#dolion

[doodlesnoodles1]

Some villainous fanchildren art

[inquirewithbillcipher]

how would gideon react if I said "Mable & Pacifica are good together"?

Mind your business little birdy.

-Gleeful

[vineboom-sfx]

You know I love my ocs when I draw cryptic art of them

[anotherfanartonthewall]

The Hermit reversed:

loneliness, isolation, recluse, being anti-social, rejection

[zimcard-artblog]

PLUM PURPLE EYES MEANS BAD NEWS

A collection of scenes taken from the DnD RP between me and Tangerine (Uncrossedpanic4 on Twitter! You may recognize him for his Dialtown Fanfic works: An Unhealthy Obsession. He's also the creator of Craig who is a Patreon character that appears in the game)

Winoraton Worlds Archive is a collaborative project by Tangerine and I which is directly based off of our DnD RP. Winoraton is a galactic system full of various of Worlds and societies.

[yarrow-leaf]

Some more revenges >:3c

mpartist1894’s Dolion and wizardposting’s Trellis & Cinder! 🍷🌌🃏

[kitty-pins-supremacy]

how are you gonna tell icarus that his little brother is a freako?

.. ? im.. im not a freako.. thats mean..

[alannothing]

As I saw that some people were doing Welcome home ocs, I decided to make my own hehe, if you like it, I'll do more about it….💙💙💙

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[sorrowful-hyacinth]

Whumpril 2023

Coincidence

Day 6: “Don’t push me away.”

Contents: TW blood, bruises, and burns, Caretaker, Whumpee, Signs Of Abuse, Stormy Weather, Reluctance To Accept Help, Fear, Begging, Whimpering.

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The clouds rolled in, dark and heavy. It took no time for the rain to start pouring on unsuspecting people who had been deceived by the clear skies mere minutes ago. The rain fell like pins and needles at rapid speeds. The wind was unmerciful to anyone without a windbreaker or even those with umbrellas.

“Fuck.”

Dolion ducked into the nearest alley way. The wind couldn’t reach him in between the brick buildings, except for the occasional channel that swept pass him. He got his phone out from his right pocket and called for a ride.

Soft crying could be heard just barely, practically carried by the wind. Dolion looked to his left, further down the alley way. He had only just noticed a crouched figure behind a dumpster. Should I help them? He took a few step towards the figure. His footsteps were louder than he would have liked them to be, no thanks to the expanding puddles that have almost engulfed the concrete. The closer he got, the more noticeable the crying became.

Not wanting to scare them, Dolion let out a light, “hey.”

The crying turned into whimpering, they���re legs pulled closer into themselves. Dolion came into view of the figure and was taken aback by the sight. The sniffling man was littered with bruises and fresh cuts that had dry blood washing away with the rain. They were sitting in a puddle dyed a faint red. It took him too long to notice the burn on their cheek, as if an iron was pressed to their face. They only had a t-shirt and shorts on, they shivered from both the rain and the fear.

“p-p-ple-se d-don’t h-h-hurt m… me.”

The man looked up with pleading eyes through his wet, matted hair. They were red and puffy. Dolion crouched in front of him. The man very noticeably flinched.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I-I want to help you. What happened to you?”

The man tucked his head into his legs, not wanting to answer. Dolion took his jacket off and threw it on top of the mans head and shoulders. The man quickly shoved Dolion to the ground. He tried to press himself impossibly further into the wall and curled back up into his ball, practically ignoring the jacket as if he hadn’t noticed it was on him.

Dolion, surprised by the reaction, simply got up to his crouched position again. He reached for the jacket so that he can readjust it. He anticipated the man’s movements this time. Dolion grabbed his arms before he could use them causing him to whimper.

“Don’t push me away.”

The man tried to tug his arms away from Dolion but he was clearly too weak to resist.

“I gave you my jacket, I want to help you. Please don’t be scared.”

The man stopped his struggling and took a moment to finally notice the jacket that had been covering his head. Dolion released his arms, but the man kept them in the air. Dolion reached for the jacket and adjusted its position so the rain wouldn’t hit the man’s face.

“Is that better?”

The man nodded, taking back his arms and tucking them away. “Th-thank y-you sir.” He still seemed tense, but clearly confused by the act of kindness.

Before Dolion spoke up, he heard a honk to his right. He looked over and saw his ride. He was happy to get out of the rain, but he didn’t want to leave this man here.

“How about we get you out of this storm?”

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Date: April 6, 2023

Taglist: @whumpril

[deities-anew]

hah. sucks to suck, idiot.

I will skin you.

[shepdoggi]

Dolion, creator of nightmares. They’re the one who creates nightmares based off the dreamer’s thoughts, memories, and fears. Their “neutral” form is unstable and distorted, but they can form into the dreamer’s worst fears and nightmares

[doodlesnoodles1]

Some drawings

[art-beyond-the-stars]

A handful of furry characters I've made for a collaborative story a group of friends and I are making!

Meet Pops, Truman, and Jewel!

They all use he/him pronouns, and are a barman, conman, and sex worker respectively.

Help me escape an unsafe household!

Please consider commissioning me!

[vineboom-sfx]

I love you Dolion, you and your mommy issues that made you the source of everyone’s daddy issues

[anotherfanartonthewall]

Inspo

I saw this ^ dress, and I wanted to draw Dolion in it

[ryemiffie]

The Heroes of Dolion City dialogue as Batman incorrect quotes cause I thought this Dionise line just had such Brucie Wayne vibes when I read it:

Waiter of a metropolis bar with no idea who Bruce Wayne is: Sir you can't just buy the bar.

Brucie Wayne: Well I'd beg to differ but I never beg.