#Delilah cr

[dylbydoodles]

Matilda’s Lament

[blorbologist]

Delilah listening to the Gnarlrock talk, Apogee Solstice deets, all SORTS of opportunities to nab power:

[school-zones]

Delilah is back.. so Imogen must stabby stab

[soaring-trash]

Love is warmth.

[floweroflaurelin]

Huevember day 10: The Patron

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Let’s do terrible and beautiful things.

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I’M STILL REELING FROM LAST NIGHT’S EPISODE I had something totally different planned for Day 10 and I shoved it to the side and made this instead. Shaking and screaming,, I’m just lucky the colour of Delilah’s influence is green…. Losing my mind over here

[mintywolf]

"Will you hold me?"

"Always."

[elzorton]

broken heart, broken mind

or just an excuse to draw some witches

[viridializard]

always watching

[clar-a-m]

we'll see them again this week <3

[its-your-mind]

Bell’s Hells as textposts 12/???

[nezumidou]

When the "protégé" of the wizard you kicked out of your exclusive club decades ago successfully counterspells your 9th level spell.

[wizardofsleep]

Laura Bailey and Delilah Briarwood are like the nemesis version of soulmates, a red string of fate connects them except Laura is using it to strangle Delilah

[blorbologist]

My heart's a vessel for ill intent

Goodness, to think half her life had been spent as a figment of the imagination. A specter haunting the most unconventional of houses.

Was it any surprise, after so long, that she had grown fond of her dwelling?

Ba-dump.

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Delilah's relationships are usually cut and dry: Sylas, her beloved, and all the people she can use or remove to ensure his good health. Things become a little more complicated once she finds herself in Laudna's head, responsible for her heartbeat.

It was a terrible chore, keeping the girl’s heart beating. A thankless task. Delilah’s fingers – what she imagined of them – would pluck a nerve like a mandolin's string to jar the thing into convulsing. Pinched that little nerve, sometimes, if she was irritated. Just squeezed the whole heart (a light flex of the atria, clench her fist around the ventricles) if she wanted to be more involved. 

 

Ba-dump.  

 

Thrice a minute, for thirty years. Four-thousand three-hundred and twenty beats a day. She’d count them, sometimes, when Laudna was especially boorish. If she did the figures, it was something akin to a million and a half beats per year. Multiplied by thirty, and she was fairly certain her host’s head would spin on her behalf. 

 

The most aggravating part of it all was that it was no reflex, not even after three decades. No respite. The interruption to her internal monologue, once every ten-to-thirty seconds (forgive her the errors, she was only human after all)- 

 

Ba-dump.  

 

- made maintaining her train of thought a touch... difficult. 

(Keep reading on AO3!)

[pocketgalaxies]

C3E86 || C3E89

[thewhalelord]

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

[eldritchpalette]

I screamed at the television.