#violet roleplays

[sweet-like-the-ocean]

W-What? |Open AU RP|

“Hey, um, [...]? C-Can you come over?” Violet had called the first person she thought of. She was scared. She hoped it wasn’t true. She was panicking.

((AU!!! I REPEAT!!! AU!!! VI IS 25! Thank you for reading my PSA))

Tagging but open to all: @five-hargreeves-official @scott-hargreeves-official @toni-hargreeves-official @hope-katz-official @ anyone else who want to join

[psychomxncy]

tall weirdo solidarity

@cursedcreation

Darkness reigned today, it was storming outside and the spookette was in heaven. People skittered their way in shops and kept huddled in the warmer areas, which to violet was fine. She liked the cool and didn't mind the more secluded areas of the library. Unfortunately for the near seven foot tall woman her larger body and bust made squirming her way into the better more cozy reading spots hard. So her solution was to climb up on top of the shelves and skittering across them to reach the better spots. 

Normally this worked and she usually got away scott free but not today. The Goth was frozen mid skitter staring at a man who was around a foot taller than she was. She didn't know what to do or say and her brain went into idiot mode so she just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“My tits are too big for me to squeeze through the smaller spots and so i had to get creative.” she blinked and her cheeks went red she wasn't sure what in the hell to do now. Violet was a tall woman of six foot seven inches, pale flesh, and forest green eyes.

[sweet-like-the-ocean]

The Party... Closed RP

((Okay this is only closed unless you get tagged, and you might get tagged later))

‘Hey, Rose. Come to my room. I want to ask you something.’

@rose-hargreeves-official

[psychomxncy]

@hizashismiles

Firstly, shes impressed he was able to hide a marker in there and NOT fuck up his doo.

Secondly shes staring like an idiot and quickly turns her eyes down to her heel clad feet.

“Oh! Uh, t-t-to Violet.” Her hearts pounding and shes about ready to do those terrifying nervous creepy giggles she gets when shes wel...nervous! But she stops herself so she doesnt seem any more like a weirdo than she already probably does!

“P-please and th-thank you sir.”

[psychomxncy]

💞-Thaneirstaer "Gotta admit, ya, she's very cute"

Violet sat at the end of the bar, tankerd in her hand, or rather it was her fifth tankerd. She was sipping this one much more slowly than shed downed the first four. A plate of saucy meaty goodness drizzled over mashed potatoes in front of her. Shed devoured half of it and was starting in on the second half, throwing in dashes of salt and pepper with some crunchy wontons for texture.

People were whispering around her, eyeing her up, pointing. Well she couldnt blame them. She was a tall human woman, a mage, and had just personally destroyed an ogre horde on steroids. But the most impressive part was that she wasnt even dirty and didnt look tired. Though the mass amount of food and drink didnt help.

She listened to the whispers and made note of the pointing but tried to ignore it. That is until someone called her cute. She chked on her drink and her cheeks went red. Quickly hiding her face in a napkin and turning away to eat so she coukd try and pretend she didnt hear anything.

A large long haired purple cat hopped onto ger shouldres and rubbed its face against her horned headband. Glaring at the patrons who spoke ill of his little sister.

[psychomxncy]

Beetlewhat?

@the-whxle-being-dead-thing

“Do you think im stupid? There is no way in hell im speaking your name. What are you doing in my home? You mess with my family and ill banish your ass so fast your head’ll spin!” She glares at the “demon.” Watching him as he floats about her room.

Violet had been in the middle of changing when he appeared. So she stood there, in nothing but a crop top and pair of panties, pants clutched to her chest protectively.

[psychomxncy]

Witches brew and vampire stew

A violet x Bill roleplay

@blooddrinkingbartender

The night was dark, fat, tired, storm clouds filled the sky, their bellies heavy with rain and rumbling with thunder. The wind howled like a thounsand angry demons theough the streets on the upperclass part of town. Normally, a night like tonight would have been a peaceful blessing for the tall, young gothic witch. But normally she would have been home wrapped in a cozy blanket, sitting safe and warm in her living room with a mug of hot coco. But not tonight.

Tonight she had been (begrudgingly) convinced by a client to go out, to attend his Soirée. With it now over the young woman dressed in far too little to be safe and warm on her journey home, had to seek shelter from the rapidly approaching storm. Violet gave an exhasperated groan and quickly stalked through back alleys and side streets looking for somewhere that seemed peaceful.

She was about to give up hope as thunder roared overhead and lightning filled the sky with momentary flashes of brilliant light and crawl into the next open place she could find, when a bar caught her eye. It looked....warm. Beautifully decorated woods, reds, velvets, and the smell of something hot and savory made her stomach growl. Something about the place urged her to seek refuge within.

So she did. Making quock work of the wide street, long legs in high silver heels clicked delicately across the pavement, and just as the young woman entered the rain came down in sheets. The storm just missing her. She shuddered and wandered in, pulling the sheer black velvet shawl around herself a bit tighter as she stepped into the warmth of the bar.

People turned to look at her, a few gave approving nods of whistles and her face lit up. She scowled and made her way as quickly and quietly as she could to a sollitary and currently unoccupied stool near the end of the bar. At the curve where only one person could sit. She staked her claim on the seat and sighed, leaning on her forearms. Then...she saw something that made her do a triple take.

A vampire. A vampire in broad daylight er nightlight er...barlight? Whatever, he was standing behind the bar serving drinks. Did...was anyone aware of him? She scabned the area and it didnt seem like they were wise to the night stalker. He must have been hiding himself. But...well then, it must not work on her. She saw things others didnt, but never in a million years would she have thought that a glamour wouldnt have worked on her. She supposed there were still things about herself she’d yet to learn. Magic was funny like that, never becoming fully realized to one, ever. Well, this was certianly an oppertunity for the ages. Maybe shed get a chance to pick his brain......

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@scarredtactician

Who was this! Who was this man wandering the darkened battlefield with her? Clad in red and dressed like a soldier. Ah right, the red soldier.

She herself dressed all in black, a plauge mask hiding her face. She watched him meander through the field a bit before continuing on with her job. Hoisting corpses into her cart that was pulled along by her horse/dog mechanical quadruped with paw hands. She ignored him, so long as he didn’t interfere with her job she didnt care what he did.

She tossed some stones at a few demobombs that had yet to go off, then traversed the newly exploded area and picked up what she knew to be a medics arm. She tossed it behind her and it anded in the body pile with a dull thup. Then a scout head. Lots of parts tonight. Must have had a demo knight on the field.

She sighs behind her mask and slips headphones on under her hood, humming along to the tune of abbas dancing queen as she cleaned part after part after body off the field. Soon having to go and dump her load on the conveyer to send it into the incinerator so she could continue on until completion.