#grace constantine

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Marry me…?

Dr. Christian Devereaux is a man obsessed with wealth and power. He’s a manipulative snake who managed to convince Mr. Constantine he was good for his daughter (before the man was brutally killed). Now, with the fragile heiress of a massive fortune practically sitting in his lap, he makes his first move towards wealth.

Thank god Grace isn’t that stupid.

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Grace Amaryllis Constantine

When she has enough energy to be outdoors, Grace loves taking walks through the garden and enjoying the flowers, sometimes she’ll even take a book and read for a bit in the sunshine. Unfortunately, getting outside is easier said than done with her health the way it is, as even the shortest of outings is enough to take the wind right out of her lungs.

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It’s been a little bit since I’ve drawn Grace 🤍 her story is still in development, but her weak health and tired eyes never change, poor thing.

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If I Loved You

Suppose I was to say that I’d marry you?

You?

Ah, you wouldn’t go marrying a feller like me, would you, Miss Grace?

Yes, I would, if I loved you.

But you don’t.

No, I don’t. But I can’t say I know much about love at all, Mr. Martin. Doubt I’d know even if I did. You wouldn’t go holding that against me now, would you?

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Not ever, Miss Grace.

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Hi, I love them. My babies 🤍 I haven’t drawn Grace and Rolo hardly at all so far this year. I need to fix that 😭

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Daydreaming

Not so much daydreaming as she is sleeping with her eyes open? Grace is someone who struggles at night (both with her own health as well as nightmares), so it’s not uncommon to find her passed out in strange places at strange hours. It’s not uncommon for her to doze like this, either, her mind asleep for the moment while her body remains awake.

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“It was unnerving to meet someone with almost nothing behind their eyes. Marie liked to say that the eyes were the windows to the soul. If that were true, Grace’s eyes led to a chilly black pit. Her ability to stare straight through him made his skin crawl.

Rolo reached into his pocket and found his small burlap bag of marbles. He carried them for no particular reason; mostly just to keep his hands busy. The small glass balls clattered as he poked through them, passing other colors aside. Out of all the pieces, he removed his only pure black ones. They were obsidian, perfectly round and the smallest in his collection. He only had two of this kind, given to him by Marie on one of his many birthdays. Which one, he couldn’t really remember.

These marbles were the closest thing Rolo could think of to describe Grace’s eyes. Besides the reflection of his own face in the glass, there didn’t seem to be anything else to see in them. There was only darkness: pure, rich, and painfully empty.”

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Doodle of my lil’ depresso espresso 🖤 lowkey just didn’t feel like coloring or lining. So pencil sketchies it is.

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Miss Constantine

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I miss drawing my lil’ depresso espresso bean 🥰 she’s a blorbo and I love her so, so much! She’s come a long way since her original design and is still changing a little bit each time I draw her, but I don’t mind. My child.

It’s a bit funny since Grace has actually gone back a few steps from where I had her a few months ago. Her original iteration was very cold and stoic. She’s not quite so mean now, but she’s not very emotive still 😮‍💨 her face fluctuates between concern and boredom, usually.

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Desolation

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Finally managed to get all the kids from Desolation into the same comp 🥰 it’s nice to finally see them a together in the same world.

This story has been going through a ton of changes recently so it’s nice getting back into the groove a bit with them as I work out plot and stuff.

Top right: Grace Constantine (my blorbo)

Top left: Christian Deveraux

Bottom left: Harrod Fairchild

Center: Marie-Annette Chandler

Bottom right: Rudolph ‘Rolo’ Martin

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Grace, my baby girl, doesn’t actually have any sort of villain arc. It’s not really that type of story. But it’s always fun to imagine what that might look like if she did :3 I wonder what pushed her over the edge?