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Headcanon #2 : also yes, she’s always in a bad mood. You’ll rarely have a good interaction with her unless you’ve finally made it on her good side. also- she doesn’t have a good side.
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headcanon : Trix is liiiiiiiterally whipped by the antichrist . (scary dog privilege) , and yes. she may or may not basicalllllyyyy wear a collar (literally just a chain choker)
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Cb &&. Specify , while I set her up < #3 ;; tw: 18 +
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Velatrix — hell’s best torturer turner ‘babysitter’ ; “you’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” ; She wasn’t there to raise him, just to make sure destiny didn’t get ahead of schedule or develop a personality ; “please keep the antichrist from improvising.” ; bitchy, grumpy, and always ready to start a fight ; “I’m not mad. I’m just deciding how badly I’m about to absolutely fuck up your next five minutes.”
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/ ANON CHANGE IN PROGRESS — STAY TUNED
— end of new mb
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[ bio | headcanon book in progress after my nap ]
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/ wanting to be active on her soooooo bad <33 cb + specify [opt.] | also begging on my knees for more horror themed/creepypasta anons to interact with !!!!
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Valerie was standing in front of her . Her weapon pressed against her throat and a smile on her lips. She always smiled when she was about to paint the floor red with blood.
“I am really curious of seeing angelic blood. Some people say it’s blue. I wanna check on that. Any last words?”
Valerie asked pressing the knife even hard the throat of the girl, of the /victim/. For Valerie she wasn’t nothing more than that. Just alive flesh able to speak and breathe. And she’ll make sure the girl won’t be able to do it ever again after tonight.
(@tojudgeangels /HI! I hope you’ll like it. Tell me if this is boring or you just don’t like it)
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@-cigarettes_slut- / ahhh I’m sorry I haven’t very active on her :’)) sending out a reply after my nap!!! <333
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The shock of the hilt against her hand sent a jolt of static up Valerie’s arm, but her smile didn't falter. If anything, it widened, stretching into something truly 'unfortunately evil' as Dina created distance. The metallic tang of adrenaline was better than any expensive silk.
Valerie rolled her shoulder, the knife spinning effortlessly between her fingers before she tucked it back against her thigh with a snap. She didn't chase after her. Instead, she stood her ground, watching Dina with the sharp-eyed precision of a predator who had just found a toy that actually bites back.
"Hesitation?" Valerie repeated, her voice a low, distorted rasp that sounded like a record skipping on a heartbeat. "You mistake a slow burn for a weak flame, love. I wasn't hesitating... I was listening. I wanted to hear the sound your 'perfection' makes when it finally starts to crack."
She stepped forward, not with a weapon, but with a terrifyingly calm grace, her grey eyes locked onto those inky black hues. "Most people beg. You give instructions. I think I like your frequency even more than I thought I would."
Valerie tilted her head, a strand of her dark hair falling over her eye. "But don't worry. I learn fast. The next time I press steel to your skin, I won't be looking for blue blood... I’ll be looking for the soul you’re trying so hard to hide behind that smirk."
( @tojudgeangels — Careful, Dina. Static is hard to catch, but it’s impossible to get out of your head. )
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. . y' don' . . smell right . .
