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absolutely no OOC drama, ever. I don't participate in that sh*t, too old. so are you, so let's not. please don't add me to write and then expect me to do everything. I get tired of being the only one to write starters. let's have some courtesy, and if you really wanna write, can you start? thanks. coming to me exclusively for smut will get you blocked. I'm tired of people who use sex and horniness as an entire personality. it's the most basic sh*t out there. there's other things to life, and women are not sex objects, they're people. lets all try and remember that important fact that people love to forget. if you're on my list that means we support one another. if you never return the support, and never say thank you when I share for you, and never are bothered to engage with someone who is supporting you all the time? I'll delete you. some of you care more about being popular and getting attention from certain people and it shows. this is more sh*t that we're too old for. I fully understand wanting to fit in, but ignoring people who support you and then whining no one wants to write with you is annoying and rude. I don't play when it comes to indirect statuses. you're better off just taking it to me in messages. that's all I got for now, but if people annoy me I'll add more. thanks!

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RULES [ 1 ] ALL ROLE-PLAY PARTNERS MUST BE AT LEAST EIGHTEEN (18) AND OLDER, SPECIFICALLY IN THE 21+ AGE RANGE. This is so this way anyone who might be underage and is considering role-playing with me knows that sending a friend request or even reaching out would be a waste of time and that they can move on to find someone more suitable for them. [ 2 ] As for how I role-play, I mainly use third-person, past tense. I usually reply with whatever I feel is more comfortable and suitable for me depending on how much I choose to write. [ 3 ] I am open to doing crossovers, though it depends on the verse. If you want to plot with me, your best interest would be to propose something of that nature.[ 4 ] While I understand that real life tends to get the best of everyone, if you aren't interested in RPing with me in general, please give me a heads-up. On the other hand, if you would like to continue our characters' storylines together, please let me know. I'm more than happy to try and keep any ongoing messages here on the site if it allows or through Discord DMs/Discord servers until you have made your return, so long as you are still interested.

Disclaimer: I don't own K Project or Nagare, nor do I have any affiliation with the creators.    one — Quality>Quantity. I consider myself multi/novella, but it's really all about what suitis the post for me.    two — I'm all for discussions or just starting something to see what happens.  three — I'd prefer my writing partners to be at least 21.    four — This is a multi-storyline character, meaning a storyline with Person A will have no effect on an existing storyline with Person B unless it's discussed and agreed upon by all parties involved.    five — I really shouldn't have to say this, but no OOC drama. IC drama is A-okay though.    six — I can either reply at lightning speed or snail speed and no in between. I apologize in advance. ;o; I'll always make sure to give writing partners a heads up on extended absences and hiatuses.

Midnight Rain; A prequel   Bubblegum / @shakeitoff Fall 1996 Hong KongThe main subject of the news was inescapable. The United Kingdom's rule over Hong Kong was at an end. After nearly 150 years, China would once again rise to take control over the only free area within its borders. Zhan Lee and his wife Jingyi Lee had become prominent members of the community over the past year. The young couple were noted for running quite a successful business with ties as far reaching as the British Crown. The handover was something that worried them both. Zhan had the phone pressed to his ear. “Yes. I understand. You're absolutely certain of this?” He was a highly educated man who spoke flawless English. Some considered him one of the most brilliant minds in all of the Hong Kong business market. “I understand.” He placed the phone back on the base.Jingyi had a look of worry that threatened to carve itself into her delicate features. “And…?” They were just starting out as a married couple. They were the perfect combination to get this business going in a free market port area like Hong Kong. Everything was turning toward the future with an eye toward the year 2000. The couple even promised each other that they wouldn't have children until everything was more certain for them. Jingyi wanted to have a baby so badly her soul ached.Zhan's expression was bleak. “There was nothing that they could do.” They had put in a request to emigrate to London. Several of the contracts they had for their import export business involved the Crown. They were certain that a move to the UK would be feasible. “They are focusing on the handover. It would be considered sabotage against the handover if any business was to leave the area to go to London.” Were they going to have to stay in Hong Kong? Jingyi could feel the ivy chill of fear grip the pit of her stomach. Hong Kong was going to change when the Communists moved in to take control. She'd heard enough horror stories to make her physically ill every time her mind started to wander. This was no place or time to start a family. “We can't stay here. We have to go somewhere.” Eyes glistening soon gave way to a full fledged blanket of tears.Zhan wanted to be a father more than anything himself. He knew that what his wife was saying was true. The eyes of the world would be on China as this transfer was about to happen. They had to agree to certain terms. The colonial presence of the Crown was actually a safety zone to quite a few people in Hong Kong. Others were ready to embrace change with the unification coming. This young couple was at an impasse. He pulled his wife close for a comforting embrace.There was a knock at their door. Zhan reluctantly let his wife go. He started toward the door when an envelope was stuck under the door. He reached for the envelope and opened it. There was a letter there written in Japanese. Fortunately both of them could read Japanese. He glanced over the letter before handing it to his wife.ビジネスを救いたいなら、今夜の深夜に倉庫に来てください。[[If you want to save your business, then come to your warehouse tonight at midnight.]]They looked at one another. Sure this all felt like a trap, but what could they do? The future looked bleak but was it enough to make a deal with the devil in a manner of speaking. No words passed between them. There was only one possible answer.MidnightThe Lees entered their warehouse slowly. They held hands as they cautiously took in their surroundings. Each step silently forward into this unknown future was more terrifying than the last. At least they knew they would be taking it together. Zhan called out into the void. “こんにちは？” [hello?] A rather tall young Japanese man stepped out from the shadows. He had longish black hair and he wore a suit that was obviously tailored. Those weren't traits neither Lee found disturbing. It was the fact he was wearing sunglasses at night. “私はあなたたち二人がアメリカに行けるよう手助けできます。疑うことなく私を信頼してください。分かりましたか?” [ I can help you both get to the United States. You must trust me without question. Do you understand?]Jingyi clung tighter to her husband. Going to the US was a dream. Was it actually possible? “Who are you?” She blurted in English. “Why should we trust you?”His lips curled upward in a predatory smile. “My name is Tomi Shishido. I can get you there completely legally of course.” His entire presence was so cold that the room temperature fell five degrees Celsius.Neither of them wanted to go with this man or what could possibly happen but they were terribly desperate. Every door they tried to take kept slamming in their face. The options as well as their time was slipping through their fingers.They met each other's gaze before looking back toward the odd man wearing sunglasses. “We're listening.” Zhan answered for both of them.To be continued   "If you disappoint me, I'm going rogue." -- Jubilation Lee credit: james kriet

    Name: Verity TaggertAge: Mortal Age: 25 years old Actual Age: 327 years old Gender: FemaleDate of Birth: October 31st, 1696Job: Nightclub ownerAppearance: Verity has porcelain skin, long flowing black hair, piercing crimson eyes, and sharp fangs. She often dresses in elegant Victorian-style clothing, with a preference for deep reds and blacks.Personality: Mysterious and alluring, Verity is both charming and dangerous. She has a commanding presence and is fiercely independent. Despite her aloof exterior, she harbors deep emotions and a longing for connection.Strengths: Immortality, superhuman strength and speed, heightened senses, ability to mesmerize and hypnotize others.Weaknesses: Vulnerability to sunlight, silver, and garlic, aversion to holy symbols, bloodlust, struggles with the burden of her eternal existence.Abilities: Shape-shifting, mind control, telekinesis, regeneration, ability to turn into mist.Backstory: Verity was turned into a vampire by a powerful ancient vampire on her 25th birthday. She spent centuries traveling the world, honing her skills and amassing wealth and knowledge. Eventually, she settled in a bustling city and opened a nightclub as a front for her nocturnal activities.Hidden Hobby: Verity secretly enjoys painting hauntingly beautiful portraits of her victims, capturing their final moments frozen in time.Specific Fear: Verity harbors a deep fear of losing her sense of self and giving in completely to her primal vampire instincts.

Im zed and yeah im a zombie 

London.A city that once held so much love, laughter, and metaphorical sunshine, now plagued by the reminder that I wasn’t enough for it or the people that lived here. Too in love with those who never really loved me. I fell in love in this city. Built up a dream life with a boy who always had one foot out the door and showered me in the sweetest nothings that held the littlest meaning, hung onto every word because I hoped that one day they would be true. Spent years devoting myself to him, showing him just how good a life together could be, only for him to throw me away when he got bored. He always came back, and I swore up and down I wouldn’t let him, but when it came to Jedsen Allan, I was a weak woman who loved self-destruction.When I booked this tour, I thought I would be okay coming back. I had been to London millions of times since Jed and I called it quits all those years ago, but this trip felt different. It was different.I hadn’t noticed the date at first — I tended to look the other way the moment the middle of April crept up, knowing that my sweet boy’s birthday would be here any moment. It’s been years since I lost him, and though it’s gotten easier with time, his birthday was a cruel reminder that I didn’t have him anymore.He would’ve been thirteen today.I only got to have him for four of those years before cancer took him from me, robbing him of life and robbing me of being a mother. It doesn’t seem fair, but I suppose nothing in life is — we’re born to suffer and make the best out of it, even if it makes you feel like you’re falling apart.And god, do I feel like I’m falling . . .                                 Too many memories, too much heartache.I couldn’t stay locked in my hotel room, needing air to clear my thoughts and fully inflate my lungs. I wasn’t sure where I’d end up, but I was close enough to the water that I could sit and clear my head without much distraction.The walk wasn’t long, only fifteen minutes at most — I stopped at a cafe along the way, in need of caffeine to shake the tiredness and dread from my bones. After ordering — an iced chai with three shots of espresso, and a hot chocolate in honor of Ronan — I took a seat and waited for my drinks to be done, getting lost in my phone for the few moments I had to myself.Until I heard it. I could recognize his voice anywhere.“Thank you,” Jedsen spoke softly, taking his drink from the barista, my eyes glued to the side of his face.  He must’ve felt me staring, his attention turning toward me momentarily, and before I knew it, he was gone. Walked right out the door without any sort of acknowledgment toward my existence, just like he had time and time again. And it pissed me off.It was our son’s birthday, something he probably had no recollection over, something that probably didn’t plague him the way it plagued me. Jedsen chose not to be a parent to Ronan, signed his rights away as soon as he was able to. And I never forgave him for that, for choosing himself over our kid. When Ronan got sick, I tried my hardest to get him to reach out, to see his son before it was too late. Because as much as I hated Jed, I wasn’t a monster — I wanted my son to have a father. I wanted him to have a family, even if it was broken. And he never f***ing cared. Ronan died without knowing his dad, and I’m sure that haunts Jed every single day, but it haunts me even more.Without grabbing my coffee, I left the shop. I didn’t care enough to look for Jed, but I needed to be as far away from him as possible. Far away here as possible, where it wasn't tainted by the black cloud that always followed him around. It wasn’t the first that I had run into Jed out and about, but it was the first time rage filled my body upon seeing him. Coming to London was a bad idea.                                 Too many memories, too much heartache.When I made it back to my hotel, I couldn’t stop the voices in my head — they’d poke and poke and poke until I exploded, laughing at me for choosing a man that never chose me. They’d tell me that I could keep them quiet by surrendering to my demons, told me exactly where I could find a bottle of vodka in the mini bar, even though I specifically asked for all traces of alcohol to be removed from my room — I couldn't risk my sobriety these days.  But sure enough, it was tucked into the back of the fridge, calling my name like a sweet siren, lurring me into my escape.                            Too many memories, too much heartache . . .I wasn’t sure how long it took me to finish the bottle, but when it was empty, the heartache didn’t hurt so much, and London didn’t hurt so bad.

The sun was slowly sinking beneath the horizon as Veronica’s feet were screaming in pain from so much walking. She had left New York just this morning after the blow-up with Xavier. She could feel the telltale sign of throbbing on the left side of her cheek that bruises were soon to be left in the wake of the beating. Russet hues squint, looking in the distance as emotion burned behind them. It had been nearly four months since the passing of her father. Or rather, the brutal killing. And to have heard the confession bleed so easily from Xavier’s lips shouldn’t have been surprising, after all, he had been gunning for Chief of police ever since they married. Perhaps thinking getting in good with the Chief’s daughter would give him a leg up. Yet Ronnie’s Padre had seen through the bullsh*t far sooner than she had. And now? It was too late for her to change her actions, actions in which cost her the grace of her Padre.Rain slowly began to pelt down, Converse sneakers splashing in the puddles with every step she took. Sign she passed a few miles back said “Welcome to Boston”. Being a daughter of the Chief of police, Ronnie knew hitchhiking was the worst of ideas. Last think she wanted was to be stuck in some big rig with a 400-pound man named Lou that hadn’t showered in nearly a week. She had taken to sleeping in rest stop bathrooms or fast-food restaurant bathrooms on her travels. Taking money out of the bank would have a trail, much like breadcrumbs that would lead Xavier directly to her. The stash of cash she had was running out, and she couldn’t show face to claim the policy on her Pops. She had become a nomad in a sense.Ravenous tress dripped from the rain, sneakers squeaking with every step she took entering the local CVS. Her stomach growled loudly as she rounded the snack aisle. With what little money she had, it had to stretch to last her till she could at least figure out a plan. But all thoughts ceased when a voice that was all to familiar with sounded from towards the checkout register. “Have you seen this woman. Standing roughly 5/5’2? Beautiful complexion with the mouth of a sailor?” Veronica squatted behind the shelf, straining to hear. Blood running like ice through her veins. “It’s important that I find her. She’s gone AWOL after the passing of her Father, and we are worried sick about her condition.” Such a charming a**hole he was. Putting best face forward to cover the ugly truth that lurked in the darkness. “If you see her, call me immediately. Not the station. She’s liked a caged, rabid animal right now. Police would only hinder her transition in such a hard time.” His accent slipping through as he spoke.Xavier’s presence had always demand attention. He was just that sort of person. Now it seemed as if he consumed the entire room. Most found him charming and charismatic. Fools. It’s just a mask that he places on so easily.Eyes scanned the store, seeing the employee only entrance, Ronnie slowly slinked through the door, hoping like hell there wasn’t an alarm on the back door for her exit. Hands brace on both straps of her backpack as legs took off as fast as they would carry her. The rain had picked up tremendously. Lights of a neon sign flashed; a sigh of relief escaped pouts. A ding chimed as she beelined towards the bathroom. The smell of applewood bacon, greasy burgers and fries wafted in the air, making her empty stomach growl even more.With the door securely locked, Ronnie turned towards the mirror. Seeing the damage, an audible gasp slipped from parted tiers. Left cheek was swollen, tender to the touch and black and blue. Bottom lip was slightly swollen and the ring around her neck from Xavier’s hands choking her were starting to turn green and yellow. To the best of her ability, Ronnie combed through the matted mess of hair. Few beats later, she was counting the bills in her pocket that were also soaked, hopes of getting at least a cheeseburger.Exiting the bathroom, everything began to fade as she heard Xavier’s voice once more. This man truly never stopped did he? Ronnie took in her surroundings once more, spotting a rather handsome male in the corner booth. Alone. Peeking around the corner ever so slowly, Ronnie took inventory of where Xavier was standing. His attention on the hot little blonde at the hostess stand. Nearly tiptoeing towards the door, Xavier began to turn to take in the diner. It was then she had nearly dive bombed under the table where the male she spotted earlier was sitting.“What the fuc….” The male’s sentence was cut off, Xavier’s voice interrupting the other’s sentence. “Excuse me, but have you seen this woman?” Ronnie’s heartrate picked up drastically. Hand quickly clasps to the man’s jeans from beneath the table to get his attention, finger to her lips as she shook her head. Chocolate hues pleading silently. Xavier continued with his spill of needing to find her immediately and his concerns. Tension was definitely in the air, she just hoped like hell the stranger before her would take lead in not saying a word. 

Basic infoCharacter’s full name: Siraphop "Roman" ManithikhunCharacter’s nickname: RomanReason for nickname: thai parents give there childern nicknames for protection from demonsBirth date: December 20, 1997Physical appearanceAge:  26 (Almost 27)Weight: 75 kgHeight: 5'11 ftBody build: Athletic Eye color: Brown Glasses or contacts:  none Skin tone: Pale/ Slightly TannedDistinguishing marks:  NonePredominant features: JawlineHair color: BlackHairstyle: Short Voice: DeepOverall attractiveness:  Handsome or Charming Usual fashion of dress: Casual or Blazers with low cut or no shirtJewelry or accessories: Usually necklaces and occassionally rings PersonalityGood personality traits: Confident, Charming, Loyal, SweetBad personality traits: Short tempered, Blunt, Probably too confidentMood character is most often in: Happy and confident  Sense of humor: dark or dirtyCharacter’s greatest joy in life: Racing, Partying, getting high occassionally Character’s greatest fear:  being bother or annoying Why? He gets a bit anxiety when it comes to people sometimes doubting who he is and believes a lot of people won't actually like him for who he isCharacter is most at ease when: When he is racing or drinkingMost ill at ease when: When he sees someone being treated wrong, or badlyEnraged when: Someone hurts others, or starts to lie to his faceDepressed or sad when: He is trapped with his family or put into a stressful situationPriorities: Himself and anyone who considers the real him a friendLife philosophy: Do and be what you want, not what people wantIf granted one wish, it would be: that he was born into a different family Why? Because he doesn't get along with his family at all and his parents hate him Character’s soft spot:  if someone treats him like a human beingIs this soft spot obvious to others? Not really, people really have to get to know himGreatest strength: Being able to hide his emotions and seem perfectly fineGreatest vulnerability or weakness: Secretly his heartBiggest regret: Dating June Minor regret: Letting people become his friend just for his moneyBiggest accomplishment: Nothing yetMinor accomplishment: Eh-Past failures he would be embarrassed to have people know about: his parentsWhy? His parents are all high and mighty with how much money they make and when they show off to other people he hates it.  Character’s darkest secret: that would be tellingDoes anyone else know? Nope PastType of childhood: Bad for him, being forced into a certain kind of life that he grew to hate in the future. First memory: His father abusing a staff member in the houseMost important childhood memory: Nothing importantWhy: His childhood was hell, he doesn't bothering trying to remember thingsChildhood hero: Nobody Dream job: Racer (Race Car Driver)Education: Dropped out of High schoolReligion: noneFinances: Very WealthyPresentCurrently living with: On his ownPets: Cat named NeoReligion: none Occupation: Racer / No real jobFinances: Being paid by his family just to not get in troubleFamilyMother:   "Eve" ManithikhunRelationship with her: Terrible/ Fight oftenFather: Aaludaiperumal Manithikhun Relationship with him: Terrible/ Fight OftenSiblings:  NoneRelationship with them:Other important family members: Many Uncles and Aunts he doesn't get along withExes: June (Styles Sister)Relationship with them: Broke up with her due to seeing how she treated Style and the fact she lied about her true self, not that he would ever tell anyone that.FavoritesColor: Deep RedsLeast favorite color: Baby barf greenMusic: Anything but country musicFood: Sushi/Ramen/anything meat and spicyForm of entertainment: racing or partyingMode of transportation: A deep red motorcycle Most prized possession: His motorcycleHabitsHobbies: Racing, Partying, Drawing, or just relaxing at hom How he/she would spend a rainy day: Sitting in one of his cars listening to itSpending habits: All out spending Smokes: yesDrinks: too muchOther drugs: Weed mostlyWhat does he do too much of? Cursing or being bluntWhat does he/she do too little of? Self care Extremely skilled at: Racing, Binge drinking Extremely unskilled at: Keeping calm Nervous tics: Licking his lips or crossing his arms and digging his fingernails into his skinUsual body posture: Standing straight and dominantMannerisms: Mysterious, dominant, mostly randomPeculiarities: Moves his eyebrows a lotSelf-perceptionHow he/she feels about himself/herself: Depends on the person around themOne word the character would use to describe self: Stubborn What does the character consider his best personality trait? Confident What does the character consider his worst personality trait? Bluntness What does the character consider his best physical characteristic? His neck or jawline What does the character consider his worst physical characteristic? His eyes How does the character think others perceive him? An a**hole What would the character most like to change about himself; He wants to be kinder to those around himRelationships with othersOpinion of other people in general: If the person treats him right he is fine, but if they don't they are his enemyDoes the character hide his true opinions and emotions from others? Yes he doesPerson character most hates: His mother and father Best friend(s):  NoneLove interest(s): NonePerson character goes to for advice: NonePerson character feels responsible for or takes care of: NonePerson character feels shy or awkward around: NonePerson character openly admires: NonePerson character secretly admires: StyleMost important person in character’s life before story starts:TraitsOptimist or pessimist? Optimist Introvert or extrovert? Half and HalfDaredevil or cautious? daredevilLogical or emotional? emotional Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly and MessyPrefers working or relaxing? RelazingConfident or unsure of himself? confident Animal lover? Loves animals 

This is were all ooc information will be placed¶ Writing Place:~ Group forum, blogs, comments or on discord.¶ Writing Length:~ 100 + words or more. No one liner's or semi-para's allowed. ¶ Writing Availability:​​​​​​~ I am on and off throughout the day, everyday. I help my dad at work sometimes, so I'm not on all the time, most of the time I am though.¶ Writing Point of view:~ I am only writing in First-person, deep, point-of-view, in the Past-tense. You write in whatever pov, you are comfortable in.¶ Discord:~ Ask For it! I will not give it out the first time we talk. If we are writing then I may give it to you, but if not, then no.¶ Expectations:~ I except people to read all my information. I will not be handing anything to you, except links.~ If you have, questions about Luna (AFTER READING), then ask. If you except me to give you the information, then bye. I don't like laziness!¶ Smut:~ Its not center of my stories and never will be. If you come at me with it. I will have Luna rip it off of you, eat it and kill you, I mean the mum will block you!¶ Messages:~ Are only for plotting and ooc. NOT FOR ROLEPLAYING!¶ News and Updates:~ I am on and off today. I have work.

First: HowlynMiddle: LupineLast: MoonglassAge: Unknown / Appearance: 28yrDOB: Born in winter seaon.Sex: MaleSpecies: Demigod/LycanthropyProfession(s): Guardian/SwordsmanSexuality: BisexualEyes: Golden-yellowHair: Platinum Blonde*White fur as a wolf form.Height: 5'10"Body: Masucline. Fit build. Lean. Lite Skin Tone. No Tattoos.

I didn't want to go into the city. But I wanted an actual meal - human food. Eating raw animal food all the time can be a bore. At least when eating human food there are tons of options. Animal food depends on the species and what kind of animal you want to hunt.  So being hungry, I decided to shift to my human form. It wasn't too painful. But it did slightly hurt, like a small poke of a fork on your skin. Yes when I became human I was bare butt naked - nude. I never wore clothes unless I absolutely had too.Going into human society? It was like a culture shock to a foreigner. I was a foreign wolf shifter? Wouldn't that counted? Obviously not! But I tried my best. I walked on unstable feet, until I had the hang of it - short-of. It was like a baby learning to walk on undeveloped feet. I was the baby, learning to walk. A heavy sigh and I was walking - slightly better, at least I thought so. I leaned on a tree, to help steady myself. But the more I walked the better I got. After an hour? I was walking towards the city. I headed out of the woods to the city. It was packed. It was a city after-all. I stepped onto the street, melting into the crowd. Pushing and shoving against the oncoming traffic. I stepped around a woman with a stroller, moving into the street - honk - a car horn sounded as a car was going to pull up to the spot I had stepped onto. Rolling my eyes, I got back onto the street and continued on my way towards Bourbon Street. I stopped and looked around. Seeing Rousseau Restaurant, I made my way inside. I had some money on me, mostly what I could find on the streets. It was enough for me to get a sandwich and a small coke - I thought at least. Nothing fancy. Unfortunately. I swallowed a bit of build up saliva, brushed my brown hair out of my eyes and headed towards the door of the restaurant. Inside it was small, like a cafe sized restaurant. I noticed a few people seated and talking with one another. I walked up to the counter and ordered myself a sandwich and coffee. I never had coffee before, so I opted to try it out. Straight up black. I know gross right? Well, at least I tried it right? I paid for my stuff near a table with napkins and recicable trash cans. My name was called and grabbed it from the worker.I turned and debated whether I wanted to eat it there or go somewhere else. I decided to stay. I found a corner table. I sat down and began to eat and drink. I was almost done eating when a scent caught my attention - vampire. I wanted to attack, centuries of hunting and killing, but I was around humans, it was unacceptable behavior.I stayed seated and drank my coffee, wondering why the vampire was here. They didn't eat human food now? Did they? I didn't know anymore. Maybe they did? I sipped and watched the vampire as she moved.

A  Daughter's  Love"My mother did what she did. And I forgive her. Isn't that what you heroes preach? Forgiveness?"Alone in her family crypt, Regina stood in one of the many rooms, this one now intended for her mother, Cora. Now both her parents were gone and Regina had never felt so alone in the world. Henry wasn't here to stand beside Regina while she said her final goodbye to her mother. Tearfully she placed a rose upon the coffin. Oh, how she wanted to fling open the box and crawl inside and lay with her mother. She knew that was such a crazy thought but the realization that she was now gone forever was beginning to sink in. And no matter anyone's age they'd always want for their mother.So focused on her grief Regina hadn't heard the soft footsteps approaching but when she heard that voice her eyes lifted and looked toward the doorway. There stood the person who had done this, one of them. Yes, Regina could not harm Rumpelstiltskin but Snow White was another matter entirely."How dare you.." Regina nearly growled. "I am trying to lay my mother to rest." Snow stood in the doorway though she looked confused for a moment. ".. Why do you grieve for her? She.. was so awful to you. She killed Daniel.. she made you marry-" Regina cut Snow off instantly. "Yes! My mother was terrible! Not the sweet, fairytale mother you had! I am aware." Regina said bitterly looking back to the coffin, placing her hand on it."But she was mine. She was my mother. And.. she wasn't always that way. I do have good memories of her. Mostly when I was small." She said looking back to Snow White. "My mother did what she did. And I forgive her. Isn't that what you heroes preach? Forgiveness?" Regina asked."So you can forgive that monster? But not me?" Snow asked though backed up as Regina moved closer as though she might do something. Glaring at her for a few moments Regina only shook her head, more tears streaming down her face. She couldn't do this, not now, not yet. "Get. Out." She said waving her hand, using her magic to send Snow White away, back to her loft. Heaving a heavy sigh Regina moved back to the coffin before breaking down into sobs, placing her arms and head against the wooden box."So you can forgive that monster? But not me?" template credit.

Why the name choice? The name itself is a movie/broadcasted program that featured Sting, the main influence for Constantine's appearance. It deals with very triggering subjects so I don't suggest watching it before doing a bit of research. 'Treacle' is another name for molasses, a very sweet-tasting liquid( in about the same way honey is considered a liquid). Making it a perfect name for Constantine's profile as he's sweet as can be when drawing someone in, but often causes them to fall in some way. Will you write with me? Yes, I am interested in storylines but will first have you understand there is graphic content and a horror aspect when dealing with John due to his "work". Do you write romance? I guess, but it's never really forefront in anything and there's a high chance he'd be with more than one person. John is polyamorous. Do you write sexual content? No, it's a fade to black moment for me. Sometimes it might be hinted at, but nothing more. If I added you: I think our characters will interact in an interesting way. It is never with the express desire to ship/become LIs