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So obviously Sesshomaru is more like I have no regrets on how and why am here-

But like Kagome. Kagome is more like, "Yes the fuck I did."

Two menaces I tell you. 🤣

It's MerMay, and I've missed painting

Oh brother (pt 2)

She'd turned around to the sight of bright pinks and yellows. Even more stunned when he placed two large bundles of said bright colors.

Inuyasha, whom was only turned for a moment faced his brother now. However the sight had him sputtering and cackling like a mad man. He wheezed so loudly, that little Rin tugged his sleeve wanting to know what was so funny.

"Lord Inuyasha, what's so funny? I want to know," she giggled at his antics.

"His greatness, Lord Sesshomaru has brought Lady Kagome a thousand of the sweetest buds," Jaken squaked loudly.

By now, Inuyasha was on the brink of tears and red in the face. He had not thought his brother would take what he said so literally.

Seeing the commotion, Shippo rounded his mother. His eyes immediately narrowed, his overprotective nature bubbling up.

Nervously, Kagome's eyes skittered from each of the bouquets. Dear kami, there was so many.

Hearing the continued laughter, Sesshomaru sighed his eyes nearly rolling in his skull.

If not for her, he'd have already had have beat the boy with the bouquet in his arms.

Courting your younger idiotic brother's best friend was the test of all tests.

Sorry I was gone for so long! I had a lot of things smack me all at once...😅

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSS 💖💖💖

I have this headcanon that because both Abigail and John were first time parents, Arthur stepped up and showed them the basics. Abigail would be impressed and question if he had experience with babies. Arthur would then fall quiet and probably change the subject. John would see how well Arthur is with his baby that he feels even more pressure and doubt about being a dad (also with the nagging possibility that he may not be the actual father of Jack).

My dear, your art is simply stunning. Everytime it pops up on my dash, the day gets that much better. Thanks for sharing your lovely works and unique style 💜

🥹 Thank you. Like, thank you so much. I am so very grateful for such kindness. I never thought that so many people would ever like my silly little pictures. But I am truly grateful. 💖

Nightmare

It was late. The sound of the burning embers filled the darkness gently and the quiet sounds of soft breathing.

Kagome had woken up with that all too familiar, foreboding feeling. Accompanied by that weird kind of feeling that made you feel like you'd fallen out the sky.

That's when she noticed it, something was off. Sesshomaru had fallen asleep, but that wasn't the off part she'd felt. No. It was the quick movement of his eyes fluttering under magenta lids. His quickened breathing.

Something was wrong.

When his eyes snapped open, she slowly crept towards him, "Miko."

At his side, her worry was heavy on her sleeve, "Are you okay?"

He took a moment to rub his forehead, "This one does not need your pity -"

Her fingers gently touched his arm, "You know I'm not."

He sighed, his palm still hiding his face, finally speaking after a heavy silence. "This one's sire haunts me." She nodded gently, waiting for more, "I often dream of if this one had not been so naive as I had -"

"It's okay," she knew he was having a difficult time conveying his emotions. "I sometimes have dreams like that, too." Her arm wrapped around him softly, her messy bed head butting his gently, "Maybe if I had convinced my dad not to go out that day. Maybe, maybe he'd be here today, too."

His amber colored eyes watched her a moment, finally quietly speaking, "My sire." Her azure eyes met his briefly, "my sire would have been fond of you."

When her head nodded against his, he finally felt himself ever so softly nuzzle against her crown. A mess of dark curled hair, tickling his cheek. This silence spoke, and they both relished in its depth that softly carried them back to sleep.

Fond as I, too, have become, he thought finally to himself. Softly falling back to sleep within the arms of this tiny dream catcher. Not again plagued by the nightmares of maybes.

I LOST TRACK OF TIME OMG- WHOOPS