i am a victim of introspection

This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible

[felixchens-blog]

“Yeah? Sounds like London.” Felix was a city boy at heart, he couldn’t resist the sound of traffic and having to dodge around slow-walkers (as much as he hated them). Metro City was nearly as good. He liked the high-rise buildings. 

Her response made him laugh, and whether it had been intended as a joke or not, he decided he liked her. “I wish. Come on, I’ll show you around a bit. What floor’s your room on?” Felix downed the last of his orange juice and went to wash out the glass. 

The other Felix went to open the door, and he gestured out of the kitchen. “After you,” he said, and let himself through. He smiled at Violet. 

[violetvenus-blog1]

Violet picked up her tea and carefully followed. She really hoped she didn’t mind her being slow just so she could finish it. One the one hand, he seemed like the kind of guy who wanted to get everywhere as quickly as he could, for fear of missing anything, but she also felt he’d understand. Besides, she’d have finished it soon enough.

“Oh um, I was’t actually paying attention to the floor numbers, it’s one floor above this one.” she replied, as she walked through the door after him.

[eagleevan-blog]

Evan normally wouldn’t have asked for help like this, but he really did like coffee, he just sucked at making it. 

“Yeah, okay.”

He went on to show her, in the process wondering if maybe he’d just gotten the wrong kind, which was why it tasted bad.

“Go ahead,” he nodded, giving up the cup. “Um, you don’t think… Maybe I just got a bad kind?”

[violetvenus-blog1]

Violet watched silently and inquisitively as she watched him make coffee, and took the cup from his hands and raised it to her nose, gently sniffing. He nose scrunched up and said

“Yeah, your method is fine, maybe try brown sugar? Or non-dairy milk. I have some in my room if you ever want to borrow some. But apart from that I think it might be the coffee itself.” She gave him the cup back.

“I could make you some more if you want, see what you think. If you like it, I could teach you? No pressure.”

She hoped she wasn’t being too imposing. She knew that he knew that if she really wanted him to, he just would, which made the last two words of the sentence all the more important. 

[moonandtldes-blog]

Sean returned the smile before picking up his glass of water again to finish its content. “Siren? Cool,” he grinned as he put the item back in the sink, recalling hearing about the Super not too long ago. “So you get to control slash manipulate people with your voice, right?” He spoke with an enthusiastic tone, obviously far from apprehensive about the possibility that she could use her power on him. “Do you get to imitate random voices too? Are you super good at impressions and stuff?” 

[violetvenus-blog1]

Unknowingly to Sean, the word manipulate cut Violet deep. It always has. He didn’t say it in anything other than curiosity and excitement, and she understood that.

“Um, not manipulate.. I mean, I guess it is. I just prefer persuade.”

As much as she appreciated the obvious enthusiasm, in all honesty, she would have preferred to have this conversation about her powers in a much calmer, more controlled environment, and this time, the humour didnt miss this time, she smiled at the comment.

“No, accents I’m good at, impressions, not so much. Sean.. Tidal Wave, right?”

She smiled, glad to have a change of topic read to go, and if first impressions were anything to go off, she thought he was going to live up to his super name.

[chaosophia218]

Willis I. Milham - How to Identify the Stars, 1919.

[violetvenus-blog1]

Violet doesn’t have very much to any extended family. Her mother has a sister, who lives in San Fransisco, but that is it. It’s always just been her and her two parents.

Violet Venus, Headcanon

[snailgore-deactivated20191021]

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[hereicomee]

[teenager-stuff]

[eagleevan-blog]

“Do you have any idea how to make actual decent coffee? Because I uh, can’t seem to figure it out. This tastes terrible.”

[violetvenus-blog1]

Violet was never usually one to be the one to respond to a conversation starter, but if there was anyone in metro city that knew coffee, it was her.

“How.. um... Show me how you’re doing it at the moment?”

She stood up and slowly walked over to him. She started to reach for the mug of coffee in his hands. “May I?”

[chaosophia218]

The Crystal Palace. The Crystal Palace Within refers to the Pineal Gland because part of its structure is Crystalline in nature. These small calcite crystals have piezoelectric properties that can respond to the higher realms of Light. By activating these crystalline potentials within your Pineal Gland you open a portal to your Higher Mind, which can bring to you, and humanity, an influx of creativity, insight and solutions to personal and collective problems. Diagram above shows the inner brain with its Pineal and Pituitary Ports to the 4D/5D Crystal Palace of Light, and the dimensional transfer downwards produced an inversion of “Inwards/Outwards”. The true Creation is Within, where all the cosmological bodies and beings are- The central notion is to learn and master how to “Align” more from the Outside-In than from the Inside-Out, a Psionic and Synergic process called “Fractal Centering”. Taoists call the center of the brain between the Pineal and the Pituitary “the Crystal Palace.” It’s said that when the Pineal Gland is activated it becomes illuminated like a ‘thousand suns’. The sense of white Light flowing within and without may be when the Pineal Gland is highly activated producing DMT-type chemistry during the height of the peak. Some believe that every human being’s Pineal Gland can be activated to Spiritual World frequencies and enables you to have the sense of all knowing, godlike euphoria and oneness all around you. In this belief, a Pineal Gland once tuned into to proper frequencies with help of meditation, yoga or various esoteric, occult methods, enables a person to travel into other dimensions, popularly known as Astral Projection or Remote Viewing.

[nightmcvess]

The fault of having a power like Sienna’s was that one was so incredibly sensitive to the autonomous, internal features of those who were nearby. Had the room been completely silent, the brunette was certain that she’d be able to hear the other girl’s heart beating, as though the organ was right next to her ear. It was a disturbing thought, at least to Sienna, and she sipped at her tea once more, to the sad realization that it was all but gone.

“With milk, if I can,” Sienna replied as she brought her cup to the kettle, and poured more. She reached for a mug in the upper cabinet, and brought it back to the table, setting it and the kettle down for the girl to use. “Although black is fine as well. Can’t be too picky, really,” she replied calmly. Sienna had picked up on the rather odd tone of the other’s speech, and immediately felt the need to set the girl’s nerves at ease. “I’m Sienna, by the way,” she offered with a smile.

[violetvenus-blog1]

Violet was grateful to be saved the embarrassment of both scrambling through cupboards looking for the mugs when she had no idea where they were, and awkwardly figuring out if anyone had favourite or special mugs. She knew that if anyone used her clangers mug she would be irrationally upset and annoyed. She smiled in thanks.

“Oh, Sienna! Blood manipulator, right? Mr Amazing told me about everyone on the way to my room.” When she first read the term ‘blood manipulation’ she was a little bit frightened, in all honesty. But as she read, her nerves dissipated incredibly quickly. She was just fascinated. As she said it she realised she wasn’t quite sure if it was acceptable to flippantly mention other peoples powers like that. She didn’t know why it would be, but she hadn’t been around anyone like this before. But by now it was said and she would just have to deal with it.

[violetvenus-blog1]

When she first listened to Lana Del Rey she fell in love instantly. If she is listening to music, it is almost always Lana Del Rey. That, Nina Simone or anything to do with Joan Jett.

Violet Venus, Headcanon

[simplessence]

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[wordsandroads]

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“you used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that”

[moonandtldes-blog]

The glass of water still up to his lips, Sean turned his head towards the new voice in the room. He tried to nod, but considering how the item up in his face didn’t exactly make his job easy, he settled on drinking one last gulp before laying the cup down on the counter. “Yep!” he answered, before pointing to the fridge right next to him. “Right there. And the kettle’s right…” he surveyed the room to make sure he had the right location, and moved his finger towards the counter opposite of him. “–Here.” He shot the new girl a grin, before addressing her again. “So, in a lame attempt to… break the ice,” Sean knocked on top of the ice dispenser to point out his rather horrible pun, “You’re new here right? I’m Sean.” 

[violetvenus-blog1]

Violet appreciated the attempt at light humour, and she desperately hoped her general irritation of puns, especially bad puns, show. He was trying to help after all. So she managed a probably unconvincing smile and set the tea down next to the kettle, turning it on.

“Thank you.” She smiled again, she guessed she’d have to do that a lot so people don’t think she’s a total sociopath. “Yeah I’m new. Violet.. Siren.. Whichever you’d prefer. Nice to meet you Sean.”

[felixchens-blog]

  “Ooooh, Manhattan,” he commented, nodding appreciatively. “I’ve never been, what’s it like?” Absently, Felix wondered if talking to her as two was a bit overwhelming for her - she didn’t seem incredibly outspoken, after all. 

  One watched her as she spoke, the other checked his phone. “What time are we…” Speaking aloud to himself was just habit, something almost for the benefit of other people as much as anything else. He didn’t need to speak between his selves, of course. He nodded to himself, and split. 

  For a moment he was quiet sorting his head out, before the new Felix said, “Oh, at least you don’t take sugar,” and they chuckled. “I need to go-”

  “-but we’ll stick around,” concluded the one sat down, smiling as Felix left. “Do you know your way round?” 

[violetvenus-blog1]

“It’s loud. Busy. You disappear into it. It’s perfect.” She wasn’t sure if treating him? them? like two separate people was rude almost? He was one entity after all, but she wasn’t quite sure how to speak to him any other way.

The creation and hasty exit of the new felix took Violet by surprise, but she managed to suppress any physical reaction. Instead she just turned to the Felix who last spoke and responded gently.

“I know the way from the entrance to my room, and from my room to here. Is that not enough?”

[violetvenus-blog1]

siennabrodie:

As the girl made her way into the room, Sienna eyed her somewhat curiously, wondering what the nature of her powers were and if there were any visible tell as to their qualities. With a laugh, the brunette responded, “Well, between you and me, I’m sure we could get through it all far quicker than the Big Apple ever could.” She allowed herself another sip before saying, “English breakfast, just for a little taste of home. So, you’re from New York? I suppose Metro City is somewhat comfortable to you, then? Fast-paced, tall buildings, loud civilians constantly talking on their phones - all that stuff. Or, is my perception of the city completely off-base?”

“Yeah I think that’s probably true.” Violet smiled gently. She liked her. She was warm and welcoming. Exactly what she needed to calm her nerves, but at the same time, dangerous. Don’t get attached Violet. Just don’t do it.

She thought about sitting, but decided against it, that would suggest a long conversation. When you have to think about every single syllable that comes out of your mouth, long conversation becomes exhausting very, very quickly.

“I love English breakfast. How do you take it? And that is perfectly on-base. I’m glad it’s not that different here.”

She understood she was being a bit robotic in her speech, but that was probably for the best.