If I Had A Nickel For Every Time An N.k. Jemisin Protag Mistook A Powerful, Ancient Immortal Entity For

Mint mint mint PLEASE tell me you will one day elaborate on how reader is MARRIED when she gets with Obi. Does he know?? Are human marriages so different from dragonborn marriages that he does not truly see you as married?? Does he ever feel guilt, thinking that he took you away from man who could actually give you children?? Please quell my thoughts before i faint!!

He doesn't feel guilty at all actually!! he HATED your husband long before he had romantic feelings for you (and you weren't so keen on the man either)

I think you left him not to be with Obi, but to escape your husband and explore the world. love just happened along the way

nanami who peels your orange and then keeps buying them because he thinks you like them, he peels them before he offers them and now you have to keep eating them, it's a never ending cycle

the New Thing All Over My Dash Despite Me Not Interacting With It At All is now just pics of naked women. love the ladies, they're just hanging out but. why.

How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer 

every day tumblr picks some random things to flood my dash with that i've never seen before or barely interact with. the other day it was dipcifica which is pleasant enough, then i was kamala harris, but today it's all manifesting and shifting. what are you trying to tell me.

need to love and be loved in a place where there's no space or time

need a miracle to get through these midterms

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

“couldn’t sleep?”

nanami kento (your husband of two months, a man who is feared as a yakuza boss throughout japan) stands behind you — shirtless, silk pajama pants hanging low on his hips, left hand rubbing the sleep out of his eye.

“no,” you respond, some embarrassment coursing through your body as you fiddle with your wedding ring. “figured i could bake something.”

he glances at the clock. gently smiles, almost breathlessly chuckles. “at four in the morning?”

your eyes widen a little. “i can wait until later.”

“no, it’s alright,” he sits on a barstool and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “i can keep you company, if you’d like.”

his eyes are filled with drowse, eye bags a little more prominent due to restless nights taking care of business.

“are you sure? you look pretty tired, kento.”

he smiles — the way his name rolls off your tongue is like a dewdrop rolling off a soft pink rose petal.

“yes. your sister mentioned you aren’t fond of being alone.”

“oh.” you stop fiddling with your wedding ring, body hot at the thought of your husband being considerate — god, are you that deprived of love? attention? comfort?

“and i could help you, if you’d like.”

you smile, excited at the thought. “of course.”

your early morning is filled with conversation and flour, eggs, sugar; touches that light you on fire — your husband’s hands on your hips as he moves behind you, his thumb cleaning off the flour on your cheek.

in a few hours, you seem to grow closer to each other — you find comfort in the way he talks to you, in those touches he gifts, in the smiles that seem to be solely reserved for you (he is always stoic when you are out of the house, after all).

and you can’t help but think that, after all, there is hope in your marriage. that you’ll find salvation in your husband.

girl help! the popular fanon interpretation of my favorite character is stupid as fuck