#vilerapture

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"Do you think I'm pretty?" ~a moderately drunk Blaine, accompanied by puppy dog eyes (lmao) ~VR

Her brows lifted a moment as she played down her smile. She directed the most serious of expressions at the boy, brow well furrowed now.

"Adorable even..." Baron replied in a tone that read 'of course how could anyone say any differently' but in that over-the-top satirical way.

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🤗 ~ Blaine demands cuddles uou ~VR

Cress hums and holds Blaine close, leaning down to kiss his head and nuzzle him, happy to enjoy feeling and smelling his mate.

"Hey baby, takin a break?"

[bloodspatteredleaves]

"Love t'e horns. But-" *snort* "Where's yer red nose?" ~Ale ~VR

Lumos stares, glancing up from their phone momentarily at the Faerie. They look back at their game before stating flatly as they rapidly tap away,

"I'll make it out of your seared flesh when I shove a barbed iron rod into your guts. Fair? Fair."

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Victorian AU Closed Starter for Rook

Baron had never put much stock in superstition or old wives tales. She put her faith in science...and unyielding determination. That tenacity got her through med school and, with the help of her father's connections, her own practice...however humble...and however far away from town. As such, anytime the locals warned her to lock up tight, nary a crack left unblocked, and to never leave after the sun set she brushed them off with assurances she could handle herself. Any gifts of protection she accepted with a smile but discarded once the gifter was out of sight. She had a pile of crosses, wooden stakes, strings of garlic, and flasks of holy water sat next to her rubbish bin outside.

She'd been open for nearly two moons with no sign of this so called devil of the night. The days began to shorten and the northern winds faded. The time finally came when she cursed the layers of the feminine dress and wedged every window and door open in attempt to combat the stifling heat. By the time her last patient was discharged, all baby hairs too short to pin up and the dark patches of wet on her clothing were plastered to dewey skin. She locked her doors up for the evening like normal but even after a cool bath and a change into a thin cotton nightdress Baron couldn't bring herself to close the windows. Sat on her bed, a particularly strong cross breeze passed over her and she sighed, chin lifting with eyes closed.

That was the night she was first visited...so surreal was the encounter the doctor had thought it a dream brought on by the heat and her state so near to sleep.

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2, 13, 14 and 19 for the horror asks! <3 ~VR

2 Does your oc have nightmares? What are they about? Not as often as she once did but yes. She has nightmares about that last day on the USS Daedalus. (info under tag baronbio if interested)

13 Has your oc ever tortured/hurt someone else without killing them? She has never entered with the intent of hurting anyone without the intent of killing them.

14 Does your oc have a signature weapon? If they don’t, what would it be if you had to design one? Karambit knife for melee and while she prefers M4 carbines for long range she rarely gets a chance to use it and instead opts for more practical handguns with specialized bullets depending on the creature.

19 If your oc were to turn into a vampire or a werewolf, which would they be, and what would they be like? If they already are one of those, what would they be like as the other one? I think she would be a werewolf since there isn't a cure in SPN lore and if so she would attempt to live off animal hearts like Garth. from this meme

[orphanedshadow]

Little hands were excellent at getting into small spaces, and usually all it took was a few spells to open even the most stubborn of locks. That made it nearly impossible to keep Kara out, and like the most determined of raccoons she did not leave until she had obtained her prize.

Kara had managed to scale the wall, and get in through the window, and now she was happily feasting. There were so many strange fruits, including one that was covered in brown fur and filled with a strange green meat. She liked that one a lot, and was searching the bowl for a second when the lights snapped on.

This time it was a risky mission, a bowl of fruit left in the middle of a table. But she knew this fruit was real, the human had replenished it recently, and Kara was hungry. Besides, if they didn't want it taken then why would they have such big windows, one that thieves could easily see into from the nearby trees.

Kara turned with a hiss, face covered in fruit pulp and a half-eaten kiwi clutched tightly in her grubby fingers. Hopefully the human could not see her in the corner, and was too sleepy to notice the muddy footprints on what had been nice clean counter-tops.

@vilerapture​ (x)

When she first heard the hiss, Mina yelped, sure that some kind of animal had gotten into her houseboat. Half hiding behind the door she peered through, the woman's eyes followed the trail of mud that lead from the window to her dining table where- there sat a little girl? Pushing the door open again tentatively, Mina couldn't help the burst of concern that flooded her when she realized that it wasn't an animal but a child.

"Hey..." She started in a gentle voice, staying where she was in the doorway for now. "It's ok, hun, I'm not gonna hurt you. Can I come talk to you?" Mina wondered, eyes scanning her slight form for any signs of blood or other injuries. "I can get you something else to eat if you're hungry..." She went on, finally entering the room fully and pulling the door shut behind her. "You came in through there, right?" He gaze directed towards the window where the mud trail started, hoping the girl wouldn't try to dart back out through it.

Kara had been absolutely starving, enough so that she had broken into one of those floating home things. It had been terrifying, to go out onto the water, but the rewards were worth it…and yet now she was stuck. No way to escape, not without going over the water again, something she really didn’t want to try. Not when faced with a human that was not being too hostile, even after she had broken into their lair and stolen their food.

At the question she gestured to her own throat, shaking her head slightly before gesturing to her ears and nodding. She could listen, but could not talk, and that was something the human would have to accept…because there was no other alternative.

With that settled she shoved another bit of fruit into her mouth, teeth seeming slightly too sharp as they snapped shut, slicing through the skin of another kiwi. Dark brown eyes did not even blink as she watched, waiting for the human to make the first move.

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📔 and Blaine for Baron too bc hes feeling nosey XD ~ XR

"Sometimes my mind wanders off to a happy place where I'm allowed to punch people in the throat, and there are cute puppies and free cake" - unknown

How the hell did I end up babysitting an undead dealer? So far he's been true to his word. No suspicious murders I can track to him or his business associates. The more time I spend around him...the more I'm oddly glad he's already dead. There is no way this idiot would have been capable of taking care of himself if he was still living. But I suppose he is kind of sweet I don't know in a pathetic annoying kind of way. But if he so much as sneezes out of line I will gank him. He's still a fucking zombie. God what is my fucking life right now Fuck. I don't know... 1: No murders in the area 2: No Deaths today 3: Biography I started reading is pretty good

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📔 Rook plz? ~VR

Baron had started up the journal years ago on suggestion from her shrink. She kept it password protected on her computer. Granted, that meant very little to the person who this entry was about but it at least kept anyone else from reading her entries about monsters and trying to get her committed again.

1: Garden is doing well 2: No deaths today 3: Halloween is near

“Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out” –Robert Collier.

I brought over the rose today. Not why I planted the black roses of course but I figured if anyone else was going to share my enjoyment of them, it would be her. I miss spending time with her like that. I miss her. Bad idea for so many reasons, I know. But Well, maybe we'll get to hunt together again soonmetime. Clinic went well today. Only one major injury. Running low on gloves. Will need to restock soon. Probably time to repaint the sigils too.