Music can't produce itself.

Who is Viola, and what is the purpose of this blog? Viola is my ALNST, or Alien Stage Oc! I created her a few months ago, and decided to finally give her a side blog. I will post things such as lore, any questions asked, etc! Who is running this blog? My main is @blazeth3craze , which is where you'll find most of my regular content! I plan to keep stuff related to Viola here :) What tags can we expect? #alnst oc: viola -> General Tag to promote Viola content! #classical music -> Any form of Viola Information/Lore #mystical sound -> Any art surrounding Viola! # blaze thoughts -> Random Blaze thoughts/information Also! If you have seen Viola before, my friend Fridge posted her on their ALNST Side blog! You can check out the account here: @vmnvermillion I also plan to reblog the post introducing my oc so it is easier to find! I hope you enjoy :)

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Here is Viola's Alien Guardian: Paloma, the Dove Alien! Of course, there's also baby Viola :3 Paloma isn't the most financially stable, but she managed to save up enough to adopt/buy Viola, and now absolutely adores her, enough so that she never bought/adopted any other children. Viola was heavily spoiled as a kid, since Paloma raised all the money, she could make sure she lived a lavished life. As much as Viola appreciated it, she now fears others will see her as a "spoiled brat", which is one of the many reasons she fears talking to other people. Viola has decided to enroll in Season 10 in order to make Paloma proud for all that she's done for her.

I had become so adjusted to the cold. It was familiar feeling, always welcoming me with a warm embrace. Ironic, really. I found comfort in the concept of cold over someone else. It's not like I had anyone else to talk to. I feared that people would think the worst of me. That I was somehow disgusting, even vile. I didn't ask to be treated the way I did. I didn't want anyone to praise me and give me everything I could ever dream for. The cold is nice. You get to be left to your own devices. No one to worry about or cause you judgement. No one to judge you. No one to stare at you. No one to even try and converse with you. The quiet was nice. The cold was nice. No judgement, no heart. Can I even handle this anymore? Could anyone handle this for so long? I don't think I can anymore. Would anyone even come and save me? Was I destined to stay in the hole I dug? It didn't matter. At least that hole provided comfort.

Here she is! Viola takes a lot of aspects of how I am as a person among other things So here is my formal submission towards @alien-til-i-stage 's fangame! (I hope i'm tagging the right person, if not this is kind of embarrassing)

I can't help it. It's so cold here. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm shivering. My body aches for some sort of warmth, some sort of reason to keep moving on. I can't find that reason, no matter how desperately I try. They keep me here. I don't like it. Not one bit. It's so, so cold. I barely see anyone. No one acknowledges me. It's like I'm the sad, lonely viola that nobody wants to take home, in fear of it breaking within their grasp. I'm not that fragile. I have feelings. Sure, they might not be fine-tuned the way people want them to be, but I have them. It's still so cold. The air is pushing itself onto my skin with invisible hands. It won't go away. There's no warmth for me anymore, not like there use to be. I picked up the viola to keep my hands from freezing. Maybe that's why I was given the name. I don't like my name; everyone just mocks it. Named after an instrument often mistaken for the violin. It's not the same, no matter how many people try to say otherwise. It's cold. I'm cold. I'm sorry. Please don't go.

Also, possible Viola lore drop soon? :)

Several type of references for Viola :)