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Man, I really wish for Kagura to be the mother of Setsuna and Towa. I always had thought of Sesshomaru, Rin, and Kagura as an adorable family together. Yashahime could have been really creative with this. Instead, they choose to do SesshRin, which is not a great shock value. It doesn’t make sense for them to delay the reveal of the mother only for it to be Rin this whole entire time. SesshRin feels forced and doesn’t flow nicely with the theme they’ve depicted.

I mean, c’mon... the girls have an uncanny resemblance to Kagura and they do not look like Rin to me at all.

Also, don’t use: “Kagura is dead!” Many characters have been brought back to life. Kagura shouldn’t be an exception. Episode 15 may have confirmed Rin being the mother; but I just refuse to accept that. It feels gross to me. I am hoping the theories of Riku lying about this episode is true. Whoever conjured them theories about SesshKagu; you’re amazingly talented for putting them together and I support the theories.

I’ve been a SesshKagu fan since the start of their interactions. I was pretty shocked that Yashahime went this route. — it wasn’t a good choice on their part though. I was also a really long time shipper of Kohaku x Rin. 😭

To add to this post: All negative responses will be ignored. I will not deal with children. If you support SesshRin, more power to you, but I will not acknowledge this pairing as canon. And that will be that.

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Calinerie - Leon Francois Comerre

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Hi! Do you have any dni or byf?

Hello there! I'm happy to answer this- however, I do have to warn you. I don't really use slang. yes, unbelievable I know- I really only use this site to read and look at anime-related posts- I'll try my best to sort this out for you though! I just hope I actually got the slang right. I actually had to look up these slang terms. like the overly unsure person I am, I'll have to assume by dni you mean do not interact - I really don't have many for dni or byf -   ⦁ You are racist, homophobic, sexist, anti-semitic, support p*do ships, and ships with grooming, etc. ⦁ you spam pro sasusaku , seshr*n on my page - I don't mind people who ship SasuSaku as much. as for the BYF, I think(?) that means before you follow? ⦁ so once again I have to warn people who stumble across this blog that I have some polarizing views on some characters-  so just a heads up even if I reblog some anti posts its often more in a light-hearted tongue and check manner- ⦁ also, I'm super lazy- I've been working on three things now and one of them should be ready to post soon ⦁ - also also - I'm sure you can tell by how type but I'm VERY chaotic in how I write and I'm kind of all over the place.

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an odd thought

*crack ship warning *

so this definitely won’t be my main form of content, but I’ve been re-reading bleach and kept thinking about this. 

Was I the only one who thought Rukia and Uryu would have made such an interesting couple? 

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I’m sorry to minors that are disturbed and confused by this.

I’m so sorry to anyone that uses Inuyasha characters to cope.

I’m sorry to anyone that tried their best to debunk theories of Rin being the mom.

I’m sorry to teen moms and kid brides that find out that this is being supported in anime media.

I’m sorry to people who were taken advantage of as a child and surivors that supported Hanyo No Yashahime.

I’m sorry to artists,writers,and editors that once used Sunrise’s and Rumiko’s work as inspiration.

And I’m sorry to anyone that are being made fun of by others online for sharing their past trauma and telling us why they are being effected by Hanyo No Yashahime decisions and were promised a good continuation. You all deserve better. This is a safe place for you.

Edit: ( Please do not comment if you just want to start an argument. )

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haku deserved better :( he was literally zabuza servant and it was portrayed like he liked it. also he died for that bitch and for what? he deserved to join the team :(

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Eugh, I admire you. I can't even touch the Inuyasha fandom anymore because of how much it disgusts me. Lowkey considering deleting all of my works as well just to disassociate myself from that series. It is tainted.

It's not though! Don't let it! We need to write more if anything to denounce it!

I mean I feel like that is the point of fandom and fanfic. To fix the things that shouldn't be in canon.

We can absolutely make our own canon.

Like I refuse to let Sesshomaru be a p*do and for Rin to be his victim. I won't allow it. He is my all time favorite character and she deserves better too

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Reblog if you would watch a spin-off of Atem, Mana, and Mahad as children.

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Josuke-kun, are you aware... that your mother is a grade-A, certified, genuine MILF?

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//As of recent events. I just had to make something. Hope you two don’t mind. 😂😂 @hollykujoo @ask-mr-yoshikage

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hold up, if jonathan is 6’5 then judging by this panel erina is like 6ft tall😳

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🌟Love as Deep As the Ocean🌟

Here he is!!! Our beautiful dreamy Asra!!!

This one took me a while, the back of the coat was a bit complex to figure out! Nadia is next 😸

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The arcana as cursed cat photos

Asra:

Nadia:

Portia:

Julian:

Muriel:

Lucio:

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.｡.:*･ judeau icons ･*:.｡.

like/reblog if you save

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color practise

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🌼 🌻 🌹 💐

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Immaculate to an unsettling point, the annoyingly pristine floor returned your gaze through an almost clear reflection. 

Burning orange, the sun was already down, dyeing flocks of fleeting clouds with the star’s last dying lights, white marble became tainted by an array of soft pinks.

You could still hear the chirping symphony from many birds below, sweet notes rising from the vast gardens surrounding the castle, yet none seemed to startle you as bad as the sharp knocking on your door.

The agitated beat of your heart echoed in your ears.

A man came through the threshold, his snow-white hair was the first thing you noticed. White, like the walls and the stainless floor, and with a pair of eyes to rival the beauty of the northern glaciers. He was followed by a party of what appeared to be soldiers, their elaborate armours, heavy and menacing as they were, made you shrink in place, digging your knees further on the cloud-like mattress. Dread overtook you, pinning you in place like helpless prey.

Keen eyes watched your tremulous shape, and with a soft, yet commanding voice, he ordered them to stay outside. The door closed with a click.

His lips, who you noticed belonged more on a lady than a knight, parted slightly as if to speak. Yet, you beat him to it.

“W-who are you? Why am I here?”

His hands stilled by his sides.

A heavy silence clung to his throat. 

What should have he expected? He had looked forward to this moment, anticipation building up in his breath. Feeling, for the first time he had acquired this new body. Awaiting, patiently, until all the pieces fell into place.

But this? 

“You…” He fell silent once more, taking in the way your eyes stilled on him before darting around the room. From the window to the door. Were you looking for a way out? Had you retained the instincts embedded from years of fighting? Or was this little more than wisps? “…Do not remember me?”

“N-no.” Breaking away your eyes from him, only now did you notice your clothes, an elegant gown to replace the shagged rags you wore. Embarrassment pulsed through you, mingling with the confusion and frustration that relentlessly pounded in your head, and giving fruit to a sheen veil of tears to cover your eyes. “Please, just let me go–I…I have nothing to give!”

Armour clinking, you found the strange man kneeling by the edge of your bed, pale blue eyes— a shade you found most unsettling, for it belonged to a corpse, not a living person– stared at yours with unspoken candidness. He approached you as one would with a wounded animal, before extending his hand to yours.

“There’s nothing you have to give me.” He murmured, as if scared he’d spook you away. “Do you have anywhere to go?” His fingers twitched, yearning to wipe away your tears, and the sudden feeling almost overwhelmed him. Him.

“No.”

“Then, you’re free to call this place home.”

Relishing through the pain, your fingers graced his armoured hand and once again, he forgot. He forgot about everything else.

Everything, except you.

Pulling you delicately by the hand, steering you through the corridors and halls, immaculate as he was, you became entranced by the sight of heavenly arcs and towers. Of endless gardens and defying gates.

“Where you alone, before?” He asked, as you chose to walk by his side. Your hand clung to his cape as you stared at the world around you with bright, gullible eyes.

“Ever since an angel took my friends away, I have.” Such a simple phrase shouldn’t have ached the way it did, but he was not prepared. Nothing could have prepared him.

“This place…” As a soft smile graced your lips, he yearned of the days where he’d see it at every waking moment. “…Someone once told be I’d become his queen. We’d live in a castle just like this, you know? I wonder what became of him.”

Through everything, he swore. He’d tear the world down to its roots if it meant things would go back the way they were. Nothing would stop him, as long as you were back. Nothing would tear you from his side, not again.

“I miss him.”

nothing.