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Sorry for the wait! I'll be getting back to violets account this week. Apparently irl unfortunate events do not help this muse in the least. {Casually puts on ASoUE in the background}

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I got laid off. So I am a bit sad over this unforunate event myself. So please don't mind my lack of activity. I am going to try to get back to it soon.

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If the world ever feels confusing, as if people are having secret meetings to plot against you behind your back, it’s useful to know they are.

Lemony Snicket (via violentfatefuldays)

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Tell me what you think about my portrayal!

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anyone who knew violet well could tell she was thinking hard

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

wolfglaive.

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . �� = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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favorite character moodboard » violet baudelaire

“Anyone who knew Violet well could tell she was thinking hard, because her long hair was tied up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes. Violet had a real knack for inventing and building strange devices, so her brain was often filled with images of pulleys, levers, and gears, and she never wanted to be distracted by something as trivial as her hair.”

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🎀The Fearsome Freak Show🎀

There was a lot in this world Violet did not understand. It was not because she was unintelligent. Simply that the world at times is often unfathomable. It was unfathomable that she would lose her home in a terrible fire. It was unfathomable that a sinister villain would chase her throughout the country for her fortune. It was unfathomable that she would be plucked up and dropped into a strange land alone. Yet all of these unfathomable things happened. Yes, there were a lot of things Violet did not understand. Luckily for Violet, she was made of sterner stuff then most.

In such an unfathomable Violet always pulled through. Triumph would have been too strong a word. Rarely did Violet achieve victory, but she always achieved survival. That had to count for something. So regardless of the fact she was filled with loneliness and misery, she trudged on. Trudged meaning walk, especially laboriously or wearily. Something which Violet did both literally and figuratively. As Violet trudged, she noticed a physically deformed man, obviously deformed by fire. Just another thing to Violet that was unfathomable.

It must have been difficult to look as the man did. Violet did spend her time as a freak in a freak show. She understood better than most what he was like to be feared and mocked for being different. There was the fact he was an adult, which could be dangerous. Yet, Violet felt the need to show him compassion due to her prior stint as a two-headed freak. “Good Afternoon Sir.” She decided to use her missing siblings as a way to get intel and make conversation.

Violet didn’t look at him with fear or distain. No, she looked at him with the upmost compassion. “I’m looking for my family.” She showed him a picture of The Baudelaire’s and Beatrice Snicket. “Have you seen them?”

@nightmarishnesses

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tenebrisexordium:

It was always back to this burned down wreck that was once considered a theater. Always a return back to something that both was his pride, and his downfall. The pinnacle of greatness, and the greatest sign of his sheer arrogance. A part of Maxwell felt relieved, yet another part felt mournful. A longing for what he had long built up for. And now he was left with nothing again.

What an awful feeling that was.

As the magician slowly walked through the ruins, a wistful sigh escaped his lips, eyes turned downward towards whatever charred remains he could keep his eyes upon.

“Ah… my theater…” Maxwell whispered aloud as he paced about aimlessly, moving about as if in a trance. “How could have it come to this… to have come to ruin so easily… how nothing I am here… how nothing I am without you.”

Such attention that he had put into his surroundings that he did not notice anyone else, lost in thought. Another sigh escaped the magicians lips as he stood, picking up a rather peculiar stone object, one that seemed to look like a claw or some sort of appendage.

“Always to ruin… always to ruin…”

Violet was as silent as a mouse as he spoke to himself. A saying which Violet never understood. Due to the fact, she found most rodents rather noisy. Sympathy welled up within Violet; as she knew exactly how he felt. It was a terrible feeling; one she wouldn’t even wish upon Count Olaf. Though she was uncertain if he was a threat, she decided to come out of the shadows.

“Excuse me sir…” Violet walked up to him cautiously. “It isn’t true what you said. You aren’t anything without this place. My home burned down too, and I lost everything. From my parents to my socks. We aren’t the unfortunate events in our lives, but how to react to them.” Of course, Violet wasn’t always proud of how she reacted to them. But she believed in what she said full-heartedly.

“My name is Violet Baudelaire. It is a pleasure to meet you. I know words alone cannot make loss feel better.” He was an adult and she felt a bit of nervousness. Yet they shared in a misery, so she hoped he wasn’t terrible. “But perhaps company that understands, would?”

🎀 The Terrible Theater 🎀

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There are many, many things that are better than nothing. A home-cooked meal is better than nothing. A roof over one’s head is better than nothing. And a place to sleep even if the bed is very small and the blanket damp with tears is better than nothing. But being raised in a violent and sinister environment by a man more interested in one’s fortune than comfort and well-being is not better than nothing…

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crossdressingrockpigeon:

Ryouta was just walking down the street, minding his own business and sipping some hot cocoa from a Styrofoam cup when he was hit in the face with a ribbon. He made a peeping sound, squishing his eyes shut as it settled across his nose. He only opened his eyes when it flutters off of his face.

“OH. Um….” The birdie blinked for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know? I haven’t met many people myself. I’m Ryouta Kawara. Nice to meet you.”

“Really? I have been searching the City for my family. I’m beginning to think I was the only one taken…” There was a forlorn look within Violet’s eyes. “I was wondering if it was because of their ages. I am worried about what tragedy befell them. How long have you been here? I’m dreadfully sorry if I am being a bother. In my life I have found most adults useless. So I am excited to meet someone my own age. Ryouta, that’s Japanese, yet I completely understand what you are saying. I guess this city has some sort of automatic translation filter…how fascinating.”The thought that such a device existed was enough to put a smile on her face.

🎀The Maddening Microcosm🎀

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tolditslant:

Damn– he’s not used to being so damn forgetful or clumsy. Wolfwood’ll blame it on being in this place for so long, and his mind being on other things. For now, berating himself isn’t what he needs to do. Turning, mouth quirked into a grateful smile, he meets the girl halfway, hands in his pocket to confirm yep, yep that’s him.

“Hey, thanks a lot. I’d be screwed without that.”

“No problem.” Kindness was something Violet had not seen much of in some time. However, Violet always tried to show it to others when possible. “I’m Violet Baudelaire, I am new around here.” She saw this as an opportunity so she took out a photograph of her; a boy, a toddler, and a baby. “Have you seen any of these people? I’m desperate to find them…”

🎀 The Worrisome Wallet 🎀

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revolvingmist:

Kurogiri glanced to the girl who had just entered then turned back to his glass cleaning duties. He was forced to raise his gaze again when she did not immediately turn around and leave as he expected. “That is not really a concern here…” With no IDs, he couldn’t be expected to card anyone and there were many different ages people had in mind to be a legal one. Looks were also too deceiving in this city for him to tell anyone to leave based on their appearance alone. 

“Yes?” He paused, waiting for her to get over the strangeness of his own appearance. It did not take long so he was thankful that nothing more had to be said on the matter. Kurogiri leaned in close to squint at the picture offered to him.

“Hmmm. I have not.” He couldn’t be absolutely certain about the spectacle-wearing boy but he had assuredly never seen a child so young, not in a long time at least. The glass he had just cleaned was set back on the rack for Kurogiri to lay down his full attention to their plight. “Is there elsewhere you were aiming to look? An infant should not be left alone in this city.” 

“I wish my brother Klaus were here. He is much more adept at reading law books then I am. I am still new to this city and am unaware of the laws or customs. I wouldn’t want to put a business owner at risk.” Violet was the polite sort; unless there were extenuating circumstances. “Thank you very much for your hospitality.” By hospitality she meant not kicking her out for being underage.

A look of woe came to Violet’s pleasant face when he said no. “I’m looking everywhere. We have lived a strange perilous life. They are also astoundingly clever,” she pointed to the toddler, “All three of them could be anywhere, surviving.” Violet pointed to the toddler. “By the time Sunny was a year and a half, she was cooking, had worked as a secretary, and at a lumber mill. Survived more perils than most adults face in their lives. Bravest person I’ve ever met. I am sure Beatrice,” She pointed to the baby, “Is just as clever at survival. Just because they can be left alone, doesn’t mean they should. I’m the eldest and it’s my job to take care of them. And I promised a woman on her death bed that I’d take care of Beatrice. I finally got us off this island…and then I ended up here. And I have to keep my promise to my parents and Kit Snicket…to take care of them.”

A growl came from Violet’s stomach. In all honesty she hadn’t eaten since she arrived.“You know in exchanged for some food, I could build you a contraption that will clean the glasses and put them on the rack…for you.” Violet took out her ribbon and tied her hair up.

🎀 The Sinful Saloon 🎀

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“My brother told me, it was originally a feast day to honor St. Valentinus. He was a Christian martyr. Which means what he did to get a holiday was die. There are no true historical connections with Valentine’s Day and romantic love. That is something that came much later.”

“I dunno who this ‘Valinti’ guy is or why he gets such a big, special day about love an’ everythin’. I mean, what’d he even do besides like…use his bits well an’ shit?”

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🎀 The Luckless Lake 🎀

e“What a perfect day to visit a lake.” Violet spoke to herself; perhaps she was going a bit mad. Never had she been alone for prolonged periods of time. Ever since Klaus was born, he was there by her side, the same could be said for Sunny. Whenever they did separate, nothing good was afoot. So, to be without them for so long left a sick feeling in her stomach and a figurative hole in her heart. The perfect overcast and grey skies just made her long for her siblings more. For it was days like today they would venture upon Briny Beach when it was nice and quiet. Not filled with noisy people who monopolized the beach.

With the most melancholy of looks; Violet scavenged for skipping stones. Before her life became a tragedy, she used to skip rocks all the time. A part of her hoped it would cheer her up. Since she hadn’t had leisure time for so long. Yet it also reminded her of the past, a past with her siblings, and how they could not enjoy this leisure time with her. It was safe to say her feelings were akin to a chef salad; mixed with good and bad things.

With an appropriate amount of rocks gathered; Violet began to skip rocks. One rock went very far. “Oh!” Violet cried with excitement. Only to look horrified as the rock’s skip splashed the only other person at the lake. “I’m so sorry!” Violet rushed over to the other girl. “Are you okay?”

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“No, I am sorry. I do not have a band aid. However—“ Violet took out her long silken ribbon, and tied her hair up. Hair could be so troublesome when one wanted to think clearly. She took out her handkerchief and folded it in such a way it became headband like. With a proud smile, she tied it around the girls’ head so it covered the spot and could soak up the blood. “There you go. You can keep it.”

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╰☆╮This is why it was NOT a good idea to run without looking where you’re going. You hurt yourself. Mirae has been rubbing the same sore spot on her forehead for quite awhile. “Do you have a bandaid.” Because she’s bleeding just a tiny bit.