୨୧╼ Plotting Call. Who Wants To Plot Out Dynamics And Relationships With My Morose Babe? Willing

i want to give violet an alt!verse where she is a fire starter, and not a fire fighter. and the horrors of her youth twist her into something she never imagined. bc - i'm chaotic like that.

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. 

୨୧╼ ribbonup. mutually exclusive & selective strictly book canon post - series violet baudelaire of lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events. as haunted by phantom (she/her & 36). previously found @prettydead.

important links. tbd

blog roll. @citizenstarlight ( annie january of the boys ) ୨୧  @timerevolt ( original character ) ୨୧ @walkswastes ( fallout dual blog ) ୨୧ @prettydead ( multi )

credits. psd ୨୧ icon border

mains. @contritioned ୨୧ @t-errifier ୨୧ @sifonie

୨୧╼ rules. 

Ⅰ. I am mentally ill and psychically ill and am working really hard to get on my feet. As a bipolar manic depressive, certain things can trigger a manic episode. Please do not include me in your drama or try to make drama with me. I will not respond, just hard block you. Sometimes this blog is high activity & sometimes it is slow. It all depends on my physical and mental health

Ⅱ. I rarely ever double down on toxic/problematic behavior. If you have a problem with me, either talk to me in a mature manner or hard block me. Also if you want to unfollow me - soft/hard block me

Ⅲ. I am very duplicate-friendly. face claim & character. <3

Ⅳ. I’m a 36 y/o woman. NO MINORS. There will be no exceptions to this rule. If you add me you will be hard blocked.

Ⅴ. I do not participate in call out culture unless the person is a sxual predator/pdophile. I believe callout posts should be used when someone is a danger to the rpc. It isn’t a way to solve personal drama.

house of leaves starters. ୨୧ accepting

❛  i should have known something was up.  ❜ - damon ( @luminescenc1e )

୨୧╼ Through Violet’s trials and tribulations she had seen much of the world. She thought that nothing could surprise her anymore. Especially in an idyllic town such as Mystic Falls. Yet underneath the surface was something unnatural. A curious mind was a dangerous thing, but that had never stopped her before. Inside her welled a craving to explain the seemingly inexplicable things she had witnessed. Ever since she was a child, she had the habit of taking apart things to see how they worked. This was no different.

     “I apologize, I have no idea what you are talking about.” A lie of course, but lies were something Violet had begrudgingly got used to. Sometimes it was a requirement of survival. Despite the woman’s polite manner, she had long ago decided that she’d do anything and everything to do so. “Is this how you greet those new to town?” Though hostility from locals was far from something new. A soft sigh left her lips as she looked into her drink. “I rarely have a night to myself. If you wish to join me for a drink, I’ll allow it. But I do not feel like playing any games tonight – if I did I’d go back to the circus.”

Send 💋 to give my muse a kiss

Add 'reverse' to have my muse kiss yours

୨୧╼ Shawn Spencer was truly a curiosity. Like one might find at one of those antique curio shops. With strange and exotic paraphernalia from assorted times and places. Where you never knew what you would see around the corner. It was clear that he was highly intelligent, albeit very silly. But her scientific oriented brain had difficulty believing in his proclaimed divinations.

        Politely Violet covered her mouth, unable to suppress her giggle. There was something humorous about the way he scrutinized his food. There were many times that she had not had the luxury of being picky about food. The only requirement she had for what she ate was that it did not contain peppermint. But that was only due to an allergy.  It was her sister Sunny, that had a more discerning palate. 

        “You certainly are a character. Though – I must admit I’ve never seen an Indian Jones movie. I imagine I won’t now since you find it so unsavory. My parents were the type of parents where all the media we consumed had a purpose. Usually educational, others for knowing what to do when confronted by villainy. Not that I have a complaint about it. Simply I missed out on certain popular culture. ” 

        The way that Shawn’s eyes moved were methodical. While he may have been rambunctious in nature, there seemed to be a method to his madness. Violet wondered what it might be like to look around in such a manner, without seeing a bad actor behind every door. Literally. 

         “A calling? A natural born gift?” Well-formed eyebrows rose, as she felt herself begin to smile. “Such as the diviners and prophets of the past? Have you ever met anyone else with such a talent?” How could she not be curious? Whatever was going on with him was fascinating. “I once worked for a dreadful and selfish woman who claimed clairvoyance. It was all smoke and mirrors however.” Sometimes Violet swore she still heard the snarls of the lions that so greedily gobbled Madame Lulu up.  A wretch of a woman who used her last breath to betray the Baudelaire’s. 

      If Shawn truly had such premonitions; he would have seen though Violet already. The cavalcade of misfortune that surrounded her. That she did not have clean hands, even if she had the best aims. As the old proverb said, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. “Whether or not your gift is something mystical – I must commend you on the fact you use your abilities to aid in justice. Many would use them for more self-indulgent purposes.”

          There were many things that Violet was good at, talking about herself was not one of them. Nervously she bit her bottom lip and glanced down into her lap. “I apologize, I am not used to people asking about me. I am an inventor with a variety of patents to my name.  The ones that were the most successful ended up being an improved grappling hook and pencil sharpener. I have been tinkering since I was a child. Not all of my inventions are practical. Once I made a Grandfather Clock Toaster. Whenever the clock struck twelve it would eject two pieces of toast.”  Finally, she looked back up again, “My daughter just started college – and she insisted I get out of my workshop and get this novel thing called a social life. She’s adopted – and her birth mother in trusted me with her safety. My life has revolved around her for so long, I don’t know what to do with myself.” 

He glared at the plate with complete distrust. There were far too many vegetables, and none of them had the decency to be fried. And then there was the cherry tomato—sitting all by itself on the edge of the plate, like some kind of culinary ransom note. Was it a warning from a serial killer? Or maybe the chef’s desperate plea for help, communicated in the only way they could.

Just maybe—if he tilted his head and squinted—there’d be a hidden message in the arrangement of the food. An S.O.S., spelled out in unseasoned zucchini. That had to be it. Because there was no way this was what he ordered. The menu had promised "delicious," and he’d wholeheartedly disagree.

“Displeasing is how bad the last Indiana Jones movie was despite having Harrison Ford in it. This,” he gestured to the plate like it might explode, “is attempted murder.”

Grabbing his beer, Shawn casually scanned the room. His gaze landed on the guy sitting three tables down, nervously fidgeting with his watch. Obviously waiting for a date who was either late—or had already decided he wasn’t worth showing up for.

“Oh, glad you asked,” Shawn said to no one in particular, gesturing grandly like he was in the middle of a job interview. “You see, what I do isn’t really a job—it’s more of a calling. Something you’re born with. " Or, you know, something you develop after your dad refuses to let you go outside until you’ve memorized every minor change in the living room, just so he can test your observational skills.

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to an exaggerated whisper. “I get these premonitions. Commune with the spirits, the world beyond, you know. And thanks to this incredible gift, I assist our local police department with solving their toughest cases. Won a bunch of awards, have the keys to the city—it’s a whole thing.” He paused for effect before flashing his most charming grin.

“Now,” he said, gesturing for dramatic emphasis, “please—tell me all about you.”

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.

EMILY BROWNING as LUCY in sleeping beauty (2011).

POSITIVITY TIME ! drop a ✦ in my inbox and i'll tell you at least one thing i like about your writing, portrayal, headcanons, world building, blog aesthetics, whatever it is i like about your blog, writing, & portrayal!! if you can't see the symbol, send 'star'!

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