#––– ❛ viktor samuels 【 blame it on your karmic curse / interactions. 】

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( @islandmumublog )

"So you're fucking Rosa, then?" Uncouth as always, Viktor had finally flagged down Talon after raising the question to three different Spidermen - what was the big deal with the guy, anyways? Their demeanor oddly relaxed, cigarette dangling between two fingers in fashion both typical to Viktor and Frank N Furter, "Thought we had something real fucking - special there, Talon. You think she's better than me? Fucking - person wise. Don't need to hear shit about... whatever the fuck you do besides hold hands and giggle all fucking, teehee! I wuv you Talon! No, I wuv you, Rosa! Nose snuggles!"

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"What's with that - fucking face?" Half curious - mostly drunk, Viktor's hand raised to lift her chin, tone teasing, "You been stirring trouble? Seem the type." Their hand dropped, then, lowering to resume place at Scarlett's hips before spinning her around to press her against them once more - chin resting upon her shoulder, "I don't doubt it." Their lips found her neck, muttering against skin, "Didn't say anything about being messy during this fucking - relationship. I'm obnoxious. And a whore - can barely keep my hands to myself."

Scarlett couldn't help but laugh at Viktor's response. They might be exactly what she needed right now. She put on a good face but the girl was feeling a little extra damaged these days and needed the distraction. "Good, I would much prefer to never have another messy breakup," she responded, with a roll of her eyes. "You should know, that ghost first guarantee is going to be tested because nothing with me is ever stale," she added, placing a playful smirk on her lips.

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viktor : ̗̀➛ hazal

viktor: hey hazal :) viktor: how are u doing :) viktor: i have a question and i probably know the answer but our teachers taught us that no questions are stupid so personally, i think that its something u should consider viktor: but if not? thats ok. ur my 5th option it wont hurt me

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viktor : ̗̀➛ mercy

viktor: hey sexy ik u fucking smashed my head open but i wont lie ive been thinking about u since then viktor: lets get this fucking party on the road

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viktor : ̗̀➛ jade

viktor: hey jade :) this is jade, right??

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Lost in the moment; maybe relishing in it - maybe into it; theatrical to a fault, must run in the blood considering all that Rosa does - Viktor only broke off into hysterical giggles, half - sob and half something maniacal; call a doctor, honestly - hands further grasping at Mercy's collar. Barely registered what was going to happen, neck craned up, exposed to the sky as they let out guttural sobs like any good, true mourner; all the practice from their imaginary rich husbands' funerals. Barely registered the jar hitting their head when it did happen - glass shattering upon impact, cutting into their skin and falling across the table, "Fuck!" Gasped out - a little breathy, a little hor - no time to make joke as they're tossed forward, hair in Mercy's fists - nose breaking upon contact with the plastic; shard of glass just barely missing Viktor's eye. "Fuck!" More of a yell, this time - fist swinging down onto the table like a baby's fit - further knocking other jars down. They stayed down for a moment - like they had given up; unsuspecting when they lurched forward and toppled over Mercy, pulling them onto the ground together. "Fucking kinky -" Viktor spat - literally, right onto his cheek - a light slap afterwards - and a stronger punch following; somewhere a mother shrieked, covered her child's eyes; they were in public, after all. Family fun day for exactly none, now - wiping blood from a cut on their cheek before wiping it onto Mercy's own, a particular snarl emerging from Viktor's chest. "Are you gonna punch me back or what, fucker? Make it worth my time - fucking better punch hard. Better knock me the fuck out."

The second Viktor started screaming bloody murder, Mercy regretted his display moments before almost immediately. Not because he didn’t like causing mayhem or being a bother, but Jesus Christ, Viktor was so fucking loud. And dramatic. Mercy wasn’t sure what he expected, but just when he thought they couldn’t get any more annoying, they seemed to take it as a personal challenge. Maybe they could read minds, knew exactly what would get Mercy to consider yanking his eyes out of their sockets or shove knives into his ears until they were so damaged he went deaf. “You obviously don’t give a flying fuck about your family if you left them so vulnerable to be fuckin’ murdered. Re-murdered.” Watching jars tumble to their doom, one caught Mercy’s eye - it was nothing but cheap fake dollar store jewels and glitter stuffed inside, but when he caught it automatically, he thought the least he could do was shove it into his jacket and run off with it. Just to be a further nuisance. But Viktor had other plans, crawling across the table and screaming in Mercy’s face, grasping at his shirt, his jacket - it was the first time he felt truly pissed. “Okay, fucking relax.” He spat, hand pushing at the base of Viktor’s neck to ward him off. Mercy hated when people got into his face more than anything - frankly, when anybody invaded his space in general. It made his hackles rise, turning him feral in the worst way possible. So when Viktor chose to ignore his warning, instead continuing to cling at Mercy and his clothing, he reacted in the only way he knew how. Suddenly the jar he’d caught was still in his hand, and then the next second he was shattering it off Viktor’s temple, pushing them back and onto their plastic table. Using their momentary stunned silence, Mercy didn’t feel quite satisfied enough - not until he gripped at their hair and lifted their head, smashing it once off the top of their table. It was just plastic, they’d live. “I said. Fucking. Relax.”

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( @laughstrack )

"What is this - a fucking, statement?" A light critique - malice lacking, as Viktor invaded Siobhan's space, plucking at the fabric laid flat against her shoulder with an arched brow. "Going to fucking - post about this night, later when you get home? Talk about the fucking... meaning of mourning while still enjoying yourself at a grand ol' ball? Doing a real fucking - service, for all your femcel followers out there, really - it's fucking noble."

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( @eclvpses )

"Hey sexy," A purposeful half - growl mimicking a Tiktok thirst - trapper's, specifically to induce repulsion, Viktor rounded Mercy's shoulder and clasped tight at the fabric there, practically digging their nails into him. "You know you're my favorite sleazy drug dealer, right? I only shoot up thinking of you - oh, sorry - I'm all better now, healed - limited to pills, maybe blow if I'm feeling fresh, frisky, and freaky - speaking of, you got any on you? Two noses, one dollar bill - fucking, lady and the tramp, if you ask me."

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( @tcintedsvcrets )

It took Viktor less than a second to recognize the woman waiting at the window of one of the food vendors, even in her costume ( that they painfully wished was something less... clothed ); a glint of mischief in their eyes as they strode over, "Long time no see, Carvalho. Thought you'd come see me when you came back - bit fucking... hurt, you hadn't. Severely wounded, even."

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( @eclvpses )

The studio's dark - electricity bill due every first of the month; the fifth, now - only stream of light the slivers sneaking past their blackout curtains - more shutter than cloth, and more paper hastily taped against glass than shutter. The studio's dark - and the ground's littered in shards of ceramics; crumbles of stone, shreds of canvas and splinters of wood - sledgehammer in their hand, dark with something wet - dark with a mixture of oil and alcohol. The streams of light - the slivers - lend only the faintest glimpse of paints smeared across floor, against skin; doesn't reveal the shards of glass or the rolling corks, or the wine pooling beneath Viktor's feet as they bludgeon another piece of art to smithereens, no longer discernable from the numerous liquor bottles laid to waste - everything a victim of their unsteady hands that shake, still, with every swing. Their attention never wavers - never there to begin with, eyes blank and dull - even as the light turns from sliver to overwhelming glow, a blackhole they've no interest in glancing up towards. "Close - the door." Their voice is quiet - yet loud, all the same; it must be the echo - lit cigarette dangling precariously from their lips, in the middle of their flammable zone; another sick clash of steel against stone - piece of carved shoulder rolling towards the light, towards the opened door - towards escape, only to stop at Rosa's feet. Viktor spares a glance, this time - the frame of their body crooked, "I said close the - fucking, door."

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viktor : ̗̀➛ rosa

viktor: [...] viktor: [...] viktor: can u come over. viktor: [...] viktor: for a while.

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( @demidevildiva )

"Looks like you don't got a fucking - Ferris wheel buddy." Viktor'd cut the line just to steal the spot behind Asya, leaning forward to speak next to her ear - eyes cast upon the wheel in front of them. "It'd be fucking - boring, going alone. Or - god forbid, a stranger. Terrible - dreadful, even."

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"Can't a person be confident?" Faking offend, Viktor pressed a hand to their chest - eyes rolling as they shuffled things around in their tote bag before pulling out a tiny sketchbook and watercolor set. There were oil paints as well - and a handful of random animal bones and old coins, but they didn't feel like suitable mediums. "What takes fucking - precedence? Finishing first or being better? Think there should be a fucking - time limit, instead. I'm good with five minutes, unless you can't handle it."

"Cocky much?" Apple responded with a tilt of her head. Confidence might as well be her middle name at this point- specially when it came to her art. "You bet. Get yourself situated then and show me what you got." She didn't waste much more time, adrenaline pumping through her as she took in their scenery one more time. This was going to be a piece of cake. "Any restrictions? Mediums preferred?" she asked curiously, not hoping for anything specific since she knew she had this in the bag as it was.

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( @oculiaperticlausi )

"Nice costume," They noted once they'd spotted Hazal - tone teasing and too - knowing, shit - eating smirk upon their face as they bent lower to her level; practically towered over her in their heels. "You got a fucking - lasso of truth and everything? Ever use it before?"

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( @eclvpses )

They'd entered the haunted house moments after Rosa had; a distance away, shrouded by the shrieks of whoever'd been between them and the scare actor's own rehearsed lines. Eyes carefully trained on her - Viktor trailed behind, pushing past the people in front of them as Rosa exited the house; spared a moment for tension to ease, before they clasped down upon her shoulders from behind, head towering over hers, "BOO!"

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( @hersuntold )

"Nice performance," Viktor noted - peeling off of the side of the stage where they'd watched Marcy leave, taking a casual sip of their drink; lipstick stains adorning the rim. "Had me fucking - fooled for a second there. Like you all actually like each other. Cute, really - maybe if you were tolerable you could've convinced the others to be the Hex Girls. Fucking - wasted potential, right there."