Violetta's story

Mlle. Violetta Bulstrode ||16 || witch || English oc in the 1918 Paris verse mun is 21+, all triggering posts will be tagged and posted under a read more

[missbulstrode]

[missbulstrode]

Curiosity

When she’d first started coming to the club with her aunt it had been all a great novelty. Now that Violetta had been attending regularly for the past few months that novelty was quickly wearing off. The gossip being shared around the table by her chaperones failed to capture her attention as did the dancing on the stage. A movement off stage however, did capture it. Violetta began wondering what it was like backstage. She’d never been in that part of the club before. It didn’t take long for her curious nature to get the better of her. Slipping away from the table she managed to sneak back there unnoticed, or at least no one stopped her if they did notice. What had seemed like an interesting idea began to feel a bit silly after yet another dressing room filled with people with too much makeup and too little clothing getting ready to go onstage or having just come off it. Still she’d gone to all the trouble of sneaking back here so she continued determined to find something of interest. It was a disappointment to find the last door she saw locked. Perturbed that her grand adventure had turned into such a stunning failure she turned around to make her way back to her table only to run into someone. “Oi! Don’t you watch where you are going?” Violetta demanded with the air of someone who was exactly where they were supposed to be instead of the opposite.

[missbulstrode]

Hi!

Vi's back! She's cute,spoiled,rich, and the best witch you'll ever meet at least in her mind so I'm sure she was missed. If anyone wants to play with a spoiled, little rich witch message me, reply to this, send an owl wrong verse. I was going to watch Moulin Rouge for inspiration but sadly Netflix doesn't have it on streaming. Here's her bio in case you shockingly don't know who she is.

[missbulstrode]

Vi & Damon || A little harmless flirting

Violetta couldn’t help grinning when she saw who was sitting at the table next to hers. There was something about him that made her wonder just how nice of a person he was. But he did have good manners and everyone knew good manners were far more important. Besides nice people tended to be dull, a trait almost as bad as being rude.

“Bonjour, monsieur. It is a lovely evening, is it not?”

[missbulstrode]

Vi & Damon || It's not the size that matters

DAMON: My apologies for my lack of manners. You can call me Damon.

Vi: Apology accepted, Damon. It's a pleasure to make you acquaintance.

[ephemeral-elegance]

Brocaded Shoes, 1918-23

Worn by Emily Butler Biddle

via Philadelphia Museum of Art

[ephemeral-elegance]

Dress, 1914-18

via The Met

[pastelsandfashion]

Ophelia’s Folly

[mostflogged-deactivated20200317]

i wish i could make something beautiful like this these are SO GORGEOUS

[hallelujahweddings]

{Ylang 23 || Love of My Life}

[pendragonz]

[fuckmcavoy-archive-deactivated2]

u can’t just make the bad guy hot and tell me that i’m suposed to hate him

[considxro-archive]

      ❝I’m not mad. —-I’m not.                           —-You’re just pushing my buttons, sister.              ’N I don’t think a regal brat has their say, when they do most of the whinin’.

                           I h a v e skill, a’right? The juggler, Joe?                                        Those balls are a fake. Fills them with tiny magnets.❞

[missbulstrode]

"That is your problem, not mine. Do you? What is it? So far I have only seen you complaining. ...They are? Really! Well that is certainly disappointing. Is your talent a fake too then"

[hoodoothatvoodoo-deactivated201]

Illustration by Maurice Pepin

For Le Sourire

1918

[melancholycheer]

I love ships that include a savior and a broken person 

I love ships where the broken person enters the darkness and the savior loves them unconditionally despite the pain that puts them through

I love ships where the savior is their light to come home to

I love ships where the savior goes crazy trying to heal the broken one

I love ships where the savior can’t go a day without being reminded of and missing their lost other half

I love ships with angst and passion and desperate, raw need

I love ships where usually stoic, controlled characters lose their cool only when it comes to that one person 

I love ships where they are willing to give up their dreams for each other

I love ships with a reunion injected with emotion and an overflow of tears and embraces

I love ships where the savior heals the broken 

I love ships where the savior realizes the broken one healed him, too

I love ships where they compete with and inspire and complete each other

I love ships where they fix each other

I love ships where they bring out the best in each other

I love ships that are beautifully heartbreaking

I love ships that are founded on unconditional love

I love S O U L M A T E S

[missbulstrode]

Write about a time that your character watched someone die or attended a funeral. Were they close to this person? Why or why not? Why were they obligated to witness the death?

Vi has only attended one funeral in her life, that of her baby brother. His funeral was a small one, just immediate family and her grandparents from both sides. It was the only time she’s ever seen her father drunk. She had a lot of mixed emotions about it. On one hand she hadn’t liked her brother, finding the baby odd looking. It also annoyed the young girl how much attention he stole from her. Especially given he was so very ugly and boring. But it was sad to see her parents looking so broken. She’d never seen either of them show much emotion before. Both were rather detached. Though after the boy had been born her father had been overjoyed at having a son finally. Her mother sobbing quietly into her handkerchief while her father openly cried during the funeral. He’d clearly been attached to his son and it was easy to tell that he’d already had high hopes for the boy. Watching him at the funeral it was clear to see he was crushed, all his plans for an heir to follow in his footsteps died with this child.

[youngyakavetta]

             Now… what can I do for you?

[missbulstrode]

Me? Oh nothing Mademoiselle. I'm just waiting for the show to start.

[missbulstrode]

     ❝I knew it—you’re delusional.❞

"Delusional? Me? ...Are you mad? You are a very odd bloke. Is this part of your act? Pretend to be mad so ladies will feel sorry for you and give you a franc or two. Pity and here I thought you might have some talent. Like that amusing juggler near the dress shop."