୨୧╼ It Was A Rarity That Violet Went Out. The World Was A Horrifying Place Filled With Dreadful

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

୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to chit chat? kiss kiss.

i'm sorry, i'm not ignoring anyone. lowkey my estranged drunk father called me on a restricted number ( i thought it was my friend whose going through a hard time. ) and ur girl is a mess.

today i am a bit sad. i am going to be alone tonight in the house - because for some reason zac is working friday night. i am like a bunny, i don't do well by myself.

but i am going to try to keep my head up. gonna eat some food and be on. feel free to bother me as i would love the company.

i hope your day is amazing and filled with joy. because that is what you deserve. because you are phenomenal and make the world a better place by just existing.

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. 

peaks my little head out.

who wants a sad single mother trying her best?

Drinking To Excess

tws for alcohol, of course.

"Okay, you've had too much."

"I'm fine, I want another drink -"

"You can barely stand!"

"Oh, I'm going to have such a hangover."

"How late did I stay up last night?"

"Eugh... how much did I drink?"

"My mouth tastes like ass. Not for the usual reasons."

"Someone call me a cab?"

"I'm jus' gonna... lay on the couch for a bit..."

"You're shooo... prettyyy..."

"It's a party! Have a drink!"

"Yeah, I know, I know, but it's just one drink -"

"I'm not supposed to be drinking..."

"Shots! Shots! Shots!"

"A toast! To the person of the hour!"

"What a party! Woooo!"

"Oh, I'm gonna - I'm gonna be sick."

"Nooo I don't wannnaaa lay doooown..."

"Whatcha mean? M'fine, I'm barely drink'd at all."

"I'm fine to driiive."

"... you know I'm sober, right?"

"Give me - give me your keys."

"I'm the designated driver. This is orange juice."

"We should go to the beach..."

"I love youuuu... and you...."

"Let's get a kebab."

"Ohh I'm so hungry..."

"I didn't even - didn' even - drink tha' much..."

"We should do this every week..."

"Wooo! Yaaaay! Hooray!!"

“My life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look.”

— Jacuzzi

୨୧╼ There was so much that Violet wished to say to Monty. She was sure he had heard of her trials and tribulations. The Baudelaire’s exploits had become quite infamous on both sides of V.F.D. Yet there was only so much a coded message could convey. “Sunny is a chef now. Klaus is a university professor. All under aliases of course. One can never be too careful of those with treacherous intentions.”

        “Feel free to take a seat at the counter while I cook. Beatrice has taken the position as the Editor of the school paper at her school. She will be home late due to those commitments. I imagine it does Lemony proud.” Though she had not spent time with Lemony personally, she felt as if she knew him. As he was the one who recorded the bitter truth of their plight. For better or for worse.

         “How do you feel about pasta puttanesca? Sunny has perfected a recipe for it. Being one of Beatrice’s favorites – she shared it with me when she moved.  While I might not be on the phenomenal chef my sister is, I think I do quite well.” While there were sad memories attached to the dish, there were happy ones as well. Even in the darkness of Count Olaf’s guardianship, making pasta puttanesca for the first time was a treasured memory. 

@ofmaddogs ( monty ) ୨୧ starter call. 

So to celebrate me getting out of the hospital mom is taking me to see Moulin Rouge on Broadway today. I am nervous about being outside and active around people all day. I'm worried about getting sick while we're out. But I'll be mobile for awhile and on the bus, feel free to message me! Wish me luck!