#floke twins

[haute-pockette]

Some Dungeon Meshi icons for spooky season!

#Dungeon Meshi #delicious in dungeon #Chilchuck Tims #Senshi of Izganda #Marcille Donato #Kabru #Mithrun #Lycion #Kiki and Kaka #Floke Twins #Hien #Gilin #Icons

[fumifooms]

Kaka compilation

Because everyone is sleeping on him. Witness his greatness!! First two Kaka colored icons were colored by me, lineart by Ryoko Kui though!

Kaka & Kiki are kinda like Laios & Falin… Kaka being stoic and giving repressed energy like early Laios, Kiki being cryptic and always smiling and kinda soft-looking. Autism siblings 2, ostracized and othered as kids and have a deep bond due to sticking together through it all, though unlike with Laios their parents are very loving so Kaka developed family as a big value more than Laios (bc asides for Falin Laios doesn’t care much about it).

In the gnome festival comic you can see Kaka is more emotive than he seems! Full with a :3 face, and he’s the one crying at the end. He’s insecure about his legs and being tall… It really got to him. Conceal don’t feel. In the gnome festival comic you also see him sensing others’ gaze on him and that something is off unlike Kiki, again Laios-like in the way that judgement from others gets to him more than her.

#The twins are so autistic swag #A falin just as chilled out and smiling and a laios who never stopped repressing #They’re so neurodivergent and they’re allowed to just exist I love you Kui. Kaka is just literally me #I looove characters that are hard to know and hard to read/easily misunderstood. They’re my favorite thing #LOOK AT THE WAY HE SMILES THE WAY HE BLUSHESSS HE’S PERFECT and I would take a harpoon to the chest for him thank u #I do love Kiki too btw but I’ve been seeing her in fancontent and posts way more than Kaka so I had to give him some spotlight #But also Laios is my fave of the Toudens so this very much checks out #Their pre-Flokes story would be interesting to analyze too #Dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #kaka floke #Kaka #Kiki and kaka #floke twins #As you may guess from my new-ish icon I am in my kaka era #ALSO I SWEAR TO GOD STOP BEING MEAN ABOUT HIS NAME #KA IS A SYLLABLE IN MY IRL NAME. YES I WAS BULLIED AND CALLED KAKA AS A KID. MY NAME ALSO MEANS UGLY STUFF IN A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE #KAKA’S A PRETTY NAME I’LL DIE ON THIS HILL. IT’S NOT WEIRD IF YOU DON’T MAKE IT WEIRD #Oh also another laios falin parallel: they both sort-of-date the same woman

[tagasaing]

i have to get this out of the way, re: dungeon meshi discussions

major spoilers ahead, obviously.

you know for a series that focuses so much on platonic and familial relationships it’s weird that dungeon meshi has attracted so much useless ship wars though. the most important driving force in the story is two sibling relationships (laios’s search for falin, thistle’s search for delgal) and one of the central themes is how loving others way too much can lead to your downfall (thistle’s desperate attempt to keep his loved ones leads to his mental state deteriorating so much he starts torturing people he claims to protect, marcille’s fear of losing her friends leads to her being easily manipulated by the main antagonist)

even with regards to falin. thistle wants to bring the ‘brother’ he raised back at all costs, he saw a young human woman as nothing more than a dragon, his tool. marcille wants to bring falin back at all costs, she didn’t care about the repercussions of using monster meat instead of animal meat even though she was an expert at ancient magic and should know why it’s such a dangerous practice.

each and every single one of the major characters has some form of tragedy with their family one way or another: the toudens, marcille and her dad. chilchuck and his wife. senshi’s entire backstory. izutsumi’s hidden desire for a mother. namari’s father. shuro and his family. kabru and his mother(both tallman and elf). mithrun and his brother. thistle and the melinis.

even some of the minor characters: flamela and her dead twin sister. the twins and the floke couple. kuro being the closest mickbell has to a family. etc etc

as someone who has reread this manga several times by now, i wonder if people just… read it once as fast as they could and act like they’re some sort of authority on fan discussion. i’ve seen people brag about reading the entire thing in one sitting as if it’s something to be proud of. this manga isn’t meant to be read that fast, that’s how you get people claiming that laios doesn’t reaaally love falin as much as marcille does.

to these people, laios just gets in the way, as if it wasn’t his idea to go down the dungeon in the first place, it wasn’t him who said his pain doesn’t matter because falin suffered more than him, it wasn’t him who felt immense guilt for leaving falin behind, it wasn’t him who found her skull, it wasn’t him who killed her to save her from her chimera form. i feel like people forget about the ‘too’ part when marcille said “i miss falin too”

marcille knows how much falin and laios love each other. that’s why she asked him if she’s allowed to resurrect her and didn’t act on her own. that’s why when both times a shapeshifting monster copied marcille to trick laios, it was what she looked like at the time she was reviving falin.

as someone who DOES ship farcille, none of the romance is canon. this isn’t meant to be anti-farcille. one of the post-canon comics is about falin gently turning down shuro because she wants to travel the world, “you can’t tie a dragon down” after all. she wants to travel the world and find herself because she doesn’t know who she is outside of marcille and laios. even marcille, who was hoping she’d reject him, tears up because of how beautiful and tragic it was.

there are a lot of ship teases because what author doesn’t like a good ship tease. but to say that dungeon meshi is a romantic love more than it is a story about family(both real and found) is a great misinterpretation of the text.

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers #dungeon meshi meta

[morgenstern16]

tansu floke (the old gnome man who hired namari) interests me because he's pretty hostile towards elves but raised a couple of tallmen children like his own. he's like an 19th century frenchman who raised a pair of vietnamese twins out of genuine love and compassion, but if you bring up the british around him you'll hear european shrimp color racism the likes of which are rarely experienced outside of the balkans

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon spoilers #tansu floke

[google-plexed]

Good and Evil

Prompt: conjoined twins who are the physical embodiment of Good v. Evil- who ultimately wins when the evil when decides that a bank robbery is the only way out of their financial situation?

The door flung open, crashing against the wall. Floke Grey didn’t even flinch at the bang as he marched in. “What are you doing?”

The bank robber slowly turned around. It was like looking in a mirror- Floke’s brown hair stuck out in little patches from under the robber’s cap, and Floke’s grey eyes peered out from the robber’s ski mask. “ ‘Hi Sindile, how are you? It’s been too long?’ ” His voice held the same sort of mirth Floke’s would have if he didn’t have to deal with this. Noticing Floke’s deadpan expression, Sindile dropped the act. “I’m playing dress-up. What are you doing here?” He turned back to the counter, continuing to pull out wads of dollar bills.

Floke scoffed. “Dad didn’t divide us into dumb and smart, Sindile. And a costume doesn’t require a scene.” At this, he gestured to the people crowded against the left wall, eyeing the pair warily.

“I’m dressed up as Robin Hood, Flokey. So maybe Dad did.”

“Robin Hood wears green-”

“Green!” Sindile held up a wad of crisp green dollar bills.

“-and he doesn’t wave around a gun.”

“Oh, this?” Sindile looked down at the gun in his hand. “Well, it’s like you said. Dad split us into good and evil, not dumb and smart, and you’re the good one, and I’m the evil one. And Robin Hood totally would have had a gun if they’d existed back then.

Talking about Robin Hood made Floke think of a time before Floke and Sindile, when it was just a boy and his dad and mom...

He shook his head, “And why are you dressed up as Robin Hood?” Sindile opened his mouth to reply, but Floke cut him off. “Never mind, the police are on their way, we need to go. Leave the money alone-”

“Someone blabbed?” Sindile lifted an eyebrow at the people crowded along the wall. “Maybe I should’ve used the gun-”

“Sindile. The police are coming. You can’t get arrested-”

“So what? I have a gun. I’ll use it this time-”

“-and you will get arrested,” Floke finished. “And then I’ll have to leave the country, because as far as anyone knows, as far as my license implies, we’re the same person, and I can’t go around explaining that we were the result of our father’s illegal experiment that literally resulted in a good twin and an evil twin-”

“You haven’t shown anyone your stupid license,” Sindile sneered. “If you had, people would know that you- we lived through that night, and-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Other than the unbidden memories the thought triggered, there was also the witnesses to think of. Witnesses who didn’t need to know what the bang sounded like, how hot it felt in the machine, or what his parents’ bodies looked like.

Sindile harumphed. “Anyway, can't you think of anyone but yourself?”

“Me?! You’re the guy terrorizing these people just so you can fill your pockets!”

“Ask me about my costume!”

“What?! We don’t have time.”

“Ask. Me. Why. I’m. Dressed. As. Robin. Hood!”

“WHY? Dear G-why?!”

There was a beat of silence. Floke caught his breath. He knew he was probably as red as a tomato, his face had always burned up easily. Sindile’s mask covered most of his face, but Floke could still see hints of the inevitable blush. Sindile’s eyes were hard and filled with determination.

“I’m stealing from the rich to give to the poor.”

Floke cast an eye over to the people by the wall. There was an elderly man with a hole-riddled sweater, a woman with three young children clinging to her, a teenager wearing off-brand sneakers, and a middle-aged woman wearing a sweat-stained T-shirt. None of them seemed to be rolling in the deep. “They are not rich. And you’re not poor.” Maybe while they were driving home Floke could give Sindile a lecture on class privilege and how there were so many people who had it worse. In fact, on the way here, Floke had encountered a man sitting on the corner-

“It’s not for me.”

Floke’s hands rested in his pockets, feeling for the packet of Skittles he had given away to the man on the corner. “Sorry, what?”

“The money is not for me,” Sindile explained. “There’s this guy on the corner of Griswald-”

“I know, I gave him a packet of Skittles.”

“He’s got a wife and two kids. A pocket of Skittles isn’t going to feed them all-”

Floke was stunned. His worse half was robbing a bank to help a homeless family. To be frank, he hadn’t expected Sindile to have it in him to do a good deed. The last time Sindile had formed a connection with someone else, that someone was left cursing Sindile’s name. Then again, he would never have expected his past self to have it in him to rob a bank...”

Sindile was his evil twin, yes, but he was more of a treacherous snake than a gun-toting robber. This was a first time thing for Sindile, and he was doing it for someone else. 

Sindile was now going into intense detail, describing the children and their wide, innocent eyes when Floke began to hear the sirens wailing. They were running out of time.

“Take the money and go,” Floke interrupted Sindile. Surprised but unwilling to question Floke’s change of heart, Sindile gathered the money and dashed out the front entrance, above which, Floke noticed, hung a security camera, its lens shattered by a bullet. No, Dad hadn’t separated them into dumb and smart.

Floke turned back to the others, who were still unsure what was happening. “I was never here.” And, with that, he followed his brother out.

#googleplexed #writing #fiction #scifi #original #drabble #writeblr #writblr