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 Say it with me: Patience. I follow my muse, meaning I don't force it. If you're really pining for my attention, you'll have better odds with banters in stream. As much as I love to write it, romance is a development. All parts of it. If you're adding me just for ero, we're not gonna click as writing partners, sorry. That mature content is reserved for those that impress me with their writing and their loyalty to the story. Otherwise, expect 'fade to black' scenes. As much as I love random starters, PLEASE do better than "Here's a cure to your character's entire predicament!" It literally ruins the whole point of my character and her design. Like-- Where do I go from here, buddy? Lol. No Discord. Not vibing? I don't take offense to being removed. Please respect my right to do so as well. There's no benefit in forcing interactions, imo. Para+ preferred for inbox RP. By definition, yes, Skye is technically an 'anthro' character in which I NPC. Though I'm happy to RP with other anthro characters, know that writer is not a furry and Skye is not going to partake in any sexual encounters. I don't care for drama and whatever you have to say about so-and-so. I'm not going to cease interacting with someone because someone else has a problem with them that I'm not involved with. If someone I'm interacting with makes you uncomfortable, it's okay to approach me so we can keep our interactions to DMs, to just your status posts, etc. Just don't involve me in the details. I appreciate if you don't loop me into whoever you have issue with. This is why I try to stay IC in interactions. There's only one exception to the above rule, and that's if the writer in question partakes in anything resembling pedophilic activity. I want no association with anyone into that, but I don't take such accusations on someone lightly. For the love of everything I'm not RPing Ranni. I play favorites. Sorry, that's the ways of the world. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I reserve the right to add or adjust these guidelines as I see fit.Not Really Rules, But Things To Note: IC > OOC. Mainly because I just feel awkward, don't take it personal. Again, status banter is adored. Partial towards random starter and just hitting the ground running, but I'm not opposed to discussion if that's to your preference. If you post an abundance of OOC posts on stream, I will likely hide your statuses. Again, please don't take it personal. Same goes for posting 5+ posts in an hour. I'd like to see others' writings, too. Not a Ranni RPer, but if you prefer, I have a few ideas that connects Ophelia to her if you'd like an Elden Ring related plot!

So basically I was munching on my cesar salad while listening to Paramore songs when I realized I havent touched my blog in a while lolz XD! Anywaysss apart from buying a bunch of cute outfits, nothing much has gone on my life. Tomorrow ill go to eat at a Colombian restaurant with my friend who I must say MOST are vegetarian. Its like wtff!! EVERYONE KNOWS COLOMBIAN FOOD AINT VEGETARIAN!! 0-O. BUt watheves you know?! I spent a whole sh*t of money on some FECKING trip tickets also so thats nice. At this point im gonna end becoming someones plug because im gonna end up backrup as hell U_U PS: for people who have belly buttoms rings, is it normal the skin around it gets very dry or is it just me???

[OOC: It's been a while since I've written so please forgive me if there's any mistakes.}Ivalice. A world filled with air-ships, chocobos and a vast amount of Mist. Not to mention danger. 2 countries on the brink of war with a third in the middle that may become a battle ground. The middle country is where our focus will be.Dalmasca. Surrounded by sand and the plains. A bustling marketplace where people come to get goods. Or information, depending on what the person is searching for. Guards by the three main gates, watching and protecting the country they call home. This was Ashelia's birthplace. A castle in the distance that a young princess had called home. Oh how she wished for another look. I almost don't recognize it, Ashe thought to herself as she walked along the path towards her general. They were underground, in the sewer waiting to attack the fete that would be happening later this evening. To bring Vayne down from his high horse. There was a secret passage that would take them into the castle. She'd been the only one to know about it. Until she told Vossler about it. She used to meet her husband down here for moments of privacy. ...The thoughts of her hsuband flash through her mind, almost bringing a tear to her eye. She steels herself against it, reminding herself, she'd doing what any royal does, fight to protect her country. Voices drift around the corner and Ashe slows her walking. Once the corner passes her, she looks to her Counsel and nods. It's time.

Fire Burst: Casts a series of 3 fireballs that surround the enemy before engulfing them in a fiery explosionFlame Slash : Emits a beam of fire in a single sword stroke toward the enemyBlood Blade: When injured, Lily can conjure weapons with her blood for a limited timeShadow Tendrils: Allows Lily to manifest tendrils directly from any shadow, range is limited by time of daySuperheat: Allows Lily to raise the temperature of her blade, works to cut through solid items. (Boulders, blades, etc...)Phoenix Dive: Allows Lily to conjure a phoenix in the skies completely made of flame. The phoenix will dive down at the enemy, pinning them to the ground with its beak before erupting into a column of flame.Shadow beast: Lily conjures a solid beast made of shadow, only useable in low to no light conditions. It can only attack up to 8 times. Undeveloped/Unperfected powers and abilities will be updated as she progresses

Superstition Manipulation: The user of this super ability is able to manipulate superstitions. With this super power, the user can control irrational beliefs about certain kinds of things, sometimes related to supernatural things. For example, the user can manipulate how people will think about what might happen in a irrational way. With enough power, the user can make superstitions into reality. This is the Undefined's Greatest ability that makes it a powerful entity.Selective Omnipresence: The ability to be everywhere and nowhere specifically related to the subject or to the Undefined. Parroting: The Undefined has the ability to mimic voices of those it has encountered or killed. It can even produce auditory illusions to deceive the victim's hearing.Telelportation: The Undefined can teleport anywhere it pleases at a unspecific range. Even teleport to different dimensions. Phasing: The ability to become intangible but it requires lots of energy to pull off.Shapeshifting: The Undefined can shapeshift or take any form it pleases, mimicking other creatures, animals, and even humans. To shapeshift, the Undefined has to know what the person or entity looks like by a mere glance. It can't shapeshift into inanimate objects or replicate cybernetics. It'll also turn its limbs into any body part.Tentacles: The Undefined can produce tendrils at will.Regenerate: It can regenerate to an unknown level.

Demonskin Transformation: In times of desperate need, Lily can use her remaining energy in a last ditch effort to win a battle. Demonskin transformation uses her remaining energy to unlock her demon soul, allowing her to transform. Common features are demon wings made completely of fire, skin turning grey, her canines elongate to fangs and hair turns black. Her fingernails elongate and sharpen into claws. Her speed, strength and resilience go up past her body's natural stress levels which allow her to perform to almost unrivaled levels. However, should she survive, she will be very weak, also could lead to bodily injuries due to the added bodily stress. Depending on the amount of energy used, could also make her sick. Under the most extreme conditions, death to Lily could occur.Demon flight: With this, her normal black demon wings appear, allowing her to fly for short distances and up to 400 feet highShadowmeld: This allows her to conceal herself in the shadows, either for escape, espionage, assassination or anything else requiring stealth.

Name: Lily NubisAge: 4200 (Appears 9)Specied: DemonGender: FemaleHair Color: WhiteEye Color: RedSkin Color: Soft-WhiteHeight: 4'0"Weight: 67LBSWeapon(s): LongswordLikes: Spicy food, savory food, thunderstorms, dogs, cats, pleasant smellsDislikes: Annoying people, being treated like a child, being snuck up on, bitter foodsPersonality: Even temper, protective (after befriending), loving (after befriending), easily excited when she finds something she likes, cautious (when meeting new people)Abnormalities: Inhuman strength, inhuman speed, enhanced resilience, heightened agility, enhanced precision, extraordinary hearing and sightAbilities: Black Magic, Shadowmeld, Demonskin Transformation, Demon Flight (Currently short distance)Bio: As a child Lily was brought up as an elite class demon warrior, becoming so fierce and skilled that she rose through the ranks by the time she had reached 100 years of age. As her thirst for conquest grew, she was slowly becoming more feared. The legions whom fought under her became wary about the missing warriors that decided to challenge her command. In secret, a coup was formed, overthrowing her and she was captured. Despite her anger and protesting, they would not release her, giving some of their power to the high sages who banished her from the demon realm, transporting her to an entirely new realm all together. Upon falling from the skies, she landed hard upon the ground, losing her memory other than her name when she sustained a head injury. Trying to piece together who she is or who she was, she roams the world, trying to find anything that could trigger a memory. 

1: No mutes2:No one liners3: Use at least BASIC literacy4: No god moders5: 1-3 paragraphs please6: THIRD PERSON ONLY7: Respect me, I respect you8: No random ooc small talk unless it's status, if you add me, message and let's discuss a roleplay. After 5 boring replies of "I dunno" or making me shoulder the conversation will get you deletedEasy as pie, right?

*Disclaimer: These rules may be changed over time as I remember more points.* To temper expectations, it's been a while since I've RP'ed, but I'd like to try and get back into it. However, I do have a full life, with a job and many social priorities, so I won't be on here 24/7. Don't except an immediate response. I may even take a few days to respond. This is just for fun for me, to blow off steam. I'm not a literary genius but I do pay attention to my spelling, grammar, and general writing flow. I expect the same level of quality. Don't jump into an RP when you first message me. Let's make it collaborative so when you approach me, please know which of my characters you want me to use and what plot you'd like to try. Don't approach me with X-rated or even spicy plots. I only RP G-rated plots. Don't approach me with an "internet relationship". Just don't.

It had been a year. A year of healing. Vaggie was scared at first, but Charlie had been an amazing friend, and kept her safe. Vaggie had been taken in, no questions asked, Charlie had dressed her wounds, cleaned her up, even got her new clothes, a simple red shirt and black skirt combo, what would become her common dress.  It was the day they’d bought them, that Vaggie had wanted to tell her for the first time. Vaggie was in the changing room, but had forgotten to lock the door, Charlie had come back from looking around the store they’d stopped at for their little shopping trip. Vaggie had slipped her white dress off and had her back to the door.  When it opened, Charlie saw first Vaggie was half nude, and second, the dark grey scars along her shoulder blades. Vaggies heart sank, as she turned, fear in her single eye, arms going over her chest and body protectively.  “Hey easy, easy. Sorry, Vaggie, I just wasn’t expecting to see your ah. . .” Charlie clearly wasn’t sure what to call them, did she know already? She was smart, surely, she’d pieced it together. The angelic spear she’d clung to. The untrusting glances at every single sinner they’d met. . .  Charlie moved in before Vaggie could answer, hand touching her scarred back, gentle fingers tracing the scars.” This happened on extermination day, right?” she asked, staring at her back, worry and pain crossing her eyes, the two visible in the mirror. Vaggie looked scared, her body flinched lightly at the touch, but Vaggie saw what else was in that mirror, the pain in Charlie’s face.   ” Whoever did this to you, I’m so. . . F***ing angry at them.” Her eyes flashed that beautiful crimson when she said that. Vaggie had only seen her like this once or twice, usually after some particularly brutal act of cruelty by an overlord made it to 666 News.    Were they that close that this equated to her, the violent mass murders some of these overlords committed every few weeks? Was it more? She had to tell her. Just tell her the truth, even if it meant this ended here, she deserved it. Words formed on her lips.  But then Vaggie saw her shift, arms embracing her from behind. Her head resting against her shoulder. She could feel tears on her bare skin. Charlie was crying. Between her soft whimpers, hope that her people could be protected, that something had to be done to protect the sinners of Hell.  “Hey, none of that, princess.” She said, the words that had originally wanted to come to her mouth died on her lips. She had to make her feel better.  She turned in the others embrace, and held her close, sitting on the bench, and slowly rocking Charlie back and forth. A thought crossed her mind. ‘Longer hair, I can hide these scars. She’ll never have to see them again.’ Eventually, when Charlie had stopped crying, she lightly took her hand, changed, and they went out, buying her new clothes.  A week later, she and Charlie were in her home, both asleep. It was Extermination Day, both had passed out on the couch watching the broadcast, trying to just keep up with the events.   As awful as it was, it was important. Vaggie had been the last to pass out. Her head nodding forward. Flashes of the past echoed in Vaggie’s mind, as she lay unconscious in Charlie's home, Lutes blade stealing the sight from one of her eyes, her hands grasping both wings, and tearing them away.  That wasn’t what woke her up, it was the faces. Sinners, eyes full of terror as a spear came through their chests or stomachs or cut through flesh. Screams echoed through her mind, until she recognized one "Vaggie! Vaggie wake up Its just a dream!”  Her vision was blurry, and she was on the ground, Charlie atop her in her PJs, worry in her face, as Vaggie laid beneath, hot tears pouring down her face.” You, you fell off the couch screaming Vaggie. . . F***.” her hand trailed through her hair, before Vaggie was pulled up, and held, soft hand on the back of her head, another resting on her lower back, Vaggie’s eye was wide, she could finally hear herself, she was sobbing loudly, and she felt warmth fill her as she was held by the daughter of the one who her sisters had said should have been destroyed along with all like him.  Her sisters were fools. Vaggie’s arms slipped around Charlie, and she was held until she fell asleep in her arms.  Waking up the morning after, she glanced around. An unfamiliar ceiling above her. She smelled it then, Cherry, Charlie’s favorite shampoo. She’d look to her side, and see Charlie, asleep next to her, the two cuddled up on her bed. The panic she felt came to the fore, but quickly the night's events came back to her. Charlie must have carried her off to bed when she’d cried herself back to sleep.  Leaning up, Vaggie lightly slipped from the princess' grasp, and rolled to the side.  She’d slide from the bed gently and begin to change from her Pajamas to her clothes. She’d only been invited for protection after all. No need to burden the princess further. But first she’d repay her kindness for taking her in, and for helping her through her nightmares.  The smell of fresh pancakes flowed through the home, waking the princess up. Vaggie was dressed fully by then, her hair loosely tied back, a black apron on as she prepared soft fluffy pancakes for them to enjoy together. Charlie had always said her father's pancakes were her favorites growing up, so. If she loved pancakes, the princess would have pancakes.  “Mornin’ hon. Figured you needed something good today. Nothing better than somethin sweet early morning~”  The two were soon settled in at Charlies table, eating the breakfast, Charlie was clearly loving it, and seeing that happy look in her eyes as she gushed about the flavor of her cooking.  She didn’t feel so worthless when Charlie spoke to her like that, it made everything feel right.  As she stood collecting their plates, Charlie came up behind her. “So, I was wondering something Vaggie, about last night...” Vaggie paused, had she said something? She couldn’t know but. She decided to turn around and look Charlie in her eyes.  “Would you, maybe want to move in, full time?” she asked, her soft red eyes looking off to the side, embarrassment in her tone.  “Ch-Charlie, Hon, of course. I’d love to but” she responded with a soft look in her eyes. Charlie looked expectantly, but worried.” Why?” she asked with a soft smile, to ease her into it.  “Do I reeeeeally have to say it?” She sounded embarrassed, like she’d been working towards this for a while.” I love being around you, we spend practically every day together. Vaggie, why not just. . . Make it official?”  Official? What the hell did she mean Official? Vaggies brain slowly began turning. She could hear the words, and as they processed, and hear the gears in her brain slowly turning, practically grinding.  She was being asked to move in, had all those little dinners together, the shopping trips, the amusement parks, had that been Charlie showing her. . . Affection more than what a friend would?  God Vaggie really was a useless lesbian, wasn’t she?  “Y-Yes! Absolutely! Course, Charlie!” The demon embraced her, and Vaggie pulled her in, hands on those soft cherubic cheeks, those red eyes stared deep into Vaggie’s lone eye, Charlie leaned down, kissing her sweetly and softly, a kiss that felt like it would last the rest of eternity. A kiss eagerly, and hungrily returned. She tasted like heaven should have felt.  Vaggie never wanted to let go, as she held her, thoughts of the night crossed her mind. How much devastation had been done, and a cold pit filled her stomach. Could she make herself tell Charlie what she was?  Breaking the kiss, she stared into eyes that never judged her, that never saw her as less than her. That it seemed... Loved her. How could she love her? The wretched sinner before her, who’s temper flared so often, always in hers or another's defense. Who had a bad habit of cursing, always at injustice or cruelty, who’d done so many awful things?So why couldn’t she confess to her? Was she that cruel?  Vaggie had a thought, though, it was the morning after the extermination, the sun was still barely up. She looked out the window to Charlie’s home, and saw the fires raging in Pentagram City, and she took Charlie's hand. "Why don’t we go help. . . I feel like we need to do something.” Without being sure if her answer would remain, throughout the day, the two worked together, pulling people out of the chaos, they couldn't bring many up, but even a few was better than none. By sundown, she was heading back with Charlie, to her. . . Their, home.  She’d let Charlie take her in, despite craving to just tell her what she was, her words failed her again. She was despicable.But she was loved utterly.

 1. All RPs are subject to all sorts of adult themes: drugs, death, sex, blood/gore, psychological,  possible triggers, etc. Not required to keep a good story going, of course!   2. Main verses: Original, Supernatural, Crime/Mafia, Psychological,  Slice of Life, Comedy; basically as long as we can write it, I'm down!3. From the date of comment/message, unless otherwise disclosed, I give everyone a fair shake and a month to respond back. Otherwise, I do a sweep of mutes; feel free to add me back when you are more available to write. This is a hobby, I get we have work/adulting, so no worries.Greeting is 1 week then delete; Roleplay is 1 month then delete, got it?4. Open to connections that are pre-discussed with me OOC; had a creep totally neglect that Nadia had someone who turned her and wanted it to be himself! NUH-UH5. Usually RP mutli-para to novella; can adjust to whatever is sent my way. I prefer quality over quantity.6. I do not like attention seekers OOC or folks that post personal things on statuses (had a chick post about her kid in the hospital and being in the ambulance, like why post to AniRP of ALL places????) Some people treat this place like a personal therapist or diary--this is a cesspit, not for you to be emotionally weakened online--so take some time off this site and get your sh*t together. I don't care how many muses you have, writing changes over time and interests do, too!What I WILL NOT allow is someone to keep remaking characters to add me. If we ended our writing or weren't a good match, tha'ts okay, that's life. Do not think you can harass your way into writing with me.7. All edits done by me! I can send over the originals no problem.8. I prefer IC banter to be on Discord or Comments, but am flexible to whatever my writing partner is best with managing.9.  If you add me first, a common courtesy is to send me a greeting or starter first! I'll do the same and vice versa!10. Same with ideas, I have prompts ready for anyone to choose, if you don't like any of them--shoot me your ideas then, slim!11.  I will post any extended delays for writing but don't ever think I will put this hobby before my life. I'm 31 years old, married, and work full-time--I do not have the time for high school sh*t, I just wanna enjoy and write with like-minded, creative people.12. Any form of racism, hate speech, sexism, grooming/manipulation, pedo-behavior, and  just all-around caveman levels of stupidity will get you insta-deleted and clowned because c'mon it's twenty-twenty-f***ing-three.13. While Nadia is a vampire, I have taken a few things from many forms of media/literature when it comes to vampire lore so it may be different than the average knowledge. It's mixed with a bit of African Spiritualism and Black American history as well as my own creative mind--so write, have fun, and discover Nadia Carmine with me!14. If you pick a prompt without signing/reading my rules then I'll wait until you complete the rules, first!  🦇🦇🦇🦇Please sign with a bat emoji in the comments below!🦇🦇🦇🦇

🎯-"Come out, come out, wherever you aaaaarrreeee?" - Nadia has her sights set on your muse! The hunt begins, can you survive the onslaught coming your way?🩸- "...I just need...a quick bite, love." - Nadia is desperate for blood. Even from a stranger. Also, don't have her say it twice, yeah?🎤- "BODY-ODY-ODY-ODY-ODY-ODY!!!"- Nadia is screech.rapping Megan The Stallion at the local bar, Nightshade.🤬-"#$&)!!!"- Nadia is beyond pissed at your muse, like BIG FEELINGS. Why?✨-"And this is from my first hunt with Banshee! The very shroud, can you believe it?"- Nadia is showing off her keeps from past hunts to your muse, she's like...really into it.🏖️-"I'd kill for a shaved ice right now...." - Nadia and your muse are hanging at the beach. It's a little early for a beach episode, right?🎡-"BOOYAAAAHHH!"- Is that a woman standing on top of the ferris wheel?🦇-".....Did you see all of that?" - Nadia fully transformed from a bat into her human form infront of your muse.💅🏾 -Shopping spree with Nadia! Totally normal and nothing could go wrong, right?📱-See U In 10 , your muse just receives this text. What's going on?🍻- " hiccup....I really, really woike you....wanna come to my place, huh? C'mon..."  Nadia is inebriated and got her eyes set on taking you home!💃🏿- "Let's get lit!!!" Nadia does some of her hunts within the local nightclub; lots of interesting people out and about then!🥞 "...Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey, beautiful!" - Your hands are restrained and you feel drowsy, is that a woman hovering over you with a knife? Why can't you move? What's happening? .....did she make you breakfast?📕 ".....Give me that book." - Your muse took out a weird, dusty book from the library and Nadia is here for it back. Now. Please?📵 Please leave your phone behind, you won't need it where you're going- Join the Cult of the Red Moon! [thinks 70s horror cult]; discussion can help flesh this out!  Drop the emoji you are looking for here and if you'd prefer messages/comments/DiscordMy Discord is:  ms_stakes

THE BASICS=========================================   Name: Edward "Eddie" MorningstarNicknames: (Give him some!)   Gender: MaleAge: 215Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian/Demon Citizenship: Dual citizenship  Orientation: BiPositive Traits: Adaptable, Cautious, Affable, Determined, Artistic, CharismaticNegative Traits: Impatient, Pessimistic, Abrasive, Gullible, SarcasticQuirks: Disassociate Identity DisorderOccupation:     PHYSICAL FEATURES:=========================================   Height: 6'0Weight: 174Frame / Build: Slim Hair length: MediumHair color: BlondeEye color: Black sclera, red pupilsComplexion: PaleFoot size: 8.5    INTERESTS=========================================   Favorite Food(s): N/AFavorite Drink(s): TequilaFavorite Sport(s): Hunting and KillingFavorite Book(s): Grand GrimoireFavorite Show(s): N/AFavorite Music: SynthFavorite Color(s): RedClothing Style / Preferences: Varies. Hobbies: Painting, Writing, CookingRole Model(s): N/ADislikes: Being forgotten  FAMILY/RELATIONSHIPS:=========================================Father: Lucifer MorningstarMother: LilithSister: Charlie MorningstarBACKSTORY========================================= Conceived after the creation of hell and subsequent banishment of his parents, Eddie lived a life of luxury as the prince of hell. As Lucifer and Lilith's first child, he was spoiled rotten and relentlessly adored by the populace. Not only as a prince but as the first hell born demon. Although he was a rebellious and mischievous child, he was quick to apologize if he ever crossed a line. The young heir to the throne loved to explore hell as if it was his own personal playground, often wandering into dangerous places. Eddie would find himself either in the slums of Pentagram City or climbing trees in the dense woods. He was always found be his attentive father, even being saved from the first overlords of hell. Lucifer and Lilith would try to curb his explorative and inquisitive nature. Lucifer taught him creativity and how to express his artistic side, finding inspiration in painting. Eddie's mother however taught him how to read, gifting him the Grand Grimoire for his tenth birthday. But the rug would finally be pulled underneath his feet, his dream world of no responsibilities came to an adrupt end. Lucifer and Lilith conceived another child, a baby girl named Charlie was born into the world. No longer the center of attention, Eddie made an attempt to be a good big brother. He took her everywhere he could when he was with her, just as happy pushing a stroller as he did exploring. Time would pass and Charlie would be come just as a handful as Eddie was as a young child. One day, while being tasked with watching Charlie. The now teenage Eddie would fall asleep reading her a story, resulting in her wandering from their home. Terrified that his baby sister would get into trouble or even worse, danger. He would track her down to the center of the city, waddling through traffic. After snatching her up before being hit by a car, the sky ripped open and winged beings tore through the sky. Eddie knew the winged creatures to be angels, like his father. The angels began massacring the citizens of Pentagram City, beginning what became known as the first extermination. Panicking, Eddie carried Charlie and tried to run back home. However he was intercepted by an angel resembling his father. This was an archangel called Michael, wielding a fiery sword. Michael tried to kill Charlie first, but Eddie threw her out of the way and confronted the archangel himself. Michael attempted to stab the young male, but Eddie disarmed the assailant and stabbed him with his own sword. The death of an archangel caused a massive explosion, causing a dimensional portal opening and Lucien was quickly sucked in to the vortex. Before he knew it he was transported into a desolate, empty world in complete darkness known as purgatory. This world was an endless forest filled dead trees and endless night. Eddie tried to find away out, but failed at every turn. With the aid of the Grimoire, Lucien was able to conjure a cabin with the power of the book. But despite having the powerful artifact, it did not help him escape. The prince of hell was seemingly trapped in purgatory forever. Unbeknownst to Eddie, the death of archangel caused god to wipe the memory of all the citizens of hell to forget Eddie even existed. To Lucifer, Lilith and Charlie. Eddie was nothing but a vague dream to them now. Due to prolonged isolation in purgatory, Eddie grew into a quiet and pessimistic young man that was a shadow of his former self. He maintained his sanity through writing in a journal and painting portaits of his family, whom he dearly missed. As time passed his writings become more erratic, the portraits become more distorted as his memory began to wither. As a coping mechanism, he created a persona to have a conversations with. This persona was dubbed Isaac, a manifestation of Eddie growing malice, bloodthirst and desire for revenge. Eddie would have conversations with Isaac, convincing himself he was a real person. But one day a portal would crack open, allowing a being cloaked in shadow to step through. The mysterious stranger offered the lost prince a deal, his soul for his freedom. In exchange he would have one year to collect the souls of hells most powerful overlords and return them to the stranger. He took his chance and exchanged his soul to return home, Lucien would instantly find himself back in a drastically changed Pentagram City. The city was celebrating the death of the Adam and victory of a failed extermination attempt. Lost, alone and not knowing where to go. Eddie would find himself approaching a rebuilt hotel. Perhaps he and "Isaac" would answers there, only time would tell.

A new enemy has appeared on Earth. What is their goal? Mizuki Tsukino is the youngest daughter and heir to Silver Millennium. What could this new enemy possibly want with her? Marriage! But their proposal doesn't come with the best of intentions either! They've set their sights on the youngest moon princess to gain power! Nothing more. Yet, the enemy brother has also fallen for Mizuki. Are his intentions pure? Only time will tell! Used:0----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sailor Moon defeated Queen Beryl long ago and saved her friends and her love, Tuxedo Mask. It is also when she finds out about her being Princess Serenity, the future queen of Crystal Tokyo in the future. But little did she know that Queen Beryl had a daughter known as Bayonetta. Unknown to the sailor Senshi, Bayonetta lived an everyday life. She grew up never knowing about the Negaverse or Silver Millennium. When she turned 16, finally knowing the truth, she hated the Sailor Senshi and those of the white moon. Now, she is seeking her revenge. She begins by attacking Crystal Tokyo; Bayonetta wipes out the entire city with a full-blown assault. Capturing the royal family, but one little moon brat escaped her grasp. Of course, what could one little brat do? Used:0----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Picture an alternate universe where the guardian senshi are the villains, and the villains are the guardians. When the guardian of time, Sailor Pluto, is defeated by an unknown enemy and falls into a mysterious, profound slumber, a raft in space opens, allowing these alternate versions of the Sailor Guardians to enter the world we know! How can someone defeat a version of their self? Imagine fighting a mirror image of yourself! How can the sailor senshi defeat a version of themselves? Is this the end for the guardians?Used:0----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Rogue Senshi, known as The Deadly Sins, have appeared on Earth! They claim they do not intend to follow such a weak and naive Princess. They have declared war on Serenity, the white moon, and the sailor guardians by attacking Usagi in any way possible, using her family and friends in their pursuit. What is their goal? They want the silver crystal for themselves. Led by Sailor War, they want to take control of the Galaxy for themselves and end the reign of the incompetent Serenity for good! Used:0----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------After destroying Crystal Tokyo and learning of Chibusa's escaping, the Angel of Darkness follows her to the past to seal Crystal Tokyo's fate; however, upon seeing the future Neo Queen Serenity and her court of senshi living happily with yet another heir to the Silver Millennium. This knowledge fuels her hatred and grows into rage. Settling in the past, the Angel of Darkness builds her kingdom under the streets of Tokyo and sends obstacles in their path as she tries to be rid of those of the white moon. This angel of darkness starts stealing the souls of the humans as he searches for a powerful soul crystal to gain more power to defeat the Senshi once and for all. Used:1----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Master Akito, a high-born man from a distant star, wants Silver Millennium. But, he must first break up Princess Serenity and Prince Endymion. He also has a strong distaste for the Sailor Senshi. He travels the galaxy, stripping Sailor Senshi of their sailor crystals, except those who have pledged loyalty to him. As he strips them of their sailor crystals, he freezes them in ice as a warning to all those who try to oppose him. Used:0----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Galaxies away, there was once another royal family known for their cruelty to their planet and people. Their kingdom has fallen and become destroyed by their greed, cruelty, and wickedness. Now, they are looking for a new planet to call home, and they've set their eyes on Earth. However, to realize their new kingdom, they must first kill anyone on Earth who may oppose them. This group is highly skilled in battle, intelligent, and cautious. How will the guardian fare against a group who lives for the struggle?Used:1----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The four heavenly knights have returned and reincarnated on Earth. MORE COMING SOON!Used:0----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------So, A guy from another Galaxy named Yumoto preys on young teenage girls who are sad, lonely, abused, etc. He offers them a deal: he will grant them the power to change their miserable lives in exchange for their most treasured possession. If they take the deal, he gives them a stone with specific instructions on how to use it. Unknowing to them, this stone will slowly drain them of their humanity, thus turning them into evil beings that will prey on others.Used:0----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Coming from planet Mau, the home planet of Artemis and Luna, tragedy has struck! An imposter has taken the form of their princess, brainwashing the other felines they have come to Earth in hopes of destroying the Senshi. What could this new threat be? What could it want? And why cats? Used:0----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The starlights have returned to Earth! MORE COMING SOON!Used:0----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Long before Chaos was defeated, who had never anticipated the possibility of its defeat? It had taken specific methods to ensure its survival as a precautionary measure in case someone could defeat it. Following its demise, four dark stars appeared in space. However, they quickly vanished. Taken human form, these individuals began searching for an appropriate hideout. For they were concealed from any detection by the Outers (remember how easily the Outers detected the presence of the Death Busters?), the four began educating themselves in vast amounts of knowledge to carry out their mission. What is their mission? Their mission was to ensure that Chaos would be revived and secure. How exactly did they plan to do it? The four of them had to accelerate Chaos's resurrection as soon as possible while locating the ones responsible for their master’s defeat and making them suffer. Feeding on the pureness of their victims, they consume everything good, only leaving the darkness inside them. Once their victim has nothing pure left, they turn into a deadly youma. Who were these four? Kira was a polite, fun, cunning, serene, and honorable leader. Meanwhile, his brother, Klaus, was an ill-tempered, egotistical prankster player. Their brother, Aizen, was a mysterious, marvelous, devious intellectual. Their youngest sibling was their sister, Yukii; she was insanely jealous, selfish, ambitious, manipulative, and must be the center of attention. Together, they are the Chaos Four. However, unlike the previous villains before, these four do their fight. They don’t use minions or command others to fight for them. No, they face the Senshi themselves, alongside their young. They disguise themselves as ordinary humans to move about Tokyo without detection. This also enables them to get close to the Senshi without fear of being discovered before revealing their true identities (similar to what the aliens, Alan and Ann, did in Sailor Moon R). Used:0

003. He did not like scary movies. He was trying to prove a point. Whether or not he was successful, well that all depends on perspective.  It was luck that Hajime trimmed his nails this morning. It was luck that he put effort into his appearance this time around; he did more than just cologne and ran a brush through his - as if that even helped in the first place -  mess of a hair.  A good thing too. The bone-crushing grip he was best known for, a grip that he prided himself in was testing the ugly leather fabric that clad the movie theater chair. The music tearing through the surround sound hinted that this stupid bitch in a towel was going to get got."SHE'S STUPID!" Disbelief warbled in his usual deep tone. It isn't deep now though. It's pitched in discomfort. When did his legs tuck up to his chest? He was scrunched into a tight little ball at the center of his seat and the popcorn tub was already toppled over and long forgotten on the floor. The guy in the mask was two f***ing paces behind her, brandishing a large butcher's knife above his head and preparing to strike down. Never mind the fact that logically, that is the worst way to stab someone. A smooth forward twist and jerk would be more fruitful ... THE POINT WAS, SHE DIDN'T EVEN SEE HIM! How?!"Iwa-chan, you're being too loud." The whisper in the seat next to him warned."NO, SHE DESERVES TO GET STABBED!" He squawked, ignoring the loud shushing from behind them. Was he wrong?!Oh, the wet scream. Piercing under the sound of squelching skin being split open under a heavy-handed strike. The music finally snapping the tension like a frayed cord under too much weight. He had no idea someone could sound like that! In the darkened theater, Hajime felt the color drain from his face. He was going to be sick. Why was his world so blurry all of a sudden? He swayed when he sprang up, stomach in knots. "Iwa-chan? You good?""M'hm. Bathroom." He did not like scary movies.     002. Hajime's father. "It's strange. I could have never guessed it. Your father is Alexander Harper? I've seen him play. He's an absolute monster on the field. You don't share anything with him, do you?  Not football, not appearance. Not even the name?" The only thing Hajime shared of his father's was his blue eyes. Aside from that, Hajime was nothing like his father. His father was a first-line football player in his glory days. An American boulder of a man, with broad shoulders and a towering figure. He's a beast, one that commands the very room with only his presence. Such demeanor worked in his favor luckily since he was a man of few words; who only needed a few words. He raised Hajime the same way he trained the football athletes who worked under him. An iron fist. A man of such pedigree became an easy assumption as to why Hajime had kept his mother's name.Alexander Harper was a name that demanded respect. One that Hajime didn't have the shoulders to carry. And who was Hajime? But a bastard son born out of wedlock? The shoes he had to fill weren't his to fill even when he strapped himself into the cleats as a goalie under his father's coaching. There was always a little bit too much room. He'd get blisters on the bottom of his feet every time. He had to wonder if his father ever felt shame in him. Had ever cried for him. A man like that, does he even weep?Hajime has never seen his father cry, though according to his uncle, Alexander had come close on the night of Hajime's birth. From what he heard it had been a complicated procedure that claimed the very life of his mother. Sometimes, he would try to picture it. What would it look like? A brawny man, stone face cracking. Tears silently clinging to blonde lashes. Would it be a somber hushed whisper or would he crumple and yell explosively? Come to think of it, he's never heard his father raise his voice. Not once. What would it even sound like?He tried testing those waters. He wanted a reaction. Anything but deafening silence. He dipped a toe when he told him he wanted to do what his mother did. He wanted to pursue volleyball. Much like anything to do with his mother, there was hardly any reaction. Only a nod. Before he knew it, he was waist-deep in those waters - he brought home a boy and was only met with a curfew. Be back home by ten, use a condom. Hajime wanted more. A reaction, positive, negative, something. Anything. Please.He'd regret this when he got his monkey paw wish. He got it in the form of the great Alexander Harper, curled up along the kitchen counter one night. Hajime came home from school, backpack still slung over his shoulder when he found him. His head was down, the bottle of Jack next to his bent elbow empty. When Hajime draped a small blanket over his large shoulders, they stirred. "You look so much like her sometimes. You know."Those words made his throat close. He froze and lingered. "I couldn't bear to part with even her name. But f*** do I regret it now. You're a good kid, Hajime. A damn good kid. But I can't stand to look at you sometimes."The only thing Hajime shared of his father's was his blue eyes. And a deep-rooted sense of hatred. He knows this now.     001. The time Iwaizumi learned to dance.  "You're teeth aren't as sharp as you like to lead on, huh, kiddo? I'll be honest with you, you scared me at first. You just look so angry." Angry?He didn't know if he had a retort to that. Something was edging the tip of his tongue, heavy against his teeth. It teased and burned the way bile would creep and rest on your throat. Hajime, the tired little man with the resting bitch face. He's heard that from time to time, so it's not surprising. Huh? No. I'm not mad, guys. That's just my face. Old habits are the hardest the bury. Even for someone like him who made it a hobby to dig for earthworms as a child in his backyard.On one hand, he could see how his bite could have been dulled over the years with nothing to sharpen them on. On the other hand ... Wasn't that supposed to be a good thing? It meant that he was finally becoming more approachable; more likable, dare he hope. He didn't have that answer either. Back then, High School was nothing short of a food chain and he was a scrappy little sh*t who had to make do with his stature.It was simple, he worked harder than anyone on the court for a reason. He'd be damned if he was going to make excuses for being a little smaller than the others. At the time, he wanted to be that spiny thumbtack others feared stepping on. But now, how could he deny the change pointed out to him? It texturizes differently. Especially from the woman's words."Such pretty eyes though," she gushed on during the duration of their time. Her leg was easy to extend, small, and fragile tucked within the cage of her brace. Hajime was careful with adjustments, the velcro straps looked like they irritated her skin underneath. "So blue. I don't think I've ever seen anything more blue."The same blue eyes track up, meeting her crinkled smile. The laugh lines creased at the corner of her optics and her flowing silver hair gave her an inviting warmth to her. It's been a while since that was directed at him. The older woman was a new client of his, but she was quick to fret and work herself into a tizzy over him. He'd better stay on topic. "How did you hurt your knee again, ma'am?""Swing dancing of course! Why, it was the darnedest thing. I guess I forgot how bad this old hip could be. Toppled right over the gazebo railing. Hoo-hoo, I bet I was quite the sight!" A chuckle was somewhere between her anecdote. And judging by the little gleam crackling under her golden brown hues, that wasn't the first time she took a tumble and it'd be far from her last. She tapped her raised thigh, bringing Hajime's attention to it. "Must have twisted something. The hospital mumbo-jumbo was hard to follow. Worth every pinched nerve though. I'm sure you understand.""Not entirely." Hajime gingerly lowered her leg back down. It was too quiet suddenly. He could hear everything. Her sneaker squeaking against the waxed tiled floor of his office, the creak in his stool when he leaned back into it. He dusted through his memories when he tilted his head back to look up at the buzzing light. Flickering above him. He needs to change that. The lightbulb, or his attitude? "At least, not with dancing. I don't think I've ever been swing dancing before. I used to play volleyball in high school. Sometimes I was a goalie for a football team in college - er.. Soccer, I think people here call it.""Never been swing dancing? Now that's a sin! Especially with a track record like that! Maybe one of these days, I'll take you." She beamed, no beat, no hesitation. It was impressive. "But, it's good to have something that breathes fire in us, wouldn't you agree?""I don't think dancing is for me," Firm. He had to be firm. But the walls he was tossing up were hardly even scoffed at by the woman. If she was bothered at all by his crass responses, he wasn't finding out anytime soon. She smiled through the exchange. Like she had been here before. Facing a careless young man who would shrug her off with an eye roll and a pity pat: there, there, granny. Whatever you say. He didn't want to be like that anymore. He wanted to change more than the stupid light bulb humming above them."You know what? On second thought.." He got up from the stool, it lazily rolled off toward the counter cabinets, bumping into the wood along with the rest of his care. He didn't know what came over him. But he wasn't one to shy away from trying something new. "I'd love to learn. If you could teach me when you get better?"