#shikcn

Sailor Pluto in the flesh!

kinmokian replied to your photoset

THERE SHE IS THERE’S MY BEAUTIFUL FRUITY TIME WIFE

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mango is my life

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you are literal goals

He had achieved all of his goals except for that. Becoming a full demon, killing Kikyo, and assembling the shards of the Shikon Jewel. Everything that Naraku wanted was his– and in the process he had destroyed the only part of that everything that truly mattered to his heart.

       In the end, he had felt lost. Uncertain. He even tells everyone that had gathered within him that he’s not sure WHAT he’s going to do once he rids himself of them– and that’s because I think he genuinely had planned on wishing Kikyo to be with him once everyone was dead. There would be no more distractions to come between her and him, and finally Onigumo’s original wish for Kikyo to belong to him would be a reality.

                        ❝ Do not worry, Kagome. I do not wish you nor Inuyasha any harm. ❞ The words tumbled from HAUNTED lips, a small smile quirking at the edges that only disturbed the ATTIC OF COBWEBS that rested there. She feels her HEART BEAT, rhythm pounding in her ears ( and yet despite this her flesh is COLD & DEAD to this world. )

                           The young priestess’s heart is   h e a v y   but she has known no other burden in this lifetime nor the previous. An eternal war rages deep within the SCARRED BATTLEFIELD of her chest and all she can force is the slight quiver of a smile as eyes travel toward the direction that she can FEEL his presence. 

     --and so, even demons could realize the severity of her aura...

     ... a demon-like girl, or rather, someone far removed from even that, with eyes that glowed in iridescent azure and a knife without a shed of impurity on its tempered steel. Flesh twitched like the wave of clapping hands in a grand auditorium viewed from an eagle’s eye, pulsating in waves that surged with a tar-like viscosity as something that was undoubtedly “blood” dribbled from the enlarged holes called veins & arteries. It surrounded her and bathed her gently in its spiderlily-esque red.

      “You (お前)--”

      It came out sharply, as though angry yet not quite, as though uncaring but not quite--ah, it could only be described as clear. Like windchimes in a frigid, gentle gust of wind. She dug her boots into the damp ground and spun around, putting her foot behind her other as she looked at the girl whose shade of blue rivaled her own before blinking away the black lines that enveloped her sailor-clad figure for a second. In only a second, with the flick of her hair in response to her upturned chin, her eyes settled on another yōkai approaching in the distance.