#Violet Liddle

[fringefiction]

Wonderland: Return to Madness #2, August 2024 Comic Book Review

Plot Violet Liddle meets Queen Myriad, the Mistress of Fortune, in the Fulcra Fortuna. Queen Myriad is playing tarot with Violet and asks her to kill the Grand Hatter, her rival. Meanwhile, Bonnie soon meets up with the Grand Hatter, and things go from awry to fatal. Review Solid and entertaining read. The diversion from the original Wonderland is nice. Verdict (Out of 10) Fringe Fiction…

[agaybitchwithashittonofattitude]

Found this today. LOOK AT THIS ITS FUCKING GORGEOUS!!!!! (Not my art)

Well. I rewatched arcane

[gwg0ry]

quite the peculiar speech pattern, and one seeming to describe this woman's mental image of the world surrounding them. not that it deterred gregory, in the slightest, oh no, it was intriguing...unusual, even. sometimes, you need to open your eyes and see different perspectives and not be so quick to judge. then again, maybe this was merely his own perspective, albeit eccentric to the rest of society.

regardless, gregory briefly observes the woman with sullen eyes before softly exhaling and stuffing his hands in pockets. ❛ i wouldn't know the precise answer, miss... just that it's interesting to observe. this world, i mean... ❜ voice remains gentle and quiet, almost as if trying to assure her that he isn't an enemy, whatsoever, but a curious bystander. ❛ ...hmm...i'm gregory violet. just gregory's fine...you didn't give me your name, either. ❜ just because he preferred quietness, doesn't mean he won't show courtesy.

continued from this, for alice liddle .... @prsonatm

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Preview: Wonderland: Return to Madness #1 (of 3)

Wonderland: Return to Madness #1 preview. When Bonnie, a young high school freshman, is lured in, Violet must alter her plans and save this innocent girl and her family from suffering the same fate as the Liddles #comics #comicbooks

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 497, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death

WORDS: 1112

“That's all there is, there isn't any more.”

I woke up with a soft squeak, rolling over in bed and opening my eyes to a wonderful sight.

Peter was settled in his recliner, reading to a cluster of children, some with IV drips, one in a wheelchair with curled wrists, one with her neck in a brace and one wearing a bright red cast on his arm. A group of three moms and a singular dad hovered in the doorway, watching as my husband doted on the little ones with raw affection in his eyes. Little girl and Baby Tommy where each positioned on his knees as the Ratajczyk patriarch read out loud from the book in his hand.

He placed the book back into wheelchair kid’s lap and was handed another book, this one being from the boy with the red cast. He held it up in between the babies and let them turn the pages while he read from the picture book upside down.

“Curious George Goes to the Hospital,” he read out loud before cracking the book open.

I smiled as his voice gently rumbled throughout the room as I flipped flopped onto my side to catch his eye and smile lazily at him.

“Papa Pete?” little girl meeped out before her delightfully chubby face donned a guilty expression. “Uh oh!”

“I can change her now, my love!” I offered him, tossing back my blankets and swinging my legs out of bed. Peter helped little girl to slide off from his knee and watched affectionately as she toddled over to where I was setting up a makeshift changing station on my hastily made bed.

After helping little girl up onto the bed, I began to change her, singing softly to her and poking her chubby tummy, being blessed with a stream of giggles.

“Little girl, little girl, little cutie pie,” I sang quietly as I wiped her and slid her into a new diaper. “Little girl, little girl, mommy loves you.”

I turned my head and saw that Baby Violet Marie’s hospital assigned baby bassinet was empty, and my mommy senses told me that Elizabeth, Katie and Isabelle had her with them.

“Mama Wen Wen?”

I returned my attention to the mixed raced child, who had rolled onto her knees and had her hands on my shoulder.

“When daddy and Papa Beaw coming back?” she asked me in a quiet voice.

“Well, I got a text from your Papa Bear last night, and he told me that he and daddy are going to fly back to New York in a few days,” I hummed, welcoming her in as she curled into me, one hand gripping a strand of my fiery red curls, her other thumb tucked firmly in her mouth.

“Hush–a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep you little baby,” I hummed gently, running my hand along her scarlet cornrows. “When you wake, you will have cake, and all the pretty little horses.”

I was dimly aware of the children leaving my hospital room with their caretakers a few minutes later. I felt Peter smiling at me as little girl fell asleep tucked away in my arms while I sang a soft little song to her.

“Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep you little baby,” I finished the song. “Go to sleep you little baby, all the pretty little horses.” I pressed a motherly kiss to her forehead. “All the pretty little horses.”

“Mama Wen Wen,” she babbled in her sleep as I got back up onto the bed. “Mama Wen Wen.”

Baby Tommy made a soft cooing noise from his daddy’s arm as he joined me and little girl up onto the bed.

“Liddle gurl,” he smiled, reaching forward to pat at her hand. “Liddle gurl.”

“Sweet babies…” I murmured, looking up as the rest of the family appeared in the doorway. “Hihi there, girls.”

“Hihi mommy!” Katie chirped happily, skipping up at me with Jing in her arms. “It’s starting to snow!”

“Is it really now?” I asked, wrinkling my nose at the thought of being snowed into the hospital.

I turned my head to look out the window and I blanched at the amount of snow that was being dumped from the sky. We would probably be snowed in tonight, at least.

“Can we have a slumber party with you, mommy?” Katie meeped excitedly.

“I guess so…” I grumbled as Isabelle handed Peter a peacefully slumbering Baby Violet Marie. The newborn little girl let out a big yawn before settling into her father’s arms.

At the moment, a nurse knocked on the half opened door before poking her head in.

“Hey, the parking structure and the main parts of the hospital are snowed in. Looks like you all will be spending the night with your mommy tonight.”

“YAY!” cheered Elizabeth and Katie, grabbing onto each other’s hands and dancing around the room with utter glee.

“I’ll send in some extra blankets and pillows, alright?”

“Okay, gramacy.” I smiled, suddenly feeling inapplicably tired for whatever reason up in the air.

“Woman, you look terrible.” I laughed at Peter’s bluntness. “You should take a nap. I can recognize when you need sleep.”

I smiled sleepily up at him as Baby Tommy tugged a blanket up over me, little girl and himself right before he curled up next to his big sister.

“Go to sleepsies,” he hang out as he latched onto my bright red curls. “Go to sleepsies.”

Gramercy, thank you, old French? 

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[peachy-doodles]

ghost dawg bag.... bag wit da ghost in em...

finished this guy for the Uni project!!! and i KNOW we just got a ghost dog in scalet/violet but the idea of a liddle... chihuahua type puppy pokemon inhabiting purses and bags that was a ghost type was just SO perfect i couldnt help myself,,,

also heres a lil bonus :3

[fablewritesnonsense]

Making plans for a Dames and Dragons Pokemon AU because these kids deserve a happy adventure.

I want to get further along in my current fics but I also need to plan this out THOROUGHLY. Especially since I'm about halfway through Beating Earth.

They're going to be in Avalis as a country, visiting the big places they've already hit up and having their own home towns. But im going to borrow some from Scarlet/Violet and have a limited time run, have them go to school together. Stuff like that.

Torva's probably going to be the leader of the Anti-Team, Giovanni style.

I just listened to the pit fight episode so I need to fit Big and Liddle Papas in somehow...

[untowonder-gone]

   ❝ A mysterious youth with a most unreliable memory. For the time being, she is the prefect of the once abandoned Ramshackle dorm, and shares her grade with a pesky little mock-cat, Grim, and occasionally cares for students from other dorms.  ❞

REPRESENTING THE FAIRYTALE : Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (  1871 )

NAME  :  Marianne Liddle ( pronounced mare-ree-ann lid-ill ) BIRTHDAY :  November 4 ( Scorpio ) AGE :  18  ( assumed ) HEIGHT  :  157 cm DOMINANT HAND  :  Left HOMELAND  :  Wales FAMILY  ;  an older sister OTHER NAMES  :   Mary Ann. Alice. Nobody. Yuu.          Herbivore ( by Leona )          Little Shrimp ( by Floyd )          Trickster ( by Rook )          Child of Man ( by Malleus )

GRADE  :  Freshman CLUB  :  is taking care of the OB students a club yet? BEST SUBJECT  :  Art GEM LOCATION  :  though useless, a small moonstone on her pen. MAGIC  :  none to be seen yet

HOBBIES  :   reading, painting, playing chess PET PEEVES  :  dreamless dreams FAVORITE FOOD  :  Japanese strawberry shortcake LEAST FAVORITE FOOD  :  pickles TALENT  :   playing chess backwards

SIGNATURE SPELL  :  TBD

OVERBLOT  :    ❛ . . . you’re not real, Marianne . . . ❜

                  IT ISN’T A NORMAL EVENT that transpires upon her exit from the unending hall. If anything it is a most nonsensical experience!

the rabbit must have pushed the door open, and the tiles of black and white spilled outward, curling just out of sight, and no other floor was to be seen! curious though it was, she could not stop in time to grasp the edges of the opened door. ( a coffin, she would come to find. ) her mary janes carried her through the threshold, and into the light, the large room so full of robed figures and dangling coffins like decorations. her white stockings, her blue pinafore, and her white apron did so stand out in the otherwise monotonous settings.

but that was not the most nonsensical thing! no, it was that she was, for a time, running on the air, until her foot did collide with a stranger, and she was brought down to the ground upon that very same stranger.

oh, how he cried! and such a ruckus did he cause, yelling and sputtering, and flailing. and were she not so frightened, and were she not so caught up in the whooping laughter of the robbed youths in their pews, she might have also been crying, and yelling, and sputtering, flailing her limbs all about. but her wide violet eyes did little but search for a white rabbit, and her gentle hands did so bare down upon her cushion's chest till she could rise and apologize.

never in all her years did she expect to cause such a terrible first impression, more so with so many gathered! how heat did creep into her cheeks, and how her voice threatened to escape her as she watched her poor cushion stand and fix himself. a formidable figure did he cut, all feathers and bones and keys aplenty.

tongue-tied, she stuttered a single apology, nearly returning to the floor with how deeply she did curtsy, her skirts covering her stocking-clad legs, her apron bunching, and her hair spilling around her in a pale curtain. whatever the headmaster meant to say was interrupted by the most rambunctious little cat. not a cheshire cat, but something of a mock-cat.

little did she know that this fate of hers was something . . . almost twisted.

[alldollsofmine]

Liddle Kiddle Kologne Violet

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[transguydustin-old]

it doesnt matter whAt violet ship it is her gf is always picking her up because vi is just a liddle creacher..... 

[clintnatalias]

spotify wrapped: 22, 47, 63?

22 - Good by PD Liddle

Get on top Get on top of me I'll be your ocean liner How could I be apart from you? There's so much light inside you

47 - Lovesick by BANKS

Oh, I know your love before I kissed you And now you have only made me miss you Come get me Come love me, baby, come love me

63 - Crush by Tessa Violet

But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like Hoping you'd text me so I could tell you I been thinking 'bout your touch like

send me a number for a song from my spotify wrapped playlist + fav lyrics

[faroutgardengirl]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage 1960's Violet Kologne Liddle Kiddles MINT Condition Original Owner.

[100yearoldcomics]

November 13, 1921 The Katzenjammer Kids by Harold Knerr

[Der Captain arrives home and places his coat and hat on the rack. Mama is on the telephone and the Kids await him by the rack.] Mama: Der Deception Committee from St. Louis iss caming in a hour! Captain: Tell der barber to come up for der viskers und der shampoodle! Hans: Aye, aye, sir! Fritz: Mit pleasure.

[Hans and Fritz sneak into a barbershop and steal the barber's coat and pants, along with a traveling barber's case. On the wall of the shop is a sign which reads, GUESTS OF THE HOTEL CAN BE SHAVED ETC. IN THEIR ROOMS. The barber shaves a customer, unaware of the shenanigans behind him.] Barber: I see by ze papers zat ze Katzenjammer bunch she ees arrive in town!

[The Kids arrive in the room, doing a Vincent Adultman routine in the barber's uniform, with a fake mustache on.] Fritz: Did you sent for der barber? Captain: Chass! Chust a liddle trimmings uf der viskers so dot it keeps ouid uf der soup!

[Fritz ties an apron around Der Captain's neck while Hans sneaks out of the pants and takes a rod out of the back of his chair.] Captain: I got to make a speech und I got to look nifty! Fritz: Dor head reminds me uf my uncle vot used to make billiard balls!

[The back of the chair fails out and Der Captain falls backwards on his head.] Fritz: My! Dot's wery graceful! Do you done it often?

[Der Captain angrily fixes the chair while Fritz pours glue in the seat.] Fritz: Chass! Der weather ve iss hafing iss wery gaflooey! Sometimes it iss und sometimes it ain't! Captain: Dod-gast der dum-goozled furniture vot dey got in der dum-svoggled hotels!

[Der Captain sits back down in the chair and reclines. Fritz takes out a very large pair of scissors and cuts half his beard off.] Fritz: Dot's a fine bunch uf spinach, mister! Vas you efer in der broom bizness? Captain: Cut ouid der talk und get finished!

[Fritz stands on a stool as Hans gets out from underneath him and takes out the fire hose, nestled in a cage above them. Fritz pours glue on Der Captain's head and holds a fistful of beard hair in the other.] Fritz: Chust a liddle shampoodle mit violets und a dash uf vaniller sauce und you iss sveet like a horse-radish.

[Hans ties the end of the hose to a chair sat in front of Der Captain while Fritz stands by the release valve, ready to spin it open.] Fritz: Keep shut der peepers so der shampoo don't go in! Captain: Get a viggle on! I got to spoke a speech!

[Der Captain is blown backwards through the door by the force of the firehose. A crowd of dignitaries in top hats and Mama watch in shock.] Mama: Did der pipe busted?

[Der Captain, furious, runs after the Kids. He's ripped out the seat cushion getting out of the chair and it sticks, along with several springs, off of his behind.] Captain: If you t'ink you could excape diss time you better t'ink tvice!

[The Kids sit, post-spanking, wailing in pain. Der Captain looks at himself in the mirror in shock, while Mama looks on in joy. The crowd of dignitaries look on in anger.] Captain: Vot der----? Mama: Ooh, Captain! It commences to grow on der head! You look tventy years luflier! Dignitaries: They're a fine bunch!

[blackrose-to-redrose]

I cannot believe that the whole theory of "under-developed eyes" of the ancient Greeks is still promulgated as well as the theory of linguistic relativity. As the ideas of the ancient Greeks existed even before Plato so too did the ideas of Emmanuel Kant in German before he coined new terms for his philosophies. But I digress, the point is, colour perception and colour naming are very different things (the two may not be mutually exclusive, but they are perceptually and qualitatively different between languages). The theory of the evolutionary development of the ancient Greek eye (as for colour perception) has been disproved on any number of accounts, particularly in light of a few points: 1.) the person who decided that the ancient Greeks were not as developed in sight was altogether an amateur philologist and the then Prime Minister of England in 1858, Gladstone, who posited that the paucity of colour terms in Homeric Greek must equate to them being colour blind. Right, so we have a NON-Scientific approach which is completely unfounded - bravo! I suppose he could find some retinae lying about from 800-500 BC and perform a rod and cone analysis of the retina, which would be the scientific approach. This smells of the same 19th Century approach that the Germans used, for denigrating the modern Greeks... positing that all Ancient Greeks were blonde and blue-eyed and so the moderns were no longer heirs, (apparantly the Germans were heirs-apparent)... smack of "Aryanism?" (SIC) by Fallmeyer?! Sorry this is just utter crap, And 2.) The ability to distinguish 7 colours in a rainbow (from Aristotle's De Anima in which he states the 7 colours of a rainbow reflect the 7 tones of musical notation and possibly the 7 heavenly spheres, and explanations on refractivity of light in Ptolemy's Optica, to name but a few). This point espouses the ability of the ancient Greeks to finitely determine the seven colours of the visible spectrum of light (Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet).

It is however true in my personal opinion, that the sea is wine-coloured (as per Homer) whereby if you have ever seen the swirly waves of seas during storms, which appear dark/hazy and sometimes dark blue almost purpley. The wine-coloured aspect must be thought of as swirling wine in a cup (not distilled) that is more akin to a Ribena berry juice colour rather than a brilliant red. Don't think of the coast of the Mediterranean as being aquamarine, journey further into the sea under stormy weather and then see if it's brilliant blue!). C'mon these people were seafarers, not coastal amateurs!

A quick read through Liddle and Scott will show a plethora of colour terms or colour associated terms in ancient Greek, and just like chloros is yellow-green, there is prasinos = green from prason = leek (the vegetable). Even in English, green and grow are from the same root word (in accordance with J. Pokorny and his PIE linquistic theory) which imply a young growing plant or shoot/shrub, so too the ancient Greeks applied their colour terms. So language develops the need to describe colour as it applies to the situation and that is what Ancient Greeks did...

FYI a few colour terms in Ancient Greek (Homeric to 5th C Attic)

Melanos = black, mauros = dark,

leukos = white, pelios = grey

chloros = yellow/green

prasinos = green

chyrsos = golden

xanthos = blonde/yellow

phoinos = red (compare phoenix, crimson red dye of the Phoenicians)

erythros = red

kokkinos = scarlet

glaukos = blue, light blue

kyanos = dark blue

porphyros = purple

rhodos = pink/reddish pink, as in Rhododactylus Eos (from Homer = Rosy-fingered dawn)

khalkos = bronze coloured

and possibly kastanon = the chestnut to describe the colour dark brown

Then you have metallic colours as khrysos, phaeo, argyron, etc. to describe shining brilliant colours.

Well that was my 2 cents worth.

A-Word-Maka

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 464, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1127

I smiled as I woke up slowly, finding that the kids had creeped in at some point during the night and were now curled up tightly around my husband, unborn daughter and I. I had started sleeping with my soulmate acting as the big spoon, not liking sleeping on my back while pregnant- it just felt weird.

Baby Tommy and little girl were boxed in with pillows on either sides of them, the two of them with their dollies as they slept peacefully. Elizabeth  was sleeping on her side with her knees curled up, Elle next to her with her American Girl doll eyes shut. Katie was sprawled out, seemingly taking up much of the bed as she snored softly.

I love my family, I found myself thinking as I fluttered a hand to my baby bump, smiling when I felt Baby Violet Marie awake and twirling about.

KICK KICK KICK PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH

“Good morning, Baby Violet Marie,” I giggled. “You are currently thirty weeks along and you are the size of a cabbage right now!”

KICK

“Good morning mommy!” Katie greeted me in a sleepy meep. “Happy birthday!”“You’re right, mo stór!” I told her. “Today is my birthday!”

“Yay yay!” cheered Baby Tommy as he slowly woke up. “Yay yay!”

“And today is little girl’s birthday!” Elizabeth proclaimed as she woke up.

“Yay yay!” giggled Baby Tommy as he rolled over and sat up. “Liddle gurl’s biwtdai! Yay yay!”

“Yay yay!” I cooed, reaching over to tickle my fingers onto his chubby man tummy. Baby Tommy got a weird look on his face before-

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

Everyone scrambled up- my with little girl and his dollie in my arms and the girls with their American Girl mini mes.

“Good morning everyone!” Peter yawned just then. “Well, not exactly how I wanted to wake up this morning.”

“My love…” I choked out, herding the kids with me out into the hallway, where we could breathe a bit easier.

Mittens came up the stairs just then and went into the master bedroom before exiting with a funny look on her catish face.

MEOW she yowled, making a swift beeline over to where the Ratajczyk girls- myself, Elizabeth, Elle, Katie, Jing, little girl and her dollie- were standing as we waiting to be joined by my husband and son once more. MEOW

“Meow yourself, miss kitty!” I sassed her, giggling as Katie stooped down and picked up the fluffy black and white cat up for some snuggles with little girl and Mama Wen Wen.

“Mitties!” giggled little girl, reaching out to pat in between her ears.

“Yes, that’s right, little girl!” I cooed as Elizabeth came up to take her from me. “Mittens!”

MEOW meowed Mittens before erupting into rumbling purrs.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“Pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty, pwetty kitty…” little girl sang in a happy babble, cooing as Mittens reached out and began to gently bap at the child’s nose.

“Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur,” I sang. “Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr.”

“Mama Wen Wen, mesies song?” little girl meeped.

“Yes, that’s right!” I told her as Peter was lumbering out from the master bedroom. “That song is the baseline for your song!”

“Kitty kitty!” she crowed. “Papa Pete- kitty kitty!”

“Oh yes, I know!” he told her, handing me Baby Tommy before carrying me down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Where is Daisy?” I asked, spying the dog with Shadow curled into her side. “Good dog!”

Daisy whined, not getting up as Elizabeth went over to pet her.

“Daddy?” she called out as Peter settled me into my chair at the dining room table.

“Yes, Bitty?” he asked, looking up as she appeared in the doorway, her hands clutching at a limp Shadow.

“I think Shadow is dead,” she announced in a sad tone of voice, offering the cat to her father.

“Oh no, Shadow!” My heart broke at the sight of my husband cradling his pet to his chest as he fought back tears.

“My love?” I said, pulling him to kneel in between his legs. “It’s okay to cry. You can be vulnerable with me.”

His lower lip tremored for a moment before he was sobbing into my chest, cradling his dead pet in his arm. Elizabeth set Elle down into her chair and left the room, coming back with an empty shoebox, which she set onto the table before wrapping her arms around her father.

It took Peter the better part of an hour before he was out in the backyard, digging a grave for the slim black cat. Katie was holding the shoebox that contained the body of the much beloved pet, and Elizabeth was holding the hands of little girl and Baby Tommy. Isabelle was holding all four dollies and I was sitting in a chair as the excitement was happening.

The funeral was quiet and somber, with everyone sharing a sentence about the skittish cat. The babies didn’t seem to understand what was going on as the Ratajczyk patriarch set the shoebox into the ground and covered it with dirt.

“My love?” I hummed when he finished, standing there staring at the impromptu gravesite with teary eyes. “Would you like it if I planted some flowers over Shadow? I’m thinking catnip, perhaps?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled as Mittens trotted over and sniffed at Shadow’s final resting place. “Yeah, that does sound nice.”

“Okay then,” I smiled, settling into his chest with a soft coo as the family relocated back inside again. “I’ll get to it after Baby Violet Marie is born, okay?”

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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