scientifically inclined

r u b e n v i c t o r i a n o 

[ruvikcollection-blog]

[nikolaevna-annushka-deactivated]

[acrylicalchemy]

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.

Aristotle (via criminalconundrums)

[ireallylovepans]

[have-some-aesthetic-deactivated]

character aesthetic: Ruvik (The Evil Within)

↳ “I created this world. You cannot keep me in here.”

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[residente-vil]

[residente-vil]

[ofquinnisms-blog]

        "Dr. Arkham is the most capable doctor here.“         And so I don’t see why you cannot see him.         No. No Harleen, be kind to the man. This is good for b u s i n e s s. Forcing on her most genuinely plastic smile, the small blonde         nodded politely.          "Well alright, sir, then I’ll have you follow me to the female ward.”

[priimaryheiir]

      “ As proof I’ve made the right decision, Jeramiah has           never shown me the female ward.  He always took           me to wards, as did the doctors he typically           recommended I tour with. “

      He takes a moment to copy that plastic smile.

      “ After you, Doctor Quinzel. “

[ofquinnisms-blog]

       "My greatest apologies, sir, though I don’t quite think                    I understand what you’re asking for.“        Or at least she would pretend to not understand        if he had in mind what she was fearing he did.                Men. "If a simple tour of the building is all you require, I’m sure that                Jeremiah Arkham would be much better suited for such request.”

[priimaryheiir]

      “ He talks too much about why he wants more money.           I trust someone else to show me what needs more           donations, and areas of the hospital that aren’t           typically media friendly.  I don’t need to be coddled.           I want to see the building. “

      And he never liked touring with someone more than once.         With his preference for idle activities, he liked it better         when he didn’t interact with anyone on a repeated basis.         Exist as a construct, not as an actual person.

      The Idea of Ruben Victoriano was much better than the         actual man.

      “ I don’t want a simple tour. “

[priimaryheiir]

ofquinnisms

      “ You understand the position you’re in, correct,            Doctor Quinzel? “

      Perhaps that sounds more dire than he’d meant         to.  But he had just donated quite a bit to the         asylum, that usually meant he was allowed         a tour, and a souvenir.  He’d have to approach         the warden later about what he wanted to take         home.

      “ Just a tour of what my donations are funding. “

[amissxm]

► " Compliment me. "

priimaryheiir

“You seem like a real nice kid.” He’s not lying, he doesn’t think he’s capable of lying to the young man with eyes like a wolf, with teeth that appear sharpened, more elongated, as if he wishes to attach himself to the core of the universe, if only to draw strength from its space, knowledge from the depths of the soil, the trees, the skies.

“You seem like a real nice kid who is most likely, gonna change the world one day. I know shit about science, but you seem to have it all figured out.”

And that egotism, that megalomania he caught in brief flashes startled him, giving him pause in the nights when reprieve could not be found in sleep aids, in warm mugs of tea.

That hunger frightened him. He didn’t know why.

[priimaryheiir]

► "Not to be rude, but, is there any way that you could just lighten up?"

send my character a ► and a command. they must obey. 

      The teen squares his jaw an adjusts how he’s         standing before turning his attention back         to the other man and offering a full, rather         realistic smile.  It pulls at the scars and is        a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn’t let it         show for the few seconds that he’s grinning. 

      “ Of course, officer. “

[fallenisms]

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

[realfirecracker-archive]

    She shakes, visibly shakes with pent-up      rage. What she wouldn’t give to wrap her      fingers around his neck and squeeze.           “Listen, you little shit. The only reason      you’re being kept on this project is      because it’s too much of a mess to get      rid of you,” she growls low. “Jimenez      succeeded you in priority ages ago.      You’re here because he’s too damn      stubborn to let you rot in a cell like the      miserable scum that you are.”           She’d say more, but security bursts through      the door to form a physical barrier between      the furious, scowling Myra and Ruben,      armed with surgical equipment. If they hadn’t      come between them, Myra might have gone      on. It would not have been pretty.

[priimaryheiir]

      Ruben however continues despite the men         stepping into the room.  They mean nothing        to him, they wouldn’t touch him, more often        than not they would avoid being within arms        reach of the Victoriano male.  His breath is        even, his fingers tapping out a tune on the        pick as observant blue eyes drag over her        body.

      “ All of the information you’ve received from           him has been taken from me.  Even the           information you chose to wield against me           is worthless. “

       The anger at being hit has faded into some          twisted form of amusement at how little she          actually knew

[priimaryheiir]

person: that's mean

me: i'm mean

[ruvikology-deactivated20161123]

            “Yes I imagine you do,” there was nothing his money couldn’t buy.                 Spend to his heart’s content and none of it was off limits. He had                 everything he would ever want—need—And Gotham was under                 his thumb. Lesser men, bottom feeders, wanted to scrape that all                 from the surface then strike Victoriano GOLD and take it for them-                 selves. But Oswald, he wasn’t in it for the big money. That came                 easy. Dollar signs didn’t suade a more convoluted intention; The                 only aspect that made him remotely reliable amongst thieves.

“But, and with respect, a man of your prestige needs more than one lone butler. You need an army. Which I don’t doubt you could muster in a matter of days—However those men are powered on money. They will turn on you Mr. Victoriano. But me? You can rely on me to carry out what they can’t. You need somebody who can’t be bought. You’re an intelligent person. Don’t let your title disintegrate into the laughing stock of the town before your time.”

[priimaryheiir]

      “ The speeches are good. “

      He’s give him that, it was an easy thing to         admit to.  Grandiose words and movements         to draw attention away from flaws.  This man         claims to be impossible to buy, though, in the         end everyone, because the only person with         money to buy them back was rather infantile.

      Infantile and Naive.  A good little boy.

      Gotham would ruin that soon.  Bruce didn’t have         long. 

      Ruben lifts his chin once again, slender hands         twitching inside trouser pockets as he resists         the urge to just grab for and end the man here,         his anger at such a proposition is dying out         however.

      Maybe the ‘penguin’ would be useful.

      “ You want to attach yourself to the Victoriano           name.  To my work.  I want you to prove your           usefulness.  Impress me.  Kill everyone who           gave you information on me. “

[mslangermann]

This is the best decision he’s ever made. 

One step into the department and Joseph knows he belongs here. The hustle and bustle, the barked orders, the work that needs to be done, even the subtle scent of coffee hanging in the air draws him in. 

His parents always wanted him to be an engineer, but this… This is what he wants. 

Joseph has little time to linger before he’s ushered away by a senior officer: Officer Kitz, the man Joseph is meant to shadow under for the day. Kitz is an average man—average height, average build, average amount of hair—but something catches Joseph’s eye. A spark lingers in the officer’s gaze, a spark of a man who can only live life to the fullest. That alone is enough to gain Joseph’s respect. 

Kitz is beckoned away (’I’ll be right back. Stay right here,’ he had said) and Joseph takes the time to glance around the man’s desk. However, he barely has a few moments to observe before something else distracts his attention. The bandages are the first thing he sees, each plastered onto the man’s face, covering him wherever skin showed. Where the bandages had shifted, Joseph caught a glimpse of the marred tissue—burns. 

No one else seems to pay any attention to the visitor, so the teen takes it upon himself to address him. 

“Officer Kitz will be back soon if you wanted to wait,” he offers, making sure to keep his gaze fixed on the man’s eyes and not the disfigurement. “I’m, uh, not an officer. Not yet anyway.”

[priimaryheiir]

      The first thing that runs through his mind is a series         of questions, all relating to why the boy was here         if he wasn’t actually an officer, following that, he         wonders idly why he refereed to the young man         as a boy when they could barely be different in         ages.  Three or four years apart at most.

      That perfect skin made him seem so much younger...

      What an odd thing to think about.  He didn’t often         dwell on the thoughts of other peoples skin, really,         he was always more interested in the musculature         beneath it, in the brain and the path of consciousness.

      “ What do you think of Officer Kitz? “

      Trustworthy, determined, infallible?

            Can I buy him?  

      “ Seems like he left in time to not deal with me. “

      The act of portraying humor was uncomfortable, the         raise of a corner of his lips tugs at the taunt of his         scars, and the damage and the attempts of repair,         still, there he was trying to seem less intimidating,         the smile small and short lived but enough to be         noted. 

      “ A joke.  He probably didn’t notice like the rest. “