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painted-bees · 6 days

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Thinking about how Raf decides to run Hi-Note, turning it from a recording studio to a proper label* with a bit of a catch.

Specifically, Raf mandates Hi-Note to find musicians who've fallen through the industry's cracks or play to extremely niche audiences--and provide them the space and financial security to produce music in whatever capacity they're capable of. Hi-Note is able to market and distribute records/recordings, and it accepts that it'll lose money on the majority of the artists that sign onto it. It's run as a business on paper, but its goal isn't to raise capital. Raf's... from a wealthy family who runs a wealthy corporate machine. He gets paid a fuckoff amount of money every year just for existing, and he only inherits more as time goes on. He doesn't need Hi-Note to be financially viable. Rather, Hi-Note kinda becomes the seive through which he's able to pay steady patronage to musical talent that might otherwise have never been able to get a foothold via the more standard industry avenues, granting money/resources to them so they can comfortabley produce the music they love producing and reach a wider audience for that music than they might have been able to on their own. If an artist manages to make decent profit, the cut Hi-Note receives circles right back around again to help support the label's artists who don't generate profit. So, in that way, one artist's success is everyone's success.

Hi-Note cherry picks the artists they sign, of course...and the circle of talent they scoop up stays rather small, with priority given to those who come via the recommendation of established Hi-Note employees. There's a certain...type of artist personality that it favours, and certain types of personalities it staunchly avoids. Artists who'd get along fine via traditional avenues or who have little to no trouble marketing themselves are passed over. As is anyone who seems to have lacked certain challenges in their lives and failed to develop certain perspectives on...how people should be treated and discussed. And this area of high subjectivity/personal bias is probably where Hi-Note finds most of the critisism levelled against it. But there is an equalibrium/"vibe" that Raf aspires to maintain within Hi-Note, and he is pretty uncompromising about it, since a lot of it ties in with his own personal feelings of ease and comfort. Perhaps for this reason alone, Hi-Note can never grow beyond a very humble size.

But, so long as the people working with and within Hi-Note are happy and feel well supported in an industry that otherwise would have ground them into jadesd burnt-out husks, Raf is content with its trajectory. Hi-Note is probably the closest thing he and Margie get to having kids lmao. They're not family, and he's most comfortable keeping them at that amiciable, professional arm's length. But at the same time, he's very proud of his retinue and is ride or die for Hi-Note's artists and employees. And, for the most part, they are for him, too.

#it's quite different from how Guillaume ran things...#Uncle Bill still treated like A Business.#Raf is like “what if I turned this into a supermassive money black hole that produces just a bunch of really weird music instead?”#Raf is bad at wealth aquisition/retention and it's all Margie's fault--she's a terrible influence[positive].#Margie has conditioned him to believe that wealth needs to be shared and that dying rich could probably be considered a moral failing.#Not that Margie has ever SAID this...but she embodies it.#hi-note

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sesamenom · 19 days

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Ar-Pharazon from the Reverse Gondolin AU and as Witch-King of Numenor - thanks to @who-needs-words for helping develop this idea!

#silm #silmarillion #second age #ar pharazon #reverse gondolin au #(well more like the aftermath of gondolin reversal)#this au has consumed my life #on the plus side inspiration for feanor is finally reemerging from under the metaphorical couch so i might get something finwion-y done soo #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa so much to draw so little time #seriously though golden nazgul is such a cool idea #whatever the mordor equivalent for the angband trio is (sauron pharazon and shelob maybe?) is going to look so cool in black and gold #black/gold black hole shelob!!#and prince elrond is super finwiony looking #also he has his wings & glowiness out a lot more so that'll be fun #but yeah basically in the au Prince Elrond realized via foresight what was happening/going to happen in numenor #so he went there and disowned ar pharazon (by extension removing him from the throne) and crowned tar miriel rightful Ruling Queen #then later when sauron showed up he came back kicked sauron out and outlawed the death cult #but between that time sauron secretly recruited ar pharazon by promising him kingship in exchange for his support #and anyways ar pharazon survived all the way to the TA as the Witch King #(mr. angmar here gets to be second in command of the nazgul sorry)#-imagine this guy showing up to be all 'bagginssss' though #the witch king of numenor is somehow even more dramatic #also the whole 'no living man can kill me' is. a bit different coming from a guy who has many enemies in the form of #a) his cousin the Ruling Queen of Numenor #b) his uncle the choice-of-elves-peredhel #c) a bunch of Faithful in the Halls #the dead guys aren't too much of a problem #but i wonder if he heard that prophecy and worried a whole lot more about the Ruling Queens #or Prince Elrond who in the au has very definitely embraced his maia-ness #and then imagine his surprise hearing 'but no living man am i' and it coming from. a random human lady.

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skeletalheartattack · 7 months

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Releases pikmin creatures into your home

What will you do?

probably have sex with them i guess

oh fucm *slides my hair back and sprays perfume into my mouth* agh agh cough fuck wrong thing *sprays that other shit into my mouth then pops my shirts collar* what's up lil mamma. how about we find a quiet place to sit and make the whole place wet... EUGH!!! what's all this then!!

anon. anon. what do i do if she's a milf

#ask #anon #anonymous im so sorry. im sorry.#to actually answer your question though. depends on what creature #and ik theres like. a lot of creatures.#i think id like to have a bunch of bulbmin. or bulborbs. they remind me a lot of opossums. mostly in their mouth shape and fangs.#but generally i think id either release them outside or just watch them for a bit for the most part. in terms of most pikmin creatures.#breadbugs would be funny to watch but i imagine they'd probably be pest-like if not taken care of or kept in an enclosure #theyd be constantly trying to take random shit back to their holes or piles of dirt or whatever #like listen i never lose my keys since i keep them in the same place. and also theyre on a bright red lanyard.#but a breadbug would steal those keys and i would be in distress #for pikmin themselves. same deal i think. id prefer to see them outside than inside my house #i think bulborbs/bulbmin would be the highest on my list of creatures to take care of maybe #otherwise LEEEAVE my motherfucking home NOOOWWWW!!!!#except less like dr breen #anyway. anon. sorry about the initial reply. i hope my tags sufficed #i like to say dumb shit i cant help it. favourite activity.#anyway thank you for the ask anon :)

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vivelareine · 3 months

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The late King of this Country has been publickly executed. He died in a Manner becoming his Dignity. Mounting the Scaffold he express’d anew his Forgiveness of those who persecuted him and a Prayer that his deluded People might be benefited by his Death. On the Scaffold he attempted to speak but the commanding Officer Santerre ordered the Drums to be beat. The King made two unavailing Efforts but with the same bad Success. The Executioners threw him down and were in such Haste as to let fall the Axe before his Neck was properly placed so that he was mangled. It would be needless to give you an affecting Narrative of Particulars.

--Gouverneur Morris to Thomas Jefferson, 25 January 1793.

#louis xvi #french history #french revolution #letters #quotes #!! finally a contemporary claim that the execution was botched.#John Hardman writes that it was it was because his neck was “too fat to fit” but he provides no citation for it.#I went down this rabbit hole before but it was before a bunch of stressful stuff happened and I can't remember what I learned

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stalactites · 2 years

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nope 2022 thesis statement

#nope 2022 #nope spoilers #filling your god hole with work or love or money or fame or attention or tartar sauce!!!!!!!!#tartar sauce is a joke but oj working himself to the bone #em having five million titles like writer director singer etc #your desire can't be looked at directly #your desire will consume you #your desire will grow and morph and become increasingly dangerous #UGH AND ALL THE TALK ABOUT DREAMS!!!!#the pursuit of the impossible will kill you!!!!!!#i mean this is gibberish but do you get what i'm saying!!! hello is anybody out there!!!!!!#me on opening night saying a bunch of words into a microphone expecting an answer #ITS ABOUT THE HOLES!!!!!!#ITS ABOUT CONSUMING FLESH!!!!!!!#i have to go to bed

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otterlyotterott · 1 month

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A cat sits alone in the cemetery

Inspired by @circuscountdowns's bishop death comic.

cw: grief, slow mental deterioration by way of immortality

Mortal minds were not meant to live forever. Not alone.

It’s the middle of the night and they kneel before the grave. In one of their hands they grip a shovel that had been gifted to them a long time ago. At the base of the handle is an engraving that matches the stone crown on the gravestone.

There is a pendant on their chest, and it gleams gold in the moonlight.

They close their eyes, and breathe. Out slow, in slow.

Camellias smell like sugar and dirt, like three thousand years of longing. The flowers on this grave are always fresh. always redder than blood, even in the winter, when every other plant on cult grounds wilts and turns bare and hibernates. The camellias on his grave are always there, always beautiful. One might call them blessed.

They are not afraid of dying—they are devoted to Death. They simply cannot die yet. Their Gods and leaders need them. The rest of the flock needs their wisdom. Someone who can speak to them as an equal, but who knows more and has seen more than the rest.

Mortal minds were not meant to live forever, but they’re still doing pretty well. They lose days or weeks sometimes, but it’s not a problem yet. They suspect it’ll take another five thousand or so before their mind becomes a problem, assuming something else doesn’t kill them first.

So, they cannot leave. Not of their own accord. They have no need to.

They want to stay, to be content with the impossible life they live, but something is missing. They’ve been missing the sandpaper edges of his voice for the last few centuries. They’ve been yearning for the feel of his fur on their own—green and yellow, a sunbeam shining over a bed of moss.

He left them. They agreed to it. He was tired. They understood, or thought they did. They were with him for the rest of his life, and they loved him, and he died, in the end, like a mortal, but his heart was full, and when he was gone for good, they realized that their heart had gone with him. Stolen in a final prank.

At first they figured the pain would lie in the loss itself, but true moments of pain were every time they would forget that he was gone. It was every time they would look beside them, to whisper to him something that he would yell aloud to embarrass them both, only to find no one was there. It was every odd hole in the ground that they would feel the urge to crouch down beside, to talk to him, coax him out, before someone would ask what they were doing and they would remember that he wasn't there. It was every time they remembered that holes in the ground were for plants, and not Gods.

He would be severely annoyed to see them do anything but smile, but it was getting hard to smile without him.

And, and he would want this, wouldn’t he? Even if getting woken back up annoyed him at first.

His After was probably boring without them.

He'd think it was funny.

He’d grin impossibly wide and say, “ABOUT TIME YOU DID SOMETHING SELFISH.”

They stare at the old stone. The crown of the God of Chaos stares back. It's only another life. He won't even have to put on a necklace this time around.

Mortal minds were not meant to live forever. Not alone.

So, they stand and lurch forward. They take the shovel into both their hands, and they drive it like a spear into the dirt, into Leshy's grave.

They don’t know how the ritual works, but they know they’ll need his bones for it. They'll figure the rest out later.

#cotl #cotl leshy #cotl yellow cat #leshy x yellow cat #i just kept wondering like #what if one of the spouses asked for their love's golden skull necklace #and then hung out for a couple thousand years just so the bishops would have someone other than lamb and nari to mourn them #yellow cat here won't succeed though #they'll either not be able to do the ritual or narinder's going to appear out of nowhere and talk them down from interrupting leshy's rest #ottscreeching #i've been in a cotl rabbit hole for the last two weeks my god #to be continued maybe #rlly into the idea of being a god-spouse but not being the main character like The Lamb is so you're kind on the outskirts of the wild ride #watching a bunch of crazy shit go down but your job and your skills are only in like #growing pumpkins #but the love of your life is a big green chaos worm #hello cotl fandom #i wrote this at like 1:30 in the morning

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inksetebos · 2 months

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is. is this what corporate twitter is like

#puyo puyo #went down a rabbit hole last night trying to figure out if this account was official or not #i. think it is #but im not a twitter user so idk what corporate accounts are supposed to look like #the only reason i went through their twitter in the first place was bc of promotional art that was posted on there #that (afaik) has not been uploaded onto puyo nexus yet #which is weird since the image was posted like 2 years ago and i have seen other people post it #so i was like “ok. so is this legit or not?”#“is this fanart that got mistaken for official artwork?”#my conclusion. idk it's probably official #(not pictured: a bunch of very official looking ads and update notices for ppt2 on the twitter account)

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azurecanary · 2 months

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Knowing that Brennan and Aabria both have ADHD explains so much why i enjoy seeing them do shit and feel so seen by their reasoning for DnD choices they make

#brennan ''i went down an Internet rabbit hole what scene are we doing'' lee mulligan #and #aabria ''i forgot to take a bunch of magic items'' iyengar #being the people who i base my approach to this game on #and i do NOT regret it #brennan lee mulligan #aabria iyengar #dnd

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unexpectedbrickattack · 11 months

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Love the tragic irony of peppino having used to keep his hair long ngl...... Btw do you think he used to have some different hobbies back then? :O

(good luck w that comm btw-)

I dont think its tragic! His hair STILL comes down to his shoulder; he just doesnt have any annoying hair in his face that would make him want to make a ponytail. I think when u start balding u either panic or make ur peace and i think he was too worried about Other Things to care about it lol

As for hobbies, he has a Couple that i thought were cute and fitting.

Despite the anxiety, he is a bit of an entertainer. He can do magic tricks! Not very flashy ones but he knows alot of card and sleight of hand tricks; it is fun to see people stare in disbelief, and its a good way to keep his hands busy. The Autism prevents him from withholding Magic Secrets; if anyone asks him how he did it he will be very happy to share it. It helps that tricks are STILL hard to perform, even if u have the Knowledge of how it works.

He doesnt consider himself an artist but he can do caricatures 😊 I am very attached to my hc that he drew the little storefront logo for his own shop. Partly bc it would be easy for him to draw; mostly bc he did not want to waste money to get someone ELSE to do it if he could just do it his damn self. You will not catch him drawing or sketching anymore, even post game when hes doing better overall. But like most things, u can press him into showing off a little bit if u say the right words.

I hesitate to call it a hobby, but he will go jogging almost Daily. Well. When he was younger he jogged daily but nowadays he will at the very least Walk daily. He does it really early in the morning before he opens up shop, or in the evening if the weather permits. He doesnt like the rigidness of ‘working out’ though, and will avoid it like the plague; he is a little baby (princess) and does not want to get achey muscles and he does Not want to sweat at all its the worst. Post game, he will have random peeps join him for walks. He does not ask for this but it is not the WORST thing in the world to have some company :)

#answered #chattin #peppino #i have a bunch of other ones but wehhh #this will be an essay #which is what im trying to avoid now hdjdbdksk #he can bake as well he is just very good w foods overall #but when he got older and more stressed it accidentally turned into him stressbaking #he used to give it away to neighbors (bc the thought of throwing out food makes him ILL)#but now he gives it to noisette and gus bc they are literally black holes #they will simply eat anything and everything #also i think he can play on a concertina but only bc like #his uncle or grandpa taught him when he was younger to like #Expand His Brain or some shit; u know- teach them when theyre young bc theyre so receptive to new things #and THIS is bc i think it would be cute if he made a tiny peshino prototype for like marketing reasons #and he based it off of him being Just Okay with the instrument #and the tinkering is bc i think him being a BROKE BITCH meant that he was unable to literally call for repairs around his shop (and home…)#so he just took it upon himself to learn how to do basic repair stuff #and like #keeping his hands busy #tinkering to make a little windup toy seemed to make sense from there bfjdndkdndk #hes got lots of very minor talents and skills but they add up to give u a man that has approximate knowledge of many things #and he keeps it all to himself bc hes a loner :)#OMG how did i almost forget; thank u; i am still lining this comm #its not even BAD i am just. uninspired #i like draw big dudes buff OR fat and i am drawing Some Guy #so ive been dragging my feet through the mud gettin it done #but on god im finishing this lines tonight

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softquietsteadylove · 2 months

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Both are attending a meeting with some business partners but soon they insult and make fun of Gil getting himself shot. Thena isn’t having it at all and soon they are begging for mercy and forgiveness 😈

For the tyrant king au of course 😁

"Then we're agreed."

Gil stood, although he hadn't said nearly as much in the meeting as Thena had with their associates. The businessmen in question were mostly interested in Thena's assets, after all, it was just that some of their 'goods' would be distributed through Thena's channels, as well as through Koreatown and Chinatown.

He wasn't nearly interested enough in what was being said; he wanted to be at home, with Thena, cuddling on the couch or listening to her read in bed while he played on his phone.

"Indeed we are," Thena nodded. The businessmen offered their hands, but Thena looked over at him. The Ice Queen didn't shake hands unless she was already acquainted with her associate.

Gil sighed, extending his hand to shake instead. The things he did for this woman. "I'm sure our doors will be open if you need to discuss anything else about the plans."

"Thank you," the associates traded looks, "Tyrant King. Your reputation precedes you. We have heard so much about your work."

He wasn't entirely sure what that was supposed to mean, but he slipped his hands into his pockets as they prepared to end the meeting, "great."

"Is it true you killed Kro?" the younger associate of the two asked in a near whisper, a juvenile glee coming from him as he asked.

"No," Gil answered without hesitation. The younger man looked disappointed before he moved his thumb towards Thena beside him, "she did."

"Ah yes, the Ice Queen is not without her own methods."

Gil caught Thena's eye for just a second. Again, he wasn't really sure what this young guy's deal was, but he was more and more eager to wrap things up.

"But The Prince Eternal, that most certainly was you!" the other associate now joined in. Technically, it was bad decorum--bringing up past business that wasn't anything they should be concerned with, Gil thought.

"Uh, yeah," Gil blinked. He wasn't sure how they had found that one out.

"Ah," the older one at least seemed to realise how rude they were being. "Forgive the intrusion. We do have quite a skilled information dealer we consulted before coming. Can't be ignorant to our honourable host's reputations, after all."

"You can be a little ignorant," Gil mumbled, although it was taken as more of a friendly joke than how he meant it--a genuine urging for them to get the fuck out of his office.

"You've had quite the past, Tyrant King!" the younger one chimed in again. "A bungled affair, sending business away left and right!"

"You even got shot last year!"

Perhaps they were unable to read the room--like, at all. But the two seemed elated to prove that they knew the lives of their business associates. They even grinned at him as they said it.

"It happens," the younger one waved it off like it was nothing, "I don't think you're past your prime at all!"

Gil bit his tongue. He didn't realise that was an opinion people had of him. What--because he got shot?! He didn't see how that was his fault.

"It was the fall of one of the great families in the business back in Korea! Their daughter still hasn't been seen in public."

Gil resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Do you know why that is?"

Gil felt a shiver run up even his spine, and he wasn't the one in trouble. He looked at the men who, by the calm looks on their faces, didn't seem to know yet why the temperature had changed so much.

Thena just stared at them, but they didn't make a guess at all. So, she informed them. "It's because I cut off one of her fingers before I sent her back to them."

The two men looked at one another. Apparently that wasn't in the briefing done by their precious 'information dealer' (horseshit). They put on perfectly polite smiles. "We were unaware, Ice Queen."

"Most are," Thena continued to fix them with her icy green glare. She rustled her lace around her shoulders. "I also told her that she would be relieved of her ears next, if I ever saw her near me, or my husband, again."

"Your-"

"We weren't-"

Poor guys didn't even see it coming. They could have just looked down when Thena adjusted her lace to see that she had reached for her hip. Her fingers had grasped the knife she kept around her thigh, which was now driven into the younger man's leg, dangerously close to some key arteries.

She looked at the other one, who flinched just from that. "I take threats - and disrespect - of the Tyrant King very seriously."

"I-I-I would-" he stuttered, trying to back up to the office doors behind him. But he could never have moved fast enough, getting another of her knives launched into the palm of his hand he had been trying to use to show her he meant no harm.

The younger one pulled the knife out of his thigh, but he wasn't in any condition to fight back. Thena used the sole of her heel to push him over in his crumpled posture, like a wounded animal.

"Did you find the story thrilling?" she asked so dryly and evenly. Gil watched as she reached into the younger man's suit jacket and pulled out the weapon he had in an arm holster. She held it in a way that was kind of sexy, honestly. "Did you find it amusing?"

"I'm sorry!" he yelped, trying to crawl, but his leg was all but useless. "I'm sorry, I won't say it again!"

"Do you know where he was shot?" she turned to the other one, who sprinted to the doors and pulled on them to escape.

She shot him from behind, two in the ribs and one by his clavicle (if he had been turned around facing her). "Is it painful?"

Gil just whistled to himself, impressed as always. Thena didn't even look back at him; she wasn't done.

She walked over to the man dragging his bloody hand down Gil's nice, solid oak door. Again, she used her foot to nudge him into looking up at her. "I said: is it painful?"

"Y-Yes," the man snivelled.

"Yes?" Thena glared down at him, flipping his hand over and stepping on it (the injured one).

"Y-Yes--yes, Ice Queen!"

Thena emptied the rest of the clip next to his head, scaring him very literally shitless. She left him kneeling on the floor, watching his life flash before his eyes. The completely empty and useless weapon, she tossed at the head of the other one, letting it smack him in the face like tossing a food wrapper in the garbage.

Gil pulled his hands out of his pockets just to clap. "Holy shit, Princess, that was hot!"

She glared at him, "is that truly the adjective you wish to choose?"

"Okay," he chuckled, walking over to her to amend his compliment. He kissed her temple, wrapping his arm around her, "it was ice cold."

Thena rolled her eyes at the silly joke (as the men screamed and cried in agony in the background). "That was far worse."

"Yeah, but that's why you're marrying me," Gil snickered, positively delighted to bring up their engagement at every possible opportunity.

Thena sighed, straightening his collar and unbuttoning his shirt, now that they weren't in a very important meeting. She liked seeing the edges of his tattoo sleeves encroaching on his shoulders. "I would not say that is why."

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, leading her out of the office that was about to stink of blood and evacuated bowels. "My devilish good looks were too much to resist, huh?"

Thena didn't chide him, at least, letting him lead her away from the mess they left inside. She merely let her lace settle in the crooks of her elbows as he led her to the elevators. "I am willing to agree if it gets us home that much faster."

Gil pointed at his office from the elevator doors, "that's gonna need a good bleaching."

"Understood sir!" his guys knew what that meant, and exactly what evidence to wash out of his area rugs.

Once they were in the elevator, away from prying eyes, Thena allowed him to nuzzle her cheek. "What an exhausting meeting."

"I barely remember anything from it," he agreed, and the way she laughed meant that he didn't need to tell her that. He kissed her cheek, "but I do remember you saying that you felt like sushi tonight."

"Something light, please," she sighed, allowing him to unravel the tight knots that comprised her business persona.

"Anything you desire, Ice Queen," Gil purred for her. He would tell her when they were home how sexy he found her whole defense of him. Maybe he could even get her to be a little pushy with him tonight.

#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU #Thena is a badass #and Gil is a s i m p #he is king simp #he is his wife's number one fan #she said: does it hurt #Gil: oh my god oh my jesus fucking christ she's so hot holy shit god i love her oh my fuck she #Gil was ready to just be like ugh this is so annoying #maybe at most he would be like okay haha bad joke #Thena as soon as they joke about him being shot: I am going to make you shit your pants #they wanna joke about Gil almost dying?#about her biggest trauma to date #about the worst time of her life #okay sure she's going to toss a gun at you like a rock at a bunch of seagulls #(please don't throw rocks at seagulls I do not condone this)#also I don't usually bring up guns in my stuff because what am I american?#but Thena can damn well make good use of one if she really has to #she didn't have to shoot next to that guy's head #she does admit maybe that part was overboard #Gil is like baby there's a hole in my floor #Thena *shrugs*: technically I fired three shots so that's not a bad ratio

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deus-ex-mona · 1 month

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w. w a i t them giving each other doughnuts truly meant that they are each other’s only one??????

#thank you jp lxl twt for your hard work in finding this out #punny gifts ‘i love you a (w)hole bunch’ are funny #u m. well!!!!!! today sure was something!!!!!!!!!!#(scrapped) asumona yuri and now lxl wordless confession(???)#(is this what they mean by unvoiced words of love like in meoto—)#i think that’s enough interwebs for one day goodbye guys see you for tomorrow’s daily lxl till meoto mv #染BODY ONCE TOLD ME—

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oflightningandstars · 3 days

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can you tell me about dungeon meshi? I was trying to piece together the plot from the posts you’ve reblogged, but now I’m really curious

Okay for one I really really want to know what you think it's about based on what I've reblogged please I want to know

actual answer to follow with the caveat that I always worry if I'm describing things accurately, but I will try my best! (also it will be kind of a description of what happens in the first chapter/first half of first episode so minor spoilers for the very beginning)

Okay! So!

Dungeons, which are like. Magical places with monsters? That feels like a sub-par way to describe it but it's the best I've got for now + what is known at the start of the story. The dungeon we are in is ruled by a Mad Mage (TM) and the story goes that whoever defeats him will become ruler of a lost kingdom.

One party is fighting a dragon, when one of their party members, Falin, gets eaten. But before she is eaten she casts a spell to transport the rest of the party out of the dungeon. Falin is very important to multiple members of the party, including Laios, her brother, and Marcille (gestures in I'm not sure I can accurately describe what is going on there, but they basically met in school more or less). So they are very very set on returning to the dungeon and saving Falin. However, when they were teleported out of the dungeon most of their stuff was left behind, plus two of their party members left the party upon reaching the surface so they don't have much in the way of resources, just three people (Laios, Marcille, and the party's pick-lock/rogue Chilchuck)

But Laios has a plan: instead of trying to buy supplies like rations on the surface, they will eat monsters from the dungeon. We learn that monsters are something he is incredibly passionate about. Marcille and Chilchuck are decidedly less than pleased with this plan, but agree to go.

Not too far into the dungeon they meet a guy, Senshi, who has been living in the dungeon and cooking monsters for a while and he offers to help them out with the cooking of the monsters, and then joining the party.

So they are trying to save Falin and cooking monsters and also it's more than that like. Themes and emotionally I guess but my brain is a little bit soup and I don't think I can articulate it!

Lots of interesting fantasy ecology stuff, the story at times feels both like horror and a comedy (there are kind of dark things happening but also the way it happens or lines will be really funny and I keep laughing)

I hope that was at least somewhat helpful!

#thank you for the ask!!#and again I really do want to know what you thought it was about just from the posts #I personally got interested in it from seeing a bunch of tumblr posts and eventually was like 'okay I have to check it out'#and then I fell down the rabbit hole jfl;askd

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