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[viciousvials]

Good-hair-day

[viciousvials]

🎲 you want me so bad

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞; @tigerstriped

15. A kiss along the hips

The situations that he found himself in had always been questionable. Vicious was not the type of man to back away from the chance to assert himself, even when the motivations were hazy and illogical.

Maybe he was delusional. But Spike was just as guilty of finding himself in these taboo scenarios. Neither of them had a clue about self-preservation-- all they did was take and take and take when given the chance. Food. Money. Shelter. Drugs and power became the ruling vices for Vicious, the catalyst for a downward spiral that created the schism between himself and his two companions. He took and took those with ruthless intent and endless need.

It wasn't as if Spike were pious comparatively. He took plenty when he decided to become a ghost: in the typhoon of his absence, he took Julia's loyalty and Vicious's trust. It's his nature. It's their nature. No matter how much that dead man decried his previous life, it didn't erase the role that he played. It only left the spot vacant while Spike's ghost went out and haunted the solar system.

A vacant spot that Vicious despised, because it forced him to recognize the absence. It was a bitter reminder that his emotions-- despite muted-- were still in tact.

He had to be delusional. He needed both of them to be. One more time, and he could exorcise the ghost for good and put all of his focus on getting out of this city.

Head dizzy from the baijiu that they had drunken down, Vicious stares up at the ceiling of the cheap motel room, lit only by the dingy street lights filtered through the window. Smoke curls up from the cigarette hanging from his cigarette, one of several that he had sucked down like his life depended on it. The two of them lounged there on that ratty bed, with sheets that itched and pillows that should had been tossed out months ago. They'd been in a place like this countless times before, using the last of their woolongs to get off of the street.

Vicious leans his head back and lazily exhales smoke from his parted lips, and sits up, tilting his head to the side just enough to glance down at Spike in that dark room. His expression was neutral-- it always was. If Spike was a dead man, then Vicious was never alive to begin with. Very little ever showed in his eyes, but they were always trained on something with deep focus. He stares for a while behind messy silver bangs; his hair hadn't always been this wavy. The noticeable curl developed after the first few months of his hormones, something he stubbornly had to get used to.

He takes another drag from the cigarette. Without another word, Vicious adjusts himself, turning and sitting on his knees adjacent to that dead man, and lowers himself down, propped up by one elbow, opposite hand slipping down to connect a flat palm with Spike's thigh. The cigarette in his other hand is forgotten for the time being as his touch ghosts upwards at a painfully gradually crawl, settling near his waistband.

Sometimes, Vicious wishes that ghosts weren't real. It would make all of this less complicated.

" You're always easier to talk to when we're like this, " his mutters lowly, words ebbing with the most subtle of slurs.

Whatever like this might mean-- not sober, certainly. But vulnerable? Without a single pair of dragon eyes seeking them out, they didn't have anything else on the line. Nobody from this city knew who they were. Where they came from. They could disappear here, disappear forever.

It would've been easier if Spike had done that.

Vicious wouldn't have to contend with these messy thoughts, or hate himself for the way his body stirred and reminded him of how much he missed what Spike did to him in these lonely

Maybe Spike did try to disappear by coming to this strange place, and the desire to take had sent his rotten soul right after him.

" I really do hate you sometimes, Spike. . . "

His pinky finger hooks into Spike's belt loop, and he tugs down to expose skin. His other hand drops the cigarette and allows it to burn out on the motel floor, in favor of curling lithe fingers around the bounty hunter's jaw. He could feel the way the man's pulse jumped, and it only invigorates Vicious to push further, smirk subtle in the darkness. Vicious presses his lips against the hip bone (tempted to sink serpent teeth in) as he pulls the clothing further away, aware of the bad decision he was about to make. He leans up, straddling Spike's thigh, and grabs the man's wrist, guiding his hand to his own waist. He exhales, breathe shuttering.

" But how much do you still hate me? "

[viciousvials]

kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss

[viciousvials]

He hadn't heard anybody stepping into the midnight office space. When a woman's voice cuts a blade through the silence, Vicious stops thumbing through the filing cabinet flush against the wall; it was highly unusual for him to miss someone's approach. His senses were keen-- perhaps he was just too focused on trying to find out the what's and who's of this operation.

" The Stars, " Vicious parrots back, " are good at keeping themselves out of sight. "

Every information trail that he thought he was on, turned out to be nothing more than a fruitless dead end.

" Thousands of people in this city, and you're the first one who has acknowledged them to me directly. "

Vicious leans up and slowly turns around, eyeing his unexpected company.

" My first guess is that this is a simulated environment. I do not know who the 'Stars' are. It's evident that they have access to facilities beyond any breakthrough of virtual reality I've seen in the solar system, " he considers slowly, his words measured, " the lack of organized effort to try and leave this city is not a coincidence. It is a part of the design. Or so I believe. "

" I wouldn't waste the time. You'll get nothing from their files– paper or digital. " she wasn't eavesdropping per say. this was merely a situation of wrong place, wrong time, just without the threat of any imminent danger. safe to say that she wasn't expecting to find someone else snooping in this office, but she hides the surprise with practiced ease.

seems i'm not the only one suspicious of this city.

" But don't worry. They've already closed up for the night, so you won't get caught by any staff." a pause, largely for dramatic effect. " Can't say the same about the Stars. They have eyes everywhere, or so people say."

@viciousvials

[viciousvials]

"I live in your head rent free." wrong. you live in my head against my will. get out.

[viciousvials]

you are coming down with me. hand in unlovable hand

I hope you die. I hope we both die.

[viciousvials]

She came across as too naive to be an actual problem. That leads Vicious to easing his expression, but not dropping his guard.

" You're out late too, " he points out, nonchalant. " It isn't that unusual then. "

Comparatively, there were less people currently roaming the ward at this hour. It made sense for someone to be suspicious when coming across a stranger this late in the evening. That didn't mean it made Vicious any less thrilled to be followed-- albeit unintentionally.

" Nobody is ever awake at this time unless there is a purpose. What's yours then? "

If one had to ask the goddess why she was trailing the individual in the first place the servant really wouldn't have been able to give a good reason. There was just something about their entire existence that seemed to rub her the wrong way, and that was without focusing on their soul or everything surrounding their actual body.

Maybe Spirale just made her paranoid at this rate. It wouldn't be the most surprising thing here...

"N-Notice?" She tried not to play dumb on purpose but the goddess wasn't a great "poker face haver" in the first place. "I don't think I saw you do anything out of the ordinary. I'm just surprised someone is out this late that's all."

[viciousvials]

" Excuse me? "

He whispered that under his voice in disbelief.

[txt] Never message this number again

Blocked.

[txt] yeah i've only got one eye. sue me

sometimes you gotta cope with humor--

[txt] idk [txt] you've never been [redacted] [redacted] [extremely loud incorrect buzzer] so hard u cant feel ur legs? [txt] feel bad for u man

[viciousvials]

" No. "

The cormorant at his shoulder adjusts its perch, beady red eyes catching the reflection of the moonlight. Vicious continued to make his way down the aisle of the church, feathers dropping here and there with every step. At his hip, the sword was obvious, but both hands were tucked away in his pockets. He did not appear to approaching with violent intent.

" I'm learning my surroundings. There's the possibility that I could figure out who is running this virtual reality if piece together enough clues, " Vicious explains plainly, dull eyes flickering upwards to stare at the stained glass windows.

So far, none of the details of this cathedral were familiar to him.

One week into living in Spirale, and Vicious was still convinced that all of this was an elaborate dream.

" Does it bother you at all? That you are here instead of where you actually belong? " Slowly, he glances over to the strange, who's hair was just as brilliant and silver as his own.

There was something comforting about a building when it became quiet and empty. Churches and temples in particular seemed to intensified that feeling. Soma found himself coming back each time not in prayer, but to let himself get lost in his thoughts. He felt a sense of restlessness. He went from looking over his shoulder to dying from boredom.

"At least Death isn't chasing me anymore." He sighed and leaned against one of the pews. That was always a bonus.

Soma stiffened when he heard someone approaching from behind, walking through the nave. For a brief moment, a chill of fear ran through his core. There was no way Death could have found him. Genya would sooner find him before Death did. He slowly turned around and summoned a bone behind his back.

"Wha-...Oh!" It was just a man with a bird. Soma quickly desummoned the bone. "Are you here for prayer? I can get out of your way."

[viciousvials]

Vicious is almost certain that he's being set up.

[txt] ... [txt] what do you mean

Vicious is typing...

[txt] is that supposed to be a smile face???

he's no stranger to the authorities, but...it always put a damper on things. good thing he knew how to recover a night.

[txt] yeah, no [txt] the other part was the successful bit [txt] .)

[viciousvials]

What the. . .?

Vicious is typing...

[txt] It couldn't have been that successful if the police were involved.

@thiefguild

[viciousvials]

Happy Pride Month.

Vicious is trans.

[viciousvials]

Not here and not now, because there was little he could do with his replacement weapon on hand. He almost felt ridiculous wielding such a thing against the man's throat, completely aware that at most, he would be able to bruise flesh and bone. It was not complimentary to his fighting style though. Vicious was not going to pretend like he had the upper hand in a confrontation with Spike Spiegel just because he had managed to sneak up on him-- bled dry of the blood they once shared, it did not mean that he had lost his ability to throw a punch, or shoot a gun.

The permanent scowl upon his face remains in tact, brows knit together.

" Whichever one you threw me in. "

The very last thing he had seen before everything went black, was Spike pulling the trigger and sending a bullet through his sternum. Vicious had intended on bringing blade to skin and carving the flesh until they were both deceased on the ground, but it seemed as though only one of them had succeeded in upholding their vow to end this. Or so he assumed.

It had not always been this way between the two of them. To think think that this was the same comrade he used to risk life and soul for in the deepest pits of Martian society, it felt delusional to reflect on that. None of that fondness lingered. Vicious does not reminisce on ghosts. Not anymore.

" No. I have every reason to doubt that you took the time to put me in the ground, " there is no bend or shift of his voice, even when speaking of his own death. Vicious speaks like an entity that was pretending to be human, but missed the mark enough to be uncanny and unfeeling.

" Dead men can't bury each other, " the wooden blade is finally retracted, slow and steady.

It's a day like any other around here. He sleeps in until noon, checks the local bounty website he found recently on his phone for anything that might even be a little interesting, and then he goes out to eat when he finds that none of the bounty heads would entertain him whatsover. And when he gets back, he's going to sleep more.

Since the recent eclipse he's had this weird, uncomfortable sinking feeling. It's hard to put it in words. It has him on edge.

But it's not going to stop him from enjoying this gyro. There had been a pretty good gyro stand in this one Martian city, he'd only been there once, but he'll never forget it. Sometimes he'd crave it again, but... well, when you're broke...

Spike leans in to take a bite and—

Someone's there.

He can sense them approaching before they stop, before wood grazes the side of his neck. A slice of tomato slides out of the wrap and hits the surface of the table. Spike's feeling more irritated than he is threatened, even when he hears that familiar voice.

Turns out killing the guy once wasn't good enough. So much for Spike being the only one who could kill him, huh?

He puts the now-rapidly falling apart gyro down. Outside of that, he doesn't move, doesn't turn around like he was told. Because why should he? Because Vicious would hurt him?

Maybe, but not here. Not now.

"Wide awake," he responds, dry as desert air. "What hole did you crawl out of?"

[viciousvials]

“When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. You agree, don’t you Spike?”

[viciousvials]

GET YELLED AT

photos by carl bergstrom

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@deathscanvas

Vicious did not have many opportunities to spend time at the water. The artificial bays on Mars were as close as he got-- Earth's tides had long ceased, and many of the human settlements in the solar system were on rocky landscapes and frozen tundra. He could allow himself a moment's respite to enjoy the quiet of the shoreline.

His cormorant likely appreciated it more than his master. Diving into the saltwater and emerging with more fish than a creature of his size should be devouring. Greedy creatin, swallowing them down his gullet without a care in the world.

Slouched over the railing at the edge of the boardwalk, he maintains his bored expression when a strange enters his line of sight. Taking note of the wooden sword at his hip, not too different from his own, he considers whether or not this would be a person of interest.

" This city has replaced your weapon as well, " he remarks, words hoarse. " Nobody chooses to arm themselves with wood before steel. Frustrating to use. "

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@imnotdracula

He hadn't expected anybody else to be in this building, not at this hour. Vicious had spent the better half of the day making a mental map of Archimedes Ward while the sun was still bright in the sky, with intentions to continue his wandering into the evening.

The old Church of Onoma had caught his attention when he passed by the archaic cathedral earlier, but there had been far too many people coming and going from the building for his liking. Now, one single stranger can be seen standing between the sets of pews. Faith drew people to the house of God at all hours of the day. Anybody else seeking the shelter of a church this late in the evening, was either a guilty sinner or a desperate believer.

Footfall echoes against the walls and ceiling as Vicious walks deeper into the church, the cormorant on his shoulder croaking lowly.