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weirder things have been seen these days. weirder than penelope park: classmate, arlo’s cousin, and her own future cousin by association walking a bunch of goats. yes, she has more information on the other girl than the typical teenage supernatural drama. because, penelope suddenly breaking up again with josie saltzman while simultaneously becoming a vampire was obviously a hot gossip around class. her background however is clean -- cleaner than arlo’s believe it or not. at least in spade’s eyes. ( it’s not like victoria has any clean background -- but her tracks are covered well enough ) she didn’t have many words to say to the other girl managing to walk around with five GOATS of all things.( crazy animals, she’d say. ) aside from the possible snarky comment. that was until CRAZY GOAT NUMBER 4 -- reached close enough in her direction to try and chew on her bag. “don’t.” she exhaled, pulling away the bag from its reach before he managed to get a bite. “this is GUCCI.” as if that would stop the goat. or as if she wouldn’t be able to buy six more of those in a second. she finally looks over at penelope. “making new friends, i see.” 

    in  her  defence,  she  didn’t  wake  up  today  with  any  intention  to  adopt  a  goat.  or  multiple  goats  for  that  matter.  but  lysander  had  called  and  asked  if  she  wanted  to  GOAT  BROWSING  and,  well,  how  could  she  say  no  to  that?  the  PROBLEM  arose  when  she  found  out  that  she  liked  goats.  and  that  having  them  as  domesticated  was  surprisingly  easy,  and  lysander  still  had  a  lot  of  money.  what  really  sealed  the  deal  was  the  vision  of  landon’s  reaction  when  he  came  home  to  not  one,  not  two,  but  five  goats.  (  five  was  never  part  of  the  initial  equation,  but  her  life  seemed  to  work  on  a  strictly  not  according  to  plan  basis  and  she’s  learning  not  to  fight  it.  )  the  only  downside  she’s  found  so  far  is  that  walking  five  goats  is  more  like  walking  five  distracted  dogs.  (  huh.  maybe  she’ll  ask  arlo  if  he  still  dog  walks.  )  

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          he’s  made  a  series  of  bad  decisions  that  led  him  here.  physically  and  existentially,  but  he’s  too  tired  to  put  much  thought  into it.  each  step  feels  a  little  more  like  he’s  traipsing  through  molasses,  more  and  more  effort  required  as  the  cold  sets  in.  “  something’s  better  than  nothing. ”  he  offers  when  she  hands  him  the  towel,  smiling  in  thanks  as  he  tries  to  at  least  wring  out  his  shirt  and  dry  his  hair.   it  feels  like  WASTED  EFFORT  but  if  he  froze  to  death  because  he  didn’t  at  least  try,  he’s  pretty  sure  he’d  never  live  that  one  down.   ha  ha.   LIVE  IT  DOWN.    “  the  radio  was  saying  they  have  no  idea  how  long  it’s  supposed  to  last.  so  that’s   G R E A T.  ”   he’d  try  to  look  on  the  bright  side  but  he’s  not  sure  there  is  one.   the  snow  had  been  fun  at  first  —  throwing  snowballs,  catching  icicles  on  his  tongue,  building  a  snow  fort  —  but  there’s  nothing  fun  about  snowmageddon.    “  i’ve  seen  enough  greys  anatomy  episodes  to  know  that  people  stuck  at  the  hospital  sometimes  ends  up  worse  off  than  the  people  trapped  outside. ” 

once the towel is out of her grasp, she quickly shoves them back in the depths of her coat. she won’t peg it on a possible paranoia that it’s colder than a few seconds ago. logical thinking says it’s a possibility it was caused by the fact arlo just opened the doors and the COLD BREEZE came in. logical thinking also says the possibility its getting colder inside also comes from whatever magical apocalypse is going on at the moment. ( yes, she still remembers the sky falling, and the fact she would’ve had glass for dinner if it hadn’t been for jaime. )  “it’s not like SNOW is supposed to be a thing here, anyway. i’m sure you would know this isn’t exactly GLOBAL WARMING.” arlo’s comment earned him a roll of her eyes, but somewhere in there also an amused scoff. “it’s sad that you know that.” yes, she’s judging him. HARD. then again, it’s not like victoria is avid on tv shows. she watches as arlo attempts to dry off and warm himself, can’t help to continue thinking he’s too NAIVE ( if she wants to be kind on her choice of words ) for all of this. “you know you could’ve just called SOMEONE to drive you anywhere you want, right?” she says after a moment, yes, she means spades’ chauffers. her own. victoria won’t spell it out for him -- but arlo should know better than to use certain pros to advantage. even his mom, by the sounds of it, seemed to get the idea. “unless getting hypothermia was your evil plan all along.” 

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“some people just DYE their hair a different color, you know?” it’s mildly a joke -- eliza’s business is her own, and its not like victoria has been the best of friends in a while. funny how things changed, situations, circumstances, FACES.  there are several reasons why she thinks she’s making the best choices -- or lack of them. she’s aware that one slight movement in the dynamic of their group and the ripple reaches everyone. it’s only a matter of seeing how or when. she watches as the wine is poured, she never says no that either. “the CEO looks suits you.” it wasn’t a lie, though this face didn’t necessarily scream early twenties anymore. she hears a scratching somewhere. HOPES its not another baby raccoon that her friend will decide to adopt. it stops. victoria makes a mental note for later. “--what pushed the change?” 

             so perhaps in hindsight, she was far too  U N T R O U B L E D  for a person who’d had to ditch one body for another ( not to mention a body she was conned into ). in the end, it all came down to power; this was useful…even if mildly disgusting — A MASSIVE EW on the scale of nice clean horseman to nasty horseman of infection but she’d let bigons be bigons. something about being able to make someone die a slow painful death, from some plague that hadn’t been around for centuries, really fed her the bread she needed. “ oh,  don’t look at me like that, ” she holds up a nice bottle of wine ( not typically her go-to but for a special occasion, why the fuck not ). “ ya’ know, I ain’t one for turning down a celebration and given the free facelift — why not. ”

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victoria wasn’t exactly the POSTER CHILD of healthy relationships. in fact, she’d found herself to suffocate and drown everyone and anyone that came near her in one way or another. some faster than others, but eventually, they all ended up there. that was one of the reasons why she had slowly stayed back, pulling away from their friends. maybe that would be the only way to keep them safe. however, there was one that was involved and tangled in ways she wouldn’t even be able to stop. ( she wouldn’t exactly call this one her fault. ) yes, she rarely was in her best behaviour when it came to jaime. it didn’t exactly mean she WANTED HIM DEAD. or whatever issue had occurred that made him go MIA again. she knew there was an order, she knew who made it, and who went to carry out the job. it was absolutely difficult to find out what happened after, no one knew. even harder when she brought it upon herself to figure it out without all of it getting back to spades. ( she’d learnerd from a young age that a lot of things were possible with the right words, price, or timing. ) which brought her to the doorstep of some mr. lennox. a guy with a too clean background it was shady enough already. oh, james. the moment their eyes meet there is a relief -- and a dash of guilt. a beat goes by, and she finally rips the band-aid, because victoria is rarely one to beat around the bush. “can’t say i could find a card that says ‘sorry my father killed you’” @byacatalepsy​ 

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a human and a -- NOT A WITCH walk out of a magical centered class as PARTNERS.  that sounds like a mess waiting to happen, or the very least a failed assignment. not only do they not see eye to eye with each other half of the time, but they’re also both USELESS.  sure, victoria can buy herself out of this one. there’s always a witch around that with the right words or price would do anything for her. doesn’t mean she’s not DRILLING this situation in. “i told you to change partners. to-- i don’t know. A WITCH.” granted, she’s supposed to be one, and has gone long enough with the act to not get caught. yes, she knows the THEORY-- but there’s nothing she can do about the practice when there isn’t a single magical bone in her body. and as far as she’s checked, nico can’t do spells either.  she’d be half-amused, if she weren't so... bored and annoyed at whatever thought process he came up with. “what did you think would happen?”  @ofmoldings​

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           if  there’s  a  god  out  there  —  and  the  jury’s  out  on  that  one,  as  far  as  arlo’s  concerned  —  they’re  probably  getting  a  kick  out  of  this  one.  for  lack  of  a  better  way  of  looking  at  things,  he  can’t  escape  her.    he  sees  her  at  school,  gets  updates  on  wedding  planning  and  suggestions  from  his  mother  at  dinner,  and  now  gets  stranded  in  a  hospital  during  a  literal  snowmageddon.   he  thinks  he’d  be  laughing  at  the  irony  if  he  didn’t  want  to  not  give  them  the  satisfaction.   oddly  enough,  it  helps  that  she  seems  equally  as  unimpressed  as  he  is.   AT  LEAST  THEY’RE  ON  THE  SAME  PAGE.  OR  AT  LEAST,  THE  SAME  BOOK.   “  i  guess  we  both  do. ”   he  throws  up  a  peace  sign,  stumbling  inside  when  the  doors  slide  open.   it’s  a  bit  warmer  inside,  thank  god,  but  he  can  still  feel  numbness  in  his  fingers  when  he  opens  and  closes  his  hands  into  fists.   it  doesn’t  feel  like  a  good  sign.   “  sucks  to  suck. ”   such  is  their  lives  these  days,  it  seems.   he  can  only  hope  that  things  might  start  to  look  up  …  though  he’s  not  holding  his  breath.  

it’s not his fault, she knows this. he only got stuck in a situation of WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME. except this one was more like wrong family -- though ironically so, the right one. victoria didn’t actually believe in fate or luck. she believed in opportunities and actions. in being smart enough to know when to call the right shots and watch it evolve right before her own eyes before deciding when to take the next steps.  ( it was harder to call any shots lately, even harder to see if something was steering in the right direction when she wasn’t moving anymore. ) even if some coincidences were just too obvious. victoria merely rolls her eyes and moves away from him, except she doesn’t leave him on his own. instead, she pulls a towel from one of the racks. “i’d offer something warmer -- “ she starts, going back and extending it in his direction. “but everyone took the blankets away as if someone had just screamed FREE FOOD at a buffet. so this is the best you get around here.”   

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funny. admittedly, henrik was less surprised by this than he should be. it wasn’t having a lack of faith in victoria it was more like KNOWING her. knowing better. “there’s a first time for everything?” try and remain hopeful, he did. it was his schtick. if you gave up hope what else was there to hold onto? a sigh released from his lips. “i can’t spend my time trying to convince you so, could you at least wait in the lobby with the others so you’re not in the way while we’re gathering all we could?”

“i’d love to, but it’s colder in there. you wouldn’t want me freezing to death, would you?” yes, she didn’t think she’d die in some hospital just because there was a snowstorm outside. ( though looking back at any wild situation that happened in this city the likelihood was still there.) HOWEVER, it seemed to be even colder than just a minute ago. she stuffed her hands further into her coat, leaning back against the nearest wall. “i’m not stopping your little boyscout camp, am i?” 

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REPOST AND BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO.   ( italics for what they could do, but have never attempted to. )

swim   /   scubadive   /   read and write   /   do calligraphy   /   ride a bike   /   ride a unicycle   /   ride a motorcycle   /   drive   /   draw   /   sing   /   play an instrument   /   maintain a rhythm   /   converse in a language   /   converse in more than two languages   /   converse in more than four languages   /   do basic maths   /   do algebra   /   understand structural formulas   /   read a floorplan   /   assemble ikea  /   build a working piece of furniture  /   build a house   /   sew a button   /   customise clothes   /   make clothes   /   bind a book   /   use a vacuum   /   clean windows without leaving streaks   /   boil water   /   make pasta   /   remove the pit of an avocado   /   cut bell peppers   /   cook   /   bake   /   basic first aid   /   cpr   /   close a bullet wound   /   fire a gun   /   load a gun   /   shuffle a deck of cards   /   shuffle a deck of cards one-handed   /   play or read tarot   /   use matches   /   use a lighter   /   make a fire without either   /   code   /   start a computer   /   hack   /   steal a car without keys   /   pick a lock   /   kick down a door   /   throw a punch   /   put an opponent smaller than them into a chokehold   /   put an opponent larger than them into a chokehold   /   intentionally break a bone   /   make a cast   /   chop down a tree   /   put up a tent   /   make a knot   /   create a shelter without tools or brought materials   /   make a cocktail   /   cut a line of cocaine   /   change a diaper   /   recite a nursery rhyme from memory   /   recite an important religious code from memory   /   recite the table of elements from memory   /   recite all pokemon in the pokemon song from memory  /   recite a 10-digit code 24 hours later after only reading it once   /   tell a person’s zodiac sign   /   tell a person’s age   /   play football   /   play basketball   /   play another ball sport   /   iceskate   /   use an audio recording device   /   use a camera   /   tattoo   /   do a piercing.

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text; the gangbangers

maya: i don't have anything that screams grieving but make it fashion so try not to get hypothermia and die, losers.

victoria: i don't make promises. soz

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“aren’t you FUNNY?” there was mocking on her tone. should she be acting this way towards the school’s counselor? no. but only a few conversations here and there with him and it was pretty noticeable he was a walking trash can on fire. “tell me, do i look like the type of person to do CHARITY?” granted, throwing a couple grands here and there to several causes with her name branded on those cheques  would be considered charity, but there was always an ulterior motive. “pass.” 

“so what we’ve been doing— or, well, TRYING to do, is make sure we have all the supplies accounted for. keeping count of the number of beds, patients, people— trying to stay on top of things. which is my segway into asking if you want to help.” 

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‘STUPID. FUCKING. SNOW.’ she’d heard the driver slam his hands against the steering wheel as if that would somehow make it stop. thankfully, the hospital wasn’t such a bad place to be stranded. victoria wasn’t an optimist  -- but for starters, it was SO MUCH BETTER being here than being stuck with her parents. ( not like it would make a big difference, she knew they could roam around without seeing each other in a place that big, but it was the thought that counted. ) she would’ve LOVED to think she was surrounded by strangers -- joke was truly on her when after a moment not only did she notice dear ex-fiancé was there as well, but the NEW ONE came through the doors on vibrator mode.   “NO -- you might just have that MUCH shit luck.”  

           somehow  the  world  had  gone  from  winter  wonderland  to  snowpocalypse  in  a  matter  of  minutes. unfortunately  for  arlo,  who  still  couldn’t  control  his  orbing  despite  parker  tyrell’s  best  attempts  to  help  him,  that  meant  making  it  home  was  out  of  the  question.  with  visibility  near-impossible,  he  was  forced  to  park  his  car  on  the  side  of  the  road  and  check  his  phone  for  the  nearest  safe  shelter.  thankfully  the  hospital  was  only  a  mile  up  the  road  so  he  set  out  on  foot  to  ensure  he’d  make  it  in  one  piece.  by  the  time  he  arrived,  he  was  shivering  —  full  body  shakes  wracking  his  frame  as  he  knocked  on  the  doors  of  the  main  entrance.  “  please  tell  me  this  is  the  right  hospital  or  i  am  seriously  fucked. ”  of  all  the  ways  he  could  die,  hypothermia  was  definitely  not  at  the  top  of  the  list.  seriously,  how  lame  would  that  be  ? 

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Do you understand why you’re angry?

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she had clearly lied to him-- the only way out of this was DEATH. ( as proved by past events. ) whose? that’d be up to debate. victoria wasn’t sure which of the four names sounded less... undesirable. if either arlo or his father died, spades would simply find another replacement. while victoria knew that wouldn’t be an option for arlo, she was also acting on her own self-interests anyway-- she knew there could be WORSE people than arlo. if her own father died, she could easily do whatever she wanted. but that also meant EVERYTHING would fall on her. which only left the final piece... HER. food for thought. betrayal would also be an option, but it all circled back to square one. of course, she wouldn’t tell arlo that-- there was no point to it. still, she could let him TRY and taste the defeat for himself. days and weeks passed, if she were any kind of optimist, she would’ve even thought he had ACHIEVED it. 

the look on his face when she stepped outside school only to see him shake his head proved what she already knew. IT HAD BEEN POINTLESS. there was no sense of defeat or superiority at the moment. it was what it was. shoving her hands in her coat to avoid them from getting too cold, she walked all the way to him. “let me guess,” for someone who was just as caught up in this, there wasn’t any sign of disappointment in her voice. though she ALMOST felt bad for arlo and the rose-colored glasses he’d been looking through at the situation. “daddy said no.” looking to the side, she saw some classmate with their phone pointed in their direction. a clear sign that they should get moving. which she did, expecting him to follow. wherever that was heading over, she could already see some stupid headline about ‘villalobos heiress steps out with new beau weeks after broken off engagement,’ that one was most likely taken already. people loved scandals. “so what are you doing next?” 

                he’d  been  full  of  optimism,  truly  believing  that  they  could  find  a  way  out  of  the  predicament  they’d  currently  found  themselves  in.  even  when  victoria  had  laughed,  had  suggested  that  the  only  way  out  of  this  arranged  marriage  was  if  HIS  father  backed  down,  he’d  thought  they  stood  a  chance.  his  father  was  many  things  —  most  of  them  awful  —  but  there  was  one  thing  he’d  always  held  true  and  it  was  that  he  valued  HIS  SON  above  almost  everything  else.   (   not  his  family.   no,  arlo  knew  his  father  had  made  a  choice  and  it  had  been  POWER  over  family  but  he’d  ALWAYS  been  included  in  that  picture.   HIS  FATHER  WANTED  HIM  TO  BE  JUST  LIKE  HIM.   he  thought  that  meant  something.   he  was  wrong.   )

             he’s  waiting  for  victoria  outside  of  magic  school,  leaning  up  against  a  bike  rack  as  he  picks  at  the  inside  of  his  wrist.   he’s  nervous,  eyes  darting  around  every  so  often  as  if  someone  might  spring  out  and  attack  him.   for  all  he  knows,  that  might  be  true.    WHAT’S  THE  WORST  THAT  COULD  HAPPEN,  victoria  had  said,  and  like  a  fool  he’d  assumed  their  marriage  was  the  worst  thing.   no,  his  father  threatening  to  kill  his  mother  if  he  didn’t  go  through  with  things  ?   that.   THAT  was  definitely  worse.   his  father  had  smiled,  no  signs  of  any  affection  or  consideration  in  his  gaze  as  he’d  patted  him  on  the  head.   you’ll  marry  her  and  you’ll  do  it  soon.  you’re  a  good  son,  arlo.   you’d  do  anything  to  protect  her.   i  know  you’ll  make  us  proud.   his  stomach’s  been  twisting  in  knots,  anxiety  clawing  at  his  insides  as  he  looks  and  searches  for  any  loophole  to  break  them  free.   (  there’s  nothing.   they’re  TRAPPED.  )     when  he  finally  sees  her,  the  anxiety  seems  to  increase  tenfold  as  he  simply  shakes  his  head.   their  last  hope,  his  last  chance,  had  gone  swirling  down  the  drain.   THERE  WAS  NO  ESCAPE.    @addictingvictories​  

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for a rather patient person, victoria NEVER LIKED being kept waiting. so when the giant brute that was the driver took his sweet time doing lord knows what. she got off the car-- what was the worst thing the other could do? shoot her?  a sigh left her lips as she rounded the corner where she could hear the FAMILIAR voices coming from and saw exactly the reason on why she’s been parked for at least five minutes. “how about you BOTH shake hands-on being stupid and call it a day?” were they both twelve? “ricardo, back off.”  the driver took a moment-- probably pondering on what to do. swallowing his pride seemed to win and with a grunt, he shoved nico back into the wall before he left back to the car mumbling something under his breath. “answer me something, nico-- do you really have a brick for a brain?” 

“i never said you were stupid.” and yes, he really didn’t. he said the words you have bad luck when thinking and you know— the other didn’t even pick up on it at first. not until there was shaded laughter and then his hands were screwing around the fabric of nico’s shirt and shoving him into the railing. “i’ll show you stupid.” he said and maybe nico shouldn’t have LAUGHED as hard as he did. “you already are.” maybe he wasn’t helping his situation but it was still nice to see the guy’s face go that type of special blue. 

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PREVIOUSLY ON SEASON 1: 

- through all of s1, she has slowly and surely going downhill. believe it or not.  - ( wow icb i wrote in her og intro she was a daddy’s girl. ) - i mean. she is, but she isn’t. and that’s what makes this whole thing a lot more Y I K E S. anyway. - it all however, officially started crashing and burning when adan ko’ed his parents and shut down his humanity.  -hahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.  - the death of the garzas made spades aka her dad go “hmmmmm... he’s not important anymore. call off the engagement.” - like. bitch????????????¡¿?¿?¿?¿¿¿?¡¡?¿¡?¡? THIS WAS ALL YOUR DOING!!!!!!! - granted. both of them knew this was F A K E ( haha... fake.... ) so the “break up” could’ve gone differently but SOMEONE had his humanity off and SOMEONE ELSE is a stubborn bitch.  - 0.2 seconds later daddy dearest goes “heeeey, got you a new fiancé.” and that’s the story on how victoria villalobos and arlo park got married. ( not yet, but hey-- their shit parents want this asap already, looking how engagement 1.0 went like that. )  - oh to be an outsider and see how this bitch broke off with her fiancé who had just lost both his parents only to get engaged to this new dude in like a week.  - i’m sure that looked GREAT on paper lmao  - so she’s like... hm... just going with the flow and not fighting things.  - heavy is the crown ig.  - she still hangs around with the rest of the gangbangers but alienating herself at the same time¿’¿’¿’’’’?? idk she’s doing things  - hey, at least she somehow ended up adopting a raccoon with maya. good thing! :)  - dad made a thug kill jaime. haha... not good thing :/ 

That’s Victoria Villalobos not Ester Expósito. She’s 19 years old and a Human. She may be cool-headed, strategic, and knowledgable but she’s also elitist, manipulative, and cold.

buckle up boys and girls, here comes that bad rich bitch experience lana del rey loves to sing about. 

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