#and constance she's used to being alone

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WHO IS THE HOTTEST JANE AUSTEN MAN ? THE FINAL

Propaganda...

Captain Wentworth (1995):

Ciaran Hinds has that perfect ruggedness yet friendliness to his face that makes him the perfect charming Wentworth. And all of the longing that he manages to convey in his eyes is so hot.

Wentworth may be angry/resentful with Anne but in general he is charming and the best friend you could ever have. Ciaran gets the pleasant parts of his character and brings them out, while keeping a guarded coolness (protective camouflage) with Anne.

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I dunno if this counts as propaganda or not, but Ciaran Hinds has a face that looks like it was jackhammered out of a shale cliff.

If a line like 'I am half agony...half hope' comes out of a face like that you know that man has a soul for poetry.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in

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I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.  

This is propaganda for the next round because I need my boy to be a finalist! But this letter is all the persuasion I need to know that he is a winner

Ciarán Hinds in this is a whole other level of "a good man" He makes Anne's decision at the end so much more perfect.

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The yearning the yearning - JLM gives a great look but Captain Wentworth is the king of longing stares. He's trying sooo hard to hate her sooo hard to get over her - 8 years and he thinks he's ready to face her and move on but no he has to notice she's exhausted on the walk, that her nephew is being overwhelming, that she should be dancing and not just playing the piano for everyone else. And even though he's jealous later on when Mr Elliott gives her an "admiring look" in lime he's pleased for her because he knows she deserves to be admired and cherished even if he's angry that he wasn't able to be the one she let admire and cherish her. I just this man - he loves Anne so much and it's so so hot.

Propaganda for Captain Wentworth.

I've always loved Persuasion and so I was voting for him in his polls anyway, but I had never seen the 1995 adaptation. So because of this blog I decided to check it out.

Well. Now I'm obsessed. I came into this tournament fully expecting to vote Firth Darcy to victory. Ciaran Hinds suddenly showed up and sparta kicked him to curb. His every look, every gesture is laden with longing. He's so tender with Anne but then the barely restrained rage in his voice when he speaks to Lady Russell. He's rugged and manly yet tender and considerate.

I BURN, I PINE, I PERISH

If you're wondering why you should vote for Wentworth 95 in the @hotjaneaustenmenpoll, it's because he's got something hot for everyone.

Do you think it's hot when a man dresses up fancy? He looks very dapper in his uniform! Or do you find it more sexy when a man is more casual, a little mussed up, maybe even a little grimy? He does that perfectly too!

Do you find men hot when they're being tender and restrained? Or do you find men hot when they're losing control a bit, maybe getting a bit passionate with anger or jealousy?

Do you like a refined man of culture? Or a rugged outdoorsman?

A warm smile? Or something more broody?

Someone who's the life of the party, boisterous, laughing, charming? Or the strong silent type, serious, calm, mysterious?

Hinds's Wentworth does all of these sexy things brilliantly! You cannot lose with him, he's got it all!

II ranked Wentworth as the #1 Austen man in terms of fuckability, and I stand behind that when it comes to Wentworth 95 versus Knightley 09.

Is Wentworth 95 angry sometimes? Yeah. But that's hot, at least coming from Ciaran Hinds' ruggedly handsome face. Have you heard of makeup sex? Tell me Wentworth 95 and Anne don't have the most scorching hot angry makeup sex imaginable 🥵

And yet Wentworth 95 is also super tender! The slow, gentle, worshipful way he kisses Anne at the end?? So beautiful and hot. The longing way he looks at Anne in silence. The way he is so solicitous of Anne's comfort to put her on the carriage with his sister! You can just tell he's gonna take the time to worship his wife in bed.

And let's not forget that he writes the most romantic letter ever written! The depth of passion in this man, my god! 🔥💕🔥

This is not a who is the better man contest, or who is the more faithful to the book, or who would you most want to marry. This is a hotness contest, and Wentworth 95 is so fucking hot.

Mr Darcy (1995):

Colin Firth (1995) is book Darcy brought to life. He uses tiny gestures and looks to communicate with us and Elizabeth… his struggle is so subtle but so palpable. A beautiful asshole with a creamy nougat center. Just perfect.

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Those heart-eyes right up above☝️? Hot!

Passive-agressively drinking tea? Hot!

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The way he rushes over to see Elizabeth at Pemberley on those delicious long legs of his with that slutty wet curl hanging over his forehead? Hot!

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Fencing? Hot!

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The way he is so concerned about Elizabeth crying and takes her hand even though he shouldn't? Hot!

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This dimple-y smile of pure joy because he knows he's married to Elizabeth freaking Bennet? Hot!

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Colin Firth Darcy is simultaneously immaculately put together and entirely falling apart internally. The wet shirt scene is so iconic not (only) because ‘oooh almost-shirtless sexy man’, but because it’s a metaphor for how he’s absolutely falling apart!!! This is a private moment, when he doesn’t think anyone can see him. And then he bumps. into. Lizzie. At his house!! And the entire sequence that follows with him rushing out still doing his jacket up to catch her before he leaves. They are both on the back foot and it’s THAT moment of confusion that opens a more honest dialogue between them.

Without Firth in a lake you wouldn’t get Macfadyen in a downpour!

There's a reason why Colin Firth is forever known as Mr. Darcy above all other roles he's had and will have! Even ignoring the wet white shirt, which has become A Thing now, he is so hot with his curly hair and his little half smiles and his intense looks of longing and his legs that go on for milessss.

This cannot be real. My fellow Jane Austen people. Without Colin Firth’s Darcy we wouldn’t have 90% of modern JA content. He opened a door and there was no turning back for modern culture. There would be no MacFadyen standing half undressed in a field at dawn without Firth jumping into a lake first. There would be no hand flex if there hadn’t been Firth doing his best impression of a man undressing Elizabeth Bennet with his eyes and hating himself for liking it. There would be no Bridgerton without Bridget Jones. Let’s face it people. We wouldn’t be here having these arguments if Colin Firth had not been Mr Darcy.

Colin Firth understood Mr. Darcy in a way no other actor ever has. He is awkward as fuck in a way that comes across as snooty and judgmental on a first watch-through, then can be read as awkward and longing on a second time. His performance had such depth while looking extremely shallow at first glance. This man WAS Mr. Darcy. (I love 2005, as well, and I love Matthew McFayden, but he was awkward for awkward sake.) Colin Firth made Darcy's awkward look snooty and aloof.

THE socially awkward Darcy is the 1995 Darcy - look at him coming and sitting in awkward silence with Elizabeth pointedly asking her if she wants to live a long way from her family (to obvious relief) and then abruptly leaving - vote for him please 😭😭😭😭

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Colin Firth served so much as Darcy that when they did Bridget Jone's diary, they brought him back.... AS DARCY. The smoulder. The angst. The man is the quintessential Darcy.

“Firthing” is an actual term that is used now to describe someone yearning intensely. It is named after Colin Firth’s Mr Darcy performance.

Colin Firth all the way. He's known in our household as Owl Eyes because in every frame he's mooning over Elizabeth Bennet. Unsurpassable, unmatched, golden television (and some of the worst dancing you've ever seen).

Colin has beautiful, touchable curls.

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My high school English teacher was very into using movies to teach alongside literature, which was a great teaching tool. When we read Pride and Prejudice, he used both 2005 and 1995 for various scenes. What stands out to me all these years later was when it got to the part when Lizzy went to help Georgiana after Caroline dropped Mr. Wickham's name and Darcy gives Lizzy this look:

My teacher stopped the film and pointed at Darcy's face and said, "See that? That is THE look. If someone ever looks at you like that, you know they're in love." And what is hotter than that?

Also this teacher had two cats named Lizzy and Darcy. Not relevant to the poll but I wanted you all to know about them.

Colin Firth dazzles and amazes in the nuanced performance that just blows all other attempts away.

The best thing about the Colin Firth wet shirt scene is actually the scene that follows where him and Lizzie are both just dyinggg of embarrassment but Darcy pulls himself together refuses to lose his advantage and runs to get dressed and chase her down before she leaves - just the mix of cringe and hopefulness at seeing her again is so well done and so attractive!!! (this is just the bit where he's running after her but I love it all!)

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OK, but hear me out

Say Ride the Cyclone were to be adapted into a film; imagine how much fun it would be to see it animated.

Because for the main plot, like the intro song and the mostly dialogue scenes in limbo, you could easily do a stylistic, but still grounded in realism style that a lot of modern animated projects are doing right now (think Arcane or Into the Spider Verse). But once each of the kids go into their respective songs/fantasies for what their life could have been? What if those were done in completely different styles?? Imagine the additional, visual storytelling that would tell about who they are as characters?

Like say, for Ocean's number, WTWN, everything became more simplified, and the characters (especially Ocean herself) turned into a more rounded, chibi-like style to enhance just how cutesy and likeable she's trying to portray herself throughout that number.

Or for Noel's Lament, everything goes black and white, and the characters become even more 2D stylized, and the film scales down to a smaller millimeter frame, more reminiscent of cartoons from the early 20's, when animation was just starting out, to enhance his idealization of "the olden days" (as Ocean puts it).

Mischa's song, This Song is Awesome could be animated with a more choppy frame rate, and the character designs turn a little more jagged around the edges, kind of like animated music videos (I'm thinking a Gorillaz band vibe). But as he transitions into singing about Talia, the colors start to bleed out over their lineart, and become more paint-like and Talia herself moves like a rotoscoped character (think Loving, Vincent that came out a few years ago) to enhance the sense that she's somewhere between a real person and a fantasy Mischa's built in his mind.

Ricky's song would, of course, be stylized after those sci-fi cartoons from the 90's, like X-Men or Captain Planet.

For the Ballad of Jane Doe, I would love to see something like what Wolfwalkers did back in 2020, where most of the characters (in this case, the other kids) are for the most part, animated like traditional, 2D characters with very clean lines and neat movements, whereas Jane herself stands out for having messier, sketchy line art, and looks more and more unfinished in her animation as the song goes on, because she can feel more and more of her own identity being lost.

Constance's Sugar Cloud I could see done in the classic 2D Disney style (i.e., the Renaissance era of Disney, like the Lion King or Little Mermaid days) because not only is it really smooth and colorful and just all around nice to look at, but it reminds the average moviegoer of their childhood growing up with those movies (among others, obviously), which ties in nicely with Constance's preceding monologue about remembering her own life, and the good that came with the bad.

I'm even tempted to envision the first half of the finale song in a different style, when the stage production would show a quick projection of Jane/Penny's life after she returned to the world of the living. Imagine watching this animated film, and for that segment alone, it becomes that really hyper-realistic, almost uncanny valley CGI animation style, to show that she really has joined the world of the living, i.e. our world, among us, the living breathing movie goers watching this, and watching the other kids still in limbo fade back to that main art style for the final number.

I don't know; it just feels like something that would be so engaging to see from an already compelling storyline and characters. Especially with more experimental animation projects on the rise right now

[theaterkidlament]

RTC Headcannons baayyyybeeee

NOTE: These are my personal head cannons, my outlook and my perspective on the characters isn’t canon and I respect that. If yours are different that’s fine. I just wanna share these!

everything is undercut!

Ocean O'Conell-Rosenburg

→ I don't like her. I personally think that she bullies others subtly and thinks she's above everyone.

Noel - bullies him (subtly) for being gay and not feeding into the stereotypes she believes.

Mischa - looks down on him for being a "bad boy”, scared of him for an RBF

Ricky - Just ablist towards him. Uses him as a scape goat for trouble.

Penny - Thinkis that she's weird and shoe-in for the chior. Looks down on her for her crimes and family.

Ezra - Same as Penny but very too vocal

Constance - Unknowingly manpulating her. Just a bad friend.

Noel Gruber

→ Sensitive, a poet. Wants to live life to its fullest but over all, scared of that. Dials his everything back.

Ocean - bullied by her constantly. That's about it.

Mischa - huge crush on nim, wrote letters and burnt them without giving nim then.

Ricky - they don’t interact much

Penny - thinks she's cool, hangs out wiher and gushes over Johnny Moon with her

Ezra - Talk abt European nihilism together as well as obscure entertainment

Constance - they bake together and he’s in classes with her

Mischa Bachinski

→ I'm going to heep close to his catchphrase here, tough exterior soft interior

Ocean - Doesn't care much for her, but stands up to her she's bothering others

Noel - Thinks he's cute realizes/falls in love with him later (depending if AUs are involved)

Ricky - Doesn't care much, both cold and friendly towards him

Penny - hangs out with her, good friends

Ezra - Rap enjoyers :)

Constance - Friends, swings by the bakery and even helps out sometimes.

Ricky Potts

→ Silent due to obvious reasons but uses CSL as well as communiction cards to communicate. Overall p. cool guy

Ocean - thinks she's smart but overall just rude rude.

Noel - Admires his longing for love but they don’t really talk much

Mischa - Thinks that he and Talia are cute, but they also don't talk much

Penny - Crushes on her, they talk often and he info dumps her on the Zolarian Race, even made her a character

Ezra - Friends

Constance - Also talks to him in CSL, she knows a little bit of Zolarian lore

Penny Lamb

→ Weird kid, wholehearted, nice. Is mean when She needs to be though, not afraid to state opinions.

Ocean - bullied by her, understandably doesn't lime

Noel - Also a 7up fan, fauns over other bay bands with her

Mischa - Enjoys bands with him out mosty Eminem and DI2

Ricky - <3 crush, knows all Zolarian lore

Ezra - Friends + Siblings to the end, clun. Brings him with her to chior so then he's also not alone

Constance - Friends, only in classes though

Constance Blackwood

→ Genuinely sweet but also has taken so much shit from ppl

Ocean - Always mad at her but lies, mainy for her own good

Noel - Notices his crush on Mischa and comforts him when she can, he comforts her as well

Mischa - Appreciates his help around the bakery. (Also drops hints for Noel- Doesn't pick up on them though)

Penny - Friends, only in classes though

Ezra - Gives him pasteries when he's in the choir room

Ricky - Communicates in CSL with him, knows Zolarian Lore

*Bonus Page! *

Ezra Lamb

→ Quiet sometimes. I thint that he's quite caring for his friends but comes off as genuinely mean.

Ocean - Hates her, not quiet about it

Noel - Friends! Probably tall about European nihilism together

Mischa - Rap Enjoyers!

Ricky - Taught him the WORST words in CSL

Penny - Hates her/j/nsrs. Probably started selling dugs to get her better help/get out of St. Cassian

Constance - Enjoys her baking and presence

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I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE FINALLY IS LOOKING AT KARNARK AND JANE'S DYNAMIC !! I don't know why, they're just. Really, really special to me, and I cry everytime Karnark dies... I've seen a bootleg for a production once, where Karnark sounded mad when he was introducing Jane. I mean, just imagine, knowing when people die and never being able to tell them because of the stupid stupid stupid person that made you, and you've learned to live with that (you never see them again anyway) until six teenagers die in the rollercoaster you told them to go and one of them loses her head and now has completely lost her sense of self and has no idea of who she is and— lorddddd. I don't know, Karnark and Jane have always fascinated me, both so tragic in completely different ways but that still complement each other, you know ? I've always wanted to see them interacting, so your art is a blessing to me 🙏🏼

TL;DR: I have many thoughts on both Karnark and Jane individual but sometimes these thoughts complement each other, I've always wanted them to interact in the show so your art is a blessing to me, thank you for drawing it <3

Even my tldr is long—

aaughh i want to say thank you for writing out about karnak on how he’s grown to be apathetic about not being able to warn people about their deaths until the tragedy of the cyclone accident and jane’s circumstances got to him !!

especially the part where he just Got Used To Predicting People’s Deaths … you can tell his blunt demeanor is a result of how he just Can’t Do Anything . (and no friends either . he probably jabs at the choir because he never really expressed affection - compliments and words of affirmation are just Beyond him)

something about karnak that most of the community overlook is that he’s Not evil and doesn’t use the choir for entertainment (at least not Wholly) . he’s not the kindest person out there — i will always feel iffy by how he pressured constance to reveal her s/a experience , there’s no excuse — but there’s Care behind his sarcastic persona and dialogue in the show that shows he’s helpless over not being able to tell them .

which is what fascinates me so much about jane and karnak . jane is obviously the favorite child ; he seems more Softer whenever he addresses her (‘i never read her fortune, i sadly cannot tell you’ always stood out to me) and he Never made any jabs at her (while you could argue that it’s because she’s a blank slate , her camera-shyness in her past life being The reason why she’s forgotten is something to jab at)

AND YOU’RE RIGHT ABOUT HOW THEY COMPLEMENT EACH OTHER !! … they both live out their own Personal Existential Horror … something something never really feeling alive or dead , never having autonomy due to the circumstances of how you were created , and how you’re always Alone . i made a comic exploring this part of the dynamic once and i hope to make more …

sorry for the ramble ! i wanted to talk about them and took the first opportunity i could AHGAHDF i always enjoyed exploring the more niche dynamics ! digging for gold in places no one had …

[heyitsthatonesmolgay]

*whispers* anyone want a superhero au for the mysterious beendict society where the superpowers are the very things that the kids are afraid of the most? i was gonna go off phobias but then i realized i could exacerbate traits for some of them already, like

reynie is afraid of letting down his new friends and being alone. his superpower is something along the lines of astral projection, where he can spy on anything and anyone, but he has to go by himself

sticky is afraid of losing his memory/mind, the one thing he's convinced gives him value. his superpower could be anything physical strength related on the condition that he has to stop thinking (or overthinking) and just keep moving, no hesitation, or his power goes away, something along the lines of the hulk in the avengers

kate is afraid of failure and of being no one. i'm willing to bet she could shapeshift, but not into anything cool like a lion or a falcon or anything she'd find useful, she can just change who she looks like as a human, from height to weight to entire appearance (this is a surprise tool that will help us later!)

and constance, based on season 2, is already more than a little unnerved by her psychic powers. considering she can't control it, it just sort of happens and she has to roll with it, if i wanted to make it morbid i could have it feel like she's being possessed but i don't think i need to exacerbate that much

...no takers? just me? i feel like this could be a really neat longfic, if i could get my act together

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Do you have any Yuri prompts as of yet unposted?

(Yuri scolding his exhausted wife! I didn't realize I'd already posted the other one before,,, so have this one ;; U ;; /// )

“What the hells were you thinking? Honestly, you should know your own limitations better than anyone else- yet you’re confined to bed for five days because you don’t know when to quit? You’re ridiculous!”

You had seen your husband upset over your health a handful of times.

The time you were kidnapped, the time you protected him from a critical hit, and the time you were poisoned eating a snack that had been intended for him. That was the most upset you’d ever seen him, with the poisoned food.

But then again, he was currently pacing at the foot of your bed, scolding you while Flayn gave you apologetic looks as she healed you, and Constance eyed him wearily while preparing your tea.

“Really, Yuri. You’re being too harsh on her. She was working hard to benefit everyone, including you. Can you blame her for being a little overzealous?”

“Of course I can! Of all people, Byleth should know her limits! Besides, how many times have I warned you,” He looked back at you, “To slow down or be more careful? How many times did I try and get you to take a break?”

“I don’t think harassing the Archbishop for a date or a night away together counts as ‘taking a break’.” Flayn mumbled. Constance snorted, Yuri looked indignant as ever.

“What’s that supposed to- she’s my wife! When have I ever ‘harassed’ her?”

“I’m just saying. You’re not exactly a doting husband.”

“Please.” He scoffed at her indignantly, looking away. “Look, whether you like it or not, I’m still her husband, and I deserve at least a little credit for trying to get her to behave.”

“He’s not wrong.” You spoke up for the first time since his tirade began (twenty minutes ago). He glanced back at you, “I just found more and more things I needed to do, and I thought...if I finished this one, or that one thing...then I could rest and Yuri would stop harassing me.”

“Hey-”

“It just kept stacking up. There was something that had to be done right after the first, and then after that one, and...I don’t know. I just lost track of all the work I was doing, and by the time I realized I was exhausted…”

“You were passed out over your desk.”

“Poor dear.” Constance sighed, “You should go easier on her, Yuri. She’s not doing it to spite you, clearly.”

“There’s nothing to ‘go easy on’, Constance- I told her not to work so hard and yet she’s bedridden.”

“It won’t be for too long. Five days is nothing. Just make sure you rest and relax, and get plenty of nourishment so you get back on your feet in no time.” Flayn said with a comforting pat on your hand, “For now, I think it’s time you got started on that rest.”

“Which means no more scolding.” Constance poked Yuri’s shoulder as she walked past, setting your teacup on the bedside table.

“Tch.”

The two girls gave you slightly concerned looks, wondering if it was a good idea to leave you alone with him when he was so irate. But you dismissed them with a reassuring smile, waiting until the doors closed before you did anything further.

Yuri stood still, his arms crossed tight against his chest. 

He looked at you for a long moment, as if trying to decide what to do with you. Then he sighed, and his arms fell to his sides. He walked to the beside, sat down, and just...looked at you.

You gazed right back, tilting your head the longer the silence carried on. You called his name.

Yuri’s brow furrowed, and he frowned.

“You,” He kissed you softly, “Are so, so infuriating.” He kissed you again, and again after that. He peered down at you, stuck between glaring at you and giving you those sweet, love-filled gazes that only you had ever seen.

“What do you mean?”

“You never take care of yourself. You’re always worried about everyone else. How many times have you almost died for me?”

“Twice.” You said, not counting the Divine Pulse charges you’d used an innumerable amount of times.

“That’s two,” He kissed you again, far harder, “Too many.” 

“Says who?”

“Your husband.” He said far more firmly, “Who is tired of seeing his wife in a state of duress and exhaustion, and forcing herself to do far more than she needs to. You think you’re stubborn? Darling, you don’t know the meaning of the word.”

“Is that a threat?” You mused, and he pressed you back into your pillows, swinging his leg over you so that he had you firmly caged between your arms. 

“It is if you don’t behave yourself for five measly days.” He pressed closer to you, his hair tickling your cheeks. “Behave yourself.”

“That’s hard to do if you’re harassing me like you are, right now.”

“This isn’t harassment.” He said with the slightest undertone of annoyance. “As soon as you’re back on your feet, dear...I’ll show you harassment.”

“So you’re not planning on showing me right now? Even though you’ve caught me in this position?”

“Are you mad?” He laughed, kissing your forehead. “You’re weak. I’m just making sure you understand the situation you’re in. I wouldn’t dream of doing anything to you while you’re in need of a good, long rest.”

“What if I want you to?”

“You don’t know what you want. You’re a workaholic who doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘stop’.” Another peck touched your nose. “Now please, for the love of Sothis, take a nap for me. I’ll come check on you in a little while.”

“Mmm.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed when he climbed off of you, though you knew he was far more worried about your health than he was “harassing” his wife.

Though you honestly found that hard to believe, seeing how many kisses he planned on stealing from you over the next five days.

You lost count after sixty-two.

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You Are My Devil - By 김빠 (6.5/10)

Wasted potential is always sad. The webtoon adaptation for this is cheap, because the ending is bad. Multiple reviews of the original novel implied that the author rushed the ending, and the spoilers I read are barely sub-par. This isn't enemies to lovers. It's about an unexplained obsession, and two characters who give up on their main goals for no reason.

Heina is princess of Constance. The land of flowers and plenty. Her people are not war folk. They grew complacent, so they were quickly overthrown by the desert empire of Nicke.

Heina watches her fiance die during a duel with the fourth prince of Nicke, Yuri. Yuri takes her as a prize for winning, and her parents are powerless to stop the prince. The Emperor of Nicke is a shrewd general, and Yuri is known as the best solider in the world.

Heina tries to kill herself and she tries to escape seven times. She is tormented by Yuri's odd behavior. He seems obsessed with her

...but he isn't??? He leaves her alone for long periods of time, and the Emperor plans to sacrifice her during the rain ceremony. Which is a ceremony only the Nicke family can perform. Yuri doesn't want to kill her, but he doesn’t actually try to help for a long time. Heina lives as his prisoner knowing her days are numbered.

Yuri threatens to destroy Constance and her family if she kills herself. He doesn't even want her to cut her hair without his permission. His character design is also good.

Prince Yuri sleeps by her side when he isn't busy killing. He kisses her hair. He seems to adore her, but he doesn't care about her feelings. He is feared because a prophecy stated he will end Nicke. I THOUGHT this maybe meant he would abandon his abusive family that branded him a bad omen. To, you know, wed the woman he is obsessed with and rule over Constance with her. After annexing Nicke with his epic army powers....but noooooo.

We get one good scene where Yuri tries to show her how beautiful the desert can be. The problem is he killed her fiance. She actually loved her fiance, Argen. One speech about the moon doesn't win her heart.

Shocker.

But wait...

This is the Emperor of Nicke. He has three sons. Yuri is a fake. An orphan from the desert destined to become a powerful warrior. Emperor Genius here took him in, to use him as a rival figure for his sons. It's actually kind of a good idea. Introduce a brilliant and strong rival...that isn't actually a threat. Yuri can never summon rain for Nicke, so he's a decent punching bag for the real sons to use.

Oops. One true son is blind and he can't rule. Camille is also on Yuri's side, because Yuri is the best potential Emperor. His magical soldier skills are exactly what a violent nation like Nicke needs.

The current true heir, Pecsis, is a wimp. His mommy put him in line for the throne. He plays with poisons and he's crap at fighting. The Emperor is now in a pickle. The best heir isn't his son. The third son is already prime Minister, and unable to do Emperor things.

Shot yourself in the foot there, huh idiot?

The plot twists are shocking...ly bad. Argen is alive. A body double died in the duel. He returns with an army to reclaim his beloved princess. She rejects him by the time he arrives to save her, because she falls for Yuri. No. There is no real reason. Then, Yuri loses against Argen on purpose. He wants Heina to be a happy Empress, and eventually he figures out that he isn't a real prince. Which is why he was always disposable and sent to war. Heina probably falls for him because he saves her from being sacrificed...and because she pities him. That's not love...the ending is just sad. Heina and Yuri choose to live in the desert together. Their daughter returns from the sands alone, to become the true heir of Nicke and Constance.

Um.

You skipped the good parts???? Literally all of the good parts????

Yuri had Heina imprisoned for a year, and none of that is shown. We don't see WHY he is obsessed with her. Why he was willing to throw down his helmet and let her be happy with Argen??? It just doesn't make sense. Heina is an extremely prideful princess too, who LOVES her people. She doesn't commit suicide to protect them from Yuri's wrath. Her...leaving??? To live in a HOLE??? In the desert??? When she loves her homeland and family so much is a joke. Yuri SHOULD HAVE sacrificed his family to bring prosperity to Constance. THAT WOULD HAVE MADE SENSE. Since their gods said he was destined to destroy Nicke ANYWAY???? lame.

[forgottendolly]

Since we finally have a (mostly) clear audio recording of a full Play To Win (replacement What The World Needs) from 2015, here are the lyrics! Corrections and help with the missing gaps welcome!

Daddy says:

“Oh daughter dear, you fill filled my heart with pride. Your words so pure, you’re (rather?) strong, The truth was by your side.”

Oh daddy dear,

They’ve cleaned my clock,

A zillion points, to none.

May I use the phone?

“Oh, pumpkin, you need to speak to one of your friends?”

No, im calling mom!

So I called mom and I told her the whole story!

“You did what?”

I spoke from my heart about the facts,

“incentive, if you do well at this debate, You can come live with me (me, me, me…)”

(Plot point!)

“Get the pen!”

And she told me something that goes a little something like,

It goes a little something like… this!

The art to win an argument,

Ain’t change much over time.

You read and rule your conflict first,

And then you change their mind.

If the judge looks like a hippie?

Your foe’s a right-wing nut!

If the judge seems like a holy hostile penecostal?

Then your foes a godless hedonistic slut!

???

Demonize your opponents,

with personal attacks.

Quote some fake authorities,

and unrelated facts!

Create a false dilema like ‘you’re with us or you ain’t!’

Ask the class a loaded question!

‘How can you say that Adolf Hitler was a saint?’

Oh, the tale of human history is ??? (Warranted ???)

(It works on a mob every time!)

This candy coated recipe,

A black and white morality.

(That’s how we like our slime! Mhh Mhh!)

The next day, at the school debate,

My moms advice applied.

We were like marine corps Stealing cookies from girl guides

The judge gave us a standing o’

“One kid broke down and cried.”

“And the winner of Uranium city debate, Miss”Rosenburg!

And that other girl!”

Yeah we won by a freakin landslide!

Look, I even got a trophy

“We got a trophy?”

Yeah, don’t touch it, you’ll break it.

“Sorry.”

In this world there’s just one sin,

Don’t play the game unless you play to win!

(You play to win!)

Why does my opposition feel the need to defend pedophiles?

(You play to win!)

And the winner is only, Miss Rosenberg!

(You play to win!)

I’m very upset, my brother just died!

“You don’t have a brother-“

Shut up!

(You play to win!)

(And we heard it here first folks ???)

Don’t tell me there’s a better use of your ambition,

Then to wipe the floor with all your competition!

Mommy dearest said there’s only one real mission!

Play to win!

Play to win!

Play to win!

Dad was there and so was mom,

for the national debate.

But where were my opponents?

They were half an hour late!

And then this kid rolls in with a wheelchair,

And begs us to forgive!

“He needed an emergency blood transfusion,

Turns out he only had three weeks left to live!”

“Debate topic:

‘Are human beings ultimately good?’”

(You play to win!)

Are you kidding me? He’s in a wheelchair.

(You play to win!)

“How are you gonna beat this guy, Ocean?”

Shut up, Constance.

“Okay.”

(You play to win!)

What would Glenn Beck do?

(You play to win!)

Aw, and he’s blind too?

“And the opposition calls, miss Rosenberg!”

My heart began to flutter,

Tears welled in my eyes,

When I looked onto my father,

As he hung his head, and sighed.

And then I saw an Angel,

In blinding lights and sparks

With a hammer and a sickle.

It was a winged Karl Marx.

And he said:

‘Child, heaven is awesome!

And everything is free,

I’ve been palling round with Jesus.

Turns out, he’s a communist.

Just like me.’

And we got something to tell you!

(Tell us Comrade!)

And we got something to say to you!

(Say it Comrade!)

Do you wanna hear it?

(Yes!)

Let me feel that Spirit!

(Yeah!)

Can I hear it two times?

(Yeah! Yeah!)

Heh.

Let’s do this!

When you wrestle with poop

(Win or lose!)

Oh, listen to me child!

(Singing blues!)

It’s gonna get on your shoe

It’s gonna be defiled!

(Gon’ be defiled!)

When the game is over!

You’re knocking on heaven’s door!

It’s only your soul, and your soul alone, that’s keeping score

You wanna kick out the crutches from a 😕?

Push an old lady down the stairs!

Steal a piece of candy from a crying little baby?

As long as you’re winning, who cares?

Take out a kid in a wheelchair,

That’s the road to perdition.

Soon you’re gonna wind up a backstabbing,

ass grabbing,

Rubberneck politician.

When you wrestle with poop

(Win or lose!)

Oh listen to me, child!

(Singing blues!)

It’s gonna get on your shoe

(Win or lose)

It’s gonna be defiled!

(Gon’ be defiled!)

And when the game is over,

You’re knocking on Heavens door,

It’s only your soul, and your soul alone, that’s keeping score.

I said it’s only your soul alone,

That’s keeping score!

Oh yeah!

(Win or lose!)

Oh listen to me, Child!

(Singing blues!)

It’s gonna get on your shoe

(Win or lose)

It’s gonna be defiled!

(Gon’ be defiled!)

And when the game is over,

You’re knocking on Heavens door,

It’s your soul, your soul alone, that’s keeping score.

When you wrestle with poop

(Win or lose!)

Oh listen to me, child!

(Singing blues!)

It’s gonna get on your shoe

(Win or lose!)

It’s gonna be defiled!

(Gon’ be defiled!)

And when the game is over,

You’re knocking on Heavens door,

It’s your soul, your soul alone, that’s keeping score.

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

It’s only your soul, your soul alone, that’s keeping score!

[thatswhatthepoetssay]

Born in Flames |

Tate Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 1,012

synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..

We are born alone and we die alone, but what happens after?

The raindrops were flowing down the car window as houses passed me by in a frenzy of color. My parent’s car pulls at a stop next to the shiny black gates of the famous “Murder House.” The new residence of the Harmon family, the perfect home to start over.

“Alright girls, why don’t you head inside and pick out your bedrooms.” Says Vivian as she starts to gather her belongings.

The wooden floors creaked as Violet and I stepped through the threshold of the mansion. Walking up the grand staircase was like descending into the unknown yet familiar abyss. The smell of vinegar was overpowering to say the least, in an attempt to get away from it I stepped into the first room I could find.

It was a bedroom with cerulean colored walls, two windows next to each other and arcs decorating the ceiling. The room reminded me of my childhood, before my parent’s murder that is.

In 1994 both of my parents got invited to speak at a local high school. I was two years old when I received the news of my parents death. Turns out the day that they were visiting the school, some kid decided to play god. He shot and killed fifteen people that day, two of them being my parents.

Since Vivan knew my parents, she offered to adopt me. After a long plane ride from California to Massachusetts I finally met my step sister, Violet. During our childhood Vi and I got along quite well, but as high school came around we drifted apart.

Now because of Ben I was standing in a house a few blocks away from my family home. Finding out that you are moving to Los Angeles sounds like a dream right? Wrong, it felt more like a waking nightmare, but both Ben and Vivian were sure that this was the place to be.

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“So, is this the room that you picked?” Questions Violet as she enters the azule bedroom.

“Um yeah I guess so.. it has a nice atmosphere.” I answer while giving the room one last look.

After our short exchange both Violet and I head back downstairs to help our parents with the boxes. The movers arrived shortly after to move in our furniture and the heavier items. Overall the day seemed to be going quite well, peaceful even. That is until one of our neighbors decided to pay us an unexpected visit.

Turns out that said neighbour was a middle aged woman who lived in the house next to ours. She spent most of her visit talking to Vivian, but of course after a while she came around to greet the entire family. After a quick “hello” in Ben’s direction and a brisk conversation with Violet, it was my turn to meet the blonde woman.

“Saving the best for last I see… you must be YN. I’m Constance, I live next door.” Said the blonde as she made her way to where I was standing.

“Yes ma’am that’s me, it’s lovely to meet you.” I tried my best to sound as genuine as possible, but it was hard to deny that Constance gave me the creeps. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… and so well mannered.” Said Constance as she studied me for a few more moments before moving on. By the time she said her goodbyes to Ben and Vivian, I was already heading up the grand staircase.

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After a few more hours of unpacking, it was time to head off to bed. I grabbed my pajamas along with some hygiene products and headed off to the bathroom.

The cold water felt so refreshing against my flushed face, the LA heat was definitely no joke. As I continued splashing my face with the cooling liquid, I swear I felt a sudden gust of wind hit my bare legs.

Not bothering to wipe my face with the towel, I moved closer to the air conditioning duct. No matter how close my hand was to the vent, I couldn’t feel any of the frigid air from before. After a while I decided to forget about the incident and try to get some sleep.

My first night in the famous “Murder House” went by quickly and rather peacefully. For the first time in months I could truly say that I got a good night's rest. This was the first night in a long time that I didn’t have any nightmares, it felt as if someone scared them away.

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The following morning went by in a blurry haze, and before I knew it the time on the clock read four pm. I decided to head downstairs and make myself some chamomile tea. As I was waiting for the tea kettle I heard a light knock on the front door. When I opened it I was expecting to see Constance or maybe the mailman, however both of those guesses were wrong.

It was a boy around my age, if not a bit older, he had blonde curly hair and wore a 90’s style outfit.

“Hello, I’m Tate. I uh live next door.”

“I’m YN, come on in.” I responded as I moved out of the way so that he could get in the house.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Tate commented on the decorations and furniture we put up the day prior.

“Oh um thanks, not to be rude but did you need something?” I questioned as the blonde looked at the picture frames hanging on the walls.

“Yeah actually here to see Ben Harmon.”

“You’re a patient of his?” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.

Before Tate could answer, Ben came out of his office and introduced himself to the blonde. After a few minutes of small talk, Ben guided Tate towards the office and just like that both of them disappeared behind the closed doors.

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PS. Im going to be taking a break soon but I will be back here in a few weeks. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

[p3nny-l4mb]

Ride the cyclone renfaire au

Not like, actual rennaisance, they just all work at a faire together (and fall into the renfaire pit trap of being romantically involved with most of your friends because that's just how it goes)

1. Mischa; a jouster, the fuck boys of the renfaire. Travels to different faire to perform, doesn't have much of an education so this is a fun way to make money and see the country

2. Noel; a volunteer performer. He plays a super artsy + grim noble, and hates when the renfaire leaves town because then he has to go back to his boring normal person job.

3. Jane doe; another performer, but no one has any fucking idea what she does in her spare time, because she refuses to break character. They never see her leave, either (in actuality, her and her brother camp st the reanfaire, but she's normally peopled out so she uses the character thing to be as off-putting as possible)

4. Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg; works at a shop selling her parents crocheted hemp art and soap made with human breast milk. Fuckinf hates it, but has been going since she was a little girl, so she's attached to everyone

5. Constance Blackwood; her family owns a local Cafe, so since she was old enough to be left alone for a few hours, they've rented out a booth at the renfaire for her to run. It's good practice for independence, and its like temporarily owning a second shop without the financial risk

6. Ricky potts; he and his family are season pass owners who regularly attend. He has a fancharacter he's really attached to, and everyone knows him pretty well

It would probably just be slice of life if I wrote this but the renfaire permanently altered my personality as a teen so idk it could be fun. At the very least, I'm drawing them

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Do you have any choir being protective of Ocean HCs to feed us with??👁👁

Also I love your account I check it like every hour to check if you’ve upload the ocean angst makes me so happy

i live to please ;) glad you’re enjoying everything!

Penny’s always had this need to protect Ocean, ever since they met when they were younger during one of their parents’ drug deals

Now that they’ve reunited, Penny intends on finally doing that

Whenever there’s trouble, Penny moves to stand between Ocean and the threat, no matter how small it may be

She’s seen how harsh this world is firsthand, and she’s had to protect her little brother through a lot of shit, so it’s just an instinct at this point

One time Ocean was at the store, just minding her own business, and some dude came up to her and wouldn’t stop hitting on her, despite her politely turning him down. He wouldn’t leave her alone, and she got more and more uncomfortable, and then Mischa appeared out of nowhere, put his arm around Ocean, and was like, “Is this prick bothering you, babe?” That was enough to deter the guy and make him go away

It was honestly so smooth

Mischa has absolutely No Interest in Ocean, but he’ll pretend to be her boyfriend to keep her safe

Noel really does have the “Only I can bitch about her” mindset regarding Ocean

He can say whatever he wants because he has to deal with her all the time

Anyone else? Absolutely fucking not

They don’t have the RIGHT

He WILL get after anyone who talks shit about her

Constance is less aggressive, if you will, with her protectiveness toward Ocean, but Ocean is still her best friend and younger sister figure and she will defend her with her LIFE

When the glasses come off, you know you’ve fucked up

Ricky’s crutches are rated E for Everyone, and he Will use them if necessary

Do not test him

[general-du-vallon]

i started making a fic once where aramis holds his baby and thinks like 'well i did one treason how worse could it be if i stole this baby away', and he thinking about he could put another baby in its place and then i thought WELL WHY NOT

Anyway now am thinking about the stolen baby au

Porthos waiting on a horse to spirit the baby away (just have the image of him waiting in the dark. He takes the baby cus like i s2 final where he rides off alone to be heroic)

Aramis having a moment to talk to Q.A (quee ann) before the baby is born and saying it as a joke and they both just look at each other

the other musketrs being like 'u decided what now with Q.A?!'

where they gonna get a baby?! well. Porthos can be like 'i know a guy'. I'm sure Flea could find them a baby needing a nice home.

Aramis being like '...and then i will slide the baby in' and Constance being like 'uh huh mm hhmm. WHILE THE QUEEN IS HAVING THE OTHER BABY?!? HM?!? u gonna GO IN THERE WHILE SHE PUSHES A WHOLE HUMAN OUT OF HER?!'

aramis after constance rant, as if there been no interuption 'and then constance will swap them' and constance being like THAT IS WHAT i THOUGHT

I mean the baby is already not king of france so who cares?! it could be ANY baby. Who says this ISNT what hapened?

anyway one of the big reasons i think this is hilarious is we already know there's a safe place for accidental french not-quite-heirs cus that's where Agnes and Henry went.

Aramis and Agnes and king of france (but louis did it instead) and the king of france (but random baby from court of miracles did it instead).

aramis giving in his commission; 'GONNA GO UH.... JOIN A MONESTARY. THATS IT. THATS RIGHT. THAT'S WHERE IM GOING'.

imagine in s3 if he was in that monestary and the others staring around at the hundred of babies aramis is sherpherding about like 'is it that one... is it that one... is it that one' (I know this is diff to the living in bliss with agnes plus king 1 and king 2 like the cat in the hat. but whatever. Did i say it all has to cohere?!?! HUH!?!)

it is actually surprising to me hwo much i could just... slide this into canon. That's really funny. Aramis coming back to paris with a couple of refugee babies and beingn like 'and this one I'm keeping FOR NO REASON he gonna live with me. um. better. really. nenver ever go to the palace. eek'

It would be fun reversal. Q.A sneaking into the garrison to see her baby. aramis being like 'you so really absolutely totally cannot be here' standing at the end of a corridor full of men used to living in barracks like not entirely dressed and sort of being awful all like O_O O_O O_O like those picures where the light in rats eyes.

Q.A being like 'and now this is aramis he is coming to court to be honoured and the king has decided in his generosity that aramis's baby is coming also and oops louis jr just happened to meet him oh look at that oh dear i tripped over and my two babies are friends what a big oopsie daisy no aramis i didn't do anything at all'

Q.A loves BOTH her babies. for the record. baby number 2 is GONNA BE LOVED.

I think porthos watching the king dote on miracle court baby would be fun. Porthos "shall we show him what being poor in paris is really like" du Vallon.

the king doesn't know. the king doesnt care.

the rest of the show can be p much the same. tbf i only watched bits of s3 and skipped a lot of the more plotty stuff so i dont actually know this. the version I watched could fit this change easy and who cares what other ppl watched.

Sylvie being like 'he is the king of france' abt the dauphin and constance being like '....well. technically u r correct. but. uh.' and sylvie being like 'this is another of those treason things isnt it' and constance like 'a bit' and sylvie like 'yesssss tell me tell me'

[julieverne]

Jane married Dean. He stationed himself in the Boston office when he could, but he spent a lot of time out of town when he could.

The first time Jane showed up with a bruise Maura barely noticed; she was used to the way Jane managed to get injured at work. But then, with chilling certainty, she remembered that Jane had been in the office all day.

"It's late, Jane," Maura said, when she finally followed a yawning Jane through to the kitchen, flinching when her bruised muscles were pulled by her slack jaw. She rubbed her hands through her hair.

"It's just... it was so pointless. She had cancer, and he killed her anyway. If he hadn't, he'd have gotten the insurance, but he hated her that much he couldn't wait a few more weeks." Jane shook her head. Maura knew Dean was in town; Jane had kept her name. Jane didn't come over as much when he was home unless something was wrong and it was written on the bruise on her face exactly what was wrong. "But when he saw her in the morgue - he wasn't acting. He was genuine - he'd loved her. If it had been morphine because he couldn't stand to see her suffer, wanted to let her go weightless, something slow and easy, I wouldn't have blamed him. But strychnine for days..." Jane rubbed her face, then stopped abruptly when she met the tender flesh of her bruise. "We hurt the ones we love, I guess."

Jane had never hurt Maura. A little, emotionally, now and then. But Jane was always the first one to get between Maura and danger, even if that danger was Maura's own biological family. Jane had only ever hurt her by pushing her out of the way of greater danger. And Maura had taken time to get used to touching Jane at all, and even then the worst she could do was pinch her elbow or tap her shoulder to get her to behave herself. Constance and Arthur had never hurt her. Hope and Paddy and Angela hadn't either, and one of them was very, very skilled at hurting people.

"You can stay," Maura said, yawning, glad she'd worn the green satin sleepwear tonight because it always had caught Jane's eyes. Tonight they caught on her mouth too, and neither of them mentioned that, or the bruise on Jane's face.

"You have a one guest policy, and you already have my Ma."

"You're not a guest. You're family. All five of you." Jane did the math, her nose scrunched. "TJ, not..."

Maura remember the last time Frank had been in town, and it made sense a little more. Why Jane acquainted being hurt with being loved. Jane's face softened unbearably into that smile she gave when she thought Maura was being incomprehensively sweet. It had always made Maura's hands tingle, made her chest ache. Maura looked away.

"Dean's gone back to HQ," Jane said quickly. "And I don't know I want to be alone after a case like that."

"You're always welcome here," Maura said quietly. She'd liked Dean at first, as a match for Jane. But he hadn't aged well - it sounded so superficial - and he usually looked like a wet dog when she saw him.

"I know," Jane said, in the voice she only used when they were alone. Low, a little husky but very soft. "Thanks."

Jane pushed herself away from the kitchen counter with her hip, flinched again at some unseen injury. Jane had her badge and gun; she'd clearly been hoping to stay. Maura waited for the shower to turn off, then another few minutes for Jane to climb into the flannels Maura kept in her room. She didn't live here, but Maura kept a room for her. It was strange, it was silly, but on nights Maura couldn't sleep she would go to Jane's room and bury herself in the lavender scent that remained in Jane's wake. She did launder the sheets, of course, but pillows held a scent and Jane's was too comforting to simply wash away. Besides, she'd been in Jane's house. A few weeks between washing pillows wouldn't hurt her.

Jane was tucked into bed, subdued when Maura sat beside her.

"Tell me," Maura said, her voice unexpectedly harsh.

"It's silly, he opened the bathroom door while I was reaching for it." Jane was a good liar, but she wasn't selling it. Maura's fingers brushed hair back from Jane's face, then she pressed a kiss over the bruise. They didn't kiss often, and never anywhere but the cheek or forehead, maybe onto the others head if they were sitting. But Maura wanted to kiss this better, and she couldn't. "I can't stop thinking about her. She knew she was dying, and she knew he was killing her anyway."

Maura lay carefully beside Jane, giving the air of getting comfort rather than preparing to sleep. She tucked her right arm behind her head, let her left hand find Jane's on the covers and hold it. "It was clever of her, to unplug herself and preserve us a sample."

"Clever of you to think of testing for it, when we all know how many poisons there are to test for."

"He wasn't smart. Rat poison." Maura shook her head. She turned to look at Jane. "You know I'd never hurt you, don't you?" Maura asked, concerned.

"You never have," Jane said warily. "Never deliberately. Besides, I don't have anything you want. And you know I'm leaving it all to TJ anyway."

"And you have never hurt me," Maura said. "Well, my feelings, but you always look so guilty when you apologise."

"Yeah, I forget you're not one of the boys, sometimes. You've seen how I was raised." Jane sighed and rubbed her thumb across Maura's knuckles. "But I try. I'm trying."

"I know," Maura said mildly. "I'm just saying that I love you, and I'm here if you want to talk, or if you don't want to talk." Jane's thumb froze at the word 'love', then resumed its path across Maura's knuckles, slowly and reverently.

"I know. And I wouldn't kill you for your money." Jane sighed. "Nothing would be worth losing you for."

It wasn't a reciprocation of love, but it was as close as Jane got. Maura moved to sit up, but Jane's hand squeezed hers.

"Stay," Jane whispered, and Maura's heart broke with everything she didn't have, with everything that wasn't being offered. Jane felt safe with her. Jane loved her. But Jane was married, and Jane would never say that the way Maura wanted her to.

She stayed anyway, and woke with Jane's head on her chest. She kissed the bruise again - so much worse in daylight, and Jane groaned. Maura extracted herself.

"Maura," Jane called when Maura made it to the door. She touched the doorframe and turned. Jane's hair was a mass of unruly curls, and her face was scrunched up to protect her eyes from the light coming through the windows, but she looked magnificent nonetheless. "Thanks. And, I - you know. I do."

Jane looked so vulnerable that Maura came back and pressed another kiss to Jane's forehead, examined carefully the bruising around her eye. When she brought up coffee, she would bring some aspirin and an ice pack. Jane looked up at her so trustingly, so lovingly that it caught Maura's breath in her chest, make her throat ache for everything she couldn't say.

"I know," Maura said, giving Jane a tight little smile and heading downstairs to start the coffee.

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The second time Jane showed up bruised, Maura started planning. She let Jane inside, and this time she took Jane up to the bathroom, carefully helping her undress the spectacular body she couldn't help but notice even as her attention was drawn to Jane's injuries.

"I tripped over the couch," Jane said. "Nightmare, didn't want to turn the light on." Maura nodded, her mouth tight and closed as she evaluated the injuries. She knew Jane knew she could see a defensive wound a mile off, and her forearms were littered in them. She wondered if Dean knew that she knew, wondered how far he'd go to keep this secret. He was a federal agent. He could have Paddy killed and make it look like an accident. He could get Hope on laundering charges. He could even hurt Cailin, or TJ. Maura breath hissed out of her, and Jane flinched.

Jane never flinched when Maura touched her. She had to calm down. She took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," Jane said, her voice small, a voice Maura had only heard around Jane's father.

"There's no need to be," Maura told her, trying to smile, trying to lighten the mood. She could see blood caked at the edges of Jane's underwear.

"I woke you up, didn't I? Dean got a call, while I was trying to clean myself up," Jane said when Maura saw a bandage on Jane's ribs. From the curl of it, it had been there longer than it took Jane to get over here, and it had been used frequently, starting to fray. "He's gone again." Jane breathed out.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Maura said gently, too gently, because tears shone in Jane's eyes and she looked away. "You have nothing to be sorry for." Maura repeated herself, and Jane blinked away tears as she nodded, not looking away from Maura's face.

Maura pulled out her first aid kit and used swabs to clean up any bleeding. When she looked down at Jane's lap she flushed.

"Period," Jane said, her voice low and strained. Maura didn't like being lied to, but she couldn't - she knew the truth but she didn't want to hear it. But she owed Jane that much, didn't she. She looked Jane in the eyes until she gave one short nod, her breath catching in a sob.

"Do you need stitches?" Maura asked, her voice low and professional as she catalogued the rest of Jane's wounds. Jane shook her head numbly, her body relaxing under Maura's fingers again from the tension of the unasked and unanswered question. "I'll run you a bath, then dress these," Maura said. If Jane had expected privacy she was sadly mistaken, Maura watching with an intensity she almost couldn't bear. She dried Jane gently, using antiseptic on the open wounds and handing her a laden swab of her own. Marital force was hard to prove, even with this kind of battery, and Jane worked at the precinct. Her colleagues would know. It would hurt her career. She used a new ace bandage on Jane's ribs, feeling the intake of breath as her fingers trailed the underside of something impossibly soft. She bandaged the wounds, and then she held Jane.

"I'm getting your pyjamas wet," Jane said, muffled against Maura's hair where she'd nuzzled in against her.

"They'll dry," Maura said absently. She slid her hand over Jane's back and held her closer, expecting Jane to object on account of her injuries or on account of her nudity but her own arms pulled Maura closer too.

---

The third time Maura saw a bruise on Jane, she left the precinct for half an hour, discarding the disposable gloves she'd let build up in her bag in the lab bin. She hummed, and smiled grimly at Susie when she asked what was wrong.

"Everything, but only for a while," Maura said, then touched her forehead, blinking. "Must be dehydrated," she added, excusing herself.

---

Dean didn't make it back to HQ when he fled Boston, he and his car being found in the harbour a few days later, a bloated mess. Maura recused herself from the autopsy; left it to Pike.

He was a federal agent; he'd been working an organised crime case. He'd made enemies. Jane had half thought he'd left her, half thought he'd gone under cover. She'd reached out to his boss, who said he'd turn up, and then he had.

The autopsy ruled his death accidental, and Jane was relieved. She'd half thought Maura might have hired someone, might have told Paddy, or Tommy. But Maura just sat by her side at the funeral and held her while she cried.

---

"You've never hurt me," Jane said, a few years later. Lucy and TJ were playing some toddler game together, and Maura kissed Jane's forehead. "I think that's why I couldn't let myself believe that you loved me for so long." Maura smiled and leaned back into Jane's arms, Tommy and Frankie watching the kids. Jane kissed her cheek. "And maybe why I couldn't let myself love you for so long. I never wanted to ever hurt you."

"You never will Jane," Maura told her.

People like Dean hurt the ones they loved, because they loved power more than what they perceived to be their belongings.

People like Maura? Well, she hadn't loved Dean. Hurting him served no purpose.

That was why she'd simply killed him instead.

Maura hummed as Jane's hands tightened around her. "I've been thinking Lucy looks lonely," Jane said quietly. "Like she might want a little brother or sister." Her voice was hopeful, and Maura chuckled, resting her wedding ring on top of Jane's matching one on the hand beneath hers.

"It's my turn, isn't it," Maura said ruefully. She looked over at Lucy; she was half Dean, but no less loved for it. Maura of all people knew that nurture outwon biology. Paddy might be a serial killer, but Maura was not.

She just had one little murder. As a secret. As a treat. She didn't need another one because no one was ever going to be stupid enough to hurt Jane again.

[rom-e-o]

More Modern AU Headcanons (Ebenescence) (SFW & NSFW)

(SFW)

-After leaving New York, Constance works at a barista and moonlights as a scandalous waitress to make rent. Ebenezer is a private banker with connections to Lloyd’s of London in their insurance and reinsurance areas.

-Constance takes a sincere liking to Ebenezer, which is why she gives him his phone number one day. She has no idea of his wealth of status, which for Ebenezer, makes talking with her refreshing.

-The club she overnights at is seedy at best, and  after seeing how she and the others are treated, Ebenezer buys out the business to put the man out of business, but making sure the employees retain pay during the turnover. He keeps this secret from Constance, as he doesn’t want her to think she ‘owes’ him. He genuinely enjoys her company.

-Upon learning of his infamous status, Constance is stunned. She had always wanted to go into business, but after marrying her first husband Orin (at age 20) she hadn’t had a chance and had been thrown into the world of being a socialite. She has a million questions for him.

-Ebenezer is reluctant to discuss his work more at first, fearing for a moment that perhaps that is the reason she is interested. However, he discovers quickly that Constance is much more interested in things like stocks, bonds, and economical studies rather than actual money.

-This leads to fun conversations. 

“I always used to dislike the holidays, you know.”

“Ah, Q4 is a stressful time.”

“Y-Yes. I mean, um...(chuckles) It is.”

“The holidays are stressful! Presents, dates, family gatherings, cold weather...I understand not looking forward to it, I do.”

OR

“When I was a little girl, my mom and dad would take me to get fresh chocolate and cinnamon donuts on Christmas, then we’d walk past Rockefeller Center and look at all the lights and trees across the city. It was so magical.”

“That...does sound brilliant.”

“Have you ever been?”

“To New York? In passing. A few layovers.”

“Hm. Let me know if you ever go. I know some good donut stops.”

(Laughs) “You’ll be the first to know.” 

-Their first date is dinner and dancing, complete with music and candlelight. The whole shebang. He drives them personally, as he feels uncomfortable with modern rideshare programs.

-Constance wears her hair in a ponytail often, and as they start dating, Eb likes to wind the hair around his hand like a rope and kiss it.

-Ebenezer wears Brioni suits and has a customized, one-of-a-kind Piaget watch that was a gift from a previous engagement. 

-Ebenezer usually wears gloves in the winter, but when he holds Connie’s hands, he always removes them to feel her skin.

-They share their first kiss on their THIRD date, when he goes to drop her off after a Mozart symphony concert. They’re alone on the street in from of her modest flat, there’s a chill in the air, and his hand drifts down to her lower back as he makes sure she successfully unlocks her door. Once she does, she turns around and gets the courage to kiss his cheek. He gasps and, emboldened, turns his head to swoop in and catch her lips. 

-After every date, Constance dances around her room and squeals into her pillows.

-Ebenezer does the same, chuckling and beaming like a crazy man until he’s home. When Prudence cocks her head, he grabs her by the paws and dances with her around the room. “I kissed her, Prudence! I did it! Oh, gods...it was perfect. So perfect. Haha!”

-While Ebenezer wears Brioni, Constance is partial to Dior and Hermes. Both of them detest Chanel.

-They both geek out over documentaries, and marathon them on rainy days.

-No matter how ‘dull’ or ‘boring’ an event is, whenever Ebenezer is invited to give a speech or present before a crowd, Constance is always smiling and claps at the end of every speech. Whenever he returns, she beams at him. “You did great! That was wonderful!”

-They get nicknamed ‘Adonis and Aphrodite’ by other elites, and the tabloids. 

NSFW - 18+ only from this point forward below cut

(NSFW)

-They talk about sex before they actually go to bed together for the first time. It becomes an elephant in the room, and when it comes up, Constance wants to know how he feels and if he’s interested in her in that way. When he says he is, he adds, “I-If you feel the same, then...I’d like to know more about what you like.”

-She reciprocates eagerly. “I...want to know what you like too. Likes. Dislikes. Boundaries.”

-This AMPS UP the sexual tension between them, and by the next date, they can barely keep their hands off each other. Unable to wait, Ebenezer gets them a room at the hotel attached to the nice restaurant they’re at.

-Once that door shuts, he tells her to relax and that he’ll be back. She takes a bubble bath in the huge tub, and when she comes out, Eb has ordered champagne and got the fireplace roaring.

- Still in a towel, she goes to him and kisses him hard and deep. That towel is gone quickly and she is thrown onto the bed. Minutes, later, clothes have been thrown all over the room.

- They have sex until almost sunrise, both oral and penetrative. The ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign is on the door for all of the following day, and all the meals ordered are room service.

-Ebenezer is a traditional romantic, and believes in giving her roses, teddy bears, jewelry and all the other romantic gifts. He enjoys taking her dancing and to the opera and ballet. 

-The sex is passionate and LONG. Both switch positions often, but a favorite position is when she rides him, but he controls the pace from the bottom.

-They both discover each other’s slight BDSM bias when they visit an adult store together one night after a few cocktails. There is a lot of giggling and mental note-taking. Ebenezer purchased some leather handcuffs and remote-operated vibrator. 

-The vibrator is especially useful. He enjoys taking her to coffee or for a show, then upping the speed from the remote in his pocket and watching her squirm and blush.

-Constance enjoys going on long walks with Ebenezer, and gets a secret thrill whenever she goes with him to his work.

-Being a former socialite, she has an impressive taste when it comes to clothing and accessories. Despite this, she is meticulous when it comes to going anywhere public with Eb, as she doesn’t want to ‘embarrass him’.

-Ebenezer steals Connie’s used panties from the laundry, and she has a habit of running his ties through her legs or masturbating in his work shirts.

-They are both post-sex cuddlers. They need to be spooning or hugging tightly after sex. No exceptions.

@quill-pen​ Modern AU ideas are consuming me.

[immediatebreakfast]

The disonance between the cantos of "In which Judgement is passed" and "In Which We Stop at an Inn" is truly fucked when we compare the situation between Constance de Beverley, and lord Marmion side by side.

Judgement is finally given to Constance, and her cellmate like it's a herald from god itself.

Till thus the Abbot’s doom was given, Raising his sightless balls to heaven:— “Sister, let thy sorrows cease; Sinful brother, part in peace!” From that dire dungeon, place of doom, Of execution too, and tomb, Paced forth the judges three,

Part in peace... there is something so dark about telling the people that you are condemning to a possible death to go in peace, or that their sorrows will cease.

Although, I have to ask if in this canto is where Constance gets... put into a wall because of the metaphors used to convey the sheer terror that comes to the unsuspecting people that are not aware of the judgement.

That conclave to the upper day; But, ere they breathed the fresher air, They heard the shriekings of despair, And many a stifled groan: With speed their upward way they take, Such speed as age and fear can make, And crossed themselves for terror’s sake,

Are these shrieks of despair Constance's doing? Because as the canto goes to describe the overall ambiance that surrounded this unsettling moment, the shrieks got duller, and quieter.

Meanwhile this fucked up idea of justice is happening, or happened depending on the timeline, we start the third canto in an inn where lord Marmion and his army are staying for the time being.

No summons calls them to the tower, To spend the hospitable hour. To Scotland’s camp the lord was gone; His cautious dame, in bower alone, Dreaded her castle to unclose, So late, to unknown friends or foes, On through the hamlet as they paced, Before a porch, whose front was graced With bush and flagon trimly placed, Lord Marmion drew his rein: The village inn seemed large, though rude:

Yeah Constance is going to get trapped inside a fucking wall, but look! Lord Marmion found a problem! The poor lord, and his army didn't get the hospitality they wanted because the Dame rightfully didn't want to open her home to a bunch of men she didn't know while her husband was gone.

And now we are in a inn. There is laughter, food, and a very warm reading in what we now as modern readers can associated with what a medieval inn constitutes. And yet, the dread didn't left because the Palmer, once again a theme figure in contrast to Marmion, and his army, acts in a ominous manner.

Resting upon his pilgrim staff, Right opposite the Palmer stood; His thin dark visage seen but half, Half hidden by his hood. Still fixed on Marmion was his look, Which he, who ill such gaze could brook, Strove by a frown to quell; But not for that, though more than once Full met their stern encountering glance, The Palmer’s visage fell.

Even if Constance's revenge is slowly building towards victory, she is still going to end up dead while Marmion enjoys (for now I hope) all of the privilegues of being an emisary to the king. It's literally a methaporical situation of the people serving the elite, Constance escaped with Marmion and dedicated a good chunk of her life to him, and he repaids her with abandoning her to force Clare to marry him.

The power imbalance is unreal, and it will feel so good when Marmion does a single misstep that brings all of his good fortune crashing down. Well, I hope it happens.

[nomnomdiary]

Introducing My OC ^_^

⚠️ Mentioning physical illness, mental illness and suicidal thought. ⚠️OC x Canon related ⚠️Death of Alive Character

*I updated the biodata. I have deleted the old post because it underwent some changes*

Enjoy :)

Constance Emily Wood

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General Bio :

Name : Constance Emily Wood Age : 25 (In the story events), 33 (marrying with Arthur :v) Birth : Concordia, 12 January 1873 (in my HC, the setting is 1898) Origin : Concordia, US Ethnicity : Anglo-American Pronouns : She/her

Personality :

MBTI-Enneagram : ISFJ 6w5 Characteristic : Heartwarming, kind, emphatic, but she has some trust issue with commitment. Likes : Chocolate, flower bucket, ball gown, novel book Hates : betrayal, seeing other people get hurt, incompetence colleague

Physical traits:

Blood type : AB+ Height : 5'1 ft/155 cm Eyes : Brown Hair : Darkest Brown

Family and Love Interest :

Love interest : Arthur Wright

Family : Ernst Wood (Father) ✝, Amelia Wood (Mother) ✝, Edward Wright (son), unnamed grandchild, Constantine Wright (great-grandson)

Affiliation :

Concordian Police Department : Officer (1893-1896) Detective (1896-1898)

Concordian Flying Squad : Detective (1898-1919), Captain (1900-1903), Chief (1919-1929)

Concordia University : Lecturer (since 1910) Professor (since1918)

Characteristic :

Constance is known to be quiet women. Due to her past as an orphan and being shunned by friends, Constance became accustomed to being alone. Her trait faded when she joined The Flying Squad, where she was invited to have lunch with her colleagues while she was used to eating alone.

Because of her past for being black sheep, she has trust issues and like to against authority. She’s so idealistic that led to debates with Chief Wright when her first time in joined the flying squad. She did have a bitter view of the world, but she didn't act cold. She covered it up with professionalism, competence, and the ability to work with other officers. The cases she handled and the people she met taught her the meaning of life. At least, there are still good people who appreciate her behind the cruel world.

Since she was a child, Constance grew up with a million of dreams. Her father always taught her to be optimist and never giving up on dreaming even though they were from the working class. She proved that she worked hard to save money, attend courses, for go to the police academy. Constance shattered the argument that the working class can be anything.

In addition, Constance has a great sense of empathy. Being an orphan and having been bullied in her childhood, she cannot stand to see others suffer. This is disturbs her in working a detective sometimes.

Background story :

Born into a working-class family, little Constance lived with her father, who worked as a construction worker. Her mother passed away during childbirth. Constance became obsessed with becoming a police officer when she saw some police had better live than her when she works to shining the shoes. Her father always taught her optimism and never giving up, despite coming from a working-class background.

Unfortunately, her father died in a fire in their house when she was 5 years old. This horrific event traumatized Constance, especially when she accidentally saw her father's charred body. She developed a strong aversion to eating meat because of it.

There are no family members willing to take care of her so the local police placed Constance in a catholic orphanage in New Haven. She was in a state of deep grief and refused to interact with anyone. Then, she met her first friend, Josephine. Josephine was cheerful and had many friends. She comforted Constance and invited her to play.

After being visited by the police, Constance remembered her dream again. She started working part-time at a textile factory in New Haven. She saved money for her police education and other needs. Unfortunately, this made Josephine jealous of Constance's increasing income. Josephine stole Constance's money and got caught. With her manipulative abilities, Josephine framed Constance as the villain, turning all the people in the orphanage against her. Constance became a public enemy since that.

Constance was bullied by everyone. She was often beaten by her friends who got manipulated by Josephine. There was a time when Constance couldn't take it anymore and fought back against Josephine, easily defeating her and making her nose bleed. This resulted in Constance being punished by the nurturing nuns.

From then on, Constance was frequently punished by the nurturing nuns, always being falsely accused by Josephine. Her back was repeatedly beaten with a stick until it bled and left scars that lasted into adulthood. There was no one who stands with her. Almost no one.

Until one day, she couldn't take it anymore. She decided to attempt suicide by jumping from a building. She was inspired by a girl from the orphanage who had died due to similar act some time ago. When she attempted it one night, her action was stopped by a nun, Aunt Schulz. Constance rebelled and bit Aunt Schulz's arm. She no longer respected anyone, as she felt that it was pointless since she was always blamed even when she didn't do anything. But instead of punishing her, Aunt Schulz embraced her tightly. Surrendering, Constance could only cry loudly in her embrace. Aunt Schulz promised to free Constance from bullying and find her opportunities to reach her dreams.

The next day, Constance's room was moved to the building where the babies were kept. She was free, no longer with the friends who tormented her. She only needed to work to calm the babies there. Soon, Aunt Schulz found an opportunity to earn money again. Constance worked as a nanny at Lady Georgina Uppertown's house. She was thrilled to be able to observe and learn the etiquette courses held there.

Her life in the orphanage continued until she was 17 years old. She left the orphanage and enrolled in the police academy. Of course, Constance faced ridicule because she was a woman and came from a working-class background but she was strong to face it. This bullying was nothing compared to what she experienced in the orphanage. Additionally, she was also deeply shocked that she had to deal with corpses in the police field, where she had trauma related to it. She fought hard to overcome her trauma and succeeded.

She graduated from the academy at the age of 19 and started working as a police officer. At the age of 25, she was selected to be one of the members of the Concordian Flying Squad, an elite police unit specially formed to handle serious cases with selected police officers.

Relationship to other characters : *It's talking about the relationship and some HC from me so it will be different from the game canon*

Isaac Bontemps :

Their relationship is quite good as colleagues. Constance is supportive of him. She comforts Isaac when he is sad to see Marla making “something” with another man due to her financial problems. She also helps treat Isaac's trauma with horses.

Maddie O’Malley :

Like Isaac, their relationship is quite good as colleagues. However, Constance gets annoyed when she sees Maddie with absinthe in her hand. At the end of the main event, Constance visits Maddie's house, comforts Maddie and her baby after Charles' death.

Bernadine Rochester :

If asked who Constance's closest friend is, the answer would be Bernadine. Their meeting began with thwarting Bernadine's suicide attempt. Constance saw that Bernadine was suffering in the same way. Their lives were shattered after being left by their parents (both parents and uncle) and often being slandered, making them a public enemy of evil people. Constance was determined to protect Bernadine and help her destroy the Rochester family. In the end, Bernadine had to die by Horatio to protect her lover, Arthur. Her death made Constance depressed because she lost her only friend who accepted her as she was, unlike her friends at the orphanage. Since then, Constance started wearing a black skirt. She didn't want her grief to be visible because of her job.

Arthur Wright :

Initially, their relationship was like cats and dogs. Constance was idealistic and Chief Wright was a little bit pragmatic leader. As the case ended, their relationship improved. They learned from each other, respected each other, and were willing to work together. Sometimes Chief Wright asking to Constance about his depression due to the loss of her lover, Bernadine. They both are losing Bernadine. Their relationship as colleague continued until Chief Wright's term ended. He became a senator for the Concordia district. Seven years later, Arthur began to recover from his depression and suddenly fell in love with Constance. The tragedy makes his hobby of socializing with the upper class is getting faded away, and he start fell in love with a girl who had a working-class background. He saw Constance as a hardworking and empathetic girl. Constance's lack of confidence and trust issues made it difficult for her to approach him, but she eventually succeeded. Constance realized the depth of Arthur's love and realized that she deserved to be loved. They finally got married a year later (yes, it was forced by his parent because he’s getting older).

Viola Pemberton :

Constance was very angry to find out that Viola had betrayed them in order to be recognized as a member of the Rochester family. As an orphan, she was furious to see Viola caring more about her biological father who had raped her mother more than her stepfather who loved her heartfeltly. In the end, she had to make peace for the sake of professionalism in their work. Over time, their relationship improved.

Justin Lawson :

Initially, their relationship was good. Justin admired Constance for her bravery in criticizing Chief Wright's pragmatic attitude. Justin and Constance were both idealistic and justice-oriented. However, in the end, Constance was horrified to see Justin Lawson's ambition, his hypocrisy, and she starts to hate him.

Marla de Paradis :

They are quite close. Constance was amazed by Marla's caring spirit in adopting some kids. After the main events of the game, they made donations to several orphanages.

Fun facts :

The story of Constance has a connection with Cinderella. She was given an expensive Cinderella storybook by her father and it created a connection with Cinderella. After becoming an orphan, Constance was placed in an orphanage, which is equated with Cinderella's stepfamily as her new family after her father death. Constance was treated poorly by almost everyone in the orphanage, just like Cinderella was mistreated by her stepmother and stepsisters. Then Constance fought back against Josephine, symbolizing Cinderella's courage to attend the party clearly disliked by her stepfamily. When Constance was at the height of despair and finally tried to commit suicide, her attempt was successfully stopped by Aunt Schulz, symbolized by the fairy godmother that saved Cinderella from her despair. Aunt Schulz helped her find connections to achieve her dream of becoming a police officer, like the fairy godmother who created the glass slipper that created connections and privileges to achieve Cinderella's dream of a better life.

She always wears gloves to recovered the scars from whip she got when she was in the orphanage.

She fights using street-fight. Apart from Josephine, she also fought with Fiona Flanangan which caused serious injuries to both of them

Although she was raised in a Catholic orphanage, she is Protestant but she is not so religious. She witnessed puritans ravaging her orphanage and was repeatedly beaten by the Catholic nuns in the orphanage. She's not anti-religion, just not very religious.

She loves cooking

She always advising Evie to organize her files. She little bit doesn't like some messy

Usually girls in orphanages are taught household skills. Constance had this ability so she was assigned to go undercover as a maid at Rochester Castle.

Her hobby is reading novels. When she feels sad or uncomfortable, she starts reading novels. This hobby developed when she was little. Her father gave her a Cinderella book at Christmas. She also likes reading some non-fiction books and has shown an interest in the world of criminology since college. She has published several books based on her experiences as a detective.

Constance once cried when arresting a man from the working class. His daughter ran to him and cried over her father's arrest. Remember of her father, Constance ran out of the crowd and cried in the back. She was reprimanded by Isaac because she had to act professionally as a law enforcement officer.

She’s good in financial management. As people from the working class, she manages finances to survive and achieve her dreams.

Rather than jewelry, she would rather buy a beautiful gown

She dislikes socializing with the upper class because she knows she will definitely be looked down upon by them due to her working-class background.

Even so, Constance really likes dancing, especially with her lover (ex-)Chief Wright. She felt like a princess overnight and felt the romantic love she never felt before. Of course she learned to dance before.

She speaks a little Irish Gaelic and makes Maddie jealous sometimes. She got it when she was in an orphanage where there were lots of Irish children. She also grumbles in Irish Gaelic after arguing with Chief Wright *yes I change it. Being fluent in Irish Gaelic from the orphanage is not makes sense I think*

After the game event, Constance enrolled at Concordia University in the Criminology department with a scholarship from Lady Highmore for her services in saving Concordia. Several years after her graduation, she pursued further studies to obtain a master's and doctoral degree, eventually becoming a professor in the Criminology department at Concordia University.

Her undergraduate thesis focused on the Rochester scandals. The thesis received a high grade.

After becoming chief of the Flying Squad, in 1929 she decided to leave the police and focused to be a professor at Concordia University.

She died in 1962 at the age of 92.

Trivia :

I was inspired by Judy Hopps (Zootopia), Johan Seong (Lookism), and ofc Cinderella.

I am also inspired by one of my family members. They often tell stories of their childhood suffering as an orphan, experiencing loneliness and discrimination. It truly inspires me, both for myself and for shaping the character of Constance.

I was also influenced by K-drama The Glory, The Mask Girl and K-Movie The Handmaiden lol *I’m so obsessed with them*

In the development, she got many changes. Initially, Constance was a cheerful and enthusiastic girl. As time went on, without realizing it, I made Constance into a Byronic character.

Where did the name Constance come from? Yeah actually this is a bit ridiculous. I am obsessed with a German Journalist, Constantin Schreiber and usually when I like someone, I also like their name. And… I got the Constance name. Moreover, the Constance name is suits with her nature, steadfast and constant.