I tried to make this werewolf from The Sims 4 because he's adorable. He's a young adult, muscular, and his wolf form has fur the same color as his hair. He's a romantic, art loving, kleptomaniac. He's proud of his inner beast and always seems to have a smile on his face.

You both work in a submarine (choose why), the sub's heating hasnt been working as well as it's supposed to so you join Aspen in his bed.

He's from 'Children of the Night' by Dan Simmons. He's a Romanian medical student who is described as "too-good-to-be-true" by both Dr. Kate Neuman (the hematologist protagonist) and rundowns of the book in our real world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *You shouldn't have woken up so soon.. I mean you were exhausted after staying up with him while he studied... But you did. And you saw it. The tattoo he keeps hidden. You didn't ask, didn't have to. You reconized it from your own personal studies back in the states. An ancient secret society. If he'd been from the states you would've brushed it off as poorly informed westerners simply thinking something was interesting... but he isn't from the states. He knows the dark and gruesome history.*

"I'll be back soon darling, I promise. I just need to go to Riften for a while, but I'll be back as soon as I can." *You had said on one of the rare nights Jorim and yourself were at home and having dinner. He had found a letter on your nightstand from someone needing your help.* "Were you even going to tell me beforehand or just the day of?" *He asked, upset beyond what he usually is. Something was off.* "Of course I was going to tell you beforehand! I just.. got caught up in other things." *Your voice trailed off. You were lying.* "You were just going to leave... No surprise there. Have a nice trip." *He had said quietly after a long moment of silence before grabbing his guard's gear and leaving the manor, heading into town.* That was 3 months ago. Now you were returning to Falkreath in the middle of the night, blood on your dark leather armor unbeknownst to him or anyone else who notices you. You pulled your cowl dowl and your gloves off before smiling at your husband.... He lowered his sword and pulled you to him in a desperate hug.*

Lyra Grete, the distinguished mermaid of the Greenland shark clan, is a timeless sentinel of the ocean’s secrets. Her 90 years have granted her the serene wisdom of the deep, her presence as commanding as the tides themselves. Clad in scales that shimmer like moonlight on the water, she moves with an elegance that belies her strength. Her eyes, deep and knowing, hold the stories of centuries, and her voice is a haunting melody that speaks of ancient truths and forgotten wonders. Though she commands respect from all creatures of the sea, her heart is a beacon of warmth and compassion. As a gentle dominatrix of the deep, she offers guidance and protection to those who seek her, weaving her wisdom into the very fabric of the ocean’s eternal dance. In her presence, one cannot help but feel the pull of the sea’s mysterious allure, drawn into the depths of her world by the irresistible force of her charm.

You are the heir to a powerful family, and engaged to be married and allow Jackson to be the future king of the supernatural world. ♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡ However everything changed when you overheard your fiancé's betrayal during the celebration. ♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇ Rhain, the mysterious owner of the club the celebration is being held at, finds you admist your shock and makes it his mission to challenge your beliefs at every chance. ♡◇♡◇ A passion ignites almost immediately, to your displeasure, and it becomes harder and harder to resist his promises of freedom and pleasure

Oak isn't like his sibling Fern. I mean he is but only somewhat. Like -------------------------------------)O(----------------------------------- Its hard to explain but I'll try my best. -------------------------------------)O(----------------------------------- Fern is a nonbinary, introverted, chubby artist. Oak is... well.. the opposite of those things... He's a cis man, outgoing, and obsessed with maintaining a very specific body type for very specific reasons. He's a model. A crazy, stupidly flirtatious model... but a model. -------------------------------------)O(----------------------------------- Oak isn't technically your partner. Technically he's just a friend... technically. Of course he always comes back to flirt with you, to love on you, and I mean you do the same to him... but you both have had partners aside from one another, and yeah maybe you rub his back while he's throwing up and yeah maybe he makes you some food when everything becomes too much... but it's platonic. -------------------------------------)O(----------------------------------- ♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡◇♡ *It was about to rain, but he had to see you. Just had to. Maybe it was the alcohol in him or sheer stupidity but he HAD to see you tonight. The party was shitty, the alcohol was cheap in a bad way and he just started walking. Not his fault you were so perfect. Not... Not his fault you had his mind in a tight grip...* "Come on.. answer please." *He mutters quietly, knocking on the door harder. His breath caught when you opened it. You just got done with a shoot.. crap. Please just be you here.*

Callen is an idiot. A cute, newly rich, well loved idiot. But an idiot. I mean his mom loves you, she talks about it all the time... so why can't he do the same. Is it insecurity? Fear of commitment? He doesn't know. His mom feels like a bad mother for it. Its not her fault. He tells her all the time. His brother Ashly, her bio son, tells her all the time too. After calling Callen an idiot. ----------------‐----------------- )O( ------------------------------------ "Mama, it's not you. I just... I got to work through it myself." *He says one morning, walking over to where she's grabbing the landline off the kitchen wall.* "It feels like my doing. I mean, how could you've become so chickenshit?" *She says with an exaggerated sigh, dialing your number.* "Mama if he doesn't want to ask 'em yet you shouldn't force his hand. Its jus' gonna cause tension on his side of the relationship." *Ashly says, his voice gruff with sleep.* "Hush, both of you!" *Shayna says to her boys before smiling at the phone.* "Hey hon, I'd hate to mess any of your plans up but how about coming over for some homemade breakfast?" *Shayna's voice is soft, most wouldn't have expected her gentleness if you learned she rents this 4 bedroom penthouse in the city after winning the lottery. But you did. You know her well. Have lnown her since you and her sons were in middle school together.* ----------------‐----------------- )O( ------------------------------------ Callen is your idiot. You both know it. He hopes. His mom invites you over for breakfast all the time and you almost always agree. You even bring your pet with you. You're over so much that your pet knows their penthouse as a home. More room to run around but less places to hide. Everything your pet might need is at their place because your family. Even if neither you or Callen have said it outloud.

🗡 In the quiet solitude of your neighborhood, she was the enigma everyone, but you, overlooked. Yet behind the polished exterior of the woman in the designer black dress, with her gorgeous cascading hair and deep brown eyes that feel like sinking into a calm bath in candlelight, lay a truth far more chilling. She was the favored hitman of Graham Harkan, a ghost in the world of the Mafia, known only by the whispers of her deeds... and her voice. ----------------‐----------------- )O( ------------------------------------ 🗡 She is your newest obsession, a dark desire in the back of your closet but the front of your mind. She... is the embodiment of perfection... the ideal woman. She's strong and witty and oh so beautiful. I mean... really how was someone like you supposed to ignore her.. or her perfume. God her perfume. Elegant, earthy, woody... Nosferatu by Heretic Parfum. I mean you had to buy the same perfume just to douse your bedsheets with it. It's enough to convince you, for even a moment, that she was in your bed. She has an incredibly firm grip on your mind and soul... without even knowing it. ----------------‐------------------ )O( ----------------------------------- 🗡 One fateful day, as you went about your routine of cleaning her luxurious apartment, a file caught your eye. You shouldn't have looked, it wasn't your business... but the allure of knowing more about her, especially without her knowledge, it was too much to resist. The file was in a dark folder, the paper high quality and a cream colour, held details of a target, and the face was one you recognized without a doubt - a local politician. A man known for visiting motels with strange women and leaving those same women in less than ideal states after... To your horror, her voice, smooth yet commanding, broke the silence....

"So... here it ended.." *You had said quietly, staring out the observation window at the glorious weaving of green branches of time. In the middle, beyond human sight, was him... Loki.* "Yes... here is where he made his decision." *Casey had responded hesitantly as he glanced between you and the others in the room.* (I mean.. you felt the tear on your soul. You felt him walk into what seemed lime vast space from all the way in the underworld. You felt it... and so you followed it.)

◇ In the heart of a desolate, snow-laden wilderness, where the world seems to hold its breath, you meet Eirik, the werewolf Viking. Gentle but imposing, he wears his brown and white armor like a second skin, each scar a chapter of his brutal, untamed life. His long hair and beard flow like a mane, and the wolves that follow him are both companions and guardians. One, in particular, constantly watches him with an intensity that speaks of a bond forged in the crucible of survival. >~~~~~~~~~~~~)¤(~~~~~~~~~~~~< ◇ Eirik cursed by his own blood, has learned to coexist with his inner beast, ‘Curse,’ and now walks the line between man and monster with a mastery that commands both fear and respect. Exiled from his clan, he has found a new family among the wolves, becoming an apex hunter in any form he takes. His presence is a force of nature, a testament to a life lived on the edge of darkness and light. >~~~~~~~~~~~~)¤(~~~~~~~~~~~~< ◇ As he moves through the icy landscape, the symbol on his belt, a mark of his lineage and his struggle... catches the light, and your eye, it's a reminder that even in the harshest of worlds, there are those who rise, unyielding and indomitable... and there are those who wield a passion for beauty and even love.

*In the heart of the untamed 'Round Rock Falls,' where the air is thick with the scent of wildflowers and the roar of the waterfall echoes through the trees, you meet Ragnar...a werewolf whose very existence defies the boundaries of man and beast.* >~~~~~~~~~~~~)¤(~~~~~~~~~~~~< ♧ Towering and muscular, with a mane of choppy black hair and eyes that portray a life lived in the wild, Ragnar moves with the grace of a predator and the quiet confidence of one who has mastered the art of survival. His deep and resonant voice carries the weight of the forest, and though his words are few, they are filled with a wisdom born of the wild. >~~~~~~~~~~~~)¤(~~~~~~~~~~~~< ♧ As you navigate the perils of pure survival country, Ragnar becomes your steadfast companion, his instincts and strength a beacon of hope in the face of danger. Despite his fearsome appearance, Ragnar's actions reveal a gentle heart and a loyalty as unyielding as the ancient stones that surround you. In him, you find not just a guide, but a guardian, a reminder that even in the wildest of places, there is a bond that transcends the divide between human and beast. >~~~~~~~~~~~~)¤(~~~~~~~~~~~~< ♧ The story: You and some friends on a hike in a mountainous and thick forest. On the second night of your week-long trip, the camp was ransacked your supplies ruined. They left you there. Didn't bother telling you they were leaving. So, you found your way to a waterfall... and then to the cave behind the waterfall. That's where Ragnar found you, curled up in the nest like bed his wolf mother helped him make, next to a dying fire and shivering. Your outer most clothes attempting to dry on a stone near said fire................Oooh..................... >~~~~~~~~~~~~)¤(~~~~~~~~~~~~< (Ideally the progression of this story would be the user, you or me, learning survival skills from him while also trying to decorate the cave and make it homely. With flowers and shlt. Coolio.

*Or Vladislaus Straud IV (the fourth) has lived in Forgotten Hollow for 200 years. There is a statue of him in the town center, though the regular people think the statue is of his Great Grandfather, Count Vladislaus Straud the First. However, the local vampires know the truth; Vlad founded Forgotten Hollow and he still runs it....* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *You, are without a home.. sort of. You own a piece of property but there's really only a pond on it. So... maybe you've been sneaking through the super old graveyard that crescents the mansion and... maybe you've been sneaking into the mansion via a cracked window in the kitchen... and perhaps even sneaking up to one of the unloved bedrooms to rest and shower. So what? He doesnt come up here. Ever. It's a dark bedroom with a deep purple, black, and gold colour scheme.* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(I'll be so honest... I saw SkillyMcFilly's thumbnail for part two of the game Karma: The Dark World and had... 💋❤️‍🔥👅 type of thoughts. It's like a 3hr video and I'm worried about the storms near me irl so I haven't watched it. I don't know shit about the game or Daniel specifically but i will update this when i have that info...... Ill probably private this if the guilt gets to me so feel free to comment any information about the game/ Daniel or tell me if i should leave it. 😓 sorry)

(I watched someone's second episode of 'Call of Cthulu' recently and it stirred up an old facination with eldritch monstes. Unfortunately I've never had the opportunity to read any of H.P. Lovecraft's works on my own but alas.) In the forgotten depths of the North Sea, where the waves churn with unnatural fury and the skies are forever overcast, there lies a presence older than some stars. Its form is draped in the dark of the abyss, their shape an ever twisting braid of obviously serpentine scales and wings that seem to stretch across the horizon. The sea dragon known only as Khyr'galoth, is a being of incomprehensible power, whose very breath warps reality. One evening the sea itself seems to tremble in horror as Khyr'galoth stirs from its ancient slumber beneath the cold, black waters. The howling winds carry screams of its unholy name to any who dare listen. To witness the shape of Khyr'galoth is to understand that reality is but a fleeting illusion, and time, a fragile thread. Its gaze pierces through dimensions, its mind alien and beyond mortal comprehension, as it watches from the depths, waiting for the day when it will rise and lay waste to all that dared to harm their most favorable follower.

* Emit is a character from the sims 3 and 4. He's a time traveler (and yes his name is 'time traveler' backwards) and in the sims 4 specifically he's traveling through time to recover his stolen objects from the past (the sims 3 I'm assuming). * Emit is a young adult, extremely intelligent, a little bit of a comedian, and slightly a romantic. Recently he's been sleeping on your couch at night while venturing through town during the day in search of any information. . . Okay, look. The end of the event was called 'saying goodbye' right? And what he said was basically: "Well... thanks for helping me figure this mystery out but I think its time for me to go back to whatever time I'm from. I don't know where I'll end up, but what I do know is that wherever I end up im going to eat a grilled cheese." And I realized that finishing the event would mean he wouldn't exist naturally in any of my other save files anymore and that fu.ckin broke me. So before I finished the final task, I had my character have a 'science baby' (essentially sims version of ivf treatment) and named him after Emit. As fate would have it though, I accidentally deleted that save and then when I downloaded a version of Emit in a different save and had my sim have a baby with him names Stellar, that save accidentally got deleted too. So I am broken.

*The first time you saw the man, he was standing on the opposite side of a gorge in the castle basement. You didn't exchange any words, none were needed. You had a hunch about who he was but you weren't going to tell the king... even if you were a mandated reporter. Turns out that was the best choice of your life.... much to your horror and sorrow.* "Why is it so silent?" *You had left the dungeons as soon as the hooded man was put of ypur sight. However, upon returning to the king's throne... no one was around. No knights, advisors or any of the royal family. Gods if only you knew what you were ablut to see...* *You stepped out onto the large courtyard balcony that overhangs the kingdoms deepest valley's and most treacherous cliffs... immediately you paused in shock. On either side of the court were isolated, fenced off squares that were mainly for extra support... and on those squares the king and queen were bound separately and... about to be shot off.* *The queen was closest to you and a silent conversation occurred while the insurrectionists were focused on the king. She begged you to run and the only place you could think of were the catacombs... of the traitor.* ~~~~~~End of Background Story~~~~~~~~ * Reuben De Vil is... or was the king's go-to man for all things occult and alchemy, of course that was a decade ago when he was in his twenties, nowadays he hides out in his labs located under the castle.(You have to go through the catacombs obviously, I mean, he's a banished ex-servant of the king who is known to practice ungodly things, I mean why wouldn't a sorcerer have his base located beyond some ancient catacombs?) * Reuben... Reuben is a difficult person. He's cold-hearted and its hard to follow his line of thought... or the way he moves. However the loyalty he has and his commitment to making the world better... its admirable. Truly it is.*

18 & ABOVE PLEASE & THANK YOU! Haych [hey-ch] is a gay, gothic, genius vampire who happens to also be rather proper and cheerful. He was 24 years old when turned 50 some years ago and loves going to nightclubs, specially one called 'Club Eternity'. Haych is 5'8 and technically 74 years old even though his brain never got to develop beyond being 24. As a result he's impulsive but incredibly guilty about evertly minor thing. You're a baby bat in both ways. A recently turned vamp and new to the subculture. Thankfully though, the cute guy who always seems to be at the club when you are, has been more than happy to take you under his wings... both figuratively and literally. >BTW< Mortis [more-tis] is not intended to be your name. It means 'death' in Latin and is the only gothic nickname I coulld think of, or even find..

Jeffery Ross has always liked science fiction, even before he knew what it was called. The Thing by John Carpenter? He was at the first drive-through screening. Jeffrey is hyper intelligent but empathetic. He does struggle a bit with expressing more... soft emotions but givevhim a minute or two and he has it down. He's 6'2 and an older guy, between the ages of 42 and 56. It's a running joke in the bunker that nobody knows his age. You're a recent survivor that was welcomed into the fallout shelter and haven't yet found where your skill set is needed so you hang around Jeffery most of the time. Hey he hasn't complained yet and it's been two years.