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This is too fun to do and is making me not do my actual work but whateverrr

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Also note coloring style is likely to change

I’m gonna make a sesskag comic to practice drawing, and have a project I can continuously work on that’s just for fun.

Hope ppl end up liking it!hope to update soon.

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I don’t know what I’m doing

literally no one: me: Give Sesshoumaru a prosthetic arm in modern aus, you cowards.

Sesskag nonsense pls enjoy

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His ears were burning

And not because someone was talking about him.

They were decidedly not talking about him. They were prattling onabout themselves and a patently what human women wasted breath in discussing and it really shouldn’t have even garnered his attention but he was a being gifted - though in this instance it felt more like a curse - with superior senses, and the glade was quiet, and peaceful - or it WAS - and there was nothing to distract from the, from the Discussion the two female humans were having on the opposite side of the clearing.

He exhaled.

He was not someone who usually experienced overheating but, well this must be an incredibly sweltering summer day for even one such as himself to be affected.

Record breaking, even.

The human women must be… delirious from the oppressive temperature. It was the only thing to explain...this topic of conversation. His brother’s wench was barely wearing anything to shield her creamy- to shield her mortal flesh - from the harsh rays.

“I mean I’ve never gone that far, but I heard from my friend Eri that if you REALLY want to surprise your man you take the tip and -“

Hn. Had the flowers in that corner of the field always been white? No, not pure white, but more an eggshell or a fresh cream white -

”Oh! I never would have thought of that! It’s hard to even imagine these things, I must be red as Inuyasha’s fire rat. I mean there’s talk amongst the village girls but your era has so much more information! But anyways...What if it’s too ...big wouldnt you then -“

Really they were almost porcelain in their coloring. Most wouldn’t notice such a subtlety in hue, but this one is particularly observant of any such minute difference..

“That’s a good question! Of course I don’t have any experience but I’d imaging if you just grab the bottom half-“

ALABASTER. Of course. They were alabaster. How silly to mistake them for anything else. The flowers were alabaster. Much like his own haori, or the skin on the upper thigh of his brother’s miko - HE WOULD ASSUME, if for whatever reason he was forced to look upon her human flesh for longer than necessary-

“Hah! If only the monk could hear us now. I think he’d be shocked!”

“Maybe he’d learn a thing or two! Or at least be stupefied enough to keep his hands to himself.”

Maybe he should… move to the shade. If only to set an example for his brother’s weak traveling companions, who were too dim to realize how terribly warm it was outside today. The heat he was currently experiencing would surely render them useless if a foe were to appear.

“Well, I saw Inuyasha’s once... on accident of course! I thought he died in the onsen! But I'm not sure what I could compare it to…”

“Well… I’m sure it wouldn’t compare to Lord Perfect!”

“Sango!!”

“What? I’m not blind. He’s got to have some impressive… equipment if the rest of him is anything to go on”

He blacked out. Just for a fraction of a moment.

“Ah! It’s hard to even imagine him as ...having one you know? Like it just doesn’t compute!”

“Compute?”

“Make sense! He’s so...pretty and immaculate my brain just fries when I try to picture him with a…. well! You know!”

Wait a moment now.

“I see what you mean. Maybe he’s overcompensating for something!”

“Maybe that’s why he was so interested in the Tetsusaiga all those years ago!”

This was. Unacceptable.

The tittering females had crossed a line.

To question…! Of all things!

“It could be the one thing Inuyasha has him beat at!.....Sango? What’s with that face?”

“Er- Kagome-Chan….”

“It would explain so much!”

“You might really want to stop talking right now.”

“Huh? What are you looking at?”

“Miko.”

“S-Sesshomaru-sama!”

“Please. Do continue. I find your observations… fascinating, if not terribly unfounded.”

“Oh my god. I mean, no you must be mistaken! I mean I… or we were just”

“This one values truth, and thoroughness. So I find myself desiring to correct your… misunderstanding.”

“Wait. What?”

And with a flourish, Kagome was gone and the demon lord with her, which is how Sango found herself alone in the field.