[violetwiston]

@grandslcms​

Hikes  weren’t  a  super  accessible  part  of  city  living,  that  much  Violet  knew  just  with  a  naked  eye  observation  on  any  given  day.  What  she  hadn’t  known  is  that  to  get  anywhere  remotely  worth  the  legwork,  it  was  at  least  an  hour  and  a  half  of  the  train  in  any  direction.  But  that  had  never  been  a  problem  for  the  unmotivated  woman,  not  until  she’d  found  herself  staring  at  her  phone  wistfully,  wanting  to  call  Luna  but  ultimately  left  without  reason.  Violet  thought  she’d  seen  her  earlier  in  the  week,  only  to  startle  a  stranger  in  the  deli  and  been  left  with  the  woman  on  her  mind  like  a  nagging  song  that  she  knew  too  few  words  to  hum  along  with.  They  were  friendly,  but  were  they  spontaneous  call  friendly  ?  She’d  wondered  it  over  and  over,  entering  and  exiting  her  contact  a  dozen  times  over.

Another  day  and  a  half  of  indecision  until  she  caved,  sitting  atop  her  counter  with  a  scrunched  nervous  face,  listening  to  the  dial  tone.  When  Luna  had  answered,  Violet  had  brightly  stammered  her  way  through  an  attempt  at  casual  conversation,  mentioning  that  she  was  going  on  a  hike  the  following  day  (  a  lie,  a  big  fat  lie.  violet  wasn’t  even  sure  what  technically  constituted  a  hike.  )  nonchalantly  adding  that  Luna  should  come  along  ––  if  she  had  the  time,  of  course.  When  she’d  actually  been  down,  Violet  hadn’t  thought  so  far  ahead,  googling  with  her  free  hand  hikes  nearby,  to  find  absolutely  nothing.  She  blurted  the  first  on  the  list  with  a  wince  and  managed  to  make  her  way  through  the  logistics  of  meeting  on  the  train.

Okay,  so  Violet  had  a  crush  ––  so  what  ?  Who  hadn’t  been  on  the  receiving  end  of  her  spontaneous  fleeting  affection  ?  This  wasn’t  breaking  any  of  her  no  dating  rules,  so  it  was  completely  above  board  that  her  face  smoothed  from  nervous  darting  glances  to  a  wide  goofy  grin  when  the  carriage  doors  opened  and  Luna  entered  behind  some  woman  shaking  off  her  tote  bag  unceremoniously  as  she  staggered  to  a  seat.  “  Hello,  you  !  ”  She  crowed  cheerily,  standing  up  from  her  spot  to  gesture  at  the  seat  she’d  saved  for  her,  pushing  her  backpack  to  the  floor  with  her  non-waving  hand.  “  I  was  worried  you  weren’t  going  to  make  it,  trust  this  to  be  the  one  morning  trains  are  actually  running  early.  ”

[violetwiston]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, "𝑭𝒊𝒙 𝒀𝒐𝒖" 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆, 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆, 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅; 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅.

[junmyyeons]

[midge-maisel]

endless list of movies | never been kissed (1999)

[violetwiston]

“ Okay, I’m loathe to admit it because it really doesn’t work with my cottagecore dream fantasy, but I really don’t know how to bake. Or cook. Really, my only experience comes from Cooking Mama and I don’t think that translates so well into real life. Like, you used to twist the dough around once and magically you’ve got a loaf of bread ?? Was that woman a witch ?? “ Addie paused for a necessary breath, only then realising that they had been rambling. “ Sorry, I’m used to talking to myself in front of a camera. What I meant to say, was please help me ?? I’ve got no idea what desserts one is even supposed to bring to a Thanksgiving dinner, let alone how to make them. Help a poor helpless Australian before they lose all hope. ”

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋.

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭  𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤  𝐚𝐭  𝐑𝐞𝐝  𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭,  but  a  customer  could  be  forgiven  for  the  confusion  as  she  leaned  behind  the  counter,  bouncing  the  flat  of  her  phone  against  her  thigh  as  she  waited  for  the  cashier’s  break  to  end,  content  to  stand  an  look  productive  in  his  absence.  The  woman  scanned  the  cakes  with  a  keen  eye  but  ultimately,  her  face  popped  back  over  the  glass  cabinet  with  a  mild  cry  for  help  in  her  eyes,  as  Violet  listened,  she  understood.  She  too  had  been  lost  in  a  sea  of  seasonal  dishes  during  her  first  Thanksgiving,  wall  to  wall  with  festivities  she  knew  nothing  about  beyond  a  Friend’s  holiday  episode.  She’d  begged  Holly  to  help  her  make  something  that  wouldn’t  let  her completely  embarrass  herself.  Even  now  she  could  remember  how  proud  her  husband  had  looked  when  his  mother  bit  into  the  cake  and  pulled  away  with  a  genuine  smile.

The  woman's  rambles  brightened  Violet’s  grin.  Who  hadn’t  gone  through  a  cooking  mama  phase ?  She’d  lost  count  of  the  times  she’d  been  scolded  by  teachers  and  her  mother  alike  for  neglecting  life  in  favour  of  her  DS  for  months  on  end,  thankfully,  Violet  was  well  beyond  ten  years  removed  from  the  game,  leaving  the  impulse  behind  with  the  nintendog  that  was  still  probably  waiting  on  her  to  come  home.  “  God,  don’t  worry  about  it.  If  I  apologised  for  every  time  I  chattered  off  a  strangers  ear  ––  well,  I’d  be  apologising  just  as  long.  But  if  you’re  really  a  kitchen  hazard,  I’d  recommend  some  of  the  pecan-date  cupcakes  or  the  pumpkin  spiced  butter-creams  -  it’s  very  seasonal  and  won’t  cause  conflict  with  Grandma’s  sacred  three  hundred  year  old  pecan  pie  recipe,  ”  Violet  answered  confidently,  pointing  to  the  gorgeous  caramelised  colourings.  “  Or  is  this  a  need  to  make  from  scratch  to  impress  the  in-laws  sort  of  shindig ?  ”

[artofdoubt]

Victoria Pedretti as Love Quinn | YOU 3.07 We’re All Mad Here

[scodelarioss]

[asabutterfielded]

[violetwiston]

@hollywiston​​

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞,  𝐢𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐝𝐚𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.  “  Always  busy-bodying  ” ,  her  mother  would  say,  she’d  definitely  been  a  little  nosey  but  mostly  she’d  just  been  content  to  observe,  soothed  by  the  company  even  if  the  task  at  hand  wasn’t  particularly  interesting.  When  he  died,  she  supposed  a  part  of  that  transferred  onto  Holly.  She  had  that  same  warmth  to  her,  it  was  just  nice  to  sit  in  her  orbit.  Even  now,  Violet  loved  to  watch  her  bake.  Her  typically  near  incessant  chatter  dulled  as  she  watched  the  same  swirling  motion  with  a  piping  bag  for  the  fiftieth  time  as  if  it  were  the  first.  They  weren’t  kids  anymore,  neither  had  the  time  for  Violet  to  shadow  her  like  a  curious  gnat  all  day,  but  it  was  nice  sometimes  that  life  was  quiet  enough  to  feel  small  and  content  with  that.

She  offered  her  sister  the  second  mug,  instead  placing  it  down  on  her  left  when  she  noted  her  hands  were  still  too  occupied.  Violet  sagged  against  the  pristine  counter,  pressing  her  own  steaming  cup  to  her  lips.  “  Hey  have  you  thought  about  Christmas  at  all  ?  ”  She  asked,  breaking  the  comfortable  quiet.  Halloween  had  barely  passed  by,  but  Violets  mind  streamed  ahead  as  it  always  did,  feeling  behind  already  on  her  gift  buying.  “  Like,  about  mum  I  mean.  I  was  thinking  we  could  all  pitch  in  and  fly  her  out  here  instead.  This  of  course  not  remotely  coming  about  out  of  my  own  selfish  desire  to  not  have  to  fly.  ”  She  added  with  a  wry  smile.  “  We  could  take  her  to  a  few  shows  or  something  ––  Ooh  !   Like  Phantom  or  something,  I  think  I  saw  something  about  December  tickets.  ”

[violetwiston]

                             𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐩:

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄:

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤:

Violet works typically nine hour shifts, five days a week. The location she works at is Lindsey Ellis Optics, a small boutique optometry office in Manhattan. Compared to Liverpool, the average price for a pair of glasses Violet sells seems obscene. She’d never forget the way she timidly stammered through her first sale, terrified to quote the price as though the customer was going to throttle her for it but she hadn’t remotely wavered, in fact; she’d been thrilled that the price was less than she’d been expecting which almost knocked Violet over. She is currently struggling with the knowledge that she does love her job and the routine and comfort that it provides her but is ultimately feeling unfulfilled and unmotivated by sales. It bores her now, every part of the job doable on autopilot. She misses the excitement of being shown something new and impressing with how quickly she could replicate it. Violet regrets not attending University overall, anxious that she’s too old now to remedy that choice. And even still –– what if she studied for years, and was right back here again ? Bored and under-stimulated. It’s daunting to consider doing anything else, so Violet finds escapism with her volunteer work. Over all, many find Violet’s schedule a little daunting but she enjoys being kept busy and a rotation of faces to keep her switched on and lively, she struggles with too much down time as it allows her to slide out of routine which can quickly snowball. To maintain a high performance level, Violet needs constant alarms to indicate to her how much times is appropriate for whatever she’s doing, and lots of to do lists to remind her of everything from chores to calls or else she simply will not do it.

𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:

Mondays, Violet manages the after school program portion of Family Matters. There are many reasons children end up in the program, the most common being families that already have existing social work intervention, who work or are otherwise unavailable to care for their children in the immediate hours after school. The program hosts fun activities and offers a safe space and meals for the children involved. They often use the activity time to teach the children essential skills they may not be developing at home, such as healthy, affordable meal preparation that allows them to take home something they cooked for dinner when they are collected. This is Violet’s favourite realm of work within the scope of Family Matters, she is known for rousing smiles from even the most reticent of the kids who come in. Every other Friday, Violet helps manage the after school program once more, however; Friday night sessions run far later and often have movie nights. Fridays were extended due to seeing the rise in delinquent behaviour in many of the children they oversaw when their weekends were left unsupervised in the wind. The Friday sessions give them a safe place to hang out with other children in a safe monitored environment. Saturday sessions also were extended last year, Violet volunteers for the day portion every other week.

Tuesdays and Wednesdays, Violet prepares meals that go to the families who are really struggling, typically financially or from health burdens. This was the original launching point of the not for profit, knowing how many parents go unfed to guarantee their children eat and their lunch program was not helping support families at home where they need it most. Violet adored watching Holly bake growing up and still does to this day; constantly bugging her for tips on how to improve the recipes while keeping costs low. Violet is not a brilliant cook by any means, but she knows how to follow a recipe –– something that suffices when cooking so many portions on masse. Violet uses this portion of her week as meditation, typically preferring to work with an uncharacteristic quiet about her. She finds it peaceful and rarely has the motivation to make full meals for herself despite enjoying the soothing process due to being a serial grazer.

Thursdays and every other Sunday, Violet delivers the meals prepared for that week. Due to Violet not being able to drive legally as she never obtained a New York State license after moving here from Liverpool, she is accompanied by a driver. For that she’s grateful as driving always made her incredibly nervous anyways.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒:

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧:

Violet earns 52,261 dollars post tax annually. As a qualified professional with now ten years of experience (if she lies and pretends she continued to work in the industry after marrying Colson, which she does on every single CV) she is currently getting paid $25p/h which is on par as the industry standard for someone of her position in New York. Violet gets an annual bonus of varying rates dependent on her sales over the financial year. This is typically between 450-850 dollars. Over all, Violet is typically quite good with her money, with the caveat being: when she is firmly on routine. When Violet’s mental health is affected to the point her daily routines are disturbed, it can throw off the rhythm of every other part of her life, particularly when her ADHD is especially disruptive, leading to impulsive spending.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞:

Violet typically has $4020 a month post tax, her monthly expenses break down to:

RENT: $1320 ( Violet pays 330 dollars out of the 1050 per week, as the cost is split between herself and two other women, one of their roommates paying a higher rate for the bedroom with the private ensuite. Utilities and internet costs are also split evenly amongst the girls. )

UTILITIES: $130

INTERNET: $30

PHONE: $35

PUBLIC TRANSPORT: $127 ( Violet gets the thirty day passes as she uses public transport every day. )

GROCERIES: $400 ( Violet tends to eat dinner during her volunteer shift with the children so she keeps her grocery list small, the cost would probably be marginally less if she didn’t enjoy nice cheese so much. )

NONESSENTIAL SPENDING: $600 ( Her “fun” money, for drinking, movies, hobbies, etc. )

SAVINGS CONTRIBUTION: $1000 ( Violet does her best to ensure a quarter of every pay check goes to her rainy day fund. )

INVESTMENTS CONTRIBUTION: $350 ( A habit she picked up from Colson, while he would advise her that savings are essentially useless and that her money should be working for her and not the other way round; along with other obnoxious daddy’s money jargon; she did continue to update her investment portfolios she retained from the divorce and has put a modest amount into crypto currency over the past 18 months that has recently doubled. She can’t buy a ferrari, but it was nice to have a little cushion should life turn upside down again. )

[violetwiston]

@mileswiston​

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞  𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬.  Four  months  of  flute,  football  for  a  season,  dragon  books  for  a  year.​  Things  had  always  been  so  uncompromisingly  riveting  until  they  weren’t.  As  she  wriggled,  jumping  in  place  to  pull  the  costume  up  over  her  hips  her  back  collided  with  the  bathroom  door,  earning  a  grunt  of  frustration.  This  costume  was  the  amalgamation  of  a  years  worth  of  abandoned  fixations.  Her  papier-mâché  phase  that  had  briefly  bled  into  an  obscure  piñata  collection  that  culminated  in  a  horrific  near  indestructible  clown  head  that  she’d  made  for  the  kids  last  day  of  summer  vacation  that  ultimately  took  two  adults  with  hammers  to  crack  open  ––  after  a  good  half  hour  of  letting  the  kids  at  it  unrestrained  with  a  baseball  bat.  Her  sewing  craze  where  she’d  made  her  own  dresses  and  a  tote  bag  for  just  about  everyone  she’d  ever  met,  which  resulted  in  meters  of  unused  fabric  clogging  her  closet  after  the  thought  of  sewing  another  became  suddenly  as  entertaining  as  lodging  her  taxes.  Finally,  her  painting  period  which  ended  almost  as  abruptly  as  it  began  when  she  realised  it  was  not  a  talent  she  naturally  adopted  and  that  while  it  was  easy  to  think  of  elaborate  art,  it  wasn’t  easy  to  execute.  The  possum’s  face  was  the  closest  to  a  fulfilled  vision  Violet  had  ever  come  with  a  paint  brush.  But  it  felt  good  to  finally  burn  through  the  remnants  of  those  fleeting  era’s,  freeing  up  space  in  her  room  and  mind  as  she  put  the  materials  to  use  after  so  long  stagnant.  So  good  in  fact,  she’d  spent  accumulatively  nearly  sixty  hours  on  the  little  bastard.

“ Hold  on !  It’s  worth  it  I  promise ! ”  She  yelped  through  the  door,  struggling  as  she  twisted  her  torso  unnaturally,  trying  to  see  her  back  in  the  mirror  as  she  positioned  the  babies  along  her  spine  with  their  little  velcro  adapted  feet.  Despite  her  and  Colson  spending  the  last  two  years  trapped  in  a  fluctuating  separation,  they’d  worn  a  couples  costumes  as  recently  as  the  past  Halloween.  Romeo  and  Juliet,  disturbingly.  The  silliness  of  her  costume  now  felt  comforting,  knowing  it  would  have  horrified  him.  She  fastened  the  last  of  the  seven  possums  right  between  her  shoulder  blades,  smiling  to  herself  as  she  swung  the  tail  back  and  forth  in  the  mirror  clumsily.  Nights  spent  super  gluing  fur  to  her  fingers  began  to  feel  worth  it  now  the  absurdity  of  it  was  all  together,  though  she  was  certain  her  roommates  would  disagree.  Both  were  rather  disappointed  Violet  wouldn’t  be  joining  them  on  their  endeavours  to  make  out  with  as  many  Michael  Myers  as  possible.  She  slid  the  giant  head  over  her  own,  struggling  already  to  see  out  of  the  little  eye  holes  she’d  carved  in  it’s  mouth.

“ So ! ”  She  announced,  peeking  the  door  open  as  she  peered  the  disturbing  snout  through  the  crack  before  bursting  out  arms  wide  in  a  𝐓𝐀 𝐃𝐀 !  fashion. She  craned  her  neck  right  back,  trying  to  look  up  at  his  face  without  the. head  sliding  and  blocking  her  view,  the  inconvenience  doing  nothing  to  dampen  her  excitement. “ What  do  you  think ? ”  She  asked  brightly.  “ Neat,  huh ? ”

[wells-hannah]

YOU ( 2018 - )

[violetwiston]

               🔪 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 ––––– 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 🔪

With this being Violet’s first Halloween officially divorced from her husband she half expected herself to slip on a corset and pretend for a night she wasn’t bitter about it. But it is also the first Halloween she has vowed to go home alone, rather than a spooky one night stand. She still wanted to have fun and attention and life that comes with an over the top costume but none of the romantic or sexual connotations to go with it. This costume came about as a horrific amalgamation of her hobbies over the last six months from papier-mâché to her sewing machine that she hadn’t touched since the hobby suddenly lost all appeal four months ago after sewing 13 dresses in 8 weeks. She went to various events and seemingly lost a possum baby in every venue, the first casualty of the night given to a girl crying in the bathroom of her club about her boyfriend flirting with a sexy maid for comfort and prosperity in her trying times. She also had to tie her tail around her waist to avoid it being stepped on all night after nearly losing a drink when she was suddenly jarred back mid-step. Over all, she wished she’d just gone as Slutty Rainbow Fish like her roommate had suggested.

[violetwiston]

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼’𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.

[violetwiston]

❛ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆.                                      𝑮𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ❜

► basics;

Full Name: Violet Harlow Wiston

Nicknames: Vi, Letty

Age: 28

Birthday:  TBA

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Relationship Status:  Divorced

Religion: Catholic ( non-practising )

Occupation: Optical Assistant

Volunteer Work: Family Matters; a New York based not for profit that has routine meal deliveries and donations of essential items for struggling families particularly with high social work intervention. After Hours Care; a branch off of Family Matters that provides activities (along with breakfast, lunch and tea) to children who need a safe place to be when they don’t have school, running primarily on the bulk of school vacation time but also every Friday afternoon, holding various activities.

Nationality: English

Ethnicity: White

► background;

Place of Birth: Liverpool, England

Hometown: Liverpool, England

Education: High School Graduate

► physical;

Faceclaim: Victoria Pedretti

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Chestnut Brown

Height: 165cm/5′4ft

Weight: 55kg/121lbs

Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: TBA

► relatives;

Mother’s Full Name: Diane Wiston

Mother’s Status: Alive - Age 56

Father’s Full Name: Arthur Wiston

Father’s Status: Deceased

Siblings: Miles Wiston ( twin ) , Holly Wiston ( eldest sibling )

Sibling Status: Alive

► relationships;

Ex-Significant Other:  Shane Cooke

Reason for Separation:  Annulment on grounds of illegal marriage

Ex-Significant Other:  Colson Grogan

Reason for Separation:  Divorced due to infidelity

► personality;

Positive Traits:  Charming, Vivacious, Empathetic, Warm, Compassionate, Sincere, Affectionate Negative Traits:  Anxious, Reactive, Naive, Impulsive, Myopic, Smothering, Immature

introvert / extrovert / ambivert risk-taker / cautious organized / disorganized close-minded / open-minded calm / anxious / restless disagreeable / agreeable / in-between patient / impatient outspoken / reserved leader / follower / flexible empathetic / un-empathetic optimistic / pessimistic / realistic traditional / modern / in-between hard-working / lazy

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Chaotic Good/Neutral

Mental Health & Mood Disorders : OCD, ADHD, Anxiety, Depressive Episodes

Phobias:  Thanatophobia

► misc;

First Book They Read: The Rainbow Fish

Favorite Book: Quintana of Charyn

Favorite Music Artist:  The Killers

Favorite Film:  The Princess Diaries

► BACKSTORY;

a few trigger warnings for cancer mention, death mention, divorce and infidelity mention along with some themes of mental illness.

TLDR; Violet’s current arc, is learning coping skills to survive New York on her own after a lifetime of aggressive codependency. She is recently divorced and is now twenty-eight and still struggling to find a career/ motivation to even have one after postponing major life events in favour of relationships. Violet is also using her “free time” to experiment more-so with her sexuality. Despite being bisexual, Violet has had a largely heteronormative life and has until now has had very little time or knowledge of queer spaces and is looking to broaden her horizon and knowledge while remaining single.

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄:

Violet had never liked to be alone, something that was evident about her from the very beginning. Her mother liked to joke that she and her brother had only been premature because she’d been so eager to meet everyone, a light hearted anecdote that had persevered through the dark time. Miles had been born with a heart condition, aggravated by their early arrival. Violet had been little but healthy with a good set of strong lungs that wailed ceaselessly when she was separated from her twin. The world was new and frightening and from the first breath, Vi’ resented change. Eventually, by the grace of god or medicine depending on who you asked, her brother was able to return home and the pair were reunited. He wasn’t cured, but he was present and the family learned to make do with that.

Violet was a vivacious child as she began to sprout and a nuisance to watch over. She would toddle up to anyone on the street, tell them anything and everything that popped into her head just to make conversation. Though her parents were a little strait-laced, they were indulgent, offering apologies and half hearted chides but ultimately endeared to their daughters lively charms. Though overly affectionate with everyone, she was particularly fond of her father for the time she got to have him. Violet the moment she formed words and steps, used them to diligently squawk behind him whenever he was home, riveted by the most mundane of activities purely because of his involvement. She’d sit on the roof of the car while he changed the oil swinging her dangling legs contently, follow him around the yard inspecting the grass for elusive missed spots to declare while he mowed the lawn, asked him every other word in the paper until he relented and read it aloud to her. And she always listened, no matter how dull. Stock market crashes and far off politicians were as good as Peter Rabbit provided her father was the one reading to her, letting her nod along pensively while she pondered what was for dinner. Even at his sickest, bound to hospital beds for weeks at a time, Violet would beg to visit just to busy body whatever the nurses were doing.

When he died, no one could explain it to the five year old Violet. She didn’t understand, the first few days there were no tears, just patience while she waited for him to come home. At times, she spent hours by the window no matter how much her grandmother tried to shoo her away miserably. She had her nose to the glass, waiting for any signs of her father strolling up the street. By weeks end, Violet became frustrated, demanding to go to the hospital to see him no matter how many times she was told that he wasn’t there. Even after they buried him, Violet didn’t truly comprehend until she turned six. Her father would never miss her birthday, whatever childhood fancy and delusion she created was dissolved. From that day Violet’s need for company went from endearing to clinical. Milo was not the only Wiston with a fragile heart. Violet grew despondent anytime she was left alone, choosing to now bother Milo and Holly respectively just to avoid confronting her feelings without distraction and indulgent comfort. The moment Violet was placed around others, it was like a switch set off in her brain, she was radiant and joyful effortlessly once more, when the stimulation was removed she became anxious and emotional once again. It was a burden for an already grieving and strained family, when Violet could not get the affection and attention she desired inside the home, she began to look outside of it.

Violet watched her mother’s loneliness with shallow resentment, not towards the woman herself, but towards the fear it produced in her. She did not want to be alone, not now or ever. Not for five minutes if she could avoid it. After her father’s death, Violet became devastatingly aware that everyone and everything dies, giving her intense anxiety she was not emotionally developed enough to understand. She’d cry in the car… hell, she’d cry if any of them got into a car, she’d cry at the most abstract deaths she could imagine and stress herself terribly with the paranoia. Slowly, she became subconsciously obsessed with filling her life to the brim with people and love so that when they began to drop, she would never be her mother, looking stranded and alone at a party–– she never had to fear that she could end up all alone if she had more people around her than she could truly ever lose. She accepted relationships, both platonic and otherwise that were unfulfilling just to ensure that she still felt secure.

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒:

There are a handful of calls that no mother ever wants to receive; Violet wasn’t sure where your sixteen year old daughter went to Scotland with her boyfriend and eloped fell in the top ten, but she was certain it ranked highly by the previously undiscovered octave her mothers shrieks reached when she heard the news. Violet had always had boyfriends, sometimes that meant a boy who barely spoke to her like Tyler in the fourth grade, other times, evidently, it meant Shane from the grade above who she’d fallen into puppy love with six months prior who was stoned and impressionable enough to drive a country over and marry her when their cute little declarations turned to unrealistic and unvetted promises of eternity. To Violet it was a fairytale come true and the start of a happily ever after as though she should be on her way to the final chapter at sixteen. To Shane it was a display of his maturity, he wanted to prove he was all grown up and what was more grown up than getting married? Having children, he supposed, but that would come after the wedding. At least it would have, had their parents not dragged them back to Liverpool with their tails between their legs.

While the marriage was legal in Scotland, for England to recognise the marriage they needed their parents permission which was explicitly denied. On the grounds of their marriage being illegal in their country of residence, their parents were able to seek an annulment which was granted. Violet had never seen her mother so angry, she skittered around her like a wary cat trying to avoid her presence while being grounded, but it didn’t work. Her disappointment permeated every room of the house. Even still, Violet was not entirely deterred. This was their hiccup, their obstacle. So their first wedding was annulled, their second would be all the more of a triumph for it. Of course it was ridiculous, everyone saw it but her. So desperate to skip the hazy part of life where adolescence ends before you settle into real life that she didn’t care it was with Shane, who she wasn’t even sure she liked all of the time. To her, real life was children, a family, a spare and a spare and a spare. She’d never prepared herself for anything else.

So when she turned eighteen and was met with a break up rather than proposal, she panicked. She had no plans for university, most of her classes she’d only managed to graze through due to her inattentive day dreaming during her lessons. They had planned a life together- at least she thought they had. They would get married, he’d work for his uncle and they could have babies right away, that way if she wanted to study later on she wouldn’t be old, it had seemed so practical at the time until she was out on her arse. He wanted to see the real world, see life outside of his high-school fling, she did not. To her the real world was the love stories she consumed online, carefully cultivated, she wanted to slot into a fantasy, one where she was always happy, one where she was always loved, one where no one died.

She applied around town at every shop with a flyer in the window, with no post graduation plans, she floundered. She lucked into a position within an optometry clinic, working as a dispenser. As it turned out, flattery and chatting until the person hadn’t noticed their total was a natural skill set of someone like Violet, she did well and progressed through her training. But it didn’t take long for her to fall back on old habits. She dated the business mailman. Next the baker across from them. After that she had a brief but hopeful romance with the dog groomer around the corner. A series of unfortunate flings followed in succession, from the moment she and Shane broke up, accumulatively Violet spent all of three months single until she met her next husband at age twenty.

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃:

Colson had been a fresh faced lawyer six years her senior. Recently graduated from Cambridge despite hailing from New York and in need of a pair of glasses that made him look “dignified”. He was charming, funny and she was smitten quickly, as she always was. No one made her feel like he had. She felt so grown up, so mature. After years of wishing to skip the chapters of her youth and wake up a magically established woman, she found that in him. They went to expensive restaurants and drank wine while watching the news. She felt suddenly thirty, despite being only twenty. He stayed in England for her an additional two years, because she had asked him and that made her feel powerful too. He worked hard and began to insist she should find a more suitable career. She liked her clinic, it was quiet, friendly and paid okay, but he was right. She would move onto bigger and better things, for once she felt as though she had a partner that motivated her, something so enthralling she didn’t even notice he was as detrimental as the others and she pursued higher and higher positions at his insistence rather than her own ambition.

The pair were engaged within two years of dating and Colson began expressing his desire to return home to New York, even get married there. She hadn’t even taken the time to consider all that she’d be leaving behind, instead blindly saying yes with an adoring smile. And so they moved, filing for her to stay once they had already purchased an apartment in his name. They got married in the same church as his parents had, and when he’d asked if his father could walk her down the aisle, she’d agreed, despite wishing it had been her mother instead. Violet had thought babies would be a natural next step, and they tried often. At least, she had thought they had. Colson had gotten a vasectomy at nineteen at the insistence of his parents after a blunder with his high school girlfriend. She tried to be understanding, play the part of the good wife who wasn’t angry and said that he could simply have it reversed, that many men often did and it was no big deal: but he hadn’t wanted that of course. He’d carried out the surgery for a reason, unsure if he wanted children at all after the scare. Something she realised they’d never spoken about. She’d simply assumed that by marrying her, he wanted the nuclear life. Two kids and a dog and whatever else she had come to expect of a marriage, for the first time since meeting him, Violet had a fleeting thought: is this what I want?

When he wanted to start his own firm she supported him, she made his meetings, ran the book keeping, took it upon herself to remodel what she could of the building as she consumed youtube DIY after youtube DIY, staying up as late as him just trying to fill all the blank positions she could while they attempted to get off their feet. They were both working 19 hour days for months on end, with time they grew. By the end of year one, she no longer had to act as the secretary or janitor. By year two, she was no longer the book keeper. By year three, she didn’t attend the office at all beyond office parties and she was happy to see him finding his feet, even if she felt excluded. She was twenty-six, still young and naive. The first few times he’d come home looking dishevelled and nervous, she’d ignored it. But Violet was shortsighted, not entirely blind. He smelled like expensive perfume when he came home to her, he insisted she no longer needed to go into the office no matter the circumstance. That he wanted a clear divide between work and home, she pretended to believe him until she’d come home from a weekend with Holly and the sheets reeked of Dolce.

He’d been fucking his paralegal for at least 6 months, and Violet had no idea if she was the first. When he begged her for a second chance, embarrassingly, she’d agreed. They’d gone to counselling and in her private sessions admitted that despite her anger and broken trust, she was terrified of the thought of divorce and would repair her marriage at any cost to avoid it. It hadn’t been enough. Despite all her forgiveness, despite her eagerness to make it work after he betrayed her entirely, Colson asked for a divorce anyway, stating he no longer could feel good about himself with her and was not resigned to feeling guilty for the rest of his life because of her. It blindsided Violet and suddenly her nice home was gone, the prenup she thought would never come into play left her with essentially nothing despite her own contributions to his “brand”.

Now at twenty-eight, she lives in a shared apartment. Back to dispensing work and painfully aware that she is exactly where she was eight years ago with nothing to show for it, except being in a foreign country she was too embarrassed to leave. How could she face her mother if she went home like this? To move back in until the next guy smiled at her and sent her on another escapade around the world? She needed to get stronger, to get better at being alone. This is the first time in her life that she’s truly giving independence a chance. She wants to be someone that can stand on their own two feet, be someone without being someone’s. For the first time since she was a teenager, Violet is alone and looking to stay that way.