Victor Sangre β Diamondback
Age β 26
Pronouns β He // It
Sexuality β Aroace
Connections β @/matches-da-malone - βs my ma.. @/arkhams-knighted - kiddo. @/max-speeeeed - βm gonna just adopt this one.
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Victor Sangre β Diamondback
Age β 26
Pronouns β He // It
Sexuality β Aroace
Connections β @/matches-da-malone - βs my ma.. @/arkhams-knighted - kiddo. @/max-speeeeed - βm gonna just adopt this one.
dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go
Tumblr was a mistake. This is NOT a safe space.
GUYS WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THE VIGILANTES HAVE ACCOUNTS??? Lordddd end me now ππ
god forbid we be social πππππ
The villains have accounts too. Just so you know.
Yes. We do.
Eve Sussman:Β The Wolf in Tempelhof Airport, BerlinΒ Β (2005)Β Video Still
bored again bother my rp blogs lmao
a collection of my own writings β¦ sentence starters a warning for dark themes and profanity
β i was just a kid.Β β
β i want to be softβ¦ β
β you are immovable. β
β do you forgive yourself?Β β
βΒ can i stop fighting, now?Β β
βΒ you were different. you cared.Β β
β you never really cared, did you? β
βΒ i keep waiting for it to get easier.Β β
β iβd lay down my life to keep you safe.Β β
βΒ think iβm owed a happy dayβ¦ just one.Β β
β i shouldβve known better than to trust you. β
β who the hell gave you the right to hurt me? β
β you always made me believe that it was okay. β
β no oneβs ever smiled at me the way that you did. β
β i thought i had forgiven. i thought i had forgotten.Β β
β but, anger is damn well better than nothing, right? β
β maybe some people are just made to be shattered. β
β you gave. and you gave. expected nothing in return. β
β all the love Iβve ever knownβ¦ has never been gentle. β
β do i fear youβ¦? since when does a wolf fear its prey? β
β something inside you is broken. maybe it always was. β
β iβll never forget their faces. i still see them every night. β
β why do i find myself missing a life that never even was? β
β maybe itβs time to show them what a mistake theyβve made. β
β Β i didnβt know how far iβd fallen. i donβt know how i can escape. β
β and, sure, you can fool themβ¦ but, you canβt fool them forever. β
β i fucking hate it when you smile, because i know whatβs beneath it. β
β i found myself craving touch, aching to be held, if only for a moment. β
β iβll hold your heart as it deserves to be. Β iβll protect it to my final breath. β
β no, you were never meant for this, but that will not stop you from trying. β
β i guess i always knew it was too good to be true. shame on me for hoping.Β β
βΒ a fire still has a way of blazing ,still eats you alive, even if you arenβt looking.Β β
βΒ if thatβs what it takesβ¦ iβll let the beast inside win and claw my way through this.Β β
βΒ you thought you could keep them all fooled, but your silver tongue keeps slipping.Β β
βΒ you will have my forgiveness, time and time, again. always. ββ Β but, my trustβ¦?Β β
β i would do whatever it took to protect youβ¦ let my hands drip Β r e d Β to keep you safe. β
β oh, yeah, thereβs a lot of things i would love to say to youβ¦ β fuck you β comes to mind.Β β
β thereβs still so much of me thatβs pieces of you. and i can never seem to claw them all out. β
β how do i trust you wonβt bring the lighter, the gasoline and set my garden ablaze as they did?Β
β i was too young for these scars on my heart. i was too young for this blood on my hands.β
β we climbed all the way to the stars, but heaven knows we were doomed to fall from the start. β
β wounds donβt ever heal. you just notice them less. on good days, you forget they exist at all. β
β why the hell do i rearrange my world for youβ¦ when you pretend iβm not even a part of yours?β
β it took me long enough, but i think iβve finally figured it out. iβm the villain of this story after allβ¦ β
β the moment they touch you is the moment they should be falling to their knees, pleading for mercy. β
β they dropped the world on your shoulders and called you atlas. Β ββ- how long can you hold the weight? β
β i could live without you. i could fight without you. i could survive without you. but, that doesnβt mean i want toβ¦ β
β you were once among the strongest, appearing unbreakable, unshakableβ¦ oh, but, darling, even Romeβs walls crumbled. β
β Β i donβt know how to put it into words how much i need you, how much i love youβ¦ i just know i sleep better when youβre beside me. β
βΒ they molded you into a monster. sharpened your claws, your fangs. ripped out everything good and holy, made you howl until your throat burnedβ¦Β β
β you were so pure before they dragged you through the flamesβ¦ now, youβre all charred remains and shattered bones, choking on ashes and smoke, begging for the fire back. β
βΒ when i tell you that i love you, i am swearing that i will be here for you when you need me. i am saying that you are my entire world. i am saying that you are more precious to me than you could ever know.Β β
mirrored perspectives.
a compilation of action based ask prompts with two variants for different perspectives. there is a mix of romantic, platonic and antagonistic dynamics.
sender:
π sender brushes a kiss against receiverβs forehead
π‘οΈ sender stabs receiver from behind
π€ sender offers their hand to receiver after a fall
π©Έ sender wipes blood from receiverβs lip with their thumb
π‘οΈ sender steps in front of receiver to shield them
π₯ sender grabs receiverβs wrist to stop them from leaving
π sender adjusts receiverβs crown, hat or headpiece
π sender tucks a loose strand of hair behind receiverβs ear
βοΈ sender disarms receiver in a swift motion
π―οΈ sender lights a candle for receiver in the dark
π sender presses a sealed letter into receiverβs hand
π« sender places receiverβs hand over their heartbeat
βοΈ sender drapes a cloak over receiverβs shoulders
π sender locks the door with receiver inside
πͺΆ sender traces a mark or scar on receiverβs skin
π· sender offers receiver a drink from their own cup
ποΈ sender unties receiverβs restraints
π©Ά sender rests their head briefly against receiverβs shoulder
β‘ sender grabs receiver before they can fall
πͺ sender knocks receiverβs weapon from their grip
πΉ sender pins a flower to receiverβs clothing
π°οΈ sender pulls receiver back just in time
π§ sender drops to one knee before receiver
ποΈ sender presses a key into receiverβs palm
π©Ή sender bandages receiverβs wound with careful hands
receiver:
π receiver brushes a kiss against senderβs forehead
π‘οΈ receiver stabs sender from behind
π€ receiver offers their hand to sender after a fall
π©Έ receiver wipes blood from senderβs lip with their thumb
π‘οΈ receiver steps in front of sender to shield them
π₯ receiver grabs senderβs wrist to stop them from leaving
π receiver adjusts senderβs crown, hat or headpiece
π receiver tucks a loose strand of hair behind senderβs ear
βοΈ receiver disarms sender in a swift motion
π―οΈ receiver lights a candle for sender in the dark
π receiver presses a sealed letter into senderβs hand
π« receiver places senderβs hand over their heartbeat
βοΈ receiver drapes a cloak over senderβs shoulders
π receiver locks the door with sender inside
πͺΆ receiver traces a mark or scar on senderβs skin
π· receiver offers sender a drink from their own cup
ποΈ receiver unties senderβs restraints
π©Ά receiver rests their head briefly against senderβs shoulder
β‘ receiver grabs sender before they can fall
πͺ receiver knocks senderβs weapon from their grip
πΉ receiver pins a flower to senderβs clothing
π°οΈ receiver pulls sender back just in time
π§ receiver drops to one knee before sender
ποΈ receiver presses a key into senderβs palm
π©Ή receiver bandages senderβs wound with careful hands
Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate β Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. π)
AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint heβd been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what heβd had before, but heβd been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.
This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.
He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.
Itβs like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly.Β
So this is what it's like. He feelsβ great, really.
And Gothamβs nice, at this time of night. Maybe even prettyβ fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill.Β
The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave..Β
He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave.Β
But Arkham has aβ
He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.
Β Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly.Β
Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.
Jason?
Victor calls softly, knocking on the door. He could smell the weedβof course he could, it was strong. He couldnβt remember the last time he himself had smoked, but he knew the smell.
You in there?
"Huh?" He mutters, looking to the door. "Who s'it?"
Itβs Victor.
He says, relaxing a bit when he gets a reply.
Are you alright, kiddo?
"'m fine." Actually, he's better than fine. He feels.. almost peaceful in a way, if peaceful was euphoria and such a sense of warmth.
Okay.. can I come in?
"'lright." He shrugs, dazedly, walking over to open the door.
Hey, buddy.
Victor smiles, trying to pretend it didnβt stink of weed.
Uh.. whatcha you got there?
"Weed?" He shrugs, lazily.
Ah.. ok. Can I come in?
He repeats, tilting his head to the side.
"Sure." He nods, stepping back.
Victor steps in, glancing around.
βS pretty clean.
He notes.
"Yep. Why'd it be messy?" He asks, turning his head to the side.
I donβt know. You just seemed like a messy person.
"No... I don't like bein' messy." He says, stepping back to the window.
Me neither.
Victor agrees, leaning on the window sill next to Jason.
He's quiet, clearly more relaxed than he'd ever normally be around Victor. Jason's certainly in a better mood, too.
Whatβre you thinking about, kiddo?
He smiles. "Nothing much. Just.. how nice it is tonight."
Yeah.. it really is, isnβt it.
He sigh softly.
Quiet, too.
"Mhm. The city's like stars. Neon stars."
Mhm.
Victor tilts his head, looking at Jason.
"Why're you here..?" He asks, after a moment.
I was worried about you. Hadnβt heard from you in a while.
Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate β Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. π)
AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint heβd been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what heβd had before, but heβd been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.
This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.
He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.
Itβs like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly.Β
So this is what it's like. He feelsβ great, really.
And Gothamβs nice, at this time of night. Maybe even prettyβ fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill.Β
The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave..Β
He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave.Β
But Arkham has aβ
He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.
Β Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly.Β
Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.
Jason?
Victor calls softly, knocking on the door. He could smell the weedβof course he could, it was strong. He couldnβt remember the last time he himself had smoked, but he knew the smell.
You in there?
"Huh?" He mutters, looking to the door. "Who s'it?"
Itβs Victor.
He says, relaxing a bit when he gets a reply.
Are you alright, kiddo?
"'m fine." Actually, he's better than fine. He feels.. almost peaceful in a way, if peaceful was euphoria and such a sense of warmth.
Okay.. can I come in?
"'lright." He shrugs, dazedly, walking over to open the door.
Hey, buddy.
Victor smiles, trying to pretend it didnβt stink of weed.
Uh.. whatcha you got there?
"Weed?" He shrugs, lazily.
Ah.. ok. Can I come in?
He repeats, tilting his head to the side.
"Sure." He nods, stepping back.
Victor steps in, glancing around.
βS pretty clean.
He notes.
"Yep. Why'd it be messy?" He asks, turning his head to the side.
I donβt know. You just seemed like a messy person.
"No... I don't like bein' messy." He says, stepping back to the window.
Me neither.
Victor agrees, leaning on the window sill next to Jason.
He's quiet, clearly more relaxed than he'd ever normally be around Victor. Jason's certainly in a better mood, too.
Whatβre you thinking about, kiddo?
He smiles. "Nothing much. Just.. how nice it is tonight."
Yeah.. it really is, isnβt it.
He sigh softly.
Quiet, too.
"Mhm. The city's like stars. Neon stars."
Mhm.
Victor tilts his head, looking at Jason.
Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate β Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. π)
AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint heβd been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what heβd had before, but heβd been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.
This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.
He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.
Itβs like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly.Β
So this is what it's like. He feelsβ great, really.
And Gothamβs nice, at this time of night. Maybe even prettyβ fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill.Β
The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave..Β
He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave.Β
But Arkham has aβ
He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.
Β Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly.Β
Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.
Jason?
Victor calls softly, knocking on the door. He could smell the weedβof course he could, it was strong. He couldnβt remember the last time he himself had smoked, but he knew the smell.
You in there?
"Huh?" He mutters, looking to the door. "Who s'it?"
Itβs Victor.
He says, relaxing a bit when he gets a reply.
Are you alright, kiddo?
"'m fine." Actually, he's better than fine. He feels.. almost peaceful in a way, if peaceful was euphoria and such a sense of warmth.
Okay.. can I come in?
"'lright." He shrugs, dazedly, walking over to open the door.
Hey, buddy.
Victor smiles, trying to pretend it didnβt stink of weed.
Uh.. whatcha you got there?
"Weed?" He shrugs, lazily.
Ah.. ok. Can I come in?
He repeats, tilting his head to the side.
"Sure." He nods, stepping back.
Victor steps in, glancing around.
βS pretty clean.
He notes.
"Yep. Why'd it be messy?" He asks, turning his head to the side.
I donβt know. You just seemed like a messy person.
"No... I don't like bein' messy." He says, stepping back to the window.
Me neither.
Victor agrees, leaning on the window sill next to Jason.
He's quiet, clearly more relaxed than he'd ever normally be around Victor. Jason's certainly in a better mood, too.
Whatβre you thinking about, kiddo?
He smiles. "Nothing much. Just.. how nice it is tonight."
Yeah.. it really is, isnβt it.
He sigh softly.
Quiet, too.
Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate β Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. π)
AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint heβd been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what heβd had before, but heβd been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.
This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.
He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.
Itβs like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly.Β
So this is what it's like. He feelsβ great, really.
And Gothamβs nice, at this time of night. Maybe even prettyβ fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill.Β
The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave..Β
He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave.Β
But Arkham has aβ
He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.
Β Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly.Β
Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.
Jason?
Victor calls softly, knocking on the door. He could smell the weedβof course he could, it was strong. He couldnβt remember the last time he himself had smoked, but he knew the smell.
You in there?
"Huh?" He mutters, looking to the door. "Who s'it?"
Itβs Victor.
He says, relaxing a bit when he gets a reply.
Are you alright, kiddo?
"'m fine." Actually, he's better than fine. He feels.. almost peaceful in a way, if peaceful was euphoria and such a sense of warmth.
Okay.. can I come in?
"'lright." He shrugs, dazedly, walking over to open the door.
Hey, buddy.
Victor smiles, trying to pretend it didnβt stink of weed.
Uh.. whatcha you got there?
"Weed?" He shrugs, lazily.
Ah.. ok. Can I come in?
He repeats, tilting his head to the side.
"Sure." He nods, stepping back.
Victor steps in, glancing around.
βS pretty clean.
He notes.
"Yep. Why'd it be messy?" He asks, turning his head to the side.
I donβt know. You just seemed like a messy person.
"No... I don't like bein' messy." He says, stepping back to the window.
Me neither.
Victor agrees, leaning on the window sill next to Jason.
He's quiet, clearly more relaxed than he'd ever normally be around Victor. Jason's certainly in a better mood, too.
Whatβre you thinking about, kiddo?
Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate β Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. π)
AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint heβd been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what heβd had before, but heβd been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.
This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.
He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.
Itβs like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly.Β
So this is what it's like. He feelsβ great, really.
And Gothamβs nice, at this time of night. Maybe even prettyβ fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill.Β
The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave..Β
He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave.Β
But Arkham has aβ
He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.
Β Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly.Β
Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.
Jason?
Victor calls softly, knocking on the door. He could smell the weedβof course he could, it was strong. He couldnβt remember the last time he himself had smoked, but he knew the smell.
You in there?
"Huh?" He mutters, looking to the door. "Who s'it?"
Itβs Victor.
He says, relaxing a bit when he gets a reply.
Are you alright, kiddo?
"'m fine." Actually, he's better than fine. He feels.. almost peaceful in a way, if peaceful was euphoria and such a sense of warmth.
Okay.. can I come in?
"'lright." He shrugs, dazedly, walking over to open the door.
Hey, buddy.
Victor smiles, trying to pretend it didnβt stink of weed.
Uh.. whatcha you got there?
"Weed?" He shrugs, lazily.
Ah.. ok. Can I come in?
He repeats, tilting his head to the side.
"Sure." He nods, stepping back.
Victor steps in, glancing around.
βS pretty clean.
He notes.
"Yep. Why'd it be messy?" He asks, turning his head to the side.
I donβt know. You just seemed like a messy person.
"No... I don't like bein' messy." He says, stepping back to the window.
Me neither.
Victor agrees, leaning on the window sill next to Jason.
Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate β Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. π)
AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint heβd been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what heβd had before, but heβd been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.
This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.
He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.
Itβs like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly.Β
So this is what it's like. He feelsβ great, really.
And Gothamβs nice, at this time of night. Maybe even prettyβ fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill.Β
The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave..Β
He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave.Β
But Arkham has aβ
He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.
Β Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly.Β
Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.
Jason?
Victor calls softly, knocking on the door. He could smell the weedβof course he could, it was strong. He couldnβt remember the last time he himself had smoked, but he knew the smell.
You in there?
"Huh?" He mutters, looking to the door. "Who s'it?"
Itβs Victor.
He says, relaxing a bit when he gets a reply.
Are you alright, kiddo?
"'m fine." Actually, he's better than fine. He feels.. almost peaceful in a way, if peaceful was euphoria and such a sense of warmth.
Okay.. can I come in?
"'lright." He shrugs, dazedly, walking over to open the door.
Hey, buddy.
Victor smiles, trying to pretend it didnβt stink of weed.
Uh.. whatcha you got there?
"Weed?" He shrugs, lazily.
Ah.. ok. Can I come in?
He repeats, tilting his head to the side.
"Sure." He nods, stepping back.
Victor steps in, glancing around.
βS pretty clean.
He notes.
"Yep. Why'd it be messy?" He asks, turning his head to the side.
I donβt know. You just seemed like a messy person.
Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate β Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. π)
AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint heβd been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what heβd had before, but heβd been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.
This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.
He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.
Itβs like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly.Β
So this is what it's like. He feelsβ great, really.
And Gothamβs nice, at this time of night. Maybe even prettyβ fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill.Β
The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave..Β
He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave.Β
But Arkham has aβ
He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.
Β Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly.Β
Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.
Jason?
Victor calls softly, knocking on the door. He could smell the weedβof course he could, it was strong. He couldnβt remember the last time he himself had smoked, but he knew the smell.
You in there?
"Huh?" He mutters, looking to the door. "Who s'it?"
Itβs Victor.
He says, relaxing a bit when he gets a reply.
Are you alright, kiddo?
"'m fine." Actually, he's better than fine. He feels.. almost peaceful in a way, if peaceful was euphoria and such a sense of warmth.
Okay.. can I come in?
"'lright." He shrugs, dazedly, walking over to open the door.
Hey, buddy.
Victor smiles, trying to pretend it didnβt stink of weed.
Uh.. whatcha you got there?
"Weed?" He shrugs, lazily.
Ah.. ok. Can I come in?
He repeats, tilting his head to the side.
"Sure." He nods, stepping back.
Victor steps in, glancing around.
βS pretty clean.
He notes.
Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate β Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. π)
AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint heβd been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what heβd had before, but heβd been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.
This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.
He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.
Itβs like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly.Β
So this is what it's like. He feelsβ great, really.
And Gothamβs nice, at this time of night. Maybe even prettyβ fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill.Β
The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave..Β
He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave.Β
But Arkham has aβ
He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.
Β Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly.Β
Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.
Jason?
Victor calls softly, knocking on the door. He could smell the weedβof course he could, it was strong. He couldnβt remember the last time he himself had smoked, but he knew the smell.
You in there?
"Huh?" He mutters, looking to the door. "Who s'it?"
Itβs Victor.
He says, relaxing a bit when he gets a reply.
Are you alright, kiddo?
"'m fine." Actually, he's better than fine. He feels.. almost peaceful in a way, if peaceful was euphoria and such a sense of warmth.
Okay.. can I come in?
"'lright." He shrugs, dazedly, walking over to open the door.
Hey, buddy.
Victor smiles, trying to pretend it didnβt stink of weed.
Uh.. whatcha you got there?
"Weed?" He shrugs, lazily.
Ah.. ok. Can I come in?
He repeats, tilting his head to the side.
Open RP Starter! Anyone feel free to interact, TW for cannabis/weed smoking! (Also. If this is inaccurate β Mun has never been on weed or high, so.. π)
AK leaned out the window, taking a few puffs of the joint heβd been given. It wasn't.. the weed was strong. Not all that similar to what heβd had before, but heβd been staying away from anything he could after Arkham.
This is weird, he thinks. It's strange. Dark outside in the old, near-constantly empty street his apartment looks down on. It's not like anyone else is in the building when he owns the whole thing.
He takes another puff, breathing deeply. The high is already starting to hit him, quick and light.
Itβs like buzzing, almost. Coming over him in waves. At first he can't recognize the feeling. AK shakes his head, blinking slowly.Β
So this is what it's like. He feelsβ great, really.
And Gothamβs nice, at this time of night. Maybe even prettyβ fuck, of course it's pretty. Lovely, compared to that basement. Basement? He frowns, running a free hand over the windowsill.Β
The manor has a basement. And that's.. just the Batcave..Β
He smirks. That's funny, no basement. Batcave.Β
But Arkham has aβ
He stifles the thought with another puff, staring into the street.
Β Is he floating? It almost feels like it, high up in the air. He smiles, warmly, relaxedly.Β
Maybe he was missing out on this. This high, too scared of.. whatever. He's not scared, now.
Jason?
Victor calls softly, knocking on the door. He could smell the weedβof course he could, it was strong. He couldnβt remember the last time he himself had smoked, but he knew the smell.
You in there?
"Huh?" He mutters, looking to the door. "Who s'it?"
Itβs Victor.
He says, relaxing a bit when he gets a reply.
Are you alright, kiddo?
"'m fine." Actually, he's better than fine. He feels.. almost peaceful in a way, if peaceful was euphoria and such a sense of warmth.
Okay.. can I come in?
"'lright." He shrugs, dazedly, walking over to open the door.
Hey, buddy.
Victor smiles, trying to pretend it didnβt stink of weed.
Uh.. whatcha you got there?