#and it's so fun so far

[thyandrawrites]

I guess you haven't seen the extra comics yet. Izutsumi likes to nap on people (not in a lewd waay, regular cat way) but she is picky about who she naps on. Chilchuck is the chosen one even though he is not comfortable with someone using his as a mattress.

Don't have a link to all the comics but here is her rating for everyone plus some doodles from Kui herself.

https://www.reddit.com/r/DungeonMeshi/comments/tv4ok4/dungeon_meshi_izutsumi_bedtime_notes/

Found something more! Here is a image from the manga. https://www.reddit.com/r/DungeonMeshi/comments/1crj3q4/incase_youre_having_a_bad_day_remember_that/

I'm not caught up on all the extra material yet, so thank you for sharing. This made me giggle so much. I'm so happy this is canon. Even as I was typing that post I was thinking "there's gotta be a story there" and of course lore queen ryoko kui had us covered :'))

Also, important side note:

loafing izutsumi spotted! I repeat, loafing izutsumi spotted! salkflaksfa my life is complete

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[deimosatellite]

nuh uh

[obsesssedblerd]

Smau: "I want you back." ☹️❤️‍🩹

The guys getting you back after a breakup. ♥️

(nanami, geto, choso, toji, sukuna, and gojo)

contains: angst w/ happy ending, fluff, a bit of crack

a/n: thank you all so much for 100 followers! here's a little treat. 🥰

[mintypsii]

i can't believe one piece invented gay people

[ba1laur]

2023 darkstalker floating in space doing nothing grinning evily and scary. png 1 and 2

[beybuniki]

3rd ko-fi request: deku and bakugo having some fun after the war :-) i think they should be hospital roommates and i think they should cling to each other for a while 🤠👍 which is why deku rests more on bakugo's bed than his own ummm nurse!!!!

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[raspberrywiskey]

he’s literally a cartoon character

[b1gwings]

something something gorgug’s “mindless rage” ability negating the charmed and frightened effects and returning him to clarity and how said clarity matches up with the themes of rhythm and concentration and the “a-ha!” moments that are all too characteristic for an artificer. i love you forever gorgug

[merrilark]

This legitimately gave me the most undignified laugh.

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[benevolenterrancy]

"If the original novel had given this thing more than ten words of description, there was no way he wouldn’t have remembered!"

[ithilienns]

Name Etymologies of Middle-Earth: Gandalf

“Yes, yes, my dear sir—and I do know your name, Mr. Bilbo Baggins. And you do know my name, though you don’t remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!”

― The Hobbit, Chapter I: An Unexpected Party

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.