dunkdaeron au where daeron is a sandman body recipient that's completely lost in the magic of it all and accidentally got stuck in dunk dreams and now dunk is falling in love with the stranger that keeps showing in his dreams
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dunkdaeron au where daeron is a sandman body recipient that's completely lost in the magic of it all and accidentally got stuck in dunk dreams and now dunk is falling in love with the stranger that keeps showing in his dreams
I love how, on most of my SATCTL posts, I can look at the likes and see four or five Siffrin pfps. It’s beautiful, honestly.
Oh look, it’s Siffrin and Siffrin and Siffrin and Siffrin and Siffrin and Siffrin and Siffrin an—
Was anyone gonna tell me Isabeau’s name is pronounced like it has a Z, or was I just supposed to find out by seeing it written in katakana?
Fun Fact:
The first ever ISAT-related post was a clip of bad touch!
(Taps microphone a few times)
*ahem*
RGB gamer Loop.
Thank you.
(Walks away to uproarious applause)
Out of curiosity…
If you’re following my ISAT liveblogging, your stance on spoilers?
Have beaten the game, spoilers don’t matter anymore
Haven’t beaten the game, just don’t care about spoilers
Haven’t beaten the game, torturing myself with spoilers
Never played, but already know all the spoilers
Never played, experiencing the game vicariously through you
Vicariously (vai-care-ee-us-lee). In a way that is experienced in the imagination through the actions of another person.
No “not following the liveblogging/bald/show results” option, since this is for the people following my ISAT liveblogging.
In Stars and Time is making me question my gender. Not because of all the Change stuff, not because of Isabeau. No. It’s because Siffrin is getting worse and worse, and it’s awakening my inner Southern Momma. Poor little thing just needs a warm blanket, some home-cooked biscuits and gravy, a nice cold glass of sweet tea, and a kind voice tellin’ ‘em everything’ll be alright, sugar.