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Undetermined Hiatus
|| Shit happened and I can’t be on here. Contact info is in the tags if you’re gonna miss me.
Undetermined Hiatus
|| Shit happened and I can’t be on here. Contact info is in the tags if you’re gonna miss me.
Undetermined Hiatus
|| Shit happened and I can’t be on here. Contact info is in the tags if you’re gonna miss me.
Undetermined Hiatus
|| Shit happened and I can’t be on here. Contact info is in the tags if you’re gonna miss me.
Victor Zsasz and Barbara 1x07
shctgunshine:
cont. | @tallymarkcd
He hummed happily as the hitman pulled him onto his lap, arms instantly wrapping around the other man as he rested against the younger male’s shoulder. “Mm, actually, I did. My day was actually very interesting, business is flourishing.” One hand slipped to the nape of Victor’s neck, fingers moving in small circles. He pulled away enough to get Victor’s face in his grasp, just to make him maintain eye contact for a moment before he starts peppering his face with tiny affectionate kisses. First on the top of his head, then down to where his eyebrows would be if he had any, a gentle one amongst his eyelid, cheekbone. Tip of his nose. The strawberry blond breaks contact and tilts his head to the side, ocean green eyes studying the other man. He’s never really put much effort into it before and he’s starting to feel the desire to kick himself for it; the boy’s always been so infatuated by him. “Do you want a shoulder rub?”
"Good. That's good to hear. Let me know if I can help you, okay?" Victor rubbed an innocent hand against Alfie's thigh, only stopping to give it a little squeeze. He squeezed his eyes shut, making a sound in his throat at all those kisses; It was one of the small things that could pull a genuine smile from Victor. In fact, Alfie seemed to be one of the only people around with that ability. "... That would be nice but don't feel as if you're obligated to do so." The staring had more of an opposite effect. He felt scrutinized. Under a microscope. He turned his eyes downward to avoid Alfie's gaze as much as he could, unable to help himself from touching at where his eyebrows should have been. "Does it bother you?"
To provoke me is a horrible, horrible, mistake.
theirstories:
‘And none of them matter to us,’ the detective reassured him. Jim wasn’t sure if Victor would ever feel comfortable around other people, be it at a social event or the precinct, and for the most part, he tried not to push him. Tried his best to understand because that’s who he was; a patient man. He could wait. Taking a careful step closer, his hand reached out to settle on the former assassin’s hip, thumb brushing just underneath shirt hemline. ‘Forget I mentioned it. We can go to the next one, how’s that sound?’
"Don't lie to me, Detective. They matter to you. I know your job matters to you and I know you want to become commissioner one day. And you need to have them on your side in order to do that." Victor's hand placed down over Jim's before he smoothed up his arm hold onto his shoulder; At least the touch made him feel better. Jim had a steadying affect on him that he hadn't had since Falcone was around. "I'll go," he finally agreed, though there was still reluctance. "But only because you asked me to. You do a lot for me. I can endure."
theirstories:
‘You’re in the right place then. Pain’s a common occurrence around here.’ Or at least, it was for poor Puck. The dark bruises that littered his pale skin was further proof of this. Something told him it would be different for their latest inmate though; no one was going to be brave enough to fight a man with such a high kill count for his meals, right? Not even Weaver. ‘That’s an interesting career choice,’ he mused, wondering how one even fell into that line of work. The same line of work his grandfather had been involved in. His brows raised at those last few words, looking up from the other’s jagged scars to meet his gaze. ‘No one ever does.’
Victor took one look at Puck and he could tell that he was this floors punching bag; Which was upsetting for him. Nothing quite angered him like big guys pretending to be tough for ganging up on someone so much smaller than they were. "Who did those?" He asked, pointing to the swelled bruises that resembled finger marks on his arms. There was a small glance out towards the crowd, which caused a group of three who were clearly staring, suddenly get very interested in the cell walls. "Was is those guys? Was it the guy with the bad tribal tattoo on his face?" Zsasz pointed his thumb out towards them, unafraid if they knew he was talking about them.
lacksperk:
small, deft fingers pull back the crossbow and raise it toward the man, gaze unflinching and unmoving, “ you have till the count of three. one… TWO – “
– @tallymarkcd.
HEAD slowly cocked to the side, waiting until that SECOND number to reach out and snatch up the end of the arrow; Reeling it to the side, where he was out of his path. "Why wait?"
districtattorneydent:
( @tallymarkcd liked for young!Harv. )
❛ So I say we get this thing done as soon as possible, ❜ he said, cracking his knuckles & flipping open his science notebook. ❛ Projects are the worst, am I right? Oh, I’m Harvey, by the way. ❜ He extended a hand to his newly assigned LAB partner.
Eyes were wide and his mouth was parted just slightly as he stared at the stranger now beside him; He knew a bit about Harvey Dent, of course, having gone to school with him. But they'd never spoken before. "Yeah," he finally replied after an odd amount of time. "I'm Victor." He offered an ungenuine seeming smile, clapping their hands together for a firm shake. "It's nice to meet you, Harvey."
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|| I AM MOVING!! Which means I am going to be very busy working, packing and actually moving everything and unpacking. My activity will probably be strictly nights for a while and even then, I might be too tired to reply to anything too long.
Then I’ll have to wait to get wifi.
My sk y pe and k!k will be in the tags if you want to chat there!
Goodbye, Azrael. #Gotham
princessofgotham:
“How long until I can get these things taken out, Vic?” Holly asked, trying to prepare herself for the pain that would come soon. She looked on as if a bloody knife were about to be plunged into her chest and shook her head. “I make no promises.” she said, staring more at the needle than Victor. “No,” she snapped. “but go ahead.”
"I don't know. A week, maybe? I'll just keep an eye on them." Victor clicked on the roof light of his car and adjusted his seating so he had the best angle. "Just relax, and try not to flinch." Resting a finger on either side of the wound, he held the separated planes of skin and muscle together before slowly pressing the needle inside; And he wasn't shallow about it. He made sure he had at least a half inch of flesh before curving the needle to connect with the other side of the gash.
brilliantandlazy:
tallymarkcd hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “When my muse has to talk to Victor Zsasz”
Just a little bullet to the leg
“Not interested.”