#dark violet writing

[voices-in-dark-violets-head]

He'd always been such a good boy...

Well, not really. He was a Mightyena after all. So that meant flaunting authority when the mood took him, which was most of the time. And hell, you try stopping a huge hound like him from sitting on the couch...

And it also meant flirting. But when it's a beast with a bite that can crush tree trunks, flirting isn't a handful of daisies. It's a flagging tail when he knows you're watching. It's swaying his balls. It's lying on top of you when you're in bed, the distinctive weight of his sheath on your belly...

But that's not even when he really wanted something. No, you'll know when that happens, because you'd feel the claws, and the panting against your neck, and the cold earth against your cheek as he pulls up your rear.

And his paws would hook around your waist, powerfully, indulgently firm. A hold that means you're not going to escape until he's properly tied you down...

Oh, and that's why you have to keep a wary eye out. Because he ain't just doing it on a lazy Saturday afternoon at home. He'll do it half-way through the night if he's woken up from a lustful dream, dragging you out from under your covers. Or he'll grab your arm in his jaws mid-hike, and pull you into the grasses for some wild indulgence. And whether he plants his rear against your crotch or rams his sheath between your cheeks, you have mere seconds to give him what he wants, before he viciously, indulgently takes it...

...Like I said.

He's always been such a good boy <3

[mournfulroses]

Lana del Rey, from a poem featured in her poetry collection titled Violet Bent Backward Over the Grass

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Violet Piper Twenty-Four, Candidly (via @voicedwords) // Richard Siken in an interview with Green Linden Press

[embeccy]

"she vanishes, like a fairy tale."

- Aleksandr Kuprin

[improbabledragon]

Okay one of my favorite things about dark heir is the way it gave me a story where the main character has a dark secret and in some ways things would be simpler if he just told his friends but, alas, he does not trust his friends, he thinks if he tells them, that they will turn on him … BUT HES RIGHT

This is a trope in a hundred thousand stories and I almost always hate it because miscommunication as a plot complication is frustrating and boring to me usually

But here???? HERE???? The whole time I was like, you know what Will, you are correct do not tell your friends yet actually. And you know it’s gonna come out eventually but the timing has gotta be just right. Have to wait long enough that they know you better and trust you and will stop themselves from just killing you immediately

But wait too long and Uh Oh you have been Lying To Your Friends For Months and now they trust you Less, for this has added to your sins

And then it comes out and Will was right they all turn on him 😭

Well. Almost.

[weasley25]

Ok send me a number and a Bridgerton Pairing and I’ll make a mood board! If I like the idea enough I may write a one shot!

Credit for the prompt list: @nephilimeq

[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2024: 4 Reticent

“Argh! I cannot stand it!”

Dark Autumn looked up as C’oretta strode into the office and began—not so much pacing, as agitated bouncing from point to point in a semi-regular pattern. Violet bounced along, trying to keep up, but soon flumped onto her purple rump in the middle of the carpet, looking dizzy.

“So there’s this problem in the lab and Ryss and Zoissette are arguing about the aethercurrent variables except you know how they argue it’s not like a proper fight and it just makes me itchy and in the meanwhile they don’t want to listen to my ideas and Apple isn’t around where is she anyway I haven’t seen Meya today either come to think of it anyroad the variance in current isn’t the problem but those beanpoles are too in the clouds to listen!”

Dark finished the final column, signed off on the sheet, set it aside and sat back to give her full attention to the frustrated Miqo’te.

“Right? So I was doing the math you know I’m good at it for instance you forgot a carry there—” She had glanced at the sheet as she moved, upside down from her perspective, and the carry wouldn’t have been missed if there hadn’t been an energetic pink distraction in the room—“And so I tried to fix it cuz sometimes the best way to just get anything done in there is to just do it while people are having their debates you know and then suddenly I was being tossed out!”

Dark raised an eyebrow.

C’oretta sighed. “Okay yeah I know I need to show my work and not just fix it even if it’s wrong and that’s super itchy to see and also it’s really obvious like I don’t know how such brillliant people miss it but we do get distracted a lot maybe it’s too many cooks but I’m trying to do my part and help.

Dark shook her head, a light smile on her lips.

“I suppose I could just write it down ooh I should get a journal I could make it all cute with stickers and glitter okay maybe not glitter Silent Coeurl would murder me unless I did it outside so it doesn’t get all over the house and I can put the extra stickers on the chocobos’ beaks cuz that’d be adorable and then I’d have a journal with all my notes and ugh I guess I can write out the formulas and long division and whatever else Zoissette wants to see and then they’ll have to pay attention.”

Dark made a thoughtful grunt.

“They probably are done debating by now and maybe willing to listen especially if I look cute and promise to show them how I figured it out but oh could you walk Violet and give her a treat cuz we’re bound to go over time?”

Dark nodded.

“Thanks Dark you’re the best I feel so much better when we talk and I bet Silent Coeurl’s got a journal I can use I’ll need a cute pen too better make it five cuz I’ll lose them anyroad Violet you stay with Auntie Dark I have equations to share.”

She bound out, Violet sighing heavily as she moved over to drape herself over Dark’s feet.

Dark leaned down to scritch the small behemoth between her horns. The walk could wait a few more minutes as she reached for the last add sheet to fix the accounting error.

[thatuselesshuman]

Yk how in YA/new adult fantasy/dystopia the female protagonist usually falls in love with the dark and mysterious male rival/enemy who has phat muscles and is like 6'2?

Sometimes I just want the reverse of that where the male protagonist falls down bad in love with the badass female rival/enemy who could probably crush his head with her thighs and GOD HE WISHES-

[ithseem]

Hijabi MC Shenanigans+Headcanons in Saligia

Guy

Guy: *tries to kiss MC in the beginning*

MC, punching him: NO KISSING

Toa

Toa: This has absolutely no alcohol content. Have you ever HAD wine before?

MC: No, nor do I ever plan to because my religion STRICTLY FORBIDS EVEN GOING NEAR THE STUFF

Toa:

Fenn

MC be dodging his advances like a Bollywood action movie protagonist

Roy

MC: At least I can have some semblance of normalcy

Lynt

Lynt tryna use her as a pillow, but she politely declines, since her religion forbids her from coming into contact with men

Other Things That May or May Not Have Happened

MC draping her duvet over her head as a makeshift hijab when unexpected visitors come

MC gets caught washing her feet in the sink for wudhu

MC feeling incredibly disoriented bc she has no idea which way the Qiblah (the direction of the Kabah in Mecca) is, so offering prayer is a nightmare and a half

MC lowkey upset bc the Quran does not exist in Saligia (iirc). And Lou wishes he could help

Rio and Thoma getting worried about MC during Ramadhan (whenever that is. It's super stressful not knowing when the Islamic calendar lines up with the calendar here) bc she's going from dawn till dusk without food or drink for a month

MC happily answering her friends' questions about her religion (they are genuinely curious)

MC's S-Rank friends apologizing for what they did in the first few chapters (I cannot be certain if they fully understand the true ramifications of what they've done, but they feel bad regardless, since they don't like to see MC upset)

Lance would be genuinely curious about her religion also and try to make a safe space for her (Lance doesn't discriminate, a person in need of a safe space is a person in need of a safe space)

Sherry and Violet go shopping with MC often and they often find some really cute and modest clothes for her

J*sper is normal in this AU, so he actually respects her religion

Tino freaks out and profusely apologizes whenever he accidentally makes something haram to eat for her. Knight would also do the same

Grayson wondering why she only eats fruits and vegetables here, and she tell him that she is not sure if the meats are halal, and she does not want to take any chances and accidentally eat something haram

to all the hijabi CoD players, I write this for you

[taintedandviolent]

Il n'y a pas d'amour éternel meme dans les livres il n'y en a pas.

Just realized I put together an all-floral outfit

[vaguekiwi]

Omg non-con violet rain 👀

Short spin-off 👀

- 🍹

(in reference to this post)

no see you get it anon 😌

I have a "What If" series for Violet Rain in the works, but this idea is so dark that I'm thinking like... completely separate thing. I'm just really digging the idea of a non-con forced marriage AU right now, and there's so much potential to that. Like: modern or medieval royalty AU? Omegaverse or no? Redemption arc or just dark dead dove stuff?

[plusultraetc]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRESENT MIC, I got you (super)villainy <3

[mournfulroses]

Lana del Rey, from Violet Bent Backward Over the Grass; "Never to Heaven,"

[leonsdolly]

looking at the dark content they're denouncing in the leon x reader tag, and they're like the most incredibly well written works you've ever read

[cowperviolet]

Also. Do you know that famous Sappho poem about ‘Aphrodite overcame me, I cannot weave’?

Well

Apparently, the word she used was not eros (“love, passion”) but pothos—the same word used of Alexander the Great to describe his desire to conquer the world.

[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2023 Day 22: Fulsome

C’oretta opened the door and sighed heavily as she got the lights. She really needed to finish this task. “All right come on Violet let’s get you a snack and in your bed while I get this work done.”

The little piggy squealed happily, running around her legs as C’oretta set out snacks and made sure Violet’s bed was in the big window, right in the light.

Once her little buddy was snuggling in for a nap, C’oretta went to the table where the next few boxes waited.

Her childhood home was terribly empty and quiet; she had given away or sold some of the furnishings and general items, though some furniture remained, covered in tarps and mothballs. She hadn’t swept or dusted in awhile, but would do so to get the worst out before having a maid service come in and scour the place top to bottom.

For now, her plan was to rent it out; she had taken over all the financials and property, given her mother’s condition, but the thought of living here herself wasn’t a good one. Not yet. It also just wasn’t terribly convenient, truth be told, especially with her company moving to Gridania.

Khell had owned the house outright, thanks to his Coliseum winnings, but taxes and utilities and other bills still had to be paid and if it weren’t for her family’s long-time retainers (who also had to be paid on schedule) helping her out, C’oretta would be in much more trouble.

But before she could rent the place, she had to go through her parents’ possessions. Some had gone to Mama in her hospital room, to keep her happy and comfortable. There was a lot in storage though, some C’oretta hadn’t seen in years—if ever!--that required decisions.

This box, for instance, seemed to be full of old newspapers and flyers for both Khell and C’leiha’s old performances.

“The Clanless Triumphs Again! Khell dominates in a barefisted brawl against the Redrock Brothers!”

“...the ballet’s shining star, C’leiha Tehn, elevated the entire show with her sublime performance…”

“Khell the Clanless on Exhibition! Witness the Fisticuffs Master take on all-comers!”

“The Divine C’leiha Tehn will dance for the Sultana’s birthday celebrations, a gift from the Traders themselves…”

C’oretta sorted through the papers. Some of the fulsome praise seemed the genuine gushing of excited fans, some of it exaggerated to get people into seats.

If life had gone according to her parents’ plans, there might have been stacks of papers praising C’oretta’s performances—or bemoaning how she did not live up to her mother’s graceful beauty. She had never even considered the Coliseum, though she might have done all right there.

C’oretta shook her head and closed up the box. She liked her adventuring life just fine, and not dealing with quite as much attention as the Warrior of Light—many of the articles and reports and face-to-face interactions her friend dealt with sounding a little too much like the ones in her box, set aside on the “keep” pile.

Their Champion could have that praise; it was earned, even if some of it was given less sincerely than others.

With Violet snoring away in the sunlight, C’oretta began sorting the next box.