So To Celebrate Me Getting Out Of The Hospital Mom Is Taking Me To See Moulin Rouge On Broadway Today.

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.

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╼ 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

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

୨୧╼  Thanks to faux documentation crafted by Violet’s brother Klaus; she was able to exist amongst monsters. Even if being in their presence alone made her stomach churn. Yet she did not have the luxury to avoid them, she would do what she needed to survive. At least long enough to help the resistance accomplish something. 

       The poor manner in which he spoke German actually made Violet giggle. Languages not taught from a young age were difficult to learn. She did not judge him; the effort was appreciated. “It is quite alright.” Though her accent was still present, she spoke English clearly. “I am not good at what you do. I have read your file, very impressive.” When he inquired if she was Violet, she offered a curt nod. 

       Violet took a key that hung around her neck and used it to unlock a door clearly marked ‘Employees Only.’  Once inside she locked the door behind them, before she led them down the stairs. Slender fingers flicked the light switch. The room illuminated to reveal a workshop filled with various tools, inventions, and weapons. “The Nazis have made astonishing progress in technology. It is my job to take salvaged equipment apart, figure out how it works – and repurpose it for our cause. Do you have a preferred weapon type?”  

Blazkowicz's standard issue boots' heavy steps, taken in similar cadence to an army march, were unmistakable. His eyes, cold blue, narrowed as they scanned the establishment. Contact's supposed to be here. He caught sight of a few Nazis five pints deep and scowled. Felt like he was gonna throw up in his goddamn mouth. Of course he hated the bastards. But if he killed them now, he was a dead man, too. And if he were a dead man, they might never learn about what in the goddamn hell them krauts were doing in that big honkin' castle of theirs.

When he was addressed, he wiped the scowl (and the glare that had been directed at no one) clean off his face, and turned around. He wasn't in disguise -- uniform wasn't done being custom-tailored for him -- and thank God for it. If he had to spend any more time than he needed to in that thing, he might just do something he'd regret.

That must've been her. Sure looked like the description. Tall, slim, braids, pretty face, dark hair.

"Yes... let's," BJ responded in German. He could practically hear Agent One chastising him now: 'your German? Frankly, it's atrocious.'

"Sorry. My German isn't very good. Better at the whole, y'know... other parts of my job," he whispered once they were clear of any prying ears. "You Violet?"

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

Emily Browning in Deep Thoughts With Karen Bird (Shangri-La Suite).

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╼ "I didn't realize this was a sad occasion."

open starter ୨୧ mutuals only.

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