It’s so darn fucking explosive with art, color tones, and depth. I don’t find any other words than artistic motherfuckery for the masterpiece this show is.
Summary: A limited yet calculated body snatching incident.
Disclaimer: Here I am. Continuing on my trend of choosing the most random and incorrect interpretation of the prompt.
Letting out a shuddering breath, Inuyasha took an involuntary step back - his entire body trembling as the world crashed down on him. In the span of thirty seconds, Inuyasha made it through the first four stages of grief then circled back to experience all four at once. Well, save one. Kinda. There was no doubt in his mind that what was just admitted wasn’t true although part of his mind was desperately praying this was a cruel joke.
Because surely, surely the powers had better things to do than continue to find increasingly devastating ways to punish him for existing and execute the people who dare love him.
It would’ve been better for everyone if that arrow in his heart stillpinned his corpse to that tree. Better yet, he wished that at least one of the people who’d tried to kill him over the years had been successful. He’d even take being held prisoner and someone inflicting excruciating never ending torture at this point. Having a limb amputated. Getting his eyes gouged out or being mutilated in any number of ways. Anything other than this.
The last thing I touched was the first chapter of the Potion Con short story, so here you go:
Fortunately, Master Pearce chose to leave his workroom in that moment. His bent frame no longer filled the doorframe like it used to, but his watery gray eyes sliced through them all the same.
“What’s all this?” he barked, then waved the merchants towards the storage room. “Those go in the corner. Beake’s already cleared a space for them. Payment’s on the shelf.”
Grim and Banneker shrugged off his brusqueness and disappeared into the storeroom as instructed—but Sherry held her ground in front of the counter, next to Dawn.
“I’m buying the boy a pass to the convention,” she said, her beefy arms folded over her apron in a way that brooked no argument. “He’ll go at the end of the week.”
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