death is monotonous

I'm Violet. I took a shitload of pills that ended up killing me. Now I'm stuck with my psychopath ex and ghosts bent on fucking eternity away. Life was shit and death is shit. Just a normal teenage girl damned to live in a fucking possessed house. ...Pleasure meeting you... Not. **gifs not mine**

[actuallysurvivedtartarus]

Nico wondered why he even spoke to the dead girl sometimes. He had convinced himself to stay in that stupid house and talk to those stupid ghosts all day long- for what? He was pretty sure no one cared about him. And it was pretty pathetic, having only the dead for company. Besides, he didn’t even like Violet. Why was he ranting to her, anyway? She didn’t care. He heaved a sigh “Vi, could you even pretend to care for once?”

[violet-the-vicious]

{  ∗ —- - }    ;There were times, much like these, that the little flower pondered why everyone in the home seemed to find their way to her with their little issues. Perhaps she was being tortured?                                               Sounds legit.             A single brow quirked in response to the latter's words, halfhearted listening to what he was saying, before offering a shrug of her shoulder. "I could, if I wanted to, but I don't live to please you."

[violet-the-vicious]

{  ∗ —- - }    ;Blink, blink. The little flower was just not in a good mood today.              "Quite frankly; I don't feel like dealing with your whiny bullshit."

[violet-the-vicious]

{  ∗ —- - }    ;Pale fingers brush the cold iron of the gates permitting her exit …              { c o l d . much like her soul. } Honeyed hues glared in envy at the surrounding homes scattered along the seemingly endless road, honestly jealous. —-She told herself she wasn’t, but she was.                     { All she had wanted was to die … .              ——; she had achieved her goal and yet here she was dreading it … }       Someone caught her gaze and she attempted a somewhat soft look, “Got a cig?” inquired the little flower, brow quirked and arms crossing across her lithe chest.

[movedto-brryallens]

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire — Robert Herrick

[violet-the-vicious]

{  ∗ —- - }    ;"Screw Christmas." 

[violet-the-vicious]

{  ∗ —- - }    ;Spirals, mused the little flower, the ceiling had intricate spirals. Hues stared at the ceiling, allowing the music to viciously assault her ears, in a poor excuse of entertainment. The little flower shifted within the leather chair, hearing it squeak beneath her, and uttered a soft groan. There was literally nothing to do within the old home, so she had ventured within her father’s office to aimlessly snoop about. As if she would actually discover something she hadn’t seen at least once before.             She reluctantly straightened from her relaxed position to stroll towards the bookcase, allowing the tips of her fingers to glide along the smooth spines of the novels. Her gaze traveled along the titles of the numerous books — most of which she had read — before finally plucking away a rather interesting novel. ” ‘How to Spot a Psychopath ’ ” she scoffed to herself, shaking her head; where had this been when she needed it? “I think it’s way too late for that.”

[violet-the-vicious]

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[violet-the-vicious]

{  ∗ —- - }    ;A tiny hint of a smirk twitched at the corner of the flower's petaled lips as she surveyed the gun within her pale clutches, "So who's up for a little Russian Roulette?"

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[violet-the-vicious]

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[wild-free-spiritt-deactivated20]

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[lebenveraendert]

[violet-the-vicious]

{  ∗ —- - }    ;So, the internet is working and school has started back. *insert epic drum-roll* I've decided not to delete my account, but I'm debating whether or not to reply to my old drafts. Chance are, I probably will. dsglkhdgdj. It feels nice to be back ! I miss all my bbys <3 

[violet-the-vicious]

///\\\ ----; First off: I'm n o t dead ! I still haven't got proper internet, so that means I'm still bumming the wifi from somewhere. Lol~ I promise I'll get to all my replies, but I can't guarantee it'll be within the next day or so since this wifi is crappy.. I'll try, though ! Sorry, ya'll !  ~ Violet-Mun;* xx

[missmoiraohara-archive-blog]

+violetthevicious || Moira and Violet [AU]

[missmoiraohara-archive-blog]

She let out a humored chuckle at the accusation, “Not a dealer, just a consumer." She nodded her head for the girl to come closer. “It’s the only thing that helps, god dammit." She mumbled to herself, tipping more of the powder over onto the compact with precision. The redhead was surprised by the girl’s dangerously careless demeanor— in fact, it made her immediately like her. Had Moira been one of those superficial people she called her friends, she might have treated the petite blonde differently. Hell, she might have never even bought coke, to begin with. The thought disturbed her, that she once was the type of girl that judged based on appearance. She took this as a lesson learned, although she was a walking contradiction, dressed in pretty pastel blues and trying to disguise her ascending morbidity. She turned to the girl, hand extending the dollar bill to her. “I’m Moira." She smiled her sweetest smile; very genuine actually. Her intuition told her that this girl could somehow be trusted with the real Moira..but she would definitely have to feel it out first. Doing drugs with people often leads to a level of connection that can be very exposing, and she’d have to play it by ear to see what this girl was about.

[violet-the-vicious]

{  ∗ —- - }    ;A considerate hum spewed from her petaled lips as she allowed the claim to simmer within her mind. Brows furrowed and orbs narrowed suspiciously as the little flower stepped closer towards the fiery female, hesitant and somewhat intrigued. "I hear coke-dealers make a shitload of money," stated the teenager in an accusing tone as she stared at the latter once more, somewhat of a teasing smirk quivering at her lips. "That would explain that bourgeoisie designer bullshit you're wearing." Why did people insist on wearing such horrendous looking clothing anyhow? Vivacious pastels and overusing makeup in a desperate attempt to enhance their looks. It was absolutely pathetic and she detested it.             Honey hues glanced at the dollar presented to her before hesitantly taking it. "Right. The name's Violet." Of course she already knew the latter's name; she was sure that everyone in the school knew who she was, especially since she was vastly known for her looks. She was pretty, yes, but she had always pegged her as one of the stuck-up, popular bitches that lurked about. Obviously she was cut from a different cloth.

[damienandpeter-blog]

"Not always," he said, with too much of a questioning tone for it to be a statement. Still, an answer was an answer, whether or not it had strength behind it. He did speak his mind often, was that the same as always? No, he didn’t think so, and he thought about a lot of things. “More than I should, huh?"

[violet-the-vicious]

            Amusement glimmered within her hues at the latter's contradicting tone. What was there to be timid about anyhow? If he desired the company of himself to speak with, then so be it. That just meant that he obviously had no one worthy of chatting with about his personal issues or he literally had no one. Perhaps he was a loner..? "Bullshit," uttered the bold little flower, rosy lips pursing into a firm line. Was it honestly that difficult to acquire a journal and a pen to jot down his inner inhibitions? "Honestly? I don't really care. Instead of complaining, why don't you just deal with your bullshit issues?" Slender arms crossed over her chest, hip jutting out, as she scowled at the young man before her.