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A 25+ private, medium activity, highly selective independent roleplay blog for an original character, VIKTORYA PETROVA, from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES lore. Casted by Kenz ( she/her • PST • 27 )

[victorylost]

#VICTORYLOST : a study in when guilt breeds rot, walking a tightrope between cruelty and compassion, keeping the madness within, and above all—earning forgiveness, especially from oneself.

A 25+ private, medium activity, highly selective independent roleplay blog for an original character VIKTORYA PETROVA from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES lore. Casted by Kenz ( she/her • PST • 27 )

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also found at rebxkahs + stxrubys + bledeath

[victorylost]

OOC;

Been kinda shit lately, but I’m hoping to return soon. <3 she says, knowing full well shit could go sideways again.

[victorylost]

Get to know Kenz!

nickname(s): Kenz, Vik (by my sister), Little Girl (if anyone calls me this I will kil them)

zodiac: Virgo Sun, Libra Moon, Sag rising + Leo signature

last movie i saw: New Moon

last thing i googled: ....That's private

favourite musician: Taylor Momsen of The Pretty Reckless (And, sadly, Marilyn Manson)

song stuck in my head: King Park by La Dispute

other blogs:@stxrubys @bledeath @rebxkahs @darkestbeaty

do i get asks: Rarely, CHANGE THAT

following: the hoes

amount of sleep: if I don't get 9 hours, it's everyone's problem

lucky number: 3 + 333

what i’m wearing: Purple pants + a Disturbed oversized t-shirt

dream job: Actress

dream trip: I want to go everywhere once.

favourite food: Sushi

play any instruments: Organ, but the flute/guitar as that's what I can play (in order).

languages: English, Latin, minor Russian, and I know when I'm being insulted in French.

favourite songs: Coma White - Marilyn Manson / Under the Water - The Pretty Reckless / Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

random fact: My left arm grew back wrong and I can pop it out of place

describe yourself as aesthetic things: That's always for the audience to decide ;)

Tagged by: @malka-lisitsa Tagging: Y O U

[malka-lisitsa]

No time for anything in the split second everything happened. She was suddenly in the SUV and being told to put her seatbelt on. Everything was like a dull roar in her ear. Nothing registered, everything was blurry besides the clear image of Vik. Viktorya. Her sister. The sister she thought was DEAD. The sister she hasn't seen in 500 years. The sister she thought died long before she even got out of england.

That was the woman that had nearly hit her with the car.

That was the woman now driving like a bat out of hell down the byway.

Vik. It's Vik. It's her sister.

Which means she's alive. Which means she has been this whole time. Which means-

"What the FUCK?" Katherine snapped. "You better hope to god you're an illusion brought on by some forest cold I caught or I'm going to kick your fucking ass."

A whirlwind of emotion started in Katherine's chest. Too many to properly identify, all just as intense as the next so the only thing she knew to do was pick the easiest one to express. The easiest one to handle. Anger. Anger, because it was easier than feeling the hurt from the reality that she hasn't been alone this whole time, and her sister was alive and just never thought to tell Katherine.

Maybe she had gotten sick of taking care of her when they were kids. Maybe she really did hold Katerina responsible for every time she stepped in to take the rest of a beating for her. Maybe Vik had lied when she said she could never resent Katerina for their father's choices. Maybe she had just been waiting to escape so she never had to deal with her again. Which hurt less, and more at the same time.

[victorylost]

Vik took a large breath in. Her own head was spinning. Admittedly, it was easier to let Katerina think she was dead. How could she explain that it there was more to it than they both imagined? That the Petrova bloodline went deeper than they anticipated? That she was breaking her own rules by being here? Most of all, the best of excuses didn't absolve her from blame. Viktorya's jaw set.

"I fear I am not an illusion, though I do understand that I would be unwelcome." The words left her lips with the pain of an animal caught in a hunter's snare. "I'm sure you have many questions, and I intend on answering them, but I do find mine to be more pressing." A sharp intake of breath. "Do you know who is after you? Do you understand the peril you are under?" While the twin connection was on life support, she still felt the fact that Katerina was compromised. She just didn't understand the extent, and that rattled her far more than the impromptu reunion.

"I will answer any and all of your questions, as long as you answer mine." Her eyes never left the windshield view, and everything came from an all too familiar mechanism. Old wounds replacing new, she was Viktorya Petrova, not whoever she pretended to be. This was Katerina. She wouldn't negotiate. The ball was in Katerina's court, as it always should've been.

"What is the reason for your flight now, Katerina?" It was easier, somehow, with Katerina being human, to be human with her.

[victorylost]

This is a permanent starter call, so like if you want Viktorya to terrorize your muse. As always, multis, please specify.

[baby-royalty-heir]

"Eat cake, get laid?"

"Eat? Cake? Get laid???"

[victorylost]

" – are you on acid, Elizabeth?"

"More importantly... without me?"

[malka-lisitsa]

@victorylost in case you haven't cried today here I am to ruin your life again.

[victorylost]

This is a permanent starter call, so like if you want Viktorya to terrorize your muse. As always, multis, please specify.

[brendanfraserss]

Megan Fox As Mikaela Banes In

TRANSFORMERS (2007)

[deadstonia]

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ hard conversations starters

for those hard conversations you have to have sometimes. romantic, platonic, familial, & a few others!

i  don't  know  how  to  say  this  without  hurting  you.

you've  been  so  different  lately...

i've  been  trying  to  say  this  for  a  while  now.

i  know  i  messed  up.  i  just  need  you  to  listen.

did  you  fall  out  of  love  with  me?

you  don't  have  to  forgive  me.

at  what  point  did  you  decide  i  wasn't  worth  the  effort?

why  didn't  you  tell  me?

why  is  love  in  this  family  always  conditional?

please  just  say  something.

i've  spent  my  whole  life  trying  to  be  enough  for  you.

i'm  scared  if  we  talk  about  this,  we're  going  to  fall  apart.

do  you  even  want  to  fix  this  anymore?

you  were  supposed  to  be  the  one  person  who  wouldn't  give  up  on  me!

tell  me  what  to  do.  tell  me  what  you  need.

if  this  is  the  end,  i  want  to  hear  you  say  it.

i'm  scared  you're  only  here  because  it's  easier  to  stay.

i  can't  keep  pretending  nothing  happened.

you  left  me  to  clean  up  the  pieces  of  what  you  broke.

you  act  like  you're  fine  but  i  can  tell  you're  not.

i  can't  keep  holding  this  in  anymore.

it  feels  like  you  don't  need  me  anymore.

was  it  easier  to  ghost  me  than  admit  you  gave  up?

say  it.  say  you  never  loved  me.

when  did  we  stop  being  on  the  same  side?

sometimes  i  wish  i'd  never  met  you.

loving  someone  isn't  supposed  to  feel  like  this.

why  is  it  so  hard  to  talk  to  you  without  feeling  small?

i'm  tired  of  being  the  one  who  holds  it  all  together.

if  you  cared,  you  would've  stayed.

i'm  trying  to  learn  how  to  forgive  you.

[gl1tt3rgh0ul]

can feel the decay of my heart seeping out through my ribs

[victorylost]

Parental Wounds

Viktorya sighed as she pondered this subject; a pull from her martini was taken, whether for courage or comfort–even Viktorya herself did not know. Her parents have always been a horrible topic of conversation, more so her father. Her mother wasn't without sin, of course, but she was a victim of her father, too.

"My father was a vile beast of a man. If I were a better woman, I would pretend to be the least bit saddened by his passing–I am not. I wish I could have seen his bloody corpse." Her eyes glazed over in a violent haze as she spoke. She did not mean that–not really. The mask spoke, not the woman beneath it. No, there was still love there. The stories her mother would share of his family were reason enough for his disgusting behavior, right? Violence was just in him, her mother would say. Cursed by a magical lineage that he protected us from. The abuse, in his eyes, was how you treated children. How he was treated. But that was no excuse, Viktorya thought forcefully. If she could procreate, which even as a human she vowed never to do, there was nothing they could do that could inspire her to lay a finger on them.

Her thoughts drifted towards her mother. It pained her to think of her for too long. As a child, she adored her mother, but in her adolescence, she slowly grew resentful. How dare she marry that horrific man and bear children with him? How dare she take his side over hers, time and time again? Coward, she thought viciously. Viktorya's eyes stung a bit, tears forming. After all, she was permanently stuck at 22. Forever a brand new false adult. An enigma of having freedom, but lacking the faculties to do anything with it. She blinked away the wetness, taking a long sip from her drink again.

Focusing on the good in her mother, she softened a bit in her tone, "My mother was exactly the type of mother you wanted when you were a child. Playful, wise, and kindhearted. Never had a bad word to say about anyone." While staring down into her liquor, she almost whispered, "I miss her. I miss her more than I ever dreamed possible. It builds every day," and so does the guilt, she added in her head. Her eyes filled again as she whispered to her mother, "I miss you, мама. I'm sorry for the disappointment. I'm sorry I wasn't there for my sisters–for you. I'm sorry. It's all my fault." She reached down to her mother's necklace, a silver-plated amethyst home. "Please, forgive me."

[rholsof-film]

Megan Fox as Jennifer Check

Jennifer’s Body (2009)

[cassketts]

I hate that I’m like this. I hate that I care this much. I hate that a single thought can ruin my entire week. I hate that i react this way. Does this ever end?

[forest-woman]

[oncesacred]

" someone is a tad cranky today. "

[victorylost]

Viktorya's head snapped up, and quickly her shoulders relaxed. "Oh, hello, Pearl." She waved her hand towards her alter space, "If you're here for the odds and ends, I'm sure I have something you'll find interesting." One thing about Viktorya–she was a bit of a hoarder when it came to the rarer herbs and crystals. You could never be too prepared for a spell.

"Unless there's another reason you're here...?"