“My Life Isn’t As Glamorous As My Wanted Poster Makes It Look.”

୨୧╼ A life on the run for crimes she did not commit – was nothing new for Violet. But the disastrous events that occurred in Metropolis had left Violet truly on her own. Before she could often rely on the strengths of her siblings and the love of Beatrice. Now she felt adrift in the wind. For now, she found a home in the less than savory part of Gotham.       Another night spent at some dodgy bar. Where Violet would hope to drown her plentiful sorrows in a whiskey neat. At first, she paid no mind to the person who sat next to her. It was only when she heard the familiar voice of her one-time lawyer, that she turned her head. Many things had changed in both their lives, how strange it would both lead them to the same point.      Worry filled Violet that she may be recognized. That it may be the end of her life as a free woman. Nervously she turned her face to him. Though he had been an ally once, that did not mean he still was. “It has been sometime Mr. Dent.” Her chestnut eyes darted from him to the door.

@halfdent ୨୧ starter call. 

good day lovies! i hope you smile genuinely at least once today and your all goes well. you are beautiful inside and out. you are special and worthful. never forget.

i'mma eat some real pizza that i've missed so badly. i will be playing some final fantasy 7, but i will be around to chat and plot! hopefully the pain in my ear dulls a bit - and i'll be able to write today!

୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to plot out dynamics and relationships with my morose babe? willing to adapt her to basically any media - and create unique verses.

different ways to kiss. accepting. ୨୧ accepting

[ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing. ( @contritioned )

୨୧╼ Violet’s breath hitched as she sensed Frank’s lips sweep across her flesh. Though physical contact had yet to occur, she felt as if she was an atom in a particle accelerator. That her brain was going at the speed of light, headed towards a collision. “Frank…” Words spoke barely above a murmur. Eye lids fluttered close – as her fingers entangled in the bed linens. 

          Physical intimacy was not something Violet was accustomed to. For years she told herself that she had no time for such trivial things. Her teens and twenties completely dedicated to raising her siblings and Beatrice. The promise that she made to her parents and Kit was something she took very seriously. Even so deep down she knew those were merely justifications for her fear of closeness. 

         Tragedy seemed to befall those who got too involved with Violet. Which always left her with feelings of loss, guilt, and self-loathing. The trauma did not just plague her – but alienated her. She found it difficult to connect with those who lived a life without suffering. Even with Frank’s roughness, she found solace with him. For he was the first person since Quigley understood what it was like to be trapped in an abyss of sorrow.  The need to sacrifice yourself to rid the world of monsters.

        As Violet became more accustomed to Frank’s proximity, her body relaxed. In every way his body dwarfed her own – threatening to swallow her up. She bit her bottom lip as she felt a mix of nervousness and excitement well in her stomach. “Please, I cannot take it anymore.” The way in which he toyed with her was driving her to the brink. “Touch me. Or I swear I shall go as mad as Victor Frankenstein himself.” Was it so wrong to lose oneself in a moment of desire?  In a world so frightening and cruel, brief moments of reprieve were all that could be hoped for.

☢ ╼  WALKSWASTES. a tri-muse fallout rp blog ft. lucy maclean, courier six, and lee moldaver. as explored by phantom ( she/her & 30+ ).

୨୧╼ endless edits of violet. 

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okay but now i also have the craving to bring back my antichrist cheryl blossom.

“You know, you never tell me anything about you. It’s a real discrepancy in our relationship, considering that you know everything about me.”

📚     𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐙 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐊𝐈'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒               ↳ change pronouns / details as necessary.

❛  this is not for you.  ❜ ❛  i still get nightmares.  ❜ ❛  sleep’s been stalking me for as long as i can remember.  ❜ ❛  i don’t want to end up like that.  ❜ ❛  i should have known something was up.  ❜ ❛  mostly though, they just vanished.  ❜ ❛  what did i know then ?  what do i know now ?  ❜ ❛  i have never read for more than an hour.  ❜ ❛  i haven’t even washed the blood off yet.  ❜ ❛  there’s no doubt i am responsible for plenty.  ❜ ❛  you’ll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all.  ❜ ❛  and then the nightmares will begin.  ❜ ❛  i’m just trying to help you out here.  ❜ ❛  i had to think fast.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t mean to wander into all of this.  ❜ ❛  now there’s an admission, eh ?  ❜ ❛  last night i wasn’t sleeping very well.  ❜ ❛  we all create stories to protect ourselves.  ❜ ❛  what can i say ?   i’m a sucker for abandoned stuff.  ❜ ❛  i guess the complicated one i don’t feel like getting into.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t feel at all myself.  ❜ ❛  i can’t do a fucking thing.  ❜ ❛  but i’m still having problems breathing.  ❜ ❛  i should have stayed near people.  ❜ ❛  you won’t have time to even scream.  ❜ ❛  i actually thought i was going to fall.  ❜ ❛  it made me real uneasy, like i was surrounded by ghosts.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts ?  ❜ ❛  i think i still feel guilty.  ❜ ❛  but who am i kidding ?  ❜ ❛  i am alone in hostile territories and have no idea how they are hostile.  ❜ ❛  right now going to hell seems like a pretty sound bet.  ❜ ❛  i knew i’d failed.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been waiting for this chance for a while.  ❜ ❛  like i already said, drives me nuts.  ❜ ❛  hey asshole.  ❜ ❛  this shit’s getting ridiculous.  ❜ ❛  i’ll remember what i’d hoped to say in the first place.  ❜ ❛  i have no way of knowing that for certain.  ❜ ❛  i don’t have long.  ❜