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#doggone it #if only vera had a soul #finnsanders #image

I did it because I love you!

#THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO ME EVERRRR!!!!!!#the first and last person vera has truly ever loved besides Kol and she accidentally 'kills' him #BUT SHE DID IT FOR LOVE #someone shoot me now #i need to take a lap #adriankostya #image #about

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#LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL #'oh hey kol btw you're a grandfather now'#hehehehe #CACKLING #Kol-Svansson #adriankostya #about

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Here are the women with ancient anger in their veins and the cruelty of a goddess in their hearts. You will beg before her, you will scream; but Hera never flinched from the words of a mortal, so why should she? Do not stand in her way. She will burn down your kingdoms, herself with it, if it meant your ruin.

— Medea /// (d.s)

#YASSSS #this is just v Vera #about

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we're gonna have so much fun together

#TRUTH #Vera trying to put Allyson in her place when she's getting all 'bondy' and stuff #like 'we are not going to bond.'#'not gunna happen'#allysonbellefry #image

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girl bonding

#down the road after vera turns allyson and they actually start to like each other #this is how vera does being a maker #'fuck ur life indeed'#she also probably uses the age old 'sucks to suck' a lot #buuuuut she really does have sympathy for her #she really does care #hearts in my eyes emoji #allysonbellefry #image

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#Vera's face when there's no beautiful werewolf boys around to have sex with #or when Kol's chastised her for doing something stupid like pissing Valencia off #image

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You're Too Pretty to Die | Dylan & Vera (closed)

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Dylan was off-duty when it happened. Walking to his car, groceries in hand, Dylan’s werewolf ears picked up on suspicious shouting from the bank across the street. Dropping the bags, he hurried across the street and slipped in the side door. The bank was in the process of being robbed, but fortunately though they were armed and Dylan was not, he was a werewolf and they were only human, leveling the playing field a bit.

“Police!” Growled Dylan as he came upon the closest robber, slamming him against the wall before they had time to react. The man went out cold. “Shit!” Shouted the other two, dropping what they’d taken and making a run for it. Dylan gave pursuit. Once upon a time, he’d been a man of action like this - chasing down the bad guys, stopping them by whatever means necessary. Returning to Oxford had put a stop to that for the most part: the only real ‘threat’ to society was the profound weirdness and chaos caused by the Belfront extended family. Despite their flaws, the Belfronts were essentially harmless. It felt good to be stretching his legs again, to be making an actual difference. He was a werewolf. He was gaining on them. The blast cracked in the dry air. It was still ringing in his ears when Dylan dropped, legs buckling beneath him in the alley. His heart felt dull and empty and red where it had been struck. “I’m going to die here,” he thought. “I’ll bleed out in this alleyway, just like Jackson.” The idea seemed distance, a bizarre, removed mind speaking into the void while Dylan collapsed in on darkness. He couldn’t have said how long it had been - but it wasn’t till he felt something: a dull thump against his leg that he found something concrete to crawl back towards. He fought to open his mouth and speak or his eyes and see, but even as the part of him that was werewolf woke to warn him a vampire was close, the thing in him that was human whispered, “Come closer.”

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For the first time, Vera actually looked at the man lying on the ground. She had been so caught up in her blood lust, everything but the exposed, pulsing vein in his neck had faded into the background. But when he spoke, she was snapped out of her tunnel vision. His voice was weak from the blood loss and barely reached a volume louder than a whisper, but Vera’s superhuman hearing picked up every word.

She gazed down at the face of the dying man and was struck by the strength she saw there, in his features. Despite how near death was, he was still undeniably handsome. His rugged features and unfortunately, dog-like smell reminded her of another time she had been this close to a werewolf in an alley very similar to this one. Though, of course, last time, she had been shoved up against the wall while said werewolf had his way with her. Vera couldn’t help but run her tongue over her teeth as the fond memory played in her mind. Too bad this werewolf was nearly dead, or they could have continued the hot vampire-werewolf sex in an alley tradition.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she bent down, bringing her face closer to his lips. Not that she hadn’t heard him perfectly before, but more so that she could get a better smell of his blood before he actually died. As she did so, her eyes locked with his green, almost lifeless ones. Something about them caused her to keep the eye contact a second longer than necessary. What could this werewolf possibly want from her?

#veran #you're too pretty to die #dylanmorehead

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#veran #SO many feels!#dylanmorehead #image

#Vera looking like a high end classy pornstar #image #Vera at the fair

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My Only Queen || Vera & Kol (closed)

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#my only queen #Kol-Svansson

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Better you die than I

#image

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Undisclosed Desires | Vera & Adrian

Adrian couldn’t have been more relieved to be home. Despite the fact that Oxford had become his permanent place of residence ever since Ariella had become queen of Mississippi, the young vampire still enjoyed an occasional getaway. After spending the past couple of months up north (Adrian always left during the summer months, seeing as the weather was worse than usual), he was eager to get back into the swing of things. Apparently a lot had changed during the short time he was gone. Ariella had only just begun to tell him when she had been summoned for business. Despite her offer to join him, Adrian opted for seeing just how much Oxford had changed while he was gone.

As expected, not much had changed…physically, anyway. Ariella had just touched on the brewing war with the wolves when she left. She did happen to mention a certain vampire bar being opened up, hoping that that would be enough to keep her (unofficial) progeny entertained until she returned. Seeing no harm in it, Adrian made his way to Fangtopia. The second he stepped into the bar he understood what the big hype was about. A place designed particularly for vampires to sit back and relax was definitely needed, especially in Oxford.

Figuring he’d stick round for a while, Adrian made his way to the bar when he stopped dead in his tracks half way there. Standing on the other side of the bar was none other than his actual maker, Vera Petras. It had been centuries since he’d seen the brunette; in fact, Adrian had still been human when he last saw her. He’d often wondered what he would do if ever found himself face to face with the woman who had essentially ruined his life. But now that she standing here in front of him, Adrian wasn’t sure how to react.

For Ariella’s sake, the younger vampire opted to take the high road (for now). Deciding it would be best to let himself cool off, Adrian made his way towards the door once again…but not before accidentally locking eyes with Vera.

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It was just another night at Fangtopia. Or so Vera thought it would be. The first sign that it wasn't cut out to be just like every other night was the fact that their bartender had managed to piss Kol off enough that he'd been... disposed of. The fact that one of their bartenders was stupid enough to piss Kol off wasn't necessarily the surprising part, it was more that unable to find a bartender in the short amount of time, Vera had opted to play the role for the night. A role she deemed very much beneath her, but had some perks.

Like getting to watch all of their patrons fawn over her, desperate for her attention.

Vera smirked as yet another human did his best at trying to tempt her. The boy, for any human was a child in Vera's eyes, was attractive, sure, but Vera sure as hell wasn't about to even think of breaking the law for the likes of him. He wasn't that tempting. With a flip of her long, chocolate locks, Vera dismissed the human. But as she did, her eyes caught sight of a pair of eyes she hadn't seen in over 300 years. A pair of eyes she was quite certain had been dead for a long time.

If Vera's heart hadn't stopped beating over a millennia ago, it would have stopped dead in that moment. Had she really seen Adrian? No, of course not. Vera had killed the only person she had ever considered making her progeny in 1707. And while that knowledge had plagued her ever since, it had been years since the ghost of Adrian Kostya had made it's way into her thoughts. Why now though? Why would her eyes start playing tricks on her like this now? Perhaps the person she had caught a glimpse of simply looked like Adrian. Yes, that had to be it. He simply reminded her of Adrian.

Vera nodded, as if confirming this thought to herself. She turned back to her next customer, but after asking the dumb bastard to repeat his order twice, she realized she couldn't get the person she had seen out of her head. Turning, she summoned one of the other bartenders on duty, commanding them to cover her. In a pointed, don't-bother-me manner, Vera shoved her way through the crowd towards the exit in pursuit of the man who had caught her eye. If this man looked even somewhat like Adrian had, he was worth the inconvenience.

#undisclosed desires #adriankostya #SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MANY FEELS

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Fuck Like Champions | Ryder & Vera (closed)

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#fuck like champions #ryder-lazzaro

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Far Too Young To Die | Allyson, Celia, & Vera

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Hearing Vera’s words, Allyson nodded. “You know what? You’re actually right. I’m just here trying to right my wrongs, that’s it. How about I get out of your way?” Saying this, she started to walk away but Celua took a step forward.

“Don’t be so rude, dear. I’ve yet to make the formal introductions. Vera, this is Allyson Bellefry, last of her pesky line and, Allyson, it seems you’ve already recognized your better in Vera Patras.” Cecilia’s lips curled upwards as Vera spoke. As her dearest and most trusted friend, Cecilia had told Vera in utmost secrecy what she had concealed from her own Maker, Ariella: she had a Progeny, Jackson Foster. Unfortunately, the Bellefry might have a suspicion if it, as she’d been the one to put Jackson in peril so dire only Cecilia’s blood could save him. “A Bellefry most certainly,” began the redhead. Her eyes bored into Allyson like embers. “This one in particular has put me through many travails, have you not, Allyson? Tell my friend what you did to my daughter. Or perhaps you’d like to answer for Jackson’s misery.” Allyson swallowed hard, trying to keep one eye on both vampires, even as Vera circled her and Celia stood where she was, arms crossed over her chest. “I never meant for it to end that way,” she spluttered. “That’s the reason I gave up Hunting!” “How touching,” spat Cecilia and Allyson flinched. “I think I’m in a mind to tell you the story myself, Vera,” began the vampiress, her blue eyes sliding from the similar hues of the ex-Hunter to meet the chocolate orbs of her friend. “We were in Germany, Elaine and I, when this slip of a girl thought to stop us. She used every trick in her quite literal book of Hunting to ensnare my child and built it into a trap for me.” Cecilia moved now herself, approaching the little blond, her eyes still pointedly fixed on Vera. Her own culpability in the event was something she preferred to overlook - and more to the point, wasn’t known to Jackson - but that would not do now. “I could not allow her to harm my child, but as this young Huntress ought to have known, I’m far too old to not have realized it was a trap. I sent…emissaries to stop her. Happening by, Jackson witnessed Allyson’s distress and stepped in. He saved her life that night…and lost his own. And it’s her fault.” Allyson turned her gaze away from Celia, turning to Vera as she realized Celia was clearly in no mood to hear reason and, furthermore, the elder vampiress was certainly the greater threat. “I never meant for him to get hurt. I didn’t even know him. And Celia…” “Your family’s been chasing me for centuries and you wished to end me before your line dies with you, I’d wager. Now, Vera, how shall we punish this little fool?”

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Vera continued to circle Allyson, practically snarling at her as she listened to Celia's story. "You can't simply right having gotten someone killed." she countered, her arms folding over her chest. Clearly, the blonde's pleas were falling on deaf ears. In all honesty, it wouldn't have mattered if someone had made absolutely perfect sense, if they were on the opposite side of Celia, they were on the opposite side of Vera. There were few truly good qualities to Vera, but her loyalty - albeit to only a very select few - was definitely one of them.

"You clearly aren't apologetic whatsoever for the trouble you and your pathetic family have caused poor Celia over the years." she noted, her eyes looking the girl up and down as if she disgusted her. "Only, that you got Jackson killed. Which, in hindsight, was a gift on your part. You helped him gain eternity. But of course, you're probably too stuck in your hunter ways to see it that way." she added, chewing on the inside of her lip as the beginnings of an idea were beginning to come to her.

In a brief moment of clarity, her eyes finally left Allyson, instead turning to her dear friend. "What if, Celia," she mused, taking a step away from Allyson for the first time since they had encountered her. "What if we made her the thing she hates so much? Show her exactly what she did to Jackson that night." Her brows rose as her idea really began to take hold. "Though of course, she doesn't deserve the gift... at all." she added, briefly looking over her shoulder at the pathetic girl behind her and then turning to Celia to see her reaction to her idea.

#far too young to die #allysonbellefry #cecilia-monroe