#sol dion simmons

[diorysuss]

sorry i was gonna do a comic about how touch starved they both are and the lesbians learn how to cuddle but it’s too late for that. HAHSHSHJSHAISJ happy valentines day

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ehehee get yoinked for game night :)

anyways, ocs pictured going clockwise from rufus are wesley (@lazah-bang), v, dion (@diorysuss), shadow (@thefelinefox), maggie (@samthecookielord), nora (@snekatiemainy), and jess (@cyikess)

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boo diorysus info dump jumpscare

with the jazz agents, dion and berlin.

If you’ve ever seen South Park or played TBBW, dion’s kinda like craig. very nonchalant, blunt, and very threatening in terrence eyes. he can’t dissect her because she’s just so.. off-putting to him. sometimes she won’t answer him, or she’ll talk over him like he’s not even there. the times she does acknowledge him, it’s very rage inducing. dion trolls terrence dialogue would go:

“don’t you DARE disrespect me with those crude jazz gestures-“

“yeah i got a gesture for you”

for Berlin, they’d be pretty neutral about each other at first. then Berlin starts getting corrupt and slowly gets a lot more violent with his threats and shadow speak, which unnerves terrence. also, berlin thinks terrence is boring and usually just drowns out his ramblings while the other guy goes on about “getting rid of him” and “continuing with the plan.” (just to be a prick he follows up every sentence terrence says with “what did you just say?” “repeat that please” or just a plain “i don’t give a shit.”

For the two pig skinners, Ares and Pat:

if it isn’t obvious for ares and bruise, they’re mortal enemies. each encounter for them resulted in one of them getting beat up, (most of the time, it was bruise with the exception of ares getting beat up in the first swamp encounter). ares BIT bruises finger off for christ sake. they also use to serve under bruise until they were honorably discharged from the army due to a shellfish allergy, so they know how cruel this guy is.

pat doesn’t view bruise as an enemy to kill, rather just an opponent to persuade. each time he shows up, pat just waves and talks to him as if they’ve been friends for a decade. bruise is very confused by this. he thinks it’s psychological warfare, no pat is genuinely just that much of a pacifist. when he (easily might I add) defeats him in arm wrestling, pat offers bruise to stay at his mother’s barn; which bruise reluctantly offers.

for Demet; the cheese wizard (pacifist until she’s not)

Noël and Demet have so much tension you could cut it with a knife. Demet being disabled on all makes Noël really reluctant to fight her, but Demet’s “gimme all you got pussy cat” attitude throws that morality out the window.

Raised hands! I have stuff to do tomorrow early in the morning but because I still have a day off from work!! I wanna get to know all of your Loathing OCs more :]

Reblog and/or reply with how your OCs feel about General Bruise, Dark Noël, and Terrence Poindexter, and as a bonus, how they all feel about the OC! I'll start in the next reblog ^^!!

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Dion doodle I did on my class work

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about to go absolutely devious on this font

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Hair..... peace on earth

truly indeed..

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surprisingly most of my ocs are tainted except ares (even though he drank like 7 bottles of mead but threw them up before the effects could take place I guess?) and demet soo

Dion was definitely shadow wine, mainly bc 1. She was out of booze 2. She’s also a borderline alcoholic (only lvl 1 tho for some reason.)

Pat didn’t realize those “really good but really odd”hotdogs of his were shadow tainted until Alphonse pointed it out bc Pat is barely literate (he’s literally only lvl 2 shadow taint so that’s fun)

Berlin on the other hand willingly drank like. TONS of those wine glasses bc he thought it made him look more approachable (I mean it did in a way. also on his current save he’s 39- HES FUCKING 39 TAINTED WHAT)

Random question for the loathing community:

For those characters who are shadow tainted in some form, What was their first shadow food?

For my ocs:

Wesley's first was shadow wine (obviously with him being a wine drinker) And the shadow wine is what almost got him fully tainted

Farlow's was a shadow pickle, They chopped it up and put it on a sandwich.

Marley's first wasn't actually something from in game but was from her accidentally drinking blood from someone who was shadow tainted.

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valentines be upon ye. ares’s is under the cut but warning for blood since he’s unhinged

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daily dose of dion doodles since i’m kinda pumped out today

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How do dion and lizzies relationship develop?

had to brain for this one

So, they both first meet at the speakeasy. Dion gets Lizzie a drink, and they talk and enjoy each others company a lot. Of course, Lizzie gets super drunk and Dion just puts her own bed, but with plenty of awkward “you’re,,, pretty” compliments from Lizzie and Dion being over it. (Dion sleeps on the floor with a pillow and a blanket. She’s used to it dw)

The next morning, Lizzie wakes up with little to no memory of the night before, not in her bed, and with a stranger sleeping on the floor, well most obviously she freaks the fuck out and Dion has to calm her down. Eventually, after explanations and apologies, they both set out.

The next time they meet, Dion kinda, you know, ruined Lizzie’s gang, and she just kinda crumples from recognizing the person she let sleep in her bed. Lizzie is most obviously pissed, so Dion offers for her to come along and reconcile while saving the world. (yeah, lizzie is a companion. what’re you gonna do about it.)

There’s a good 3 days of pining for Dion while she wonders if she’s gay, if she’s gay for Lizzie, and whether or not she can confess while Lizzie very much hits on her. Sooner or later, Lizzie confess to Dion, and she quite literally passes out. Lizzie drags Dion home, and I guess in the morning they’re dating. the end!

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girlfriend vignette is crazy

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uhm. I did the Dion/Lizzie fanfic (well like 98% of it. I need 2 percent more) if you wanna read it be my guest but it’s wip (please pm me mistakes/advice) and it’s…

✨under the cut✨

Lizzie and Dion try to visit each other. Maybe it’s more like Lizzie crashing into Dion’s room.

Lizzie walked down the snow-trodden path of Ocean City, gift in hand. The brisk Maryland weather forcing her to wear a scarf. Just a scarf, though. The weather doesn’t control her, she's not a pussy. She was still in her short sleeved tee and overalls. This better be worth it, Lizzie thought as she finally reached her destination.

Murray’s Antiques. The sign had two eye flashing, which always made her uncomfortable, and she never really knew why her girlfriend preferred staying here over renting an apartment or staying at a hotel even. But Lizzie couldn’t really talk though. The former gang-leader stayed in a shed with a sleeping bag on it. Or used too, anyways. Now Dion, “worried for her well-being” and “concerned about her health,” let her stay in her room, filled with all sorts of knick knacks and trinkets. The tentacle really creeped her out.

Lizzie marched her way towards the back of the house however, because every time she entered through the front, it was the same question and the same excuse can only work so many times.

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The black haired chick sitting at the desk would raise an eyebrow. “Why are you here, Lizzie?”

Normally she’d have one prepared, but sometimes she’d caught off-guard. “Uh.. payment for Dion Simmons.”

“For what?” “That’s none of your goddamn business.”

She’d look up from the paper on her desk. “Well I can’t let you in without a reason.”

Now it was Lizzie’s turn to cock her eyebrow. “I just gave you one.”

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Ugh, the joke setup was so awful neither Lizzie nor the author wants to finish the memory. Before she realizes it, though, her face gets very familiar with the window, and pure bewilderment makes her fall flat ass into the snow, dropping her gift. Damn it! The bottom was all soggy, and it was slightly dented on the side. It was expensive, too. It was hard finding a guy in Ocean City who could make these for cheap but good. Well, she did put a crowbar to his knees. Lizzie carefully picks it up, and knocks on the window to the tune of some jazz song she knows Dion likes. Vaguely the tune.

Dion sits on her bed, waiting anxiously. The jazz agent is normally this silent, but it’s never this uncomfortably silent. In her shadow shorts lap sits a little box, precariously undisturbed. The crystal store next door didn’t want to work on it at first, but after some gentle encouragement, (read: a shakedown from the mafia and a convincing sleaze gun to the woman’s face), she finally got it finished.

Finally, a loud bang hits her barely working window, followed by a wet thud and a loud string of curse words. It startles Dion, and she makes sure she looks perfect down to the last coil on her afro, even though she knows Lizzie won’t really care. The woman runs a gang after all. After giving her girlfriend a second to compose herself, she unlocked the.. lock, and opened the window.

A hefty medium sized box was thrown through the window first, the Big Lizzie herself, who had to use about 90% of her stamina to get herself through the window in the first place. Eventually, Dion took the girl's hand and got her in, landing on the twin-sized bed with a small “oumph.”

“Hi.” Dion said first. Thank goodness you can’t see cherries in chocolate, because her face would be red as a tomato.

Lizzie just giggled. “Heya Doll. Long time no see, eh?”

“Yes. I’ve.. missed you.” The shorter of the two women gave the other a hug. It had been a long time since they had seen each other. It felt like 5000 years. Fighting an Old God really did that to your schedule.

Lizzie was surprised by the sudden show of affection. It was unusual for Dion, but she didn’t mind it. Not one bit. She returned the hug back, and gave the other a kiss on the cheek. She could feel the blush on the other one’s face.

The freckled gal sat down on the bed, taking off her scarf. Dion puzzled over it. “You came in.. just a scarf?” Lizzie nodded. “I wanted to be on time, you’re always jeering about how I’m late..” Dion puffed her face, and Lizzie knew what that meant. “Well, that won’t do.” She stormed out of the room, and Lizzie had picked out a book from her girlfriends bookshelf to pass the time. Oooh, Auto-Repair for Geniuses.

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Dion had come out of her room, with two mugs and a determined look on her face. Jessica raised her head from her desk.

“What do you need two mugs for?”

Dion stopped. “Uhh.. I’m extra thirsty.”

Jessica cocked her eyebrow above her glasses.

“I heard the window open. And a thud.”

Dion sighed. She didn’t feel like coming out today. “Well, Jessica. If you really have to know, it’s mafia business, which pays for this whole shabangbang of hunting down Gods. Now unless you wanna lose fun-“

Jessica (quite rudely) interrupted her. “Alright, alright! Well, just try not to use all the ingredients. Murray said that stuff’s getting expensive.”

“…Ok.”

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Dion had come back, two hot mugs in hand. Lizzie had barely noticed her until she sat next to her and handed it to her. “Here, I got you hot chocolate.”

She took her’s, sipping it. She didn’t even really like hot chocolate, but she knew Lizzie did, and that was evident by the fact she was practically chugging hers.

Eventually, the taller one had to ask. “Why ain’t you tell your folks about us yet?” Dion sucked in her teeth. “I’m.. not ready to admit it.” It was still hard to believe it herself. It has been three months since she’d fallen for Lizzie, two since she finally admitted it to herself and one since she confessed.

“Well who have you told? The devil?” Dion sucked in her teeth again. “..Kinda.” “What?” “Nothing.” There was a moment of silence while Dion handed her mug to Lizzie. “..I’ve told Molly though. She got a girlfriend already.” Lizzie smiled a bit. “Well at least you told someone you trust.” She took the other into her arm, rubbing her shoulder to comfort her. Dion leaned into the touch.

Lizzie perked up suddenly. “Hey, Doll! I got you something for Crimbo. I’d think you’d like it.” She reached over and got the slightly-messed up box. “I.. dropped it. I hope it ain’t too damaged.”

Dion took it, struggling a bit since she didn’t have as much muscle as the mechanic. “That’s ok, Lovebug.” She gently tore off the wrapping paper, to find a beautiful little radio on the box. Opening the packaging, the radio was just as nice as the art made it to be. It was sleek, black, and fit perfectly into her room. Dion nearly passed out. It turned to over 72 stations. 72!

Dion turned to the red-head, and hugged her again, but this time it was much more eager. “Thank you Lovebug! Thank you so much!” Lizzie nearly was tackled over how much force was put on her at once. “Awe, ain’t nothin. I knew how much you liked jazz n’ music.” She blushed.

Dion suddenly waved her hands, excited to get out the box from her pocket. It was silver and iron coloured, barely the size of her palm. Dion put it in Lizzie’s hand, putting her own behind her back. “I want you to open it.” Lizzie was confused, but did as she was told

She flipped open the top, revealing a beautiful ring. The crystal in the center was pitch black and absorbed all light around it, leaving nothing but her reflection on it, like a mirror. The platinum design was beautiful, and it would not rust while working, either. It was wonderful.

“How.. how much did this cost?”

“2000… meat. The mob owed me a favor..”

Ignoring the mob part, Lizzie put it on almost immediately. It looked great on her hand.

guys it 2 am i’m too tired I’ll work on this later

[diorysuss]

wip of a human dio I never got around to finishing. like gawd damn

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oc exclusive items ideas I had lol

Dion S. - Soul Studded Sun Shades | Accessories

These shades have got a certain umph to them that makes you look a lot more cooler.

Acquired after her 2nd vignette.

Perks:

3+ Moxie

Special dialogue options

3 Hot Amour

Makes you walk like a real jazz musician

Carries your actual soul

Ares S - Lucky Shank | Weapon

You remember when you first skinned a guy in prison with this shank!

Acquired when looking though Ares’s bed in the prison cell.

Perks:

Deal your muscle + 5 sleaze damage

Once equipped, also unlocks dialogue options

Demet S. - Forearm Crutches | “Shoes”

You hate these and everything they stand for. Including yourself.

Acquired from the beginning of the game.

Perks:

You need these to stand up

Folks are either a lot more or a lot less polite

A “walking” animation

3+ mystically (no idea why)

Pat C. Fist - Mr. Teddy | Offhand Item

The number one moral compass when Ma’ and Paw couldn’t be there remind you!

Acquired after his 3rd dream in the antique shop.

Perks:

Reveal Mr. Teddy in combat to do 5 Spooky Damage to everyone in combat except you.

Talks to you and says really nice stuff during conversations :D

Unlocks pacifist dialogue options

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a convulated oc fact list i wrote in 40 minutes about my ocs because why not. (I am also tired so if some facts seem outta place that’s why 😭😭)

SoL kids and what they are

Dion(ysus) Simmons

- Guarded, Jazz Agent, Psygeology

- African American, specifically creole from New Orleans

- Bisexual

- She/Her, Cis Female

- Bilingual, French and English

- Companion: Molly B. Even though Dion hates the way she talks, they’re a pretty good duo.

- Autistic, but she never got diagnosed so was just called “odd but cool once you get to know her”

- Special Interest was brass instruments as a kid but now she’s just really into rocks.

- In her shadow run she gives eye trauma to shadow president as revenge

- Dating Big Lizzie. Calls her Lovebug (goals)

- Selectively mute sometimes. Like she will just flat out ignore you and not talk to you if she’s mute.

- Dion can play every brass instrument but will visible sob if you try to teach her string/woodwind

- “No, just because I’m named Dionysus doesn’t mean she’s associated with alcoholic beverages and organized crime, damn it!”

- Doesn’t wear hats. The hatless run.

- But will constantly wear her shades. Her left eye does this weird thing from when she was 6 and she doesn’t like it.

- The oldest/peacemaker out of the 3 Simmons kid.

Ares Simmons

- Checkered Past, Pig Skinner, Cryptobotany

- AroAce | Neurotypical | Anger Issues

- He/They, demiboy (he will actually beat the shit outta you if you say otherwise)

- Companion: Simone. He freaks her out sometimes but they got along.

- African American/Italian, adopted from DirtWater and brought to New Orleans

- Ares actually served in the U.S army under Bruise; he genuinely thought for a little while that his lieutenant was named Bruce, and was shocked to find him as his rival.

- He adopted the ruthless perk from his mother; absolutely a beast and has little to no empathy for most others than his family and companions. Most violent being in loathing

- He was put in prison for 6 months before getting out for the wrong thing (they thought he committed a series of gruesome murders; no he just punched a parking meter too hard or something)

- In his shadow run he didn’t just absorb Bruise he literally beat the shit outta him until he was bone

- “Romance is for WEAK PEOPLE who need another person to function.”

- Ares has little to no filter; he says whatever he wants when he wants. This can lead to unwarranted consequences that he shoves, kicks and bites his way out of.

-Bruise is missing a finger because of him.

- Youngest out of the 3 siblings

Demet(er) Simmons

- Scouts Honor, Cheese Wizard, Insectology

- Any/All, Genderfluid

- Lesbian | Asexual

- ADHD

- African American, Creole and from New Orleans

- Companion: Obie. They help each other and duet in the speakeasy a lot.

- Bilingual, French and English

- Demet is notably disabled and uses fore-arm crutches to walk; makes wizarding a bit hard but they make do

- Pacifist, he genuinely wanted to be friends with Noël, but had to send her out of country.

- Demet knows piano; a hobby she practiced since she wasn’t allowed (or rather didn’t let herself) go outside.

- Hates bugs but hates sapient rocks and weird plants more

- She likes Jasper’s shades a whole lot; makes her feel cool.