#violetwrites

[hatelangdon]

Re-introduction <3

Masterlist *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

-My name is Violet but you can also call me Vi, or V and I go by she/her I used to be @tearsdior

I've been writing for over 6 years but i've never shared it with anyone but my best friend.

This blog originally began as a KPOP fic page, but things have changed and i'm not too involved in that world anymore.

My main focus is mainly American Horror Story but that's obv subject to change.

I write for Tate Langdon, Kit Walka, Kyle Spencer (both franken & frat), Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, & Colin Zabel.

I do not write for Kai. He will hate crime me and i'm scared or Peter Maximoff simply because I didn't watch x-men or Wanda vision 🧍🏾‍♀️

My favorite genre is hurt/comfort and whump. What can I say? I love the dramatics.

I often add music to my posts because once again, I love the dramatics.

My blog contains mature themes that may not be suitable for all audiences, but I will always add a warning label

I take requests, questions, etc. I wanna hear from people!

I'm black. so a lot of my characters will probably be "black coded" and I will almost always use black women in my moodboards.

I try to write in general terms but I write the same way I speak and I seriously do not care if you don't like it, go somewhere else and i'm so serious.

I also don't write for MLM (for now), I don't want to overstep as a woman and that's simply something i'm not good at, so 99% of my fics will be from the perspective of a Fem!reader. You are always more than welcome to read regardless of gender or sexuality or you can change details such as pronouns and names with the interactive fics chrome extension.

I'm hoping i'll find my audience soon! This is a safe space <3 I hope you enjoy my writing <3

#black writers #black fanfiction #american horror story coven #american horror story #ahs asylum #ahs hotel #ahs coven #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #tate langdon #evan peters #kyle spencer #franken kyle #violetwrites #violet harmon #madison montgomery #mutuals #james patrick march #slashers

[violetlilysunshine]

Smut Masterlist

18+ ONLY beyond this point!

Tom Holland

Best We’ve Ever Made - 18+

Boyfriend Tom Holland x Female Reader

WC: 2,863

Threesome Fic Recs

Chris Evans

Never Get Used to You - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 3,132

Beer Gut - 18+

Boyfriend Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 4,224

Right Here, With You - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,809

Home Late Part 2 - 18+ // Part 1 (Fluff)

Dad Chris Evans x CEO Reader

WC: 4,595 // 883

Started in the Closet - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 5,094

I Get You Wet - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,325

Practice it Now - 18+

Chris Evans x Actress Reader

WC: 4,093

Almost Primal - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,533

After the Fourth - 18+

Dad Chris Evans x Female Mom Reader

WC: 3,713

Just for Us - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,920

Harry Holland

Your First Time - 18+

Harry Holland x Female Reader

WC: 4,154

Serve Yourself - 18+

Husband Harry Holland x Female Wife Reader

WC: 2,456

Inspiration - 18+

Husband Harry Holland x Female Wife Reader

WC: 2,595

Make Me - 18+

FWB Frat Harry Holland x Female Reader

WC: 2,759

#Tom holland #Chris Evans #Harry holland #Tom holland smut #harry holland smut #chris evans smut #violetlilysunshine #violetwrites #Tom holland x reader #Harry holland x reader #Chris Evans x reader

[violetsees]

Chapter Two: Exploration

Words: 808

Chapter Summary: The Narrator's quest.

He paces the room in a frenzy, his fair skinned hands tangled in his now messy grey hair. He then starts fidgeting with his yellow tie, before moving onto his black rimmed glasses, fixing his outfit even though it is not needed as they are perfect, just the way he likes it, trying to find comfort in fixing himself as this usually worked. He stops, staring at the table surrounded by monitors and various buttons, the monitors that captured every single room of the office building and Stanley's every move, but it is empty, causing him even more disarray. His hands are shaking. Actually, his whole body is. He has to sit down as his legs are starting to become too weak. He tries to reassure himself, so he grips his blazer tightly, hoping it's enough to ease his mind. 'Maybe he should take his own advice.' He thinks before brushing it away. He tries to reassure his mind, trying to convince himself that he's fine… 

Stanley is fine!

Stanley IS fine.

Stanley… is fine…?

No, no, He isn't! 

The Narrator's mind isn't helping. He never thought he would react this strongly to losing Stanley… Stanley! Of all people! He couldn't believe it! Then again, he's the only one that bothers to listen to his constant rambling. His conversations with The Curator were one-sided; she didn't want to listen, and he refused to talk to The Timekeeper. Jim? He thinks he's fine, just not a great listener. 

As he sits silently in his chair, the reality of the situation at hand sinks in. As he can not follow Stanley in his current location, he has to go into the Parable… something he probably shouldn't do. He decides against it. 'But the story!' The small voice in his head said. "But is it really worth it?" The Narrator says out loud, no one is there to hear him anyways. He ponders this option with consideration. "Would The Curator help?" He asks the voice of reason in his head, "Maybe?" He answers his question with uncertainty. He stares at the monitors in front of him. 'Alright. Yes, I think I'll do that before going through the wall… perhaps… I'll have her comfort me first as I still don't feel well.' He smiles, thinking of The Curator's delicate hand on his head. She felt like an older sister, despite him being older than her. 

He snaps, his vision a white blur until it is cleared by him rubbing his yellow eyes. Upon opening his eyes, he found himself in Employee 427's familiar office - Stanley's office - already feeling incredibly uncomfortable as he felt a sweat bead run down his cheek. The sudden feeling of teleportation made his head spin, so he rested his hands on Stanley's desk, trying to calm down. He already regrets his decision. 'Is the story that important?' He wonders. 'Is exploring the Parable worth it for the story?' He can not answer that. 'Wait, I could just restart the game! That always works, no need to follow Stanley!' He realizes this with a sheepish laugh, so he tries, snapping his fingers, only to be disappointed as not only had the loading screen not show up, Stanley did not return in his seat either. He only panics further. 'Oh, then… I have to…' His hands go up to his hair, trying to smooth it out to calm his racing heart, because, in his mind, he has to look presentable and perfect for him to feel better. He quickly fixes his glasses, takes a deep breath, opens the office door and steps out carefully. He has to stop himself from narrating his actions as he is still under the influence that Stanley is in control. Ironic, isn't it? He has taken the role of his protagonist in his own story, how… interesting. Although his head hadn't stopped spinning, he started rummaging through his memories, trying to remember the route to the Museum to reach The Curator. A few seconds later, he finds himself in front of the two doors that would have decided Stanley's fate. But today? They decided his. 

He takes in another deep breath, his memories fuzzy. As he looked at the two doors, the urge to head into the right door to the employee lounge and enter the wall already was strong, but he needed to find The Curator first. He can not deny the fact that he feels incredibly lonely, as he was used to Stanley's silent presence. Was this how Stanley felt the first time when The Narrator started his little game? If so, he feels awful, but they're friends now, so why bother thinking of the past. He pushes this thought away. He feels a migraine start to form behind his eyes, but he can't rest, not now. 

He has to find his Stanley.

#the stanley parable #the narrator tsp #writing #story writing #violetwrites #stanarrator?

[violetwritersun]

VioletWriter...

#Ámsterdam 🍂

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #660

“You’re so cute when you cry, your nose turns red.”

“No, it doesn’t!”

“You’re like my one little Rudolph. Christmas all year round, baby.”

{Submitted by: violetwrites}

#submit #not mine #submission #violetwrites #writing inspiration #writing ideas #prompts #writing prompt #prompt 660 #writing exercise #creative writing #creativepromptsforwriting

[pens-swords-stuff]

what’s a writing partner? also happy feb four :D

A writing partner is exactly what it sound like: my partner in writing!

I co-write 95% of my projects with @decantae. We both actively write and work on projects together! It’s super fun; I don’t actually know how people write solo because I do almost everything with them.

If you ever have an opportunity to co-write with someone, I’d highly recommend it!

Happy Feb 4 to you too~

#undine answers stuff #violetwrites

[finley-myself]

which software do you use to make the comics?

Hi, friend! I use Adobe Photoshop, mostly because I already have to have it for some of my classes.

#not an update #ask #answered ask #violetwrites

[radley-writes]

OH MY GOD YOU WROTE SO MUCH IM PROUD OF YOU pls tell me how to not be distracted by tumblr when i write

also i’m working on one shots in my asks, and Hey Micah. thanks for asking :D

<33333 AAAAAAAH THANK YOUUUU! Ngl, between all the editing and my insane work deadlines, I pulled several weeks of 12+ hour days and it mentally destroyed me and I would not recommend that to anyone. But!! I am bodily hauling myself from my exhaustion-slump and am hopping back aboard the productivity train! 

Alas, my only tip for concentrating is to multiproject, which doesn’t work for everyone. But I’ve gotten this far with Strictly by, uh, having a 0-pressure fanfic I can scribble away at whenever my brain refuses to cooperate! Means I always put words on a page, even if it’s not the ‘right’ page.

I hope Hey Micah is going well for you!

#violetwrites

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

hiiii how are you doing? written or read anything fun lately? tell me something :D

Hi! :D

I haven’t read much lately (actually, I haven’t read anything at all this year ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) but I’m trying to write 800+ words of Totentanz! (Every day I have a different wordcount to aim for; I find that motivates me more than working towards the same wordcount all the time.)

In this part, the “protagonists” are in the third repetition of the time loop. They just don’t know it yet, so everything is going to play out exactly as it did the first time. Right now the first monster is attacking a village, Diarnlan is about to kill it, and Karandren is about to make the latest of many Very Bad Decisions :P

#ask #violetwrites #writing #my WIPs #WIP: totentanz

[hatelangdon]

Some of y'all don't wanna give fanfiction writers their flowers, I definitely think fanfiction should be a respected form of media. Some of these creators are writing these stories FOR FREE, and all they'd need to do is change a few names to be published and in Barnes and noble.

#black fanfiction #black kpop fans #black writers #violetwrites #black tumblr #writers on tumblr #kpop fanfic

[violetlilysunshine]

Imagine the reader being jealous of Steve's relationship with Nancy 😬

Omg the first person in my box with a concept in so longggg 😭😭😭

Pairing: Boyfriend Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: longer than I expected, kinda angsty, one swear [he-double hockey sticks]

“Okay so we just have to go through here and we should get where we want on the other side,” Nancy explained, taking charge yet again.

“And how could you possibly know that? What about any of this,” you say gesturing wildly around you, “is normal?!?”

“It’s not my first rodeo,” Nancy quipped back, turning around and putting her hand on her hip.

“That’s not normal!” you almost screeched, violently slamming your hands down at your sides.

“Yeah, it’s not normal, but Wheeler seems to know what she’s talking about,” Eddie piped in, him and Steve finally catching up to you, Nancy, and Robin. “I mean, I sure as hell don’t know what’s going on and don’t want to take charge…”

“For all we know, that’s a giant black tunnel leading us somewhere even creepier where something big and disgusting is going to come out and grab us and eat us,” you sass, still staring directly at Nancy.

“It’s just Hawkins only upside down and disgusting, it clearly leads us to the school. Right Steve?” Nancy questioned, pulling your boyfriend into the mix.

He stood there, looking between the two of you for a minute.

“Steve?” you questioned grumpily.

“Well…” he trailed, looking at the ground, “Nancy’s smart and she seems like she knows what she’s talking about,” he mumbled turning towards you, “and yeah it makes sense when you look at everything around us and it’s not like we have a better plan or time to make one.”

Nancy smiled at him before turning to you, “well?” she asked haughtily.

“You always take her side!” you yell at Steve, “you always want to protect her and you jump in front of her and you take care of her. You’re still in love with her and I know it and you know it and Robin knows it, and hell, even Eddie’s probably figured it out by now!”

“What are you talking about?” Steve asks with a slight huff, “I do not still love her! She’s done this before and yeah we have a bond because of that, but as you’ve pointed out this isn’t normal! All I’m trying to do is get us out of here and get you safe because I can’t lose you!” he hurries out, yelling by the end.

“Can’t lose me?” you question, anger starting to subside.

“Of course,” he sighs, talking your hand, “the last time I had someone actually care about me like you do was when I was a jock with a big ego and great hair. Now I’m a person with experience, weird experience but experience, and albeit still great hair. But I’m not a jock anymore, I’m just a guy… trying my best…” he whispered, pulling you into his chest by the end.

“You don’t want her?” you whisper into his chest.

“Not when I could have you,” he answers, kissing the top of your head.

You sniffle slightly, starting to feel a little better.

“Okay that was a beautiful moment and all and I’m very happy you’re in love but we could die at literally any second so could we get back to it?” Robin asks, turning around and starting through the tunnel.

#steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steve Harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #violetlilysunshine #violetwrites #my first steve thing #interesting #steve harrington blurb

[violetsees]

Been wanting to show Tumblr this fanfic story of The Stanley Parable. I call it "Custos Temporis"

Summary: Meeting someone new was out of the question in the Parable. He thought he met everyone, like The Curator and his beloved bucket, but he was dead wrong, as the person behind the wall in the employee lounge proved it.

Chapter One: Whispering Wall

Words: 875

Chapter Summary: Stanley hears something other than the Narrator.

"Really... really worth it being here in the room..." The Narrator spoke with a bored tone.

Stanley says nothing, but presses himself further into the plush cushion of the blue couch and kicks his legs up to the coffee table, resting his arms behind his head, relishing in annoying The Narrator again. He's lost track of how many times he'd done this. It's silent, besides the sound of the ticking clock and The Narrator's grumbles. Although Stanley can't explain… but he swears that he hears a faint sound, a sound that is reminiscent of a whisper, coming from somewhere around the employee lounge. It's too muddy to make out but it does sound like it's repeating itself… Is that his name? No, he's just gone insane, Stanley is sure of it. How long has it been since he's seen another person? 

'Has these "whispers" always been there or was this a new addition that The Narrator had decided to add after all these years?' Stanley thought to himself, trying to ignore the whispers to take a well-needed rest. "Alright… Never mind, I can't." Stanley decides that curiosity gets the better of him, so he gets up.

"Oh?" Stanley hears a soft thud that the Narrator's microphone picked up, like the Narrator had put down his arm from resting his chin on it. "Are you going back to my story?" The Narrator asks with a twinge of hope in his voice when he sees Stanley get up from his view of his bright monitor. "Honestly, I thought we were going to stay here forever," He chuckles. He sounds like he leans closer to the microphone, or so Stanley assumes, as his voice becomes louder. "So, what ending do you want?" Stanley can hear the smile. "I'm fine with any as long as it isn't the Zending!" The Narrator laughs dryly, trying to ignore the feeling of slight dread that formed in his chest when thinking of his desperate pleas and Stanley's stubbornness. His voice became a little harsh, "But I also wouldn't mind doing the Countdown-"

He stops when he sees Stanley put up a finger, telling him to wait a minute, causing the Narrator to immediately shut up in confusion.

Stanley starts walking around the room, keeping his ears open, touching and looking at everything in the room, from under the couches, under the coffee table, the carpeted floor, and even looking at the plant, trying to find the source of the whispering, or at least, that's what it sounds like to Stanley. As he walked over to the vending machine, and then pushed his ear against the metallic surface, trying to find if it was the source that was producing the muddy whispers, The Narrator spoke up. 

"What are you looking for, Stanley?" The Narrator asked with confusion, questioning what Stanley was trying to accomplish, but Stanley's curiosity got the better of him, so he ignored the older man. "What are you doing?" The younger brunet keeps looking, finding the lack of whispers from the vending machine as a nope, not this, ignoring his only companions' questions. Stanley then looks up at the ceiling and signs, 'Do you hear that too?' Causing his companion to become even more confused. "Are you hearing other voices, Stanley?" Stanley nods. "Ah… well… with that in mind, how about we go back, head into the left door this time, and get the Freedom Ending? I'm sure the outside can ease your mind as I can't hear anything else besides myself." Stanley looks at the ceiling with a raised eyebrow. The Narrator's voice became soft, "As you hearing voices besides my own is concerning. And you know I care about you." He smiles, knowing that Stanley can't look at his face. Especially when he isn't physically there, and is only a disembodied voice, to Stanley at least. He ponders the suggestion, before deciding, "I'm fine. It was just my imagination." Stanley signs with a warm but nervous smile, hoping The Narrator believes him. 

"Well… if you say so, Stanley." The Narrator says with a hint of worry, "Shall we continue my story?" He asks gently. Stanley begins to walk out of the employee lounge, before noticing that the whispers have grown louder when he passes by the clock hanging on the wall. He stares at it, quietly, thinking to himself that, "Oh. I… wasn't crazy or going insane." Since he is close, the whispers are a little easier to understand, but it was still too muddy. But it's good to know he was right; it is repeating itself. Stanley ignores the Narrator when asked why he wasn't moving anymore, as curiosity got a hold of him again. He walks closer to the hanging clock on the baby blue wall. He isn't tall enough to touch the clock, so Stanley decides to push his ear against the wall underneath to hear if the sounds were coming from it. But as he pushed his body against the wall-

"Stanley!" 

The Narrator yells in a panic when he sees that Stanley phased through the seemingly solid wall. 

#the stanley parable #stanley tsp #narrator tsp #writing #story writing #VioletWrites

[sasukeisawake]

you should get to writing before you characters take the story it in their own hands and come after you. (sorry im not good at vaguely threatening)

@violetwrites: your characters can be up to some naughty sit right now, you better go and check on them, because of left for too long they might just get to out of hand!if this is not death threateningly night then i don’t know what is.

JFLKAJFLKSJFLK i LOVE how the two of you lowkey hiveminded on this one, like you truly said “mods alseep, post character anarchy” huh?? 😭

#asks #rainbowcoloreddays #violetwrites

[5sosbitchfest]

oml guys don’t come at me i’m not saying i support her i’m just saying i’m not spreading hate lmao. even hating her would make me interact with her world other than michael and i don’t want to waste my time. i don’t like her and i don’t stan her but i won’t hurt michael. that’s all i’m saying. i’m not saying that we should support crystal to make michael feel better. i’m saying we shouldn’t spread hate and make him feels worse, that’s all. if you’re all gone come at me again or need to @ me, i suggest you do it on my own 5sos blog @5sos-theories i really don’t appreciate being called out on someone else’s blog just bcoz someone misunderstood what i said.

I stared at this message for awhile, trying to figure out how to best respond to it but I’ve decided I’m not going to rise to the occasion. I just want to point out that you did, in fact, write into our blog first. No one misunderstood what you said.

Clearly, you wrote in to us again to try and plug your blog which you do a lot. We’re not going to freely advertise for you anymore so please stop. 

Thank you.

#link #violetwrites

[pens-swords-stuff]

thoughts on what i should post to my blog and what should remove to gain more followers and traffic?

That looks like a great list of things to post!

I don’t think there’s necessarily any magical combination of things you should post for followers and traffic; a lot of it is based on luck.

So I think that you should just post whatever you want to post without worrying too much about followers! It’s impossible to control follower count and engagement, so post whatever makes you happy.

#undine answers stuff #undine gives advice #q #violetwrites