#thelostboys 1987

[gothamslostboy]

•Favorite Place To Kiss You•

David

HAND

Specifically the back of the hand

But he also loves kissing your palm

Just a little bit less

He holds it in both of his hands

And looks you in the eyes as he smiles and kisses it gently

He does it like

aallllllllll

The time

Sitting in the cave relaxing? Hand kiss

Out on the boardwalk picking a snack? Smooch

Worried about something he’s about to do? Hand kiss “don’t worry babydoll, I’ve got this under control”

The first time he kisses you & all the boys was a hand kiss

He’s obsessed with it

Dwayne

FOREHEAD

This one is pretty obvious

I know Billy Wirth is 5’ 11”

But I imagine Dwayne as 6’ 4” or more

So it’s objectively the second easiest place to kiss you

But he has a reason to prefer it over the top of your head

Kissing someone’s forehead is a sign of adoration

It’s also a way to comfort someone

When Dwayne specifically does it, he’s telling you that you’re safe from harm

That he’ll always be there to protect you

Emotionally and physically

He does it as a hello and goodbye

And also uses it as an “I love you” w/o having to verbally say it

It’s a gentle kiss

But if he was worried about you or you’re hurt it’s quicker and a bit forceful

Usually hugging you when he does it

Paul

LIPS

He’s a big fan of the classic

Let’s be real

Paul kisses you all over no matter where you are

But most often it’s the lips

Also says something cheesy

“Give me some sugar, Sugar;]”

Very rarely is it a peck on the lips

Paul would make out with you every time if you let him

Sometimes he forgets that you need to breathe

If he’s excited about something which is basically all the time he puts some extra passion into the kiss

But also gives really sweet, long, gentle kisses when it’s a more chill environment

The first time he gives you one of those kisses is when you two say I love you for the first time

And believe me

You’re trying to get another one of those asap

Marko

NECK/COLLARBONE

He’s the most territorial of the boys imo

They all are,

But Marko wins by far

What’s his is his and gods save the dumbasses who try to interfere

Besides his brothers, he can share with them

And the best way to let everyone know you’re his?

Hickeys

aalllllll over this area

The other boys are genuinely concerned you’re hurt right after you leave Marko’s nest

Marko also just likes to see your reaction

Anytime your heart rate increases

A shiver runs down your spine

Or goosebumps appear on your skin

Marko relishes in the fact he caused it

And you bet your ass he does this shit in public

Specifically when someone flirts with you

Mid sentence while you’re rejecting them

He just comes up behind you and starts marking you

Making eye contact with the idiot until they go away

He also eats them later but whatever

Another benefit he enjoys

He can hear the blood pulsing through your veins and feel your pulse

He always kisses a new hickey gently after making it

——— TAGS ———

@britany1997

[scansfrommagazinesandbooks]

[miragiri-haruto]

Traditional drawing of Marko ✨ I actually finished this before Paul, but I was just so excited to post since it took almost a week to finish my digital piece

He’s fr a Greek sculpture 😩💖

[gothreeves]

If you only see The Lost Boys as an 80s horror film and not a piece of queer art, did you even watch the film?

[thedieingchild]

someone showed me this on everskies so im gonna post it here thought it was cool!!!!:3❤️🦇

[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The Range Rover my mother retained in the divorce was filled with little. Mom had a small trailer attached to the station wagon's rear, which contained most of our meager possessions. Mom only bothered taking a little from the marriage - just what she needed, like clothes and small possessions. 

Inside the trailer was my bicycle, amongst our other belongings. I had a driver's license, but my parents revoked my privilege when my eating disorder got out of hand. Therefore, my Schwinn bicycle was my primary method of transportation, which was a win in my eyes. I also got to burn off calories I hadn't even consumed. 

I started to remove the boxes, clearly labeled. Sam's comic box was one of the heaviest outside of my two boxes of books. During the move, I had to downsize my collection. But that was a good cleaning opportunity. It allowed me to review and evaluate every book I owned or collected. I determined if I liked the book enough to read again or if I thought that it belonged in my collection. At the end of my book cleaning, I was left with mainly classics, a few books that I read and wanted to reread, and then about six books that I didn't have a chance to read. 

Since I wasn't optimistic about the room situation, I grabbed the box of miscellaneous kitchen items. Sam tried to inch away, but I grabbed him by the collar. He yelped at a possible stretch when I dumped the box of comics into his arms. Sam huffed but followed me into the house. 

"When you put those boxes down, the empty rooms are up the stairs," Grandpa stated, momentarily breaking the conversation with Mom. I nodded to show that I heard, and Sam continued behind me, curious about the interior of the log-cabinesque home. 

"You two can pick first," Mom nodded at me. I smiled at my Mom in understanding and acknowledgment before I took my first step into the home. 

It looked how I pictured it. Dark wood, with a cabin-like appearance. There was a loft overlooking the living room but a lack of natural light. The furniture was dark and wooden, seemingly hand-hewn. If there had ever been a woman's touch in the decoration, it was lost underneath the numerous taxidermied animals and masculine furniture. 

"This is like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre!" Sam complained, being overly dramatic about the house. I rolled my eyes at his dramatism and theatrics, walking over the hardwood floors to the kitchen. Thankfully, the kitchen was lighter than the main cabin and could easily be seen in the gloom of the house. I just walked through the kitchen towards the back door, where I deposited the box of kitchen supplies by the door. 

"What's wrong with this picture!" Sam's voice was louder and squeaker as he continued whining about our new home. "There's no TV! Have you seen a TV? I haven't seen a TV Aria! You know what it means when there's no TV? NO MTV!"

I didn't bother to voice a response to my brother. He was being dramatic and throwing a temper tantrum over a television set. I, for one, was glad to not have a television in the house. It would mean less distraction and more time for Sam to annoy me. Instead, I walked towards my brother, stopping momentarily and tapping on the comic book box. I raised an eyebrow, and then I walked around him. While he was distracted, I could pick a room. 

There were twenty steps leading to the second floor. When I had made it up about twelve steps, I had to stop for breath. My lungs burned, my thighs ached, and I had black dots at the edge of my vision. Not to mention the heart palpitations literally taking my breath away. I didn't want Mom or Sam to see me in this state, so when I heard footsteps and their voice coming closer, I continued my trek up the last few stairs. 

I poked my head into the rooms, finally deciding on the room that overlooked the paddock. The window allowed ample light to waft through the thin, lacy curtains. The room was big enough to be comfortable, and a bookcase was a bonus part of the wall. It was built in, which would mean less money to make the room more hospitable. 

I set the duffel bag full of clothing onto the bed. Sam ran up the stairs and tried to claim the room. I folded my arms in front of my chest and tapped my foot. Sam had to concede defeat. He chose the room that adjoined the bathroom. It was a Jack and Jill room. I rolled my eyes - Sam was utterly disgusting in the bathroom. He never cleaned, but at least we had separate rooms. 

I opened the window while Sam thundered down the stairs. I smiled, feeling the sun's rays warming my skin. Mom shouted at Sam to stop running. That's when I gathered the rest of the things from the car. 

Sam's astute awareness of my ailments meant he realized I was struggling to trek up and down the stairs. Thankfully, instead of making a scene about my weakened state, Sam brought the heavier boxes up the stairs. Once he was finished, I nodded at him in thanks. 

"Honey, did you find a room?" My mother asked, turning her gentle gaze onto me. I wished I could wear short hair like my Mom, mainly due to the sweat beading in my hairline. 

I nodded with a smile. I actually liked my new room. It was a sharp contrast to my previous room in Phoenix, but it was cozy. I had ample amount of room for my books and room for growth. I made my way up the stairs, feeling as though I might pass out by the time I reached my room. 

In case I did pass out, I shut the door. I didn't want my Mom or Sam to spy me sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. If I passed out, I knew from experience that I would wake up on my own. I sat on the bed, head between my knees, waiting for the feeling to fade. Once more stable, I stood and began removing the books from the boxes. 

"Honey," my Mom knocked on the door and peeked her head in. "I'm taking you and your brother to the boardwalk tonight. Dinner will be at 6, then we will leave around 7:30. Alright?"

I gave a nod to show I heard. Then, I continued to put my books on the shelves. I decided that it would take too long tonight to sort the books. I wanted them out of the boxes, not contained for months. Therefore, I could sort them by genre tomorrow and then alphabetize the novels.  Chapter Three

[beldamdoll]

Drafting up a new book a lost boys fic! I have potential titles but first i want a few opinions on what title stands out the most!

[dickgraysonsluvr]

jason patric as michael emerson in 'the lost boys' (1987)

[carleighalpha]

Come Closer

Dwayne has noticed that {Y/N} has been a bit off. One day, he checks on her and one sniff is all it takes to help her out.

Rating: M

Word Count: 900

Imagine: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: Knotting & Heats.

{Y/N} watched as the boys did what they normally do, discussing who they were gonna stalk to eat. {Y/N} just laid in her little area. A big bed with a canopy to hide herself. {Y/N} was Dwayne’s human girl and the Lost Boys understood when a vampire declared someone theirs, it was hands off. {Y/N} felt hot as she wore only her shawl, light tank top and long yoga pants. The sweat on her brow didn’t help as she got under a blanket.

“ {Y/N}, you ok?” Laddie, the fledgling, asked her. {Y/N} poked her head out of her canopy and nodded.

“ I’m ok, just don’t feel the best.” {Y/N} replied before going back into her canopy covered bed. The moonstone pentagram earring displayed on her right ear lit up under the small beams of light. Laddie let the poor girl sleep. He walked over to Star.

“ Is {Y/N} ok?” Dwayne asked as he overheard his girl wasn’t feeling so good.

“ She said she doesn’t feel the best.” Laddie said as Dwayne looked over at the space with the black canopy. He inhaled deeply and immediately knew what was wrong.

“ David, can you get everyone out.” Dwayne asked of his bud, his leader.

“ Why, what’s the issue?” David asked his friend.

“ My girl’s heat is here and I need to you know. If you catch my drift.” Dwayne replied as David smirked.

“ Your girl has a hot issue.” David said before looking at the group.

“ Let’s eat boys.” David said as Marko cheered and Paul laughed out loud. Star and Laddie followed to lure people. The cave only had Dwayne and {Y/N} left. He walked over to her as the smell of his girl was getting to him. His pupils widening at the deep lust and longing to make her full.

“ You ok doll?” Dwayne asked as {Y/N} looked at him with lust blown pupils.

“ Dwayne, it hurts. Please!” She said as the cramps and the heat began to drive her up a mental wall. She paws at his jacket. He gets to her level and removes it. Dwayne listened to her whimper as she kissed him. He removes her shawl and rips her tip off. Playing with one breast as he kisses her deeply. His member was hard in his jeans.

“ God you are hot.” Dwayne whispered as he got up and undid his belt. {Y/N} removed her pants to become bare to her lover. The smell of her heat was getting to him as he removed his jeans. He went past the canopy and quickly began to pull her thighs apart and began to lick with a vigor that {Y/N} loved. With each lick, his ridged tongue would oh so carefully ghost her clit. With every stripe upon her, the inner core tightened before he skillfully began to scissor two fingers inside her to the point that her cries bellowed from her throat as slick squirted and latched to his skin. He pulled his fingers out and lapped at the liquid on his wrist before showing her his fingers. She eagerly put them in her mouth and sucked the juices. Dwayne then kissed her as he positioned himself at her core.

“ I will take care of you.” Dwayne said before entering her, the heat was driving him nuts. He began to pound within. {Y/N} wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to kiss her neck.

“ It’s ok, I trust you.” {Y/N} whispered as Dwayne felt his fangs pop. Carefully finding a good place, he bites into her shoulder and begins to drink. The euphoria began to build up within her that it was mind numbing. Dwayne stopped drinking from her and sealed the bite with his saliva. He looked at her with those heat blinded eyes. 

“ You sure you're ok?” He asked as she came and held him.

“ I’m yours.” She whispered. That did it. Dwayne began his pace again. She gave him those words and he was going to finish and help his girl. The heat, the lust, all of it finally threw him over the edge and his knot inflated within {Y/N}. Her satiated cries filled his ears as he stilled. He looked down at her and smiled.

“ Do you feel better?” He asked as he laid down on his back so his girl was on him. No tugging or being uncomfortable.

“ Tons.” {Y/N} said as Dwayne smiled. He kissed her then pulled away. He felt the earring he got her when he declared her as his.

“ You know I love you.” He said as he played with a lock of her {H/L} {H/C} hair.

“ As I love you.” She said with a grin. He then just held her close. This was his girl and he was hers.

“ I might be able to talk to David about making you a vampire.” Dwayne said as {Y/N} looked up at him. She always wanted to be one. She had no family, no siblings, nothing.

“ Maybe, if he can ever get laid.” {Y/N} said with a chuckle. Dwayne loved her humor, she didn’t mind blood or death.

“ I think he will.” Dwayne said with a sincere smile.

“ I hope so, I want you all to myself.” {Y/N} said with a grin that he appreciated it to no end.

[loganisanerd]

Drew my fav vampire pookie pls accept me Lost Boys Fandom where ever you are

[edgelordfinalboss]

🌊OF SHARP STONES🌊

SECTION ONE: OCEAN

Chapter: Introduction//Prologue

Fandom: The Lost Boys (1987)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Witch hunting, Witch burning, Witchcraft, Trauma and Character death.

Summary: A coven of witches living on the beach of Santa Carla have to deal with the death of their leader after a lethal witch burning that leads to the bounty hunting of both them and their romantic partners, the notorious lost boys of Santa Carla. Yet, something more terrifying lives in Santa Carla and it's the spirits of those killed by the hunting, begging for revenge.

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🎠Kimora🎠

Night has long fallen.

Upon the pier sits a gathering of birds, crying out my summons within their own strange language. The beat of their wings, silvery and onyx along with the song of their caws once had filled me with awe. Now it's only a nuisance and a reflection of my shortcomings.

A witch without her familiar is as dangerous as holding a wild viper, no protection in her craft or against those who seek to harm her. The birds call out to a familiar seeking a witch but it seems that all of them are too far from earshot.

"Maybe they're dead, Kimora." The blonde lays across my lap, his blue eyes tinted with flecks of gold. "Or deaf."

"Don't speak of misfortune." I'm quick to hush him. "Paul, you know what happens when a witch loses her familiar or worse, never finds them."

"Maybe you have found them." Paul reaches for my hand, his bracelets shimmering and clinking against mine.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Star has David. She lost her familiar but with him, she seems quite fine." Our hands intertwine, the cold of his fingers becoming less bothersome with the passing of months. They cling on to the warmth of a recent feeding, but it's quickly passing, leaving the warm tone of his skin to pale to his unique silvery gleam.

"But she's not. You can't be my familiar, Paul. That doesn't even sound right." I lean back and listen to the magic below, the blue and turquoise waves crashing on the shore of the beach. It sounds much like electric currents, shifting through the waves, up and under the crash in the way that fish do.

"Oh, am I far too lame, not magical enough?" The dramatic part of him itches to push at my core but I can barely hinder my laugh, the true me that all the harsh training and shadow work could never bury away for good.

"No way."

"Then what is it?" Lifting himself, he throws his head back to slap me in the face with his golden hair. His beads and bangles chime softly, even the hook of sapphire stone and vibrant sea glass I hooked in his hair creates their own song.

"You don't understand witches. Our familiars can't be humans."

"You talk about witches like you're some kinda secret club, much like us vampires but witches always have to be superior, you can't sit with us types." Paul jokes around. "Well, I'm not human."

"Familiars have to be ancient spirits in the form of animals," I say, pretending to be tired of going back and forth with him. "Not human, not vampire, not werewolf, not witch."

"I know." His breaths slow. "But what about us? When that animal comes, cat, dog, or whatever you'll have less time for me. Less time for our jukebox dinners, less time to play records or shred a guitar with me. I'm scared that I'm gonna lose you."

Paul has always been the small feeling of warmth that lasts in my heart through the lonely nights, the reason I would sneak away from the coven's beach house at twilight. When I had first met him I was far different, plump with pecan tan skin and a hunger for familiarity, a hunger for the snow-capped mountains and the endless wildness of home.

Now my muscles have formed from straining the magic within my blood, dancing with it, and burning my skin under the scorching Santa Carla sun. My body, one I was unhappy in had grown consistent in muscle mass, yet, still, I've found no peace in my self-perception. Paul was a force to be reckoned with on his own but still, somehow he'd remained playful and carefree.

It was what drew me to him amongst other listable things, of course.

He was the cool water on the scorching sand.

"Do you really think a familiar will change things?" I lift my hand to his face, cupping his cheek.

"You'll be doing much more magic." He whispers. "You and the coven might disband."

"Never."

"Star left the coven and joined us." He looks off in the distance as a ship rings its bell across the waves. The chime echoes in my head, ringing as I try not to get lost in my thoughts.

"She lost her familiar. It was no way that we could convince her that she was still one of us. She was also terrified of her family's judgment." I hold his hand tight.

We both sit in silence as the ship passes below us, heading towards the boardwalk. Leaning against his shoulder, I wonder if he truly believes it. Lines of bright gold lights up a clear path through the ocean as the blue and white hunk of metal slices through the waves.

"And you know how much Darla loves Marko and Dwayne has the hots for Angel."

"Yeah."

"Your uncontrollable powers and my hunger for blood." He chuckles. "We make one deadly duo."

"And none of us will age." I say. "We'll always be young."

I stand up, called to the trees by something that rings through my blood like the bells of the ships docked. I know it isn't that though because this sound is far too strong. It isn't tangible or has a source I can pinpoint. Though, it's personal.

Paul stands with me, the metal decor of his jacket jingling softly as we leave the wooden pier and head toward the beach. He silently follows close, not questioning my reasoning as he used to. It's our ever-growing trust combined with the little things that my magic has found that keep him from stopping me. Antiques and small trinkets, sometimes trespassers on witchland that made him a nice blood snack, and another picture on the missing board.

The lights of the ferris wheel and the millions of attractions splayed out across the boardwalk catch my eye but the feelings running strong through my veins keep me on my path, strengthening it so that if I wanted to break away from it, my attempts would be in vain.

The wood of the pier disappears into metal gates, chain link fences, and sand as we cross the threshold, the waters fading into golden sand stretches and shrubs. The salty smell of the water fills my nostrils, a smell that took nearly six months to get used to.

My eyes stay on the trees swaying in the wind, the shadows that dance on the forest floor through the space where light pierces through the veil of darkness. The birds on the pier, the servants of the witches lift and fade into the night as flashes of black.

Maybe it's my familiar. I doubt it though.

My feet don't stop as Paul steps to my side, his eyes filled with worry and a silent plea to turn around. It's unclear if he can sense that something is wrong. If even the vampire feels the stillness in the air, I know I should note.

The tree branches poke into my sides as I slap them away, moving farther and farther through the forest. They leave scars on my face, drawing blood as the pines reach out. The ground thins but my feet are dragged along by a sensation burning through my body, seeping into every part of my being. The sweet smell of pine hangs on the leaves, getting stronger with each step.

"No!" I fall to my knees as the earth slants downward, leaving me without a foothold as Paul does the same. Shocked, even he's not fast enough to hold us both up as we plummet down into the earth's pore.

Through the crashing and thrashing, nothing holds me. With every rock that my feet touch, they simply fall with me and the awkwardly twisting branches snap.

I dislodge pieces of the earth as I grapple at stones, slippery with what feels like ocean mist. My feet kick up stones and gravel as I fall. Paul calls me as he half floats, half falls through the space.

"Blood!"

Halfway through calling me, he stops.

With one last slam into the earth, it all gives away and I hit the ground with no warning. Pines cones and needles lay under my back with the occasional stone ripping into my skin.

The sky hangs above dotted with thousands of blinking stars, twisting and twirling in the night sky. They fall around the moon as if in mourning, a sign that had only happened during the final witch trials, the symbol that marked the last burning, never happening before or again in history.

Crunching on the leaves breaks my eyes away from the sky, the panic of Paul reminding me that this isn't some weird dream. That this is real and my blood, the life of me led me here.

"Kimmy." His hands find my face.

I look up and see his fangs and the tremble of his body, the attempt to keep himself from vamping out.

"What?" I lift my eyes to the circle of sticks that surround me against the trees, each stick only a few feet away from the other in the clearing with charred lumps attached to them with the smell of magic and blood in the air. I can barely make out what they are, but like some ancient connection that ignites the primal fear of all witches, I scream loud and guttural.

I gasp, dragging myself up despite the pain in my back and arms. My feet threaten to drag me back down as Paul fights against his hunger and true nature.

"No. No. No!" I scream to the poles, to the bones that remain, and the blood that seeps from the pine wood to the earth. Small crosses litter the earth, poking up from the litter of dried-out pine needles.

My magic threatens to burst from my veins and set the entirety of Santa Carla's forest ablaze but Paul's grip on me keeps me restrained. Not that could but I would do anything to calm my anger and fear.

The memories of this place go straight to my head with a hazy fog as I touch a torn piece of fabric from a frilly young witch's blouse that hangs on the splinters of the partially burnt pole.

The scene comes to me. It smells of sage and warm cinnamon pies, the dinners of the witches of the bluff, a coven far from the boardwalk but within walking distance of the beach. They had always been rather kind but different from my coven.

The witches of the bluff were far more open with magic as the sight of tarot cards, wands, crystal balls, and herbs come to mind, attractions to bring in humans, to make money.

The scene shifts to darkness, of the blue-tinted sky of the evening shifting into the night, of the first stars blinking around the moon. They're alive.

Screams come next and magic, oh, glorious magic. Gold and pink, cobalt and deep green as men dressed in black march with each witch carried and dragged with rope, their powers subdued with flames upon wooden sticks wrapped with cloth.

A young hippie witch, much younger than me, dressed in pink falls to the ground as a man pulls on her ropes with a cruel laugh that boils my blood. Pieces of sleeves rip as she fights against a pole, her magic, a flash of bright yellow flares from her palm so bright that the man who holds her rope shrieks.

She's so ferocious and strong but in the face of hatred, in the face of terrified men, she's nothing but a weak attempt.

I gasp, my lungs burning as life returns to me and the past fades away. The witches are no longer fighting for the last bits of life. They're long gone, burnt corpses above us like angels of death.

Paul holds me tight, suppressing his hunger. His claws dig into my skin as I linger at the foot of a pole.

My head twirls again and I hear her voice. The voice of our High Priestess calling in my head, her cries strained by sobs and gasps for air. Between her screams for help is the sound of leaves crunching as something heavy drags across the earth.

Her life flashes away like smoke, the scene of ropes binding her hands as magic the color of fire spills from her fingers as she tried to do what was right fades.

I know her intentions as if they're my own. She gave her life as the ropes of death snatched her noble existence away in little more than a few seconds. Now our coven is without a leader. Without a teacher, without a figure to keep us strong.

She's dead, snatched away from my coven when I should have been right at her side, even if that meant death.

And I'm without a glimpse of the faces and the bloody hands that took her away from me.

[gothamslostboy]

Dwayne W/ A Werewolf Mate

MICHAEL DAVID PAUL MARKO

A mix between David and Paul’s reactions

He wants to seek you out the second he senses you

Bc duh

Mate bond

But he’s nervous you’ll attack him

Or the boys

Orr that you have a pack that would attack them

So he spends a few hours watching from afar

Even though you know he’s there

And he knows you know

It’s kind of a stand off between who will summon the courage to approach the other first

It’s him

Dwayne followed you into a bookstore and saw you pick up three books on his tbr list

So he just had to talk about them with you

As soon as he approaches, you know he’s your mate

It was uncertain until he got close enough for you to get a good sniff

The two of you end up talking for hours

Getting some human food to snack on while you get to know eachother

This leads to more and more dates until you eventually meet the others

It goes…. Better than Dwayne expected

David only threatened to fight you instead of actually doing it so he sees it as a success

Once David starts to trust you it makes Dwayne even happier

You two have really great communication

But don’t often use words

Just by watching each others body language also using Dwayne’s scent in your case you know exactly how the other is feeling on any given day

Which is how you knew about Dwayne’s discomfort with your mortality

Stronger than a human, but not enough to beat Father Time

So you went to max

He was the head vampire after all, if anyone could figure this out it’d be him

You and Max worked for days to find something, hoping to suprise dwayne

Eventually you found a book of spells and rituals that did the trick

When he realized you were immortal now, Dwayne did a literal backflip off the fountain

Now that your safety is less of an issue, you two did some experiments to see if werewolves or vampires were better

All in good fun of course

Raced eachother in human and monster form

Hunted for prey

Punched solid rocks

Ya know typical relationship things

In the end you guys didn’t care who won, just enjoyed each other’s company

It wasn’t a total issue to switch from sleeping at night to during the day, but you struggled a bit

When it was time for bed, you find it more comfortable to sleep in wolf form

Dwayne pets your fur until you fall asleep and then uses you like a pillow

When it comes to the Emerson’s attack, you were the one who convinced the group to have an actual plan

The Frogs’ missed Marko’s heart by a few inches, so David put him in a hidden section of the cave while the 4 of you went to the house

Just in case

In wolf form, you approached first, a little before sundown, to distract nanook

Michael had just assumed you were a vampire too, and now assumed you were just a big ass dog

You convinced nanook to run off with you

Leading him to a cage in the woods set up earlier in order to turn him into a hell hound for Sam later

Next you snuck in the house and found laddie

He was like yours and Dwayne’s son, so you wanted to make sure he was safe before anyone else

Putting him on your back, you carefully made it back to the cave a little after it officially became night

Paul put him in charge of watching Marko and flew you to David and Dwayne

There, you four went one by one in capturing the ppl in the house, working together instead of separately

They were all except Star and Michael given a choice of being a vampire or werewolf

Sam and Allan chose vampire

Edgar chose werewolf

It took about a decade for the group to be fully peaceful

You mentored Edgar while Dwayne taught the other boys, eventually seeing them as your other 3 kids

Nanook turned out to be a pretty great hell hound, and a decent conversationalist

——— TAGS ———

@britany1997 @crustyboypix @g4ywastaken

@lazywerebat (hope you don’t mind the tag, thought you’d like this one:])

[scansfrommagazinesandbooks]

[miragiri-haruto]

Finished drawing of Dwayne!

His hair took so long, but honestly it was therapeutic. I love drawing hair ♪( ´▽｀)

Next up, I’ll likely be drawing David and maybe I’ll post some quick sketches (who really knows)

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

BILLY WIRTH IN THE LOST BOYS (1987)

#billywirth#thelostboys#thelostboys1987

[otaku1872]

Needed more screen time!!!