#violet thorne

[mictheweis]

Wanted to sketch in my journal/sketchbook and added my Rooks

[deleighrious-art]

Seeing your wife after a few days apart <3

[college-apprentice]

@sinning-sister

A cheerful laugh was heard in the alleyways, accompanied by tiny shoes hitting the stones covering the street.

„Violet! Don’t run so fast!“ her nanny shouted after her, deciding to run after her as the girl didn’t stop. Her mother was nearby, talking to a stranger with a funny moustache. That is what he was for Violet at least. Not that she cared much anyway. She still was young and carefree. Therefore she also didn’t care for her nanny and thought it was very funny to run through the streets of Croydon and hide from her.

[mictheweis]

Ma’am this is a serious situation and you’re serving FACE

[assassinpandadressedasabee]

No touchy

[assassinpandadressedasabee]

My fallout ocs

[assassinpandadressedasabee]

Waking Nightmare

I dont know how good (or bad) a writer I am, but let me know what you think. Sorry I don’t know how to cut it so it doesn’t take up so much space.

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She couldn’t feel the cold anymore. In her chest was a searing pain. The gunshot still rang painfully in her ears.

Finally, the pod swung open. Her first breath was agony and left her coughing.

Her legs felt weak and shaky and she collapsed as she stepped from the pod.

It took several minutes before she could bring herself to look up. Nate’s pod towered before her.

With shaking hands pressed against cold metal, she slowly stood. Even knowing what she would see, she had to look.

Through the frost on the glass was her husband. Her best friend. Nathan Thorne.

Dark brown hair, still tousled from the panicked rush to the vault. Cheeks still covered in morning stubble. He’d never gotten the chance to shave.

Soft lips marred by a single, jagged scar.

His eyes. She could still see them. Vibrant blue and always laughing.

Were it not for the thin layer of frost on his pale skin, she might have thought he was sleeping.

He had always seemed indestructible to her. Even when he’d gone to fight, she knew he’d come back.

But now, he would never return. He was gone.

She wasn’t sure when she started crying, but her cheeks were streaked with tears.

To the right of the pod was a release switch. She pulled it and let the door open.

The chain holding his dog tags came off easily enough, as did his wedding ring. She slipped the ring onto the chain and hung it around her neck.

It felt like an icy knife cutting her skin.

His flesh was cold beneath her fingers as she brushed them against his cheek. New tears ran down her cheeks, hot against her cooling skin.

“I love you.” She whispered.

A new coldness set into her as she turned away. An almost familiar, icy rage.

“And I will find who did this.”

The pod door closed behind her as Violet Thorne stepped from the room that had been her grave for over 200 years.

[assassinpandadressedasabee]

Finally finished her!