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good morning lovies! i am sending all of my positive vibes your way. with the hope you have as wonderous day as you deserve.
today i am going to get back to writing responses and starters. <3 thank you for your patience. love ya'll to bits.
dark romance and smut sentences. ୨୧ accepting
“You ruined me and I can’t be bothered about it.” ( @2kyears )
୨୧╼ Perhaps Violet should know better than to allow herself to be entangled with another. That it was inherently selfish to interject her misfortune in someone’s life. Often, she avoided making connections. Ever since the tragedy that befell the boy she first kissed. Solemnly her head bowed as she thought of how to respond. Guilt stricken she felt a pit in her throat.
Slender digits formed a tight fist as Violet began to speak, “You may not be bothered – and I feel as if I cannot allow you to suffer on my behalf. Even if strangely your commitment to doing so makes me adore you as much as Thomas Edison adored stealing ideas. Or as Sir Issac Newton’s head adored apples. Even more so Thomas Stoltz Harvey adored stealing brains.” Momentarily she bashfully looked downwards, as a blush filled her well-formed cheekbones.
“I’m being garrulous,” Violet admits – but goodbyes were never her strong suit. A tender hand cupped Maurice’s cheek. “If I truly am such a detriment to you, I will go. Even if my heart ever so greedy, wishes to stay by your side.” Finally, she brought her gaze back to him as she perched herself on the tip of her toes. Plush lips made contact with his, as she felt tears build in the corner of her eyes.
“My strength is not in steel and fire, but in my intellect and will.”
— Bioshock
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.
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.
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😭 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!
🐝 * ― 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.
[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek [ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue [ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection [ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie [ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand [ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire [ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck [ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck [ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing [ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe [ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward [ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone [ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret [ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting [ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness [ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain [ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) [ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better [ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony [ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance [ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene [ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin [ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire [ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder [ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner [ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while [ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion [ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water [ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist [ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up [ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends [ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area [ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone [ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner [ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard [ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin [ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips [ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together
a two hour phone call and a small trip down the rabbit hole of new jersey, i ended up getting nothing done yet today. i probably will wait to write after i eat dinner and am in my pjs all snuggled up.
but until i have to leave for the gym, does anyone want a dual promo? i feel like playing in photoshop and it's been awhile.
ur girl is dying. i am on this new medicine that i am on i have to take in the morning. but i have to wait an hour to eat. and i'm so hungry. idk how i'll get used to this.
but other then being hungry - i am okay.
you are beautiful. that's it - just a reminder that you are beautiful.
୨୧╼ Against the dreariness of the abandoned industrial background, Violet stood out. The way she held herself was filled with pose and grace akin to one of Degas’ ballerinas. She was dressed immaculately in a style defined as modern retro. Yet if one had a keen eye, they could catch that the ribbon that held up her hair had survived a fire. Petite frame and height made her appear physically non-threatening. Something that often worked in her favor.
Doe-eyes looked up at the stranger’s herculean form. If Violet had been anyone else – perhaps she would find him threatening. After facing so many monsters, she found fear hard to muster. One could not tell someone’s intent by appearance alone. Villains came in many forms and often in a variety of disguises. A person who seems suspicious could offer aid at a time of need. It was still best to be cautious. Slender fingers clasped tighter around the dart. Which by appearance alone seemed indistinguishable from one might find in a game parlor.
“I have found one cannot rely on the word of the municipality. As corruption and power go hand in hand. However, I cannot deny this building is documented as vacant.” Violet’s voice was steady -unafraid. It was clear from her articulation and cadence that she was educated in high society. Even if those days were long gone. “Could I not inquiry the same of you? I apologize if I am wrong – but you do not exactly look as if you belong here either.”
If Violet had been a properly trained volunteer, perhaps she would handle this better. As a mother herself – she understood her parent’s choice to keep her out of the organization. Yet at times like these, she wished for just a day of disguise training. Or had and iota or her mother’s acting talent. She genuinely felt her guises and fibs worked, not due to her ability – but by the incompetence of those around her. The man in front of her had the eyes of someone who was keen and determined. So, she wished not to press her minimal luck that he could see past a mask.
“I have business here. As you see, this building has suffered fire damage. I am investigating it.” The best lie – was always a half truth. It was the very same organization that she sought who was to blame. According to her research, the former owners would not sell. Fires were always how they settled scores. “The local arson rate has accelerated over the past few months at an expediential rate. I find it very worrying.” Not once did she confirm whether she had explicit permission to be there. One should never show their hand before the appropriate time.
The commonplace book in Violet’s lap was open. Filled with sketches of the opposite building’s exterior and what looked like the designs for various gizmos. All basic drafts of things she could use infiltrate. “Beverly,” A faux name she had used since her first true disguise. Where she was forced to perform in a cruel ‘freak show’ – that was unethical and outdated. There were times her nightmares were plagued by the sounds of lions devouring Madame Lulu and the blaze of the fire that burnt the carnival to the ground.
Now was not the time to get lost in the horrors of the past, when the present was equally terrifying. There were children who suffered in the hands of the same criminal enterprise that stole her life. Personal feelings could not cause her to waver here. Her gaze went from him to out side the window, where smoke plumed from stacks and machinery buzzed. A small sigh escaped her full lips.
This war you're waging will never end.
And what did Frank Castle even know, anymore? A good, home-cooked meal? No he'd forgotten that. He hadn't eaten something made by hand in too many years to count. (He'd never have Maria's spaghetti sauce again.) A warm, clean bed with fresh sheets? No he'd forsaken that for motels and dingy holes in the wall where the fabric scratched his skin and had been feasted on by moths at some point but at least it was something warm, right? The love of a good woman? No, no he'd lost that, too. In an instant, right there with his little girl and Junior and there hadn't been a god damned thing he could do to stop it. He'd been through the phases; blamed himself, blamed others, rationalized, bargained internally, but anger ... anger stuck. Anger made sense. It felt right.
Anyone tied to the deaths of the Castle family had been dead and buried more than a year prior. No loose ends, no mess. If anyone so much had breathed their names with any ounce of ire Frank had come for them like the executioner he was, and put them down like the sick dogs they were. Because it was right. Because it settled something in him that had broken back in Kandahar. Because he thought he could find some semblance of peace.
And he did, it was true. Some part of him found proper footing knowing that the people who'd hurt him, stolen from him, were gone. But it didn't bring them back. Peace? No. That was only found putting people down. He accepted that now. It was who he was.
The Punisher.
So he punished.
On the scale of moral judgment, things that he considered pure and unfettered wrong was anything to do with children. They could be assholes sure, Frank had been the king asshole of them all when he was young, but they were innocent. They didn't deserve to be preyed upon (what if it had been Lisa?) or sold out to the proverbial mines (what if it was Frank Jr.?). He calmed his nerves before every go-around ... not because he was afraid but because he knew it would appease him too much if he didn't filter it. If he didn't shut that part of his brain off before he kicked down the door and did what he did best.
One batch, two batch.
All of the pennies and dimes in the world wouldn't stop him from following the trail.
And he'd left one hell of a bloody one behind him so far. There was a string connecting these work houses, he knew. He'd picked up the scent after the second, when the conditions were too similar and the kids had leashes held by the same hands. He'd bleed his way up the food chain, shake down enough of these operations to catch the attention of someone worth torturing information out of. He'd go from there. But for now? He'd watch.
Case too-large to be luggage in hand, nondescript duster jacket, military reg boots and a bit of hardware that might make the average Joe squirm and he was on his way into the nest across the street. He'd scoped it the day before - it's vantage points were primo, and he could post comfortably (not that it mattered) for a few hours and watch through a scope before he acted. It was abandoned, which was perfect, and at the very least he could work undisturbed.
Or ... it was supposed to be abandoned. The picture of one of Lisa's little books he did not expect to see - spyglass and all.
Whose there?
Fingers tightened around the handle of the rifle case. Nondescript, blended just enough but suddenly he seemed out of place et al.
"You supposed to be here, lady? City marked this building as abandoned."
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
feel free to message me on disco
having an absolutely horrible day. i am literally a ball of exposed nerves and anxiety. probably going to be slow, bc i can't stop crying.
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╼ 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╼ There were difficulties that came with being a young mother. Violet often found herself faced with the judgement of others. Beatrice was not her biological daughter – but it was best that people thought so in many instances. Only those who she considered close confidence learned of her daughter’s true origin.
Out of all the parents who waited for their children to emerge from school – only one seemed close in age to Violet. The others were considered more age appropriate for the age group. It had been quite some time since Violet had reached out to another. Fear often left her frozen. As she saw herself as a black cat, a bad luck charm. If she got close to anyone, it would end poorly for them.
It was Violet’s family who constantly insisted that she get herself out there. To not let the past tether her. So, she mustered up all of her courage and approached the woman. “Excuse me – I’m Violet.” Anxiously she looked down at her shoes, “I am new to the area, I’ve noticed we are the youngest ones here. Though it may be bold to ask – would you like to exchange numbers? I would enjoy making a friend who also has a child.” To have someone who understands.
@witchwood ( maddy ) ୨୧ starter call.
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╼ Technology has always been a double edge sword. Inventions and discoveries made with positive intention could end up twisted and used for less than savory means. Innovation had a cost, and usually the bill was footed by those who wished to profit. It just so happened to be that war was lucrative. Even so Violet tried her best to maintain her morals in an unjust and cruel world.
It was in libraries that Violet often found a respite. Though she may live in a world where information could be found by the touch of a button, she still preferred the Dewey Decimal System. Sadly, libraries have lost a lot of patronage over the years. Leaving them vestiges of what they once were. So, it surprised her when she felt the presence of someone behind her. “Oh my apologies – am I in your way?”
@larchitecte ୨୧ starter call.
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.
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.
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.