#delilah my beloved!!

[thewhalelord]

“I can take it and put it inside of me…”

[himmimimimi]

[nvskyprospekt]

i’m here, i’m here/on the border of the circle

[paperglader]

ok guys. back to our bullshit

[evergreen-easel]

Your honor, I'm obsessed with these cutie patooties

[kamurawaffles5684]

GUYS I NEED DELILAH COPPERSPOON FROM DISHONORED SO BAD LIKE OH MY GOD SHES SO FUCKING PRETTY HDNDNDNDBDBD

AND HER DESIGN IN DISHONORED 2 LIKE I AM DEAD I AM DECEASED I HAVE FLATLINED—

LIKE MOVE TF OVER CORVO ITS MY TURN OK

I’m so normal about her guys don’t even

[presiding]

you'll never guess which level we're up to in this dishonored 2 rewrite

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Using only lyrics from music, convey the dreams of each of your oc’s

You said OC’s, so in addition to the Until I Found bois (which I’m not so sure count as original characters so much as re-envisioned versions of the characters) I’ll also be doing songs for my babies from The Future and a Robot

UIFY

Leon: "But I have a plan... and I will be remembered -- I will be great -- Just wait and see! You'd better wise up, 'cuz I'll rise up! BRING ON ANY CHALLENGE! And someday soon, I swear -- I don't know how or when -- but I promise you, I'll never be invisible again! Someone will notice... me."

‘Phael: "I can't be what you expect of me... and I'm not what I seem... but I would love to know you --! Is it dangerous... to dream??"

DvD: "I will make you proud! I will make you have faith in me. I will prove that the way I used to be is all in the past. I will save the day, and come back here triumphantly! 'Cause I long for that look of surprise when you see your son rising at last! The pride in your eyes when you see your son rising at last!!"

Michael: "Just let me give you the freedom to dream and it'll wake you up, cure your aching, take your walls and start 'em breaking -- now that's a deal that seems worth taking! ...But I guess, I'll leave that up to you."

April: "One normal night, that's all I want, that's all I need from you. One normal house without a mouse to feed a plant or two!”

Karai: "As a child you would wait and watch from far away, but you always knew that you'd be the one that worked while they all played. In youth, you'd lay awake at night and scheme of all the things that you would change, but it was just a dream... Here we are, don't turn away now - we are the warriors that built this town!"

Draxum: “The rule of the land, it's so crucial to obey… Believe in yourself, or you won't be appreciated -- Don’t you overthink it, JUST DO WHAT I SAY!! Lay the politics out before me, whatever it takes to get my glory!”

Big Mama: “Money, money matters most! Money, money I can boast -- Money, money, make a toast to -- Money! Money! Money!” OR "Come live with us in the garden… there’s a room waiting for you… come on, come on, come on! Just let us adore you…”

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TFaaR

Lloyd: “So now I'll sing for you 'til I can't talk! I've been teaching myself to speak for when the music's not enough. I'm gonna be just like you and never stop, mm-mm. But since I'm made from you, do you think I could be someone like you?"

Julia: "And when I find my hope Imma bring it on home!”

Harris: "I don’t know when… I don’t know how… but I know something’s starting right now! Watch and you’ll see, someday I’ll be part of your world!”

Imogen Love: “What good’s a dreamer without a believer? We all just need someone to care! One who might listen and root for our wishes, someone to simply be glad that we’re there — what good’s a hand if nobody needs holding? When everything else falls away… if no one believes her, what good’s a dreamer, anyway?”

Ms. Delilah Emelyn: “One way, or another, I’m gonna find ya -- I’m gonna getchya, getchya, getchya!”

Dr. Alger J: “Can't wait to meet you! So join the animatronic family! We open real soon; try your best to hold onto sanity.”

If you can guess the songs the lyrics are from, you get 10 points

[jenniferbarkleyy]

still feeling some kinda way that laudna went into a fugue state and crafted an outfit of literal chains and cages and still put it on

[eru-iru]

my favorite colors~

[unicyclehippo]

Palm, cr3!

‘did it hurt?’

nana morri’s smile was mossy and huge like the rest of her. ‘what’ss that, dearie?’

laudna hovered in the doorway. ‘the shard,’ she whispered. ‘the shard,’ she hissed, head ticking to the side. her eyes were huge and black. they fixed on the seared blistering skin of nana morri’s palm. ‘when you held it—it burned you.’

‘that’s not what you want to know.’

laudna stared.

nana morri poured another drink.

the thatching of the tiki bar shivered in the breeze that morrigan summoned with a stern look and a beckoning finger. the wind rattled the shutters on the windows until morrigan glared. it quietened once more.

‘what—‘ laudna braced herself against the frame of the doorway. ‘what did it taste like?’

‘aah.’ morrigan tilted the crystal glass in her hand. the drink was liquid gold, thick hot honey. a glint of light shone in those deep, dark sockets. ‘you want it. you want to hold it in your hands,’ she said with a fond, sweet lilt to her voice. teasing, almost. ‘you want to taste it. you want to eat it,’ tummy growled.

‘no!’ laudna’s fingers clawed into the wooden doorway. curls of wood came away beneath her nails. ‘no! no! no!’

morrigan tilted her glass the other way. ‘just me here, dearie. your sweetheart is sssleeping. she can’t hear you. say what you mean. tell nana the truth.’

‘no! it’s not for me! it’s for fearne!’ Laudna shook her head hard. thwacked her traitorous palms—palms that burned with the want to grasp the shard, to crack it, to stuff it handful over handful into her mouth and swallow it down to feel the warmth—against her head hard. ‘it’s for fearne. isn’t it? that’s why you stopped. yes?’

‘…yes.’

‘you were tempted.’

‘you weren’t watching,’ nana smiled. it wasn’t as wide. she sat still, didn’t drink. she watched laudna. ‘who was watching?’

‘she was.’

‘Is she here?’

‘always,’ laudna murmured. a smile—a smirk—tilted her lips. ‘always.’

nana leans forward and forward and forward, head craned on her improbable neck. nostrils flared, she dragged in a long breath. ‘aah. ahaha. to whom do i have the pleasure of speaking?’

delilah lifted laudna’s head, her shoulders, standing tall. meeting the eyes of the dread hag as an equal. ‘names are something of…tool for you, mistress of the fates.’

‘mistress, am i? you’re too kind.’ the flattery doesn’t soften morrigan. it makes her sink down into herself and tummy’s eyes open wide. ‘you have me at a disadvantage. i. don’t. like that.’

‘but you like laudna. and more importantly, your darling fearne loves her.’

‘i will happily gobble your little corpse up if it means keeping my fearnie safe. you don’t strike me as safe.’

‘perhaps not. but i have no intention of harming your fearnie,’ delilah said, and she plucked laudna’s hands free of the wood she had clawed into. sauntered forward. she made such a ghastly vision, wearing laudna like a gown. an accessory. ‘i have a vested interest in seeing her - all of them - succeed. you may consider me an ally of your precious granddaughter.’

nana morri cackled. her eyes didn’t shift away from delilah. ‘well, well. i knew she would meet all sorts of people when she left home. i suppose i’m not surprised she met you. she attracts all sorts, my fearnie. darkness grows toward her like a flower. pretty. now, a drink?’

‘you don’t truly imagine me so foolish.’

nana morri shrugged. her form shifted, clunked, as though parts of her were made of heavy bone or wood and knocking as she moved. ‘dear laudna is far more trusting. she doesn’t even check for poison.’

‘she’s a sweet fool.’

‘suits your purposes just fine, then,’ nana murmured. ‘not a drink then. what is it i can do for you?’

‘you make deals, yes?’

‘i have been known to deal on occasion, yes.’

‘wonderful.’

‘but you have nothing i want.’

‘you haven’t even heard my offer yet.’

a huge hand whipped out to wrap around laudna’s skull and half her torso. it dragged her close, laudna’s wide eye staring into the toothy mouth of tummy as she growled.

‘you have nothing i want.’

‘i assure you, madame morrigan, that is not true.’ delilah abandoned laudna. it was a struggle to hold her form, shadows slipping—the shadows were morrigan’s too, here—but they held long enough with the aid of laudna’s magic that she could step up to the hag. elvish tripped gracefully from her tongue, and with each word morrigan relaxed and listened closely. the language of the fey was not delilah’s to command, but the language of secrets was well known to morrigan the fatestitcher and she listened well.

[merle-bookdragon]

"When is love not pain?" excuse me, Marisha, who gave you the right.

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

The rainbow high suggestion in the art requests post is me targeted isn’t it

If u do any of these three girls I will kiss you on the forehead

they are hanging out!!

[bajecna]

taiwan film and audiovisual institute is screening journey to italy (1954) a week before i fly back home

[evergreen-easel]

Just some Delilah art i've done recently. ☺️

[oldworldwidgets]

26 & 27 for Lilah, 47 & 48 for teddy :]

Delilah

26. How do they come off to others? What first impression do they usually make? Scary and cold or warm and sexy/inviting, dependent on who you are and what she wants from you. She comes off as confident to any and all.

27. Do they prefer to travel alone or with company? Who have they traveled with if any? Current companion if any? Definitely alone, though she doesn’t do much traveling. Desdemona always pairs her with Deacon when she has to run for the Railroad, though she “resents” it (enemies to lovers, you know how it is). She prefers Drummer Boy’s company because he’s quiet, polite (ie just the right amount of snarky), and does what she says.

Teddy

47. What’s their favorite radio station and song? (post-apocalypse) He’s partial to Mojave Music Radio, but he listens to Radio New Vegas on occasion (he doesn’t like hearing the news bc hes usually on it lol). He named his pet fire gecko after Big Iron by Marty Robbins, but his favorite is either Love Me As Though There Was No Tomorrow by Nat King Cole or Heartaches by the Number by Guy Mitchell

48. What’s their favorite post-apocalyptic food? Are they a picky eater? Do they know how to cook? My beloved boy would eat dirt if he thought it would sustain him. He knows it wouldn’t, of course, but he’s absolutely not a picky eater. He likes bighorner and radstag (ik they’re not in nv shhhhh big boi like meat), and he loves agave. He’s also a great cook because he’s always had to be. Mf could whip up a pretty tasty dish over a campfire even without much to work with.