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( + 1 notification from Instagram ) iiiiiiiitsvicky still trying to decide his name :/ leaning hard towards donnie barko

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apolloapolloapollo this is the ugliest dog i’ve ever seen

iiiiiiiitsvicky shut the fuck up nobody asked?

lana_jameson 10/10. vry handsome. wld let him pierce me w his fangs n suck out my blood without question

rosa.samuels wtf i’m an aunt......... i love him??

blknox hypocrite

iiiiiiiitsvicky sorry i don’t know what that word means?

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imessage ↬ infant.

rosa: why does it specifically need to be cabbage patch kids

rosa: stop being a freak i’m not telling u where my shit is

rosa: n don’t try to break into my dorm again security knows to charge u next time my door knobs break

rosa: [...]

rosa: joint custody. are you fucking kidding me.

rosa: with who, viky, it’s a doll

rosa: [...]

rosa: EW stop you’re freaking me the fuck out now i hate this /:

viktor: because they have big ass cabbage heads?

viktor: obviously

viktor: :/ oh no :/ the powice offwecirs :/ scawi wawi secuwity guawds :/ pisses self

viktor: [...]

viktor: and dolls deserve to have both parents too?

viktor: god rosa you're so rude

viktor: leo and i bought this haunted doll or some shit

viktor: whats the matter with possession? a little pea soup never hurt anybody?

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imessage ↬ infant.

rosa: what

rosa: why would i give you the heads of my dolls???

rosa: get ur own u cant destroy mine

rosa: i like them as they are

viktor: so you DO have cabbage patch kids

viktor: where are they

viktor: [...]

viktor: no :/ i only own one doll and shes in joint custody

viktor: think she'd possess me

viktor: [...]

viktor: maybe i should behead annabelle jr.

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imessage ↬ infant.

viktor: do you have any cabbage patch kids dolls

viktor: i know you like weird funky little freaky dolls

viktor: and i need their heads

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@iiiiiiitsvicky: whats all this about fucking fruit 😫😜

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@elipax: bedazzle your butthole this holiday season or be a coward

@iiiiiiiitsvicky: @elipax maybe we can finally bond and bedazzle each others assholes?

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📱 open

mercy: ok thought of a new scenario

mercy: its your gf's bday

mercy: https://66.media.tumblr.com/a1690293164e9f694bef553afe5b2fc9/tumblr_omtenq4sKM1qasjkvo1_500.jpg (this is her)

mercy: you say you're taking her to sephora to get whatever she wants when archie andrews comes up to you

mercy: https://66.media.tumblr.com/658de70bf9dcdc376a3328a64054326d/tumblr_png0knZn6z1w29b36_500.jpg (this is him)

mercy: he slaps her ass

mercy: (also he's 5'11 i think remember you're maybe 5'6)

mercy: wyd

mercy: [...]

mercy: [...]

mercy: wrong number

mercy: ignore this

viktor: 5'6" ??? who the fuck do u think i am ??

viktor: teeny weeny paxton ?? fuck off

viktor: [...]

viktor: birthday threesome, obviously? i'm not an idiot? i'll slap his ass right back

viktor: [...]

viktor: didnt read that tht wasnt for me

viktor: very hurt that it wasnt

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milisamuels‌:

“are you good at keeping secrets? i hope not, i’m bored,” mili asked, a coy smile on her lips as she took the empty space on the couch, immediately turning to the person besides her, whole body facing them in case there was any doubt they had her full attention. there was little left of what had once been her costume, so now she was just clad in a little red dress, only one shoe on, the other forever gone. “tell me one, come on. your best one. i’ll trade you.”

there’d been something about the concrete wall in front of them - across the couch, that had drawn viktor’s attention, a mild daze with narrowed eyes that hadn’t budged until mili startled him - a casual, small jump in his seat as he turned towards her and an exhale of a breath he hadn’t realized he held, “christ - mili, when’d you get there? waltzing around like a fucking … ghost, or something,” his mask had been hard to breathe under - but he had only slid it to the top of his head to smoke, the same fingers holding still his joint being the ones that came in contact with her nose, flicking it, “you want a secret? gossip girl, that you? x-o-x-o? fine - whatever,” viktor turned away, tapping out ash onto the couch, in the space between them, “i pissed in one of mom’s vases when i was like, fucking fourteen or some shit. don’t remember why - but i’m pretty sure the flowers were dead the next day. lethal shit.”

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MAXENCE DANET FAUVEL / NONBINARY. — viktor samuels is really making a name for themselves as a tier 3 shepherd. i think that he/they are studying english + visual arts in their senior year at lockwood, living in peregrinis. originally from rochester, new york, viktor is known to be observant & ingenious, but can also be reticent & dependent. — james / 20 / est / she/they.

3/5 !!! once again ... little edits

TW DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS

a e s t h e t i c s

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts.

general info !!

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - jan 2nd

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′0″

hometown: rochester, new york

sexuality: uuuhhh god … probably pan tbh

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biography !!

okay so … born and raised in rochester, new york to the well known samuels family. preacher father, a mother, a twin sister born 15 minutes before him - aka tatiana samuels, who died back in january.

kinda … grew up as a really awkward, quiet kid? like … just didn’t really interact with other kids super well, preferred being alone and like … digging up bugs in the dirt. only friend was like … his own sister.

grew out of this as they got older, instead sort of … becoming a bit of a dick? to compensate for years of awkwardness? will bite the hand that feeds him. was a full on nuisance by middle school. tatiana was not, at least, noticeably.

has always been a fan of darker materials, y’know - grim and creepy, morbid shit. big fan of tim burton ever since he was a kid, which isn’t … a good look for a preacher’s son, but he’s never really felt ~in~ with the rest of his family, anyway.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid probably tbh that prompted one or two or five phone calls home 2 assure everything was fine.

has always been really … good at art, in general - from drawing to painting to playing with clay, that’s always been viktor’s Thing.

aNyWaYs. being tatiana’s twin brother was kinda hard sometimes. tatiana and him were near opposites besides their same mean-spirited trait. she was better in the public than he was, but viktor was arguably more talented than tatiana. they both loved each other deeply and found each other as competition for their parents’ attention - a rivalry, of sorts.

high school is when viktor really started to act out - started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service. almost had an exorcism performed on him, probably.

the only redeemable trait was like … his sheer talent with art. was in a 3d art AP course, specialized in sculpting - could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because his parents would be focused on disciplining him for his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with stuff easier. so like, y’know, that’s on the bright-side of things.

never been particularly motivated to do much - wasn’t planning on attending lockwood but his parents kinda … did and sent in his application for him b/c they were Not on board with him Wasting Away (wanted him out of the house asap)

actually pretty smart !! just doesn’t like … want to apply himself ever. double majoring in english and visual arts because they’re like … two of his only interests :/ plus he wants to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s

he’d been experimenting since high school but college is where he really started to like … crack down on himself and figure himself out. was out as pan & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college, just … not to his family, necessarily. thinks tatiana always knew, but didn’t … really use it against him, blessedly enough

always felt like the whole twin - connection thing was … both wack and also not-wack? sometimes it felt believable but sometimes he had no idea what was going on in tatiana’s head. but he felt oddly transparent to her, always - like he was predictable to no one but her.

( TW DEATH, GRIEF, OVERDOSE / HOSPITALIZATION BEYOND THIS POINT )

but when tatiana disappeared - it was like, like viktor knew. the moment she had been kidnapped - felt something deeply wrong in his gut. and when tatiana died - viktor felt something cut so severely in him. he knew, he always knew exactly when. he couldn’t put his finger on how - but he knew. even when everybody else held out hope for her to be found - he knew.

went on a bender around the same time, had always struggled w/ drug addiction but it got worse the longer tatiana went without being found.

( also struggled heavily with his mental health, too ?? has manic and depressive episodes. will fixate on a sculpting project for six months and then purposely knock it off the table and destroy it in the matter of seconds once it’s finished for. no fucking reason. impulse spends A Lot. )

when her body was found, viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing and being hospitalized where he spent the next like … however long months … until they deemed him better.

stayed out of school until very recently b/c he just … didn’t want to go back. didn’t want to deal with it. didn’t want to be known as the dead girl’s twin. but then his mom kinda just was like ‘u go back 2 school or god so help me’ n he was like FINE.

so ya !! viktor’s back after being gone since tatiana’s body was found. that’s it, that’s him, a lil glimpse of his life.

trying to finish his senior year b/c he … obviously left before he could.

finding out that it was george who killed tatiana has ultimately ... caused viktor to spiral. his lows are some of his lowest, his highs are ... very high, but very bad. unstable & unpredictable in his actions it’s ... a whole thing :/

personality !!

the human embodiment of a gremlin, fed after midnight. a goblin, if u will. one of those cats with a narrow head and big ass ears. that’s him.

b i g horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies. probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than he should. love those vertically striped pants!

fashion alternates between e-boy (would b tik tok famous if he were like … 17), millennial beetlejuice, and like … goth in a crop top and sweatpants. big fan of crop tops. big fan of sweatpants.

he can be fucking mean. petty, aggressive, instigator. will literally spit in ur face or no reason. kind of person who’ll stick his gum into other ppl’s hair. other than that he’s like … pretty okay. he’s not always mean, he’s just a dick like … 70% of the time lmao

i mean yeah okay he’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except He Feels Like It And Believes It. it’s fine he’s fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact tht he’s probably getting into fights whenever - considers himself 2 be a lover n not a fighter but that’s just because he Fucks a lot. kind of uses it like a coping mechanism, like he’s this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ may have a problem w/ hypersexuality but it’s nothing he’s fully. aware of.

the preacher’s whore son, basically

like i said he’s pan & nb, switches between he and they pronouns but like … he has such a fragile grip on his identity that u could call him ‘dog-faced bitch’ and he’d turn like hey wassup :)

vastly impulsive, like i’ve mentioned … destroys his own creations 4 the fun of it, spends all his money on useless shit, will cheat on someone bc he feels like it. screams into the night sky frequently, like a cat in heat.

i mean he also creates useless shit for no reason too. spent six months sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of him and then took a sledgehammer to it.

dramatic fuck. used to play the organ at the church like … when no one was looking after him and service was about to start. just these creepy as melodies. would do the same thing at home on his keyboard w/ the organ setting whenever he got grounded until his parents took away his keyboard sadjfkg

won’t talk about his time away b/c it’s not rly anybody’s business but ofc nothing is sacred to the watershed app, y’know, nothing’s private.

still like - he absolutely refuses to talk about tatiana’s death and like, his mental health or his addiction (he’s fallen back into it tbh but it hasn’t gotten bad again … yet) or like … anything involving his own emotions

will literally just change the topic! abruptly, no warning, asks about the jonas brothers instead.

that being said he’s obsessed with tatiana’s death. tatiana was very much a rock for him, kinda dependent on her in a way? just … being there, y’know, kept him grounded.

so he obv became a shepherd bc he wants to know Everything there is abt the app, wants to be deep inside it, wanted to know Who Exactly Killed Tatiana and like … not saying he wants 2 commit murder but :/ yknow. he’s very upset.

emotionally unavailable while also like crying twice a day.

will tell you straight up what he wants from you, no bullshit, no beating around the bush - just blunt. if he wants to just fuck, nothing else, then that’s that. if he feels deviation he’ll ghost in like. less than a second. kinda awful like that! feels no shame.

but like … also is emotional ?? as shit ?? it’s confusing. he’ll cry on a whim and then flip u off if u try to console him or like. ask him anything. will bite you.

he goes to therapy but he generally fucks around and wastes most of the time until the therapist threatens to like … idk what therapists r allowed to threaten. to send him off to another therapist? idk.

likes being intimidating but like … not with his body or nothing ‘cos he’s a TWIG, but like … uses his love for horror n creepy shit to his advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before.

( also a big fan of sfx makeup, has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids with a chainsaw (w/o the like … chain … or w/e … so it’s not actually Dangerous) around halloween

he’s generally never doing good, both mental health wise and morally.

would probably steal candy from a baby for the fun of it.

i don’t know if there’s a good to him, deep down, and i don’t know if he sees any issues with himself either !! nothing really breaks through to him anymore, the only person who ever really made him stop and Think about his actions was tatiana.

kinda introverted, recluse type who doesn’t rly like most people or going out, but he’ll go to parties if it means he’ll be high as shit.

pretty observant. likes to analyze people even though he’s probably not … fully right.

connections to the victims !!

tatiana samuels / his twin sister, other half - the only one able to control viktor.

george craig iii / close family friends ... they could appreciate each other, when viktor wasn’t being an outright asshole.

hana williams / ‘friends’ with benefits, their relationship was rocky at best but she was a good lay. have often fought due to their clash in personalities and viktor’s history with christoph.

christoph wainwright / an ex-hook up, an infrequent occasion whenever christoph wanted to tick off hana. viktor was often on board, never the one to consider others’ feelings.

wanted connections !!

he lives alone currently but like … ex - roommates where viktor was just. a nightmare to live with.

feel like a lot of enemies is also a possibility !! viktor’s messy.

people that like … knew tatiana. dated tatiana, even, and viktor would pretty much try to intimidate / scare them at any given chance :/

close friends of tatiana too

people who hated tatiana but liked viktor. people who hated viktor but liked tatiana

people who take pity on him and he Hates it viciously and vocally.

a band of hooligan gremlin kids who do drugs and fuck shit up around town like they’re edgy teenagers even though they’re all early to mid 20s.

the girl he lost his virginity 2 in high school lmao … a distant memory

fellow rochester locals, from church or school or whatever

exes from the past !! good terms and bad terms, but i love bad terms a whole lot mainly b/c viktor’s a jackass.

don’t know if he’s soft towards anybody but we can try. we can Try.

friends, old friends, new friends, bad friends, good friends, close friends, frenemies, etc. etc. all of it

hookups !! so many hookups. fwbs, one night stands, whatever.

uuhhhh god. i don’t know. im so sleepy rn. people in the same major or similar majors.

maybe a ride or die.

people he’s a bad influence on / an enabler towards / all around toxic for them / each other.

people he’s fought !! people who’ve seen him get into random fights and were like ‘uh wtf’

fellow shepherds !!

literally anything im not picky.

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milisamuels‌:

“are you good at keeping secrets? i hope not, i’m bored,” mili asked, a coy smile on her lips as she took the empty space on the couch, immediately turning to the person besides her, whole body facing them in case there was any doubt they had her full attention. there was little left of what had once been her costume, so now she was just clad in a little red dress, only one shoe on, the other forever gone. “tell me one, come on. your best one. i’ll trade you.”

there’d been something about the concrete wall in front of them - across the couch, that had drawn viktor’s attention, a mild daze with narrowed eyes that hadn’t budged until mili startled him - a casual, small jump in his seat as he turned towards her and an exhale of a breath he hadn’t realized he held, “christ - mili, when’d you get there? waltzing around like a fucking ... ghost, or something,” his mask had been hard to breathe under - but he had only slid it to the top of his head to smoke, the same fingers holding still his joint being the ones that came in contact with her nose, flicking it, “you want a secret? gossip girl, that you? x-o-x-o? fine - whatever,” viktor turned away, tapping out ash onto the couch, in the space between them, “i pissed in one of mom’s vases when i was like, fucking fourteen or some shit. don’t remember why - but i’m pretty sure the flowers were dead the next day. lethal shit.”

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imssg / cousin dearest

blake: maybe

blake: is that a problem?

viktor: don't you ever wanna go ape shit

viktor: fuck caution and throw it into the wind

viktor: it just seems like time wasted :/ no offense ... broski ...

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imssg / cousin dearest

blake: i like everyone with caution its just my way

blake: you cant be too careful

viktor: good point but fucking boring i wont lie

viktor: you always going to live cautiously or some shit??

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lanajvmeson‌:

“Maybe I have? Maybe I’ve–,” started and stopped as they tugged at her hair, mouth open in standstill as she studied them from across the table. Pressing her lips into a line, an attempt to smother a slight smile, Lana shrugged. “It’s swamp relish. All the ogres in town are loving it. You can swipe a nacho across my forehead and try it, if you want. And anyway,” she continued, already in the process of sliding up to her feet. The tip of her finger poked at the contents of their plate, as she resumed her full stature, popping into her mouth to try the taste for herself without permission. “That’s a good song.” Rolling the correct change into the slot, Lana imagined the jukebox as a docile monster with a rumbling belly, gurgles of the inner-workings after she’d selected said song indicating a pleasant fill. The kind of meal you’d unbutton your belt after. She slot back into the booth like she belonged there, had an envelope with intricate calligraphy to prove it. “How come you’re eating here all on your own?” Eyes narrowed to a faux suspicious squint, Lana tried her best to sound serious – disgraced, even. “Do you, like… jerk off, under the table, when the diner’s quiet? Is this some kind of tradition of yours? That’s totally sick, Viktor.”

“Swamp relish,” Viktor repeated, expression verging on something resembling amusement - no time to reply as she stood back up, not even enough time to swat at her hand as her finger made contact with their food - only enough to scoff, in reply, a “I know,” accompanying it - eyes following after Lana like they’d been the wolf, and she’d been wearing a very long, very red cloak. Their gaze only left her as they thought to dig their fork deeper into the battlefield on the plate before them, scooping out a particularly intimidating forkful of eggs and hash browns from the rubble - and shoving it, gracelessly, into their mouth. She’d been back by the time Viktor finished chewing, leaning against the faded red leather of the booth, “You’re the one sitting on cum cushions, La-na.” Viktor sounded out the syllables of her name, as if it added emphasis to the situation she’d alluded towards - another twitch of another smirk, mug brought to their lips as if the coffee could rid the taste of grease on their tongue. “I’m banned from the confessionals at church so I come here to repent all my sins to Linda. Real tragic shit, really - I cry, sometimes, just clutching her apron and begging forgiveness. Always gotta buy something, though - cheap ass establishment, praying on someone seeking guidance. Absolutely sickening.” They’d begun to flatten down their food with the fork, mindlessly as they spoke, gaze flickering back from their creation to Lana, again, “What about you? Can’t imagine you eating alone - probably saddle up right next to some poor elderly fuck, exchange war stories.”

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lcvjcms‌:

It was a typically old cliche that churches groups love to hand out flyers and preach their gospel, however, it did true in many aspects: 1) they had a whole box of mini flyers  2) there was a gentle nudge for students to guide fellow classmates towards their congregation But, wonderfully, Levi was armed with something much more enticing: a tray of fresh baked cookies, hot chocolate, and his kitten currently curled by his thigh, happily playing with her harness. He’s lost plenty of eye contact from potential friends as soon as they noticed his good intentions had a religious affiliation but once he caught someone before they can dart off far, far from the courtyard, Levi prompted them with a bright smile and a wave. “It’s so cold out here! Would you like a drink? Food? A kitty pat? She’s so friendly, I swear–” he lifted the kitten up, gently pulling down her little (overly expensive custom made Chanel) sweater so shes’ better covered from the cold. 

They’d never been particularly fond of church - religion in general, really, though that had maybe something more to do with their father than anything else. Growing up with a preacher as a father, in short, stunted Viktor’s relationship with any higher being - even the Tooth Fairy, who had been the only all-knowing, powerful being Viktor had any respect for up - until they had woken up to their mother’s hand beneath their pillow. It was a nightmare. For both parties involved. Even so - even with all the distaste - other churches were a gamble in what way they’d react. Some they considered rivals - even though religion hadn’t been a competition, Viktor made everything into a competition - and some they considered an opportunity to betray the family. Unfortunately for ... Levi, mostly, Viktor considered all megachurches to be the former. “God - no thanks, I’m trying this fucking ... plant-based diet. Photosynthesis or some shit, good vibes only. Top notch, so far. Feeling as strong as a fucking ... ox, or whatever animal.” They leaned down and plucked a cookie from the tray, anyways, taking a vicious bite before speaking again - crumbs flying, “Is - is she fucking, wearing Chanel? Can see the little embroidered logo - that’s fucked. That’s real fucked, who spends money on a designer sweater for a cat? Christ. Better than - my sister used to stand in the middle of the park and hand out mini bibles when she was like, ten - talk about exploitative.”

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imssg / cousin dearest

blake: theyre twins its the same

blake: i like you just fine i guess but with caution

viktor: they look nothing alike

viktor: with caution ?? pray tell, cousin dearest

viktor: that's more insulting than just fucking disliking me

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📲 penny nips

romy: oh look at u mr kool

romy: ya :/ spend most of my days topless in my dorm

romy: hoping i dont do that tonight dont really want a ticket for indecent exposure but ! que sera sera

viktor: :// what can i say

viktor: starting to develop a fear that the piercings are going to rust up

viktor: and then the next person i fuck will notice my rusty nipples and laugh at me until im crying

viktor: they'll tell the whole campus that i've got rusty nipples, romy, and that's tragic.

viktor: free the nips! urs tho, specifically

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imssg / cousin dearest

blake: ok so im projecting because i dont like you

viktor: wow.

viktor: WOW.

viktor: that's so rude

viktor: what have i ever done to you?

viktor: i didnt call YOUR dog a rat