#thistle dun meshi

[vashvana]

Things I’ve learned from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure and Dungeon Meshi:

• Never trust illustrious, golden haired men

• Going against the government is morally correct

• Other-creaturely beings WILL be autistic

• Do NOT bestow divinely power upon traumatized, white-haired, purple coded freaks

[wisteriawater]

Do you ever think about how Thistle probably ended up nannying Edodio and Yaad? Maybe even Delgal when he was really little. Like I can see them having him help with the teeny children since he technically would have been... you know employed enslaved by the royal family.

Like, look at him go. Big brothering. I think about what life was like for him before the dungeon a lot. Little guy was trying his best. Also the fact that Thistle apparently has no sense of humor makes far more sense than I was prepared to handle, but that is another panel entirely. I almost feel like I dreamed that one. (posts we make when writer's block messes with your fic update schedule.)

[ilovethistle]

Thistle would hate romance and seeing people in love (not headcanoning him as aro or anything, he’s just a little hater <3) but I like to think post canon he would try help Falin do sweet things for Marcille sometimes, whether that’s through actions or giving advice… I fear some of his advice may not be the best though

[butchdarling]

[ID: A digital drawing of Thistle from Dungeon Meshi holding onto a skeleton. He looks over his shoulder fiercely at the viewer. The color palette features mostly dark warm tones. End ID]

like a stubborn weed (won’t let go)

[iamthistle]

This fucking buffoon

[mirrology]

Hiiiii I really love your Dunmeshi x reader about the ghost child so can you please write about them meeting Laios's party? (..◜ᴗ◝..)

THINKING... ❛ ❁. ━━ of being a unsettling ghost child. ／⠀ UN.

❛ ⟡. dungeon meshi, touden party, golden kingdom residents & gender neutral reader. platonic. wc: 805

❛ ⟡ ━━ hiii I'm so glad you enjoyed the previous part! and ofc i can :D ,, dungeon meshi spoilers , columbina inspired reader ,, reader scares touden party at first ,, they have wings on their head and lower back , reader is refered to as "damselette" but that does not mean it's implied fem reader.

❝ Two in the field. One taken. One left. Two in the mill. One taken. One left. ❞ 𓂅 columbina ( stairway to heaven hoyofair 2024 ), kieru.

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You were out for a walk, now that Thistle had left to take care of business, you had snuck off to the grass fields. The blades of grass were squished underneath the soles of your feet with every step you took, your flowy clothes swishing with the gentle wind that always graced the land of the Melini family. You stared at the stretch of the horizon with unblinking eyes as your back faced the dirt road that separated the fields, you sifted through all the events that had happened when you returned to the golden kingdom.

Everyone welcomed you with open arms, especially Yaad. They gave you a place to call home after the many cold nights you spent locked away in the secluded corners of the dungeon. Your reminiscing was interrupted by the sound of wheels on the dirt road, it sounded distant even though you weren’t close to the road but not far away. 

You looked to your right, spotting a cart with a unicorn pulling it with multiple people on it and around it. Although you only recognized one and the others… you had no clue. While you were staring at the outsiders, the tall man who was walking beside the cart had made eye contact with you. His eyes widened and his brows shot up, a bewildered expression on his face. Even though on the outside you blankly stared back at him, on the inside you were panicking. Thistle had told you not to trust outsiders and these were outsiders that were blatantly heading towards the village.

The more the blonde stared at you the more nervous you got, just as he was about to call out to you, the wings that rested behind your ears and head unfurled and covered your face. When the tall man blinked, you were gone.

Meanwhile, you landed in a clearing in the forest close to the castle, your face flushed in embarrassment. “That was close…” you mumbled, rubbing your warm cheek to get rid of the feeling. You got up and walked back in the direction of the castle, all while looking out for the outsiders, even though there was no way they could have gotten to the village before you. Once you got to the castle you ran to Yaad’s room and raised your fist as you rapidly knocked on the door. “Yaaaad!” You called out shifting your weight from one foot to the other. 

The door opened to reveal a grey-haired boy, his face showing mild concern. “(Name)? Are you okay?” he asked, tilting his head. You inhaled deeply. “There are some outsiders and I don't know what to do because Thistle isn't here, so I came to find you!” you spoke rapidly, your face burning hot. You gasped, drawing in the sweet air.

Yaad’s expression shifted from concern to shock. "Wait, really?!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with eagerness. “Yes!” you nodded in response.

Just then, a villager came running to Yaad, repeating the same alarming news you had just shared. This confirmation struck you: they were really here! Remembering your earlier blunder, a wave of humiliation washed over you, causing the wings on your back to tense up.

Quietly, you slipped away while Yaad was talking to the villager and ran to your room. You covered yourself with your sheets and stared at the ceiling, trying to gather your thoughts.

You may have been staring for too long, because the next thing you knew, it was night, and you were waking up from a long nap. You sat up, feeling groggy with messy hair. Swinging your feet over the bed, they touched the cold floor, and a shiver crawled up your spine. You couldn't go back to sleep, and your throat was dry, so you decided to get a glass of water.

As you walked toward the kitchen, you passed by an open guest room door. The warm light from the lit candle inside illuminated the lower part of your body, drawing attention to your wings. However, the darkness of the night left your face unrecognizable.

The people in the room noticed that you were standing in the doorway and a blonde-haired elf jumped while letting out a squeak, clutching her sheets in her fist. Your eyes scanned the room, 'a small guy and a dwarf? And a kitty…' you thought, your child brain not comprehending the concept of different races other than elves and tall men.

The tall man gasped and shot out a hand to point at you. "Y-you're!" He stumbled over his words, leaving you confused as you tilted your head, your dull eyes seemingly judging him. "You're the angel!" He finally got out, his face still stunned.

"mhm," You hummed and stepped closer. "I'm (Name), The Damselette of Melini" You smiled as your eyes curled unnaturally.

[butchers-broom]

being dungeon lord as a 4’3” elf boy would be so crazy you’d be like damn I’m a four foot three elf boy and lord of the dungeon

[zombiecare-rot-art]

Thistle my beloved~ 🧡🧡🧡 I can not wait for him come back in the second season!!! He has my heart!!!

This one is a bit rushed I needed more time before work than I actually gave myself 😳

[darkkidtriumph]

Thistle would hate romance and seeing people in love (not headcanoning him as aro or anything, he’s just a little hater <3) but I like to think post canon he would try help Falin do sweet things for Marcille sometimes, whether that’s through actions or giving advice… I fear some of his advice may not be the best though

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[vashvana]

My son Thizzler

[iamthistle]

EODIO USED TO CUT MY HAIR, OKAY!!! I HAD NO OTHER CHOICE

the microbangs will be real in s2

[ilovethistle]

What the hell was Freinag dressing this boy up in

[iamthistle]

I continue my quest to find Delgal, now with new means of transportation. However, I do not understand why we must abide by “speed laws”- the saving of the Golden Country cannot wait!

[ilovethistle]

I never really thought about it, but Mithrun taking care of post-story Thistle would actually be so sweet. Like it would be so emotional to see him have such a change in heart and care for somebody who went through the same trauma as him. He might even start regaining more of his desires from helping someone do the same, too.Big and little brother frfr 💔



Ouuwwwwww they make me sick

[mirrology]

THINKING... ❛ ❁. ━━ of being a unsettling ghost child.

❛ ⟡. dungeon meshi, thistle & gender neutral reader. platonic. wc: 515

❛ ⟡ ━━ I'M BACK!!1!!1 ,, dungeon meshi spoilers , mentioned golden kingdom ,, reader was apart of the golden kingdom's royal family , as unsettling reader may be, they're still a child. little bit of angst. we need more platonic dun meshi fics (⌣̀ _ ⌣́)

❝ Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk, biking on the wet chalk, spelling out their names, and I feel insane. 'Cause I know it's just a game that I'm playing with my brain. I don't see her, but I see her and I know it isn't real, but I fake it anyway. ❞ 𓂅 dead girls, penelope scott.

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Thinking of being a ghost child that haunts the dungeon. You have the face of an angel, plump cheeks and a sweet giggle. Yet those empty eyes and creepy smile say otherwise. You don't hurt the people coming down from above, you just... observe. Watching them with a wide smile, standing still in those awfully bright white clothes. Most of the adventurers quickly depart from the place they saw you at, spooked by your unsettling presence.

You find amusement in the frightened expression that crosses their faces, you don’t speak. Never move, at least that's what the adventurers think — except to follow them with your eyes, watching their every step as they creep through the winding halls. Occasionally, you might tilt your head, as if curious about the beings who dare come to such a place like the dungeon. 

Contrary to what they think, you are not a vengeful spirit, nor a dangerous entity. You are simply curious.

You do not seek to hurt or torment. Your actions are fueled by a desire to understand the world around you, the strange and varied creatures that reside in the dungeon, and the people who wander its depths. 

Of course you weren’t always like this, you remember a time where you were a “normal” child with a family, living happily in one of the most renowned kingdoms. You remember bright purple eyes, silver hair and soft hands holding your own, hair ruffles by large hands and… the downfall of a kingdom. Those memories are fuzzy but get clearer the deeper you go into the dungeon. 

Once, you ran into an elf with the same purple eyes as the person in your memories, his were just… colder and he looked tired. He looked stunned when he saw you, his eyes got misty and he got this sad look on his face. “(name)?” he uttered your name with a trembling voice. You tilted your head in confusion, how did he know your name? He reached over to embrace you, for some reason he didn’t go through you. Warm hands cradled the back of your head as you were held in a hug, pressed into his shoulder. You quickly pieced together that this was someone you used to know. 

Faintly you could hear a “I found you” as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the comforting feeling that was entirely him. As much as you wanted to remember his name, you couldn’t recall it. That made your lower lip tremble, seeing him tired, hearing his solemn voice and how tightly he held you didn't make it better. Suddenly you let out a sob as you apologized for not recognizing him nor remembering his name and burying your face into his shoulder.

He let out a surprised noise then reached over to wipe away the small tears that gathered by your eyes, “No need for tears, you’re here now and that's all that matters” he smiled and lightly tousled your hair. “As for my name? It’s Thistle”

You blinked at him and sniffled, “I like it…” you grinned.

[vashvana]

Tinkle my son (i think tumblr ruined the quality a bit 🫠)