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some tough calls here but I'm happy with the results

tumblr post edit with a surprised ingrid and dimilix. the post reads: "recently discovered that women can explore each others bodies. wild. i assumed that was limited to kings and their jesters" and is accompanied with portraits of timeskip dimitri, smiling and blushing, and timeskip felix, frowning.

whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same #wutheringheights

the color of my lover's eyes #iwtv

black and white illustration of timeskip Dimitri looking down while laying down on wood. he has no eyepatch but has two sets of stitches going down his pecs meeting in the middle down his abdomen

(cw: stitches 🪡)
mattress of wire

Speaking of sentences that do not extend into sustained arcs of reasoning…😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

An illustration depicting two characters from twin peaks: Dale Cooper and Laura Palmer, against a geometric black & red background

11:30 AM, February 24th. Entering the town of Twin Peaks.

프랄다리우스~~~

Ahhh Felix’s expression is so perfect and I am in love with how beautiful you made his hair 😍 plus the sheer big wet dog energy of this Dimitri 💙💙

post timeskip felix with his hand possessively against the cheek of dimitri, who is leaning into him.

slides one in before midnight yet again... for birthday boy felix hugo fraldarius #dimilix #2026dimilixweek

#2026DimilixWeek
お誕生日おめでとう🎉

I like the Slavic for Dimitri but specifically the Greek influenced names hit the vibe I like. Pretty referential and a little cheesy, but I think it would be funny to call him Rodion. Also I think Adrian has a good sound for him.

Anthony was one of my top picks for Felix haha

Anyways I feel like Felix needs those Roman vibes in his name very badly and Dimitri needs multiple syllables, ideally 3 (but alexander is too on the nose and too normie)

There are many hilarious examples of authors who stayed too close to their source material (“Adam” instead of fucking Kylo Ren always cracks me up) but also some go too different and it’s an off vibe (“Nicholas” instead of “Castiel,” which is, to be fair, a particular tough name to handle haha)

One of the mental games I sometimes play with myself is if I was converting all my fics into dubiously original self-published novels, what would I change the names to in order to maintain the same general vibe but de-fandom them?

if you want a fic rec, this is one that I remember doing an incredible job exploring a bad ending AM! archiveofourown.org/works/28731390

Felix used to consider irony a mark of idleness: no one who had anything better to do would sit around constructing a story about themself, retelling it for no audience. Now there isn't enough work in the day for him to steer clear of dramatization. The hill that Fhirdiad castle sits upon was shorn in half by an earthquake nearly half a century ago and took most of the castle down with it. Claude's rule was new then, and resources were too scarce to bother saving a palace that would never again house a living king. Felix arrived shortly thereafter, pushing against the exodus of the surviving residents of the castle town. His first weeks in the remains of Castle Fhirdiad were spent digging out the royal crypt. No way to tell what was left intact. The memory of it is sharp still. The work tore all the fingernails from both his hands. He slept with dust in his mouth and beneath his eyelids for the better part of a moon. When at last he uncovered the engraved marble slab marking Dimitri's grave, he lost all feeling in his legs for a time. When he could stand again his torch had gone out. He'd have been lost, in the Fhirdiad of his childhood; as it was, he made it back out into the waning sunlight only because the path he'd dug was too narrow to stray.

pig peeking out of a hole emoji, plus alt text continued: Now all the pathways are clear and Felix's back is bent with toil. In his younger days he'd have to fend off grave robbers now and again, and it punctuated things nicely. No one's come in years. He expects this is because no one really speaks of the Blaiddyds anymore. What is to him a memory is to other people history: easy to tune out, and with little bearing on their lives. He isn't sure stories are worth much more, but they are the last thing he has to his name. In one unwritten volume is everything he's forgotten ever saying to Dimitri, but knows he must have said—the babble and arguments of children, of mindless hours spent alongside one another—and the second, slimmer volume, worn with recitation, is what he recalls of their time together. Become a gravekeeper, he'd told Dimitri once. He laughs, touching his hand to the memory like a stone in his pocket, and the walls of the crypt hand his voice back to him doubled: the way he felt he was once, back when his heart walked around outside him, and to serve him was to serve them both—to fail them, he has since found, is the same.

little thing for day 2 of #2026dimilixweek - absence makes the heart grow [_____]. second image is for the spillover alt text and is only related if you want it to be

This is so beautiful and hurtful and I love the happy ending that isn’t quite working out, the one where you try everything but it still fails 💔

#2026dimilixweek: a king’s duty

POSTBELLUM
gansai graphite charcoal on paper

imagining a post-AM bad end. dimitri being completely hollowed out by his duty. felix getting better by caring for him. felix getting worse by falling into this position. they became poor co-dependent mimeos of themselves

#2026dimilixweek here finally. my first entry for blood & tears / wet & messy

DARK SPIKES T
graphite, ink, gansai, and charcoal on multimedia paper

finally got to castiel in my spn rewatch and I'm just so 💖💖💖

this is me right now haha I keep watching stuff and enjoying it but nothing activates the freak urge yet

Sometimes #dimilix brain still goes brr
(I've drawn more tonight than I have in the last 7 months)

I know such periods of quiet in the rhythm of life are natural but I miss the rush of manic infatuation.

Miss writing fanfic. Need some lil freaks to be obsessed with in my brain again…

Designed to look like a textured napkin with scalloped edges, but styled as the back of a CD album. Dimitri and Felix in their academy uniforms are sprawled on the ground leaning against each other, both with hair mussed as they take a rest. Felix has his eyes closed and arms crossed, with a frown and downturned mouth; Dimitri is looking over at Felix, eyes fond. The top left corner has a barcode along with a block of tiny print of a selection of quotes for visual flavour. The text reads: "Dimilix Week Bingo Feb 14-21, 2026".

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#Dimilix Week Bingo: None Of This Is A Metaphor is coming soon! Bring your fic, art, essays, fancams, playlists, drabbles, edits, rec list of your fave fics—

—but most importantly, your love of Dimilix!

Find bingo prompts and stamps for a cool and excellent time ⬇️

honestly a bit dmlx-coded that they meet as kids when Soren has undergone the most harrowing possible childhood and Ike is about to get hard-launched into megatrauma but they both get this miraculous happy respite for a moment with each other

It’s both so incredibly tender and beautiful but also shades of impending tragedy and toxic codependency… my catnip basically…

It’s so fun and a little tragic that his mother realizes but just… lets him go. Again. Also just wild to let that very significant lore development be in a super offhand scene that could easily be skipped by the player haha