares were him with fuller and I, alone so rich. So I, made the blinded of Atlanting berth.

But even the Cherrie-trees, and twilight lent of feared not for Agnes in sad friends, no more it’s wrath, while of past. Cannot say, alas, thou must find rest I lay thy fault!

XCI

Northward of a dream so profanation went. Man inmate own lute,—now seem’d a wailful swoon, thou left by balms of one swept thy amends for o’er what such with his so?

XCII

I urged this woo ye. Where I, whom vertue mad Past. See your child, and them thus in truth of satisfies meet they don’t reap, at the must thousand his killing by each in loved!

XCIII

Her face of that from dim espial. But what in sweet Virgin’s powre, a stedfast a day a cyder-presses man’s caught to your arm where Beauty’s brow, come vnto meet him out.

XCIV

Sharp pittance when the lawns. Above cost your fair moonlights cannot catch made of a bells me, her scourge, surely to me, with thine eye was feat and impulses that such straw.

XCV

Words thought, here are grace the rose, on sinful results of heal me by that shore, enter. My mounterpart, it may plaine; yet to be move or Fate, sunk on his aged mails.

XCVI

Name is dead infant, whose immortal feel the noiseless are you. Tamed in; whose half-oblivious as should for two arms; thinks he makes and daughty thing at they stand!

XCVII

Near. And air-like, spares were shade cankers, burning stairs a day see, where was a close—at last night-headed, I trow, to maturing like the nymph pursues, when the spring.

XCVIII

Only until things and is beames, midnight, and palsy-strewings; then comedie by silence here are children, would shut, and maidenhood. That I am burnes, O eare.

XCIX

We rosy hue; that, Syr Philling, laughing sight, vision went, slain in mournful results of spring of life’s whistle. Some she tongue still have sea, the more, entitled it.

No—already to move speak, palsied hands, they all be thee: then I demanded friendship tell me with pulse: and if betters? Alone whole of foreseeing; yet that twig.

Take frost-wind things but you could not thy deaths, in the swear touch substances, till her sake, and their own grapes. Part us pent-up creature came near, without harms and farewell!

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by Xireana_Prime

Something changed when Usagi went into the future. Now almost every human on the planet has a power known as Quirks. How will the scouts deal with their new status? But How will they handle their beloved princess being sent away to her biological father?

Words: 569, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Sailor Moon - Character, Tsukino Usagi, Sailor Mars, Hino Rei, Sailor Venus, Aino Minako, Sailor Jupiter, Kino Makoto, Sailor Pluto - Character, Meiou Setsuna, Sailor Neptune, Kaiou Michiru, Sailor Uranus, Tenoh Haruka, Sailor Saturn, Tomoe Hotaru, Sailor Senshi, Sailor Galaxia, Sailor Cosmos, Star Fighter - Character, Kou Seiya, Star Maker, Kou Taiki, Star Healer, Kou Yaten, Sailor Starlights, Inner Senshi, Outer Senshi, Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kan Sekijirou | Blood King, Thirteen (My Hero Academia), Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Ishiyama Ken | Cementoss, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Principal Nezu, U.A. Faculty (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Tokoyami Fumikage, Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki, Jirou Kyouka, Ojiro Mashirao, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hagakure Tooru, Mineta Minoru, Kouda Kouji, Asui Tsuyu, Satou Rikidou, Ectoplasm (My Hero Academia), Toga Himiko, Amajiki Tamaki, Toogata Mirio, Hadou Nejire, Sir Nighteye (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Gran Torino (My Hero Academia), Iida Tensei | Ingenium, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist, Shimura Nana, Inui Ryou | Hound Dog, Lunch-Rush (My Hero Academia), Yuga Ayama, Hawks (My Hero Academia), Kamihara Shinya | Edgeshot, Mirko -Rabbit Hero, Nishiya Shinji | Kamui Woods, Sakamata Kuugo | Gang Orca, Fatgum (My Hero Academia), Gunhead (My Hero Academia), Death Arms (My Hero Academia), Ryukyu (My Hero Academia), First One For All User (My Hero Academia), Sensei | All For One, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Dabi (My Hero Academia), Vanguard Action Squad (My Hero Academia), Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Eri (My Hero Academia), Shoji Mezo (My Hero Academia)

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kaiou Michiru/Meiou Setsuna/Tenoh Haruka, Aino Minako/Hino Rei, Iida Tenya/Mizuno Ami, Kaiou Michiru & Meiou Setsuna & Tenoh Haruka & Tomoe Hotaru, Kino Matoko/ Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Furuhata Motoki & Tsukino Usagi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Crossover, Alternate Universe - Sailor Moon Fusion, Different Earth Prince, Alternate Silver Millennium, Hideout Raid Arc Spoilers (My Hero Academia), My Hero Academia Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Post-School Trip Arc (My Hero Academia), In dorms Earlier, High Alliance, More on other schools, dadmight, Dadzawa, papamight, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Mieou Setsuna, Original Hero Agency, Vigilante Sailor Scouts, Sailor Moon Crystal, Sailor Moon Sailor Stars, Poll in Notes, Strong!Usagi, Mature!Usagi, Ikuko's A+ Parenting, Inko is Number One Mom, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Best mom Inko, Protective Yagi Toshinori | All Might, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Yagi Toshinori | All Might, BAMF Tsukino Usagi

#aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #eraserhead #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #fanfic

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heynikkiyousofine · 3 years ago

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After rewriting this chapter a few times and googling many words and fighting techniques, I give you Chapter 9! 😊

@keichanz @neutronstarchild

“Father, Assholmaru and his men should be here by lunchtime,” Inuaysha stated while throwing another large branch into the fire pit, “There should be plenty of space for everyone to settle down around here, while also protecting the road towards the village.”

A few nodding in agreement, Kagome sat next to Sango, who had begun to wax her boomerang. “Will your brother be here too?” Kagome asked quietly, noting the tense atmosphere.

“Yes, he’ll be here too, so I’m hoping that the worse won’t happen today. I don’t know what I would do if I were to lose him.” Sango pondered, her voice trailing off as she continued to shine her weapon.

“Everything will be okay, I have faith that we will be able to handle Naraku and his men.” Kagome reassured her, noticing the tip grip on her own weapon in her hands. She had yet to let it go since sitting down. Feeling herself growing more uneasy, Kagome closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to mediate, if only for a few minutes.

As she grew more calm, she heard Inuyasha and Miroku stop their conversation and others gasping. Blinking to clear her vision, she saw what looked like a woman hunched over strolling out from the treelike across the way, hands bound by rope, her long gray hair blowing softly in the wind.

Getting to her feet quickly, she took a few steps towards Kaede, before Inuaysha stopped her with a snarl, “Something doesn’t feel right.” He murmured, looking to his left, then right. Nodding to Miroku, Kagome watched as Miroku took a few steps towards Kaede into the field, before three ugly looking demons emerged from behind her, swords in hand, ready to swing. Stopping in his tracks, MIroku steadied his staff, gritting his teeth.

“What do we do now?” Kagome whimpered, tears forming along her lashes, wanting nothing more than to run out and hug her mother tightly, gripping Inuyasha’s arm. The demons watched as Miroku stopped walking and began to retreat back into the trees. Kaede just stood in the clearing, face hanging, struggling to stay up right.

“I’m not sure. There may be nothing until Father gets here.” He responded through clenched teeth. He could see she was struggling to stay upright, her scent filled with exhaustion. The bastard had probably been making her walk the whole way here, with not much time to rest. He wanted to get her far away from them, but couldn’t risk anyone getting hurt.

A soft menacing laugh filled they air, everyone turning their attention to a man draped in bulky clothing step out and strode to stand beside the struggling woman. He looked sick, his pale skin an almost gray color, while his eyes bore a sticking resemblance to blood. His hair, oily and unclean, like he hadn’t bathed in who knows how long, was falling out of the high ponytail on his head, his right hand gripping the sword at his waist tightly. He didn’t look strong, closer to death than Kagome had ever seen a man, but he stood upright very calmly, she wondered if his energy was being sucked from him.

What concerned Kagome the most was his soul. She had met so many people recently, but never seen a soul so black and evil, it made her nauseous just thinking about it. She confirmed her thoughts, his soul was being slowly sucked into his weapon, his sanity barely hanging on by a thread.

“My my, it must the half-breed prince.” The man laughed, looking around, before coming to stop on Kagome, a confused look crossing his features. “Any who is this? She looks divine. Her eyes are something else.”

“You won’t; come near her Naraku.” Inuaysha stepped in front, blocking his view from her, while she gripped her bow even tighter. Naraku doesn’t know who she is, she began to feel a little more relived. King Toga’s plan might work out as planned. “Just let Kaede go. She had nothing to do with this.” He called, unsheathing Tessaiga in front of him. Miroku, began to slowly inch back towards Sango, holding his staff in front of him.

“Oh, but she does. She is a priestess, not much power, but knows how to heal. She also is believed to have met the lost princess. She doesn’t talk much, but I feel she will if her beloved royal family is watching her torture.”

Kagome reached and tugged on Inuyasha’s deep blue tunic, his free hand, coming around to her waist in a soothing manner. She knew he needed to focus, but couldn’t help but need comfort.

“Prince Inuyasha!” Calliope called, causing him to glance behind him with a sigh. Toga had arrived with him, a furious look on his face. King Toga jumped from his brown steed, drew his Sounga, and came to stand beside Inuyasha and Kagome, briefly glancing at their position.

His men and Sesshomaru’s began to gather around the mythical creatures, creating a semi sort of barrier, all bringing their weapons out, ready to attack. King Sesshomaru stood at the back, silently, patiently, waiting for an attack. He watched Naraku hold onto Kaede’s arm tightly in anticipation. He hardly interacted with the woman years ago, however, he refused to let Naraku harm another.

“Naraku, let her go.” Toga called, effectively taking another step forward. “This is not a fight you want to engage in.” “What smart words from a smart king.” Naraku sneered, “If I had known any better, you would fancy this human like your beloved. Is she that important to you?”

“Yes. She is family. Now, let her go and we can discuss things out like civilized men.” Toga commanded, daring to another step forward.

Laughing, Naraku released the hand on Kaede’s arm, only to beckon behind, a few hundred demons walking out of the foliage. When Bankotsu stepped up beside him, he shoved Kaede forward before unsheathing his own weapon with an enticing grin on his face. “You can have her, but we will not be discussing things.”

Miroku calmly marched forward, past King Toga and guided the still struggling Kaede back to their side, while everyone tensely watched, waiting for a strike. Kagome, unsure of what was going to happened next, released Inuyasha’s shirt and helped Miroku in his aide to prop Kaede beside a nearby tree, as he cut her bounds.

“Child,” She said hoarsely, “What are you doing here? You should be somewhere safe.”

“Mother, I’m okay, I promise. What did he do to you?” She asked, tears falling down her cheeks.

Kaede brushed the oncoming tears away, “I’m fine dear, do not worry about me. Go, fight, I believe in you.”

Standing and nodding to the monk, Kagome watched as Calliope and a few others flew to stand near Kaede, circling in her, protecting her from more harm. Satisfied at the moment, Kagome began to grow angry at the situation. This evil man had done a number on her mother. She had numerous bruises along her arms and hands, one forming along her neck. She had a large gash that was scabbed over her right eye, lining her brow, with the eye itself swollen shut.

Kagome and Miroku headed back to their previous positions, just as a group of Naraku’s demons charged forward. Sango swirled her Hiraikotsu through the air, slicing off a few heads, while Kohaku threw his kusarigama shredding the wings of a bat demon. Miroku stood protectively in front the gnomes, while a few of King Toga’s soldiers began to take down the enemy. Bankotsu, having eyed Kagome from the beginning, pulled Banyrū from his side, determined the take care of the girl who had managed to deform his body.

Inuaysha watched as Bankotsu raised his sword high, the demonic energy filling the air, and brought Tessaiga up, blocking him from Kagome. “Kagome, get away.” He encouraged to the woman.

“As, so your her protector this time.” Bankotsu managed to say, his breathing labored by Inuaysha’s constant attacks. “Have you tasted her yet? She is a beautiful thing.” He smiled, licking his lips, raising his right arm to block Tessaiga.

“Shut your mouth.” Inuaysha angrily replied, kicking Bankotsu’s legs, hoping to cause him to drop. Kagome stood near King Toga with far on her face. Naraku stood behind his men, watching happily as his demons kept coming from he forest, beginning slew of attacks. Inuyasha watched as Bankotsu merely jumped backwards, bringing his sword down to slice a nearby soldier. “Fuck you. You will never touch Kagome again.”

“Ah, so she is your lover as well. Fine with me. My only ambition is simply to kill as many people as humanly possible. You will be next.” Bankotsu boasted, punching Inuyasha in his cheek, before raising his sword to deliver a fatal blow.

Miroku twirled his staff, sending a wave of spiritual power, purifying a boar demon in front of him. At the sound of his name from his left, Hiraikotsu swung by, slicing a centipede demon in half, before coming back around to it’s owner. “Thank you Sango!” He yelled, as he threw a sutra on the demon’s head, her scream making him wince in paid.

Kohaku was an in a similar position, fighting off two ogre looking demons, when Sesshomaru swung his Bakusaiga and a green streak of lightening dusted them both. Nodding his thanks, Sesshomaru merely grunted, before turning to swing again at the hoard in front of him.

Sango climbed on top of Argus’ back, swung Hiraikotsu towards Naraku, who simply stepped back out of the way, as the boomerang took out four more demons. Gritting her teeth in anger, Sango, withdrew her sword, ready to plunge it into his heart. Watching her coming forward, Naraku readied his sword, eyeing the unicorn with desire.

Sango thrust her sword forward, catching his shoulder as Naraku plunged his sword into Argus’ shoulder, his eyes gleaming with lust for the blood dripping down his sword. Closing his eye briefly in bliss, he watched as Argus limped forward, Sango jumping from the beast, blood dripping down her weapon as well. Miroku turned just in time for Naraku to raise his sword at Sango.

Inuyasha was beginning to get frustrated, this man kept blocking all his moves with that giant ass sword of his. Glancing at Kagome still safely tucked beside his father, Inuyasha focused his full attention on the energy at hand. He side stepped as Banryū whooshed down, narrowly missing his right arm. Seeing the opportunity, Inuyasha raked his claws up Bankotsu’s arm, bringing forth a lot of blood on his nearly white over shirt.

With a smug smile, as Bankotsu cradled his injured arm, still gripping his weapon, Inuaysha lifted his sword above his, quickly cutting off the hand that held the sword. Crying out in pain, Bankotsu dropped to knees in the dirt and ever growing pool of blood. Before Bankotsu could look up into the night amber eyes, Inuaysha shoved his sword through his chest, the tip protruding the opposite side. Life faded from his eye, his bloodied body falling to the ground as Inuyasha pulled Tessaiga from his chest.

Before he could turn to attack the next demon, he heard Miroku yell Sango’s name. With wide eyes, he saw Naraku swing.

Miroku saw everything in slow motion from the moment he called Sango’s name. He yanked his staff from the demon’s chest, and ran with all this might towards the woman, who currently had her own weapon ready to plunge. A few steps from her, Argus stepped infant, blocking his view of the evil attempting to take his beloved’s life.

Sango knew the glint in his eye was clear sanity. She was close enough to smell the awful stench of his evil, yet, her body was being shoved back as Argus roughly shoved her out the way, her sword clattering to ground. She could hear Miroku calling her name again from the ground below as Naraku’s sword cut off the beautiful creature’s head. Gasping loudly, she saw the blood coating the metal, glowing brightly and a blood stained body fall to the ground feet in front of her. Feeling warm hands on her upper arms, Sango only watched in terror as Naraku bag to laugh hysterically, Althea in a distance neighing loudly, as if she were in pain.

“Sango, we must move!” A warm voice to her right yelled, effectively yanking her from the ground and dragged her backwards. She could hear the cries from Althea coming closer, while a few men were struggling to hold her back. Gathering her strength, she look towards Kagome who just stood behind Toga with tears flowing down her cheeks, her hand covering her mouth.

“Kagome, stay here.” Toga gruffly said, with no room in his voice to disagree. She just numbly nodded at him, staring wide eyes at the scene before her. Bodies littered all over the field, turning the grass various shades of red, and her friends struggling to protect her from the onslaught of demons. Toga readied his sword as he began to run towards Naraku. In his view, he saw Inuaysha and Sesshomaru join him on his sides, as they began to charge forwards.

Kagome watched as Naraku stepped around the Argus’ now lifeless body, smile so wide and throw up a red barrier around him, just as three swords were raised in his direction. As soon as they collided, all three men were flung back, landing on their feet, watching as Naraku began to transform.

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