#ch: victor

[levithestripper]

where is the jayce to my victor

[dxsole]

🍄 IT'S HERE, IT'S THERE, IT'S EVERYWHERE | @wornclean

"You know...that is not the brain of the fungus." He murmurs, slow but sure, matter-of-factly. His foot gently taps on the tip of the shroom poking through the forest floor, the man being ever so careful not to destroy the dear thing.

"That only produces spores. Purely for reproductive measures." Spindly fingers point at the ground beneath their feat, carving out a path with a twist of his wrist. "Underneath...there are channels. Filaments—" It had scoured Victor's brain for this information, for these words that were not its own. "in order to communicate with one another...and to connect to even the trees and the brush that grows...throughout the entire forest."

He could be an intellectual. Or perhaps just a strange man with a very specific interest. Either way, he seems very at home here, under the canopy, in the damp earth.

"What do you think they talk about?" He knows all too well what the talk about. "What do you think they share?" Spores are nearly microscopic. They're in the air now. Hundreds of them. Blowing with every gentle breeze.

"What do you think they can do?" Victor has been dead for four months now. That's what they can do.

[lightning-will-signora]

Victor was trying to give Lambo a massage to help her through the pregnancy. "Your doing so great!" He gently massaged her shoulders.

@ask-silent-death

She felt so relieved at the message that she almost let out a happy sob. Damn hormones.

"Thank you, love," she mumbles before she lets out a long moan once Victor messages a particular spot of tight muscle.

[sedativeunderskins]

tori hadn't been answering any of his calls or texts which was starting to piss him off and he was about to go off the deep end and do something crazy. he drove his car and waited outside tori's house, he knew she was home and he was going to catch her the second she came outside. when he saw her, he came up behind her and grabbed her, putting his hand over her mouth and hit her head against the car so hard he knocked her out. he took her back to his apartment and while she was out he tied her to the chair and waited on the couch for her to wake up.

[orgyofthedamned]

me when a character who was completely powerless gains power and proceeds to lose themselves in the intoxication of it before coming to and being horrified by their own capacity for bloodlust

[mxrvelouscreations]

✏️ - Surprise us!

@hollowedstreets

Leigh: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Victor is? Because Victor is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Charlotte: I feel like doing something stupid. Bryce : I’m stupid, do me.

Fletcher: My favorite thing about big dogs is that when you push them over, they're all like "Oh, I'm lying down now! Someone might scratch my stomach! I might nap! Endless possibilities!" Zachary: ...whereas, when you push little dogs over, they're all like, "Vengeance! Death before dishonor!"

Kit: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right? Harrison: Nope, there's 26. Kit: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T. Harrison: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one. Kit: You'll get the D later ;).

[lightning-will-signora]

"How beautiful eyes they will have~" Lambo blushed in happiness with a smile after she took another bite of breakfast. "They will be our little angel~...." Lambo blinked before she had a nervous smile. "Or a mischievous gremlin-like when I was, hehe."

@lightning-will-signora

[PLEADING] The sender wraps their arms around the receiver, begging them to stay in bed.

Victor looked back at his wife and smirked. "I would love to stay in bed. But if I don't go to work Lewis will kill me. Unless..." he handed Lambo his phone. "You can convince him to give me the day off"

[wolha]

HIDDEN LOVE 偷偷藏不住 (2023) dir. Lee Ching Jung

[despairs-memorial]

Follow up starter for | @no-more-rule-breakers

Busy as he had been, he hadn't been able to spend much time with his boyfriend. There was some guilt that came with it, but now that he had the time, Mondo figured that he could remedy that with a quick call to the moral compass.

"Yo, Taka, sorry I haven' been able to call recently. Er... would ya happen to be free tonight? Got the day off 'n thought 'd take ya somewhere nice."

[lightning-will-bovino]

“Have you ever thought about wearing a collar… with my name on it?” Victor to Lambo

@ask-silent-death

To say Lambo is thrown off by the question is understandable. He blinks a few times. "I've seen necklaces with names on it. Collar with names...I feel like that's a bedroom thing."

[sedativeunderskins]

victor: yeah, we'll see. maybe for now.

tori: what exactly do you plan on getting from me??? you can't claim me. this is done.

[dxsole]

👑 HONOR'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH IT | @rennisaturate

He speaks of good children like he ever was one. Polite, well-behaved, perhaps. But never quite good.

Victor has long believed it was a side effect of his father's rule; such a narrow-minded individual should never have been in charge of anything, although, the same could be said about Victor and his cold demeanor. The only silver lining is that he died and left a perfectly good kingdom in Victor's very capable hands.

And a partner. One last act of control from his late father and his council. To be his Queen— the council had assured the prince that she was of noble blood and was suitable beyond compare, born to be Queen was how they put it, actually.

Victor wanted to remind them blood had nothing to do with it. His father died sickly, putrid. Like any commoner. Royal blood meant little. It is actions that make one worthy of anything.

"You have no delusions, I see, about your role in all this." He's yet to see if that is a good trait to have in a spouse or not. But she seemed honest. And honesty he could respect and show in kind.

"I do not believe I need a bride. Even less so someone to rule by my side." But with laws and tradition, as they are now, they are not easily changed. Public opinion has much sway in the success of a dynasty...and the people, after so many years of rigidity and strife, are desperate for compassion.

A woman's touch; yet another phrase used by the council. "But it is out of my hands." And to soothe her worries he adds; "You will be treated well here regardless. Far be it from me to treat a noblewoman poorly."

[lightning-will-signora]

Maid for a Day

@ask-silent-death

"We're did you get this outfit...Master?" Lambo tried not to move much in the outfit because she felt something will pop out or loose her balance on top of the island as she's crouch on.

[sedativeunderskins]

victor was on his way home from work when he rear-ended someone. “fuck!” he shouted before pushing the car door open and stepping out. “hey! what’s wrong with you? if you’re going to start turning then fucking turn!”

[mxrvelouscreations]

Leigh had promised herself that she wasn't going to get attached. She had moved this far to escape her old life and she knew that she needed time to heal, which was why she had told herself that she wasn't going to get attached. She needed to find herself first, needed to find out what she wanted from life. At least, that was what she thought until Victor had come into her life and turned it upside down. If only he had met her earlier, before her ex had destroyed her.

"Yeah you can say that again," she replied, her gaze lingering on him as he glanced her way. "Look. I wasn't planning on finding someone, at least not this quickly. But you... there's something about you that I can't seem to get over. I know that you have to go home and I can't exactly force you to stay here but maybe.. maybe you could stay a little longer? Just so we can have one last night together?"

❝  listen,  i’ve lost a lot of people in my life.  i learned how to deal with it but…you’re different.  i can’t take it if it’s you.  ❞ (From Leigh to Victor; @mxrvelouscreations

angst filled starters || accepting! || @mxrvelouscreations

A heavy sigh escaped the man at the blonde's words, and for a moment all he could do was stare at the ground. He was well-equipped to help people with all kinds of stages of grief, but this, a matter of the heart that concerned his own? Oh, it was an entirely new ball game for the therapist, and Victor wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to navigate this new territory.

"Leigh, I... I was never supposed to stay in London this long to begin with. Just a couple of weeks for some seminars was all I'd planned, but meeting you... well, threw a wrench into things to say the very least." Victor finally chanced a glance her way, the pained smile lining his lips indicating there was a pang in his heart to match. "I've got a practice back home, patients I can't just abandon... But I don't know how I'd be able manage never seeing you again either, Leigh."

[rose-of-oz]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

❝ For as long as she could remember, Anastasia had known she was going to win the Hunger Games. The oldest daughter and only child of a pair of politicians from Panem’s wealthy District Two, it had only been a matter of time before she had joined the long line of so-called “career tributes” that had come before her, volunteering for the Games because, as someone from a rich district who had had the advantage of actually being trained for this, she could afford to volunteer with very little fear of dying in the arena. And so, after years of training under the critical eyes of former District Two victors, of honing her skills with weapons of all kinds and developing her hand-to-hand combat skills until she could snap an opponent’s neck in only three moves, sixteen-year-old Anastasia had raised her voice at the Reaping and volunteered for the 72nd Hunger Games, determined and ready to enter the arena and add her name to the long list of victors from her district.

And so she had. After spending nine weeks, one of the longest periods of time a Games had ever lasted, in frozen and desolate terrain that had only toward the end become a blistering desert, after killing her way through twelve of her fellow tributes to become the deadliest tribute in Hunger Games history, Anastasia had been named victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, removed from the arena with both frostbite and a vicious sunburn and the blood of her last remaining competitor still on her hands, and taken back to District Two, where she was greeted with parades and parties and parents who proclaimed they’d never been prouder of her.

And she found that, contrary to what she’d always imagined would happen when she came back home a victor, she fucking hated all of it.

Over the next two years, with the exception of her Victory Tour, Anastasia gradually disappeared from the public eye, refusing all offers of a home in the Capital and training the next round of hopeful career tributes, until she became nothing more than a recluse, a self-imposed captive within the walls of her beautiful District Two penthouse, waking up screaming and thrashing from nightmares almost every night and never quite being able to believe that the blood she’d shed was gone from her hands. With every day that passed, she grew more bitter and full of rage towards the Capital and everyone who supported the Games, how they could watch and even cheer as children slaughtered one another for their entertainment and willingly send these children to die simply as penance for something that had happened so long ago, and with every day she lost a bit more hope that anything was ever going to change, convinced that the terrible cycle of violence was going to keep going and going and going long after she was dead, buried and allowed the privilege of a funeral where so many of the tributes she had killed were not.

But then, two years after the Games that had made Anastasia into a murderer, the two tributes from District Twelve had won the 74th Hunger Games together, choosing to die at the same time rather than let the Capital have its way, and Anastasia’s faith in the world restored itself by just a bit. As Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark began their Victory Tour and all of Panem dealt with the minor chink in the armor of their worldview that had come with their victory, Anastasia made sure to keep an eye on the two of them, becoming more and more intrigued with these two defiant young people from the poorest district and how they continued to defy the Capital’s will even as those in power work to keep them on a leash, and whispers of rebellion travel even into the tall and elegant buildings of Anastasia’s district.

And when the third Quarter Quell comes along, forcing former victors from all districts to once again become tributes and revisit possibly the worst experience of any of their lives, Anastasia finds she is actually looking forward to finally meeting these two and seeing them up close - even if she fully intends to die in the Quarter Quell arena, refusing to let the Capital make any more of a monster out of her. But as the 75th Hunger Games commences and Anastasia finds herself becoming closer and closer to Katniss and Peeta, she wonders if, perhaps, allowing herself to die would be letting the Capital win after all. If it would not be better to survive - hopefully, potentially, with these two people she finds herself beginning to care for - and become a different type of soldier as the rebellion against the Capital kicks off in earnest.

If, after almost three years of horrific nightmares and nails bitten bloody and seeing the faces of the children she murdered everywhere she goes, Anastasia can finally show the glittering pigs in the Capital exactly what happens when they make children into killers and tell them to find peace. ❞

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