#c: constance

[lovxrslane]

december 25th.

lane watched the sleeping form of the older woman, eyes lingering for any signs of distress with each rise and fall of her chest. the dorm room was bordering on claustrophobic and having the drapes drawn only made it feel that much smaller. had she signed their death warrants coming here? it'd been a bad idea, there was no denying that, but had there been any other choice?

she'd had it handled.

when the armed survivors showed at the warehouse and the group scattered like mice to find cover, lane ending up alone and without a weapon and bleeding from a wound they didn't have time to stop and examine. she could handle that--it hadn't been a problem.

but then she'd found dalton (and constance, but that was of less interest) if lane was the wexley's left hand, dalton was the right, and together they were devoted to the smooth sailing of both the building and the family responsible for it. she couldn't do it without him--it simply wasn't possible. the idea of going back to the wexley without dalton was incomprehensible. there was no wexley without him.

so against better judgment, lane had came to his aid.

and as in all situations where you act selflessly, in lane's experience, the gesture tremendously backfired. dalton was dead, constance was bitten, and lane was shot. they say it comes in threes.

-

the university was a death trap. she saw no way out of it, even as lane carried constance over her shoulder and rushed through the halls to find somewhere to hide. lane had taken out one of the survivors and the rest were out for blood--hiding among the infected had seemed like the best option.

but that had been nearly 36 hours ago and now they were locked in a small room with constance wexley dying of sepsis because lane had to cut off her fucking leg and they could hear the undead shuffling the halls of the dormitory looking for them and their stomach was hurting with hunger and the prospect of dying here with constance wexley was some terrible cosmic irony.

what had she done so wrong? so she got a job with the wexley's under false pretenses. and maybe sometimes she was cold and moody to them. but she always did her job--she always went above and beyond.

fists balled tightly, lane barely resisted the urge to scream in frustration until the voice of her companion caught her attention.

"tamberlane shelley, if you don't ask soon you'll never get the chance again. i think it's time to decide if you really want your answers or not."

[darling-dearest-emi]

Emi couldn't help but laugh a bit at the observation. "Are we listing known facts?" She mused, glancing at the other woman with a glint of conspiratorial amusement in her expression. "Because we could go straight into discussing their willingness to only base their decisions on the wrong head entirely."

"Men really are senseless creatures aren't they,"

[deceasedminecraftblocks]

"When you're gay and autistic all characters are gay and autistic" have you considered they just actually are?

[feratscal]

some Mysterious Benedict Society shiz not rendered cause i couldnt be bothered, i mainly wanted to practice drawing faces ig? making the people i draw look like they do in real life, im not very good at that but i think it turned out alright!

[cern1cal0]

emile in wonderland

[monroe-might-murder]

"Pity." He raised a brow at her comment, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, I'd surely hate to be on the wrong side'a you... are we keeping an eye on Kincaid then? Because that would be one hell of a take down."

She didn’t need to see the speaker to know exactly who it was. Her gaze found him and she smiled. She wasn’t surprised to see him here.

“Rude. I was rather enjoying talking to them,” she pouted. “Oh, you are always a friend Monroe. But no, I’m afraid you’re not the friend I was speaking of,”

[crypticsketchpad]

they could be friends. somewhat

[deeskip]

Hi! I heard you were doing requests!

How about Mr. Benedict as Santa?

Bonus points for the CYMK sisters (No. 2, Rhonda, and Constance) also participating in a way

mr. benedict is the perfect santa! and no. 2 and rhonda make the perfect helper elves!

[ivy-knows-everything]

Ivy's gaze remained fixed on Marcus even after Monroe had started to move, knowing better than to look an enraged shifter in the eye. But she couldn't quite read the older warlock and it took everything in her to hold herself still under his cold stare. A waking nightmare, and one she was beginning to know all too much about. Or, hopefully, just enough.

Monroe shook with that familiar pent up anger, but he forced himself to look away from the kid. She wouldn't be injured anymore than he'd already managed today. He looked to Marcus in particular. The portal hopper was of little consequence when his real rage in the moment lied with the Archive. He let out a soft exhale that neared a grunt when Marcus' hold released, but he held his position. Bowing his head, he explained, "Only ever what was necessary, for him and pipsqueak... to keep 'em from runnin'. And it woulda been fine if Squall didn't decide to play hero for his damn boyfriend and Xavier." He fell silent again as Marcus played with Thaddeus though. He knew better than to interrupt that. And even when Marcus addressed him again, he didn't reply beyond a half nod.

Ivy squeezed Zander's shoulder, but she was still trying to catch Thaddeus' eye. She wanted to make him keep quiet, at least in the sake of not antagonizing anyone while their backs were against the wall.

It all happened very fast. From one moment to the next. Marcus waved one hand towards Monroe, using his power to stop him in his tracks. With the other hand, he caught Thaddeus by the back of his neck. He turned towards his wolf, pulling a resistance Thaddeus with him.

He cast a curious glance at the girl. Zander who still held Ophien in his lap. His lip turned up a bit. A sense of cool satisfaction seemed to wash over him then. Because even if Ivy or Zander didn’t know precisely where Xavier was. They would help him find him. Because they had to. To preserve their little family.

That would also gain him other things he wanted. Like Chance. Like Caius. Because Marcus never gave up things that belonged to him.

Marcus turned his gaze back to Monroe. Who was rippling with anger. Marcus liked anger. “Monroe…” He purred. “Is this true? Did you lay your hands so carelessly on something that was mine?” He sighed like it pained him. “And here I was about to give you this one…” he said jerking Thaddeus closer to him.

And Thaddeus had no desire to be there. So he dug his heels into the floor to hold himself still though it didn’t work. And he went tumbling into Marcus with a gasp. Marcus tsked at him in a condescending way.

Marcus returned his attention to Monroe. “When perhaps what I should do is give you to Constance to play with. You’ve been very naughty.” He released his hold on Monroe expecting him to stay put. He used his now free hand to bury his fingers in Thaddeus’ hair. Pulling his chin up so his furious blue eyes met his. “And where did your little portal take my Xavier?”

Thaddeus showed him his teeth. Ivy had told him that already. But he wasn’t going to confirm it. “Somewhere you’ll never find him!” He snapped. Which wasn’t an actual lie. He expected Desmond would have taken him somewhere else by now.

Marcus didn’t appreciate that, so he caught him under the chin in a rather demanding sort of way. “Perhaps you don’t understand the stakes here… maybe i should call Desmond back here and then make him kill you. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Zander made a strangled sound,

Marcus just smiled as the color faded from Thaddeus’ face. “Though i suppose Monroe would enjoy a nice bite out of you too. Though he’s in trouble right now, aren’t you pet?”

[sundewhasaudhd]

Ok, so, this is gonna be a MASSIVE doodle dump, cause it’s all the doodles from this school year that I didn’t post. And I’ll probably need to make a part two, cause it’s a lot. LETS GO!!!

Some of Las Nevadas being happy because goddamn they deserve it

Ricky doodles

Ocean having gay panic

Penny doodle

Constance doodle

c!Sundew doodles :D

Lords in Black body type practice (TW: artistic nudity [not detailed or graphic but still])

Pokey doll doodle

@board-key I’m so sorry I didn’t post this sooner, but happy late borthday :}

Wilbur Cross doodle :D

Wiggly doll doodle

c!Quackity doodle

IF YOU LIKE MY ART, PLEASE REBLOG :3

Hey @rae-unbeloved it’s c!Quackity

Hey @wigglyobsessedweirdo it’s Wiggly

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Wonder Woman: Bloodlines

Rating: PG-13

Director: Sam Liu, Justin Copeland

Cast: Rosario Dawson, Marie Avgeropoulos, Jeffrey Donovan, Adrienne C. Moore, Constance Zimmer, Courtenay Taylor, Mozhan Marnò, Cree Summer, Nia Vardalos, Michael Dorn, Kimberly Brooks, Ray Chase

Release year: 2019

Genres: fantasy, action, science fiction

Blurb: Wonder Woman tries to help a troubled young girl who has fallen in with a deadly organisation known as Villainy, Inc.

[lovely-english-rose]

hapistance a2 if you like💖

they 💗

(ask meme)

[monroe-might-murder]

Monroe held Squall down unnecessarily at this point, more so keeping steady while he coaxed his wolf back into check. He could vaguely hear Constance speaking behind him, but was more caught up on the sound of the blood pounding in his own ears. Goddamn he really wanted to rip someone to shreds. Even the previous night's fun with Kincaid had only riled him up further. Because it wasn't a kill, and that sort of thing only drove his wolf mad after awhile. He exhaled an aggravated sort of sigh before pushing up from his spot on the ground and facing Constance. Her words and laughter were far from surprising, and, if anything, a bit grounding in that fact. "Boss won't be happy that we missed out on Xavier too," he pointed out, glancing back at the other Chronos twin. "But we do have the means to find him now." Not that Monroe relished the idea of dealing with that asswipe on the regular again, but it was what Marcus wanted so he'd comply. He got out his phone then, calling up Rhys. Fuck if he'd be asking Cory for help. The conversation was brief: their location and to be there, now. "I'll carry the pipsqueak whenever we move. Don't need her to know anythin' 'bout anyone else."

Constance headed for the chaos at an unhurried pace. Running her iron nails along the wall, the metal heels of her high heels clicking against the pavement. She was rather enjoying the show. And what a show it was. A smile spread across her lips as she watched Monroe slam one of the warlocks into the ground. Desmond's love if she wasn't mistaken.

Knowing the wolf was more than capable of dealing with it, a fact proven when the portal sputtered out, she turned her attention to the others. Reaching out with her power she touched their blood. Slowing it, lowering their blood pressure. She smiled again as she watched it take affect. Watched them weaken. And she held them just this side of continuous. Passing Monroe she headed for the trio, crouching before Zander holding the girl. Xavier's twin she'd met at the party. "Hello again," she greeted with a smile but then frowned. Pouting with fake sympathy at his distress. "Oh, don't worry," she cooed. "We're not going to kill her. She far too interesting for that." With another smile she pushed the three of them the final step into unconsciousness.

Straightening up she turned back to Monroe. "Nicely done," she congratulated, stepping over the unconscious form of Ophien Ruin and walking over to him. "What a lovely little haul. A portal hoper, an oracle, an archive and Xavier's twin. How wonderful," she said with a delighted laugh.

[juls-art]

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[gatutor]

Richard Basehart-Constance Cummings "Intimidad con un extraño" (The intimate stranger) 1956, de Joseph Losey, Alec C. Snowden.

[marivelasc]

starter for: @connievanderbilt

location: sea glass boutique

All Mariana needed was a breath of fresh air and to look at things that she could possibly buy. She ran her fingers on the edge of the cloth that was underneath the jewelry setup. She stopped in front of the earring setup, her eyes scanned the rack when she caught a glance of a very familiar face through them. Connie Vanderbilt. She quickly pulled her head in line with the rack so she wouldn't be seen if she hadn't been spotted already.

She knew what she did to deserve the cold treatment. If she could go back in time, she wouldn't have done what she did... Anytime she had seen her in public, which wasn't that often, she'd try to apologize. This time wouldn't be any different. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes while she exhaled.

"Hey," The word fell out of her mouth once she found herself standing in front of her again. She couldn't remember how she got here as the jewelry area felt so far away from where they stood, "How are you doing Connie?"