Ribbonup - The World Is Quiet Here

i have returned from the gym.

zac is working.

plz bother me while i work on things.

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?"

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.

😭 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!

୨୧╼ The bedlam that encased the world caused Violet ire. How could people so easily submit to Nazi-Germany? While religion had not been a priority in her household, she was Jewish by blood. That was reason enough for them to wish her dead. Feigning ignorance of the situation was not an option for her. She decided that she would fight against their fascist ideology until her dying breath. 

        Violet was supposed to meet with an American soldier sent to infiltrate Castle Wolfenstein. She sat quietly in the pub; one of the last few bastions of the resistance in the German Alps. Within her one hand was Quantum Mechanics by Paul Dirac while the other perched a cigarette. Chocolate eyes only gazed up from the pages to glance at anyone who entered the establishment.

        Only when a hulk of a man made his way into the tavern, that Violet paused. The photograph she was given of him did not do him justice. The image one might conjure of a perfect American soldier for an advertisement to join the armed forces. She closed her book and waved towards the man. It was when she got up to approach him, that she realized he had over .30m on her. “Guten tag,” In a low voice she spoke in English, “Shall we take this to my office downstairs?”

@fifthdimensicn ( bj blaskowitz ) ୨୧ starter call. 

📚     𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐙 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐊𝐈'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒               ↳ change pronouns / details as necessary.

❛  this is not for you.  ❜ ❛  i still get nightmares.  ❜ ❛  sleep’s been stalking me for as long as i can remember.  ❜ ❛  i don’t want to end up like that.  ❜ ❛  i should have known something was up.  ❜ ❛  mostly though, they just vanished.  ❜ ❛  what did i know then ?  what do i know now ?  ❜ ❛  i have never read for more than an hour.  ❜ ❛  i haven’t even washed the blood off yet.  ❜ ❛  there’s no doubt i am responsible for plenty.  ❜ ❛  you’ll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all.  ❜ ❛  and then the nightmares will begin.  ❜ ❛  i’m just trying to help you out here.  ❜ ❛  i had to think fast.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t mean to wander into all of this.  ❜ ❛  now there’s an admission, eh ?  ❜ ❛  last night i wasn’t sleeping very well.  ❜ ❛  we all create stories to protect ourselves.  ❜ ❛  what can i say ?   i’m a sucker for abandoned stuff.  ❜ ❛  i guess the complicated one i don’t feel like getting into.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t feel at all myself.  ❜ ❛  i can’t do a fucking thing.  ❜ ❛  but i’m still having problems breathing.  ❜ ❛  i should have stayed near people.  ❜ ❛  you won’t have time to even scream.  ❜ ❛  i actually thought i was going to fall.  ❜ ❛  it made me real uneasy, like i was surrounded by ghosts.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts ?  ❜ ❛  i think i still feel guilty.  ❜ ❛  but who am i kidding ?  ❜ ❛  i am alone in hostile territories and have no idea how they are hostile.  ❜ ❛  right now going to hell seems like a pretty sound bet.  ❜ ❛  i knew i’d failed.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been waiting for this chance for a while.  ❜ ❛  like i already said, drives me nuts.  ❜ ❛  hey asshole.  ❜ ❛  this shit’s getting ridiculous.  ❜ ❛  i’ll remember what i’d hoped to say in the first place.  ❜ ❛  i have no way of knowing that for certain.  ❜ ❛  i don’t have long.  ❜

people should kiss violet bc she deserves it.

i miss rping elijah mikaelson and kai parker, but i hate the ick i get from how people treat my male muses in comparison to my female muses.

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

i'll keep you safe prompts. ୨୧ accepting

“this isn’t up for discussion. i know you’re used to looking out for yourself, but i need you to understand that you don’t have to live like that anymore. i’m here. for as long as i’m around, i’m going to come between you and anything that wants to hurt you.”  - monty ( @ofmaddogs )

୨୧╼ Uncle Monty was not family by blood. Yet being with him always made a house feel like a home. In horror she had thought he had met his untimely demise by the hand of Count Olaf. To find out he managed to survive and avoid further wrath filled her heart with joy. It was comforting that he still wished to act as her guardian, even if it had been years since she required one. 

     “I worried the code I left to my location would be solved by villainous forces. I am ecstatic that you were the one to resolve it.” Petite hands took Monty’s into her own. It had been so long since they were in each other’s company. So much had transpired to the happiness they experienced under his care. Part of her worried if she was worth someone’s protection and care anymore. 

     “My apologies,” A melancholic smile grew across Violet’s face. ”It’s just been so long since I felt support from anyone other than my siblings.” Out of all the adults she had met, Monty was one of those that disappointed her the least. From the first meeting he genuinely showed care for the Baudelaire’s, and for a brief minute gave them hope for a better life. “Please, you must stay with Beatrice and I. We must catch up over dinner. Though I am not as talented in the kitchen as Sunny – you will find I am not completely hopeless.”