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Ikol Laufeyson, May 27th 2024. An unlikely pair, first his job was stolen and then his heart. You'd think Strange would learn not to dance with the Dark but Ikol found a light within him he thought was squashed long ago. Bringing out the better side of a long lost Strange. There's nothing more special than the connection they hold, a sacred bond built on the truth that people can change, for better or worse. A hand cuff, a squabble and a mutual trust in caring for others. Though they push each others buttons any chance they get they also know how to make up for their mistakes. Song: https://youtu.be/5BqjhUmldDc

Obligatory Rules Post21+ - Minors DNI - For your sake and mine.Para-Multi Para - I'm also open to banter and one-liners but building stories is why I'm here.Limits - Pedophilia, Necrophilia, Non-Con; Similiar Themes.No Plotless Smut - This isn't a pure smut account. I'll write it if there's plot/a connection. If it's all you're interested in save us both the trouble and move along.Don't GodMod - Aeron is mine. If you think you know what he'd do: you don't. If you write him for me in anyway; you'll be removed. If you have to control every piece of a story I suggest you go write a novel on your own instead. No Drama - I'm literally here for the fictional world. Keep your real life drama away from me. I got my own already.I'll add to these if I think of more that's pertinent. Breaking these will see me remove you/block you/etc. I don't hesitate to use the button. 

A savage sounding growl left Landyn’s lips as she knocked everything from her desk, the violet eyed Faepire standing across from Landyn, Amara Cassidy arched a slender brow at the show of frustration. “We’ve been at this for hours and we still have nothing to show for it!” Landyn said as she wiped her face, catching the stray tears that had the audacity to escape. Amara sighed as she rested against the desk next to Landyn resting a hand on her shoulder “It would be easier if you’d stop fighting against Red..” Amara said as gently as she could. Yes they had been at this for hours, yes the emotions this provoked were probably ones Landyn would rather forget and that was the goal… to compel every inch of Landyn's memory so she wouldn't have to remember, but there was apart of Landyn that was desperately clinging to the hope that he'd come back. Amara knew all too well how dangerous that one singular emotion was, all hope was good for was its ability to crush even the brightest of spirits."What are you talking about? do you really think I wanna keep bringing this s h i t up? I want it gone… all of it!” Landyn said, pushing up from her seat as golden honey hues brightened and she stood in front of Amara. “Then do what I told you to do… we have to find the moment that you let your guard down, that you let him in or this isn't going to work” Amara said as Landyn nodded her head, violet hues brightened as she stared into Landyn’s golden hues. “Who is Isaac Lahey?” Amara asked as her eyes narrowed and the compulsion began “He was the love of my life, and then he disappeared like a coward” Landyn growled as the tears streamed down her face “I can't do this..” the ginger she wolf said as she shook her head, the hope she had burning in her chest tugged at her ribcage, the very place where her heart should have been seemed hallow, missing a critical piece of herself even though her heart was still very much intact."Tell me about him..” Amara coaxed as she kept the compulsion going, keeping her gaze locked with Landyn’s, the wolf without missing a beat started letting the memories she kept buried flood the center of her mind. “He was a friend of Lydia’s… he offered to help me with my shifts, even though he admitted that he had no idea what he was doing” Landyn said with a small but sad laugh as she shook her head but her eye contact didn't break from Amara’s “The first day we met, we ditched the Scooby gang and I lead him to the one place on earth I felt the safest, threatened his life if he told anyone” Landyn said as Amara laughed a little "That seems like a healthy start..." she gently teased, Landyn could see it as if it was yesterday, the first time she had ever met anyone who seemed to look at her and not through her. Isaac’s gaze never once left her as they walked and he asked her about her life, her attack, genuinely getting to know her but it wasn't until they got to the hidden tree fort that Landyn had decided to do the one thing she’d never done around anyone else. She showed him her wolf.She'd never understand how he could have been so cruel, to want to know her, to weasel his way under the castle walls she kept guarding her heart only to suddenly and without even the slightest explanation take off in the middle of the night like a common coward. "What did you talk about?” Amara coaxed as she listened, the more Landyn spoke the more she could feel the gravity in that singular moment and something told her that was what Landyn needed to focus on. “Well I threatened his life if he told anyone about the secret spot, because I didnt need Scott or Derek jumping down my throat” Landyn’s eyes rolled a bit as she continued to speak. “I was so nervous, I’ve never shown anyone my wolf.. at least not willingly, but I knew if he was gonna help me I had to show him why I was having trouble keeping myself under control” Landyn said as a tear slid down her cheek. This was the moment Amara was waiting for, the anchor that was keeping Isaac alive in Landyn's thoughts despite their hours of efforts trying to get him out of her mind. “How did he react?” Amara asked as she arched a slender brow, pressing the compulsion further to force Landyn to speak."I thought he would for sure freak out, almost everyone did the first time they got to see it” Landyn said as the lump in her throat grew tighter. she had been so terrified to share her wolf, to see the genuine terror in his eyes when he discovered what kind of a freak she actually was. It took all her confidence to even consider showing him, but in the end she knew the only way he could even attempt to help her was by seeing the truth. All the emotions that moment provoked made Landyn want to shut down but the compulsion forced her to keep talking. “I- I shifted…. and when I came out..” the tears began rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably as she held a hand over her chest, just above her heart where the hollow ache began to throb “He called me ‘beautiful’ and embraced me… not just my wolf but me…” Landyn choked on her words but before she could go further Amara spoke “Isaac Lahey is no one except a member of your old pack, an a s s hole who paid you no attention” Landyn nodded her head as her pupils dilated and something in her clicked, a switch flipped and suddenly the room felt like it had fresh air. Her tears had begun to stop as she wiped them away, Amara could sense the change before she even asked the next question “Who is Isaac Lahey?”Landyn's gaze glassed over and once where the name had provoked such strong emotion, now was nothing but an empty expression. “Isaac Lahey is an a s s hole who paid me no attention, an old pack member… a coward” With a relieved sigh Amara let her violet hues dull back to their ocean blue as she pulled Landyn into a hug. “I know you don't remember what we just did… but you are doing the right thing” She whispered before kissing her forehead. Leaving Landyn to collect her thoughts, Amara stepped out of the room. Landyn stood and stared at the photo of herself with a blonde male who she recognized as Isaac Lahey from the old pack she had belonged to, the photo had been crinkled and looked as though tears had stained the pages though now Landyn couldn't understand why.Without a second thought she wiped the remaining tears from her face before she grabbed the photos and walked over to the open fireplace, without hesitation she tossed them in and watched as the photos sparked and slowly melted into the flames. The weight of a thousand worlds lifted off her shoulder, the tightness in her chest that once crippled her had all but disappeared and that hollow ache that had started to feel all too normal, cleared through the fog and the wall Amara had built in Landyn’s mind. Though she wouldn't remember why she was suddenly feeling like her normal self, she found a note in her own handwriting in the journal sitting on her desk…   "Dear me…. welcome to your new chapter..”  Without another glance toward the fire in the fireplace, Landyn closed the journal with a soft smile on her cherry glossed lips. Tossing her crimson locks over her shoulder she made her way out of the now empty room, shutting off the light on her way out.

<Small><center>Slowly working on things, After some recent stuff I wanted to reconnect with people. Life is too short to harbor bad things or ill things. Sometimes going back in time and reconnecting with a life you started out on is needed in life. Degrassi was my first start. Most who were in the verse knew me as my default name after it was gifted to me If you remember Degrassi's verse and go down memory lane with me then let's do so. Life is short not saying we should all be best friends again, but remember the good and let the good out weigh the bad. The verse wasn't always bad and I met some amazing people through out the years. 

William Graham Starter "Hannibal doesn't prey, he believes in god" - Will Graham MCM... -Picture of Will Graham here- How do you fix a broken mind?" Hermione to Dr. Bloom- https://www.roleplayer.me/view_bulletin.php?bulletin_id=2406861 https://youtu.be/BaGMy8kCWVM ‘Hannibal doesn’t prey, he believes in god” -William Graham Francis:Nice pun. -winks- One could believe you got a soft spot for broken things: tea cups, mirrors, minds… Hermione:Yes, well... I suppose I might, what is broken can often be fixed as long as you are careful when placing it back together. Francis:Or you use the shards to create something completely new. An unique piece of art. Hermione:*cocks head* True, true. Though piecing it back together, could make it good as new, if iti is done delicately, with ease. Though making something new, a piece of art could never be the same as what it once was, it would no longer be a tea cup, but something else. Francis:So it depends on what you want. If you insist on your tea cup you have to get the shards together again, and fill the cracks with gold, maybe. Yet a restored broken mirror will never reflect the authentic reality again. It will become a mosaic, a decoration for your room. But what to do with a broken mind? Hermione listened to his words, and though she felt right about how she handled the words of the broken tea cup, or even a mirror, well what he said was right, at least in her eyes. A broken mirror would become no more than a piece of art, for no matter how delicate one is putting a mirror back together, in the end it will show you only the part of someone who is broken, a broken mind if you will. The question remained in her head ‘What do with a broken mind.?’ At this point, coffee was a must, because now, like he often does, Francis had given her a question, in which she would think on. “Good question, Francis, and I shall have an answer in due time.” she said walking off to get coffee. Once Hermione got her coffee, she sparked a cigarette and went to work, her mind swirling to wake up.She sat at the kitchen table, contemplating whether or not to watch the tele or not. Since at time, watching the tele had given her ideas, opened her mind to possible answers to questions, but this question, she felt. Well one she was not sure if the tele could help much. It might, but she was not sure about it. Thinking about it, she felt she may have to go into her own mind to answer his question. The thing with that, well besides her intelligence, it would take more than that to answer the question. Would she have to go into a broken mind? If so, who's and if so how would she find one, so broken? There was one who came to mind, but then again he was the one who asked the question. Therefore he would not be the one to go into, not to mention, she had an innocence that he would never wish to falter, the new question was, though it came from the heart, would going inside a broken mind break her innocence? It would have to break her heart in order to do so, wouldn’t it?’ Be that has it may, Hermione did not feel it would. She had faced darkness before, during her Hogwarts years, but that did not stain her innocence, her heart. It may have more to do with the fact that she had a heart big enough to know in her mind that through the darkness, a light may be around the corner. At this rate, she looked through her college notes, as well as through her notes from the academy. In search of a possible person to read about and get into their minds, but none jumped at her, at least not until her Professor , William Graham came to mind. If anyone she knew at this time had a broken mind, it was certainly him. For research purposes, she would head to one of her Professors from her School of Psychology and Psychiatry. Dr. Bloom. Hermione finished her coffee and went on to dress for the day, walking out the door and walking down to the underground parking lot attached to her apartments. She walked to her midnight blue nineteen -sixty seven mustang, putting the top down before she lit a cigarette, and starting the car, pulling out of her parking spot and driving off to school. Pulling up to the school, she parked her car in the student parking lot, getting out of the car, she saw Dr. Bloom walked alongside SSA Jack Crawford. She could see they were having an avid conversation, about who, she was not sure, but she decided not to get too close to them, instead she leaned against a pole in front of the student parking lot and watched, taking in their mannerisms and doing her best to read their lips. While she watched, she could gather a few words, but not enough to know who they were speaking of. So she decided to wait, she would wait until she could go to Dr. Bloom’s office. While she walked up to school not in any hurry, once in she decided to go to the library. The library, her home away from home. Of course one thing was for sure, when it came to Hermione, books were her escape, no matter what it was. Though fairy tales were no longer in her reading genera, to her Psychology books, books pertaining to the Criminal mind and such became her obsession from spells and potions. Which in the muggle world, were in a way substituted with Chemistry and Cook books. While Hermione sat in the library, she would text Dr. Bloom and let her know she wished to visit her in her office.After that, she went back to reading the book she picked out, one of the many that were not allowed to leave the School Library, so like she use to do, she had to sit in the restricted section in order to read it. She did not mind this, for even as a child she found it comforting and quiet, a place where she would not be disturbed. Still tell this day, it was her place, her escape from the world, which books often did. She glanced at her phone, seeing Dr. Bloom had text back. {Sounds good Hermione- Once I am finished with my current company, I will text you back and let you know. Say, around 1:pm, before your 2pm class?} With that, Hermione text her back- {Thank you, I appreciate you seeing me at your given time. I shall see you then, Dr. Bloom.} Once she texted her back , she continued to read a book, which she was in slight surprise was in the library,let alone the restricted section, a version of the King James bible, though she was not really one to be religious, she was reader and a researcher. She used the different versions of the bible among other religious written variations. While she read, she took notes on certain verses that caught her eye, ones she felt may or may not help her answer Francis’s question he brought about. It could seriously go two ways? Could it not? The thoughts ran through her head like fire, as did the question. It seemed like hours, but was mere minutes before Hermione received a text from Dr Bloom, precisely at 1:00pm. Dr. Bloom:{ Hermione I can see you now, are you in the library?} Hermione:{Yes, I am, but how did you know?} Dr. Bloom{I may have figured you out as a bookworm.} Hermione:{That I am, I am in the restricted section.of course I cannot check out the book.} Dr. Bloom:{No worries, I will make it happen, for you. Meet me at the checkin counter.} Hermione:{Will be there in a few minutes.} By the time Hermione got to the check out desk, Dr. Bloom was already quietly arguing with the librarian. Telling him her student needed the book for research purposes.”Hello Dr. Bloom” Hermione said as the male librarian was ready to rebuttal allowing the book out Dr. Bloom was asking for, until he saw the student it was meant for. “Oh forgive me, I didn’t know it was for Miss Drake, if you would have said that from the beginning I would have allowed it fron the get go, as I know Miss Drake returns her books on time.” he said as he nodded towards Hermione to go get the book, as she did so. Hermione went back to the restricted section and brought the book. “A bible, Miss Drake? This is the third time you wanted a bible.” he said as he secretly checked out the book. Dr. Bloom smiles and nods, as the book was checked out. “Pleasure as always, Miss Drake, by all means take your time.” he said as Hermione took the book and soon followed Dr. Bloom to her office. “Thank you, Dr. Bloom.” she said in a whisper as they walked out the library and headed to her office. “So, Miss Drake, is it?” Dr. Bloom asked, “Well it’s Granger, well to others, but Yes, I prefer Drake, seeing as I am related to the one known as Vlad the Impaler, so I’m told.” Hermione told her, Dr. Bloom knew this for the first time. “Oh really? I was told stories as a child of that man, but I was under the pretense he was a myth” Alana said as her and Hermione entered her office. “Well, in all actuality, he is not truly a myth, but a real person..part of my heritage, no I am not a vampire, haha. Though I have special qualities..I am not permitted to speak of him. Long line of family known to be myths and legends at that.” Hermione told her as she was handed a glass of whiskey, oddly the same kind she normally had. Which Hermione found odd, since this was her first visit to Dr. Bloom. “If i may be so bold, Dr, how did you know i was a whiskey connoisseur?” Hermione asked. She was not sure about Dr. Bloom, questions roamed through her head. It was not like she put out there she cared for Whiskey or cigarettes for that matter, but yer Dr.Bloom seemed to know more about her than Hermione did of her. “Well Miss Granger or Drake, i will say that your school chums keep little about your extracurricular activities secret, ike you prefer..of course one one of them, Garette, whom has brought it to my attention as well as Mr. Graham’s well. They have followed you, well he is not of this school. He is a serial killer, and with you changing your hair color, I feel you are in danger.” Dr.Bloom said as Hermione’s eyes widen in shock.”NO, I did not change my hair color due to him, i changed it simply to grab Mr. Graham’s attention. I mean it is not like my hair color was that different… Mr. Graham has pointed me out during class before my color change. He has pointed me out regardless of my hair color, he picks me out. It’s like he knows I’m different.” Hermione said as she took the glass of whiskey from Dr. Bloom.”So tell me,Miss Drake-Granger, what do you seek?” Alana asked as Hermione sipped her whiskey. “I need to know..how do you fix a broken mind?” Hermione asked Dr Bloom, in regards to her question, hoping she had an answer. Dr. Bloom sighs and looks at Hermione, thinking of Hermione’s other professor, Will Graham. ‘How do you fix a broken mind? And who brought that to your attention? Who made you come across that question, Miss Drake?” Alana asked. Hermione took a deep breath, then sighed, 'Umm no one in particular it’s just a question that came across me at home is all.’ Hermine said as she wrapped her coat around her, Seeing as the one she harbored was not yet known. “Well according to my father there is not a way, but then again he said positivity.. I just want to know what will work. “ Hermione said as she waited to hear Dr. Bloom’s thoughts. “Well, it depends how broken the mind is, I mean, your father is partly right on that account, but yeah. It really depends on how broken the mind is.” Dr. Bloom told Hermione, with that Hernione nodded, “What about Professor Graham? I mean his mind is broken..isn’t it?” Hermione asked Alana nods, “Yes, but a mind like his, well it’s one that has to be taken in delicately, It’s not e that can be put back together easily. It would take quite a bit to fix, tell me Hermione… of all minds, why did you pick his? I mean it would take more than magic, more than even you to fix…” Dr Bloom said not even she could fox his mid, try as she might. “You know what.. Maybe you could help someone fix him, I mean I thus far could not..but maybe you and someone else could. I mean you have something I don’t nor does anyone else who has been trying to fix him..” Alana said as she took a deep breath writing down a name. One that from this point on may change Hermone from this point on…Hannibal Lector. Alana does not take her students too lightly. Seeing as within the FBI, even as an Agent in training, Hermione was bright and innocent. Will Hannibal see the innocence in her? Would he try to kill her? All would hope he wouldn’t see Hermione was pure. She was innocent in a bottle if you will. Alana would surely have to keep an eye on her. For Will, for Jack's sake. She was a promising young woman. Alas , Alana wanted nothing to happen to her… For she knew Hermione had a crush, and she could only hope it would stay only that, a crush. A crush on her Professor…on William Graham..of course Alana could only do so much. She only hoped that down the line she could keep it that way. Since even she down the line found Willia unstable. Has Hermione got out of the chair and went to walk out the door, Alana got up and caught Hermione by the arm, “Mione.. Do me a favor..” Alana said as Hermione looked at her grabbing her rm, then up at Dr. Bloom, “Yes, what is it?” Hermione asked with a questioning look in her eyes, “Please, for your sake, stay away from your Professor.. From Will, he is more insatiable than you think, more than even you could handle..” Alana told her, but Hermione did not believe her, with her heart, Hemione believed she could mend his broken mind…. Even before she would even go to Hannibal. Hermione would go to Will first, she in her mind and in her heart felt she could fix his broken mind, without Hannibal…Could she? That was a question at this time she could not even answer at this time. All Hermione could do was fly into the Hawk’s nest herself. Hermione goes to Willaim Graham herself.... "ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ." ------------ Tired? Was tired even the right word anymore? A soft sigh left the distressed man's chest. Blue eyes and a softly scowling face concentrated on his new interest of search: Hazard, the great wizard of ancient Babylon, and kings' whore, Venus. Believe it or not, the professor had other interests besides the crime field. He loved history. Knowledge. Graham possessed a lot of it, or at least that’s what he liked to argue he had. Knowledge. His lips spoke the most beautiful languages, French, English, Arabic, he even could translate old Hebrew and some Latin. He knew history by heart, not only because a lot of history he had witnessed himself, especially some of the most violent homicides that were the rich content for graphic files, having had indulged in the field in his previous professional life. There was not a book he did not read and if there was one, he fixed the mistake within hours, he educated himself for what else to do when you are blessed with solitude to combine with so much time on your sleeves other than study and teach? He would decode mathematic problems over breakfast but there was one science that would never go through his skull. The science that wore the cannibal’s name. He’d never struggled to get a read on people, until he met Dr.Lecter. But like Taylor Swift says, ‘It's been a long time. And seeing the shape of your name, still spells out pain.’ Think about something else, Will! he hurriedly told himself every time his thoughts wandered about the cannibal, but his thoughts would only go round in a circle. He had no idea where Hannibal had gone. Or if he still lives for that matter. Nobody had breathed a word to him, not even Alana - but everyone must have known where his partner in crime had gone. Someone must have known. Except Will. They must all have been talking about it endlessly, but when the professor was around they would hurriedly change the subject, talk of other things, while secretly they watched Will, knowing they knew something he didn't know. Did they enjoy the sense of power that secret knowledge gave them? Was that why they had been silent? What about Hermione. The student who seemed to be everyone’s best friend. The girl and the professor shared many (if not all) mutual friends. So did that earn her a first-row-seat when people spoke about Hannibal when Will wasn’t there? Did she swear secrecy not to bring it to her professor too? No, not Hemione, Will thought. Well if she knew anything, she didn't say it because she couldn't bring herself to tell Will; she knew how much it was going to affect him. And that was another humiliation, on top of all the others Will had suffered lately. It made it worse to know that people understood what he was going through! Oh, how he hated pity… The professor drew himself up, lifting his curly head in a defiant little jerk. He couldn't stop people guessing how he felt, but he didn't have to let them see! Nobody must see anything. From now on he must be on his guard against prying eyes, curious eyes, even those of friends who loved him and cared what happened to him. Damn Hannibal Lecter and his schemes. From now on, Will was wholeheartedly behind Jack Crawford and his conspirators if Hannibal was still there and they plotted to catch him. If they ever needed him on board, he was definitely in! In fact, he couldn't wait to see the cannibal’s face when the bomb exploded underneath him! While those thoughts were constantly in the back of his mind, Will stretched slightly behind his desk. It seemed near dead at this time of day, students were off for their lunch break which often lasts for no less than 45 minutes before they were to be recruited back to their classes, albeit the floor wasn't fully empty, for a few professors stuck around in their offices probably caught up in a puddle of sheets and researches as well. Will had been on the career of educating for the best part of nine months by now. He had the chance to do what near every teacher wanted most, to teach a class of his own but it proved to be something that hadn't interested him much. In his mind, he had always wanted to help people. /Really/ help them. But to make a decent career out of investigating crime scenes with his current state of mind was near impossible. A disputation over the matter surely rose between Dr. Bloom and his dear old boss, Jack Crawford. Will wasn't a fan of the long and crappy work week he'd had. Hell, everyone had a rough week. Jack was on the rampage it seemed. Or rather, he was more silent and sullen than normal. No matter what Will did, he couldn't pull him out of his funk. That bothered the professor. Not even a 'Will, you're losing it' and a chuckle from the dark-skinned male. All. Damn. Week. Jack was up his ass about wanting to put Will in the field /AGAIN/ and 'test him out'. Alana was insistent that Will 'wasn't ready'. Personally Will wanted to give each of them a period pack of chocolate, midol and tampons in a little bedazzled clutch bag and tell them to get over themselves and stop making decisions for him. Somehow, that didn't seem like a great idea so the professor opted out of it. Now here he was. Sitting at this desk, nursing his packed lunch in abandon. Trying to let the stress of the week fade, Will began to take slow, deep breaths. It's fine. This too, shall pass. Making his brisk movement away from the window and back to his desk as a shiver came to him for the mild wind bit at his skin, "Rising sun aye..." he mused as a little smile flickered on his mouth. A few minutes later, he was enjoying a peach yogurt at his desk, when the door suddenly knocked, making him jump almost guiltily. He hated to be caught eating in the office, although it wasn't illegal, and he often brought a packed lunch to work just in case and when he previously knew he'd be having a busy day. It meant he could be sure of at least one quiet hour in which to catch up with any paperwork which had fallen behind, and Will hated to fall behind with any of his work. Not when his colleagues watched him like hawks, waiting for him to fail, or to show signs of weakness, but Graham was determined to keep his job and do it as efficiently as he could, so he got into the habit of arriving early and leaving late, and skipping lunch whenever he felt the volume of work was growing too heavy. He tried not to be seen snacking at his desk, however, by any of the other academy staff, or even the students. He obviously preferred the appearance of effortless efficiency. When Will was appointed for his job, he had leapfrogged over several older professors, whose resentment was openly expressed, if in oblique fashion. “I heard you haven’t passed the FBI screening,” they often taunted him. “Maybe you should try a different field. You won’t be able to do the work.” And, when, after straining every nerve, Will managed to prove them wrong, they said with pretended sympathy but through gritted teeth, “It will be too much for you; you’ll never keep it up,” Today though, it was not one of his acid colleagues who interrupted him. It was Hermione, the spring sunlight gleaming on her hair and fair skin. Will was just as horrified as if it had been one of his colleagues. He put down his tub of yogurt and ushered her in. “Please… come in, Ms. Drake.” Show quoted text Show quoted text

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Never have. The new system is confusing to me so I tend not to use them. I might actually turn them off in the future so please keep that in mind.16. I am a literate and experienced writer. This means I have over 16 years of writing under my belt. I have been writing since I was very young, but don't let this intimidate you. I am literate, I write in third person for mat (he/she, they/them), complete sentences, proper spelling, proper punctuation, proper grammar.17. I understand that mistakes can and do happen and I will NOT bombard you with insults if you make a couple of mistakes here and there, just don't make it a habit but I will GENTLY nudge you and point you in the right direction.18. I offer coding help when I can. I have been coding and layout making since 2008 when I was on a site called Xanga.com and was teaching myself to code and there were tutorial sites that actually helped others learn to code on their own and I used their knowledge to help teach myself and here I am today with all the knowledge I learned from them with the stuff I know now.19. Do not attack me with stuff that happened in the past. I am not the same person I was 10 years ago. I have changed, and I have changed for the better. I was a complete and utter destructive mess back in 2010 and I made A LOT of mistakes and I intend to rekindle what was lost at some point on here. Point is, people change, even me.20. Please DO NOT turn this into a chore, obligation or responsibility because I will end it immediately. I won't talk to you, respond to you, or even add you back once you've been deleted and blocked. I don't tolerate being treated as a mute or a number.Thank you for reading this far to my guidelines/rules and I ask that you read and sign them at the bottom so I know that you have read them. Thank you so much for reading them in the first place. I know it's a long read, but you don't have to read it all at once. Just skim through it if you need to, that's all I ask for.

As Hunter's vision tunneled, his brain kicked into overdrive, replaying a kaleidoscope of memories from his 27 years. The crack of a baseball connecting with his father's mitt on the field. Mom's warm hugs after a tough day at school. Jake and Amelia's laughter ricocheting through the woods as they chased urban legends. Then the night everything changed - a panicked scuffle, a sickening thud, widening pools of blood. Fleeing their hometown under a shroud of guilt. The first eerie creek in his Savannah apartment signaling Karen's presence. The spine-tingling scream that made him a believer in the paranormal. Pouring over arcane texts and hunting for Karen's surviving loved ones, his desperation to uncover her story intensifying with each unanswered question. In his final seven minutes, Hunter's defining moments blurred together - cherished childhood recollections intertwined with the violence and haunting that now consumed him. His fight to unveil Karen's truth before his own secret unraveled. As the blackness closed in, a woman's anguished wail echoed through his mind, sending a final chill down Hunter's spirit. Then a void of finality as his life blinked out, his brain's movie reel spinning to a permanent stop.

Scrawling each experience in meticulous detail helped anchor Hunter's fraying grip on reality. The journal entries were a catalog of terror, charting his steady unraveling night after night. Yet he found grim solace in committing the paranormal chaos to paper, solidifying it beyond the vagaries of his increasingly sleep-deprived psyche. He glanced down at the cramped paragraphs with a grim smile. Proof that his sanity wasn't slipping, merely straining under the weight of inexplicable horrors manifesting around him. The scribbled pages were lifelines, compelling him to keep investigating no matter how frightening the truth might be. Whatever tormented Karen in this apartment before her death was now tormenting him. But he wouldn't run, wouldn't abandon the mystery until he had answers. The journal was their connection, his chronicle of her restless unfinished story waiting to be told.

* if i have deleted you previously / rejected your request in this verse, it is due to ..--- seeing multiple instances ( whether here or on discord ) of behavior that made me uncomfortable.————————— * * i really, really dislike hypocritical, mean-spirited remarks over silly fiction.--- you are closely involved with someone doing the above & i spared you deleting me.--- our ideas / personalities do not mesh well or i simply don`t want to write together.this is a creative environment where people may think outside of canon - you are just as welcome to remain strictly by the written word or show! i`ve read the books, i watch the show .. and i write rhaena as i see fit. it`s equally okay to be incompatible & not interact. we all have our preferences, and i want to remain polite even if we disagree.* i love alternate universes! i love crossovers!* i travel with my bestie often, although i think this`ll be a slow summer. pretty please don`t rush me. * discord? unsure still if i want to share this. it seems really disruptive & to inspire people`s worst side. 

Teenager"Out! You gotta knock before enterin'! Out out OUT!"Sweet, young Claudia, she had been a blessing between Lestat and Louis. The perfect fix for their problems. When they'd argue she'd slip her sweet self between them and the two quickly forgot their problems, focusing on their beloved little girl. However, Claudia wasn't exactly staying the little girl she had been when first turned. Being changed at the tender age of fourteen she of course appeared as a young girl, sounded like one, still often acted like one but as time went on she became less a little girl and turned more into something that was almost as frightening as a vampire.. a teenager​​​​​​.After being turned Claudia drifted in closeness between Louis and Lestat. She and Louis had a sweeter more innocent connection for sure. But given Lestat was her maker, she also connected with him. Though it was far less sweet, the two would bicker, playfully at first though as Claudia grew so did their arguments.At the moment, Claudia was finally getting her room. She was getting older, sharing a room with her parents just didn't seem right and both Lestat and Louis thought it was time she had her spot in the house, time they had a bit more privacy between them as well, had more than just a coffin lid to hide their activities​​​​​​.Louis happily helped Claudia arrange the room, it was fixed so that at night she could have her bed that she could lounge about on, read her books, and write in her diaries. And in the morning the entire bed and wall would spin around and there would be her coffin just waiting for her to crawl inside for sleep. Claudia was ecstatic of course! She'd finally have her own room, her own space from her parents. She was so grateful for Louis help when it came to arranging it all however, she overlooked the fact that Lestat was part of the reason she got her bedroom as well. He convinced Louis it was time.Claudia sat at her desk, scribbling away in her newest diary, Louis was arranging her few final dolls on the shelf above her coffin. When her bedroom door opened in walked Lestat, casually leaning against the doorframe. With a frown and sudden burst of anger Claudia threw her ink and pen at Lestat, the bottle just shattering near his feet. "Out! You gotta knock before enterin'!! Out out OUT!"With her shouts, she ended up throwing both her parents out of her bedroom. With the door slammed in their face Louis only laughed while Lestat seemed unsettled. "She has never behaved that way with me before... what's happened?" He questioned. Louis only gave a small smirk. "Well you might not remember givin' how old you are but Claudia.. is now a teenager. And we.. more so you... are in for it." Louis teased playfully as he walked away.Lestat simply rolled his eyes though still stared at the white door that had been slammed in his face. While he always understood Louis was perhaps the favorite this was the first time he felt a true anger come from Claudi, solely directed at him. It made her sad but also uncomfortable, and that was something Lestat did not care for."She has never behaved that way with me before... what's happened?" template credit.

꧁ Renjii Okajima ꧂Viewer discretion is advised. Dark themes ahead. Please read at your digression.➤General Info┊❧ Age: 19-25 (depending on rp)┊❧ Nicknames: Ren, Ren-kun┊❧ Sex: Male┊❧ Sexual Orientation: Gay, submissive, bottom┊❧ Species: Human immune to certain abilities┊❧ Height: 5’7┊❧ Weight: 135┊❧ Hair color: Purple now, was blonde┊❧ Eye Color: Blue┊❧ Body Type: Small, lithe, skinny┊❧ Scars: Several on back. Some cigarette burns on his shoulder, two scars on his left forearm.┊❧ Clothing: Skinny jeans either ripped or not. Converse shoes in black or blue. Hoodie or zip up jacket in light or dark blue. ┊❧ Mic.: Stutters when scared or really nervous. Used to wear glasses due to bad vision.➤Personality┊❧ Likes: Cooking, singing, writing music, photography, tea.┊❧ Dislikes: Coffee, soda ┊❧ Fears: Large pools of water, small tight spaces, thunderstorms.┊❧ Mental Disorders: Self-Esteem issues, depression, trusting issues, suicidal thoughts occasionally┊❧ Known Languages: Japanese, Korean, French, German, English, and learning some Russian.┊❧ Hobbies: Singing, playing guitar, writing music, cooking and taking long walks.➤ Family┊❧ Mother: Althea Meyer. Known as a defense lawyer. Mostly helping the crime leaders of all over that can afford to have her on their side. Blonde hair, blue eyes, looks good for her age because she has the power over time. Can stop her body from aging and possibly even her age itself. Who knows.┊❧Father: Griffin Okajima: He’s a chronic gambler and is works as an auto mechanic. Had a drinking problem and anger issues. Black hair and brown eyes, little chubby due to lack of exercise and drinking.┊❧ Sister: Lyla Meyer. Younger sibling and only one. Died when she was only eight when Ren was twelve of cancer. Leukemia. A very happy girl, always caring and kind. You couldn’t help but smile when she was around. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Could be Ren’s twin if it wasn’t due to their age difference.➤BackgroundEver since his sister’s death things have been hectic. His parents got divorced, his mother blamed him for her daughter’s death even though there was nothing anyone could do. Every doctor, every nurse and even Lyla. She may have been young but she was smart enough to know that it was the end. Lyla begged her big brother to take her out of the hospital one last time, to the beach to watch the sunset and hear her brother sing her favorite song. She fought for so long but was so tired of the needles, the constant doctor changes and being stuck in the hospital. What kind of brother would he be to deny her of her last request when she begged him? So he snuck her out of the hospital, took a cab and to the beach they went. She died just after sunset. His parents treated him differently ever since. No that wasn’t true. There really wasn’t a time that they really treated him like a son, if it wasn’t for Lyla being there for him, he would have been invisible.After his parents got divorced Ren and his father moved around a lot due to his father’s gambling habit. They never really stayed in one place for too long. Always moving just after a year. Ren dropped out of high school just so he could get a job and help his father with the bills and also his debt. He would do odd jobs, sign up for contests, basically anything that he could do as a teenager. Even though he dropped out of school Ren would still try and learn what he could online.Ren was fifteen when he realized he was gay. He couldn’t figure out what was happening until he researched it a little more. Some explanation as to why he wasn’t really attracted to girls or why he wasn’t like a regular teenager. So he delved deep into some details and low and behold, he was gay. Made sense to him now that he really thought about it but decided to keep it a secret because he knew that his father wasn’t going to accept it and Ren would be right. When he was sixteen his father found out that Ren was gay through a coworker. This coworker’s son snitched on him when Ren confided in him. Which now resulted in his trust issues. Griffin was already in a foul mood, lost a bet, and now found out his son was gay. Ren didn't deny it when he was confronted and ended up getting beat by a belt. Ren’s father just kept hitting him over and over on his back shouting profanities and finally stopped when he realized Ren was had blacked out. Realizing that this would be a problem he took Ren to the hospital and claimed he was jumped by some homophobes to protect his own ass. Ren never corrected it and the abuse never stopped. Different hospital trips for different things across the country. No one was able to track the afflictions that Ren endured. He had his rib broken five times, arm fracture in three places, six concussions, broken wrist and some more cuts. Deciding that the hospital trips were getting out of hand, Ren decided to learn basic knowledge on how to take care of these things at home besides the broken bones if more were to happen. He taught himself how to do stitches and be able to brace his ribs. Stuff like that. Ren couldn’t handle the debt he already had with the hospital bills let alone keeping up with his own father’s bills. To cope with all of this Ren resorted to taking drugs, just pills. Something to help take the edge off and keep him somewhat sane. Some days he wished to just take them all and end it. In fact one day he did and his father found him in time and got him to the hospital. Since then Ren was careful and didn’t try it again, though the thoughts weren’t too far from his mind.

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I'll keep these short, and to the point.#1. Drama: Keep it out of my life. Got enough to deal with. In character is fine, but nothing outside of that.#2. Lewd themes: I may indulge in some, however, they are far from my primary focus. Also, I like things to be built up rather than just straight-up getting to business.#3. Do not rush me --- this one should be pretty self-explanatory. I will get to things at my own pace, this is a hobby, and like many other people, I have more than one I partake in. #4. One-liners [banter exempt] and simple hellos don't give me anything to work with, so, I tend to ignore these. Nothing personal.#5. Be respectful. Pretty simple, yeah? Should be something we all practice.#.6. Spontaneous starters are preferred. I will discuss, but I'm about getting things going ASAP. Time is precious.I'll add more if there's ever a need, but for now, this is all.

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Midnight Rain; a Prequel   Bubblegum / @shakeitoff 2021 MayUniversity of Southern California Jingyi Lee was more nervous today than she had been in years. Their little angel, Jubilation, was now 14 years old. She was quite a little spitfire insisting on being called Jubilee in front of her school friends and when they picked her up from gymnastics class.Both of her parents were so proud of their little girl. She was so talented in gymnastics that her coach recommended she go to the trials to see if she could make it for the US Olympics Team. There was no question about it. The Lees would fund this once in a lifetime chance for their daughter. It would also allow them the opportunity to do other things that needed to be kept away from the constant eye of their shadow.They had been in the United States for over 20 years now. Tomi Shishido had made everything clear for them to get to these shores. At first he had kept his distance, but as the years passed his presence was looming like a virus. The Lees dirty secret was that Shishido owned 5% of their business at first as payment for his services. He gradually wormed his way in to get up to 7% of their import export business. Right before the recommendation for Jubilee to try out for the US Olympics Gymnastics Team, Shishido was pressing for an increase to 15% of their total assets. They did everything they could in order to keep this from Jubilee. She couldn't know. It was nothing that should worry a child. Her parents were both adamant that she focus on school and on her gymnastics. She did both without question. This made the Lees even more desperate to get rid of Shishido.Zhan Lee and Jingyi Lee were sitting in the stands with the other parents of Olympic hopefuls. Jingyi was craning her neck trying to see where their daughter was about to perform. “Do you see her yet Baba?”Zhan adjusted his glasses. “There's our girl!” He was such a proud papa. Jubilee was the apple of his eye. He was so proud of her and her accomplishments. She was smarter than either one of her parents and exceptionally talented. He and his wife took a chance coming to the US when they did and he was glad of it. His gaze drifted to the sight of his lawyer speaking with that man again. Zhan knew good and damn well that Tomi Shishido was worse than the Triads or the Yakuza. He and his wife had met with a new attorney Anushka Joshi and were in the process of switching their business and financial holdings to her to be their representative. Unfortunately those things took time.~*~ There was another face in the crowd that day. The man was Canadian by birth. He hated Tomi Shishido with everything he possessed and then some. He had spent time using his connections to track down the bastard known as The Gorgon. His hands were dirty as hell especially considering how high he ranked in an organization called The Hand. One of these days, James Howlett was going to remove the blight that was Tomi Shishido from the face of the earth.He was given inside information by Zhan Lee about the role Shishido had played in their lives for the past two decades. Lee and his wife had a kid. Lee didn't want anything to happen to their daughter Jubilation. He spoke to Howlett alone and without his wife's knowledge. Lee was convinced that Shishido was about to kill him because he was fighting back. This was where Howlett drew the line. No little girl was going to lose her daddy, not if he could help it. He was an added insurance policy to make sure Shishido would be finally driven off for good. All they had to do was wait. The bastard would surely show his face again soon.~*~Now on floor exercises, JUBILATION LEE from Beverly Hills!The eyes of the room were focused on that tiny girl with refined features. She was a dynamo when it came to the talent she had for gymnastics. She took her place on the floor. Before the music started she caught sight of her parents who were clapping the hardest and the loudest. With their love and support, Jubilee could do anything. Finally the music started. That was her cue.The music she had chosen was “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper. Everyone was all about 80s retro these days and Jubilee being the girly girl she immediately took to Cyndi Lauper. The music started and she was off in a diagonal line.Zhan focused on how gifted his daughter was. She moved through the air with the greatest of ease. He was so proud of her! His entire flight here and everything they had gone through to this point had been for her. The reason why he was fighting back against Shishido was Jubilee. She didn't need this bastard hanging over her head like he had been with her parents. Zhan's gaze swept the room. He caught sight of James Howlett. He was starting to feel better already.The opening tumbling run was always designed to catch the attention of the judges and those watching. She hit her goal of multiple handsprings and a twist of her hips that caused her to face the side of the mat that she had just been standing. She held up her hands perfectly in the midst of thundering applause. She knew she'd hit it perfectly. She made eye contact with her mother and winked. The Lees were cheering so loud and proud for their only daughter.~*~ Shishido was here. He kept out of sight from the public attempting to blend in as best he could. He knew that bastard Wolverine was here. Zhan Lee was going to pay for working with Wolverine and attempting to get away from him. This was an unpardonable sin. He silently crept toward the locker rooms. Betrayal was going to be dealt with harshly. Minions were dispatched to locate the Lees and bring them to his location.The Lees were waiting for the score to come for their daughter's tumbling run. They didn't see the men behind them until it was too late. The world around them went black.Howlett watched the kid do her thing. She was definitely a little firecracker on the floor. He found himself applauding too. He turned toward where he'd seen the Lees. They had vanished without a trace. “SH*T!” He growled through clenched teeth. Gorgon made his move. The man called Wolverine immediately started searching for the Lees.~*~The floor exercises were soon finished and she knew she nailed it. She'd not gone out of bounds. She was flawless. Her score was announced and she screeched for joy. She was going to St Louis! Her eyes immediately went to where her parents were sitting only to see that they were gone. Her heart had skipped a beat. Where were they? She immediately ran back toward the locker rooms.A blood curdling scream came from the locker rooms. A crowd had gathered outside of the girls locker room. Jubilee pushed in through the throng to find both of her parents laying there in a puddle of blood. She immediately started to run toward them when Riku grabbed her arm. “Jubilee! No!”The boy from her school was obsessed with her. Riku Nakahara was handsome, sure, but Jubilee just wasn't interested. He had never learned the meaning of the word no. Jubilee was the first one to ever say that to him and that didn't set well with him. He grabbed onto her harm tighter. She felt the most intense emotions in her life come bubbling to the surface. Anger, rage, hatred all emerged because of the site of her dead parents. “RIKU LET ME GO!” With each word she spoke, an array of colors began to leap from her body. Fireworks were coming from her body but she didn't know how or why. WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER?Jubilee took off into the night screaming and crying trying to stop these fireworks from erupting from her body. Her favorite mall was nearby. She somehow wound up there. A section of the mall was being renovated. Her internal fireworks had finally stopped. She found her way into the mall and its renovations to stay hidden away from everyone that worst night of her life.Howlett had gotten there too late. They were dead. He did see their daughter was now a human fireworks display. Everything was falling apart. Howlett wasn't going to let this scared and confused kid get in any more trouble. He would kill anyone who kept him from her. He knew what it felt like to be alone. He wasn't going to let the kid feel what he did; not now or ever.END "If you disappoint me, I'm going rogue." -- Jubilation Lee credit: james kriet