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piceuscelus · 4 years ago

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a menace gave me some delicious ideas and uuhhhh, this happened

mind the tags and also there’s like,,, pseudo labor in this - of eggs, not babies. this is a follow up to the last monsterfucker ciri fill, with the arachas eggs

“Suppose it’s about time we get those eggs out of you,” Lambert says, casual. “Think Geralt’s supposed to be back tonight.”

Ciri whimpers. “Y-yeah,” she gasps. She’s so full at this point, the eggs slowly expanding and hardening within her over the last week that she can’t even move; Eskel and Lambert have had to lift her the last few days. “Can’t – fuck, he can’t see me like this.”

Eskel, leaning against the headboard next to her, chuckles. “No, he can’t,” he agrees. “Even if it is such a pretty sight.” He pets over her swollen belly, pushing lightly against the eggs he can feel through her. She groans, swatting feebly at his arm.

“Eskel,” she mutters, turning her head to glare at him. He just grins at her and slides his hand down, until he can pet over her cunt, where she’s been nearly constantly soaked for the whole week.

“What?” he asks, and she just makes a weak, frustrated little sound at him. He chuckles. “You’ll just want more, getting them out, anyway.”

“Shut up,” she mutters, closing her eyes and tipping her head back as if that would detract from the way she clenches and starts to drip. Eskel just chuckles again.

“Alright,” he says. “Be right back, sweetheart.”

“Mm. Yeah.”

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She doesn’t know what it is about arachas eggs, but somehow getting them out is even better than being fucked full of them.

She’s excited, when Eskel finally returns with Lambert, a little potion bottle in his hand. He sits her up and holds it to her mouth, smirking all the while, and she sticks her tongue out at him but drinks all of it, all the same.

“We’ve got, what, ten or fifteen minutes before that really kicks in?” Eskel clarifies with Lambert.

Lambert pulls up a chair, clearly planning to watch – heat flashes through Ciri’s whole body – and nods. “About that, yeah.”

“Good.”

Eskel moves her around as he pulls her out of the minimal clothes she’s been in for the past week; it’s basically just a too-large tunic and pants that are so big on her they barely count. “Gods, I can smell how excited you are,” Eskel mutters. “You ever gonna stop being so slutty for it?”

“No,” Ciri gasps, half-laugh and half-groan as he lays her back down and spreads her legs open with his hands on her inner thighs.

He laughs, too. “Good,” he says, and then she can feel the heat of his breath over her cunt. It’s the only warning she gets before he’s licking a broad stripe over her cunt, from her asshole to her clit, and she jerks, whimpering at the feeling of it and the eggs shifting as she wriggles. Eskel doesn’t seem concerned, though, just continuing until she’s soaked with his spit and her own slick, thighs trembling as she nears the edge.

“Eskel, Eskel, fuck,” she pants, almost entirely breathless. She can feel the way her cervix is relaxing because of the potion and it’s just so much sensation at once – the eggs, the potion, Eskel’s tongue. “Ah, fuck, please….”

The please does it, as Eskel moves back up and sucks at her clit, not gently; the mix of intense pleasure and the sharp pain sends her straight over the edge, and she wails as she gushes slick all over his face.

He’s just leaning up, wiping his face and smirking wickedly, when she drifts back down. She can feel more than just her cervix relaxing now, knows that she’ll have to start pushing soon, and her belly swoops, a little aftershock making her whimper.

“Don’t forget Vesemir’s present,” Lambert says, and Eskel grunts an acknowledgement.

“What?” Ciri asks, and Eskel reaches into his pocket to pull out – something. Ciri can’t really see what it is, but she can hear it – whatever it is, it’s got bells attached. Eskel shifts off of the bed just to circle around and climb back on, kneeling to her side.

This time when he holds the thing up, she can see it better, and finds that it’s actually things. There’s a delicate little chain dangling from both of them, attached to a little bell, and what they are themselves, well…. They look like...clamps.

Eskel palms pointedly at her breast and she sucks in a sharp breath.

Oh. “Fuck, please.”

He grins. Lambert groans.

She whines as he works at her nipples, with his fingers first and then his mouth, getting them nice and hard and swollen. She can’t move the way she wants, is just stuck squirming and taking whatever he’ll give her, and it’s so much, all at once. Eventually, though, he pulls back and sets to putting the clamps on her, tightening them until the pressure stings.

“Ah, ah,” she gasps, eyes rolling. Just as he gets the second one tightened perfectly, the first wave of contraction hits her, and she keens, automatically pushing along with it and feeling the way the eggs shift, moving down. “Ah, fuck, fuck!”

She loses her words for a moment, caught up in the pain and intensity as she pushes one of the eggs out. It’s just big enough to make her strain, but the sensation of it sliding out of her womb and into her cunt sends a shock of pleasure through her, and when she pushes again, the sensation of it sliding out – pushed by the one behind it – sends her reeling into something so close to an orgasm that categorizing the differences isn’t worth the effort.

“Holy fuck,” Lambert says, clearly awed, and Eskel chuckles.

“Look at you,” he says. “You’re gonna feel so empty when you’re done, sweetheart, we’ll just have to fill you up all over again.”

“Eskel,” she gasps, already losing the thread of his conversation, of reality. “Fuck, fuck!”

There are hands on her belly, and the next push is a little easier, but the rapid push of eggs still feels so good she’s sobbing, caught somewhere between delirious pleasure and searing pain. The eggs feel so fucking good inside her, even better as she pushes them out, something about the stretch and the texture and the push making her want more and more and more – but at the same time it hurts, trying to push them out of her aching womb, too big now to just go and harder than when they went in.

Distantly, she can hear the bells jingling wildly as her chest heaves. She wails as another egg finally pushing out of her sends her back to that not-quite-orgasmic place.

Somehow, despite her general disconnect from the world around her, she can hear the way Lambert swears.

Not in awe, this time.

“I think Geralt’s back,” he says.

Ciri’s blood runs cold, but an involuntary push shoves another egg out of her cunt, and she screams. It’s cut off when Eskel’s palm slides over her mouth, but she twists and the bells jingle; his other hand lands on her sternum and presses, holding her down into the bed.

“Quiet, Ciri,” he says, barely even a whisper. “Don’t want Geralt to know what you’re up to, do you?”

She tries to whine, to beg and plead, humiliation and pain and pleasure and terror warring in her gut. Eskel just shushes her, hand tightening over her mouth.

“Hush, now,” he breaths, head cocked.

“Need to keep her quiet,” Lambert says. “And still.”

Ciri jolts, a pulse of arousal so strong she quivers running through her. Eskel tuts, but he’s grinning when he turns back to her.

“I think we can do that,” he says. “Don’t you, sweetheart?”

He slowly takes his hand off of her sternum and starts pulling at the laces on his trousers. She barely even lets herself breathe, but she knows she’s got to be wide-eyed and red. She tries to nod, wanting to squirm, to push toward him, but knowing she can’t.

Her eyes roll, lashes fluttering, as the reality of this hits her. She’s helpless, incapacitated by what is essentially labor, so turned on she’s nearly cross-eyed from it, and Geralt is in the castle.

Even the slightest noise could alert him.

Somehow, that makes the pleasure when the next egg finally slides out of her better.

“Good girl,” Eskel whispers, and lifts the hand over her mouth. Before she can even suck in a deep breath, his cock is there to replace it, effectively gagging her silent as he presses just deep enough that she feels the urge to gag but can fight it.

Tears flood her eyes and streak down her face, but Eskel just pets over her hair and hushes her softly. “Keep pushing, sweetheart,” he says. “Careful to be still.”

She wants to whine but can’t, so instead she just works her mouth around his cock, trying to focus on that instead of how much she wants to thrash. He makes a low, nearly silent sound, something like a growl but lower still, and she can’t help the way she shudders.

One of the bells makes the faintest little ting. She freezes, holding her breath, and Eskel’s eyes are burning as he looks at her and slowly, carefully sinks his cock just a little deeper.

She can’t gag. She can’t move.

Another egg slips out of her, and she feels like she has to be vibrating, caught right in the middle between wanting this to be over and never wanting it to end. She can barely breathe past the panic, past Eskel’s fucking cock, past the pleasure soaking her.

There’s still at least a dozen eggs left.

With each that she pushes out, the vibrating gets worse and worse, until she really is shaking, and she can’t help it, can’t do anything about it.

She wants to choke on Eskel’s cock. She wants to thrash and move and wail, wants him to reach down and really make her come properly, but she can’t have any of it, and she’s aching, desperate and wanting and overwhelmed. The tears keep coming, faster and faster as the torture goes on and on.

And then she feel the bed shift, and there are unfamiliar hands on her. In her, as Lambert catches what should be the second-to-last egg and shoves it back inside, forcing her to hold on to the last.

Her cunt clenches so tight around his fingers and the eggs that he hisses.

“Make him come,” he breathes. “Make him come, just like this.”

If she weren’t effectively gagged, she’d keen, but as it is all she can do is shift her head in the barest nod before focusing more on the cock in her mouth. Eskel makes another mostly-silent sound, hips hitching so he presses a little deeper, and she can’t fight the gag this time but his hand clamps tight around her throat, preventing the movement as he pulls back just enough to stop it.

She can’t fucking breathe, can barely see, and she’s so fucking full still, one egg and nearly Lambert’s whole fucking hand still in her cunt, the last egg still lodged just inside her womb.

If anyone even so much as looks at her cunt right now, she’s going to come so hard she blacks out. She sucks harder at Eskel’s cock, ignoring the ache in her jaw and her tongue, and Eskel lets go of her throat, lets her breathe at least a little before he slides a palm under her head to adjust the angle and pushes, his cock sliding straight down her throat with a little wet sound.

Lambert’s hand on her belly stops her from thrashing but only just, and all she can do is try desperately to swallow, vision blacking out with all of the sensations and lack of air. Eskel groans this time, still barely even a sound, but when he pulls back it’s only long enough to let her suck in a shallow little breath.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck.”

Her eyes roll and her body tries to convulse, still held fast by Lambert’s hand on her, and Eskel grunts, grip at the back of her head tightening as his cock throbs. It only takes a few more little thrusts before he’s finally coming, and he lets her get a tiny breath before he shoves down her throat to fill her.

“Good girl,” Lambert whispers. He pulls his fingers out of her and the eggs follow quickly, a quick one-two that would make her jerk if she wasn’t so well caught, and then there’s a mouth on her clit, and she doesn’t even manage a proper gag around Eskel’s cock before pleasure and darkness overcome her all at once.

#dead dove #dead dove: do not eat #celus writes #monsterfucker ciri verse #celus pseudo incest CW #celus oviposition CW #celus pain kink CW #celus breathplay CW #celus belly bulge CW #celus humiliation CW #celus wrecking ciri

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itsfrenchfornothankyou · 4 years ago

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when darkness turns to light - chapter 11

me: you know, I just don’t wanna edit the next bit yet because I haven’t written anything after and idk what to write for it yet

me: finally gets round to editing because its been a proximately 10,000 years.

oh, oh I had like 3000 more words written

anyway, this chapter is brought to you by I’m an absolute mess and cba to make it any better than it is now so we’re just going to have to live with not quite what I want it to be

description: taking place just before AA, this is my obligatory why Virgil ducked out chapter :) Virgil and Janus uuhhhh, talk?

characters: Janus, Virgil

Relationships: Anxciet

Warnings: look, its a ducking out fic, it’s those kinda themes, self worth issues, miscommunication, misunderstanding, self hatred. all that fun stuff

Let me know if anything else needs tagging or if you wanna be added to my taglist!

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The Worst Things That I Could Say To You

Virgil’s legs tremble as he curls up on the bed. He bites his lip, digging his fingernails into his thigh. He’s fine, he’s fine, he’s fine. he pulls the blanket over his head. There’s a knock on his door and his stomach plummets. He wraps himself up, all the way around. He doesn’t need air, not really. He’s just a figment. A part of Thomas. A useless, tiring part. The knocking stops, and Virgil hears the creak of the door.

“Virgiiil!” A cheery tone cuts through the quiet of the room, a sing song tune that reminds Virgil of Roman. The thought stabs at him, his stomach twisting in knots. Roman, who hates him. Roman, who’s right to. He feels a tug at the blankets, and he pokes his head through, met with Janus’ twinkling eyes, a smirk permanently etched onto his face.

“Go away,” he mutters, his voice reverberating around the room.

“Sounds like a fantastic day Virge,” Janus grins. “What, did Thomas forget to thank the delivery man?” he’s undeterred by Virgil adamantly ignoring him. If Virgil didn’t know better he’d say it was encouraging him. Virgil isn’t sure he knows better actually. “C’mon kid, budge up.” He taps Virgil’s head with his hat, and Virgil obliges, giving Janus enough room to sit next to him.

“I hate you,” he mutters as he does.

“So, are you going to make me keep guessing?” Janus quirks his eyebrow at Virgil. “Did we get left on read? Did Remus-”

“Am I bad for Thomas?”

Janus blinks at Virgil for a moment, something incomprehensible passing across his face before it returns to normal.

“Because good and bad are incredibly important and accurate labels that-”

“Janus.” Virgil’s voice is still echoing around the room and he pulls down his hood to look at Janus, his eyeshadow as dark as the room around them. Janus sighs.

“We all have a part to play Virgil. You’re important, even if the others don’t think so.” Virgil stares up at Janus, his heart fluttering for a moment. Lit by the flickering light of the hall, Deceit’s scales glint for a moment. “Thomas needs you.” As Deceit’s yellow eye flashes, Virgil’s stomach drops again. of course.

He pulls his blanket back up around him.

“Right.” Is all he can bring himself to say.

He feels Deceit shift on the bed next to him, as though to get closer, or maybe say something more, but he shakes his head, extending what little control he has of the mindscape to push him out of the room.

Virgil doesn’t come out of his room again.

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hope you had fun in this short, short, short chapter! uhh i hope i got across what i was going for but im really not sure how to get this idea i had onto paper so id love to hear back from yall on your thoughts about this? also feel free to ask me about virgil and janus, because i have a lot of thoughts about their relationship in this fic and idk how much of that i’ll get to explore

also im taking fic requests again to try and fill the void in my soul! so hit up my ask box to make me feel like i have something going on

taglist: @booklover223 @cemmy @selenechris @sweet-hibiscus-tea-art @softie-sushi @idont-freaking-know

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gedwimora-arc · 5 years ago

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Rules: Answer the questions and add 10 blogs you wanna know better!

Nickname. train Star sign. pisces Height. 5′1 Favourite music artist. uuhhhh idk? laura marling? been vibing on kate bush lately... the hu?? i don’t really have a fave i just go with vibes and usually i’m in the folk section Last TV show you watched. the last kingdom / vikings fljglsf i’m bouncing What kind of stuff do you post. nothing good. nah but really i know i have probably more ooc (including aes, fc pics etc type content) than ic atm but in my defense i was busy with blog admin and those are easy to do comparatively Do you have any other blogs? i do but none are immediately active atm so i don’t see the point in linking them Why did you choose your url? i did a social media meme for regulus on his solo and pm all of his handles were in old english and once included gedwimor which means “ an illusion / delusion / apparition / phantom” and the a makes it plural so basically “apparitions” in old english Hogwarts house. slytherin lol Pokemon team. fire and ghost Favourite colour. blue How many blankets do you sleep with. 1 duvet if i can get away with it but it’s getting warm so i’m in hell now

Tagged. @fatestaken Tagging. @asteeledheart @rcsegilded @tymptir @audaciiae @compcndium @oftalestold @daenfireys @melnchly

#pay no attention to the man behind the curtain / ooc.

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leaffgreen · 6 years ago

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ahehehehehe....i KNOW you know nothing abt taz. but. taakitz....haha just kidding 😝....unless?

I MEAN ur right i know nothing abt taz but ik taakitz is canon and thats all im gonna base this off so its gonna be..Something

How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

What non sexual activities do they like to do together?fucking wii sports they play WII SPORTS and taako knows all the fucking cheats like when you play wii bowling with 100 pins and you roll the ball on the barrier and it gives you a perfect 100 strike and kravitz fucking sighs

Who does chores around the house?i feel like kravitz because taako would find some way to like.. Not. idk i get those basard energies from the taco gamer

Who’s the better cook?I KNOW THIS ONE ACTUALLY ITS TAAKO

Who’s the funniest drunk?also taako

Do they have kids?uuhhhh i feel like they have a pet. like a cat. a little bastard cat that pushes things off the shelf and sheds all its fur specifically on kravitz

Do they have any traditions?does taako stealing kravitz’s shirts count as a tradition because absolutely

What do they fight about?Elf Things????????

What would they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)taako fucking reblogs all of it and kravitz .. adds it to his queue. because he knows how to be subtle

Who cried at the end of Marley and me?kravitz hands down

Who always wins at Mario kart?taako back at it again with the fukcing CHEATS LITERALLY EVERY TIME LIKE ON MUSHROOM GORGE THAT ONE WHERE YOU CAN JUST FUCKING SKIP THE ENTIRE LAP IF YOU BOUNCE ON A SPECIFIC MUSHROOM

One thing I like about this ship?its canon i think??? and its really cute???? I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT BUT I STAN

One thing I don’t like about the ship?basically taako is in love with sans

The song I would say fits them?i feel like riptide by vance joy fits them..im not sure why. i might be way off

#taz #taakitz #SORRY IDK ANYTHING ABOUT TAZ I HOPE THIS WAS SEMI OKAY DJFGKHDUG #Anonymous

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ravens-rambling · 6 years ago

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The Demon and Angel

A/N: Uuuhhhhhh this just sort of came randomly to me? I don’t know where it came from but I might continue this! It was quite fun to do~ And yes this going to be a romantic Moxiety if y’all don’t like it then uhhhhhh I guess you don’t have to read it then. IDK we need some more Moxiety in the world I think. Sorry its short uugghhh

summary: It happened during one rainy day the two met. One half-demon who was hiding from the world, who just wanted to survive, and one kind human who lend him a hand. Despite their differences, they want to learn from each other and maybe fall in love in the process.

WC: 1,050 uuggghhh so shoorrtttttt

ships: Romantic Moxiety

warnings: Anxiety, Nervousness, Self-Deprecating thoughts, Mentions of torture, Sensory overload, mentions of suicide, uuhhhh I think that’s it??? idk

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover @stormcrawler75 @mutechild @mycatshuman @panicattheeverywhere15 @thewinterbookqueen @analogical-mess

The rain battered against the city streets, it’s cold air seeping through the darkness like a cloak. The man, a teenager really, sat huddled as close as he can into his old wrinkly, full of holes, blanket. It was really his only source of warmth. A tarp was covering him but really it did little to protect him from the rain. All he could do was cuddle into himself and try to get what little warmth he could.

His tail and his one wing wrapped around his thin frame as he shook with the cold. Oh yeah, he forgot to mention that he was a half demon.

A being that wasn't supposed to be in existence. A being that is, he is told, suppose to be considered evil. Suppose to rain havoc and chaos into the world. Some say he is the precursor to the apocalypse. Some say the world will end if he lives another day.

He wasn’t any of those things, at least he doesn’t think so?

From the moment he was born he’s been like this. Having fangs, a pointed tail, one spiked purple wing, his dark purple horns coming from his head, it’s not like he can do anything to change it. It’s not like he wanted this life. But here he was trying to survive since the moment he could breathe.

And trust him when he says he has wanted to stop breathing multiple times. There has been countless amount of times, more times then he could count, when he has passed out and he seriously doubted that he would ever wake up again.

And every time he did he was disappointed with himself.

But now he was here, well not like here was any better but still, at least he was alone. At least he wasn’t poked and prodded all day every day. At least he could feel the wind against his skin without having somebody hovering over him.

At least he can breathe freely now.

How he escaped from that place he still couldn’t figure out. Maybe he didn’t want to know. All he knew was that he opened his eyes and he was outside, past the gates, past the people who tortured him, past the-

A sudden noise made him jump out of his thoughts. Followed by louder noises, noises that were getting closer to him.

It sounded like paw steps were running towards him and loud yelling too. That sounded like a human. Shit.

He tried to bury himself further in the blanket, maybe the human won’t see him. He titled his head for his pointed ears to get a better grasp of what’s going on. He knew if he moved out of this spot the human would surely see him and it wasn't like his one wing was operational.

“Zoe! Baby girl what are you doing? Zoe!!”

He heard loud barks which blasted through his eardrums and sent him winching, he had to bite his lip from making any sort of noise. Curse his sensitive ears why do they have to be sensitive? Properly to bring more wonderful pain to him, how lovely. The barking was getting closer until he could see bright yellow fur on the edge of his vision. This isn’t good. The human will see him. He’s gonna hurt him if he sees him. He’s gonna-

“Zoe. Get back here! What has gotten into you- Oof.”

The man walked right into the dog and it almost sent him falling right over onto the ground but he managed to study himself. He looked down to the dog who was looking straight at the demon man.

He wasn’t able to tell what the dog was thinking but suddenly he started barking again, louder than before.

All he could do was clunch his ears tightly as the loud sound sounded like it was right in his ears, it blasted through his entire body. Without meaning to he cried out his entire body shaking at the pressure.

“Hello? Is somebody there? Zoe, what’s wrong?”

Could the person not see him? Well, that’s good at least. But before he could even get a moments relief the dog was suddenly right at his face. And it was still barking.

“MAKE IT STOP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!”

He didn’t know what he was doing, all that he knew was that if this creature doesn’t shut up soon his head might explode.

“Zoe Zoe stop! It’s okay stop!”

As if on cue the dog suddenly stopped, the sound came to a sudden halt. His body was still shaking and his head still throbbing but at least it stopped.

But he froze when he felt eyes on him.

“Hello there? Who are you? Are you okay now?”

His head whipped up to see the man's eyes looking right at him. He was smiling brightly despite the fact that he was drenched. His hair was a curly brown a piece of hair even was curled up at the top. He wore on a bright blue sweater with white pom poms coming down the collar and white cats face on the center. His jeans were a tan color though all the demon didn’t want to look at it for very long in fear the man would do something.

Though when he looked at his eyes there was something…wrong with them? They didn’t seem like normal eyes. But still, the human looked at him in deep concern. Why would a human be concerned with him?

“I… I… Y-Yes…” He managed to wheeze out and at that moment he realized he could barely breathe.

The man smiled a bit more, “I’m glad to hear that kiddo. I’m Patton! What’s your name?”

Despite his fear that shook him to his very core. Despite the fact that he was terrified of getting hurt again. Despite his own mind screaming at him to run and never look back… There was something pleasing about those eyes. He didn't see a trace of fear in them, didn't see a trace of wanting to hurt him, only deep concern and worry for him. Even his voice was full of concern though for some reason it was bubbly? There was something so peaceful in those eyes that he felt himself saying back.

“V-Virgil….”

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roseboyjjk · 6 years ago

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jungkook tag game thingy!

I was tagged by @softiejungkook , thank you my dude!! <3 I’ll take any opportunity to rant about kookie that I can get ajsgdkasahdfgkjs

1. How did you know he was your bias? I have to admit I was totally all for Yoongi when I first got into BTS. then I think through watching Yoongles and Kook interact I found myself totally just falling for Jungkook because he was so freaking dorky and cute.

2. Your favourite thing about him? HhhHHH don’t make me choose! I think what I like the most about him is how much I can kinda see myself in him and connect in that sense to him??? I love seeing the growth he’s gone through as a person and his undying love and admiration for his hyungs and for army. Also he’s got a cute lil butt and pretty eyes so ahgsdfgkadh

3. Favourite JK moment? Ahhhh too hard to narrow it down! I think my favourite moment(s) are when he talks about how much the other members mean to him, such as his little puzzle piece spiel in burn the stage and the one time during an interview where he said that his biggest hardship is when the other members are having a tough time.

4. Favourite era? uuhhhh I loved the Spring Day era where he was wearing cardigans and turtle necks because he looked so soft, but Blood Sweat and Tears Jungkook is just top tier ooh man

5. Euphoria or Begin? bOtH but Euphoria is so pretty and is my feel good song when I’m upset

6. After Cherry Kook, what hair colour do you want to see him in next? I dunno I’m bad at picking hair colours honestly I’d be so happy with whatever he chooses to do

7. If you were the only one who had access to JK’s mixtape, what song do you think would be on it? Probably quiet and slow songs, kinda like songs by Moon Moon. Ones that hold a lot of personal feelings and emotions in them. Although I would hope that there’d be at least one song that he just goes off in and shows the full spectrum of his incredible voice

8. What is your ideal platonic/romantic date with JK? oh lordy uuuhhh probably just a night in, movies or maybe just a drawing date that’s filled with soft music in the background and a lotta cuddles. Stargazing would be another one, but like all the stars are in his eyes so it’s gonna be hard to find them in the sky.

9. If you could teach him a new skill, what would it be? Listen this kid would be the one who would have to teach me skills asghkfdlajfs

10. If you had JK try a food from your culture, what would it be? Pff I’m not a huge fan of “classic Canadian foods” myself, but maybe those little maple cone things? or I’d take him on a Tim Horton’s date lol

11. What’s a skill you want JK to teach you? photography probably, or any editing skill

12. Last Question: to boop or not boop the nose? boopboopboopboopboop

Thank you again for letting me rant about my boy sahjkfjdha I tag anyone who wants to give it a whirl themselves!

#this is so cute and i just hhh love jk so much

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ladysqueakinpip · 8 years ago

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All of them for you too and for the ones that need a specific OC do Taffel he's my favourite fantroll of course either don't do 15 or change it up a bit

i can’t believe out of all of my trolls taffel is your favorite

1.) Which OC is the most likely to break the 4th wall?

i know a lot of people don’t know about efren but realistically, it would be him

2.) One OC will protect you, and the others will try to kill you. Which OC would you pick to be your defender?

alekah, because once she sets her mind on something she won’t let you down :O also bc she just so happens to be at the top of the hemospectrum so shes stronger than anyone else and less likely to bleed out but those are just perks

3.) Would you rather live in your OCs’ universe or this one?

okay um if we include EG in this I’M PICKING THAT ONE i wanna be a selkie :V i definitely would rather live in this world than the trolls’ world tho because of all the violence and murder and slavery etc.

4.) Your OC finds out that you are their creator. How do they react?

TBH I FEEL LIKE TAFFEL WOULD BE REALLY DISAPPOINTED SMH he’d look at me and be like “so you’re our creator? …… i expected you to be taller. hotter. y’know, like…. grand-er.”

5.) What is your noncanon nickname for your OC?

uuuhh for taffel? i guess edward mchorns just kinda stuck.

6.) What is/would be the fandom nickname for your story?

i have NO IDEA what people would call thrillertrapped/wondertrolls…. maybe thrillertrapped is like “zombiecamp”. before i came up with an official title for EG it was casually called “feathers” between me and megan and we STILL use that and megan even uses it as a tag for my story stuff so i guess efren’s gift is feathers?

7.) What is/would be the nickname for a fan of your OC?

...... is it okay for me to call taffel fans juggalos

8.) Which OC is most likely to be called “son”/ “daughter” / “child” by fans?

probably paseri just because she’s the one source of goodness & purity in my oc world

9.) Which OC is most likely to be called “husband” / “wife” / “spouse” by fans?

tbh i hope nobody because like all of my ocs are wee babs?? like 15 years old?? i feel like adena from EG could fall into the “waifu” territory but i have bad news for you people -

10.) If you could tell your OC one thing, what would it be?

“it’s important to consider what you want when you make a decision i know but for once in your life would you please think about other people before you choose to do something good grief.” -me, to taffel

11.) What kind of advice would your OC give you?

“listen i know you just said how important it is to think through decisions before you make them and okay i agree i need to be better about it but you really have gotta stop overthinking all these things your life may be different depending on what you pick but it’s not gonna be ruined.” -taffel, to me

12.) Which OC is/would be “woobified” by the fandom?

i read that whole page and….. fidias tbh.... also maybe amytis but i feel like boys have a tendency to be woodified more than girls do

13.) What song would you sing to audition for the role of your OC?

me: hi, i’m auditioning for the role of taffel and i’ll be singing “lift my jug” by william elliott whitmore

*disclaimer: i have never actually heard this song. i have only done 3 seconds of research to pick the most jug-themed title i could find

14.) Your OC finds themselves in your universe and you are their only contact. How well do they handle the adjustment and how would you try to help/hinder/contain them?

not well he keeps getting his horns caught on doorways and he tries to ride on the top of cars for fun and he keeps playing really inappropriate pop songs on full volume while we ride around town to embarrass me. i try but can’t keep him contained. he won’t stop eating the chocolate muffins in our refrigerator.

15.) f/m/k: kiss/marry/push off a cliff: OC edition

kiss: i’m gonna give darrvi a big kiss on the cheek C:

marry: abbe... i guess...

push off a cliff: lmao bye heykel!!! bye!! :)

16.) Who would you cast to play the part of your OC in a TV show or movie?

I LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA uuhhhh wowie i don’t know much about actors?? maybe zac efron XD he’s sorta got the taffel-hair thing going on. i can’t believe taffel starred in high-school musical -

17.) If you could choose to meet one of your OCs in person, who would you pick?

TBH i guess darrvi just because i feel like if i passed up that chance i would regret it forever :’O

18.) Which OC would you absolutely NOT want to be a real person?

PROBABLY TAFFEL FOR THE REASONS STATED IN 14. heykel was probably the expected answer here but honestly he’d be waaaay easier to control and you really just have to know how to dance around him and say the right things so he won’t flip out on you??

19.) What is your dream medium for your story (book series, video game, comic, movie, cartoon/anime, etc)?

WELL i will probably never do this but i feel like any of my fantroll works would have to be in a mimic-style comic to homestuck it just wouldn’t feel right to do anything else.

i’m planning on making EG a novel which would be my DREAM but i’ve thought about making it into a webcomic a couple times. it would be awesome to have a classic 2D-disney style animated movie based on the novel tho!!

20.) Which OC is the most likely to become a “mascot” for your story?

wondertrolls: i feel like their first guardian or one of my exiles would be a fitting pick. maybe akhett. idk who feels “mascot-y”

thrillertrapped: idk man ask megan it’s her thing but i hope darrvi is it

EG: if efren’s not the mascot i don’t know what i’m gonna do with myself

#embers-the-elf #oc stuff #lets T-A-L-K-A-B-O-U-T about ocs #IM SO BEHIND ON OC ASKS IM SO SORRY

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“Prove it”

A/N: I’ve actually had this written up a while ago but kept forgetting to edit it out but I finally got some spare time today and decided to get this done! You have no idea how much fun this au is to write its ridiculous. BUT in any case here’s our adorable pappy and lo-lo meeting our slightly ambitious but adorable all the same princey!!

I’m thinking of writing how they met Virgil and then Thomas after that? And I already know how Deceit’s gonna play into all of this and I really want to write their backstories cause yes I thought that far ahead this Au isn’t destroying my life nah what are you talking about!!!!!!

Here you go anon!! I hope you like it! And I’m having a good night thank you! Love you too sweetie!! Hope you're having a good day/night as well!!

Prompt 33- “Prove it” from dialogue prompts which is still open!!!

Based off of this post from @yourhappypappypatton

summary: All Logan wants to be is loved, for all his life he’s experienced hatred and fear for what he is. Luckily fate has changed for him as he met a certain vampire a few years back. But during one winters night, he met a unexpected and rather loud creature that sent certain feelings through him. Does this boy harbor same feelings towards him or does he run away like all previous humans before him? Only time will tell...

WC: 4,352

ships: Romantic Logince, Platonic Logicality

warnings: Blood, Body horror, mentions of bone, feelings of fear, pinned down, uuhhhh i think thats it??

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover (Since you two wanted to be tagged in this au!) @fandydandyfanders @221b-quote

It was a late winters night when the two monster family members became three.

The wind was howling against the tall leafless trees beating against the walls surrounding him. The snow was piling as he tried to walk through it with some luck. His cape battered and thrashed against the wind and snow but still, he continued on. He might have had a major breakthrough in his current experiment and he wasn't going to let any snow stop him, it wasn't like it could affect him or anything anyways.

Though at the thought of a certain vampire being upset with him made him gulp.

When Patton gets angry it's not pretty that's for sure. And he always hated it when Logan leaves in the middle of the night without telling him.

But he couldn't wait for him to come home! He had to get to his library now! Course he could..whats the word.. 'call' him on his...'phone'? Was he right on that? He wasn't sure. The curses thing won't start up for him. He wasn't sure what buttons to hit or even what to do. Patton had shown him how to turn it on and how to work it but it was awkward and honestly, he had more important things to concentrate and remember then how to work the blasted thing. He's busy with more pressing matters then that at the moment. So instead he left it at home and would face with the consequences later on.

Maybe he could even get back home, (when did he start calling it that?) more like Patton's place, in time before Patton gets back? And nobody would be the wiser.

A prick of irritation was in his mind as he recalled how overprotective Patton can be. It was strange to him having somebody around after over 200 years of solitude.

But at the same time..nice?

Sure Patton can be overbearing and overwhelming at times in his niceness and cheeriness but..he was the only person who didn't run away at seeing him those few years ago. Every single human he came across, even the supernatural ones, always ran away from him with terror in their eyes shouting at him on how much he's a freak and should be burned. Course he learned, later on, thanks to Patton, that he appeared more scary and frightening cause of his rotting flesh. With help from Patton he learned that he could replace those limbs and according to the vampire he looked less scary, more like a human, which made Logan smile at the time. But back then he didn't know that, he didn't even think about that, and the words of those horrified strangers hurt him so much so that he locked himself away to his books and experiments for centuries.

But Patton? He didn't even flinch at his sight. He only smiled when he first saw him. Even gave him a hug! The first physical contact he's ever had if he had to be honest. It was..nice.

It was nice having him he soon came to realize.

It was nice having somebody to talk to.

Now he came to realize why some of his books on the mental state of mind said to interact with people cause now he seemed happier, or at least Patton says that he acts happier even if he himself can't really tell the difference since he's never really been happy.

But putting all that aside he took a deep breath as he arrived at his library feeling the certain familiarness draft over him causing his small smile to grow wider. Being in his library sent a certain peace to him that no other place has. Though at the same time a dread.

In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think if maybe Patton was some dream that his brain played on him. Maybe when he gets back to his place he won't know who he was. He would scream and throw things at him, just like those people. And he would be forced to go back to his lonely life once again. That this place would be his prison once again.

No.. He can't give in to his negative thoughts. He's just being illogical now and there is no time for that, the back of his mind told him. No Patton would be there as always to greet him with a hug or at the very least a smile. He won't be alone again.

As he walked through the large door though he stopped in his tracks there was something in the shadows, he could feel it. And as he lowered his breath to the bare minimum he could hear something breathing. It was a heavy almost gasping for breath. At first, he thought it was a bear, he's come across those from time to time around or even in his place, it won't be the first time.

But as he listened closely he could hear that it sounded almost..human like but at the same time wolf-like? He stalked forward keeping close to the walls and making as little to no noise as possible to not spook the creature.

As he got closer to the breathing he could make out a solid form in the darkness. It wasn't a wolf that's for sure.

It stood on two legs and it looked almost human-like. But there was something about the way that it was breathing that really did make it seem wolf-like. Whatever the case he had to get it out of his library his books and experiments is at risk if he lets it run rabit.

If it was a human maybe he could scare it off like all the other humans he met. With that in mind, he got closer to it before stopping.

He smelled...was that blood? He hasn't smelled a lot of blood over the years so he must have forgotten what it smelled like but he was certain of that irony tang that it was blood. Maybe the human was hurt? Whatever that didn't concern him.

"Whoever you are leave before I make you." His voice was rugged, even after befriending Patton after years upon years of not using his voice he knew his voice would always sound like that.

The creature harshly turned around his beady eyes glowing through the darkness. Logan gulped, this wasn't any normal human that was for sure. Those eyes were..animalistic.

A sudden feeling spiked through him, a feeling he didn't understand before suddenly he felt his back hit the solid ground harshly. His breath got knocked out of his new lungs as he tried to pull the creature away from him. Now that it was closer he could see its large fangs, could see the fur covering its body, and could see that its face was wolf-like even to the pointy ears. And finally, it's large claws was holding him down and digging into his flesh.

Thankfully he couldn't feel it for if he did he knew he would be crying out in pain by now.

Normally he won't have any emotions, or it would be a prick of emotion here and there, but right here and now he felt..fear. That's what it was. True fear for the first time of his life. Not just normal fear either, fear that he was going to die.

He wasn't scared of death. How could he? Being an immortal being that was created by body parts with really only one weakness, his heart, he didn't think much about death.

But underneath this creature, he truly thought he was going to die. He was terrified that the last thing he was going to see was the fangs of this creature as it rips his chest open and digs into his beating heart.

No, he had something to live for. He had Patton and though it had recently occurred to him, he truly did care for him even if he doesn't show it. He thought of him as a great friend, one that he would put his life in the line for.

With a burst of strength, he didn't know he processed he pushed the large creature off of him and before the furry creature could stand up he started to run to his experiments. He knew he had something that could work against it right? He had to.

But just as he was about to run down the hallway he heard a creak of a door opening and a voice, a very familiar voice.

"Lo! I told you to tell me when you come to your library! You gave me a heart attack when I came home and you weren't there! And you must have come out here in the snow my gosh what-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as the creature lunged at Patton.

As Logan turned around he saw claws and fangs digging into Patton's precious flesh. He heard Patton's screams as he tried to wiggle away, as he tried to fight back. Something in him snapped as he saw Patton's precious blood go flying through the air.

But before he could even move his body the vampire let out a loud, rumbling, scream that seemed to shake the very ground beneath him that caused Logan to freeze in place and he could have sworn the creature as well.

Before either one of them could react Patton gripped the creature so tightly that his knuckles were white and with one throw he threw the creature against the far wall right next to Logan. He expected the creature to stand back up but as he glanced over his eyes wide with horror and fear he saw that the creature didn't stand up again. Rather he hit the wall so hard that there was a large crack going towards the ceiling.

And Logan had only a moment's warning before the ceiling collapsed on the creature, luckily getting out of the way just in time. There was no way the creature could have survived that..right?

His wide eyes whipped towards Patton who was now breathing heavily and getting to his feet. There was blood dripping from his arms and torso but that didn't cause Logan alarm. What did was the fact that Patton's eyes were glowing red. Something he's never seen before and he could have sworn that even in pure darkness he could see that red piercing through. And what made Logan even more scared was the pure murderous glare that was nestled in those red eyes.

He was honestly scared now of Patton.

Gulping he mumbled quietly, "P-Pat?" He winced as his fearful voice echoed through the large room.

Patton turned towards him still breathing heavily though at seeing Logan's terrified gaze his own eyes went wide.

Realization dawned on the vampire as he slowly calmed down taking deep breaths. Those red eyes went back to his normal blue ones with the more breaths he took. That murderous gaze quickly went away replaced by his normal cheeriness. Soon he looked like his normal happy Patton giving him a wide smile as he hopped towards him as if nothing happened.

"Well, now that was certainly something Huh! I am bone tired now I don't know about you!"

Logan was...dumbfounded. Patton had that much strength hiding in the happy facade he always had up. Were vampires normally this powerful? He never got to know.

He still was scared of Patton if he had to be honest and took a step away from him as he came to his side which earned a heartbreaking look from the other.

"Lo? You're okay?"

"I...um..y-yeah... I just um..let me go check on my experiments...Make sure it doesn't wake up alright?"

Patton gave a slow nod as he tried to not run away. He had to scramble away some of the rocks in his path but luckily it didn't take long before he was in his room. Luckily nothing happened in this room, he didn't care about the entrance anyways. As soon as he saw that he drew a shaky breath and collapsed to his chair.

That was...terrifying. That was the most emotions he has felt in..ever actually.

And in those emotions was now fear of his only friend. He didn't know Patton could do that. But why was he scared? It was Patton for Pete sake! Patton who was always cheerful and was never scared of him so why should he be scared of him. There was no reason to be. Sure he posses some..scary qualities but he does as well. They were supernatural beings there is going to be scary parts to them but that doesn't rule them out as automatically terrifying and scary as he should know out of anyone.

Those thoughts rattled around in his brain as he tried to take shaky breaths to calm down.

Finally, he stood up bottling up all those pesky emotions one by one and started heading back. The creature should be dealt with properly before it wakes up. This is no time for emotions he could go through them later if he has to.

But as he entered the large room once again he did a double take. The large rocks were now pulled away from the creature exposing that the creature was..now a human? He didn't have any fur or well clothes for that matter now.

He turned towards Patton who had a mix of uncharastically disgust and relief.

Logan hesitantly unclipped his cloak and slowly went over to drape it over the unconscious boy's body noticing the now bloodied leg the wound looked weird he had to say. It looked almost like a pitchfork went through it but it was just a singular wound. He wondered what happened to this stranger. But he didn't want to touch it in fear of him waking up. Instead, he went over to Patton's side who was sitting down on the floor still glaring at the boy.

"Do you know this creature?" He noticed even his voice is a bit too stiff.

Patton glanced over to him his expression softening for a moment before breathing out a heavy sigh, "Yeah... He's a werewolf."

"A werewolf? I've read of those before but I thought it was folklore something to scare innocence."

Patton smile a bit, "Well most would say that about vampires and Frankestines monster right?"

"I..suppose so."

Silence engulfed the two Logan wasn't sure what to say now to bring back the normal Patton as he was uncharastically silent and still glaring at the boy. Questions were zooming through his mind but he wasn't sure if he should ask them in fear of upsetting Patton even further. He maybe should ask him them later once he fully calms down. But he knew he had to do something, this was becoming unbearable, to break the said silence he leaned forward and pointed at his wounds.

"Your bleeding. Are you going to be okay?"

Patton breathed out a small part of his normal smile returning, "Oh yeah I will be I'll just need more blood soon..unfortunately..." He glanced over to Logan finally before gasping and drawing closer, "Lo! Your bleeding too! And you just got a new torso... Will you be alright?" It was like he just noticed it...

"Oh yes, I don't need blood to function remember? I will need to get a new torso soon though losing this much blood won't be good for it. And new arms... It'll start to stink soon."

Patton giggled slightly, "We don't want that now. I'm glad your alright though Lo. I was scared that it hurt you."

The edge of Logan's mouth twitched upwards, "I'm glad your alright too. I've come to realize, as it was holding you down, that um... I do like your company, Patton. It is rather nice and I would be...sad if you were to disappear. Or sorry..die?"

"Aaawwww!" Patton had stars in his eyes as he looked up at him drawing his hands close to his chin. "Lo! That's the nicest thing you've said to me! Your my hero you know that?"

Before Logan could even open his mouth Patton surged forward and gave him a hug sucking the breath from him. Always, every single time Patton gives him a hug, he always freezes unsure how to handle it or how hugs worked.

As he was still processing it a cough came from the shattered wall. Instantly a low growl came from Patton as he drew forward he seemed ready to attack the creature again. But as the boy lifted his head another cough came from him as he turned around so he wasn't on his stomach. He brought a hand to his must be sore head as he blinked around him.

A beat of silence before another cough as he looked down on himself to see the cloak draped over him and sighed. When he looked up to Patton and Logan he looked...frightened, almost like a little kid lost from his parents. It sent a certain sadness through him to see that expression on the young boy's face. And when he saw the blood that was coming from both of them his eyes instantly went wide with terror.

"Oh, gods I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean... Shit... I thought nobody would be out here... Are..are you two okay?" He honestly sounded terrified, not because of them two but because..of himself. He recognized that look, that feeling of being scared of himself, of being unsure what he is capable of. And it sounded out of character from him, even Logan could tell.

But as those eyes looked to him he could have sworn his heart missed a beat. Even though his hair was everywhere and with bits of rocks and rubble in them and dirt and even some bits of blood stuck to his bare body. Every bit of him shouldn't have been appealing but to Logan...he wasn't sure how to put it. He even felt a slight heat rush to his cheeks and ears. But he shook his head, he wasn't sure what these emotions or whatever they are, this was no time for that.

Instead, he stood up and placed a gentle hand on Patton who looked conflicted at the moment. "What's your name?"

"R-Roman..."

"Roman... What a strange name. Well, in any case, this is Patton, who's a vampire. And I'm Logan, I guess you could say I'm similarly to Frankestines monster. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Though well I hoped we would have met under different circumstances but here we are. And yes we are fine you didn't damage us so we can't function if that's what you mean. And I suppose most people think my home is abandoned or at least haunted so I've heard so that wasn't your fault. Are you okay? I saw you were bleeding from a strange wound there."

That seemed to shake Patton out of his trace he was in as he smiled brightly going forward to help Roman up and to tie the cloak around him and to help his bleeding leg setting him up on some rocks and dressing it quickly. Though Logan noticed there was something off about his smile, and even his movements were jerky. And he didn't think it was the fact that he lost a lot of blood.

As Roman stood up leaning on one of the boulders he looked to both of them again before tilting his head, almost like a dog. "Wait... Repeat that?"

Logan couldn't stop himself from taking a sigh of irritation. Thankfully Patton repeated what he said which seemed to click in Roman's head.

Though he didn't expect Roman to suddenly laugh so loudly it echoed through his library. He pointed to Logan, "Wait you mean to tell me your Frankestines monster! You must be joking! A vampire I get, I've heard of you guys before and to be wary of you. But Frankestines monster? Are you sure your not this vampires plaything and he just twisted your mind to think your that weird monster?"

Logan simply blinked for a few seconds at this weird reaction. He seemed completely out of his mind. Do vampires normally do that?

When he looked to Patton he seemed to be holding in anger just barely but he shook his head, "No, kiddo most vampires don't have...play things I can assure you. No, he really is Frankestines monster, well very similarly at least."

Roman laughed again shaking his head, "I highly doubt that!"

This flamboyant boy was getting on his nerves, for the second time today he couldn't control his emotions. This boy hurt both of them and he thinks he will just stand around and take this? Sure he was almost happy that he didn't run away but he obviously couldn't tell what he was, his limbs was new after all and he was okay at stitching them together so he properly did look like a normal human. Though his job was poorly as he just recently discovered he could do that but that's beside the point, and in any case, Patton told him he looked human enough so that was enough for him.

But still, now he was upsetting Patton again and he won't let that stand. So he took a deep breath and crossed his arms, "I am Frankestines monster or well kinda! You're a werewolf it's not that hard to believe!"

Roman smirked and raised up an eyebrow, "Alright smart guy. Prove it."

That made Logan chuckle as he gripped one of his arms. He was going to regret this later when he has to redo the precious stitching that caused him hours to do but to prove to this boy that he was right? He'll do that any day. He already had to replace them anyways soon or later might as well put them to good use.

Patton moved towards him with slight concern, "No Lo don't it's fine if he doesn't believe you. Don't worry about it."

But Logan didn't respond. Gripping his arm tighter he pulled roughly and he heard a snap of his stitches and a moment later he was holding his arm with his other hand. There was lots of dried blood dripping from that arm as well as a bone sticking out but he didn't feel a thing.

The color drained from Roman's face as he looked on in horror. For once Logan smirked at the sight drawing closer to the frozen boy, "Don't be so snarky next time. And this-"

He smacked Roman across the face harshly with his detached arm, "Was for hurting Patton."

Romans eyes were still on him, on his arm, as he was knocked backward stumbling over his injured leg.

Patton rushed forward to catch him, "Lo! You didn't have to do that! I don't think he knew what he was doing when he was like that!"

Logan blinked at him then shrugged, "Well then that's for being snarky. You're happy now? Now if you excuse me I have to reattach my arm and get this stitched up and look for new body parts. I don't know what you want to do with him Pat but it doesn't concern me much."

As he turned towards the hallway once again he heard the boy finally speak up and it was a whisper as if he was afraid to speak loudly, or that he couldn't.

"W-What...is that...? It's...a freak.."

That word... Freak...he was fine with being called an 'it'. That didn't concern him. But freak... That sent a wave of hurt crashing through his heart and body. His grip on his arm tightened so hard he knew his nails were digging into it by this point as he drew in a shaky breath. He could feel eyes on him, he wasn't sure who it belonged to but he didn't care. He had to get away now before his emotions ran wild even more then it has already or he would start crying.

Sure that word hurt him but it never sent him like this before. Maybe it was that it came from that boy that sent his heart beating faster? He wasn't sure but now he felt...heartbroken he think is the term.

"No, he isn't. He's just like you and me. Now here let's go to my place to fix you up how does that sound?"

A hint of fear went through him as he thought about the boy changing back to that creature and attack Patton but if he was correct they only changed at the full moon correct? Logan could see the faint traces of the sun through his windows and the damaged ceiling so at least he won't have to worry about that.

Even so, Logan wasn't sure that was such a great idea since he seemed to not like this werewolf but he knew it was his best option. After all, it wasn't safe for humans around his place and he couldn't go free now knowing about him and Patton now.

He thought of all things that maybe a werewolf would understand him... He thought wrong he supposes.

As he turned the hallway he sneaked one last glance over his shoulder to see with a heartbreaking glance towards Roman and Patton. His vision grew blurry as he thought none of them saw him.

But he was wrong in thinking that as Patton stole a glance over his shoulder as he closed the huge door seeing that tearful gaze and sighed deeply.

He hoped he could comfort his friend but he had to keep this werewolf busy for as long as he can.

And with that, he shut the door behind him with a loud bang. As he turned around he plastered on a smile to his face as he tried to keep up with Roman's questions as best he could trying to ignore his heavy heart and the sense of dread and fear that crept up his spine at remembering what those all familiar claws has done to him in the past.

#logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan #roman #patton #romantic logince #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fic #thomas sanders #my fics #and yes there is a reason why patton is very...wary of roman #ive even thought that far into this au #*hint hint at that last sentence*#I LOVE THIS AU ALRIGHT???????????#sanders sides au #monster au

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