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@fleshremoved wrote: her cheeks were purple from embarrassment as she sat up on her side of the bed, fixing her red, silky nightgown. that man just had to bring it up, didn't he? seriously? "we don't speak of that damned tattoo, ken." (fleshremoved)

"look, i didn't even know you had the thing until a short while ago--" his hands immediately raise up in defense, not wanting to come across too hostile nor pushy when sticking to the subject like this. he'd discovered it on complete accident, scouring through old photographs, eyes widening once he noticed the small patch of ink that was no longer present. of course, his curiosity won out at the end of the day, but it seemed like the subject was rather, well, prickly.

"i won't press 'ya why you got it, or why you chose to remove it. obviously, it's gone for a reason-- but it's not like you can blame me for bein' curious! even after all this time, and i'm still learning stuff about you." he can't help but respond with a grin, seating himself nearby and gently pressing his forehead to a temple.

"besides, i won't lie... y'looked good with it. but any part of you is beautiful, with or without the ink."

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who gave tiktok permission to absolutely murder me with viktor headcanons this fine thursday afternoon?? THIS SHIT AIN'T FAIR--

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Hopper being overprotective with El. 

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fangamer, don’t do this to me….

I SEE HIS ASS IN FIGURE FORM, DON’T DO THIS TO ME.

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VIKTOR SCENES IN ARCANE (7/?): 1.03. The Base Violence Necessary for Change

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another forced laugh and a smile, that's what silco's response is. viktor doesn't say much at this point, fearing if he does speak, then those emotional dams he'd built up would shatter like glass. he knows he fucked up, and he's somewhat glad silco recognises that-- he should be held accountable for his actions. but the other's words rang true, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"no." the single word comes out sharp and fast, his own gaze meeting silco's almost instantly. "no more... i can't- i can't do this to myself anymore. i wish i never did, but it's too late. i can't go back, what's done is done." as he speaks, viktor's voice slowly starts to waver, to break, fighting so hard to keep a straight face, and yet failing miserably. he's a grown man, he shouldn't be upset like this, not over his own stupid actions, it was nobody's fault but his own. and yet, here he was-- breaking down, just like a child, the child that silco took in all those years ago.

"the only reason i survived the process was because of shimmer. if i hadn't used it, then i wouldn't be here. just like her..." the shaking in his digits, both normal and augmented, is painfully clear now. the quivering of his bottom lip, the wetness pooling in the corners of his eyes. he hadn't meant to hurt anybody, but her, sky, she had no idea what was she walking into that day. she just wanted to help and yet, now look where she was. nothing but dust.

and that's the memory that did it, finally let the bottled up emotions break the dam, no longer attempting to hide the sobs that now practically lurched from his chest. "perhaps it should've been that way. i-i was so desperate to live, to leave my mark on this world that i..."

through the tears, viktor sucks in a breath, once again, meeting silco's own, staring back with one clear emotion. "i'm scared. of myself, what i've done... and after everything, it still didn't fix it. i'm still going to die soon-- and, that's what scares me the most."

The only reason Silco was remaining calm at present was to not cause Viktor to shut down on him. If he wanted answers, wanted Viktor to be open with him, then the last thing he should do was blow up over this. Even if... he felt that urge bubbling up inside of him.

How could Viktor do something so reckless and so stupid? (The pot calling the kettle black, given how Silco was when he was younger; perhaps that's who Viktor learned such behavior from.)

A heavy sigh escaped him, hand lifting to rub his temples as his right eye shut a moment. "Oh, believe me, I am upset," Silco finally said, words coming out slow but a bit sharp. "I wish I could say I couldn't believe you would do something like this, but then again I raised you, didn't I?" A short, dry chuckle escaped him as his hand fell from his face, eyes fixing themselves on Viktor once more.

He was quiet again for a moment as he simply stared at him, a mix of disbelief and pain behind his gaze. But eyes soon focused into a more set, determined look when he spoke again. "How much farther are you intending to go with this, Viktor? Is this it? Or do you intend to continue until the rest of you is..." He paused, gaze flickering down to that purple hand. "No longer you?"

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ROBIN BUCKLEY in STRANGER THINGS 3.03 | Chapter Three: The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

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officially added new muses:

robin buckley (stranger things) henry creel (stranger things) jim hopper (stranger things) max mayfield (stranger things) jax (tadc) montgomery gator (fnaf security breach)

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that's twice now i've seen someone use bearded/s2 jayce as a fc for another muse.

and that's twice now my brain has tricked me into thinking that they actually have him as a muse. i see that man on dash for a fraction of a millisecond, and my heart jumps into my throat, and i'm just AGGRESSIVELY POINTING until the realisation hits that "oh that's not--"

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"ready for my close-up!"

an indie rp blog for susan "rosa" petal, a gaslight district oc. - written by six. 13 years writing exp. - please read rules before interaction.

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@fleshremoved wrote: "i want some juicy, tender meat, mr. butcher... and i think you'd be just delectable." (fleshremoved)

at first, when those words reach his non-existent ears, the giant rotling's body freezes almost immediately. purple creeps upwards onto his face, those crimson eyes shot wide as his head slowly turns towards the culprit... really, now. while he's on the clock? ah well, two could play at that game, sweetheart.

"is that so?--" the words crawl out from the depths of his throat with that familiar, gravelly sound, the corners of those green tinted lips curling upwards into a devious grin. a large arm sneaks forth curls around her form, pressing them close as her head rests just beneath his own. "well, i've got plenty of it right here. take your pick, m'lady. thigh, flank, breast, whatever y'want-- it's on the house, free of charge."

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updated my theme after 84 years, how the fuck did i do ladies and gentlemen.

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the trans jax theory that's come out thanks to the most recent episode? 100% on board with it. something about it just tickles my brain, makes me all warm and fuzzy, makes the metaphorical puzzle pieces click.

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waddles out on dash. any other moots doing art fight this year, if so, i need your accounts stat. this is not a request, this is a threat.

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"how generous. i can't say i remember the last time a place was this accommodating to it's guests." perhaps it had to do with the brothel's atmosphere, or the fact the woman lest was currently perched upon was a known regular here-- there are many factors. but the vastaya wasn't going to question them; these drinks were on the house, it would be foolish to not join in and indulge, just for a little while.

"even then, who says you have to answer to these men? better yet, even let them through the door." well, that would be rather foolish. the vastaya knew better than to get involved with silco and his men directly-- which was rather hypocritical, given the situation she'd found herself with the other woman. but there was nothing wrong with giving some helpful advice or gentle nudges here and there, right?

a hand holds out one of the two glasses she'd nicked earlier, watching with curious eyes as the liquid is poured into each slowly. the color wasn't anything suspicious, but the smell hits her immediately-- yep, that was certainly strong. but thankfully, that's just what lest was after.

handing over one of the beverages, she returns to gently rest a white and speckled hand upon sevika's shoulder. "for silco's supposed 'right hand man', you sure do like to test his patience, don't you?--" she can't help but purr with a smirk behind the rim of her glass as it's lifted to her lips. "you're certainly much... stronger than he is physically. i don't see why he should be the one to boss you around like that."

Sevika let out a chuckle as Lest snatched two glasses, turning herself slowly around, bottle in hand, to face the vastayan. "You've got a point... we do have the whole cart, here-- we can sample as many things as we want." As she spoke, eyes briefly darted over the other woman, a smirk curling onto her lips when eyes met hers again.

She was a regular at the brothel, so she was often allowed to spend as much time there as she wanted. Loyal customer perks, and all that. Plus, she was a good customer -- wasn't some creep or violent guest like some others could get.

Sevika moved around Lest to head towards the couch in the room, removing the top from the bottle as she sat down. She gestured with the bottle for Lest to join her. "Unless one of Silco's lackeys come running in saying I'm needed, I'm all yours, baby. All night long."

Silco often told Sevika she needed to 'relax more,' anyway: bout time she took his advice.

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Jax in TADC Episode 5