#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.

……

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.

[delta-romance0]

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👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿

[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)

[chewytoothmeats]

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

[wander-over-the-words]

do you think, maybe when he gets a bit more comfortable of the idea of pursuing a relationship with our resident giant diving suit... would mister sinclair would wax poetic to delta in his mother tongue? hes a very chatty fellow, after all, surely he would have at least a spanish pet name or two to spare?

INHALES

No.

In my personal headcanon, there’re two occasions where Sinclair ever speaks Spanish at length. One of those is when he’s pissed off. like. he could kill a man just by looking at them kind of pissed off. And that’s because he’s taking advantage of the fact that they (most likely) can’t understand what he’s saying so he can insult them as he pleases (though, his dislike of cursing beyond ‘hell’ and ‘damn’ still stands even in Spanish cause he was raised to be a gentleman, so he’s mostly just calling the person an idiot and whatnot). Even then, it’s not really to their face, he’s doing it more just under his breath.

He’ll be packing his papers into his briefcase after a meeting with Ryan that didn’t go his way like “*grumble grumble grumble in Spanish*” “Until next time, Sinclair.” “YEAH GOOD GREAT BYE ANDY *grumble grumble grumble in Spanish*”

The other occasion that would have him speaking Spanish at length is if he’s addressing his late mother and/or grandfather. like if they’re ever on his mind or if he went and visited their graves.

He’d probably speak Spanish to someone he’s working with if they’re better at that than English, and I do enjoy the thought of him teaching Eleanor Spanish at her request (and Delta would absolutely sit in on some of those lessons, and not just so Sinclair can gesture at him like “This here is…?” and Eleanor can be all “Mi padre.” “AAAAnd…?” “Tu novio.” “AAAAnd…?” “Un hombre muy grande.” “Good job, honey.” “*proud Big Daddy noises*”)

Mostly, Sinclair has left his mother tongue behind him. He won’t allow himself to get rusty in it (if one were to look on his bookshelf, one might find a couple of books in Spanish) for the sake of his culture (if he ever forgot his Spanish, his grandfather would dig himself out of his grave and clip that boy around the ear), but it’s only on rare occasions that he uses it. He hasn’t spoken Spanish as his go-to language since he was a teenager. He’s not ashamed of people knowing English isn’t his first language - maybe when he was younger, but nowadays, he doesn’t give a shit - they just ain’t gonna hear him speaking anything else unless they piss him off. 

If someone played the “oh you know Spanish?? Can you say something in Spanish??” :D card, he’d smile extra wide, look them in the eye and say “No.” because he’s okay with translating something if someone needs it, but he very adamantly doesn’t perform his mother tongue for people

Funnily enough, the only times Spanish would pop up in their relationship would be because of Delta, not Sinclair

Delta would be fuckin PUMPED to learn Sinclair is bilingual. Like obviously he knows Sinclair’s from Panama cause he mentioned it, but it didn’t occur to him that that would mean Sinclair’s native tongue isn’t English. He’d hear Sinclair go on one of his Spanish rants (not at Delta he’d never do it to Delta nrnrgn just. someone bothered him idk) and just be like :0!!! :D!!!! cause like yeah sucks that Augustus is distressed but hot damn listen to that Spanish!! Just when he thought Augustus couldn’t get cooler, he learns he’s bilingual! How fucking cool is that! Augustus is just so cool! So clever! LOOK HOW COOL HIS BOYFRIEND IS

He’d do his big ol’ AWED BIG DADDY CROONING (“Don’t be cute right now, chief, I’m havin’ a crisis.”). Probably sit there like “psst…Augustus…speak more Spanish” :3c

If anything, Delta would want to learn Spanish so he could wax poetic to Sinclair in it (after being removed from his suit of course), which Sinclair would genuinely appreciate cause like?? damn chief you learned a language just so you could tell a dude who speaks that language how much you love him?? That’s cute as fuck he’s never had someone do that before

In the meantime, Delta would attempt waxing poetic by randomly asking Sinclair what something is in Spanish (and he'd get away with some of that because Delta usually gets away with shit that would bother Sinclair otherwise. Sinclair knows he means no offense). and it’s stupidly sweet stuff like. Walks up to him and points at his own chest and then at Eleanor’s Spanish textbook to communicate “what’s ‘my heart’ in Spanish??” 

“Mi corazón, chief. Why?” 

Then Delta just. puts his hand on him like “that’s you” 

“HA! Now, that was a smooth move. But as always - right back at ya, pumpkin~”

In canon, Sinclair says a total of one (1) Spanish word if you get him to, and that’s if you don’t take Simon Wales’s key straight after killing him; after Sinclair says his “I don’t have much air left” line, wait for a bit, and eventually Sinclair will call Delta up and say “You’re a…a tough hombre, chief. Get the key off him and - and use it to get into the Pump Control Room.” 

And that right there is the extent of Spanish he uses on a day where he isn’t angry, speaking to his beloved dead relatives, teaching Eleanor or answering Delta’s Spanish questions

[delta-gambit-au]

An Addison OC and some RL updates

An Addison OC I have plans to fit in my AU, but mostly created for sporadic RP with the Addigang.

Now, for anybody interested into an update about my life, see below 👇

We're still job hunting, and saving all the kromer we get from commissions to create a cushion thick enough to alleviate our transition into November. Can't waste any nickel until we land something, hopefully before the end of October. This week has several more interviews, and the guys at Nike are ghosting us and not calling back after the last interview from the start of the week.

The ones that were supposed for Friday and Thursday were moved to this coming week by reasons beyond our comprehension. We can't stress enough how awful is that they do that with potential employees and that close of the end of month, but that's how they toy with the good faith of everybody, for we are tools, not people that deserve a little of politeness (no matter if you are a paragon of a person or not).

And that's all in a nutshell. I try my utmost to make kromer to flow into our wallet (even if I need to strangle Ibis Paint for that), but I'm not enticing enough for anybody yet. Friends and other acquaintances are at least helping a midge, but they are arts I can't post here (you can still see some of them in my gallery over HERE). Because of this, even the savings I had for the new GPU are reserved to pay the bills and debts.

Finishing some art stuff little by little, but I can't fully focus on art for Delta-Gambit yet -- too much stress and anxiety going on, and I need to feel mentally at peace to connect well with my AU and produce good concept art (I think the character that is most sad about this is Spam, as I have a lot of illustrations I want to make about him and his Addison co-workers, but they will remain as sketches until I get much needed peace of mind -- his pathos is heavy but in order to produce art with proper narrative diction, I need a ton of focus... I know, I'm a weird artist).

Still, I keep practicing art and doing my best to socialize and cheer up others when they are down or in need of some kindness. I put those as priorities nowadays because I get the feeling that at any moment I'll lose them forever whenever I enter one of my work hyperfixation cycles. I still owe stuff to some people and I haven't forgotten about that -- even if I cook late, I'll deliver. Sometimes I wish I was more than one (in a sense we are a system inside) so that one could work on the project while the other would do all the socializing and the third one would focus on RL chores and such.

Nothing else so far... My relatives will keep draining me of the little savings I have for their own stuff. They have no shame, but that's our lot in life to bear. The day I become a [[BIG-SHOT]] with my AU project, will be the day I'll be able to finally cut the strings that hold me down... Until that day comes, I'll huddle in the dumpster of my life and keep praying for the [[ANGEL]] to come rescue me so that I can work on Delta-Gambit in peace 🎻

Until the next post 👋

[thresholdbb]

My P+ subscription just renewed, which means I have been on this Star Trek high for exactly a year now

[pink-evilette]

♡ current reads ♡

[frogofshadyorigin]

omw to activate my GABAergic neurons in the ventrolateral preoptical area of my anterior hypothalamus

Can anyone tell how my studies are rotting my brain?