House Of Leaves Starters. ୨୧ Accepting

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.

୨୧╼ starter call. who wants a starter when i get back. may message to plot something out since it will most likely be an au. <3

house of leaves starters. ୨୧ accepting

❛  like i already said, drives me nuts.  ❜ - shawn ( @luminescenc1e )

୨୧╼ Shawn was unlike anyone that Violet had ever met. Throughout her perilous journeys there had been an abundance of colorful characters. Yet none of them seemed to be so carefree and full of genuine joy. Even when he talked disparagingly about something, there was a jovial nature to it. In many ways she could not help but be a bit jealous. Despite these feelings being around his positive energy always seemed to bring a smile to her lips.

    Chocolate colored irises looked up at Shawn as he expressed his displeasure. “Do you truly find the dish so displeasing?” For a good portion of Violet’s youth, if what she ate wasn’t poisonous, she was content. “You could always order something else.” Carefully Violet dabbed her lips with a napkin. “Also, I’ve been meaning to ask – “ She lifted the glass which contained a plentiful amount of whiskey to her lips. After a decent sized gulp to steady her nerves. As she still struggled with interacting with others when not in life or death situation. “What exactly is a psychic detective?”

୨୧╼ Harvey was no longer the man Violet had once known. Of course, she had followed his venture into wickedness in the papers. The acid scarred face did not cause her fear and trepidation. Moreso his public obsession with duality and basing choices on a two headed coin. She had never been very lucky, and she did not like her odds.       

        The way in which Two-Face smiled was dangerous. Equally as threatening as it was teasing. When he probed her on staying, she paused. Unsure of what was the best way to handle the situation. She decided to indulge him. As to not cause a scene or his annoyance. “I suppose I could use the company.” It was not her first foray into dealing with a rogue. Her voice was steady and she was as cool as chilled cucumber soup on a cold day. 

       “It seems we’ve both been in the news lately.” Violet may have been mostly innocent, but the result was just the same. No matter how unjust it was. “I am sure they’ll figured out more crimes against humanity to pin on me. Lex never was one to let things go.” A soft sigh escaped plump lips as she relaxed in her seat. “So, are you going to buy me a drink? After all I believe your criminal endeavors are much more profitable than mine.”

𝐇𝐈𝐌  ,  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  ,   𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   DENT  ,  DENT  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐍𝐎𝐖  .   So  long  ago  had  MR.  DENT  encountered  VIOLET  BAUDELAIRE  .  He  is  not  quite  an  ALLY  nor  an  𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓  ...   the  night  can  take  them  either  way  .  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄   in  a  sense  could  remember  her  almost  as  vividly  as  HARVEY  .  He  was  there  for  it  ;  the  accusations  stacking  against  her  ,  they  could  entertain  whether  the  sea  of  indictments  have  ever  stopped  lapping  at  her  heels  .

The  asymmetry  of  his  visage  now  obverse  .  He  follows  her  eyes  ,  she's  already  considering  leaving  ,  &&  𝐒𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓  ?  !

A  smirk  as  he  stoops  onto  the  stool  ,  elbows  onto  his  thighs  .

 ❝  Yeah  ,  sometime  ,  ain't  that  a  fact  ?  Yer  plannin'  on  stayin'  for  a  drink  &&  a  chat  or  are  yer  stockpilin'  more  of  'em  '  𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  ?  '   ❞

i need someone to blab about violet's fallout verse with. plz someone.

୨୧╼ Life was not all puppies and rainbows, even as much as one wish it were. Often reality was often cruel and unforgiving. Yet Violet could not give up hope for a peaceful and happy existence. Or else the tragedy she endured and atrocities she committed to survive would be for naught. In Beatrice’s best interest she decided to settle down. Even if it meant she had to disguise herself and become someone else. All that mattered was her daughter felt secure and experience joy. 

        Klaus had managed to get into Harvard. While technically he submitted his application with falsified documentation, he was more than qualified. It was merely out of necessity for them – as being on the run since you were children didn’t give you the best references and schooling on paper. Sunny had gotten into an accredited cooking school overseas. Violet was happy to see both her siblings thrive, but she was having a harder time adjusting.

       Massachusetts was a pleasant enough place to settle. After all the horrors she had experienced she found little to complain about. Harvard’s campus was beautiful. A wonderful place to wait to pick up Klaus while she scribbled about new inventions in her common place book. The bench Violet usually sat out was occupied by another. With a polite smile, she approached them. “Do you mind if I sit next to you? I am meeting my brother in this area – and this bench has the best visibility.”

@intothemacabre ୨୧ starter call. 

୨୧╼  Thanks to faux documentation crafted by Violet’s brother Klaus; she was able to exist amongst monsters. Even if being in their presence alone made her stomach churn. Yet she did not have the luxury to avoid them, she would do what she needed to survive. At least long enough to help the resistance accomplish something. 

       The poor manner in which he spoke German actually made Violet giggle. Languages not taught from a young age were difficult to learn. She did not judge him; the effort was appreciated. “It is quite alright.” Though her accent was still present, she spoke English clearly. “I am not good at what you do. I have read your file, very impressive.” When he inquired if she was Violet, she offered a curt nod. 

       Violet took a key that hung around her neck and used it to unlock a door clearly marked ‘Employees Only.’  Once inside she locked the door behind them, before she led them down the stairs. Slender fingers flicked the light switch. The room illuminated to reveal a workshop filled with various tools, inventions, and weapons. “The Nazis have made astonishing progress in technology. It is my job to take salvaged equipment apart, figure out how it works – and repurpose it for our cause. Do you have a preferred weapon type?”  

Blazkowicz's standard issue boots' heavy steps, taken in similar cadence to an army march, were unmistakable. His eyes, cold blue, narrowed as they scanned the establishment. Contact's supposed to be here. He caught sight of a few Nazis five pints deep and scowled. Felt like he was gonna throw up in his goddamn mouth. Of course he hated the bastards. But if he killed them now, he was a dead man, too. And if he were a dead man, they might never learn about what in the goddamn hell them krauts were doing in that big honkin' castle of theirs.

When he was addressed, he wiped the scowl (and the glare that had been directed at no one) clean off his face, and turned around. He wasn't in disguise -- uniform wasn't done being custom-tailored for him -- and thank God for it. If he had to spend any more time than he needed to in that thing, he might just do something he'd regret.

That must've been her. Sure looked like the description. Tall, slim, braids, pretty face, dark hair.

"Yes... let's," BJ responded in German. He could practically hear Agent One chastising him now: 'your German? Frankly, it's atrocious.'

"Sorry. My German isn't very good. Better at the whole, y'know... other parts of my job," he whispered once they were clear of any prying ears. "You Violet?"

୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to chit chat?

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.

Sentences were taken from different sources of literature that depict dark romance, these include possessive language, jealousy, power trips, some kinks, innuendos. Some sentences are tamer than others, please use wisely. Change names, pronouns and locations as you see fit. This meme is not safe for all audiences, as it contains adult themes.

Cara is mine, and only mine.

You didn’t seem to be in any danger when you were being my good, little girl.

A crush? I had consumed at least three of that woman’s bodily fluids, as she had mine. 

I worship you.

Very, very bad girl.

So you admit it, I make you scream.

See, my sweet gift? I knew you’d f/cking come around.

My beautiful, sweet gift. I am forever lost in you.

Let me heal those wounds and soothe that ache.

I’m gonna fuck you now. It’s gonna be fast and hard because I’ve waited too long for this.

In this fucked up world of ours, we're meant for each other.

I may have broken you, but know that you've broken me just the same.

Let me free you of the constraints of virtue. Better yet, free yourself.

You're supposedly protected by god, but here you are fucking the devil.

Like this you are powerful. Learn what it is to command the attention of a god.

I need you to take me the way you want me.

I hope you never forget about me and that the thought of me haunts you for eternity.

I was born to be your god, born with the power to make you do what I want.

You've captivated my soul and breathe life into me.

No escaping. I told you I'd never let you go.

I am a poison that all of humanity must fear.

You  ruined me and I can’t be bothered about it.

I forgot how good you taste. 

Real men get their girls nice and ready first.

This girl. She’s living, walking art. And she’s mine.

Do you want me on my knees?

You’re a bad man and you do bad things. You will always do bad things. But not to me.

You are painfully beautiful, do you know that?

Every time you look at me, it feels as if you start a wildfire inside my heart

Such a perfect girl you are, put on this world just for me.

I have killed for you, baby. And I’ll never stop.

You forgot I was a siren.

I just wanted to keep you forever.

I have missed you for so long. And now you are in front of me, but you’re afraid to touch me.

 There can never be anything in the world that would hurt me more than when you left me.

I don’t know if I want to cry or if I want to scream or if I want to fucking kiss you.

Christ, I wish you could see yourself. You look otherworldly.

I used to smell your dirty shirts when you weren’t looking.

In order for me to fuck you, I’m going to need you to be healed first.

 How I’ve missed that filthy mouth.

What else did I teach you?

You taught me how to be a good girl for you.

How to let you ravage me so badly that I feel like I’m on the brink of death.

I'm a simple man who's been reduced to his base instincts to hunt, capture, keep.

If she is my devil, then I will gladly burn.

If you don’t protect what belongs to you, then sooner or later, it belongs to someone else.

The power he holds over me―

You like to be owned by me? Knowing that I will kill anyone that ever tries to steal you away?

You want passion. A love that completely devours every inch of you. 

I know that you long for a little danger, too. I saw how you thrived on it.

It only hurts because I want you so much.

 if you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d know why I chose you. 

You taste like sin.

You're doing so good, Handsome.

No one touches what's mine.

And you are mine. Whether you agree is irrelevant.

I caught you, so now I get to ravish you.

Let’s do something about that mouth of yours, hm?

Be my woman, Ana. Allow me to call myself yours.

I want you to know that you can’t hide from me.

Play nicely, little lamb. Or else, I won’t.

I will do with you as I please.

Show me how much you want me.

You haven’t been getting what you need, have you?

Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?

You’ll never know when I’m going to drag you into the darkness.

I’m rough with your body sometimes, but I’ll always be gentle with your soul. 

Fucking hell, you’re sweet. You’re so goddamn sweet.

The flesh wants what it wants.

If you continue to behave like this, I'll actually start to believe you don't hate me.

Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes Power.

And I will break you. I will make it so you can't breathe without me. 

What happened to the thrill of the chase?

I just like the way wrong feels.

I swear I won't touch you even with a finger until you ask me yourself.

I need to hear a yes, sir.

୨୧╼ It was a rarity that Violet went out. The world was a horrifying place filled with dreadful people. Yet one had to pay the bills – even if they were in hiding. Mostly she did repairs and restoration. This time she had fixed and improved a rather popular karaoke bar’s  machine. When the owner of the establishment offered her a few free drinks in the VIP section for her hard work, Beatrice insisted she take them up on it. Saying that Violet spent so much of her life helping and protecting others, she forgot to do things for herself. Reluctantly she agreed, as it had been some time since she had mingled in a public place.

        When people began to flood the club, Violet felt a bit overwhelmed. Especially when seemingly well-known individuals entered. Not one to keep up with popular culture, she did not recognize them. It was the reactions to their entrance that was an indicator of their popularity. It always felt so alienating to be out of the loop in an unfamiliar setting. 

         As the club became more boisterous – Violet needed a break. She made her way to the VIP bathroom for a break. Thankful for an area not so densely populated. A sigh left her mouth, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. “What are you doing? You don’t belong here.” A sigh left painted lips, as she shook her head. It was then she noticed sound from the other side of the bathroom. So lost in thought and self-loathing, she didn’t realize anyone else was there. It was dangerous for her to be so neglectful of her surroundings. She had to get it together. “My apologies – I didn’t realize anyone else was here.”

@hatchetswung ( betty swoon ) ୨୧ starter call.