#violet-royalty

[iamlivingmusic]

Storm in the Quiet by/for @justallihere

[m00nb04rd5]

Do Kinger from digital circus

Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus)

[harrytylesss]

The Fight of our Lives Vi x reader smut

TW: wlw smut, not much plot

this is my first smut scene ever written so it might be really bad

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You’re an enforcer working for Ambessa Medarda, being her adopted daughter with years of combat training she entrusted a very important mission, find Violet. Violet was a staple in the uprising against Piltover. She was constantly coming up with new ways to slaughter Pilties- that’s what Ambessa said at least. She was a Zaunite who usually spent her time in a bar called ‘The Last Drop’.

You pull your hands deep into the fabric of your pockets, seeking warmth as you make your way through the cold, stretch of the Undercity. The chill bites at your exposed skin, and the hood of your covers your face, offering a small measure of protection against the prying eyes that dart curiously in your direction. The dimly lit streets are lined with crumbling buildings, their silhouettes blending into the inky darkness, while the distant murmurs of the city's underbelly swirl around you, creating an uneasy symphony of whispers and echoes.

You find yourself standing before an imposing structure nestled deep within the shadowy recesses of the Undercity. The air is thick with a sense of anticipation as your gaze is drawn to a large sign above the entrance, its sickly green glow casting eerie shadows across the cobblestone street. The words “The Last Drop” flicker ominously, beckoning you closer. With a deep breath, you push open the creaking swinging doors of the pub. Instantly, you’re enveloped by a wave of vibrant sounds and flashing lights that pulse rhythmically, creating a dizzying atmosphere that clashes with the dull ache pulsing in your temples. The air is thick with the mingling scents of spiced drinks and body heat, and as the music reverberates through your head, you can't help but hiss softly, your headache echoing louder in protest.

The swinging door hits the wall with a loud bang, one reverberates through the bar. The music suddenly stops and the entirety of the bar turns to face you, I pull off the hood, revealing your scarred face.

“Violet” you call out, beckoning her to make her presence known.

A woman who sat in a booth surrounded by beautiful women all laying and playing with her sat up cooly. “Who are you?” she whistles sharply, commanding the residents of the pub to leave, they obey with a few growls and groans, all pushing past you to exit the building.

“My name is [Your Name] and I've come to arrest you for crimes against Piltover,” you say sternly, watching her and she stands and approaches you.

“Now, you think you blue belly can just walk into my bar and arrest me? You have the nerve?” she snorts, her muscular form threatening over you.

“Well yeah, I was kind of hoping you’d-” you begin, distracting her before hitting her in the stomach hard, she keens over in surprise. You try to run behind her and cuff her, but you're too slow and she stands back up, chuckling lowly.

“You really are something” she says. Before you know it you feel a cold metal clashing with your skull, you crash onto the ground feeling darkness envelope you as you lose consciousness.

When you wake you find yourself sitting on a bed, a small bed placed in a small, dirty room. You look around, it seems to be a fighter's room- with all the boxing gear and face paint. There's a pounding in your head that makes you feel like you're going to pop.

“Ah, finally awake I see,” a woman taunts as she walks into the room.

“Violet?” you ask, confused why and where she had taken you. “What am I doing here”

“Vi, actually” she retorts, sitting down on the bed next to you. Your eyes widen as her fingers trace along your cheekbones, you try to back away from her electric touch, but she grabs your jaw, forcing you to stay put. She examines your face, eyes lingering on an upcoming bruise on your eye, “fuck, I hit ya that hard?” she chuckles. Your eyes follow hers, seeming content she nods and stands back up.

“What am I doing here?” you repeat your question, tone laced with hate

“What, did you want me to leave you passed out in a bar so some lunatic could grab you?” she asks, looking back at you, you shake your head “that's what I thought.”

“I was supposed to arrest you!” you yell “not get knocked out and brought back to your house” you scowl hard.

”yeah, good job on that one, Sweetheart” she laughs, pulling your handcuffs out of her pocket and dangling them teasingly. She approaches you again on the bed “I really love seeing some pretty Piltie at the mercy of me” she admits

“Thats kinky” you roll your eyes “is that why I’m here? So you can fuck me?” you ask, not too opposed to the idea.

“I mean if that's what you want,” she teases in a seductive voice. You feel a warmth spread over your cheeks “oh shit, I wasn't serious” she laughs lowly at your reaction.

Your eyes widen, embarrassed “yeah- no- me too” you stutter a retort.

She looks into your eyes, her silvery irises staring with a mix of passion and want. “Its okay if you want to fuck me, Sweetheart, I wouldn't reject you”

You huff and turn your flushed face away, “Don't call me that, my name is [Your Name]” her hand suddenly grabs your thigh, hard, fingernails slightly digging into your soft skin, pulling a groan from your lips. You shoot a surprised look at Vi, and she replies with a smirk.

Her hands find your face and she pulls you in close, you want to fight back, remember your training, but your desire for the woman prevents that. The way the smallest of her touches ignites fires on your skin, the way her fingertips send shivers down your thigh. You part your lips, an invitation. She looks into your eyes with pure desire, attacking your lips with hunger. Your eyes widen, before you melt into the kiss. Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. Her tongue fights around your mouth, finding new places to taint with her wet muscle. Your groan into her as she begins biting on your bottom lip. Every time you let out a sound she becomes ravenous.

You pull away from the kiss, you and her separated, yet with a shining string of saliva connecting you two. You see her glossy, scarred, lips slightly agape as she gasps for air. Your face flushes red at the realization of what you just did, “Ambessa is going to kill me” you whisper to yourself, but you don't want this moment to end, not in the slightest. Vi looks up at you, waiting for your signal of what to do next “fuck it” you say, slightly louder, Vi’s eyebrows turn downward, a look of anticipation and lust covering her.

You grip the sides of her face, pulling her into a deeper and more passionate kiss, still messy- Vi still roughly exploring you, but more delicate. You groan, pushing your body into hers, her hands find their way to your waist, gripping down tightly as if you would fly away if she didn't. You subconsciously rub your thighs together, feeling heat pool at your core. Her eyes trace down your body, landing on your tensing legs, her hand finds its place back on your thigh, beginning to rub and massage the gentle skin on the inside. She breaks the kiss, feeling your hips rubbing onto your hand “such a needy thing, aren’t you?”

You follow VI’s gaze, down to your legs that seem to have a mind of their own- they’re needy, wanting the woman. You groan at the sight, she notices your reaction and trails her fingertips up closer to your core, you toss your head back, she bites her lip, looking at the exposed skin you just entrusted her access to.

“you don’t get much of this is pristine Piltover?” She taunts as she licks a long stripe up your throat, you shake your head, hands making their way up and down VI’s chest, you feel her muscles through her shirt, but also her perky tits, which earns you a deep groan from the woman, the vibrations sending through your throat. She bites down, you gasp instinctively grasping onto her hair, she sucks and licks at your neck, leaving trails of brusies that start to form as soon as her lips release the skin with a ‘pop’.

Her hands move up, leaving your thighs cold, to the hem of your shirt, she rips it over your head, leaving you in only a black bra. She inspects your chest, her eyes full of lust and craving, you unhook your bra from behind, allowing the fabric to fall into your lap. She blinks a few times “fuck, you’re gorgeous” she mumbles, her eyes locking with yours. Her hands grab onto you and pull you onto her lap, your legs straddling her hips. VI’s face is perfectly in line with your hard nipples, she bites her lips before attacking onto your left tit, she grabs the other in her hand, groping and squeezing it. You moan out loudly as her teeth gently clamp down on your sensitive bud, she smiles at the noise, continuing to lick around your tit. Then she switches, following the same pattern. Your whimpers echo around the room, hands wrapped around her throat.

She finally pulls off of your now swollen rack with a ‘pop’. You breathe heavily, picking her face up and turning it towards yours, you admire her beauty, rough exterior but a clear gentle heart. Her pink hair lightly sticking to her forehead with sweat, a few scars littering her otherwise freckled, pale skin, she had a tattoo of her name under one of her eyes. She lets you examine her for a moment before pushing you down onto the bed, your head lightly falling onto the soft pillows.

She begins toying with your waistband, you lift your hips so she can pull them off. She stares down at your almost fully exposed body, you only being left in underwear. “I’ve always wanted a blue belly to be writhing under me” she chuckles, seeing your wet state, it stained through your panties.

“So glad I could make your wishes a reality” you snark back, she straddles your hips, creating a small amount of friction that only fuels the fire in your core. She chuckles at your response. She grabs the handcuffs from her pocket, your eyes widen, she smirks and cuffs your hands together, placing them behind the bed frame. You writhe beneath her, looking for any sort of movement that could help you get off. Seeing that your not doing anything you come to your last resort “Please” you beg, sacrificing your dignity for your sexual release.

“Please what? Sweetheart?” she asks from above you, trailing her calloused hands across your stomach

“Please touch me, please fuck me, have me, please” you plead, your words receiving a growl from Vi. “And please take off your shirt”

She chuckles at the last point, seeing as it's only fair since you are almost completely naked. She quickly removes her shirt, revealing bandages covering her rack, she tosses the bandages away and is left exposed on top of you. Her beautiful tits and toned abs send a wave of want through your body, right to your heat. “Like the show, Sweetheart?”

You nod, she chuckles and gets off you, you groan, and she finds herself at the end of the bed, crouched down so her face is between your legs. All the while, her silvery eyes never leave yours, the sight sending more fluid to your core.

“You’re soaked, darling” she says, momentarily leaving your gave to take off your panties. You nod at her discovery, slightly embarrassed.

Her calloused fingers waste no time, finding their spot slowly and lightly stroking between your folds. You moan at the touch, like a deprived animal. She smirks, rubbing circles around your clit, drawing more whimpers from your mouth. Vi lowers her face, placing her mouth right above your hole, her nose slightly rubbing on your bud. You buck into her face, she chuckles and swipes her tongue over your core, licking your wetness away and replacing it with her salvia.

You moan loudly as she continues, now at a faster pace, pulling more mewls from you. “Fuck Vi” you stammer at her now unrelenting face, her mouth attacking your cunt like she hadn't eaten in years, and god she was good at it. “I-Ive never done this” you admit,

she stops, pulling a groan from you as her place is replaced by coldness. She looks up at you “What?”

“I've never fucked anyone before” you admit, tensing your face

She smiles “you could've said that before” she sighs “We can go slower-”

“No!” you practically cry “No, this is good” you try to compose yourself, causing a laugh from Vi. She shrugs and goes back between your legs, this time holding eye contact as she continues to eat you out. The sight accelerating both of you closer to a climax, Vi is getting off just by seeing your pretty little fucked out face.

Your muscles tense, legs clenching around the woman’s head, you both feel the oncoming release, you loudly cry out as she sucks on your sensitive nub, her work creating lewd slurping sounds that charge you to the edge, she removes her face from you, breathing hot pants into your cunt. You groan loudly at her disallowing your undoing. You buck your hips to her, but she pushes you down. She sticks two fingers into your mouth, you begin to suck on them, tongue rolling between the skin as you wet them with your saliva. Violet removes her fingers from your mouth and places them at your entrance, you yelp at the prodding, bite your lip, and nod for her to continue. She slowly pushes into you, index finger bottoming out before curling, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“fuck, Vi” you moan loudly, she loves the way you yell her name “don’t stop- please” you moan.

She stretches your walls, deliciously curling her finger whenever she deems necessary. She then pulls out of you completely, you look down at her confused, her face with an expression of triumph. She plunges her middle finger along with her index into your wet cunt. Pushing and curling, the squelch and moans you produce reverberate around the small room, finding their way into Vis ears and she uses them as fuel, speeding up her pace as she now hits your g-spot on every thrust, you feel drool slipping down your chin as you cock your head back. Your body begins to shake as she places her head back and begins to suck gently on your clit. You yell out at the boost of pleasure. You feel yourself reaching your climax, Vi feels it too, thrusting into you impossibly harder and swiping her tongue over your sensitive bud.

One last ear piercing moan leaves your swelled lips before you bite down, hard, and release onto Vis fingers and face. She chuckles, sending vibrations through your heat as she helps you ride out your orgasm. She unties your wrists and sits down on the bed next to you. You flop your head in her neck crevice and hold yourself there, your body aching and tired, but your mind racing.

“How was your first time, darling?” She teases, raising your head and looking at your flushed face, “or do you still want to arrest me?”

“Maybe later” you sigh, falling back onto the warm bed, Vi cuddled you from behind, spooning you on the small bed. You fall asleep easily, in the arms of the last woman you ever thought you’d sleep with.

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hope you liked!! Hopefully it wasn’t too bad, if you have any requests or want me to continue these I’ll listen. Have a good one!

[valkariel]

Dark Horse Champion

I think the black mage weapon is my favorite piece of gear out of all the raid tier's pieces. The gear sets themselves weren't quite my cup of tea, but for some reason, the model for the staff is really pretty with the wing detail. I echoed the feather detail of the staff in the headpiece from the back view and with the wings :>

Matching glam with Alca's Quetzalli glamour!

Head: Br'aaxskin Headband of Casting - metallic gold / honey yellow Body: Panthean Robe of Casting - default Hands: Thavanairian Armlets - dark purple / default Legs: Spaekona's Skirt - default / metallic gold Feet: Manusya Greaves of Casting - metallic gold

Earring: Dark Horse Champion's Earring of Casting Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: Augmented Lunar Envoy's Ring of Casting Left Ring: Dreadwyrm Ring of Casting

Main Hand: Dark Horse Champion's Rod - currant purple / metallic gold Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: Archangel Wings Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: Lakeland - The Forest of the Lost Shepherd

Shader: Faeberry Bokeh

[vaguekiwi]

What If: Under a Violet Rain

(Read on Ao3)

What if things had gone differently? What if Tony and Peter were engaged before the war? What if Beck escaped with Peter as a hostage? What if Tony took advantage of Peter on his knees? What if...?

[pro-royalty]

Amelia Gray as Violet Parr (Halloween 2024)

[pcrplevenom]

"Thank god, fissh aren't into cash." Soldan had a weird dream, and this is the last part she only remembered vividly.

[ithinkdogshouldvote2]

Me: "can we have Normal and Scary this week?"

Anthony Burch: "You have Normal and Scary at home."

Normal and Scary at home:

[smallmartiniolive]

You know what would be a cool warrior cat au? Sibling swap au. Not in personality or whatever because that just takes away from who the cats are but in roles and how/when they die.

I mean at face value what a cool au we would have Snowstar instead of Bluestar!! WRONG. Maybe? I mean Moonflower would be the med cat (bc she swapped with Goosefeather) but maybe those two would end up as Goose’s kits somehow, if he ever decided to have kits even though he’s a warrior now. So that would mean Thistleclaw would become leader right? Because he was the next candidate? WRONG AGAIN. He died as an apprentice replacing his sister. So does that mean we would have Sweetstar?? Who even knows!!

Also cats with no known siblings or only cat litters stay the same and I think this only applies to cats born in the same litter. Like Tigerstar is replaced by one of his sisters but Wind Runner has no known siblings (that I remember) even if she maybe had some so she stays

I just think it has a lot of endless possibilities, and consider, Princess replacing Firestar. Joining for a completely different reason and Firestar is the one who sticks around with his two legs (I like to think a twoleg kit moved in and they bonded and Rusty felt bad leaving so he sticks around). While Princess maybe gets convinced by Oliver and she joins Thunderclan. I just think it’d be radical!! Also the world building oh my gododododod THe- THE WORLDBUILDING! If you really want to get into it you could even go back to the beginning. Gray Wing, leader of Skyclan. Sun Shadow leader of Shadowclan. Wind Runner still runs Windclan (my Girlboss). Thunder is replaced by one of his dead siblings, rumble or lightning I think. River Ripple still runs Riverclan. Idk man I just feel it’s got that potential. GrayWingcreatorofskyclanwouldbesocoolanditwouldntevenbecalledskyclananymore

Ok ok I’m done rant over

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

Wanted Site Connection:

Born on the fifth day of the seventh moon of the year 117 a.c., Violet Vance is the fifth child of Lord Triston Vance and Lady Roslin Vance. As the daughter of one of the most ambitious couples of the realm, it wasn't a surprise when the youngest girl of the Vance house was betrothed to Prince Viserys Targaryen, Queen Rhaenyra's second youngest son. She is very close with her eldest sister, Lacey, who is always quick to praise her talent for sewing embroidery, which she shares with most of the women in her family, though her sisters and mother have remarked she may one day be the best of all of them. It is often claimed she comes off far beyond her years, with her great love of learning and her nose is always stuck in a book; the main passion she shares with her betrothed and one of her best friends, Prince Vis. Violet is easily the most extroverted of her family and has had a talent to charm almost everyone around her, She is particularly close with her two eldest siblings, Ser Willam and Lady Lacey, as well as Queen Rhaenyra's children, as all three of them were raised at court due to her mother, Roslin being Queen Rhaenyra's longest serving Lady in Waiting. She thrives in the busy enviornment of King's Landing's court, and has served as the cupbearer for the now Crown-Prince Jacaerys Velaryon-Targaryen, for the past three years. Due to her extroverted personality, Violet is a very popular friend amongst her peers, but foremost amongst them is Marla Grafton, the youngest child of Lord Willum and Lady Cissy, and since Marla's older brother Ser Robin is bethroded to Violet's older sister Lady Lacey, as well as being best friends, they'll be good sisters when her siblings marry. Despite her young age, she is perhaps a little too perceptive for everyone's comfort, and at times doesn't know when it's best to leave a remark unsaid, leading to the refrain that Violet is too clever for her own good. Suggested faceclaim: Georgie Henley in The Narnia Chronicles

Note: Character traits, faceclaim, and details are suggestions and can be reworked to a certain extent if discussed with the current members of the RP!

Violet is particularly wanted by her mother, Lady Roslin Vance, eldest brother, Ser William, and eldest sister, Lady Lacey, as well as by Prince Vis, Princess Rhaena, Prince Joffrey, Jocie Connington, and Princess Visenya

We are a No-Dance!AU and politics, family, and court-drama focused RP. To join, check out our main site, and find out who our court would like to see most on our Most Wanted Page, send us a raven with any questions and once you're ready apply, and then join us for plotting and OOC-chat on our Discord!!

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[the-devil-is-an-author]

Inspired by this snippet by @save-the-villainous-cat

[ficwingrecs]

The Backup Plan

May I humbly submit The Backup Plan? Which in two weeks went from an unhinged dinner idea to a fic that people are loving more than I expected they would. And partially because of the most apt proposal scene for Violet ever …

Relationships:

Xaden Riorson/Violet Sorrengail Dain Aetos/Halden Tauri Bodhi Durran/Ridoc Gamlyn/Liam Mairi

Characters:

Xaden Riorson Violet Sorrengail Fen Riorson Liam Mairi Bodhi Durran Dain Aetos Halden Tauri Catriona Cordella Imogen Cardulo Garrick Tavis

Additional Tags:

Riorgail Alternate Universe should it be dalden or halain for those two? prince Xaden commoner Violet slightest hint of Imrrick bodociam but it’s super background here barely a plot Just Vibes technically you could argue they’re soulmates here also plausibly could be rated teen dain x halden could also be haldain

Summary:

Violet Sorrengail gets dragged to fancy events a lot - like some random betrothal announcement in Tyrrendor - downside to being the daughter of the king’s head of security. Her date is often her childhood best friend - son of her mother’s aide - and the man both their parents want her to marry. Unfortunately for them (and fortunately for her), he and the king’s eldest son have been in love forever.

Xaden Riorson, heir to the throne of Tyrrendor, is supposed to have his betrothal between him and a Poromish noble announced tonight. In a last ditch effort to get out of it, he convinces his father to give him two hours to find an alternative.

He’s not expecting to find love in a handful of hours - just a better option - but sometimes the gods know exactly what you need …

[sea-owl]

Refound my political marriage Queen Violet x Mermaid Portia post. Link

So basically, the idea is widowed queens Violet and Portia get married for a political alliance between humans and merfolk. A home is build for them on the cost where land meets sea. Now they're figuring out their marriage as the first human and mermaid to get married and the culture differences between them.

Violet has to get used to things like partial nudity since outside of mermaids wearing armor, they really don't wear anything on the top half of their bodies.

Portia is learning how to become more warm and open with her new spouse. Past personal relationships aside, the world under the sea is harsher than the land above.

I picture it as a slice of life kind of au. The kids pop in from time to time.

What are you're thoughts?

[blackhairedjjun]

It's a little windy in my area and the night's cool. I wonder if you just take Yeonjun up your terrace and walk hands in hands with him... leaning onto him and pouting or talking about some stuff or jsut reminiscing all your memories with him... the late night walk so chilly yet so warm to be with him... Yeonjun... for once in my lifetime... I wanna be yours.

🦋!

butterfly anon this is so 🥺🥹🥰😭 this is making me think of guard!yeonjun x royalty!reader… like you call him up to the palace terraces bc it’s nice and breezy, he says he’s staying with you because he needs to protect you, but actually he just wants to be next to you. you’ve known each other for years and you talk not like royal and subject but like good friends, but there’s always something unspoken between you two, and though neither of you say it you can both feel it. you talk a lot about old memories with him, your past with him, but you realize that you don’t want that to just be in the past — you want to be with yeonjun in the present and in the future.

so you move closer to him, cup his face, let his hand rest on your waist — no one can see you anyway — and you confess without any care for your station or your duties, i want to be yours. and yeonjun meets your gaze head on, resting his forehead on yours and smiling. he doesn’t need to say anything for you to know that he feels the same way.

[valkariel]

Tsarina's Teatime

Head: Far Eastern Beauty's Hairpin - dark purple / metallic gold Body: Queen of Hourne Bliaud - dark purple / metallic brass Hands: Kumbhiraskin Gloves of the Black Griffin - dark purple Legs: Ronkan Rights of Casting - gloom purple Feet: Panthean Sollerets of Casting - default

Earring: Classical Earrings of Casting Neck: Dreadwyrm Choker of Casting Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: The Emperor's New Ring Left Ring: The Emperor's New Ring

Main Hand: Figment of Teatimes Past - ul brown / currant purple Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: Eulmore - The Beehive | The Strayborough Deadwalk - The Party Plaza

Shader: Faeberry Bokeh

[angeloftheodd]

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