&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

୨୧╼ Memento Memori, remember you will die. The motto was etched at the entrance of Prufrock Prep. It was fitting as every day spent within the school’s walls felt like a slow demise. Daily concerts held by Vice Principal violin concerts that assaulted their senses. Count Olaf dressed up as Couch Genghis forced them to do meaningless laps all night. The fact that their Orphan status practically made them pariahs was the least of their problems.

        Charlie had not been like the majority of the students. The atrocious treatment of those deemed undesirable was considered the standard. At best they were ignored and at worst they were tormented. With a life infested with unspeakable horrors, all positive experiences were cherished. “Yes, it is wonderful to see you. From appearances time has treated you well.”

        Eyes cast downward as Violet bit her lip. It was a rarity that she saw someone from her past and found pleasure in it. Her gut instinct was generally to flee as quickly as possible. If approached, she would deny who she was and make her exit. Not that meeting new people was any either. She lived an isolated life, scared to get close to anyone outside her immediate family. “How have you been?” With a small smile, she tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

Years could move rather quickly. Charlie had memories of many things in recent years that left impressions. The stranger and stranger still. Prufrock Prep among them. It seemed to be an endless maze of the most odd rules he had ever endured. But endured it he had. Not everyone was so lucky- there were a few that got the brunt of it. But one pair in particular had seemed to be dirt beneath the bottom of the barrel. At least as far as it went with Vice Principal Nero.

What a fuck.

But the days that went by, Charlie could remember them. Her in particular. There was something distinctly memorable about Violet. Even if they interacted in limited amounts- by no means without attempts. But that 'school' had been a cage, separating them from the things they wanted or enjoyed.

So when a familiar face appeared as he turned, the dark haired man could only look surprised. His face, usually one of neutrality, had morphed into shock.

"Oh. V-Violet? Holy...-Is that you?"

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.

FALLOUT: Season 1 Episode 2 “The Target”

Doctor Who Mummy on the Orient Express | 8.08

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. 

୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to chit chat? kiss kiss.

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phantomtastic

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

~Natsuo Kirino in Out

me staring at the fact i have to install word, and it just didn't come with windows. wtf.

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.