#tall-man mithrun

[nullphysics]

[neo--queen--serenity]

Remember how, in the Touden party, everyone had to swap clothes when they changed races, since that was the only way they could feasibly find clothing that fit them in their new body types under such short notice?

Kabru and Mithrun had to do the same thing, and for the same reasons. They had to swap the bottom halves of their outfits to be able to accommodate to their new forms. Normal enough, right?

Normal enough until you realize that Kabru is still wearing his armor, which looks inordinately large on him. Which begs the question: why didn’t they swap the top halves of their outfits?

It’s because…oh god, I can’t even say it with a straight face…it’s because Mithrun’s upper body is too buff to fit into Kabru’s plate armor. Poor Kabru has to lug that thing around like a huge metal circus tent because Mithrun’s too fucking jacked to fit into it himself.

[hrknk]

I'm not very happy with the result, but it was vital for me to draw this!

sorry for spoilers

[polpol333]

New desire <3

[britcision]

ALRIGHT GANG, lil Mithrun update! Because it’s. Just. Too in character.

First! Behold - the criminal (feat. Beloved Artist’s Crocheted LaiosBeast):

You may recall, every single piece of this little bastard man found its way into the garbage behind my back at least twice

He has since become my bed buddy, and given my history with bed buddies, I pretty much expected this would end the way it always has previously: with me semi-regularly having to go get him from across the room in the morning

(Yes that is part of the reason I wanted to make teleportation jokes)

But

Uh

That is not what has happened

Because not only is he usually still in bed when I wake up… I’m still holding him?

I am an agile sleeper and he is very much contending for space with a 5’ tall medicinal body pillow which does semi-regularly find its way off the bed even now; I can’t remember ever waking up still holding something I went to sleep with

Except this lil bugger

Now he does have magnet hands, so it is technically possible I have secretly been a cyborg all this time and never knew, but. That’s not the good bit.

The good bit. The Mithrun bit. Is that increasingly often I am waking up, still holding lil Mithrun… but his skirt has come off at some point during the night

Also one or both boots

This morning, I woke up and found his SKIRT on the floor next to the bed. Fully unhooked instead of just slipped off, too

Tiny bastard is performing secret late night strip tease until I surrender and stop procrastinating and make him a Kabru?

(Joke’s on him I’m not letting Kabru be a bed buddy it’s crowded enough with me and partner and body pillow I barely get away with Mithrun)

(Yes partner was worried the tiny Canaries would also be joining us back when I finished Lycion but nooooo that is a bad idea they’re all joining the Pokemon Wall

Lycion is having a lovely time with the bitey boys

)

(I should have made Lycion’s tiny mouth open when I make his true form it totally will)

[micoafterdark]

Sorry for no comic this friday, i was travellin and all over da place ;-;

heres a half undressed Mithrun though

[skelal]

soladar in dungeon

[room-surprise]

How to Calculate the Comparative Ages of the Dungeon Meshi Races

(EDIT: I've made a follow-up post to this one here that has more evidence showing how the age ratios work.)

I've seen this topic come up again and again in various fandom spaces, so I figured why not make a post about it!

First thing's first: There is a little bit of inconsistency between the manga itself and the world guide, so obviously take all of the following information with a grain of salt.

(The average lifespan number doesn't really impact this in any way, I just wanted to include the information. Also I fucked up this chart originally and had the division and multiplication symbols swapped because I'm an idiot.)

The way you get these numbers is you take the other ages, and either divide them by 16 (our baseline for adulthood), or divide 16 by the smaller number.

Examples:

16 ÷ 1.1428571429 = 13.9~ (Rounded up, that's 14)

80 ÷ 5 = 16

So using this, Chilchuck, a half-foot that is 29 years old is roughly equivalent to a tall-man that is 33 years old. He had his first child at 13 btw.

Senshi, a dwarf that is 112, is the equivalent of a tall-man 45 year old.

Namari, a dwarf that is 61, is the equivalent of a 24/25 year old tall-man.

Kuro, an 18 year old kobold, is the equivalent of a 22 year old tall-man.

Mithrun, an elf that's 185, is the equivalent of a 37 year old tall-man.

Pattadol, an elf that's 82, is roughly 16/17, so she is an adult at her first job!

Go forth and enjoy!

[daistea]

Thank you for the food the fic was so nice! Your latest Mithrun fic made me think of the scenario more. Imagine Kabru, someone aware of elven culture, heard of us doing this the first time we did it from a friend who overheard it. He tries to find us to worn and educate just to find out it was too late and defeatedly explain to the other elves that tallman don't have that culture just to clear us. Aftermath of it is so hilarious. Also an alternative scenario for this setting I can think of is a random elf accepting our offer, or just someone who doesn't know about Mithrun feelings towards us, like Flamela and just exploit us and Mithrun later learning about it.

I love this prompt so much, thank u

2500 words!

tw mild nsfw implications

Mithrun x Tall-man reader

sequel to this

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Kabru scoffed at the notion that secrets and rumors were like feathers on the wind, uncatchable. He was great at catching feathers. He used them to stuff his pillow which he slept so soundly on at night. Rumors were wild dogs, but he had a leash and collar. He’d tamed beasts with bigger teeth. 

(That was, of course, a metaphor, as Kabru could not literally handle things with big teeth, as exemplified from his time in the dungeon.)

A particular sort of secret reached his ears in the empty hallway of the castle. It was the kind of secret that raised hairs and inspired mortification, which were the best kind. Usually. 

“Yeah, they asked to touch my ears,” Pattadol’s muffled voice was strained, tinged with embarrassment that Kabru could detect even through the door. 

“Mine too,” Flamela drawled. A pause followed her words, then she continued, “Pervert.”

The two elves then moved onto a different subject consisting of Pattadol’s worries for diplomacy and Flamela’s dismissals of such worries. Kabru listened for a moment more before silently moving away. He stalked down the hallway with dark clouds rolling in within his mind. 

You had asked Pattadol and Flamela if you could touch their ears. 

Kabru put his hand to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut. He leaned against the wall, beneath a portrait of some old ruler from thousands of years ago. There was still so much dust in the castle, but the thickness in his chest wasn’t from allergies. You were his friend, and so innocent, so curious. You couldn’t have known the implications of touching an elf’s ear. 

He had to speak to you immediately. 

--

“Yeah, I figured that out.” 

Kabru forced a smile and tilted his head. He was aware of how wide his eyes were, how he probably wasn’t doing a good job at hiding his shock and horror. He couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment as he watched you casually take a sip of your tea. 

“You figured it out?” He asked. Kabru wasn’t sure whether to be mortified or proud. 

“Oh yeah,” you slowly nodded as a triumphant smile rolled across your lips. When you opened your eyes to return his gaze, there was a spark within them that did not bode well. “I figured a lot of things out, actually.”

He took a moment to study your expression. The half-lidded quality of your eyes, the slight pink upon your cheek, the tilt of your chin; realization hit him like one of Marcille’s explosion spells. 

“You got laid.”

You nodded proudly, “I got laid.”

“...Mithrun?”

“Yeah,” there was triumph in your voice.

Kabru tried his best to control his irritation. You were so casual about it, he could’ve throttled you. How unromantic, asking the man who was entirely too smitten with you: ‘can I touch one of the most sensitive parts of your body?’ And the audacity, the horror, of that actually working. 

It was personally offensive to Kabru. He’d spent years building up his talent for wordplay and charm. Then, here you are, harassing poor elves. And what are the consequences of your curiosity and ignorance? Hot sex and a beautiful elf boyfriend. 

Unfair. 

There were other consequences, though. The thought of Flamela referring to you as a pervert was enough to cool the boiling in his blood. 

“Okay, I’m going to help you,” he sent you a smile.

“I don’t think we need help,” you grimaced, “we both know what to do. But thanks.”

“I– I don’t mean with Mithrun. I mean in general. I’ll help you recover your reputation with the elves of Melini.”

You tilted your head, “My reputation? What do you mean?”

“Well, I heard Flamela call you a pervert earlier.”

“Oh,” taken aback, you sat up straight in your chair, hands tightening around your mug, “Honestly, I forgot I even asked Flamela.”

The feeling in Kabru’s chest could only be described as the slow decay of his soul. “Well, she remembers quite well.”

Another grimace, “Oops. It’s no big deal, though, I’m sure they all understand that I just didn’t know the implications of it.”

Your optimism was so cute. 

“I’ll take care of it,” he took your hand and smiled, “don’t you worry.”

--

Kabru was used to elves. He’d grown up in the Northern Central Continent where elves were the dominant percentage of the population. Even in Utaya, elven culture strongly influenced daily life, architecture, and manners. His own adoptive mother was an elf. 

Still, his experience did not negate the particular brand of nervousness that came from having nearly ten elves staring at him. 

There was the first squad of the Canaries, Flamela– who was only visiting for the week– Fionil, and Marcille. All of them were absurdly pretty, confused, and pinning him to the wall with their unsettling stares. Flamela and Mithrun, at least, had the decency to look irritated at the interruption to their day. 

Kabru forced his lead tongue to work, “Alright. You’re all probably wondering why I’ve called this meeting. First of all, let’s start with this: Raise your hand if you’ve been personally victimized by [name]’s curiosity concerning your ears.”

Everybody besides Fionil and Marcille raised their hands. 

“Okay,” Kabru sent the two half elves a reassuring smile, “you two are free to go. Thanks for coming.”

“Are my ears not good enough?” Marcille muttered as she and Fionil left the empty noodle shop. 

Mithrun had very generously given Kabru permission to hold the meeting in his noodle shop before the dinner rush. It was of humble size, but clean and quiet with the smooth scent of broth clinging to the walls and chairs. Kabru had a feeling that Mithrun only lent him the space out of curiosity after he’d mentioned that the meeting had to do with you, his partner. 

Silent anticipation settled over the small group. Most of them were taut, seconds away from leaving if he said the wrong thing.

Kabru cleared his throat, “Alright. So, I just want to settle something. [Name] is not a pervert.”

There were those eyes again. They were like six lances ripping through his skin and affixing him to the wall. 

“What?” Otta asked. 

“They’re not a pervert,” he repeated as he raised his hands, “they’re just really curious and didn’t know any better. So, please, don’t judge them too harshly.”

Another beat of silence followed the plea. His gaze shifted to Mithrun, who was watching him carefully with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs stretched out in front of him. As their eyes met, Mithrun simply held the gaze, his face as blank as fresh parchment. 

Kabru set aside the building urge to dissect Mithrun’s brain and instead focused on the rest of the group. “They really didn’t know any better,” he continued despite the rising murmurs among the group, “please forgive them. Tall-man culture is a lot different from yours.”

That seemed to please the elves. Collective negativity was always far more satisfying, he knew.

“Savages,” Cithis huffed.

“Idiots,” Flamela agreed.

Otta had the decency to argue, “They’re just innocent and ignorant. And it’s not like elven society openly discusses those kinds of things.”

True. Elven culture was confusing. Wearing revealing clothes and showing a lot of skin was normal for them, nothing to give a second glance to, though the subject of sex and arousal was deemed inappropriate. One was expected to maintain their dignity, wear a mask depicting perfection, and bring honor to their family. The nobility were commonly quite repressed, though commoners had a tendency to loosen their tongues among friends. Still, sexual education was not taught well, or often, despite their dwindling population. It seemed a bit counterproductive to Kabru, but he understood their reasoning and how centuries of superiority complexes brought them to that point. 

“Did nobody actually tell them what it meant?” Pattadol asked. 

Lycion sent her a raised brow, “Did you?”

“Well, no, but…”

“I did,” Mithrun interrupted. Every eye went to him, though he kept his gaze straight ahead and his arms crossed. He let a moment of silence pass before he continued, “They won’t be asking to touch anybody’s ears again.”

Flamela made a face, “So, did they touch your ears?”

“Yeah.”

He said it so casually, unbothered by the surprise and amusement of the other Canaries. Fleki leaned forward to clap a hand on his shoulder, which earned a little frown from him. 

“Did you get laid, Captain?” Fleki asked, her grin toothy and stinking of mischief. 

“Yeah.”

“I don’t need to know that!” Pattadol screeched, “You don’t have to answer every question honestly, you know! You’re allowed to keep secrets!”

“I know,” Mithrun shrugged.

He just didn’t want to keep that particular secret, Kabru knew. Mithrun would much rather that everybody recognize his stake, his claim, his flag buried at the top of the mountain he’d just climbed. It was easier that way. 

Flamela, though, was Flamela. 

She stood up, her fists clenched. “I’ve got things to do. I can’t waste time with you guys anymore.”

The first squad ignored her departure and instead started asking Mithrun a myriad of invasive questions, much to Pattadol’s distress. Yet, Kabru kept his gaze on Flamela. There was a spark in her eyes, one he recognized. It betrayed her intentions. As one of Mithrun’s closest friends and certified nosy-guy, he couldn’t help but subtly follow her out and into the street. 

“Excuse me,” he said once the door shut behind him. A few feet away, Flamela stopped mid-step and whirled around with a glare. 

“What?” She hissed.

“You’re going to do something you’ll regret, aren’t you?” Kabru sent her a look he hoped she’d recognize as concern. It was definitely concern, because anybody that planned to mess with you deserved that. 

“I won’t regret it,” Flamela rolled her eyes, “I just… don’t understand why [name] would want to touch the Captain’s ears and not mine. Mine are longer and softer.”

“Are you really offended over this? Didn’t you tell them no already?”

“I’ve changed my mind!” She snapped. 

“Are you just trying to get back at Mithrun for charging you full price for a bowl of noodles?”

She froze. Her mouth was open, shaped in a scowl. Her shoulders rose like the hackles of a cat. Despite the flicker of satisfaction that Kabru felt at having hit the mark, the hair on his arms stood to attention. He was seconds away from being tackled. 

Fortunately, he side-stepped right as Flamela attacked. 

Now on all fours on the dirt street, Flamela glared at him over her shoulder, “He should’ve given me a discount!”

“He isn’t obliged to.”

“He is!” She stood up and dusted off her uniform, “[Name] should want to feel my ears, they’re better.”

Kabru put his hands on his hips, “You’re just being competitive.”

“Shut up,” she hissed before brushing past him and stomping down the street.

Kabru glanced to the left just in time to see a glimpse of dark eyes staring out through a crack in the blinds. Judging by their black color and uneven manner, it was obviously Mithrun peeking at his conversation with Flamela. He made eye contact with the captain for a second before Mithrun narrowed his gaze dangerously and let go of the blinds. They snapped back into place, but Kabru couldn’t quite return to his natural state like that, not with the black-eyed storm brewing. 

--

Flamela found you on the street. It wasn’t the best place for ear-rubbing, but her mind was on one track and she ardently refused to veer. 

“I’ve reconsidered,” she said. There was no greeting or smile or easing in of the conversation. 

You stopped mid-step and stared at her. “...Reconsidered what?”

“About you touching my ears.”

Did you ask to touch her ears? The memory wasn’t popping up for you. Yet, now that you knew what that actually meant to elves, you felt appropriately horrified by the statement. You were on a crowded street. If any passersby had a clue as to what Flamela said, they showed no indication. The elf population in Melini was small. The implications of ear touching most likely flew over their heads as it once did for you. 

You managed a smile that you hoped was polite, that you hoped didn’t betray your embarrassment. “That’s okay, thanks.”

Flamela narrowed her eyes, “Why not? My ears are softer and longer than Mithrun’s. If you’re going to touch an elf’s ears, I would think you’d want the full experience.”

“I, uh, I got a pretty full experience with Mithrun. But thanks,” you offered another smile. Something about the way Flamela frowned hinted at deeper motives. You just had to ask, “Is this because Mithrun didn’t give you a discount on a bowl of noodles?”

She scoffed, “No!”

It was definitely about that. 

As you prepared an explanation of your loyalties to Mithrun and his decision to not give her a discount, a flicker of mana filled the air, pricking at your skin. You knew that particular brand of magic. Your heart dropped into your stomach as the spot behind Flamela shifted like the surface of disturbed water. Half a second later, Mithrun appeared. 

You felt yourself tense. Flamela was on a rant about discounts. Mithrun’s gaze was calm, too calm, dangerously calm. The only sign of his anger was the feral look in his good eye. In the past, Mithrun wouldn’t have cared about Flamela offering her ears to random tall-men. He would have resisted any urges to teleport her into walls simply because it would get him kicked out of the Canaries. But the demon was gone, his purposes for living were different. You were one of those purposes, one of those desires, and he was so one track minded that he would do anything to hang onto that. 

He raised a hand. Flamela tensed as if sensing the danger. Nearby, Kabru pushed through the crowd, panicked. 

“No!” You lunged at your partner before he could teleport the Vice-Captain to a place where she’d never get noodles again, let alone discounted ones. 

Your body weight crashed onto him. His eye widened and Kabru gasped. Like a felled tree, you and Mithrun both fell to the ground. Flamela said something you didn’t quite comprehend, but it didn’t matter at the moment. 

You laid on Mithrun. He laid on the ground. He put one hand on your back and chose to stare at the blue sky above rather than fight your will. The passersby sent the scene curious glances but wisely stayed away, giving you and Mithrun a wide berth.

A shadow cast over your bodies and you looked up to see Flamela blocking the sun. She only glared, hands on her hips. 

“I want a discount,” she said.

You felt Mithrun grunt beneath you. Another beat of silence passed before he answered, “Fine. Just stay away from [name].”

“Deal.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[die-mitri]

One thing that's making me lose actual braincells is that Kabru is drawn SO differently depending on the ship an artist pairs him with.

When it's Labru, folks love to draw him as some femboy twink (he's really fucking not) God forbid a guy be shorter than his male partner.

When it's Kabumisu or Kabrin, he's tall, strong and has defined facial features. (The Kabumisu thing is funny too bc have you SEEENNNNN Mithrun's tall man form?????? Be so fr, mithrun isn't some cute soft little baby.)

Why are we still doing this 😭

Edit: look at this shit.... Why does he look proportionally SO much smaller. I get the mis understanding to some degree now (but still)

[dunmeshistash]

The difference between elf Mithrun and tall man Mithrun implies that elves develop muscles differently

They have much smaller builds than even tallmen of the same height, so they probably have a harder time developing and maintaining muscles. Mithrun canonically works out a lot so he's "buff" for an elf. We can assume (excluding personal body type differences) he's about as buff as an elf can get?

speaking of body type differences tho! Pattadol is bigger than him anyway I love that (not just taller, bigger build overall)

Maybe he looks smaller too because of diet? His profille says he has routine so he's able to feed himself outside dungeons, but maybe he doesn't eat properly so that would make it even harder to get more muscles.

[t-tomuras]

“Can I ask you a question Captain?” Your inquisitive tone cuts through the relative tranquility as the elf you posed it to stoked the rolling campfire. 

He doesn’t answer you for a long moment, doesn’t even let his listless gaze stray from the flickering flame but you’re hardly surprised by the lack of acknowledgement. You expect silence from him often, expect minimal responses from him even more since you’ve joined his party so when he does respond you smile. Resting your chin in your hand as you roll over on your stomach from your back to see Mithrun better. 

“It isn’t your shift, go back to sleep,” you roll your eyes at that. You figured he wouldn’t prompt you further, no desire to fulfill curiosity on his end after all. But, nevertheless, you remain undeterred. 

“But you didn’t answer my question,” you press gently, a cute lilt to your voice as you kick your feet in the air slowly like the radiant disposition you emit is attempting to rival the light from the fire. Sly grin tugging at the corners of your lips when that garners his gaze but nothing more, though with what you know about your captain, this reaction is more than enough. 

A silent stalemate before you sit up a bit more, pulling down the slip you wear to sleep, “the curiosity was killing me Captain, how could I sleep?” 

To anyone else, it would seem that you’ve instantly lost his attention at that, not even justified with an extended deadpan, unblinking glare. He simply goes back to staring at the charring logs and brilliant embers that dance in their wake at the heart of the blaze. 

Sighing as you stand, dragging your bed roll next to the wall your captain leans against now but you don’t crawl back inside it. You use the plush material to cushion your bare knees as you sit too closely to him; not that he minded. 

You hook your arm through his own, leaning your cheek against his shoulder and heaving another dramatic, bereft sigh, “nobody else is awake anyway, plus there’s two more rotations before it’s my turn. I can keep you company.” 

“Then you can’t complain when you’re tired,” cool, even, steady, just as his voice always is. You love the sound of it, find it calming and maybe even deluding yourself into thinking it’s a little warmer when he addresses you. Less detachment in his tone, more reaction in his stoic features. 

Humming in response as you find comfort in your new position, sharing in the warmth of his body aided by the campfire. Letting your lids slip shut and listen to the gentle snores of your sleeping party and the crackle of burning logs. Finding another peace for you to disturb. 

“Let’s make a deal,” the sound airy in your exhale. You only open your eyes when you feel Mithrun turn his head to indicate he was listening after you don’t continue your sentence. The muscles in your face twitch, fighting the beginnings of a coy smile. Leaning forward enough so you can stare into his good eye, “I’ll go to sleep and I’ll even stop picking a fight with the curly haired tall man if you let me see something for myself.” 

Your captain only stares at you, unblinking for a long moment, impassive as always before he takes the bait, “see what for yourself?” 

You pivot then, pushing from the wall to put more of your body in his view. Hands on the tops of your thighs, thumbs toying with the hem of your gown in anticipation. 

“If your ears are as sensitive as mine are,” voice dropping an octave to take on a sultry coo. 

Biting the swell of your bottom lip while Mithrun’s part with a confused sound when you kick your leg over one of his thighs; short slip hiking ever higher with your new position. Doing well to not react to the biting chill of cold cobblestone assaulting the skin of your shin and knee before resting both hands on Mithruns chest. 

Angling closer to him as his head rests back against the wall, looking down his nose at you as you bat your lashes the way you always do when you want to increase the chances of getting your way. Pouting slightly when you watch his eye close and sigh out before he speaks, shoulders squaring the way he does when he gives orders. 

“You’re wasting your time,” chin tilted up at you and the look of him could be daunting if you weren’t well versed in the subtleties to him even in his altered personality. Tucking hair behind Mithruns docked ears yourself when his shoulders slack to lean closer to you, grin spreading on your lips with glee, “you also won’t complain about your feet hurting and demanding the dwarf carry you either.” 

“Deal,” you giggle in a sweet singsong, giddy energy expanding your chest before you even your breathing. Splaying your fingers out over his collarbones, drumming them lightly as you straddle closer to his pelvis on his thigh.

Pillowy breasts pressing into the hard planes of his own as you drape your body against Mithruns, worsening the cleavage directly in your captain's line of sight. The fat of them already filling out the gown you wear now spilling out when you cup Mithrun’s jaw. 

“Hold still please,” you whisper, close proximity to the cartilage of his ear. The appendage perking at the sound and a foreign rush of heat rips through him when your breath fans against his flesh. Slightly damp and pleasant warmth ghosting against his skin before your plush lips caress the scarred shelf. 

Tentative in your testing but it feels like a live wire rips through your captain when you apply firmer pressure in your contact. Making him suddenly aware of every point of contact between the both of you when you sigh a pretty sound and the pad of your thumb swiped over the hollow of his cheek. 

He pushes you away suddenly, breathing uneven, nearly ragged; concern melting into curiosity as you watch his torso expand in wider births. Your gaze remains lidded as you glance back up to him, hand still on his chest in a featherlight contiguity.

“What’s wrong Captain,” you lean closer, dipping your chin so you can gaze up at him again and paint your features with dynamic shadows that could steal even his breath away, “feeling sensitive?” 

[catchingdaydreams]

Dungeon Meshi spoiler

Theory time : Laios greatest desires

It's been bugging me about what Laios greatest desires are as there are different ways to portray it. So here's my interpretation.

Firstly I want to acknowledge that Laios is still or some what is still the ultimate monster. Whatever he wrote down in his book describing the ultimate monster abilities (not physical appearances I'm focusing on) came true in one way, shape and form. Firstly, the ability to consume the lions desire in the first place. Secondly, in the side stories his poop actually creates a forest. Now the quote "can change shape" actually occurs twice throughout the series (so far).

Firstly turning into the monster and secondary, turning back to a human. The second time was not an act of the Lion as said quote "no magic works on it", thus it is completely Laios doing to shape shift freely. It's also interesting to note that both times he sheds his skin when changing into a new form. Like why this specially? Funny enough we do see this other time, as he turns into a wolf in his dreams to save his friend from the nightmares.

Furthermore, while turning back into a tall man, he isn't completely monster free. His aura remains that other monsters still recognize and therefore fear him.

The idea that weaker monsters fear stronger monsters to the extent of avoiding them is mentioned many times throughout the series. For example Senshi talks about how delicate the food chain is and that a stronger monster (squid/ krachen one) caused an imbalance to the abundance of other species. Naturally dragons are known to be one of the strongest monsters in the dungeon, as Thistle set a variety of different species to kill his party. Yet a common thing arises, coexist is near non-existent as power overall dominates all (either by kicking others off their territory or eating the weaker one). This Laios presence being the ultimate monster is not only removing other strong-ish monsters but disrupting the overall food chain.

Now that I establish what I think Laios is I want to drive it back to what his ultimate desire was. Here are some common ideas that I've seen from others on what his curse was:

To never turn back into the ultimate monster again.

Laios has repeatedly mentioned that he wanted to be another race and fauns over Falins chimera form. So never being able to shape shift again could be his curse.

Never will be full.

This theory stems from when Laios is still eating the dragon despite his friends being full/stick from overeating. They make a comment of concern when Laios says he's not really full yet. There is also speculation from one of the panel of Laios being dramatic as he tried to eat a walking mushroom.

Monsters fearing him and/or fail to cultivate them

In my opinion all of these are correct. Yet how?

Laios cannot eat monsters anymore

It was the main driver/theme thought the series from him and his group to eat monsters to survive. Yet little by little Laios ambitious desire to eat monsters for survival quickly became for the pleasure of taste. This isn't a bad thing, as I would like to clarify. Yet the Winged Lion doesn't really have a grasp of humanity and sees desire as desire, thus is exploiting Laios to go down a gluttonous path. And it does this by offering/guide them to a variety of monsters and access to water and basic needs for cooking. This though doesn't work as Laios is Laios. He isn't selfish. His desires for monsters mixed with the need for acceptance is heavily stated with wanted to integrate and cultivate monsters up on the surface. Furthermore, as he's not alone unlike other dungeon masters such as Thistle or Mithrun, his actions are quickly dispelled if they are reckless. For instance Senshi makes a very important note of keeping the ecosystem in balance and to not over take/kill species as it would upset the food chain. Without his party, gluttony would further be his downfall.

Yet becoming the ultimate monster can also be seen as a gluttonous ideal. He's a apex predator, thus like an actual apex predator no one is able to challenge him / prevent him on what he can or cannot eat eat. The only downfall to his survival is his abundance of prey. Heck being able to eat the lion's desire also alludes to his power of gluttony too.

So with the curse, wouldn't it be ironic to prevent his desire to eat monsters. Being the ultimate monster is now a double edged sword as prey escapes him. He cannot share his desires for eating monsters amongst his people anymore, thus the quotes or trial and error from the epilogue pages. Even if he gets his hands on a monster he cannot truly enjoy eating it, as it never makes him full, which can be interpreted from the epilogue page as well. One might look at the page and interpret as him getting ill from eating the walking mushroom too.

Basically, Laios, as a monster, cannot be a part of an ecological process such as a food webs. He wanted to be accepted and liked by his peers, now he's rejected by nature. Forced to crave for the taste of monsters flesh but it remains elusive.

Forever unsatisfied

By ones desire

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

[chilschuck]

— CHILCHUCK:

✦ only if you’d like me to: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ sunshine: chilchuck x wife!reader

✦ reader who pulls him out of danger hcs: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ tall-man reader hcs: chilchuck x fem!reader

✦ reaction to fem!tall-man dating meijack: chilchuck

✦ cuddle hcs: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ hypocrite: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ clingy tall-man hcs: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ all because of you: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ mage half-foot reader hcs: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ shelter: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ platonic!chilchuck hcs (+ flertom) x gn!reader

✦ plans: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ helpful: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ half-foot reader hcs: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ intertwined: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ reader who likes bugs hcs: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ of course: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ tall-man!chilchuck hcs: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ reader who gives messy kisses hcs: chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ have your cake (and eat it too): chilchuck x gn!reader

— LAIOS:

✦ ice dragon!kin reader hcs: laios x gn!reader

✦ oblivious (in my love for you): laios x gn!reader

— MICKBELL:

✦ fighter fem!tall-man hcs: mickbell x fem!reader

— MITHRUN:

✦ caring for him hcs: mithrun x gn!reader

— MULTI CHARA:

✦ kissing hcs : laios & chilchuck x gn!reader

✦ lana del rey coded reader hcs: laios & chilchuck x fem!reader

✦ beach day hcs: laios, chilchuck, falin, & mickbell x gn!reader

✦ calling them by their first name: mickbell & chilchuck x gn!reader

— UPCOMING:

✦ mutual pining hcs: laios x gn!reader

✦ warlock!reader hcs: chilchuck x gn!reader

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[fallloverfic]

Mithrun and the changeling shapeshifting

This isn't directed at anyone in particular, but I see comments about Mithrun and the changelings/shapeshifting mushrooms a bit and I think there's some misunderstanding about what the shapeshifting does. Spoilers for the manga for chapters 51-the end/volume 8-beyond, and the Delicious in Dungeon World Guide: Adventurer's Bible (first one) below the cut. (Also yes, I know it's partially played for laughs in the manga, but I think Kui also does some neat stuff with it, particularly in Mithrun's case).

The shapeshifting emphasizes different racial traits, and that's going to be defined differently by each race, like how each race has different beauty standards, abilities, and puts on muscle differently (e.g., Senshi is maybe beautiful by dwarven standards, and his beard is huge, so as an elf he's beautiful by elven standards, but his beard is too powerful to shapeshift, so he has a mustache despite the fact no other known elves have facial hair). Kabru, for instance, is a sort of smaller tank, and is kind of waify as an elf (possibly because elves are just kind of waify generally, though this might also be due to his losing weight after being revived; he also doesn't have much magical ability: he has even less than Laios does, versus Mithrun, who's maxed the magic stats chart).

The most muscular elf we know of is Lycion, on the left:

Lycion still looks "skinny" in a way, but he's strong and muscular, just not Hollywood bulky. He matches a race that doesn't put on thick, bulky muscle, at least not easily. Compare this to Mithrun on the right, who isn't as naked as Lycion so we can't quite see what he looks like as an elf under his clothes, because the clothes give him some padding. The closest we get to modern him as nude as Lycion is, is that shot in his cabin in the Adventurer's Bible:

It's hard to tell, but his arms are decently muscular for an elf (also one-armed push-ups are hard, that's not something you do on a lark). His whole thing since Milsiril talked him into getting back into shape to go to dungeons has been solely that: getting back into shape to go deal with the demon, and he's had to build up his body to be able to walk on his own and stay alive long enough to deal with the demon. Given he's also a powerful magic user, but he seemingly doesn't have those abilities as a tall-man (or at least he wasn't using his magic on the door), it might be his tall-man form is also compensating for that. This is Mithrun's stats chart:

"Though he's an elf, both his strength and stamina are excellent. His one weakness is his terrible sense of direction." p.73, Chapter 01 / Characters, Delicious in Dungeon World Guide: Adventurer's Bible. Dudes' beefy even for an elf, even if he doesn't precisely look it. But compare Mithrun and Lycion here:

Mithrun's shorter, and the clothing is probably making him look bigger than he is, but they're somewhat similar, comparatively, once you compensate for the height differences.

We also get some shots of him in motion and wearing that tightish shirt/dress.

Clothing can of course make your bust look more defined than it is, but it's notable that we get some obvious muscle definition to him in the chest area (for an elf), and his lower chest/trunk is rather solid-looking, rather than the thinner forms of his female companions. He seems to be a bit thicker in his mid-section than Pattadol, for instance, who's only slightly taller than he is, and she and Cithis have similarly-sized waists (actually Cithis might be a little thinner? Which would make sense as her focus is on casting).

His focus is movement and physical interaction more than the other casters in his party (he has to touch stuff a little to teleport it), so he builds up his body accordingly. Which also makes sense for how he does one-armed push-ups in his ship cabin in his spare time.

I think a big reason Mithrun is viewed as weak/tiny is because he's often around Kabru so we often compare them physically. Mithrun is thinner and six inches shorter than Kabru, who is not in the best physical shape due to his revival, on top of, at this point, not having a great meal regimen due to neither of them being good at gathering or apparently making meals.

Some shots of Kabru and Mithrun together, for comparison, including Mithrun helping Kabru stand. Kabru is more muscular, but not the bulkiest for a tall-man (he's smaller than Laios, even accounting for the height difference, though still tanky in his own right, I mean he grabbed Falin pretty easily, and Kabru and Falin are the same height; Laios is just big).

(I know Laios' armor makes him look bigger than he is, especially when Kabru has his off, but, ignoring the height difference, Laios is broader than Kabru, seemingly, particularly in the chest and arms).

Yeah, Kabru lost weight after the first revival, so he's not the best comparison, but if Mithrun, an elf, doesn't look rail thin even next to Kabru, who's not that skinny for a tall-man (skinnier than he used to be, but not skeletal), it kind of also says something about Mithrun. He's not like... bones. He's thin, but not rail thin (we know because he was shown rail thin in Daydream Hour during his recovery, and he put on muscle since then). And shots of him, while variable at times - sometimes he's drawn thinner, sometimes thicker, often in comparison to who he's sharing a shot with, e.g., Sissel - often emphasize how thick his arms are, even near Kabru, who is broader and more muscular. I think my best description of Mithrun is "mostly solid for a dude often running on fumes".

And we see him moving fast and hitting hard a lot. Whenever he fights, he's running, jumping, punching, or kicking something. Being lithe would help with that, but he'd need muscle too, especially for how fast he is (an easy comparison is a ballerina or a track runner, both of whom have to build up specific muscles for their craft, and regimens for both can be grueling). And he's not just teleporting people, he's smacking them hard.

He also was (and is) still notably good-looking for an elf. He has nice hair (that he doesn't pay as much attention to as he used to, but still is nice), a good body (even without half his ears, which seem important for elves), and would be considered attractive by a lot of people.

So yes, he's possibly still stringy-ish for an elf because he's likely exhausted due to lack of proper sleep (the bags under his eyes, his noted issues sleeping while in dungeons without aid), and doesn't eat regular meals (while in dungeons). But he's still muscular - to an elvish degree, anyway - and strong, particularly in terms of magical power, so it makes a lot of sense that the guy on the left would become the guy on the right when shapeshifted into a tall-man to become a race that better creates bulkier muscle and has to compensate for Mithrun's magical abilities (also looks kind of cliche handsome, maybe mimicking how Senshi looks as an elf).

I mean obviously there are strong human magic users, like Falin... and she has stronger stats all around than he does/roughly close in some places, so it makes sense he'd be as tall and bulky as she is.

Mithrun is, canonically, way more powerful than Kabru, as well, (at least against monsters), hence probably part of why he's seemingly bulkier than Kabru as a human. Mithrun is the one who deals with almost all the monsters for a reason. It's only when Mithrun is distracted or tired that Kabru gets one over him (e.g., in Sissel's house, or when Kabru grabs Mithrun at the dungeon entrance). Notably, when Mithrun crawled out of a spider and got knocked out by Kabru in chapter 76, Kabru was pointing out that Mithrun needed to rest. He was at his most wet cat moment then... when he was exhausted. So to me at least, this shapeshift makes sense. Normal Mithrun isn't really a wet cat most of the time. He's strong. He just runs himself ragged for various reasons.

[crowfanity]

So I figured out how to convert Dungeon Meshi ages into their equivalent for different races.

Assuming the age of adulthood is roughly equivalent between all of them, and that a 16 y/o tall-man is equivalent to a 14 y/o half-foot, 80 y/o elf, 40 y/o dwarf, 40 y/o gnome, etc., then divide the character's age by their race's age of adulthood to get your multiplier, then multiply that number by the age of adulthood for the race you want to convert it to.

Or put simply:

([character age]/[their race's age of adulthood]) x [age of adulthood for different race]

For example, Mithrun is 185. Elves reach adulthood at 80. 185 divided by 80 is 2.3125. So that means Mithrun is 2.3125 times the age of adulthood for any given race. If I multiply that by 16, then he would be 37 in tall-man years.

That being said, if Chilchuck was a tall-man he would be 33.

He should've been at the club