#donato noise

[cosm1nya]

doodles time !!! raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

im trying to remember how to draw noise aaah + some things i forgot to post lol

[zkyeline]

That one snake and crow pic, yknow

INPRNT

[misohunk]

The Rite of Spring and The Firebird.

[thenoiseclone]

he can type and write like a normal person, i saw it many times he just acts dumb !

why are you writing like this? you can write normally .... Sso tHEY'lL rEConGzinZe meE

It's hard for him to type with those squishy fingers. Be nice to him.

[fnafbts]

[gallade-x-treme]

"bro can you pause your theorycrafting for 12 seconds? we need to cook"

[soappox]

latest episode had me on my knees

[dismas-n-dismay]

Psst. She's got something to show you!! Check it, Tiny Falin!

[thenoiseclone]

Theotwo.

Do you have a noisette like the original?

Ii wHiIsH iII hHasD ...

[deluweil]

I saw the "moment" between Buck and Tommy,

First impression, felt like a "thanks man"

Second impression, it felt like a Marjan and Eddie false scare. Nothing will come out of it.

If I go by fandom expression, Buck and Tommy used to screw and this was an acknowledgement of something passed.

But in my opinion, if there was any romantic/lusting intent, the whole exchange would have been way too awkward anyway. See past Lucy and Buck interaction post kiss.

So, gratitude it probably is.

However, whatever capacity we may get Tommy, he's such a fun character, reminds me a lot of Eddie, love it! Would love to see more of him.

[aplaceinme]

[Kind of a coda for episode 4, season 8; Tommy's POV. Additional information: Lucy Donato appears; as well as two original characters.] You can also read it on AO3

The popcorn sails through the air and then neatly falls inside Lucy’s mouth. Her eyes dance with mirth as she watches Tommy pace back and forth in the hangar. 

“What’s up with him?” Julia says as she approaches the table where Lucy and Matt are sitting. 

Lucy, who had briefly turned to look at her, goes back to watching Tommy. 

Tommy is still pacing, listening intently to whatever it is that the person on the phone is saying. One side of his hair, the one he keeps messing up every time he passes his fingers through it, is completely dishevelled and the expression on his face is one of worry and frustration. 

“Buckley called him,” Matt replies, stealing some of Lucy’s popcorn. 

Playfully swatting his shoulder with a noise of protest, Lucy then says, “Knowing Buck, I’m gonna guess that he did something impulsive on a call and now it’s telling Tommy all about it in full detail.”

“That explains why he looks as if he is having an aneurysm,” Julia chuckles while grabbing the bowl of popcorn from Lucy’s clutches. 

Matt looks expectantly at Lucy. When nothing happens, he pointedly looks at Julia, the bowl, and then Lucy. 

“She can have them. I like her better.”

“Hey!” Matt yelps. “That’s so rude.” 

While Julia looks at them amused, Lucy shrugs her shoulders pretending to be unmoved but the smile tugging at the corners of her lips gives her away. 

The three of them sit up straighter when they hear footsteps approaching and watch in silence as Tommy sits up in the only chair left, carelessly throwing his phone on the table and sighing in defeat. 

“Everything ok?” Lucy asks him, at the same time that Julia offers him popcorn. 

Grabbing a handful, Tommy tells them with a sarcastic tone, “Oh yes, everything is fine. Just, you know, they had a call of a tiger attacking someone. And there was obviously no time to call animal control, so Evan had to walk into the apartment hoping that a sedative would work.” 

By the time he finished talking, his volume had increased and he had ended up dropping all the popcorn from his hands from all his wild gesturing. 

“Well, did it work?” Matt asks 

“Yes,” Tommy admits. “But that’s not the point!”

“And what is the point?” Julia asks while sharing a look of glee with Lucy. 

“The point is that they are all so reckless,” Tommy thumps his fist onto the table. “I mean, last week he fucking tried to stop traffic on the highway with just some flares, right after stealing a firetruck from a TV show set, by the way!”

Matt is biting his lip so hard that Lucy fears that he will start to bleed soon, while Julia's shoulders shake with her silent laughter. Lucy is not faring any better, her amusement hard to contain. 

Since they know that nothing bad happened, it’s easy to laugh about it. Besides, the irony is just too big for them to not make fun of Tommy.

Crossing her arms on the table, Lucy looks at Tommy and asks him, “Weren’t you the one who stole a helicopter with all of them despite the fire chief's orders?”

“Yeah… I seem to remember that. Didn’t you have to fly over a hurricane?” Matt adds.

“And it was all based on a hunch, right?” Julia continues, snapping her fingers at Tommy. 

“That was different,” Tommy huffs. 

“Because…?” 

All three of them stare expectantly. 

“Because I was there. He could get seriously hurt and I won’t know until he is in the hospital, or worse.”

Lucy exchanges looks with Matt and Julia. Neither of them is dating first responders, so they can’t fully relate to that all-consuming worry of getting a phone call telling you that the person you love had an accident while on duty. But they are first responders themselves, they care about their team and it is always possible that one of them will get hurt. That feeling, they can understand. 

That’s why Julia pokes Tommy’s temple and says, “You are getting grey hairs there, my friend.”

Tommy sighs in annoyance and eats a handful of popcorn. “Isn’t there any cake?” 

Matt laughs but brings him a cupcake that Lucy knows for sure he was saving for himself to eat once their shift ended. 

Lucy gives Matt a thankful smile, making him blush. 

Looking in slight disgust as Tommy devours his fears with the cupcake, Lucy decides to be serious for a minute. 

“Look, Buckley is an incredibly capable firefighter. The entire 118 are, and you saw how they have each other’s back. It’s normal to get worried but he will be fine.” 

Tommy swallows hard and nods. “I know, I know that. But I can’t help but worry about him, even though I know how amazing and wonderful he is.”

“Now, he is getting all sappy. I shouldn’t have given him my last cupcake,” Matt jokes. 

Grabbing some popcorn, Tommy throws it at him, and they all laugh. 

Slowly, Tommy’s shoulders start to loosen up, and he looks more relaxed. 

Lucy smiles, and thinks about how they will probably continue to tease him for the rest of the shift. 

—

“My coworkers say ‘hello’,” Buck hears as soon as he enters Tommy’s place. 

Following the smell of meat cooking and the noise of the sink, Buck goes to the kitchen, where he finds Tommy cooking them dinner. 

“Oh, no! What did they do?” Buck asks. “You only refer to them as coworkers when you’re mad at them.” 

Tommy turns off the burner and approaches him while looking him up and down. 

“They were being annoying,” Tommy says deadpan. “I might hate them.”

“You love them, actually,” Buck says, shaking his head. 

When Tommy is closer enough, Buck leans in to greet him with a kiss but Tommy instead grabs Buck’s arms and keeps looking him up and down. 

“What are you doing?” Buck pouts. 

“Making sure that you don’t have a scratch on you,” Tommy explains while walking in a circle around Buck. 

“Oh my god! I told you I’m fine,” Buck huffs, but he secretly loves it. Having someone be worried about him feels amazing. “And? What’s the verdict then?”

Stopping in front of Buck, one of Tommy’s hands goes up to his face and his pointed finger taps his chin. 

“Hmm… I can’t say for sure. A more thorough inspection is required.” 

Tommy gets closer and takes off Buck’s shirt. 

“Let’s see now,” Tommy says, doing another circle around Buck. “This is not enough. This just won’t do. The inspection is still incomplete.” 

Buck smiles at Tommy’s playful nature, loving that he gets to see this side of him.

Walking closer again, Tommy goes for Buck’s trousers. He takes off the belt and it makes a clunk sound when it hits the floor. 

Without taking their eyes off each other and maintaining eye contact, Tommy pops off the button of Buck’s trousers and slowly moves the zip down. 

Out of his trousers, Tommy does one more circle around Buck. “Everything seems to be alright. No scratches, no bruises.” Tommy says with a smirk. “You’ll be glad to know that you have just passed the inspection.” 

 “That’s good to know, but I think you forgot to check an essential part.” 

 “Oh? Do tell.” Tommy asks, barely able to contain his smile. 

 Instead of answering, Buck takes off his boxers. 

 “You’re right, how could I forget?”

Buck shrugs his shoulders and flexes his arms, enjoying this game. 

“You know? I think that this will require a much closer inspection,” Tommy says hungrily. 

 “Oh, I definitely agree,” Buck growls, and grabs Tommy in a fireman's carry, taking him straight into their bedroom.

Their dinner can wait, they have more important things to do. Their dinner can wait, they have more important things to do. 

[cosm1nya]

Sketchbook doodles !!!

[madwomansapologist]

Marcille studying how to take care of chickens and using that knowledge to help her clean Falyn's feathers.

light like a feather | marcille donato x falin touden

Navigation | More Farcille | AO3

synopsis: Marcille being hungry for knowledge isn't a novelty. Unless the subject is chickens.

warnings: alright first time writing for dungeon meshi + first time writing a ship. what a month to be sapphic. also i am high on cramps medicines so vibe with me. fluff and an attempt at comedy. non canon compilant. where does it takes place on the story? whenever you want boss

From the balcony, Falin watched as they moved in the forgotten city. Cooking dinner, counting the suplies, mapping the ever changing ways. So concentrated.

She could jump. Falin could land right next to Senshi, nineteen feet bellow the balcony, without a single scratch. Her breath wouldn't even be affected. Althought it would be an easy task, she continued there. Alone, watching over them, very aware that this wasn't some sort of saint-like behavior anymore.

It was the one of a predator.

Falin had a dragon within her. Not human, not monster. She was something new entirely. Falin should be mad. Grieving over herself, over what was taken from her and what was needed to get her back. She didn't.

It was great. To be strong. She never strong before. Laios is the strong one. The fighter, the protector. She knows she is stronger than him now. And she feels... free. Like whatever that was taken from her didn't belong there at the first place. A useless weight that left her soul.

Before she would too watch over the party. It was great to observe, to understand people without being perceived. It was easier like that. People used to think she was too calm, too nice, too great. They would probably say that her stare is off-putting now.

She wanted to jump, but instead walked downstairs. An old building, perfect for them to spend the night and get ready to move for the next layer. The ghosts there welcomed them.

She smelled Marcille before seeing her. It was impossible to not recognize her perfume. The soap — made by the mage herself —, the mixture of flowers, a bit of cinamon. Delicate, as most elfs are.

She didn't mean to sneak into her room. It was just natural for her to not make noise. Watching the long hair dripping against Marcille's nightgown, a glimpse of the book she had on her hands caught her attention.

Chickens: care and reproduction.

"You want to be a farmer now?" Falin sat besides her. "Good thing I haven't bet on that."

Marcille practically jumped away, yelling more than if a lion was attacking her. Falin only giggled.

She always had been prone to exageration. Marcille doesn't lie, not to her. All it takes is one glance and Falin knows what she's feeling. And now she is acting like a child caught stealing from a cookie jar.

"Falin! You scared the life out of me! And what... why would you ever bet on that? I am only interest on... chickens. That's all."

Liar. Horrible liar.

Falin sat besides her, and it barely took a minute for Marcille to grab her hand. Another thing she is glad. She never knows when people want her closer, but Marcille always tells her what she wants.

Squeezing lightly at her thin hand, Falin tried to read the book. "And what about chickens are so interesting?"

"I, humm, I wanted to understand a few things. Just curious," Marcille bit her lip. She seemed embarrassed. Maybe Falin wasn't sneaking, but Marcille was definitelly hiding from something. "About their feathers."

Oh. Sure. Marcille's always talking about how hair can be crucial to magic users. And since she cut her own, Marcille is probably worried about the lack of the resource. Maybe feathers is a substitute for that.

But since they are still so deep into the dungeon, Falin don't think they'll be able to find anything like that. There is no mammals there. Actually, she isn't sure of that. But Laios must know!

Then, what are they both even thinking about. There is a clear, easier solution for that. "You can cut mine. It's no problem."

Marcille stared at her, the embarrassment gone. "What?"

"My hair," Falin said, smiling proudly. "If you ever need more for a spell, just cut mine. It's fine. Don't need to look for substitutes when I'm here."

Marcille closed the book, throwing it away. Laying down at the bed, she pulled Falin with her. Marcille just remembered why she never had the need to hide things from Falin. Always so toothaching sweet.

"I worry so much about you," Marcille got the hair away from Falin's golden eyes. So enchanting. "Do you know how long it took me to align your bones? To put everything at the right place, the perfect order?"

Falin didn't answer. She didn't knew it, but wouldn't open her mouth either way.

"Even when I was done, when I was watching as your skin grew, I wasn't sure if I haven't mistook anything." Marcille held her hand, the touch so delicate. Their finger fit perfectly together. "You're the one to care for our souls, so I will gadly care for your body."

Falin watched their fingers intertwined. She feels so warm around Marcille. Almost as if Marcille is the dragon. So protective, so careful. So perfect.

"And what does that have to do with chickens?"

Marcille laughed. It was loud, and soon Falin was laughing along side her.

"You have feathers now," Marcille brushed against them. "I need to help you with them."

Oh.

Falin stopped laughing. Her feathers. The most obvious trace of the monster within her. And instead of fearing it, ignoring it, hating it; Marcille cares for it. Skin and feathers, teeth and fangs.

She didn't felt like a predator anymore. Just like herself.

"You're so dumb." Falin got up from bed.

"Falin!" Marcille was quick to clumsy follow her out of the room. "You take that back!"

Helping Senshi, she ignored as Marcille tried to understand what she meant by that. Surrounded by her friends, Falin just allowed the truth to sink in.

She wasn't alone anymore.

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@ madwomansapologist.tumblr.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Marcille Donato, I simply must apologize for calling you a Cinnamon Roll please forgive me

That was before I learned that:

• You are apparently a high-level researcher of advanced and restricted Magics, not unlike a Nuclear Physicist in our world

• You went on a date with an undergrad who blew your mind so hard you dropped out of your cushy research gig to go explore a Dungeon with her

• You were a pure researcher working on Energy Sourcing who knew zero combat magic before absconding to said Dungeon with said Undergrad

• You skipped all the normal combat magic to learn/cram Giga-Flare into your head on the road to the Dungeon and went “yep that seems good enough what else do I need right?”

Absolutely iconic behavior this woman is exactly as unhinged as the rest of the Touden Party I know she makes a lot of noise about Laios’s Monsterphagy but Falin ate a grasshopper on their first date so it’s not like this girl isn’t Down With The Weirdness alright like let’s be real.

Also it kinda gets glossed over in all the “be gay do crimes against god” memes but her big act of Black Magic wasn’t even actually the Necromancy. Folks raise the dead all the time in this show. What got her in trouble was tapping into the Dungeon’s power source to run her little Franken-Dragon-Girlfriend experiment.

She didn’t disobey God’s laws;

She stole God’s electricity

Peak Lesbian Energy

(Well. The Dungeon Master’s. Same difference in practice)

[gallade-x-treme]

"thank you for your service skyfish. you will never be forg--"

"chop."

" "

[delicious-in-imagines]

Masterlist!

** for NSFW

Laios' Party

Laios Touden: Loud Noises, Training, General Relationship

Chilchuck Tims: Eating Together, General Relationship, Struggling to Sleep Scenario

Marcille Donato: Cram Session

Senshi of Izganda: Eating Together

Falin Touden: Kisses, Cram Session

Kabru's Party

Kabru of Utaya: Eating Together, Kisses, Loud Noises, Training, General Relationship, NSFW Headcanons**, In Bed**, Teasing Reader

Holm Kranom: Elf Reader, Taking Care of Marillier Scenario

The Canaries

Mithrun of the House of Kerensil: Kisses, NSFW Headcanons**