#oc: Donato

[simatomica]

Sweater weather

@bitzsims

[sabertoothwalrus]

some more of Chilchuck's grandson, Emertim. Laios wasn't allowed to hold him before but I thought he'd be good with toddlers :)

[sexybread-png]

hello tumblr, long time no see . have these dunmeshi drawings

farcille.....

also have stray gods fanart and kikimari..

and also ocs 😋 ask me abt them pkspslsspslpsslspslspsl

[silverbridge-harbor]

delicious

[cicadadust]

Okay wooo, headshot doodles from today. This Is like the first time I've drawn most of these characters ever- besides Chilchuck and Mithrun 🫡. I'm also so sorry Marcille fans, I messed up so bad.

[boommixx]

sibling bear hugs

[captainbaeremy]

shoutout to magneel and their gay aunts and uncle

[finnitesimal]

having fun tying threads into knots. the concept of the dungeon lord outfit had to be taken from somewhere

[gobs-stuff]

marcille when she finds chimera falin or something idk i haven't read the manga

[poisonder]

[sharklng]

delicious men in the dungeon (ft my OC dyarr)

[simatomica]

Donato and Annaleia hit the Indie Film Festival Red Carpet

@bitzsims

[sabertoothwalrus]

make a farcille fankid. im a fankid fan and i think that adding to the whole complicated situation is great. the political ramifications of EVERYTHING about laios's country are fantastic and making it worse by adding more interspecies kids (shoutout to chilchuck's grandkids) is fascinating

great cause I already started drawing adjkfghdjfg

PLEASE READ THIS POST TO UNDERSTAND MY THOUGHT PROCESS BEHIND THIS

but yeah I !!!!!! really like the political implications of 1) having a half-elf (which the queen of elves doesn't recognize as people) as a royal court mage who is 2) gay married to King's sister who is 3) a chimera

additionally!!!! I think Laios would pick his niece to be his successor, for several reasons:

I think he's gay. maybe aro-spec.

I don't think he'd MIND marrying a woman. He had a fiance (which ended when he left home, meaning he was engaged before the age of THIRTEEN) so I think he just always assumed he would get married at some point, regardless of his personal feelings about it

haven't decided if I think he would get gay married, get comphet married, or stay single. I think it depends on How progressive he thinks Melini should be, other countries' feelings be damned. (unless Kabru says no, actually, that's a little too risky.)

point being IDK if Laios would have any kids of his own

He LOVES Falin. He loves Marcille as well. He'd fucking LOVEEEEE their kid my GOD would he spoil her!!!!! Best Uncle In The World

He probably thinks any chimera traits she'd have Fucking Rule and would think it's badass for someone like that to have the throne

yeah so. uh. enjoy farcille fankid

[saccharineomens]

well, I was thinking about Falin and Chilchuck teaching Laios how to do Marcille’s hair, and then it turned into a spontaneous fic. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Spoilers for the ending of Dungeon Meshi. (<700 words)

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“No, I think it looked a little more like this.” A pen scribbled against the parchment.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, just pull it a little tighter.”

Chilchuck tugged on the blonde locks until they were snug against Marcille’s skull. 

“Yeah! That’s it!” Falin clapped in delight, and Chilchuck leaned back with a smug smile.

“There. Laios, you see? Easy. Now you try.” Chilchuck pulled the ties loose from the braids, and the entire hairdo collapsed. Marcille shook her head to get some of the wisps out of her eyesight, then turned the next page of her book.

A large presence settled behind her, and Marcille could feel his uncertain hesitation. “Don’t forget the comb, Laios,” Falin piped up.

“Ah, right.” A pause, and then a moment later Marcille could feel Laios’ hands awkwardly pick up her hair. He handled it like he would a newborn, anxious and delicate, but the way his sweaty palms would occasionally snag on her hair became too distracting for her to keep reading. 

“You don’t have to be *that* gentle about it,” Marcille said, closing the book and setting it on her lap. “Just treat it like you would if you were healing somebody. Be practical.”

Chilchuck groused from where he observed a few feet away. “You better pick this up quick, Laios, I’m leaving for Kahka Brud next week.” 

“Neither Chilchuck nor I will be able to help Marcille with her hair,” Falin said, her tone still soothingly soft despite the agitation of everyone else in the room, “so it’ll have to be you.”

Marcille flinched with a sound of surprise when Laios tugged her head sharply to one side. “Sorry!” he exclaimed, freezing up.

“It’s fine,” Marcille sighed, turning her attention to the paintings adorning the walls. She just had to be patient. This hair was getting to be more trouble than it was worth.

It felt like just a few minutes more before Laios’ hands left her, and she turned to see his arms pulled tight to his body in defeat, a grimace on his face like a student watching to see if their dungeonium survived the teacher’s grade. “That good?”

Falin and Chilchuck tilted their heads simultaneously, giving small hums of consideration. Chilchuck heaved a sigh and shook his head, and offered a hand mirror to Marcille. “Look for yourself. What do you think, Marcille?”

Marcille held the mirror up and moved her head left to right, searching for a feeling to rise in response. Satisfaction? Apprehension? She thought, and considered, and hoped, but all that answered her was an inky black nothingness in her stomach. “I don’t know,” she said. Hollow. She used to feel something there, when she looked at her hair. A sense of comfort, and a sense of pride. Her hair was like her mother’s, it connected them. And now all she could feel was…nothing.

Lowering the mirror revealed Laios’ face struck with despair, and she stammered. “Uh, I mean,” she raised the mirror again. “It’s a little…crooked?” Was that a good word to use? “It looks nice!”

“Here,” Chilchuck offered, reaching up, and Marcille turned her head toward his hands. He gripped the end of her hair and tugged on the tie holding it together. “If you take care to make sure all the strands get into the braid, it’ll look less sloppy.” The comb pulled through her loose locks again, and Marcille sighed. This all seemed like such a hassle.

“I could just cut it off, you know,” she said. “Falin has short hair! Lots of mages do!”

“No!” Laios exclaimed. “You love your hair! I mean, you used to! I’m sure if we get this right it won’t interfere with the way it helps your magic, like you said it would.”

“There are other ways to meditate,” Marcille mumbled.

“I’ll get this right. I *will*.” Laios’ voice was firm and stubborn. “Falin and Chilchuck are even drawing me instructions! I won’t waste their efforts!”

Marcille turned back around and picked up her book again, “Alright, have it your way.”

The tie pulled free from her scalp, and her hair tumbled down around her shoulders once more.

[eeeenniiiddd]

cher’s always anxious around chilchuck because they wanna always have a good impression for him.

in all seriousness, if his daughter likes her then he’s gonna have to tolerate it. they arent that bad of a person to hang around

drawing this gave me such a migraine because Im using copic markers and the smell is positively horrendous.

take marcille, falin, meijack and cher doodles for the road! safe keeping!!

[jazstudios]

Dungeon meshi doodles aaahh (yuki is an oc of mine) goodnight