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[fornora]

hello everyone! while i am still quite busy, i can say that with the new routine i am on for my work i do have some spare time as a result of public transit.

i would like to write a bit as a result - either here or on rogueportraits. (arkhamlegacy is possible as well for my jeremiah and astrid arkham reworks, but that is a separate account and i have not logged into it in some time.)

all of that to say - please feel free to drop a like or to reach out to me for plotting. i still may be quite slow, but i will try my best.

[fornora]

sorry. i had like a million things happen to me (all good - just a busy schedule) but i hope to try to get maybe something going over here again, albeit at a low level.

[fornora]

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑂𝑀 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅

Bolded are things that I think may as well apply

Victor enjoys doing taxes.

Victor could easily survive The Hunger Games.

It would not take much for Victor to turn evil. (Well...)

Victor knocks people over by hugging them.

Victor makes your mom jokes.

Victor likes to eat straight coffee beans.

Victor is trans. (This would rule. Sadly it is not the case for my Victor.)

Victor has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night.

Victor believes in Santa.

If the source media was a musical, Victor would be the one character that asks why everyone is singing.

Tagged by: @pluckyhearten

Tagging: anyone who wishes to!

[fornora]

A  MEMORY  THAT  IS  COLORED          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :           send a number  1 - 10  to take a closer look inside this characters life.        /        below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside a characters memories,     +plus:   all the feelings that come with it!        these are meant to invoke character development   &     can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.         bonus if you explain why the memory is that color for them!

01.     red. 02.     orange. 03.     yellow. 04.     green. 05.     blue. 06.     pink. 07.     white. 08.     black. 09.     gold. 10.     purple.

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"This is for you." https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNJp94oN/

Victor looks down at the phone. He looks up at the vigilante. He looks down at the phone again.

"Do you show videos like this to everyone, or is this an exception?"

...People these days...

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Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them.

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“I know this sounds old-fashioned, but isn’t that illegal?” (from dick!)

Victor makes a noise that could almost pass as a laugh. It sounds dead. “And so is your occupation. Yet you persist.”

He’s been caught in an introspective mood. Ice-cold rage seems distant these days, as the years have slipped by, and perhaps others’ temperaments have changed as well. He certainly can’t imagine discussing this with Nightwing in time past - even less with the boy he’d been as Robin. Victor’s story - Nora’s story - is something grim indeed. Profit trumps people in this world, and they were no exception.

“It wasn’t illegal. Just unthinkable. When I was a young man, I had faith in the goodness of others. When I was older, that faith became a hope instead. I was mistaken.”

Victor thinks on his next sentence. He is not an expressive man, has never been. Nora had been the only one capable of bringing a smile to his face, and those were still slight in comparison to other men. But she had understood that… she had loved him still. He can’t think of that now.

“You cannot imagine how it was to wake up again. To hope. To find out the truth and to… despair. But perhaps you can understand, now, the path that has led me here.”

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"Can we talk about this, doc?" Tim raised both hands in a peaceful gesture. "We don't both need to be turned into ice cubes, right? I don't wanna steal your look; you wear it so well!"

“You can leave.”

Freeze stands his ground. Cold swirls at the two’s feet, eddying in esoteric patterns.

“But you will not, because none of you ever do. So we will fight, and someone will win, and someone will lose. Because you cannot leave me to be.”

[fornora]

"Victor, there has got to be a better way to handle this than by dragging out your lifespan beyond what's healthy." Tim huffed, already over his encounter with the rogue. "Can't you just get grief therapy, or something?"

"Dragging out my lifespan," Victor repeats slowly.

His suit hisses and leaks out into the frigid night air. It's snowing tonight in Gotham, pure flecks of white falling into grey street-slush. Cold enough for him, even if the natural air stings in a way that recirculated doesn't.

Victor braces a gloved hand on Red Robin's bo staff, pushing it off of his chest. He doesn't stand. He just stares, pupils frozen-wide behind red goggles.

"Do you think I wanted more than man's lot in life? Or is it that you think that not even two decades is enough for knowing the love of your life?"

He stands now, declawed but not defanged. A spiderweb fracture skitters across his helmet, threatening to crack.

"You are so very young... Perhaps the age I was when I met Nora. But even that... you know very little at all." Victor pauses. "I can die when she is safe. When she has what so many others take for granted: a future."

[fornora]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜ ❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you can do this on your own?  ❜ ❛  are you thinking what i'm thinking?  ❜ ❛  can you go take care of this, please?  ❜ ❛  can you show me how to fight?  ❜ ❛  can you tell me more about your adventures?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  does it really have to be like this?  ❜ ❛  don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day?  ❜ ❛  has no one ever given you a compliment before?  ❜ ❛  have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?  ❜ ❛  have you noticed anything different about me lately?  ❜ ❛  haven't you ever wondered why i never talk about my childhood?  ❜ ❛  how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened?  ❜ ❛  how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?  ❜ ❛  is there anything else i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  is this really how you want this to end?  ❜ ❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ ❛  what are your plans for today?  ❜ ❛  what else do you want me to say?  ❜ ❛  what else have you hidden from me?  ❜ ❛  what happened here? where is all that smoke coming from?  ❜ ❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜ ❛  when were you going to tell me?  ❜ ❛  where are we supposed to go from here?  ❜ ❛  who will be able to stop them now?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just act like a normal person?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just leave me alone?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just stay focused?  ❜ ❛  why does everything always have to be so complicated?  ❜ ❛  why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?  ❜ ❛  why won't you just tell me what i did wrong?  ❜ ❛  will it ever stop hurting so much?  ❜ ❛  will you go out on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  will you just shut up and kiss me already?  ❜ ❛  will you please text me when you get home safely?  ❜ ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

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The House of Cards Trilogy (House of Cards) Sentences

(Sentences from the House of Cards Trilogy (House of Cards, 1990). Adjust phrasing where needed)

“Nothing lasts forever. Even the longest, most glittering reign must come to an end someday.”

“I shall, of course, give my absolute loyalty to my leader.”

“What was that frightful woman talking about?”

“If that doesn’t get you a knighthood, I don’t know what will!”

“Everybody can be valuable. ”

“Ah, now you can’t expect me to comment on rumours. ”

“You are proposing a very radical change. I would like you to tell me why.”

“I know that you’re capable of doing whatever is necessary.”

“Everyone knows that threats from me are not idle threats.”

“Nobody knows I’m here tonight, and nobody will.”

“I think I can trust you to be fair and honest. Perhaps you haven’t been here long enough to be corrupted.”

“You might think that. I couldn’t possibly comment.”

“I know this sounds old-fashioned, but isn’t that illegal?”

“Everybody fancies me, except for you.”

“There are some men, and I count myself amongst them, that cannot bear to be idle.”

“You know I’d never ask you to do a thing like this unless my arse was on the line!”

“Bloody hell! You don’t mess around, do you?”

“If I tell you what I know, do you promise not to bite my head off?”

“Who is it? Who’s betraying me?”

“I like talking to you. I’m interested in you. ”

“I happen to think that you are by far the ablest man in this government.”

“What a very unusual interview this has turned out to be.”

“If you put your mind to it, I think you could achieve anything you wanted.”

“If you have pangs of pity, crush them now. ”

“Everything we say tonight is to be completely confidential. It’s not even to be whispered as a secret to your favourite lover.”

“I’m not anyone’s toy. I don’t get chosen; I choose.”

“When you’re drunk, you’re never bored. The moments slip by in such a satisfactory manner.”

“Either he’s the best actor in the world, or he knows nothing about the matter.”

“There’s more to politics than personal ambition. ”

“Don’t you see? I had to do it. How could I have trusted her?”

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The anarchist was perched somewhere they most certainly should not have been, eyes radiating garnet and barely-concealed malicious delight. Their face was partially concealed in shadow, and contrary to the red get-up of Anarky, Vox Populi, they were instead dressed in loose violets and indigos. There were flecks of dried crimson in their hair, which fell haphazardly over their shoulders. They were cleaning their fingernails of something.

"Good evening, doctor. How's your research coming along?"

Victor jerks his head up, eyes tracking through the icefog and landing on… someone. They seem familiar to him in a distant, cloudy way, the vision of someone he may have seen on the news or had a run-in with since his revival several long years ago.

There is blood in their hair and on their hands. The glacial pace of his heart, so slow he often forgets it does still beat, quickens. None of his weaponry is in reach, and his suit is partially disassembled in front of him. He must speak.

“It is as it always is,” he says flatly. His face is impassive stone. “What use do you have asking after it?”

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Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.

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Freeze's eyes flick over Delaney's lined face, the proof of decades passing by. The proof of a life lived, the same as the broken detritus that now litters the room.

"Don't speak to me of my Nora," he says flatly. "Don't act as though you understand."

He slides his boot from Delaney's chest. The other man gasps in a breath, eyes still focused on the gun pointed at him. His hand tremors at his side.

"Victor, listen to him. What's any of this going to do? What did Harold ever do to you?"

"What did Harold do... The same that you did," Freeze shifts his weight with a pressurized hiss, his suit venting heat. "Stop speaking around it. Perhaps you want to tell him the story."

Freeze turns partially towards Batman, expression inscrutable behind red lenses. His hands still hold the freeze ray steady. "You consider yourself justice for this city. I know that much. What sort of justice lets traitors go free? If you think me guilty of my crimes, I do not protest. It is only that you also protect those just as guilty..."

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In cases like these, Batman has to be far more cautious how he treads. This isn't some typical robbery or cartel exchange where the dark knight can take action the moment he arrives on scene, there's lives at risk from the threatening party and it's best to Freeze talking until he either sees an opening or convinces him to step down. The vigilante hopes for the latter, seeing who he's facing now. He knows what's happened to the man, how he'd been working in cryopreservation and how it had backfired, had seen firsthand what happened to Clarke when the other first began to seek his revenge. This isn't justice, though. It won't set anything right, and he has to convince Victor to see that.

"Charlie Delaney, one of your former business partners." His tone takes that of a calm approach, careful to keep to simple statements for now until he can attain just how far emotions are playing into this. Is Freeze already ready to pull the trigger or is there an opening to be talked down? "I understand why you're upset, Victor. You're targeting the people who wronged you, who allowed your wife to be lost. But this won't change anything, and it won't make that pain go away."

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"this won't change anything, it certainly won't save her."

Freeze looks over his shoulder at the Bat. He doesn’t take his boot off of the man’s chest. He doesn’t twitch his finger away from the trigger.

The room is still, the aftermath of a howling blizzard. It was a living room, before Freeze arrived, full of a hundred little knick-knacks of an adoring grandfather and former entrepreneur. Family photos. Awards. Gifts from loved ones. They’re strewn about now, frozen and shattered. Lost.

“What do you know of loss?” Freeze asks, and snaps his head back to his original focus. “What do you know, for that matter?”

“Victor, for God’s sake-”

“Do you know who he is?” Freeze asks. “Batman. Do you know?“

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[ hurricane ] ?

cocktail quiz - which song describes them the most? why?

Easy. Grapefruit High by French Thyme - although, really, this is more Victornora... (Also the source of my carrd header quote!)

Frozen kisses from our loved ones Boiling madness from the past ones I was told to be delightful But looking now that seems so frightful Holy candles keep the dead ones Blossomed flowers here to save them You can never truly keep them Hold them close but still they free themselves

So maybe Faced with Fire by Margaux, which is also more Victornora, hm...

Darling I’ve no other ideas You’re my only idea Love can make a one-track mind

Or maybe Ode to Fire by Jealous of the Birds, which- oh, you guessed it...!

What is rest? What is rest? If I cannot sleep next to you? What is warmth? What is truth? If I can't have an effect on you?

Something something do not separate the two of them. But anyways, all three of these (and everything else on my playlist, um) get me every time. Victor's pretty solely motivated by love, even if his history has taken a toll on how that's expressed. I think it's only fitting that what I consider "his" playlist is equal parts about him and Nora's relationship, too.

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Crow really needed this to work. Thus, he had to be on his best behavior. Asking for favors didn't really come naturally to him-- although, he didn't think he was half bad at gently bullying adults into helping him out, so he hoped that by using that angle...

Well.

At any rate, they were dressed for the cold as they approached the meat packing plant, though they resisted the urge to tug their cape closer around them. Admittedly, their circulation left much to be desired.

Deciding that walking right in might be the most honest option, despite the risks, Tim stooped to pick a side door lock, putting his gloves back on immediately after, stashing the lock picks inside them. One could never be too paranoid about the possibility of needing tools for egress close at hand-- literally.

"Um. Mister Freeze? Or, Doc-- Doctor Fries? Are you in here?" The teenager called. "I need to talk to you." -Crow!Tim

The plant is empty, but not silent - even though it closed down years ago, someone’s managed to get the power running again. The floor is bathed in harsh fluorescent lighting and is, perhaps thankfully, free of any animal carcasses. Someone’s set up a small laboratory instead, a cobbled-together collection of machinery and electronics. There’s a computer terminal there that has to be older than Crow.

But no Freeze. Or Doctor Fries, for that matter. Just the cold and the low hum of industrial refrigeration and lighting. If Crow wants to find the man, he’d better start looking.