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2 yrs ago
Current [wakes up from year long coma] theres another sonic movie
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3 yrs ago
to everyone waiting on a response, i'll get back to yall ASAP!! things are a little hectic rn, but i should be back to normal by monday <3
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3 yrs ago
out here judging Met Gala looks in my sweatpants like im Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada
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3 yrs ago
having a harry potter phase in 2021 because of tiktok..........this is so humiliating to my brand. sirius black brainrot
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3 yrs ago
i bet on crazy frogs

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@viktorseier
Scott and Evan should be acquaintances or friends. 🤘


lmaoo sure(if evan gets accepted, that is <3)!!

i definitely can see Evan trying to rope him in his schemes, seems like a funny dynamic



the cheater + the joker both sound pretty cool!! i'd def be up for something like this
dw about it!! all good <3 hope you had a good father's day
Viktor leaned against the counter, making no move to be useful and, in fact, actively standing in the way of the people trying to work. That's what she gets for ordering him around, now he was dead-set on making things even more difficult, whatever these things may be.

"Oh, don't you worry, you must know by now that old Tilda is all bark. What's a fat cook to do? Sit on me until I'm squished to death?" The young bastard smiled between Poppy and Tilda. His mean words were as sure to come as the sun was sure to rise, other's aggravation seemed to be Viktor's fuel for waking up in the morning. Still, despite all he says to her, it was obvious the insults didn't translate in how he actually felt about the cook- if he truly had any distaste for old Tilda, all he had to do was put in a word with his father and have her thrown out. He hadn't done anything like that after all these years, hence why he stood in the kitchen exchanging barbed words with her.

"Poppy, my dear," He turned his gaze to the freckled lass, using the words he knew would distract her most from the task at hand "What is it you said about the Princess?"

Poppy appeared to be the only girl in the whole North stupid enough to prefer a boney thing like him than the likes of his brothers. Of course, he never did anything about, she'd be much luckier throwing herself at Marius or Lucio, they'd have her in no time. But he had his uses for her, seeing as the best source of information is the one that is eager to give it all up.
Viktor was always fond of waking up in the early hours of morning. There was a small sense of superiority in it, something small and meaningless to boost his ego, just the simple knowledge that his lazy brothers and useless sisters couldn't even manage to do that. Anyhow, the feeling didn't last long- he caught a glimpse of his window, and the twilight that struggled to be seen. His room was halfway underground, a compromise reached by his father and the Lady of the House. Viktor sleeping anywhere near her children's chambers would be a grave insult that would not be tolerated, and Viktor sleeping below the manor with the staff was an insult to Lord Erikson's blood. An easy answer was found: a tiny, damp, freezing room between two sets of stairs: halfway below ground, halfway up. He hated it, and smiled at the horrible little window like it was the most beautiful sight in the whole North.

Feet on the cold, stone ground, he got up and dressed himself, in blue and silver. He looked back at the sight on the old mirror that decorated his walls. Appearance would be the only luxury a bastard like him held onto. Thin, and long, and with his limbs too slender and lanky, he would never look like a proper Northern brute, but he could do something even better, he could look expensive, regal. Who would look at someone like him and think him a product of unholiness? He smiled at his own reflection, a smile that everybody hated.

Long legs carrying him down the stairs, Viktor adjusted his gloves as his feet stepped onto the main hall, his long, dark mane of hair slicked back. He liked to start the day by seeing how much he could aggravate the staff. This wasn't entirely malicious, as he preferred them eons better than the brats he shared part of his blood with, but being a nuisance always put him in the right mood. Besides, he was the only member of the family who would step into the kitchen out of his own free will, he must take advantage of that as much as he can.

"Quite the commotion, at an hour like this." Viktor walked in, smile big and white and irreverent across his face "You mustn't tell me you let the hounds eat Ola's special sweets again." This had, in fact, happened once, and had been entirely his doing.
its all good, dw about it at all!! <3
@viktorseierI will be posting tomorrow night an opening post for you. Hopefully it will generate more activity.

@SilentfeatherThe only thing you need to fix is that you have she has dark skin in the physical description but that she has pale skin under your skin section. Fix it one way or the other and take out the Gun specialty (there are no guns) and you are good to post your character.


all good!! im excited <3
this seems really cool!! definitely piqued my interest. i'll try to give that link a read and start working on a character, if that's cool <3
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