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Dating Delphine Cormier Would Include...

Requested by anon: Can you do a dating Delphine Cormier would include? 🌈❤️

  • Delphine is such a soft girlfriend
  • Literally she will go to any length to make sure you’re taken care of
    • Lots of cuddles and food
    • Makes sure you eat when you’re sick
  • She likes speaking French when the two of you are together because she knows you think it’s hot
  • Helping her with her research when she’s stuck on something
  • Visiting her at work when you know that she’s busy at work and not eating
  • She’s taller than you so be prepared for her to put her hands on your face when she kisses you
  • Lots of making out in her office
  • When you get sick be prepared for Delphine to go into full on doctor mode
    • After taking care of you she’ll always cuddle you with her head on your chest
  • Delphine wants to do everything with you so there’s a lot of traveling involved
  • Always holding hands
  • When the two of you get home Delphine turns into a koala girlfriend
    • Always cuddling you for warmth
  • She always likes to just look at you when you’re doing something because she thinks you’re the most beautiful person on the planet
  • The two of you are always touching each other somehow because Delphine feels safe whenever she’s with you

Not wanting any competition Becca started to drain her friends assets. Her bikini top strained as her already DD titties grew to FF, but the real story was her growing ass. The friend had a amazing ass like hers but she was slowly taking it. As she grew she also grew taller, pushing her friend into the wall of the bathroom and crushing her. She must have made some noise since a hotel employee came into her room asking her if everything was ok. This employee was more stacked then her friend, her bra visible through her outfit as her F cup tits pushed outwards. Her ass straining her work shorts, “you’ll make a fine addition like my friend here did” Becca said whole walking towards the employee.

A Non-Cannon Head Cannon

|| Whilst joking around about head canons, I got inspired to write this little bit of this little bit– and another NCHC that I’ll end up posting at some point. The following is not cannon at all! ||

She was born of dusk but raised in sand.

At some point in her youth, she had been abandoned by not one, but two fathers– or so that was how her mother told it, and her father never seemed to protest the sentiment. 

It was uncertain to Eilonwy if Kurel loved her mother or if Eilithe had loved him in return, and over the years they spent together she had learned to place things like love down her list of priorities. For whatever reason the two had presented in a sort of regal union for twenty some years. Regardless of his feelings for her mother or the lack of, at some point over those years she had become An’Diel. 

She was taller than her mother by a mere inch, a perfect stepping stone between Eilithe and Kurel’s height. Kurel’s training had made her solid– added a few scars though she had many years ahead to add to the collection. Rather it was her ‘heathen’ roots in Dead Sun, or her ‘father’s’ Tanari influence, Eilonwy’s beauty was wrapped up in a fierce rugged look. Thin dreads made up her hair, which stayed pulled back- and practical leathers she never seemed to take off. As though she was the perfect blend of Duskbringer and An’Diel, she carried one dagger and one sword.

Originally posted by mynerdcorneroftheworld


Clank. Clank. Schhling. 
The sound of metal against metal was intermittent with the loud shouts which could only be compared to a war cry. She had her mother’s fury. Her father’s recklessness. 

Eilonwy was on the attack, sword, dagger, sword, dagger- she was relentless. After all this time no one knew if the old bastard really could not see. The way Eilonwy laid into him, she certainly did not seem to care. Each blow was defended, making her more angry- making her strikes more furious. Until she let out a grunt and thrust kicked square into Kurel’s chest sending him into the sand on the beaches of Dead Sun. It was immediately followed by a forceful lunge of her dagger- which  she stopped centimeters from his jugular. 

Her chest was heaving  before she finally split a grin. She was waiting for his word. 

Its better,” he said, not in any particularly approving tone. 

She sheathed the dagger, squatted beside him. A chuckle, no a snicker came from her throat. “I think you mean, ‘good job’. That would have killed you, An’da.” 

Woul’ it?” The shit eating grin had not changed.

At that moment the shadows melted behind Eilowny and a hard thrust kick sent her reeling into the sand. Eilithe’s hand extended to Kurel’s, helping the man to his feet- a stare down at the girl from them both. 

Watch for finger wigglers an’ spooks like your mother.” 

Eilithe and Kurel extended a hand to the girl in the dirt, her mother’s voice was almost cold. “If you are to inherit our empire you must keep getting stronger.”

@kurel-andiel

They deserved to reunite in s2!!!! like wtf were they not back on the balmera planet together in s2??!?!?!! @ dreamworks… explain

This is me coping with the fact that it did not happen lol <333

knitting a blanket & suddenly not sure how big blankets are supposed to be. 12 feet across? 15??
There’s another way of reading Anne of Green Gables, and that’s to assume that the true central character is not Anne, but Marilla Cuthbert. Anne herself doesn’t really change throughout the book. She grows taller, her hair turns from ‘carrots’ to 'a handsome auburn’, her clothes get much prettier, due to the spirit of clothes competition she awakens in Marilla, she talks less, though more thoughtfully, but that’s about it. As she herself says, she’s still the same girl inside. Similarly, Matthew remains Matthew, and Anne’s best chum Diana is equally static. Only Marilla unfolds into something unimaginable to us at the beginning of the book. Her growing love for Anne, and her growing ability to express that love - not Anne’s duckling-to-swan act - is the real magic transformation. Anne is the catalyst who allows the crisp, rigid Marilla to finally express her long-buried softer human emotions. At the beginning of the book, it’s Anne who does all the crying; by the end of it, much of this task has been transferred to Marilla. As Mrs Rachel Lynde says, 'Marilla Cuthbert has got mellow. That’s what.’
—  Margaret Atwood [x]

So, I did some height comparison stuff with the reapers and this is what I came up with