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Independent, selective multimuse, ocs and canon muses, from Far Cry, Cyberpunk, and so much more. Verses continue to be added to this day. Written and adored by Jay (she/her), 30+ years old, pacific time zone.
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is there a lore reason why i want sonar so bad? am i stupid?
He's lost track of the days.
Each breath exhaled from his lungs is jagged and hoarse, a heavy pain that feels like a knife twisting in his chest, blood hot on his face, pooling from his nose, from between his teeth. Sound felt weird and distorted, the constriction of the muzzle around his head an awful weight and even in the darkness of the room, it's difficult to make anything out.
He'd gotten grabbed, snatched away during a dispatch that had been a setup. A means of capturing him so Shroud could take advantage of the Mega Bat. He wanted to turn Victor against SDN, tried to implant in his head that they didn't care about him, but he'd refused, fought back as best could in the circumstances, and he surely paid for it.
Even laying on the floor now, he could feel the extent of the damage: broken ribs, the sharp pain in his chest might be a collapsed lung, and a few other broken bones here and there that sent aches and pains all across his body. Burns from Toxic too, just yelling at him to hurry up and change already.
Most of the time, he was left to the silence to stew in the fucking loneliness.
But today, there's a new sound outside that heavy iron door.
The sound of fighting, of gunshots and yells to evacuate. Flurries of footsteps sprint by his prison but none of them move to open it. Something was happening, sounded like a war, and for a moment, he swears he can see through that small little window in the door the glowing red eye of Shroud's mask peering in on him one last time.
It conveys everything i that single look, our time is not yet done. Then he's gone, like a ghost, like he'd never been there to begin with.
Victor flinches hard when the door slams open, ears pinning back and eyes squeezing shut, trying to make himself look as small as possible where he's stuck on the floor, unable to even stand. His hands quiver from where they're bound behind him, flinched back like that'll stop Shroud from bringing more pain.
He wants the Bat. He wants to fuck with his mind and turn him against his team. I had expected Robert to cut you, Shroud had said. Guess I can still be surprised sometimes.
The pain does not come though. In fact, the freezing cold room begins to burn hotter, and Victor's eyes open slowly, only when a familiar voice breathes a relieved, "Vic..."
Flambae burns there in the doorway, pure light and warmth, pure destruction and violence. His eyes gaze only once across the scene of Victor lying there, looking every bit of pathetic and wounded, and it's almost like someone dumped a bucket of ice cold water over him, his flame extinguishing sharp and sudden.
He shifts a bit, can't move that much with every limb feeling lead heavy. "Chad..." He manages to warble through the blood in his lungs, through the muzzle, trying desperately to convey just how happy he was to see him.
@baeflame
the absolute QUICKEST way to victor's heart is asking about his bugs and genuinely listening to him talk about them. they are many little pieces of his heart and part of his family.
so if you wanna date this fuck, you're gonna have to be okay with the bugs. they're a packaged deal!!!
i'm still hyperfixating about these two comics and while i think it may fit a bit with (my) victor's cut verse, i have a slightly more amusing of an idea!
despite coupe being the one who was cut, maybe shroud still finds that he needs the mega bat for some things involving his plans so he stages a kidnapping to capture victor and try to turn him against the team. but victor refuses to change sides (and into the mega bat) and do as shroud wants so he gets the shit beaten out of him. all the while, robert and the rest of the team are trying to track down where victor was stolen and hidden away.
ofc they do eventually find him but it's a long healing process for him since he's been injured greatly with broken bones and a collapsed lung and EVEN MORE so he's gotta take a long break from hero work while also having to be watched in the off-chance shroud tries to come back for him.
THINK OF THE ANGST OPPORTUNITIES!!!!!
Phenomaman simply nodded his head with a faint hmm in response; yes, Robert was small. But that was what made him so huggable. Now he was wondering how huggable the other members of the team were... Had Sonar not shifted the topic a little, the alien would have stood up and hugged him right then and there just to see.
"... I believe Robert is a good person. He is jaded and his heart is heavy, but even still he tries to do what is right. He even gave me a second chance -- no one else in SDN seemed keen on letting me on their team after my depression ruined my reputation."
He paused, then, and stared off to the side, eyes flicking side to side and brow furrowing. "There is a hesitation within him to get close to others, but I do not think that is out of malice." His head turned back to face Sonar, expression softening. "I believe he is scared. I understand that feeling. Opening up to others, letting them get close, it is... daunting."
Well, aside from the fact that Sonar knows why Robert's shy about opening up (c'mon why did he think him grinding his coffee would be loud enough for him to not hear his and Visi's conversation in the break room?) given the fact that he was still hiding his superhero identity from the rest of them was proof enough that he just...didn't fully trust the lot of them yet.
After all, he went from a hero that worked alone, one with already poor views about villains and what they did, to leading a ragtag bunch of them in a program meant for rehabilitation?
Any hero would have shut themselves off.
And Phen is right. It is difficult to open up. He speaks from experience as well. "Yeah...yeah, it sure fucking is..."
Despite Sonar wanting to grab the guy by the shoulders and shake him around while demanding he go to therapy or open up to them about things, that would be pushing way too hard and way too fast, which means Robert would shut them out even more. He had to open up naturally, or he'd push them all away forever.
"Your ah...depression by the way. How's that going? You find someone to talk to? Any good recommendations if you found a good therapist?"
getting invited over to vic's house with no context and then you get blindsided by the massive bug tour he takes you on...
-Alright. Good to know. I'll text again once I'm there, Robert texts as he loads and secures the car and hitches Beef down in his little doggy seatbelt anchored in the back. -Beef is with me. I hope you don't mind, he adds a moment later. Its kinda on short notice and aside from Chase, he has no one to leave Beef with, and taking the time to drop him off at home would add an hour if the commute is bad. He hopes its okay. Beef is exceptionally well-behaved at work, and while Sonar has always been welcoming and delighted to have Beef around the nest at work, this is an entirely different circumstance. He's unwell, and Robert has no idea what they're walking into. Too late, he sighs, as he goes through the motions of ordering at Ed's and loading the passenger seat with the bags of food. Beef sniffs the air and licks his chops, but strapped into the seatbelt, he's powerless to grab so much as a french fry. Robert takes no notice as they head to Sonar's place. If it's bad, he'll stay glued to 'Sasha's side and take her lead. Yeah. that'll work. Once there, he unloads Beef from the car and knocks. True enough, a woman opens the door just a few scant moments later, as if he's been expected and introduces herself as Sasha. Robert smiles and nods politely. Yeah, its good to place his trust in her. She has the bearing of someone confident and assertive in her domain even if the property technically belongs to someone else. She leads him far into the interior of the residence where the nest takes up the heart of it, and leaves him to it. ❝Sonar?❞
Does he pass out for a little bit after sending those replies? Yeah, probably, but Sasha wakes him up at one point or another with water, though it's only been ten minutes since then. He sits up, grumbly, body uncomfortably slick with sweat from a mix of sickness and being overheated from burying himself under the pile of blankets and pillows.
He tells her to expect a guest soon, and to just bring him up here when he arrives. She nods, shoves the glass of water in his face, and he downs it obediently since he knows by now she won't leave until he does. Motherly hen, that one...
[sms] beef is cool. don't mind beef.
Though he's sure that Robert's driving now and won't see it. And even though he's sick and grumbly and feeling like shit, he still finds it in him to shove himself to his feet, do a little bit of reorganization of the Nest so it didn't look like shit, and to make sure what enclosures he did have in the room were all properly misted. Just because he was sick didn't mean he still didn't have chores.
He's back in the Nest, facedown on one of Prism's fuzzy-lined designer jackets when the knock on the door comes, followed by a polite, "Mr. Lynch?" as Sasha bustles the door open and lets Robert and Beef inside. It takes almost everything in him to roll over onto his back, mumbling a thank you, that has her nodding and disappearing out the door.
His gaze settles on Robert.
"Brought food?" He can smell it from here, clapping his hands together like that'll entice Beef into sprinting over to the Nest. He can't, not while Robert's got him tucked up under his arm like a bag of potatoes. "Pooch please."
The urge to hit him is strong, he's lucky he turned his snout away. Her eyes are full of a fiery sort of anger, the unbridled kind that can barely be contained, that's so obvious it's almost palpable in the air.
Visi's hands clench at her side as if trying to stop herself from choosing another spot on him to punch. A gut punch would be exactly what he deserves, but she at least wants to hear him out first.
She guesses that's what being involved with him has done to her, wanting to hear him out before she starts throwing the punches that she believes he deserves. Just because she hasn't yet, doesn't mean she won't. Had he not turned away from her, he certainly would have gotten a punch to the nose by now.
"What the fuck, Victor?!" Visi hisses at him between clenched teeth, trying to keep it down but she's certain she'll start yelling at him in a moment here.
"Where the fuck were you? Why didn't you tell me where you were going?!" Does he not trust her? Even after all this time? Even after all the private moments they've shared? Of course not, she's never really been trustworthy. Why the fuck did she think it was different with him? What a fucking idiot she is.
"Fuckin' answer me! I deserve some kind of answer after this shit. Do you know how worried I was? I mean, what the fuck?! You fucking asshole!" Visi laughs, and it's bitter, devoid of humor. "You're sorry? Really? That's all you have to say? That's not enough." Underneath all that anger, there's hurt. Hurt that he didn't think he could trust her, hurt that he left her to worry about him all day and night. Hurt that when she tried to call or text him, every single one went ignored.
Quickly, a hand raises up to mute his mic, just in the off-chance this conversation gets blasted over the comms.
Visi was justifiably upset; he left without saying anything to her, or the rest of the Team. It was a last minute decision, one that he made while lying in the Nest at his house, awake for hours on end, before he talked himself into and bought the damn tickets before he could think further on it.
He really should have said something to everyone, but Visi most of all...
"Sorry's all I got..." He mutters, because it's the truth. With how angry she was, she wouldn't accept any other form of apology and for good reason. With how tightly her hands were clenched, it was clearly taking everything in her to hold back from hitting him. At this rate, he knows he'd deserve it. "But...lemme try to explain..."
Visi deserved that. She had been worried. Who knows what thoughts were circulating in her mind while he was gone, what she thought he had been doing: ignoring her. He hadn't been, not intentionally, but he needed to keep that phone off or he'd get distracted and stop himself from doing what he went there to do.
But he steels his nerves and speaks, "I was at...a Celebration of Life." He could leave it at that, probably should, but he doesn't. Not when Visi is still giving him a chance to explain himself. "I couldn't have my phone on for it and I was working through...past shit."
A death that impacted him far more than anything, the family of that person still trying to reach out after all these years, a trauma that he's carried on his shoulders, so much so he tried to smother the feelings of pain and grief with drugs.
"Past shit that was my fault...that brought me to this point." A pathetic, coke-addicted bat hybrid in a program for reformed villains. "It's...hard to explain...and I'm sorry I hurt you."
@plasticsouled asked: 👉 // Phen gives a tiny, tentative boop -- he was told to do this by someone else on the team
👉 to boop the snoot or 😚 to smooch the snoot // accepting
The break room was quiet, devoid of people for once when Victor slunk his way inside to snatch a quick snack before he was sent out on another dispatch. He was given his time to rest, thankfully, and had a free selection of where he could sit, which he quickly took advantage and dropped onto the couch, popping his feet up on the coffee table and buckling down to get comfortable.
If only a poke to his nose didn't interrupt that nice, quiet moment Victor was having.
When he turns his slightly irritated gaze in the direction of where the tap came from, he finds Phenomaman standing their in all his glory, cape billowing as he hovers in place, almost like he had an intern who followed him around with a fan to make it look like his cape was always flowing and regal.
Victor arches a brow in Phen's direction, who was looking between the pad of his finger and the tip of the hybrid's nose where he just touched.
"I was told to do this by the Flame Babe." Phenomaman informs him like he was talking about the goddamn weather. Victor can't really bring himself to be confused; of course Flambae would be behind this. Dude was always laughing about the alien's bluntness. "I did not realize just how soft your snout is though."
Victor spots the moment Phen's face sets into a firm line, deciding something without input.
"Phen, it's considered rude to not ask-" But his words are cut off when the alien leans forward again, brushing his thumb along the hybrid's nose once more, a mere touch of his finger that has Victor wrinkling his snout. Especially considering that Phen doesn't just go for the brief touch this time; he's full-on just petting his nose.
Victor sighs, let's him go for a minute or two before waving him off like she's shooing away a fly. "Okay, okay, big guy. That's enough of that." The man listens, though with the curious tilt of his head, Victor is pretty certain that he doesn't know why he's being shooed off.
"Ask next time, that's all."
The alien nods. "Ah, I see." He falls quiet, which allows Victor to lean back in his seat, given enough time to get comfortable before, "May I touch your snout again?" Jesus fucking christ.
HABITS HABITS HABITS . bold italic - well-known + known for . bold - often. italics - sometimes. strike - will never .
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing in spanish | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders
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i'm still hyperfixating about these two comics and while i think it may fit a bit with (my) victor's cut verse, i have a slightly more amusing of an idea!
despite coupe being the one who was cut, maybe shroud still finds that he needs the mega bat for some things involving his plans so he stages a kidnapping to capture victor and try to turn him against the team. but victor refuses to change sides (and into the mega bat) and do as shroud wants so he gets the shit beaten out of him. all the while, robert and the rest of the team are trying to track down where victor was stolen and hidden away.
ofc they do eventually find him but it's a long healing process for him since he's been injured greatly with broken bones and a collapsed lung and EVEN MORE so he's gotta take a long break from hero work while also having to be watched in the off-chance shroud tries to come back for him.
THINK OF THE ANGST OPPORTUNITIES!!!!!
@plasticsouled asked: 👉😚 // Carl booping and THEN kissing the snoot
👉 to boop the snoot or 😚 to smooch the snoot // accepting
Victor hadn't even been part of the fight this time and he somehow still ended up covered in blood.
He'd been on a long march to pick up a new insect, a new little friend to add to his collection, and along the way, he did a pitstop at the small little floral shop that worked as both a meetup for the purchase of his little insect friend, and the cover for the man he wanted to see.
Just outside the building, however, the kerfuffle happened. Victor remembers a controlled kaiju, Golem freeing it from the collar that was controlling it, and the man who done it getting the snot beaten out of him.
The damage he took came from debris hitting him
Upon stepping inside, shaking off his jacket of excess blood and dirt before doing so, it's impressive how quickly that his unkempt attire caught the large man's attention. Carl's gaze rose from an arrangement he was working on, and Victor was quite surprised to see the way his eyebrows shot up in alarm at the sight of him.
He crosses through the back counter and quickly makes his way over, large hands taking hold of his shoulders to squint at his bloody face, curiously worried. A strange sort of look to be on his face...
One of Carl's thick fingers presses against his nose, lingering for a touch too long, before it smears off some of the blood that's dripped down from the crown of his forehead. Victor's eyes narrow a tad as the man lifts his hand up to his mouth and licks it off.
"This blood is yours..." He speaks and the rough growl in it has a hint of danger leaking at the tone.
"Just got hit in the head with debris. There was a kaiju rampaging a block or so down." Victor glances about the little shop to check and see if his guy was here yet, but there appeared to be no sign of him just yet. Guess he'll have to linger a bit while waiting for his new insect.
Carl's face twists a bit in indignation, like he can't believe that's all it took to make Victor bloody. The hybrid is pretty sure of what's already running through his mind.
Humans are so weak and prone to accidents.
One large hand cups at his jaw, tilting his head up a smidge to survey his bloody snout, staring at it with a squinted gaze. Victor makes a grumbly noise as his chapped ass lips press to his nose, a flick of a tongue against his snout getting another noise.
"C'mon man, it ain't that bad." Victor huffs, swatting idly at the man's hand on his chin. He doesn't let go, not immediately, but he does retract. "I'm gonna get some paper towels. Keep an eye out for my bug seller please."
amazing how much of a massive blood kink victor has. quite impressive. how even just a taste of blood can really get him going and invested. fascinating.
icb i lied. victor is not ONLY repping a bi-colored tie this whole month but he's repping ALL the pride ties he owns.
His original plan, once stepping through the front doors of SDN, was to speedwalk right by Robert's desk to get to his own, clock in, and then join the rest of his team out in the city, if only to postpone the talk he knew was coming for a little while longer, at least enough for him to get his thoughts together.
And he would have managed that plan splendidly, if Beef hadn't spotted him from his place on Robert's lap.
Victor was pretty sure there wasn't enough space in Beef's head for brains, what with all the love he's already got stored in there, so he can't really blame him when he lets out one of his rare barks, a squeaky little thing that sounds weird coming from his snout. His tail is already going, smacking dully against Robert with every wag and he probably would have attempted to jump down if the dispatcher hadn't stopped him.
Robert turns in his chair to see who Beef is making noises at, and their eyes meet. Shit, this is really not what Victor wanted upon getting back, but there's nothing he can do against Lady Luck, especially when she gets a sick kick out of spitting in his face.
He offers a lopsided, nervous grin at his boss. It's all he has going for him right now, no other excuses.
"Sup." How fucking lame is that? He pretty much disappears for a day and the first thing he says when showing his face again is sup? Nah, nah, nah. Robert deserved better than that. He was probably worried too (at least, Victor assumed as such).
A hand raises to rub at the back of his neck, awkward. "Is there...any way I can just put this conversation off until later or no...?" Might as well try.
@yoursdndispatcher
He'd gotten back to SDN around lunchtime.
A quick survey of the area proved that the Team wasn't back yet, or that they were going out as a unit for lunch today, which gave Victor ample time to stroll on through the front door, clock-in, and then settle heavily into a chair in the break room with a long, deep sigh.
It'd been a hellish time, but it's been done. It had to be done. It needed to be.
He scrubs a hand down his face, ransacking his brain with how he was going to explain his absence to everyone. Victor probably should have told them himself that he was going to take the workday off, but he didn't. He knew himself too well, would have ended up talking his way out of it, and then all these heavy feelings would continue to persist for who knows how long.
Despite going through with it, Victor wasn't sure he was fully ready. When you've lived a large chunk of your life, smothering it all under that thin veneer of being high as a fucking kite.
He'll think of something to tell them, something that'll sake their curiosity just enough that he didn't have to go too in-depth with it. Not until he's able to get his thoughts together and better himself at thinking every look aimed at him will just be fucking pity.
Victor's gaze raises just in time to make eye contact with Flambae.
Fur fluffs up instantly as he jumps in alarm, nearly falling out of the chair he's pushed himself into. How the sparkler was able to sneak up on him this time was unknown, he had been so quiet, and he's thankfully able to catch himself on the table before he and the chair went tumbling to the floor.
"Ohhh hey Bae!" Victor's voice sounds foreign in his own ears. He'd slapped on that fake persona so fast that he barely had time to make sure it fucking fit. Ohhh shit, he can already see Flambae's expression changing.
He looked pissed. Or relieved? Or both???
"Uh...y-you didn't go out with the others??"
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