so i think my happy ending is to FLARE OUT like a supernova and perhaps light the world for just a moment so that the darkness that frightens us all may retreat and lift away and vanish for just a moment.
EVA NOBLEZADA, DEMIGIRL, SHE/THEY. — looks like VIOLET GOTHEL is attending AURADON PREP in auradon. they’re the EIGHTEEN year old child of MOTHER GOTHEL (ADOPTED), which means they’re from THE ISLE OF THE LOST. heard they’re RESOURCEFUL & OBSERVANT, but can also be HOSTILE & SULLEN ; we all have our bad days. people normally associate them with SWIFT HANDS, SNEAKING OUT AT NIGHT, CUTTING YOUR OWN BANGS.
hello all !! it’s seph once again with a new character ! this time it’s sort of a heavy revamp of one of my much older characters ( think: character i’ve had since 2012 kind of old ) but definitely with some new points i’ve added !! anyways, as per usual, if you wanna hc, hit me tf up on tumblr pms or through discord @ seph !#7477 !!
i. i was born with fire burning ╱
violet lillith gothel.
nineteen. daughter of mother gothel.
spotify. pinterest.
ii. at the root of my heart ╱
╰ ˚ mother gothel had a penchant of taking in children that were not her own, and violet knew from the start that the woman she calls mother really wasn’t hers.
╰ ˚ her real parents were petty thieves shipped off to the isle, who never in their wildest dreams even expected a child. so she was left on the stoop of some random building in a basket, with only a locket and a letter containing her name.
╰ ˚ when mother gothel saw the crying baby on her doorstep, she took her in, raised her as if she were one of her own. she was nice enough to have let violet keep her locket during the first few years of her childhood, though eventually sold it to get food for them.
╰ ˚ maybe it was because she was so small and quiet as a child, or maybe it was because she was the youngest, but gothel was never as harsh to violet, though that didn’t mean she didn’t spit vile words and passive aggressive comments at the girl’s face.
╰ ˚ when she got older, gothel found a use for her small build and her innocent face, and after a few weeks of learning the tricks, violet was sent out to the streets in her free time to pickpocket random passersby and citizens of the isle.
╰ ˚ nobody ever suspected her, of course. how could they, when they looked into her big brown eyes and saw innocence. to them she was just gothel’s youngest child, a charity case who never really spoke that much.
╰ ˚ she was always so quiet, yes, but what she lacked in words she made up for in her observations.
╰ ˚ she was so quiet and so isolated. gothel didn’t keep them in a tower, but she moderated violet’s ins and outs so much that it might as well have been. her contact with the rest of the isle was limited to her schooling and on the days when gothel would let her roam the street to lift valuables from unknowing passersby.
╰ ˚ it also didn’t help that gothel fed her the same lies that she did to rapunzel, that the world beyond their homestead was nasty and filled with ruffians and thugs ( which wasn’t much of a lie now these days, but u get my point ), which made her wary of the world outside what she’s known.
╰ ˚ she has, however, snuck out at night ( though it’s only been a handful of times since she’s done so ), not to interact with the rest of the kids of the isle, but to just walk around the dark paths of the forest near their house, basking in the moon’s glow. the forest has become her friend, and one might argue that it was her only friend, and they’re partially true. friends are hard to come by in the isle, after all.
╰ ˚ when she was chosen to go to auradon, violet had an uneasy feeling in her gut. of course, she was happy to leave the isle, and auradon had much more valuable and expensive things to pickpocket off, but while her life in the isle was never really ideal, she was a bit scared to leave all she’s ever known.
iii. at the base of my throat ╱ personality.
╰ ˚ if you hadn’t noticed, violet isn’t much of a talker, though it’s mostly out of her own volition. to her, her quiet nature = innocence, which fools a lot of people.
╰ ˚ she’s a tad bit naive, yes– she doesn’t quite believe gothel when she says that the outside world is dangerous, but she does heed a bit of her instructions, which means that she’s very wary and suspicious of literally everyone around her. like !! she doesn’t think that the outside world isn’t inherently bad, she just assumes that a majority of the people are kind of out to get her.
╰ ˚ is probably inwardly judging you so hard right now. while she rarely speaks, her inner monologue is just full of her critiquing others.
╰ ˚ can definitely be perceived as hostile once people look past her ‘innocent’ frontand she kind really is?? she takes a lot of caution when handling w people bc again ! ! she still doesn’t trust them
╰ ˚ also when people look past her Innocent™️ front, she is hella Grumpy™️ like she is lit rally the walking definition of ‘do not fucking talk to me or i will stomp you with my hooves’
iv. at the bottom of my lungs ╱
i don’t really have a specific wanted connection for violet, but like i said, if you want to plot something w/ me, hit me up on tumbler or on discord @ seph !#7477
del hugged their skateboard to their chest, wide and slightly frightened eyes poking out from the top; frightened at making an accidental sound ( as they usually seemed to do goddamnit ), thus scaring the deer off and pissing off this stranger. “ … i have to tell you … i’m really not good at being quiet, i’m so sorry in advance – i’m just gonna – i’ll try to shut up. is he gonna do anything, are you gonna sing like snow white – ”
violet shushes the other person, brows furrowed together both in concentration and also slight annoyance as they started to ramble on. “ SSH! now you’re really going to scare him off. ” she whispers harshly, turning to face them with a frown on her face. “ and do i LOOK like snow white to you? ”
d a r k eyes met the other as he let’s out a s i g h. all there ever was now and days was talk about the break in and he admits that it was getting a n n o y i n g, but he c o u l d n ‘ t help himself, but t a l k about it. “i b e l i e v e so.. but you know s o m e people from auradon h a t e s us. they see us as n o t h i n g, but e v i l.”
she scrunches her nose, taking a small step back — well weren’t they? of course violet didn’t quite believe her mother fully when gothel said that everyone in the outside world was evil, but that didn’t mean some kids off the isle weren’t — isn’t that why they were sent to the isle in the first place? “ and you don’t think they are right when they assume that? ”
❝ MAYBE HE’S THE ONE BREAKING INTO EVERYTHING , ❞ brows raised as if it was a genuine idea to ponder , face soon contorting into a sliver of confusion at her pure interest towards the animal . ❝ he should be scared off , you know … back to the forest where it lives ? ❞ tone took on a questioning resonance as if she couldn’t seriously be considering the aspect of catching the animal ; which was an idea that was woefully implied .
she rolls her eyes, though admittedly he is right, the deer was breaking into everything. violet wasn’t well-versed in auradonian animals, but she’s quite sure they’re much like the animals back in the isle. “ either that or he goes wild and wrecks havoc around the area. ” she replies, voice still soft as she takes another step near the deer, who still hasn’t noticed them. “ no sudden movements, all right? ”
“ no. ” her voice is firm, and much louder than usual, holding out an arm in front of the other person to bar them from getting closer to the animal just a few feet away. she brings a finger to her lips in a shushing motion, before taking a step forward. the deer in front of them doesn’t budge, and she takes this as a good sign. then turning back to face the other person, she whispers, “ you don’t want to scare him off now, do you? ”
“mmm, a museum b r e a k in, eh?” devan shakes his head as he let’s out a huff of b r e a t h. licking his lips slightly, he r u n s a hand through his dark hair. “what a p e r f e c t excuse to blame one of the vk kids, right?” a h u m o r l e s s chuckle leaves his lips and fills the a i r between the person he was talking to. “whoever did it sure as h e l l don’t want the vk kids to be here. we all know that s o m e o n e is going to b l a m e us.”
violet tilts her head slightly, a frown on her face. sure, she’s heard about the museum break-in, though never considered doing such a feat as raiding the museum of cultural history, because for one, she isn’t stupid, and second, she’s more on the art of sleight of hand than actually robbing a place. she responds with a shake of her head, dark hair bouncing, “ didn’t they question people from auradon as well? ” her voice is soft, not quite used to talking, but there’s a hint of bitterness in it.
“La da da da da, la da da da da, la da da da da, la da da da da da…”
Len mumbled as he walked across the campus of Auradon Prep, one earbud from the iPod he’d “found”. He’d accidentally hit play on one of the songs, “Brass Goggles”, and somehow put it on repeat, but it was catchy so he didn’t mind. He was so absorbed in the device that he hadn’t noticed the bike rack he was walking into until he’d tumbled over it.
“Fuck!”
He contemplated lying there, but decided it was better to at least attempt standing up. His arm protested in pain, and he sighed.
“Anyone know where the nurse’s office is?”
the auradon sun is somehow less forgiving than in the isle, and violet regrets not bringing at least a cap as she walked along the grounds of auradon prep. nobody really spared her a second glance as she strolled around the school, having been used to blending in and all of that. she decides to take a rest, leaning against a bike rack. she squints as her eyes scan the area— nobody really was walking around in the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun except maybe for two other people, both a good few feet away from her, and both not really carrying anything of value that violet can pocket.
she’s snapped out of her thoughts by the shaking of the bike rack and a loud swear. she turns, eyes slightly narrowed at the person on the ground as she moved closer. what an idiot, violet thinks, though she’d never voice it out. instead, she offers him a shrug, and a soft, barely audible, “ i don’t know, i just got here. ”
EVA NOBLEZADA, DEMIGIRL, SHE/THEY. — looks like VIOLET GOTHEL is attending AURADON PREP in auradon. they're the EIGHTEEN year old child of MOTHER GOTHEL (ADOPTED), which means they're from THE ISLE OF THE LOST. heard they're RESOURCEFUL & OBSERVANT, but can also be HOSTILE & SULLEN ; we all have our bad days. people normally associate them with SWIFT HANDS, SNEAKING OUT AT NIGHT, CUTTING YOUR OWN BANGS.
hello all !! it’s seph once again with a new character ! this time it’s sort of a heavy revamp of one of my much older characters ( think: character i’ve had since 2012 kind of old ) but definitely with some new points i’ve added !! anyways, as per usual, if you wanna hc, hit me tf up on tumblr pms or through discord @ seph !#7477 !!
i. i was born with fire burning ╱
violet lillith gothel.
nineteen. daughter of mother gothel.
spotify. pinterest.
ii. at the root of my heart ╱
╰ ˚ mother gothel had a penchant of taking in children that were not her own, and violet knew from the start that the woman she calls mother really wasn’t hers.
╰ ˚ her real parents were petty thieves shipped off to the isle, who never in their wildest dreams even expected a child. so she was left on the stoop of some random building in a basket, with only a locket and a letter containing her name.
╰ ˚ when mother gothel saw the crying baby on her doorstep, she took her in, raised her as if she were one of her own. she was nice enough to have let violet keep her locket during the first few years of her childhood, though eventually sold it to get food for them.
╰ ˚ maybe it was because she was so small and quiet as a child, or maybe it was because she was the youngest, but gothel was never as harsh to violet, though that didn’t mean she didn’t spit vile words and passive aggressive comments at the girl’s face.
╰ ˚ when she got older, gothel found a use for her small build and her innocent face, and after a few weeks of learning the tricks, violet was sent out to the streets in her free time to pickpocket random passersby and citizens of the isle.
╰ ˚ nobody ever suspected her, of course. how could they, when they looked into her big brown eyes and saw innocence. to them she was just gothel’s youngest child, a charity case who never really spoke that much.
╰ ˚ she was always so quiet, yes, but what she lacked in words she made up for in her observations.
╰ ˚ she was so quiet and so isolated. gothel didn’t keep them in a tower, but she moderated violet’s ins and outs so much that it might as well have been. her contact with the rest of the isle was limited to her schooling and on the days when gothel would let her roam the street to lift valuables from unknowing passersby.
╰ ˚ it also didn’t help that gothel fed her the same lies that she did to rapunzel, that the world beyond their homestead was nasty and filled with ruffians and thugs ( which wasn’t much of a lie now these days, but u get my point ), which made her wary of the world outside what she’s known.
╰ ˚ she has, however, snuck out at night ( though it’s only been a handful of times since she’s done so ), not to interact with the rest of the kids of the isle, but to just walk around the dark paths of the forest near their house, basking in the moon’s glow. the forest has become her friend, and one might argue that it was her only friend, and they’re partially true. friends are hard to come by in the isle, after all.
╰ ˚ when she was chosen to go to auradon, violet had an uneasy feeling in her gut. of course, she was happy to leave the isle, and auradon had much more valuable and expensive things to pickpocket off, but while her life in the isle was never really ideal, she was a bit scared to leave all she’s ever known.
iii. at the base of my throat ╱ personality.
╰ ˚ if you hadn’t noticed, violet isn’t much of a talker, though it’s mostly out of her own volition. to her, her quiet nature = innocence, which fools a lot of people.
╰ ˚ she’s a tad bit naive, yes-- she doesn’t quite believe gothel when she says that the outside world is dangerous, but she does heed a bit of her instructions, which means that she’s very wary and suspicious of literally everyone around her. like !! she doesn’t think that the outside world isn’t inherently bad, she just assumes that a majority of the people are kind of out to get her.
╰ ˚ is probably inwardly judging you so hard right now. while she rarely speaks, her inner monologue is just full of her critiquing others.
╰ ˚ can definitely be perceived as hostile once people look past her ‘innocent’ front and she kind really is?? she takes a lot of caution when handling w people bc again ! ! she still doesn’t trust them
╰ ˚ also when people look past her Innocent™️ front, she is hella Grumpy™️ like she is lit rally the walking definition of ‘do not fucking talk to me or i will stomp you with my hooves’
iv. at the bottom of my lungs ╱
i don’t really have a specific wanted connection for violet, but like i said, if you want to plot something w/ me, hit me up on tumbler or on discord @ seph !#7477
i was born with Fire burning
at the root of my heart
at the base of my throat
at the bottom of my lungs.
and with every beat of my heart,
it spread
it spread
i t s p r e a d
like the blood in my veins
until
my whole body was afire
in flames
and people would tell me–
watch out, little one, or you might be singed
and i kept shouting back–
can’t you feel it?
can’t you feel yourself burning up right now?
can’t you smell the smoke and see the flickers?
can’t you feel it razing you down from the inside out?
Fire was my unseen twin
my cradle
my birthmate
and i suspect Fire will be
my deathbed
too.
after all,
what can Fire do but burn?
so i think my happy ending
is to flare out like a supernova
and perhaps
light the world
for just a moment
so that the darkness that frightens us all
may retreat and lift away and vanish
for just a moment.
after all,
what can Fire do but burn?
if i live to see the Fire die in me
i do not know who i will be then
but i do know that
i do not want to know
that person–
made only of ashes blowing in the wind
of the memory of warmth
of the mirage of light on the horizon where the sun died
of the aftertaste of something glorious.
after all,
what can i do but burn?
I think I was born to die young ( j.p. ) (via pencap)
