#birthday vic

[thedummysdummy]

Taking It Up a Notch

She glanced at her phone, reading the confirmation for what had to be the fifteenth time. "I put the spare key in your bag while you were in the meeting with Boss this morning. And I've made sure his schedule is full until 6pm. Everything is set." 

"Thanks, Goldman. You're the best wingman a girl could ask for. ;)" she typed out, tapping send and digging through her bag for the key to Victor's car. 

It was a plan weeks in the making. After so many birthdays together, decorating the house had become…well, stale. Predictable. Still tradition, but it wasn't enough anymore. She came up victoriously with the small piece of metal and slipped it into her pocket. 

Her heart soared, feeling light with joy. Victor would never expect this! She snapped her purse closed and set it on the dining table, pausing as the vibration of the phone inside buzzed loudly against the wood. The girl pounced on the bag, snatching out the phone and turning the screen on in one smooth motion. 

But it wasn't Goldman. Victor's name filled her screen. "Oh hey Mr. CEO. How can I assist you?" the girl answered in her very most innocent voice. 

"Don't make too much of a mess this year, dummy." Victor's deep voice filled her ear and a broad grin spread across her face. "I'm sure you're already standing in my living room with bags of nonsense." The grin faltered just slightly, but she comforted herself with the knowledge that he'd never guess the other half of her plan. 

"I have meetings all day! We talked about it this morning. Is the boss starting to lose his memory?" 

Victor chuckled on the other end of the phone and she could picture him shaking his head with that helpless half-grin on his handsome face. "You are the worst liar I've ever met. We both know that a certain dummy is incapable of leaving my house alone on my birthday. The only meetings you have are with streamers and balloons." He chuckled again and the sound of typing filled the spaces between his words. "Just don't spread glitter or confetti all over, fair? Unless you want to clean it all up on your own."

"Fair enough. But in exchange, you can't work late, you hear me? I'll be incredibly disappointed if you make us late to dinner." With the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder, the girl pulled bags of decorations out from beneath the couch and started to sort through them. "Gotta go or I'll be late for my meetings. Those balloons and streamers are sticklers for being on time, you know. I love you." 

A long sigh answered her. "I love you, too. And I won't be late if I can help it. I won't make any promises I can't keep, though. I'll call you when I'm getting in the car, fair enough? Goodbye." 

She pouted, but set the phone down on the table and sorted through this year's decorations. Streamers, banners, balloons, ribbons, check. The roses should be delivered in…she glanced at the clock…half an hour. Then it was just a matter of getting everything set, getting to LFG, and enacting "Birthday Mission Operation B." 

The bags of confetti…well, they would have to be used elsewhere, she supposed. That Victor! He always seemed to know everything. What did he do, find the decorations under the couch and look through them? He probably did, the coquettish little imp! Probably grinned the entire time, too. 

Flowers arrived exactly when expected, dozens of peach roses and magnolias to round out the decor and fill the house with their sweet scent. And rose petals didn't count as confetti or glitter, right? They better not, because she sprinkled them literally over his bedspread and in a trail leading to the bathtub where she dumped the rest for later. 

Unlit candles in the proper places rounded out this year's spectacle. The house glittered with crystals catching the light, pleased the ear with a soft soundtrack, and tickled the nose with sweet fragrance. The girl nodded with the smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. "Alright, Mr. Victor. Let's see you guess the rest!" 

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Goldman flitted around the office, doing his very best to act natural. Which, of course, meant he was utterly suspicious. Between every meeting, Victor smirked at his assistant just to see him squirm. Around 4:30, the second to last meeting ended and he called Goldman to his office. 

The assistant arrived with a stack of papers and a guilty look on his face. “You needed me, Boss?” he asked, shifting the papers slightly to rest against his hip. “I’ve nearly finished recording these reports, and Mr. Baldwin is waiting downstairs for your final meeting. Did you want me to tell him you’re ready?”

“That will be fine. But first, I want you to tell me why you’ve been skulking around all day like you’re hiding something. What are you and the girl up to?” 

“Nothing!” Goldman insisted, the word bursting from his lips the same time Victor finished his sentence. “I’m not up to anything! I swear! Just…uh…you know, keeping my promise to get you out of here on time. She made me swear I’d escort you out of the building if I had to.” He ran his fingers nervously through his fluffy brown hair, finding it difficult to look directly in his boss’s dark eyes. 

Victor looked at him suspiciously, eyes narrowed but glittering with amusement. “Very well. Send up Mr. Baldwin. It wouldn’t do to keep her waiting to show me whatever ‘surprise’ she has planned this year.” He shooed Goldman out of the office and returned to his computer, the sound of the keyboard soon accompanying the ticking of his clock yet again. 

Thirty minutes into the meeting with Mr. Baldwin, Victor remembered why he usually had Goldman schedule the man in the morning with other meetings directly after. He’d brought with him a fifteen page report, of which he’d managed to get through two. Without the pressure of knowing that the CEO had other obligations, he seemingly felt no pressure to fit within his assigned time slot. 

Five-thirty came and went, six crept by, and by nearly seven they had reached the final page. “Thank you for your presentation, Mr. Baldwin. If you would leave that on the desk, I will go over it tomorrow. I happen to be nearly an hour late to meet with another person.” Victor stood and shook Mr. Baldwin’s hand, the plump man apologizing repeatedly for not realizing Victor had plans that evening. The CEO surely had changed in the last few years…

Goldman stood outside the office as the door finally opened, his face awash with relief. Despite never getting the angry texts he so fully expected, the guilt of breaking his promise of getting Victor out the door on time was eating him up. Victor chuckled and gestured toward the elevator. “Come on, let’s see what the girl has done to my house this year, shall we? I’m sure she’s quite distraught already that I’m an hour late.” 

“You go on ahead, Boss. I forgot to grab my keys from my desk. I’ll catch up!” Goldman disappeared into his office and Victor carried on, a laugh rumbling lowly in his chest. He stepped into the elevator and pulled out his phone, leaning lightly against the wall as he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. 

“Hi, I can’t answer the phone right now. Leave me a message, please!” 

The familiar voicemail played in his ear and he sighed. Was she ignoring him out of annoyance that he was late? Or had she gotten so wrapped up in her preparations that she lost her phone again? Either was possible, truly. The only way to find out was to go home, so he stepped out of the elevator into the underground parking. Noticing that it was overly hot, he made a note to have maintenance check the heating system tomorrow. 

His car was, unsurprisingly, the only one left in the lot. It was in the back corner, where the light above had gone out. Yet another note for maintenance, he supposed. As he approached, Victor couldn’t help noticing something strange about the windows. He saw…multicolored shapes inside? About five feet away he realized what it was: his entire car was filled with balloons. Back seat? All the way to the ceiling. Passenger side? Same story. 

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Had the girl really spent enough time blowing up balloons to fill the entire car? And how was he supposed to clean this up enough for both him and Goldman to fit? Victor pulled out his keys and finally settled on a laugh. Typical dummy behavior. He unlocked the door and climbed inside, staring at the balloons. Should he just…pop some of them? Or he could put them in the trunk, he supposed. Unless she filled that, too? These were all definitely going to end up in her apartment tomorrow…

As he thought, Victor thought he heard a small sound coming from the back seat. Almost like…snoring? He turned and shuffled a few balloons, jumping a little when he uncovered a face. A familiar and sleeping face. Sweat dripped down her cheeks and Victor panicked just a little, hoping she hadn’t overheated and fainted while waiting for him to get out of his meetings. Suddenly he realized why she’d been so intent on him getting out of work on time and he felt a pang of guilt deep in his gut. 

At least he could start the car and get the air conditioning running. Victor inserted the key and turned, the engine roaring to life. The sound echoed in the empty garage and startled the girl awake. She jumped, eyes wide and a short squeal erupting from her lips. 

“Looks like I’m the one who surprised you,” Victor rumbled, shaking his head at the look on the girl’s face. “Have you been waiting here all this time?” 

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. On her cheek was a square, red spot where she’d been asleep on her phone screen. “I must have fallen asleep waiting for you to get done with work. But surprise!” She sleepily tossed her hands in the air, flinging balloons all over Victor. “What time is it, anyway?” 

“Seven fifteen. You’re probably starving by now. Why don’t we stop by Delicioso on the way home and pick something up? I’ll have Goldman take us there before going to his home. Now help me get some of these balloons out of the way so I have somewhere to sit while he drives.” 

The pair climbed out of the car, balloons spilling out as the girl opened the back seat. Goldman appeared out of seemingly nowhere, a smile pulling the corners of his mouth up toward his eyes. “Happy birthday, Boss! I bet you didn’t expect this!” 

Victor shook his head and chuckled. “No, I can’t say I expected a car full of balloons and a sweaty, sleepy girl inside.” He opened the trunk and the trio began transferring balloons. Victor, despite keeping his face stern, couldn’t help but smile on the inside. He’d really lucked out with the most wonderful, loving partner on the planet. No, it wasn’t luck, actually. It was perseverance and patience. And a bit of a miracle on the side. Soon they were on their way home, and he found himself excited to see what else the girl had done for him on his birthday, purely out of love. 

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

(It looks unfinished but I promise it isn't)

Happy birthday to the bestest boy

[chococookiez]

afftd vic save me....... save me afftd vic.............

[kiss-this]

[sotogalmo]

8:22, yesterday — 12:12

Make this party yours (From the day), And no, (I took out) don’t look back now. / Now you’re tainted (the black fruit), God won’t have you anymore (I swallowed sweetly)

(I'll only tag for info sake. After this I'll stop being annoying; @solei-eclipse , @junebluues , @ivanttakethis , @apriciticreveries , @rosedeleca , @4listr , @friedclownshrimp , @rockwgooglyeyes , @bluemoonscape , @teapotuser , @skyisjusthere , @starry-skiez , @pwippy , @aakaneeee , @yunoftheclouds , @alien-til-i-stage , @nottoonedin , @tsukacchako , @astoryofsuchwoe , @zerostyrant + possibly others I forgotten)

Name: Pale— moreso surname meaning, but having pale in someone's name just means 'pale of skin, pallid'. But from the late 14c. as "fence of pointed stakes." Paler as a surname meaning "fence-builder" is recorded from late 12c. Another Middle English form of the word in the "fence, paling, wall of an enclosure" sense, based on the plural, was pales, palis (late 14c.), and the surname Paliser is attested from early 14c. I suppose the "fence builder" one makes the most sense with how Pale is

Animal: Lion

Solar: Saturn

Flower: Begonia Saturn, Coriander

Tarot: Strength (and a little bit of Devil)

Sin: Lust

Organ: Hands.

Birth date: 1201 (December 1th)

Age: 33

ID: 010401

Body: 170.18 cm (5'7ft) / 76kg

Affiliation: Class of Season 32

Likes: painting, quiet rooms, grass, nature

Dislikes: loud things, being owned, disobedience

Personality: Pale, acting with grace and sophistication along with acting wittily and provocatively and also being stoic, calm, and observant, is a well-bred pet human and was raised by human scientists, so he conducts himself as someone befitting of his status. But he isn't all just a pretty face and such. He's selfish, conniving, and manipulative. Most importantly, very destructive. As he has little empathy with others and manipulated people as he saw fit, similarly willing to dispose of anyone who got in his way or whom he deemed worthy of his revenge. Raised by the human scientists got him quite power hungry since he's been raised in power and humans who are high on such power that they achieved (being respected by aliens is something you have to achieve, it's no easy and simple task, and yet they have done it so can you blame them?). But with power, comes feelings of hollowness. Troubles, and that leads to more power hunger. Having felt this from childhood, all he ever really truly felt, his clearest emotions were that of loneliness and anger at the world; being alienated in the sense that he's human raised. Giving way to the fact that he's a troubled man, wanting to connect with the lesser beings in his class. But no one knows that because he hides it well with many ways to cope with it, but mainly with a cold exterior... maybe. Having him being an enigmatic individual to them, and characterized by his curiosity, affability, and disregard for consequences. But all in all, Pale is a straightforward "do no good" man; since he disregards rules and consequences. But he is also a hypocrite (hypocrite, if he's attached he's attached.).

Special talent: Painting

Voice: Britain from Hetalia when speaking / Nao Hex SYNTHV for singing (which sometimes happens, but he doesn't sing on the stage).

Signature:

The P is a bow and arrow, the L forms a canvas. The e is in canvas

History/Lore (as of right now)

Pale is apart of "toxic ysosu" with amia's Vic and syd's Theo. Most? of his childhood has been explored by Syd while writing about Theo and Theo's life in the garden and before he sang. Pale was the quiet older one between them, if I remember the ages right (well ofc between him and theo), quite similar to Luka in that regard.

He went to ANAKT later, because of some complications that happened and it made him stay behind for a while.

For when he is in ANAKT, I don't think he had a collar on, because of how obedient he was (even if his obedience is just because it was needed and required). His uniform is the same as Ivan's, for that reason. A simple turtleneck, long sleeves and long pants.

Pales relationship to the teachers and aliens as a whole is nothing special, only summed up as "a pleasure to have in class". Even if he did.. slightly cause mischief. Just to see what the other kids would do. That's for the teachers. With the aliens as a whole, he's more "respected" than the others he's been around. But that's expected because of who he was raised by.

He finds all of the kids in his class dumb, yes even Theo and Vic. While he is "romantically" involved with them, he finds their humanity to be an obstacle.

He's softer on Theo, because that Innocence of belief is something he never experienced. He's softer on Vic, because of how determined he was to be set free (even if that did annoyed him).

Pales body state, is top notch. Perfect build for what he deals with in the future— he trains his arms and upper body often in the garden with the "fishes", that get progressively harder to carry.

Overall threat level: low to medium

His guardian?

Why of course it's one of the respected humans.

This human is called Abel, he has a twin called Cain. And an older or maybe younger brother called Seth.

His style of clothing is shared with the alien scientists, that made Yume (minus the "neckfur" he has around his neck. It's a baby alien slug that was the reason for how he got the respect he did).

Abel... All three of them are enigmatic individuals characterized by their curiosity, affability, and disregard for consequences. And the fact that they have made scientific break throughs, a lot. Their later methods having helped with the experiments that Yume Nagai has went thru. They even suggested that he would have a last name.

Last names are something that they have an interest in. Learning about pre-alien human history; last names have always intrigued Abel the most. All of the names actually. He's interested in what purpose they have in life. And he (Abel) suggested that Yume could have a last name. Cain was the one that came up with the word.

Abel views Pale as a "son", as those seem to be the only words that fit their relation, and such. It's more reinforced with the way that his own ways have bleed into what Pale does.

But lale doesn't view him as a "father" though, because of his absence and his own general anger to the world, and with the way that he was raised.. having stayed confined in its walls, forbidden to leave except when sent to help some of the "newborns" or seeing other kids to make sure that they were alright. He was continuously told that he needed to study more and work harder if he wanted to please the Aliens.

Yes, he was working more and hard to please the Aliens. He might be raised by humans respected by aliens, but it's only a few that do respect them. So that had him grew up well educated but severely emotionally deprived. So he doesn't use the term 'owner' as that just doesn't sit right with him, so he uses the term "guardian" to call him as such.

Cain and Abel are in their early 50s. Seth is in late 40s? or late 50s.

Pale and Eeta have known each other since they were kids.

Pale and Eeta had Innamorati in their early teens. Hänsel and Gretel were later down the line, in late teens but they "never made it".

Pale got into AREPH when he was 26

Pale had Kotus in his mid 20s with Molly (a fling). Kotus was around 5 when Molly had Raon. Pale was 29? When he and Dae had that one night stand.

Pale does view Theo as someone only he can be with. No matter what happens. Basically, Pale initially just saw him as a means of gaining insight on what it's like to feel emotions, but over time grew to care about him and found peace from their 'companionship' together. That's the best way to put it. And he shows that lightly with making small paintings, or things similar to such.

He does not have romantic feelings nor want them. He might envision himself in a romantic relationship, but he would rather have a complicated relationship then.. that.

He has complicated feelings on the love thing. He wants it, but doesn't feel the same when it's real.

Symbolism

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His animal is a lion. Quite simple honestly; courage, physical strength, and bravery for the simple view of it. Royalty, protection, leadership, wisdom, justice. All of that. And it honestly fits with Pale, in the way he's raised- his feelings to the world, relationship with Vic and Theo, and for the simple view of it being how he's in AREPH. This is a straightforward thing from the things I picked out

His solar symbol is the planet Saturn. This one I had a hard time with, but didn't want to ask and so I decided to do this all myself. But I do think that it fits. The discipline, order, and structure, plus tough or necessary lessons (karma). A symbol of it was a scythe or a sickel for the seed-sowing times and such. The order and discipline most certainly work with him.

His flower is a Begonia Saturn, sharing the same name with the planet just because I wanted to know if there was one called as such and there is! The symbolism of it. Begonias mainly mean caution and consideration, as well as good communication between different parties. It is commonly given as a gift when paying back a favour. But the Begonia Saturn means (well, all flowers meant) deep and romantic love. They were considered a representation of passion and were commonly used in love spells and potions. Additionally, begonias were seen as a symbol of fancifulness and were often used in gardens and floral displays. I think it's fitting! The Coriander, is here because of how it's connected with his sin; lust— coriander's past as a component in love potions may seem quaint, it continues to be a symbol of wellness and harmony.

His Tarot. Now this is fun. Strength mixed with the Devil. strength, determination, and power – like The Chariot. However, while The Chariot signifies outer strength and will, the Strength card speaks to the inner strength and the human spirit's ability to overcome any obstacle. Strength is about knowing you can endure life's obstacles. But I'm mainly using the reversed! Reversed Strength meaning you have limited control over your actions and your energy is out of control. This can lead to pettiness, fragility, and abuse of authority. It's very fitting for what he does and such. How he's around newcomers in AREPH, and all I suppose. And the Devil? The Devil tarot card suggests feelings of obsession, addiction, and entrapment. It can signify a sense of helplessness due to external forces or circumstances. However, it reminds you that you're responsible for your actions, and your perceived constraints are often self-imposed. This one spoke to me as Pale, because I've been connecting him with Luka quite a lot and it fits it a lot. Helplessness by external forces? It's all fitting

His Sin. Lust. Okay, so this one seems very.. apparent with what I've done with him due to the fact that he has 3 living kids and had a one night stand with Dae, who's a horny bastard. But I swear it's not just the sexual desires to fill the hole and void. I remember lightly talking about the sins of Yun once. They have gone with "bloodlust" for the lust sin. And I really like that idea, and I hope they don't mind me mentioning them here and going with that idea. And also, technically Lust is also about being damned. In Dante's Divine Comedy, the lustful are punished in the Inferno by being swept around in a whirlwind, which symbolizes their ungovernable passions. Which I think is also fitting. Ungovernable passions, power hunger. All of that

The organ symbol, I gave him. Hands. To me, organ symbols connect to the sin. While the tongue would've worked as well, hands just felt. The hands were calling. Which honestly first had me thinking that Greed would be fitting. But he's.. not that greedy. To say. Anyways, the hands. Their symbolism, being the embodiment of strength, help, protection, power, or authority. The image of the palm can symbolize order, vitality, and generosity. A hand logo can be associated with aspiration, authority and dignity, creation, and skill. And I honestly think it just fits. Plainly fits him. It connects to the Lion, to the tarot, his sin and the fact that his talent is painting! His hands are used a lot. Quite a lot.

Pale -> Theo: (a 'giggle'?) He makes me weak. I can't let him know that he does that- I still don't want to show myself ... Fully. To him. He already knows .. too much of me. He's too much.... but my type of too much. To say for the positive, and not to just wallow in those feelings. (Intimacy: 95%)

Pale -> Vic: ....I don't know why he thought what he did was okay. It's not. His disobedience.. I. I didn't like seeing the scars or what they have went thru- but. Oh, who knows what type of Utopia they have reached. (Intimacy: 54%)

^ overall: we went to ask sensitive questions to get more of his views. This is all he said

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My Evillious Chronicles friends. You will find the Adam Moonlit, Pale Noel, Kaspar Blankenheim and Gumina Glassred in him pretty easily.

[irlplasticlamb]

u never have to apologize, you’re a human being not an art machine! :) hope you’re able to do something fun or nice for yourself this week!

i appreciate it so so much thank you! that’s so very kind of you!

[revolvius]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VIC!!!

From all of us to you! ^^ @toxictoxicities

Myself, @csavii @slate021 @distant-frontier-simp @redcobraart @creaturevoiddweller @mapl3-e @ordinary-maintenence

We all wish you a very happy birthday! We love you, man! Keep up the good work!

[httpsgrace]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HI-ME!!

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine rooming with Johnny and Vic with The Relentless are on tour

If any of the Relentless' fans could see what the band's lead singer and guitarist were doing after having performed a raucous and electrifying sold-out show, they would probably get whiplash from the huge shift in tone before them.

With the band having a day off before having to travel to the next venue, fans were probably scouring the city's various clubs and bars in the hopes of running into the band at one of these places and getting lucky enough to spend the night with one of them. And if Ricky's text were any indication, then fans were, as he complained to Johnny and Vic, in a separate group chat from the band's, about how lucky the two were to not share a wall with Leo and Dylan.

The atmosphere in the duo's room was the opposite of Leo and Dylan's as Vic lay on the left side of the king-sized bed, one leg propped up as he strummed the strings of his guitar in a soft melody while Johnny lay on the right side, back resting against the headboard as he scrolled through his phone. The open middle space of the mattress was for the third occupant of the room — you — as you were finishing up getting ready for a quiet night in the bathroom.

The bathroom door opens and you exit with a shiver as you leave the heated and steam-filled room, wrapped only in a towel and damp hair spilling water droplets down your back, to make your way to your suitcase for your sleepwear. Glancing over at the bed when you hear Vic no longer strumming, you see him checking you out, his eyes following the water droplets that dripped down your hair to the valley between your cleavage, disappearing under the towel. When his gaze reaches your face, you raise your eyebrow at him and give him a wink which causes him to blush, quickly looking away and goes back to playing his guitar.

With a smile, you crouch down near the end of the bed where you placed your suitcase and begin to rifle through it.

"What are you smiling at, Johnny," You ask, having noticed him silently laughing to himself.

He raises his phone in response. "Ricky. He's been messaging the two of us and complaining about how his room is right next to Leo and Dylan's." Johnny sits up more, clears his throat, and tries to do a British accent. "I'm wearing earplugs and have the tv as high as I can have it and I can still hear those twats."

Both you and Vic laugh, partly because of Ricky's messages and partly because of Johnny's terrible accent. Vic sets his guitar beside the bed and sits up as well to join the conversation.

"Poor Ricky," You say, moving to stand again, clothes in hand.

"And that's why it's always better to be on a separate floor than those two. Learned that lesson the hard way." Johnny's face shifts into a grimace, shuddering as the memory pops into his mind.

Vic leans against the headboard, arms behind his head as a mischievous twinkle appears in his eyes. "Leo and Dylan do have the right idea though."

Johnny looks confused, not understanding Vic's implication though you do, a smile growing on your face at Vic's train of thought. "I completely agree. Why don't we burn off the extra energy from the show too?"

Vic gives you a wide grin and crawls over to you, kneeling at the end of the bed. He traces the bottom of your towel, his fingers ghosting over your thigh. "You know, I was feeling a bit jittery." He looks over his shoulder to glance at the singer. "Don't you agree?"

Johnny is quick to nod, finally understanding what the two of you are talking about, and makes his way to the both of you. Humming his agreement, he reaches over, holds the end of your towel, and gives it a gentle tug. Both he and Vic watched with mesmerized eyes as the towel falls to the floor and leaves you bare for them to gaze upon.

[victhetiredartist]

Haha happy b day for me hahaha im 20 now HAHAHA

[jasminepicksflowers]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVEEEEEEEEEEE @literary-motif

HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAY TO YOUUUUUUUUU

HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAY

TO YOUUUUUUUUUUY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR TOTIIIIIIIIII

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY BABE I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

[denimbex1986]

[marlenasblog]

Happy birthday lovee!!!😘💕❤️

[victimeyez]

Happy Birthday 🎂🥳🎁 (I also have a September birthday so I think that’s neat)

I think overall, the thing about p/v that keeps me hooked is the intensity of the whump. I’ve read other whump stories before and while what the characters go through in them is horrible, I’ve yet to find another character that goes through the kind of stuff Tommy does. The man’s life is just brutal, and as a avid horror fan I find that deeply compelling. I want him to one day get his final girl moment, even though I read early on that it’s probably not gonna happen.

I think the two whump moments that stand out the most for me so far are the meat hooks and the use of Agent Orange. The meat hooks scene was such a intense body horror moment it almost made me think about quitting, but I also couldn’t get it out of my head. I had to know what was gonna happen next to this poor dude. By contrast, the Agent Orange bit had me thinking to myself, “whelp Tommy and Caius better pray that stuff wasn’t real, otherwise their both dying of cancer lol”

Anyways I’ve rambled on enough. I hope you enjoy your birthday and that you get to do something fun with the people you love. (Tommy sure won’t lol)

Thank you, and happy birthday to you too!!!

Ooh, where to start. A few years ago, I discovered a writer online that wrote the most brutal content I had ever read. To this day, she makes my writing here look quite tame. We bonded over a mutual fandom that was difficult to find content for. One thing led to another, and I ended up helping write and edit her first original book.

I’’d never had someone before that I could talk to about enjoying really twisted stories. I was always admonished for a blossoming interest in horror by my mom, who believes horror is the work of the devil. It is still hard for me to share darker ideas. I get nervous about being judged for going too far, being too much of a freak. 

A big part of what made me decide to write Pro Vic with the design it has is that I wanted to be able to explore lots of different whump scenarios, without things getting too stale of the same things over and over. I have fun with Caius, but I can also explore whatever other forms I want to with clients in my own version of a monster-of-the-week formatting lol. Plus I can throw in extra time with Sam, or Rory, or Michelle, orrrrr whatever! As for the meat hooks and agent orange - Once again, I am sorry, and you are welcome lol. Can I blame Dead by Daylight and weirdly specific Vietnam War nightmares?

I love me a final girl! I actually have a shirt that says FINAL BOY in bloody letters lol. 

I have a long game in mind. Tommy is going through it – that’s not going to stop any time soon. But without wanting to say too much - Tommy has a future ahead of him where he plays a very different role...👀

I cannot tell you how much it blows my mind that people are actually reading this. I’m grateful for the readership, the notes, the tags, everything, I read them all a thousand times and lay on my bed kicking my feet while I write about it in my diary. Okay maybe not literally that, but mentally that is where I am. Getting to be the random person that wrote something you find compelling is the greatest badge of honor in my life. That’s not a joke. Sharing my creative passions has been the one thing I have known I wanted since I was three years old. When I was sitting on the floor of the kitchen, banging pots and pans together for drums and screaming my best “opera”.

[ptvreference]

ITS VICS BIRTHDAY!!!! PTVREFERENCE!! (also the birthday of JAWS OF LIFE!!!! AHHH!!!!) 🎉🎉🎉🎉

[steeiydan]

it is my birthday 🎂🥳🎈