#dion bishop

[milkybishop]

"- but with whom can you sit in water?"

and who can hop in the bath with you to make a show of not caring about your tattoos, and how can you not find it hard to hide your disdain at the attempt.

because either this is a trap you have blindly walked into again . . . or he really does love you and could have loved you all this time. and despite all that-

you cannot turn from the path that you are on.

[libsreese]

Re-Listening to Arc 10 and I forgot how much I love Mr. Bishop Batters-Westberry for immediately imploding and breaking his cover after just seeing his ex-wife just so he could get answers

[uc-beepboop]

Finished this fanart at a breakneck pace because I love all of you.

Congrats to our winner, Bombyx Mori, fucking deserves it she’s a legend, and our runner up Count Dion, ugh I love him so much.

Here’s everyone who made it past the first round (the top 10 finishers):

I used this photo from my musings (the first one of MHA’s polls) as reference. And of course, Grace’s art for everyone + Barnaby’s art for their own character of count dion (and a little bit of their art style also helped with drawing Bombyx thank you thank you)

[beliscary]

everyone taking dion to see les mis: he will surely like javert or enjolras' parts best

marius: do I care if I should die now she goes across the sea? 🥺🥺🥺

dion: REAAAAL!!!!!! 💯🔥😭🥺

[yarn-dragon]

New fic! The Westberrys have important conversations

[silly-goofy-mood]

Good evening to diabetic gay vampire cloud folks, badass owlbear-raising cowgirls who gave up religion to have guns, depressed awkward catboy murderers, insanely powerful mermaid warlock queens with eldrich horror seacats, and just some guy with a veritable army of children

[bridgetserdocksketches]

i have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!

[incorrectunpreparedcasters]

Bishop: If I died, how much would you miss me?

Dion: It’s cute that you think death can get you out of this party.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

wip--last wish (5)

The medic grunted, shifting position as he reached for a battered leather satchel.

“I need to change the sleeping beauty’s bandages.  Or rather, the ones I can do while we’re moving.”

“Do you need m-“  Riven trailed off as Mathye waved a hand.

“Shoo.  I have it.”  He ordered, moving to kneel next to his patient.  The chocobo ‘kwehed’ softly as Riven moved away.  Mathye lifted the blanket, surveying the prone man.  Reaching out, he began to unwrap one of the arm bandages.  As the cloth fell away, he froze.  Hrist-who had been lightly dozing in the back of his mind, awoke upon feeling her dragoon’s shock and peered through his eyes.

<…What is that?!>

“What the fuck?”  Mathye whispered.  His focus had been more on keeping the stranger’s body alive, coaxing the broken bones and tired organs into beginning to heal, offering his own life energy as the fuel needed.  And yes, he’d been focused on the scales—a quick scan had judged the injuries beneath the bandages to have already been tended to by the first set of healers…

What is this?!  The skin of the stranger’s forearm—from elbow down to wrist—was the color of stone.  Yet when Mathye put a hand on the discolored skin, it was warm and supple to the touch.  No illness, the wounds-deep gashes and a first-degree burn—were healing. For all intents and purposes everything looked normal…save for the color of the skin in comparison to the rest of the arm, hand and fingers.

<This is no skin affliction we’ve seen before.> Hrist whispered.  Mathye felt a sudden weight around his neck and shoulders as his dragon moved to materialize in the physical realm, the better for her to see what he was focusing on. 

“It’s not.”  He murmured.  Gently, Mathye moved the arm back and forth, violet eyes taking in every aspect of the limb.  Years of experience and gut instinct was whispering to him something was wrong, but what exactly?  

<Are there more parts of him like this?>

“I don’t know.  I’d have to strip him completely and that’s not a good idea right now.”  Mathye answered.  Hrist trilled quietly, and then glanced at her dragoon as she felt realization spark in Mathye’s mind.

<What is it?>    She asked.  Mathye didn’t respond, instead letting his eyes roam over his patient.  He spotted a ghost-white scar on the shoulder—small, looked claw-like.  Setting the arm down, Mathye reached out, gently running a finger over the scar.

“…The flesh is quiet.”  He breathed.

<The flesh is quiet?>  Hrist repeated.  Mathye leaned back on his heels, making to roll up the sleeve of his right arm.  A large white scar took up the majority of the skin there, and he ran the index finger of his left hand over it.  Immediately his mind lit up with information—the amount of scar tissue, ghost-like echoes of when the wound was first inflicted, of when it began to heal…

“Our bodies can hold memories of wounds.  Physical or mental.”  He said.  “But when I touched that discolored skin…and that scar on him…there were no memories of how those things happened.  There should be a record…but there’s not.”  Hrist’s eyes widened in understanding, and she looked down at the blond man.

[brekfastserial]

[motherofmabari]

Spoilers for Unprepared Casters Arc 10 Episode 6

Count Dion, going for Bishop's throat: "Do you love and miss your wife?"

Bishop, with absolutely NO hesitation: "Every day."

Y'all this kills me every time I love this awkward mess of a man.

[milkybishop]

reintroducing Dion Bishop (formerly known as oscar knight)

i’ve disliked his original name and rebirth design from the beginning but finally got around to changing them! now to go through all my older pieces and change the name

rebirth dion has alot of layers and doesn’t really personalise his style because he has divorced himself so fully from who he was before heartbreak, but by retribution he’s fully fallen into thinking he could be who he was again. so he dyes his hair again and starts accenting with colours like his sidestep suit and wearing less layers.

far too trusting, far to vulnerable, far too foolish.

[libsreese]

Unprepared Casters Arc 10: Daggers Out completed!!! Honestly, right at this moment that arc might be in my top three arcs. Amelia did such an amazing job, and I also would like to give special props to Barnaby for absolutely crushing their first podcast appearance, especially when they were the only one who hadn’t been in an arc before. Now on to Off The Rails!!!

[igniting-quill]

An awkward silence hung inside the Westberry house. Each person sneaked glances, trying to see who would talk next. Their eyes met, and it felt too direct, so both looked away.

Thanks to those who voted in the Tumblr UC Valentines Shipping (lol shopping) poll! That was hosted by me on @uc-fan-polls Once again, congrats to the Westberry’s for their victory.

[hellebore-petall]

My Daggers Out UQuiz is here!

[ckcosplay]

Because of traveling it took me a little while to listen to this week's episode of UC and now I'm in my feels so here's one of my favorite Marigold videos reflecting the vibes