#Werewolf Patton

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Saw these poses and brain went "draw for Wolfsbane au" and thus... here we are.

A bookworm who fell asleep while reading.

Roman finally got to tag along to a market as his tiny self. Virgil and Remus getting surprised by some rain.

Original poses by Mellon_soup on Instagram

Pose 1 I Pose 2 I Pose 3

[swhhdr-wthhr]

did anyone ask for werewolf logan? anyone?

slight color variants and reference photos under cut

^ i made so many variations that are so similar

^ i cannot tell if these are wolves or huskies. it doesn't matter they're close enough

[loserlovercafe]

Crying at how long this is taking me- so sneak peak for motivation lol 💪

[delimeful]

how easy you are to need (redux) (6)

warnings: PTSD, misunderstandings, panic attack/anxiety spiral, MASSIVE miscommunication moment this chapter, brief mentions of past death, lmk if im missing any!

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Despite having every intention of plotting escape, Virgil found himself spending the bulk of the next few days sound asleep.

He’d suspected foul play, something slipped into the meals that they kept freely giving him, but there was nothing unnatural or forced about his rest.

His body and mind had been pushed to their limits, and he was simply exhausted.

The humans did their best not to disturb him, but he was restless, his mind always registering the wrongness of his surroundings and trying to drag him back into consciousness. He woke the moment one of them stepped into the room, no matter how brief or silent the intrusion.

He didn’t open his eyes or twitch when this happened, morbidly curious to see how they would behave if they thought he wasn’t aware and watching their every move. He laid there with his heart racing, listening keenly to catch the muffled steps and soft breathing, waiting for the inevitable moment that one of them approached.

They never did.

When he wasn’t sleeping, the humans held meals with him. Unperturbed by his stubborn silence, they would chatter on just as much as they had back when he’d taken refuge under their floorboards, the thread of conversation frequently derailed by quips and rambling anecdotes.

He thought he had figured it out after that first night, between the food he’d assumed was drugged and the sting of the silverware in his grip— not pure silver, but close enough to burn.

But he’d only felt more and more clear-headed as time passed, and the moment one of them had noticed his fingers spasming around a fork, they’d all kicked up a fuss and instantly swapped the silver utensils out for carefully carved wooden ones.

As though that wasn’t enough, Logan continued to check on his wounds with precise regularity, and despite the fear that rose in Virgil whenever the scent of medical supplies filled the air, the human never took so much as a hair from his head.

His care seemed designed to be as painless as possible, from the way he carefully instructed Virgil through each step of administering treatment to the damp, oven-warm cloth he would press against bandages to keep scabs from tearing free when the padding was changed.

It was bizarre, and Virgil didn’t know how to handle it.

He could see why they would want to keep his wounds clean and uninfected. It made sense; they wanted him all healed up by the full moon, not sickly and delirious in the grips of a fever.

That didn’t explain the rest of it. The meals, the sleep, the way they listened.

The way restraints still hadn’t appeared, even as he slowly but surely regained his strength.

They might have called his bluff, somehow realized that he was too weak (too attached) to turn his teeth against them, but any hunter worth their blade knew better than to rely on such an uncertain assumption.

Especially not when he could potentially do so much damage, placed in the soft, unguarded center of their home.

There was nothing to gain. His body would serve its purpose to them whether it had spent the last few weeks on a silk cushion or a stone cell floor. Why would they risk it?

Once he’d successfully spent most of the day awake, and even shuffled through the house without tearing any stitches, they seemed to deem him well enough to hold a coherent conversation.

(He’d actually been trying to count all the potential exits, maybe even see what sort of lodestone Logan was using for the ward. When Patton had caught him slinking around, he hadn’t seemed suspicious or angry at all, only overwhelmingly enthusiastic about his health improving.

He also hadn’t seemed at all wary about stumbling upon the unrestrained captive that had taken him hostage the last time they were alone, because of course he hadn’t. How had these idiots even survived this long?)

“Did you like the meatloaf?” Patton asked him, over halfway through his own meal. The three of them tended to occasionally neglect their dishes in favor of rambling conversation or spirited arguments, so Virgil was almost always done well before them.

They also tended to not ask him such direct questions, and Virgil blinked in silent surprise for a moment, waiting for him to realize his mistake.

Instead, Patton let the silence stretch, unperturbed, for long enough that Virgil finally gave a half-hearted shrug.

“His plate speaks for itself, does it not?” Roman jumped in eagerly, tilting his head towards the empty space where the meatloaf had– very briefly– sat.

Virgil resisted the urge to snort, shifting in mild discomfort at becoming the topic of conversation. They could have put basically anything edible on his plate and gotten the same result. He knew better than to turn down food.

“Dishware can’t speak,” Logan informed him blandly. “Or consume and judge the quality of food, for that matter.”

Virgil felt a flare of amusement at the look on Roman’s face, and the words slipped out without thought. “He’s got you there.”

Three pairs of eyes flicked over at the barely-audible statement, and he only barely resisted the urge to shrink back. Surprisingly, none of them seemed mad, although Roman was visibly torn between surprised delight and dismay.

“Well, I thought it was just loaf-ly,” said Patton, because he was the funniest one there. Virgil’s lips twitched as Roman settled fully into dismay with a groan.

“Must you mock me?” Logan asked with a longsuffering air.

“Your recipe was delicious!” Patton continued. “I’d love to meat the ones who made it!”

Roman groaned louder.

“You’ve already met my family?” Logan replied, confused. “My mother– ah. You were engaging in more juvenile wordplay. More the fool I.”

“I pan do this all day!” Patton paused, and then shrugged. “That one would have worked better if it was still in the baking pan.”

Roman cleared his throat.

“Wow, Specs, I didn’t know this was your family’s recipe,” he said, his words just a little too over-exaggerated. “Are they going to come to visit any time soon?”

Virgil kept his gaze on his cleared plate, trying to force down the sickening lurch in his stomach. More humans. Just what he needed.

Logan hummed. “At this point in the season, I imagine they’re very busy with the farm. If they do decide to visit, they will let me know well in advance. And yours?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a letter.” Roman’s expression soured. “Not that it matters. If he decides to visit, he’ll let me know about five seconds before he kicks the door in. Probably by screaming at the top of his lungs.”

Despite all the irritation in his expression, there was worry hidden there, too. Virgil was also feeling worried, admittedly for entirely different reasons.

(For some people, hunting was the sort of thing that ran in the family.)

“At least his visits are always… exciting!” Patton tried, sounding a little uncertain himself. “What about you, Mister Wolf?”

The words registered a beat late, and Virgil’s head jerked up enough to see that they were all looking at him, again. “What?”

“I know you’ll only be here for a little bit, but I know I always worry when my loved ones are injured, especially if I can’t be by their side,” Patton elaborated. “Should we be on the lookout for any potential visitors?”

Understanding hit Virgil like a fever, his blood running cold for a moment before spiking into an unbearable furious heat.

So that was why. He should have known.

“You won’t find anyone out there,” he forced through grit teeth. A low growl had started vibrating in his chest, and he relished in the way the three of them went taut at the noise. “There’s no one to find. If there was, I would never give them up. No matter what.”

Maybe he should have lied, pretended that there was a reason for them to keep treating him with this targeted kindness. Lead them on with stories about a pack that didn’t actually exist, make them believe he was nothing more than a naive idiot, act as though he didn’t have a single clue as to what they were trying to do. It would probably have made escaping easier.

It didn’t matter. Anger had overtaken fear, sharp and fire-bright, and now all he wanted to do was burn. They could do whatever they wanted to him, use the stick now that the carrot had so miserably failed, and it still wouldn’t ever be enough to make him give up a pack. Not to a fate as cruel as this.

Movement caught his eye, and his head snapped up with teeth bared, a snarl at the tip of his tongue as he braced for an attack–

The humans had retreated.

“We’ll leave you be,” Logan said, and Virgil realized that at some point, he’d corralled the other two out of the room and into the hall; he could see Patton’s arm around Roman’s shoulder, the two of them casting worried looks back as they shuffled away. “We didn’t mean any offense. Please call on me if you need anything.”

When Virgil only stared, his growl still rumbling from deep within him, Logan nodded once and slid the divider door into place, his footsteps retreating shortly after.

The dishes had been left where they were. Virgil’s plate was shattered, the ceramic pieces laying heavy on his lap. It was quiet.

They’d left him alone. By now, they had to know baiting him wouldn’t work. And still, they’d given him space, backed off instead of pushing on with other, more painful tactics. It didn’t make any sense.

Unless they had some other way of getting what they wanted.

Virgil curled in on himself, his growl cutting off as panic doused him. Logan knew enough about spellcraft to make potions, to set wards, to locate leylines. If they knew something Virgil didn’t, if they knew enough about magic to twist it to their own ends, and if they knew a way to find other wolves through him without his participation– if they knew about packbonds, and had a way to reveal his…

So what? He didn’t have a pack, not anymore. He didn’t have a pack. He didn’t, except.

Did any packbond count? Even ones that had only existed for a day?

The thought sent icy nausea through him, and he gripped a shard of the ceramic hard enough to break skin, his breath coming too-quick and catching in his throat.

No, no, no. He couldn’t panic. He couldn’t afford to pass out, not when he didn’t know what they might do to him while he was under. Who they might find.

Unfortunately, knowing he had to stop panicking and actually calming down were two entirely different things.

Black spots dotted his vision, and he passed out between one frantic inhale and the next.

—

He woke to something touching his shoulder, and ingrained reflexes had him snapping a hand out, lips curling up to bare teeth.

“Oh!” a voice exclaimed quietly, and Virgil froze.

It took a few blinks to make out Patton’s form in the dark. He had the human by the wrist, his claws pricking at skin, but he seemed more sheepish than anything.

There was a blanket slipping off his shoulder, one that hadn’t been there before.

The sight of it sent a miserable curl of guilt through him, one that was quickly dampened by the memory of what had happened before he’d passed out.

His hand sprang open as he scanned the room for the other two, desperately straining his senses for any trace of magecraft that had been performed on his person, only to come up empty on both counts.

It was only Patton, standing there in the dark with his hands clasped tightly.

There was a beat of silence, in which all he could think about was that one ephemeral, damning packbond, and everything he’d do to keep it undiscovered.

If he could just convince them to settle for one. For him. He could behave, he would swear it, he would beg–

“I’m sorry,” Patton said, which was so surprising that it practically stole the voice from his throat. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, asking that sort of thing at dinner.”

‘Didn’t mean to hurt’ him? How stupid did he think Virgil was? Or worse, how cruel?

“How would you feel,” he forced out, “if I’d asked you that. And it was your pack.”

The words were hardly more than a rough whisper, but Patton reeled back as though struck.

“I know,” he replied after a moment, his voice thicker now. “I know. We weren’t– It wasn’t meant to bring back painful memories. I swear. We only wanted to know if there was anyone missing you, and we didn’t think about how you would feel if… if there wasn’t. We– I, of all people, should have known better.”

Virgil’s brow furrowed as he listened, a small spark of hope flaring to life in him. It sounded like… like Patton had taken him at his word.

Was it possible that he had a chance, after all?

“Yeah, well. I should have known you’d ask,” he said, trying to keep his voice under control. “Still, it doesn’t change my answer.”

Patton inhaled, his words coming out slightly wobbly. “You really don’t have anyone? It’s… It’s just you?”

Virgil swallowed, aware that he was walking into the trap of his own volition. Once there was nothing else to drag from him, there was no reason for them to keep treating him like this.

“Yeah. It’s just me.”

Patton exhaled, slow and shaky, and reached out for Virgil’s hands. His face was hardly visible in the low light, but he was moving slow enough for there to be a question in the motion. Trying to see if he would cooperate?

Restraints right away, then.

Well. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t fight if it would keep them from tracking down the only good thing left in his past.

He held his hands out and braced himself for the burn of silver.

Instead, he felt two warm points of pressure against his palms. Patton was holding his hands firmly but harmlessly, in a grip that Virgil could break away from with a twitch. He was rubbing small circles on the side of Virgil’s hands with his little dull-edged thumbs.

It was a soothing gesture. A gentle one.

Virgil stared dumbly down at the shapeless mass their hands formed in the dark.

“Why?” he asked, unable as always to keep himself from looking the gift horse in the mouth. “Why are you treating me like this? You have to know this isn’t necessary.”

Patton withdrew slightly, seeming almost startled.

“I’m not doing it because it’s necessary, kiddo. I’m doing it because I want to. Because it seems like maybe you need it.”

“You don’t even know me,” Virgil replied, his hands twitching the slightest amount. They were beginning to tingle with that strange warm sensation that he’d felt when Logan had carried him.

“I know that you protected my partners,” Patton replied steadily. “I know that you probably saved my life, and got hurt something awful in the process. Is it so strange that I’d want to comfort you?”

Virgil paused.

That’s right. He’d saved them.

It wasn’t that he’d forgotten, it was just that he hadn’t expected it to matter. The moment they’d realized what he was, his fate had been sealed. To humans, shifters were dangerous and valuable, and so they couldn’t be allowed to live.

Even his humans knew it. Why else would he be here, locked behind wards to wait for the full moon?

It was a necessity, but that didn’t change who they were. He’d spent all this time bracing for a blow, waiting for the cruelty and malice that he’d experienced at the hands of humans before. Yet it hadn’t come.

Maybe it wasn’t coming at all.

“You want me… to be comfortable,” he tried, the words strange on his tongue.

“Of course!” Patton replied. “It’s the least we can do to repay you.”

Virgil nodded slowly, finally grasping the shape of the puzzle that had been placed before him.

Back when he was a pup, his pack had run across a solitary wolf, badly wounded. There was nothing they could do to save her, but the pack stopped anyway. They’d curled up around her, shared what meat they had from the morning’s hunt, and invited her to sing when dusk fell. For the handful of hours she’d had left, she’d been one of theirs.

His humans had their own sense of honor. They couldn’t afford to let him live, but it was thanks to him that their small pack hadn’t been torn to shreds. This gentleness, the way they held meals with him and offered him conversation and tended his wounds, it was their way of showing gratitude.

He could trust it would stay.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay.”

Until the full moon rose again, he was one of theirs.

[ephiesoul]

Chibi Werewolf Patton 🐺🐾

[edupunkn00b]

But the Shopping Cart Wheels Still Squeak

Photo by Markus Winkler via Unsplash

A very short fluffy drabble for today's Werewolf AU for @tsspromptmonth's Rare Gifts Event.

WC: 359 - CW: fluff and werewolves -

Fingertips drumming against the molded plastic cart handle, Logan hummed and listened to his packmate’s playful bickering.

“It’s the front left, definitely,” Patton was nodding, bobbing his head to the tempo of the faulty shopping cart wheel.

Feigning a deep frown, Roman shook his head. “Hm, I think it’s the rear.”

“You always think it’s the rear!” Patton laughed, voice trailing up into a squeal when Roman nipped gently at his shoulder.

“For the record,” Logan murmured, unable to hide his smile as he pushed the cart back and forth, “Both are squeaking.” 

“Told you!” Roman and Patton laughed to each other before falling into a quiet argument over which wheel squeaked louder and Logan continued on his journey down the aisle, tossing in a box of Cheez-its and a small tin of soda crackers.

Just before the cart turned the corner, though, Logan stopped and inhaled sharply. “Pups,” he growled quietly. “Go find us some fresh sweet potatoes, please.”

“Mi amor, really?” “Aw, c’mon, Logie, we’ll be good!” they complained in unison.

“Absolutely not!” Logan’s eyebrow raised so his voice wouldn’t have to. “The last time you promised to be good we had to purchase everything behind the meat counter.”

Patton lowered his head and curled against Logan’s side. Roman whined, almost imperceptibly. Finally Logan reached up to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear. “I’m not angry and no-one’s in trouble. This is no different than the days when I need a break from bright lights.” 

Hunched over, Roman shrunk the distance between them, nuzzling against the side of his neck. After a deep breath, he melted into Logan’s offered arm. “I suppose you’re right.” Head still resting on Logan’s shoulder, he peered up at each of them through unfairly long eyelashes. “What do you say, Patty? Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the produce aisle?”

Logan brushed a kiss against his cheek just before he bowed to a giggling Patton. “The honor is mine,” Patton laughed, humming when Logan gave him a matching kiss.

“Oh, and see if they have any—”

“Strawberries,” Patton nodded, linking fingers with Roman’s. “Always, Logie.” 

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

I have very specific thoughts regarding Logan's backstory in Crescent/Gibbous but I'm unsure if I'll ever write a full thing on it. So have this out of context scene instead. Just a small aside, Patton's mother and Logan's great-great grandmother were sisters, so they are related in that way. Logan knew Patton as "Uncle Pat" who was present at a few large family gatherings when he was a small child (not that he was fully aware his uncle was actually his great-great-great uncle)

Warnings: Sickness, Angst

“Logan?” 

He knew that voice. He raised his head up, trying to focus on the blurry figure in front of him. Why were they blurry? What happened to his glasses?

“Lo, buddy are you okay?”

He swallowed, throat aching. No, as much as he hated to admit it, everything was not okay.

“Logan, please, tell me what happened.” 

He shook his head, whining from the increasing pressure stemming from his temple. He’d experienced migraines before, but nothing like this. He swayed, his body crumpling down on its own accord. 

“Logan!” Hands reached out, cradling his clammy face. Black dots scattered his vision like a thousand tiny blackholes. He fought through it to stare at the blurry face behind the bars.

“Uncle?” He croaked, the familial title unintentionally slipping out. He felt extremely disoriented and confused. Two things Logan hated feeling above all else. It harkened back to a memory of a child hopelessly lost in a snowy forest, so alone and so certain of death.

“Logan, I’m here, pup.” Patton told him, a hand moving to brush Logan’s bangs away from his sweaty brow. 

“I’m not your pup.” Logan said vehemently. He was not a child–far from it. He was an accomplished man with several scientific accolades to his name. Most importantly, he was human, he was not a werewolf.

And if he was successful in his endeavors, he'd be not only human, but the first human ever to cure werewolf disease.

Patton did not respond. He kept silent as he gently pulled Logan’s glasses off his head, placing it on the floor. Logan’s vision sharpened, like a camera pulling into focus. This made complete sense–Logan was nearsighted so of course due to their close proximity he saw Patton much more clearly now that the glasses were removed. Patton must have noticed the lenses were smudged.

He refused to think long on it, not when he still hadn’t properly answered Patton.

“I don’t…” Logan trailed off, his eyebrows pressing together. When did he arrive at the facility? The last thing he recalled was crawling underneath every blanket he owned because he was so cold. Was this a fever dream?

“Patton, I’m afraid I am feeling rather unwell.”

“I know, Lo, I know,” Patton said, his voice cracking with some unidentifiable emotion, “how long have you been feeling this way?”

“Approximately two weeks.”

“Have you been more hungry than usual?”

“Ravenously. Nothing seems to satiate my appetite.”

“Any aches and pains?”

“I have experienced more muscle aches than usual, although it could simply be my body adjusting to a new exercise regimen–likewise that could be the cause of my new appetite. I have taken up an interest in running.”

“Why running?”

“Running is a good form of exercise. It has…also helped reduce my stress levels.”

“Do you feel more agitated lately? Snapping at things more easily? Felt overwhelmed in situations that you wouldn’t normally feel overwhelmed in?”

He didn’t like where this was going. He wiggled his head away from Patton’s hands, pressing his hands against the floor in an attempt to stand up. Nausea hit him instantaneously, forcing him back down again. Patton’s hands hovered over him, hesitating.

“What are you getting at?” Logan demanded, a growl rising in his throat.

Patton’s mouth opened, but no explanation came forth. He closed it, his lips forming a firm line. He stared back at Logan as if he should already know the answer.

Logan gripped the silver cell bars, shaking them with as much force as possible. “Tell me!” 

It would’ve been more intimidating had he been standing up. Much less, if he hadn’t jerked his hands back seconds later with a hiss. The bars had been hot to the touch as if he laid his hands directly onto a stove. His heart beat loudly in his chest as he stared down at the angry red blisters on his hands.

Silver was not harmful to humans. He should not have immediate abrasions from touching silver. There was only one explanation, but it was absurd–Logan would know if it was happening. He studied the phenomenon occurring in other individuals. But many diseases shared similar symptoms–everything that had been occurring to him could easily be explained away.

“Logan, I’m sorry,” Patton began, “I know this must be hard for you to accept, but you must accept it. You are turning.”

“No,” Logan said, nearly choking on air, “No, no, no you’re wrong, there are several other perfectly reasonable explanations–”

His vision spun, reminding him of the time he rode the Mad Tea Party at Disneyland as a kid. Colors danced about him, too indescribable to make out shapes. The contents of his stomach threatened to erupt from his throat like a volcano eruption of vomit. He whined again, digging his face into the cold cement floor.

“Logan,” A far-off voice called his name, “Logan?!”

His muscles spasmed. He clenched his jaws, restraining from screaming out in pain. Only a muffled wounded sound came out instead, something that did not sound entirely human.

“Shh, don't fight it.” The voice called out again, this time distinctly Patton. Of course, it had to be him, there was no one else around. Hands stroked his hair, so soft and soothing.

Everything inside of Logan urged him to remain by Patton’s side. He wanted to melt into the touch. To take the solace it offered him in the midst of the excruciating pain swelling up inside of him. It took every bit of him to pull himself away from Patton, backing up until he hit the cement wall with a thud. 

“Logan,” Patton pleaded, stretching a hand out to him, “I know you’re scared, but please I promise you that I can help you.”

Logan valued rationality. He learned from a young age that emotions should be stifled unless he wanted to let their inherent weakness influence him. But there was no rational explanation for his next action. 

Only that Logan was human and humans have two reactions in the face of something they refused to understand: they either reacted in violence or reacted in terror. In this instance, Logan gave into terror.

He ran.

[soulsoffairlight]

WARNING EXTREMELY LOUD

official scream/howl/voice claims for werelips :3

Overall, bc he's a type 4 lycanthrope in avidras lore (aka the "hollering werewolf") he has a wide vocal range and can probably break glass LMAO

He can speak to some degree in wereform but it's unintelligible like puppet form. Normally speaking he'd probably just sound like korn or some shit (/J)

[transfemlogan]

Should the other wolf b another side

[on-the-virge-of-breaking]

The wolf nodded his head a bit when asked if he could help. It was his fault after all that the other had gotten hurt.

@on-the-virge-of-breaking

It had been a few hours since the sun set, it wouldn’t be bright anytime soon… he was fine. Virgil took a deep breath as he walked outside, keeping his hood on over his head as he walked. He had eaten recently, not that it was great, bags never were. But he just wanted to get out, be outside for a bit… occasionally it got annoying being inside so long. Plus the neighbors questioned never seeing him already, neighborhood kids called his home abandoned and haunted. He didn’t even live super close to others but people within the area he lived questioned him enough.

Virgil walked towards downtown, not too far away, and not a bad walk. He decided why not stop by the bar, hangout there for a bit and relax. He probably wouldn’t speak to anyone, but at least it would be known he’s not an absolute weirdo and he did in fact get out. He was just allergic to the sun… and absolutely and totally a vampire like his neighbors rumored and whispered about. But he needed to get out hopefully to at least get word that he does leave his house so maybe they wouldn’t call some hunters around, he didn’t feel like dealing with them.

Patton had moved into town recently, having ran to the village to get out of city and into somewhere a bit more gentle and quiet. Also, he wanted to get away from his older, twin brothers, but that's not really too important.

Tonight, he's wearing a nice sweater he'd made himself, and sipping gently on a drink at the one, small bar in town. He was enjoying his solitude, though the amount of ladies coming his way was a bit frustrating, but he could make do. He eventually got some quiet time to himself, though, and now is enjoying a sweet drink all by himself in the corner booth.

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Werewolf Janus: *in wolf form utterly soaked by river water, locks eyes with the others* Witch Logan: Janus, please don't- Fey Roman: What? Oh NO! Vampire Virgil *grabs Patton and pulls him behind his umbrella*: DON'T! Fey Remus *full on T-posing*: Take me! Werewolf Janus: *full on body shake sending the water flying, drenching everyone but Virgil and Patton* Fey Roman: MY HAIR! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! Witch Logan: Good job... you've now soaked us all. Werewolf Janus: *satisfied huff*

[kieraelieson]

An idea I’ve had while half awake

What if Janus is a werewolf. And gets caught by a witch/wizard/warlock. He’s chained up outside their house, and the chain has silver coating the outside, so if he ever tries to remove it it will burn him. The wizard is planning on getting a magically loyal pet. The safest way to do that is to spike Janus’s food with herbs that will over time build up and force him to obey the wizard.

Patton comes by the wizard’s house every day. He’s paying off a magical favor the wizard did in his town by working for the wizard. He cleans up, does the laundry, chops wood, etc. The wizard strictly warns Patton about Janus, saying how he’s wild and cannot control himself, especially in wolf form, and would tear Patton to pieces.

But Patton is a sucker for puppy eyes.

At first Janus is just hoping he’ll be able to convince Patton to let him go, but the wizard is smarter than that and never lets them be near each other while Janus is in human form. Maybe he’s also using magic to make Janus be almost always in wolf form, as dogs are easier to manipulate and gain control over.

Patton is gradually stopping by in between every chore he works on to give Janus a little petting and sneak him a snack. Over time, knowing Janus can hear him and understand him more than just a wolf, but not sure about the details of it, Patton begins staying longer periods on time in reach of the chain, even laying against Janus’s side, and he tells Janus everything.

There should be some big showdown where the wizard releases janus and tries to command him, or there’s a special full moon and he breaks free, or maybe the wizard does something mean to Patton and Janus gets furious and protective. Whichever way, Janus chooses Patton so strongly that it beats the magic. Their genuine bond grown up over time being far stronger than an artificial magical bond.

[loserlovercafe]

Augh- I finally finished it! This took forever to do since I don’t usually draw fur or backgrounds lol. But I’m pretty happy with how it turned out

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

(That relatable moment when your boyfriend says he has something important to tell you but instead of proposing he turns into a mythical beast.(/j) (it can also be platonic lol))

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

The werewolf Tumblr discourse post being tagged LOAFT is SO funny I would kill to hear the next generation below LAMP of fae discourse, when they're all slightly less terrified of imminant Death By Fae, just "Idk I think giving a fae my name would be kind of hot" "You CANNOT say that omg my parents literally remember Emmy Trout, the fae are dangerous, that's not funny" "Okay well MY parents had class with Patton Waller and he literally married 2 fae so they're not all bad!" "You KNOW Logan Sanders doesnt count, thats different!" "Well what about the Spider Prince, huh?" "He's probably only nice because hes a prince! The rest of the fae aren't like that!"

ALSKJDALJDS absolutely FASCINATED by this last person specifically

[the-bi-library]

Here is the final part of the bi4bi books posts!

I'd appreciate it if you let me know if there are any more bi4bi books that I didn't include here 💕

Books listed: They Never Learn by Layne Fargo If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio Silver Nitrate by Silvia Moreno-Garcia The Drowning Summer by C.L. Herman Case Sensitive by A.K. Turner Missing, Presumed Dead by Emma Berquist Her Soul to Take by Harley Laroux Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao City of Shattered Light by Claire Winn City of Vicious Night by Claire Winn The Light Years by R.W.W. Greener The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza by Shaun David Hutchinson Tell Me Anything by Skye Kilaen Her Scarlet Letters by Cat Giraldo Break Free by Raleigh Ruebins Modern Divination by Isabel Agajanian Caroline's Heart by Austin Chant The Door Into Fire by Diane Duane The Stone Prince by Fiona Patton Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner Wolf, Willow, Witch by Freydís Moon When the Stars Alight by Camilla Andrew Love at First Set by Jennifer Dugan Cleans Up Nice by Margo Phelps Educated by Nellie Wilson Queried Sick by Dallas Smith Chance Agreement by Margo Phelps Sirens & Muses by Antonia Angress Release by Suzanne Clay Orphia and Eurydicius by Elyse John Crown of Starlight by Cait Corrain To Beg or Not to Beg by Cat Giraldo Two Winters by Lauren Emily Whalen Electric Idol by Katee Robert Neon Gods by Katee Robert The Scandalous Letters of V and J by Felicia Davin The Spinster's Swindle by Catherine Stein Rocky Mountain Freedom by Vivian Arend Um traço até você by Olívia Pilar Biforia by Rebecca Romero Escalando Você by Rebecca Romero Entre estantes by Olívia Pilar → translated Between Bookshelves by Olívia Pilar Honor Among Thieves by Rachel Caine Victories Greater Than Death by Charlie Jane Anders The Stars Undying by Emery Robin Legend of Korra: Graphic Novels Harley Quinn: The Eat. Bang! Kill. Tour Novels Seven Days: Monday–Sunday by Venio Tachiban Brimstones and Roses It Would Be Great If You Didn't Exist My Werewolf Girlfriend The Fiancée Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur Xeni by Rebekah Weather

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Fancasting for a Trigun live-action tv series/movie!! I know we got just Trigun Stampede, but we can’t let Cowboy Bebop get a live action and not Trigun right??

For all my selections I would say about 75-80% are actors I have seen in one or more of their most well known roles. For anyone else I narrowed down to 2-4 options and I did extra research into their filmography, interviews to hear their voices and general vibe, etc. And I also looked at what kind of roles they trended towards—sci-fi/fantasy and superhero media giving them bonus points.

See below for info about the actors and my runner up choices for each character. I included tidbits like their age, height, and notable roles.

For Vash and Knives I wanted to first look for real life identical twins. After some research, I believe I found a fitting pair. Cole and Dylan Sprouse, best know for their childhood roles in the Suite Life of Zack and Cody. Although I don’t think I knew their adult roles as well as their Zack and Cody days, that real twin dynamic just adds that extra layer.

Of the two, I found Cole having a softer look, and lately it appears he’s been going with black hair which seemed fitting if we think about black-haired Vash at the end of TriMax. Dylan’s look has just that different sharpness and edginess that I slotted him to Knives.

Ruby Cruz (Kit Tanthalos, Disney+’s Willow) is a very talented young woman and recently made a feature length movie debut as Hazel Callahan in Bottoms (2023) and will be starring in an upcoming rom-com The Threesome. (See notes about edit below.)

Milly was a tricky one for me. I have a couple of runners up below. My current pick is Mina Sundwall, especially for her role as Penny Robinson in Netflix’s space family drama Lost in Space.

Although I’m on board with the HC that Wolfwood is Latinx, I had to go with famous werewolf Jacob Black from Twilight, Taylor Lautner. I got a couple other choices below too.

Liam Hemsworth (or Chris idkkkk). Nuff said?

Rem was a bit hard to choose. I had to go with Candice Patton as a personal big fan of her role as Iris West in The Flash as a DC fan. She has just the right oh-crap-I-have-kids-I-am-not-prepared-at-all motherly acting vibe down pat that is essential for Rem.

Despite the fact that Christopher Daniel Barnes is always smiling in photos, his breath of filmography makes him such a good fit for wise Drunkle Roberto.

Being so effing hyped about Nicholas playing Lex Luthor in Superman Legacies (2025) he has the perfect mix of heroic and villain roles for Legato’s psychotic righteousness. And he’s already had blue hair (and fur all over his whole body) as Hank “Beast” McCoy, c’mon too easy.

Zazie Beetz… that couldn’t have been a coincidence? Like Studio Orange must have know about this actress when they worked on the Beast’s revamped design. For a second option I’d probably pick a child/adolescent actor but Zazie can pretty much take whatever form they want, so why not both? Edit: I’m going with Scarlett (Trixie from Lucifer). Very very talent young woman. She’s funny, smart, sassy.

Role: Vash the Stampede

Actor: Cole Sprouse

Age: 31

Height: 6’0”

Best known role: Cody Martin ( The Suite Life of Zack & Cody)

Runner-up Actor: Mason Dye (Jason Carver, Stranger Things)

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Role: Millions Knives

Actor: Dylan Sprouse

Age: 31

Height: 6’0”

Best known role: Zack Martin ( The Suite Life of Zack & Cody)

Runner-up Actor: Christopher Lowell (Sebastian “Bash” Howard, GLOW and Jess, How I Met Your Father)

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Role: Meryl Stryfe

Actor: Ruby Cruz

Age: 23

Height: 5’3”

Best known role: (Kit Tanthalos, Disney+’s Willow)

Edit: I swapped Ruby Cruz in for Bex as I learned how far along Bex was in their gender journey. As much as I respect Bex’s journey and the gender representation is important, I still want to pick someone I feel leans more feminine for Meryl.

Runner-up Actor: tbd, maybe Christine Lee or Ana Yi Puig

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Role: Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Actor: Taylor Lautner

Age: 32

Height: 5’8”

Best known role: Jacob Black (Twilight movies)

Runner-up Actor: David Castro (Raphael Santiago, Freeform’s Shadowhunters)

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Role: Roberto De Niro

Actor: Christopher Daniel Barnes

Age: 51

Height: 5’11”

Best known role: Spiderman (Spider-Man 90s), Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid 89)

Runner-up Actor: Edgar Ramirez (Bourne Ultimatum 2007, Carlos the Jackal, HBO’s The Undoing)

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Role: Milly Thompson

Actor: Mina Sundwall

Age: 22

Height: 5’6”

Best known role: Penny Robinson (Lost in Space, 2018)

Runner-up Actors: Liana Liberato, Kennedy McGann, Ellie Gall, Luna Wedler

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Role: Rem Saverem

Actor: Candice Patton

Age: 35

Height: 5’4”

Best known role: Iris West (CW’s The Flash)

Runner-up Actor: Lyrica Okano (Nico Minoru, Hulu’s Runaways)

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Role: Legato Bluesummers

Actor: Nicholas Hoult

Age: 34

Height: 6’3”

Best known role: Nux (Mad Max Fury Road), Hank “Beast” McKoy (X-Men movies), Lex Luthor (Superman Legacies, 2025)

Runner-up Actors:

2. Samuel Larson (Joe Hart, Glee) 3. Charlie Heaton (Jonathan Byers, Stranger Things) or 4. Brenton Twaites (Dick Grayson aka Nightwing, DC’s Titans)