୨୧╼ Shipping Call. Cause I'm Trash. violet's Pan, No Preference- Let's Get Wild.

😭 my mom came home early. so ur girl is being dragged to the gym. if i feel well, i'll be on tonight. <3 cross your fingers for me!

sometimes i am so in my sapphic feels i cry.

add me on disco ~

phantomtastic

in any super hero verse, violet does not have powers. she is an average human but is clever - so she works in a mechanics lab engineering various contraptions and and computers. usually she is framed by upper management for a villainous deed, and she has to go on the run.

i'm home! omg moulin rouge was great. i was barely sick all day. gonna try to get to stuff once my tylenol kicks in. cause there was a lot of noise on the bus ride home. rip.

lets plot and make beautiful character interactions and have fun!

i hope your day was amazing and your night is restful!

୨୧╼ It had been quite some time since Violet had been in school. Before the great fire that irrevocably changed her life, she enjoyed school. One of her most cherished memories was winning a school science competition, and her parents taking her out for root beer floats to celebrate. Then there was the absolutely dreaded Prufrock Prep where she suffered a variety of abuses and inhuman treatment but not only Count Olaf but Vice Principal Nero.

        While Violet had met an assorted cast of terrible fiends, there were people who treated her kindly even at her lowest. Charlie was one of those who had shown kindness to the Baudelaires. Something that she would never forget. Even now with so many years passed, she recognized him. His eyes were still gentle as they always had been.

         Violet bit her bottom lip, a bit nervous. If she were a normal woman who lived a normal life, she would have had no reservations in approaching him. However, nothing had been normal for her for a long time. Even now there were those who held a vendetta against her. The worst part was some of it was warranted. Survival did not come without a cost. To reveal whom, she was to anyone was not an easy task.

        Perhaps Violet was being foolish – but in the end she decided to take the chance. She made her way towards Charlie. “Hello, I do not mean to interrupt. But you look awfully familiar. I believe we went to school together.”

@divinetenebris ( charlie ) ୨୧ starter call. 

good afternoon lovelies! despite living in the hell hole that is the jersey shore - i am having a good morning! i was able to keep down my breakfast and all my medications. probably tmi - but ur girl is excited about it. and determined not to allow the bad vibes last night ruin my day.

i hope you are doing absolutely amazing. i'll be around till dinner! hmu!

violet has kissed (1) person - and then they disappeared into the great unknown. rip.

Put a 💋 in the inbox for our muses to share their first kiss.

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.