#delphie

[nekobungi]

20th November, The Transgender Day of Remembrance

[pixeldistractions]

intermission: cleaning out the pipes

You get paid to unclog the toilet, not to ask what clogged it up in the first place. Try not to look. You really don’t want to know what’s in there.

Jordan never went to college himself. Having little experience about what goes on in these college dorms, he just assumed those wild college frat house movies were far-fetched. But then he hears giggles and moans from the room next door, and he wonders how terribly authentic they might be.

Excuse me, you’re doing what?!? With how many boys?!? Quiet little Melissa Fortney from Lakeside Heights? Shy bug girl who had a crush on Beau Jackson and only first learned about sex from Summer Phoenix at the cafeteria lunch table freshman year???

It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?

“We’re just messing around,” she says. “Nothing serious.”

Also, panties collection! 😱😆☠️

Jordan hurries downstairs to work on the dorm kitchen instead. Surely nobody is having sex in the kitchen. Surely! Right? Surely he can finish his work unnoticed. Right?

While there’s nothing obscene happening in this kitchen, yet, Delphie Deppiesse is utterly awestruck. She’s harmless, no worries. Valedictorian of her high school class and certified kindness ambassador, her thoughts are chaste, mostly. But she is overwhelmed with the desire to give this man everything he needs… except the space to do his work.

“Hi, we really appreciate your work here. Oh, I bet it’s really hard. (Delphie is far too virginal to even snicker over her use of the word “hard.”) Can I get you a cup of coffee? Can I hold your wrench? I’m eighteen now, by the way, in case you were wondering.”

Jordan wasn’t wondering. At all.

“Excuse me, um, don’t step in that puddle. I’m not insured for student deaths, I don’t think.”

Melissa joins Delphie in her admiration party, still smelling of saliva and other unmentionable fluids because she couldn’t have had the time for even a quick shower.

Didn’t you get your fill upstairs? we might ask.

Hardly, she thinks. Those college boys don’t really know what they’re doing. Melissa has a taste for older men. Men who know how to use their hands. Case in point: Hudson.

Somewhere in a far-off land called their fevered girlish imaginations, a scene unfolds:

His shirt, a size too small, pulls tight across his shoulders and biceps. The shirt is missing a few too many buttons. Torn buttons, actually, destroyed in a fit of passion, revealing a peek of chest hair and begging to be torn the whole way down to reveal the endless wonders beneath.

“Mmm, is that a wrench in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?” the girls ask.

And he says, “I couldn’t leave without making sure everybody’s pipes were cleaned.”

“Whew,” Melissa swoons, “I gotta go write something down.”

“Wait,” Delphie says, “Can I read it?”

So the girls run off upstairs to write a smutty fic and post it on Pillowfort where it will become viral for a few hours, and a small corner of the internet will simultaneously pleasure themselves over visions of a rugged blond plumber.

Finally, Jordan is left to finish his work day in peace, slightly scandalized, thinking, “Two-thousand dollars… two-thousand dollars… two-thousand dollars…”

Until Austin emerges from where he was watching, astounded at how thirsty those girls got over some overalls and a tool belt. And how many chicks could he score with a Halloween costume like that!?!

“Dude, can I, like, buy your outfit?” Austin asks. “I’ll give you twenty bucks for it? Twenty bucks! Man, come on!”

The clock strikes five and it’s clean-up time.

Go home, Jordan. We won’t judge you if you want to run.

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[coruscantiprincess]

Meet Delphie, one of the OC from a story I have going around in my head, but probably won't have much time to focus on until summer

[payenapwof]

My beautiful oc Delphinium, designed by @/saturnzloops ! I got her from a DTA

[ourlordapollo]

The zoo in my hometown posted this picture of one of their cheetah cubs and I'm obsessed

HIS NAME IS YAM ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDINF ME

[clawsou]

[Transformers: More Than Meets the Eye JRPG: Visuals]

Credits to the people I have commissioned:

ALL PIXEL ART and ANIMS: @hewwo-tehbing

Char Profile Colours: @klaudia96art

PHARMA VOICE: Tonezone

JRPGs are rich in story and visual as a game genre at a low development cost. I sincerely hope that More Than Meets the Eye can be adapted into my favourite game genre.

[allthingseurope]

Delphi, Greece (by Victor)

[ari-larsen]

Lottie as the Oracle of Delphi, inspired by Fey Fire’s Yellowjackets mythology iceberg on youtube

I fell like i’m on the verge of artistic burn out because of the school project, I had to take a break and make something purely for myself. I’m rewatching yellowjackets with @sweetsmile4 and I realised i’ve never made proper fanart of it and I love the show?? I had so much fun drawing it so I also included a speedpaint :>

[pharmasurgical]

I saw the post and this came to mind...

[wojakgallery]

The Oracle of Delphi Wojak

Wojak Art:

Possibly based on the painting below, "Priestess of Delphi" (1891) by John Collier

Title/Name: The Oracle of Delphi Wojak Known As: The Oracle of Delphi was an institution in Ancient Greece, dedicated to the god Apollo. Only one priestess operated at Delphi at any one time, and the name given to her was 'the Pythia'. The woman gave up her own name when she became priestess. The Temple of Apollo was at Delphi, on the slopes of Mount Parnassus in Greece. According to legend, the god answered questions through the medium of the priestess, who was famous for her ambiguous predictions. Scholars from time to time have suggested that burning Oleander or volcanic gases played their part in her strange utterings. Wojak Series: Doomer Girl (Variant) Wojak image by:  Unknown, possibly 'elysianenchant' from Twitter/X (but this account no longer exists). PNG version found [Here]. Wojak image submitted by: wrenchwenches on Tumblr Main Tag: Oracle of Delphi Wojak

[snototter]

A large pod of common dolphins (Delphinus delphis) breaching in Baja, Mexico

by Tim Melling

[nekobungi]

My husband and I were arguing over which girls have d*cks and how big they are

[pixeldistractions]

Sierra Nova University kids, October 2088. Four of these girls have known each other since Lakeside Heights Middle School days. We also have Raquel, Sarah’s girlfriend, and Austin, a boy who doesn’t go here that Dakota sort of adopted.

From the left: Delphie (18), Sarah (20), Raquel (22), Melissa (21), Dakota (18) and Austin (18).

We’re going to need to catch up with these guys soon. But first, since this is a college town and I need some extras running around, you may see them out partying in the background. “Nerds stay on campus,” Dakota says. (Her sister is a nerd, too.)

I have some really fun things planned for these guys, but *sigh* too many stories and not enough time. Soon.

[rebelliousdandy]

[houseofmarcella]

dear god Albus Potter do you utterly haunt my thoughts

Just… Albus in the cursed child, for as mixed as people seem to be on it… Albus as the certified middle child who doesn’t have the cloak, doesn’t have the map, who doesn’t even have a family name?

Can you imagine little Al (not yet Albus because that’s a name he truly goes by once he has Scorpius) tucking himself into the cracks of the door as he hears his parents talking, hears his dad say it would have been better to know they were having two boys so they could have just called him Sirius

Al, getting teased by his invisible brother, yet seeing so distinctly that his father chose James over him for their family legacy

Al, who grew up on the filtered advice of a distant, out of reach mentor who he could never live up to. Not like James with his fun, his humor, or Lily with her love and her girlhood.

(Albus, who will hear Cedric called the spare and understand far too well what it’s like to be of secondary importance)

Al, who out of all his siblings looks the most like his father, a reflection to every family friend of what harry went through and an eternal reminder to himself and the world that he will always be his father’s legacy (he will look in the mirror for most of his adult life and see his father before he sees himself)

Al, age 11, seeking comfort on the train platform as everything changes around him and getting another lecture about bravery that he doesn’t feel he has

Al becoming Albus on that train, when the boy who would become the most important person in his life actually asks him, asks him what he wants to be called

Albus, under the sorting hat, struggling but thinking about who he wants to be outside of his family’s legacy and getting put in Slytherin for it

Albus, who grew up on war stories and hogwarts hyjinks staying up half his first night because he’s afraid of his peers, but doesn’t want them to know that because he so desperately and conflictingly wants to both fit in and stand out

Albus, who is bad at flying, humiliating himself in front of his peers, because he isn’t harry but isn’t Quidditch player Ginny either… Albus, who all the adults see as Harry’s extension; Albus, who struggles with charms like Lily never will, who can barely make his matchstick silver under the blue eyed portrait in the room, who struggles to parse through the moving and unequal words of wizarding textbooks, who attracts bullies like flies and doesn’t yet have his mother’s hexes to fight back

Albus, struggling to write that first letter home, to tell his parents and little sister that he’s different from them; Albus who doesn’t even get to tell them because James tells them first

Albus, who doesn’t get a green scarf and hat until after the first snow, unable to parse if it’s the color, the fact that he’s the second born, or maybe just that it’s him that made it come later than James’ had

Albus, who goes back home for Christmas and faces his father’s disapproval for befriending a Malfoy, his father’s distrust and attempts to assure his morality for befriending someone harry assumes cruel and antagonistic

Albus, having to hold awkward conversation with Rose and Ron and Hermione, because neither of the kids want their parents to know they’re not talking (they find out eventually, and though they’re nice about it, Albus knows they’ll always put Rose’s feelings first)

Albus, who is suddenly assumed more malicious and problem causing than he ever was before, who suddenly is seen as a prime person to scot the blame off to when things go wrong

Albus, who gets chosen after his sister (“just like her mother!”) during the family quidditch match; who gets meaningful looks from his Uncle Percy; whose Christmas sweaters are no longer red but never green; who suddenly cant seem to talk to his uncle ron anymore, someone who used to understand what it was like to be James’ brother

Albus potter who stradles the line of too Potter for Slytherin and too Slytherin for his family.

Albus Potter, who’s ambition has been squashed out by bullies and disregard and distrust, struggling to find his identity in a house and world that is still in the midst of undoing decades as an indoctrination machine…

[demonic0angel]

When Babs started dating Tucker, she didn't think the biggest obstacle would be having to constantly stop him from hacking off his limbs so he could make himself a cyborg. His friends are no help in this regard, they think it's hilarious.

Tucker: "Babe, it's not what you think!"

Danny: *Holding a saw* "It's a little bit what she thinks."

Barbara took a deep breath. Then she closed her eyes and counted to ten backwards. Still closing her eyes, she said, “I’m going to wheel myself back out and when I come back in, this scene better be gone.”

She silently went backwards and closed the door, counted to thirty amongst the loud crashing noises and cursing, before she knocked curtly and then opened the door again, where the room was now relatively back to normal with her boyfriend and his best friend smiling at her nervously, hiding a saw behind his back.

Barbara turned to look at Tucker.

For a moment, neither of them said anything until Tucker broke and started whining. “But baaaabbbbeee! Aren’t cyborgs cool?”

Barbara slapped her forehead in exhaustion.

“Tucker! Replacing your limbs with metal is not cool!!” She glared at Danny. “And you! You should know better than to encourage him!”

Danny laughed nervously. “He… he was very persuasive?”

Tucker snorted. “Yeah, because I offered to give you pictures of—”

Thunk!

A batarang sank into the ground at their feet. Both Tucker and Danny were clutching at each other and shivering like chihuahuas left in the rain. Barbara grit her teeth. Sometimes, she wondered why she was a magnet for younger lovers.

“Tucker. I didn’t want to tell you this, but I’m afraid I have to. We already have a black cyborg. And he’s an actual, serious cyborg and part of the Teen Titans. His name is Victor Stone, look him up. So you can’t become another cyborg, we already have one.”

Tucker fell to his hands and knees in despair with a mournful wail. Barbara turned to Danny with vengeance in her eyes. “And you! Stay away from the Batkids! Or god forbid, I’m telling your sister!”

“What?!” Danny shrieked as he too, fell to his hands and knees in horror.

Barbara rolled her eyes at the two overdramatic divas on the floor.

Sometimes, she almost wanted to ask Jazz or Sam how they were able to survive these two for so long. Those women were probably saints of some kind.