#violet’s musings.

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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 :

[bellarkeselection]

1 - Welcoming the Bridgerton’s

Part 2

The Venus Muse

Here's the first chapter y'all! I am sorry to say that I couldn't tag some of you that asked to be added. If you could give me an update profile tag I will add you that way.

Buckingham Palace was always busy with something going on. The royal castle had many children over the years running around it. I knew this place better than anyone else could imagine. And that truth will help me change my life forever. 

“Your highness, which tiara would you wish for today?” One of my handmaidens named Sunset asked me. 

She was standing by my table vanity that had quite a few tiaras sitting on top of them. Sitting on my bed the fabric of my golden dress swayed when I walked up to her. “The one with three center jewels and the pearl necklace.” 

“Of course, my lady.” She nodded where I lowered my head and she set the tiara in the center. 

The tiara sparkled when the light bounced off the light coming through the window. I stood in front of the tall mirror eyeing my gown that was golden, short sleeves decorated in lace and was long where you couldn’t see the short brown boots I wore unless my dress flew up from the wind. “Sunset, do you think my mother shall begin pressuring me this year?” 

“It is not my place to speak on.”

I reassured her otherwise. “Don’t worry about prying ears. I am asking for your opinion.” 

“I would say she seeks what is best for you, Lady Y/n.” Sunset answered with a shrug of her shoulders. 

Someone knocked on the outside of my door before another lady in waiting peaked her head inside. “Princess, your mother is coming this direction.” I nodded brushing my hands down the front of my dress. 

The door of my bedroom opened for me to see my mother, Lady Danbury and Brimsley all walking up to my room. “I yearn for someone fresh, someone unexpected,  to turn this season on its head. That is what we need. There is no room for indifference.  Apathy is a blight the monarchy simply cannot endure.” 

“Of course, Your Majesty. But remember, a young lady cannot be a diamond until you anoint her as such. So if for any reason you do not find one among the candidates today…” 

My mother cut off her friend. “Do you think she will return?  We have heard nary a peep from Lady Whistledown since last season ended. Perhaps the writer came to her senses. Perhaps she realized taking on her queen was a bad idea, and she will never publish again.”

Lady Danbury responded. “It is a convincing theory, ma'am.”

“Or she simply left for the country, as the rest of us did in the off-season, bored by the lack of any real gossip.”

Lady Danbury made a noise. “Hmm. “

“You do know what that would make her, then?” My mother Queen Charlotte trailed off. 

I finished her sentence being fair too noisy, needing to listen to the conversation of the famous gossiping writer. “One of us.”

“My darling daughter, you look radiant as ever.” My mother turned away from her friend to face me. 

I sent her a smile waving to Lady Danbury to not be rude. “It’s good to see you, Lady Danbury.” 

“Good to see you too, Princess Y/n.” She smiled. 

My mother clasped her hands together in front of her puffy white dress. “I have been needing to speak with you and what this evening needs to entail for you and your happiness.” 

“You wish for me to marry a prince and provide heirs for the crown.” I rolled my eyes already thinking of the answer she would say. 

Yet to my surprise she said almost the opposite. “I wish for you to have happiness and many children. It would help if your husband was royalty, but it is not a requirement.” 

“It isn’t?” Knitting my brows in confusion. 

She takes my hands in hers. “I didn’t get the chance to search for love on my own. My brother arranged my marriage with your father. So I secretly hope that you, my firstborn daughter, can have some fun.” 

“Mother, I…that means so much to me.” I smiled through some happy tears. 

Footsteps came down the long hallway and around the corner before we saw my father’s servant named Reynolds. “My Queen, my princess. I have news.” He bowed with a hand behind his back. 

“What is it, Reynolds?” I asked him. 

He shifted his gaze to mine. “You're father is having an episode, Princess.” 

“Oh…” I made a noise in discomfort. I knew of his illness 

That was the secret my mother and the rest of my siblings and I kept hidden from thr world. They needed to believe that the king was just always busy and so his wide made the appearances out on the town. “Hmm it appears we may have to cancel the ball tonight for the Bridgertons.” My mother sighed in defeat knowing her husband came first. 

“We shall not cancel.” My mother and Reynolds’s both shifted their attention over to me when I had spoken up the opposite of what they assumed would need to be done. “We should not cancel because I can represent the family in your place, mother.” 

She tapped her chin in thought. “I suppose that could solve our problem. I don't wish to cancel the months of preparation that were put into this.” 

“Exactly that would be a tragedy.” 

The queen turned to her husband's helper with instructions. “Inform my husband I will come to his aid. Brimsley?” 

“Yes, your Majesty.” 

She gave him a different set of orders. “Inform the Viscount Bridgerton that my daughter shall be appearing tonight before myself.” He bowed and went in a different direction then Reynolds. 

“Thank you, mother.” I smiled curtseying to her before we parted for the evening. It was quite a few hours before the ball with our castle subjects and the Bridgertons would even begin. By the evening the moon was shining up in the sky and the grand ballroom was lit up like a christmas tree. 

Standing silently outside the currently shut double doors I stopped fiddling with my dress when one of the royal guards gave me a head nod saying it was time. I could hear the announcer's voice before the doors had even begun opening. “May I present to you her royal highness. The daughter of King George and Queen Charlotte, Princess Y.n of England.”

“Thank you, sir.” I whispered to another guard that came to me when I had made my entrance through the doors feeling all eyes on me. Sucking in a tiny breath he escorted me to the small throne before we unlinked arms leaving me on my own. The small crown on my head had never felt so heavy as it did right now. “Greetings my subjects. I am here to announce that my mother got called away tonight for an emergency. But she saw no reason why this event couldn’t go on as planned. So with that in mind let me extend a warm welcome to Violet Bridgerton and her family for traveling here for a few months.”

Everyone began clapping and cheering with an older looking woman who had dark brown hair up in a crown on her head that came up to me and gave a lovely curtsey. “Princess, it is a pleasure to get an invitation.”

“I hope I can get to meet your family greatly over your stay, Lady Bridgerton.”

“Princess Y/n, may I ask you something?” Someone called my name causing me to lift my gaze up noticing someone moving through the crowd. The figure paused beside the Bridgerton woman who seemed to give the man a confused but amused depression on her face. 

I clicked my tongue and answered the stranger's question. “What is your question, my lord?”

“I was wondering if you would accept my offer for a dance together this evening.” The stranger seemed similar to the woman he was standing beside him. I was fairly certain they were related, but which son was he if they were. 

He extended his hand up to me and I smiled, placing my smaller hand in his larger one. “I accept so long as I know which Bridgerton are you?”

“Benedict, Benedict Bridgerton.” He replied leading me out and onto the dance floor with the entire room having theur eyes focused on the two of us.

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[tamatanz]

i love him a normal amount

[kokusfluffyhair]

Can Gregory Violet predict the future?

I'm wondering if Violet can predict the future and sketches out his visions. At the Swan Pavillion, Violet draws the opening party of the cricket tournament.

Which Ciel later remembers and states that "they (the sisters) look exactly like in Violet's drawing":

This could be a coincidence and if course through the years Violet has seen the family members of his peers at these opening party. However, he also drew a maze. It's not a map of the dormitory that Ciel later sets on fire, but was Violet anticipating having to take an escape route (which can resemble a maze)?

But his most fascinating drawing comes at the end of the scene.

Could this be interpreted as Sebastian's true form going to devour Ciel's soul?

It's all probably fun speculation on my part, but if anyone would be a random psychic in this arc, it would be Gregory Violet.

[soeurdelune]

avatars (400 x 640): maude apatow, signés lune/soeurdelune

inspirations: paris, texas (1984, dir. wim wenders) ; the florida project (2017, dir. sean baker) ; florida blues by cruel youth, california dreamin' by bobby womack ; california by chappell roan.

[violet-stormbringer]

yoinking this from @fairygodpiggy

Without taking new pics, post one of your OCs as a:

Romanceable NPC

Quest-giver NPC

Final Boss

[biblewaterzzz]

[proteesiukkonen]

Somehow I've managed to stay pretty unspoiled by the majority of the new gen pokémon, and tbh I love it that now while playing Scarlet, several times I've looked at something in the wild areas and went "what the FUCK is THAT"

[rubywolf0201]

I’m gonna say this but wow. Pecharunt’s backstory is similar to Momotaro’s but with the dark twist is that it gained the old couple’s affections by using its Binding Mochi

But however, deep down, Pecharunt wants to be loved by the old couple, despite the fact that they’ve been controlled by its poison, by bringing in gifts for them which makes them happy.

The same could be said for Okidogi, Munkidori and Fezandipiti. He really cared for them and genuinely treasured their companionship despite doing the same thing he did to the old couple.

All in all, I guess you can say that Pecharunt is kind of a misguided Pokèmon that wants to be loved but thinks that by giving their ‘loved ones’ the mochi they produced, it’ll create a bond between them.

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Guys rate their clubhouse !!!

I drew this from memory and in like 5 minutes so ye

The integrity souls designs in the back are from @s0ckh3adstudios @squidpedia @rheakira and @feerloy

Violet would personally rate it a 5/10 cuz theres caprisuns

[undergroundrockpress]

Ultra Violet (aka Isabelle Collin Dufresne), late 60s.

[rosesonbreeze]

@euphoriclusts | Edmund Bridgerton and Violet Ledger, Inside Violet's Bedroom at the Ledger Estate

The path of true love never did run easy, yet Violet never expected as much theatrics from a dinner party. The goal was simple; to gather the Bridgerton-Ledger's and pave the path to familiarity before the wedding day. But her mother's agenda could not be stifled, and her passive-aggressiveness shifted into aggression. Talk of Edmund's open-minded ways being dangerous for a young woman of her energy. Or of the Bridgerton's in general; well-mannered and titled as they may be, so firmly egalitarian that her uppity mother thought it improper. When tempers flared (and to her surprise, Edmund's own), the dinner came to a quick end. Holed up in her bedroom, she taps her fingers on the bedside table. Edmund always found her on nights like these, the familiar and hidden route to her bedroom learned since childhood. Yet she worries, and that worry shows when she opens her bedroom door to the lightest of knocks. "I was afraid you would not come." Violet confesses urgently, taking Edmund's arm and pulling him into her chambers before her lady's maid (or heaven forbid, her mother) catch onto his presence. "That was humiliating. Even more so than usual. I-" Violet sighs. "How can I ask you to bear her for the rest of our lives?" How could she ask it of him, when she can barely ask it of herself or her father?

[budugu]

Someone said "imagine having a bridgerton as a brother", LISTEN HERE MY DUDE . I could never see a bridgerton as my brother. If you don't know what I mean, you should know better than to ask why.

[violet-stormbringer]

"That uniform of yours...is it not stiflingly hot?"

"We can't all run around with our tits out, Clive. Besides, it could be worse. I could be wearing an unnecessarily elaborate cape."

"That last part felt targeted."

"It was. Give me your cape."

[c0stiffen]

CHAPTER 3 LETS GO!!!

[adr-n-sketchy]

Please, stay, love me through the weather Please, say this will be forever Hold me in the darkness Even when it's hard with you It's a little bit, little bit better

I started this when the song was new and now it's a lot less new