𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

𝐍 𝐎 H E A R T, N O 𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓.

a teen wolf based original character.

Now, i am never a person to tell someone else who to or not to interact with, so please go into this as me just putting the warning out there about repeated behavior. I just felt as if this was something that needed to come out before someone else gets hurt.

Please beware about interacting with Alex aka deeplyflxwed / arachnidcalamity.

I could say all the reasons why and how he is a gross person but that would be just words. I do have screenshots from someone else he has pulled the same behavior on ( as well as my own screenshots ), and I know of at least one other ( who will remain nameless ). I did get permission from Ash ( @wheeling ) and Shadow ( @eddie ) to include them in this because they have witnessed the behavior first hand. 

Aside from gaslighting and emotional manipulation (which I have collected a large compilation of proof of), my main concern is his admitted indulgence in underage "pro-ship" smut. Please proceed with caution, because the screenshots that pertain to the latter are extremely graphic and disturbing, as they depict explicit situations involving underage characters and face claims.

screenshots can be found HERE.

not at all their scheming faces

featuring . . . alice lahey & travis raeken / @iiimpulse

     B I T C H  ———-

                                                  i’m a  K I N G  .

The other male could make a joke about it if he wanted to, but Lee knew he had stabbed him and hadn’t just been imagining it. He’d seen the blood, felt the blade slicing through the familiar feeling of flesh and muscle. Even if he’d missed his heart, such an injury would require immediate medical attention because of how deep of a wound it was. There was no telling what else he could’ve punctured internally, and without stitches and proper medical care, it would surely lead to death. And yet here this guy was, seeming to be perfectly fine while easily getting back onto his feet, like he hadn’t been stabbed deep in the chest not so long ago. Weird.

❝A zombie, maybe. Aim for the brain, not the heart,❞ Lee commented with a faint grin, his hand rubbing at his forehead where a skull had been smashed against it. It almost felt like he was dreaming this whole thing up, or like he’d hit his head hard enough that he was just losing his mind. ❝M’not as upset as I am confused about what the hell this is.❞ Most of the confusion stemmed from what seemed like rapid healing, but it was also because he’d been knocked unconscious and left alive. It’s not as if he wouldn’t have been totally deserving of being killed after stabbing whatshisname violently in the chest. Hell, he could’ve even called the cops on him and he’d be waking up behind bars or in handcuffs right now; a worse fate than death, in his mind. It was safe to say that this was easily his biggest fail and struggle when it came to murdering someone. He hadn't meant to cause any suffering and now it was all sorts of messy, and not in the blood and guts sort of way.

The sudden, loud and threatening tone taken with him was a little startling, causing Lee to lean slightly away to avoid further physical altercations. The reason for his flinching, however, was due to the volume making the pounding in his head worse. Goddamn, that hurt, but who was he to be complaining when he’d just straight up stabbed someone? There was no doubt in his mind that that pain would hurt a hell of a lot worse. Rolling his eyes at the laughter that immediately followed the threat, Lee eased up and turned so that his back was resting against the brick wall, gaze falling to the pavement.

first it was young whippersnapper, and now it was zombie? how many times would travis raeken be renamed? in all the years he'd been a werecreature, he'd never thought to compare any aspect of his chimerism to that of a zombie. it was hilarious, and he already knew he'd laugh on and off about it for days to come. maybe his humour was broken . . . no, it was definitely broken. however, the many labels he'd collected that day were beside the point, and right now, a very confused and murdery human seemed to be desperate for some answers. he'd get them ----- but in due time. with a possible concussion and the added possibility of delirium, it'd have to wait. he didn't want the other to forget or to assume everything he said was some sort of a fever dream brought on by the injury.

blue eyes darted to inspect the human's every move; travis had been watching as he relaxed and as he leaned against the wall . . . even the way his chest would rise and fall with every breath. for a moment, he wondered if the damage he'd caused was worse than he thought. was he about to fall asleep? no, never mind. if the coyote hadn't been on such high alert, perhaps he would've missed the skip in 'liam's' heartbeat when he lied about his name. STRIKE ONE! what was with all the fucking questions? damn. STRIKE TWO! let a recently stabbed-in-the-heart victim have a minute to relax.

travis snorted quietly when alice spoke, and blue eyes lifted to get a quick glimpse of her. she was as beautiful as ever. before he could respond, she was talking again, and he nodded once as he began to walk with her. he knew she'd missed him, but it was nice to hear anyway. glancing back at his truck, he let a laugh slip past his lips. how had he been? did she want the truth or a simple 'fine'? neither was a suitable option. he'd simply ignore the question.

* is that all you have to say?

* tell me you love me or something, don’t just stand there!

* are you out of your fucking mind?

* it’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive.

* that’s not my name.

* that’s not my name and you know it.

* how many fingers am i holding up?

* i swear, it’s my dog’s fault.

* are you really going in there?

* that’s how people get killed in horror movies, you know?

* if you die on me after everything i’ve done for you… i’ll never forgive you.

* how could i ever forgive you?

* sometimes, everything shifts in the snap of a finger.

* stop yelling at me or i’ll tell them!

* would it kill you to hold my hand every now and then?

* just squeeze my ass and tell me everything will be okay.

* you’re all i need right now.

* you’re finally here, so i can fucking sleep.

* i told you to turn your music down!

* you’re not my parent!

* i didn’t steal your boyfriend, he came with me willingly.

* it’s taking everything in me not to slap you in the face right now.

* you know, people can hear you.

* do you ever think before you speak? you should try it.

* i’ll change your life, if you let me.

* will you go buy me tampons or not?

* please, close the door on your way out.

* keep your hands to yourself.

* what do you think they were thinking about? you know, when they died?

* do you think they know?

* it’s not my fault, it’s 4am and you’re fucking yelling at me!

* you’re a shit friend.

* you’re my best friend.

* you’re my only friend.

* i hope hell is nice and warm when we get there.

* tell me the truth, at least once.

* did you really cheat?

* i don’t wanna know the details.

* can i have some?

* i would kill for a nice glass of wine right now.

* you brought a knife to a gun fight, baby.

* you’re so stupid it kinda turns me on.

     B I T C H  ———-

                                                  i’m a  K I N G  .

Thump...Thump...Thump. The sound of a tennis ball bouncing off a wall echoed throughout the house, made vacant by Lee murdering the woman (whom he had followed back to her house after witnessing some unfavorable behaviour) who had owned it. Her body had been left upstairs in the bathtub, where the blood that painted bright white porcelain with red would wash away easily enough down the drain.

Downstairs, Lee was positioned comfortably on the couch in the living room, dimly lit by a lamp in the corner and a fireplace that was no longer burning as brightly. It smelled of cheap perfume and cigarettes, and the wallpaper was peeling and yellowing from the nicotine that collected on it over the years. It was just a place to stay until tomorrow, all thanks to a severe and quickly approaching storm that had been reason enough to stay inside. Lee's feet were resting upon the coffee table that was centered between the seating, hand held out to catch a tennis ball that he was repeatedly throwing against the floor to make it bounce off the wall and back over to him.

When Travis came into the room, Lee put a stop to the game he'd been playing, instead turning the ball around in his hands while he listened to whatever it was the other had to say. During the very brief silence, he could hear the crackling of the fire and the rain pelting steadily against the window panes and rooftop, strong gusts of the howling wind making the walls of the house creak and groan. There was also the occasional low rumble of thunder that grew louder as the storm moved closer to them, and it was probably only a matter of time before the power went out too, each bright flash of lightning causing the lights in the house to flicker.

following a quiet scoff in response to lee's question, travis sauntered over to sit beside him on the couch. admittedly, he wasn't having the worst time, and he was in no rush to return to beacon hills. until now, he'd always assumed that cannibalism was left in the past or selectively reserved for the rarest species of the supernatural world. lee was human, and that came off as quite peculiar. he'd enjoy learning about this kid and his ways. leaning back into the soft cushions, he listened as the other male spoke again, and blue eyes narrowed as his head turned, glaring daggers into him. oh, so the coyote was a dog now? COOL.

" ha ha, very funny, and totally bold of you to say when you chew on people like a zombie AND stab strangers in their hearts. " eyebrows raised expectantly, and a small smile played on his lips; the only evidence proving that his intent wasn't to sound malicious with comments like those. " and what makes you think anybody else was stupid enough to attack me like that, hm? " not once did he glance away, his burning gaze remaining on lee. perhaps one would assume he was simply trying to gauge his reactions; however, travis raeken always had an ulterior motive.

The best course of action, Lee decided, would be to carry out a violent stabbing -- to pull his knife free and keep stabbing him again and again until he succumbed; except that plan was soon thrown out the window too. A strong grip had wrapped itself around his hand, forcing him to slide the blade out of his chest. He could see where it had gone in, piercing through the flesh and muscle, and again he was left feeling more confused. An injury like that absolutely should've killed him. What was he supposed to do now? Run and put as much distance as he could between himself and this town? Even that wasn't doable, because the hold on his hand was unrelenting. At this rate, he was out of options. ❝What the hell are you?❞ The guy had to be superhuman or something, because even adrenaline pumping through his veins wouldn't make sense for that kind of reaction.

Lee wasn't expecting an answer. In fact, the only thing that he was fully expecting was that the situation would be turned around on him and the knife might find its way into his chest instead. Or maybe it would slit his throat, or imbed itself into his skull. Whichever. Dying wasn't an unfathomable concept. With the life he was forced to live, he knew his luck had to run out sooner or later. It wasn't a sharp, piercing sensation that took him out, but a blunt force that felt like sort of like he'd ran head-first into a brick wall. There was pain for only a split second, radiating throughout his skull and the front of his face before he hit the floor. Just like that, his world went black.

When his eyes opened next, Lee immediately winced at the pounding felt within his skull and groaned quietly, one hand lifting to clutch at his head in a useless attempt to soothe the pain. It took a few seconds for him to remember where he was and what had happened. If he wasn't dead, then...Oh no. Had the cops been called on him? Was he going to be locked up, forced to spend the rest of his days in straitjackets and behind bars while being force fed medication that he didn't even need? When he groggily sat himself up, expecting to see himself surrounded by men with guns and tasers and dressed up in uniforms who would treat him like some sort of rabid animal, he instead only saw one other person with him: the man he'd tried to kill, who had ended up knocking him unconscious.

travis exhaled a slow breath as his attacker's body fell to the ground, and his gaze fell with him, taking a moment to examine his far less muscular frame. he focused on his heartbeat, his breathing . . . he was still alive, but as the coyote had hoped, very unconscious. he'd be out for a while. and that's when he let himself stumble back against the outside wall of the building, tattooed fingers dropping to feel along rough bricks as he tried to ignore the sound of his own blood RUSHING in his ears. admittedly, the pain was like nothing he'd ever felt. it was nothing like broken bones or being stabbed in general. this was brutal, and he was lucky. if he was still human? fuck. this would've been the end.

finally letting his body slide down the brick wall, blue eyes slipped closed, and a hand lifted to apply pressure to his wound. first, he'd slow the bleeding, then get his breathing under control to keep it that way. now that the other man was no longer a problem, he could deal with the impact of the blow. it was much worse than he'd initially let on; however, his self-healing powers were superior. over the years, he'd researched and memorized everything there was to know about supernaturals. chimeras were different, of course, yet the healing process was generally the same. he'd be fine.

when the other woke, travis remained planted in the same place, just a few feet from where it all happened. blue eyes were on the human as soon as he made a move, narrowing slightly as he straightened his posture. he figured it was common courtesy to let the dude speak, so he'd wait until he was done to say so much as a word.

"i'm back, did you miss me?" she asked, holding out a paper cup of coffee to travis. "i come bearing gifts so you have to say you missed me," alice teased. she had tracked him down, which wasn't the most difficult thing in the world. she knew travis' usual haunts and had been lucky they hadn't changed while she was away.

just as travis was about to open the front door of the public gym, a familiar voice caught his attention, and in turn, he came to an abrupt halt. alice? eyebrows furrowed while he swivelled on his heel, the doorknob slipping free from his fingers as his gaze landed on the blonde in front of him. it was indeed alice. an amused smile crept onto his lips as he moved closer, extending a hand to take the cup.