#violet starter

[intoxfolklorex]

Open to males 30+ (historical verse. please read my rules and her bio before replying. please don’t like my starters. imagine like they annoy each other but have always playfully flirted and now oh shit i’ve bluffed my way into us being engaged.)

Violet had always been the most social of the Princesses and sometimes that meant smiling and trying not to hurt someone’s feelings. Such as this moment, at the ball where she was trying so desperately to get away from a suitor without upsetting him. The gentle princess smiled as she looked around though it took a moment before she registered what the man was asking. “Oh, Lord Pembrooke… I am flattered. Truly. However I cannot accept your proposal. I um– I’m already betrothed.” It wasn’t true at all, Violet saying the first thing that popped into her head. But then the man asked to who and she stammered, before feeling an arm around her waist and a familiar voice saying that they were her fiancé. Looking over she tried not to double take, instead smiling and agreeing. “Yes. We are engaged. This ball is actually to announce the happy news.” The woman chuckled before taking the other man’s arm and dragging him away, out of earshot. “What the hell were you just thinking?”

[xwildheart]

open: m/f/nb- muse: violet rogers- photographer- bisexual

"You slept with her, didn't you?"

[bcckmarkedarchive]

open to m/f/nb based on this plot

Violet had been having a bad day. No, that was a little bit of an understatement, she had been having a bad week, a bad month, a bad fucking school year. And it wasn’t even half way through the second damn semester yet. She always thought she had pretty good head on her shoulders. She never drank, she never smoked, and yeah sometimes she skipped school to go and hang out with the so-called Bad Kids in the old rundown library across town but it wasn’t like there was much else to do in this tiny town. Than she had let Robbie Smith fuck her and some jealous ex of his started the rumor that she was pregnant. Next thing she knew all of her so called “friends” had abandoned her, only talking to her to make thinly veiled innuendos about how much time she must have spent on her knees. Than today, someone had stolen her library book and when she finally found it, SLUT had been written across it in big red marker. So seeing some person (no matter how cute they were, because she had learned her lesson about judging people based on looks) leaning against her locker like they owned it made her snap. “Excuse me but that’s my fucking locker.”

[intoxfolklorex]

open to males 25+ (please read my rules and her bio before replying. please do not like my starters. historical verse.)

It was very rare that Violet got time to herself anymore. The moment this war had commenced she had known the world was changing but then had come the whispers of her sister's death and she had been crowned the Queen by her people, the people who now followed her into battle every day. Which was why she didn't hide behind the walls, if she was going to fight as their Queen, she was going to do it alongside everyone.

Being alone gave her some time to think and the best way she had found to clear her head had always been to shoot a few arrows, leaning into it when she felt the hands on her waist, playfully lifting her arm. A familiar touch, the only person who would dare touch her in general, and a touch she would always lean into. "Ser, I am married," She teased, knowing that calling him Ser would stir him up. After all as her husband he was the King regent. "And your Queen."

[intoxfolklorex]

Open to males 25+ (historical verse. please read my rules and her bio before replying. please don’t like my starters.)

Usually when a letter arrived it was a joyous day. The letters came filled with stories from her sisters, people she was missing more than anything. That was the downside to Violet being the first to marry and move away, the middle princess always felt like she was missing out. She had chosen to read the letter when she had a moment alone, feeding her daughter, though as she read Maisie's words her face fell and Violet was quick to find her husband. “We have a problem.” The words tumbled out as soon as she found him, clear that she was holding in her tears. Thrusting the letter to him Violet didn’t give the man time to read it before she spoke again. “My father is dead. Two of my sisters are missing. It could be a matter of days before we are targeted.” Violet took a breath, looking down at the infant in her arms, "Posey will never meet her grandfather."

[intoxfolklorex]

open to males 25+ (please read my rules and her bio before replying. please do not like my starters. historical AU.)

The last few months had been a lot. Her father was dead, her sister missing, her home destroyed, and her cousin on the throne. She'd barely had time to grieve, honestly just thankful she and her husband had gotten out. They were staying at a property loyal to her husband-- at least that was what Violet had thought. They had been allowed here as the Duke and Duchess but the night before had proven that it was something else. People calling her their Queen and as much as it hurt Violet had realised at some point that they were right. She had wanted so badly to prove that Isabelle was alive and that she wasn't the Queen but the raven that had come that morning has said the opposite. Had said that her sister had been killed in a siege and if it hadn't come from one of her spies, Violet wouldn't have believed it.

It was all so much and she gave herself a moment to properly think about it, feeling some tears fall as she held the letter close. She had read over the words several times, knowing exactly what they meant. Her people were right and she was the rightful Queen. The woman had been alone at first and so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the doors to their chambers open until she heard her husband say her name and she wiped her eyes quickly. "Sorry. Just-- lost in my head." Violet sighed, looking over him. "I don't want to believe it." She gestured to the letter, trying not to cry again. He was the only person she could say this to. "Are you ready to be a king consort? I barely felt ready to be a duchess."

[intoxfolklorex]

Open to males 25+ (historical verse. please read my rules and her bio before replying. please don’t like my starters.)

Usually when a letter arrived it was a joyous day. The letters came filled with stories from her sisters, people she was missing more than anything. That was the downside to Violet being the first to marry and move away, the middle princess always felt like she was missing out. Though now reading Maisie's words her face fell and Violet was quick to find her husband. "We have a problem." The words tumbled out as soon as she found him, clear that she was holding in her tears. Thrusting the letter to him Violet didn't give the man time to read it before she spoke again. "My father is dead. Two of my sisters are missing. It could be a matter of days before we are targeted."

[mcturethemes]

she had just inhaled   b o n g   w a t e r   and she was coughing up a fit. violet spit the water out of her mouth and set the tiny glass juice box on the table beside her.       "   ugh !!  " slender fingers wiped away the few drops that remained on her lips and she coughed again, the last bit of smoke from inhaling too hard leaving her lungs. her back was to the door and she had no idea that someone had just witnissed her party foul. if she had she'd probably still be too stoned to care.