#deladore

[artificialqueens]

Little Home (Deladore) - Candy Cane

A/N: soooo… i know i havent exactly been around lately. im dealing with a lot  of things atm (like most people lol) but i managed to get this out for the rare pair challenge! i think its a cute ship and i really hope that u enjoy @drag-race-jedi <3 im also working on the third installment of Everything is Color, and i have planned it out so that the series is at least five works so we’ll see how that goes sdfsdgf hope yall enjoy this lil fic for today tho

Summary: Adore was always a clutz.

Adore has been trying very hard for the last hour to not get in Dela’s way, and she would probably be more successful if she just sat still in a different room, but she loves watching her girlfriend in the kitchen. And even more than that she loves helping her girlfriend in the kitchen. The singer can admit she’s an awful fucking cook on top of being a giant clutz, she just doesn’t allow either of those things stop her. Tonight is very special though, as they’re throwing a dinner party to christen the new house they’re renting out together.

It’s a small house, only one bedroom since they really don’t need a ton of space. The big appeal lies in that it’s near each of their jobs and the parts of town that they frequent the most. By no means was it an easy find, but it’s perfect for them. Adore loves that she gets to have her own home with the person she is fairly certain is the love of her life, who is currently flying about the kitchen in a frenzy trying to get everything ready.

They have one more hour until all four of the people they invited start arriving and Adore is getting worried for Dela. The older woman is clearly stressed, wearing a nervous frown as she completes each task as best as she can. While Adore knows she’s not really being helpful trailing after Dela like a dejected puppy, she’s not sure what else she could do.

“Babe…” Adore whines, big pleading eyes looking down at Dela with a very convincing pout, “I wanna help!”

Dela sighs from where she’s standing at the counter, knife in hand as she cuts the mushrooms for her vegetable medley, “And you already set the table?”

“Yeah!” Adore nods eagerly.

“And did the dishes?”

“All the ones you gave me,” Adore says earnestly.

The older purses her lips thoughtfully, “I need to do some touch ups for tonight. Do you think you can cut these and put them in the pan?”

Adore grins, realizing she’s worn down on Dela, “Yup! Go take care of yourself baby, I’ve totally got this!”

Dela smiles softly, “Alright, but be careful. Remember what happened the last time I gave you a knife?”

“I’ll be fine!” Adore insists, shooing her girlfriend back towards the bedroom, “I’ll yell if I need help.”

“Alright…” Dela relents skeptically, quickly disappearing into their bedroom to freshen up for the evening.

She loves Adore, a lot, but her girlfriend is nothing less than a walking disaster. No matter what it seems she manages to find a way to wind up with a new set of scrapes and bruises everyday, even though Dela begs Adore to be more careful. Still, most nights Dela finds herself forcing Adore to put a bandaid on a particularly bad cut, or put ice on especially nasty bruises. While Dela worries and is often frustrated by Adore’s unusual habit, she loves being able to take care of her.

It didn’t take long for her to come to that conclusion. However, it did take a while to become completely comfortable with that conclusion. She feels all warm and soft inside whenever Adore gives her a kiss and a ‘thank you’ after she takes care of her. Though what she loves most is knowing that Adore is safe, and healthy.

Just minutes after starting to redo her hair, Dela hears a loud yelp from the kitchen. She quickly sets down her hair brush and heads back to the kitchen, a worried shout of “Adore?!” on her lips.

This has to be a new record, Dela thinks, a little amused at the thought but mostly concerned for her disastrous girlfriend.

The first thing she sees upon entering the kitchen is Adore hunched over the cutting board, one hand gripping the other tightly, long hair covering her face, and her shoulders visibly quivering.

Dela runs up to her and wraps her arms tightly around the taller girl, then reaches out for her clearly injured hand. There’s blood dripping from her hand onto the cutting board and all over the mushrooms, the sight of which causing Dela to feel a little sick and very worried.

“Let me see,” Dela says, attempting to pry Adore’s hands apart so that she can survey how bad the cut really is. She hopes it’s not actually very deep, that Adore is just being dramatic, but there’s really no telling quite yet.

“I’m okay,” Adore says through clenched teeth, not letting Dela look at her hand.

“Honey, please,” Dela begs softly, moving Adore’s hair out of the way to look into her eyes.

Adore sucks in a sharp breath and slowly reveals her hand to Dela, whispering a very quiet, “I’m sorry.”

Upon gently taking her hand to inspect it further Dela discovers that the cut is surprisingly shallow, it’s just deep enough to bleed a lot but not deep enough to mean any real damage was done. She sighs in relief, and kisses Adore’s cheek softly. She’s mostly just glad that Adore isn’t severely hurt, as that would not make for a fun evening for any of them.

“Accidents happen, but maybe I shouldn’t leave you unsupervised in the kitchen anymore,” Dela reassures her teasingly.

Adore giggles wetly, rubbing roughly at the tears collecting in the corner of her eyes with her good hand, “Yeah, that’s… that’s probably a good idea.”

Dela pulls Adore over to the sink, carefully eyeing the way Adore grips her wounded hand, “Sweetness, I have to clean it.”

“I know,” Adore pouts, “It just hurts even more when you do though!”

“I’m sorry, I know,” Dela soothes, turning on the sink faucet and guiding Adore’s hand underneath the warm, low pressure water.

After rinsing it with water thoroughly, Dela pours hydrogen peroxide over the wound, shushing and soothing Adore the whole time. The younger whines and grumbles through the whole thing, and Dela feels terrible for it, she does, but she knows how necessary it is and doesn’t allow her girlfriend to pout her way out of it. She pats it dry with a paper towel, presses a cotton pad onto the wound, then wraps that in medical grade tape from their first aid box.

“There!” Dela finishes with her signature smile, “All done.”

“Thank you, baby,” Adore says, leaning forward to kiss Dela. It lasts a few more seconds than she had planned, but in no way does she complain.

“Anything for my girl,” Dela murmurs.

It’s an exciting way to start their new life in this new home, Dela can’t deny that it’s very… them, though. She knows the rest of the night will be fun, and that Adore will animatedly tell the story of why her hand is all wrapped up with all the excitement of an eight year old. Dela loves that she knows her girlfriend so well. She loves that they trust each other so thoroughly, so deeply.

Dela has never had anyone like this in her life before, someone to take care of and someone that will gladly take care of her. Like any other couple, they need different things from each other. That’s part of why they are so perfect together. Dela is certain this is what she wants for the rest of her life. She’s certain she wants this.

Adore grins at her with love and confidence, with warm and heart, and Dela knows that this is what she wants to. It works. They work. Perfectly, just like this.

[strategischwelt]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2017 x HAPPY NEW YEAR 2018! @MasqueradaGame

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[missjanjie]

Follower Survey Results

thank you to everyone that participated! this has been a v interesting little research project of mine. ill post the favorite queens/ships charts here and all the other graphs and the full results for queens/ships under the cut if you're curious :)

1. Denali Foxx (29)

2. Jan Sport/Rosé (18)

3. Gottmik (10)

4. Jackie Cox (7)

5. Katya Zamolodchikova (6)

1. Rosnali (36)

2. Jankie (20)

3. Gottrosnali (15)

4. Crygi/Lemyanka (8)

5. Gottrosé (7)

Notes:

these results are based on 62 responses

there is overlap with the favorite seasons, because apparently a few of you have never taken a multiple choice test before

for favorite ships i excluded ones along the lines of '[queen]/anyone' for clarity

i did not specify that the favorite queens had to be rugirls, so i am including all queens in the results (and yall have good taste)

Favorite Queens

Five Votes

Priyanka

Four Votes

Gigi Goode

Bob the Drag Queen

Three Votes

Olivia Lux

Kameron Michaels

Shea Couleé

Lemon

Adore Delano

Jinkx Monsoon

Crystal Methyd

Sasha Velour

Symone

Nicky Doll

Tayce

Asia O'Hara

Violet Chachki

Two Votes

Bianca Del Rio

Bimini Bon Boulash

Monique Heart

Monét X Change

Aquaria

Yvie Oddly

Raja Gemini

Brooke Lynn Hytes

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo

One Vote

Etcetera Etcetera

Ilona Verley

Pearl Liason

Veronica Green

Tia Kofi

Alyssa Edwards

Farrah Moan

Coco Jumbo

Priscilla Chambers

Jaida Essence Hall

Courtney Act

Utica Queen

Lagoona Bloo

Max Malanaphy

A'whora

BenDelaCreme

Jujubee

Alaska Thunderfuck

Asttina Mandela

Art Simone

Darby Lynn Cartwright

Lala Ri

Favorite Ships

Five Votes

Taywhora

Four Votes

Halldoll

Branjie

Trixya

Two Votes

Rosejan

Synali

Biadore

Scyvie

Sashea

Pearlet

Luxica

Gimone

One Vote

Vatya

Sylivia

Ninex

Lemonjuice

Gottlux

Boboxx

Pearl/Miss Fame

Greentia

Diamond Chaney

MoMo

Deladore

Rosé/Denali/Mik/Olivia

Violax

Nackie

Jankiedoll

Bryvie

Gottfoxx

Asttimini

[incorrectmasquerada]

Tristan: Very well, let's take a vote.

Cicero: Secret vote! Everybody cover your eyes.

(they do)

Faveo: ...We won't know the results.

Cicero: Well, say your vote out loud.

Zelia: We'll know each other's voices.

Faveo: Brekken's got a point.

[lyricshot-net]

Delador – Kate sa ndeye Lyrics

Kate sa ndeye Lyrics by Delador [ Refrain ] Mercé Donnes en si y en as Le Kate Sa Ndeye Le Made in China Tout le monde rêve de Costa Rica Ou une ville similaire à la Santa Monica Oulala Oulala Oulala Oulala Oulala Oulalaa Oulala Oulala Oulala Allez Kate Sa Ndeye Le Made in china [ Couplet unique ] Suis pas d’ici Je viens d’ ailleurs Ça rap et ça chante comme nul part ailleurs On aime les bonnes…

[basketsblanches]

[Clip] Delador – Animaux Découvrez "Animaux" le nouveau clip de Delador.

[liquidharmonymlp]

Delador – Cocktail (Clip Officiel)

Vous ne connaissez peut-être pas encore Delador, et pourtant, il va sûrement faire parler de lui. Il vient de dévoiler son premier album intitulé “Trafic d’esprit”. Il s’est fait connaître sur Youtube, avec plusieurs clips très bien réalisés.

Retrouvez son album ici : http://smarturl.it/DeladorTraficDesprit

L’article Delador – Cocktail (Clip Officiel) est apparu en premier sur RapCity.

Source: https://www.rapcity.fr/delador-cocktail/

[beardsbeardsbeardsbeards]

Delador – Cocktail (Clip Officiel)

Vous ne connaissez peut-être pas encore Delador, et pourtant, il va sûrement faire parler de lui. Il vient de dévoiler son premier album intitulé “Trafic d’esprit”. Il s’est fait connaître sur Youtube, avec plusieurs clips très bien réalisés.

Retrouvez son album ici : http://smarturl.it/DeladorTraficDesprit

L’article Delador – Cocktail (Clip Officiel) est apparu en premier sur RapCity.

Source: https://www.rapcity.fr/delador-cocktail/

[dukecourage]

Delador récidive avec son groupe GIG Music dans le déjanté « China Town »

Delador invite sur son nouveau titre son acolyte Goush avec lequel il forme le duo G.I.G Music.

Après les puissants « Kate Sa Ndeye », « Trafic d’esprits », l’introspectif  « Animaux » et l’entrainant « JMPPLT » « Chinatown » est un clip épuré à l’esthétique forte. Les deux artistes sont en parfaite symbiose sur cette brûlure visuelle et sonore.  Delador est signé sur le label New Time Songs et en licence chez Urban Pias.

  L’article Delador récidive avec son groupe GIG Music dans le déjanté « China Town » est apparu en premier sur RapCity.

Source: http://www.rapcity.fr/delador-recidive-groupe-gig-music-dejante-china-town/

[artificialqueens]

Happy Birthday - (Deladore) - Black_Magic

Author’s Note: This is for the fic challenge. The tropes I used were: A and B are best friends who are secretly in love with each other and neither knows, childhood best friends, and soulmate au. I used a bonus trope, which is the magic au.

Danny finished cleaning off the kitchen counter when he heard a yelp of pain. He walked into the back of the kitchen to see his mother, Bonnie, gripping her wrist and visibly shaking. She had burnt herself on the stove while reaching for something. Danny rushed over to her with a worried expression. “Sorry, mom! I forgot to mention I put a hot pan there just a few minutes ago.” He had made pancakes, scrambled eggs and some bacon for breakfast.

“That’s alright, baby. Be careful next time.” He could feel his forearm sting like he got burnt too. The perks of his daily life. He was an empath. That means he can sense other’s emotions and pain around him. Sometimes it annoyed him, but it came in handy. He cared about people and didn’t like when they got hurt. Mostly, his caring nature went to Bonnie, and his closest friends.

“I will, I promise.” Even though he did promise, it was a meaningless one. Both Danny and his mom knew how forgetful he can get. He reached to open a cabinet to get some plates. Of course, he only grabbed two.

“Hon, why did you make all this?” Bonnie looked at the food, confused as to why her lazy son would go through the effort of making all of it within the same day, hour, and time.

“Because, mom! Ben is gonna be here soon, I’m hungry, and you wouldn’t let me get Mickey D’s!” Bonnie laughed after looking at her whining son. He had a scowl and was pouting his lip like a child.

She took the plates and patted her son’s shoulder. “I know you’re excited, but you need to go get a shower. You need to be fresh and clean for today. I’m not taking you anywhere if you aren’t presentable!” Danny dramatically sighed and left to do as he was told.

Bonnie made the plates for Danny and Ben. She sat them on the table just as there was a knock on the door. It opened just afterwards to reveal Ben with his happy smile. “Good morning, Bonnie.” He called into the house.

“Hi, sweetie.” Ben came in, making sure to head straight into the kitchen. He hugged Bonnie and kissed her cheek. “I sent Danny to the shower a few minutes ago. He should be out in fifteen minutes. Although, he was all giddy and happy about seeing you today. He might just go faster than usual.”

“I’m excited too. Can’t wait to spend the day with the birthday boy.” Ben said with a smile. He noticed Bonnie was holding her arm. “Is something wrong with your arm?”

“I was reaching for something earlier and burnt myself on the skillet. Danny forgot to mention it was still hot. It’s just a little thing.” Bonnie showed him her arm. There was a red line on her arm and it looked like it still stung.

“Here, let me.” He gently took her arm and placed one of his hands on top of her burn. Ben waited a few seconds, then removed it. The mark had disappeared, and the flesh wound was all gone. “There, it’s like it never happened.”

“Thank you, Ben.” Ben smiled at her and suddenly held his left arm, wincing like he was in pain. His mark felt like it was burning. It’s been like that since his recent birthday when he finally saw it appear. Bonnie knew what it was. She had talked to Ben about it on his eighteenth birthday while Danny happened to be asleep.

“I’ve been able to ignore it, but it started hurting again today. Must mean I get to meet my soulmate today.” Ben smiled, feeling optimistic.

Bonnie knew the truth. She knows her son, and not because she reads minds. Ever since they were in kindergarten, Bonnie could see how Danny and Ben were drawn to each other. There was a reason why both the boys were clingy with each other and were barely seen apart. They were meant to be friends. They were meant to find each other. Ben and Danny would get their soulmates today. Bonnie has already seen the mark on Ben’s arm. She got to look at Danny’s arm after he woke up and she showered him in birthday love. Bonnie could look at them and see the obvious love they had for each other. She was gonna let the two clueless best friends figure it out. “Wow, look at that, honey. Your mark seems to be glowing.”

Ben looked at it and gasped, looking at it in wonder. It looked like a golden scale. He figured it was because he’s a Libra and the sign was supposed to be a scale. It signified balance.

“Wow, that hasn’t happened before. It looks so mesmerizing.” Ben ran his fingers across it with a grin. Ever since Ben met Danny, he felt like he had fell in love and found the one. From that day forward, he hoped Danny was his soulmate. Ben wouldn’t have it any other way. Little did he know, Danny felt the same way.

Danny thought about falling in love many times before. He wanted to be loved and cared for in the best way possible. Every time someone has asked him what his soulmate looked like, he would always think of Ben without fail. He didn’t want to, since he wanted to save his heart for the special person his was paired with at birth. No matter what he did, he felt like Ben was the one who owned his heart. Ever since he had a talk with Bonnie when he was sixteen, he let himself love Ben.

As Danny finished drying off and getting dressed, he got a weird feeling throughout his body. Then, the pain came. He felt like his right arm was on fire. His mark was appearing. All he saw was a bright flash for a few seconds. “Was that my mark?” He asked himself, then looked in the mirror on top of his dresser. Danny smiled as he analyzed the breathtaking sight. Brand new and still glowing, he saw a gold scale. Of course, Danny had it. Both him and Ben have always been Libras. The thing they have most in common, other than the fact that they are in fact the destined soulmates they have always desired to be. “Fucking party!”

Ben laughed hearing his best friend cheer. Bonnie rolled her eyes. “Daniel, don’t say that word!”

All Danny felt was excitement as he bolted out of his room. “Mom, guess what!” Danny stopped in his tracks when he saw Ben. Ben’s sleeve was still rolled up. They each spotted the other’s mark. The two boys locked eyes and they moved at the same time. Danny wore the biggest smile as he launched forward and brought Ben into a tight hug. Ben held Danny like he was fragile. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. He had nothing to worry about. Danny was his. “I can’t believe it. I mean, it’s like I always knew.” The glow from the marks disappeared.

Ben smiled and kissed the other boy on the side of his head. “Happy birthday, Danny.”

“Best birthday, ever. I got the present I wanted.” Danny’s voice was gentle.

Bonnie smiled as she watched a moment she has dreamt of many times before. Her son finally finding happiness. She left the room to give them privacy.

They separated to take a look at each other. Ben took this opportunity to say the words he’s wanted to say for awhile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Being impatient and excited, Danny took the chance to grab Ben’s face and kiss him.

[strategischwelt]

Que le soleil soit léger. Que la lune soit sombre. (May the sun be light. May the moon be dark.)

Art (modern au) by strategischwelt Frame and borders by: Tigers-stock (fav.me/d3g5iar) & (fav.me/d3h8wxi) and Bnspyrd (fav.me/d1pd76p) Pose by: SenshiStock (http://fav.me/db4yh8z) Faveo Fedelta and Zelia Deladore from Masquerada: Songs and Shadows © Witching Hour Studios. All rights reserved.

[mceara]

Delador: Serra iria ‘retribuir’ repasses milionários da Odebrecht https://t.co/432OyJcQxX

Delador: Serra iria ‘retribuir’ repasses milionários da Odebrecht https://t.co/432OyJcQxX

— Miqueias Souza (@Miqueiasfx) April 13, 2017

from Twitter https://twitter.com/Miqueiasfx

[noticiasatuais]

Matéria: Delador: Serra iria ‘retribuir’ repasses milionários da Odebrecht | VEJA.com

Link: http://veja.abril.com.br/brasil/delador-serra-iria-retribuir-repasses-milionarios-da-odebrecht/

Via: Notícias Atuais

[inspettoregavar-blog]

The ᑕitte & Guilds

The Citte is carved out carefully for all of the guilds that make up the Masquerada, with the scraps going to the Contadani. Among those who would do business or war in the Citte, the only way to survive is to achieve a mastery of natural skills, termed by scholars as the Media.

There are seven different types of Media: singing and instrumental music, war dance and theatrical dance, drawings and carvings, and even intellectual exploration. All forms of the Media aid the Masquerada in channeling the powers of the Mascherines with more finesse.

These forms of artistry are neatly harnessed into combat forms used by the roguish Sicario, master of theatrical movement; the monolithic Pavisierre, damage-soaking war dancer; and the bardic Dirge, composer of symphonic subjugation.

It is this divide that clearly delineates the differences in skill levels between the guilds of the Masquerada and the untrained Maskrunners. However, there is more to be said about the cultural differences between the leaders of Seimora’s Crown, and much more about something else, something foreign and fey…

The ᖇegistry

The Registry serves as the official government of the Citte, even if the guilds constantly desire to disavow Avestus’ hold on the laws and regulations that define order in Ombre. The Portieri, the military arm of the Registry, are the peacekeepers of Ombre and the key line of defense that holds back the guilds of the Masquerada from completely massacring each other. Theirs is a thankless lot, and the recent troubles with the Maskrunners and appearances of fey has only complicated matters.

Leader: Avestus Aliarme, Vaorone of the Registry

ᔕorelle ᗪel ᗰare

At its inception, the Sorelle del Mare – or the Sisters of the Sea – were comprised of widows who had lost their husbands out at sea and found little purpose in their lives after. Slowly, as they came together and got past their grief, they began to see how they could make a difference in Ombrian society; they formed a guild and began caring for the neglected castoffs of society. Today, the Sorelle are best known for their orphanages and halfway houses.

Leader: Zelia Deladore, Head Matron of the Sorelle del Mare

ᑕacciatore

The Cacciatore began as rival clans of people who inhabited the outer territories surrounding the Citte. They and their kin have served as wardens of the fractured wilds for centuries. The eventual unification of their clans was a decision born of the need to stand with (or some might say against) the other guilds, rather than having a noble sort of common cause. It is not uncommon for social misfits to join the Cacciatore because of the solitude their work provides.

Leader: Brekken Taurius, Rex of the Cacciatore

ᗩltus ᑎobilis

As Ombre began developing its entrepot status, the nobles who originated from the Citte felt they were not getting the respect that they deserved as royals, and thus decided to craft their own system of royalty which was entrenched within Ombrian society through the guild system. The world of the Altus is ridden with pride-soaked affairs like balls, hunts, carnivals and the like. Those who join the Altus now without a bloodline affiliation are relegated to court positions such as bishops and jesters.

Leader: Privia Onair, Va of the Altus Nobilis

ᒪuca Infinita

The Luca are the embodiment of justice and order in Ombrian society, always operating with aggressive enforcement of law and authority. The moral compass of the Luca is a song known as the Bright Chorus, exhorting its members that upon “the veils of deception, set aflame; to the mask of lies, do the same”. The Luca practise these values with decidedly less vigour in today’s Ombre, where political deception has become de rigueur. All that remains of the guild that came before is their signature bright golden armour.

Leader: Faveo Fedelta, Judgemaster of the Luca Infinita

ᒪabores ᔕolis

In Ombre, where justice is oft bogged down by tedious regulations, the Labores provide a quicker route to attaining closure. When they decide the crime of the incriminated requires the taking of life in return, a Contract is issued. The guild’s members are rewarded for dealing with the guilty party. Despite their sinister moral code, the Labores are considered to be the most morally upright within the Citte. They cannot be bribed, and a Contract is only issued after being meticulously considered by the guild to be benefiting society at large.

Leader: Vicario Emirus, Kyrios of the Labores Solis

ᗪieci ᔕovrani

The Dieci are a guild of merchants who crave little more than wealth. A vast majority of their members hail from a faraway land known as Rhune, whose culture revolves around flaunting one’s wealth as a sign of power and dominance. Wealth also confers social influence in their eyes, which has resulted in the Dieci placing a large emphasis on speaking your mind and being heard. The fealty of the Dieci lies wherever there are opportunities to expand their mercantile stranglehold upon Ombre. After all, coin is king.

Leader: Sevil Patrio, Luminary of the Dieci Sovrani

ᕼall Of ᔕongs

In a city so rampant with magic, religion has little cause to exist, so people are given no reason to believe in an afterlife. Ombrians are therefore duly concerned about how they will be remembered after death. The Masquerada have addressed this by having the Hall of Songs commemorate the dearly departed in songs about their deeds, hopes and dreams. However, only the Masquerada themselves are eligible to be remembered in song, driving home the bleak reality that those without masks cease to exist beyond death.

Leader: Mira Bas, Head Songstress of the Hall of Songs

The ᗰaskrunners

The nature of rebellion is stereotypically mutually exclusive with a unity of purpose, and it is no different with the Maskrunners. Though the Maskrunners are legion, their numbers are fractured into dozens of different factions. Chief among these factions of dangerously disgruntled Contadani are the Malecarte, formerly led by Cyrus Gavar during the War of Bearings, and a more recent splinter cell known as the Dactites, who have, under the care of a mysterious leader known only as the “Herald”, proven themselves curiously refined in their practice of the Media.

Leaders: Lissandra Rorik, commander of the Malecarte The “Herald” of the Dactites

[homko-stuck]

Seriously where are all of the deladore fics???? They're so cute together I want to cry they're so c u t e