#Sweet Delta

[chewytoothmeats]

I drew my PC from Dread Delusion. His name is Sweet Delta! He used to study at a much more strict, Inquisition affiliated academy because it was the closest route to getting the knowledge he wanted to build a better life, but his servitor research was a little too close to God creation for comfort, and upon discovery, he tried to teleport with no formal instruction in the art and no lodestone for a target - wiping a sizable portion of his academy off the map. (I wanted to work the vortex thing in the scholar backstory into his bg!)

Now he's spending his newfound freedom looking to find and study at Erudite Academy, where hopefully they'll be more interested in what he has to say!

[sandeewithtwoe]

I saw the comic where Delta meets Cross again & after reading it, all I can imagine is Delta hugging Cross as if everything is fine, but he is hugging him so tight(that Cross can't breathe+he probably got a broken bone from Deltas hug) and it is obvious that there is tension.

Ah yes, Friendly tension obviously!

The anon was talking about this comic btw

Delta belongs to Animated Zorox

Epic belong to yugogeer012

Cross belongs to Jakei95

Transcript:

Cross: Hey, dude… I don’t think your friend Delta likes me very much…

Epic: Really? What makes you say that?

Cross: Well…

(Delta: Good to see you!)

(Cross’ back: crack!)

(Delta: You’re so FUNNY!)

(Delta: Hey CATCH!)

Epic: Whaaaaaaaat?? Bruh, that’s just his way of showing affection!

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Marks

(Masterlist)

girl help i can't stop making bonus content

this is set right around Part XIII, in regard to the “I should probably give you more visible marks.” comment.

(Content: living weapon whumpee, obedient whumpee, somewhat reluctant whumper, dehumanization, power imbalances, physical abuse, minor blood, brief drug mention, death mention)

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He got approximately ten million fucking emails calling him an arsonist, or telling him that the experiment is an accident waiting to happen, or asking why he was letting the A-bomb walk around off-leash, why he was letting the bomb walk at all. Accusations he wouldn’t dare repeat. It was all so stupid. Delta was good. Paris never worried about him fragging. But the appearance of insubordination was damning all on its own. It was not a good situation.

Unfortunately, the messages kept coming. From staff he actually respected, too. People he needed. He didn’t even know how word reached them that quickly. He sometimes forgot just how scared they were of Delta. It had never been a popular project. That night, he received many requests for him to be killed outright. Not fucking happening.

Fucking Nezu telling him what to do with his fucking psychic. He was more mad about that than he ever could have been at Delta. That was why he’d gone easy on him. It gave him serious pause whenever his wants overlapped with Nezu’s — sometimes enough to evaporate them completely. He really wasn’t in the mood.

Something had to be done though, by the time the next meeting rolled around. They had to know that Delta had been punished for it, that Paris didn’t just let him get away with everything.

Delta didn’t fight him on it — not that he’d expected him too. He kneeled in front of the desk like he’d been asked. Paris leaned back against it, hitting the pen a few more times than he needed to. 

Delta looked bad. That day had been the only time Paris had ever seen him cry — even weeks later, he hadn’t seemed to recover from it. His eyes were still so pleading, in a way they’d never been before. It was unsettling.

Paris readjusted the only ring he wore on his right hand. It was sapphire — and it was clean. There wasn’t any reason to drag it out. He tilted Delta’s face up a little, tucking the slick hair back behind the webbed fin of his ear. 

“Hold still.” He didn’t want to hit his eye by accident. The jewel was sharp.

He backhanded him hard across the face. Harder than he would have normally. It needed to bruise.

Delta’s head was forced sharply to one side. His hair fell back in his face, totally obscuring it when he looked down at the floor. He didn’t outwardly react, but his next breaths came out shallow and shaky. Yeah, that hurt. 

Paris cupped his face again, moving it back up to examine the injury. It’d landed where he wanted it to — a thin cut right along his cheekbone. He could see the spot where the bruise would form over the next couple hours. Delta winced. Paris gently smoothed over the flushed skin with his thumb. 

“I’m sorry.” Delta’s voice was quiet. It was all he would say recently. 

“I know.”

It was hard to be mad at him when he was so clearly repentant. When he was being this good about it. Paris released him. He’d planned on hitting him across the other side of his face as well, in the interest of covering all his angles. It didn’t feel worth it anymore.

“Hand.”

Delta placed his hand gingerly into Paris’s own. Paris tightened his grip around it, supporting the palm beneath so that it’d absorb the full force of it. Knuckles facing up. Paris reached back for the ruler left out on the desk.

It cracked down hard against his knuckles, fast enough that he didn’t really have time to flinch. His injured hand reflexively tightened around Paris’s in the aftermath; it was the only real physical reaction he’d had. His claws dug painfully into Paris’s hand, not yet breaking the skin.

Paris released his grip on the hand. Delta’s hand relaxed and the claws withdrew, but he didn’t pull it back like he’d expected. He just left it resting there in his grasp.

“Other one.” 

He offered it without resistance. Same routine. Paris brought the ruler back down over his other hand, watching as the first signs of bruising appeared upon them. He placed the ruler back down and released his grip on Delta’s hand. 

“Done.”

There wasn’t much else to do, really. Delta was always dressed in long sleeves and ceremonial garb. For the most part, only his face and hands were exposed on vanguard days. It was enough, though. His expression alone was enough. If he just stayed like that, he’d be fine.

Delta folded both of his hands back into his lap, bright purple and blue against the pale white of clothes. His hair fell messily in his face, but parts of his eyes were still visible. He was still looking at Paris in that desperate, shell-shocked way.

“…Easy. You’re fine.” Paris didn’t know what to say to make him normal again. “The sting will be gone in a few minutes.”

For the hands, anyway, though the numbness would remain. The mark on his face would hurt a lot longer. 

Delta nodded slowly. A small amount of blood appeared by the cut. 

Paris gestured for him to lean forward again. Delta did so, cringing a little. Paris pressed a tissue against his cheek to stop the bleeding. He sighed as it bled straight through.

“…You want a bandaid?” He offered. The bruise would still be visible beneath it. 

“Yeah.” His voice was barely audible. He took the tissue from Paris, keeping the pressure there. 

Paris disappeared for a moment, loudly knocking shit over in the overfilled medicine cabinet. He came back with the split bandage. Delta held still as he applied it over the cut, smoothing it out against his cheek. It was pale white, the same color as his clothes, standing out sharply against the dark blue of his skin.

“…Thank you,” Delta said quietly. Sweetly. It fucking killed him sometimes.

Paris felt something strange in the pit of his stomach. He ignored it. He made a small, noncommittal noise as he discarded the paper into the trash. 

Delta touched the side of his face gently with the newly discolored fingers. Bruises on bruises. He put his hand abruptly back into his lap when Paris looked at him, as if he’d gotten caught. 

“We’re done.” Paris waved him off, sliding the ruler back into the drawer. The pen was starting to kick in. He was getting lightheaded. 

Delta rose slowly, giving something like a curtsy before he left. Or maybe his legs were just unsteady. Paris didn’t really care. 

The door closed quietly. Paris slid the lock shut. He pressed his forehead against the wood grain. Definitely lightheaded.

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tags:

@catnykit @snakebites-and-ink @vivulapom @scoundrelwithboba @whatwhump

@pumpkin-spice-whump @deluxewhump @fuckass1000 @fuckcapitalismasshole @defire

@micechomper @writereleaserepeat @aloafofbreadwithanxiety

[lesbiancalkestis]

Obsessed with how the reason they’re all losing it (and Roxann is doubled over) is because Bob Picardo said something hilarious (and potentially dirty?) right before they took the picture. He looks so pleased with himself. It’s so funny.

[inbarfink]

[nilla-bear]

POV: You're the mailman delivering the package I ordered and I've been standing on my porch waiting for you since I saw it was out for delivery at 6am.

[rubeau-art]

Continuing with Atlas Rising crew that I don’t draw enough- I present a Tully!

Baby boy of Delta, he’s quite new to the outpost when the story opens, and finds a lot of things quite confronting. But he becomes a grounding force for quite a few people later on.

[lesbovalentine]

god i love akane kurashiki. i love a woman who does terrible things for her goals. girls who recreate the very thing that killed them, forcing other survivors of the same event AND new participants to contribute to save a girl who died 9 years ago… the way she attributes everything to a “higher power” but by her own definition has taken a bit of godhood for herself and who has no clue how to live for herself and not some grander purpose in 5d chess like its so easy to view her motivations in the second nonary game as selfish - all this damage all this time spent planning something so terrible just to save herself. but its also all for these noble plans she’s convinced herself that, as possibly the only person who can live in past present future and all their different possibilities, she has to act out. she’s so everything

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Interlude: Land (A)

It supposedly takes a village but the Lands have become one on their own. Now the babies are grown and Beulah and Homer can't fathom retirement. Is time on their side to continue their parenthood journey?

[ballgame]

It's interesting. While Noelle as a character seems to more or less be on the same level of importance as Kris and Susie, the prophecy (in other words, the in-universe narrative) seems to explicitly put her one rung below them

[delta-romanxe0]

made a successful distraction from the spanish work I had due today which I did end up doing thank god-

the wonders of a ballpoint pen, some conveniently placed coloured pencils and gerard way everyone👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿

[chewytoothmeats]

Jury duty sucks the turds right outta my ass, here’s a little doodle of Sweet Delta I did in the waiting room.

[solsikke-multifandom]

My OC Lily,JD's adoptive daughter

This is her after meeting her uncles (and pop sisters). I still worked on she.

I don't put all the people she recognize like family,her family is big.

Jesse is an OC too,I wanna draw him later. Please give some tips to how to draw a country troll,they give issues.

(Sorry for bad english)

[valsnonsense]

(Princess) Honeysuckle Dawn

"Well, good mornin'! What can get for you? I can make cappuccinos, lattes, frappucinos, and more! We also have donuts for sale!!"

Parents: Delta Dawn and Queen Barb (Step-Mother)

Siblings: Thrash Jr. (Elder Step-Brother), Thorn (Younger Half-Brother)

Age: 26

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Genre: Country/Pop

Voice Claim: Alison Krauss

The first child of Delta Dawn and second youngest of Delta and Barb. Sweet, kind, if not a big soft-spoken and shy, Honeysuckle's approachable demeanor makes her very popular.

Honeysuckle's other biological parent is unknown. Delta Dawn had a fling with an unnamed Troll, which resulted in an egg being left on her doorstep. Realizing it was hers, and this lover was running out on them, Delta cursed their name and scooped up the egg to raise as her own, naming her Honeysuckle, after her favorite flower.

Honeysuckle owns and operates her own cafe, selling coffee and various breakfast goods. She loves the morning time and is a bit of a coffee connoisseur (fancy word for caffeine addict lol). Trolls can also sign up to perform at her cafes in the morning.

When she's not working, Honeysuckle can be seen hanging out with Miles, talking about the latest happenings and crying over their respective crushes. The two are disaster gays and find solace in each other's company.

Honeysuckle is a Country troll down to her core, with some Pop splashed in for fun. She can often be found in local parks or community centers performing, strumming her acoustic guitar and singing about love (girl is a helpless romantic).

Honeysuckle is very close with her family, especially her elder brother. The two grew up together, even before their mothers got together.

Honeysuckle currently resides in Lonesome Flats, but can often be seen in Tumbleshred visiting family.

Fun Facts!

- Honeysuckle has the biggest crush on Rosebud. Like, someone help this poor girl she's in deep. One night when Rosebud had a bad bounty encounter, she burst into Honeysuckle's cafe after hours, banged up and covered in blood. Honeysuckle patched her up, and as they talked, found hersekf falling head over hooves for her.

- Honeysuckle is a hardcore caffeine addict. If she doesn't have regular intakes of coffee, she gets massive headaches and she can get MEAN. Don't talk to her before her morning coffee or she'll bite you.

- Honeysuckle was trained by Growley Pete how to use her tail as a lasso. Outlaws come through Lonesome Flats more often then they'd like, so occasionally, Honeysuckle has to wrangle them up and toss them in jail

- Chompers is Honeysuckle's favorite cousin. She's practically an older sister to her.

And that's Honeysuckle!! Sweet girl, she's bby. Like Thrash Jr., I designed her before I started shipping Delta and Barb. I never designed her other parent jdxndhd (which is why she kinda looks like a Delta clone)

Will be posting their younger brother tomorrow~

Voice Example: Baby Mine (Alison Krauss)

[christine-ye]

Kamen Rider 555/Faiz character name meanings

I did mention in the tags of my Blade character name meanings post a while back that I'd tackle Faiz eventually so here it is (slight spoilers incoming)

🚫 Takumi Inui (乾巧)/Faiz 🚫

Inui (乾): drought, dry (could refer to Takumi's blunt personality and/or how the Orphnochs' gray/monotone color scheme makes them feel so devoid of life yet while not actually dead, something like a gray area between being dead and alive but not fully one or the other; also coincidentally sounds similar to the Japanese word for dog, which foreshadows Takumi being the Wolf Orphnoch)

Takumi (巧): adroit, skilled, ingenuity (could refer to Takumi's willingness to adapt in any situation, as is the case with wolves in the wilderness and even the Orphnochs' instinctual nature to survive rather than live in contrast to humans)

Faiz: based on the Greek letter phi (φ), his number code 555 loosely plays on both the letter's Greek pronunciation and the English 'five'

✂ Mari Sonoda (園田真理) ✂

Sonoda (園田): sono (園) - park, garden; da (田) - rice field, rice paddy

Mari (真理): ma (真) - true/truth, reality, genuineness; ri (理) - logic, arrangement, reason; both characters together mean 'truth' (could refer to Mari often being the voice of reason among the cast)

🧺 Keitaro Kikuchi (菊池啓太郎) 🧺

Kikuchi (菊池): kiku (菊) - chrysanthemum (has various meanings in the Japanese language of flowers including cheeriness, which ties into Keitaro's more cheery personality compared to both Takumi and Mari and their bond as a trio getting stronger); chi (池) - pond, pool

Keitarō (啓太郎): kei (啓) - disclose, open, say (ironically contrasts both how Keitaro initially didn't know Yuka's full name when they first met until later on and the main cast's constant miscommunication issues); ta (太) - thick; rō (郎) - common suffix in Japanese male names

🐴 Yuji Kiba (木場勇治) 🐴

Kiba (木場): ki (木) - tree, wood (represents strength, flexibility, and warmth as one of the five Chinese classical elements, could refer to Kiba's resilience despite all the tragic stuff he went through); ba (場) - location, place

Yūji (勇治): yū (勇) - courage, bravery (also could refer to Kiba's resilience); ji (治) - reign, be at peace (could refer to either Kiba becoming Smart Brain's president near the show's end or his initial goal of wanting peaceful coexistence for both humans and Orphnochs)

🕊 Yuka Osada (長田結花) 🕊

Osada (長田): osa (長) - long (as an adjective, could contrast with the Orphnochs' shortened lifespan), head, chief, leader (as a noun); da (田) - rice field, rice paddy

Yuka (結花): yu (結) - tie, bind (could refer to Yuka's bond to Keitaro despite their initial name misunderstanding or her wanting to sever her ties to her abusive family and past); ka (花) - flower

🐍 Naoya Kaido (海堂直也) 🐍

Kaidō (海堂) kai (海) - sea, ocean (could refer to snakes resembling/being analogous to dragons in most Asian mythologies but that's definitely a stretch on my part lmao); dō (堂) - hall, temple

Naoya (直也): nao (直) - straightforward (ironically contrasts how Kaido initially not being upfront/directly admitting that he doesn't want to hurt humanity like both Kiba and Yuka already did); ya (也) - to be (classical form), also a common suffix in Japanese male names

❌ Masato Kusaka (草加雅人)/Kaixa ❌

Kusaka (草加): kusa (草) - grass, rough/roughness, fake, not genuine (could refer to Kusaka's rough interior as part of his true personality or him hiding it from the rest of the cast); ka (加) - add, addition, beneath; both characters together could mean "a roughness beneath" (could refer to Kusaka's true personality that he hides from the rest of the cast)

Masato (雅人): masa (雅) - gracious, elegant, refined (could refer to Kusaka's "nice" facade he puts on when interacting with the rest of the cast while hiding his true devious personality); to (人) - person

Kaixa: based on the Greek letter chi (χ), his number code 913 loosely plays on both the Japanese reading of his name (kaiza) and the numbers used (ka -> 9, i -> 1, xa/za -> 3); coincidentally sounds similar to the German kaiser meaning 'emperor'

[teakoodrawz]

pleading on your best friend