Taiba: Everyone’s happy!
Relg: I’m not happy.
Taiba: You’re never happy.
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Taiba: Everyone’s happy!
Relg: I’m not happy.
Taiba: You’re never happy.
Silk: *exists*
Relg: heathen (derogatory)
Taiba: *exists*
Relg: heathen (affectionate)
Sometimes a family is an immortal miscreant, his badass immortal daughter, a blacksmith who's in love with her, the kid they've co-parented, a giant ginger Viking, his tiny boyfriend who has a knack for trouble and one-liners, a horse whisperer with a score to settle, a himbo archer with no impulse control, a himbo knight with a heart of gold, a tiny princess who once told a lion to piss off, an overzealous religious guy who can pass through solid rock, a freed slave who's still down to fight, despite having gone through a Lot, and a smol, precious cinnamon roll who believes in everyone, and that's okay.
meeting relg
"Ya! Garach tek, Gorim!" The words were spat out in the snarling Ulgo language, and the harsh voice that spoke them was filled with outrage.
Ce'Nedra jerked her head around to look at the intruder. Like all Ulgos, he was short, but his arms and shoulders were so massively developed that he seemed almost deformed. His colorless hair was tangled and unkempt. He wore a hooded leather smock, stained and smeared with some kind of mud, and his large black eyes burned with fanaticism. Crowded behind him were a dozen or more other Ulgos, their faces set in expressions of shock and righteous indignation. The fanatic in the leather smock continued his stream of crackling vituperation.
The Gorim's face set, but he endured the abuse from the wild-eyed man at the door patiently. Finally, when the fanatic paused for breath, the frail old man turned to Belgarath. "This is Relg," he said a bit apologetically. "You see what I mean about him? Trying to convince him of anything is impossible."
- excerpt from book three of the Belgariad by David Eddings
As the title says, this is the main cast of the book series The Belgariad by David Eddings. I can't remember if a scene like this ever actually happens—all of them in one group, all of them o...
I had some unexpected Belgariad feels recently, and went on a rampage for fanart. This is one of the best pieces I found! I really love the detail on the horses, and how they reflect their riders’ personalities.
Relg: So, you said I give cult leader vibes?
Taiba: I never said leader.
Relg: Ah.
Taiba: *kisses Relg’s forehead*
Relg: What was that?
Taiba: ... affection.
Relg: Disgusting.
Relg: ... do it again.
Silk: Hey, what are your pronouns? I need to talk about you behind your back.
Relg:
Relg: He/him.
Silk: Thanks!