Ribbonup - The World Is Quiet Here

with anya taylor joy as a fc. bc they both have sweet smiles and dark eyes.

but then there is also this french woman loving queen. who i haven't decided a fc for, the only requirements for me being dark hair, dark eyes, and non-problematic.

୨୧╼ Violet stood about the beaches shores with a reflective gaze. A reminder of a much simpler time when the Baudelaire s would visit Briny Beach. Precious memories which she held closely to her heart. Chocolate eyes gazed downward, only to notice an immaculate rock at her feet. It had been sometime since she indulged in her once beloved pastime. 

        Delicate fingers took hold of the singed ribbon around Violet’s wrist. Perhaps after all this time she should have replaced it. But it reminded her that she was a survivor. With a practice motion she tied her hair out of her face. That taken care of she reached down for the run. Her thumb ran over its smooth surface. With a quick flick of the wrist, she skipped the rock across the water expertly. Somethings were never forgotten she supposed. Lips curved upwards in the rare smile.

@marvattacks ୨୧ starter call. 

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  ?  '   ❞

me falling asleep at my computer and not getting anything done. more likey than i wanted.

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

send  “  cherry  ”  if  the  emoji  is  not  visible  for  you.

idk i love the opposites attract trope for violet bc i am a trash human being. and i'm sorry about it.

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

୨୧╼ The fire-starting side of V.F.D. did not come to an end with the demise of Count Olaf. He was the main antagonist in the Baudelaire’s story. Yet in the end he was merely a single piece on the chessboard. There were much more powerful players yet to be stopped. Violet had received a coded message detailing the whereabouts of a workshop that employed child labor. Something that horrified her, but it was not a surprise. As she herself was used for labor in her youth by the same organization.

         Even if it put her at risk – Violet had to do something about it. She sent Beatrice to visit Klaus while she went back into the trenches.  Illegally she set herself across the street from the workshop in an abandoned building. Common place notebook in her lap, used her spyglass to study not only the visage of the buildings but the goings on within. 

          Just as Violet worked on a diagram of the building, she heard a sound at the door. She swallowed hard, as she was overwhelmed with dread. As a random encounter while one was snooping on a nefarious secret organization was rarely pleasant. From a case she pulled a throwing dart, tip dipped in a poison that would paralyze the target. Even now she lamented the blood that stained her hands. She wished not to add anymore. With nowhere to run – she simply inquired, “Whose there?”

@contritioned ୨୧ starter call. 

୨୧╼ endless edits of violet. 

x | x

thank you for all the kind works my loves. i am working on getting back to people now. but my heart has finally steadied and i stopped shaking. my mood has lifted for the most part! gonna try to distract myself with writing and editing stuff. <3

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