#MY BOY BUILDS COFFINS. ( CONSTANCE RAVEAU. )

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       The Chaos Meter ft. The GANGSTA. Squad !!

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By the way, just a casual reminder that Constance Raveau never goes around on the streets alone unarmed in a city like Ergastulum where there could be thieves and murderers out there trying to threaten her or steal her shit. Ever since that fateful day, when she saw her parents cut down by a blade in front of her eyes and watched as her home was engulfed in flames when she was ten years old, she never went alone unarmed. It’s your second amendment, her father, mother and grandmother would’ve used to tell her, and she would abide by those words until the day she died. She did not just stand there and let herself be kidnapped without a fight. No, no, no, she went down fighting, she recognized that something was off about this foreign woman, she knew that Beretta was a member of the Destroyers from her jacket, the very same jacket that the woman with the blade named Marie, the boy with the flames named Minimi and Marco once wore and that she meant her harm, and managed to spray Beretta with pepper spray with her free hand before throwing a couple of good punches and attempted to pull out her pistol that she’d concealed in her pants and shoot before she was knocked out with a single blow to the head. The Raveau family never surrendered, even under threat of death, she is a descendant of survivors, she is a fighter and a survivor who thrived after so many people have tried to relentlessly destroy her for being a Normal for helping the persecuted Twilights, for being genuinely kind in a city that wishes to rip that kindness from her, for being Jewish, for being a gender nonconforming woman, for being queer, for loving Marco Adriano despite everything, and if she’s going to die, then all of her enemies are going down with her, one way or another - they can torture her, destroy her home and burn the city of Ergastulum to the ground and take everything she has worked so hard to achieve and turn it into ash ... but if she’s burning, then they’re all burning down with her.

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  Constance Raveau clearly wasn’t the type of woman to force something like a smile, but she could always force a hand up despite the nausea and force herself to stand from where she was seated in her store’s nearby bathroom – so she did, hastily wiping her mouth and walking out to greet the visitor. How embarrassing!

  I guess being pregnant in the early stages has it’s own pro’s and cons...

  Yet she forced her greatest smile, despite her head feeling like a sauna threatening to boil her brain. Her stomach was heavy, bloated, and her head hung between her hunched shoulders, tiredness making her even more irritable than usual. Even her breasts felt sensitive and heavy. She just felt horrible. Cranky. Heavy. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this out of it.  Connie, however, steadily sat on a chair by the front and panted out.

   ❛ Oh, sorry if I’ve kept you waiting. What can I do for you? ❜

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                               𝓐𝓢 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓢𝓜𝓞𝓚𝓔 𝓒𝓛𝓔𝓐𝓡𝓢 𝓘 𝓐𝓦𝓐𝓚𝓔𝓝                                  𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓤𝓝𝓣𝓐𝓝𝓖𝓛𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓕𝓡𝓞𝓜 𝓜𝓔

                              𝓦𝓞𝓤𝓛𝓓 𝓘𝓣 𝓜𝓐𝓚𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓕𝓔𝓔𝓛 𝓑𝓔𝓣𝓣𝓔𝓡                                 𝓣𝓞 𝓦𝓐𝓣𝓒𝓗 𝓜𝓔 𝓦𝓗𝓘𝓛𝓔 𝓘 𝓑𝓛𝓔𝓔𝓓?

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❛ you look terrible. ❜ @ connie B)

One shuddering exhale after another, rivulets of sweat trickles down her forehead. As she lie there, with doe brown eyes staring at the ceiling, as if she was looking into the abyss. But the abyss always stared back. The fever dreams had stopped only recently but what was even worse was the unbearable agony that shot up her belly and arm. But even worse was the anguish in her heart of hearts. Her home, her world... even her own unborn child, ... all of it, torn away from her. And for what purpose? Everything she’s worked for... all of it... gone.

Marco was being tended to by Theo in secret, knowing all too well that Gina would never let Marco live had she discovered the truth, not after he abandoned the Cristiano Family in her pursuit and broke his sacred oath. 

❛ You look terrible. ❜

She barely even registers Nicolas’ rugged voice and yet a sob escapes her lips before she could stop herself, the fingers of her remaining arm clutching her bedsheets with all the strength she had in her, because unlike her, they could not break. Pain laced around her body once more, as if a python had crushed her, cutting her breath short in a hitch. And, god... for the life of her, she couldn’t bring herself to smile anymore, not for Nicolas, nor Alex... or even Marco. What reason was there to? She could never go home again, she could no longer even defend herself, or let alone Marco, her child was gone... her world had ended. Her life was over.

And so she broke, and with all the fury she had inside of her, and all the fire that she’s kept within herself for all of these long and dangerous years, she broke. She grasps her bottle of whiskey by her bedside and throws it at the wall with a thundering crash. ❛ SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, NICOLAS BROWN! ❜ Constance screamed, eyes wild and furious. She would not stand for the pitying looks. She would be no poor victim. Never again.

Sobs wrack her body as she trembled, sitting up with a wince. ❛ IF YOU HAVE TIME TO STAND AROUND PITYING ME THEN END MY FUCKING MISERY! ❜ She’s all too aware that this outburst might quite come out as quite a shock, but coming from a woman who’s lost everything she had, it was perhaps to be expected.

This was a far cry from the Constance Raveau that her friends had so much adored and loved, the woman who always had a smile on her face. She couldn’t trust anyone anymore. They were all too little, too late. Constance shook her head vehemently as she wailed, clutching her stomach, ❛ I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR! ❜

ANGST STARTERS || @hxgure​

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A few notes to point out about my portrayal of Constance Raveau:

A nonconforming Cisgender Female - rarely ever wears extravagantly feminine dresses.

An agnostic.

Predominantly heterosexual.

Cut her hair at twenty two, four years before the start of the main series.

Got her tattoo on her right arm in honor of her late mother who had the same tattoo.

Has a la vie en rose tattoo just below her right breast and Marco just above where her heart would be.

Has a small collection of berets.

Occasionally has her nails painted brown.

Has a navel piercing ; got it at age seventeen.

Although overall a cheerful and positive woman, she also has a vengeful streak if pushed too far.

Has contemplated suicide in her late childhood to early adolescence so as to make her suffering of her late parents go away ; she later gets out of it with the gentle guidance of her beloved grandmother.

Used to smoke marijuana with other kids on the street her age, later quit when her grandmother found out.

Has a strong distaste for fire to the point where she developed pyrophobia.

Eats a Mediterranean diet ( Crete, Greek, Italian, Spanish, French and Portuguese food ), eats fresh fruit for dessert, beans, nuts, whole grains, seeds, olive oil cheese and yogurt, moderate fish and poultry, up to about four eggs per week, small amounts of red meat and low to moderate amounts of red wine. Does eat sweets when she can, though.

Practices yoga in her free time, Worick sometimes accompanies her.

Skilled in firearms and shooting guns and bows and arrows - she’d do pretty damn well in an apocalyptic setting. In fact, she was the one who taught Loretta Christiano Amodio how to shoot a gun.

Once shot a man point blank in the face for attempting to attack her shop.

Has photographic memory.

Constance’s family were more or less almost always moving around. Born in Tuscany, Italy and stayed there until she was four when she moved to Blarney, Ireland for a year, and in that same year she stayed at Durham, England, and for the next two years she lived in Nice, France, and spent another two years in Colmar, France until her family finally moved to Ergastulum. Connie really liked Colmar. For a very long time, she never truly knew what the word “home” meant.

Fluent in English and Italian, conversational in French and Gaelic.

She’s always wanted to find a little gondola and sail across the sea on adventures. She thinks she’d make a pretty damn good pirate. She once joked that she, Worick, Nicolas, Alex, Marco, Loretta and Galahad would make one hell of a pirate crew.

Connie loves, loves, loves baking.

Her shop also doubles as her home so whenever children come by, she always gives them candy on Halloween.

Often has the radio blasting in the shop and when no one’s around, she dances around to the music, even if she’s not the best dancer. At one point, she remembers a time when Marco, Galahad, Nicolas and Worick walked into her singing “MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD” at the top of her lungs and sipping her strawberry banana milkshake and she turned around to them staring at her. Galahad burst out laughing.

Is really hip with the kids - knows all the latest memes and trends.

She sends out of context images and memes to Marco, Worick, Alex, and Nicolas.

Surprisingly has a pretty damn good singing voice.

Is lowkey a hardcore fan of Bruno Mars.

Always encourages Alex’s musical career.

Connie was in her early stages of pregnancy in the main series but only finds out after the attack on Bastard after she threw up multiple times ; it was too early to tell its gender, but she’s always wanted a little girl, because Ergastulum can get a bit too “bro town” for her liking. She had a little room and a nursery made in a spare room just above the shop and eagerly bought clothes and toys for the little life growing within her. When she told her grandmother, she was absolutely ecstatic and she was going to tell Nicolas, Worick and Alex about her pregnancy, but she was kidnapped too soon. 

Her legacy died with her and Marco.

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