#venationemonstra

[thecajunthirst]

venatione-monstra replied to your post:

[ I CAN SAY CONFIDENTLY THAT ACCURATE GIF IS ACCURATE. but yes. come into my arms my beamish vampirate. calooh, callay! let’s go slay a jabberwocky today! or be bros and talk about butts. ]

outtosea. IKR. I THOUGHT SO TOO. and omfg. calooh, callay. sldkjf. are you speaking to me in hawaiian tongues now. wat is this. i'm good with all of the above. |: let's go. butts.

[thecajunthirst]

[ my attempt at friendship is happening in three, two, one... hi. ]

outtosea. & now i will leap at you and not let go. okay? |: buthihello. /pets. I’D SAY THAT ATTEMPT WAS A SUCCESS, YES?

[shinyblackchevrolet-archive]

Welcome Home || Im & Dean

It'd been a year. 

Or close enough to it, maybe more. Im really wasn't keeping track at this point. What was the point really? It wasn't as if there was anyone to mourn with, what with Sam off playing house. Hell, last time she'd seen him was a case, a coven in the next town. One had given her a nasty gash in her side, and she'd reluctantly knocked on their door, trying not to drip blood on their welcome mat. He'd patched it up pretty well, but she hadn't stuck around long enough to be a nuisance.

So she drove. Spent day after day tracing the backwoods roads in a four-door truck with peeling paint, slowly gathering a collection of stolen mythology books and empty liquor bottles in the backseat.

Vampire hunt in lower Missouri, that's what she could focus on. Whole mess of them, feeding off of the locals, probably holing up somewhere near the isolated road that wound through the hills. Stopping off at the first hole-in-the-wall motel she found, Im slipped into a room, throwing down the armful of books she'd grabbed from the truck onto the motel bed as she pulled off her jacket. She crossed over to the bed, sorting through them distractedly.

Dean wouldn't have needed books. Hell, he could have listed all the things there were to know about vampires off the top of his head. She shouldn't have to still look up tactics they used, or certain hunting patterns, or anything. Dean wouldn't--

Swallowing, she abandoned that train of thought, forcing herself to push away the lore book on Purgatory, the one that had torn, dogeared pages from the sleepless nights spent leafing through it. It'd been a year. There wasn't anything she could do at this point. Still... Her hand drifted towards it and she picked it up, brows pulling together as she let the pages fall open. There could have been something she'd missed, could have skipped over it when her eyes started to unfocus from lack of sleep or the alcohol, could have just not payed enough attention, could have... Fuck it. Tucking the book under her arm, she ran her hand over red-rimmed eyes and sighed before stepping to the door. She could have missed something in the other books, too, the ones left in the car. 

It'd been a year, wasn't there still something she could do? She pulled the door open, jogging to the truck and yanking open the back door and leaning in, cursing as she sorted through the volumes under the drivers seat,

[pissyghost]

venatione-monstra || closed

Violet laid on the leather couch of the office, her head propped up on the arm rest. Her eyes were closed, and she felt relaxed for once. If there was one thing that was difficult in the Murder House, it was realizing. For once, her mother wasn’t screaming at her father. For once, Chad wasn’t screaming at Patrick. For once, Nora wasn’t screaming for her babies. It was quiet. Just the way the dead girl liked it.

Well, it was quiet, before a familiar creak of the floorboards indicated someone was outside the study, waiting. Watching. Her head shot up, and she glanced around the room, looking. The thought that someone was watching made her uncomfortable.

“Who’s there?" She called out, her voice loud and clear. She wouldn’t let some unknown person scare her. Violet wasn’t afraid of anything. “I heard you, there’s no reason to hide."

[woman--king]

samsxcola said:

[…ajsgklauglkagulkagulkhi.]

venatione-monstra said:

[extinct jurassic park bird screeching]

rex--lapsis said:

{AH — ajakishsnsj}

[ Are you guys okay? wlekfja;wekfj I DIDN'T MEAN TO BREAK YOU I'M SORRY -- ]

[aphnxrising]

phone meme thingy

((isn't it supposed to be what your character would leave on my phone? oh who cares.))

[text] Dean

[text] Dean where are you?

[text] Dean, I'm lost in some place called Reno 

[voicemail] I stopped in this place called the Bunny Ranch to get directions. The girls here are very friendly, but they frighten me. They have a menu for me to choose from, but it consists of sex acts. What kind of place is this? Dean help me.

[voicemail] the voice says I'm running out of minutes again, but I had to call and tell you that I had to get out of the Bunny Ranch. They wanted me to do things that were horrifying. Help me Dean, please.

[aphnxrising]

venatione-monstra replied to your post: ✔ because yes

you’re one of the only cas’ i follow that are regularly active. you deserve the cred even though i’m slow as molasses when it comes to saying hi and asking to thread and stuff.(:

I have no life that's why I'm so active LOL. 

but no really inbox always open feel free to talk to me and I'm glad you actually sent something to me :D :D :D