realizing thistle never actually reached the maturation point for an elf is so. eye opening. especially bc he actually witnessed both delgal's birth and the birth of delgal's son (AND HIS GRANDSON!!). as a human reader it's so easy to be lulled into thinking he's so old and marcille's remark of him being a child came so fast it's so easily forgotten
like i definitely think the golden kingdom and delgal himself never knew let alone be able to perceive thistle as an immature person. bc in their years he's just so old. and i think growing up surrounded with all tallmen also gave thistle false perceptions of how mature he was and it played a part in him taking on the responsibility of rejecting death for the whole kingdom. it's a brilliant and raw display of what age discrepancy actually means in the world of dungeon meshi
After two years with Ivankov, Sanji knows something about Luffy that Zoro does not.
pairing: monkey d. luffy/roronoa zoro (implied); roronoa zoro & sanji
word count: 11,334
ao3 tags: incorrect descriptions of poisoning and other medical inaccuracies; spoilers through wano act II; roronoa "self-sacrifice" zoro; big sanji emotions; angst and hurt/comfort
just pretend that the flow between the two works better…. and that i totally didn’t just redo the last to panels of part 1… and that there’s not a total style change because this one is faster (and looks better) and I took a two month break from it only for all my original files to be lost… just pretend… call this part 2/???
had the most present moment of my parenthood so far last night when i had taken a low dose delta gummy and had absolutely no pain in my legs whatsoever
i had no anxiety. i had no racing thoughts. my brain was quiet. my legs were functioning. my heart was full of unrepentant joy and laughter because i was able to engage with my toddler without the background radiation of never ending 5 to 7 out of 10 pain and the constant threat of needing to remember to do something or make a list or clean something or plan something
i was just there. having fun. singing and dancing before bedtime. my child was laughing and having fun. i was laughing and having fun. all i felt was happiness. for once, literally nothing else but happiness.
its really really unfair, painful even, to get these momentary glimpses of what my life could be like if i wasn't crippled and crazy and broken all over.