Verse Tbd - Blog Posts
@isdeathlystill liked for a starter!
Maya's eyes narrow as she fully processes what the other's said, and before either of them can even blink - she's shoving them against the nearest wall, arm across their chest, holding them in place. "What the fuck did you just say?" Is asked, rage flaring to life in her chest - blue eyes turning black in anger.
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╼ It was a rarity that Violet went out. The world was a horrifying place filled with dreadful people. Yet one had to pay the bills – even if they were in hiding. Mostly she did repairs and restoration. This time she had fixed and improved a rather popular karaoke bar’s machine. When the owner of the establishment offered her a few free drinks in the VIP section for her hard work, Beatrice insisted she take them up on it. Saying that Violet spent so much of her life helping and protecting others, she forgot to do things for herself. Reluctantly she agreed, as it had been some time since she had mingled in a public place.
When people began to flood the club, Violet felt a bit overwhelmed. Especially when seemingly well-known individuals entered. Not one to keep up with popular culture, she did not recognize them. It was the reactions to their entrance that was an indicator of their popularity. It always felt so alienating to be out of the loop in an unfamiliar setting.
As the club became more boisterous – Violet needed a break. She made her way to the VIP bathroom for a break. Thankful for an area not so densely populated. A sigh left her mouth, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. “What are you doing? You don’t belong here.” A sigh left painted lips, as she shook her head. It was then she noticed sound from the other side of the bathroom. So lost in thought and self-loathing, she didn’t realize anyone else was there. It was dangerous for her to be so neglectful of her surroundings. She had to get it together. “My apologies – I didn’t realize anyone else was here.”
@hatchetswung ( betty swoon ) ୨୧ starter call.
house of leaves starters. ୨୧ accepting
❛ like i already said, drives me nuts. ❜ - shawn ( @luminescenc1e )
୨୧╼ Shawn was unlike anyone that Violet had ever met. Throughout her perilous journeys there had been an abundance of colorful characters. Yet none of them seemed to be so carefree and full of genuine joy. Even when he talked disparagingly about something, there was a jovial nature to it. In many ways she could not help but be a bit jealous. Despite these feelings being around his positive energy always seemed to bring a smile to her lips.
Chocolate colored irises looked up at Shawn as he expressed his displeasure. “Do you truly find the dish so displeasing?” For a good portion of Violet’s youth, if what she ate wasn’t poisonous, she was content. “You could always order something else.” Carefully Violet dabbed her lips with a napkin. “Also, I’ve been meaning to ask – “ She lifted the glass which contained a plentiful amount of whiskey to her lips. After a decent sized gulp to steady her nerves. As she still struggled with interacting with others when not in life or death situation. “What exactly is a psychic detective?”
୨୧╼ Throughout Violet’s life a copious amount of dastardly people with villainous plans sought to end her. Who wanted her to suffer for simply being a Baudelaire – for the actions of her parents. Before the fire that turned her world upside down, she could not deny she lived an idyllic life. Once upon a time she was naïve to the cruelty and unfairness that infected the human experience like the plague. She didn’t have time to acclimate. If she wanted her younger siblings to survive – she had to change. Become someone different, someone hard who would do anything to keep going. From her own experience, she couldn’t help but agree. “Sometimes I believe I am too aware. As if my skin is analogous to a live wire. As if I don't know how to turn my survival instinct off. I don't remember the last time I was able to relax.”
𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, @ribbonup.
❛ they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware. ❜