#viracmia

[helllords]

@viracmia asked: ☕ 🍷 for Asmodeus, Lucy and Levi / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄. ☕ to a cafe & 🍷 to the restaurant.

[meadowlarksabove]

Do you still have that tooth of that one childhood bully Gabban?

Gabban responds with a drawing (Open)

[meadowlarksabove]

A more than exhausted Vulpes accidentally writing Gabban's name on a document as Gabby.

Gabban responds with a drawing (Open)

[helllords]

@viracmia asked: ❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜ (lazare to leviathan?) / darker vibes.

He should revolt him, should want to tear him apart with his teeth and then let his blood dissolve in the waters because such divine blood is not meant to be swallowed, is meant to be spat out like the poison that it is. Or maybe he should wrap an arm around his ribcage and crush him so easily like the many ships and sailors before him because what difference do bones bones make to wooden planks and beams? A beast of hell, a lord of sin; isn't he made to be digusted by all that is human and all that claims to be divine? Isn't that why he hated Adam and Eve to begin with? Isn't that why God cast him out of----. Why is he different? Why isn't he dead, Leviathan?

It's warm in the garden, even after night's approach and he truly doesn't know why the priest keeps on summoning him here and why he keeps returning. Perhaps it's the nostalgia of a memory, of what once was and what can never be returned. He feels oddly comfortable, even if his big, violent body is certainly out of place in a serene setting such as this. And is that why you do not realize the hand approaching, Leviathan? Lifting upwards, heading for his hair and, on instinct, his own snaps towards it to wrap around his wrist. It's cold, lifeless. " Don't. " The question he is given is lifeless and makes him cold as though he just stepped into the ocean.

He should be revolted. But he isn't. Even as he is holding Lazare's hand between them, he isn't. Why is he different? He takes his hand and presses his forehead against his knuckles. " You don't. ", he mumbles, the crease between his eyebrows deepening. " But you shouldn't be this gentle with me. "

[helllords]

@viracmia asked: ‘ღ’ for maria and lazare / attraction meme.

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[amberedcorpse]

@viracmia , sent 📖 for a starter based off a quote.

We couldn't understand because we were too far and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign and no memories.

These had been the first words to pass the gate of Billie’s lips since the start of her trip. She had driven through the country for days, spurred on by dreams and the god who painted them. Somewhere in the older cracks of the U.S., which men had yet to fully poison, there laid a fragment of a fragment. A chunk of something unnamable. She had to have it, possess it, it was meant to be used for- for- for-...

The prophet pressed her head against the steering wheel, and for a while felt only the thrum of the engine as it bounced the car in place. She had worked the old thing to the bone, it was a miracle she hadn’t crashed along the way, or ruined some integral part of the system. Yet miracles, she knew, were very short lived. 

Billie turned the keys in the ignition and silence all but swaddled her. The distance and the harshness of traveling had muted her enthusiasm, but the quiet raised her adrenaline to an all time high. There were no sounds coming from the Kisatchie National Forest, nor were there any lights beyond the treeline of the still flatwoods. She had purposely driven away from the official entrance and struggled her way into unmarked openings. But her placement on the park map couldn’t explain the lack of chittering bugs or croning night birds. She had to be on the right track, she thought, the strangeness only followed her when she was. 

It took her another pause to finally strap on her backpack and get out of the car. The heat, coupled with the anxious quiet and the strangeness, made her sweat like a rabbit leaving the safety of its warren for open fields. Yet, something beyond her, beyond her fear and even her own understanding, drew her into the dark grasp of the forest. Her god’s will made it impossible to step back... 

The next time she looked over her shoulder, she had already lost sight of her car and had, to her surprise, been walking in the near blackness of the park unaided. If only to resist giving herself entirely into the whims of the weird, she pulled out a flashlight and resumed the trail with its clear guidance. However, she was less successful in resisting the urge to point the light between the trees, half expecting the glinting of predator eyes and the horror of beastly shapes. 

She continued on like that for another half hour until the light, to her alarm, managed to catch something. Right as she saw it, she turned off her flashlight and stood stock still. If it had been an animal she would have chanced a better look, but her eyes had made out the all too familiar sight of two legs. 

Be quiet, be quiet, you have more to do than die, you came here on Their will and it shall be done.

Billie waited, listened, and searched for the knife in her pocket.

[itokunii-a]

@viracmia asked: [ LOVE ] for Collin and Lance, but not really because they are both stupid and oblivious / '𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳' 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. [ LOVE ] : while out together in a romantic setting, sender quietly holds receiver's hand as they're standing together.

" And that--- ", his finger lifts to swim amidst the sea of stars in the night sky above, pointing and then drawing along the faint constellation for Lance to follow. " --- that's Cassiopeia. Or at least I think. " Collin knows but he has a feeling that the cheeky smile he gifts the other will make him smile in return and, to him, that is much more important than a sense of accuracy.

The air curls around them in warm waves, laying itself idly on his skin ( he can taste the relentless, stifling heat of summer approaching and he isn't sure whether to blame his slightly flushed cheeks on this or on his company ). In a moment of defiant freedom, of a friction of peace that could slip from his hold at any minute, he has taken off his jacket, letting the cool metal of the plane's tail he is leaning against dig into his back. Lance is standing right next to him, the space between their bodies diminishing by the moments he has stopped counting until their hips are pressed together and, somehow, that makes this entire scene even more comforting.

His finger once again moves. " Oh! And this one is--. ", but instead of being able to finish his sentence, Collin is suddenly aware of the soft skin on his palm, of the warmth increased ten-fold intertwining itself between his fingers. It takes a second for him to register that Lance is holding his hand, green eyes blinking before his gaze switches to face his and he cannot help the grin as he looks at him or the softness that takes a hold of his expression. " That-- ", he twists their hands so that his finger points at the taller man, squeezing his hand. " -- is mo ghrian. "

[treerie]

Hello hello! Some positivity! I've followed you for so long on and off, and it's always so good to return and find Ramona is still here and kicking Harry! You're a wonderful mun with a wonderful muse and will forever be my Follow forever! Been tagging a long for years now in and since the Fallout Fandom and Ramona is just one of those muses that is to me a classic and a must follow! Love seeing the long way she's come!

i’m dead 😭😭😭 honestly you’re a sweet peach. you’ve also been here for a long time, i can’t imagine the fandom without you. thank you so much!! ❤️