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viktcria-blog · 5 years
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brook → vik
brooklyn: joints on the balcony if you're not interested in baked goods.
viktoria: so my choices are baked goods or "baked" goods
viktoria: sugar > your presumably shitty weed
viktoria: my mind cannot be changed
viktoria: change my mind though
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weyerhaeuser ballroom, providence college closed to @birdieklein​  
vik had woken up at a quarter to noon ( which was to say, “ on time “, but the phrase made itself obsolete in the second it took to think it — whose time ? why ? did the expectations of providence college’s governing body bear any weight ? absolutely not. ) and they were dressing for tea ( which was to say, they were wearing a pair of knee length boots and nothing else, standing in front of their mirror stark and naked ) when it had all collapsed ( which was to say that they had realised that punctuality was a virtue and virtuosity was not to be expected from them. ever. )
lateness suited her better anyway. eyes tended to follow stragglers, rare intelopers in the heart of the lion’s den who were either so rich they had never had to be “ on time “ to anything in their lives or poorly bred little fuckers with no manners. vik fell into the later category, presumably, though at times the first had applied itself as well.
they slid into the seat marked with their name, taking stock of the person across the table. flame-red hair. cute little nose. not someone they recognised at first glance. that was moderately unsettling, but half the people she knew at providence she knew only as blurred shapes at parties. 
vik leaned into the table, their chin in their palm. “ who might you be, and why are we sitting together ?”
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stellaluna • viktoria “vik” • aaland s u l l i v a n
icy breezes float across naked flesh as melodies coated in melancholia float across stale air. useless factoids trail across their mind, she traces patterns against florals sitting in tepid water. she strokes the neck of an empty champagne bottle, shatters it against marble. they say it’s all too much, the thought beckons bumps to rise against her skin.
d e m o g r a p h i c s
full name: stellaluna viktoria “vik” aaland
age: twenty-one 
sexuality: bisexual 
gender: demiwoman / she & they
major & minor: psychology ( major ) & anthropology ( minor )
♪ icy — kim petras
family • history • connections • plots  under the cut & exhaustive
f a m i l y
                father ( adoptive / deceased )                                   mother ( adoptive )                    peter aaland ( sol invictus )                             camille aaland ( née bordelais )
                                                    grandmother ( adoptive )                                      vikoria “angelique” bordelais ( née eriksson )
( cancer / death tw for everything below this warning )
• their father was a musician who went by the alias “sol invictus” ( after the roman sun god ), his band, invincible, was extremely successful in the late eighties / early nineties and has some classics ( the most helpful comparison i have for sol is kurt cobain mixed with alex turner and flung back to the 90s. )
he was diagnosed with cancer when vik was a child, and became involved with a faith healer and his cult ( the sun’s chosen children ) before his death. after his death, there was a vicious battle over his estate, as he left everything to the cult and its manipulative leader. this is a dark chapter of vik’s life, and she didn’t entirely understand what was going on due to her young age, just that her father was dead and it ruined her mother. sol’s involvement with the chosen children was the subject of much tabloid gossip, and so was the legal battle.
• her mother was a model and the daughter of a swedish-french film star ( the original viktoria ) who married an “english screenwriter with a french name.” camille is very fond of horses and horse racing and has spent large parts of her life on stud farms ( including her own parents’ stud in england, where her mother retired to ), and currently lives on one in mexico, somewhat close to mexico city.
• viktoria is adopted, she was born in sweden  ( which both of her adoptive parents had a connection to ) and placed for adoption by her birth parents shortly after. they don’t particularly care to know anything about their birth parents, and haven’t made any effort to seek them out. they were adopted when they were two years old, so they retain some vague memories of the orphanage, but they can’t speak swedish anymore.
h i s t o r y
places lived
stockholm ( childhood )
tokyo ( childhood )
los angeles / new york city ( childhood )
oxfordshire ( childhood / as a teenager )
mexico city / valley of mexico ( as a teenager )
paris ( to attend the paris opera’s ballet academy, as a teenager )
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being a rockstar’s child had its difficulties and successes. vik was always the coolest child in any given room ( at least, by default ) but she spent most of her childhood in impermanent places: tokyo ( two years while sol & invincible were recording a reunion album ), los angeles and nyc ( whenever her father’s profession demanded it ), oxfordshire with her mother and grandmother, stockholm for a few years post-adoption. they never made many real friends, and cultivated a reputation for being just like silk ( pretty and difficult to hold onto ) over time. they’re used to being alone.
dancing, particularly classical ballet, was their first love. they took their first class in tokyo when they were still very young, and they were good. when she was dancing, vik wasn’t someone else’s child, she was her own person, with her own passions. after their father’s death, their mother became despondent ( especially as the legal battle was lost ) and they needed to get away, so they used some of their talent and a lot of nepotism to audition for the paris opera’s ballet academy ( one of the best in the world. ) not that they’ll admit to the nepotism. from age 12-17 vik lived alone in paris, attending the academy and going by her mother’s maiden name ( bordelais ) in order to deny any connection to their father. 
vik stopped dancing when she was 18, after she moved back in with her mother after her grandmother’s death ( without her, her mother would have been completely alone, so it was necessary, and repayment for the five years of freedom she had been afforded. ) but dancing remains their first, and currently only, love, and she still does it. just not under the eyes of any teacher.
their gender expression is hyper feminine ( lots of glitter and neon ) but this doesn’t mean they’re a woman. vik identifies as demigender ( specifically a demiwoman / demigirl ) and came to the realisation that she was not fully comfortable with her identity was a girl for the first time after her father’s death. they don’t particularly care to explain it more than “you can be feminine without being female.” anyone who comes into proximity of her is aware of her pronouns and identification. 
they didn’t want to go to providence. when they were applying, they were disgusted by the enormous wealth and privilege that surrounded them ( nevermind how often she uses hers ) and found it repulsive. but providence was the best school and the easiest to bribe, and in the end, the college was very, very far from mexico city.
in their first semester, they mostly kept to themself, keeping their head down so no one would ask questions about who they were or where they came from. but in her second semester, vik started performing again: she had a third story window, a highly fuckable toned body, and she missed ballet. egged on enough times by partygoers struggling through snow or melt, they would take to their window, a silhouette of a person, smooth bare skin and mystery. performing became parties. parties became more parties. being a partygoer became being sol invictus’ child.
they’re in a constant state of reinvention. are they a good student, or just rich and the child of someone famous ? does she like the endless bacchanalia and orgiastic weekdays, or is it all she knows at this school ? what the fuck is vik going to do with themself after graduating with the degree they don’t care about ? don’t ask.
tldr no one understands what she’s doing, let alone her. & they have a reputation as the person to go to for a party.
c o n n e c t i o n s  ( q u i c k f i r e )
champagne prince(ss): someone vik parties with, possibly a procurer of illicit substances, they have a soft spot ( possibly romantic ) for them
twisted sibling: horribly toxic relationship that consists mostly of egging each other on and fucking each other up 
cheat sheet: vik doesn’t like to study, so they’re her go-to “study partner.” aka, the person she bribes to help her ( aka.... write her papers for her )
invincible ? don’t know them: someone who’s a fan of vik’s father’s band / knows all the gossip and is intrigued by why it was like to grow up as sol’s child
no danes allowed: international kids club ? ( aside: idk what citizenship vik even has lol ? i just realised this ! )
p l o t s 
cause of you, now my heart is so icy ( former lover / enemy / angst / pining / fuck it )
vik’s first real relationship, started at providence, probably in second year ? very intense, ended really, really badly ( think public shouting matches. ) occasionally, always, in moments of weakness, they miss this person immensely, and considering going back / taking them back. she doesn’t even remember why it ended in the first place, at this point. ( but some part of vik also knows it will end in the same fiery crash if they try again. )
this could also be platonic because losing friends ? painful.
gave me something to believe in  ( member of or close to / fascinated by the sun’s chosen children cult )
for the most part, the cult that their mother is certain played a role in killing their father hasn’t played a role in vik’s life in years ( beside camille aaland’s refusal to say its name of the name of its leader. ) but new york is a big place, and the internet is strange and vast, so this plot involves someone who is a member of, or close to someone who is a member of, or is interested in the sun’s chosen children ( a “self help group” dedicated to spiritual healing and the abandonment of modern medicine, in actuality a cult. ) vik still carries a lot of resentment for what they did to her mother and some small part of them fears the chosen children. so living / partying / studying in close proximity to someone who is involved with them is probably not going to end well.
don’t search me in here, i’m already gone baby ( “perfect match” / counterpart / mystery )
someone vik is highly interested in ( platonically / romantically / sexually / whatever, 22 year olds are dumb ). they feel like every time they try to get close to this person, they slip away, which is something vik has a lot of practice doing herself. she doesn’t like it being turned back on her, and she’s starting to run out of patience for them.
... but not yet. 
i ain’t ever gonna settle ( patron / private shows / throwing parties so one person will come / ideal / disaster in the making )
dancing is such a big part of vik’s life, and stopping their dance career may be one of the few things they actually regret. this person is vik’s “dance partner” and “patron”, someone who always encourages her to dance for / with them ( sometimes in private, wink, but as always this could be platonic ) and whose approval she craves for no reason she could name. they’re stumbling towards being dependent on this person, and it’s not going to end well, but for right now, it’s passionate and full of feelings and admiration and divine adoration. 
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