#i have a place for you || answered

[sinful-salvation]

"Mm yea you do look good in me."

Those few words caught them by surprise. In the absolute heat of twisted bed sheets and panting breath, that one little moment of her simply admiring how they looked so deep in her made them slow their thrusts.

Oh. Oh. That... that really tickled their brain. To hear their service to her framed in such praise, her eyes poring over every inch of their marked body in approval as they laid tangled together in a gasping heap.

Viktor growled as they loomed playfully over her. They felt so seen by her, in a way so few gave them. "Do... haah, do I really?" Well well. They couldn't disappoint her, now could they? There was a dangerously giddy new light in their eyes, and a hungry excitement in that sharp smile of theirs.

Without another word spare a small shuddering breath, they pulled out of her— maybe a bit meaner to leave her empty given they were right in the middle, but she wouldn't be left wanting for long. They straightened up to a kneel on the bed, tugging her up so that her thighs were propped up against theirs. Chest out, head tilted, back arched, scars on full brazen display. For her. Yes, much easier for her to watch them as they slowly, deliberately pressed into her again, as deep as they could go until their hips were flush and heavy against her.

"Then keep looking." Their eyes never left hers, admiring every inch of her as she did them. They would meet this new purpose eagerly. They would lay bare to her eyes, a tapestry for her to watch and touch and tear endlessly if she wanted.

[sanguine-salvation]

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.

[sanguine-salvation]

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!

[sanguine-salvation]

 ϟ

[ 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..."

[sanguine-salvation]

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..."

[sanguine-salvation]

[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."

[sanguine-salvation]

[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.

[sanguine-salvation]

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.

[sanguine-salvation]

📏 + 8ish feet for Beastie

[[ Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! ]]

"You're big, I'll give you that. But size is nothing if you don't have the bite to back it up. You've got bite, don't you~?"

[sanguine-salvation]

“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.

[sanguine-salvation]

📚 + something funny

[ Wishlists! send me 📚 + a number - ACCEPTING ]

// Honestly I would LOVE to do more funny stuff with them, honestly just because they can be such a dark character that just yoinking them right out of their comfort zone is ALWAYS HILARIOUS. Literally one of my favorite modern comics with them is Harley kidnapping them to help her solve a mystery and somehow dressing them up like Dr. Watson (fake mustache included), tying them to an office chair for several issues, and dragging them around like a toy wagon. I am all for people annoying the shit out of them and them just... reflexively playing along to a limited BUT NOTABLE degree.

// I also think putting them in a situation that just absolutely gobsmacks the serial killer out of them, or alternatively taps into something so ridiculously petty that distracts them entirely from it, is always fun. Like with all the 'oops I'm immortal' people they meet that have WAY too much patience with them trying to stab the everloving shit out of them, or like with Tess dramatically throwing them into a dumpster like a pro wrestler.

// I think it'd be funny to just take the serial killer around for walkies doing normal things while they're just always looming in back like a fucking freak doing this ':)' in the background. Can you imagine serving this thing fries at McDonald's. Can you imagine just seeing this asshole hanging out in the Costco Egg Room™ while their handler compares brown and white egg prices. I love the idea of them just... randomly cooperating with companions in mundane normal behavior (for a limited time) because they're otherwise bored that day but not being able to drop the freak shit.

[sanguine-salvation]

📏 Alexander 15'0

[[ Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! ]]

"Ah felséged, I'm curious... how long did it take you to get used to the horns? I still bump the wings into everything..."

// (art taken from Alex's offical ref by @xxslurkuxx)

[sanguine-salvation]

[via bleedinghearth ]📏 Teddy, 6'6", Dragon, 18' at the shoulder

[[ Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! ]]

"... okay, be honest, you like getting bullied by shorter people, don't yo—"

"... don't think that will stop me, you awful beast, get down here."

// (silhouette taken from Teddy's ref sheet by jakdaw THERE AREN'T ANY DRAGON SILHOUETTES)

[sanguine-salvation]

📏 5'3"

[[ Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! ]]

"Well well, look at you. I bet you grew to have a sharp edge to you, hm? Like a pocket knife."

[sanguine-salvation]

👤 [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.

[sanguine-salvation]

I ship Viktor being bothered by Shar

[ who do you ship my muse with - ACCEPTING ]

// ASDGFGHK ME TO HONESTLY. OTP tier, Viktor/the increasingly baffling sensation of unavoidable annoyance Shar gives them. I love them being stuck with supremely powerful beings in the first place, because they’re such a shitty little brat about it sometimes, but Shar’s dynamic with them is always a delight 😂