#delilah!!!

[potato-jem]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 201 FOLLOWERS!!

aaand for the celebration:

🐻(malec) and 💌

THANK YOU DELILAH!!! (sorry this took so long!)

i shall run over to your inbox in a moment, but please have domestic, older malec. i hope you like it! (also available on ao3)

i wished time moved slower

The left side of their bed was cold. 

The sheets were pushed back, exposing a sliver of Magnus’ back to December creeping through the ajar door of their bedroom. Magnus reached out and patted around in his half-conscious daze, as if Alec would magically materialise out of thin air. 

His magical abilities only could do so much.

With heavy eyelids and a deep sigh, Magnus winces as the cold of New York winter cuts through his warm body like a knife. Reaching down and picking up his crumpled robe on the floor, he gets himself out of bed, pulling the robe to his body close enough to become a second skin. He cringes at the dull ache only winter could give to him, while he gingerly walks out of the shared bedroom. 

The tiles send shocks up his legs and through his spine. He knows Alec is awake. The disregarded cups of tea on the kitchen bench have been washed and dried. The pillows on the sofa are straighter, with the blanket Magnus used last night folded and placed on top of the head cushions with care. Only Alec would take so much care of their home, only to leave the balcony door ajar. His socks are barely providing any protection to his already cold feet, as he walks towards the door and peeks his head out. 

And there he was. Comfortably sitting at their table for two arrangement for summer drinks and cheeseboards, Alec had his back to Magnus, his salt and peppery hair illuminated by snowflakes. A cup, of what Magnus assumed was tea, sat beside Alec, the steam escaping into the cold wind. The sun was trying its best to shine through the clouds, but could only do so much. 

“What are you doing out here?” Magnus whispered. 

Alec slowly turned his head to the sound of Magnus’ voice, the lines by his eyes and mouth crinkling into their usual places as they have done all these years. He gingerly angles his body towards Magnus, as if his body was gravitated to Magnus like an old magnet; not as strong as it used to be brand new, but it still had its other half. 

“Is it so criminal to watch the sunrise in the morning?” Alec responds with a slight gravel that only comes with age. (Magnus was absolutely thrilled he got to see it develop in real time.)

Magnus slides into the chair across from Alec, wincing as he sat down on what felt like ice, “Yes, especially when it is this cold out and you leave the door open.”

Alec’s eyes shifted to the door leading out to the balcony, “Did I leave the door open?” 

He shrugged and chuckled to himself, “I probably did. I’m sorry, love.”

Magnus pretended it didn’t hurt to smile. He knew he didn’t have much time left with Alec. He tried to enjoy it, and sometimes he did enjoy staying in bed a little bit longer, going to see their kids and grandkids for lunch but being back home before dinner. Fuck, he’s even taken up knitting, puzzling, listening to the same “Do you remember?” stories told two hours beforehand. Who was he? Surely, this wasn’t the same partying-every-weekend, Shadowhunter-tolerating High Warlock of Brooklyn from sixty years before, right? 

He knew this was going to hurt. He sometimes stayed up at night, squeezing Alec a bit tighter to his chest and muffling premature sobs. For the first time ever, Magnus wanted to grow old, grow old with who he was convinced was the love of his lifetimes. 

But until then, Magnus reached his hand across the icy table into the warm, calloused hands of his lover and enjoyed the serenity of the morning, watching the sunrise amongst the clouds like his Alec did many years before. 

[bevsi]

silliest girl award

[loserwithanartacc]

Cooking up another laudna sketch because I’m feeling normal abt her rn

This scene was so fucking cool

[essayofthoughts]

Genuinely, I think one of the most fun and crunchy things about any character is

How far they will go for things they want

What they will do to get things they want

Things they won't do, no matter how much they want what they'd get in exchange

Because these things tell you some very important things about the character, namely their limits, their price, and their absolute No's. (And it lets you create some really REALLY crunchy conflict)

[terrestrialnoob]

Delilah has been transferred into the bigger and better funded Central City Zoo! Of course Danny's invited to come visit her, he's specifically one of the few people allowed to be in the same physical space as one of the worlds deadliest wild animals, specifically, the most violent and aggressive species of gorilla. All because Delilah, at some point, convinced herself that Danny is her baby and she pretty much refuses to hurt him in any way. She will groom him, and share her food with him, and sits him down to teach him her signs, and play very, very gently with her weak human baby, even though she insists, through sign, that he's very strong. The primatologists always lose their minds when Danny visits, as Delilah doesn't let any other human ape of any kind within five feet of her without a sedative. Depending on her mood, she might even try to keep Danny safe away from other humans. He's her baby, you see.

Unfortunately, the new World's Deadliest Gorilla exhibit attracts the attention of Grodd. The hyper-intelligent meta-gorilla wants to use the worlds deadliest gorilla to get vengeance on the Flash for ruining his world domination plans, and he doesn't really care if some human child gets hurt in the process. In fact, that'll probably hurt the Flash more.

[ailustrarte]

They broke the world for each other.

This one was first published about a month ago on my Patreon. I tried to imagine what kind of portrait would Delilah and Sylas commission a painter to decorate Castle Whitestone have they defeated Vox Machina. I love how they weaponize their sexiness alongside their sheer lack of empathy for everyone but themselves and their evil god to obliterate their enemies. Relationship goals, really.

Sylas and Delilah Briarwood were created by Matthew Mercer and are property of Critical Role.

Available as a print on my InPrnt shop:

[geekgirles]

Ironically, I feel we, as a Phandom, don't talk about Sam's Friend to All Living Things status enough.

[lyadrielle]

I know I have so many wips, but with the recent episodes of CR, I had to draw at least one Happy Laudna ! Laudna, or how to trap your patron as a warlock XD Good luck Delilah!

[critterpages]

[likeappletrees]

pov you are delilah briarwood

[rafebangme]

this is a need not a want actually

(everyone say thank you rafeyscurtainbangs for the gifs)

[bevsi]

my cutie patooties

[sad--beep]

[bloodinmymilkshake]

Another stupid meme for you

[rann-poisoncage]