#oc: del

[irithyllians]

dustbringer ✧ skybreaker

[bitethebulette]

Snippet from Chapter 22 of IBHBBIWDT:

“Say something,” Astarion demanded, when she was quiet for too long. Swallowing, Del mumbled, “Maybe we should stop having sex for now.” He seemed surprised that she would suggest it herself, but quickly recovered. “I don’t want you to think the sex didn’t mean anything,” Astarion tried to correct. “It did. But that’s the problem. Or, at least, part of it. Being close to someone - any kind of intimacy - was something I performed to lure people back for him.” He sneered at the mention of Cazador, but pushed on. “Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels… tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing. I don’t know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I’d like to.” Realizing Astarion might be feeling guilty over this boundary, Del quickly stood from the log and said, “That’s completely valid. And I agree.”  She might be questioning her own values and ethics, at this moment, but she didn’t want him to be questioning his - not when he was learning so much about himself. She cared about him and wanted him to grow in a way he hadn’t been allowed to in over two hundred years. Knowing she should respond to his vulnerable confession with her own, she pushed on, “Astarion… I like you… a lot. And I want what’s best for you. If that means no sex, then we don’t have to have sex. There are other ways for us to spend time together. Maybe that’ll be the true test,” she said, with a small smile. He gave her a small smile of his own. “I do like a challenge,” he said, ruefully. Before she could change her mind, Del stepped into his arms and gave him a hug like she had wanted to do earlier. She felt his body stiffen as he processed what she was doing. Then his arms came around her and he finally relaxed into the embrace. He buried his nose into the side of her neck where he breathed her in and let out a soft sigh.

Will post the whole chapter on Thursday as per usual. If you want to check it out you can catch up over on AO3 HERE.

[patchdotexe]

Rescue as Textposts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

and we're back with Rescue as Textposts! one of these days im going to actually draw these but until then you get to see character-building via nonsense

(fun fact about the Monty one: that was basically his initial pitch way back in 2017. his concept is now completely different but boy howdy)

[faaarawayyy]

comfort drawing i did a few nights ago and forgot to post ^_^ this was supposed to be a warmup but i got carried away. glad i did tho bc i luv it soooo much

[del, he/they]

[magnecalliope]

I think it would be kind of funny for Bad and Del to interact specifically because Virginia Opossums have a lifespan that maxes out at two years, even in captivity. They're born the day an SMP starts and die by the time it ends. The only thing that could make them a more extreme end of the spectrum from Bad is if they were a mayfly.

[bitethebulette]

Reposting, because I need people to witness my Tav OC, Del.

Trying to find quicker ways to get art out and think this was definitely quicker than I normally take, but not by much lol. Illustration features my human Tav, Del. She is a rogue assassin and is romancing Astarion.

[furiouskettle]

The Nose Fairy

[snipdoodle]

It already feels like October

They said, "You go with the boys, I'll go with the girls"

[desireangel]

Honey & Venom Masterlist

Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

summary: In exchange for an escape from his death, the curse upon Aemond had seemed an easy price to pay for an eternal life of strength and power. But when the time comes for his debt to be collected and a mysterious illness sends you to the doorstep of the reclusive and fearsome Lord of Harrenhal's century-old castle, Aemond is faced with the other half of his soul and the agonising realisation that perhaps the cost of his salvation will also become his downfall.

warnings: MDNI - Strictly 18+ ONLY. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Blood, sex and horror. Gore. Heavy smut. This is set centuries after the Dance of Dragons: some deviations from canon. Dark!Aemond. Aemond and Alys are psychos together.

Dividers: @cafekitsune @bernardsbendystraws

▻ prologue ▻ chapter one

[bitethebulette]

Reblog because LOOK AT THEM! Also, commission Rashemon because they are so wonderful to work with and they made this!

Commission for @bitethebulette, thank you so much for the trust!

Emergency commissions are still open for all bg3 fans!

[julia-jck]

Random new boyo!

I have no idea what to do with him... Which I'm thinking about maybe adding to his story, kinda like Ink?

Imagine this: He wakes up in a white space with some half finished places from undertale, but nothing else. He himself is an unfinished design, only wearing a dress-shirt and leggings. It could be his finished design, but it doesn't feel finished to him. His creator had given up on his AU and story and abandoned it some time ago, but was done enought to be reality. He was stuck alone in his AU for some time, walking around and seeing all the unfinished stuff. But it didn't take too long for him to be found and brought to the Omega timeline. When he got to the Omega timeline, he realized quickly that everyone seemed to be something and/or have a theme, while he were just... some skeleton guy. He didn't know what to do and were to shy to really approach people, but knew he needed something to do for a living and to keep him sane. So he became a postman/mailman. And being more drawn to cute stuff, he decided to tailor his uniform to be more cute. The wings on his boots were a gift however, as his coworkers thought he were very fast and thought it would look cute. He didn't have a name for a very long time as he was never given one and never really knew his own identity. He wasn't even sure if he were a Sans or not. But after a while, he decided to name himself Del.

If you think he looks like a shipchild, you wouldn't be wrong. I looked at him many times and thought "he looks like he could be a chip child between these characters" for like.... 3 diferent pairings (all being with Dream), and I were close to just say "Fu*k it" and make him a ship child, but I didn't want that. Aka, people in the Omega timeline might mix him up with Dream a few times when he's not in uniform???

[irithyllians]

timeskip looks

[patchdotexe]

Rescue as Textposts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

As Promised: More Of These

"hotdog or hamburger style, boss" is the entire reason why i made a decker icon. ive been wanting to design him for SO LONG JUST for that. decker <3

i genuinely get so much joy out of making these. its definitely A Way to figure out character vibes lmao

[faaarawayyy]

Which oc do you like to torture the most lol

the correctest answer is All Of Them, Always but the general trend is that if i get fixated on them, they magically get a lot more attention and that attention of course leads to More Torture. that being said heres the characters im most fixated on atm

[therightrighthand]

Just one of those missions. y'know?

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[blackdollette]

"riding the ride." | spencer reid

get free. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: it was a win-win for you. you could finally shut spencer up, and managed to get a good orgasm too.

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.6k

contents: cunnilingus, cum-eating, snowballing (inverted), not proofread

date night. the one night a week where neither of you were working late and finally had the chance unfold in each other’s arms.

as cool breeze blew through the living room window as you flipped through tv channels, spencer’s arm wrapped around your torso as you rested your head on his chest. “what do you feel like watching tonight?” you asked, his thumbs rubbing slow circles onto your flesh. “i don’t mind, baby. i’m not picky.” you nodded, clicking the down button on the remote and landing on a reality show.

spencer hissed and you looked back at him. “what’s the matter?” you asked. “i don’t mind it, but i’m just worried about you. you know i found a really intresting article about reality tv. statistics show that around 47% of people use them as guilty pleasures and 92% of that is the female population who admit that they feel pressure to conform to the unrealistic beauty and relationship standards portrayed in the shows. besides, everything is one-hundred percent staged anyway.”

with each word he spoke, you felt braincells getting killed off in your brain. you nodded, consdiering what he said. “alright then. no reality tv, got it.” you scrolled further down the tv guide, landing on a horror film this time. but he spoke again. “are you sure you wanna choose that, babe? horror movies have been proven to desensitize viewers to violence, major disturbances and other dangers, which may all end up messing up your perception of risks.”

you felt your eye twitching as he droned on. you decided to find something that he couldn’t nitpick and analyze. you click on a weather forecast. boring, monotonous, but no dangers in sight. or so you thought. “did you know tha-” you rolled your eyes, snapping at last. “god, don’t you ever get tired of working that mouth of yours?” 

you squirmed at how provocative the statement came out. surprised at your outburst, spencer smiled proudly. “i have yet to, darling.” his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you in even closer to him. you rose an eyebrow, eyes narrowing at him ever so slightly. “is that a challenge, spence?” he caught a glimpse of the cheeky grin on your face in the corner of his eye. 

as the weather man blabbed on in the background, your face lit up as an idea popped into your head. you clicked the off button on the remote, making the tv screen turn black. you crawled so that you were fully sat on his lap, your hands starting to play with his hair as you whispered in his ear. “i’ve got a better idea for date night…”

spencer reid, the human computer who could sense even the slightest change in atmopshere seemed to be having a malfunction as you gently pressed his face into your chest. his breath heat up, the warmth seeping throug the thin fabric of your tank top. you moved your hips against his lap, taking the air from his lungs. “how about i put that tongue of yours to good use..?”

it was at this moment that he knew he was powerless. his hands were at your waist, clinging to them like he was afraid to let you go. his eyes trailed down to where your two body connected, taking in the sight of your legs in those little pajama shorts. he brought his hand down and began twirling the drawstring between his fingers, gazing up at you with those deep brown eyes. he tugged at the waistband, silently begging for the shorts to come off. you grinned, seeing that he was finally lost for words. “use your words, spence…” you never thought you’d have to tell spencer to speak, but here you were, watching as he struggled to formulate basic english.

he pressed his chin into your soft chest, muttering under his breath. “can you take ���em off, hon..?” his biceps flxed slightly under his t-shirts as his grip tightened. you dug your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts, giving him a teasing glance of your bare hips and listening to his breath hitch.

you grinned as his eyes widened like saucers at the sight of your panties. “why don’t you lie down for me, spence.” he nodded, following your command in an instant like an obedient puppy. you stood up from the couch, his eyes glued to your body as you finally took off your shorts, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them off your feet.

the tension in the room grew thick enough to cut through as you lowered yourself onto his chest, not wanting to move too fast. spencer was panting like a dog, eyes triling down to where you cunt with covered by that pesky little strip of fabric. he longed to tear it with his teeth, to finally have access to the honey between your legs.

you slowly rose up once again, crawling slowly until you were hovering over his face. spencer’s mouth watered at the area of saturated fabric that was the perfect telltale of your arousal. your hips swayed slightly, hypnotizing him and making that familiar sizzle burn in this grey sweatpants.

a taste of heaven was just a touch away, and he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. you took a deep breath. “a-alright, just lemme know when you’re rea-” he couldn’t bear the torture any longer. he grabbed your ass, tearing off your panties and connecting his lips with your dripping cunt. 

completely taken by surprise, you yelped, gripping the couch cushion as your whole body tensed. he was going at it like a starved dog, his tongue greedily lapping up all your juuices as he tossed the leftover fabric of your panties to the side, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he flicked his tongue over your puffy clit.

he groaned deeply as he finally tasted you, desperate to have you. his pulsating cock twitched in his pants, begging to be let free. he bucked his hips into the air, moving against anything he could. “you taste so good, baby…” he muttered into your pussy, moving a hand down to rub quiet circles on your clit.

you tossed your head back in pleasure, grinding against his face as he found the perfect rhythm between his tongue and his fingers. he jutted his tongue in and out of your hole, hasilty bringing a hand down to his sweatpants and needily palming himself through the plush fabric. the contact made his vision go starry, the abundance of pleasure doing wonderful things to his head.

he snaked his hand into his pants, whipping out his precum-glazed cock. the tip was red and swollen from being neglected for so long. he gave himself a few lazy strokes, more focused on your right then than anything else. 

his tongue ventured deep inside of your hole, desperate to taste every fold and crevice. you were sure that he wasn’t even breathing at this point. he was completely drunk off the taste of your body. he pumped his cock at a more rapid pace, feeding his moans into your core and sending powerful vibrations through you.

the base of his hand slapped against his balls each time he went back down, his thumb ghosting against his tip when he came back up again. the living room filled with the succulent noises of him devouring you like your were his last meal.

your back arched as he suckled your hard pearl between his lips. you attempted to rise up from his face to let him have a breath of air, but he gripped you even tighter. “c’mon baby, i’m not done yet…” he had your cum pouring down his neck, grool bubbling from his lips and nostrils. he was making an absolute mess of you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

his hips violently thrusted into his fist as the sounds of your moans and whimpers fueled his desire even more. he growled into you, eating you up like a starved predator who had finally caught its prey. your legs clenched aorund his head, nearly suffocating him. you rode his face rapidly, tits bouncing through your tank top.

the sight from above made him run wild. he moved his hand from your hip, sneaking it under your shirt and starting to knead your breasts, toying with your hard nipples.

you were so close to reaching such a satisfying climax. every nerve in your body was responding to his intimate touch, never wanting him to stop. your hands grabbed his hair as the band in your stomach snapped, utnring you into a screamed mess as thick white liquid cascaded out of your pussy.

he hungrily lapped up every last drop, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. his cock had ejaculated hot strings of cum so far that they had hit your back, painting you like a piece of art. he took his time finished you off like the last scoop of a sweet dessert before finally letting you off his face. as you got back to your feet, he sat up and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, feeding your cum into your mouth and groaning softly. “...see how good you taste, my love..?”

your lips began to swell at how deeply he took you in, the heat in your body reaching an all time high. after several long minutes, he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting you two before breaking. he looked down, seeing the cummy mess on his t-shirt. but it was nothing compared to what streamed down his neck. you giggled softly, patting him on the cheek. “such a messy boy…”

he stood up from the couch, picking up your shorts for you. “how about we take this date night to the shower? would you like that, baby?” you smiled, nodding as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. he walked away with you, a smle on his face and a sticky mess flowing down your inner thighs.

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