𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓈

ɪɴᴅ. ꜱᴇʟ. ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ/ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ @ᴘꜱᴜꜱᴇꜱᴍꜱᴘᴀɪɴᴛ.

[artificialmotherr]

Yo! Sorry to bug but I followed you for my rp blogs @fireworkvamplee and @magicalmystery-muses is that ok?

yeah, thats alright! no worries friend :)

[apotomelimma]

The android pulls back from her son and clasps his hand in hers. “Love, it’s my job to worry about you,” she coos. Her light eyes glimmer as she looks over Klaus, head cocked to the side.

“If you’d like, dear, I could take your things for you?” Grace suggests to him, her free hand gesturing to the crumpled bag tossed to the floor. “You’re welcome to stay in your old room if you wish.”

For an odd moment, Klaus’s mouth opens as the light catches in her eyes. Are there mirrors behind the color to bring the animated mechanical wonder to life? Is it like the eyes inside of a taxidermy animal? The dark train of thought earns a high giggle from him.

“What are you laughing about?” Ben murmurs from his spot above them, his hood drawn up to swallow up his features.

Klaus waves his hand at Grace. “No, no mother,” he says, his voice is saccharine from the repulsion of nausea that comes over him at the idea of staying in his room, “I’ll just put this in a closet somewhere. No need to go back there.” His darkened eyes take a quick look around, “Anyone else home yet?” He didn’t come because he felt bad or wholly because he wanted to get an early inheritance, he wanted to see them on some level.

[apotomelimma]

Diego cleared the door and shut it carefully behind himself. “Hey, ma,” he greeted quietly as his typically downturned mouth tugged upwards in their corners. His eyes followed Klaus all the way up the stairs until he disappeared. When he was sure they were alone, he put out his arms. “Long time no see.” Even if he said it had been a while, he did call on occasion to talk to her or even just check on her. Pogo was a rare conversationalist and made himself scarce to accommodate who Diego truly wanted to talk to.

[artificialmotherr]

"It has been a while," Grace murmured, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him gently. "How have you been, love?" she asked him as she pulled away only slightly. "Not getting into any trouble, right?" She was well aware of Diego's line of work, and figured he got into trouble quite often, but it couldn't hurt to ask anyways.

[apotomelimma]

The android pulls back from her son and clasps his hand in hers. “Love, it’s my job to worry about you,” she coos. Her light eyes glimmer as she looks over Klaus, head cocked to the side.

“If you’d like, dear, I could take your things for you?” Grace suggests to him, her free hand gesturing to the crumpled bag tossed to the floor. “You’re welcome to stay in your old room if you wish.”

For an odd moment, Klaus’s mouth opens as the light catches in her eyes. Are there mirrors behind the color to bring the animated mechanical wonder to life? Is it like the eyes inside of a taxidermy animal? The dark train of thought earns a high giggle from him.

“What are you laughing about?” Ben murmurs from his spot above them, his hood drawn up to swallow up his features.

Klaus waves his hand at Grace. “No, no mother,” he says, his voice is saccharine from the repulsion of nausea that comes over him at the idea of staying in his room, “I’ll just put this in a closet somewhere. No need to go back there.” His darkened eyes take a quick look around, “Anyone else home yet?” He didn’t come because he felt bad or wholly because he wanted to get an early inheritance, he wanted to see them on some level.

[artificialmotherr]

Her hands drop down to rest on her sides, and she glances around, as if she could have missed any of the children coming home while she spoke to Klaus. “No, you’re the first so far,” she replies and turns back to face him. “Pogo is around here somewhere, though, if you’d like to give him a hello as well.”

Grace’s eyes keep drifting towards the front door. Now that one was home, she was antsy for everybody else to arrive. It could take a while, yes, but she was excited to be able to see them again. How she missed having her children to watch over.

[apotomelimma]

His eyebrows raise a little towards his hairline. “Well, mother,” his eyes drift towards the door, “I’m going to go say hi to dear old Pogo. I’m sure everyone needs you when they arrive.” He makes a grand gesture, “especially Allison with her big luxurious luggage.” Klaus smiles again, this time much more softly then before, “thank you, my sweetest maternal unit.”

He heaved the plastic bag over his shoulder. “Oh, Pogo!” Klaus called out to the near empty house as the door cracked open to reveal a dark clad man.

[artificialmotherr]

Grace laughed softly at Klaus's usual over-the-top demeanor and wiggled her fingers in a wave at his back before swiveling back to the new figure in the door. Her eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands together excitedly, smile practically gleaming.

"Oh, hello Diego, dear!" she said and took a few steps closer to the door. She didn't have any favorites between the seven (five now, technically) but Diego had seemed the most attached to her. Seeing him was certainly a delight.

[patrick-swayzed]

It takes Grace a few moments to break from her slight trance, and she glances over to Klaus, a smile just tracing her lips.

“She looks very happy, don’t you think?” she questions. “She’s quite lovely…”

“Yeah, I guess,” he uttered, tilting his head to look at the painting. 

Was that what happiness looked like? Klaus coudln’t honestly say he knew. Happiness wasn’t something he could ever remember being. There were moments, very rare, that maybe he could say he was happy, but those were rare indeed. 

“You’re prettier though,” he assured Mom. 

He knew they weren’t the only ones bullied by Professor Hargreeves. Grace simply bore it well. 

[artificialmotherr]

She straightens herself, no longer vaguely mimicking what the woman in the painting was doing, and her eyes begin to wander along to other paintings lining the walls.

"Oh... thank you, dear," she replies politely.

Compliments were a rare thing; welcome, of course, but never too common. After the children had left, Grace had been subject to Reginald's bossing around and various insults. The only compliments had come from Pogo, but even then they were uncommon.

[patrick-swayzed]

Once the two of them got into the museum, Grace immediately felt captivated by all of the art hanging on the walls. All different scenes, in bright colors… She found it stunning.

She let go of Klaus’s arm and slowly wandered her way to a painting of a very elegantly dressed woman, gazing at the picture dreamily. She absently started to mimic the pose the woman was stuck in.

Klaus followed beside his mother, watching with a nearly invisible smile as she pulled away and admired the painting they’d stopped at. 

“What are you doing?” he wondered. 

There was no judgement in his tone. Nothing sharp. Merely  curiosity. 

[artificialmotherr]

It takes Grace a few moments to break from her slight trance, and she glances over to Klaus, a smile just tracing her lips.

"She looks very happy, don't you think?" she questions. "She's quite lovely..."

[apotomelimma]

The android pulls back from her son and clasps his hand in hers. “Love, it’s my job to worry about you,” she coos. Her light eyes glimmer as she looks over Klaus, head cocked to the side.

“If you’d like, dear, I could take your things for you?” Grace suggests to him, her free hand gesturing to the crumpled bag tossed to the floor. “You’re welcome to stay in your old room if you wish.”

For an odd moment, Klaus’s mouth opens as the light catches in her eyes. Are there mirrors behind the color to bring the animated mechanical wonder to life? Is it like the eyes inside of a taxidermy animal? The dark train of thought earns a high giggle from him.

“What are you laughing about?” Ben murmurs from his spot above them, his hood drawn up to swallow up his features.

Klaus waves his hand at Grace. “No, no mother,” he says, his voice is saccharine from the repulsion of nausea that comes over him at the idea of staying in his room, “I’ll just put this in a closet somewhere. No need to go back there.” His darkened eyes take a quick look around, “Anyone else home yet?” He didn’t come because he felt bad or wholly because he wanted to get an early inheritance, he wanted to see them on some level.

[artificialmotherr]

Her hands drop down to rest on her sides, and she glances around, as if she could have missed any of the children coming home while she spoke to Klaus. "No, you're the first so far," she replies and turns back to face him. "Pogo is around here somewhere, though, if you'd like to give him a hello as well."

Grace's eyes keep drifting towards the front door. Now that one was home, she was antsy for everybody else to arrive. It could take a while, yes, but she was excited to be able to see them again. How she missed having her children to watch over.

[artificialmotherr]

Grace is a vision. When Dear Old Dad decided to make her, he probably was on to something. He still remembers the exact step he lost his footing on. One dark lined eye scrunches closed, but for a moment he’s only twelve and he actually does smile. The feeling is absolutely fleeting when he spies Pogo over her shoulder.

He waves a hand in the air, “I’m almost one hundred percent sure that my middle name.” A minute giggle escapes him while Ben rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry your little wires, mama.”

The android pulls back from her son and clasps his hand in hers. “Love, it’s my job to worry about you,” she coos. Her light eyes glimmer as she looks over Klaus, head cocked to the side. 

“If you’d like, dear, I could take your things for you?” Grace suggests to him, her free hand gesturing to the crumpled bag tossed to the floor. “You’re welcome to stay in your old room if you wish.”

[artificialmotherr]

An hour or so later, when the sun had set Pogo came back up to check on them. Dorian had started to stack things on the floor to sort them into piles of importance or interest. “The first of the children have arrived Ms. Grace,” he announced politely as he reviewed the items on the floor. Dorian was sitting among them, head in her hand and a pensive expression on her face.

She was probably far deeper into her search then she realized when he came. She lifted her head to look at Grace. “Y-you should go. I’ll be okay here, if that’s okay with you?”

Grace peered out the window at the setting sun and placed the small stack of papers she held down. “Oh, yes,” she said lightly, spinning to face Pogo and Dorian. “I’ll be down in one moment.”

She took a few steps over to Dorian and knelt down beside her, eyes shifting to the papers surrounding the girl. “That is alright by me, dear. If you need anything, feel free to come down and fetch me, alright?” She gave Dorian another of her signature perfect smiles, then stood up straight, fixed her skirt, and breezed past Pogo to go greet her children.

[apotomelimma]

Dorian admired the skirt. It neatly swirled in a perfect circle around the androids calves, lifting just lightly to reveal perfect knees before Grace crosses to her. Her own clothes suddenly felt dated. She squeezed the frown to just her eyes at the idea of being alone again until the Android speaks. The alchemist looked down at her papers, blushing lightly at the artificial mothers attention.

“Thank you.”

Pogo’s eyes were a wee bit lightened by the interaction. “Just a call away dear,” he said with a delicate gesture to the intercom system. Closing the door behind himself, he made his way down. He was getting older, the stairs were getting harder each day however he made the trip down.

A body in motion stayed in motion.

Klaus was wide eyed as he took in the potential treasures about him. He didn’t have much with him, just a few salvagables that he had taken in a trash bag. That sat in a heap on the floor, crumpled and actually a little smelly, the chemical kind. There were maybe a few things he could pawn. The spiritually gifted was hoping to grift a few things off the ‘family’ estate. Some fucking family.

“Mother!” He cried out, spinning just once on his heal to theatrically invite her to a hug, “oh! How I missed you!”

[artificialmotherr]

Grace beamed at the sight of Klaus, eyes crinkling at the corners, as she came down the stairs, neat heels clicking along the shining wooden floor. She leaned into his embrace, pulling back for a moment to try and smooth his hair down. "Hello, Klaus," she sang, patting his cheek with a perfectly manicured hand.

Klaus looked a little worse for wear than he had when he had left the academy- quite a while ago, she recalls- but his mischevious smile and odd manner stayed the same. It made Grace feel nostalgic in a way. "How have you been doing, love?" she asked him sweetly. "Staying out of trouble, I hope."

[artificialmotherr]

people: want to int w grace

me: im a dad now. this title has been bestowed upon me and i will wear it w honor

[artificialmotherr]

An hour or so later, when the sun had set Pogo came back up to check on them. Dorian had started to stack things on the floor to sort them into piles of importance or interest. “The first of the children have arrived Ms. Grace,” he announced politely as he reviewed the items on the floor. Dorian was sitting among them, head in her hand and a pensive expression on her face.

She was probably far deeper into her search then she realized when he came. She lifted her head to look at Grace. “Y-you should go. I’ll be okay here, if that’s okay with you?”

Grace peered out the window at the setting sun and placed the small stack of papers she held down. “Oh, yes,” she said lightly, spinning to face Pogo and Dorian. “I’ll be down in one moment.”

She took a few steps over to Dorian and knelt down beside her, eyes shifting to the papers surrounding the girl. “That is alright by me, dear. If you need anything, feel free to come down and fetch me, alright?” She gave Dorian another of her signature perfect smiles, then stood up straight, fixed her skirt, and breezed past Pogo to go greet her children.

[artificialmotherr]

The artificial mothers smile faded and so did the look of horror from Dorians face. Her own expression slipped into one of absorption. Grace had been so well built that she hadn’t even noticed.

Pogo averted her attention to the tea. “No worries my dear girl, go on your search of knowledge. You stepped on no toes here.”

Grace carefully dragged her finger along the spine of one of the books she held, keeping her eyes down. She took a small breathless sigh and set the book back down.

“Some of these books might be interesting to you, dear,” she said over her shoulder to Dorian, waving her hand. “Some have miscellaneous notes on experiments, other things that you may need....” 

[artificialmotherr]

Pogo’s weight shifted, his eyes drifted between the girl and the android slowly. Grace seemed to want to explain, however the reservation of telling someone outside of their natural circle was designated to him.

“Ms. Grace is…”

Dorian swallowed a little. Was the woman a vampire? Or even a golemn?

“It’s not really my place to explain,” he said much more softly when he noted the girl’s face. She looked a little mortified actually, as if she had ruptured their social cues in the rudest way possible.

Grace fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her smile slowly slipping away. Finally being allowed to say what she wanted was a new feeling, but a certainly welcome one. 

“Well, Dorian, I’m not... I’m not a real person. I’m artificial. I was created solely to be the mother of the children, since Reginald needed a full-time caretaker for them. So... here I am.” 

Grace paused, then turned to pick her books back up. “I’ll continue looking through these shelves now,” she murmured softly.

[artificialmotherr]

The smile makes the alchemist smile sweetly. The way Grace seemed to even glance past her as if looking right at a fond memory warmed her. She had grown up within the Talamascan Castle and as a result she was simply well adjusted, but had missed out on a great deal of things. One of those things being a mother’s love.

“I’m really sorry to hear that, I am.” Mostly she was sorry about the kids, how much love they were missing out on. She leafed the pages in her hands lightly. “You’ll get reunited with them hopefully in paradise.”

She looked down at the papers as Pogo reemerged from the hallway with a silvery dolly that held a tray with a pot of tea and a single cup. “Here you are Lady Dor,” he said as he put both hands on his cane before him. The primate had a warm sort of smile, like a father’s that made Dorian feel oddly fuzzy when he directed at her. “But doesn’t– Grace you don’t want tea?”

Grace blinked a couple times, then slowly set the pile of books she had accumulated in her arms, glancing over at Pogo before turning back to face Dorian. Usually, the people that stopped by the mansion didn’t ask questions like that. They did what they were paid to do, then left. 

“Oh, no, dear, I don’t exactly... need to drink.” she started, folding her hands over her skirt. Her eyes drifted over to Pogo again, making sure it was okay for her to say this. She didn’t want to say something wrong and end up being scolded.

[artificialmotherr]

Dorian turned away from the desk to survey the bookshelves for anything that would be obvious perhaps. It was surprising how many people didn’t feel the need to hide their treasured knowledge. She pulled the first book from the shelf when nothing in particular struck her, however, she noted there wasn’t a system of obvious organization. Perhaps, they were shelved according to importance.

“I would like to look at them anyhow,” she said as she put the book back on second thought and came back to the desk to sit adjacent to the android. She held out her good hand for them. “Can you tell me a little bit about your children?” she asked.

Grace smiled dreamily and carefully piled papers in front of Dorian, moving across the room to sort through books. “Oh, they’re all very lovely kids,” she cooed. Any chance she got to speak about her kids she used to the fullest. “They’re all twenty-nine as of now. Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Vanya.” 

“They all left quite a while ago to go on their own paths.” She hummed softly, stacking books in an arm chair near her and flipping through them quickly. “There were... originally seven. Five disappeared when he was about thirteen, and Ben died about a year after that.... But now we have five. They should all be arriving somewhat soon for Reginald’s funeral.”

[artificialmotherr]

repost, don’t reblog.

one / name / alias.

peter, p.s, sawyer, soy boy, beter, etc etc

two /  birthday.

aug. 27th!!!

three / zodiac sign.  

im virgo

four /  height.

i am. tiny boy. five foot one

five  /  hobbies.

i draw, paint, scroll through reddit and tumblr, try to work on screenwriting, n more stuff uwu

six /  favourite colors.  

hm, probably blue! although i love so many colors

seven / favourite books.

the raven boys series by maggie stiefvater holds a special place in my heart, but mostly any book by her is my big fav

eight  /  last song listened to.

virtus domum by sakima

nine  /  last film watched.

uhhh, i think it was in this corner of the world. that movie makes me cry, both bc story and bc the animation is so pretty

ten  /  inspiration for muse.

i absolutely love grace, and i think besides the seven kids she is my absolute favorite. shes so pretty, and im a sucker for androids and i love exploring the emotions androids can experience. shes an interesting character, in my opinion

eleven  / dream job.  

i think i would love doing something in the film industry? or animation! 

twelve  / meaning behind your url.

i think its sorta self explanatory? 

tagged by @apotomelimma (dude it is wild we are super similar)

TAGGING: go ahead and steal this, but feel free to tag me

[artificialmotherr]

Dor pulled a few tendrils of hair down to smooth them back into place. Grace seems to have an idea of where to start. She watches almost helplessly as the android mechanically goes through these things with a sort of ? Dorian actually doesn’t have a description for what she’s seeing. It’s just, refreshing.

“The desk is a good place,” she manages to answer as she comes around it to be by Grace’s side. She looks at the clutter of it. It looked as if the man who sat here would return at any moment. She puts one finger on the corner of a journal to bring it to herself. Perhaps she should have brought boxes for all of it. “Here, we’ll start with whats on top and go down?”

“That sounds like a smart plan,” Grace tells her, starting to organize the things on the desk and piling it into small groups, one for books, one for papers, etc. For a man who was supposedly very sophisticated, Reginald never kept his desk particularly clean. 

“Some of these just seem to be bills for the home, or for services we requested...” she says softly, cocking her head to the side. “Nothing of interest, unless you need them?”

[artificialmotherr]

Even with a human facade, Grace still had an unnerving human like quality that constantly reminded him that she was not human at all when these little gestures revealed themselves. He had to look away at the floors, his foot testing them to ensure they still kept their data.

“Very well then,” he said with an agreeable nod, “I will go downstairs in case the children arrive.” Pogo half turned to the door way, “Lady Dor, would you like some tea?” the girl gave a nod, “Yes, please I would appreciate it.” Once he left them alone, she placed the recorder on the desk. It’s little red dot indicated it was on.

Dorian didn’t know where to start. She removed her wide brimmed hat to place it on the seat closest to her. “Before we start, could you–” she felt shy to ask for assistance due to her arm, “Help me with my bag?”

“Oh, of course.” Grace stepped over to Dorian and carefully lifted the bag up over her head. “There you are. Now, where would you like to start, dear?” she asked her, starting to gaze around the room.

She moved herself to Reginald’s desk, looking over the contents neatly arranged and reaching out to gently touch them.  Everything in the room felt so off limits to her, and being able to interact with any of it was somewhat unreal. Grace usually took in information in a hands-on way and this seemed like an overload of information for her. It was interesting though. Very interesting.