* LOVELY / VICIOUS.

god help ANYONE who disrespected the queen. victoria creed. twenty six. daughter of victor creed ( logan howlett & silver fox ). mutant.

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wvdows‌:

❛  so i was pulling out of my parking spot earlier today ,  and was stopped out of nowhere by a cop . said i was driving recklessly or something . ❜ portia shook her head , taking a sip from her drink .  ❛  i’m starting to think he just has a problem with woman . especially ones behind the wheel . ❜

“i don’t understand.” it wasn’t portia’s fault, really. victoria still found herself caught up on the LITTLE things, at times. “what made you think that? surely your detainment was your fault.” 

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flowingelectricityx‌:

“There are always people who want to test that theory, really testing my belief in humanity.” Isaac then looked at her with a raised eyebrow before chuckling when he realizes she was telling a joke. He couldn’t remember the last time she joked about something the whole time he had known her. “I could? I’d be honored. I get a family discount to all your events, right?”

“i hope they don’t test it enough to break it.” it’s still jokey, but she feels pretty strong about it. victoria herself was just learning to have such a belief - she liked to think that she was learning from the people around her, such as isaac. learning to believe. learning to laugh. learning to live. even learning to make jokes of her OWN. “of course. what is it that they say?” she racked her brains, a moment, “i’ll always remember the little people, when i make it big. you’d be welcome ANY time.” 

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rcsurrecteds‌:

Like he was going to take her word for it. Like he was going to believe that she meant nothing but well-wishing and chocolate covered strawberries for Theo now, when a little under a year ago she had left him in a months-long coma. Remembering the amount of pain he had been in brought ringing to his ears and made him unbalanced, legs weak enough that running would be a difficult feat. That’s what was called petrifying fear. He stood, standing and staring, for a few brief moments, long enough for her to talk a bit, but her words might as well have been in another language. He finally got his wits about him and seized the lid of a nearby trash can and held it in front of him as a shield, while a hand dug in his pocket for his phone. “I am going to call the police,” he warned with faux-bravery that didn’t stand, his voice rising in pitch as though a hand were around his throat. “Unless you get out of here and leave me alone, and leave this whole city, state too, if you want.”

“and i could stop you.” nothing would be easier. victoria knew he didn’t have any real training. he was a sports player, but that muscle was all he had - nothing formal, nothing that taught him how to use it effectively. they had lived this before, after all, and she had WON. if she wanted to make a move, be it to snatch his phone away and stop him from calling anyone or to take him out, she COULD have. the fact that she didn’t, taking another step backwards as he brandished the trashcan lid in her direction, spoke volumes for her. “but i don’t want to. i could, and i won’t. i...” it felt almost redundant to say, but, “i won’t hurt you.” or kill him ( again ) as the case may have been. she stood her ground, only in regards to the last of his words ; chin lifting defiantly. “i won’t leave. i’m not going to. i’m living with your grandfather, and he’s....- he’s helping me. i’m not leaving now.”

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rcsurrecteds‌:

Obviously at first, the weight of the words didn’t register. They never do, always opting to carry an air of falsehood. It was for this reason that his lips remained parted without emitting a sound, his eyes forward and unblinking. The only physical feeling that he could experience as silence invaded the air around him and entered his lungs was the feeling of his blood turning to ice. “No, that’s– I don’t even know you.” However upon uttering these words they sounded silly. There was no reason to expect that Theo had known his killer, though he had been walking around with that presumption for a long time; whoever it was that had taken his life away from him had done so because of a personal reason, not as part of some act of petty robbery. Upon this understanding, it was fully within the realm of possibility that this person was being truthful in her words; there was no reason to expect differently, and anyway, he should take her confession at face value, because ignoring it could be potentially fatal. Maybe for the second time in his life, Theo felt his heart stop beating as he stared at the woman before him, and then fear replaced confusion. It didn’t happen slowly, like the turn of tide. No, it was like he was blind-sided by the tackle of a football player. He staggered backward, hands flailing to his sides as though to try and find something to grip, a weapon to hold before him in his defense. This person, this murderer, had done him in once, and she so obviously saw that, with his living breathing presence, the job had not been completed to its goal. There was only one remedy to that, in her eyes, and Theo knew this, he was a field mouse to the eyes of a circling hawk. “I- I’m going to scream,” his hoarse voice would have been useless at such a thing, but nevertheless he didn’t know how else to warn her away. The panic inside him manifested in his voice, shaky, cracking, the whimper of someone begging for their life. “I- I am going to call for the police.”

“please...” what? don’t? don’t scream, theo - stay quiet, now your murderer stands before you. it would have been a HORRIBLE thing to ask ; and it wouldn’t have been fair. he had every right to be frightened of her - every right to scream for help, if he wanted to. “i’m not going to hurt you-” this didn’t seem a good enough offering to the boy who’s heartbeat she could hear fluttering a mile a minute, who’s voice was fit to crack. she raised both hands up, palms out, and she took a step back from him - and then another. enough that she thought would make it obvious that she wasn’t here to attack him. she wasn’t trying to do that, ever again. “i don’t want to hurt you, theo. i...- i don’t want to hurt anyone. ever again.” except for one person, but that MONSTER didn’t count. “please believe me. i never wanted to hurt you.”

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danielthorson‌:

a loud gasp escaped from daniel’s lips at the sound of the woman’s offer, his hand quickly falling to his side as he slowly turned to face her. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone witnessing his many futile attempts, he avoided eye contact with her. “really? that’d be,” he started to respond, stopping before he reached the word great, as he heard the rest of her sentence. “what do you mean?”

“i mean...” she didn’t wait for his permission, especially since she decided, then and there, that daniel wasn’t likely to give it. instead - she moved in a flash, her hand gripping and with minimal effort on her part ( if anything, she should have been forgiven because they were so badly MADE ), pushing it clean off. the door swung open. “that. you’re welcome.”

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flowingelectricityx‌:

“Well, it’s hard to find anyone who is worse than Victor.” Isaac felt a bit guilty talking about it to her, of course she has dealt with worse. “That is…strangely motivational, it should be on a poster.”

“i’m sure someone exists,” after all ; someone always had it worse, didn’t they? victoria wouldn’t dare have thought otherwise, not with her experiences. “do you think so? i’m considering becoming one ; a motivational speaker, that is,” she’s only joking, but even that’s new for her. victoria had never really known what it was like to have something she could chuckle over, “maybe when i’m established you can come along. i wouldn’t dare say i could unpack your relationship with logan, but maybe i can offer something.”

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pyrcmantiic‌:

❝ fire ? no, i don’t smell anything. ❞ hands poised behind her back, she hopes they can’t see the smoke coming from that direction, lit branch still smoldering as she tries to unsuccessfully put it out without looking or moving enough to draw attention. ❝ that really is so odd. maybe someone’s having a campfire. ❞ 

“are you...” a dip appeared between her brows as she studied the other, “on fire?” surely there should have been more panic, but... victoria didn’t dare presume. maybe she was immune. 

[danielthorson]

“don’t do this to me,” daniel practically begged, as he found himself tugging at the door of the locker, trying in vain to open it. he’d always struggled when it came to combination locks, no matter what he did, he could never get them open! “i just need to get my stuff,” he added, as if his pleading would magically get the locker to open. 

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“i can get it open.” she had watched in interest for the past few minutes ; amusement crossing her expression as they both realized, at the same time, that his locker was STUCK. “but i don’t think you’ll like my methods.” 

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rcsurrecteds‌:

Her reaction didn’t strike Theo as odd. The perplexed expression was one he’d seen all too often over the past couple of weeks. He knew exactly what was going through her head, how many questions seemed to need answers, and the utter disbelief that he was actually standing there rather than in a cramped wooden box. “How much of what?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “I can remember most things throughout my life well enough, and as the days pass things get sharper.” He rubbed one of his eyes with the back of his hand, then squinted upward to examine the ceiling. “Up until recently, I couldn’t remember anything about what actually happened to me, but-”  he cut himself off, the memories difficult. Not hard, but emotionally stressful. “It was someone,” he explained ominously. “Someone attacked me. And- well, I would prefer not to relive the experience, if it’s all the same.”

“i understand.” her throat tightened. she did, and she didn’t. she wanted to, and she couldn’t. the boy she had killed - taken from his MOTHER, taken from his sister - was stood before her, alive in every way a person could be and unspeakably changed, and victoria... her instinct was to run. without a glance over her shoulder. to take off and leave, because this was - it was some sort of a message. it was some kind of sign. she didn’t belong here, and he did, and she’d... she had stolen that from him. she wanted to leave. she wanted to do anything but what she found herself doing ; words wrenched from her. “it was me.” he didn’t want to talk about that day, fine. but didn’t he... deserve to know? shouldn’t he find it out from her? “i did it. i attacked you. i kill...- i did it.” 

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flowingelectricityx‌:

‘ healthy relationships with fathers? sounds fake. ’ @ofviictories !

“Yeah…You’re not wrong.” Isaac shrugged. “I don’t think I had a healthy relationship with dad, when I didn’t always yell at him and blame him for shit he had no control over, until maybe a year ago.”

“i’m sure even at his worst, he was better than victor.” it wasn’t a game of who had it worse so much as it was an ATTEMPT to make him feel better. good fathers, it seemed, were hard to come by. “hard as i’m sure it’s been, at least you can always think ; at least i wasn’t raised to kill the family.” 

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shiftinganger‌:

Theo’s death was not the type of thing she would forgive Victoria for, not the type of thing that she could ever forgive. Certainly not now when the wound in her heart still festered. “I didn’t really get to know him, did you know that?” She asked. Tears welled in her eyes and she did her best to blink them away. A few tears ran down her face despite that. “And now he’s gone. And you are here trying to say sorry.”

“i took that from you.” she understood that feeling. after all ; hadn’t she had everything taken away from her? hadn’t she lost out on every chance she might’ve had, in life, to be... something, anything more than what she was? it was HER fault. “an apology...- doesn’t do anything. i realize that. i just...” what? wanted to try? wanted to make that EFFORT? what did it do for either of them? “i wouldn’t have done it. if i had a choice. if i could...- go back. i wouldn’t do it.” 

[magiciansladies]

Julia Wicker + favorite outfits

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cfweaponx‌:

Rowan was still unsure about a lot of things. But she trusted Logan. And he told her that Vicki was trustable too. Still, Vicki isn’t the only one looking a little lost that morning when Rowan comes into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she repeats. Smile? A beat late, she smiles at the elder girl. “Um. …Yes. Please.”

two little girls trained for murder. it was funny how broken continued to meet broken - in an all together unfunny sort of way, of course. rowan was lucky. she had gotten out. and as much jealousy as victoria might feel... “it isn’t a problem.” she moved through the kitchen with an ease she had little of, anywhere else, grabbing a cup and the jug of juice, and handng the former off to her. “hold it steady?”

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ofraynordottir‌:

Freya smiles at that. It was a strange relationship she had with Victoria, but one she valued a lot. The elder mutant never failed to make her feel protected. “Thanks. I’m okay.” She shrugs. It wasn’t easy, being brought back there, forgetting Paragon and Raynor and everything that had happened after that horrible incident. But she was doing okay. “Are you?”

the short answer was no. the long one, that she couldn’t give, was that just when she had felt as if she had moved a few step forwards, she had been set a great many back. victoria was supposed to be better than falling for hallucinations. she had to be, if she wanted to survive, and still - she had faltered. “i’m better,” it was not a lie, nor was it the whole truth - but it would do. “especially now that i’ve seen your face. i’m not...- sure, what i might have done, had anything happened to you.” 

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* closed starter for / @wclvie !

“i’m - i’m sorry-” it’s an apology WRENCHED from within her as realization dawns across her face, the claws that she had almost put to his throat in sheer terror retracting, with some hesitation, a step taken to put a respectable amount of space between them, once more. there’s a mess in the main room of his cabin that makes it obvious victoria hadn’t slept, the night before - a shelving unit purposely shoved aside so that she could huddle in the space between it and the wall, knives from the kitchen that she didn’t need resting in the makeshift nook. the minute he had stepped inside, she had taken what was almost a leap ; sure that it was VICTOR, sure that she needed to protect herself, and her heart was racing - fear absolutely palpable. “i thought -... victor. he was here, last night - he was trying to get inside, and you were at the party...- he was here, logan.”

[ofraynordottir]

@ofviictories

“Oh. Vicki. Thank god, it’s just you. You scared me.” Freya wasn’t sure who or what she’d thought it was, but after the storm she’d had nightmares about her old life and for some reason she had a feeling her subconscious thought someone had come to get her.

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“i was coming to check on you.” she would have come sooner, had she known about the mist and what it was doing to the students of paragon. if she’d had any inkling that her nightmare come to life wasn’t real...- if she’d been able to work through it, and if she had known that freya was perhaps going through something similar, she would have come sooner. “after the mist. i wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

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* closed starter for / @cfweaponx !

victoria wasn’t sure what to do, when it came to rowan. it wasn’t as if she had ever spent much time around anyone who was significantly younger than her ( not unless you counted SKYLAR, and their relationship had been unique ), and she especially wasn’t sure what to do when it came to someone that she was living with. her unsurety obvious in the way that her gaze darted, vicki allowed a little too long to tick by, following the others entering into the kitchen, before she cleared her throat. “good morning,” it was a nice enough offering. good morning. that was a nice way to start a CIVIL conversation. “would you like anything?... juice?”