๐ฌ๐ณ๐ถ๐ผ๐จ๐ต๐ต ( breton-french name meaning 'the good light' ) formerly #madrites : a private / extremely selective portrayal of ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, established since april 2023. semi-affiliated with the final fantasy rpc. on permanent semi-hiatus. written by steph, early 30s. spoilers are untagged.
side note : this portrayal of dion will be influenced by his greek mythological counterpart, biblical references, canon material and pre-release day headcanons. ultimania information will also be largely ignored. this means hence that canon divergences regarding lore, timeline, and the outcome of his character arc should be expected. with the rpc being mostly inactive i am open for various crossovers and verses. ( ๐๐๐๐ & ๐๐๐๐๐. // ๐๐๐๐๐๐. // ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ : ย psd1, adjusted / psd2 )
english is not my mother tongue and my prose is ratherย meta-heavy. ย if you reckon you would be bothered by that, i advise against following.
i welcome pre-established relationships, plotted or improvised threads and duplicates. i neither practice exclusives, nor am i part of an affiliated group of people, but i practice having mains if anyone is interested in it.ย romantic shipping is currently limited to two friends of mine and otherwise is a close friends territory out of comfort. regarding the romantic relationship between dion and terence, it will be disregarded by default as i do with most of canonical ships, so i'd like to urge you, both in and out of character, to not expect or imply an existing romance.
if you participate in callout culture, please tag it properly. ย do notย involve me or send me callouts unless someone committed a crime andย violated a law. that said, i have no patience for trivial drama, andย i avoid people at my own discretion, when i see fit. nevertheless, for the sake of not exposing myself to sudden unsavory content, i do not wish to be followed if a ship between the rosfield brothers is part of your blog.
mature and potentially triggering content is bound to be present here. ย i will not censor potential themes such as medieval elements, violence, cosmic / body / psychological horror, corruption, religious imagery, familial trauma, physical and mental illness, war as well as death. ย while i am not particularly fond of erotic interaction, i avoid blogs with minor admins regardless. ย please, do not expect mutual following if you are belowย 21.
blogs / fandoms i have little to no interest in and will likely not interact, unless youโre a close friend or writing partner of mine : genshin / honkai impact, ย anything marvel, or overwatch ย --- list is subject to expansion.
a reason for me to hard block as a visceral reaction is seeing AI generated content on my dashboard ; these include generated music, writing, and images. but also the mere mention / advertisement of / linking to generating products or apps will result in a soft block. i do not need those here.
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โ heloise โ she taught me how to make it, you know ... as a thank you. but i'm afraid it did not turn out the way i have wanted it. it's burnt and inedible. please ignore the smell. โ // @elouann
" ๐๐ , ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ , ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. how bad could it possibly be ? " jinx did he all circumstances around the treat made with clumsy adoration before boldly scooping an indulgently sized bite with a shiny fork โ his large smirk, and irises sparkling like dark honey, worsened the curse. he chewed and swallowed a charred piece he did not previously notice without the slightest complaint, but between the brows carved a sign of agony. " for a... first attempt it is delightful, notably because you made it. "
Joshua knows Dion is not entirely comfortable at the Hideaway. Actually, it feels that the only thing he has in mind is to defeat Ultima. And of course it'll come soon. They all want to deal with the so-called god very soon. But it doesn't mean they should wait for this moment to come. For the first time since the events of Phoenix Gate, Joshua feels that his life finally makes sense. He plans to survive that confrontation with Ultima, but he still wants to do his best to enjoy life while he can. He knows he could die, as much as he tries to ignore it. And he also plans to cheer up his friend.
"Dion... you should try that new apple pie everyone has been eating. It reminds me of Rosalith." And that's the truth. For the first time in too many years, Joshua finally feels home, and he wants Dion to feel in a similar way, or at least to be comfortable.
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.ย ย ย on days where the wrathful echoes of his remorse struck him to the most complex silence, it were the simplicities that could nudge him to feel a little more than numb, the friendly summoning by a familiar saying โ take my hand and come out of the shadows with me โ.ย but it would add to the load of sins to enjoy a thing beyond his penance, would it not ?ย would it be justifiable to eat something other than bread, to drink anything else than water, even the more so after losing count of the nights he knelt in prayer ?ย to live up to the day of judgement was the minimum he ought to accomplish, but what of the friends who were now new family ?ย how long could he deny their well-meant benignity ?ย he wondered so quietly, but worded curiosity warily, carefully treading out of the gloom with as timid an answer as they could come, to engage with memories and their nostalgia, or, mayhaps, to distract.ย โ โฆ it sounds lovely, i must admit โฆ โย ( and he fought a difficult battle to suppress the watering within his mouth. )ย โ oh, i recall, at the day of the ceremony they served meals and sweets of rosalith's cuisine. i ate a piece of pie so delicious i could not help to ask for more, and it embarrassed my father so much he apologized for my enthusiasm. โย ย
they really have been censoring the hell out of olivier's tyrannical persona because, rewatching the cutscenes, he did not only say a few edgy lines, he said more edgy lines, they were just delivered by sylvestre.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential (or if it depends).
holding hands ยท ย buying flowers ย ยท ย cooking ยท ย cuddles ยท ย writing a poem / song ย ยท ย holding door open ย ยท ย tying shoe laces ย ยท ย sharing a milkshake with two straws ย ยท ย offering their jacket when it's cold ย ยท ย kissing in the rain ย ยท ย publicly confessing love.
long walks at the beachย ยท ย doing the titanic pose on a boat ( let him have fun ok )ย ยท ย kissing the back of their hand ย ยท ย slow dancing ย ยท ย introducing them to their parents ( more likely to happen in a modern setting )ย ยท ย lighting candles ย ยท ย flower petals on bed ย ยท ย love letters ย ยท ย stargazing ยท ย brushing / doing their hair ย ยท ย picnics ยท ย teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands ย ยท ย compliments.
drawing them ย ยท ย self-made gifts ย ยท ย massages ยท ย proposing with a family heirloom ring ยท ย lending them their favorite book to read ย ยท ย paying for dinner / coffeeย ยท ย surprise birthday parties ย ยท ย feeding them ย ยท ย handing them keys to their apartmentย ยท ย making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over ยท ย sharing a blanket ย ยท ย couple costumes
tucking a hair strand behind their earย ยท ย keeping them from leaving ย ยท ย moving cities to be together ย ยท ย blowing a kiss ย ยท ย breakfast in bed ย ยท ย defending them in a fightย ยท ย joint bubble bathsย ยท ย dropping the l-bomb / "i love you" ( A LOT )ย ยท ย dedicating a song to them ย ยท ย wearing their clothes ยท ย yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie ย ยท ย grant them the last bit
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๐๐๐๐๐ // you need rest. more than anything, you must allow yourself rest. death is frighteningโ it is inevitable, it is unstoppableโ but, it can also be a thing of great beauty. it is an agent of change. it is the forest fire that paves way for new life. allow yourself this rest, and be prepared for the change to come. brace yourself. it will be hard, it will not be kind, but you are more than ready. you just need to rest first.
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โ Favorite thing about writing the muse? i love that he is a loving guy and i love to convey that in any possible, appropriate way. i also like that it so starkly contrasts to the moments where he is really grumpy ( rip balthier ). he represents two polar emotions and he is very passionate as he experiences them and i could gush about that forever.
๐ฅ Unpopular opinion about your muse? i have 2 hot takes. 1) no, dion is not a child-hater, and 2 ) i think he's better left off to be actual found-family with the rosfield brothers than to be shipped with them but that's just me. that stance hasn't changed and won't change.
๐ Favorite headcanon for your muse?ย oof that is difficult, but the absolute favorite i still have and will forever cling to is the headcanon about the abbess dion was raised by. i do still need to make an elaborate meta post about her biography and her connection to dion overall but it all came down to me wanting him to have a positive female rolemodel back when the game wasn't released yet, because chances were he would not have one ( i assumed he was sylvestre's bastard son who didn't grow up with a biological mother and i was correct lol ) therefore i invented a mother figure for him whom he loves a lot, and who actually, genuinely loves him like her own. and that makes me feel warm.
๐ Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore? :)
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๐ Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore?ย the most blatantly obvious thing i ignore about his canon is 1 ) the romantic relationship with terence, and 2 ) his death. the latter is pretty self-explanatory, not really because i was bitter he died when literally everyone else did too, safe for jill + torgal ( ok maybe i was a little bitter ), but it is easier to make up post-canon verses and explore further character development by ignoring death in general lol. the first point, well, i'm forever cursed to not like the canon ships of my muses it seems.
+ ๐ Worst thing youโve ever done to your muse?ย aside from letting him relive the trauma of killing sylvestre in other verses ( lmao ) the next-best single worst thing i've let him go through was the psychological confrontation and reflection of how sylvestre emotionally groomed the ever-living hell out of him.
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But that light doesn't have to be you... not like this is what Dรกinsleif would've wanted to say, but he refrains from doing so. For it would take a blind man to not see that Dion has already made his choiceโ he himself was witness that he has since a long time ago. What can he do for a man that has decided what his calling is, if not honor his decision by respecting it from his quiescence? Albescent lashes flutter close as a small huh eases from roseate lips, bitterly amused at the prospect that he just called him out. This is good, at leastโ it means that he isn't entirely blind to his duty, that he has some sense of individualism. โI have no objections to make nor any reason to deny that.โ Strong arms cross over his chest as he looks at the prince, an I'll let it pass this time glint flickers within sapphire eyes before they soften with the weight of solemnity. โAssuming that your purpose is clear, would you say that the part that concerns the affection of others is satisfied?โ
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ย its hurt cut through the nerves and threatened to make one forget the โ who โ of a supposed personhood.ย it was microcosmic in its torture, an universe of conditions and contradictions.ย there was love and then there was the undoing by love.ย there was agape, then there was the mutation of its devotion.ย โ โฆ i โฆ โย lo, the stutter, the faltering of confidence.ย the prince began his contemplation with an unpracticed resolve continuously turning upside down.ย โ that matter is... seemingly not so clear-cut.ย be that as it may, itโd be unbecoming of a person in my position to bewail it.ย after all, โtis but a small struggle compared to what others must suffer. โย oh, the heart, tainted by wanting, worn on the sleeve and visible enough despite any pointless endeavors to hide it away.ย especially had he failed to do so in front of spectators who had known him better than this ; better, overall, with their many years on their backs.ย their guidance, one more light of solace, in their teachings he found another type of affection.ย โ โ that is not to say that i find no appreciation for the moments you granted me a portion of your priceless wisdom, sir dainsleif.ย my boyhood has doubtlessly been enriched by it.ย iโve come to realize that, wherever my life was lacking, something else would come in its place, and for that i consider myself blessed. โย even the light needed another light. guidance and solace from familiar glitter, types of love bleeding to the fullest, and into each other.ย where, then, was yours, old lodestar ?ย did it fall, a meteoroid akin ?ย or bound itself somewhere to the rose-colored vistas of impending morrows ?ย โ what of you, have you found some fellowship recently ? โ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ : she had no choice but to seek out poisonous intoxication. her heart too hurt, too stubborn, to play along with the sun's alluring dance. one step after another, each word spoken begot a yearning she thought had no longer existed. a phantom-like touch pulls her within your orbit, and rather than acknowledging the aching of her limbs it was her chest that mewled even louder. violence within itself, was the craters that gnawed against celestial body ; an unseen imperfection fractures the image of frivolous youth and in the place of romance stood an insatiable void. her heart a prisoner inside her ribs, with scars bemoaning her undoing. your kindness is killing her softly. the way auburn eyes reflected upon her like the risen dawn, thawing away the glaciers of hurt that kept her frozen for all these years. take away her ice, and she will ask you : what will become of her ? when the light melts away all her hurt, she will be left with nothing but a broken girl too beaten to ever heal. [ monster, you are a monster โโ the orthodoxy's voice rings at her ear like the endless bells of st. greagor. ] she is the unholy to your holy. the damned to your otherwise heavenly deliverance.
she cannot be saved ; and if she could, she would rather it not be by you.
unworthy even now to besought your breathe, she punishes herself even crueler than your offered companionship. your intention as chivalrous and gold as the way her first love would have reached his hand out to her. back, when she was unsullied by the lives that wrings her neck by the noose. [ would you look at me the same way, if you knew what i've done ? the lives i buried, slain, crystallized, and shattered ? i wear white to hide the fact i am bloodstained โโ dirty to look at, dirty to believe. there is a reason why this moon runs away from the sun. ] she is hiding what little she has left to be revealed, and against your gentle smile she remains ever weak. she will remember this : she will, she will. her dearest light and secret salvation : you came too late and her heart will always ache. and still you are beautiful to her, and still she beholds you to the point of near tears. โ โโ just this once, i shall accept your offer. โ a feigned playfulness shoves away the years of unforgiveness, โ i am rather curious to try out what sort of drink you find worthy to lust for after a hard day in the battlefield. my father... i mean someone i knew would always talk down about imperial booze now that i think of it. perhaps your taste might be able to prove him wrong.โ // @madrites
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ;ย ย and when guilt ravaged on innocence weโd drown our sorrows.ย gulp for gulp, it tasted of liquid fire, this suppressant for the mind.ย six hour forgetfulness, perhaps eight if lucky enough.ย the shadows behind each admirable trait added up to an ugliness one ought to not out-loudly admit.ย in demonstration of his painful openness, he was both, a mirroring mockery to sorrow and a poem wholly consisting of it, unworthy of the old admiration beaming from that very twinkling gaze of yours, a diamond in the rough which could never, in all its unfortunate sullenness, be entirely adulterated.ย ( ย listen to me, jill warrick, listen to me, you are not the monster.ย you have teeth and you use them.ย see, i burn, i kill, i smother lovingly.ย whatโs worse than an agape-riddled beast ? ย ) he was a reminder that perfection did not exist, in spite of all his high-thought glory.ย of course, it hurt, of course, it repulsed ;ย such was a fair reaction to his juvenile failures while aloof metia did not provide any solace and neither did the rest of the celestials.
but a different warmth answered your prayers.ย at long goddamned last, it seeped into the titter ghosting within the base of his throat, an expression of intrigue humored the implied offense.ย it rang momentarily and calmed abruptly.ย it eased and begged for pardon.ย โ oh, what i crave depends on the day. ย i dare say a compromise could be possible with this certain individual who likes to critique our beverages so passionately. โย the shame of bleeding out, of being too honest for comfort, the shame thatโd come with visibility, tearing up when the liquor cleansed and had bitten through, it was as real as the space between him and you, shrinking with the beat of a pulse.ย but the wound was patched, the red covered by white cloth and your eyes could not warrant to avert any longer. and yet they hid away, and yet they snuck into a corner he could only aspire to bypass ย ( your shame and mine are the same stains of varying origin.ย bleached flecks scattered upon our limbs, they prove our crimes, they hollow us out.ย we both wear white to hide the fact we are bloodstained.ย the difference between you and i is the tragic fact that i fall from my pedestal and betray my audience. ย )
so here he leaned moon-wards, tidal-locked, terrible once again, the blessing in mortal skin, the mistake of your naive heart and a sin within reach. stubbornly, stubbornly, he searched for the same argent gaze he would ever unmistakably recognize, like a mockery and a poem repeated to an audience of one single girl who could never be defiled, frosty purity blanketing the soil, snow daisies all wilted and flaked from her hair, deserving more love than he could possibly, humanly give. it ached him so, that he could not give you enough. โ let us have a taste test then. try at least once what life has to offer. โ ย the challenge would standย /ย the invitation, performed with an arm, angled for your taking. โ shall we, my fair lady ?ย โ // @saivas
