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@ghostofaformerself
this is an INDEPENDENT FBI PROFILER OC. there will be themes of crime, blood, death, serial killers, alcoholism, mental illness, & more on this blog.
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oh hey, it's been 30000000 years.
to attempt a comeback or not 🤔
INDEPENDENT AND PRIVATE MULTI-MUSE WITH A MIX OF CANON AND OC'S FROM VARIOUS FANDOMS INCLUDING MARVEL, DC, SHADOW AND BONE, HANNIBAL, CRIMINAL MINDS & MORE WRITTEN BY KILBY 30 + GMT TIMEZONE
me + a transformers marathon = needing rayne to meet a transformer or several
. ☽ 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗟 ♁ 𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗬 ♁ 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧 ☾
𝘖𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘺. 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦…𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.
. IND. PRI. HIGHLY SEL. OC Multimuse ft. Karter Kane, fandomless treasure hunter Written by Joey
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Hello friends! I have @ghostofaformerself with me IRL so if I’ve been inactive that’s why! BUT today is a chill vibe days so memes & replies hopefully come today!
chill!! vibes!! only!!
@bldrdsh is gonna get his ass kicked tomorrow night. i'm coming to get you,. 😈
DIFFERENT WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU sent by @poisonpicked
❛ i'm not scared of anything except losing you. ❜ (Trevor before Rayne becomes a vampire because foreshadowing pain 😇)
THE FAINTEST HINT OF LIPS CURLING as her gaze falls on him with a softness especially reserved for their moments alone. ❝trev, i'm not going anywhere. we've both faced death an inordinate amount of times and we're still here. you're not losing me, trev, i promise.❞ hands are gentle against his cheeks, a thumb brushing over the skin.
trevor can't help but lean into her touch, blue eyes finding and holding her gaze as she responds. the hunt earlier that day had been a close call and, ever since, he found it even harder than usual to leave her side. it had scared him and that was something he wasn't used to at all.
he raises a calloused hand to rest on one of hers, turning his head slightly to kiss her palm. "promise me you'll be more careful... i know you were trying to protect me, but that was reckless and you could've died." talk about the pot calling the kettle black, but if anything had happened — if her plan hadn't worked out as well as it did or if the monster had reacted just a couple of seconds faster or— he didn't want to think of how badly that could've gone. they had survived with just some cuts and bruises and that's what mattered.
THERE'S A SHAKE OF HER HEAD as her free hand rests against his still-healing shoulder from their last hunt. this is just the opposite side of what he did last time.
❝pots and kettles,❞ knowing it's all she has to say for him to understand her point. ❝it was a good plan and it worked, that's what matters. i came out better looking than you did last time.❞ a gentle poke at the same spot. there isn't a chance in hell she's letting him get that close to life-ending danger again.
just a reminder that if we're mutuals you can add me on disco and we can chat/plot/write there because i'm easier to reach. colloquialbitchaphor
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“ you’re scared. you’re not thinking straight. ” (Alucard after rescuing Rayne 🥰)
A HISS AS SHE PULLS AGAINST RESTRAINTS, teeth bared at the blond with disdain. he's her enemy right now if only for the fact that she has nowhere else to direct anger and confusion. rayne's head is foggy, uncertainty lingering where memories should be.
❝no shit i'm not thinking straight,❞ she's weak, starving, and exhausted. ❝the only fucking thing i remember is blood and carnage and death. you're asking me what happened to him and i don't fucking know.❞ rayne may as well be human right now with how the restraints cut into her skin every time she pulls too much. ❝i know he was there but i don't know if he's alive.❞
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❛ i'm not scared of anything except losing you. ❜ (Trevor before Rayne becomes a vampire because foreshadowing pain 😇)
THE FAINTEST HINT OF LIPS CURLING as her gaze falls on him with a softness especially reserved for their moments alone. ❝trev, i'm not going anywhere. we've both faced death an inordinate amount of times and we're still here. you're not losing me, trev, i promise.❞ hands are gentle against his cheeks, a thumb brushing over the skin.
THE LOOK TELLS HER ENOUGH, and rayne rolls her eyes. he knows what she means even if neither of them is entirely willing to voice it aloud. there's a lot they haven't said about the last time they crossed paths—what happened to her on their last hunt together, when her bloodlust put them on opposite sides. god there's so much to hash out, but they're both too stubborn to say anything.
it's hard. to have been apart for so long after knowing each other for ages, to know she's suddenly exactly what they've been hunting for ages. this partnership is against everything they stand for and they won't even address it.
❝we've been trying to relive how things used to be,❞ it has to be said. ❝back then we would be done by now. we'd be on to the next hunt, and whatever happened in between. right now we're just finding an excuse to make this last.❞
rayne doesn't want this to end. she wants things to be exactly how they were, but it can't happen. not like this. not when there's so much between them that has to be addressed after centuries of nothing.
❝nothing is the same anymore, trev. especially not us.❞ it's not meant to say she doesn't still feel him in her bones. they're tied together in a way rayne is never going to be able to fully understand, but they're different. after all that's happened, after centuries of life, they're not the same people.
he wants to snap at her or, at the very least, tell her she's wrong or brush her off with one of his little snide remarks, but he bites it back, finishing off his drink and setting it down, trying to focus on the burn of the alcohol as it went down. it wasn't enough to get the bitter taste her words left on his tongue.
nothing is the same anymore, trev. especially not us.
the statement hurt him more than he could have anticipated and, for a moment, he was that little boy who was on his own after his family was killed, forced into isolation and a life filled with running and hiding from the people who had condemned the belmont family while still protecting them from the monsters in the dark. after his curse, he believed that isolation would be even worse, spread out over forever, watching anyone he dared get close just age and die and, when he first found himself catching feelings for rayne, he had those same fears, but she helped him through it and gave him something he had been wanting for so long and then it had been ripped away from him just as violently and suddenly as his family.
he holds her gaze for a moment, before turning to the bartender and gesturing that he wanted another. his empty glass is swiftly swapped with a full one and he slips some money across the bar, covering his tab and the tip. "let me finish my drink and we can go someplace more private to figure this out." perhaps it was vague — figure what out exactly? their hunt? their situation? their feelings? whatever the fuck else hung heavy in the air around them? — and though the vagueness wasn't intentional, he was admittedly glad he didn't specify, worried that he might just default to figuring out their hunt over anything more deep, scared what feelings it would bring up, like ripping open an old wound that hadn't quite healed properly.
PRIVACY IS SOMETHING SHE CAN WAIT FOR. this isn't the kind of thing to hash out in the middle of a bar when they're supposed to be working. especially not if they put everything on the table as it now stands.
rayne's glass of whisky is long finished, and she's just waiting for trevor to be ready to tackle whatever it is they're doing to handle in private. she has her own things she wants to take care of with him, but there's really one that's the most immediate concern for her. the similarities between them know no bounds, and it's how rayne can see the guilt weighing his shoulders down. trevor blames himself for what happened to her. that's the first thing she wants to address.
there's an ache in her chest as she waits, lost somewhere in the confines of her own head. what is he thinking? not about this, but about her. if it's anything close to what rayne thinks of herself, then they're well and truly finished. she's a fucking monster now. the exact thing they've hunted for ages, and now she's one of them. he can't think anything else of her, she doesn't. dark eyes focus on her hands, nails tapping quietly against the glass she still holds onto. she's always reminded about what she is every time she so much as catches a glance at herself. the paleness of her skin, the subtle flecks of crimson buried in brown irises, the hint of sharpness to her canines. the worst of it are the things she can't ignore. like how trevor is barely a foot from her and all she can hear is his heart beating, his blood pumping.
❝i’m going to wait outside.❞ there's no room for argument. cash is left on the bar to cover her drinks and a tip, and she's gone.
what are you the patron saint of?
patron saint of martyrs
the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?
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@ghostofaformerself said: “we need to end this, and you know it too.” ( Trevor )
trevor glares at her over the rim of his glass as he takes a drink, using that as a moment to get his thoughts together. how long had it been since they last saw each other? nearly 200 years now? longer? time hardly mattered when you were immortal...
the last time he had seen her, she had been soaked in the blood of those innocent people, so blinded by bloodlust that she had nearly killed him and yet, he couldn't kill her. every time he tried, he would remember so many memories with her — hunting by her side, late night talks, patching each other's wounds, sharing warmth when the nights got too cold, waking up together naked in a mess of blankets, not wanting to leave whatever semi-safe place they had found to enjoy each other's company but forced to continue on with their job until she got attacked, dragged off into the night, presumed dead until... he had just incapacitated her and took her far away from that town, deep into the forest, and left her there, hoping they wouldn't cross paths again. he knew he should've killed her, but he couldn't and this was all he could do. maybe she would just die out here and he wouldn't have to see her again and could deal with everything that way. he hadn't seen her since so in a way, it had worked, as she didn't stir up anything that caught his attention and she was no longer absolutely feral. maybe it had been the right decision all along, despite how against his nature it had been.
"what the fuck do you think we've been trying to do for the last week?" he finally asks. they had been on the hunt together for the past week, both tracking down some monster killing in the town when they crossed paths. there was a lot of things left unsaid between them and maybe they were using the hunt to prolong that comfort of not addressing how they had left things off... they were only working together, right? nothing else.
THE LOOK TELLS HER ENOUGH, and rayne rolls her eyes. he knows what she means even if neither of them is entirely willing to voice it aloud. there's a lot they haven't said about the last time they crossed paths—what happened to her on their last hunt together, when her bloodlust put them on opposite sides. god there's so much to hash out, but they're both too stubborn to say anything.
it's hard. to have been apart for so long after knowing each other for ages, to know she's suddenly exactly what they've been hunting for ages. this partnership is against everything they stand for and they won't even address it.
❝we've been trying to relive how things used to be,❞ it has to be said. ❝back then we would be done by now. we'd be on to the next hunt, and whatever happened in between. right now we're just finding an excuse to make this last.❞
rayne doesn't want this to end. she wants things to be exactly how they were, but it can't happen. not like this. not when there's so much between them that has to be addressed after centuries of nothing.
❝nothing is the same anymore, trev. especially not us.❞ it's not meant to say she doesn't still feel him in her bones. they're tied together in a way rayne is never going to be able to fully understand, but they're different. after all that's happened, after centuries of life, they're not the same people.
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@ghostofaformerself / mobster katrina kane
She pauses, leaning back in her chair as Rayne takes a seat across from her. The pie freshly made is on a plate before her, one leg crossed over the other as she glances at the other woman.
"I trust no one else has given you any trouble since last we spoke?"
She hopes the answer is yes, but there's no guarantee. She is here to TELL THE TRUTH all the same. Rayne deserved to know the truth whether Katrina really wanted that or not.
"There's something we should probably talk about."
KATRINA'S POSTURE SHIFTS, and rayne knows their conversation is about to do the same thing. she's observed enough about the blonde over the last while to decipher enough of her mannerisms. there's an uncertainty about where this is going.
❝no trouble at all,❞ it's confirmed.
head tilts, lips pressing together a little more. when the mention of talking comes forth, rayne knows better than to think it's anything innocuous. katrina would phrase it much differently if that's the case. whatever this talking consists of is something serious and that's mildly worrisome.
❝sure. what about?❞
