I'm not afraid of anything

I'm sorry to say this but I lost my muse for Violet completely, I don't know if she will return. I'm putting her on a hiatus. I hope she will come back one day, if she does I will revamp everything and drop all threads. If you still want to contact me you can find me on my multi-chara: accensibilis.tumblr.com

[wehadadamnchance]

Nobody said it was easy It’s such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard

[somewhere-clean-and-kind]

The Scientist AND Violate.

My heart can’t handle it.

Oh God.

My tears.

Jesus H. Christ.

[dyingviolet]

*goes on hiatus*

....

*gains followers*

[dyingviolet]

Semi-Hiatus

//I'm taking a semi hiatus. I lost my muse and she isn't back yet, I really hope she'll come back. I might reply to some threads. If you wanna talk or rp with me, you can find me here: 

[frostbittensprite]

[olivia-abby-blog]

[dyingviolet]

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[dyingviolet]

//I'll try to avoid tumblr for the next days because supernatural and doctor who.... 

[pipcutio-blog]

[dyingviolet]

Frag-ile —- Easily broken, damaged or destroyed.                                                            Delicate;; Brittle;; Frail. And she looked her lover in the eyes, mouth open, orbs dry — a choke and nothing more left peachy lips as the girl began to cry; tiny lungs began to heave as the girl shuddered, pain rolling off of her skin, rib-cage so weak and beaten — she cries, a little more of her soul dying inside. “I just want you to love me—….but why, why must you do these things to me?” Another choke, another set of tears. It was useless, her attempt futile — such a fragile little thing was bound to get broken; it was just a matter of t i m e.

[taintedlostsouls-deactivated201]

open au: losing your memory

Tate ran around the house, trying to escape but he always ended up back in it. He wasn’t sure what was going on and he felt insane. Where was all Constance’s old tacky furniture? Where was the smell of disgusting pig meat? Where was his sister? His brother? What was going on? Tate couldn’t focus. He was freaking out. Nothing looked the same as it once had. Hadn’t he just gone to school yesterday and woke up this morning with everything completely different? 

He didn’t  know what the hell was going on, but he could hear things around the house. The voices in his head were coming back and he wasn’t sure he could handle them. Tate knew one day he’d listen to them, and by then he’d be too far gone. The house was getting to him even though he wasn’t sure it was his house. He tried to calm his mind. He thought about birds, engines, cars, grass, and more. Anything to keep the thoughts away. 

As his mind began to calm down, Tate heard something fall in the kitchen. Startled, he slowly made his way around the corner, peaking his head around the door frame. There was a girl he didn’t know in the kitchen. She was making toast and bacon, and it smelled great. If only he knew who she was and why she was there. 

“Who are you?” he demanded, scaring her. “What are you doing in my house? Where’s Constance?”

[dyingviolet]

{❀}—-| Hot coffee an the great smell of bacon and toast. The little flower was making lunch for her and Tate. The radio was on and Violet moved along with the rhythm of the music. 

A demanding, unexpected voice scared the flower a little. Brown eyes widened and her coffee mug fell on the floor, luckily it was empty. Calm down Vi, it's just him. Nothing to be afraid of. Violet took a deep breath, calming herself before she turned around to face the person. This happened a lot, but she didn't figure out how to handle it yet. "Tate, it's just me," she said as she faced him. "It's me, Violet, your wife." Brown eyes looked into his. She hoped he would still remember her now. He wasn't the same since the accident, he forgot a lot of things, sometimes he didn't even knew where he was. "Constance moved out, you know that, right?" He probably thought he was still living in the house with his Constance, Addie, Beau.... His family. 

[dyingviolet]

no replies tonight. I will do them tomorrow, they're in my drafts, some of them almost finished.

[askboxmemes]

Send me a ↯ if you want to plot something angsty/violent with me.

[cocainepractice]

[dontmakemekillyouagian-deactiva]

Violet and Constance || randomized starter

She dressed classy like a proud Virginian woman should. She got her hair done every Sunday after church. Brightened the blonde and caked on makeup from estee lauder. She worked a pair of bright red heels,and threw on a blue and red floral print vintage dress from a dress store by the railroad a few blocks away. She was made of money, inherited it from her father before she moved too the big city, Los Angeles. She was going too be a star. She was going too show every one back home that she was going too make her name. Eventually she did, not knowing it was going too be because of her son being a mass murderer. You’d never know what life was going too throw at you. Good or bad, life didn’t care. 

Even if she had all this money Constance was a kleptomaniac  The rush of stealing things made her feel exhilarated. She also knew it disturbed the ghosts next door, that’s why she always stole from over there. She clicked her heels against the chalky sidewalk and opened the gate easily. She whistled letting the birds in the tree’s repeat after her. The day was fabulous. The sun was out just right, and the breeze was perfection  She patted her beautiful blonde up-do and continued inside the house. Without hesitation or even knocking on the door she entered the home. The place was grimy as usual  No one had lived there. Not for a while since the Harmon’s passed away. 

[dyingviolet]

{❀}—-| The blonde ghost sat on the staircase, flipping a coin over and over again. Without any warning the front door opened. Violet looked up and watched the person walk into the house, a woman named Constance. There was the blonde lady from Virginia. A small sigh escaped her mouth. "You better give me some cigarettes if you're going to wander through the house," she said. Violet almost ran out of cigarettes again. She didn't smoke as much as when she was alive, but at some point, she would run out of cigarettes again. Sometimes if strangers went into the house to discover if the stories were real, she would try to steal their cigarettes if they had some. 

[misunderstoodxkids]

He frowned slightly, looking at her. “What?”

[dyingviolet]

{❀}—-| "They're controlling the roads, but they can't protect everything. They can't protect every inch of land what surrounds the road.  We could just avoid them, you know," she explained. Violet hoped he would understand her. 

[tateis-thedarkness]

"It's fine." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't help but somewhat blame himself for not being there when she needed him, yet he didn't want her to slice open her skin anymore. Tate stopped right in his tracks and turned to the guilt stricken girl. He drew in a long breath before looking into her big brown sorrow-filled eyes. "actually, it's not fine. I hate when you do that to yourself, Violet. can you just... can you just do me a favor? can you call me when you feel like doing this? I'll stop whatever I'm doing to get to you so I can take your mind off of whatever it is that's making you so upset, but can you promise me you wont do this again?" His voice was almost a whisper. He didn't want the rest of the students to overhear their conversation about what she had done. She already had a hard enough time fitting in, no need to add on to the list of things that made her an outcast. His eyes that were staring into hers were pleading for the answer tat he wanted to hear. Pleading for her to agree with him. 

[dyingviolet]

{❀}—-|The blonde girl let out a soft but relieved sigh when Tate said it was fine. She didn’t believe him for hundred percent, but tried to. A couple seconds later turned out his words were a lie. Of course it wasn’t fine. Violet bit her bottom lip while words were flowing out of his mouth. “I’ll call you Tate." It wasn't more than a whisper, but the soft words had a big meaning. It was a promise. And the girl knew she would probably break that promise someday.  He probably wouldn't even care. "I will try, okay." Another promise that was doomed to be broken. The flower hated to disappoint Tate, but sometimes things got too hard. Resisting the urge wasn't always that easy. And her razors were so easy to grab. They were hidden in her room, but Violet was always able to find them without any trouble. Perhaps Violet should give them to Tate, so it would be easier to quit. "Do you want me to give you my razors?" she asked softly. It would be a good idea. 

[onlyintheshadows-deactivated201]

| ø | —-;          “Um — yeah, you could say that.” It’s not everyday a blind person magically gets their sight back, after all. He offered her a small smile, his way of being friendly and also trying to make up for the awkward hug, “I guess I should probably introduce myself, I’m Alex.”

[dyingviolet]

{❀}—-| Little ghost ran her hand through her blonde hair. "I'm Violet," she said as she gave him a smile, hoping this conversation would become less awkward. "I thing I've never seen you here before."

[innaturaleeos]

(❈) —         The little bright flower was sad. There hadn’t been anyone to talk to, about anything. Cassie realized she was all alone in this big house. That scared her, last time she was this alone….bad things happend. So now she’s sitting alone trying to watch the tv but her urges keep coming back.

[dyingviolet]

{❀}—-   Little ghost girl walked into the living room, bored as usual. This time the room wasn't empty. Another ghost was sitting there, watching the tv. "Mind if I join?" She didn't give the girl a kind smile like most people would.