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Inu-Mothership Spotlight Saturday: January 7, 2023

Year in Review!

Hello everyone! We here at the @inu-mothership are so grateful for all of the support we've received over the past year. We've worked hard to bring you a variety of fic rec lists, and for our first post of 2023, we thought we'd take the opportunity to review all the lists we made in 2022! Our lists are below the cut, in month order (and in alphabetical order for each month). If there are any that you missed, now is the chance to find some new ships and new characters to love!

For a complete list of all our rec lists, dating back to 2021, please check out our Spotlight page!

This year, we look forward to bringing you more lists, both ships and characters, platonic and romantic, and we thank you all again, so very much!

January

SessKik

TogIza

February

Femslash Rare Pairs

KagSan

March

KogAyame

TogaKimi

April

InuSan

MidoKirin

May

InuKik

SessSan

June

Femslash Rare Pairs

M/M Rare Pairs

Polyships

July

InuKogKag

MirKag

August

Shiori

Shippō 

September

Bankotsu

Kaede

October

Hōjō

Inukimi/Sesshōmaru’s Mother

Yura

November

Ayumi, Eri, Yuka

Jinenji

December

Tsubaki

[inu-yasha]

Anyways, hi i'm mahou and i'm wondering if we can be friends since we share very similar opinions, everyone in this fandom seems to be inukag and togaiza and i'm inukik and togakimi and i get bulloed because of it

Hi, nice to meet you. I don't knowsecond couple and im so sorry you were bulled but im not suprised i was bulled as well as InuKik in the past. Yes we can be friends

[mrfeenysmustache]

Trois

Summary: Izayoi’s new husband is nothing like she ever imagined. He’s powerful, strong, beautiful, inhuman… and already married. She’d read of such things, of men with more than one wife, and how hatred and jealousy could grow and spread and fester. She is certain that learning to share her new husband will come with heartache, that his other wife will despise her… She is so, so very wrong. An Inu/SessParents AU

Read on: AO3

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Izayoi peeked across the carriage, blushing and looking away when her new husband’s bright gold eyes met hers.

He chuckled, his voice deep and warm, and then she felt his hand envelop hers, calloused fingertips tracing over her skin and making her shiver.

Flashes of memory from the night before, when he’d made her his wife in every way, made the heat in her cheeks burn hotter, and when she glanced his way again, his smirk was playful and knowing.

“We shall be home soon, little wife.” He said, and she smiled shyly and nodded, heart fluttering when he pulled her hand up to his lips and pressed a kissed into her palm before releasing it and sitting back. “Our wife will be most pleased to finally meet you.”

“Pardon me? Our wife?” She asked, voice rising in alarmed confusion.

“You know I’m already married.”

“Yes… they told me.” She’s been concerned when her father had informed her she’d be becoming someone’s second wife. It wasn’t terribly common among humans anymore for men to have more than one wife, but she’d secretly read enough steamy romance novels about it to know it used to be a lot of trouble.

But her new husband wasn’t a human.

“Good, the fewer surprises the better. She is eager for you to finally arrive.”

“Is she?” Her hands fisted in her lap and she noticed her palms were sweaty, her heart beat increasing as nervous butterflies fluttered around her stomach and up her throat. “I assumed she would be… cross that you’ve brought another wife home…”

Toga- her new husband- threw his head back and laughed, his razor sharp fangs glinting in the sunlight streaming from the carriage windows.

“I assure you my dear, she is anything but cross. Worry not.”

“Okay.” She reluctantly agreed, looking back out the window to watch the world go by.

[inlemoons]

the last great american dynasty

a/n: ch. 3 of lore, aka inuyasha oneshots inspired by the track titles and vibes of folklore. i’m not going to americanize anyone, but the vibe of ‘women ruining things’ is fun so let’s go ch. 1 the 1 ch.2 cardigan ch.3 the last great american dynasty pairing: inuparents/inukimi-touga-izayoi universe: inuyasha read on Ao3

The clouds tonight are soft and pearly, and Inukimi flies within them, the chilly mist distracting her from thoughts of him, and the girl. She knew Touga would inevitably take concubines—it was his right—but no one expected a human. Or maybe they just hate the changing times, how wars rage on and dynasties fall and lovely princesses fling themselves at great daiyoukai’s feet. And Inukimi knows that mortality has its limits, that in fifty years she will remain a great beauty and that girl’s face would cave like fruit rotting beneath the plum tree.

This truth brings little comfort.

Inukimi drops beneath the cloudline and the midnight ocean stretches beneath her gaze, glassy and clear as crystal, the scent of salt drifting up into her nose. Four hundred years back, after a battle so fierce she could smell the blood from her throne, Touga met her at the entrance to her sky-palace, his fine silks stained green from grass and grime. He’d raked his claws through her hair and pressed his mouth to hers like it was the last thing he’d ever taste. She’d giggled and commanded him to strip before granting entry, palace guards and servants turning in embarrassment as the sounds of armor dropping rang throughout the clouds.

He has a habit of loving things he shouldn’t, and trusting too much in the things he should. Inukimi doesn’t like the earth that much, too much bitter stench, but even she can admit that the shoreline is beautiful when washed in moonlight. And it’s here beneath the stars she picks up the scent of someone trailing her like a veil. She’d love nothing more than to ignore it. So she only flies, skimming the fragrant treeline, never looking back at the presence on her tails.

The princess’ estate is grand by human standards. Inukimi curses the feel of soil beneath her feet as her pursuer lands a yard away.

“It’s unlike you to be jealous.” The Inu no Taisho, bright beneath the moon, finally speaks. He steps in front of Inukimi, not angry, he’d never hurt her, but she’d have to swallow the sourness building in her throat if she wanted to continue.

“I’d only like to see.”

“Mere curiosity, then?”

Touga is amused. Inukimi is annoyed. She brushes past her husband. He follows in silence until they reach the estate’s interior. There beneath a sand-pear tree sits the prettiest pink teardrop of a human, black eyes screwed up in confusion at the two approaching silver daiyoukai, lover and lavender stranger, realization lighting her features only when Inukimi speaks.

“So it’s you, is it?”