hunter or the haunted?

valerie anne evans || spiritual medium || read pages || mun&muse 18+ || selective

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♣ {{ive been on jet and angelo’s blogs a lot lately, but!!!!!!!!!! tomorrow is valerie’s birthday!!!! WTF!!!}}

[brittsmemes]

Interrogate my muse!

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brittsmemes:

ask about their relationships, crushes, past, regrets… anything! nothing is off limits!

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aesthetic 2/? : val + isaac

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aesthetic 1/? : val + isaac

[differentlybioticryou]

Ask my character inappropriate questions. Get some really NSFW shit up in here.

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"Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong"

Valerie’s been leaning against the wall in the bathroom, trying to orient herself for the last few minutes. She hadn’t even noticed Isaac’s coming in, until he cleared his throat, and spoke to her. She doesn’t have to look at him. Truth be told, he is right. She regards him briefly, vertigo following her, then stares back at the wall in an attempt to ground herself.

“My grandmother was a medium. She’d hold seances, almost like parties where the dead could join too.” Valerie sighs. “She got reckless. And at one of them, summoned a demon. Thing is, she didn’t know what it was at first. It presented as a ghost, too weak to communicate to everyone else, and asked her to let them use her as a host.”

Valerie’s stomach churns at the thought. She clenches her jaw shut and breathes deeply through her nose. She continues.

“And then, it revealed its true intention. Through her, the demon killed everyone at the seance, blood on her hands. She heard them, unjustly murdered and crying out on the other side of the veil. The demon had left, knowing what she would do. She didn’t make it to the end of the night with all those souls, before she put herself out the window.”

She wished she never had heard that story. She didn’t need to know of her lineage, she didn’t care about her father’s past. But he took bliss and ignorance away from her, caring more for his legacy than for the daughter that he abandoned. Valerie tilts her head to look at Isaac.

“It’s shitty, that I knew all of that. And nearly the same thing happened to me anyways. I got lucky. But I’m not safe. And there aren’t a lot of ways of getting those days out of my head, and the ways I’m trying now aren’t the best. But fuck, they’re all I have and I need to forget.”

Valerie shrugs lamely, turning slowly to lean her back against the wall. She stares up at the ceiling light, taking a deep and shallow breath.

“Sorry.”

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Copy and paste the following into a new post and bold which applies best to your muse! Tagged by: @demonhuntcr

PLACE IN SOCIETY

♦ FINANCIAL : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty. ♦ MEDICAL : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged. ♦ CLASS : upper / middle / working / slave / unsure. ♦ EDUCATION : qualified /unqualified / studying. ♦ RECORD : yes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has aided / committed (major) crimes but not caught yet

FAMILY

♦ MARITAL STATUS : married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed or widower. ♦ CHILDREN : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / had a child / can’t have children ♦ FAMILY : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased. ♦ AFFILIATION : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent.

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between. ♦ disorganised / organised / in between. ♦ close minded / open minded / in between. ♦ calm / anxious / in between. ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between. ♦ cautious / reckless / in between. ♦ patient / impatient / in between. ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between. ♦ leader / follower / in between. ♦ empathetic / apathetic / in between. ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between. ♦ traditional / modern / in between. ♦ hard working / lazy / in between. ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between. ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown. ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

BELIEFS

♦ FAITH : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / nontheistic. ♦ GHOSTS : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ AFTERLIFE : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ REINCARNATION : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ ALIENS : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ PHILOSOPHICAL : yes / no.

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

♦ SEXUALITY : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual. ♦ SEX : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable. ♦ ROMANCE : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable. ♦ SEXUALLY : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious. ♦ SEXUAL PARTNERS : male / female / agender / other / none / all. ♦ ROMANTIC PARTNERS : male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

♦ COMBAT SKILLS : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. ♦ LITERACY SKILLS : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. ♦ ARTISTIC SKILLS : excellent / good/ moderate / poor / none. ♦ TECHNICAL SKILLS : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

♦ DRINKING : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ SMOKING : trying to quit / never / sometimes/ frequently / to excess. ♦ NARCOTICS : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ MEDICINAL DRUGS : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ INDULGENT FOOD : never / sometimes /frequently / to excess. ♦ SPENDING : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ GAMBLING : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

Tagging: @souldivide, @d-i-p-p-e-r, @wiickedaim, @singersonlydaughter, @praesiidiium

[thisisrpstuff]

Send "Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong" for a dark confession from my character.

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“Jesus, you’re so pale.”

Halloween Starters [Accepting]

“Huh?”

Valerie looks at her own hands for a moment, before looking up to the hunter once more. She sighs, running a hand through thick and messy jet hair.

“Oh uh, yeah. That happens after every ‘encounter’ I have.”

She doesn’t like calling it a possession. While on the outside, it looks like one, in actuality, it really, really isn’t. Besides, encounter is the right word anyways. Slipping into the realm of in-between, where life and death dance, and everything is sharp and muddy all at once. Valerie waves a finger around the bloody apartment complex.

“Double suicide. Possible poltergeist influence, maybe even a low level demon. Both would explain the temperature drop, but that’s residual.”

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Halloween Starters!

Zombies

“How did the world end up like this?” “I was bitten…” “You were bitten, weren’t you?” “Show me!” “You’d be glad to see me gone, wouldn’t you?” “I will not turn into one of those things!” “There must be some kind of cure!” “You can’t just give up!” “You aren’t acting like yourself today…” “Shoot me, please!” “We’re all infected?!” “Those assholes stole our supplies!” “Let’s just wait it out and looe our minds together.” “______, your arm…” “Is anyone else alive?” “Do you thin there is still a person in there?”

Werewolves

“Just a single silver bullet, and you’re dead.” “You’ve been acting really… agressive, lately.” “You’re gotten… hairy.” “You’re acting like an animal!” “Look, it’s a full moon. ”*Howling*“ *transforms into a werewolf before you. It is clearly painful.* “Woah… you’re eyes…” “I know you’re here! I can smell it!” “Your hair grew back!” “Be rational, sure…I’m a fucking werewolf for Christs Sake” “Beware the moon.” “Whoever is bitten by a werewolf, and lives, becomes a werewolf himself.” “A werewolf can only be killed by a silver bullet, or a silver knife… or a stick with a silver handle.” “Jesus, what big teeth you have!” “I never knew a wolf could cry.”

Vampires

“I’ve been so… thirsty…” “You’re teeth… they’re so sharp.” “Jesus, you’re so pale.” “I’ve lived since before your ancestors were born.” “They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautifu, and without regret.” “Where is your reflection?” “What happened to my reflection?” “I-I can’t come in unless you invite me.” “Ugh, I hate garlic.” “What happened? You used to love garlic!” “I love the night. It’s the only time I feel really alive.” “Bring a vampire around, people start discovering religion.” “The reason people use a crucifix against vampires is because vampires are allergic to bullshit.” “I’m going out to get a bite to drink.”

Ghosts

“But… but I died.” “What am I still doing here?” “I’m so cold.” “Just let me pass on!” “I missed you so much.” “No, you relax, you’re the dead guy! “Why don’t you go haunt a house? Rattle some chains or something.” “Now are you going to go away, ___?‘Cause you know what, I got work to do.” “You can call them ghosts, if you’d like, or as I like to call them, ‘the living-impaired.’” “No such thing as ghosts?” “I can’t even eat anything now!” “Can’t anyone see me?” “You can see me?” “You can’t hear me?” “Boo!” “Thought I was gone, didn’t you?”

Non-Assosiated Ones

“What is that!” “Monster!” “I-I’m a monster…” “Are you sick or something?” “Is anyone safe?” “I thought you were dead!” “Are you alright after that person bit you last night?” “You’ve been acting strange ever since that kid bit you yesterday.” “Why are you looking at me like that?” “I thought they only existed in stories!” “I thought I killed you already!” “Why won’t you just die!” “I thought they only did that in movies?!” “Run!” “No! I can’t shot you! I won’t!” “Are you sure you’re alright?” “You’re in danger”

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ten underused character questions.

tagged    by :: @souldivide​ !!

              introduction —

name: valerie anne evans (smithe) age: 25 your favorite picture of your muse’s fc:

              questions —

what would be their twitter name? what sorts of tweets would they tweet? probably something basic like val_evans. and lots of links to articles about the paranormal, her own blog and vlog posts, adventures on the road/at home.

what’s their favourite genre of movies? of music? movies: any horror movie she can get her hand on. she likes foreign horror a lot, too. conspiracy theories are always fun for her, the weirder the better. music: the sort of country/alternative/r&b hybrid you see in artists like amy winehouse, elle king, gin wigmore and the black keys. she’d never call them country, but she loves the plucky guitars and the gutted lyrics.

what’s on their top queue on Netflix?

the x-files

stranger things

the lazarus effect

[rec] 3

aliens on the moon: the truth exposed

what’s their favourite scent? do they smell like that? val likes the smell of fresh brewed coffee, leather jackets, and foggy forests. she usually smells like burnt coffee, cigarettes, whiskey, and faint traces of lavender.

apple or android? android, she’s too broke for an apple phone.

favourite season? least favourite season? 

favourite: autumn. she loves the temperature and the increased paranormal activity least favourite: summer, because of heat, sun, and mosquitoes.

are they a bottom or top or versatile? she’s pretty versatile, it depends entirely on her mood.

describe their morning routine. do they wake up early or sleep in? do they press the snooze button a bunch of times or do they immediately get up? she usually wakes up early (around 6am) and feeds the cat first thing. then she gets a cup of coffee and some small snack like toast or an apple. she takes a shower, puts her makeup on, and gets dressed, then has a second cup of coffee with a real breakfast like cereal or oatmeal. she washes her dishes, then heads out (not before kissing her cat and boyfriend goodbye)

if they were to be compared to a canon character, who would that be? seance from umbrella academy, veronica sawyer from heathers, jessica jones from jessica jones

tag five people so they can get to know their muse too:

@barbwirefists, @d-i-p-p-e-r, @tyrowned, @weresamoyed, @demonhuntcr and whoever else wants to do this!

[ballroom-baby]

please do this. cure my boredom <3

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on

Dear girlfriend 

Dear boyfriend

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✩ @uadavenator ✩

“Tch…” Bravo shook his head. “God… What happened to us, Valerie? What are we even holding on to anymore?”

For Bravo, it was Valerie. Even Squeaker ran away as soon as they reached the shore…. He thought giving his family up would be easier, but he just found a new one. A Broken one. At least in Knights he had a home… He ran a hand through his hair- his claws scraped his scalp under his beanie. Great.

He gestured to an exit that popped up. “We can stop at a gas station… I think we could both use a little fresh air anyway.”

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And she scoffed out loud at his first question. Us, he said? Not a damn thing happened to Bravo, and Valerie personally made sure of that. Their relationship had shifted, like the nature of all relationships. But she hadn’t abandoned him. Valerie would’ve made it very clear if she had.

“I’m holding onto what I’ve always held onto, Bravo. Learning as much as I can about all this, and holding onto humanity where it is.”

There lay the implication that Bravo held humanity, and that Isaac did too. It was times like these where Valerie was reminded of just how young Bravo actually was. She pulled into a gas station and left the car quickly. She finished her cigarette and entered, headed straight for the coffee. Valerie poured herself a large cup of black coffee to the brim, and just watched the smoke for a few moments.

‘He doesn’t know what you’ve been through, and whose fault is that?’ Bitter words rang in her ears as she sighed, and she capped her coffee, trudging to go pay for it. She stepped out from the gas station, coffee in hand, and drank outside, letting the crisp October air surround her.

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Bravo sat motionless in the back seat, watching the dark countryside fly by and letting his emotions boil inside him. Almost 4 months in Montreal, and they’re running back to the states. For what? A liar? A murderer? A fucking vampire?!

Her tried to get the answer out of her, but she’s been so secretive recently that she wouldn’t tell him anything. Well, she’s always been secretive, but only recently has Bravo gotten sick of it. She knew almost every detail of his life, while Bravo hardly had a good time frame put together for the 2 years they’d spent together.  

But Valerie couldn’t stand it. She blamed it on the cold, but Bravo remembered. And now they were going back, back to the shitty apartment in Jersey. Back to Isaac. Back to them acting like a happy, normal family. Back to living in the van he just had to hope hadn’t been towed. Back to Valerie caring more about any lying goddamn bloodsucker than the one she called her son.

Jokingly, he had to remind himself. Sure, she cared about him, but she ended up caring for every vampire that batted their eyelashes at her more.

“You’re not mad? Valerie, he lied to you. And it wasn’t some white lie, either.” his tone was coarse, probably one of the harshest he’d used with Valerie. “He’s a vampire. I thought we learned our lesson with Marc-” he caught himself. Fuck, he even had to dance around their own lives to talk to her. 

“We don’t have to go to Jersey. We can go to Colorado or Arkansas or Rhode Island or… Somewhere. But don’t go back unless you plan on killing him, it’ll only cause more problems,” he shifted uncomfortably in the back seat, folding his arms over his chest and distracting himself with the fast-moving scenery. “We could even stay in Canada. But thinking is just going to remind how of how ‘human’ he actually is or how you’re in love with him or some crap. He should be dead to us.”

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“Bravo, I’m not a hunter.”

She didn’t mean to yell. She didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Valerie took another drag. She cleared her throat, thinking through all he’s said. He thought that she’s in love. Valerie hadn’t actually considered the notion until recently, but the vampirism put a damper on it. She thought that she still does. That was part of the reason she was coming back.

“I don’t kill. When Marcus became an issue,” (An all too light way of putting it), “I called a hunter. We went to the wendigo sighting location, after the wendigos had been killed. I don’t. Kill.”

Again, it sounds more like an affirmation to herself than a statement to Bravo. She wants a drink, her body’s starting to throw a hissy fit without it. The way her hands want to shake, and how a coldness sinks down to her core. But she’s not completely lost yet. She knows not to drink with Bravo in the car with her. Alone, Valerie would have another story.

Valerie pulls off of the highway and looks around the rural streets of northern New York, in hopes to find a gas station or coffee joint. She finishes her cigarette and goes right for a new one, lighting it quickly. She grumbles out the words, tired with herself, Bravo, and all this goddamned driving.

“I need coffee.”

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{{ @weresamoyed​ }}

“We’re coming back.”

It’s more of a reassurance to herself, rather than a promise to him. Valerie clutches the steering wheel as they make their way into New York, and she darts her glance into the rear-view mirror. Bravo had had his issues with Isaac from the start, and while Isaac’s sudden confession was well-meaning and genuine, it only made Bravo distrust the vampire even more.

Valerie exhales, running through the last few days in her weary mind. She didn’t believe him at first, she had thought it to be some joke. But the way he avoided her gaze, how his words were accented with fear. Then things started falling together all too closely. The missing people, the spirits whose last memories were of being mauled, his late nights home.

She doesn’t want to believe it. She wants to think that she’s finally found someone more normal than she. But she knows she doesn’t have the luxury of ignorance. 

Valerie swallows, and looks back to Bravo. She finds a stray cigarette in her ashtray and clicks the cigarette lighter receptacle, waiting for the electricity to start up. The red tip glows, and she lights the end of her cigarette hastily. Taking a deep drag, she lets it sit for a minute. On the exhale, Valerie continues.

“I just need to clear my head, okay? I’m fine, I’m not even mad at him.” A partial lie. “I just need to think.”