#violet-royalty

[mourndust]

hi hi hiiiii! this is my first time publishing in tumblr! english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes, either way i've doubled checked so hope there's not many around! be kind and tell me what you think about it! reblogs and likes are always welcome. minors dni wlw content, good old finger-fuck that never fails, oral sex, spit.

it’s meaningless at first.

you don’t pay much attention to her. she’s in the corner of your eye but you’re too busy flirting, fighting your way to get a free drink since you refuse to pay for one but she’s there. you saw her fighting hours ago, and you know she’s looking.

it’s meaningless. a silent invitation that caught you off-guard cause fuck, you’re drinking a beer in peace and why the hell would anyone bug you? either way you recognize her before she’s even talking to you, a light scent of alcohol mixed up with sweat that has everything to be nasty, yet, somehow, it’s almost nice when she sits in the stool next to you.

it fills the air. surrounds you in a cloud of haze cause hell she’s good at making you pay attention, at noticing she’s there, closer.

“vi,” she says introducing herself, and it makes sense later why you’re locked up in the bathroom, why exactly you folded so fast — always so needy, so eager to please the rest—. “nice to meet you.”

she points out some shit about seeing you around in the pit-hole, how you’re always unfazed by the place, always pretty, always unavailable, and she’s getting you, caught you in her bare hands cause you don’t know why you’re letting her follow you to the bathroom like a lost puppy, but it’s good cause you want it, as soon as her magenta hues touch your bare fingers and she’s laughing, making the most amazing sound you’ve heard in a while, you’re all in.

you crave casual. can someone blame you? world’s crazy out there, and you don’t really do it commonly but man — you just want to have fun with her, commit to the strange magnetism that connects you every night to this girl. so you let her do it, let her rough hands lock the door, roam over your sides as she ends wirh the space left between you and her own body.

it’s nice. tuesdays are slow, not many people gamble around so the place is not really crowded, and it’s even refreshing when she pushes her knee between your legs like she didnt know it was fucking heaven, lifting you up to the counter as she relish on the taste of kissing you, god — her kisses are soft even when there’s a certain sloppiness lingered to them, some roughness she tries to keep in line but slips away for the moment, demanding and demanding as she got lost in the sensation, the smell of your perfume, that shampoo you liked and began using religiously.

can you blame violet too? fuck. caitlyn’s been fucking up her life since she went full weirdo mode and stop talking thanks to the thirst of revenge, and vi’s been having so much in her life lately she just need to pull the switch down in her brain, shut it off at least for twenty minutes and not depend on the amount of booze she’s lately depending on, actual human touch.

so you? you are similar to an oasis in plain dessert.

“there you go, so good for just a few kisses,” vi points out to praise the way your hips move seeking for a bit more friction, driving her insane as the fabric of your jeans rub against the black pants of the fighter—. “help me get you out of this.”

violet’s a force of nature, crawling under your skin as her bandaged hands struggle with the button of your jeans, taking a second or two to actually get you out of the thick fabric that’s only annoying her. the contact of her skin soothes the sting of pure need and she has the audacity of taking time, alluring as she places soft kisses over the crook of your neck like she’s really imprinting the curves of your body in her memories, the soft and smooth flesh that you posses, the moles and that tiny underwear that only fuels her desire to keep taking what she wants.

surely vi thrives on making you a mess, talks a lot a when your brain becomes a pile of erratic thoughts. the music is so loud outside you can hear the bass bouncing on the walls, making them shake as the air is filled by the sound of your moans, the way the fighter’s mouth sucks on your skin only to leave red marks she hopes to see on the next days in the pit.

"fuck's sake," she says looking at the slick mark on her jeans — "you made a mess on my knee-" it's noticiable when she point it out, the fabric is slightly darker on the zone and it was visible when you put some attention to it — "how are you going to fix this huh? it's your mess, your problem."

clearly she’s all bark and bite.

"talk baby, you can do it. i'm not even fucking you yet," she demands when you're too zoned out to say something. "tell me how are you going to fix the mess you made on my knee."

"don't care" you answer soon after. "i'll think of something after- please vi."

your voice is rough, raspy by the delicious sounds you make when she's spreading you open, using a hand to keep you steady over the sink as she raises your shirt from over your chest.

“after? after what?”

she kneads one of your breasts in her hand, squeezing the bare flesh before taking it in her mouth, the warm sensation spreading all over your spine: formalities are now left aside to let over that primal need take over, so you're pulling her poorly-dyed black hair closer, even when she bites and uses her tongue as a method to make the sting hurt less, moving to one breast to another — you just want her as possibly close.

and your jeans are hanging in the air holding by one leg only, black paint smeared on your tummy as her kisses now become more desperate, careless about their repercussions or what they stained as her mouth seems to follow this invisible path back to your cunt.

she's good at teasing, make you work for it, whispering praises all over your skin like she's not even close to have all that she wants with you in that hot bathroom. the fighter kneels only to be more comfortable, using her hands to spread you open, tasting you from over your underwear — only to have a taste and mainly, because the fabric there it's almost non-existent: mental kudos to you.

you've become a teenage boy at that point. driven by words and gentle touches, the flick of her tongue as she moves eagerly travelling from your aching hole to your clit, casually rubbing the tip of her nose as she delves deeper, pulling your underwear to the side when she hears you say some erratic words of praising: she needs validation.

the fighter don't have to spit, but she does it anyway, soaking up her own fingers with saliva like they aren't already soaked with your arousal, hooking up her thumb in your entrance to stretch you out, moving it back and forth in almost a cruel, sweet torture, almost making sure you're going to beg to be filled at some point, all needy and pliable only cause you need her fingers inside.

"can you lift up your leg?" vi knows it's a greedy question, but she says it anyways in hope you'll comply, and you clearly do when you're clinging in the sink, trying to not lose balance when one leg stays in the floor and the other one is holded over the fighter's shoulder, the cold leather of her jacket pressing against your tight as you rest it over her back—. "good girl, you okay there?"

the wet sounds her mouth do left you nothing but stupid, her half lidded eyes following every involuntary movement your body makes as she moves between your soaked folds: how much is going to take for you to cum all over her face? soak her lips with the prettiest lip gloss?

"vi..." she knows what you're whining for, the pleaded tone that stained your words. she's hoping to be the cure of all your aches, comply every little thing you ask for. her fingers fill your core, sucking them in as you clench around the intrusion, and fuck. fuck it's just what you needed, the way they curl all the way in, rubbing on that nice spot she wastes no time in finding.

how can a fucking hand feel this good? makes your brain melt as your hips move in search of release, lost in the lewd sounds of your cunt, the way she find a way to comfortably eat you like a regular meal, how you shake and move against her mouth and that faces. violet’s been looking at all since she decided to put her damn knees on that filthy ass floor.

she gets off by your orgasm pouring in.

fucking soaked in her pants as she helps you ride the tidal waves that pours over you, that shake your body and makes you weak in the knees, struggling to keep on your feet as vi holds you still. and oh how she loves it. loves how she made a mess out of you, how she fucked up your defenses like they were nothing, and fuck it’s so nice.

she kisses your stomach, the marks she made before now red against her teeth, tracing up a path of kisses back to your mouth, cause she simply cannot get enough, she’s ready to keep going, take more if she wasn’t in a dirty bathroom.

your breathing is still heavy as you get off the sink, vi’s hand still on your hips as she pulls you closer, stealing a kiss that in contrast, is nothing but slow and fucking hot — and you wonder, by a whole damn minute, how the fuck is she so good at everything? kissing, teasing, touching, eating pussy-

“get your pants off,” you say, looking back at the stain on her knee with crimson cheeks—. “you cannot go out looking like that.”

violet tilts her head slightly backwards as the sound of her laugh fills the bathroom walls, shaking her head in disapproval — “it’s not really necessary. kinda like having a reminder of you.”

it’s a great tuesday, yeah that’s for sure.

so it’s not weird at all when it becomes usual the rest of the week.

[iamlivingmusic]

Storm in the Quiet by/for @justallihere

[m00nb04rd5]

Do Kinger from digital circus

Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus)

[semperpugnandi]

I Could’ve Sworn I Saw Fireworks

Arcane | Caitlyn / Violet

4 of 17 Chapters Posted | Currently 46k Words | Rated M

House Kiramman has ruled over Piltover and its territory Zaun for over a hundred years. Set to inherit the throne on her twenty-fifth birthday, Caitlyn prepares herself for the responsibility and the tense political atmosphere between the kingdoms she's trained her entire life to navigate. That is, until the Zaun Councilman announces his daughter is the long lost descendant of House Arvino, and she wishes to reclaim her rightful throne. Now with the future of both kingdoms hanging the in balance, both heirs wonder if they can salvage their reputations and relationship with each other long enough for them both to get what they want.

Or, a Princess Diaries inspired AU where Cait and Vi fight for a throne and pretend they aren't also fighting for each other.

Read on AO3

[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...?

[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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[pcrplevenom]

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

[thewizardyfish]

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

[the-devil-is-an-author]

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

[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?

[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

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

Youngest Lady of House Vance and Betrothed of Prince Viserys II, Mackenzie Foy, She/Her - @lavender-cupbearer

Welcome, Lady Violet of House Vance! We’re delighted to see she has arrived safely on her journey to King’s Landing. Around the court the twelve year old has been praised as charming, well-versed and golden-hearted but some have whispered she is also stubborn, blunt and impulsive. Upon her arrival, it is clear that she is in support of the reign of Westeros' first Ruling-Queen and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on House Targaryen, Queen Rhaenyra, and the future of Westeros, her true allegiance will always be to both House Vance and House Targaryen.

Sunny, 18, she/her, EST, no triggers

[pcrplevenom]

"I want affection or attention. Maybe both, I haven't any for a while and I'm ssuper patitent. But, I won't accept it from sstrangers or anyone I jussr met. That'ss where I draw the line."