#vivien’s creative

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[the-night-picture-collector]

/ Vivien Maier, a Nanny in the 1950s, had a unique and undeniable Talent for Photography - which she kept to herself. After over 100,000 of her Negatives were discovered at an Auction, she has been said to be “possibly the most important Street Photographer of the 20th Century.” Vivien’s mysterious and secret Talent makes you think about the Importance of exploring our Curiosity and doing what we enjoy, whether or not it’s recognized by many.

[nights-at-crystarium]

trendy picrew ft my meowmeows

[vivienna-vivid]

Sheherazade FGO becomes funnier if you make her into a burnt out writer.

Oh, she's scared of death and has to write to stay alive? Give her a mental inability to write and watch her have 100 internal mental breakdowns over it.

[happywebdesign]

Vivien's Creative

[unravelingwires]

Pratts

“Vivien and Vanity are picking on the younger kids,” Jaya said.

“Ok?” Max answered.

“I’d like you to make them stop.”

“Jaya–”

“Please?”

Max groaned, but he still swiveled to his feet.

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🌻 tate langdon boyfriend headcanons 🌻

tate langdon x reader

💜 oh lord, buckle up guys, you're in for a wild one

🧡 he definitely fell first and 100% harder and you can't tell me otherwise

💜 we all know how tate is, he's very clingy and he's very very possessive of what's his. and that's how he views you, you're his and nobody else's

🧡 would definitely stay hidden at first, just so he could watch you for a bit. at this point, there's nothing about you that tate doesn't know

💜 when you finally meet, tate swears he could die all over again and he'd die happy

🧡 tate would definitely act more innocent than he actually is. this boy knows how to cry on command and he will use it to his advantage, don't think just because he loves you that he wouldn't

💜 if anything, he does it because he loves you and he can't have you leave him like violet did

🧡 i hope you like nirvana, because tate will not listen to something that you like if he doesn't enjoy it. he's not very good at that

💜 tate always needs to be touching you. all the time. whether it's an arm around you or holding hands, this boy craves physical touch and to be the centre of your attention

🧡will probably try his best to get your friends to stop hanging around you so he can have you all to himself. will deliberately scare them to stop them from coming to the house

💜 would also certainly lie about ever doing such a thing were you to confront him about it

🧡 tate wouldn't ever want you to ever leave the house., if he had his way that is. would hate it if you chose to spend time with other people

💜 like what did they have that he didn't?

🧡 he would 100% be the type that watches you even when you're asleep. or anytime, really.

💜 would definitely want you to commit suicide, so that you can be with him forever. you of course find this idea insane and don't think he actually means it

🧡 he does. he's 100% serious

💜 i can imagine that tate gives really good hugs though. the warm, bear hugs that you never want to leave because they make you feel so secure and safe

🧡 is very big on comforting you after a bad day. he'll listen to your rants, let you cry in your arms, whatever you need him for and he'll do it

💜 let's be honest though, it's probably just another way he gains your trust so that you won't ever think of leaving him

🧡 feels extremely guilty if he ever hurt you in any way, or upset you

💜would probably just disappear for a few days because he can't face the fact that he's hurt you. but obviously he comes back because the boy can't help himself

🧡 tate is your ride or die. he would die for you all over again if you asked him to and alternatively would kill for you if that's what you required

💜 makes silly little handmade gifts for you. tate can't leave the house so he has time to be creative

🧡 it's even better if it's raining outside when he makes them, it sets a nice vibe

💜 loves, loves halloween. the two of you would carve pumpkins together and sit for hours in your room telling ghost stories and drinking apple cider

🧡 if tate had his own way, you'd never meet his mother

💜you do eventually and she probably hates you lmao, but do we really care let's be real here

🧡 tate is the kind of boyfriend that would make a playlist for you as a present

💜 he'd try his hardest to make sure you don't find out about his past. which lasted about 2 months max because you're not stupid

🧡 violet, vivien and moira would try and protect you at all costs. they're like your three guardian angels, whether they decide to show themselves to you or not

💜 i imagine you'd actually get on with violet really well

🧡 this could go one of two ways with tate. he'd love it, both girls he'd loved were getting along, makes his life easier. or, he'd hate it. hate that you choose to spend time with the girl that broke his heart

💜 isn't really big on nicknames tbh, he thinks your name is the most beautiful word he knows, and so he wouldn't dream of calling you anything else

🧡 tate is 100% the little spoon, don't fight me on this

💜 absolutely lives for your affection. he thrives best on it

🧡 would be sweet but low-key toxic, so solid 6/10

[yandere-paramour]

Ooh can you do a scenario where Vivien learns that his darling is sick before he has revealed himself to them? Does he have enough willpower to keep his distance or will he be forced to step out of the shadows?

As soon as Vivien closes up the flower shop, he drives over to your house with a smile. Even though he's been watching you for a few months, and you've had a few friendly conversations when you come by his shop, he's not quite ready to reveal himself and his feelings yet. Something in his heart tells him this is not the right time; he needs to prepare everything first. He needs to be sure you won't reject him. Unfortunately, he does have to be at work earlier than you so he cannot see you in the mornings, but you always come out of work later than him, giving him the opportunity to watch you come home every day. He's like a guardian angel, making sure you get inside safe and sound.

He pulls up and parks a few houses down, partially hidden by a tree. He checks his watch; if you have not deviated any from your normal Thursday routine, you should be home within the next 10 minutes. He rolls the windows down, grabs a granola bar, and sits back to wait.

It only takes six minutes and 43 seconds for you to come. As you turn off the engine and get out of the car, his face lights up in a quick smile before it is wiped off. Even from his distance away, he can see the weary look you have on your face. Crunchy coughs wrack your frame, and you sniffle pitifully as you slowly trudge your way into the house.

Vivien is alarmed. You're sick. His Darling, the love of his life, the future mother of his children, is sick. He didn't know how sick. What if you were dying? He wasn't close enough to tell, and there was no way he could examine you himself. You lived alone, who was going to take care of you? His hand is on the door handle, legs ready to run to you before he can stop himself. He jumps out of the car and freezes, remembering himself.

He cannot go to you. You barely even know him. All you know is his name and that he works at the flower shop. He is not your boyfriend and there is no way you will be receptive to letting him inside to care for you.

Tears come to his eyes. There simply has to be something he can do; he'd never be able to forgive himself if you suffered while he watched anime and stuffed his face with spicy noodles, apathetic to your plight. He had to do something, but what was he supposed to do if he couldn't be with you?

Well... he wasn't totally useless. He could do something, he just had to get creative. An idea started to form in his brain.

He needed to go to the grocery store.

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You felt like ass. You really didn't know what happened. One minute you were filling out some paperwork in your office at work, and the next you were on the ground in a dizzy spell. It came on like a sudden storm, throwing you into such a miserable and weak state that people winced at the sight of you. It was pure luck that you managed to make it to the end of the workday.

You figured it was simply a bad cold or maybe one of those 24-hour viruses. Either way, you were calling in sick tomorrow. Good thing tomorrow was Friday, or you might've had to miss more than one day. The drive home was quick, and you peeled off your clothes and fell into bed, not bothering to do anything but grab a roll of toilet paper for your snotty nose.

Your nap was fitful, and you couldn't quite remember what woke you up. Your brain felt cloudy and slow, like all your thoughts were 0.5x speed. All your senses were dull, and for a second, you couldn't remember where you were or what happened. Did you even lock the door?

The door! That's what woke you up! The doorbell was ringing. You flopped out of bed, pulling yourself to your feet as you slog through the house to the front door. This better be important. Ready to be angry, you tore open the front door and found... no one?

Baffled, you look up and down the street for a person but see nothing. What, was this a ding-dong-ditch? You hadn't done one of those since first grade. Rolling your eyes, you go to close the door then you see a plastic bin on your doorstep.

Confused, you look up. Was this a gift from God? Did you win a lottery somehow? Did you sign up for some silent auction? Was this thing just delivered to the wrong house? Finding something tied with a red ribbon on the side, a card reads "Get well soon, Y/N. I hope you're okay". The handwriting is messy and there is a little heart drawn on the bottom corner. There is no signature or anything explaining who it might be from. Even though the situation is strange, you feel yourself softening towards the mystery basket-giver. Whoever they are, they obviously care for you and your health. And... they somehow knew your address?

One problem at a time.

The bin is very heavy, too heavy for you to lift unassisted, so you take everything out one by one to put it in your house. There is a soft blanket, new from the looks of the tag on its corner. One loaf labeled "Salted Rosemary Bread" and a batch of at least 20 chocolate chip cookies. A gallon-sized mason jar holds a large amount of warm soup, complete with carrots, pasta noodles, and chunks of chicken breast. When you crack open the top, your mouth waters and you can't remember the last time you ate something.

There are plastic bags labeled relaxing bath soaks, eucalyptus mint, wild lavender and chamomile, rose and hibiscus, cedar and sage, and jasmine vanilla. The scent of all of them relaxes you, and you think of running a bath right now. Lastly, there is a glass bottle with a viscous, berry-colored liquid. The label reads "Homemade Elderberry Cough Syrup". When you turn the bottle over, the directions say to take one tablespoon as needed for coughing. The ingredients are handwritten and contain, predictably, elderberries, honey, and a long list of herbs and flowers. At the very bottom, a warning says that there is a slight sedative effect. By the way your throat and head feel, you would gladly take a little sleepiness in exchange for your throat not feeling like sandpaper.

You're making jokes, but you really do feel touched. This was so sweet. You have bath soaks, dinner, some medicine to take, and a comfy blanket to snuggle under. Someone, somewhere out there is taking care of you. You wish they would just show themselves so you could thank them properly.

You sigh. Perhaps they'll show themselves soon. For now, you just need to worry about heating up a bowl of soup without burning yourself and finding the right comfort movie to watch.

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Vivien's heart beats uncertainly as he watches you notice his gift, but he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you accept it. He sees your lovely smile, and he gushes when you hold the soft blanket up to your cheek to nuzzle it. You're so cute when you're sick. He wishes he could come running at you, screaming that he left the gift and he wants to take care of you in person if you'll allow it. But it's late, and he doesn't want to scare you.

But it won't be long now. He's almost ready for you.

"Just wait a little longer, Darling," he whispers, "I'll be there soon."

(My Darling, I mean my artist is unfortunately sick, but do not worry. I am taking very, very good care of them, so please enjoy this drawing I made myself. I am so sorry.)

[ghostlyviolets33]

how do you think vi would spend her time after school?

I feel like right when Violet gets home, she'd either smoke or take a nap. If she felt like it, she would go for a walk right afterschool while listening to music on her iPod and smoking.

The rest of the night she'd have some free time! These are some things I imagine Violet doing during this time:

paint her nails

burn a CD

read

journal (here's some inspo i found!)

watch "u-tube"

make a new playlist

and try to get some homework done as well!

If she had the energy, Violet would rearrange/clean her room or do something creative like drawing or painting! Whenever she does something a little more productive it can make her feel better and a little less depressed. She'd then eat dinner (whatever Vivien's made) and try to go to bed by 10-11pm.

Thank you for asking, I hope this can help <3!!

Also, I forgot to make a post about this, but a few days ago this blog turned two years old! It's crazy that it's already been that long omggg! Thank you all so much for all of the support on this account. I love seeing your comments and messages and you're all always so kind! I hope you have a good day :)) <3

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Bottega Veneta f/w 1999 campaign Creative Director Laura Braggion Photographer Steven Klein Model Vivien Solari Newest Cool on Instagram

[merlincersei]

Merlin BBC UK TV Show - Opinion Piece Part 7 - How The 2008 Series Reinterprets and Subverts Arthurian Legends

I was talking to a mutual friend about movies and TV shows in the fantasy genre and this friend bought up the fact how Arthurian legends have influenced most of them.

As that conversation progressed, we both agreed that the best adaptation of Arthurian legend was John Boorman’s 1981 classic "Excalibur".

However he seemed very amused when I told him that I was a huge fan of the 2008 BBC TV series Merlin. His opinion was that the TV series was "so childish, historically inaccurate and farcical" when he watched it.

I disagreed with him profusely and decided to make this post to outline my love of the TV series. I will share this post with this person so we can have further discussions on this topic. So here it goes:

Creators wanted to reinterpret Arthurian legend.

PROOF:

Julian Murphy, co-creator and executive producer: It all began in a restaurant on Kensington Church street, where I had lunch with the writer Jake Michie. And the pitch I gave him was very simple - It was 'I'd like to do the Arthurian story, but as an origin story in the same way that the Superman story had been done in [US TV series] Smallville.' And I think from there, it evolved.

But the decision that I think was at the heart of it, which was to make Arthur and Merlin contemporaries, rather than make Merlin the old man looking after the young Arthur, was there from the very beginning.

Source : https://www.radiotimes.com/tv/fantasy/merlin-at-10-the-cast-and-creatives-on-how-they-made-the-bbcs-boy-wizard-drama/

If you are a fan of the series i would recommend to read the article above for more information and details about the TV Show.

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There has never been a concise Arthurian story. The legends are an amalgam of numerous versions, the most popular of them being as follows:

 History of the Kings of Britain by Geoffrey of Monmouth

Geoffrey’s account of the legendary king contains the first appearance of many of the iconic features of the Arthurian legend, including the wizard Merlin.

Lancelot by Chrétien de Troyes

Geoffrey of Monmouth never mentions Arthur’s most famous knight, and it wasn’t until Chrétien de Troyes wrote Lancelot and introduced the idea of an affair between Guinevere and Arthur’s most noble knight that Arthurian legend really got the ‘romantic’ treatment

The Mabinogion by Anonymous

The Arthur we glimpse in the Mabinogion is usually a marginal figure so it’s worth reading if you’re a fan of early legends containing King Arthur.

Le Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory

This is a vast prose retelling of the story of King Arthur and the Round Table.

Idylls of the King by Lord Tennyson

Here we find the stories of Lancelot and Elaine, Geraint and Enid, Merlin and Vivien

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So for the 2008 series to collect Arthurian stories from various sources and try to repackage it to a modern audience is nothing new as the trend has already been established through works of T. H. White in The Once and Future King, Mary Stewart in The Crystal Cave, Mark Twain in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court etc...

But it is through reinterpreting Merlin & Guinevere's storylines and using Magic as a motif that we get a brand new Arthurian story.

Guinevere

The name Guinevere means The Fair One in old Welsh.

To cast Angel Coulby, a woman of color as one of the most famous white woman in history was a revolutionary act by 2008 British TV standards.

In the legends, Guinevere is of royal blood. Gwen in the TV series is a servant of common birth who ascends to become a queen.

Here the audience come to see Gwen as the fair one based on the strength of her character and not the color of her skin.

In the TV show Arthur forgives Gwen's infidelity with Lancelot rather than having her sent to a nunnery or worse having her die. The old male authors were okay with Arthur bedding several women but expectation of chasteness placed on Guinevere always contained an undercurrent of misogyny.

In the TV Show, Gwen leads Camelot into the golden age, instead of being blamed for the downfall of Camelot due to her affair with Lancelot

PROOF : Excerpt From Hyable Article:

Meanwhile of course, Guinevere was left to lead Camelot into the golden age. “We’ve had that in our minds for about three series,” Julian Murphy says. “We felt that to take Gwen from a servant girl to a powerful and strong queen, a person who can bind the kingdom together, was the journey we wanted to do, and I think Angel [Coulby] delivered that brilliantly.”

Merlin

By having Merlin be of a contemporary age to Arthur they effectively changed Merlin from being a father figure to being a companion of Arthur.

The close bond that Merlin shares with Arthur in the TV Show effectively replicates Lancelot's close bond with Arthur in the historical legends.

Bradley James here confirms how in some legends Lancelot was in love with Arthur.

The gay subtext that was prevalent between Lancelot and Arthur in the historical legends is played out in all its glory between Merlin and Arthur .

Motiff of Magic

Throughout the history of Abrahamic religions, there has been a connection between magic and (deviant) sexual practices. From the osculum inafme (kissing of donkey’s anuses and kissing the Devil’s anus) to witches who were supposedly inserting hallucinogenous mushrooms into their vaginas. The series association between magic and non heteronormative people becomes pronounced as series progresses.

And therein lies the appeal of the 2008 Merlin TV Series. With this modern retelling it succeeds in addressing certain historical wrongs, make it more representational, address issues and highlight subtext that have been historically ignored in popular media for the time frame it aired.

Arthurian legends no longer becomes the domain of a patriarchal Judeo Abrahamic narrative about a return to the good old days but of class mobility, race, feminism, queer acceptance and the belief of a better world to come in context of the TV Show.

[emailsfromanactor]

In honor of Twelfth Night, here's a bit from Sir John Gielgud: A Life in Letters about directing Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh as Malvolio and Viola in Twelfth Night. This letter is from April 3, 1955, so not within our readalong, but we'll hear a lot more about Olivier.

Olivier is brilliant as Malvolio, though he is very ultra-realistic in his approach, and his gift of mimicry (as opposed to creative acting) sticks in my gizzard at times. His execution is so certain and skilled that it is difficult to convince him that he can be wrong in his own exuberance and should occasionally curb and check it in the interests of the general line and pattern of the play. The truth is he is a born autocrat, and must always be right. He has little respect for the critical sensitivity of others; on the other hand he is quite brilliant in his criticism of my directing methods and impatient with my hesitance and (I believe) necessary flexibility. He wants everything cut and dried at once, so that he may perfect with utter certainty of endless rehearsal and repetition — but he is good for me all the same, and perhaps I may still make a good thing of that divine play, especially if he will let me pull her little ladyship [Vivien Leigh] (who is brainier than he is but not a born actress) out of her timidity and safeness. He dares too confidently (and will always carry an undiscriminating audience with him) while she hardly dares at all and is terrified of overreaching her technique and doing anything that she has not killed the spontaneity of by over practice. It is an interesting problem, the pair of them — Lynn and Alfred, I suppose, in parvo.

And here are some photos from the production!

[sentientfern]

Hey, I think this is something I'm supposed to do

Hey, Hi, Hello, I'm Vivien, I use they/them pronouns, and I am Nonbinary and Bisexual I am a fan of all things queer, chaotic, and generally fun I like goblin core, and dressing like a wood nymph or barmaid from the medieval ages when I occasionally leave the house I am into art, sewing, pencil drawing, painting, and anything else creative I can get my grubby little hands on I also enjoy video games, fanfic, dnd, and minorly or majorly gay cartoons, such as Gravity Falls, Amphibia, The Owl House, etc

Oh, and I am currently mid-being queer with a very good "roommate" of mine @the-raine-woods <3

I tolerate no bigotry, of any kind, on this blog. That means no racism, transphobia, homophobia, sexism, or any other bs If you do, I will be forced to consume you, whole and alive.

Anyway, If you see this, welcome to my little corner of Tumblr "It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it's mine, and it's tasty" -someone cool

[nights-at-crystarium]

wolqotd

Living spaces. Is your WoL tidy and organized, or are they the type to casually create mess and chaos around them?

[oh-moschino]

Liu Wen by Margaret Zhang for Vogue China December 2022 

Cover story ‘The Female Gaze’.

Artistic Director: Matt Mcdonald  

Creative director: Jumbo Tsui

Fashion editor: Vivien Sun

Hair by Xue Meng LIU

Makeup by He Lei

[kit-walk3r]

Scream: An American Horror Story Retelling: Part 2

Violet Harmon and her family move into a new house where she meets edgy new neighbour Tate and learns of the horrors currently terrorising the town.

Warnings: mentions of murder & slight gore and a minor feature of self harm (it’s Violet and Tate afterall)

Notes: wow, such a great response for part 1! Thank you so much guys 💓

Masterlist

2 months later

The Harmon family pulled into the driveway of a grand, Victorian house. It was beautiful and unique, with stained glass windows and old fashioned brick. Ben Harmon loved it. “It’s amazing!” he kept proclaiming, obvious that he adored it.

Violet, his daughter, was not so enamoured by it. “Great, so we’re the Addams Family now,” she muttered, earning a look of disapproval from Vivien, her mother. Violet hadn’t been so onboard about leaving Boston. In fact, she’d put up quite the fuss about leaving. She wanted to stay. She had her own group of friends in Boston (albeit it only being two) but that was two more than she was going to have in California. Violet had always struggled to fit in and make friends, she’d always been the outcast. Now she had to adapt to being the outcast in a whole new environment. It was going to suck.

“Cheer up,” Ben nudged Violet’s shoulder playfully. “This house is great. You’re going to love it.”

“Yeah, right,” Violet rolled her eyes before picking up a box of her things and heading into the house.

Vivien sighed. “What are we going to do with her?” She asked Ben sadly. “Maybe leaving Boston was a bad idea.”

“Babe, we’ve not even moved it yet,” Ben put a comforting arm around his wife’s shoulder. “Just give her some time. She’ll settle down eventually. It’ll all be okay, you’ll see.”

Vivien listened to what Ben had to say, before shrugging his arm off and heading into the house without a word, leaving a now disappointed Ben behind.

The Harmons continued to move their things into the house, with the help of a few removal men and the realtor who sold them the house, Marcy. It was a surprise to see her there, but the help was appreciated, even if the only thing she did was move a couple of boxes and gush about the history of the decor of the house.

“You do know about this town, right?” Marcy asked as the last few things were being brought in.

Vivien looked confused. “What about it?”

For a moment Marcy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. It was obvious she was hiding something when she quickly put on a false smile and headed for the door. “Oh, it’s nothing! Maybe have a quick look on Google later, there’s all sorts of interesting things,” she opened the door and was quickly hurrying down the driveaway. “I’ll call by later!” She was in her car and out the gates before Vivien or Ben even had the chance to respond.

Vivien and Ben looked at each other, both sharing the same bewildered expression. “I’ll look it up later,” Ben shrugged before picking up a box labelled BEN’S OFFICE. “It can’t be anything too important.”

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The Harmon’s had been in their new house for a couple of weeks now. Ben and Vivien were settling in okay (even though their marriage was still a little rocky), but Violet was struggling, as predicted. She’d started at Westfield High School, and it hadn’t exactly gone well. Her first day was terrible, and the following weren’t so great either. She was the outcast, just like she knew she would be. There was no changing that.

Violet was wandering around the house one afternoon when she overheard a conversation coming from her dad’s office. He must have been seeing a patient.

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Violet overheard a boyish voice ask. Intrigued, she moved closer so that she was outside the ajar door and peeked through the gap.

Sat cross legged in a chair, just in view, was a boy probably around her age. He was facing her, and Violet could just about make out his floppy blonde hair and grunge style clothes. She stared at him.

“No,” she heard her dad say. “I think you’re creative, and I think you’ve got a lot of pain you’re not dealing with.”

The boy continued talking, but Violet wasn’t listening. She was entranced by him. He had a presence that captured her attention and wouldn’t let it go.

“The world is a filthy place,” the boy said, his voice breaking ever so slightly. The sadness in the way he spoke brought Violet’s attention back. “It’s a filthy goddamn horror show. There’s so much pain, you know? There’s so much.” Violet agreed. She’d felt that pain.

The boy’s eyes glanced towards the door and caught Violet staring, as if he knew she was there all along. They locked eyes for a moment, just a moment, before she turned around and quickly headed back to her new room.

Violet was thinking about the boy. His vibe just felt so… familiar. The words he was saying echoed thoughts she had had for years. The world was a filthy place. It was a horror show. She’d experienced that first hand. Hell, she’d been experiencing that in just the few weeks she had been here.

“Knock knock,” Violet looked up to see the blonde boy from her dad’s therapy session standing in her open doorway.

Violet didn’t know what to say. “Hi,” she finally came out with.

The boy came in, uninvited, and took a seat on the floor, cross-legged. “I saw you watching me in my session with Dr Harmon,” he said, staring at her.

Violet flushed slightly in embarrassment at being caught. “My house,” she shrugged casually. “I can do what I want.”

He nodded, accepting it. “I’m Tate,” he introduced.

“Violet,” she responded. A silence followed. “I haven’t seen you around school. You go to Westfield?”

Tate nodded. “But I’m currently suspended.”

“Really?” Violet grinned like it was the coolest thing ever. “How come?”

“‘Concerning behaviour’,” Tate rolled his eyes. “Got caught smoking and skipped school one too many times. I was already on a thin line. The principal doesn’t like me very much.”

“Why?” Violet asked.

“No clue, he’s just an asshole. Had it out for me since day one,” Tate shrugged as if there was nothing more to the story. Perhaps there was, perhaps there wasn’t.

“He’s a dick,” Violet agreed. “Almost suspended me on my first day.”

Tate leaned forward, intrigued. “Do tell.”

“Got in a fight with some girl for smoking. She tried to get me to eat the cigarette butt. So I hit her,” Violet recalled the story of her awful first day.

“My kind of girl,” Tate grinned.

Violet couldn’t help but smile back.

“So, why are you seeing my dad?” She asked.

Tate’s grin faltered. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to,” he said darkly. “You’re smarter than that.”

Violet shot Tate a look of apology but didn’t say anything.

Tate sighed. “I’ve just got a lot of shit going on at home,” he rolled up his sleeve to reveal a pattern of many faint scars decorating the skin of his wrist. “Partly this.”

Violet looked at them before looking down at her own clothed wrist. She remembered what she heard her dad say. You’ve got a lot of pain you’re not dealing with. Sounded familiar. She took a seat on the floor opposite Tate and rolled up the sleeve of her cardigan to show Tate her own. “Twins.”

Tate and Violet sat and compared scars. Tate had one from his dad leaving, Violet had one from having to move away from Boston. Tate had one from getting into a serious fight at school, Violet had one from her own terrible first day at Westfield.

They talked for a while, listened to some music. Violet felt like Tate was easy to connect to. They shared similar thoughts, similar experiences. She told Tate about her dad’s affair and her mom’s miscarriage, and in return he told her about his own mom’s extramarital affairs and father’s sudden departure. Tate struggled to fit in at school too. He didn’t really have any friends and would keep to himself. He said he was fine with that, that it didn’t bother him and he preferred it that way, but Violet wondered if there was an underlying sense of loneliness there, just like she sometimes felt.

“I hate it here,” Violet whined. “I hate everyone. All their bougie designer bullshit. East coast was much cooler.” She ranted, continuing to complain about how much she didn’t want to be here.

“Well, you moved to town at a crazy time,” Tate said, trying to change Violet’s mind.

“Yeah?” Violet’s voice was laced with a hint of disbelief. She couldn’t imagine anything interesting happening here. Not that would intrigue her, anyway.

“Uh huh,” Tate nodded. “There’s been a string of murders these past couple of months. Three of them.”

“Seriously?” Violet’s disbelief at anything interesting happening here was replaced with intrigue. The darkness had always attracted her, and her interest was sparked.

“Did you not hear? I thought your mom would have done a background check on this place or something,” Tate joked, yet serious. Violet had told Tate about how her mom could be a little paranoid and overbearing and she did wonder how her mom never picked up on this. She knew that if her mom knew about three murders she definitely would not have moved here.

“What happened?” Violet asked. She now wanted to know all the facts.

“Two months ago a woman was found dead in her house. Beaten to death with some trophy,” Tate explained. Violet’s eyes widened.

“And the others?” She asked.

“Two college girls found dead on the beach. Stabbed.”

“Are they connected?” Violet wondered.

“No one knows,” Tate shrugged. “I mean, probably. Too much of a coincidence, right?”

“So there’s a serial killer here,” Violet said. Definitely more interesting than she could have ever imagined.

Tate started to respond but was cut off.

“What are you doing in here?” Ben demanded.

Tate shot around to see Ben standing in the doorway of Violet’s room, staring directly at him with a look of anger and distrust.

“We’re just listening to music, dad,” Violet explained. Tate said nothing.

“You need to leave, Tate. I’m sorry,” Ben sure didn’t sound sorry. “You shouldn’t be in here. I think you know that. Please.”

Violet protested as Tate dejectedly walked out of the room.

- - -

After Tate’s unfair departure thanks to Ben, Violet decided to look up the murders Tate had told her about. It was all true.

Alicia Spencer, found dead in her house two months ago after having her head bashed in with a baseball trophy.

Serena Belinda and Bonnie Lipton, found dead on the beach last month with twelve stab wounds each.

Violet was shocked as she read through articles about the murders. She wasn’t expecting the brutality of them. These people weren’t just murdered, they were butchered. Bodies harmed beyond recognition. It was horrific. And yet, Violet didn’t feel scared. She didn’t feel any panic or concern over living in a place where three women had been murdered. She didn’t feel anything towards it.

- - -

Despite her father’s warning, Tate came over the next day.

Violet was hanging out in her bedroom, listening to music when she heard a tapping at her window. When she checked she saw Tate standing outside, a handful of pebbles in his hand that he had obviously been throwing at her window. He waved at her, motioning for her to come down and meet him, and so Violet did, without hesitation.

She met Tate outside and the two of them sat outside, just out of view of the house so that Ben couldn’t spot them together, but also with enough hiding space for Tate in case Ben did make an appearance.

Violet lit up a cigarette and started smoking, occasionally passing it over to Tate. They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company.

“So, I looked up those murders,” Violet said. “Pretty fucked up.”

Tate nodded in agreement. “Pretty fucked up.”

They were silent again as they continued to pass the cigarette between each other.

“The first one was my cousin’s mom,” Tate announced suddenly.

Violet’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Shit, sorry.”

“Don’t be. I wasn’t related to her, thank god,” Tate chuckled slightly. “She was a golddigger, just like my mom.”

Violet didn’t know what to say.

“People think Kyle did it, though,” Tate continued to tell stories. He was telling her these things randomly, unprompted, and Violet wondered why. It was as if he was telling her all this to intrigue her, to reel her in. Telling her these dark stories that he knew would interest her. They’d only known each other two days but she’d already displayed her love for the darkness.

“Your cousin? Seriously? How come?” Violet asked.

“Some neighbours saw them arguing the night she died,” Tate shrugged. “Apparently that's enough of a motive to murder someone.”

“Jesus, I fight with my parents all the time, that doesn’t mean I’d bash their faces in,” Violet rolled her eyes. “People are stupid.”

“Agreed,” Tate stubbed out the cigarette.

“Bet this place isn’t as boring as you thought, right?” He smirked.

No Ghostface in this chapter, but we had our introduction to the Harmons + Tate and some context as to what has happened in the time jump, including two more murders. I didn’t just want to make random names up for the other two people killed so I looked up minor characters to use. Serena Belinda is Emma Roberts’ character in Cult and Bonnie Lipton is the girl who gets kidnapped by Twisty in Freak Show.

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