City of Vicious

My days in Night Cit

[krispytin]

based off of this post

(edit: had to repost since text was hard to read)

[viciouscity]

ily vik :) 

[tekstelart]

“I love you”, he whispered, breath tickling her lips. Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest and all she could muster was a smile as she leaned up to capture his lips with her own. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not the noise and crowds of the city outside his clinic, nor the injuries she was still recovering from. Everything she wanted, needed, was here. This felt like home, he felt like home, and she finally arrived.

[fish-in-the-aqua]

My choomba noticed Vik’s laces aren’t tied and I-

[krispytin]

based on the tags from my previous drawing

Extra:

[tekstelart]

Exhausting day

[sidver]

Save me from the villains of circumstance Before I lose my place

[krispytin]

based off of this post

(edit: had to repost since text was hard to read)

[rs-pystick]

still can’t get over him…

[rs-pystick]

Save me.

[viktorappreciation]

[fanhanlon]

ok you can’t deny whoever wrote Vik’s bio is also a little bit in love with him: 

In Vicktor [sic], V has hit the ripperdoc jackpot. Viktor is sharp as a tack and tough as nails – he boxed as a kid and still shows signs of a boxer’s physique rippling beneath his blood-and-motor-oil-stained scrubs. He’s a master of his trade and an artist with the scalpel, or more precisely, with the finely-tuned surgical exoglove he insists does the job a thousand times better than any cyberhand. Most importantly, he’s kind and caring to those - like V - he takes under his wing. He’s a mentor of sorts to V, and each time V passes through Misty’s esoterica shop into his clinic, it feels like she’s entering a refuge, a chance to rest up and get some solid advice before heading back out into the wild.

[viciouscity]

Me olhou assim uma vez e eu já me derreti. Por favor alguém me ajude com esse homem!