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@crookedhunter
Waiting for the sky to open up, and pour out a bucket full of luck. Luck you gotta make, it’s not given to ya, So get it done before the devil has time to do ya.
21+, low activity. may include sensitive material. reader discretion is advised.
carrd info.
.:ooc
Thought of the day: Do I really want to pump my energy into trying to establish a female OC on this godforsaken website and actually find a community to write with?
Vicky: Can I have some eggnog?
Co-Worker: ...wait, aren't you underage?
Vicky: I'm old enough to regularily be sent on supernatural suicide missions. I think I deserve a drink. *starts chugging eggnog*
Adelaide: Anybody know how many calories there are in eggnog?
Vicky: A lot.
Adelaide: ....keep drinking, honey.
IG : Vanilla Syndrome
IG : The Neko Soft Grunge
Nanouk: *offers Vicky a chocolate cake for her birthday*
Nanouk: We baked something special into it :D
Vicky: ...o..kay?
Nanouk: Don't worry, it's very mild.
Vicky:
Adelaide: *whispers* It's love!
Adelaide to Aradia: It's fine, sugar. We're a family. We protect each other. Nanouk protected you. Vicky protected you-
Me: Vicky didn't protect shit.
Me: She protected a bag of bones.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 . ( sentence starters originating from season one of ‘ the good place ’ . adjust pronouns as necessary , mature themes are present! )
❛ oh , one question. where am i , who are you , and what’s going on ? ❜ ❛ cool . cool . i have some questions . ❜ ❛ are you sure you want to hear ? ❜ ❛ cool , bring it in , man ! ❜ ❛ you’ll stand by my side no matter what , right ? ❜ ❛ promise me . say it : “ i promise i will never betray you for any reason ” ❜ ❛ somebody forked up . ❜ ❛ i mean , you do get how that’s worse , right ? ❜ ❛ maybe it’s not … ACTUALLY all that bad . ❜ ❛ i’m just asking you to fudge a little bit ! ❜ ❛ i have a stomachache . ❜ ❛ that’s ‘ fun ’ . ❜ ❛ okay , that’s really specific and makes me think that you definitely did do that . ❜ ❛ what a condescending bench . ❜ ❛ let’s just face it , [ name ] , you don’t belong here ! ❜ ❛ this is a putrid , disgusting bowl of ethical soup . ❜ ❛ that was my first time as a fashion “ don’t ” and i was NOT here for it . ❜ ❛ you’re the most self - obsessed person i’ve ever met . ❜ ❛ time to pick a designated driver . ❜ ❛ before you say anything … that’s it , i just don’t want you to say anything . ❜ ❛ we’re gonna bang it out . ❜ ❛ okay , i won’t let you down … starting now . ❜ ❛ remind me what i’m getting out of this again ? ❜ ❛ oh , so NOW i’m supposed to be nice and make friends ? ❜ ❛ i’m telling you , [ name’s ] out to get me . ❜ ❛ i’ve got something you could slip into . ❜ ❛ of course , the opposite might be true . ❜ ❛ huh ! what do you think that means ? ❜ ❛ throwing sand is an excellent way to put out a vodka fire . ❜ ❛ good people make me insecure . ❜ ❛ i would LOVE not to listen to you . ❜ ❛ that’s a very , very bad idea . do NOT be yourself . ❜ ❛ i said a lot of other nice things , toughen up , nerd . ❜ ❛ it’s nothing , it’s a tiny little inconvenience . ❜ ❛ dude , you’re hiding something ! what’s wrong ? ❜ ❛ what’s wrong , what’s wrong , what’s wrong , what’s wrong ? ❜ ❛ what have you done to me , you monster ? ❜ ❛ you are … unbelievable . ❜ ❛ get your story straight , bro . ❜ ❛ i am VEXED , [ name ] . ❜ ❛ you have nothing to prove , not to anybody . ❜ ❛ i know we’ll never be soul mates , but we’re friends . ❜ ❛ i’ve never actually done this before , it was a theoretical fantasy - ❜ ❛ ‘ dEspitE yOuR cONsTaNt MocKerY ~ ’ ❜ ❛ i once posed as a hot prom date for my cousin . ❜ ❛ i even watched all ten seasons of the show ‘friends’ . ❜ ❛ if i feel sympathy for anybody , it’s [ name ] . ❜ ❛ what is all this junk ? ❜ ❛ you devious little monsters , you . ❜ ❛ you have a very ‘ psycho burnout guy mumbling to himself at a library computer ’ type of vibe . ❜ ❛ this is gonna help both of us ! ❜ ❛ we should keep our eyes peeled for twigs who may have a nefarious agenda . ❜ ❛ i just ethic’d you in the face ! ❜ ❛ lies are like tigers . they are BAD . ❜ ❛ we need to cancel this party immediately . ❜ ❛ why do bad things always happen to mediocre people who are lying about their identities ? ❜ ❛ the ends justify the means . ❜ ❛ what are you talking about ?? it’s SO easy to live with a lie . ❜ ❛ i’m not supposed to be here . ❜ ❛ you forgot your own birthday ? ❜ ❛ alright , i will . for you . ❜ ❛ can’t we just chalk this up to a hilarious mistake and move on ? ❜ ❛ can we … skip around , and circle back ? ❜ ❛ why is everyone so jealous of me ? ❜ ❛ oh , hello - you look like a piece of crap . ❜ ❛ hey now , come on , let’s not insult people . ❜ ❛ go get me a drink . ❜ ❛ somebody made a person out of wet mulch and leaves and like … dead slugs , and that’s you . ❜ ❛ did you two go to pound town ? ❜ ❛ i’m better than i used to be . ❜ ❛ alright , i have to ask . is this thing gonna happen ? you and me ? ❜ ❛ you need to stand up for yourself ! ❜ ❛ you’re barely even a regular , functioning person ! ❜ ❛ woah woah woah , you think i’m into [ name ] ? ❜ ❛ i need to step outside for … some air . i will not be back for … many days . ❜ ❛ why are you so nice to me ? ❜ ❛ oh good , you’re back . ❜ ❛ pobody’s nerfect . ❜ ❛ well , the nightmare continues . ❜ ❛ i’m a moron ! ❜ ❛ that’s … not great for my case . ❜ ❛ i’ve ruled the fart inadmissible as evidence . ❜ ❛ now i’m bored . walking is dumb . ❜ ❛ i’m gonna need a drink … or three . ❜ ❛ i only cared about making money and doing cocaine . ❜ ❛ there’s no time for any of that morality nonsense , sweetheart . ❜ ❛ this way , i don’t owe you anything - you don’t owe me anything . ❜ ❛ we MUST remain emotionless . i’m talking kristen stewart on the red carpet . ❜ ❛ please , i’m begging you , please . ❜ ❛ does your brain work , actually ? do you have a functioning head ? ❜ ❛ sorry , [ name ] , but i can’t let us leave . ❜ ❛ what are you DOING , you goon ? ❜ ❛ that’s what you think hell is ? ❜ ❛ it’s scary , like the movie ratatouille . ❜ ❛ oh , that’s a joint . ❜ ❛ REAL weird vibe in here . ❜ ❛ i was definitely expecting some applause . ❜ ❛ in my opinion , which is objective fact in this case and all cases ever … ❜ ❛ i’m not going , i don’t wanna . ❜ ❛ it is literally impossible for me to do that . ❜ ❛ well - it’s been real , dawg . ❜ ❛ i feel like i’ve failed you . ❜ ❛ i was dropped into a cave , and … you were my flashlight . ❜ ❛ we can be together , away from everyone else . ❜ ❛ holy motherforking shirtballs . ❜ ❛ man , this is torture . ❜ ❛ you ruined everything , you know that ? ❜ ❛ i was so close to pulling it off ! ❜ ❛ it’s actually a filthy dumpster of our worth anxieties . ❜ ❛ i’m surrounded by people who are literally better than me . ❜ ❛ you don’t love me ? ❜ ❛ this was supposed to be my big moment ! ❜ ❛ dammit , [ name ] . you are the WORST , and you can all suck it . ❜ ❛ you had no idea i was gonna do that ! ❜ ❛ yeah , that came out of nowhere . ❜ ❛ oh … but it didn’t matter . because my motivations were corrupt . ❜ ❛ there’s something you don’t know about me . ❜ ❛ the only thing you succeeded in doing was bringing us all together . ❜ ❛ uh … next time ? ❜ ❛ if this thing goes sideways again , you are DONE . ❜ ❛ UGH , you’re useless ! ❜ ❛ alright , let’s try again , shall we ? ❜ ❛ YA BASIC . ❜ ❛ hold that thought . is it okay if i go work out ? ❜ ❛ i think this is yours . ❜
thiiirdborn:
𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. at least not in this side of his business endeavors where the gazes of customers are usually haunted in one sense or another, burdened with sadness and that all star favorite, grief. in the witch’s estimation the eyes on @crookedhunter look different, less saddled with an immediate need for reassurance. scarred brow quirks and he nods at the stranger on the other side of the counter. “ hey, hi. you found somebody. how can i help you ? ”
A quick estimate of the young woman standing by the desk sufficed to confirm that she was not your average customer indeed. At least Vicky highly doubted that the mourning widows and daughters of the recently deceased often came to pick out coffins dressed like the poor lovechild of Doja Cat and Billie Eilish. Then again, she was used to sticking out like a sore thumb. Sometimes, she even enjoyed it. Forcing the world to acknowledge her presence could be a simple but oddly satisfying power move.
Standing there, in her black fishnets and oversized hoodie, jaws working relentlessly on a piece of gum that had completely lost all flavour hours ago, she allowed her gaze to travel over the unobtrusive interior of the funeral home. Her face betrayed neither depression nor urgency, but a sense of mild discomfort tugged at her brows. Vicky had no issues with death, really. Something about the clean and almost ritualistic organisation of grief displayed in this room did not sit right with her though. Death was not organised. Grief was not clean. It was messy and ugly and chaotic - quiet maybe, for some, but never structured, no matter what psychologists would try to make you believe. Drawing a slow and deliberate breath, she turned back to the guy in front of her.
“I’m looking for a friend of mine.”, she explained. It was a downright lie, and Vicky wasn’t the best at those. Still, her story made enough sense, she thought, that most people would find no reason to question it.
“Kenny Powell. His mother is dying of cancer, and he hasn’t been home in a few days. Last time I talked to him he said he still had some stuff to sort out with the mortician and would meet me later, but he never showed up. Not sure if he was... uh... what would you call it?” She waved her hand in vague circles. “Working with you? But none of the other morticians in the area have heard of him. So maybe you can help me? I’m trying to figure out where he is.”
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Still thinking about how, during the second session of her campaign, Vicky witnessed the soul of a deceased 7 year old 19th century boy possess the body of a random teenage amateur ghost hunter. She then followed said possessed teenager to the graveyard, watched him bury the bones of his deceased Victorian sister, then let him walk away freely into the great wide somewhere because of pity and a strange sort of self-projection (not without giving him her phone number and some advice on how to hide from authorities, of course). A (now dead) teenager possessed by a 7 year old child born 200 years ago. And she just lets him go.
God. I can’t wait to see what kinda shit she’s yet to get herself into. Girl got a million brain cells and chooses to use none of them. I love it.
IG : Metroapero
IG : The Neko Soft Grunge
T-shirt : @velvet.thorns.cl (IG)
Boots : New Rock
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Updated the rules and data pages on Vicky’s carrd. I added some more disclaimers for sensitive topics and also a more in depth backstory of who Vicky is, and how she came to join the ERRATAS institute.
by alexis_szyd
*: ･ﾟ✧ 90 loaded questions / interview the muse.
found on this website, so credit goes to them.
What’s your favorite strategy for avoiding tough situations?
How often do you do things just for the attention?
Would you prefer to be manipulated or to be the manipulator?
What is something someone always tells you to do more of?
What is something someone always tells you to do less of?
Who do you look to blame when things go wrong?
What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish was true?
What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish wasn’t true?
When was the last time you lied to protect your image?
How often do you put on a happy face when you’re really not feeling it?
When do you think you began putting your guard up so much?
Who made you feel most anxious when you were a kid?
How do you speak about others when they’re not around?
What aspect of your life are you most delusional about?
How often do your admit you were wrong?
Which one of your biggest flaws do you like to rationalize the most?
Is it your fear of commitment or your fear of intimacy that makes you shut down more?
At what stage of a relationship are you most likely to withdraw emotionally?
What is the one compliment you always get that you’re too embarrassed to accept, so you deflect it?
What would someone say is your worst habit?
What is the one insecurity you are pretty sure has some basis in reality?
When was the last time you felt really insecure about the parts of yourself you pretend don’t exist?
What is the most interesting white lie you’ve told?
Do you ever feel like an imposter?
Do your friends know how competitive you are?
What’s the hardest thing about being rejected?
How do you deal when you know you’re being irrationally jealous?
How do you deal when you know someone’s not willing to give you what you want?
Are you ever afraid of people knowing who you really are?
If you went to a therapist today, what would they say is holding you back the most?
When was the last time you lowered your standards just to get someone else’s approval?
Is your need for revenge greater than your need for peace?
Have you stopped trying to control things yet?
Which parts of yourself do you still seek validation for?
How do you cope with being unfairly ignored?
Do you like punishing yourself for things that are out of your control?
What does someone say is your biggest problem when communicating?
Are you okay with not knowing what happens next?
Will you ever feel okay with being imperfect?
Does sabotaging yourself give you an odd sense of comfort?
How do you feel about being disliked by some people?
What’s the strangest thing you’ve done just to avoid failure?
What is the biggest risk you’ve taken just to prove yourself?
What’s the boldest thing you do every day, just to feel like you’re still in control?
What accusation would you defend yourself most fiercely against, even though you know it’s true?
What’s the most toxic thing about yourself you actually kind of secretly like?
How much do you enjoy being in control?
When do you give yourself permission to lose control?
What guilty pleasure are you currently justifying to yourself?
What is the most passive-aggressive way you’ve dealt with your rage?
What is the pettiest and most immature way you’ve avoided losing face?
What’s the worst habit you have that rewards you the most?
How do you get your needs met when you’re alone?
What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve done to please people?
What is the most ridiculous way you’ve rebelled?
What’s your favorite way to channel your aggression?
How do you cope with being betrayed?
Are you okay with disliking someone?
What is your favorite form of self-destruction?
What’s the one thing you struggle most to manifest in your life?
What’s the one thing that you manifest so easily, people are jealous of it?
What’s the most irrational reason you’ve ever had for disliking someone?
What is one fear that you’d be ashamed of your friends knowing about?
Which one of your deepest secrets do you think is the least common?
How do people normally find out you hate them?
What is your go-to strategy to deflect criticism, even constructive criticism?
What is one thing people always get wrong about you?
What emotion motivates you the most when you’re down?
What emotion makes you want to give up?
Are people shocked when you stand up for yourself?
How often do you say yes to the things you really want to say yes to?
How often do you say no to the things that make your skin crawl?
How far are you willing to go to maintain a relationship, even an unhealthy one?
What is the worst way someone’s ever abandoned you?
What is the worst way you’ve ever abandoned yourself?
How do you entertain yourself when you’re not around people?
Are you happier alone because you enjoy being alone or because you prefer it to being surrounded by horrible people?
What habit do you know you could quit but don’t want to?
What is your favorite strategy for avoiding difficult people?
What is your favorite strategy for avoiding conflict?
What is the weirdest thing that gets you angry?
What is the weirdest thing that makes you sad?
How often do you take responsibility for other people’s crappy behavior?
When are you most likely to shut people out?
Which insecurity would shock people if they knew about it?
What do you find yourself justifying to people, even when no justification is needed?
When was the last time you tried to please someone who made you angry?
What do people often tell you need to focus more on?
What do people often tell you need to focus less on?
What is the one thing that could make you happy, but you refuse to do it because you’re afraid of what others would think?
tonnrre:
It is rare that Balthazar graces him with his presence, so preoccupied is he with the administration of the institute that employes ( or rather, employed, in his case ) all manner of discerning minds, those who chase the truth even through the cacophony of naysayers and skeptics alike. Rarer still that he is permitted to be in the company of visitors, so often ushered into a backroom and relegated to silence. This is the first time he’s met anyone within these walls who is not his estranged caretaker.
Roland watches curiously as the young woman retracts her hand from the knob of the door, stuttering and stumbling over her own words. Strange; he hadn’t expected burglary to be an issue here, not in a place so secure, overseen by a man of Balthazar’s paygrade and paranoia. So — not burglary, then. She asks him who he is, as if he’s the outsider, the foreign inhabitant who has invaded this living space. Perhaps he is; she had seemed to know her footing, understood exactly where to go as she rounded furniture and fiddled with locks.
“Roland,” he grunts, easing away from where his shoulder is braced against the doorframe. He doesn’t feel inclined to offer much more than that. The man cannot imagine that his surname would mean anything to her, that she would care about anything more than his name and his intentions as he glowers down at her. She knows enough to know that he is not meant to be here. Curious.
“An’ who’re you?” He doesn’t feel any sense of ownership over this space. Rather, his bristling comes from the latent protectiveness, the vigilance of protection that would have only been amplified by Balthazar’s presence. Roland does not imagine that his voice is threatening, though perhaps his physical presence accounts for that all on its own. He uncrosses his arms and cants his head to the side. He has a habit of doing that quite a bit, he’s come to realize.
“You don’t have to look so spooked, m’not gonna…” Roland shakes his head, huffs out a sigh. Not gonna what, exactly? He’d been bread for violent tendencies. He assumes that’s what he’s been revived for. He just doesn’t feel the need.
“What’re you doin’ here?”
Yeah, not gonna what, exactly?
She observed the unfinished sentence hanging in the air between them. Vicky wasn’t scared - not of the man, not technically, although she knew better than to underestimate even an ordinary face. She was quick, she was small, and she had faced a sufficient amount of lethal threats to trust that her survival instincts would tap her on the shoulder in time to make a getaway. Something about the colour of their eyes, and the movement of their bodies. Escalation never arrived without warning, however subtle it might be. At least for now, the stranger did not appear to ready himself for the pounce.
Still. Cowering slightly, dark eyes wide with attention and her voice barely rising above the noise of the air condition, Vicky tried to give her best impression of a frightened child, ready to cry her little heart out if spoken to with any hint of increased volume. A fairly unpracticed trick, if she was to be honest. Appealing to the hearts of other people was not her greatest strength. But maybe, if only she could submerge herself in the thought of Balthazar finding out about all of this, she could make up what she lacked in acting skills with a drop of genuine despair.
“M-Maria", she squeaked, perhaps a little too high-pitched, her eyes closely observing his every movement. “And I-I was just...uh, I mean-”
In rapid succession, she tried to piece together what little information she had about the guy so far. Balthazar had never mentioned a Roland. That alone did not mean much, he never mentioned anyone or anything unrelated to their immediate line of work. A private matter, then. Why else would this man be staying here, in Balthazar’s private quarters? The institute offered plenty of safe spots to house whatever guest or prisoner they had. Which of these categories Roland belonged to she could not quite tell, but seeing as the apartment door had been locked (and judging from the institute’s general habits), Vicky felt more inclined towards the latter.
Then again, Balthazar’s home seemed absolutely spotless. Not exactly the cage of a creature entirely unwilling to stay - and she knew from experience what that looked like. Either her boss was blackmailing the guy... or they shared a common interest in hiding Roland away. Interesting. From here on, Vicky knew that the success of her following move would depend entirely on this particular unsolved puzzle. Without taking her eyes off the stranger, she braced herself.
“I noticed that Balthazar was acting strange, a-and, uh... I heard some weird noise the other day when I came down here, and I thought-” Here it comes.
“I-I was worried that maybe... maybe he’s in trouble.”
you flirting: hey beautiful
me flirting:
