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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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ϟ 👀

[ 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] 💋

Teddy. Teddy, no. That's n-

Well, Viki, you're gonna have dragonbreath in your hair, now.

[ NEW YEARS EVE KISSES - ACCEPTING ]

"Ah, Boldog Új Évet, Te—!"

Oh no.

"Achmmf—!!!" That is their WHOLE GODDAMNED FACE, TEDDY. Which... actually, that still counts as a kiss on a technical level, right? Well, they are now very gobsmacked (or gobsoaked, I guess). Good job!

"... I am going to bite your nose."

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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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“Hello love,” she presses a cool cloth to their head. “You look like hell.”

“Hell would be a mercy.” The grumble sorely, jerking away slightly at the cool touch like it red hot iron, only to slowly ease into it.

Oh fuck they feel terrible.

They shove the empty bottle away from their face where they left it— or rather where it stayed when they fell asleep— and slowly met her eyes. “My dearest, please tell me I drank myself into a coma through Christmas.” They know they didn’t, but wishful thinking.

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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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Spill the Tea ☕ // 20. Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses?

[ Spill the Tea ☕ - ACCEPTING ]

"Horse-sized duck. No question. I only have to kill one thing. Or, conversely, I make friends with it after proving my worth in combat and we terrorize the populace together, give the poor dears something new to keep them up and feeling alive at night, ahahaha!"

Because yes, the last thing Gotham needs is for it's Angel of Death to acquire the mounted dinosaur cavalry trait.

"... Now, if we were talking a goose, I might actually die. Depending on the goose. It'd still be a good fight though."

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☕ + 16 (perhaps over tea. :) )

[ Spill the Tea ☕ - ACCEPTING ]

They watched her carefully, then looked down at the tea, then back at her.

"Okay. You know, I'm not invited to many tea parties." They laughed and sat themself down, pulled their knife out, and twirled it tip-down on the table. "Something about my manners, I can't imagine what. Now what was the question again? Dream pets?"

They pause... then lean forward, chin propped up on their free hand. Hmm. That was a question. Any animal? Reality and physics be damned? Well, that's a lot. Despite how little they care for the constructs of humanity's pointless slogging, they actually really like animals.

"Mmm. Well, you warmed me up, so how about top three in order of reality? I always wanted a snake. I'm not sure which, yet, I never really got far enough into the thought to plan. They're just lovely. I would want a big proper habitat for them though. I guess that's the reality bending part. Hm, I'd have to ask Copperhead a few things..."

"Number two, a shark. But I'd just go out to the shore and throw food out to it, I wouldn't want some huge gaudy aquarium to shove the poor thing into, they would never be happy. Just a fun friend in the water. I don't know if they like eating zombies or if it's always just an accident, but you know... they had it coming."

"Number three. Against all reality and physics." They leaned forward, suddenly manic and gleeful, their eyes almost childlike with delight were it not for how eerie they inherently were. "A dinosaur. Can you imagine? A bitey little microraptor on your shoulder, with those ridiculous little feather pants!?" They seemed genuinely delighted. "I'd teach it to bite fingers."

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"Rudolph the red nose reindeer had a very shiny nose~♪" - Kitty [ She's just being an ass now. ]

"..."

"... I will stab you. And I will do it merrily."

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⏳+ What do you want to be when you grow up?

[ send [⏳+ question] to ask to the younger version of my muse a question. - ACCEPTING ]

“Well, I have been thinking I will be a dancer like my mother. I have studied all the music and all the parts for every ballet she teaches. I could dance anything, any part." They beamed with pride... paused, then looked aside as they chewed the inside of their cheek. But they just knew the ballerina parts for studies. For fun. Because, of course, it was very silly for a boy to want to actually perform those roles on a real stage. Like the other students said. Of course.

Boys can't be Odette...

"... Oh, ah, and then my father says I could help run the family business. I just have to go to school for it, and if my grades stay as good as they are now, I can get into any university I want to. I know he really wants me to. It is sort of a family thing, even though it is a big company. So, yes. I want to do that, too. Yes, I'll just do both."

I am going to make them proud of me forever.

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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."