#lightning princess

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I'm love them.

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Some Violet sketches for the Wizarding AU. Might color some of them later.

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I wanted to post this here cause this video just evokes all my soft feelings for them.

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Writing for Un-roleplayed plot arcs:

Violet took a shuddering breath, looking across the lab at Billy.  He was holding a vial filled with sand.  It was... it was more dream sand than nightmare sand; a sickly sort of silvery gold that was paler than true dream sand.

"Listen," He said, pushing up his goggles and regarding her.  "You don't have to try this, we can run more tests."

Her jaw tightened, tired eyes shutting for a moment.  "I can't sleep, I can't dream, Billy... I can't do this much longer.  I have to try this."  She curled her fingers around the dark gauntlet on her wrist, nails dragging viciously across the protective surface.

She caught a flicker of concern in his blue eyes.  "Alright, but if it hurts, you have to tell me alright?"  He leveled a serious gaze on her.  "I mean it Violet.  I'm not going to help you punish yourself."

Her hair swayed slightly from the coiling emotions inside her, and she locked it down, waiting until it laid flat and straight again before nodding.  "I understand Billy."

"Good."  He regarded the vial for a moment, before making his way across the lab and gently grabbing her hand, turning it palm up.

She resisted the urge to pull away, feeling her pulse spike as she watched him tilt the vial.  A small amount of the sand shook out into her outstretched hand.  No pain came, no burn marring the pale skin.

Still, she hardly dared breath, rubbing the coarse grains between her fingers.  A feeling, a sense of contentment, she hadn't felt in.... months washed over her.  Tears pricked at her eyes, relief washing over her as she looked up at the scientist.

At the concern in his eyes, she smiled shakily, assuring him,  "It doesn't hurt, Billy, I... I actually feel, okay for once..."

"I'm glad," his expression softened, before he started drawing the vial back.  "We should really do a bit more analysis before we do more exposure though."  

Violet grabbed his retreating wrist, an imploring look in her eyes.  "Please...  I'm tired, Billy."

He swallowed, glancing between her and the vial, before gently removing her hand from his wrist.  She felt anxious electricity flicker around her form, unsure what he was thinking, before he said in a low voice.  "Okay."

He shook most of the contents of the vial out into his gloved palm.  "Close your eyes."  She did as she was told, feeling the weight of exhaustion.  "And sleep."  He blew the substance off of his palm and into her face, and she felt the world melt away.

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Soooo, some modern day Zack & Violet on Sims? toned down Zack’s wild hair

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I wrote this back in 2017 for a vague modern-verse thing?  Never really posted it anywhere but, been missing these two highkey lately so I thought hey, why not.

The click of the door broke the silence of the tiny apartment, Violet's gaze flicking up to meet the bright blue eyes of her best friend. 

“Vi?”  He questioned softly as he stepped over the threshold, taking in how she'd curled in on herself.  Her treasured stuffed rabbit was held close to her chest, chin resting on her knees.  The red rimming her eyes made it clear she'd been crying.  

Absently, she noted his hair was in it's usual state of disarray, though she couldn't bring herself to be amused by it right now.  She didn't speak for a moment, simply dropping her gaze once more to stare at an indeterminate spot on the wall.  

“I- I can't keep going like this,” she whispered, a tremor in her voice.  Just admitting it felt wrong somehow.  She had to remind herself that Zack wouldn't feel like she was inconveniencing him.  

With a tired sigh, Zack quietly shut the door behind him before striding over to settle onto the couch next to her.  

“I know, we'll figure something out princess,” he reassured, gently wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back to rest against his chest.  She turned to lean into him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and taking a few steadying breaths before speaking again.  

“I thought... that if I just got away from home, if I could just get away from my mother that things would start getting better. That I wouldn't be afraid to do what I want.”  Her hand curled in his sweater, and he gently squeezed where he was gripping her waist in response.  “But I don't even know what I want, and even with the money I tried to save up, I can't afford this place for much longer if something doesn't change.”

Zack absently carded his fingers through her hair, something he knew relaxed his friend, as he pondered the situation.  He could feel the slight tremors of the girl in his arms.  

Logically he knew that there were places that could help her get her footing, even hopefully help her overcome some of the negative effects of the parenting she'd had, given time.  But whether she'd listen, well he wasn't sure.

“Things are going to work out.”  He soothed.  “Listen, I know you don't want to consider it, but-”  He glanced down at Violet, trying to catch her gaze. “I really think it would help for you to consider the centers that exist.”  Her head jerked around, wide gray eyes locking with his own earnest blue gaze.  “I'm not- I don't need-”

“Vi, I'm not suggesting it to call you out or anything.  Trust me, they do good work at places like this.  I really think it'll help you.” Violet worried at her lip, but from her silence he could tell she was at least thinking about it.  

“I'll... I'll look into it if you help me with it,”  She eventually conceded.  Zack smiled softly. 

 “That's my girl,” he praised, earning a weak smile.  Taking it as an indication to switch over from the serious topics, his smile gained a more mischievous edge.  “And I know just what will cheer my girl up!” He said brightly, easily scooping Violet up as he stood, gently placing her on her feet and drawing back a bit to offer a hand.  

In spite of the situation, Violet found her smile widening. “My Lady, may I have this dance?”  She rolled her eyes in fond exasperation.

“Why, it'd be an honor,” she replied, the two of them coming together in a well practiced way to move smoothly through the small open space.