#3 to go !!!! + Epilogue

[starkspi]

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

I can't deal with the fact that she's as tall as him now

[bladesmitten]

Avatar Karlach: You got it. Next stop, Zariel's forge. Final stop, Faerûn.

Wyll: Fuck yeah, that's my girl! Oh shit - I'm starting to pick up your bad habits. Well, fuck it. In for a coin, in for a coffer.

devnote: Oopsy - he's been picking up some bad language habits from Karlach!

[snowfolly]

Just look at this little rascal doing 🗡️ tricks

[jeeaark]

I was always befuddled how such a mindflayer can be so hard to trust while ultimately having simultaneous goals as the team. Then I finally saw their stats in the other timeline.

It all makes sense now.

I am forever bemused by this this lower-than-the-average-squid-charisma disaster of a mindflayer.

I can only surmise that when the Emperor said Stelmane was the face of their business-partnership, it was not only meant literally but charismatically as well. Squid buddy's got the brains, none of the suave. If Emps tried rebuilding the Knights of the Shield without another business buddy, it might've been a tad difficult if morals were concerned huah.

[marimeeko]

After the fifth time that Katsuki pops up at UA, surprising Izuku with Bento for lunch, calling him "sensei" in a cocky(affectionate) tone, Kouta just stops at Izuku's desk on his way out of the room and asks him point blank,

"So are you and DynaMight actually dating, or what?"

Izuku sputtering and dropping all of his paperwork and avoiding the question out of sheer dumbfoundedness.

Then, the sixth time that Katsuki barges in, as he is thrusting the bento into Izukus hands as usual, Kota raises his hand, and stands up from his seat and yells out,

"DynaMight, sir!! Pardon me, but are you dating Deku-Sensei??" And the whole class gasps and whispers. Katsuki appears just as dumbfounded as he looks wide-eyed at Kouta and the students.

"Kouta!" Izuku balks, but then Katsuki suddenly grins mischievously. Izuku doesn't trust that look...

"Well, brat, maybe I SHOULD date him, then I could make sure Sensei doesn't forget to eat every day, right??" Katsuki looked entirely too pleased at the louder gasps and chatter that came from the students. He has a wicked grin as he turns his sharp red eyes back to Izuku.

"K-Kacchan, what are you doing?!" Izuku stammers, beet red and grabbing his arm. "This is not the time for--"

"If you don't want me disrupting your class, then stop leaving your Bento in the fridge!!" Katsuki scolds Izuku before swinging himself back out of the open window. There was a fresh wave of gasps and excited murmuring at the insinuationthat the two lived together. "We're ROOM MATES, OK?" He adds hastily, pointing his finger at the noisy classroom of kids.

He drops out the window and blasts off.

Izuku is left, stood at his desk, hands planted and hanging his head, trying to collect enough of himself to quell the riotous theories now flying around his classroom.

Kouta stands at his own desk amidst his unruly classmates, eyes narrowed as if he had just realized something, "I knew it!" He hisses.

"You're the worst," Izuku texts Katsuki later.

"I know" katsuki replies.

"Now eat your fuckin food or I'll stop making it for you."

--

I think I was inspired by this art post ^^;

[madbalalaika]

[share-the-damn-bed]

What's a little more?

[camelliagwerm]

You glance piteously upon your false bride. You are Bhaal's stallion. Many of your own Bhaalspawn have been born to die in this half-year. Your new children will become the tyrant's horde — why do you spare even one thought for your forsaken mate? Our issue would be perfect... Your darling would never agree to breed a spawn with you. The defiance begets death. And neither Selûne nor Shar will claim her in the end. Bhaal wants her more than those graven gods.

EPILOGUE: SHARRAN SHADOWHEART & EMBRACE!DARK URGE

[popponn]

it rains here. (nanami kento x reader)

summary: there was no snow to fall here and nanami kento still felt like he was in a dream.

notes: i wanted to cuddle nanami kento that's the only one constant in this fix it fic. also there is no snow in tropical countries. i used to want snowy dec, but i think nanami will take comfort in it and perhaps it's okay now. this is a fluff, but there is an undertone of effect of trauma on nanami as this is jjk. nothing explicit, but just a heads up. written with f!reader in mind, could be read as gn.

as the rain fall in december, it dawned upon nanami kento that he was in a very different new place already.

"kento, do you hear me?" a hand, followed closely by your voice, gently pulled him back to where he was. slowly turning his head, finding you leaning on his hand whilst wrapping both of yours around it, once again, it became hard for him to realize that it was not a dream.

it was near the kuantan beach, it was his books stacked neatly beside him, it was him sitting on a foreign hotel sofa facing the cityscape, and it was you who felt as familiar as a long-forgotten home.

"kento?"

the winter was supposed to be approaching, but there was no snow.

but there would be no snow here, would it? in the same way that there would be no curses dragging him out into a battlefield, away from your hands.

"kento, you are worrying me now," you started to frown—kento noted how seeing it in such a setting here felt pleasant, "are you lacking sleep? ah, you read too much last night didn't you!"

"i did not. please do not push such accusation to me," kento replied to you blandly and curtly. contrary to his tone, however, he shifted and heaved out a short sigh the moment he managed to get you closer to his side. a hand on your hip as he rested his head on the cushion, leaning back right next to yours.

it felt like a dream. it really felt like one.

this was too nice.

it almost felt like he was running out of time—

right beside him, you too leaned towards him even further. "then why are you spacing out so much?" you asked, before adding reprimandingly, "just so you know if it really is because you lost track of time reading, we are setting alarm."

"that is too much," he said, closing his eyes.

"is it now, mr. 'treat holiday like an overwork'?"

"i do not treat it like that. i hate overwork."

"then you should be able to relax and take time here. we still have many days left, no need to rush through those books," you huffed. kento couldn't see it, but he could imagine how you puffed out your chest.

"it seems that you have become a little bit more strict since we arrived here," kento noted, sleepiness seeping into his voice.

"of course. i have to keep you healthy in case you overdo it on this vacation!" a hand reached out to his shoulder, messaging it lightly before it crawled up to rest on the back of his neck.

it felt real.

it felt so real—the feeling of your skin, the weight, and warmth of it—and yet he—

kento sighed, not knowing what else to say. "i see."

then, feeling the heaviness weighted down even further behind his eyes, kento gently called your name.

humming, you replied to him. "what is it?"

"i will be sleeping for a bit. please do wake me up in a few minutes."

"eh? in this position? you will get a sore neck, you know?"

kento knew you were right. however, being like this—exactly like this, with you, with everything, with the sound of rain from outside of the window—it was hard for him to resist. after all, once a man got a taste of their dream, it would be hard for them not to soak in it.

"it wouldn't be a problem. i have had worse."

"...so this is your vacation mode, huh?" you teasingly mused. "but, okay, go to sleep. i will wake you up later."

nanami kento still thought this was a dream. it was too nice for it not to be.

but with your fingers tangling with his hair, with the slight gentle tug and company you offered him, with the smell of the book and unfamiliar room, and everything as it was—

"good night, kento. let's take a walk on the beach later, okay?"

there was no snow to fall here and nanami kento still felt like he was in a dream.

but he was happy, and it was enough.

[zorosdimples]

mdni. based on this post and melk’s (@papersirens) tags. a lot fluffier than i was intending… the story got away from me!

you think you’re sly.

“i just want to see if i can get a free drink, toji,” you whisper in his ear.

it’s impossible to overlook your radiance in the dim light of the bar, toji thinks. the only reason no one has made a move on you is because you’ve had a hulking man attached to your hip all night.

“all your drinks are free when you’re with me,” he chuckles. your insistence is cute, he’ll give you that. toji knows what you’re trying to do: rile him up, make him hot and bothered, get him irritated. but he’s keeping you on a short leash tonight.

“just make sure you don’t touch the poor bastard you pick,” your boyfriend acquiesces.

you roll your eyes and press a kiss to his cheek, the stubble tingling your lips. you throw a “yessir” over your shoulder before you sidle up to a lonely heart at the bar.

toji’s sharp eyes watch your every movement above the rim of his glass. he trusts you; the man you’re flirting with is his primary concern. you’re all sultry whispers and glittering eyes and tinkling giggles. messing with your hair a little and leaning close (but not too close) to your victim.

and your moves work—you get your free drink. but as you try to make an exit, the man you’re with gets bold, dropping a hand to slide down your hip and cup your ass.

the second the man touched you, toji was out of his seat. he crosses the distance in record time and says nothing, seething, but grabs the man by his neck and throws him to the floor. he gently tugs your hand and murmurs, “c’mon, time to go,” before turning to the sputtering prick and spitting at him.

“fuckin’ animal,” toji mutters as he ushers you out of the bar.

he walks you down the street a bit before leading you to the side and wrapping his hands around your teary face.

“i’m sorry, toji,” you whimper, upset by the whole ordeal. you wanted to make your boyfriend a little jealous, sure, but you didn’t intend on getting groped. toji wipes away the stray tears on your cheeks with his calloused thumbs.

“did that asshole hurt you? i swear to god i’ll go back and finish him,” he growls, half-wishing he tore the man in two instead of throwing him on the filthy ground.

you shake your head. “just wanted to…god, i don’t know,” you sigh.

“hey,” toji says, palms gripping your waist and pulling your body flush to his. “what happened back there? not your fault. and, for the record, it was sexy—you gettin’ him to buy you a drink.”

a smile blooms on your lips, watery eyes alluring under your wet lashes. shit, he could bust from that look alone. “yeah?” you ask, craning your neck to get closer to him, tongue darting out of your mouth.

“fuck yeah,” he breathes, finding your lips with his own.

[luxsea]

ITS A GREAT DAY TO BE A KARLACH ROMANCER 😳 IM VERY HAPPY W THE NEW PATCH

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Me reading the description of episode 30: oh, that's fine! that's not so bad! i can deal with that!

Me after listening to episode 30:

[loverboybrightsideghost]

rqg wilde gravestone that reads "third time's the charm ;)"

[askthekirbysquad]

Tragically, Tumblr doesn't allow enough options to include every game, so Dream Land 1 was removed </3 (and tragically I couldn't include an option for the spinoffs either </3 )

[jeeaark]

So. Uh. It's not that Greygold didn't trust Shadowheart not to go stabby-stab (I didn't), Greygold is still new to friendship and just thought that intensely intervening in each other's life choices was what friends were suppose to do.