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any carrd alternatives? i can't afford my carrd subscription till february.

୨୧╼ Shawn Spencer was truly a curiosity. Like one might find at one of those antique curio shops. With strange and exotic paraphernalia from assorted times and places. Where you never knew what you would see around the corner. It was clear that he was highly intelligent, albeit very silly. But her scientific oriented brain had difficulty believing in his proclaimed divinations.

        Politely Violet covered her mouth, unable to suppress her giggle. There was something humorous about the way he scrutinized his food. There were many times that she had not had the luxury of being picky about food. The only requirement she had for what she ate was that it did not contain peppermint. But that was only due to an allergy.  It was her sister Sunny, that had a more discerning palate. 

        “You certainly are a character. Though – I must admit I’ve never seen an Indian Jones movie. I imagine I won’t now since you find it so unsavory. My parents were the type of parents where all the media we consumed had a purpose. Usually educational, others for knowing what to do when confronted by villainy. Not that I have a complaint about it. Simply I missed out on certain popular culture. ” 

        The way that Shawn’s eyes moved were methodical. While he may have been rambunctious in nature, there seemed to be a method to his madness. Violet wondered what it might be like to look around in such a manner, without seeing a bad actor behind every door. Literally. 

         “A calling? A natural born gift?” Well-formed eyebrows rose, as she felt herself begin to smile. “Such as the diviners and prophets of the past? Have you ever met anyone else with such a talent?” How could she not be curious? Whatever was going on with him was fascinating. “I once worked for a dreadful and selfish woman who claimed clairvoyance. It was all smoke and mirrors however.” Sometimes Violet swore she still heard the snarls of the lions that so greedily gobbled Madame Lulu up.  A wretch of a woman who used her last breath to betray the Baudelaire’s. 

      If Shawn truly had such premonitions; he would have seen though Violet already. The cavalcade of misfortune that surrounded her. That she did not have clean hands, even if she had the best aims. As the old proverb said, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. “Whether or not your gift is something mystical – I must commend you on the fact you use your abilities to aid in justice. Many would use them for more self-indulgent purposes.”

          There were many things that Violet was good at, talking about herself was not one of them. Nervously she bit her bottom lip and glanced down into her lap. “I apologize, I am not used to people asking about me. I am an inventor with a variety of patents to my name.  The ones that were the most successful ended up being an improved grappling hook and pencil sharpener. I have been tinkering since I was a child. Not all of my inventions are practical. Once I made a Grandfather Clock Toaster. Whenever the clock struck twelve it would eject two pieces of toast.”  Finally, she looked back up again, “My daughter just started college – and she insisted I get out of my workshop and get this novel thing called a social life. She’s adopted – and her birth mother in trusted me with her safety. My life has revolved around her for so long, I don’t know what to do with myself.” 

He glared at the plate with complete distrust. There were far too many vegetables, and none of them had the decency to be fried. And then there was the cherry tomato—sitting all by itself on the edge of the plate, like some kind of culinary ransom note. Was it a warning from a serial killer? Or maybe the chef’s desperate plea for help, communicated in the only way they could.

Just maybe—if he tilted his head and squinted—there’d be a hidden message in the arrangement of the food. An S.O.S., spelled out in unseasoned zucchini. That had to be it. Because there was no way this was what he ordered. The menu had promised "delicious," and he’d wholeheartedly disagree.

“Displeasing is how bad the last Indiana Jones movie was despite having Harrison Ford in it. This,” he gestured to the plate like it might explode, “is attempted murder.”

Grabbing his beer, Shawn casually scanned the room. His gaze landed on the guy sitting three tables down, nervously fidgeting with his watch. Obviously waiting for a date who was either late—or had already decided he wasn’t worth showing up for.

“Oh, glad you asked,” Shawn said to no one in particular, gesturing grandly like he was in the middle of a job interview. “You see, what I do isn’t really a job—it’s more of a calling. Something you’re born with. " Or, you know, something you develop after your dad refuses to let you go outside until you’ve memorized every minor change in the living room, just so he can test your observational skills.

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to an exaggerated whisper. “I get these premonitions. Commune with the spirits, the world beyond, you know. And thanks to this incredible gift, I assist our local police department with solving their toughest cases. Won a bunch of awards, have the keys to the city—it’s a whole thing.” He paused for effect before flashing his most charming grin.

“Now,” he said, gesturing for dramatic emphasis, “please—tell me all about you.”

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. ❜

—𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻. 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻.

abbott wolff. original fallout character. multi-fandom. indie. selective. private. penned by miles. ( he/they, 25. ) cred.

"She was willing to put herself out for others, but when it was just for her, it hardly mattered."

~Natsuo Kirino in Out

another blog idea that no one asked for but i'm thinking about?

heather from blair witch project. i'm gonna cook on a fc claim. but am taking recs.

୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to chit chat?

“SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚      as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!     ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

ACTIONS          (   add +reverse to switch the sender and receiver   )

( undress )     for the sender to undress something off of the receiver.

( gentle )     for the sender to kiss the receiver’s hand.

( photograph )     for the send to take a photo of the receiver.

( mark )     for the sender to give the receiver hickies/love marks. 

( tug )     for the sender to tug on the receiver’s hair.

( caress )     for the sender to caress the receiver’s cheek.

( kiss )     for the sender to kiss the receiver on the lips.

( trace )     for the sender to trace their finger of the receiver’s body.

( rake )     for the sender to rake through the receiver’s hair with their fingers.

( spank )     for the sender to spank the receiver.

( bind )     for the sender to tie-up/bound the receiver in any way.

( embrace )     for the sender to amorously embrace the receiver.

( send )     for the sender to send the receiver a dirty text/photo.

( edge )     for the sender to prolong the receiver’s orgasm.

( record )     for the sender to consensually record the receiver.

( star )     for the sender to be consensually recorded by the receiver.

( tickle )     for the sender to tickle the receiver.

( massage )     for the sender to massage a part of the receiver’s body.

( speak )     for the sender to whisper something dirty/erotic in the receiver’s ear.

( trail )     for the sender to leave a trail of kisses on the receiver.

( cover )     for the sender to blindfold the receiver.

( dance )     for the sender to dance sensually for the receiver.

( lap )     for the sender to sit on the receiver’s lap.

( tongue )     for the sender to lick a part of the receiver’s body.

( watch )     for the sender to watch the receiver be intimate solo.

( perform )     for the sender to be intimate solo while the receiver watches.

SCENARIOS         (   “intimate” can mean as much or as little as you want!   )

bath:     for our muses to share a bath together.

car:     for our muses to get intimate inside a car.

rent:     for our muses to rent a motel/hotel room together.

show:     for the sender to knowingly dance while the receiver watching.

eyes:     for the sender to watch the receiver dance.

club:     for our muses to get intimate at a club.

lingerie:     for the sender to try on lingerie for the receiver.

react:     for the sender to react to the receiver trying on lingerie for them.

quiet:     for our muses to get intimate while avoiding getting caught.

aftercare:     for our muses to participate in aftercare together.

tease:     for our muses to intimately tease each other in public.

invite:     for the sender to invite the receiver to a quickie.

mornings:     for the sender to intimately wake the receiver up.

shower:     for our muses to share a shower together.

work:     for our muses to get intimate at someone’s place of work.

haste:     for our muses to get intimate with little time available.

closet:     for our muses to get intimate in a closet

stall:     for our muses to get intimate in a public/private bathroom stall.

DIALOGUE        (   change any pronouns!   )

kiss me, here.

shhh…

am i hurting you?

I’ll make it up to you.

I was thinking about you all day.

let’s go home early…

i need you.

does that feel good?

i could stay like this forever.

i don’t wanna be alone tonight.

last night was a mistake.

i think that was the best i ever had.

i can’t believe we just did that.

you’re really good at that.

that was… amazing.

you’re being so good for me.

i can’t wait any longer.

i want you to stay, with me.

you’re such a tease.

your skin is so soft.

you have to be quiet.

i’m so hot for you right now.

tell me you want me.

let me take care of you.

you are so fucking sexy.

tell me how you want it.

touch me.

can i touch you here?

stay with me tonight.

i want you inside of me.

another round?

i think i’m in love with you.

only if you behave…

you wanna mess around?

god, you’re perfect.

touch yourself for me.

tonight is all about you.

time to return the favour.

are you comfortable?

i think i’m in love with you.

୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to plot out dynamics and relationships with my morose babe? willing to adapt her to basically any media - and create unique verses.

idk i love the opposites attract trope for violet bc i am a trash human being. and i'm sorry about it.