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indie violet baudelaire rp | semi-active | open to crossover, oc, anybody nice | under construction/new blog 

[guiltygirl]

i get so caught up in protecting the people i love that i forget to protect myself.

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okay i know i come here like once a month and apologize for being offline so im sorry! im working out a whole bunch of stuff with college and my whole life is sort of jumbled right now. ill be on as often as i can! 

[667darkavenue]

From the set of season two, here’s Lemony, Violet, and for the first time, here’s our Carmelita Spats! (via Patrick Warburton’s instagram)

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drholtzphd

“Yeah. I don’t even need to see your caretaker and I can already tell this house could use some serious refurbishing. My apartment is a mess sometimes, but it’s nothing compared to this. Plus, I don’t have kids or anything. I don’t think I could deal with that. No offense.”

Holtzmann puffed out her chest proudly at the mention of reading about her equipment. “We have a book about all of this, actually. Ghosts from Our Pasts, volume two. If you’re interested. The first volume is more theoretical, but in the second one I have my own section in it all about the cool stuff I make. It’s great.”

“Well, Violet Baudelaire. Wanna see a ghost?” Her smile was pushing maniacal. All of a sudden, before the engineer had a chance to continue, the closet door slammed shut and the lock clicked, and based on the echo, it sounded as though all of the other doors in the house had done the same. What dim lights there were in the house went out, and they were surrounded by darkness. “Well, that can’t be good.”

Violet hadn’t put much thought into ghosts before. As a woman of science, she felt she shouldn’t believe in them. But then again, Holtzmann seemed to be a woman of science as well. 

She had no time to put together an opinion before it was being made for her. Suddenly, doors were slamming and all the lights went out. In a house like Olaf’s, this wasn’t exactly unusual, but all at once it was quite odd. “What does that mean?” She asked, fear rising in her voice. She’d faced a few living foes, but had no idea how to encounter a dead one. 

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teadrinkingtroublemaker

“Of course you do.” Kit said, seriously. “You see-”

“Hold on Kit, the Baudelaires-” Jacques interrupted.

“Oh, not you too, Jacques.” Kit snapped. “I know what they wanted but I also see that it failed. Beatrice and Bertrand, may their memory be a blessing, were wrong. I told them so years ago. Not knowing has only put these children in more danger, and I for one will not perpetuate this nonsense.”

Jacques did not answer Kit, but turned to the children. “The fact is children, your parents did not want you to be part of this world. There are reasons they never told you about me, or Kit, or Monty, or anyone. They chose to keep this part of their lives secret from you. I believe you should consider this: learning these secrets would be against your parents’ wishes. The same is true for you, Quagmires. But I also believe the choice is yours. If you still want to know, Kit and I are here to answer your questions.”  

Violet knew her parents hadn’t wanted them to know any of this. There’s no way they could’ve. If they had, the Baudelaires would have met all those they are to consider family much before their parents death.

She also knew she didn’t care anymore. Her parents hadn’t intended to die either, and yet they did. It was out of their hands now, and all three Baudelaire children would feel safer knowing exactly what they had been fighting against. They were falling into a trap they knew nothing of the creation of.

All five children shared these thoughts with a few looks to each other. Nodding, they came to an agreement.  “Yes,” Isadora answered for all of them. “We want to know.”

The next issue became that they weren’t entirely sure what questions to ask

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Returns and Beginnings

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r-duchessofwinnipeg

Rania nodded and looked at Klaus and Sunny before her eyes fell on Beatrice. “They’re safe, and Quigley has been anxious to see you Violet. They’ve all been anxious for the three of you to be safe,”

“Kit didn’t make it? But her baby did?” she asked quietly after Violet’s words sunk in. She looked down and shifted her feet, willing herself to not cry. Kit’s baby was an orphan, just like the Baudelaires and Quagmires. She felt the need to protect them from further harm.

“Kit was like a sister to me, just as Dewey was my brother-in-law. I’m so sorry for everything you’ve all been through. I understand if you still don’t trust me, but if you would like, we can go back and you could all live with me?”

Only once you’ve experienced grief can you recognize its unquestionable marks over the face of another that is grieving. This is what Violet saw as she broke the news to Rania. 

This was all she needed to trust her. 

“Yes,” Violet said, turning to look at Klaus and Sunny. “We will come with you.” She knew that they may not trust Rania yet, but if Violet did then it would be enough for the two of them to come.

She looked around for anything of necessity, finding little. The wreck had left them with nearly nothing. Not that they weren’t used to that. 

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@violetsfaileddenouement 2 worlds colide

9pm

Beta is checking the systems, everything seems to be fine, the robots do their thing, no daleks or cybermen or any other dark beings, all time glitches and edges, the districts in the shadow world are doing great well except district 8 but thats a shithole anyway.

10pm, 

She felt something odd, like her universe well pocket one is somewhere else, even the crew is confused, no stars but normal houses and streets its like the earth is fused with her pocket world, this isn’t good, half of the solar system is in it, luckely not this star. 

10:30 pm

She took a good look outside here sci fi looking house, standing next to a mmm bad looking house, wow seems that someone needs to repair the house, looks like a shadow house, you have to shadow beings living in houses like that try to live with the “others” try to “fit in”

10:35: Someones knocking at the door, also her lovely sci fi citty is strangely fused with a human neighborhood, she opend the door, luckely satelite was in the room next door. “Might be a curious human,” she thought, you have 2 types, the ones who notice somethings odd but doesn’t do a thing and the curious ones, who think, whats happening.

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Prior to the misfortune her life had quickly become, Violet prided herself on being a kind soul. She loved to be a good friend, to make new friends, and to see others smile. Yeah, I know. She was one of those kids. Annoying. 

So when Violet Baudelaire found herself in the same spot for a considerable amount of time, she wanted to try and make friends. Or, at the very least, be a good neighbor. 

Violet, unfortunately did not get the time to reach out to her neighbors. At 10:30 p.m., Violet carried Sunny, side by side with Klaus, to their neighbors in attempt to get some sort of help. Fear had accosted the Baudelaires quite feverishly, and they didn’t know how long they’d have to reach out for help before it was too late.

The trio moved from house to house, dirty and cold, and tried not to mind when the lit windows of these family homes dimmed once their knuckles hit the door. The three moved on, still, until 10:35, when their knock did receive an answer.

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 vfdlibrarian

   He nodded. “Well!” he said, trying to put on a show of at least some semblance of cheerfulness - this need not be a sad occasion, after all - “This is the hotel where you’ll be staying. As you can see, it’s quite large and set up according to the Dewey Decimal System, so despite its size everything is fairly easy to locate. At least, it ought to be,” he smiled apologetically. “It can be a tad confusing. But, I’m sure you’ve spent enough time in libraries to have the basics of the cataloging system down? If you haven’t I’d be glad to explain it a little.”

Violet and Klaus smiled to each other, well acquainted with the system. Their home library was organized similarly, as well as numerous other libraries the trio had visited pre-disaster. They nodded eagerly to Dewey.

Violet was unsure how to converse with Dewey, but she wanted to. She couldn’t quite glean what sort of person Dewey was from the surroundings, as a hotel doesn’t usually reflect the owners as much as a home does. 

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i know im really slow going but theres a bunch of new people on here sooo

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[bookmania]

I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via bookmania)

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notlemonysnicket

  Lemony followed the vague gesture where it indicated, further than it had cared to travel itself, to the distant house and its precarious position overlooking Lake Lachrymose. He recognized it as that of his former associate Josephine, and wondered more vaguely than Violet had gestured how the lonesome dowager had come to take the children in and how well she was doing actually caring for them given how much he’d understood her to have changed since their younger days.

  He paid this little attention, however. All he could bring himself to care about right now was the fact that he had found Violet.

  “Ah, I see,” he replied, almost casually. The truth was, his heart was pounding so hard he felt as though it were trying to hammer its way out of his chest. It took everything he had in him just to keep from blurting out everything he had ever wanted to tell Violet and had never gotten the chance to and thought she ought to know right now. He supposed he must have gotten too strong a start. Let’s try starting at the beginning, he told himself. This is really your first meeting, so treat it accordingly.

  “Yes, I used to know your Aunt,” was where he chose to start this time, not addressing the question in Violet’s partial interruption. “She was once a very proud woman. But of your siblings, how are they? Are the three of you well cared for?”

  Not a perfect second try. But better.

Violet saw a lot of the same features in the people who came to say they knew their parents. They were all scared. They were all stronger than they seemed to be, all ready to leave within a second’s time. Lemony was no exception to this. She watched him follow her gesture to Aunt Josephine’s house, wondering what thoughts quickly flashed through his head. Did he know what she was like? The fears that took over every second of her day? Did he think she was someone who could protect the children? Violet hoped she was.

Everyone “used to know” each other. Why did none of them know each other anymore? 

Rather than ask anything she’d like to be answered, she pondered an answer to the question Lemony had posed. She’d already seen him dodge her questions, so she wasn’t sure asking any more would be worthwhile. “We’re okay,” Violet said, unwilling to share very much information. “We’re cared for.” And they were. It just so happened that the adults were not usually the ones doing the caring. She wondered whether the man knew Count Olaf, and if he knew that he was nearby, trying to be the object of Josephine’s affections. Who’s to say he doesn’t know? Or, if he doesn’t, would he believe her in saying so?

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one time i saw a post saying that snape did a better job with harry than lemony snicket did with the baudelaires and ive never been so horrified

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[prcgnantdistrcught]

“my lovely violet!” kit says, heading over to see the girl, almost a woman sitting. 

kit had very little interaction with the oldest baudelaire child, even though she had been great friends with her mother, and had been there when violet was a baby. it was their renewed connection in this time though that brought her a great deal of joy. even if it was a bare flicker of joy in a quite dark world, and even if their communication was limited to little meetings such as this one. and so this was why she headed over to see violet, all alone on this occasion. 

“where are you siblings?” she asked, sitting next to violet.

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Violet let Kit sit with her, enjoying the company. She knew Kit had been a close friend to her mother, and in the company of those her parents loved, Violet always felt a bit more connected to them. She was beginning to understand just why her parents had hid these people from their children, and now just felt pleased that there are people in this world that knew her parents well, and that she can now know them like that. Her siblings were at home, or about as much of a home as you can call a place you’ll likely have had to flee within the month. Violet had gone out to separate herself, hoping a sense of calm would find her if she sat quietly for long enough. She didn’t explain this to Kit, however, opting to reply with a small, “Around.”

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teadrinkingtroublemaker

Kit tightened her grip on the rungs as the ladder began to shake. Clever children. She kept climbing, rushing to reach the top, hoping the swaying would not dislodge her. But- though she would never admit this to the children- Kit accepted the possibility of falling. If it kept Olaf from reaching his victims, it would be worth it. As a volunteer, she never planned to make it to retirement or old age- none of her colleagues had.

Kit eventually heaved herself over the top and into the basket. She did not hesitate to get up and start pulling up the extra ladders. They could leave no way for Olaf to reach them.

When the group began their escape, leaving Olaf no options, the children finally felt safe.They embraced tightly, feeling comfort in the fact that the Baudelaire and Quagmire orphans were united once again. Hopefully, for good. After a few minutes of catching breath and taking in the situation, Violet and her siblings moved to be in front of Kit and Jacques. 

“We want answers,” Violet said. “You said once we were out you’d explain.” She knew it was a bit soon, that the group had gotten only a short amount of time to come down from the adrenaline pushing them forward, but she had learned from her past mistakes and wanted to fully understand what was going on while she had the ability to hear it. Anything could happen.

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