#salvi

[missnessabless]

Godton Grim art by (c) @missnessabless

[marcopuggini-blog]

Luigi Avella Ospite a Radio PugginiOnAir: Gisella Cardia - Madonna di Trevignano - Vescovo Salvi 05.12.2024

[bloodsoakedfangs]

And here come some for Salvi!

Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

Do you believe in the existence of soul males and/or true love?

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why?

Who or what, if anything, would you die for? (or go to extremes for?)

What is your best feature, in your opinion?

What do you think of drugs and alcohol? Are there any types that people should never do? Why or why not?

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Killing is quite natural in my experience. We do it, advertently or inadvertently, to eat. We do it when a pest comes into our space. If you are referring to murder, then I'd say it's common enough to be natural. Many find it unacceptable and I can understand, but there are acceptable situations that fall to the mercy of each individual perspective. So, I'll tell you mine. Killing mindlessly is unacceptable. Killing with purpose, intention, or reason, I can accept. Killing as an act of survival for myself or my loved ones, I accept. Killing to stop more killing, I accept.

The most evil thing any human being can do is an unforgivable act upon a child or an innocent. I believe children are pure innocence, and sheltered, older humans are also quite innocent, I'd go as far as to say without defense. It is unthinkable to do so. There is no level playing field and that is why they do it. It is evil.

I do believe in deep, unconditional love. I admire the notion of soulmates, I think the term is actually describing a sense of deep familiarity when falling in love. As if they have known one another in another life. True love I believe in too, many kinds of love can be true. Not limited to one. So if you are asking if I believe you have one soulmate or one true love, Gods no. That would be rather cruel wouldn't it? You have many. You path dictates which ones you'll find. And your experiences how you will bond. You have choices. Love is not something that happens to us, but a series of choices we make, mutually.

I'm not sure, if so I am unaware of them.

There are many things I refuse to do under any circumstances. My morals and my conscience are why.

I'd die for my people, I'd die for my children if I had any. I'd die for my loved ones including a partner if I had one. I won't die for a stranger, I value myself too much for that. Though I may kill for a stranger. I'd also kill for our pets.

Best feature? I believe it's loyalty. I am impeccable with my word.

Drugs and alcohol... Alcohol is fine in moderation, too much is essentially poisoning your body. Marijuana I'm quite fond of, actually. There are kinds to relax you and kinds to give you energy. It's clean and nonoffensive to me.

There are many drugs you shouldn't do for lots of reasons. Some even come with a prescription, we must be mindful of what we happily put into our bodies, not every doctor is as knowledgeable as they seem.

Perfect happiness is living in the present moment with no desire to change any aspect of it. That can look like many things.

The lowest depth of misery in my experience was believing I was made up of nothing but my past mistakes, and mistaking that for my identity. Misery loves company, I was surrounded by people who wanted nothing more than darkness and validation. I shed those people and that mindset and I became free.

[salvieslovenotes]

Mirror Mirror

vi x reader, 18+ themes!!

Vi receives a nude from you for the first time and... freaks out a little

(a/n: i haven't written anything like this before, please be gentle!!)

Vi loves the way your relationship is going. She's never taken it this slow before; her relationships in the past have all been about diving head-first, but this, with you, it feels different. She really, really likes you. She doesn't want to mess it up. And taking it slow feels good, it feels like the right thing.

She suspects she's in a bit deeper than you, afraid that it means more to her than it does for you, and so slow... yeah, that's good. Give her a bit of space, allow her to reign in the rush of feelings and want that floods her whenever she's around you.

It's new for her, not to be sure of where it's going, what's happening—but she's taking a step back, taking the cues from you. Whenever you want to take it a step further, she's more than happy to go there.

But it's also tricky, not seeing you every day when she wants to. Not being sure if you're feeling the same way. Only going on one or two dates a week, holding herself back when kissing you, afraid you'll taste the longing she can't swallow down, pull away because you don't want that. You made it very clear, you two were casual. Your relationship was supposed to be fun, and yeah—casual.

So she never mentions it, even though yeah, she wants to know if you're thinking about her, too, when you don't see each other. She wants you to be thinking about her. She wants to get little dirty texts from you, she wants to send them back. She wants to get a text and be thinking about it all day. But she respects your boundaries, and so she says nothing.

Casual is... not really how Vi feels about you.

But it's alright, she knows you haven't been treated right in the past. Been with some people who haven't been respectful, who've made it so you don't give your trust easily. And so she understands why you're hesitant about starting something serious, and she really wants to show you that she's not like the others. She would never do anything to hurt you, or make you uncomfortable.

It's a total slap in the face one morning when she's just messaged you hello like she always does and you respond... differently.

good morning love

sleep well?

She's busy pouring coffee when a moment later her phone buzzes with a new message.

Cupcake <3: Well... not so good.

Frowning, she types quickly.

oh??

Three dots appear on the screen and she waits impatiently, a little worried.

Cupcake <3: Yeah, couldn't sleep well.

Was kinda... distracted

Thinking about you

Vi stares at the last line, her heart suddenly beating hard in her chest, fast enough that her stomach clenches a little. Is this... are you doing what she thinks you're doing? For a moment she has a small panic; what if she's misinterpreted, because you two have never done anything like this before. Even your flirting is all tame, none of it overly suggestive, and what if she's got it totally wrong? What if you actually meant you were up because you were questioning the relationship. Is this you telling her you want to talk?

Now panicking in earnest, Vi glances down at her screen again where your three dots have reappeared. Wondering how to reply, she takes a sip of coffee—then promptly chokes.

Another message from you has just come through. This time, it's a photo.

A photo of you, specifically.

When Vi's finished coughing her lungs out, she grips her phone tight in both hands, staring, suddenly very certain that she was right the first time. It does not look like you're questioning the relationship.

The photo doesn't include your face, cutting off at your collarbones. Vi's gaze travels along their dip and curve, thinking of how she wants to run her tongue along that same line. You're clearly lying down in the image, rumpled sheets below your back. The lower half of the image cuts off again, just showing the elastic of your panties, and the fingers you're just slipping beneath the hem.

It's a matching set. Black lace, making the curve of your waist even sharper. Vi drinks in every pixel of the image, the way your fingers are teasing her, barely pulling the elastic of your panties as if it could snap back at any moment. She can imagine your satisfied little smile, the way your breaths would become more rapid and shallow as your hand slipped lower.

Vi lets out a shaky breath, a twinging ache of want low in her stomach. She doesn't need to move to know she's soaked her boyshorts. Pushing a hand that's trembling a little through her hair, she looks at the photo again, swallowing roughly. And shit—wait, the message is from almost ten minutes ago and she...

She has the sudden thought that you might be doing that right now, and fully just —spaces out. Gripping the counter until her knuckles are white, she closes her eyes, the picture of you blazing behind her eyelids. She thinks of the way your back would arch a little as you teased yourself, brushing a finger over your clit, bucking into your own hand. Biting your lip to stifle a moan, free hand clutching desparately at the sheets.

She still hasn't replied.

What does she even respond to something like that? Wow angel, thanks for wreaking me at eight in the morning.

Honestly, she's not really sure why this photo has... affected her so much. It's not the most explicit photo she's received from a girl, not by a long shot. Hell, some of her old hook-ups had sent full on videos and none of them had made her feel... quite like this. Shaky with the need to touch you, to have her mouth on your skin, your taste over her tongue. The desparate desire to make you hers, properly hers, someone that no one else would get to touch, to want, to have. You've barely been going out a month, and she wants it to be for always.

She's worried about leaving the message read and without a response—she doesn't want you to get the wrong impression, that it wasn't a good idea to send or worse, that she's unfazed by it.

But she just... doesn't know what to send back. In the past she's snapped responses without even thinking, quick photos of her touching herself, or maybe some at the gym, especially when she was with one girl who was particularly into her strength, but she doesn't know you well enough to know what you'd like, what would make you think of her in the way she's thinking of you—you're both still learning each other, the sex is still new. And she sort of wants...

She wants to make you feel like she does right now. She just doesn't know how.

For now she just sends a quick text, just the truth, before she can think twice about it—

fuck, angel

do you have any idea what you do to me?

—then locks her phone and religiously doesn't look at it for the rest of the day. Not that it makes a difference. Without ever opening your chat again, she's distracted. Thinking about you. Wanting you.

After work she can't take it anymore and calls Caitlyn, one of her closest friends and incidentally how you two met, as Caitlyn is also a close friend of yours.

Vi's not calling to ask for advice on nudes... but she's also not not calling to ask for advice on nudes. She and Caitlyn have been friends long enough that she's not even embarrassed about it.

"Fuck I just... I dunno what to do," she sighs. It's a little frightening, to want someone that badly, when she has no idea if you feel that strongly about her.

She's so highly strung her fingers have a tiny tremor in them even though she's only had one coffee today. Every time she thinks of that photo (which she's done approximately seven times a minute all day) her heartrate picks up, heat inching up her neck. She's pretty sure her cheeks have been flushed all day—though it's not particularly hot weather-wise.

She's wearing tight black jeans, her old pair full of rips she usually wears when tinkering on her bike, but it was a bad choice today because they're tight around her waist, and every time she bends or takes a seat the seam presses against her. Usually she doesn't notice, but now even that slight pressure is enough to have her biting back a whine as she thinks again about your long fingers curling under the lacy hem of your panties, the way you'd —

A soft laugh in her ear snaps her back to the present. Fuck, she needs to get it together.

"Okay, I'm gonna help you," says Caitlyn on the other end of the line, sounding vaguely amused. "But only because you're being a pathetic wet sock. Alright, you want her to want you?"

"Uh-huh," Vi mumbles, slumped over her counter top and staring moodily at the floor.

"Right, go into your bedroom."

"Okay..." Vi replies, pushing herself up off the counter and wandering through her small flat to her bedroom. "M'kay, I'm there."

"Open your wardrobe door," Caitlyn instructs, "the side with the long mirror. You still have that mirror, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," Vi says, pulling open the side of her wardrobe with the mirror attached. "Now what?"

"Now take off your shirt, and turn around. "

Having tossed her phone onto her bed, halfway out of her shirt Vi pauses, frowning. "Turn... around?"

There's an exasperated sigh from Caitlyn's end. "Yes, turn around. One-eighty. One-eight-zero. Turn around."

"So I'm... not facing the mirror?"

There's another sigh from Caitlyn. "Fuck, Vi, you useless lesbian. Yes, turn around so your back is to the mirror."

"My back?"

"Yep." There's a smirk in Caitlyn's voice when she adds, "Trust me, that's all you need to do to make her want you."

And well, Caitlyn's not wrong.

[writerquil]

nothing better than shipping a ship where one of the people have a canon love interest

"arent they with-?" I DONT CARE

[marionto]

"Según vecinos, los reos trabajan de 8 am a 4 pm sin descansar, sin agua ni comida. El terreno pertenece a Marta Campos, con quien la madre del funcionario ha tenido contacto desde muchos años."

El infierno tiene que tener un lugar especial para esta gente.

[tdrawz444]

Fondest memories

Ash is taking the photo :]

[simorys]

Tried a slightly different style :3

[oiarlert]

these punks

[sivarestilo]

❤️🇸🇻💯 El Salvador 🫶🧢 . . . . . . . . #elsalvador #salvi #cipotes #bichos #salvadoreñas #salvadoreñosporelmundo #sivar #sivarphoto #sansalvador #sivarestilo #estebancito (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpWOmbpP7FP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ezicx]

Agreed. The mask is beautiful.

[knockfell]

Was looking through old art OUGHH I MISS HIM I miss him lots. He is my all time fave but I kind of. Forget. Still love this art tho and it has so many headcanons in it that I hold dear. I really need to draw him more (Lyrics from here <3)

[cassianyis]

[salvieslovenotes]

Vi casually flirting with you (and swallowing her feelings like her life depends on it) and calling you every pet name under the sun. Baby, princess, angel, anything but your actual name.

You usually roll your eyes and smile, and Vi's mask doesn't slip; she keeps it together, keeps her feelings hidden.

UNTIL one time you say it back. Looking oh so innocently up at her, a soft smile curling at the corners of your lips as you ask, 'What, baby?'

And Vi's suddenly an incoherent, stuttering mess. Cheeks flaming, can't look you in the eye for an entire week, desparately wants you to say it again and doesn't know how to ask because what if you were just teasing—

(spoiler alert you were not, in fact, just teasing)

[writerquil]

i either see gay ships as my two fathers or my son and his stupid little boyfriend

[cryptid-time-bby]

My fave genre of ship is genuine asshole x loveable asshole