#delphine: 001

[makaylahoffmann]

Who: @delphinehawthorne and Mack

Where: A building somewhere downtown

Already running late to an appointment, Mack just made it into the elevator on the first floor before the doors closed in. It was an empty elevator save for one person other than Mack. Smiling and mouthing the word 'sorry' to whom she probably just inconvenienced, she didn't happen to notice who that person was. Of course it had to be someone she didn't get along with, someone she saw right through. "Delphine," she said with a nod, her tone dripping with a fake sense of happiness. As the elevator ascended, Mack pulled out her phone to text her husband, letting him know of her current situation. She was about to hit send when there was a rumble and the elevator stopped. Looking up, she saw that the doors were closed and they wouldn't budge. "What the hell?" She asked and went to take a look.

[moorliit]

starter status: closed for @lilyofthevvlley (alaric x delphine) location: the beach - their special little spot

as much as they loved their life at see, loved being back home, walking on the hot sand and being on the other side of things for a time - no matter how long or short. the other part of it was getting to see della. "and here i thought the sun was going to go down before i got to see you," he called out as he leaned up from where he had been laying and looked in delphine's direction. "i think this might be the first time i've beaten you to our spot once the ship's docked..."

[saulweissberg]

availability / @delphinesaintmleux setting / saul's office, the weissberg law firm. timeline / monday, september 23rd, 2024 at 9:30 am.

it was incredibly routine, but one of his favorite parts of the job: meeting with a prospective new client. when he was a younger lawyer, there was a sharper drive to build his client base. he worked tirelessly—sacrificing his first marriage and relationship with his son—to rub shoulders with the right people, win over doubting senior staff, and hunt for rich clients willing to take a chance on a kid straight out of law school. there had been a ferocious hunger within his heart back then, willing to stay up all night in seedy clubs to keep a client and attend to every task the partners put before him. it was hard, hard work, but it had soon paid off. he was divorced at twenty-five and he only saw his son on the weekends, but professionally, he had made it. saul proved he had the mettle to go all the way. and he had. his client base in manhattan consisted mainly of the elite and the occasional pro bono case to prove he still had a heart, and he could physically swim in the amount of money he made every year.

he gave all that up for blue harbor. for thalia, though he hesitated to put any of it on her—for her sake. the location had been for her, but saul had been slowing down in the last decade. he became the partner that the junior associates and college interns yearned to impress. his client base was steel-solid and he thoroughly enjoyed collecting their retainer fees, but it had reasonably stagnated; new cases were given to new lawyers, wanting to prove their mettle, unless a rich client requested saul specifically. his name wasn’t included on the sign that read wachtell, lipton, rosen & katz, but being a non-equity partner had been enough for him for a very long time. not for forever, however. thalia had planted the seed about starting his own firm, though it had increasingly become a subconscious, secret desire, and his protégée was soon leaving his nest for another firm in the uk. why not give it all up for blue harbor? why not regain the hunger of a young lawyer and build his practice from the ground up?

why not? because, as it turned out, it would end his marriage. just like with terry and cassie, among other factors, his job trumped his spouse and anyone else in the world. it was in a different capacity, starting a firm instead of starting his career, but in some ways it was even worse. he had to work not only to build his client base, but to do it quickly in order to keep the lights on. to not fail before he even really started. now, three years later, his firm was thriving—he lost a lawyer in theodora, but gained one in berenice—and his client base was steadily building. it would never rival the one he had in manhattan, but the specialization of divorce was eternally fruitful, and he began to take on more estate and custody cases to pad out his clientele. his personal life crumbled—his son left, theo left, all three ex-wives lived in the same town with varying degrees of bitterness towards him—while his professional life soared, and he had come to accept that was just the sacrifice he made to be a lawyer. 

so, another day, another meeting! delphine saint mleux was a name that anyone who was anyone in certain social circles recognized, and seeing it listed on his schedule nearly knocked him back. what business could the ceo of serres communications possibly have in blue harbor? if he hadn’t valued client—even prospective clients—confidentiality, he would have contacted a few of his buddies in chicago that he knew worked on her embezzlement case for some information (and gossip). curious like he always was, he had eagerly awaited their meeting. sitting behind his desk, he rose instantly when the door opened and his new intern announced the arrival of ms. saint mleux. saul extended his hand in greeting. “good morning, ms. saint mleux. how are you?”

[ricketybcnts]

“I know your uncles… Did ye think I speak to you in a perpetual hush just because you take my breath away?” Normally, Mordaunt would not flirt so openly with Princess Delphine, but he wanted a quick change of mood and that was easily achieved with a million-watt grin and a cheeky comment to a royal…

One he could trust, anyway.

A pause, a long one. Delphine's eyes look deep into Gilmary's wanting nothing more than to try to understand his words. Things were changing. Times were changing. The young people of the kingdom knew this, but the older members did not want to admit that things could change for the better. Things could be easier.

"If you were to say those things in front of my uncles, well ... they'd have your head on a spike." she was being honest but she squeezes his hand. "I believe that you can do whatever you put your mind to, Gilmary." she would say, nodding. "Sorcery it may not be but that doesn't mean that people will not be wary of it."

[c0rmier]

VERSES -- CONTINUOUSLY UPDATED !

note : in my main verses, delphine is either dating or married to cosima. that said, i am open to most shipping, but it'll be placed in a different verse, unless otherwise plotted. ( please do not feel pressured to ship if you play cosima ! this is just a personal preference. )

001. MAIN VERSE : takes place after the events of orphan black. delphine is living and working in toronto, canada with her wife. she works as a professor at the university of toronto and is trying to leave dyad and project leda in the past. tag.

002. IT IS PERSONAL : set during season two, most of delphine's days are spent in the lab, or split between cosima and aldous leekie. her loyalty is to curing cosima before anything else, and there's absolutely nobody that can get in her way. tag.

003. DYΛD'S DOG : takes place during the events of season three. delphine has been crowned ceo of dyad institute after the tragic death of one rachel duncan. gone is her warm disposition, instead making room for a mask made of steel. tag.

004. B.C ( BEFORE CLONES ) : the job opportunity from dyad would be life-changing, delphine knew. moving to america permanently, a new apartment, a fresh start... a chance to get away from her ex-boyfriend, claude, who would sometimes leave a sniffling voicemail on her phone. as of right now, there is no clone conspiracy. just a girl and her microscope. tag.

005. CLONES... IN SPACE ! : delphine is one of few physicians on topside, a space station with a population just bordering on overflowing. the quarters are cramped at best, but delphine supposes they're better than whatever horror lies back home at earth. it's been over a hundred years since she's been on-planet, having been apart of a select number of humans to cryofreeze themselves when the station was still being built. last to unthaw, and alone in a big universe, delphine dreams of one day leaving the station behind, but this will do for now. tag.

006. SUCCESSION : delphine's father has served as editor-and-chief for atn's les temps du paris for as long as she can remember. growing up, her life was full of impromptu trips to america, sneaking cigarettes at grandiose galas, and pretending to be interested in the other kids her age. this puts her in quite the awkward position, following the acquisition of pierce global media by her company, dyad. entrusted by the owner, marion bowles, delphine finds herself back in new york; this time with many more responsibilities. tag.

[lefebvre-emilia]

Emilia was making her way around to let those know, that mattered, that she was in London. It had been some time since she had seen most of them, the last being the funeral in the summer. 

The blonde had made an appointment to see Delphine, knocking on her door a couple minutes before the scheduled time. 

“Madenmoiselle St. Clair, c’est Emilia. May I come in?”

@delphine-st-clair​

[slversoul]

FOR DELPHINE ( @perishedsoftly​ )​​

the night started off fine. no different than any other night. that was until they caught a flash of a familiar head of hair around the corner. they chalked it up to a trick of the light, and turned back to the conversation at hand, not thinking of it again. the second time was harder to pass off. a flash of her face in the corner of their eye. there was no easy explanation this time. they hadn’t thought of her in ages, did anything but think about the past, always pushing forward. now face-to-face with her in a quiet corner of the kitchen, it became clear to them what was happening. “i’m being haunted.” words stated plainly. no greeting. no apology. rather, something that felt like a simple statement on their part. 

[annelouiseoosterhuis]

anne-louise took instant notice of the older blonde the moment she walked into the bar. she possessed everything that anne-louise had lacked: poise, grace, elegance. a sense of confidence that, even at the age of thirty-five, anne-louise did not have. could not have, maybe. certainly not the regular clientele of o'shea's, too classy for the likes of weaver ridge. she shrunk under the patron’s direct gaze, a tinge of blush coloring her cheeks. “sorry,” anne-louise sheepishly apologized, wringing her hands together. she hadn’t meant to be so possessive over the jukebox, but her fifteen year tenure at o’shea’s made the bar feel more like home than her actual home—a notion she wasn’t sure if she should be sad about or not—and it left her occasionally bratty about the music. “you’d be surprised how many people haven’t.” anne-louise remarked shyly, slightly giggling as if it wasn’t the absolute truth. it only got worse, too, instead of better. if she didn’t need the bartending gig to supplement her income, she would’ve quit years ago. she had tried to quit, but crawled right back after receiving her first paycheck from the local school district. unless teachers were suddenly paid better, o’shea’s would continue to be her home away from home. anne-louise wasn’t exactly surprised that the older woman hadn’t heard the current song before, as she seemed to be around her moms’ age. “carly rae jepsen!” she supplied the name happily, “she’s a canadian artist that a lot of people think is a one-hit wonder—call me maybe, you might remember it—but her whole discography is a lot more varied than just that.”

It wasn't liquid courage to face her wife and having been served divorce papers some time back that brought Delphine to the pub. Heartache was the driving force here. An establishment such as this wasn't one she'd stepped foot in for many years and so far she was enjoying the establishment. The distraction of noise — the music, the conversations, movements of patrons — was a reprieve from all that swarmed her head. So close and yet so far away from Valentine here in their hometown of Blue Harbor her mind for once wasn't turning over and over on business related things. As much as Delphine could let it linger, the marriage or lack thereof at the time, she couldn't hold up Val's life any longer. It was time to figure out how this would end. She'd moved from her lonely booth, a place the notorious CEO and billionaire had tucked herself away into, and headed for the jukebox. Fleetwood Mac felt like a much needed sound. While she had only started to peruse the collection available on the machine Delphine turned to the young woman that's called her out. "I'd never change a song midway through," she promised. A music lover to her core Delphine found a way to appreciate most anything. "I was brought up with some manners," she lightly joked. The blonde speaking to her looked so similar to a younger version of herself. Of course she'd famously been redheaded at the assumed age of the bartender. "Just looking at the catalogue. I think I've had pubs wrong my whole life," the beginnings of a jest, "never thought I'd hear music like this in one. Who is this? It's refreshing to hear a new voice."

[johndaltcn]

STARTER FOR: @dclphinedupont​ LOCATION: Harris House. TIME: 11:30PM. EVENT: Devil’s Night at the Harris House.

After a couple hours of candy, mingling, and dancing, John takes it upon himself to get some fresh air. He finds solace in the front of the Harris House where patrons also looking for quiet smoke cigarettes and gaze at the moon. One man is dressed as some kind of detective (which isn’t the best idea in this town) while another is in a makeshift skeleton costume made out of construction paper and black clothing. John has to applaud the artistry, at least.

A cigarette of his own is plucked from his pack then. He cups the flame from his lighter with his palm, blowing smoke into the air soon after. “Someone inside tried requesting a slow song,” He says to the blonde beside him, laughter lacing through his words. “I don’t know if that’s how these parties work. Though, I would be interested in seeing the man dressed as a gorilla slow dance with his partner who’s dressed as Wonder Woman to some random Ed Sheeran song.”

[finngineering]

Fmk: Clara, Delphine, Siren

Alright so I’m real fucking scared of EVERYONE on this list, let’s make that shit clear right off the bat. They could all kill me. Easily. And I could do nothing but stand there and take it. And I’m afraid to say I’d kill any of them because the truth of it is I could try but they’d kill me instead!

But if I had to I’d marry Siren, fuck Clara, and kill Delphine mostly because I’d feel bad doing anything else to my cousins GF.

[ehrxeiz-blog]

you’re sick as your secrets. || Icarus&Delphine || FLASHBACK

@devilishxdelphine​

                                    T E A C H E R ‘S     R O O M                                                     9:37 PM                                                       2024

   – ( ;; ✥ Icarus era o último a sair naquele dia. Lia com atenção os livros que arrumara na biblioteca para terminar de fazer as provas do NIEM. Por mais que professor não fosse o seu real emprego, e, portanto, não precisava exatamente esforçar-se por ele, tinha mania de ter perfeição em tudo o que fazia -- mesmo que fosse fazer uma simples prova para uma grande maioria de alunos que sequer se importava. Sendo assim, juntando seu perfeccionismo com suas obrigações (não queria ser demitido, também), trabalhara até tarde naquelas questões, e sequer vira o tempo passar. Ao olhar para a janela e ver o breu que o céu tinha se tornado, Fortescue guardou suas anotações em sua bolsa transversal de couro, junto com suas penas e os outros livros que pegara emprestado da biblioteca. A sua prova seria muito difícil aquele ano, mas com certeza seria bem feita.

    Sorriu, satisfeito. Tinha sido um dia bom, aquele. Teve poucas aulas, usou uma delas para fazer uma rápida revisão com os alunos -- simplesmente porque tinha acordado com bom-humor --, e depois ficou enfurnado na sala dos professores trabalhando. Terminara tudo, enfim; e agora poderia curtir o final de semana em Hogsmeade, beber um pouco, sair com alguns colegas, deitar-se com alguém, relaxar. Afinal de contas, todas as suas entregas de poções proibidas já tinham sido devidamente feitas, então pegaria aqueles dois dias de folga para curtir um pouco e liberar todo aquele estresse por qual já era conhecido. Puxou a bolsa, colocou-a no ombro, e abriu a porta da sala, rumo a sua liberdade.

    No entanto, quem aparecera por ali fora uma figura ligeiramente conhecida.

    Era a professora nova, Delphine D’Orleans. Ela chegara naquela semana, e antes dava aula em Beauxbatons, lhe avisaram. Ele não poderia dar a mínima para uma professora nova a mais ou a menos, mas aquela em especial lhe chamara a atenção. Não por algo que ela tenha feito ou dito (na verdade, eles nunca tinham conversado), mas sim pelos comentários sobre ela na Cabeça de Javali, enquanto Icarus, em outro final de semana como aquele, bebia em paz com um amigo antigo da faculdade, que viera da França para visitá-lo.

“ Ike, Ike. Você ainda dá aula em Hogwarts, não dá, Ike? “ “ Pois é. “ “ Rapaz, fiquei sabendo que chegou uma professora nova lá. Uma tal de Delphine-alguma-coisa...” “ Ué. E daí? “ “ Ela dava aula em Beauxbatons! “ o amigo de sotaque forte bateu a mão na mesa, feliz pela relembrança. “ Antes de eu vir estudar com você, cara, eu via ela por lá. Não como professora, claro, mas eu cheguei a conhecer ela... “ “ Quer que eu apresente os antigos amigos? “ “ Não, cara, não. Me escuta. Essa mulher é casada, mas nem ela e nem o marido são muito fiéis um ao outro, sabe? E são podres de ricos. Mas sshhhh. Não pode falar pra ninguém que um trai o outro, mesmo que todo mundo saiba. É falta de educação. “ “ Eu não vejo o motivo da fofoca. “ “ Eu também não! “ e levantou o copo de cerveja no ar, com as bochechas mais vermelhas que o normal. Icarus riu da cena; seu amigo estava completamente alcoolizado, e aquele tipo de baboseira já era o esperado de um ébrio. “ Um brinde, Ike! A você, à Delphine, e a todos os matrimônios que não dão certo! “ Icarus abriu um sorriso torto. Enfim levantou seu copo também. “ Um brinde. “

    Então era ela a dona da fofoca do bar. Arqueou as sobrancelhas por vê-la e a lembrança vier tão rápido. Entortou a cabeça para o lado, como se a perguntasse o porquê de estar ali, e piscou algumas vezes, confuso pelo mesmo motivo. Por fim, apenas puxou ligeiramente o canto dos lábios para cima, em um ínfimo sorriso.

    ❛❛ Boa noite. Delphine, não é? ❜❜ perguntou, mais para a confirmação do que já sabia do que por qualquer coisa. ❛❛ Seja bem-vinda à Hogwarts. ❜❜

[moonreflected-a]

“i’m sure you’ll understand any hesitance to trust you fully,  delphine,”   her poker face is excellent,  cultivated over so many years of hiding,  and running,  and protecting her own.   “my family is what’s most important to me,  you see,  and i can’t risk anything happening to them.” 

@coeurdechiot   |   siobhan & delphine   |   sc (closed).

[archivestoriescrafted]

“i just think we could use a day away from clone curing,  y’know?  it’s been sort of a MARATHON.  we could use some time for just us  ---  a break,”   @coeurdechiot   //   sc.

[c0rmier]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒.

# C0RMIER : DELPHINE CORMIER of bbc's ORPHAN BLACK. monitored by jaime ( 21+, any pronouns ). UNDER HEAVY CO.

[ ... ] 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

dossier. verses. starter / plotting calls. blog roll : @account4nt

001. this blog is ran by delphine cormier's publicist, jaime/kaz ! or that's how it feels most days. i've been writing on tumblr for... whew, 10ish years ? and am just now on this blog attempting to use the beta editor, so please be patient with me while i figure that out.

002. i've been writing delphine since i believe 2014/2015, therefore my portrayal is very headcanon-based, though mostly canon-compliant. i have NOT finished orphan black: the next chapter ( i know, i know. i'm working on it ! ) so my portrayal may deviate from time to time.

003. this blog will primarily iconless ( while i find someone to pay to make me icons ), though i do not mind if you use icons/gifs/whatever you'd like in your replies. i tend to overwrite, but i will try to match length most times !

004. i'm always open to plot or chat, and my preferred method of communication is discord. PLEASE only add me if we're mutuals, my friends list is cluttered as it is ! my user is delphinecormier.

005. i am here to have fun ! i work an exhausting job and am trying to bring back the fun i used to have writing delphine back in 2014 ! this is a no pressure zone, and my formatting will probably be pretty minimal while i get my feet wet. i don't care if you don't format at all or have the most grandiose replies of all time, i'm just here for a good time.

graphics courtesy of anyacommissions :)

[kaia-knight]

It had been days since Kaia had last seen a ghost, over a week, but Kaia still felt shaken by the apparitions. It felt like every time she closed her eyes she saw the distorted face of someone she loved. Kaia just wanted to relax and unwind, and as it was Friday that meant going to Howl and getting drunk. Walking up to the bar Kaia spotted a familiar blonde sitting alone in a nearby booth. Kaia hadn’t spoken much to Delphine before, which meant she was one of the Davenports Kaia was unsure about. Despite Gale, and Hunter, and Claire Kaia still had reservations about asking Dinah to join their pack. Jack being the main one. Not wanting to drink alone and deciding this was a good opportunity to get to know Delphine better Kaia approached the booth carrying a fishbowl with two straws. “Mind if I join you? I was taught never to drink alone and I really don’t think I should drink this all myself.” @the-darling-miss-davenport

[moorliit]

"i think it's perfectly normal to want dress up once in awhile. especially when you're wearing the same type of thing day in and day out," myth replied, smiling at delphine. "perhaps you can wear it on a date? or just a night out with some friends. i've always lived by the motto that you don't need an occasion to wear a dress like that."

with a dreamy sigh, delphine allowed herself to stare longingly at the piece in the window, wondering how it would lay against her body. "well, thank you," she said with a blush. "i don't usually venture out of my daycare worker wardrobe, but... it's not the end of the world to want to look pretty, is it?"