Violet the Fool

a silly little poet :3

[violetthefool]

INTRODUCTORY POST!!!

Hai peoples! My name is Violet, and my pronouns are she/they!

I'm an amateur voice actor and impressionist, a singer (to some extent), and a writer!

I'm transfemme and pansexual, I love all my fellow gays <3

I am the silliest silly to ever silly. If you believe you can contest my silliness, you are living a lie. It is impossible to out-silly me.

I am a minor! I have no problem interacting with anyone 18+, just don't be weird!

I'm in a lot of fandoms, and I can't be bothered to list them all

I'm outta things to say

Colors

[violetthefool]

Months Remaining - A Short Cosmic Horror Poem Story

The Observer

28 months remain.

It’s shrinking.

They ignored it at first.

They ignored the shift in temperature.

“It’s just the weather.”

They ignored the darkening of the sky.

“It’s becoming winter.”

They ignored how painfully obvious it had become, shrinking from a quarter to a dime.

But now they see it.

It’s only been ten months.

But it’s already too late.

The sun is shrinking.

The Scientist

21 months remain.

The sun is shrinking.

We didn’t know how at first. 

There was nothing visible, not from here.

Not from here.

We sent out a satellite.

And we found…

We found…

A thing.

Larger than any other biological being that we know of.

Larger than what should be possible.

And it was consuming the sun.

It seemed to know we were watching.

Its… eyes, if you can call them that, followed the satellite.

It mimicked the rotation of the Earth, so we didn’t see it.

Not for ten months.

Not until it was too late.

It's still hungry.

And the sun is almost gone.

The Archeologist

20 months remain.

The sun has been shrinking.

We’ve all been terrified.

Streets falling into disarray.

Phony cults being made to prey on the vulnerable.

Then they released the photos.

That didn’t help.

It just scared everyone more.

But when I saw it, it didn’t scare me. 

It reminded me of something. 

A name.

Edax.

An ancient creature, inscriptions of it found in books of mythology. 

Mythology.

A myth.

I wish it was a myth.

The stories that it came from foretold this.

They knew.

And we didn’t.

The Cultist

8 months remain.

To believe I’ve been in this…

Religion?

Cult?

I can’t tell anymore.

I’ve been in it for a year now.

I’m next on the sacrifice list.

I won’t be showing up.

I’ve seen through it now.

I won’t be dying for their bullshit.

How could I be so foolish at the beginning?

They’re extorting us.

They don’t care about stopping this.

They just want our money!

How fucking foolish I was.

To believe in that.

But I’m not the only fool.

The leaders.

What are they going to do, pay that thing off?

I’m going to spend my time doing something I love.

Like poetry.

Poetry sounds nice.

The Believer

0 Months Remain.

The sky has gone dark.

As we foretold.

The cold has filled my body.

As we foretold.

Our time has come.

Our sacrifices will not be vain.

We are here, Edax,

We are yours, Edax.

Consume us like you did the sun.

Consume us like you’re meant to.

I give myself to you.

I give what’s mine to you.

edax

edax.

Edax.

EDAX.

EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX EDAX

you’ve arrived.

[violetthefool]

silly lil poem i wrote at 4am

Your music is awfully loud; May you keep it down?

Why would I be quieter?

I am attempting to fix this, To stop this inevitable fate. Your music is distracting.

You believe you can stop this?

Why yes, I do. Do you believe you can stop this with your music?

No.

Then why do you play?

I play because I know this fate is inevitable. I choose to strum my guitar, however imperfect I may be, Because this is what brings me joy. I choose to sing these lyrics, however off-tune I may be, Because I choose to lay myself open. You choose to work. You look at the logic, as irrefutable as you believe it is. Are you satisfied? You are choosing to work at the one point where your humanity matters the most. And you hide it.

How are you so sure that this cannot be stopped?

Because I’ve seen this play out before. A thousand times over, Yet you never find a solution. But I always play my song, And I always die happy.