#i dont think i like fantasy

[13eyond13]

wish I could reblog that post about how the only two genres that exist on booktube to choose from are classics and YA fantasy/romance bc god that's true

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[emiko-matsui]

Ragh Barkrock to Gorgug Thistlespring in Freshman Year VS. Gorgug Thistlespring to Mary-Ann Skuttle in Junior Year

[sotacticalsolate]

figure out what this one means historians

[time-woods]

EMOTIONAL WIN ! ! the bug lets his emotions make decisions for once !

[sea-buns]

it wasn't that long ago that i was in a high school math class and yet my eyes have never glazed over faster. i was good at math. i enjoy math. you want the fucking train question? in two minutes? omg i didn't know you were so funny haha

[satisfactuality]

I have always loved the paladin!riz headcanons regardless, but this season actually sets up SUCH a funny reasoning for it,,

please, just, riz multiclassing as a paladin of cassandra just so kristen will fucking pass

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of sklonda, pok and riz gukgak from fantasy high. sklonda is sitting in an armchair and holding newborn riz, her head angled slightly back and leaned up against pok's. pok is leaning over the back of the armchair, face pressed half against sklonda's and half against her hair. he's hugging sklonda, one hand at the nape of her neck and the other leaned against riz's little head. riz is holding pok's index finger with his tiny claw as he sleeps. everyone's eyes are closed and pok and sklonda are smiling. End ID]

[whoviandoodler]

been thinking about pok a lot again and that moment when riz told him sklonda was dating gorthalax (in some capacity or another) and pok just went quiet for a bit before he wished her well and like. he's riz's father to such a degree that it hurts. he died young, got to paradise and then said, ok time to go back to work, chop chop. and he does take breaks to listen to riz at his grave and he works in a beautiful meadow when he's not down in hell and -literally speaking- he does sit down but metaphorically he keeps on going and going.

and i'm just imagining that- obviously he knows that he's dead, right? but the human* brain is weird in that way where you'll know things, and you might even sit with them and think you've processed them, but then something will hit you out of left field and you'll realize there are so many aspects of the situation you hadn't internalized yet, and i think that one of those aspects for pok was sklonda, or rather all the dimensions in which her life branched off after he died. because with riz he'd always been painfully aware that his kid was growing up and changing, but with sklonda it's a bit more complicated, it's a bit easier to process the grief of being apart from her, purely on an unconscious level, as being away for work. he's working, she's working, she probably tells him about her work and about riz and riz includes his mom in his stories and it's like, oh this is horribly painful, that i can't be there, but in a way he and sklonda share a lot of what they used to when he was working abroad, no matter how far apart- they're always connected by their love for each other and the quiet but omnipresent nuptial tie and the state of being riz's parents.

and then he's suddenly hit with the reality of an area of sklonda's life that hadn't been on his mind before, considering they were happily and monogamously married. truly just a matter of like, this is not a space you occupy anymore, you're fucking dead, until death do us part and all that, and she might still love you but she loves you like a dead husband like a source of grief like the man she once knew not a living partner. and it's neither of their faults, it's purely a tragedy, and he genuinely wishes her the best because he loves her, he doesn't want her to be alone nor does he expect her to be faithful past reason and the vow they made to each other. but the grief of it still really fucking stings, doesn't it?

[bacchuschucklefuck]

found those sketches I mentioned. and added more

[kiddokori]

they gave link a fuckjng hoverboard

[fruityumbrella]

one piece is set in a nautical world with presumably nautical idioms and exclamations to match, right, like swearing by the sea rather than on a god etc. to wit, there's five seas (the four blues + the grand line) so we can assume when you're feeling particularly dramatic, you might refer to all those vast oceans to get your hyperbolic point across.

keeping that in mind, lets live in a stupidly romantic corny ass world for a moment ok? take my hand.

"I swear on all six seas, if you don't shut the fuck up right now—"

"What?" Sanji looks at him like he's stupid. Nothing new, really.

"Ha, even you're going deaf having to listen to your own annoying ass whining all the time, Cook. I was—"

"No, you—"

"Don't interrupt me! Oi!" he yelps as a wooden spoon bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. He's not impressed that Sanji manages to catch it before it hits the counter.

"You said six seas," Sanji states.

Zoro stares back in lieu of an answer.

"Huh, maybe this has something to do with why you're always lost. There's only five seas, dummy."

And ah, now he gets what the idiot cook is on about. He's surprised and a little disappointed, honestly. You'd think the guy would be a little more aware about his own fucking dream, but whatever. He's got that annoying smile, smug and cocky like he's oh so much better than Zoro.

"Would you like me to count them out for you? I know it's a big number, it's probably confusing for a simple creature like you."

Zoro crosses his arms in clear warning, something the cook, as always, blatantly ignores. He's leaning on the counter that's between them now, eyes sparkling with glee. Idiot. Zoro's thoughts do not have a fond tone to them. Thoughts don't have tones at all, thank you very much.

Sanji lifts a hand and proceeds to count off on his fingers with the precision of a drill sergeant.

"I'm sure you at least know our ocean, the East Blue. There's also the West Blue, North Blue, South Blue, and of course the Grand Line," he wiggles all his fingers as he puts his thumb up for the last one like he's emulating fireworks.

Zoro snorts indelicately. "And?"

Sanji frowns with a tilt of his head.

"And?"

Zoro holds up his index finger.

"And," he says, stifling his amusement as Sanji goes cross eyed trying to follow said finger as it arcs towards him, "your All Blue. Dummy."

He punctuates the last word by poking Sanji in the forehead, snickering when he sputters and swats the digit away in a huff. Then Zoro's words finally sink in, and he straightens up almost too fast. It's not endearing at all.

"Wait," he says quietly, "you count it?"

Zoro doesn't like how Sanji's looking at him with an open expression he's not usually allowed. He looks earnest and sincere. Zoro feels suddenly out of his depth.

"Don't you?" he deflects uncomfortably.

"Well yeah, but that's different. You're—" he shrugs half heartedly and looks away. Zoro can't tell if the end of that sentence was going to disparage him or the cook. Odds are likely split down the middle. Sanji keeps looking at him, and he feels pinned. The bright look is gone, replaced by something more reserved but perhaps...searching? Considering, at the least. It's making him increasingly self conscious. He needs to get out of here.

"Okay. I'm gonna steal some alcohol now," he says shortly, striding to the cabinet and swiping a bottle before Sanji blinks out of his stupor.

[tomatoart]

too much

[enderwoah]

martyn saying "it's like i have my wings again" dealt irl psychic damage...do you think maybe he was chased out of the village he was born in for being part dragon...brcoming a nomad just looking for a place to stay...and he finds himself in a particularly unkind city and...and maybe they decide to cast him out and...and maybe they cut off his wings first and...and maybe...maybe it was...maybe it was a knight...

and maybe when he sees the man he moved in next to in full shining armour, prancing around with the title of knight, riding a dragon that looks just like the ones martyn was born of...maybe the first thing he feels is anger. or distaste. or fear. or resentment. god knows.

maybe ren will look out into the forest by his camp one evening and realise just how cold it's suddenly gotten. the forest was never this cold before. maybe he catches glimpses of blue eyes staring at him in the darkness, watching him, studying him, seeing whether or not he's a threat. maybe ren is collecting materials and sees martyn without martyn noticing- he sees the elegant, curling white horns, the way fantastically blue frost seems to start from each of his extremities and fade into white, he sees the scales going up and down his arms and his tail, reflecting torchlight like the finest of silver. maybe he notices the ridges that come from the stranger's back, jutting theough the fabric of martyn's clothes, and maybe, just maybe, the pieces start to fall in place.

maybe he leaves gifts at the mouth of martyn's cave. maybe martyn is immediately suspicious of this. of course he would be. but that doesn't stop ren from trying. from luring in this creature of cold with stupid notes and signs and vaguely impressive attempts at cooking, and maybe-

maybe, one day, martyn shows up at his camp. uninvited. like he's supposed to be there. and maybe ren takes it in stride, shows him something cool that he found on his adventure of the day, and sure, maybe martyn only stays for a few minutes, but maybe he'll come back. maybe ren somehow (somehow!) got him to lower his guard, to give friendship- with a knight, specifically- a try. maybe ren shows him what knights are supposed to be- caring and protective, beacons of light in the darkness, something- someone trustworthy. someone safe.

or maybe they just mess around the whole time and don't lore at all, who knows, i'm going crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sea-buns]

the smoothest fucking neurodivergent flirting I've ever seen holy shit