#vio: *SCREAMING*

[amanitacurses]

[silvykinesis]

One more time? 💜🖤

[socialc1imb]

Found

Do NOT repost my art without asking/without credit.

[humanteethmarksonhumanbone]

[spadeprincesss]

I really like your role swap au, so... Have a Vio!

OMGGGG ALL THIS FANART MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!! I LOVE THIS TO BITS TYSM!!!

[cloudcountry]

its so funny to me that so many ornaments on vio's tree have to do with gil

[apho-sappho]

Hm. Vio can also heal but instead of using fae magic or divine magic it's dark magic which is a lot more painful and shitty to see and often leaves noticeable scars. And Vio being separated from the others with a member of the chain and being put into a position where he HAS to use it

[nopenototdaysatan]

"The Shades of Grief"

(This has been a WIP for awhile now but thanks to one of my friends [ @wailing-whaler ] it is finished. I kinda wanted to show the many sides of grief so I took Four, killed his grandpa, and then let Four's colors show just a smidge. This series of poems is dedicated to two people: my grandmother Nanny, and my Grandaddy Ronnie. I miss you both.

TW: MCD, dead bodies, self harm, grief, funerals, depression

Enjoy!)

An end.

A single breath.

Gone and lost.

A goodbye for eternity.

This can’t be Grandpa.

He looks wrong.

Like a statue made of wax.

Like a fake that could melt under a single touch.

‘Please… don't let it be true.’

Peaceful and yet too still.

Eyes still open but no sparkle left.

And

It

Can’t

Be

True.

‘Please, don’t let it be true.’

Doors slamming on squeaking hinges,

Stomping boots on stairs and

Heavy breathing gasping out air.

“Son?”

“I�� Dad…”

Sobs bursting from a young man.

“He’s gone. He’s gone Dad!”

A father’s arms strong and solid,

As a father and son grieve to the sound of silence.

Eyes shut tight as if to keep out the sight

Tears pouring down red stained cheeks

As a shaky whisper breaks the silence,

“Please Goddesses, Don’t let it be true.’

—--

His father does it all,

It feels so fast and yet so coldly slow.

Like taking a breath is a marathon

And only a second.

He tries to help.

Tries to prepare for the funeral.

Everytime he does,

Dad just pushes him away.

Tells him to take his time.

To grieve

To feel.

To heal.

Well, he doesn’t want to!

It hurts. It hurts too much.

And the anger is familiar.

Is easy.

Doesn’t involve crying till he gets a headache.

At least he can do something with the anger.

At least he can move forward, right?

A slam of hammer on metal

And a scream of rage and sadness and guilt.

Surely he could have done something.

Surely, he could have found something!

He just wasn’t good enough.

Just didn’t do enough…

If he did, Grandpa would be here.

—

The funeral was beautiful.

So many people came

And so many people cared.

And yet he still wishes he were here.

It’s been weeks.

Almost a month

And the numbness just spreads.

Taking over all his limbs.

First it was going out

Then it was eating

He looks like death warmed over

And now he can’t even sleep.

The journal Zelda gifted him

Sits unused on his desk.

His thoughts only swirling around his grandfather

And how much he could have done.

He wanted him to see more.

Wanted his grandpa at those big milestones.

He wanted him there when he took over the smithy.

He wanted him there if he got married.

And now he won’t

And how do you handle that?

How do you move past having this hole, this loss?

How do you move forward knowing they’ll not be there?

He doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know…

He doesn’t know!

—--

It’s been months.

Soon, it’ll be a year.

A whole year since that awful day.

A whole year since his grandfather passed.

It’s gotten easier

But the tears never truly end.

Anything that reminds him of his wonderful grandpa

Can spur a crying fit.

But he accepts it now.

It’s all a part of grieving

And with that acceptance

Comes remembering the good times once more.

The Denial fading

To a hurricane of Anger

And then his deepest Depression

But Grandpa wouldn’t want this.

And he won’t disobey Grandpa’s wants.

Zelda and Dad help on the really bad days

And on the good days he laughs about

All of the good old days

The light in his eyes slowly returning.

It’s becoming better

And so as he ties his grandfather’s bandana on

And closes his childhood home’s door,

He whispers a final goodbye.

“Bye Grandpa.”

[twink-between-worlds]

we lost 4 hours of progress on an art piece because it crashed but its fine we're chill we're so normal and chill and ---

[hurt-you]

i’m ngl i think i like bad omens more with a different singer

[bowsnbots]

//-SXSG was peak AND The Megas drop a new single I'm fucking

WINNING

[mountainashfae]

I'm gonna be soft over VioTris again. Tristian's backstory is sooo similar to Vio's. A Taldan boy raised in a Keleshite temple and a Keleshite raised in an Absalom temple... both as Sarenrae's special chosen little guys... neither knowing who their parents are aside from the priests who stepped up to raise them...... It's so much. It's sooo much. Like no wonder Vio clicked with Tristian immediately.

[girlivealwaysbean]

🧍

[thedailyvio]

Day 117

[humanteethmarksonhumanbone]

in the middle of listening to tsv finale i paused it to go downstairs (ya boy needed a break) freaking trying to hold back tears (cause quite honestly wtf was that scene) and my mom started talking to me about biden dropping out so im just sitting there, my sadness temporarily overshadowed by me trying my hardest to hold back giggles and joe biden sex coma jokes in my delightful silt verses brainrot delusion

[vio1315]