#poor keegs

[redstringraven]

leo and faraji! piece 2 of 4 for @afteas2003's @tmnt4p request! they asked for poses as though someone were photographing each of the boys and their acolyte bestie for a photo album.

i just managed to finish this one before work this morning, and i hope i didn't overlook anything because keeg spent his breakfast time terrorizing one of my plants. i kept having to go into the living room to throw hands with all 85 grams of him. >xD

[yourninjasareajoke]

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[graysnetwork]

Sub Moments...

Warnings: edging, whiney men, humping, handjob, rope/tied up men.

Summary: Title is self explanatory. Times the big tough men had a moment of weakness

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𝒦𝑒𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝑅𝓊𝓈𝓈

❀ Kept annoying you all day, so needy and desperate for release the second he got home from work. Stood behind you when you were cooking dinner, arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Kept kissing and sucking at your neck when you two sat on the couch and were watching movies. Kept rubbing up against your ass when you two were in the bathroom brushing your teeth getting ready for bed. It was absolutely annoying pathetic.

When you two were finally in bed he only wore boxers, kept rubbing his half hard cock against you, searching for any type of friction. You would have given into him had it been any other day, would’ve let him fuck you right then and there against the counter but your were so annoyed with his constant yammering.

That’s how you two ended here. You laid on your side watching Keegan grind against his pillow, pearly white beads of pre cum escaping the slit as he whined for you, to let him fuck you already. Poor annoying boy.

His whines and moans filled the room, his face pressed against the sheets as he rocked his hips against the pillow, grinding into the white foam pillow. “Please, please…please sweetheart” he whimpered, looking up at you with his baby blue eyes that suddenly don't look as serious as they usually do. He gave you the kicked puppy eyes but you didn’t give in. “Keep humping your pillow keeg’s”

Keegan whined and sniffled in response but he didn’t protest, he kept rubbing his red cock against the pillow until he reached his climax—white ropes of cum spurted out, staining the pillow with white streaks. “Good boy” you coo, stroking his hair.

Another, final rope of cum shoots out as he whines.

𝒮𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃 '𝒢𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉" 𝑅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎

❀ He was quiet all day, not unusual since Simon was always pretty silent. But today he was touchy, hugging you a lot, holding your hand while shopping, letting you use his card for online shopping without having to do something for him—usually he liked to give you a challenge, eg. putting the card somewhere high, hiding it, making you do the dishes. Not today.

That in itself was weird enough but you came to the conclusion that he wanted something in return—wash the dishes, make his favorite food, or maybe he wanted you. You almost forgot about it until you two sat on the couch to watch movies. The movie started and you two got comfortable, you were so entranced by the movie, forgetting about his clinginess completely you didn’t pay attention to Simon who was shifting on the couch every other second.

Once you did notice, a hint of pride coursed through your veins, making you smirk knowing he was uncomfortable and needy. You looked over at him, he looked both relieved and annoyed you couldn't see his crotch due to the pink throw blanket covering the both of you. “More?” you asked, holding the popcorn bowl and candy out for him to grab some. He shook his head, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

It was dark in the house, you’d turned off a lot of the lights for the movie but you could see the cherry red tint on his cheeks.

After a few moments you pushed the blanket off of yourself, “accidentally” pulling it off of Simon as well. “Si…” you said softly, playing dumb like you hadn’t known about his hard on the entire time. You stared at his crotch, a tent in the shorts he was wearing. “Need you, love” he growls, wrapping his large hand around your neck, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You let him have his moment of dominance and control for a little while.

Now you sit beside a whiny Simon, his hips bucking up into your hand. He was so desperate to come but you were setting a torturously slow speed as you stroked him. The dominant side of him was hidden away, exposing his submissive vulnerable side as you jerked him off, telling him how pathetic he was for being so hard for no reason.

He whimpered as your hand squeezed his cock gently enough not to actually hurt him, but enough to hurt him in the way he couldn't cum. Despite his whines and whimpers he was definitely enjoying this—you being in control. If he wasn’t enjoying it he would've taken over, he was a big guy, could and would manhandle you all the time. He could have thrown you over his shoulder right now and taken you to the bedroom. 

“Please…” “Please what?” “Need to come, love” “You think you deserve to come?”

Only after the movie was finished did you let him come.

𝒦ö𝓃𝒾𝑔

❀ It’d only been a few days since he was back home and you two were on the road to having a baby. It was almost as if König’s horny switch was flipped on when he stepped through the door. Every other second not spent out you two were consummating it everywhere.

After three days of being thrown around and manhandled how you liked you wanted to be the one in control, and plus, you were a little tired of fucking all day, you wanted to make something to eat right now.

So, you scoured the closet and found the ropes in the box of…things you two used. “Königgg!” you called out and he was quick to find you when he realized you were in the bedroom. His cock jumped when he saw you wrapping the rope around the bed posts. “What are you planning, schatz…?” he whispered into your ear from behind you, his hands holding your waists.

“Something” You smirked, he obviously thought you wanted to be tied up but oh was he going to be surprised to find out he's the one who will be restrained. “Get on the bed, honey.”

König is red in the face when you finish tying his ankles to the two posts at the end of the bed, his dick is hard and ready for you to do whatever you'd like, until you do very little.

A little lube, a few strokes, one lick on the underside of his cock and you're done.

You leave him in the room first for a few minutes, change your shirt and leave again. You make dinner and eat, you come back and feed him some before leaving again. You come back and get into your sleepwear, kiss him a bit, stroke him a little until he's leaking pre cum. You leave again.

Another hour goes by and you can hear his mewls and whines. “Please, Schatz, just use me, do whatever, please let me come” he sniffles. You smiled, stroking him again. Finally taking him into your mouth but denying his release. Then you lay back, talk to him about how annoying his whines are, you leave him untouched for another hour.

When you finally do lick his tip again, he comes instantly, his sticky come shooting into your mouth.

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[solarlunarsstuff]

Keegan P. Russ x Fem!Reader (HDCS)

A/n: The last post for about 2 weeks, so eat up my dear painters! I'll get a new phone I promise :(

TW: !!! DUMBIFICATION !!!, pet names (Keeg, princess, slut, whore, ect), rough sex, unprotected sex (WRAP BEFORE LA TAP), nipple play, pussy slapping, fingering, gagging, overstimulation 😚, Lmk if I miss anything !!!

Synopsis: This man realizes that dumbification is the only way to make his princess shut up!

• He's been rough before, but you saying that you would get Ghost to fuck you set a flame on fire in him

• This ends with you bended in ways that Keeg wanted you in, all your whining fell to deaf ears.

• Keegan would have his veiny cock slamming into your tight cunt. (Poor girl)

• He'd say things like, "Take it like a fuckin' slut." Or "You're my good girl."

• You'd be so in the clouds, not realizing that he's made you cum for the nth time in one night ;(

• His hips would hit your ass, you could feel his balls slap against your clit. This subtle stimulation on your clit made you jolt.

• Keeg would grunt into your ear each time your pussy would clench around him.

• Even when he pulled out, he saw how your mixed fluids would spill out of you and onto the now messy sheets.

• Right after he pulls out, he just shoves himself right back into you.

• Your a slobbering, crying, mess.

• So many things about you turned him on, like the way your tummy would make a buldge when he pushes in n' out of you slowly ;(

• Sticking his fingers into our mouth, I he pushed in far enough, he'd get a pretty gag out of you.

• Or when he's doing missionary, he sucks and pinches your tits if he's feeling extra.

• Keeg has the audacity to overstimulate you by slapping your cunny, and deeply fingering you until you cum all over his calloused fingers.

• Even tongue fucking you can make you (him too) see stars. The way he would just lap up your juices, and his tongue piercing would catch your clit.

• The cold metal piercing making you arch your back into his face.

• After the roughness, he would pepper you with kisses and whisper 'sorrys' and 'I'll be more gentle next time'. (Which is a lie)

"Fuck baby, this cunt just fuckin' loves me, huh?" He groaned as he brutally pounded you into the matress. All you could respond with was a high pitched mewl.

"Mhm, you good girl, doin' all this f'me.." he moaned onto your ear.

"Shouldn't have said that Ghost would fuck you better, darling" he whispered between breaths.

"M' sorry!" Was all you yelped out before losing your vocals to pleasure.

"It's alright, this pussy is treating me so well, it's like an apology." He licked the nape of your neck

"M' gonna cum, baby. Fuck!-" he poured all of his cum into your limp body.

He pulled out and brought your cunt to his fingers, as he looked down, he noticed how yours and his cum poured out of your pretty pussy.

Keeg prodded his fingers into you, pushing the cum deeper into you for your womb to take.

"Gonna throw away your pills so you hold my baby.." he continued to say as he sissored his fingers deeper into you. <3

©2024 SOLARLUNARSSTUFF | do not copy, plagiarize, or translate my work with out consent + dividers/headers are not made by me !!!

[lemonqii]

“Ugliest names a man could have” poor keegs..

[jazzythursday]

Omg what’s sun summoner Jesper!?! 😱

Hi! I’m so glad you asked!

Sun summoner Jesper is a wip I started on a whim a while back. It follows show canon for sab but with Jesper in Alina’s place and Wylan in Mal’s (but with a lot of mixing and matching, i.e., Wylan is a cartographer and Jesper is a soldier, etc.) what I have so far is mostly based on the first 15 minutes of s1e1. Kaz and Inej also make appearances as Jesper’s friends and fellow soldiers (though I have Kaz as more of a strategist and assistant to Per Haskell, who in this is the lieutenant)

I want to tackle at least one other au before I dive into this one (probably my Rapunzel au) because if never written a long plot-driven fic, but I do definitely want to return to it eventually. There’s a lot still up in the air story-wise—I don’t know how Nina and Matthias will play into it, who the Darkling is, or if I’m going to use other characters to swap roles with the crows. I do know that it will span, at the very least, the plot of season 1 and probably a lot of season 2… and also that Kuwei is going to be Zoya.

You didn’t ask for a snippet, but I can’t really help myself, so here’s a decent chunk that takes place towards the beginning of chapter 1:

“Bit quick on the draw there,” Kaz chastens, as Jesper finishes re-loading the barrel of his rifle and pointing it at the target once more. He fires off a quick shot, one that lands directly between the eyes of the target dummie’s head. He follows it up with a second hit to the same spot, just to prove a point. Jesper cocks his head to the side, raises an eyebrow to match Kaz’s own arch look.

“You were saying?”

Unimpressed as ever, Kaz returns to his tent. That he expects Jesper to follow is just a given, one that he doesn’t bother with the directive for. He sits at his desk—a makeshift bureau of used crates and an old door strapped to the top—he finishes counting off his share of their earnings and passes the rest to Jesper.

“Don’t get cocky,” he says, continuing their conversation from before, “and don’t”—he points a judgemental, solitary finger at Jesper—“get fancy. I don’t need the other soldiers getting jealous enough to want to take you down a peg or two because of flash. Someone will get the bright idea to tell Haskell.”

“Aw, you think they’re jealous?” Jesper bats his eyes and pretends to swoon. “Of little ol’ me? Re-ally? Who? Tell me. Tell-me-tell-me-tell-me—”

“Bolinger looked like he’d rather use you for target practice more than that dummy after today.”

“Aw Kaz, are you worried? I never knew you cared.”

Kaz looks at him. If looks could kill, Jesper thinks, knowing Kaz Brekker would have killed him a thousand times over by now.

“Not just Bolinger. Keeg looked about ready to stage a mutiny.”

“Keeg’s a sore loser, that’s nothing new. It isn’t my fault he bet on the poor shot.”

“Would you just stop for—Hello Inej.”

Jesper blinks. “What?”

“Kaz is right,” says Inej, standing right next to them, and Jesper jumps.

“Fucking Saints!” he pants, hand over his chest to feel his racing heartbeat. “Warn the guy with the gun, people!” He lifts up his rifle and shakes it a bit for effect. “Gun, weapon”—he gestures to the rifle, then points to himself—“me, Jesper. What is confusing here?”

Kaz rolls his eyes and Inej smiles fondly at them both.

“What news?” Kaz asks her, their standard greeting.

“Nothing you don’t already know. Bolliger is whinging about Jes thrashing him in the match.”

Jesper can just feel Kaz’s eyes on him. There goes another life. “What else?” he asks, instead of giving Kaz the satisfaction of looking back.

“That’s everything. Oh”—her eyes widen—“and they just brought in a new caravan. Cartographers, from what I’ve heard. They're combining them with our unit to go south.”

Jasper starts walking straight out of the tent. He slings his rifle over his shoulder, tucking the prize winnings away, deep into his pocket. He doesn’t give his friends an explanation—he doesn’t have time to—he’s already striding across camp. Moving purposefully towards where he knows any new caravans full of cartographers would have been parked.

Cartographers, Jesper thinks, trying and failing to tamp down on the fluttery hope rising within him. Cartographers could mean—

“Jes!”

Jesper stops dead in his tracks. There's a swarm of butterflies made up of half hope and half fear flapping up his spine. He turns, and is met with familiar wild auburn curls and wide, crystalline blue eyes.

Jesper might not be special, but right now, he’s feeling pretty fucking lucky.

“Wylan!”

They run—literally run—to meet each other's outstretched arms, crashing and holding onto each other tightly.

“Wy,” Jesper whispers. He closes his eyes and rests his head on top of Wylan’s, soft curls pillowing his cheek. Wylan melts into him, head buried in Jesper’s large coat, hugging him even tighter.

Wylan looks up, but doesn’t try to put any further space between them in the slightest. He grins. “Jesper.”

It’s a good look on him, Jesper thinks. Smiling. It makes the freckles dotted all across the bridge of his nose to his cheeks crinkle up like clusters of stars. It makes his eyes look like precious gems. Like solid cut sapphire.

Thanks for playing!

[lxlith-aftxn-cos]

Callout post on Keegs (keegans_mask) on Tiktok!

If you guys haven't heard the news, we sadly lost a Call of Duty cosplayer recently, known as Inquisitor, another Ghost cosplayer on Tiktok. Inquisitor was known for being the lightsaber Ghost. Recently, he took his life due to a rumor that wasn't even true. It fucking sickens me how bad this situation got, knowing that the people involved are grown adults. Not too long ago, Inquisitor was rumored to be a gr00mer and a ped0ph!le because of AJ lying about their age online, making him seem like the bad person. Tito was involved in this situation, along with Keegs and AJ.

This Keegan cosplayer, Keegs, was mocking him before, during, and after his stream. It makes me sick. He stated that the rumors were false and that he was speaking the truth about it. I can't believe that adults did this, grown adults. It's fucking embarrassing. NEVER fucking lie about your age on the internet just to make someone look bad, and Keegs should've never gotten involved in this, because it wasn't even about her, at all. So fucking embarrassing.

This makes me so fucking angry. I used to love Keegs, but now she's a fucking piece of shit. What she did was illegal. I hope she fucking takes time to realize that she is a fucking criminal, like seriously, this can get the authorities involved. This shit is never okay, never fucking okay. Roukin getting harassed on his stream is horrible, but not as bad as this shit. It makes me so sad. I'm a cyberbullying victim and hearing this is just so fucking depressing. I can't even fucking say how angry I am right now.

I hope Keegs, AJ, and Tito realize how horrible they are. I hope they realize that it's too fucking late to apologize. I hope they accept the fact that they are shit people for causing Inquisitor's death. What they did, is so fucking wrong. Mocking him at his lowest point is the worst fucking thing she did, no apology, held no accountability towards her actions, nothing. I don't fucking care at this point. Nothing will make me feel better anymore. Nothing will make me forgive her. I have never felt so angry at these people. Grown adults doing this? How embarrassing. Be ashamed of what you did.

Inquisitor was never a gr00mer. You knew damn well he wasn't Keegs, AJ, and Tito. It's too late to fix what you fucking did, you can't run from what you did, Keegs. You knew damn well what you did was wrong. You knew.

Rest you poor soul, Inquisitor...

May you be missed, stay frosty...

[dozyrogue]

UUUMMM I WAAS JOKING WHEN I SAID START A HOUSE FIRE

BUT HE ACTUALLY FUCKING DID IT, THR ALARMS R GOING OFF

AGAIN IT FEELS LIKE AN EPISODE OF THE OFFICE LMAOO

POOR DANI COY LOOKS SO TIRED LMAOOO

Keegs is just vibes lmaoo

[asktaskforce141]

Arghrghrrhhrhr, Keegs, I had a fever since yesterday it's soooooooo bad D:< some comfort? ^^'

— 🪐

Saturn anon, poor little thing, c'mere. Let me fix you a nice warm dinner, maybe run you a bath in my barracks room, yeah? Work on getting rid of those chills and bring down your fever a little? 💙 I also want you to drink lots of water for me, gotta take care of yourself, yeah? I've got you...

- Keegan "The P is Silent" Russ 😎

[exactlystickytrash]

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[talenlee]

Sprint: Four Characters Describe Brother Fratatelli

Know One Stone? No? Well, this might be hard to follow. I’m thinking about how badly the characters in that book are explained visually, how I don’t take opportunities to really go indepth with how characters look. Here then is a test text sample of how each of the major characters in One Stone would describe one of their own, Brother Fratarelli. He’s a priest, he’s nice, and he’s fat.

I am particularly keenly conscious of this last point because rereading the book I kind hammer on the fact he’s fat in some really pointless ways. Rafe in particular refers to his fatness in internal dialogue a lot, and I need to bore into why Rafe would do that.

Anyway, the simple idea I had at first was that of the four characters:

Rafe sees class signifiers

Aderyn sees weaknesses and objectively verifiable surrounding material

Kivis sees emotional boundaries

Fratarelli himself sees anxieties and fears

Here then!

Rafe

The monk – it was monk, right, with the robes that had a hood on them, the brown sack-like fabric and the knotted ties around on it because buttons were unholy according to some weirdo or other – mostly reminded Rafe of a particularly anxious egg. The man – definitely not a boy, not in the same class of thing as Rafe himself, even if the guy carried himself with a nervousness that didn’t feel like those men who asserted themselves on the world – was maybe what, twice Rafe’s age, and fat. Rafe knew enough about fatness to know that there were fat people who liked to be called fat and fat people who didn’t mind being called fat and there were fat people who got mad about being called fat, but Fratarelli was the kind of guy who couldn’t contest being called fat. It wasn’t the fat of the day labourers who lived on beer and boats, all broad shoulders and hard muscle leading down into a body shaped like a barrel all up and down. It was fat, in that when he walked his midsection swayed.

It was weird though because Rafe had seen plenty of fat people but not many fat poor people. Dude was a monk, though, looked right at your face at first. Palms were all soft, had ink under his fingernails. Moved around a lot, which was weird – didn’t fat people sit still a lot? Listened to and talked to people, real talky type. Shiny forehead, big brown eyes, hair going all silvery at the edges and the back. Was he bald or did he shave?

Rafe didn’t trust him, but he didn’t trust anyone who had a place to live.

Aderyn

Francis Fratarelli, aged thirty seven and a half, one hundred sixy seven cims in height and a hundred and forty or so keegs in weight. Priest (ordained) and deacon (mundane operator) of a small church. Almost no capacity to defend himself from the sides or back. Poor spatial awareness and a reliance on cultural positioning to make himself safe from attack in common spaces. Attack from the front probably fruitless; head and torso capable of free movement, and midsection likely to endure a stabbing wound to the stomach. Well connected to a large number of people, a congregation of at least fifty people who would notice if he went missing. Skills include cooking, sewing, boiler maintenance and literacy. Good natured and probably of no threat to anyone between ethical boundaries and unwillingness to do personal harm.

Extremely confusing that this man hired an assassin and bought a murderer, though. That did merit some consideration.

Kivis

It was Francis, alright. The anxious, querulous, nebbish student, who had turned to books to answer ‘why’ and only found a soft voice whispering back ‘why not?’ Francis’ time had been far less gentle to him than it should have been – he wasn’t much older than Kivis but the man still carried himself with the slumped-down beaten-up steps of someone whose job had been killing him for forty years and he was still in his thirties. Prematurely grey, they’d say, but really, if he didn’t live in the shadow of the soot-belching stacks of the city and get such a regular dusting from it, he’d probably have completely white hair. The bowl between his fingers made a soft tappa tappa tappa against the surface of the table while he turned it over and over in his hands, still as he could make it.

It wasn’t like she’d asked the question to invoke this kind of crisis, it was just that when left to his own devices, she felt like Francis would try and find a crisis to happen upon him. There was always that problem when you were overburdened with questions. You got comfortable with them and then something providing an answer wasn’t a resolution, it was stealing one of your pillows. Francis was a man whose fears warred with one another, and who she could trust to do the right thing, when his panic left him no alternative. Ruddy skin and bit-back nails, but still, as always, smiling when he spoke to her.

Where better to be anxious, then anxious with a friend.

Fratarelli

In the thin sliver of metal-tinged glass that rested over the sink the Brother regarded his complexion with a hopeful want that something would be different after all that had entailed. No stigmata nor brand had evinced itself on the pale skin at the top of his forehead, where his hair had escaped, the redness of his cheeks and throat remaining as untouched by beard as it was by creeping veins showing a deep corruption within. Somehow despite having sentenced two men to their death last night, in that frantic study, he could not find any sign of it. The same hazel eyes, sad and weary. The same ashed hair, still remembering a trauma of long ago. The same giant wing-nut ears he was sure everyone noticed and nobody was cruel enough to comment on. The same rounded little short nose, the one that made him look friendly, the one that made him look… soft.

This was the face of a criminal mastermind.

Cold water sloshed over rubbing hands around hard soap that smelled of nothing as much as soapness. He patted down his neck and swiped those hands through his hair, pushing it back down against his sclap where it was thicker, before drawing himself up, drawing in a big breath and considering the spectacle of himself. Was this what death looked like? Was this the person he had been yesterday? Had he always had the thoughtful pout to his lips, had he always opened his mouth one side slightly early because he knew people would notice the missing tooth if he didn’t try to hide it? Could, simply put, anyone tell?

Releasing his breath and letting his belly slop back into place with a defeated sigh, the priest regarded himself once more in his little broken mirror. It seemed to him most unfair. If he had done this and nobody would notice, then it spoke to all sorts of other things people did and nobody around them would notice, too. The joyous shape of him was somehow uninterrupted by the interposition in his life of a dreadful conspiratorial sin in the name of letting poor women control how often they had children. His eyes weren’t even bloodshot, like they often got when he had a good cry.

Maybe Kivis would have some advice about this. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d get distracted making her breakfast, and these thoughts would drip away until he was washing his face tomorrow morning, and he’d do this all again.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[saralou23]

This scene well and truly broke my heart it really did 😔

[fauchart]

Where did you get inspiration for your characters from?

Most of my OCs are fandom based, but I do have some more original stuff, like the Greenport story I created with @keegsrawrats ♥ Her main OC for it is Katherine, and my main ones are Pernelle and Marc.

My inspirations for them were mostly Historical, Pernelle Flamel having existed irl 700 years ago, and Marc being based on the demon Marchosias from the Ars Goetia.

Keeg’s OC Katherine is a photographer who gets wrapped up in this supernatural chaos and it’s a joy htgbgh

Marc and her kinda act like siblings, with all the bickering that entails.

[fazcinatingblog]

[faccal]

📓

(Please and thank you.)

I was about to make that joke too, haha. You beat me to it <.<

Alrighty then, let's do another!

Alrighty then, so another wip/fic idea that I have, and often day dream about, is a vampire AU. I have so much planned for it, and already tried posting it once a year or two ago and deleted it pretty quickly.

The year is never specified, on purpose, but it takes place in the mid-late 1800s in an almost alternate timeline than our own. I say almost because while homosexuality isn't frowned upon by the rich, many of the poorer communities are harassed by the other poor folk and their communities due to their beliefs.

Now, Logan helps his father and brother on their farm which used to belong to his mother's side of the family. Elias comes from a long line of hunters, dating back to the early days of America. He has an injured knee and often visits a friend he refers to as Merrick. Hesh has a slight drinking problem, and often gets into elite parties by wooing the ladies.

Logan is first introduced via dreaming about a gorgeous man with ice blue eyes and black hair. (Cliche, I know, lol) and later purchases a book about dreams affecting reality and vice versa from an old friend who sells odd (and sometimes illegal) items.

Logan goes about his day to day, eventually drawing and painting the man from his dreams. Elias panics when he first sees it, as if he recognizes the man and demands to know where he saw him. Logan tells him in his dreams, that's where he sees the man.

Their cattle start to die, two fang marks usually by an artery, and drained of all their blood. Elias tries to pass this off as a weird animal attack, but they happen more and more, and by the look on Elias's face, Logan knows it's not a simple animal attack.

Logan eventually meets Merrick and doesn't like him. He finds the man arrogant and obnoxious. (He really is in this fic) Merrick talks about needing to train them, but Logan refuses, not knowing what he wants to train them for. Hesh is more than willing, wanting to know what this is for. Merrick really wants Logan to join them, he says he was born to be a hunter. Logan tells him that he used to hunt with his father before he got injured, put plenty of deer on the table. He's happy being a farmer now. He leaves without allowing Merrick to explain further, Hesh following shortly after, telling him he needs to relax and that they should sneak into a party for the wealthy class. Logan wants to say no, but eventually agrees, and later that night they find their best clothes and sneak into the party and mansion of Ephatles Wraithbane. (Some may recognize his name from my Prince AU Thorns and Roses)

It's a great party, Hesh gets drunk, and Logan decides after a while of just standing away from everyone, that he should go home. Hesh tells him to go on ahead, he'll hang back and take the other horse home.

Logan takes his horse, and begins the slow journey home. He gets an itchy feeling in the back of his head, he's being watched. He picks up his pace and tries to take a shortcut through the woods, which turns out to be the wrong idea as his horse spooks, something is chasing him, hunting him. He tries to outrun it, but there's snow on the ground with fresh snow falling from the sky. His horse's hoof gets caught on a root and they go flying, his ankle twisting as he's flung from the horse. His horse flips and landing heavily on it's back, Logan slamming into the ground hard beside it. He's knocked unconscious, the thing(s) hunting him unable to follow onto the land with a small hut and barn on it.

When he wakes, the man from his dreams is staring at him, pale skin, cold blue eyes, and a strain in his neck, the man's eyes staring heavily at Logan's own neck.

Anyhoot, there's a LOT, I mean A LOT, more planned for this, lots of background and ideas, including Keegan's past, who he is, Logan's history, and so much more.

Pretty much the idea though is Logan being nursed back to health by Keegan (who is actually being hunted by Merrick) and Keegan has a friend, a little old lady who helps keeps his house and land hidden from the evil hunter Merrick XD

Ajax, Kick, Rorke, and many of my OCs are in it as well. Ajax and Alondrez (my oc) are introduced later, Kick has ties to Keegan, as does Rorke, and I may add Grim and Torch in too, as well as Neptune. I haven't exactly figured out where they'd fit in, though.

So yeah, Vampire AU!!! I've actually written a chapter or two, and some stuff that doesn't make sense. The title is in Romanian I believe, I used a digital translator so it's probably wrong. It's supposed to be Printul Osânditilor, and that's the playlist i have for it so far. Not in any particular order, lol. It's supposed to mean Prince of Darkness, if I remember correctly. But, as I said before, it's more than likely wrong, lol.

Also there's a woman in a painting that hangs in Keegan's hut, made before she made her journey to America with the settlers, and she has long, curly black hair and piercing blue eyes. She's referred to simply as "The Mother" or "Night Mother"

I also have a whole (I guess it a mythology?) For how my vampires work, the difference between pure bloods and those who are turned, the powers they hold, and how the Russ bloodline comes from ancient ties and is one of like seven original bloodlines.

Also Logan is his canon in-game age, 26, Hesh 28, and everyone else is the game age as well.

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Hi so I had this sorta funny idea. could I request headcanons for hizashi keigo and aizawa somehow upsetting their s/o (not too serious but she's still mad) and her vowing to get back at them not telling how, when or where but tells them to just watch their back and it making the guys a little jumpy whenever they show up around them when they're at work and maybe she's not really gonna do anything except let their own paranoia be punishment

omg drake and josh vibes i see u this is funny! For sure! Under da cut <3

Hizashi: It really was NOT his fault you scared easy, He didn’t do it on purpose (He did it on purpose) ‘Hizashi there is no way to jump behind someone wearing headphones, grab them, and scream boo accidentally!’ ‘it was an impulse! Habitual!’ ‘Either way! It’s the principal of the thing!’  When you warn him he’s gonna pay for it he just laughs, seriously, come on what could you actually do...right?  Things go back to normal hardly an hour after the small confrontation but in the coming days you randomly take on this...tone with him..like you’re up to no good. It freaks him out. He checks the bolts on every chair before he sits down.  He’s jumpy, everyone notices it, even more so when you’re around and looking bored. Aizawa has WAY too much fun with it, if he’s sitting beside Hizashi he’s definitely gonna mutter out a , ‘watch out behind you.’ Just to watch the blonde sputter and spin rapidly around. He’s about to take a bite of food or a sip of his drink and Aizawa will say something like, “are you really hungry?” or “I wouldn’t drink that, personally.” While you snicker across the room at him. He’ll try to make it up to you and he’s extra nice in the coming days but the aura of mischief around you doesn’t disperse at this point he’s terrified.  Even just coming up behind him with a ‘hey Zashi.’ is enough to make him jump out of his skin at you. After a week or so, you start to feel a little guilty.  “Hey you” You chirp hands coming down on his shoulders, he looks skeeved out, like you’ve got a handful of bugs you’re about to drop on him, or worse. “What’s with that face?” You frown at him, “don’t you love me anymore?”  “Of course I love you!” He’ll protest boisterously. “Then relax.” You laugh, “I’m not gonna do anything to you. I just wanted to scare you back.”  He’ll cry about how evil you are the whole way home.  Keigo: Food was food. He saw food, he ate it. It’s not like you’d starve without it! And how was he to know? You didn’t seem all that mad, just a little peeved, which he thought was fair, a couple minutes of brooding and you’d go get cozy with him again. But instead, you insist you’re gonna ‘get back at him when he least expects it’  It doesn’t bother him at first, but then you’re being extra nice, showing up to the agency, smiling at him, kissing him all the time, but all of it is done with an undeniable air of mischief. Something smelt funny here.  He starts to be wary of you, wariness turns into full-blown paranoia.  “You’re jumpy.” Even Tokoyami would notice.  “I’m not.”  “Hey, Keegs I was in the area so-” Your voice alone triggers flailing and falling and jumping, “what the hell?!” You’ll make dinner for the pair of you then say something vague and uncomfortable like, “suddenly I’m not very hungry.”   When he takes off his jacket you murmur out a, “be a shame if something happened to that huh?”  Enji notices, thinks it’s kind of pathetic but also does nothing to calm his nerves, he doesn’t have much of a sense of humor but it’s always fun to watch this guy act like an idiot. “Hey is that who I think it is?” He’ll say as they walk down a main road together in broad daylight, but still, Keigo will look like he’s walking into a dark alley at 3 AM all of a sudden. It’ll probably be Tokoyami who puts him onto the idea of ‘paranoia is his punishment’ but the amount of fear that strikes into him is terrible, you were too good, you deserved to be feared.  You take pity on him about a week after. “Keigo, come here, I need help please.”  “eeehh I dunno-” He looks wary of you but slowly approaches you anyways.  “Closer.” You frown until he’s bending down before you.  “Okay kiss me-” “No way.” “HURTFUL!” You gasp, “I’m trying to make up! I’m not gonna do anything I just wanted to freak you out as payback!” You shove him, “jerk! Go away.” “No, wait, I’ll kiss you!” 

Aizawa He knew it was your favorite sweater, and he was going to return it, honestly, it wasn’t his fault a small..minor..explosive fight..broke out... and that he had to break it up and in the process perhaps your sweater...caught..fire. Though Bakugou and Midoriya did receive very intense death glares once he realizes his misstep. You were definitely gonna be mad at him. Sure enough, you are, and when you vow to get back at him it does send just the tiniest chill up his spine. He wasn’t scared of a lot of things, he’d argue that he was mostly unafraid of everything, bugs didn’t bother him, not heights, high speeds, big villains, physical fights, injury, all of it was part of his reality, but you...when you had that aura of absolutely up to no good..well anyone would be a little nervous.  Hizashi absolutely loses it when he’s sitting across a table from Aizawa and you come up from behind the poor man and rub his shoulders with a long drawn out, “Hey Shou..” He’s never seen his friend's eyes so wide.  The others are more subtle Aizawa is outright and blunt. Phrases like “Get away from me.” or “please get away from me” and “What are you doing with that?” also “I can’t deal with this right now.” and “stop looking at me like that or so help me god.” become common whenever you enter a room.  Hizashi has way too much fun, with it, “are you gonna take a nap right now? They could be anywhere you know.” suddenly he isn’t so tired. The paranoia came from the fact he had no clue what you would do. You were a capable young professional, you could do some serious damage if you took him by surprise.  Even Toshinori, who tries not to make laughing at other’s misfortune a habit, can’t help but laugh at how skittish Aizawa is. Even his students notice him tense up at your voice or the mention of you. You cave after he tells you to, ‘get away from me before I have a fucking conniption.’ for the tenth time in just a few days.  “Okay don’t give yourself a heart attack. I was just playing with you...as payback. I didn’t think it’d work so well I feel kinda bad now.”  “That...is so cruel.” “Shou you started it by running that sweater!”  “Yeah and I’ll end it when you least expect it.”