Violet Baudelaire

The Eldest Daughter, The Protector, The Inventor

[the-eldest-daughter1]

The World Is Quiet Here

Welcome! I'm Violet Baudelaire, nice to meet you.

(I am fictionkin, not a role player. Do not treat me as such :))

She/Her for the purposes of this account, but I'm okay with He/Him as well!

I am a minor! Please be respectful!

PLEASE be 14-15 to interact with this blog. I know my source is meant for children, but not all of my mems/things I discuss here are meant for younger audiences.

I'll update this with more info later!

Anyways, Violet out :)

[the-eldest-daughter1]

Hello! I’m 13, but I’m mature for my age, and am familiar with mature topics. Is it alright if I interact?

I think I know you already! (Forgive me if I'm mixing you up with someone else) but if you are who I think you are, yep! That's fine!

[graviitydraws]

<3

[the-eldest-daughter1]

Aidjsiaiaj /pos

[the-eldest-daughter1]

"And the shrapnel digs in- my mind has not been silent since you"

Okay, Paris Paloma, way to read me like a book.

[the-eldest-daughter1]

I miss Klaus and Sunny, more than I could properly put into words, but I, with slight guilt in my chest, am glad I don't have to protect them any more. I did it readily, of course- I would never have allowed harm to come to them, if there was any way for me to stop it. But being the protector, the defender, was not an easy job. It was scary and heavy on my shoulders, but I do not regret it.

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TW! Vent-ish, implied SA, spiraling thoughts

I try to convince myself it will never happen again, but every time I reassure this flighty mind of mine, the other voice tells me I'm wrong. That if I turn my back for a second too long, if my step falters for even a moment, I'll be back in the pits struggling to break free from yet another man with filth in his heart. It's a cycle I've never been able to break, isn't it?

[the-eldest-daughter1]

The crowd at the theater for 'The Marvelous Marriage' (ew that name makes me ill) is a wonderful allegory for the silence of authority figures when children are in danger, simply because the prospect of this sort of abuse makes them uncomfortable to even consider. Even when there is visible discomfort and pain on your face, if what you're suggesting induces any sort of uncomfortablity or guilt, authority will look the other way.

[the-eldest-daughter1]

Me when I actually own an antique sugar bowl

(I must check all visitors in my house for eye tattoos)

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TW!!!! CHILD ABUSE

One thing I love about my source is how it handles abuse, and how adults don't always beleive a victim- and when they do, they don't act in time. That not only hits home as a fictionkin of this source, but as someone who didn't tell about her own abuse for nearly eight years.

I am safe now, but would I have been safe sooner if I felt like I would be beleived? Would I still have this rooted pain buried in the back of my skull, a reminder of all the times I didn't tell? Would I have this creeping sense of guilt that the perpetrator was not caught, and may have hurt other children after me?

Would I still blame myself?

[the-eldest-daughter1]

'The Eldest Daughter' thing was literally meant for me (hence my blog name).

Doesn't help that I am the Eldest Daughter currently as well.

I guess it's just another chapter in a long and arduous tale, of which I am unable to tell in full.