#violet arias

[doeeyedgirl]

this is how i feel

[carm3n-carm3n]

can’t wait for halloween 🎃🤎❤️🍂 !

[aria-greenhoodie]

More Wordgirl meme redraws…

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[minneedssleep]

Theres so many integrity souls so i decided to draw them.

The creator of each designs :

Lilac by @squidpedia

Yue by @rheakira

Flo by @s0ckh3adstudios

Rina by @napstablookbutno

Piper by @draft-void

Muse by @feerloy

Aria by @oddity-art-blog

And Violet by me :))

Bonus :

[meganlovelace]

i turned 14 and started basing my whole personality on these bitches

[doeeyedgirl]

just bought a similar top to the one ali had the night she died i can feel my soul turning evil

[aria-greenhoodie]

Time for more Wordgirl redraws! Wordgirl carrying her friends so nicely and making sure they don’t fall…

…Vs her carrying Tobey by the neck of his dumb sweater vest one-handed 💀 she is not bothered by the prospect of him falling.

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[ethanlaundrv]

it’s finally their season 🍁😭☕️🍂

[clemssigss]

wanna listen to morrissey? 💿

[meganlovelace]

[eleutheria4ever]

he loves me, he loves me not

[candiedviolence]

Aria Montgomery 🖤

[doeeyedgirl]

hello, you

[seemethroughglass]

[aria-greenhoodie]

There’s four of them you know what that means

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Based on this image I found on Pinterest ↓

Edit: just found out the original image was made by rosieepetalz!

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 631, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1382

Peter and I sat in the conference room with Katie sitting in between us as the babies puttered around the room, babbling softly as they explored this uncharted territory. Principal Mayers sat at the head of the table with her hands folded tightly in front of her and her left eyebrow twitching painfully. Daryll Johnson and his parents were sitting directly across from the three of us, the little monster drooling and flailing about in his seat, clearly not wanting to be there.

“Mr. Ratajczyk, I understand that you are taking the Johnsons to court to have them cover the cost for Katie’s surgery,” the principal began in a terse tone of voice being cut off by my husband’s snarl.

“This meddling twerp-” he sent the handicapped boy a withering glare. “Should have people following him at this school, keeping him from doing shit like this! Why doesn’t he have an aid?”

“It is recommended that he has an aid with him at all times,” Principal Mayers acknowledged his irritability calmly. “There’s only so much that the school can do without the parent’s explicated permission.”

Peter turned to face the parents with murder on his face. He opened his mouth to say something scathing to them, only to calm down when I settled my hand onto his knee.

“My love, you need to calm the everloving hell down,” I hissed at him. “It will do no one any good if you lose your temper now.”

“We can’t afford a lawsuit,” the mother interjected just then, her sloppy bob and wrinkled shirt telling me that she was barely making ends meet as it already was.

“I think you mean, you can’t afford a lawsuit,” bitched Daryll’s father grumpily, unbuttoning his nice jacket. “You have been alienating my son from me and using his child support that I send you every month on-”

Principal Mayers coughed, ending the seething man midrant.

“This is not the place to fight over custody,” she warned in a firm voice. “This is simply a meeting to determine what Daryll will face for breaking Katie’s leg on school grounds during teaching hours. Katie, how is your leg doing, while I’m thinking about it?”

Katie then threw her leg up onto the table to proudly show off the ugly scar that marked her skin. Peter and I had both found a laser treatment center that accepted the family insurance plan and was in easy driving distance to break down the scar tissue and make her healed injury less noticeable.

“It still hurts whenever it’s cold out or I’m on my feet for a prolonged period of time,” she frowned. “My foot will probably never be the same, but that’s okay! The seasons change, and so do I!”

“But mesies and mesies babies givies her all the lovies she wantsies!” Tommy announced just then, toddling over and demanding to be lifted onto his mommy’s lap. “Uppie uppie uppie!”

I kissed his face, being rewarded with a gleeful screech from the delightfully tubby little man before he settled down, grabbing a fistful of my loose curls and cramming them into his mouth and beginning to chew quietly. I saw Peter glancing at the other babies, who were currently bopping around the room, babbling softly as they all played out little baby scenarios in their heads.

I turned back to the situation at hand, where Daryll’s mother was venomously denying any and all faulthoods of her disabled son.

“Daryll couldn’t hurt a fly- he’s a harmless little boy!” blubbered the woman, who was very clearly encouraging her son’s misdeeds, and was now attempting to cover for herself. Principal Mayer’s only response was to turn on the television in the corner and show a compilation of the little turd bullying Katie. The woman’s pathetic sputters died down into uncomfortable silence as Katie threw her bad foot into her father’s lap with a soft whine.

“You doing good there?” Peter rumbled as he began to gentle massage her scarred leg. He got an affirmative meep of response as the principal shot the ashamed mother a look of utter disgust.

“The school board had since reviewed the case file, and after coming to an unanimous vote, decided that it would be in Daryll’s best interest if he pursued other schools in his educational journey,” she announced in a grim tone of voice.

“Can I please have a copy of everything? I’m currently fighting my ex for full custody,” his father announced. “Through my workplace, I have access to more accommodations- a school with an adequate IEP program, caregivers who can tend to him and his every which needs, therapies that could prove helpful-”

“Then why hasn’t Daryll been provided with those resources?” Katie demanded to know just then as the dismissal bell rang, followed by the pitter patter of students leaving class.

“Mo stór!” I hissed at her forwardness- I wasn’t sure if her blunt attitude was a result of her Down’s Syndrome or just a random personality trait.

“Māmā!” she retorted back to me in playful Chinese with an equal frown.

“Knock knock!” Elizabeth meeped from the doorway, entering in at her daddy’s irritated finger flick. “Hihi mommy, hihi daddy, hihi Tommy, hihi Baby Eve, hihi Baby Mattie, hihi Baby Teddy, hihi Baby Jojo!”

“BIG SIS SISS!” screamed Baby Jojo, leading the stampede over to their big sister, who dropped her backpack with her sister’s school bag before offering to corral the babies and take them to the garden to hunt for ladybugs.

“That would be welcomed, thank you Bitty,” Peter smiled, his shoulders sagging a little less once the tiny Ratajczyk members were out of the stressful room, leaving myself, Tommy, Peter, Katie, Daryll, his parents and Principal Mayers.

~xoXox~

Peter and I both shook Principal Mayer’s hand forty minutes later as Daryll’s parents bickered, his father taking him with him for his allotted two weeks and uttering a threat that his mother would hear from his lawyers in regards to modifying their custody agreement.

“Wowee, I hope you and daddy never split up!” Katie frowned as she led us to the gardens in search of Elizabeth and the babies. Peter carried the girls’ backpacks on one shoulder and toted a happily napping Tommy on his hip as Katie led us outside.

The sight of Baby Jojo giggling as a swam of ladybugs crawled on her arms and face made my face break out into a smile. Baby Eve was hiding behind big sister Elizabeth as Baby Teddy was dancing aimlessly, with big brother Baby Mattie pulling weeds peacefully.

“Bitty, we’re ready to go now!” Peter rumbled, resulting in a flood of babies pouring towards him and obediently toddling after him as he led the family around to where he had parked the Doom Buggy 3.0. for the ride back home again.

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

Māmā, mommy, Chinese 

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