[pam voice] they’re the same picture

(i haven’t been drawing because heartopia stole my life sorry y'all) (i’ll draw more soon i promise lol)

sorcerousadventurer:

Lydia probably got distracted, did something stupid, got yelled at by Viago, started crying and now Viago feels bad and wants to comfort her. There. That’s the story.

@thimblings made me do it by sending this Viarook coded gem on a server. Thank you 🖤

me: just a quick sketch, so I can fully focus on my art trades.

also me: draws Viago’s hair for almost 2 hours.

your favorite crow’s favorite crow or something (teia edition)

thimblings:

a place called home

thimblings:

’“We won, Viago,” Then she pressed up, kissed him again with far more grace than he’d shown earlier, before parting to whisper against his lips, “We lived.”

She held his gaze, the air heavy and charged between them, then asked, “What are you going to do about that?”’

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i commissioned @trash-nerd for a viarook / Marisol x Viago fic AND I’M SCREAMING. ITS SO GOOD. I’M SO IN LOVE. going absolutely FERAL.

check it out (NSFW, rated Explicit), they wrote Marisol and Viago so so so so so well and got Marisol’s personality so good i’m vibrating to the freakin sun right now

Victory: on tumblr / on AO3

thimblings:

viarook hours continue with a dumb manga-inspired image of an AU i’ve been noodling with for fun where, in an urban-fantasy-modern AU, Viago has to hire a bodyguard and it’s Marisol

and obviously she’s a menace

(Lucanis/Spite come in later because i have a problem)

thimblings:

- “If you’re good, I promise I’ll draw you a nice, warm bath when we get back, sole mio.” -

it’s finally gotten cold where i live (by texas standards), and also on the villa discord i made the decision that Marisol does NOT handle the cold (like freezing, snow cold) very well. she’ll tolerate it, but she’s miserable about it uwu

thimblings:

’live with me in this sin forever’

thimblings:

rook-de-rivas:

take my hand, don’t you let it go (this star lit night lives in your soul)

“Pah,” she snapped, yanking the over-large scarf up to shield her red-tipped ears. It’s almost comical how her hair spills over the blue weave, but Viago bites back the laugh that wants to escape him. He knows Marisol’s patience is thin at the moment, and laughing at her would ensure that he, too, had a very cold night.

“I’ll warm you once we get to our rooms, si?”

The look she gives him promises retribution should he renege on his promise.

Not for the first time, Viago is left wondering quite how his life turned out like this.

a Dellamorte Villa Holiday Gift Exchange fic for my darling @thimblings feat her Marisol and Viago!

’…a consummation of everything she had ever felt for him.“

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i’m !!!! i had to draw from it i had to i am i lvoe this fic is perfect i’m gonna just stare at it forever i’m so happy I AM BESIDE MYSELF I AM AHHHH!!!! my babies ;-;

(fic rating: explicit)

‘and comfort is only Yours to give’

uncolored version of yesterday’s viarook week piece for worship/heresy because i liked how it looked like this as well haha