#viola twh

[aliceinunderw0rld]

witch’s house fan art in 2024? more likely than you think

[diaryofellen]

The Witch's House (Animated) LINE Stickers by Fummy

[staticevent]

diary of a sick girl

[nervetower]

im productive i swear

[tapewires]

Game about a house

[chewykiwiwhee]

[OLD ART REPOST]

Some of old Viola drawings I quite like.

[maggotcake]

Help I'm starting to become obsessed with drawing braids ◝(๑꒪່౪̮꒪່๑)◜

[skylerscull1]

The Witch’s House “Sharing Is Caring, Viola.” Prompt 2:“Pity”

Looking at the pitiful thing on the ground, eyeless and legless as my-now-Father raised his gun towards it, I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat. My old violet locks of hair that my dear Viola now wore, her trapped in my old broken body, bloody and helpless - this girl was once my friend. And such a great friend she was, to so willingly give me her body. 'Just for a day'. I couldn't help but pity the poor thing. 

It's not like I liked to see my old ugly body rotting away. The least I could do was spare her life, she had shown such... compassion and kindness towards me. This body I now lived in, golden locks in pretty braids, green eyes so unlike my old cat-like yellow, it remembered Viola just as my old body remembered me, remembered the Witch Ellen. Just as she had inherited my vengeful nature, my body and even some of my memories, I had inherited hers just the same. 

Kindness, and love. All this time, I had thrown away the very thing I longed for. How was I to know that my dear friend was giving me what I wanted most all along? My stolen heart aches for her. 

Poor Viola. 

Her father raises his gun, unknowing that the witch he means to shoot was his real daughter. I make my decision. 

I run forwards. I stand in-between my father and my dear friend, blocking the way with my hands and arms stretched wide to protect my old body, "FATHER STOP! No- she doesn't mean any harm!" my bottom lip trembles, "She's a friend. She's just- she's just injured and scared!" 

 Father frowns, hesitates, but lowers his gun, "Sweetie, that thing is a monster! Look at it. It could be dangerous, she tried to attack you." 

Ah, I suppose this would be harder then I suspected it would be. No matter. 

A sad look crosses my expression, "She didn't mean to, she's just scared. She's not a monster." I take a moment of hesitation, faux, yet I could almost feel the pull of Viola's memories cloud me, so easy to fall into, to let the leftover emotions flood me to make my act ever the more real, "Please father." I say more softly, a memory flashes in my head, of Viola telling Father about me once.... "She's my friend, the one who I had told you about." I add, letting the memory soak into me. 

I find there's a part of me that genuinely hates this man, and yet another part loves him dearly, for he is my Father now. Viola gave up his love when she gave her body up to me. In the beginning I was indifferent towards a man I didn't know, though I had promised Viola that I would love him just as much as she did, and I do truly. All I wanted was love, and now I have his. I have a body worthy of love, no illness to weigh me down, no staying stuck and in pain for an eternity inside The Witch's House I called my own. 

A normal life is what I am given, I am no longer a witch. 

No, that goes to Viola, or shall I say Ellen? She inhabits my old body now after-all, it's only fair she takes all the names and titles that belongs to it. My dear friend is the Witch now, and however little I care of her life, there will always be a part of me that is thankful to her for the life she has given me. 

So gullible, so kind. Lovely, compassionate, Viola. The least I can do is keep her alive, although I did plan to have her give into despair and die for good - for the only way for a witch to die is if they despair. I won’t lie and say I’m not cruel. It’s her fault for being so gullible.

Viola was much stronger then I gave her credit for though, so strong, so full of love that her love for her father was surely what powered her to attempt to lock and kill me in my own home. No, plans change all the time. I find my heart a tad fonder of the poor girl now that I know how similar the two of us truly are, we are both monsters at heart. She would do the same as I did if she were in the same situation. Well, I suppose she is in the same situation now. Trapped, and helpless. Like a baby bird without its wings. 

Before I had done the trade, traded lives with her, traded bodies, I had cut off my legs and scooped out my eyes. Cruel perhaps. And now I find myself... not regretting it, for what is done is done, I feel no guilt, but I find myself acknowledging that perhaps I was a tad too hasty in my rush to take her body and get rid of her for good. 

Now, as I stand before Father, in defense of my dear friend of whom I had intended to kill, the friend who I had betrayed - my dear, sweet, gullible Viola, the kind girl who had given me everything - I find something new taking root in me. I truly did love Viola, that had not changed, but something else had. I did not want her dead. All this time I had such a wonderful friend who loved me equally and I had almost thrown it away in pursuit for love elsewhere in a body deserving of love. Such gifts shouldn't be thrown away, two sides of the same coin is what we are, my cruelness hers, her kindness mine. 

The near-corpse I protect reaches a hand up, clawing at the bottom of my dress with weak hands, gasping for air, "...Hh....heellh....pp- ghhhh...if... ...bbhh...akh...." she coughs out, words barely audible. Blood dribbles down onto the dirt path, gurgling coming from within the poor things throat. Like a broken bird. I can’t help but smile.

The connection we had was but a blink away, I could feel it now, her swimming confusion and desperation... her pain. I knew it well, for once I had felt the same way. Was this empathy I felt now? So strange- unusual, new. She had a loving family, one she had thrown away - something I never had. I couldn't remember my own mother and father, the memories distant, I had not been loved or cherished as Viola has, but non-the-less I was happier then in simpler times. When had I stopped being happy, chasing an emptiness I couldn't fill? To be free, as I were now, it awoke something in me. 

Father drops the frightened expression as I claim my dear Viola as my friend, horrified, "This is Ellen? She needs medical treatment - how is she even still alive?" he comes closer, gun dropping to the ground. 

I move out of the way, gazing down at the confused girl. I kneel next to her, settling down on my knees, gently grabbing the hand still attached to my dress and prying it away. I hold her hand in mine - for that's what Viola would do, wouldn't you dear friend? - as Father comes closer. 

I lean down, and I speak lowly to Viola, my lips brushing her ear as I say the words, "You're so much stronger then I gave you credit for dear friend. Thank you for this, your wonderful body." I smile, hiding it in her hair, as I let her lean into me, as I steady her and help her upright, "...I shall not let your sacrifice go to waste. I will love him like you do." I whisper the promise lovingly into her hair, she flinches, but I pet her hair with a gentle loving hand and she hesitantly melts into my embrace. It was as if the tension drained out of her.

I could sense her hopelessness, yet that burning spark that kept her from giving in and dying hadn’t yet perished. That spark, however small, was the only thing keeping her from giving into despair, from dying for certain. So very curious, there was a reason why I liked her. My soft smile shifts into what could only be a smirk, such a clever and strong girl. 

Father kneels at the other side of Viola and helps me lift her up. In an instant, my expression softens from it’s cruelty and to something resembling pity and worry. I stand as he does, and together we support Viola in our arms. She doesn’t fight nor does she struggle, weak as she is. She just remains limp, broken ugly sounds falling from her mouth, the gaping holes she had for eyes covered by hair. It sounded as if she were sobbing through her injured throat. Such a poor, unfortunate girl. I’m so happy that I met her. Looking down at my blue and white dress, I find my appraising and fond expression melting into a slight frown at the dirt and blood covering the garment. Ah, I’ll have to clean it later then, holding Viola like me and Father was meant we couldn’t help but get her blood on us.

We begin the walk out of the forest, and the closer we make it to the village, the more my heart pounds. Free. I was free. It was time to go home now. How fortunate it is that I get to go home with my best friend, to leave The Witch's House, to leave my old decaying body and leave with something deserving of love. 

Only I was taking that old body with me too, I couldn't just leave Viola now could I? 

She is, after-all, my dearest friend. 

[pistachi0art]

Can I ask what Tommy's role is in the TWH au? There was only Viola and the cat in the original game so uhh

Tommy and the rest of the science team don’t really have in game parallels. They all have unique roles in this au. ^^

[emmetrain]

OOC;; Character inspiration talk with various fandom mentions below :D

Here! There are 5 more actually, but my top picks for the inpos are here :D (I do not accept criticism pffff) And for the reasons:

Anders (DA2) : The softness. Serving the community. Passion. Devotion. Anders has it all and I adore him always.

Amy (B99):  “competitive and stubborn, doing whatever it takes to win, utterly obsessed with anything that has to do with organization or rules, with one of her favourite pastimes even being creating binders for any given situation, a “goody-two shoes”, as she has shown to be incapable of even breaking the smallest rule. Because of how much she values rules and authority,” Emmet’s organization/hardwork bears similarity with her so she is always in my mind as I write him :D

Viola (TWH): Kind. Naive. :)))) Values family and friends. The rest of the similarities would be spoilers so just know Viola and Emmet similarities make me cry.

Teacher (TGFTOS): Kind, smart, has lots of self doubt, thinks others would be better off without him, makes people worry about him... :’)))))

Hector(Cvania-mostly anime): Brave. Naive. Resentful but deep down merciful. Hector is a man of contradictions and I try to add a bit of black and white to Emmet through Hector’s example.

Bucciarati(JJBA): “righteous and extremely determined, compassionate, kind, dedicated to taking the most honorable course of action, even if he puts his life at risk, loyal to the civilians of his territory, being considerate with them accepting their requests for help, and is generally nice to the people he meets.”

And here’s the blank template :D :

[diaryofellen]

[lukaneptun]

The Witch’s House by Fummy

[stampkin]

Viola from The Witch’s House stamps!

[staticevent]

top floor

[imasyd]

Viola? 🧸

(A second part to this)

[softredribbon-kins]

Trans Viola icons for ➕ anon !