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Okay but a Vik/Hieron kid would be....the most irritating rogue.

[ If they had a kid meme - ACCEPTING ]

Name: Gáspár Zografi (rogue identity "Psyche")

Gender: Masc (he/they)

General Appearance: Gáspár is an averagely built young man with brown skin, gentle features, very long dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes. He has an aquiline nose and thick brows, and often wears gold make-up to accentuate his features, though he doesn't use any other disguise for his rogue work. He doesn't have to. They have a nose peircing, lobe piercings, and four forward helix piercings, all of which are usually adorned in simple but striking gold jewelry. They prefer clothing of simple cuts, but extravagant detailing.

Personality: Gáspár is, to put it lightly, a nuisance even amongst Gotham's usual rogues. He's self-assured, confident, playful, but casual about it, bordering on being smug but always keeping things 'reasonably charming', as he personally likes to put it. He likes to be just annoying enough to get a rise out of people. The cat vibes are so strong. He does play it up, but in every act there's some truth. They know what they're about, and they know what they're capable of, and they know (mostly) how to use it to their advantage while letting 'allies' think they're getting the better deal. They work as an information broker most often, but they aren't above doing a little dirty work when they can be bothered, but mostly go their own way, coming and going where it best suits them, and never relying too heavily on any alliance. They'd be a thousand times more notorious... if vigilantes could remember him as more than a dream and a song they can't get out of their head... However, a life lived 'just out of reach' often leaves him feeling a bit lonely. A feeling he embraces quietly because of his powers. He often struggles with how much of his relationships are genuine, and how many of them are because of, or reliant on, his abilities, and if he often doubts himself as to whether he's inadvertently 'cheating' his way into understanding other people. He tries not to worry about it, even jokes about it and plays it up for intimidation, but it's obvious that he feels a little isolated from other humans in a way that aches... Maybe they aren't one.

Special Talents: They inherited Hieron's cognitophagy, though not much of their taste in painting. However, he did find great interest in music, and is an accomplished violinist. And they're starting to develop some strange quirks in their voice, but I'm sure it's fine.

Who they like better: They don't really care more for one over the other, but he relies a lot on Hieron for understanding his powers and finding reassurance. And they find comfort in Viktor's often ethereally morose but candid advice.

Who they take after more: Gáspár is a pretty even split between his parents, to be honest. Mischief abound in those genes, will be a problem on purpose. If anything, maybe he's a case of double trouble...

Personal Headcanon: Their favorite candy is black licorice, they always eat all the black jelly beans, and they end every night with a cup of licorice tea.

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May I please just pop in here and say how happy it makes me to see another roleplayer using sims for their visuals!! :D

// Aaa, yes!! A friend of mine inspired me to use them (they even made their custom scars!) and I adore my lil Sim!Viktor. I do actually play with them, too! Here's some SimVikis!

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[ Send ϟ and my muse will tell yours about one of their scars! - ACCEPTING ]

They stare ahead. It would be too generous to say their eyes were locked on anything hiding in the darkness, no, it was more like they were simply... hanging there. Their finger traces a scar over their hip. It's long and thin and widens slightly, as if it slipped or dug too deep at the end...

"David. 63 years old. He owned a... ahahaha, I'll be a lot more honest than he ever was, a glorified pawn shop in the Diamond District. He basked in the glitz he had the benefit to be located next to, and collected trinkets like a dragon. Useless baubles, weapons, family heirlooms stripped of everything that had once made them precious. Nothing but a little white tag with an over-fattened price leeched off the glamour around him, passed back and forth pointlessly. A game that ended at it's starting line."

"... Really, it couldn't hide that his life was so empty. He drank six beers a day, ate canned soup, watched Jeopardy and the Price is right religiously, and fell asleep in his armchair. Alone. Day after day. Again and again. No one, rotting alone in his hoard."

They sigh and close their eyes. "... I remember sitting with him, he only had one chair, so I sat on the ground with my head on the armrest. The blood kept dripping on the hardwood floor, I remember the sound. We watched Price is Right. I hate that show. But he wasn't alone. I made sure he wasn't alone. You can't put a price on that..."

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[ Send ϟ and my muse will tell yours about one of their scars! - ACCEPTING ]

They roll their head to the side in curiosity, though one dulled by a strange look in their eyes. As if they're just somewhere else for a moment as their hand traces a long thin cut just under their ribs. The third of five tallies there.

"Her name was Anna. A lawyer. Not mine, no, I'm not allowed to sit next to mine anymore. But she was a vicious thing, I almost respected her teeth. I heard she kept a couple goddamn Maronis out of prison, and yet she wanted more. It was all of her. Everything was a challenge, everything was something to sink her teeth into. A bottomless hunger, and she was too hungry to see that she was doomed to starve... the world would never have enough for her."

"I felt so bad for her. It was like watching some bug crawling up the sides of an antlion den, so determined, always falling no matter how fast, how hard she tried... she'd never win. ... I... felt for her. I was hungry once, too. I remember her eyes as I greeted her at her window. It was like watching the last sad little embers of a campfire fizzle out in the rain, I'll never forget that peace..."

Their voice drops quiet. Almost too quiet. "She doesn't starve anymore..."

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[via bleedinghearth] With Teddy because yeah it's not biologically possible and he wouldn't even if it was but fuck it we ball (The Malbol'Giath stuff he has is not genetically transmissible)

[ If They Had A Kid Meme - ACCEPTING ]

Name: Robyn Erzsébet Ramsel-Zsasz

Gender: Female (she/her)

General Appearance: Robyn is a very tall girl with warm fair skin and a bit of a muscular build gained from doing homesteading work (she can and will lift you). She has blonde hair (often dyed whatever color she likes) in a long Chelsea cut, and bright green-teal eyes. She’s covered in freckles, especially her back shoulders and chest. She has very, very slightly pointed ears, hinting at her distant elf heritage.

Personality: Robyn is the kind of person you can depend on even in the hardest of situations. She's patient and kind, and is the first to reach out to someone or sit by them when they need company, even in silence. She's practical and plainspoken, and while she's less talkative than either of her parents, it's only because she is a verbal assassin, talking when she has something to say. She has the most biting quips, the most deadpan delivery jokes, and genuinely the most heartfelt advice. Hey, she learned from the best. And she's also sharp as a fucking tack, always listening and remembering, it'd be scary if it wasn't just because she likes hearing the world and her people around her. Don't be mistaken, though, she did get her parents' tempers: but hers is quiet, sharp, and a one hit K.O. Sometimes literally. She has decked people before. Out cold. This is one does not fuck around when her friends and family are hurt. But she is generally pretty chill unless you really earn it. She loves games, especially board games (she is the silent killer, why is she so scary at board games...), and she lives to cook. She grew up with so much food love. You will never starve while she's around.

Special Talents: She went about learning how to speak Hungarian with a Scottish accent and it will inflict psychic damage, it’s so scary. Girl, please, why. Also, she has a very pretty singing voice, almost naturally. Huh, weird…

Who they like better: Robyn would never say she ‘likes’ one of her parents more than the other, but she knows that they both have her back, and she has theirs. She does know who is better for what kind of advice though. Between dragon dad and ex-serial killer parent, you kinda gotta know the skillsets.

Who they take after more: Robyn takes A LOT after Teddy, both appearance and temperament, but Viktor’s wild streak is a sneak attack no one is ever prepared for. She’s a bit of a daredevil and a thrillseeker, sometimes hilariously out of the blue given how chill she looks from the outside, but she’s careful to make sure she doesn’t get other people in trouble. Her though? Eh, she can weather any trouble she gets into fine enough, she thinks.

Personal Headcanon: She’s studying to become a psychiatrist and help those who need it most, especially tough cases, impassioned by the horrible treatment she knows one of her parents suffered in some fucked up prison asylum. Also, she loves the perfect hair™ genes she got from Teddy but holy shit, she's not doing ALL that hair care work, so she just uhh... halved it, lmao.

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does your muse have good savings habits? how much do they currently have saved up?

[ seven deadly sins headcanons - ACCEPTING ]

greed, 6: does your muse have good savings habits? how much do they currently have saved up?

Hoo boy. Viktor just does not have money these days. Just ever, period. And if they do, it's often by accident. Despite having lived an incredibly comfortable life and never wanting for money before, possessing it now makes them very uncomfortable, sometimes even to physical anxiety symptoms. They aren't comfortable with the implied stability money gives, or the implied 'worth' to society that money gives them, or really anything that reminds them of what they were before. It'll probably take a lotta therapy to get past that. They were actually pretty damned money smart back before becoming a killer. They did have a massively successful company, after all, and their personal wealth was plenty for them and more. They indulged, yes, they partied and had nice things and would be the first to get their card down over a dinner bill with friends, but the idea of outright flaunting wealth for its own sake more bored them than anything. Because that's what a lot of socialites did, so why get into an elevated rat race over it? Especially when Bruce Wayne was probably always the winner anyway. But, of course, the good habits ended when they hit their downward spiral and began gambling. At that point, money became meaningless to them, it wasn't even really about the numbers, it was the thrill and the distraction from their own mental health and grief, and having money was simply a ticket into that. They would have traded every penny they had to not have to deal with it. And in the end, they did.

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👤 [human]

[ Non-Human Muse Headcanons - ACCEPTING ]

Humans

Losing such a core tether to their humanity, their actual human body, did not make Viktor's attitude towards humans, 'zombies', much healthier. Just differently flavored. Because to a very significant part of their brain now, humans are literal prey animals. And that's different from just 'zombies'. Because while they dehumanized and objectified themself, their own humanity still played a huge part in their duty. After all, they were a zombie, too. They were helping their fellow man. Their marks were part ritual and part punishment, to remind themself (very unhealthily) that they were just as fragile and 'worthless', even if they could see it unlike everyone else. They were still part of the cycle, but a broken part that could kill the whole machine with enough luck. And that was a purpose. But now, they don't know where they fit and don't know how to handle it. They're not a zombie and that scares them. Part of them bitterly mourns and yearns for the humanity they lost against their will, their place, their tenuous sense of control over their life. There's the smallest, tiniest inkling of them that wants that connection even harder. But it'd have to fight past the part of them that wants to give up even more and become even less human than they already are. And the fact that they have an instinctual predator drive towards humans now and want to eat them. That is a pretty tall hurdle.

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If your muse suddenly grew wings, what would they look like? (i.e: feathered and bird-like, leathery bat-like wings, insect-like, ect...)

“Obviously, feathered. Yes, I know the preening would probably be hell. But… feathers feel nice. And I always wondered what it’d be like to drop from the top of a building and swoop away at the very last second…”

// I LEFT THIS IN MY DRAFTS OOPS

I think, even siren!verse aside, they’d definitely have bird-like wings. I don’t know why, but I can’t really picture them with bat-like wings. Insect wings maybe, but it just suits them in my head to have these sharp feathered wings.

Do I love a fucked-up twisted angel motif, especially with them, and especially as a cool contrast to the local vigilante’s dark bat-wing style? Oh yes. Light-coded bad and dark-coded good is always pretty slick.

Do I also just think they’d make a great feral bird freak under the self-imposed angel vibe? Oh hell yes.

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I kinda ship Viktor with Bullseye from Marvel. The comic version specifically.

[ Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with. - ACCEPTING ]

// okay so I SOOORTA know who Bullseye is because I know someone who is actually a fan of his, but I went and looked up a bit more about him to rotate him in my brain like a microwave meal and you know

I can totally fuckin see it and they'd probably be a fantastic hot mess together, ngl adjkfhgajdkhfg

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[here] Zsasz said: "... You know, for being a menace most of the time, you seem to have... a little more to you than I thought. We have a... not inconsiderable amount in common. Not sure what that says about me."

King's response? "A little more- Oh! Oh I missed some, lemme just-" Two stamps, dual wielded, stamped messily on the page they were holding. "Tada. Congrats. Looks like you should try to get to know me more, huh? At the very least, I could be a great friend~"

Updated Bingo. Sorry~~<3

[ Are you their type? - ACCEPTING ]

They almost pulled back as the card is assaulted with some... very handy stamps. Did she... just have those with her?

Still. All of them. Every square. Oh, it could very well be a spot of cheating. Honestly, it felt that way, because why else would you race to fill the last squares. Though to what end, they couldn't really imagine. There was little to gain in them. Viktor lifted their gaze flatly at her, then raised a brow. "... Mhm. So you did."

... and yet, their interest was still ravenously piqued.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You know, you're tenacious. Though I'm not sure why. Far too many guts and not near enough sense. But fine." They leaned forward, and King would have felt something cold and metallic press up under her chin. "You want to play? We'll play, and we'll see if you can keep up. Just don't expect me to go easy~" The metal pulled away, and they pressed it against their own cheek impishly. "I play for keeps."

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[ Get to know the rper - RP related - ACCEPTING ]

Send me a ☠ for me to describe a terrible rp experience.

// OH BOY, THAT'S EASY.

So, I used to RP on Tumblr a lot actually, but this was way back when and I was in a closed group for a fandom. And it started out pretty good, I picked up a character who (unbeknownst to me) had been played by an awful person, but I reworked him and made him better and it was smooth sailing. For real! I made some of my best friends in that group that I still talk to today! It was one of my first group experiences on tumblr and I still have art I made around that time that I cherish.

But it got bad in under a year.

I'll keep it brief but this group became toxic cliquey sludge and cratered over the span of like two months. I swear. The greatest hits was:

being so territorial over the entire fandom that they tried to pick a fight and take down another completely different RP group for an entirely different branch of the franchise that their group's timeline didn't even cover

getting cliquey over the shipping within the group because of course they did

being shitty to the already very very few female characters within the franchise and ignoring their muns

letting shitty behaviour slide if it was from the mods or mods' friends

bullying a new RPer who really just wanted to have fun and goof off and make a silly character to lighten the mood

and last but worst, the mods endorsing and defending some extremely questionable content with the child-coded muses, to the point of publicly berating people in the group's skype chat for raising their concerns over the situation (the mods were personally involved with that particular strand of RP)

I fuckin' bailed.

I didn't RP publicly for near just under a decade.

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❣

[ send me ❣ for 3 pros & 3 cons of dating my muse! - ACCEPTING ]

✨ Pros ✨

Not even vaguely fazed by """monstrous""" appearances or behaviours. Like, they're regularly neighbors with a giant crocodilian man, a plant lady, what is basically a science-based werebat, vampires, demons, dragons, etc. Whatever you got going on, they are probably just gonna be chill about it at this point. Also monsters are less scary than human 'zombies' most of the time.

Doesn't have expensive tastes. If you do ever give them a gift, they're more for sentimentality and intent than sheer value.

Will do your make-up for you if you wear it! And they know your best colors! They have a really steady hand for eyeliner, too! Like, scarily so! You sure must love them if you're letting a serial killer get that close to your peepers.

😑 Cons! 😑

Viktor, for fuck's sake, use the front door, stop breaking in through your partners' windows like you aren't invited.

Does not let arguments go if they think they are right. They have the memory of an elephant, the tenacity of a salt-water crocodile, and the pettiness of a house cat with precariously placed glass of water next to your keyboard.

Bleeds on everything. You will not even know when or how it got there, but there is just blood on things now. There is a smear on the mirror, you were done with that newspaper anyway, is that on the fucking ceiling. Just be glad if it's not destined for an evidence bag.

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❣!!

[ send me ❣ for 3 pros & 3 cons of dating my muse! - ACCEPTING ]

✨ Pros ✨

Do you like dancing? Because if you do, Viktor is an eager and very excellent dancer. And despite their skill, they don't mind beginners or those of the two-left-feet syndrome. They're just happy to dance with their partner.

They can be surprisingly sweet and genuine about the things they enjoy, you might even see a side of them that no one else gets to anymore. Let them infodump about sharks to you, it's great. In turn, they always listen closely. Might be a little creepy with how well they listen and remember things, but hey!

Can do really sick tricks with knives. Great at parties. Well, parties that are cool with an unhinged little murder freak, which is limited but not impossible.

😑 Cons! 😑

Does not have an off-button for drinking alcohol once they get going. You will have to take it from them, or take them away from it. Probably by picking them up. It's okay, they're practically snack-sized by Gotham standards.

Good luck getting them to wear pants. I mean, that might be a pro for some people, but you will just see their ass out more often than not.

Will just fucking steal food while you are cooking it. And they had wooden spoon grandma training, they are FAST. Asshole.

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If you could pick just one superpower, what would it be and why?

"What."

Now there was a thought, and one they had honestly not thought about, really. Superpowers weren't really their thing, they worked quite fine without them, thank you. But, now that it was asked, their brain could not let it go. Irritating.

"Hm, that is... an odd thing to ask me, zombie. If you're thinking it'd be something to better my hunt, well, I am not sorry to disappoint. It doesn't need to be better. I'm very good at it." They crack an eerie, almost inhuman grin.

"Invisibility? No, not really my style, I would get lazy if I wasn't beholden to shadows, and it would not feel the same if there wasn't the glorious risk. Besides, I want them to look me in the eyes. Speed? It's better that they have the chance to run, it lets them have one final taste, one last play-pretend at being alive. I couldn't be cruel enough to rob them of that. Strength? No thank you, I prefer finesse. ... Look, I know I'm not the biggest rogue, and I will be petty about it if I want to."

They tap their chin.

"... Flight." Oh, yes, that was as good an answer as any, but they really did like it the more they thought of it. "Yes, flight. If I'm going to have something frivolous and pointless, then it would be that. I suppose it'd be a little useful for work, but it'd just be nice to... get my feet off the filth. Be somewhere the rot can't touch. I know, terrible of me, but just for a little while, of course. I can't get too lost in the clouds and forget I have a job to do."

"Now, I do hope that sated your curiosity. You've tickled my brain, so for that I'll give you this. Ten seconds headstart on the ground. Ten, nine, eight..."

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🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)?

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

[ Details for OCs! (even though they’re not one, lol) - ACCEPTING ]

Chocolate. Always chocolate. Anything with chocolate. Chocolate and cherry is even better. They will fuck up a tub of Cherry Garcia like no one's business.

Oh they are absolutely a good cook. Despite their wealth growing up, their mother hadn't come from money, and insisted on teaching them how to cook to take care of themself no matter what happened. They were raised cooking from the time they could see over the kitchen counter.

They do know how to bake, but not as extensively. There are times where they have to double check things because it's more exact science than cooking is, so they will often seem to be more focused on it and grumbly. They prefer cooking in general, but they're not opposed to either!

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Love story with the Riddler

[ Send "Love Story with ____" for my muse's reaction on finding a romantic fanfiction about themselves paired with that character - ACCEPTING ]

Viktor scrolled through the listings. Look, things get shared amidst the circle of Rogues, usually for a giggle, and the entire category of Gotham-based fanfiction was weird but hardly the weirdest thing. Don't ask what the weirdest was. But Viktor couldn't help but chase the rabbit down the hole a bit more. So many Joker fanfictions, first off. Really, what was the appeal. Harley, Harley, Ivy...

Though they stopped at one, their eyebrows going up. Riddler and them. Oh, for goodness sake. They didn't know that they actually made it onto here. This wassn't like those little thrill-seeking zombies who romanticized the act of mercy, was it?

... Self-restraint was not one of Vitkor's strong suits.

Well, it couldn't hurt to peek at what some dream-addled zombie had cooked up, yes?

Or dive head first into a multi-chapter sweeping romance of a fanfiction, which they did. Twists and turns and a rather romantically charged chess game in the middle. A sort of "and they were gallery-mates in Arkham" situation. They kind of got invested for a second there.

"Hahaha! Well, it's not the worst thing I've read. I commend the spirit!" They cocked their head. "It almost sounded like us a few times. The riddles could have been a bit more esoteric, knowing Edward, but not bad for an amateur." Even if they had their chess privileges revoked after the incident. Ah, how they missed it!

They bookmarked it. They were so showing him later.