meaning/less

birds of prey based victor zsasz / by portia

[sicaatrix]

shotbled replied to your photoset “munday funday. all dolled up to sit on the balcony and pout.”

my wife!!!!!

why are you so sweet!! ily

[sicaatrix]

munday funday. all dolled up to sit on the balcony and pout.

[sicaatrix]

i need to do asks. i need to do asks.  i need to do asks. i need to do asks.  i need to do asks. i need to do asks.  i need to do asks. i need to do asks.  i need to do asks. i need to do asks.  i need to do asks. i need to do asks.  i need to do asks. i need to do a--

[sicaatrix]

i think my favorite juxtaposition within victor’s character is the refinement he lives in--and is perfectly aware of!--versus his (mostly from age 26-onward) bucking convention and not giving a damn about any of it.

he was born to rich parents, raised with fairly usual, even good, manners. he’s an intelligent man, was a near-model student (a few fights in his teen years, a rude/entitled streak, sure, but no major performance issues). he’s educated, a deep-thinker, knows all the rules of the wealthy circles he grew up surrounded by, all the names he ought to. 

his family were always criminals, he would’ve always grown up to kill people--and he had killed people at his father’s and boss’s behests before his family died, but it was no different than the actions of likely hundreds of people in the gotham criminal world.

and then with one tragic event he spiraled. when he asked himself “what really matters? what’s the point of this stuff?” the answer came back: nothing. there was no constant but death, all things worked for came to nought, the only end to suffering was an end to life. and with that realization, he managed to stop giving a fuck about just about everything.

now, not only does he not care about being polite, making people comfortable--he revels in being unusual, in making them squirm, in getting away with behaving however the fuck he wants. he knows, at any given time, exactly what he’s doing, he’s analyzed himself to the end of his rope--and he doesn’t care. 

perhaps the only person he makes an exception for is roman, whom he wants to shield from the pain of living, rather than release him from it. he’s not sure what it is about roman that makes him different, or why he sees him in color and everyone else in black and white, but he does.

[zsaszattack]

I come with 𝕜 𝕟 𝕚 𝕧 𝕖 𝕤  and  𝕒 𝕘 𝕠 𝕟 𝕪

[sicaatrix]

“descartes had it wrong, doctor. not ‘i think, therefore i am,’ but ‘i think, therefore i am.’ do you see?” - victor zsasz, shadow of the bat #1

[sicaatrix]

i’m revisiting shadow of the bat and zsasz arguing descartes with j. arkham is such an obnoxious power move. i’m definitely keeping that pretentious/annoying streak.

[sicaatrix]

I will turn myself into a gun, because           it’s all I have,

because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this          bullet inside me

ind. priv. by portia

[sicaatrix]

@crimescupid sent: what the fuck is that? 

there’s a cover blown, not that the way he makes a living is much of a secret.. “relax, quinn. i’m not excited to see you.”a wide grin shows both of his gold teeth at the side of his jaw. the knife he pulls from his pocket’s smaller than his usual, not quite clean, still a little sticky at the base. “i ran a few errands on my way here. didn’t have time to wash up.” a shrug. “you know how it is.”

[neverisle]

Birds of Prey And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn

↳Victor Zsasz

[mrsionys-deactivated20210116]

THE STORE IS AS QUIET AS A MAUSOLEUM    ,        hushed except for roman’s occasional expletives of either frustration or amusement as gaze shuffles over various clothing displays .    most of the employs scampered off earlier ,    which is appreciated as their opinions and suggestions only ever seemed to get on his nerves .    TURNING AROUND ,    he holds up two costly suits towards victor ,    features furrowing as he balances the hangers atop gloved fingers ,     ❝     cream or teal ?    which one do you like better ?     ❞     head tilts in inquiry but his gaze shifts quickly as another catches his eye .     ❝     or      —    ooh ,    or black ?     ❞

RE:  V . ZSASZ , @sicaatrix​​​​     .

[sicaatrix]

hand on chin, he eyes each of them, up and down like there’s a body filling them. in his mind’s eye, one of them turns his head a little faster than the others. “i like the teal.” he doesn’t flinch offering his opinion. he considers it a henchman’s perk, or a side effect of his own specific brand of crazy. shades of blue have long been his preference, but there’s an element of flattery to shopping with the boss he’s learned, a trick to really sell it. “can’t you see it pop under the club lights? that’d turn some heads.”

[movierpmemes]

GOODFELLAS (1990) feel free to change details and pronouns as you see fit. some nsfw and triggering material.

what the fuck is that?

maybe you got a flat.

he’s still alive.

as far back as i can remember, i always wanted to be a gangster.

it was there that i knew i belonged.

my father was always pissed off.

the way i saw it everybody takes a beating sometime.

that was the first time i had ever seen anyone shot.

i got to toughen this kid up.

you might know who we are, but we know who you are.

i’m not mad, i’’m proud of you.

never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.

go fuck your mother.

you’re really funny.

you’re a funny guy.

what the fuck is so funny about me?

get the fuck out of here, ___.

i almost had him.

when i leave my house in the morning i look over both shoulders.

fuck you, pay me.

i’m trying to bang this broad. help me out.

i couldn’t stand him.

you got some nerve standing me up.

i forgot. i thought it was next week.

i thought you would stand me up.

what happened? are you alright?

why don’t you go inside and get yourself together. clean up.

i swear on my mother, if you touch her again, you’re dead.

don’t shoot.

i got to admit the truth. it turned me on.

welcome to the family.

what kind of person doesn’t call?

leave him alone. he’s suffered enough.

why didn’t you call?

normal people don’t act like this.

give me a break. she’s drunk.

i don’t know if i could live like that.

god forbid, what would happen if you had to go to prison?

nobody goes to jail unless they want to.

come on, don’t worry so much, sweetie. come here.

you want some coffee?

i need money to go shopping.

let me shoot him in his fucking mouth.

i didn’t want to get blood on your floor.

i’ll make you something to eat.

tell me, where you been? i haven’t seen you.

you don’t eat much, you don’t talk much.

what do you like, the leg or the wing?

what happened to the car?

so he got shot in the foot. big fucking deal.

something’s going on.

i look in your face and i know you’re lying.

get out of my life. i can’t stand you.

that bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking head.

go fuck yourself, ___.

don’t take shit from nobody.

you got a problem with what i did?

don’t hang up on me. i want to talk to you.

wake up.

i’m crazy enough to kill both of you.

___, take it easy.

do you love her?

you know i love you, don’t you? you’re all i want, ___.

please, put the gun down.

what are you, fucking crazy?

i can’t stop people from visiting me.

in a month we’ll be fine.

we won’t need anybody.

you don’t have to go anywhere. make them wait.

go get yourself something nice.

it’s an occasion. have a drink.

i know something happened.

i wish you lots of luck.

he’s a good fella.

he’s gone. he’s gone.

i can’t fucking believe it.

there was nothing we could do about it.

the drugs are making your mind into mush.

i almost got into an accident on the way here.

everything’s gonna be all right in the morning.

you’re paranoid.

i need a hit.

don’t “yeah, yeah” me.

do you think you can come over, fuck me, then leave?

please stop feeding the dog from the table from the plate on top of it.

i got to go home and get my hat.

forget your hat.

only cops talk that way.

you don’t want to talk, don’t talk. i don’t give a fuck.

i’m clean.

you looked me in the eyes and lied to me.

you’re all i got.

i really, really need your help. i really do.

if we stay around here we’re dead.

i just got scared.

i ordered spaghetti with marinara sauce and i got egg noodles with ketchup.

i’m an average nobody.

i get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

[sicaatrix]

sorry for the absence, y’all. depression & migraines were kicking my ass

[nygmaa]

                                “what time is it?”

                                            “RIDDLE TIME.”

                        ind. private edward nygma / the riddler / mostly gotham based

                                                      promo cred: @haerleys 

[rafikecoyote]

Chris Messina as Victor Zsasz in Birds of Prey

[riddl3r]

❝ you’re wasting your time. ❞  @sicaatrix​

Dealing with idiots is always a very frustrating way to waste your time, but unfortunately, sometimes it is necessary. As is this, most likely. He has to be patients, he has to play the game. ❝ Am I? ❞ he asks in a bewildered tone, as if he is surprised to get such a response from him. He isn’t.  ❝ Why would you say that? I believe that your boss would be very interested in what I have to say.❞ He doesn’t know Victor Zsasz well enough to assess how much of an idiot he is, how gullible, but that’s what he is here to find out, isn’t it? ❝ I suppose you know him better than I do. ❞

[sicaatrix]

he rolls his neck back, lets the crackling sound distract him for a moment, from the desire grab him by the collar for that, to knock the wind out of him. he’s on business, he reminds himself. his own personal whims and irritations can wait, he can add a notch to his records on someone roman’s got a real problem with later. he takes a breath, a step forward, eyes fixed and unblinking on him. “depends.” he says, resting his hands in his pockets, a brow raised.

“spit out whatever the fuck you’re holding in, riddle-boy. i’ll decide if i think roman’ll give a shit.” he has no doubt that he will, but victor doesn’t want his cards on the table, not yet.

[sicaatrix]

ooooof. irl disappointing shit just gut-kicked me. i’m gonna try and write to blot it out, but like.

like this for some plotting over dm or discord??? thank