#Delilah dastardly

[silverus-kvassus]

Yes, Delilah, nothing will change.…

[bombermanbrosintergalactic]

Blue Bomber

BACKGROUND: Blue Bomber was built to be Ein's assistant in the lab, but quickly found herself more needed on the field when White and Black were kidnapped by the Five Dastardly Bombers. Since then, much to her chagrin, she's been something of a combination engineer and field medic for the Bomberman Bros, keeping everyone and their gear in ship shape condition.

PERSONALITY: Blue is a very lethargic person, and has a tendency to fall asleep when she works in the lab. Not that she doesn't enjoy her work, not at all. No, Blue loves science and engineering. She has a great passion for her work that allows her to push through her fears of confrontation and combat to join her siblings on the field, providing necessary support through technological prowess and ability.

HEIGHT: 4'0 / 122cm

LIKE: Machine

DISLIKE: Bad dream

VC: Jessica DiCicco (Bedman?/Delilah)

[dnickels]

There's a c-plot in the first episode of the new adaption where [spoilers?] a potential suspect bangs the sleazy sergeant and then gives this speech like "ha ha! I've malicious tricked you into having sex with me to CONTROL you! I've used my feminine wiles to dastardly ends! I'm circe jezebel delilah pilled!" and its very seventies, in a way that-- I can't tell if its supposed to make me uncomfortable, and that was the point of the exercise, or if I'm being precious about it, or what, but its such a throwback that I wondered if it was in the original novel and the writers just kept it in. Judging by some of the other adaptions and 'Cover Her Face', it may just be a running theme in James' work. "I'm sexy because I'm cruel...I'm cruel because I'm sexy". Shades of Mean Girls circa 1962

Anyways woke or not I'm not immune to it. Margaret Clunie I will provide for you, I will build you a house and a couch to recline upon

[the-scooby-gang]

What Velma said:

What my Mom heard:

...

This is way funnier scenario mom you are a genius

[ben-the-hyena]

OK NOW WE KNOW FROM WHOM MUTTLEY 3 TOOK HIS CHAD NATURE

This adds up to the list now omg ; these 3 Hawaiian girls, possibly that one big boobed pink haired waifu named Kana, 2 geishas and of course Muttley 3's mom. THE CHAD IS GENETIC

[wackology]

dick the second has big eggman energy

[wackology]

An exchange Delilah and Dick 2 would have over baby dick the third.

i’m sorry i still think this is one of the funniest lines written for anything ever

[ao3feed-deckerstar]

Rational Creatures

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cv13lhM

by Allicat9

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. 

A truth less acknowledged, but no less known, is that, in the meantime, such a man will settle for a whore.

Chloe Espinoza works as a lady of the night. When she is hired to entertain at one of the mysterious Lord Morningstar's infamous parties, her life is changed forever. Now, Chloe finds herself thrown into the complicated world of the aristocracy - struggling to hold her own in the face of traitorous nobles, dastardly murder plots, and a romance like she's never known; where and no one, not even Lord Morningstar, is quite what they first appear.

 Inspired by NotOneLine's challenge to write a 'reverse Bridgerton', which I took incredibly seriously.

Words: 5723, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Lucifer (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Chloe Decker, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Candy Morningstar, Marcus Pierce, Delilah (Lucifer TV), Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), Dan Espinoza, Trixie Espinoza, Michael (Lucifer TV), Amenadiel (Lucifer TV), Ella Lopez, Linda Martin (Lucifer TV), Mother of Angels | Charlotte Richards, God (Lucifer TV), Penelope Decker

Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Regency, References to Jane Austen, Bad Parent God (Lucifer TV), Reverse Bridgeton, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Sex Work, Dubious Consent, BAMF Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Mystery, Case Fic, Smut, Hurt Chloe Decker, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV) is Bad at Feelings, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cv13lhM

[captainkurosolaire]

Re: Vital

A bristling light cast of the purest form luminescence broke throughout the psyche after the dealing with the Tormentor had been resolved. Calling the Captain by name repeatedly to attain attention. His fist still sizzled from how much he had left his ‘Undeserving’ side as curb roadkill and disfigured the disgusting three-piece suit bastard that represented everything he opposed against; in himself. The scoundrels pocketed in his overcoat as he strolled inward. An eye refracting off that which was positively enchantingly… “Well, I b’ a Red-District Whore... “ Revelations came matching thumping in rhythmic audibility. A finding and discovery of oneself would be uncovered here. However, It’d be cut-short from rejoicing in this recreational discovery. As the Trip -- was about to end! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Now if anyone ever suggested you take psychedelics or anything that may influence your reasoning, never, ever. Do it alone or least be responsible. Unfortunately. The Captain on the other hand didn’t realize this being, his virginity speaking for drugs or ‘product goods’ he merely smugged, so while his visage almost had a fished-shroomed out expression and he was zonked. Many events had unfolded in reality! He had gotten himself hitched with a small rowboat named Delilah! The lipstick had seemingly been smeared throughout over, possibly from a making out. Roped and collared her and he found himself in the midst of the Shrouds lent against a tree. “...Ugh…” He’d say while constantly hearing the nagging or was that just common-tongue? He couldn’t be clear, his vision blurred. Boots slowly began focusing on viewed vision. “Get up.” “Get up.” Constantly a stern voice with authoritarian pitch rattled out of a caged chamber. The Captain in haze snarked back, ‘Five more minutes.” Attempting to rehash himself into a doze before a hot-fist would be felt against his cheek making him face-plant into soils. It finally made him react back with a propping, “Alrighte what’s th’--” He’d be in the presence of his recent advisory in The First or better known Captain Parabellum formerly recognized as yet a switch-knife being juggling between his fingertip’s imposingly.

“You know why I’ve come. It’s time for an end. Don’t you agree?” Tension began to stir while he was implored to begin his ascension up the bark as his bare-back shredding against. “Like mate, can’t you buy me dinner before you kill me? But if that’s what you want.” He’d say nonchalantly before his face settled from relaxed to his own intensity fired-up. Reaching for his scimitars but recognizing they were no longer in his possession… Wait, did he even get dressed before this whole shenanigans? His mind-circulating trying to place catch-up within that headspace. The Midlander intimidatingly now points his knife towards the direction. Was this to be just another mindless battle? How many of these did this pirate have to get himself into? He couldn’t have foreseen what came after his discovery, was that the discovery itself was beginning to unravel itself for the Captain. Almost like responsible aetherial energies that had come into Captain’s existence would begin shaping and molding themselves into materialization's. This was but the journey the chapter dubbed one. The tension felt as Captain loosened and accepted his fate. Well, he was bested. If he was worthy enough to be somehow tracked and scoured through all this stuff he couldn’t even remember or repeat. He wouldn’t oppose it. The former First loosely drew an ilm closer threatening and imposing as he paced. Before discarding more knives and tossing them towards the sides of the tree’s trunk diagonally in corners of the Seeker’s hue. He didn’t flinch there was resolve or sheer admittance towards a no-win situation. But a duel seemed to have been given in equalization. Given room to move. He noticed around them this meadow had become a battlefield or a one-sided one. As poachers remained arse high and stacked all unconscious all the Captain’s belongings scattered throughout the flowery meadows. What was the meaning of that? His thought surfaced internally. Interruption in harsh gravel voice, “Captain Kuro Solaire… You’re a dead man. At-least so is rumored. It doesn’t answer how you stand before me though... I understand why you tracked me down but to leave yourself exposed this vulnerable. It’s foolish. To spare me when you’ve reclaimed your vengeance? Your thoughts are unsettling.” For piracy, the Midlander spoke clean and fluent Eorzean despite being a sailor himself. A sign of diplomacy and strategic it was no-wonder this man became the Captain’s First. Tension surfaced throughout the atmosphere. It caused imaginative humidity in the Shrouds. As if they were scorching. This was the result of separated and broken strings that once connected. Unspoken messages of impossible love for their era. Hatred festered but yet… Love was it’s counter shadow. Weight of arrayed emotions that are felt is dictating how deeply in depth’s someone is carried to your heart. “I see my beating didn’t jog your memory, perhaps, I failed. Or maybe you need to search th’ truth.” Parabellum’s hand quivered afraid. “Aye. You spoke with want.” He glossed softly. “Want?” Captain questioned, “Try need.” The scoundrel gave a dispatch to his equipped arms into fearlessness a startle broke through. As an embrace clutched and wrapped tightly around the Midlanders. A hug that broke and transcended and sealed a past wound.

Acceptance quaked the foundations. This was no longer a pirate who steered blindly or without unspoken. In losing and attaining the strength and beauty of a world clutched in those dastardly palms. He had seen unlike ever before. To act under frightening convictions. …. Silence broke out. The Switchblade was still held by the handle as they came to the bareback of the Captain. Would the Betrayer or the snake take a bite of Lion’s head remaining in breathless revelations, The Seeker muffled everything and grinned goldenly as was taught as his chin cupped over the broad shoulder. The hurt, pain, screeching of the Midlander traveled throughout impulsive streams to end what harmed. Nothing hurt this man more than betraying someone who was held, dear. Who he defended for his dreams when the Captain couldn’t do it for himself. He could end the Seeker right here. But it’d go unheard. And why he tread would remain. This… Captain proved even in losing the parley to being cast out, exiled, to being scarred, he could stand against the test of time. He was a difference. One that if pride’s skin was shed. This may be the beginning path. On the owner of this heathen Midlander was a man of many reasons and weights but when he donned the mantle and became his own Captain he was only scavenging to stay afloat. Even unfortunately slowly resulting in a decline by becoming just another atypical slave trader. But who embraced him here, was the opposite. Even unfortunate was replaced for making his wealth. He was unrelenting and daunting, free, vast. Did he rumble, did he swallow to despair? Of course. Plunges were necessary to uncover troves. This was no longer a dreaming young man anymore. Whoever touched the Captain in their parting had forged this man into stone. That didn’t break to the Void. That didn’t flinch to the unparalleled Depths of Empires. That survived curses and being of Living Death. What was the Crimson vessel merely by the Founding Captain he transformed into a Phoenix that was remarked and recognized until it’s last rising death, however, in the ashes… Came this of holding. His grip was lost as his own weapons disengaged from his person. As he retorted in the brace. “Never again.” Was only uttered suspiciously. “If we do this again, you can’t be the person who loses. I won’t let you. I’d rather stab you in the front myself than see you give another monster, that victory. You can’t go on and act as the main character to a story, you can’t do this without your crew. If we embark… You have to become reliable.” Autumn fell between them.“...Aye. Never again. Shall I ever stray from course, and if I do, I’ll supply you the knife to do me, n’.” Here in this unmarked location. The Golden Crosses reunited. To be empowered to prevail, to truly understand harsh compassion. To overcome true tyrants, from juggernauts that were unbeatable that pirates were more warmongers, pirate’s that shaped existences, to one’s that crossed every murk seas, sand, sky, space, time. This joining had to take place. A bond that together could puncture the past of regrets, slip-ups. This was daylight. “...From now on I return to my following with my new lease and name. Judas Caesar.” As their brace ended, “Sounds edgy and ominous, mate. But It’s got a ring. I take it yer whole Betrayer Mates won’t be any form ov’ happy, eh?” A firm nod stiffened from the Lander, “Aye. They’ll not take kindly to the disappearance and me erasing myself. It’s but another enemy against us if ever found out. Which I believe leads us to think we should return to the cabin and prepare accordingly what sort of dangers and threats are out there. Which conflicts we can quell, avoid, or outright exterminated.” The Seeker smirked as the situation resolved, “Hmm, I concur. Don’t remove yer authoritative leading cap’ just yet…” As plans on a cog steered as the Miqo’te revealed somewhat an inkling he gambled and put everything at stake to this arising. Still playing with the wenches of close-calls. A more serious question caught the attention of Judas, “Uhm, You should change first though, Cap’n. As well, those bands of poachers nearly held all your belongings. I’d refrain from ever going on some sort of loose trip or whatever you were under as well, least if you do it, ensure someone is watching you. I take it you had yer reasoning's behind actually getting into ‘shipments’, I strongly know you’ve disagreed beforehand to those dire motions.” “Aye. I found everything possible I could ever need t’ uncover and resolve. Let’s chew th’ rag elsewhere.” Feeling completely fine and unnervingly comfortable in the get-up that was donned over him ever striking a pose. For these confrontations in briefness taught him, never again, never again... Would he ever have to halt from expression. This was it, the signed  /glimmer/  that could change the tides direction, despite, the grim current and challenges it foretold!

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[septemberskye]

A character: Kirin Jindosh!

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: horrible little man. goblin. he’s great. I wish there were more villains like him

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: no one?? Jindosh/more than 4 hours of sleep?? 

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: I like to imagine that he only joined up with Delilah and co. because he wanted more money, and that he probably had way too much fun making the duke mad. so, Jindosh and Duke Abele for the Drama and popcorn value

My unpopular opinion about this character: he was a more interesting villain than Delilah. he was dastardly 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: see, I wanted to pack him up and carry him off to the Dreadful Wale for questioning, but nOOoooooo 

Favorite friendship for this character: I don’t think he does friends 

My crossover ship: I don’t have one. I just don’t think he would want one

[ben-the-hyena]

AAAAAAAAAAAA THE BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO MAT OMGGGG YOU OUTDID YOURSELF YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO HE LOOKS SO AMAZING ! SO HANDSOME SO ANGRY SO HOT SO WELL DONE HOLY SHIT WE ALL ARE NOTHING BUT SIMPS !! THE SHADING TOO EVEN THE SHADING AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

First of the art trades done! 

A handsome Dick Dastardly from the Scoob! movie for the ever so amazing @ben-the-hyena ❤️

Took me 6 tries to get his face right but damn it, I made sure to make him look good for you! Its worth it! ❤️

What he’s scowling at, I have no clue but I just wanted to make him look angry for whatever reason there is (he’s so expressive ewe) 

Hope you like this, hun!  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

[silverus-kvassus]

husband

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

The Killer Collective by Barry Eisler

John Raine #10

Livia Lone #3

Ben Treven #4

Powerful people conceal crimes, murder innocents and do dastardly deeds that sometimes seem unbelievable but sadly are based in fact. This fast-paced action-packed story kept my attention from beginning to end. The characters were well developed and likable, the story is dark and gritty and difficult but well worth having a spotlight focused on. Human trafficking is not right. Torture is not right. Hurtcore is not right. In this book a motley crew of people come together for a variety of reasons and in so doing solve a mystery, help bring down a group filming the abuse of children and come to grips with some of their own personal issues. A number of bad guys are killed and at one point I thought it seemed almost more like a computer game with so many being killed off and yet...it also seemed highly likely that this set of characters would act and react as they did.

This is the first book I have read by this author and though it also has a variety of characters with series of their own I had no trouble following the story, relating to the characters, realizing what their motivations were or rooting for them as they did what they did to get the job done. I can say that I am eager to read more by this author and though one of the series may be finished with this book there are more characters with series that can still be written – and I do hope they will be.

What I liked:

* Livia’s strength and dedication to protecting those that cannot protect themselves

* Dox’s appreciation of Livia’s strengths and limitations

* Raine’s meticulous mind and eventual admission of love for someone he walked away from

* Delilah – for more than one reaosn

* Supporting characters on the op and those that provided intel and equipment

* The believability of the story and how it unfolded

* The flaws within the characters

* That I felt I would like to know and befriend some of the people in the story

* The way the story unfolded

* And more

What I did not like:

* Knowing that Child’s Play really existed and probably still does in one form or another

* That people can be so very evil

* That sometimes there is no answer no matter how much we might look for one.

Thank you to NetGalley and Thomas Mercer for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40492305-the-killer-collective

BLURB

A fast-paced, page-turning novel of betrayal, vengeance, and depraved secrets in high places from the New York Times bestselling author of the John Rain and Livia Lone series. When a joint FBI–Seattle Police investigation of an international child pornography ring gets too close to certain powerful people, sex-crimes detective Livia Lone becomes the target of a hit that barely goes awry—a hit that had been offered to John Rain, a retired specialist in killings appearing to be from “natural causes.” Suspecting that the FBI themselves were behind the attack, Livia reaches out to former marine sniper Dox. Together, they assemble an ad hoc team to identify and neutralize the threat: Rain; Rain’s estranged lover, Mossad agent and honey-trap specialist Delilah; black op soldiers Ben Treven and Daniel Larison; and their former commander, SpecOps legend Colonel Scott “Hort” Horton. Moving from Japan to Seattle to DC to Paris, the group fights a series of interlocking conspiracies, each edging closer and closer to the highest levels of the US government. With uncertain loyalties, conflicting agendas, and smoldering romantic entanglements, this group is hardly a team. But in a match as uneven as this one, a collective of killers might be just what they need.

[sisterscientia]

"Come outside, I have something to show you." The summer months ahead of them meant it was well time they started working on their backyard which, previously had mostly been a place for the dog to get his energy out when they hadn't had time to take him on a walk. The days grew longer and with any sliver of free time away from duty and family, he'd busied himself with his own little pet project. Creating a version of Charlotte's mother's garden but, on a much, much smaller scale. Now that he'd put in seating and a small, canine safe fire pit–- it was ready to be appreciated. "So, whaddya think? Told you i'm not just a pretty face."

Somewhat Prompted Ask - [ ALWAYS ACCEPTING ] ;; ♥ @strictomiles

When she's gently coaxed from the couch and towards the back door, she can't help but be somewhat SKEPTICAL that this is another one of the Amicitia Patented Pranks. That she would be pressed to the sliding door glass, only to be victim to a front row seat view of a family of dastardly raccoons FEEDING away at whatever scraps they could find.

She TRUSTS Gladio not to kid around with her this fine afternoon, but prepares to retaliate, just in case.

" What have you been getting into back here ? " She questions, as she follows him outside to the expansive area. Since the twins had been born, she'd had little reason to come out here, fearful the air and elements may prove to be too much for their developing immune systems. Now, however, with Delilah and Eve having grown, and both parents having settled into a steady, more comfortable routine of parenthood, mayhap that could finally change.

The first thing she notices is that everything has been cleaned up. Regis' scattered toys, picked up and placed elsewhere. The grass, cut, and anything else that looked disorderly now had a place. Then came the realization that there were FLOWERS planted there . . . flowers she was certain she hadn't put there herself. Flowers that looked . . . distinctly like her mother's favorites.

" Are those . . . gardenias ? And . . . amaryllis. . . " Spoken more-so to herself as she took that step forward, crouching amongst the community of flora and running a few fingers, gently, over one of the petals. Easily, she could have settled into one of the chairs he'd put out for this very purpose, but instead, she seems more than content getting comfortable on the ground, legs bent and tucked against her chest as she struggled to fight the onslaught of tears.

" It's . . . lovely, baby . . . "

The waver in her voice is telling enough that this meant the absolute world to her. Truly, everything Gladio did somehow made her fall for him more and more ( if such was even possible, at this point ), but then, he did things like this, and she starts wondering how she got so lucky . . .

" . . . a piece of home away from home . . . " She sniffs, and turns to look up at him with a slanted grin. " . . . thank you, Gladdy. "

[ben-the-hyena]

I fucked up his hands lmao So I HC unlike a lot of people here Dick the 2nd DOES love his children but was too career oriented, stupid and self centered to realize his absence was hurting them especially Dick the 3rd and will secretly regret it once old and trying to reconnect too late. So drew the latter when he was a kid having fallen asleep trying to wait for his dad to come home tonight, but he arrives too late so he just fell asleep before. He would never know he was the one who brought him to bed

[wackology]

Ok guys Dick the 2nd left Delilah for Roxie, sorry i don't make the rules the evil demon living in my head says in canon so now y'all have to accept it.

Tell me this wouldn't be them