everyone go listen to @questfriendspodcast .it's fun and cool and has plenty of little critters like the ones i drew here 🤖👍

I have nothing else to say to this.

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now im curious as to how many of your listeners are german

Oooh true true. Luckily, I can check the countries of our listeners over the last year, and...

Oh.

Oh no.

tfw someone murders your rutabaga boyfriend who is actually four eels

pov you’re about to get tag team dueled on

They have my heart <33

[4.0 archon quest spoilers]

The thing about Percabeth is, they are not enemies to lovers.

They are two twelve year olds who are annoyed by each other, to trusted allies, to friends who argue, to best friends, to oblivious pining idiots, to lovers.

i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.

but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.

a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.

instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting

i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."

i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.

and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.

"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."

[ID: A panel from Dungeon Meshi. It shows the corpses of Senshi, Chilchuck, Izutsumi and Laois all propped up against fancy paintings sitting on the ground against the wall. Marcille is alive but has a reddened, tear-streaked face and a dead-eyed expression as she leans her head against Laios' shoulder, reached out a hand, and says, "Did you give even a moment's thought to how I'd feel surrounded by your corpses...?" End ID.]

God this panel took me right the fuck out. On the one hand, what else can they do? Marcille's the only member of the party skilled enough in magic to do resurrection spells. Laois straight up tells her he's giving her the neck armour because she's the healer, the one they can't afford to lose; she can rez the rest but if she dies, they're all doomed. And it's a uniquely cruel position for Marcille to be in because of her deep, aching fear of outliving everyone she loves, a fear that Laios has to be aware of on some level, even if he doesn't clearly remember the nightmare he rescued Marcille from... but even if he was fully aware of it, that doesn't change the fact that she's the only one of them who can rez. It's inescapable that she has to be in this position, just as, in the end, it's inescapable that she will outlive everyone in this panel even if they live to ripe old ages. Marcille being forced to microdose her inevitable looming grief is a great setup for her making the decision she does when they meet the Winged Lion--how can she go through this again, for real?

So I decided to take that literally-

In the outtakes of Episode 17. Die Card (Part 3), Hallie asked if she could get "She Goes Where She Do" on a shirt.

Kyle responded, and I quote: »We’ll leave it to the fans.«

So yeah, meet "SHE GOES WHERE SHE DO", a custom unofficial Quest Friends! shirt designed by me.

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Sparky gets one of those extremely specific targeted shirt ads that says "I'm A Heartbroken MILF, Born In The Valley, Who Reads Magazines And Owns A Mascot Costume. My Ex Is In Jail!" And every sentence is in a different font.

I ha te ti I HATe It Also her ex is apparently NOT in jail -Hallie

"percy takes annabeth's last name—"

"annabeth takes percy's last name—"

"they combine last names—"

"they don't even get married because of hera—"

give me a crackfic where percy and annabeth kill zeus and hera and anyone who stands in their way just to get married, and, in killing zeus and hera, they become gods, eliminating the last name problem because they won't even HAVE last names as gods

takeaways from interlude: nahida is proficient in playing 5d interdimensional chess with time travel and scaramouche was basically the harbingers' irminsul tech guy

Redesign and masterpost link under readmore

Nahida redesign: kaletalecowboy (tumblr)

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Last sketch references the last sketch of the Omnipresence Over Mortals summary