Victor

Victor Elliot Vogel Reaper 211 Professor of Criminology It kills me, sometimes, how people die.  

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Incidentals || Vic and Val

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valentinaxsantos:

Valentina rolled her eyes and nodded, a smirk on her lips as everything Victor was saying was not news. “Husband, brother, uncle, aunt, son. Although, if he is interested in dogs like that, I might have to steal Lockheart and keep him with me,” she joked, crossing her arms over her chest. The way Victor was describing his brother, sounded a little blunt and harsh in some places, but the overarching sense of love and affection muted it all right back down again. She knew the brothers were on better terms now than they were earlier in the year, and she was glad that Mercy had someone so devoutly on his side. “He is very combative, isn’t he?” she mused, ironic considering that she was more likely than him to go off starting fights with people. Which was saying something. “Very ridiculous. But also very hard to dislike. I tried, believe me. You made him a reaper, yes? When he died.” 

“Well.. not so much when he was younger. Anything with other men, was... it was under the radar, so to speak. Plus, Mercy was rather inundated with women who were intended for me, who... I wasn’t interested in. I played annoyed, but really he was doing me a favour.” He smiled, and chuckled at her description. “Yes. Combative but hard to dislike. And... I did, yes. I... am still not sure it was the right thing. He was furious, when he found out, livid. I... I just knew where he was going, and I couldn’t let his reaper take him there. I think... we’re on better terms now, but I’m not sure he’ll ever forgive me.” He shrugged, his wings shifting a little on his back, and then looked up at her. “So... you and he are... together.” 

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On the hunt || Open

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snugglycervidae:

“Really?” Zeek questioned, looking down at himself with a frown. “I mean it’s much colder than usual, I kinda miss having my sweater.” He admitted, tail wiggling absently before he seemed to forget his nudity entirely, and bound over to his bag to present it to Victor. “Oh! I’m looking for seashells! I’ve gotten a lot today, they’re hard to gather without pockets.” he admitted, both hands holding the container up to the taller man. “But I think I’m almost out of free time for the day and I don’t feel so good, so I think I gotta stop.”

Victor frowned, tilting his head, before looking into the bag. “Well, would you look at that. Those are very nice shells.” He looked Zeek over again. “Well, if your time is up, you could always come back to mine, little one. What feels wrong?” He was concerned for the little faun, and he wouldn’t mind having him back at home - even if that was just to look after him. “Would you like that?” He wasn’t about to make him come back, obviously, but still. 

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On the hunt || Open

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snugglycervidae:

Zeek had been more than happy to embrace nature when all his clothes vanished from his cell, happily finding himself a way down to the beach for his hour of free time to look for shells so maybe he could at least make a necklace to wear. It was more than difficult to collect them without any pockets though, and he’d been making frequent trips back and forth to a bench, seated and eating the snack of strawberries he’d brought along with his ears flickering gently as he ate before suddenly someone was speaking and he was yelping and springing to his feet, hands dropping to cover his lap at least a little. “Oh- you surprised me. Sorry.” he laughed, ears dropping and that strange tingling in his gut returning. “I don’t know where my pants went.”

Victor laughed as Zeek jumped, and shook his head. “Don’t worry, little one.” Gods, he was adorable. “I think perhaps your pants disappearing is a rather fortunate thing.” He looked the little deer over, licking his lips, and reached down to adjust his pants slightly. “And what are you up to on this fine evening, hm?” He grinned, tilting his head. 

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By the light of the moon || Aidan and Victor

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aidanxsinclair:

The wolf continued to stare at the reaper before him, studying him and taking him in, his scent, his appearance. Being that while he was Aidan, and at the same time he wasn’t, he could access the human memories to better understand who Victor was. “Wolfjunge. Molodoy Volk. It is what you call him.” The wolf spoke. 

“Drug. A friend to who?” He asked, starting to prowl around the reaper in a wide circle, heckles raised and head low. At the comment to take it easy the wolf only growled more, revealing his sharp teeth. “Where is she? Moya ved'ma. Ksenia.”

Molodoy Volk - Young Wolf Drug - Friend Moya Ved’ma - My witch.

Ksenia... so it was Russian. And this certainly wasn’t Aidan. He didn’t know much about werewolves, but this didn’t seem normal. This didn’t seem like just not being in touch with his wolf, this was his wolf being someone completely different. “A friend to you, I hope. I mean you no harm. I was looking after Aidan, during his change, making sure he didn’t harm anyone. The full moon scares him.” He kept his voice low, calm, keeping an eye on the wolf as it prowled around him. 

“Ksenia is... likely at her home. She isn’t expecting us.” He could take the wolf to her, he supposed... It seemed more or less in control, not the vicious animal he’d been led to expect. “He doesn’t remember, when... when you’re here, does he?” He asked, tilting his head. There was always the possibility that this wolf would start shredding people the moment they got on campus, but he didn’t think it would.

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elizabathory:

Elizabeth sighed and laughed at herself, finally looking up at the figure. “My apologies,” she responded genuinely. “Grading things can put me a bit on edge from time to time. I hope you’ll forgive my rudeness.” In her anger or frustration, it appeared that the old Elizabeth had escaped from the cage deep within her soul that new Elizabeth kept her in. 

“I am sure I can forgive an outburst. Marking can get tedious from time to time.” He smiled, happy to forget it. Nobody was perfect, after all. “Perhaps a coffee?” He asked, gesturing to it, as it finished pouring, picking up his now-full mug and offering it to her. 

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By the light of the moon || Aidan and Victor

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aidanxsinclair:

For a moment the wolf was distracted with the world around him, so much so that he didn’t notice the reaper’s presence. He took in all the surrounding scents, the forest and all it held, basking in his new freedom. The wolf had been about to take off into the trees when Victor’s voice broke the silence and icy blue eyes snapped to the reaper, staring hard. Aidan growled, the sound low and dangerous, a warning, before he really took in the person in front of him.

Victor’s scent was familiar, the wolf vaguely remembered it. His voice was one Aidan knew deep down in his locked away human mind. “Zapomnit’, remember.” The wolf repeated, at first speaking in the language of his witch. “Know you.” He growled.

Victor was careful not to move, as the wolf growled, his aura changing dramatically, ready to rip through the veil into purgatory if he lunged. His aura had... changed, though. Something was different. He almost jumped when the words were pushed into his mind, what was that, Russian? 

“Yes.” He said softly, nodding. “You do know me. I’m a friend, Wolfjunge. Victor.” There was something very off, something different about Aidan, something changed. He was a wolf now, but that didn’t seem to be it. “Easy, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

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Incidentals || Vic and Val

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valentinaxsantos:

“You are not used to hearing…? That he means well?” Valentina gave the man a confused look, unsure of whether or not that was what he meant. “Mercy is big idiot sometimes, and he can be very annoying and he doesn’t know that hallway is for walking and not tv shows. But he is not bad person, I know that.” A flash of fondness crossed her face only to disappear a second later. “Threatening him and hitting him work very good to make him listen to you,” she said, amusement in her tone as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Bratwurst?” she questioned, wrinkling her nose though she laughed all the same at the image of Mercy letting his competitiveness result in vomit on his shoes. Typical. “So basically he was same then as he is now?” 

Victor nodded, chuckling. “Mostly it’s keep that brother of yours away from me, my wife, sister, daughter, girlfriend, dog, house, chickens...” You name it, and he has most likely tried it.” He shook his head, smiling to himself. “He does have a good heart, though. He acts up, it’s... become a part of who he is, bristling and squaring up to anyone who challenges him, or who he even takes a dislike to.” He shrugged. “Underneath the bluster, though, he’s a good man.” It was good that someone knew that. Someone who cared for him. “So yes. Exactly the same. He spent a month making crop circles, once. In the fields all around our village. He’d come home covered in wheat or... whatever was growing there, looking very pleased with himself. Ridiculous boy.” He shook his head, but there was fondness in his voice, softening it.

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levixmatthews:

Levi gave him a sigh of relief. “I promise you nothing but good company,” he assured him with a smile. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I honestly would do just about anything to not get shoved back in my  cell.” He smiled and looked at him. “You got a name?”

“Victor Vogel.” Victor smiled, stepping forwards, and brushing his fingers over the younger man’s jaw. “I can make sure you don’t go back in your cell tonight, I’m sure.” He grinned. “So long as you promise to be good company.” He had a good aura, and Vic was sure he could have a good time. 

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elizabathory:

Eliza scanned her student’s paper, sighing as she wrote comment in the sidelines. She took a long sip her drink, sensing a presence looming over her shoulder. Without even looking to see who it was, the countess broke the silence. “Are you just going to stand there or are you actually planning on making an effort to speak to me?” The question was rhetorical and quickly followed with an authoritative “sit.”

Victor glanced up, and raised an eyebrow, moving around in front of her. “I beg your pardon?” He was shocked at her manners, and shook his head. “I was waiting for the coffee machine, which you appear to have sat in front of. I hope you do not make a habit of speaking to your colleagues like this.” His accent was a little stronger than usual, his hand resting on his scythe.

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On the hunt || Open

Victor felt good. He was prowling the campus, looking for a nice young man to take home - Aidan if he was around, but right now he was in a mood, and anyone cute would do. The leather harness fit snugly about his shoulders and bare chest, and the pants really left nothing to the imagination. His scythe still hung at his hip, and he fiddled with it gently, wandering and scanning his surroundings. His eyes landed on a lovely looking young man, and he grinned, padding forwards. “Well aren’t you a wonderful sight.” He purred in his ear.

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By the light of the moon || Aidan and Victor

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aidanxsinclair:

Aidan gave Vic a small smile at the kiss. It was sweet, eased some of his worries if even for a moment. “Thanks, for doing this for me. I don’t know if I’ve actually said it yet.” The young wolf said sincerely, as he didn’t want Vic to think this was anything like it had been with Barachiel. Aidan had used the angel to try and get this scenario and it hadn’t worked, but this time, Aidan wouldn’t have minded had he ended up in a basement or cage again. 

Aidan began to shrug out of his clothes, they’d get torn off anyway if he kept them on, so he dropped his shirt to the floor, kicked off his converses and slipped out his jeans. His skin was already starting to feel hot, uncomfortable and like it didn’t quite fit anymore. He almost wanted to peel that off as well along with his clothing. Aidan could never quite predict when it was about to happen, he could watch the moon in the sky, feel its oppressive light and still be caught off guard when the change began, just like now. The first snap of bones had the wolf dropping to his knees with a shout, the air knocked out of him. 

Without the binding spells on him, keeping the change from happening, it was much quicker, more natural. Aidan grit his teeth through it, used to this pain to some extent and at least he could tell himself it would be over soon, he’d black out and it would be over. When his eyes changed from their warm hazel to the icy lupin blue of his wolf, Aidan was gone, his groans of pain sounding less and less human until they were growls. As soon as the change was through the wolf rose onto his paws, shaking out dark grey fur. Aidan wasn’t a particularly big wolf, more sleek and built for speed, but he was still much larger than a natural grey wolf. 

Victor watched, wincing, as the wolf went through the vicious breaking of his bones, his tearing muscles. He scooped the clothes up, carefully, settling them in the bag, and perched on the rock to wait. It didn’t take as long as he thought it might have, but it seemed so brutal. Aidan wasn’t bulky to start with, and curled, naked on the floor, writhing, he looked so much smaller, so vulnerable, it took everything he had not to go to him and hold him. 

The change was hard to watch, but soon enough, it was over. Victor shifted, standing up, shouldering the bag, and then crouched down, ready to vanish, if he needed to. “Hello there, Wolfjunge.” He murmured, gently, calm and nonthreatening. Aidan wouldn’t be able to do any permanent damage to him, but he didn’t want him to see any injuries and feel guilty, while also recovering from this change. “Do you remember me, little one?” He asked, keeping his voice low, not looking Aidan in the eyes. 

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Incidentals || Vic and Val

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valentinaxsantos:

Crossing her arms over her bikini-clad chest, Valentina gave the man a long study as he spoke. Mercy had not talked too much about his brother, aside from the fact that he did not know Victor was his real brother until recently. She could also recall that one night when Mercy seemed particularly upset over something Victor had said. “I know he does,” she said a moment later, since she fully believed that Mercy did mean well. Most of the time. “And I threaten to break his phone if he did it again, so he behaves now.” A little smile quirked her lips at that, since she knew full well that Mercy let her think she was able to tame him for her sake. “So are you going to tell me embarrassing stories about Mercy now?” she asked, the smile lingering on her lips. 

Victor was about to jump back in defending him, when she agreed. He blinked, silenced for a moment, and then shook his head. “Ah... that... Isn’t exactly something I’m used to hearing about my brother.” He chuckled. “Especially not from the women in his life. Though I don’t think any of them threatened to break his phone.” He chuckled, tilting his head, looking her over with new eyes. Here was someone on Mercy’s side. They were generally few and far between. “Well, I can.” There had been silly, fun things, between the fear, the sadness. “There was the time he decided he was a buccaneer named Erkenbald. Or the time he challenged me to eating an entire bratwurst platter and puked on his own feet. There are quite a few.” He chuckled. 

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M!A - Aquaphobia

Dhani could not understand why his heart clenched and his breath was harder to come by. Today he was finally going to get out and surf. He’d found boards in the gym. He found one very similar to his own back home. But now he could only think of the time his dad had wiped out hard. And while it was hilarious afterward (because he’d lost his speedo in the water) Dhani wasn’t thinking of the aftermath, of Uncle Gordy howling with laughter and taking pictures with his phone, he could only think of standing on the shore trying to figure out where his dad was. The fear of losing his dad nearly ten years after losing his mom. He thought of having to live with Bubbe or Gordy and Seeger would definitely have to live with Gordy because Bubbe was allergic to cats.

The board dropped into the sand and shortly afterward so did Dhani, sitting with his hands over his face, his elbows against his legs, feet planted in the sand. He didn’t want to just get away from it, he wanted it to disappear entirely. He wanted to disappear. He couldn’t even imagine his home, except his own bedroom, because Mom and Dad had purposefully bought a home with such a view of the beach… Dhani suddenly broke down in tears, his hands, his whole body trembling. The island itself had broken him for good. He practically lived in the water and now he couldn’t even stand to look at it.

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Victor was prowling the beach, looking for some fun. The young man on the floor, however, didn’t exactly look like he was out for fun. He looked miserable. Victor padded over to him, slowly, not wanting to spook him, squatting down next to him. “Here, little one.” He murmured, looking down at the youngster. He hadn’t met him before, didn’t know him, but even if he hadn’t been crying, Victor could recognise the pain swirling in his aura. “What is wrong?” He should have spent more time trying to understand people. For all his studying, to get the degree he had now, the field he had gone into, and for all the reaping he did, actually understanding victims, people who were powerless, there was something personal that just escaped him. He gently placed a hand on the young man’s back, stroking carefully. 

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Leather Panties and Stockings: Muse is forced to dress up in a very sexual manner for 1 day, becoming extremely horny as a result.

Vic hummed as he fished through his drawers, searching for some clothes he hadn’t worn in a while. If someone looked hard enough on the internet, they might find the streams he used to do, for fun rather than because he needed the cash. The leather pants were tight, but that was the idea, and he adjusted himself inside them, before pulling on a leather chest harness, one that matched his wing harness, pulling it nice and tight. He followed that with leather cuffs, admiring himself in the mirror, and then chuckled. “Nice.” 

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Not What It Looks Like || Open

The scene had been a bad one. Victor had been working, determined to get back up to standard, and his last reaping had been hard. He’d arrived early, not wanting to go back to the Institute, only to return, and he was tired. He hadn’t been in full shift, and it had been sudden - really, he should have seen it coming. His target had bled out, and he’d delayed shifting - resulting in him getting covered in blood. The reap itself had been fine, and he rematerialised on the island, in full shift, long hooded robe not concealing the bones beneath, double-bladed scythe resting against his shoulder. Slowly, he allowed himself to shift, flesh creeping over his bones, robes replaced by blood-soaked clothes, and then turned - only to see he had an audience. “Ah.” 

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Levi was heading towards his cell when he spotted someone up ahead. Might as well take a risk he thought to himself. He grabbed their shoulder and grinned. “Care to be my escort for the night?” he asked.

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Victor turned, surprised, when his shoulder was touched, and then eyed the young man who had stopped him, looking him up and down. As harsh as the dress code was, he had to guiltily admit to himself that he didn’t mind as much as he should. “Escort, hm? I suppose that wouldn’t be a bad way to spend a night.” He chuckled. “So long as you prove good company.”

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By the light of the moon || Aidan and Victor

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aidanxsinclair:

“Okay.” Aidan nodded as they walked. “The shift…It’s not pretty to watch, but I’m sure you know that.” He spoke, thinking back to all the times he’d shifted in the last 7 years after being bitten. It was painful, but when he could actually turn, it didn’t last too long, not like being bound where he tried to shift all night with no success. 

“I won’t be myself. I’ve talked to Qhuinn a couple times and she said its about finding a balance with your wolf or something. Clearly I don’t have this balance because I just black out and I always have. So I don’t really know what you’ll encounter, maybe I’ll just be an animal.” Aidan warned as they found a decent looking clearing for him to change in. He could already feel his body humming from the pale light of the moon, the way his wolf stirred more and more, pacing around in his mind waiting to get out. 

Victor nodded. “It is alright, my little one. I will not let either of us come to harm.” He smiled, putting a hand on Aidan’s back as they walked, rubbing gently, seeking to soothe the roiling fear and unease in his aura. “Whenever you are ready. It will be alright.” He pressed a kiss to the wolf’s forehead, and then ducked, kissing him properly. He wished he could spare him from this, wished he could just make the pain go away, but no amount of compulsion would be able to do that, all it would do was make him suffer in silence. Perhaps someone with more ability than him would manage, but Vic generally tried not to rely on compulsion. 

He watched Aidan, carefully, for the first signs of the change, the bag still slung over his shoulder. He would follow him, keep him away from people, and ensure neither of them were hurt, and then take him back to the suite once he shifted back.