#c:victor

[monsterboysrp]

@sunshinexstardust || from here

"Oh baby," the fae prince purred, "Your imagination is one of my favorite things about you." He leaned in and traced his tongue along the shell of the dragon's ear before whispering, "It's a kink club for supernatural beings, when I say anything goes I mean it."

Victor didn't hide the shiver that ran through his body at the soft tracery of tongue and breath on his ear. "What will they think of next," he hummed, his hand moving to rest possessively at the back of Zade's neck. "Well then, lead the way, little prince. We'll see what your wicked little mind has conjured up this time."

[monsterboysrp]

“I know a great club where we can do anything we want.” (From Zade to Victor)

"Do you now?" The dragon grinned, leaning close as he looped his arm around Zade's shoulder. "Anything at all? You know I have a very vivid imagination."

[monsterboysrp]

"I'm offended that I wasn't your first choice to carry your eggs..." (From Wyatt to Victor)

"I'm sorry!" Victor retorted, but he was laughing as he wound his arms around Wyatt to pull him closer. "I was desperate!" He buried his nose against the other's neck, trying to wheedle forgiveness out of him. "You have no idea how much it hurts to try and wait, I had to find somebody to carry them. I promise, the next ones will all be for you."

[monsterboysrp]

Victor hid a chuckle behind the glass as he brought it to his lips for a sip, but the owner's statement made him choke a little. "My man, I want to breed him, not *kill* him," he retorted, his tone teasing but the way his arm tightened around Zade protectively. "Don't worry, your people will still get a show." This guy had no idea precisely how big -- how old -- Victor was. While not so much by draconic standards, by those of the mortal races he was quite ancient, and however big that boasted-about dungeon was, it was probably still far too small for the likes of Victor.

"I'd much prefer a nice suite with a soft bed, thank you."

The fae chuckled and pressed his ass back into Victor's hand and leaned into the dragon's side, taking a sip from his wine goblet. "Cinnamon is amazing, what's your issue with it?" he asked with a giggle. The owner set a whiskey under a cloche and used a smoking gun to bring a smokey flavor to it and set it on the bar for the dragon. "If you ever want to take your full form we have a rather larger dungeon in the basement for those that like that sort of thing. I certainly would love to watch you take your lovely Zade in your dragon form while he's in his fae form," the owner informed them, smiling as the prince went slightly pale since his fae form was only about 3 feet tall.

[drailcdx]

Sweaty, defeated, and now annoyed, getting chastised by a man she didn't know in the middle of a street was not on her list of priorities. She blows some hair out of her face, about to forget all manners and argue back until he breaks her annoyance with laughter. Lydia sighs and looks around, unsure how no one else can smell that god awful scent. Her gaze returns to him, eyebrows pushed together, determination being replaced with worry. "You really can't smell that, huh?" It's a rhetorical question, an answer she knew and had heard all her life she shakes her head and slides her phone back into the pocket. "Uhm..." She rubs at her eyes one last time, wondering if she should return home or if she should take him up on the offer. Make friends with the locals, they'll take care of you. Her grandmothers sentiment from long ago replays in her head and she sighs and nods. "I've paid more for worse." She sighs, mouth twisting off to the side. "Which direction are we headin'?" She asks, looking around the about desolate street. "Just promise me if you're gonna murder me, get my address so someone can take care of my dogs." A half joke, but the dogs were her life at the moment.

"Alright, now hold on a second here. Before I answer your question, I've got one for you: Have you considered that maybe it's not everything else in this town that's weird, but it's actually you that's the weird one?" Victor spoke as he walked towards the girl who had called out to him, whose face he did not recognize; and hers was not the kind of face that one would ever forget if they'd seen it before. "I mean, you uh, you are the one who is out here in the middle of the night, talking to yourself, and complaining about a stench that no one else seems to be able smell." He pointed out, letting the words linger for a moment, before he broke out into a grin. Then, laughing, he shook his head. "No, I'm uh, I'm just messing with you. Not about the smell, because I really don't smell it, but about the whole 'you being the weird one, not the town' thing. This town absolutely is weird. But that's just a part of its charm, I guess." He said fondly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Another thing that's 'part of its charm' though, is the fact that almost nothing stays open past ten, besides the bars. And they charge way too much for drinks for you to use alcohol to mask whatever it is that you're smelling . But, hey, I guess you could drink to the point where this mystery scent doesn't bother you anymore." He playfully suggested with another shrug and a chuckle. "If that plan sounds appealing to you, the closest bar's not far from here, and I can show you the way, if you want. But otherwise you might be out of luck until tomorrow morning, when the stores open and you can buy as many bottles of Febreze as your heart desires."

[monsterboysrp]

Victor's whole face recoiled at the mention of Fireball. "Ugh, cinnamon. What do you take me for?" He loved the teasing tone between the two of them, snickering as he leaned closer to Zade and slipped a hand in the fae's back pocket. "It's nice to be a little more me now and then... though I don't think they'd appreciate me going all the way." He winked at fellow behind the bar.

Zade had to roll his eyes as he heard Victor's response, "A shot of fireball en flambé then?" he teased. "I'll have a glass of mulberry wine and go ahead and whip up something special for my dragon please," he murmured to the owner with a smile. He turned to look at Victor and smiled as he noted the changes he'd made to the visage he usually wore, "Mmm, I love it when you let your horns and scales out on display," he hummed, tracing his fingers along the scales at Victor's cheekbones.

[monsterboysrp]

With a placated smile, Victor kept to Zade's side as they moved to the bar, looking around with a hint of amusement. The further into the space they went the more he let his draconic features come out; the tracery of scales along his brow and cheekbones, the curling horns that sprouted from his fiery hair, the narrowing of his pupils all paying testament to his true heritage that the visage masked. He wondered just how much he could be himself here -- would they have a space big enough for a fully-grown red dragon in a place like this? -- but he kept that to himself with an amused smile, leaning close to Zade as they reached the bar. "Oh, you know me. Something fiery."

Oh yes. Victor was definitely in a mood to show off.

"I'll make sure the owner lets everyone who might want to watch know that in this case they're not allowed to touch what is yours," Zade assured him. It had been a long time since the fae had consented to being in a monogamous relationship, but his dragon was always ready to take care of his needs so he'd given up his other lovers in favor of being with Victor. As they walked toward the bar that the owner was currently working Zade said hi to a few people and introduced Victor, positively beaming at the surprise in people's eyes when they learned he was a dragon. Finally at the bar Zade greeted the owner and gave specifics that people could only look and the owner sent a worker to prepare their room. "What would you like to drink babe?" he asked Victor.

[monsterboysrp]

"Long as they can look but not touch, I don' mind a bit of a show..." Dragons could be covetous beasts, yes, and Victor had just the same possessive nature -- but unlike some, he liked showing off, and in this space, where their kind could apparently be wholly themselves, he was presented with a unique opportunity to do just that. To take his fae lover where eyes could see, and show precisely how his kind had survived the eons they'd existed on this world when so many great dynasties of beasts had fallen. He kept a proprietary hand on the small of Zade's back as they moved through the space.

The fae grinned when he heard the dragon's words, letting out a squeak of surprise when his ass was smacked and laughing at how excited Victor suddenly was. "Oh, I pay to have a private room here set up just how I like it at all times. Or, if you'd be interested, we could get a public room where others can watch us have out fun if you like." As soon as they stepped through the front doors the prince let his shirt evaporate and let his wings flap behind him, knowing that people here were always respectful of the delicate nature of them.

[monsterboysrp]

"Hell's bells..." Victor felt a thrill run up his spine that had nothing to do with the movement through the teleportation portal; if he'd been in his draconic form, his scales would have stood on end at the sheer animalistic arousal that coursed through him at Zade's admission. Why it had to be at a supernatural club, Victor wasn't quite certain, but if it was what Zade wanted, he wasn't going to refuse him. Once they were at the club his hand gave Zade's backside a firm smack, fiery interest glimmering in his green eyes. "Go on then, boyo. Tell 'em to get their best suite ready... bet it's not every day they get a dragon on the premises, eh?"

Zade smirked as he saw the dragon shiver, loving that he had such an effect on the other. "I thought we could indulge that little fantasy that you told be about," he murmured, placing a hand on his flat stomach, "I'd very much like to know what I look like with your eggs inside me." He took Victor's hand and created a portal and soon they were outside the front entrance to Club Mystic.

[lcwistanmumu]

the kavari family: 

victor kavari: 45 | journalist | fc: sendhil ramamurthy

amrita rhodes: 46 | fc: aishwarya rai bachchan (former lover)

marissa carle: 45 | fc: indira varma (ex-wife)

aditya kavari: 27 | fc: praneet akilla (son)

anya kavari: 21| deceased | fc: kelly gale (daughter)

[lcwistanmumu]

👮 Victor

moodboard meme

👮 for a moodboard about my muse’s occupation

[monkeysxmuses]

Demon in the Dark  ||  A & V

The morning was overcast and grim. It was way too early for most to rise but Alica could not find any rest in the insides of her cell, so she did what she could do best and moved past the guards and towards the main entrance. Given the circumstances, the girl expected no resistance and was therefore surprised to hear voices not too far from where the door must have been. She was no stalker, uninterested in other people’s secrets for the most part but a name – no, the name – made her listen up and hesitate. “Victor”, she repeated to herself, frozen and hesitant for a moment too long. Alica remembered the small note, the one she thought of as a joke or a misunderstanding. The door then cracked open, she now faced with the owner of that name. Curiosity killed the cat, huh?

This was as good as a dead end. There was no way out but the way she had come forward and she dare not cross paths with the guards again. What was she so nervous about? For all she knew, the other hadn’t even heard about her. She kept reminding herself of that and stepped aside with a small nod but of course, just a few moments later, she could not keep her mouth shut. Treacherous thing. “I suppose this is yours?”, she wondered when the other was almost gone. “Next time try to address the right person.. Victor”

@sand-manvictor

[jacksfrxst]

Jack was still coming around to the idea of Victor working with him, though that wasn’t the part of their previous conversation that bothered him. He ran away from home to avoid being experimented on and here he was seeking that very thing out. After the storm only reminded him of his differences, he sought out Victor at the labs again, walking up to where he was working. “Okay, fine, I’ll agree to what you want to do, but...” Jack took a deep breath and tried to quell his nervousness. He could admit that he was anxious about it all, but that didn’t mean he wanted to say it out loud. “But I have full power to stop whenever I want. I’m not signing up to get myself killed again. I just want answers.”

{ @highly-functioning-frankenstein }

[jacksfrxst]

Jack was fully aware that WDPA was home to odd an unusual people, himself included, but sometimes he still wondered how odd he was compared to others. He knew people who had hard lives, other people with powers, but he had yet to meet anyone who had died and come back to life. Then, one day, he heard the whisper of a name--Victor. A guy people said brought animals back to life. To say his curiosity got the best of him was correct. He eventually went through with it, asking around to find out where he could find the other guy.

He got around to looking for him one week, eventually reaching the school labs. Trying to keep a low profile, he wandered until he found someone that looked vaguely similar to how people had described him. Jack tucked his hands in his front pockets as he stepped closer. “Hey man,” he said, glancing back to see if anyone was listening to them. “Are you Victor? I’ve heard a little about your...pets and I have a few questions.”

{ @highly-functioning-frankenstein }

[lilianalloyd-rp-blog]

Liliana had scheduled meetings with many teachers but Meeting with Victor was going to be her favorite. Although her passion was magical creatures, Herbology was a close second. She knew Victor had worked for the school long enough to gain experience and she had a list of questions to ask him. She made her way to the Greenhouse on Ilvermornys campus quickly and quietly admiring the scenery.  As she reached the greenhouse she knocked politely before entering. 

@victorfils-aime

[monsterboysrp]

Dirty Talk or Degradation? Handcuffs or Shibari? Collars or Piercings? (Victor - in our verse if applicable)

“Mm... I prefer good-natured dirty talk to degradation -- if you’re having sex with me, it’s a privilege, not a curse... Shibari are far preferable to handcuffs and more comfortable for whomever I’ve gotten all tied up in a pretty package... and I have no preference between collars or piercings, as I would tend not to be the one wearing either but would leave the choice to my partner.”