#@viktcrr

[byandrews]

        @viktcrr )    he can recall moments of passing by the kid’s table;  observing dark images drawn from an undeniably talented hand but isaac, at that age, never felt the need to compliment his art.  instead he felt an impulse to grab the paper and rip it up, an animalistic instinct that helped him thrive on top of the high school food chain   -  at least that was his excuse.  now, being in college, he can’t remember if he ever actually acted on that impulse  what he does remember is viktor constantly being at the end of an angry, repressed child’s rage. he’s hesitant on approaching him now, watching him seemingly mind his own business, it’s as if isaac doesn’t know how to act since bullying is no longer second nature.        “      hey, man.      ”    he decided was a neutral greeting, soft, unlike how it was in high school and not just    because of tatiana. although her unfortunate demise certainly had a lot to do with the isaac’s sudden kinder approach.        “     so, i’m taking an art history class this semester and, uh, i remember art’s always been your thing from, like, school and all and i was wondering, you know if you ever have time, if you could -- if you want -- to help me out with it ?      ”     someone passing by may have thought they just witnessed isaac shooting his shot with how evidently nervous he is.     “      i kind of just thought we’d be observing a lot of nude paintings the whole time.      ”     he lets out a chuckle, hoping viktor would see the humor in his words and laugh too.

[dvminics]

if you had to be transformed into a hideous beast, what kind of hideous beast and why?

“viktor ‘cause then i’d never have any consequences to my actions.” @viktcrr

[frvyas]

you've been hired by the russian government to plan a hit on viktor samuels. how would you do it and what would be your last words to him before he kicked the bucket?

“first, i’ll go to the wishing tree. carve out a wooden stake. afterward, i’ll find viktor -- at night -- and take them to bed. then, while i’m top, stake through the heart in one swift motion. i’ll be super teary-eyed and in deep anguish as this happens. i’ll say, “viktor, i’ve always loved you,” as the sufjan stevens’ to be alone with you kicks up (will time this perfectly with the stake through the heart). the lights dim. it’s beautiful and tragic but, most of all? it’s over.” @viktcrr​

[lanamemories2]

fmk viktor, leo, dom?

“Kill Viktor. I’m mad at him. I’d do it with a spinning high kick but he wouldn’t be allowed to catch my ankle in his fist ‘cause it’d probably make me horny or something and this is, like, serious, angry business. In this universe I’m suddenly super strong so that’s all it’d take. I’d say ‘HA-YA!’ as I did it and everything. Demolished. Marry Leo in Vegas. Elvis impersonator officiate. We’re both drunk and we start making out in the aisle until we’re thrown out for public indecency. And fuck Dom ‘cause I think about it all the time, so.”

@viktcrr @lcofowler @domfm

[dcminicrcmsey]

Dominic was stationed against one of Radcliffe’s buildings. A cigarette in hand, his leg propped against the wall. He looked like a cliché.The male was out admiring the architecture of the campus for one of his assignments. However, he had been taking 10 minute breaks that amounted to him not looking at any buildings. A familiar face was found in the passer bys. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he threw the cigarette to the ground before approaching the other. A hand fell upon their shoulder, he intended for it to be harder than a friendly tap. “How’d that fuck vacation go, buddy?” @viktcrr​

[gcnnerpaxton]

Clutching onto a shot glass full of tequila, Gunner had been staring at the liquor with horror. He already felt drunker than he probably should’ve this early into the night, ready to pass it off to the next person he saw -, “Viktor, hi. Hi, here, take this,” he insisted, all but shoving the shot into the other’s chest, “Congrats on the engagement, by the way. Practically showed up, uh... naked, huh? That’s - ballsy. Congrats on the nudity, too, I guess.” @viktcrr​

[abelromanov]

“I’m gonna drop out,” Staring at a couple on a bench on the opposite side of the quad from them, Abel used his spoon to gesticulate pointedly, “These people don’t even care. Look at them,” Scooping a heaping of pudding into his mouth, he continued to talk, words muddled with food, “I bet that guy hasn’t been to a class in two weeks. Probably puked all over the Perkins walls just yesterday, gave Dom a hissy fit or something. I love it. I’m just gonna drop out and never care about anything again. I mean, Jesus Christ, why not, right?” @viktcrr​

[tommaso-gatti]

who are you more into, rosa or mili?

Is Viktor an option? Just kidding, I think that all the Samuels are incredible-- especially Mili. / @rosasamuels @viktcrr @milimsamuels

[rosasamuels]

The night had been long - Rosa was decently drunk as the boy who’d walked her home leaned against her door frame, insisting he come inside, “No, c’mon,” Even though she really did want to be alone, she was giggling all the same - her drunken mind making it impossible to realize the situation she was in. It didn’t matter anyway, considering in the next second, Viktor was walking down the hallway, probably heading to his own room. Smile falling instantly, Rosa shoved at the boy’s chest harshly - she didn’t even remember his name, and she didn’t care when she snapped, “Get out of here. Seriously. Go away!” she spat, eyeing Viktor nervously in the meantime. @viktcrr​

[allvrdsalt]

“don’t even bother going in there,” griffin mumbles, stumbling down the front steps of a house not far from campus. his hands are stuffed in his pockets as he addresses the other, fishing out a plastic baggy encapsulating a pre-rolled joint. there’s a party in full swing behind him, so he raises his voice to compete with the rattling bass beat of the music. “party’s a bust. music blows and has all night. i snagged the aux for all of thirty seconds before some douche was threatening to kick my ass.” he lights up and holds in a drag, shaking his head as if in disbelief as he exhales. continuing his lament, he makes an effort to wave away the shroud of smoke that collects around his head. “all over the red hot chilli peppers. like by the way isn’t exactly the vibe to be on. could you imagine just, like, rocking the fuck out. moshing like crazy when it picks up. pushing people all around,” for a moment he speaks animatedly, only for his energy to knocked back down by a resurging wave of vexation. he kicks a rock, not wait long enough to permit a response. “you want to party?” he propositions. “you and i can party.” tugging up his shirt, he reveals a sleeve of root beer nips tucked into his waistband. “swiped them from the guy that was yelling at me. let’s get the fuck out of here — look for unlocked cars and snoop through glove compartments, or something.” @scige​ @viktcrr​

[ezramercvr]

“Viktor,” he greeted the other monotonously, watching as they approached the house party from where he was smoking on the porch, “You’re looking particularly feral today. What’s your damage? Not getting laid enough? Getting laid too much? Seems like an issue you’d complain about.” @viktcrr​

[lanamemories2]

It’d been a while, since she’d felt any type of annoyance towards Viktor -- in truth, she’d actually grown rather fond of them, in the same way you’d smile and pet the muzzle of a snarling Alsatian, only endeared as pedestrians sped their stride to make a hasty getaway. There was nothing fond about her now, though, with the way she burst into the cottage’s dining room, door thrown so forcefully it slammed back against a wall. Several heads jolted up to look at her, but she wasn’t focused on them -- just Viktor, storming up to the table they were sitting at in a sheer feathered robe and rabbit slippers. Before she’d even said anything, she reached out and slapped over a glass of milk. Somebody sat besides them perked up with a “hey, that’s mine!” but Lana didn’t care, she just reached forwards and splashed a hand up through the puddle it formed, droplets aggressively flicked at Viktor’s chin. “What’s wrong with you?!” It was a peculiar kind of anger, the one in her voice -- strained like it almost pained her to ask it, not used to it, like she didn’t want to but it couldn’t be avoided. She could still smell Freya’s shampoo in her nose from when she’d nestled between her and Caleb, Lana’s fingers stroking her hair as she blatantly swallowed the need to cry. Viktor and Miles. Freya’s ex-boyfriend Miles. “Literally, what the fuck?” Spoons had stilled. Munches paused. Somebody cautiously set down a box of cereal further along the bench. She made no effort to keep her voice down, too wound up. “What’s wrong with you? Are you just, like, some weird, evil goblin? Don’t you care even a little? I mean, this is Freya. This isn’t just some random loser, Viktor, it’s Freya.” @viktcrr​

[naomipaige]

@viktcrr​

She used to see Viktor often, on nights spent at the Samuels family home over holiday when she’d gone to stay with Tati. On rides home, parties that had dragged on so late they’d needed to call them for a ride. Early morning hangover brunches at her diner, where she got a hefty discount, wordlessly shoveling forkfuls of hash browns. It seemed like another lifetime. She avoided them now, mostly, through no fault of their own. She just saw Tatiana in him, sometimes, if she looked too close. She did better without the reminder. The last place she’d been prepared to have to face them was leaving Noland, still adorned in the clothes she’d worn to the game’s afterparty (made obvious by the gold glitter that still coated so much of her face). “Samuels,” she all but shouted, like she was seeing a ghost. “Viktor,” calmer, collecting herself. “I haven’t -- This is weird. I feel, uh, kind of like? Caught in an act.”

[tommaso-gatti]

@viktcrr

 It was cold on campus today and New England seemed to be a layer of hell, frozen over-- and he walked stiffly through the quad, looking for someone to antagonize. Ferris was nowhere to be found, he’d already ruined one of August’s jackets earlier in the week, but then; a grin touched at his features and he freed his hands from their place deep in his pockets. Viktor. If Viktor was a malignant presence on campus, Tommo liked to imagine himself as a roguish one. Falling in stride with the other, he reached down, sliding his fingers into Viktor’s open palm. “Where are we going?” He asked, swinging their hands, now clasped.

[rosasamuels]

Looking a bit like an overly hyper horse, Rosa had to physically restrain herself from continuing to gallop towards Viktor when she saw them waiting beside their (extremely) distinctive car in the parking lot just outside Radcliffe’s gym, “Were you waiting long? Here - got you a coffee,” she said, holding an indescernible cup out towards them, “It’s a peace offering. But they didn’t have many sugar packets left, I think there’s only two in there. Sorry. Okay!” Holding her hand out, palm up, like she was expecting some sort of Christmas gift, “Keys, please! I’m ready. I’ve been practicing with Grand Theft Auto. I know the point’s to wreak havoc and wreck everything in sight but I took my time, I did very well.” @viktcrr​

[colorme-stasia]

the night was cool. autumn was fast approaching and taking summer back until next year. nights provided a love/hate relationship for stasia. the girl adored everything space related, the stars a particular favorite. she swore she could sit under the stars for hours and just watch the sky turn above her. the soft quiet of the night was also a warm welcome after the hustle and bustle of the day. however, the night also provided a void for her thoughts. thoughts could delve into the dusky corners of her brain that she’d rather lock up. but the pros outweighed the cons tonight as the blonde found herself walking along campus with only the lamps and the moonlight lighting her way. large headphones covered her ears and hindered her awareness of her surroundings. so, when there was suddenly a figure in front of her, the girl let out a yelp. “jesus, man! what the hell? god, you’re lucky I didn’t punch you as a reflex!” she declared to the male, still quite shaken. “try not to loom so serial killer-y out here when its like, the dead of night! I could have had a weapon and boom! you could have been gone!”

@viktcrr