#kazemari

Kagome ran. Even as her feet slipped on the dewy grass and branches and underbrush tugged at her clothes and hair, she ran. She tried not to think about who - what - was chasing her, but it was hard to ignore the sick feeling deep in her stomach every time a branch snapped behind her. She wanted to turn around, glance back for just a second, to see how close he was, but forced herself to stay focused on what was in front of her. It wouldn’t do her any good to see just how close he was, to see the red eyes or the clawed hand reaching out. It was a fear she tried to tell herself she didn’t have. She trusted him completely. But there was always a little voice in the back of her mind, whenever he was in battle or let his temper get the best of him, that wondered if the next time would be the time she wouldn’t be able to reach him. “That’ll never happen” she told herself. But she’d been wrong. Or right, depending on which inner voice she wanted to listen to. “Kagome.” The rough, guttural growl of her name sent shivers down her spine and forced her to look behind her on instinct. Instead of the demonic face she was expecting, only the deep dark of the surrounding forest greeted her. It was only as she was turning back around that she caught a flash of red and silver through the trees to her left. A short choked yelp left her as she nearly stumbled on her own feet to adjust her course. The only thought on her mind was to get away. It was impossible not to look back now. She needed to know how close he was, how much time she had left, but all she saw were flashes of silver in the moonlight that filtered through the branches. Barely enough to get any idea of how close her pursuer might be. ‘Please,’ she prayed. ‘Please just let me make it back to camp. The others will help me. Sango, Miroku, please!’ After checking over her shoulder once more, she was caught by surprise when she turned around. A low willowy tree branch came out of the darkness and slapped her in the face, just enough to momentarily stun her… just enough for her to be caught. Kagome was thrown to the ground as if she weighed nothing. She slid across the wet grass, feeling brush and rocks scratch and cut wherever they dug into exposed flesh. Before she had a chance to get back to her feet, a weight was on top of her pinning her down. Large clawed hands gripped her upper arms in a painful vice as a demonic Inuyasha kneeled on her chest, stealing away her breath. Looking up, she was horrified at the face glaring back down at her. Bright red eyes that glowed in the dark without so much as a hint of recognition. Sharp fangs snapped inches from her face as he snarled at her. Trying to move or wiggle free was useless. Inuyasha was bigger than she was and with so much of his weight on her, she couldn’t even take a proper breath. “Inuyasha,” she wheezed as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, down her temples, and into her hair. “Please… please come back.” As Kagome’s vision started to fuzz, Inuyasha’s feral face began to flash between his and that of an old gnarled woman. Without enough breath to even scream, Kagome cried and prayed for a miracle. Just then, the weight pinning her down was ripped away as Inuyasha was pulled off of her. Kagome gasped, inhaling deep and coughing at the burn in her throat and chest. “Kagome!” Her name being shouted snapped her attention back to what was happening in front of her, but she could only stare in disbelief. Only a few feet away, Gene was standing with a struggling and thrashing Inuyasha in a tight grip. “Kagome!” He shouted again. “Wake up! Now!” As though she’d been launched out of her own dream, Kagome woke with a gasp and flew upright in her bed. Panting and trying to catch her breath, she saw that she wasn’t alone. The entire SPR team was gathered around her bed with varying looks of worry and concern. “Kagome,” Mai choked around her tears. Hugging her tight, her friend continued, “You were screaming and thrashing and we couldn’t wake you up.” Kagome was still trying to process what had happened when she noticed that Mai’s hug hurt more than it should. Gently prying the other girl away, she said, “Bathroom… gonna splash some water on my face. I’ll be right back.” She was still a little unsteady on her sore feet, but as soon as the bathroom door was shut behind her, Kagome pulled her shirt over her head. Standing in front of the mirror, she couldn’t take her eyes off of her arms. Wrapped around the top of each bicep were deep bruises in the shape of large clawed hands.

Look no, it’s probably obvious but that is a fucking thing for me.  Don’t really wear lipstick often but most of what I own would fit this descriptor pretty damn well

Sorry, I’m going to need more context. Literally every Borgias post I’ve ever made is being reblogged right now.

@kazemari contente? 

Soooo I think that Dany finding out and also her telling Jon will be a huge plot point if it happens so it won’t happen on the voyage, which we probably won’t see on screen in season 8 at all, but will take place later when they are already at Winterfell to add to the angst, since they will be surrounded by many people who are going to be initially opposed to their relationship.

But I’m not really sure about my favourite ships from movies and stuff; anime makes up the majority of what I watch :)

I waffle between Vision being Tony’s son because he’s JARVIS but not and him being his grandson because he’s technically a product of JARVIS. I think either would work to be honest.

PARABÉEEEEEEEENS, boa sorte no sisu <3