#v-iciious

[just-bendy]

the red sweater looks really nice, (alil mickey mouse-ish, ig it cant be helped with toons.) but i think bendy would look great in a blue one too. 💙

I'd look great in anything.

Blue, huh? Not bad. Yeah, I could wear this next time.

[chaoscrawls]

❝ show me those teeth up close, i want to see what sort of calamities they are capable of. ❞

"Oh, well now you're speaking my language."

The god practically purs, and despite the comment not really being a compliment they've taken it that way. Preening under the attention. Bones shudder and crack as they lower to allow their new companion to take a closer look at their face, their sharp teeth jutting out towards any flesh that might get too close.

"Don't be afraid. I'll let you touch me."

[despairforme]

❝ what is this so-called emergency ?? what constitutes 4 missed calls ? ❞ ( im gonna drop this here bc i can't think of anything for our thread :') )

Oh, there he was! Nnoitra was glad to see him, a bright grin instantly appearing on his usually gloomy face. He held up a hand in greeting. It had been a good while since they last met up, and Nnoitra had more or less forgotten about him. That was, until he NEEDED him. That was what the missed calls were about.

❝ Yo! ❞ Seemed Lir thought this really WAS an emergency. (spoiler - it wasn't). Nnoitra had come across a poster for an eating competition. More specifically - an ice cream eating competition. He'd been excited about it, until he'd realized that you needed to participate in teams of two. Nnoitra didn't really know anyone with a big sweet tooth like himself - EXCEPT THAT HE DID! Lir was that person. So, that was what all of this was about. ❝ Ya gotta come with me, or we're gonna be too late 'ta sign up! ❞ Without even offering him a further explanation, Nnoitra grabbed his shoulder to try and pull him along. Hurry, hurry!

[etlascivus]

'What does the demon want for christmas ? ' c:

    ❛  do you ask in the hopes of offering fulfillment ? or is it plain curiosity ? the itch to fill the empty space , the silence ?  ❜  a flash of mischief sparkles in his otherwise dark vision . the little devil is like a little imp , curling his mouth as he curls his tail , giggling behind closed lips .  ❛  i yearn , as all do , for that which one cannot have . destroy god , for me . destroy any one of my brothers ! succumb to your worst impulses , your most base desires , and invite me along to witness and instruct the orchestra of foul blasphemy !  ❜

        tail flicks with anticipation , excitement .  ❛  but for the more... corporeal wants , a simple meal will suffice . succulent meats , fine wine , fresh bread , and coffee to keep the festivities raging . perhaps i should go ahead and plan such a feast myself . this time of year gets so dull in my neck of the realms . ❜

[untowonder-gone]

if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on and send this to ten of your followers who makes you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! ♡

jao dare you

[cantuscorvi]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨

ah this is very sweet, thank you ! i'm just gonna tag people here because sending these things around isn't really my thing, but i still wanna show some love and ten is surely not enough !

@v-iciious / @nezumivc103221 / @distopea / @tximidity / @mauerfrau / @heincus / @nvrcmplt / @laplacemail / @lunarscaled / @worldly-diversity / @mugunghwc / @magioffire / @moonglittering / @deathleads /@sovereignxfae

[hellguarded-moved]

≥ @v-iciious moved to beta from here_

" the variables can be... unpredictable, " he retorted with a shrug of shoulders, before crossing his arms over his chest, though otherwise kept his posture somewhat lax. just as well, because he wasn't exactly keen on sharing the details of said failure— not when it was so close to his heart. the scars told plenty of stories already.

" no...? " it came with genuine surprise— he already began wondering if this was to be one of those old-fashioned search and destroy missions if they were only to follow leads without anything specific. " anything at all to follow then? i don't require exact latitude. a place of stay; a city at least. so long as i've visited it or something nearby in the past, i can take us there. "

the archives. the word alone had the canid's brows lifting in curiosity— he wouldn't have imagined his newly-assigned partner to be so... willing to take him to such a private area. or so he imagined— he knew the gonchiye was incredibly secretive about restricted files. knowing that he'd have company, he wondered just how much he could really learn from just this short visit... but he'd definitely be on the lookout.

" very well, " he wasn't going to turn it down by any means, " if you have any documents or further information to provide regarding the target, i'd be happy to learn of them. "

[lunaetis]

𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

                there was a change in him ( @v-iciious ) that was obvious to the one who had always stayed by his side.

                the time she had seen him became lesser and lesser, though the ex-soldier would never complain about it. the lives they both led even prior to their first meet shaped who they are now, and their pasts were exactly why their paths had crossed in that fateful night and the mission that should've ended her life as they knew it.

                the BEAST watched him from the corner, noting that inevitable change in his demeanor, the way his eyes were more fierce even when he wasn't reading the documents in hand. violet was never someone demanding of his presence or time ever since they were together, there was never once a complaint from her side. perhaps, the only thing that came to her mind was that of worry, of the hardened personality he began to adapt after he returned from work, if it could be called that.

                if it were the time before this, he would've noticed the subtle change in the BLONDE's demeanor. the way her lips parted as though she was trying to tell him something, yet decided against it. if it were before, he'd have inquired what was on her mind, or why her eyes were following him as though she was longing for his presence despite him still seated beside her. but those times were no more, not when sometimes it went weeks, or even more without them seeing each other.

                she didn't know what was on his mind anymore, nor did he know what was on hers.

                he was busy, that was what she kept telling herself. from days turned into weeks, of how she had never found the right time to speak to him about what was on her mind, and it was beginning to eat up at her. day after day, she would be lucky to get a glimpse of him returning home ( could their place still be called that ? )

                " lir. " the silence was BROKEN, and for some reasons, she noticed how the sound of his name became foreign to her tongue. since when did his name that used to be the very thing that calmed her down become something alien to her ? when was the last time she had called him by name ? she didn't know. bright azure hues were staring at him, hoping for a moment of his time but even the affectionate nickname he used to call her felt like a distant past, too. a wordless gaze was all she got from him, this time, but she had his attention.

                an envelop was presented to him, rather a peculiar way to communicate something. no other sound nor words were uttered until he took it, and only then would he notice it was not her handwriting, nor was it addressed to him. if anything, he wouldn't have recognized the HANDWRITING at all. it was, however, the content of the letter that would grab at his attention.

                a hand-written letter with no address. it could only mean one thing —

                — this was delivered to her in person.

                as he read it, the EX-SOLDIER stood there with mixed emotions. when she first read the letter, she could feel her heart pounding. should this news be received many years prior to this, then she would have leapt for joy and rushed to the person's side without any hesitation. yet, the fact that she was standing there, looking like she was torn between making the decision with her heart or her mind. it was a summon, or perhaps one could say a request and a plead ? but to violet, anything that person said would've been an order.

                so why was it that she was reluctant to follow ?

                " he's calling for me. " finally, her words were heard once more, and the man-made weapon was sure that he already finished reading the letter itself. lips thinned, and gloved digits curled inwardly, the matching ring she had on her finger gleamed dimly upon the light, mirroring the one he had on his own.

                i don't want to leave. i don't want to leave you, lir ...

                head lowered, and her hand came to caress the EMERALD BROOCH on her person. no matter what he said, no matter what was asked of her, if he simply said the word, she would follow. she was his tool, and he was her master. he was EVERYTHING — despite being unable to feel it with her prosthetic hands, she gripped the brooch tightly.

                after all, it was the man who gave it to her that wrote the letter.

                " lir — " idon'twanttogoidon'twanttogoidon'twanttogo.

                " — i have to go. to him. "

                gilbert bougainvillea is alive.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continuation from here with @v-iciious

She was glad upon the compliment he gave her. It was visible in her expression. It was, indeed, nice that he thought she could react. And perhaps even more that her reaction could bring some effects. Would she react? Nunnally did not know. The person she was now talking with did not give her enough time to ponder her reaction. His glare was intimidating enough to make the trouble-seekers disappear.

Nunnally smiled to Lir. No, she was not intimidated. She liked people that were different. They appeared safer. It was the ordinary individuals that sacred her.

“Perhaps you are right. Perhaps someone would react, perhaps that would be even me. But at the end of the day, you were the one who did something. And I think it was impressive and should be appreciated.”

 “My name is Nunnally.” – she reached her hand towards him. Why? Was she interested if he took it or ignored her gesture – “And I would like to thank you for what you did. It would be a shame if the atmosphere of this place would get ruin.” – she smiled again, but his last words peaked her interest. Were they directed at her?

“Now you made me interested.” – she said – “In the means you are ready to take to keep your peace. I hope I am not the one who is disturbing you right now.” – it was difficult to say if she was slightly joking or if she was truly concerned – “But I thought that remaining silent would not be right. Would you accept if I offer to buy you some coffee as a small thank you gift?”

[muraenide]

@v-iciious sent: ❝ i'd offer to strangle you but i think you'd be into it. ❞

"I would." Not a stutter, he did not even hesitate. He hadn't misheard the second voice in the sentence - lack of enthusiasm. He had valid reasons, of course. This is, after all, a human school with human rules. "I'm afraid I only expect excitement if things are at stake. But it would make things messy for you if you tried, wouldn't it?"

[ouchiis]

@v-iciious / cont.

· · ·  OUYE'S  PALLID  ,    FRIGID  HANDS  tenderly  grasped  ,    like  a  young  child  cradling  an  injured  baby  bird  ,    LIR's  hand  as  soon  as  it  was  presented  to  them.    their  fingertips  gently  grazed  and  whispered  against  the  creases  and  folds  ,    their  eyes  eye  transfixed  by  the  mysteries  of  his  palm.

· · ·  ❛  LIKE  ALL  DIVINE  MESSAGES  ,    chiromancy  brings  hopes  and  despairs  on  its  own  volition—    the  stars  seldom  have  mercy  towards  our  kind.    i'll  try  to  avoid  anything  pessimistic  for  your  own  sanity  .  .  .    but  on  the  off  chance  your  hands  speak  of  death  ,    i'd  be  more  than  willing  to  prepare  your  eulogy.  ❜    of  course  ,    hands  rarely  spoke  of  death  ,    but  perhaps  its  unfortunate  omens  sparked  a  morbid  yearning  for  such  a  simplistic  fate  instead.    LIR's  life  line  proved  to  be  one  of  the  simple  tragedies  of  chiromancy;    the  tearing  and  shaking  of  his  life  line  marked  him  as  a  sick  child—    a  scar  ,    in  a  sense.    a  remnant  or  future  of  illness.    OUYE  would  know;    their  life  line  was  quite  the  same.    they  bit  their  tongue. · · ·  ❛  LONG  FINGERS  ,    LONG  PALM  .  .  .    a  lucky  bride  that  one  will  be.  ❜    a  relatively  dirty  -  minded  comment  that  slipped  through  their  breath.    ❛  if  i  may  so  inquire―    tell  me  ,    are  you  a  water  sign  ?    the  shape  of  your  fingers  whispers  that  you're  a  visionary  .  .  .    and  if  it  reassures  you  ,    the  length  of  your  ring  finger  indicates  you're  a  charmer;    the  longer  the  ring  finger  ,    the  more  people  will  want  your  hand  in  marriage.  ❜    OUYE  couldn't  help  but  envy  him  ,    indicated  by  their  lidded  eyes  eye  resting  nearly  hungrily  on  his  hand.    such  prosperous  hands  rested  in  theirs  ,    held  gently  as  if  it'd  shatter  like  glass  with  one  wrong  movement. · · ·  ❛  .  .  .    I  WANTED  TO  READ  YOUR  HAND  because  of  your  thumb  the  most.    i'm  sorry  for  approaching  you  so  directly  ,    i'm  not  even  the  most  social  type  to  begin  with—    but  .  .  .  ❜    OUYE  pulled  LIR's  hand  closer  to  them  to  further  observe  his  thumb  ,    pale  fingertip  tracing  its  wrinkles.  ❛  .  .  .    near  perfect  logic  and  reasoning  lines.    do  you  see  how  they  connect  to  make  a  circle  in  the  middle  of  your  thumb  ?    i've  never  seen  such  a  thing―    not  without  any  breaks  between  them  ,    that  is.    and  yet  your  will  seems  to  be  faded  ,    barely  even  visible  ,    while  you  lack  family  lines  almost  entirely.    perhaps  your  lines  are  more  faint  because  of  your  callouses  ,    and  yet  .  .  .  ❜    they  trailed  off  ,    tracing  and  re  -  tracing  LIR's  hand  with  their  eyes  eye  over  and  over  again  ,    starry  and  curious  and  childishly  entertained. · · ·  ❛  DIVINATION  ASIDE  .  .  .    have  you  ever  considered  becoming  a  firefighter  ?    such  calloused  hands  could  serve  you  prosperously  .  .  .    and  i'm  sure  your  size  creates  high  demand  ,    as  well.  ❜

[azurescaled-arch]

🚪// from the non verbal prompt !

Nonverbal Prompts || Not Accepting! @v-iciious

Izumi looked up as they heard the sound of a knock at the door. Grabbing their cup of tea, they stood up, walking over to the door and opening it so that they could see what the other could want.

"Is there something I can help you with? Most people don't visit so late."

[cantuscorvi]

he can respect a man with a nicely pressed lapel. was that a designer pocket square he spied ? he'll need to ask for the label.

@v-iciious

There are usually only two reasons a man would stare at his chest for that long. He's going to make a fairly educated guess, with this one. A glance down at himself, and then back up, unhurried.

"Hermès." Vintage, though. And then he really focuses on the other man. His head tilts in curiosity, gesturing up and down. "Humor me -- your coat...?"

[hellguarded-moved]

≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @v-iciious ( "SOURCE" );

blog’s trademark? this is a good one! its for sure the writing style; if you were to remove all of your graphics, you could still tell your writing apart from all others. you have a few tells as well & a few words you favor over others. aside from Ignis being ✨ ICONIC ✨, he himself is very different from other muses-- hes unique if its not too cliche to say. and a little piece of you is seen within the writing; that is if you know where to look. also this is the hexcode i think of when i imagine your blog-- #7f0707 ps. happy new year my friend!

i'm a little late to this but..... no stop gfdkgd i feel so called out!!!! i know i repeat a lot of words because honestly my writing is just Basic Bitch Stuff™ and is probably one of my biggest insecurities so idk what are you doing complimenting it!!

i'm happy you like this trash dog tho, idk what makes him unique or ✨ ICONIC ✨ but i will. accept it, rather than trying to nitpick and it with my insecurities and just being overall negative. it is something i'm trying to work on! because i am a very negative person so i'm trying to give myself at least a little credit.

the fact that you added the hexcode makes me laugh. it is not the exact color that i have used in my graphics but darn if it isn't close. my obsession with red and fire aesthetics thanks to ig have spread a lot towards my guildmates! so now everyone knows i'm The fire boy. i would in fact agree that that has become my trademark across platforms, lmao.

[lunaetis]

@v-iciious asked :

“I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had.” // for violet !!

unprompted. || always accepting

─「ヴァイオレット」─  you're a weapon and weapons don't weep.

                THE BEAST OF BOUGAINVILLIA was exactly that. she was a living weapon and a proof of how far one could be pushed into becoming deadly enough to be called a weapon rather than a person. despite possessing an appearance of a young woman, those azure eyes had shown no emotions ever since she was brought up. she was raised, and taught to be nothing but a killing machine. a living, breathing tool for someone to use, and a BEAST to bring victory to her master. fight and kill. blood and ashes. war and sacrifices. that was all she knew. that was her entire life. one order after another. no question, no emotion, none.

                and here she was, the same beast, the WEAPON whose her collar was cut loose and she latched onto the person who freed her from the officials ready to dispose of her. bright blue eyes were no longer emotionless, however, as they sparkled with silent delight every time they landed upon HIM. perhaps, not unlike a puppy awaiting to be petted, to be praised, to be called.

                " i am who I am because of you. you are every reason, every hope, and every dream i've ever had. "

                and the SOLDIER stared at him, feeling the warmth of his hand against her cheek, feeling the warmth of his words seeping into her heart. each syllable registered itself into her mind, wrapping like vines so tightly and securely around the BEATING ORGAN in her left chest. and she stared at him with her eyes revealing everything words cannot.

                she looked at him like he was light, like he was hope in the darkness, like he was that silver-lining through the endless storm, like he was dawn that broke the dark, like he was EVERYTHING.

                and it was just that. it was truth. to violet, lir was her reason to live.

                shouldn't it be her who said those words to him ? shouldn't it be HER who told him just how much he meant to her, how she would be so willing to break every bones in her body just to keep him safe ? it should be like that, right ? her gloved hand slowly came over his own, gently pressing it closer to her cheek as she leaned into his touch, head turning so that she could nuzzle her lips into that the calloused palm that had been stained with blood countless of time. even so, she treated it like he was HOLY.

                lir ... lir ... lir ...

                " please don't go where i can't follow. " it was a plead, a confession, a pledge, a VOW, all in one. in that single sentence, it was clear how her whole existence was tied to this person, how her VERY sense of self was made up, and around, the man before her. nothing else mattered, no one else could come close. his existence in her life was so massive that she cannot comprehend GOING FORWARD without him.

                " no matter where the path you walk would lead, whether it leads to salvation, eternal paradise, or literal hell, i will follow you. i will follow you anywhere. " LOVE ... she knew this was love in its purest sense, in the sense that she would have loved him regardless of time, circumstances, or any change in the future. she clutched his hand a little tighter, then leaning forward just so she could rest her forehead to his. like a lost puppy, like a lost soul finally finding a home after wandering aimlessly for so long.

                " i never dream, never hope. i never have desire for anything ... except you. "

                " if a weapon, a war tool like myself can become someone's hope and dream, then it's all because of you. i owe it to you. because you taught me what love is, all the love i have in me is for you and you alone. "

                " this body, this heart — it's all yours, lir. "

[tragedicna]

feeling real sappy tonight so here's a little small promo but also big APPRECIATION towards them <3

@ambivalent-auguries

            the woman i'd commit tax fraud with . . . jk  .  unless . . . no  ,  just kidding  .  the light of my life  ,  i am so glad to have met you and had the absolute pleasure of writing with you  .  i love all of our character interactions and i love how you push me to write better  .  thank you for always being there for me uvu and listening to my stupid rants  .  i love how you always indulge me in ideas and don't hesitate to start new things with me to keep me on my toes  <3  .  you're the best  ,  vanda  .

@luvdive & @wcvensouls & @ashcrows

            you guys are the ones i've known the longest and i appreciate y'all a whole damn lot  .  i've switched blogs so many times  ,  changed up my roster so many times and yet  ,  you've stuck with me <3  .  thank you so much for the support  ,  i'm so glad to have gotten to know the two of you  .

@elysiumtouched & @thecircusfreaks & @txnichtgut & @constellaris & @heincus & @solivcgant

            the people who always indulge me whenever i want to use a muse or write a specific plot  .  you all are the mvp of my writing careers  ,  y'all are always so willing to let me throw muses at you even when i don't even have a full grasp on said muses  .  i'm so glad to have y'all as my hype people that always push me to do what makes me happy and knowing that i'll always have someone to write against when i just need someone to help me figure out what direction i want to take my muses in  .

and the inspos of my life  :  @killerhubby & @vonerde & @villain-he & @hembralfa & @v-iciious

            the work y'all put into your metas  ,  your edits  ,  and overall the effort and dedication y'all put into your muses is awe-inspiring and i admire all that you do  .  i am so glad to have met all of you and am so honored that i get to write with you  !!  i love seeing y'all on my dash and absolutely love the amazing content i see .