#c: viorel

[sigmasoyboy]

🩸🥩 childhood memories 🥩🩸

still version under the cut

alt title: how to make it look like you are not having PTSD flashbacks in the meat aisle of the supermarket.

unsurprisingly, Viorel is unable to eat meat after what happened to him as a kid. The smell of it makes him gag and the sight triggers panic attacks and flashbacks, so he avoids it as much as he can.

I actually once answered a question about everyone's meat consumption habit in the past so I'll put it there, as a treat for those who dig into read mores:

[jesuisciprian]

(via Dreaming in collages- group exhibition by Romanian Collage Collective @ RAM - Romanian Art Movement, Bucharest)

Dreaming in collages – group exhibition by Romanian Collage Collective ☛ 09.02- 09.03. 2024 @ RAM – Romanian Art Movement  (Bulevardul Regina Elisabeta 37, București 030167, Romania)

DREAMING IN COLLAGES is the first group exhibition of the Romanian Collage Collective community, through which they aim to bring the art of collage to the attention of art and beauty lovers.

ARTistS 🖡 Ada Moisă, Alexandra Grigore, Alexandra Pribeagu, Andrei Argeșeanu, Andrei Stan, Andrei Victor Moldoveanu, Anastasia David Limona, Aura Ramona Badiu, Bentrez, Catrinel Dragomir, Claudia Ramba, Cristian Fierbinteanu, Cristiana Bucureci, Cristina Gârleșteanu, Cristina Maria Geană, Diana C Cartianu, Doru Drăgoi, Elena Donea, Florentin Logigan, Florin Zhu, Gabriela Elena Enache, Livia Marinescu, Maria Iulia Ursa, Aron Baltesiu, Melinda Rus, Maria Magdalena Ienci, Miruna Bălasa, Nicoleta Ababei, Oana-Andreea Kuzmanovski, Ruxandra Niculae, Ștefănescu Maximilian, Teo Vasilescu, Teodora Varzaru, Viorel Florin Costea aka DadaVFC, Robert Vereș, Stefania Șaramat

[vanillabeenflower]

Here, purple man

I wanted to try drawing curly hair, and the text colors are in a style that I wanted to try, I think it looks corny but it does add a lot of decoration

Lots of info under the cut

(This looks better in dark mode)

Name: Viorel/“Vio” [pronounced vye-oh-rell/“vye-oh”]

Animal Form: Hyena

Age: 30 (in Earth years)

Hobby: Stargazing

Fav Job: Bounty hunter

Animal Gift Pref.: Loafers

Gift Pref.: Tools

Liked Trait: Observant

Birthday: October 22

Blood Type: indigo

Fav Food: Mangoes

Occupation: Combat training

Height: 6’2”

Vio is a very standoffish individual. He doesn’t reveal much about himself except to people who he really trusts. He’s known to disappear for days at a time, only to be found by pure chance in an open field, lying on his back while staring silently at the night sky. Vio has a very intimidating presence and a cold demeanor, but he is very, very protective of people he cares about. He won’t tell you why his eyes are naturally yellow and seemingly animalistic, or why his flesh is a purple color, or why he has so many sharp teeth, or where he goes in the middle of the night that results in him covered in scratches and bruises a few days later, or why it appeared like he had claws and spikes on multiple occasions, but he will tell you to stop asking so many questions.

Notes:

- Yeah, he’s , an alien?? Idk it’s an alien species based on a monochrome color scheme that each individual has, so it’s obviously not real. I hope no actual aliens get offended by this depiction

- He has an almost indistinguishable human disguise but he still has pretty sharp teeth, and if he gets mad he can bare his teeth in a way that makes them look bigger. He has purple gums too btw, but it’s more of a bluish-purple than his actual flesh color

- I don’t have a clear enough design in mind yet, but his more alien form has slits in his sides where his ribs can jut out, like a Spanish ribbed newt, a spiny, whip-like tail, purple claws that extend from his nails in his human form, and his eyes get more dark yellow than they are above pictures. If he just transformed, the entire body is just covered in blue/indigo veins (they go away after a while), and his skin tone shifts more to a pinkish-purple

- I don’t have any idea on how he got to Earth or how he got turned into an animal, but Sven was turned into an animal and he wasn’t even cursed by you, so, I don’t think it matters much

- I had this stupid thought that he doesn’t actually smoke, he just lights the cigarette and stands there

- Also here’s his lineart b/c I think the curliness of his hair is more visible like this (it’s like a few minutes older so it looks different from the final)

[hive-vessel]

meet viorel! he probably leads an orchestra and is good at piano

[wrxn-blxkely]

---V I O R E L

   A limp knock is received swiftly against the bedroom door, the time was creeping close to late at night, and the coldness that wrapped Wren was retching. Having limped his way over from a battle that was under the disguise of training, the son of Asteria was cut up pretty badly with blood slicked down his cheeks and left arm; his clothes tattered and stained. Wren would have went to the infirmary yet Vio’s words whispered in his mind like a siren’s call that brought him; not to mention Viothos was closer anyways. “Vio...” he groaned another bloody knock hitting the door frame. 

[thedeadthree]

YELENA VORONIN the lone wanderer (2277), fallout 3 | YELENA wasteland doctor (2287), fallout 4

ELIN zarneki WISEMAN, mind blind | EDELGARD verner VANDERWEYDEN, fernweh saga

MINA de vries MORGANTHAU, when twilight strikes | NATASYA KRYGIN, fallout 4

ESTHER knight WILLEMSEN, the midnight diner | VIORELE IORGOVAN seneschal of ottawa, vtm: parliament of knives

hiiii! i was tagged by the loveliest @preachercuster to make a few of my babies with this cute picrew! thank you so much for the tag macy your the sweetest!

TAGGING: @griffin-wood, @shellibisshe, @starryache, @yennas, @rosebarsoap, @maeflower, @jackiesarch, @themysteriouslou, @taliaferros, @aedyrans, @faithchel, @honeysides, @bvckybvnes, @inkrys, @solarisrenbeth, @trvelyans, @pearlcscent, @mementovivere and anyone that would like to do this!

[kiteshields]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋, one would expect him to have a bit more decorum. 

waking up to an unfamiliar ceiling, exhausted, burning sensation at his neck --- it was awful, all in all, but here he was: walking and talking like nothing had happened in the first place.

so he sits next to viorel in the banquet hall without pause, plate clanging against wood.

“i told you... your first mistake would be showing me mercy.

i won’t attack you so carelessly again, but you should know i’ve already hexed your cursed existence with triple-S-tier bad luck magicks... haha.”

[dystopianam]

Viorel: -Hugging his brother- « Can you stop being a fool for a moment ?! I know very well that you just pretend you don’t care- »

Amethyst: « W-What???!! NOO!! I’m not that sentimental, I–….I-…I really don’— » - Start to cry - « C-CAN YOU STOP?? You make me so nervous I feel like crying, that’s it– I’m not sad, I-I’m– »

Viorel: - laughing softly with difficulty - « …you are still a child, Amethyst, even if you are already 18. Let’s go home, Iris is alone- »

Amethyst: « Y-Yes but I’m not sad, you are. »

[cfserpents]

Costa Rica ended in the way he expected it to: dead body tossed in the ocean. He and Hudson made sure to weigh, mark, and tie the shark-finner down so only the Sahuagin could find him. He hoped that Noelani would resurface. If not for the fact she didn’t belong in the ocean, for the fact that she didn’t deserve to be thrusted in dangerous matters to begin with. Who was he to talk, however? Viorel all but lived in danger. He slotted into any remotely risky or deadly encounter like he was made for it.

If not made, he was forged for it. Honed. 

Memories of warm, pressing bodies around him as they left the shore riddled his body in shivers. He sucked in a sharp breath, pacing his room, as Sorin sat on the bed with ears forward. Feeling Ender squeeze his arm, tug at him, or Hudson squeeze his shoulder left his lips parted for a rushed breath. “No, no.” He whispered to himself. Them getting too close, closing in, making the boat a five foot by five foot square than a twelve foot by four-and-a-half. 

Too close, too tight, too

fucking

m u c h.

Viorel bristled because it was all he knew how to do. His breaths became uneven and erratic, at which point Sorin hopped off the bed to press against Vio’s leg, acting like a drain for a room full of rushing water. He couldn’t breathe. Viorel’s chest was tight and air wasn’t getting in. He snatched his jacket, knife, and flashlight, then marched out of Voithos for the woods once more. Even as he slipped past the camp’s center his breaths weren’t getting better. He thought he’d die by the time he hit the woods. Under the moonlight, under the stars, Viorel Lucaci was very much still alive.

Sorin was his second shadow for the night as he collapsed against a tree and held him close. He kept the shepherd in his arms while breaths slowly fell in line with his. Each breath in, grimy and cold hands from the past clambered over his skin. Each breath out, demigods’ warm shoulders jostled against him. Touch for touch, neither given explicit permission. He felt something touch his shoulder and that roused a violent green to flood his eyes and a snarl to ripple out his throat. “I said don’t touch me,” he rumbled over his shoulder. The touch persisted, a little sharper than before. “You know you want it, so why fight it?”

“I said don’t touch me!” 

His deep, shaking words shot through the night and into the forest. Wide eyes searched for the culprit, the abuser, the myriad of faces he had seen each night growing up. None were around. The tree canopies, stars, and Sorin himself were his company for the night, with none responsible for tearing him down every. Single. Day. 

[sigmasoyboy]

being a blorbo is agony

[🥩 oc directory]

[ourple-octoling]

“ why don’t i make you a cup of tea, and you can tell me all about it? “ / from tsu

Familial/Platonic Prompts

"C-Captain you really don't have ta'--"

When was he gonna actually call her by her name?

Oh. She's already walking over to the designated kitchen tent and making him tea.

Another day, another injury. Viorel's anger had gotten the best of him and well... He ended up kicking one of O.R.C.A's systems which didn't fair well on his end. Damage to property resulted in another dousing of ink of the opposite colour of his. What a stupid system with stupid mission requirements... Now he's kinda out of commission until his injuries healed.

A gauze wrapped around his leg and temporary cloth cast around one of his arms, and a few small bandages plastered about on his body... God, Alterna missions really did make Octarian Miliarty look like a kiddie ride.

"Okay-- Maybe I shouldn't have taken my anger out of the cod damn machine. But those conditions were absolute bullshit!!!"

[smartseo4you]

Chindia devine lider în play-out

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Chindia devine lider în play-out

Chindia Târgoviște a învins-o în această după-amiază pe teren propriu pe FC Hermannstadt cu scorul de 2-0 (1-0), în prima etapă a play-out-ului ligii 1.

Dumitrașcu a deschis scorul în minutul 31 cu un șut pe jos de la 20 de metri. Florea a dublat avantajul gazdelor în minutul 48 după o acțiune individuală în care a driblat doi adversari și a înscris cu un șut sub transversală.

Detaliile meciului

Echipele de start:

Chindia Târgovişte: Aioani – Căpuşă, Iacob, Celea, C. Dinu – Yameogo (Neicuţescu ’89), Raţă (Kocic ’75), Dulca, Dumitraşcu – D. Popa, Florea (Berisha ’79). Antrenor: Emil Săndoi;

Hermannstadt: Cristiano – Belu-Iordache (Măţel ’53), Viera (Dâlbea ’76), Scarlatache, Opruţ – Alhassan (Yazalde ’53), Pires, Aosman – Bagaric, Mayoral (Sebaihi ’76), Buzan (Petrescu ’16). Antrenor: Eugen Beza;

Arbitrii:

Adrian Viorel Cojocaru – Mircea Orbuleţ, Marius Badea – Iulian Dima;

Cartonașe galbene:

Chindia Târgovişte: Dulca ’43 ;

Hermannstadt:  Viera ’47, Petrescu ‘90+1;

Cu această victorie, Chindia acumulează 23 de puncte și urcă pe locul 7 în clasament. Hermannstadt cade pe 16 cu 13 puncte.

Etapa viitoare, Chindia va juca în deplasare cu FC Argeș, iar Hermannstadt va primi vizita Astrei Giurgiu,

[wrxn-blxkely]

V I O R E L 🩹

   If you stared too hard at Wren, at the yellow flowers, at how the wind blew through his sheer skirt you’d swear you were looking at a painting. The Norwegian mountain line in the background, how carefree the boy looked as he spun himself dizzily through the fresh bloomed meadow of buttercups. If it weren’t for Sorin’s playful bark, the young demigod would have been obvious of anyone there. 

        “Oh!” his smile curled, turning to the dog that approached, along with Viorel not far behind.

    The curious dog’s nose played at the hem of Wren’s skirt, slightly lifting it so that the wind swept beneath it; folding through the air, accidentally flashing Viorel a sight of his powder blue thong. “Hi how are you doing today sweet heart.” a graceless curtsy and then to the grass Wren knelt, his eyes dancing between Sorin and Viorel, “I guess how are you doing today too...sweetheart?” giving the man some cheek with his tongue.

[thedeadthree]

elin zarneki wiseman, mind blind | edelgard verner vanderweyden, fernweh saga | viorele iorgovan, vtm: parliament of knives

celie mirzadeh, midnight mass | szabina von doom báthory, marvel | olga uytterhoeven litvinchuck, citadel

liudvina caine vitkus, novaturient | aurore van helsing, water to blood | zelda seed expósito, far cry 5

ahhh hi!! i was tagged by katelyn @jackiesarch to make some of my babies in this here picrew! your the sweetest thank youu lovely!

— tagging: @griffin-wood @chuckhansen @maeflower @rocketsummers @mementovivere @yennas @wayhavens @rosebarsoap @lacunafiction @syfynjvall @shellibisshe @jmiacolt @solarisrenbeth @pearlcscent and anyone that would like to do this as well!

[stiri-noi]

Fotbal: Petrolul Ploieşti l-a transferat pe mijlocaşul ghanez Amidu Salifu

[dystopianam]

Mai: « V-Viorel…I-I’m sorry- I was just angry, I should have also understood how you were feeling but I was so upset that I just wanted everything to be okay for your father’s funeral- …he…he was- »

Viorel: - crying very loudly -

Mai: « …h-he was such a good father, the best husband that every woman c-can–… » - Mai begins to sob -

Amethyst: « …what weak people. Big brother, you’re 24 and I look like the older one here. »

Mai: « AMETHYST. »

– Meanwhile at home –

Iris: - Speaking in a low voice and in an agitated way - « D-Dad is not dead, Dad is not dead…. Dad is not dead… »