#asks; character

@murderousbitch​ sent:  🤔

send me a 🤔 for an introduction to a NPC from my muse’s life.

     Running. Running hard, her feet pounded on pavement, the sound lost to the pumping of her heart. Her lungs ached with each breath. If she didn’t stop, she’d pass out. If she did stop, she was dead. Fear held her like a vice, tight in her chest and burning in her legs.

     Behind her, the beast growled, grunted, clomping down the alley behind her. She smelled decay on its breath, hot on her back. If she stumbled, if she fell, if she stopped, if she hesitated--that was it. She was dead. 

     Who would look after her son? Her mother? She had her bakery, her own responsibilities. She didn’t need to take care of a grandson because of her daughter’s fuck-up. Alexandra? No. Absolutely not. She’d destroy him. She’d turn her sweet boy into a monster. No, no. She had to live. She had to.

     She was running out of alley. Rae knew it. It seemed endless right now, twisting and turning and stretching on forever, but she’d run into a wall. The beast would be upon her, tearing and ripping, shredding her apart. It ended the same way every time, but she couldn’t let that happen this time. She had to face it. She had to--

     The wall rose up from the ground, red brick and smelling of clay and dirt. Her fingers touched brick and grit and she braced herself for the attack, eyes closing shut. This time, though--this time she reached into her pocket and brought out the stake she hadn’t known was there. Her fingers tightened around it and she turned, ready to face the creature and her death, unlike all the times before. Ready to fight for her life, for her son’s life.

      There was nothing behind her, only darkness and the cold. Her wide blue eyes searched the alley, but it was gone. Whatever had chased her had vanished into nothing. The stake trembled in her grasp, when she refused to lower it. No, not nothing. Something was there, something emerging from the dark. A woman. Though she had never seen her before, there was a familiarity about her, something that made her slowly lower the weapon and relax her stance.

@akryptonianavenger​ sent: “I don’t want to talk about it. Just hold me.” (for mason)

     To be quite fair, he hadn’t wanted to discuss whatever it was that had dragged Kara down. Comfort wasn’t an easy feat for him, especially when it came to expressing it verbally. Secretly relieved of the burden, he nodded at her and immediately folded her into a snug embrace. This... this he could do without qualm.

     His chin rested atop her head, hands splayed on her back. He moved them in a slow, gentle motion, rubbing circles up and down. His heart beat steadily, his breathing even and calm. 

@real-lucifer-morningstar​ sent: “ i  beg  your  pardon ?" (Andy Foster?)

     “Yeah, don’t do that.” Her red hair fell over her shoulder, veiling her face as she leaned forward. Andy took a second to rummage around before she clarified, lifting blue eyes to watch him. “Begging can be pretty pathetic. And you don’t strike me as pretty pathetic. Pretty, most definitely. Pathetic? I don’t know about that.” 

     The corners of her mouth edged up into a smile, and then into a grin when she found what she searched for behind the counter. She picked up the old leather-bound tome and dropped it onto the cluttered surface. “You’re the guy who called earlier about this, right? You talked to my mother. Mara?” 

     But as she ran her fingers over the cover, studying his face, his aura, the whole buzz of energy about him, she realized she just might be wrong. “...You’re not R. Lister, are you?” Her shoulders sank. “Ah, damn it.”

@pantslessoptimism​ sent: ❝ i’m hot as hell and you are a very lucky man.❞ for glen (soph is feeling confident lol)

     There was no stopping his grin, nor the laughter that came with it. “You are… incredibly hot.” No way Glen would ever dispute that. Sophie was hot, smart, and he was head-over-heels in love with her. 

@lunarruled​ sent:  “hey, you still kickin’?” (for Dalton)

     “I--I think so.” It was difficult to say. His heart still pounded, his palms sweaty. His breath came out in quick gasps and the wolf--well, the wolf was barely contained as evidenced by the golden hue of Dalton’s eyes. He closed them quickly, turning away. 

      The smell of blood permeated everything, making it all the more challenging to hold himself together. “I’m fine,” he said aloud, more to convince himself than her, it seemed. He tried to breath through his mouth, but that didn’t help at all. 

     He could taste the blood. That was worse than just smelling it.

     He had to get this shit under control. Fast.

@mostlydamned​ sent:  ‘i don’t like being told what to do.’ (From Alucard to Nancy)

     A smile crept across her face, widening into a full grin, fangs showing and everything. “Neither do I, unless it’s in the bedroom. And even then…” But she trailed off, leaving the rest of that to the imagination. 

     Her eyes were the color of sapphires and the sparkled with a mischievous light as she took a moment--a long moment--to look him over from head to toe. Seemingly satisfied or at least amused with what she saw, Nancy angled her head so that her long white-blonde hair fell down her back. 

@pryceism​ sent:  "You came back." (Andy)

from a thing

     Yes, she came back, but a little worse for the wear. Her hair had fallen out of it’s ponytail, and was tangled with bits of twig and leaves. Tracking a demon through the woods didn’t leave much for appearance, but she caught the thing, magically brought it back, and was relatively unharmed.