#and dion's not the only one :)

[this-is-krikkit]

good morning and fuck the hypocrisy of those games as a whole but thanks again for that eurovision on crack level of an opening ceremony ig

[beliscary]

late to the meme but 🥺🥺🥺🥺 prithee

[baconplasm]

I spent too much time on this shitpost so I have to post it

(context: Dion’s voice actor on Twitter )

[erigold13261]

id like to see your take on transfem raz :3

My transfem Raz would probably have idolized Milla a lot more and so made her clothes look more like her's instead of like Sasha's.

She'd also get hair extensions until her hair was long enough on its own and wear blue eye shadow like Donatella!

[levinbolts]

enjoying my time with my favorite old man before square enix takes him away from me again 💔

[jekyllnahyena]

eat your young

[lettuceflower]

what i want to happen:

a cid dlc that explores his backstory and ends with him sneaking into oriflamme's mothercrystal and fighting dion (which actually happened in canon, so they just need to show it)

or a joshua dlc that explores what happened between the prologue and him reuniting with clive

or a dion dlc where he does literally anything, i don't care. the dion dlc could be him picking flowers for 2 hours and i would buy it

what will probably happen:

a dlc that introduces leviathan’s dominant, aka a brand new character that i do not care about (unless it’s kihel the medicine girl, but i’m not completely sold on that theory)

a clive dlc where he goes on some random adventure with jill idk

also i highly doubt either of the dlcs will be post-game. the ending felt very final and intentional. regardless if you like the ambiguity or not, that's what they were going for, so i don't think they'll ever expand on the story after the ending. so no clive/jill reunion dlc ect.

[johanirae]

Dion selflessly declaring he only needs one bed in his tent because it is not fair that only he sleeps in comfort while his comrades doesn't. Take this second bed away!

The new dragoon wondering out loud about where Sir Terence sleeps then, because doesn't he spend all his nights in the Prince's tent-- *slapped upside the head by older knights*

[acheronist]

great lakes slang that warms my heart for no reason: ripping a dart.

like yeah. fuck yeah. absolutely no way anyone around here is Stepping Out For A Cigarette To Calm Their Nerves🚬😌 like nahhh baby you're gonna go stand outside in the busted ass driveway and rip a dart while realizing it's gonna rain later. you and your buddies fall out of the dive at 2am and go rip some fucken darts in a dirty damp alley while giggling the whole time. the only beer leaguer that can score on your team is out behind the rink ripping darts like a chimney during period breaks and you ask him when the hell are you gonna stop rippin' em you stupid dumb idiot and he says i'll stop smokin' em when I stop scorin' em and you dont know if he means goals or cigarettes..... like there really is a sense of urgency and undertones of 'ope gotta get my self harm done before i can get back to whatever the hell i was doing 15 minutes ago' about it which i find very delightful

[coquelicoq]

behind the news but in case you are still down with the horrid virus i wish you a speedy recovery <3

thank you my love <3 i am indeed down with the sickness and it is very boring. pretty much all i can do is watch tv, so if anyone has any shows to rec to me, please do! due to my specific setup, i also can't really use the computer for very long, so piracy is out...so specifically recs for things that are on the apps i have on my roku (hulu, viki, tubi) preferred. i have so many other things i would prefer to be doing, it's very annoying 😫 but we must persevere !

[arabela25]

Eurovision Song Contest 2023 countdown: 26 days left!

Burning Daylight - Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper, The Netherlands 🇳🇱 [x]

[beliscary]

yeah yeah near death get together, very romantic. but actually dion and terence were dragon betrothed™️ for yeeaaaars prior to that overwrought melodrama. bahamut told me personally

[tryingtimi]

last line tag

Thank you for the recent tag, @muddshadow and probably some old ones @agrimedena-drax, tags go back at ya, show me some more of your awesome stuff please. ❣ I'm finally, kinda back on track with writing, so here we are. I'm working on a side story for my unwritten fantasy series, so yeah, I'll bring a little from that lol. Also no pressure tagging: @circa-specturgia, @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @the-void-writes, @erensattacktitandick, @friendlyneighborhood-writer, @aschlindartroom, @approximately20blorbos

A side story with Avelyn visiting the religious center of her religion, and discovering some secrets. It's her first dream sequence.

Looming shadows stretched around like a blanket covering the sweet children at night. Formless, familiar figures. Those, who she wouldn’t name without worrying about tasting sand, her tongue turning ash in her mouth.

People, surround her, caging her. 

She was in the temple. Alone. Lonely. There wasn’t a single soul around, only her and the echoing halls of the Phravani. They were mounting, stretching into heaven, far above the sky. She couldn’t see the ceiling, just like in the Illatheum. 

She couldn’t breathe. 

“Worry not,” a gentle voice called. It was everywhere. 

She trembled, standing in the great hall, letting the wind play with her locks. 

Wind.

Tender, caressing, soothing. 

Merciless, dangerous, deadly. 

She was trembling, searching for the voice in the vast, open space, her toes sinking into soft satin. Pillows for praying, scattered around. She was standing on one, her limbs numb, immovable.  She tried to encourage herself to step, yet never succeeded. 

“It’s alright.” It was the same voice, but where did it come from? 

Shadows were all around, as if idly waiting people. Watching her. Studying her. 

Reading her soul. 

Then, a pathway opened up — an aisle really. Beautiful, rich, decorated. She was walking through it, passing paintings of great philosophers and prophets. Theoden, and his Path. He was among them, the one she recognised immediately. 

She wanted to hide. 

The aisle led to a two-winged door, pearlescent gleaming glittering on its surface. There was no telling where from, but she knew where it opened to. And so she reached for the handle, pushing it gently. 

The door creaked silently.

She peeked in, her heart throbbing in her throat. She found a glimpse of fine praying flyers hanging from the walls discreetly, no paintings drilled into them. A simple carpet stretched across the floor, a similarly humble, carefully made bed and a vanity beside it. No carving ornamented the mirror painted matte obsidian, leaving the place without a lively glisten. Something she always noticed in a place lived in. 

She shuddered, a knot that never left her stomach weighing her down even more. The place held so much in itself, yet she nearly crumbled under its emptiness. 

And she knew it was Amorellan’s. 

Seemingly, the thought brought her out, her eyes catching the other’s regal form blending into the crashing shadows. As if they were coming from her. 

Amorellan was inspecting something, an object, almost as radiatingly hollow as herself. Her back faced her, which let her believe Amorellan was not aware of her presence. 

Amorellan twirled the object in her hand, inspecting it. There was no sign of what it was, or what she intended to do with it. Yet, she had a sickening feeling in her gut, a warning. 

Amorellan held up her hand, and so she caught a little peek of an awfully familiar, yet foreign item. 

A crystal. 

[valiisthea]

I don't care how many people I add to my blog, Dion will always be my babyiest boy.

[mister-eames]

I see your Arthur singing Frank Sinatra and I RAISE you drunk!arthur singing Mariah Carey’s Loverboy (the firecracker version btw) at karaoke. Dream a little bigger, darlings and give that boy THE RANGE. Drunk!arthur doesn’t just sing, btw; he PERFORMS. & maybe eames has only worked with arthur a couple of times at this point so it’s like whiplash. Super serious pointman by day, karaoke king by night. He would be CHARMED.

Ooooh. So... a man like Arthur--for all intents and purposes, an 'uptight', all stitched in, no nonsense kind of man--has to have some kind of outlet, right, has to have some kind of side to him that goes to bed, undresses, relaxes, switches off, as we all do --a head to his tails, of sorts. I personally like to think Arthur is far from prim and proper (hey asshole, 'cause that worked so good, he's gonna help us break in...). I think, indulgently, despite how he presents himself at work, Arthur is.... very not neat and tidy, internally. Arthur is a red wine day-drinking, moodily salad-eating, elbows on the table (it's canon don't come for me) shit-at-life kinda mess outside of work. And I love however that manifests in our interpretations.

Let's say he sings.

I feel like drunk!Arthur definitely has a repertoire. Arthur knows the lyrics of his three-thousand-strong song playlist. Arthur had the first iPod nanos (and still does) and maxed them. Loverboy, L-O-V-E, American Pie, sung when he thinks he has no audience, tipsy, erring on drunk after more tequila than he remembers, maybe at karaoke, maybe just packing his suitcase for a job, sat on the floor cross-legged, rolling his socks into neurotic little mismatched bundles.

Eames stumbling across any of these, though. Like seeing the man behind the curtain, in a way, suddenly struck by this weird effervescence in his chest, a strange tickle under his sternum he initially mistakes for his own awkwardness, not realising some part of him was being dug out and reshuffled, making room for someone else. And then maybe filing that feeling away. Maybe letting it simmer. I don't know. I think Eames would feel some kind of way, moved unwittingly by Arthur's "messiness", Arthur outside of his own self made paradigm? *chefs kiss*.

[waloeders]

I BEAT THE DLC!!!

i have so many ideas for another s/i omg....