violetbecker

[violetbecker]

#( face. )

[violetbecker]

george-chatwin·:

He heard the approaching footsteps and shook himself out of his reverie in time to smile up at Violet, squinting in the summer sunshine. He looked down at the book with it’s intricate script and bit his bottom lip. “That depends. How interesting do you find a merchant documenting all the gifts he’s buying for his mistress? With a caveat of notations on the eternal damnation of both their souls.”

"I suppose it's romantic in a sense, besides the infidelity and how you say, eternal damnation of both of their souls. Not that I support or condone as such. Although I wouldn’t say it isn’t an interesting read. Just not to many." Violet thought outloud lightly, the small smile that was creeping on her lips growing wider as she glanced over his shoulder to read a small passage for herself. "Are you reading this for a lesson or for fun? Bear in mind I hold no judgement, just curiosity. Though if it is the latter, I would be obliged to question why."

#c: george #( chats. )

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harperwinston·:

Harper hadn’t wanted to be outside in the first place. She’d always taken the early morning shift for Cap’s schedule and managing it all without Kit had become a bit overwhelming. Couple that with the dark and unfamiliar place and she had a vibrating string of anxiety in her chest, thrumming against her ribs. She knew that Hollow Grove should actually be one of the safer places when it came to interacting with supernatural people. There were bylaws and ordinances and police who actually equipped to handle such things. But it still took some adjusting. She had to resist the urge to ask people who they were and what their powerset was. The interviewing was habit, but here it seemed especially rude. 

Still, the woman seemed very sweet for someone running in the middle of the night. Harper let the smile she’d elicited reach her lips and laughed a bit dryly. “If this is him holding himself back I’m going to have to check the apartment for death rays and sharks with laser beams attached to their heads when I get back home.” She looked down at Cap and his ever searching nose, reaching out for the person just beyond his reach. She hummed incrementally louder as she brought her hand down to scratch his head. “You’re welcome to pet the evil genius if you like. It helps to make a bit of noise as you do, but he’s looking for you now so I’d say he’s amenable.”

Though Violet had believed she had hidden her desire to rush over to the dog –  Cap, she corrected a moment after –  her excitement was easy to see once she received the green light to pet him. Rushing forward to fall into a crouched position in front of the dog, Violet whistled softly and waited until his nose found her palm before reaching forward and stroking his back lightly. "Oh, he's so adorable. Yes he is, yes he is," she cooed, more to Cap than his owner, who was politely waiting as she fussed over the animal. Looking up and grinning, Violet's gaze flickered from the woman to the dog. "So he's a clever boy? Are you? Aw, so clever!" Only now Cap had managed to gain her full attention again, her hands smoothing across his fur before giggling when he nearly knocked her backwards. It was then she remembered there was another present, heat rushing to her cheeks as she glanced at the woman with an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry, he's just so cute." Rising to stand, Violet sheepishly offered out her hand in greeting. "I'm Violet, by the way. Sorry again."

#c: harper #( chats. )

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adam-haley‌:

It was hot. Too hot. Every winter he wished for summer and every summer he wished for winter, there was no reason. Tugging at the collar of his shirt to try and get more air onto his chest he downed what was left in his water bottle. “I take back what I said about wanting summer. Give me back winter, I miss it. Why isn’t it more socially acceptable to dive into the nearest pool throughout the day and go around completely soaking wet? It would help, it really would.” 

Usually, Violet would have dived into an optimistic speech about all the good things sunny weather ensured. However, after already making the bad decision to wear all black and dealing with the consequences of that, she found herself short of encouraging words. It didn't help any that she had spent most of her day dealing with overly excited children, which was always a joy but required a lot of energy. "Oh, a pool sounds so nice right now." Violet spoke dreamily, envisioning herself basking in cool water with a small smile before reality pulled her back in, her hands fumbling for the wetwipes in her bag as she felt a fresh sheen of sweat coat her forehead from where they were seated under the sunlight. "These have truly been a lifesaver during work today." She admitted, dabbing her forehead lightly and exhaling in content when she felt the slightest breeze against her skin. "It's not as refreshing as a pool, but it leaves some effect."

#c: adam #( chats. ) #( we've had rare sunshine in the UK and i felt this starter on a personal level. )

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tannerxpark·:

Tanner chuckled at Violet and nodded. “For sure, I get that. Let’s have a look around inside and see if you left it there.” He smiled at her and put the rest of the toys in the box beside the  gate. “When did you last see it?” He asked her. “I think I saw a bunch of books by the counter.” He replied. 

“I last had it on my desk, which was a foolish mistake on my part because I should have anticipated it being muddled in with the rest of the books after storytime.” Violet explained, matching Tanner’s pace as they headed inside the centre. “The counter it is, then. How have you been, by the way? Anything spectacular happen today?”

#c: tanner #( chats. )

[violetbecker]

Ghostbusters (2016) dir. Paul Feig

#( muse. )

[violetbecker]

ned-ibarra·:

It took a minute for the memory to actually piece itself together, since Ned was so distracted at the feel of her, at the small kisses she was dropping at his mouth, on his jaw, his cheek. 

For the first time in a very long time actually, Ned remembered one spirit day in  high school where all of the lacrosse team had come to school in cheerleading outfits. This was back in the day when he’d liked doing all that kind of stuff, had no concerns over the rest of his identity. He’d been able to have fun without feeling a heavy sense of guilt against his heart for killing someone. Long before he’d taken a human life because of his carelessness on a summer night in Illinois, Ned had told Violet the story and shown her some pictures. Him, in a cheer skirt that was too short and a cheer top that was too right to be zipped up that he’d had to wear a zip up hoodie over it. They’d tried some makeup on the team, too, the actual cheerleaders armed with their eyeshadow palettes and lip glosses. Luna had taken a crazy amount of photos. 

Naturally. 

“You can laugh,” Ned said, not moving his hands from her waist, “I don’t mind, I’m just glad it’s me with your lip gloss and not someone else.”

There was something behind his expression that Violet knew well, the tell tale signs of a long running joke lingering in the way the corner of his lips twitched without his knowledge— or so it seemed. Either way, she responded by offering a coy grin of her own, his hands remaining on her waist leaving her reluctant to break away entirely despite having been the one to suggest it in the first place.

"Oh, because I have such a long line of suitors waiting." She retorted playfully, any signs of seriousness she had tried to feign disappearing the moment she locked eyes with him again. "You're the only person I care to share my lip gloss with, Ned.." You always have been, she wanted to add but decided against it. Her and Ned were in a good place — far better than she had ever expected the two of them to be after all that had been said and done. Despite feeling as though she knew him better than herself at times, Violet feared diving in too soon. After all, it wasn't often people were given a second chance. She intended to use hers to it's full potential.

"What's the smile about, hm?" She eventually asked, harmless amusement evident in the small grin reformed on her lips as she traced along his jawline with her fingertip.

#c: ned #( chats. )

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george-chatwin·:

George was sitting on the park bench, expertly twirling a coin over his knuckles. He’d learned all the little ‘magic’ tricks when he was little. Back when he’d been desperate for some ounce of real magic to call his own. Now it was something he did in his free time to expel excess energy. He had a book open in his lap (a fifteenth century merchant ledger that documented, among other things, his affair with a french witch) and was trying to work his mind around around the scribblings. He was oblivious to anyone and everyone about him.

Seeing George seated alone wasn't a rare sight to Violet, who had often came across him in this way in the past. It was that amongst other things that had caused the pair to strike up a friendship in the first place, the werewolf seeing George as a kindred soul of sorts as she had always found herself doing the same. Approaching him, she made the conscious effort to be slightly louder in her footing than usual, just to alert him of her presence rather than to sneak up on him. "Hey George," she greeted lightly before taking a seat beside him and glancing at the book that was open on his lap. "Reading anything interesting?"

#c: george #( chats. )

[violetbecker]

hughugglehugo·:

“I mean, June is almost over.” he grinned. “We can start thinking Halloween now, right?” 

"You're voicing my thoughts!" Violet lightly declared, a wide smile curving at the corners of her lips as she clasped her hands together eagerly. "I'm so excited to tell the kids what I have planned for our lesson. I know it's a while away, but I think they would find making their own masks really fun. I plan to go all out too, I want them to really get stuck in. Maybe I can arrange a little competition for the most creative mask? Oh, actually, that might be a bad idea. I wouldn't want to upset them or make them feel like their efforts aren't good enough." As her brow furrowed slightly, Violet nibbled on her bottom lip before animatedly gasping as an idea came to mind. "I know! I'll have treats ready for them all, that way no one is left disappointed or unappreciated."

#c: hugo #( chats. )

[violetbecker]

#( face. )

[violetbecker]

tannerxpark·:

Tanner pushed his hair back and started picking up the toys around the yard that was attached to the back of Little Rascals. He glanced up and waved at the person who approached the gate. “Hey, we’re actually closed. Unless you’re here to pick up one of the kiddos.” He smiled at them. “Oh wait, are you here to see me?” He asked them with a smile. 

"Hey, Tanner! Oh no, I actually came to collect a book I left. I'm determined to finish it by tonight because according to my Amazon account, the sequel will be shipped to me by tomorrow, and I want to dive right in without going through that period where the interest dies out a little, you know?"

#c: tanner #( chats. )

[violetbecker]

harperwinston·:

“Please, Cappy. Please. We’re both tired, it’s really cold, and I’m sure your dick is retracting fully into your body so can you pleaseeee pee?” She looked at the old white pit bull mix, his eyes clouded completely by cataracts. She regretted everything and leaned down beside him. “I know it’s hard sweetheart but we don’t need a UTI on top of it all. So please go? For me?”

It was then that Harper realized someone was close to her. She held back her racing heart, trying to forget she was in a place she’d never been, surrounded by people who could snap her like a twig. She looped Cap’s leash around her hand, tried to play it off as nonchalant, even though it was midnight. “I’m not negotiating with my dog, you know. That would be both inefficient and embarrassing.”

In the aftermath of the Blood Moon, Violet's anxiety left her reluctant to leave the manor after nightfall. Time was a healer though, and gradually she ventured back out of her comfort zone. In times of stress, the werewolf often retreated to her canvas and paint palette. When that failed her, a run would be her next resort. She wasn't athletic in the slightest, but there was a sense of peace she felt when her legs ached and the wind whipped through her hair. Perhaps it was the physical exhaustion that benefited her, for it prevented her from lingering on her own thoughts.

Either way, she was oddly thankful for the burning in her chest when she finally came to a halt, heavy breaths falling from her lips as she focused on steadying her breathing. Though her heartbeat rang through her ears, Violet could pick up on pieces from a conversation taking place not far from her. Out of curiosity, she scanned her surroundings, finally finding the source of the voice when her gaze fell upon a woman talking to her dog. Shaking her head when the woman had caught her looking, Violet offered a shy smile. Though that shyness bubbled away when she turned her gaze to the animal, a bright grin forming on her lips as she refrained from crouching down and cooing over the dog. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. But personally I wouldn't judge you in the slightest for negotiating, dogs are far smarter than they let on."

#c: harper #( chats. )

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melodydavenport·:

@violetbecker

It was surprisingly busy for a Thursday night, not that Melody was going to complain. Running around the restaurant helped her feel normal for the first time in weeks, as did knowing that her food made people happy. Most of her time was spent taking care of the sole diners sitting at the bar, but she made a point of wandering around to make sure that everyone was happy. Everything seemed to be going well, from the new summer menu to the temporary outside seating under lantern lighting. All in all, she was hopping for a successful summer, despite how her personal life had fallen into shambles. Spotting Violet, she made her way over with a smile. “Hey, Violet. Want the regular menu or the summer menu?”

More than often Violet preferred to cook for herself. She wasn't exceptionally skilled in cooking, but she liked to think she was at least a little over average. Excluding the times she had experimented with different herbs and spices, that is. However one comment had been made in the staff room regarding Hell’s Kitchen's new menu, and soon after it erupted into animated conversation, which encouraged her to try it out herself. After seating herself at the nearest free table, Violet pulled out her book and dropped her bag at her feet. As if on cue, she looked up in just enough time to see Melody approaching, her own lips curving into a wide smile. "Hey! I'm actually here especially to try the summer menu. I've heard great things."

#c: melody #( chats. )

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ned-ibarra·:

They were great kids, creative and funny and so loving with each other and everyone in the pack. So trusting, too, especially Kenna and Grace who hadn’t thought about their baby brother actually lying. 

They all started so young. 

As they ran out of the room, Ned turned back to Violet, not having expected the alone time but welcoming it very much. “Mhm,” he mumbled, his hands finding a home on her hips, leaning in to close the distance when she pulled away. “Do we have to? That was so nice.” 

Taking advantage of his head being ducked Violet pressed her forehead against his, her own lips being only a few inches from his. If she wanted, she could have closed the distance and lost herself in Ned. And how badly did she want to... yet, the faint laughter from underneath them urged her otherwise. A low hum of agreement rumbled in her throat, her head tilting forward in the slightest to press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. "It was nice." Her lips brushed across his jawline, stubble scratching her chin. "But we do have to."

Only after pecking his cheek softly did Violet finally detach herself from him, her fingers interlocking with his as she took a step back. "I can only imagine what mess they've managed to cause already, if we leave them any longer..." Letting her words hover in the air, Violet gave him a knowing look, the shyest of smiles creeping on to her mouth when she noticed the discoloured tinge on his own lips. “Oh! You’ve got a little bit of lipgloss—“ Using her free hand to try and rub it from his lips, she couldn’t swallow back the giggle that broke free. “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just — it’s definitely your color.”

#c: ned #( chats. )

[violetbecker]

@dashhastings​

"—I mean I like the remake a lot, but nothing can beat the original in my opinion." Violet spoke, glancing at the screen from over the girls heads. Darcy and Val were sat crossed legged infront of the television, a fluffy blanket underneath them and a bowl of popcorn inbetween the two of them. Dash was to her left, lounging on the couch and listening with a polite smile as she went on one of her many rambles. Though she had originally planned to use her day off by diving back into a painting she was working on, her plans swiftly changed when the girls came barrelling into the manor. They had baked treats and all agreed on a movie — Jumanji, the original. With the girls engrossed in the film, Violet inclined her head in her honorary cousin's direction before offering a soft smile when she caught his eye. "Sorry, I get carried away with myself as you well know. But enough of my word vomit. How have you been? I heard your basket received most of the bids, I was meaning to congratulate you on the achievement. Did you have fun?"

#c: dash #( chats. ) #( i hope this is ok! )

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winters-studio·:

Winter was in the middle of town along the main road, she had a small keyboard set up and a sign. One of the families of the children she was working with through her musical therapy group had lost their home to a fire, and she wanted to help out in anyway she could. The child was playing on the keyboard and she was holding a basket explaining the situation asking for donations. She smiled at the next person who came to her basket and held it up, “Hi, would it be too much trouble to ask for a few spare coins if you can help out?”

The music was what caught Violet's attention first, her feet taking her towards the sound without real conscious thought. After quickly skimming over the sign, the werewolf felt a heaviness rest in her chest. Her heart went out to them, and before the woman had even finished her question, Violet already had her purse in hand. "I haven't got any coins, but here–– take this." Handing out a twenty dollar bill, her gaze flickered to little girl playing the piano, lips stretching into a soft smile. "She's really talented."

#c: winter #( chats. )

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rocioparadiso·:

“Bitch, I’m a cow, bitch I’m a cow–” To anyone that didn’t know her, she might have come off like a lunatic. Although those that did know her might have thought much of the same, too. One could never say that she was predictable in anything that she did that was for sure. “It’s so catchy,” she said a little louder than intended over the music as she attempted to dance, snapping her fingers as she sung along. “Moooo–” Finally, as the song ended she looked up, falling into laughter at the expression that was directed at her. “C’mon, don’t give me that look. It’s funny.”

She had only wanted a cup of coffee, a quick pick me up before she dove into scrapbooking. Violet hadn't anticipated having to manoeuvre around Rocio, lips pressing together in an attempt to stifle the laughter that fought its way out as she observed the dance moves being displayed. The werewolf had managed to potter about around her though, and was cradling the mug by the time the song came to an end, amusement laced in the grin spreading across her lips. "That was something else, Ro. I'm both curious and slightly afraid to ask how on Earth you come across those kind of songs."

#c: rocio #( chats. ) #( do i love her? the answer is more likely than u think. )