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roukabi · 2 years

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I warned you.

For reference: Reevepheus is a rat [top right] and a jack russel/beagle [bottom right], Damonpheus is a border collie [left], NYTW Fates are cats [left], Persephone and Hades are a red squirrel and american badger, respectively [center top], bway Eurydice is a cat [right], Hermes is a king cheetah [center right], and NYTW Eurydice is a poodle/weimaraner.

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[Image ID: A compilation of sketches of Hadestown characters from both NYTW and Broadway productions, but they're animals or furries. From left to right:

1: A profile view of Broadway Orpheus as a rather polite-looking anthro rat, with dark patches on his ears, hair tuft, arms, and small spots on his face. Next to it is a sketch of him smiling bashfully.

2: A drawing of NYTW Orpheus as a border collie. He is smiling, with his signature curls and half-flopped ears.

3: A drawing of Persephone and Hades, as a squirrel and badger. Hades as a badger has reversed colors. Persephone is snarling at Hades, gesturing a hand to something that wasn't drawn. Between the two, the artist wrote, "caption this" in sucky handwriting.

4: 3 Headshots of the NYTW Fates. Atropos has long, fluffy cheeks and mane, Clotho has stripes, and Lachesis has red 'hair' and spots. They all have eyeshadow that matches their clothing (clothing not shown lol). Clotho and Atropos are smiling at each other mischeviously, while Lachesis looks warily at them.

5: A full-body of Hermes as an anthro black king cheetah with silver markings, to match his silver suit.

6: A sketch of Broadway Eurydice as a black cat. She is mostly turned away from the viewer, though she is casting a worried glance behind her.

7: a sketch of Broadway Orpheus as a jack russel/beagle mix. He is standing with his legs apart, a flower in his mouth, and a wagging tail. Dialogue between small Hermes and Eurydice heads say, "Why would I become his wife?" "I mean... are you REALLY gonna say no to that face?" "huh... maybe you have a point..." The artist has drawn an arrow to Orpheus's back leg, writing "Evil Leg. It does NOT Look Right". Because it doesn't.

8: a headshot of NYTW Eurydice as a poodle/weimaraner mix. She has coiled, curly ears and ‘hair’ on the top of her head, with a bow around her neck. She is gazing calmly at something in the distance. End ID]

Something silly I thought of while watching NYTW livin' it up on top

[Image ID: Squirrel-Persephone pointing and growling at something not drawn, saying "Can you 2 quit KISSING and FUCKING while I am making an entrance plz". This prompts Orpheus and Eurydice (as dogs) to say, "Dude, don't be biphobic" and "Let us have our moment PLEASE". The two lovebirds (lovedogs?) Have their arms around each other. End ID]

And as an added bonus, here are some shenanigans from my nytw x bway crossover au, which can be found here.

Depressed man

[Image ID: A sketch of Damonpheus as a border collie, now with 90% more sadness. He has criss-cross scars on his face and neck, and his eyes have lost their shine. He has been labeled "Ghost!Damonpheus". End ID]

Post-Papers angst. Now what happened here?

[Image ID: The 'Ghost-Damonpheus' from the previous image and Reevepheus (as a dog). Damonpheus is reaching toward Reevepheus with a concerned expression, but Reevepheus, frightened, flinches away. Reevepheus has a black eye, bloody scars, and scuffs on him, while Damonpheus has a streak of blood across his cheek that may or may not be his own blood. End ID]

General silliness, feat. Hermes

[Image ID: Dog-Ghost!Damonpheus (stay with me here) with a paw on dog-Reevepheus's shoulder. Damonpheus says, "I've only had Orpheus for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I'd kill everyone in Hadestown and then myself". This prompts a small Hermes head (who is still a cheetah) that says "But you're already dead??" End ID]

And a bonus bonus:

Charon/Orpheus from @arniesmarmy's "We Build The Wall to Keep Us Free"! go read it it’s perfect

[Image IDs: two near-identical drawings of Dog-Reevepheus, only now, he is the one from arniesmarmy's AU where he is Charon. He looks considerably colder than his normal self, glaring down at the viewer. His hair is wild and fluffy. A small scar peeks out from the fur on his neck. One image shows rounded sunglasses on him, one doesn't. End ID]

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theodora3022 · 4 years

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Since you wrote about Yandere Villians with Y/N having a cute fairy quirk, how about a Yandere Hero having a Y/N with a monstrous quirk? SO...you pick the hero! Pick any male hero who you believe can handle Y/N. You do such amazing writing.

Y/N have to wear a face mask to hide the muzzle she wears going outside. Y/N have a quirk where she goes on a frenzy. Her eyes turn red, her veins pop out of her skin, she starts growling and trying to bite anyone near by. A monster who craves to rip flesh and bones. Y/N can turn on her quirk if she feels so much anger or fear. Y/N doesn't want to hurt anyone. She wants to live a quiet and alone life.

Wolf

Pairing: Best Jeanist x f!reader

Warnings: light yandere content, power abuse, threats

Thank you so much for the compliment, dear anon! I went soft with the monster idea that I just made the reader into a werewolf...hope it is still good! I was torn between Kiri and Best Jeanist! I really like Best Jeanist, I wish he got some more screen time ... Maybe I’ll do another one for the shark boy later.

Some groundwork:

When your quirk manifested at four years old, you were not surprised: you come from a family of Mutant quirks, after all.

Your quirk, wolf, means you can transform into a wolf anytime. The longevity is unknown to you since you barely use it. Even in your normal human form, you still have wolf ears and tail. You also have a sensitive nose, just like canines. You (hair color) fluffy fur is the same color as your hair. In acient times, before quirks become a thing, you would be seen as a werewolf.

While transformed, it is hard to supress the wolf’s wild instincts, the desire to hunt, to kill and consume raw meat (extremely difficult if you are hungry). You hate it, being like a beast instead of human. You had outbursts in the past that nearly killed one of your friends. There fore you stay in human at all times.

So most of the time, you just kept a muzzle near you, just in case you would lose yourself to the beast again.

You always feel this...strange sense of difference between you and normal people, so all of your friends have mutant quirks. You kept your social circle small, only letting those who are deemed trustworthy close to you (you told them to run if they see any signs of you getting wild)

You always had a soft spot for animals, therefore you decided to work in a pet shop. Dogs especially loves you, maybe because your canine quirk. Cats not so much, as they had left quite a few marks on you when you just started.

Now you are the assistant manager, the salary is decent, so you do not look for anything more. You never thought of having a romantic relationship because you do not trust yourself: you do not want to hurt the person you love. So even if you had crushes you just kept those feelings hidden until they went away.

Best Jeanist/Tsunagu Hakamada

Did you know his favorite animal is wolf? Therefore he is a furry

Being the No.4 pro hero means taking on lots of stress, so Tsunagu decides to have an animal friend at home who he can talk to freely, without worrying leaking information (I mean how can animals pass on information).

He went into the nearest pet shop, hoping to find a furry companion, preferably dogs.

What he did not expect is to find you there, with those literal puppy eyes and fluffy ears sticking out of your hair, tending to the puppies.

Tsunagu met people with similar quirks before, and he finds them aesthetically pleasing. But seeing you with a litter of adorable puppies, laughing and petting them? He felt like his heart just melted.

“Hello sir. How may I help you today?” You put on your usual smile. Tsunagu is wearing his civilian clothes, so he is just another customer to you. A fashionable one, though. You took notice at his stylish blonde hair.

Tsunagu would ask you about all the options for adopting a puppy. However he is only half-listening: he is drawn to how your ears twitch towards any abnormal sounds...

“Oh, my ears? Sorry if they are distracting. It’s part of my quirk.”

Would get you to talk to him as much as possible, with lots of polite questions.

When you bid him good day as he walks out the door, holding a poodle puppy with its supplies, Tsunagu is determined to see you more.

You are warm, like a ray of sunlight in this stormy world. Having worked as a pro hero for so long, dealing with many negative things so often, make him attracted to positive people. Those furry wolf ears and tail only added to his admiration.

Whenever Best Jeanist is not needed at his agency, Tsunagu Hakamada would find excuses to drop by your shop. Whether it be buying new accessories for his puppy or simply need some advice on her, he would find a way to talk to you, to hear your voice.

Until he become acquainted with you enough, Tsunagu finally asked for you name.

“I’m (y/n), and you, sir?” “Tsunagu. Tusnagu Hakamada.”

Never have once you associated your friendly customer with the No.4 Pro hero of Japan. Tsunagu is charismatic and talkative (at least to you), never putting on airs like Endeavor. Since he wears a mask, the public does not have a good idea what he looks like.

Then you noticed those small gestures, how Tsunagu’s hands would “unintentionally” brush against yours when you hand over his paid items, how his body would lean in slightly towards you whenever you are talking. Or how his lips would curl upwards whenever your tails wags with excitement. You also seen him way more frequently compare to average customers.

“He got a crush on you.” One of you co workers, teases after Tsunagu left the store.

“No he doesn’t.” You blush, although considering her hypothesis.

You seen some of his clothes in fashion magazines, one of them costs more then your monthly salary. Tsunagu is clearly a rich man, a fashion designer perhaps.

“Ms.(y/n), sorry if this sounds intrusive, but do you have a lover?”

That was...unexpected. “No, I do not. Why did you ask, Mr. Hakamata?”

That saves him trouble. Best Jeanist has got this flawless reputation for years, he prefers not to taint it. But if he must, Tsunagu would not hesitate. You belong with him, and him only. “Well, it’s possible such a beautiful lady like you already has a significant other.”

“Mr. Hakamata...I-” You were not sure to blush or to smile. Now it is clear to you: This blonde is interested in you. However you do not know what to respond.

“Call me Tsunagu, please.”

The next day you would find a lily bouquet wrapped in denim on the store counter?! Who use that as a bouquet wrapper? Flatter as you are, you still find this unsettling. He did not show up for the rest of the day, which gives you time to think.

Tsunagu is handsome and kind. He seems like a perfect choice, but you wonder what he would say if he saw you as a bloodthirsty wolf, feral and hungry for killing.

You decide to turn him down, not wanting to give him false hope.

Some minor villain is causing trouble in the streets when you were walking home. You were just going to sprint away at first, but in the corner of your eye you saw a mother with her toddler daughter being corner by the villain. The way the mother tries to protect her child triggered something in you. You have to do something!

“Grr!!!” Suddenly a piece of flesh is ripped off the villain’s leg. The villain screams in pain, but you dodged every last one of his attacks while leaving deep bite marks on him. Soon the sidewalk is stained crimson with blood. You know the two had already gotten away, you should stop now. But the wolf instincts got the better of you. You crave blood, lots of it. The growing pool under you is not enough.

You heard police sirens, someone yelling for you to stop, but the wolf is not willing to. It seems it would not be satiated unless this villain dies a brutal death.

Streams of fibers wrapped around you, restraining you until you cannot move anymore.

When you regained consciousness, you were in a clean jail cell, still in your wolf form. You assumed that you are being confined in a hero agency since you just lost control.

The door cracked. It is Tsunagu! What is he doing here? And why is he wearing a jean mask?

Then you saw the rest of his outfit. Demin jeans suit from head to toe, the...the No.4?

He is Best Jeanist? What is happening now?

Tsunagu wanted to take things slow, he wanted to date you normally, letting you know everything about him, but this seems like too good of an oppertunity to pass up.

“(y/n), can you understand me?” He crouches down with a concerned look on his face.

You nod. You are not able to speak human languages while in wolf form, another draw back.

“Do your clothes come back when you transform? Or do you need some clothes?”

You left your clothes behind a dumpster before, so you just shook your head. If you were to transform now, it could be quite embarrassing.

Handing you a denim dress, Best Jeanist leaves to give you some privacy to change.

After you are dressed and back in human form, he took you to his office.

“I know you must have lots of question right now, but please allow me to explain somethings first.”

“The villain is in bad shape. You did quite a bit damage on him. His blood loss is immense; he is still in the ICU as we speak.”

Why don’t you just let him die, he’s a threat to society anyway. You ask yourself, silently.

“However, while he is a villain, you still hurt him too much. And it’s not even self-defence. You are not a hero, it’s illegal.”

You tense up. Would you face charges for this? For trying to protect other people.

“Would I go to Tartarus? For how long?”

“Oh, come now. As long as I have any say , I won’t allow that to happen.” Your eyes lit up, wanting to thank him.

“You can be my wife instead. Stay with me, and no charges would be pressed.”

What?

You know he likes you, but just asking to become his wife like that? Without dating first.

“Tsunagu, I... you...this...” He finds your stutters cute, as he traces his fingers along the edge of your wolf ears. Best Jeanist had been wanting to do that for so long, he worked so hard to restrain himself.

“Your choice. Either face court charges, or you can be with me, all is well.”

Tsunagu Hakamada is confident about his chances. An innocent, adorable civilian like you will not last long even in the most outer cells of Tartarus.

Tears slides down your chin as you give a reclutant reply. “I’ll...be with you.”

Who could have thought Tsunagu would do such a thing? He is always so nice and friendly. But now here he is, threatening you with this crime?

“Perfect.” Snapping a denim collar around your neck, he lifts your chin, forcing you to look up to him. “I can’t wait to get you home; you would be such a lovely little wolf. My little wolf.”

“Should you ever try to leave me, I’m sure Tartarus is always avaliable.”

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belettewrites · 3 years

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Some mountains and a dog part 4

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It was just before midday; they had been on the road for three yours, Jaskier on Roach and Geralt leading him. He had started doing that more, after the mountain. To show Jaskier that he was cared for; that Geralt hadn’t meant it, but did mean what he had said about wanting to apologize. And it was nice to see Jaskier on Roach, next to his and Geralt’s bags, as if he belonged with him.

Geralt had no doubt about Jaskier belonging with anyone; the bard was a mage, after all, and his own person, and was as free as a bird. He felt blessed to have Jaskier by his side – that Jaskier had been by his side for twenty years, and had chosen to stay there even when things had become shitty. Well, shittier. He had stayed when Geralt ran to find Ciri, he had stayed when it turned out that Ciri had powers, he had stayed to wait for Yennefer when it became clear that he wouldn’t be able to help much.

He had stayed and was still there, by Geralt’s side, cheeks sun-kissed and hair ruffled by the wind, laughing a laugh that was only meant for Geralt.

“Geralt!,” Jaskier suddenly gasped, turning him away from his thoughts, “Look, a dog!”

He smiled. Jaskier did this every time they came across a dog. “Geralt! Look at its tiny paws!” he would say, and Geralt would hum; “Geralt! Look at how soft it looks!” he would cry out in delight, and Geralt would hum. ��Jaskier, look over there, the dog,” Geralt had said once, and Jaskier had taken his hand and squeezed it briefly before letting it go, a smile brightening his face.

“Don't approach it,” Geralt warned, “it's a shepherd dog and its job is to protect the flock. Don't want it to think you're a threat.”

Though Jaskier, even smelling magic like he always had ever since he had revealed his true nature to Geralt, didn't seem like much of a threat. But Jaskier’s safety was not something Geralt wanted to play with, so he looked over at the dog to make sure he wasn’t being threatening.

The dog had seen them and was watching them distrustfully. Especially Geralt; he was used to it, cats always hissing at him, but dogs usually were nicer. Though this one had to protect something, and there was nothing more dangerous than a dog with instincts telling him to protect something.

Geralt had once seen a dog turning on his own owner because the man was yelling quite angrily at his child, who looked close to tears. The dog, a big dog with long black fur, had growled, stepping between them. The child, unaware of what was happening, had hugged it, but their father had turned pale and after glancing down, had gone away quickly. Seemingly satisfied, the dog had licked the child’s hands, and Geralt had turned away, not forgetting how far the dog was ready to go to protect what was under its care.

So he was more than relieved when a voice called out:

“Charcoal! What are you looking at, you doof- oh!”

Jaskier dismounted Roach and straightened up, ready to defend Geralt against any prejudices.

But there was no need; the woman, when she saw them, smiled and waved her hand to say hello, the dog staying close to her, almost making her trip over it. It was almost weird, seeing another person here, when it had only been him and Jaskier for the last few days; how easy it had been, to forget about the rest of the world.

Jaskier waved back, seemingly unbothered by the sight of another human here, and Geralt relaxed as the dog turned its attention away from them. It was a big dog. "Fluffy" Jaskier would say, fur white and gray and black, its head bigger than Geralt's hand. It looked young; still in training, then.

The woman walked closer to them. She wasn't tall, but wasn't small either; red hair falling on her shoulders, freckles on her cheeks and nose. She looked – pretty, the kind of person Jaskier would have spent the night with years ago. Though he had stopped doing that well before Ciri; after his performances he would always come back to Geralt, smiling softly at him and stealing his ale. It warmed Geralt more than he could say.

“Excuse him,” the woman said, still smiling, “he thinks anyone that isn't me or my wife is a threat, but he’s a sweetheart.”

“It's nothing,” Jaskier replied, “I had a dog a bit like him when I was younger. Great with children, though you should've seen how he reacted when someone that wasn't us walked by.”

The woman laughed.

“Well, let me say, it is nice to meet other souls up here. I'm Violet.” she added with a smile.

Then she hesitated, glancing at Jaskier then turning her attention back to Geralt, and to his swords.

“Say, I don't want to sound rude, but- what are you doing here? I mean, there's no one here but me and my wife, and the occasional traveler. We have a beast that steals the sheep, but apart from that, I don't think it's the kind of place you'd expect to find lots of contracts. Or a court to play in,” she added after glancing at Jaskier's lute case.

“Geralt needed some holidays,” Jaskier replied at the same time Geralt said “Jaskier wanted to see the mountains.”

“What?” Geralt blurted out, freezing.

Jaskier turned to him, a soft look in his eyes. Violet watched them without saying anything, an amused smile on her lips.

“Geralt, you spent the whole winter being a teacher to- Fiona, and before that you spent the whole year hunting monsters and saving humanity. You deserved a break. Though, frankly, I didn't expect you to agree so easily.”

Geralt hummed. Jaskier didn’t know that he would agree to anything he would ask, though he was sure the other man was already aware of that, to some extent. Jaskier laughed, gently took his arm, and faced the woman again.

“See? The things I have to do?”

“My wife’s the same. I swear, she wouldn’t rest if I wasn’t there to remind her,” she smiled before adding, “Lila – my wife – and I are taking care of a sort of refuge for travelers, like you; eat lunch with us, and we'll see if we can ready a room for you, so you won't have to worry about sleeping in the woods tonight.”

“It's fine,” Jaskier started, “we-”

“You shouldn't,” the woman insisted, “there's something lurking around at night – it has killed two sheep already, and our old dog too, it- it wasn't pretty to see. My wife had to put an end to his misery, it was – rough.”

The pain was evident in her eyes, reflecting the loss of a life companion. Geralt saw Jaskier put his hand on Roach’s muzzle.

“So when you said there was no contract here-” Geralt tried to ask.

“Ah, well. It's just that, I'm afraid we don't have much coin to offer you, sir witcher. A beast, but no contracts,” she shrugged, though he could see she was tired.

Jaskier took his hand and squeezed it; Geralt tried very hard not to feel too warm at that, and hummed. His bard smiled knowingly.

“I'll take care of the beast,” Geralt said, “in exchange for lunch, and ale for my bard, if you have some.”

Violet smiled at them, a bit unsure but grateful nonetheless.

“Follow me, it’s not that far.”

She then started walking and they followed, still staying close to each other.

“I think we may have some goat cheese left,” Violet said, still in front of them, expertly avoiding stepping on unsteady rocks. “My wife makes them and they’re delicious – and I swear I’m not biased!”

Jaskier replied something; what, Geralt didn’t know. He let him carry the conversation like he always did, smiling and winking and actually caring about what was being said to him. Geralt was just happy to be there, Jaskier next to him. Happy to be known, too – he did need to take a break, after spending the whole winter teaching Ciri, and the beginning of spring fighting monsters. He would take care of Violet and her wife’s problem, they’d spend the night here, and they would go on the day after, pleased to be in each other's company. Maybe the life of a witcher could be sunny, too, sometimes.

***

“Honey? I found travelers that haven’t tasted your fine goat cheese yet!” Violet called out, a grin on her face as she opened the door of her house, the bells that were hung on it happily tinkling.

They had walked for ten minutes on a dusty road after finding Violet, the dog Charcoal running back and forth around them, always going back to her but lingering around Geralt in hope that he would pet him.

Jaskier knew that Geralt had a sweet spot for animals even if they didn’t always return it; he could think of at least three different occurrences where Geralt had looked absolutely dumbstruck when a dog had made its way to him before standing on his hind legs to beg for pets. On one occasion, a cat had made its way to their table when they were sitting in a tavern, and Jaskier would never forget how Geralt’s face had softened when the cat had allowed him to pet it.

Jaskier hid a smile when Geralt removed one of his gloves to pet the dog, who wagged his tail in obvious joy. Fuck, but bringing Geralt here had been a wonderful idea.

They were now waiting outside an admittedly pretty good-looking house, made out of dark stones that once must have been part of the volcanoes around them. The wood shutters looked old, but it seemed like someone had been carefully treating the wood with oil that would make it last longer, and it was overall obvious that the house was very well cared for – that it was not only a house, but also a home. Small, little violet flowers that Jaskier recognized as crocuses were growing under the windows, and it was absurd how much it made the place look welcoming and happy, as if an artist had put their brush here, adding a soft touch of color to an almost dark painting.

Jaskier was putting weight on his right leg since his left knee was still hurting him a bit – the bruise had gone from deep blue to pale yellow, but he avoided using that leg as much as he could, hoping that Geralt wouldn’t notice – though he had obviously failed at that, as Geralt had forced him to ride Roach earlier. It was something they did, now, Jaskier pretending that he didn’t want to ride and Geralt sighing fondly before helping him climb on the saddle.

“I’m surprised you even agreed to share it, honey,” a woman replied, short brown hair tied back by a black bandanna. She was almost tackled by Charcoal who in his joy to see her again had jumped on her. “Hold on, you doof, we’ve seen each other this morning.”

Violet was laughing again, and Jaskier smiled; it was good, to see people happy. It was good to see them with Geralt by his side, to let Geralt see that you could work but still let yourself be happy.

“Lila, this is Jaskier the bard,” Violet said, “and Sir Geralt. They’re quite famous, did you know? Sir Geralt said he’d take care of the thing that’s taking our sheep if we let him and his bard have lunch with us.”

Lila looked at them, squinting her eyes to see them better. Jaskier smiled at her, and Geralt – well, Geralt did his best, Jaskier assumed.

“Come on in, then,” she finally replied, “we wouldn’t want the stew to grow cold.”

***

The inside of the house was quite simple, but still showed that this place was a safe haven for both Violet and her wife and the travelers that apparently sometimes passed by.

“We’re not officially a refuge,” Lila explained as Jaskier helped her dress the table, “we just welcome people and offer them a room for the night – especially in winter, when it gets particularly cold outside.”

Jaskier nodded without replying anything. Lila seemed surlier than her wife but she still was a kind soul, ready to help. She reminded him of Geralt, in a way.

The room was nice; it was large, the windows letting the sun pour its light inside, brightening the place and making the floating dust look like sparks. There were plants hanging from the ceiling, and Jaskier saw that Geralt took a moment to admire them. It was strange, to see a house where a special thought had been put into the decoration – the places they were staying at usually didn’t care much for that kind of thing, and Kaer Morhen was more about practicality before beauty.

At the center of the room was a wooden table surrounded by two benches, one on which Geralt was sitting, listening to Violet who was animatedly talking, a dish towel in her hands, the dog sitting at her feet. Jaskier let his mind wander as he set down the pitcher full of wine but was brought back by the mention of his name in Violet and Geralt’s conversation.

“Jaskier and you, do I need to prepare two rooms? We have enough of them, it wouldn’t bother us.”

He tensed, but still pretended that he wasn’t listening. It would be weird, not sleeping next to Geralt after all these years – even at Kaer Morhen they had shared a room, Geralt not quite ready to let him go after barely escaping Nilfgaard and Jaskier needing the proximity of his witcher to be able to fall asleep. And they shared all the time on the path, to share warmth and to save coin.

But there were no threats here, no need to save their coin, and so Jaskier prepared himself for a sleepless night. It would be fine, not reading to Geralt, not braiding his hair before going to bed – it would be fine.

“Just one room will be enough,” Geralt replied, and Jaskier almost dropped the glasses he was about to put on the table. Well, that – that was nice. Maybe Geralt needed him close to be able to sleep, too.

Jaskier glanced up and met Lila’s eyes; she raised an eyebrow at him, clearly aware of his inner turmoil.

“Lunch is ready,” she announced instead of saying whatever it was that she had been thinking about Jaskier and his… feelings… for his traveling companion.

They took place on the benches, Jaskier and Geralt facing each other. Lila served the stew, and Geralt took Jaskier’s plate wordlessly, taking the carrots out of it and then giving it back to him. Jaskier smiled at his friend, and Geralt shrugged as if it were normal. Which it was, had been ever since Jaskier had said twenty years ago that he didn’t like carrots.

“So this beast,” Jaskier started, munching on his stew, “what does it do, exactly?”

Violet and Lila exchanged a glance, and Lila put her fork down, drinking a bit of wine before answering. Geralt had not stopped eating, though Jaskier had seen him discreetly hand Charcoal a piece of bread.

“It- takes the sheep,” Lila started, “and nothing else. Happens only at night, though, and Violet wanted to stay up but I told her that I’d rather not lose her to that thing. What are a few sheep next to my wife?”

Violet had blushed a little, but was fondly looking at her wife.

“There were footprints,” Lila went on, “but not ones that I could identify. Like, they look like ones of a wolf, but – they weren’t, not really.”

They all fell into a contemplative silence only broken by Charcoal’s loud breathing. Geralt slipped him another piece of bread, and Jaskier bit his cheek to prevent himself from telling him that he was teaching that dog terrible manners by rewarding him like that.

“How often does it happen?” Geralt asked, acting as if the big dog wasn’t lovingly staring up at him, hoping for more food.

“We don’t know,” Violet replied, her voice soft, “some weeks nothing happens, and then the next we lose two sheep and our dog.”

She looked up at Geralt, and Jaskier was stricken by the acceptance on her face.

“You said you would go and take a look, Sir Geralt, but there’s no guarantee that you’ll find it. But that would be okay – it hasn’t attacked us, and we know better than to go out during the night. And – you being willing to go already is – well, it’s-”

“What my wife is trying to say,” Lila cut in when it became obvious that Violet didn’t know how to end her sentence, “is that we’re already grateful that you would try to take care of it, and that even if you didn’t find anything, we would be okay. We’ve survived so far.”

Geralt nodded, and Jaskier found himself thinking about a song about two lovers, facing what Destiny was making them face, getting hurt and injured but always having each other and always going on –

Then he realized that it sounded a bit too much like him and Geralt, if him and Geralt had been lovers, and his ears grew hot.

“I’ll still go and see what I can do,” Geralt replied. “I’ll go tomorrow night.”

Lila nodded, and Violet smiled again.

“Now,” Violet started, “I was wondering, Jaskier, if you would be okay with playing something tonight?”

It had been a while since he had played for other people- well, okay, maybe not that long, but still. Playing for himself was okay, playing for Geralt was more than nice, but playing for other people? That was what had made Jaskier start to play, first for his sister who loved music but couldn’t sneak out to listen to music she actually liked like he could, then for bigger crowds. It wasn’t about being loved by his public, it was about people loving what they were hearing and forgetting about life for a while.

“Of course,” he smiled, “I’d be more than happy to.”

“He sings well,” Geralt said, and Jaskier blinked at him before feeling his face warming up.

“Why thank you, darling,” he managed to reply before turning to Lila. “Need help with something this afternoon?”

Lila looked at him with the same knowing look in her brown eyes that she had had earlier, and shrugged.

“Not particularly. Tomorrow, though?”

He grinned at her.

“I look forward to it. Now, tell me, I was promised a very fine cheese, made by the most talented cheese maker of the continent – her words,” he added while gesturing towards Violet, “not mine.”

Violet laughed and Lila stood up.

“I’ll go fetch it, it’s good with bread. If you haven’t fed it to the dog,” she added while glancing at Geralt, who froze on the bench. Jaskier burst out laughing, but still took his own piece of bread and broke it in half.

“Here, dear heart, take half of mine,” he managed to say, shoulders still shaken by his laughter.

“Hmm,” Geralt replied, which only made Jaskier laugh harder, losing himself in the mirth of Geralt’s golden eyes.

#Geraskier #The Witcher #mine #geralt x jaskier #I love dogs #dogs are the best #cats too #but DOGS

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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okay but the girlfriend thing definitely happens right ? I am weirdly invested in this

CW: A couple of vague references to past mistreatment/abuse, pet whump setting. Tagging @burtlederp and @finder-of-rings

“Do you know that guy?”

Jake jumps a little at the soft, high-pitched voice just at his left shoulder. He’s been leaning back against a tree in the shade, watching Chris absolutely demolish this ring of exercise equipment they set up by the pond on campus.

He does better sitting through Jake’s classes if he gets to run himself ragged in-between, and Jake has a good two hours between Ethics and Political Philosophy (where he’s keeping his head the fuck down, these days, quiet and careful, sneaking Chris in the back and hoping he isn’t asked questions too often) and Health Disparities in Marginalized Populations (where the professor knows exactly what Jake does and he feels more comfortable bringing Chris at all).

He’s figuring Chris out, day by day, watching him come out of his conditioned quiet shell from the early days and blossom into a vibrant, laughing teenager who never shuts the fuck up unless he’s moving.

It’s pretty fucking great.

Jake snorts at the girl’s words. “Yeah, I know him. I’m out here watching him, right?”

“Hey. Sorry, I just-… how does he know how to do that?”

Jake turns to glance over, prepared to give some variation on none of your fucking business, before he looks right into the eyes of a genuinely gorgeous girl his age. She’s got deeply warm brown skin and the most beautiful brown eyes he’s ever seen, thick black hair held in a low ponytail against her neck. Whatever angry retort he’d had planned dies on his tongue.

The girl has a bright red leash in one hand, with a tiny fluffy white thing that vaguely resembles a dog at the end of it. Her other hand, with loose bangle bracelets that clink as she moves, is pointing at Chris.

In the background, Chris swings by his legs on the taller bar, rolls in the air, and catches himself on the shorter one, swings a perfect circle around it and lets go, landing - as always - right on his feet with his arms in the air.

“That’s my cousin,” Jake lies easily. It’s less work every time he says it, and Chris has latched onto the lie with white knuckles, loves repeating it and telling the other rescues at dinner about playacting as Jake’s family. “He’s staying with me for a while. He’s pretty good, right?”

“He’s great. My little sister did gymnastics for years, she’d be jealous to see him out here making it look so easy.” The girl laughs, and the two of them watch Chris swing himself back up onto the shorter bar, hook his knees, and hang upside down, swinging back and forth, laughing to himself - but checking, always checking, to see if Jake is looking.

Which he always is.

Chris’s shirt rides up at this angle, showing a flash of pale white stomach, his navel, skin nearly paper-white in the sun.

“Is he from around here?” The girl asks, and it’s a light question, but it’s so loaded, because Jake has the lie ready to go but the real answer is underneath it, right on the top of his tongue. I have no fucking clue where he’s from. Neither does he.

“Nah, he’s from Michigan.”

“Bet he likes the warmer weather, huh? That’s really funny. He looks a lot like this kid my sister used to take gymnastics with, way back when.”

Jake stiffens, slightly. The girl doesn’t seem to notice. “He does?”

Chris gets momentum, swinging back and forth until he looks like a demented clock pendulum, then he lets go, is up in the air, back down again landing perfectly on his feet. He stumbles forwards just a little, but shrugs it off and glances over at Jake. He grins, brightly, and Jake smiles back.

Chris’s eyes go to the girl, and his smile falters, just slightly, head cocking to the side. It’s not quite the practiced, awful little flirty head-tilt he pulls when he’s testing, at least. This is real curiosity, and more than a little uncertain worry.

“Yeah. She used to complain about him constantly. I mean, I never went to her practices but she has pictures and stuff. And I went to meets.” The girl laughs, and even her laugh is gorgeous, and Jake smiles a little at the sound even as his heart starts pounding.

He could take this two ways - he can brush it off, ignore it, take it into his mind and hold the information there, or… or he can ask her outright.

But if he asks her, eventually he’ll have to admit this isn’t Christopher Garner from Michigan, it’s a runaway human pet with a barcode on his left wrist. And she seems nice, but they all seem nice, right up until they turn someone in for their own good, it’s not like they can live on their own, right?

Not if no one will fucking teach them.

He takes the safe route, watching Chris head their way, folding into himself in Jake’s big T-shirt layered over the long-sleeved shirt with the thumb-holes to help him hide his barcode. He comes to a stop in front of them, bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking at Jake with all his worry laid bare. “Jake? Is this, is, do you know her?”

Is she safe? It’s the question Chris doesn’t ask, but Jake hears anyway.

“Just met her,” Jake replies easily. I don’t know yet.

“Sure did,” The girl says brightly, clearly not picking up on the tension between the two young men. She turns to Jake and holds out her hand, bangles clinking. Chris’s eyes drop to watch the bracelets flash in the sun as the two shake hands. “I’m Adra Laghari, but my friends just call me Addie, mostly. I’m a senior, Social Work. I have a whole lot of amazing career plans, clearly. You?”

“Jake Stanton, junior, Public Health. I am also on the ‘make no money working for a nonprofit’ track.”

“Junior, huh?”

At her raised eyebrows, he snorts. “Non-traditional student. I’m a couple years older than I should be. Trust me, I know.”

“Fair enough. How about you?” She turns those sparkling dark eyes on Chris. He looks at Jake, then back at her, and slowly reaches out to take her hand and shake it. “Ooooh, your fingers are super cold. What’s your name?”

“Christopher Garner,” Chris says, very carefully. “I’m, um, I’m from-… I’m Jake’ scousin and I’m from, from, from, from…” He frowns, hesitates, face coloring with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I, I’m not always good with words, I-”

Jake blinks. Chris apologizing for how he speaks isn’t really new, but him sounding so… small about it is.

He hasn’t sounded like this since he first came to the shelter, and he didn’t say a word for a week that didn’t start with I’m sorry.

“Hey, no worries. I get you just fine, Christopher Garner.” Addie smiles, gives his hand one more squeeze, and drops it.

“Call me, um, I like to be-… the name I pick-… I like to be called, called, called Chris please? Can I be just Chris? Please?”

“Sure, Chris. Not a problem.” Addie’s little dog ran at Chris, tail wagging, and Jake watched him flinch back, stumbling back a few steps, before his eyes dropped - and he dropped down into a crouch, feet flat on the ground and his knees bent.

Jake was pretty fucking sure he couldn’t do that, either.

Chris held out one hand, nervously, looking up to Addie for approval. When she smiled down at him and nodded, he reached out further to run fingers through the dog’s white fur. “Soft,” He murmurs, and for one second, Chris’s constantly-moving body is still.

“That’s Arjun,” Addie says. She looks at Jake sidelong, with an expression he can’t quite read. Somehow, though, it still turns his stomach into jelly. “When’s your next class, Jake in Public Health?”

Jake forgets, for a second, how words work.

“It’s at, at, at 4 pm,” Chris says, gathering Arjun into his arms and sitting back on the grass. The little dog wriggles its way to having paws on his shoulders, licks his face, and Chris laughs. His hair is in his eyes, and he’s got a bright smile on his face, and he’s fucking beautiful like this.

How could anyone have wanted him scared when they could have seen him smiling? Jake wonders, not for the first time. This isn’t even the first rescue he’s wondered that about.

“That’s a whole hour and fifteen minutes from now,” Addie says, with a sly sort of smile. “And it’s hot out today. Would you buys like some ice cream? Arjun and I are buying.”

Jake almost says no.

Then, Chris looks up with wide, excited eyes, and grins. “I like ice cream.”

Jake closes his eyes, briefly. For once, it’s not because he’s irritated by something. “Yeah… okay. I like ice cream, too.”

“Badass. Let’s get this show on the road, then, boys. Would you like to carry Arjun, Chris? He’s a good boy, he’ll be good.” She doesn’t wait - she just turns and starts walking.

Jake doesn’t wince. He doesn’t. He shows absolutely no sign that the words mean anything else at all. Neither does Chris, except that he whispers I’m good, too, before he takes off after her.

Jake is left to fall in behind them, wondering what the fuck just happened here. Still, he can’t quite stop smiling.

#whump #trauma recovery #trauma recovery whump #tw: implied past abuse #tw: implied past noncon #chris the strawberry blond romantic #jake the shelter guy #adra the social work senior #tumblr fucked this one up so many different ways #I have given up on fixing it #it is what it is now

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bellakitse · 4 years

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Of cute beagles and decidedly cuter owners

For @gra-sonas who had this excellent post and let me use it. I hope this is fluffy enough for you, hon!

Michael, Rosa, Kyle, and Jenna just moved into a new place that doesn't allow pets, luckily across the street is the cutest beagle ever. Rosa is ready to plan a dog-nap, Michael suggests writing a note to the owner instead.

All Rosa wants is to play with Buffy, while all Michael wants is Buffy's owner.

Michael arrives home sometime after six p.m., the hallway of the modest townhouse he and his roommates moved into, still has boxes lying around. They've been in the two-story home for three weeks now. But with work and school, no one has found the time to finish unpacking. Michael has his new teaching post at the university while he works on his doctorate. Kyle has medical school. Jenna, a rookie cop, works crazy hours, and Rosa, their resident artist, has been using all her waking hours to work on a set of pieces she hopes will end up in the city’s next art exhibit. None of them have been particularly motivated to put boxes away, but Michael is starting to think he’s going to have to say something soon, or there’s a chance the boxes will become part of the décor.

“Guerin!” Jenna greets from the kitchen as he makes it into the living room. “Thai or Chinese for dinner?”

“Whatever Valenti doesn’t want,” he calls back out to her, smirking when he hears the man in question curse at him from the kitchen. He hears a chuckle and turns to find Rosa in her favorite spot of the house, the big bay windows. It was the selling point for Rosa when they decided to rent the place together.

“You have to start getting along with him eventually, Michael,” she says, not looking up from her sketching pad.

“Do I have to?” Michael questions as he drops his bag on the couch and walks over to her, lifting her legs to sit down. He leans over to sneak a peek at what she’s working on to find the drawing of a beagle.

“It would help,” Rosa says, a smirk on her face. “We did sign a one-year lease, you’re stuck until then.”

“Cute dog,” he points at her work, instead of acknowledging her comment.

“It belongs to the neighbor across the street, I saw them this morning,” she explains with a smile that turns into a frown moments later. “It sucks that we can’t have a pet here.”

Michael nods; he’s heard all three of his roommates complain about it. Their landlord had killed their hopes for a pet before they signed on the dotted line of their lease.

“I love that expression,” Michael points at the drawing, the beagle has an impressive resting bitch face.

Rosa laughs, nodding in agreement. “I only saw them for a second, but that face is memorable. I had to stop myself from running across the street to beg the owner to let me play with his dog, probably would have freaked the guy out.”

Michael chuckles at the comment, Rosa is the more impulsive one of them all, he could totally picture her on a puppy-high scaring some poor guy into thinking that he was going to get robbed for his dog.

“We just moved in, Rosa, can we maybe wait a few weeks before scaring off the neighbors?” he teases, laughing when she gives him an unimpressed look.

“You’re supposed to be the fun one, Michael,” Rosa pouts. “Kyle and Jenna are the strict, boring ones. You should be helping me plan a dog-nap.”

Michael opens his mouth, only to be interrupted by Kyle and Jenna walking into the living room.

“What’s this about a dog-napping?” Kyle questions, coming to sit down on the couch. Jenna sits next to him, leaning into his space. Her hair is messed up, and her lipstick smudged off, some of it transferred to Kyle’s white polo.

Michael and Rosa look at them, and then at each other, wrinkling their noses in distaste. This is what they get for moving in with a couple who can’t keep their hands off each other.

“Whatever you did in our kitchen, I hope you disinfected it,” Rosa comments still making a face. Michael nods in agreement, a part of him a little jealous of what Kyle and Jenna have. He wants someone to make out with in the kitchen, someone to smile at him the way Jenna and Kyle smile at each other. Something real, like what they have.

Kyle blushes under Rosa’s judging look, but Jenna just rolls her eyes, running her hand through Kyle's hair to settle him.

“Dog-napping, Rosa?” she questions, getting back on track.

“Oh!” Rosa lightens up at the mention, and Michael is starting to worry about just how serious she is. “The beagle across the street, it’s precious.”

“I saw it the other day,” Kyle says with a smile of his own. “Very cute dog.”

“Very cute owner, too,” Jenna comments, tugging on Kyle’s hair when he pouts, it says more than Michael needs to know about their relationship.

“True,” Rosa agrees after a moment, thinking about it. “But not so cute that I’m not totally willing to steal his dog.”

“We haven’t even been here a month,” Michael speaks before Rosa can really get going. “Let’s not commit a crime just yet.”

Rosa exhales loudly like she thinks he’s the biggest party-pooper ever, for not encouraging the stealing of an animal. “What do you suggest then? Because I need to cuddle that dog, bad.”

Michael thinks for a moment before his eyes light up with an idea. He pulls Rosa’s sketch pad and pencil out of her lap. “We can write the owner a note asking if we can meet his dog,” Michael suggests, quickly composing the letter when no one says no. “Dog people understand crazy dog love.”

“Tell them they have the best dog,” Rosa instructs him.

“Ask what treats it likes,” Kyle chips in, getting into it.

“We can take it for a walk if they’re too busy,” Jenna adds, just as excited.

He finishes the note, signing it with all their names and adding Rosa’s drawing. “There. I’ll drop it off in the morning,” he says satisfied, the others nod seemingly pleased themselves. “Now, about dinner…”

Michael doesn’t think about it the next day, he tapes the note to their neighbor’s front door and goes to the university where he spends the day teaching freshmen in his Engineering Physics class. It’s only when he gets back home and finds Rosa practically vibrating with excitement that he even remembers about their neighbor and their dog.

“They wrote back, Michael!” she shouts as soon as he walks through the door, waving a piece of paper in the air.

“Who?”

“Buffy Manes!” Rosa exclaims, rolling her eyes at him when he doesn’t answer. “That’s the beagle’s name, look they left a note.”

Michael takes the piece of paper, instantly charmed by the paw print on the back.

It starts:

‘To my new friends, Michael, Rosa, Kyle and Jenna’

Thank you for your nice letter! It made my tail wag all night. The drawing was so good, whoever drew it is very talented, a perfect likeness.

My name is Buffy Manes, and I’m 4-years-old. I love treats of any kind. I love playing catch, -tennis balls are my favorite- and digging holes.

I am the bestest girl! Thank you for noticing, my dad tells me that every day.

I would very much like to meet my new friends, so I’m giving you my dad’s number, call any time.

Sincerely,

Buffy and Alex Manes

505-718-2035

“Okay,” Michael starts, a smile tugging at his face. “This is seriously fucking cute.”

“She liked my drawing,” Rosa says happily, which Michael finds hilarious. “And her name is Buffy, how adorable is that? If it’s for Buffy, the vampire slayer, this Alex guy is my new best friend. He has the cutest dog and good taste in 90’s tv shows, we need to call them, now.”

“What about Kyle and Jenna?”

Rosa waves his question away. “They went on a date,” she says, tugging at his shirt impatiently. “Let’s call.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs as he pulls out his phone and dials the number, ringing a few times before someone picks up.

“Manes,” greets a deep voice that makes Michael stand up straighter as it sends a shiver up his spine. That is a very nice voice.

“Um, hi, Alex?” he starts, suddenly nervous. “This is Michael, your neighbor from across the street, my roommates and I left you a note about your dog, Buffy?”

“Right,” Alex says, letting out a soft chuckle. “With the drawing, it was really good.”

“Thanks,” Michael says, grunting when Rosa pokes him. “That was Rosa, she’s the artist, and she’s in love with your dog.”

“You’re not?” Alex questions, sounding a little offended.

“I’m actually the only one of my roommates that hasn’t seen Buffy,” he admits, as Alex makes an amused noise. “But I’m sure she’s great, her letter was perfect. Did it take long to teach her how to write?”

Alex laughs, making Michael feel pleased and oddly proud. “No, she’s a genius, it took no time at all.”

“Well you should be very proud,” he jokes getting another laugh out of Alex. “So anyway, we were hoping that we could arrange that meet-up with Buffy, and you, of course, any time you want,” he rushes to say, ignoring the way Rosa is looking at him.

“We’re home now,” Alex starts, a little hesitant. “If you want to come over.”

“Now?” Michael questions to which Rosa starts nodding vigorously. “It would just be Rosa and me, Kyle and Jenna are out, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Alex breathes, sounding more at ease. “That’s probably better actually, I don’t do great with a lot of people. We’ll meet you two outside in 10?”

“Okay,” Michael says quickly. “See you guys in a few, thanks.”

“Not a problem, Michael,” Alex says before hanging up. He decides then and there that he likes the way Alex says his name.

“Were you really flirting with a stranger over the phone?” Rosa questions incredulously.

“No!” Michael denies, blushing when Rosa raises an eyebrow at him. “Maybe?”

Rosa shakes her head at him, amused more than anything else. “Keep your head in the game Guerin, we are in it for the dog. Let’s go.”

Michael follows Rosa out of their home, she’s practically shaking by the time they cross the street and open Alex’s gate.

“Don’t freak them out,” he warns. “Alex said he’s not the best with people.”

“I’ll behave,” she promises just as their neighbor’s door opens.

A robust beagle comes out first, followed by what has to be the most beautiful man Michael has ever seen. He has tousled dark hair, big deep brown eyes, cheekbones that could cut glass, and full pink lips quirked up into a hesitant smile. The rest of him is perfect too, strong shoulders and arms, wrapped in a soft-looking grey Henley, and he’s in a pair of black jeans that hug his legs nicely. As he takes a step forward, Michael notices the crutch in his left hand.

“Michael, Rosa?” he questions as he comes down two short steps, standing before them.

“Hi,” Michael breathes, if possible, Alex is even more gorgeous up close, especially when he smiles at Michael.

“Hi,” he greets back at him, before looking at Rosa to give her a smile of her own. “Well, you didn’t come to see me,” he says, looking down at his dog, who is standing faithfully at his side, waiting. “This is Buffy.”

Buffy looks up at him at her name.

“They’re here for you, baby girl,” he speaks to her. “Greet.”

The moment Alex says the command, Buffy leaves his side, making her way toward Rosa as she gets down to her knees to pet her. Buffy’s tail starts wagging excitedly the second Rosa starts to pet her.

“Who’s a good girl,” Rosa coos at Buffy. “You are, you’re such a good girl, so sweet.”

“She’s a therapy dog,” Alex tells them with a proud look on his face as he watches his dog. Michael bends down too, letting Buffy sniff his hand first, chuckling when she starts to lick it.

“She’s very friendly,” Michael comments, looking up at Alex, his breath catching when he finds Alex’s eyes on him.

Alex nods, his expression soft. “She likes to make friends.”

“We can be her friends,” Rosa says quickly, as she rubs the top of Buffy’s head, looking back at Alex. “Her name? Is it because of the show?”

“Yeah, when my friend Maria and I picked her at the shelter, she said that Buffy would slay my demons,” Alex says with a slight laugh. “It stuck, so I named her Buffy.”

Michael bites down on his lip as he stands up, he does it to keep from asking what Alex’s demons are, wanting to know everything about him.

The rest of the visit, they’re on Alex’s porch. Rosa plays with Buffy, while Michael stares at Alex like an idiot as he tells them cute anecdotes about his dog. He shares a little bit about himself with them, each tidbit Michael stores away for later. He learns that Alex was in the Air Force until he got hurt. Alex knocks on his leg, which Buffy responds by leaving the belly rubs Rosa is giving her to press her small head against her owner’s leg. The gesture obviously meant to comfort him, which going by the smile on Alex’s face it does. He still does military work but as a private contractor and mostly from home and has had Buffy since his enlistment ended, and he hasn’t been in town too long, only a few months.

“I don’t really know much around here,” he comments with a shrug. “The base, the market, and the dog park, but that’s pretty much it.”

“I can show you around,” Michael blurts out before he can stop himself, he feels himself go hot as he feels Rosa’s eyes burn into the side of his face. He knows the second they’re alone; she’s going to mock the hell out of him.

Alex starts to smile only to look over at Rosa. “Umm,” Alex begins nervously, and Michael realizes with surprising clarity that Alex thinks they’re together.

Luckily Rosa seems to notice too, jumping in before he can make a fool of himself. “You guys should go,” she says with a grin. “This loser barely goes out himself, it’s just home and the university for him. Sad, really.”

“You’re just as bad as me,” he argues, trying to defend himself. “When’s the last time you went out?”

“Last week,” Rosa says smugly. “I met up with that hot blonde who modeled for me a few weeks ago, she showed me her portfolio,” she continues, waggling her eyebrows which makes Alex laugh. “You guys could go get a bite, and I can stay and hang with Buffy.”

Alex smirks at her, his eyes dancing with amusement. “That’s really what you’re after, isn’t it?”

“I’ll be honest, you can turn out to be Dahmer and eat Guerin,” Rosa says bluntly, ignoring him when he makes a noise of protest. “I’m cool as long as I get to keep playing with your dog.”

Alex looks at her, letting out a low whistle.

“As you can see, I need better friends,” Michael says, shooting Rosa a glare. “Do you want to go get something to eat?”

Alex bites down on his bottom lip, and it takes everything in Michael not to lean in and do it for him. “Now?”

Michael nods. “No time like the present.”

Alex smiles softly at him, there is a slight rosy color on his cheeks that makes Michael’s heart skip a beat. “Okay, let me get my wallet.”

“And I get to watch Buffy?” Rosa asks hopefully, as he stands. “I’ll take real good care of her, give you picture updates and everything.”

Alex looks at Rosa for a moment before nodding, his amusement obvious. “Sure, she’s really mellow, so I don’t see it being a problem if you really want to watch her.”

“Alex, you’re my new best friend,” Rosa says with a serious expression on her face.

“I’m sure that would mean more to him if you hadn’t just offered your current best friend up to be eaten,” Michael grumbles at her.

Alex laughs as he heads inside.

“This is where you say thank you,” Rosa whispers at him.

Michael frowns at her.”You did nothing,” he answers, getting a snort back.

“I just wing-womaned the shit out of this,” Rosa gripes. “You were just staring at him like a smitten idiot.”

Michael hates that he can’t argue with the truth, and in a fit of childishness, sticks his tongue out at her.

“Mature,” Rosa laughs as Alex comes back.

He gives them a curious look as he closes his door, leash in hand. “We usually go for a walk at seven,” he says, handing Rosa the leash after attaching it to Buffy. “She likes the park two blocks away.”

Rosa nods as she starts walking towards the gate with Buffy. He and Alex follow behind them, crossing the street back to their place where his truck is parked.

“We’ll go for a lovely walk, don’t worry,” Rosa promises.

Alex kneels down to rub Buffy under her chin, getting a lick for his troubles.

“Be good Buffy, I’ll be back soon,” he says tenderly before pressing a kiss on the top of her head, it makes something inside Michael flutter behind his ribcage.

Standing back to his feet, he walks over to Michael, giving him a charmed look when Michael opens the door of his truck for him.

“Have fun you two,” Rosa tells them as Michael puts the car in drive. She picks up Buffy and heads inside.

“You just made her night,” he tells Alex as he starts to drive downtown.

“I’m glad,” Alex answers, flashing him a smile. “You said in your note that you guys can’t have pets?”

“Grumpy landlord,” Michael explains.

Alex makes a face. “That really sucks. I got lucky, my landlady didn’t seem big on pets either, I wasn’t even going to interview for the place, but I brought Buffy with me and explained that she’s my therapy dog and I guess Buffy won her over. It’s hard resisting her face.”

“Probably hard resisting yours too,” Michael blurts out, already cringing before the words are completely out of his mouth. He keeps his eyes on the road to avoid looking at Alex, but after a moment of silence, he can’t help but sneak a peek at him. There’s a shy smile on Alex’s face, and his eyes are welcoming as he looks back at Michael, making him feel more confident to continue. “It’s a very nice face.”

Alex’s smile grows until he’s laughing softly, shaking his head at Michael's boldness. “You have a very nice face too, Michael.”

Michael grins to himself, his heart beating faster with excitement. He parks the car outside his favorite Mexican restaurant. “Hope you like tacos,” he says as he gets out, going around the car to Alex’s door.

“Are you even allowed to live in New Mexico if you don’t like tacos?” he questions, passing Michael his crutch. He gets out, and Michael reaches out his hand at his waist to steady him, his body responding instantly when Alex lets out a small gasp at his touch.

Michael lifts his eyes to Alex’s face, finding his gaze already on him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted, and Mickael knows Alex just felt the same spark he did at their touch. He steps in closer, crowding Alex in the door, his pulse spiking when Alex’s eyes drift down to his mouth.

“Proposal,” he starts, his voice low.

Alex hums softly, his body seemed to sway, brushing against his, his eyes half-closed.

“We turn this into a date,” Michael suggests, smiling at the surprised but happy look Alex gives him.

“How does it differ?” Alex questions with a teasing glint in his eyes.

Michael squeezes the side of Alex, where his hand still rests. “I get to kiss you at the end of the night,” he answers, inhaling sharply when Alex closes the small space between them, brushing his lips against Michael’s.

Alex takes his crutch and Michael’s hand leading him into the restaurant.

“You should text Rosa,” he throws over his shoulder, giving Michael’s hand a squeeze.

“Why?” Michael asks, still a little dazed from the touch of Alex’s lips.

A couple of hours is too fast to fall in love, right?

Alex turns back to him, a beautiful smile on his even more beautiful face, and Michael decides that, no, a couple of hours is more than enough time to fall in love with Alex Manes.

“To tell her that starting tonight, she’s going to have plenty of opportunities to borrow Buffy if I get to borrow her roommate.”

Michael grins, pulling out his phone even as he pulls Alex back into another kiss, this one deeper and longer as he takes his time, enjoying the taste and the sounds Alex makes. Rosa will be pleased with the arrangement, and he’s good with it too.

#roswell nm #malex fic #malex #michael x alex #my writing #buffy manes

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Profiles on Moblie!

Name: Amitsu Katoru

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: Male

Age:10.15(21)

Blood: Gold

Height: 6'6

Sign: Gemries sign of the Savy

Wrigglering day: May 25

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: Alligator Crossed with a Bear.

Typing quirk: Replaces As with @s

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

The owner of a cafe called HoneyBees.

2. Could whip up a custom tea that fits the troll’s personality.

3. Eastern Alterian with a bit of Southern.

4. Amitsu loves large women.

Name: Calice Wahron

Type of Troll: Mutant River

Gender:She/Her

Age: 12.92 (28)

Blood: Olive

Height: 5'11

Sign: LESCES sign of the instructor

Wrigglering day: April 1

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: large Mexican Burrowing Toad named Baba Granham

Typing quirk: replaces K with 8, and E is 3

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

A Mud color artist who makes her own paint.

Fresh water dweller who can not go into the sea.

Tends to nap on the river letting it take her anywhere in her boat.

Has a small collection of books.

Name: Epoina Hompis

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her

Age:10.15 (22)

Blood: Indigo

Height: 6'0

Sign: Sagillo sign of the Lofty

Wrigglering Day: November 21st

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A horse size Valais Blacknose sheep known as Rosie Mcflufbottom or Baa Mama

Typing quirk:Replacing a with ą Ą,o with ø Ø and u with ű Ű.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

“ Høly Eąrth Crąwlers! Løøk ąt this plące”

Much prefers to live off the land than living in luxury.

Has a massive collection of gems and artifacts.

Tends to travel far from home for days at a time.

Name: Ginlee Meggle

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:8.77(19)

Blood: Purple

Height: 7'4

Sign: CAPRIST SIGN OF THE AUDACIOUS

Wrigglering Day: November 2

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: medium size chinchilla with goat hooves named Atari Dustybottom

Typing quirk: start ～♪ and ～♬

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Not used to new things, Ginlee tends to become overly nervous about it.

Secretly writes slam poetry which she thinks as bad.

Has a knowledge of different hues of paint and what would look good.

Its best not to touch Kotton, unless you wish to become paint.

Name: Kimaoi Midria

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her

Age: 11.55(25)

Blood: Bronze

Height: 5'4

Sign: TAURPIA SIGN OF THE AESTHETE

Wrigglering Day: October 13th

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: Six legged Peruvian guinea pig named Cornwall Barnesly or guinny dad

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Typing quirk: Puts ‘¥’ in front of a sentence

Has her own small home business.

Cute and shy on the outside, horror movie junkie on the inside.

Trying to be comfortable in her own skin again.

Pop Karaoke queen.

Name: Kotton Poplus

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:8.77 (19)

Blood: Lime

Height: 5'3

Sign: CANNIUS SIGN OF THE THEATRICAL

Wrigglering day: August 17

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A large maincoon\ persian purrbeast named Bobbinsnot

Typing quirk: Doubles her os

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

A bottle of extreme ball lightening.

Can bend her arm backwards along with several other parts of her body.

Probably the biggest fan of clowns.

Absolutely a wild party girl.

Name: Luenna Coutls

Type of Troll: Mutant land dweller

Gender: She/her

Age: 12.92 (28)

Blood: Indigo

Height: 7'7 tail 6ft

Sign: Doesn’t have a sign

Wrigglering Day: July 16

Lusus: A scale jaguar dragon mix

Voice Claim: Here

Typing quirk: ༄ at beginning and ending of each sentences.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Will run away from any loud noises or strangers. Or the combination of the two.

Carries around a snuggle pelt for comfort.

Doesn’t get outside that much, so we’ll add anything new may scare her to the list.

Has a weakness to hot rocks.

Name: Mariuz Panais

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:He /Him

Age: 9.69(21)

Blood: Lime

Height: 5'6

Sign: CANRIUS SIGN OF THE HELPER

Wrigglering day: December 21

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A pig and elephant hybrid named Percilla

Typing quirk: Having put double letters on some words like ‘ms’,’is’ as well four letter words with ‘as’

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Third fastest delivery troll by bike.

Tends to be overly nervous whenever teased,scared or if he is near someone he likes.

Is known to dance to pop music while at home.

Whenever he is nervous, Mairzu will smell of candy.

Name: Nefiri Bastia

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:10.15(22)

Blood: Olive

Height: 6'10

Sign: LENIUS SIGN OF THE RESTLESS

Wrigglering day: April 13

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A giant size sabertooth Wombat named Bruce Mamaro

Typing quirk: uses capitalize on all her Ss, Cs and Vs

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Was formerly the top huntress of her pride.

Takes play fighting a bit too far at times.

Very competitive.

Hates Cucumbers with a passion.

Name: Nixiie Apilon

Type of Troll: Land?

Gender: She/Her

Age: 11.08(24)

Blood: Jade

Height: 5’3

Sign: Virga sign of the pure

Wrigglering day: March 20th

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A fluffy luna moth caterpillar with cat face and long tail (currently in a cacoon)

Typing quirk: uses a ❀ when talking

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

She will proceed to go after the shiny thing until she catches it.

Nixiie and technology do not mix.

❀ But why can’t I jump out the window! Its fun!❀

Natural flower child.

Name: Rafina Uymumi

Type of Troll: Sea Dweller

Gender:She /Her

Age:12 (26)

Blood: Violet

Height: 6'10

Sign: Aquius SIGN OF THE WHIMSICAL

Wrigglering day: September 22

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: large four eye plesioaur named Morgana

Typing quirk: ♯ and a few fish puns

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Known for her high ring acrobatic dance.

Tends to bing watch fantasy movies and shows.

Had done private shows, if the patron is willing to pay for it.

Has a secret journal half filled with stories about fantasies.

Name: Uniico Katiwa

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him

Age:10.15 (21)

Blood: Bronze

Height: 5'5

Sign: TAURMINO Sign of the lonely

Wrigglering Day: July 23

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A large sheep dog?

Typing quirk:⊱:3 at the start and end of every sentence.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Is a proud descent of a woolbeast herder.

He thinks all sea dwellers are just mutated purples.

Knows his ways around fabric.

Uniico knows the mountains the back of his hand.

Name: Pohkin Boines

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:12.46(27)

Blood: Rust

Height: 6'5

Sign: Arsci SIGN OF THE MEDIC

Wrigglering day:June 20

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A long horned saola

Typing quirk:replaces I with î Î and t with ť Ť

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

High maintenance should be her middle name.

A lady of high society living fantasy.

Takes pride in both her garden and weave care.

God forbid if you enter her hive with dirty shoes.

Name: Wilton Maytio

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him

Age:9.23(20)

Blood: Teal

Height: 6’4

Sign: Libiborn Sign of the Finale

Wrigglering day: October 4

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A panther size Siamese cat

Typing quirk: ♘ has a knight at the beginning and end of his sentences.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Is the pain of the ass of the office.

Has a large collection of wind up toys.

Willing to take on a case if you are able to help him out with a prank.

A regular charming tomcat.

Name: Belity Talkar

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She/Her

Age: 11.08(24)

Blood: Teal

Height: 5’3

Sign: LIBUS SIGN OF THE VIBRANT

Wrigglering Day: August 4

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: One arm silverback Gorilla.

Typing quirk: replaces Cs and Ds with Çč and Ðð

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Has proven she is a lethal little thing.

A siren in lounge singer clothing.

Takes great care with her nails.

A devil in disguise.

Name: Guroka Azothi

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her

Age:8.31(18)

Blood: Lilac

Height: 7’7

Voice Claim: Here

Sign: CAPRINIUS SIGN OF THE CREDULOUS

Wrigglering Day: September 6, 2019

Lusus: Twin tailed Spider Monkey

Typing quirk: uses Replaces H with 🍬.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Wants to be part of a eastern alterinan idol group.

Can’t tell the difference what’s real and not real.

Has a fantastic smile.

A big fan of eastern alterian sweet fashion.

Name: Himwai Mippei

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her

Age:17.54(38)

Blood: powder blue

Height: 6'3

Sign: SCORCEN SIGN OF THE UNITER

Wrigglering Day: February 18,

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: Giant Sugar Glider

Typing quirk: starts sentences with expression emojis (≧◡≦)

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Will mispronounce names.

Study to become a lab technion.

Known to crochet small stuffed animals and other items.

Has an addiction to a drug known as ‘Delightful drops’.

Name: Caesar Pizpea

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him

Age: 11.54(25)

Blood: Indigo

Height: 11’11

Sign: SAGIGA SIGN OF THE BUILDER

Wrigglering Day: May 8

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A small Belted Galloway cow named Bluebabe

Typing quirk: Replaces Oos with Öö and Ee with Éé

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Large body but a rather tiny brain

Overly friendly to small creatures, tends to hug them a bit too tight.

Able to lift a 20 ft tree out roots and all.

Has gotten his head stuck in a paper bag, and mistook it as a cave.

Name: Mascar Oachri

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him

Age: 23.08(50)

Blood: Lime(#7fc924)

Height: 8’5

Sign: [recated]

Wrigglering Day: unknown

Voice Claim: wip

Lusus: Red panda

Typing quirk: ♕ ♛

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Drinks a strange combination of brandy and whisky on the rocks.

Has a strong distaste of high pitch singing and anything pop related.

Once a mafia hitman.

He is mister gives no fucks.

Name: Byuria Matlip

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She/Her

Age: 8.31 (18)

Blood: Teal(#33a1a1)

Height: 5’9

Sign: Limino Sign of the Endurer

Wrigglering Day: August 12

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A Bat Ear Fox Papillon mix.(descese )

Typing quirk: ꧁ ꧂At the begining and end of each sentence.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Can easily walk on her hands.

Byuria use to be a graceful dancer.

Mosty mute but, tends to speak whenever she feels comfortable or needed to.

Had made her own patchwork dolls for comfort.

Name: Anthus Carphi

Type of Troll:

Gender: They/Them

Age:15.69(34)

Blood: Purple

Height: 7’7

Sign: [recatcted]

Wrigglering Day: May 14

Lusus: wip

Voice Claim: here

Typing quirk:✧

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Will end a career in seconds if they doesn’t like you.

Devil in spike heel boots.

Has been the top model for fashion week.

Takes the art of the theater very seriously.

Name: Ostara Purima

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She/Her

Age: 11.08(24)

Blood: Jade

Height: 6’0

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day: March 19

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A large sea otter

Typing quirk: Replaces E with ☘️

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Is the top of her class in the medical healing training and top of her class.

Is an overachiever and a grub hatched bookworm.

A coffee addict whenever she needs something done ahead of a deadline.

Nixiie is her partner whenever group projects come, as well tutoring her on the side.

character design are done by : @mycrappyrpsideblog

Name: Odoria Eander

Type of Troll: land

Gender: She/Her

Age: 18.46(40)

Blood: Purple

Height: 7’6

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day: September 30

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: wip

Typing quirk:♗ beginning of every sentence and capitalizing M and W.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

A devoted follower and second preacher of her church.

Has the most sales in the bake sales.

Appears ditzy and sweet but has a bit of a bitter dark chocolate side.

Odoria host the best movie night.

Name: Olivis Affiti

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:9.69(21)

Blood: Gold (#bcbf06)

Height: 6’2

Sign: GEMRIST SIGN OF THE STREETWISE

Wrigglering Day: February 7

Voice Claim: wip

Lusus: flying fox crossed with a bee named Leeah Counties

Typing quirk: ☞☜ start and end

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

“ ☞Nah Fam, you fucking pay up front in full or prepare to have the neighborhood to see how big your buldge really is like ya did to me.☜”

Always has a back up plan.

Is known to spray paint crude art on empress’s billboards.

Is her low blood neighborhood information broker.

Name: Zaiard Stesla

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:He /Him

Age:9.23(20)

Blood: Brozen (#7d3a0a)

Height: 5’5

Sign: TAURNIUS SIGN OF THE ENTREPRENEUR

Wrigglering Day: July 10

Voice Claim: wip

Lusus: size boa ferret named Sammulast

Typing quirk: Doubles Tts and Zzs

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Always carries his lusus in his pocket.

Is known to have destructive tantrums.

Will take Gummy worms as a form of payment.

Had his inventions either taken away or destroyed twenty times. Scratch that makes that twenty three times.

Name: Bermit Kurabi

Type of Troll: Land?

Gender: Him/He

Age: 8.77(19)

Blood: Mint

Height:5'4

Sign: Virogy sign of the leaper

Wrigglering Day: May 9

Voice Claim: wip

Lusus: [recatcted]

Typing quirk: Replaces D with 🐸

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Tends to become overly excited about everything new.

Has a habit of hoarding random items that he finds outside of the caverns.

Known for having the longest tongue so far.

Blind as a bat, but has an amazing nose.

Name: Shinra Pinren

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him/They/Them

Age: 11.54(25)

Blood: Rust

Height: 5'5

Sign: Arotopia sign of the unseen

Wrigglering Day: 9/20/2020

Lusus: Mothman

Voice Claim: wip

Typing quirk: replaces all Is with 🕯️

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Is on the hunt to document every supernatural in alteriania.

Works at the printing press at the trollian papers

Had managed to get himself in the paper once.

“ Wa🕯t so you don’t see that person beh🕯nd you.”

Name:Carrot Recipe

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She/Her

Age: 15.69(34)

Blood: Bronze

Height: 6'9

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day: September 22

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: Angora rabbit

Typing quirk: Starts sentences with 🥕 and caplizes Gs and Os

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Carrot has a talent when it comes to organic baking.

Tends to over water her plants.

A city girl trying to adjust to life in the country.

She’s a little clumsy when it comes to repairing anything.

Name: Biejin Himmei

Type of Troll: Sea Dweller

Gender: She/Her

Age: 13.85(30)

Blood: Fuchsia

Height: 6'9

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day: May 24

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: Akhlut

Typing quirk: Starts every sentence with 🍓

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Loves to create confectionary jewelry.

Tends to nap during meetings.

Has left low blood decoys when she has to attend to important events.

Biejin has a talent with creating interesting acids and poisons.

#Fantrolls #Fantroll profiles #moblie profiles #profiles #muses profiles #my muses

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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 5 years

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EXO as Hybrids

Requested by @equesasprokishi

Master List

Xiumin- Norwegian Forest Cat

He's way too pretty for this shit

Spends like 4 hours a day just brushing his tail

Big ole bottle-brush tail

People think he's a squirrel

He will then proudly point out his big fluffy ears

Adores being pet

and complimented

seriously, you want him to fall in love with you,

do one of those things

When he's stressed or anxious, he pets his own tail

Mom's his friends a lot and blames it on his cat instincts

Hisses if you piss him off

He's not social

but not exactly anti-social

mostly just doesn't like humans

He's probably never gotten in trouble once

Everyone swears he should be a model

but he's actually a writer

doesn't like big public meetings or gatherings

so no one has ever actually met him

likes to brush Jongdae's tail when it's full of mud or burrs

hates that Jongdae can get him to purr so easily

Luhan- Deer

No one was actually sure what he was when he was a kid

now that he's older he's got these kinda small horns that poke out from his hair

sometimes he lets them grow out

but hates when they get too long

Has the littlest tail that sticks out above his pants

His big eyes mean he can con anyone into doing anything

not a pushover, just a pacifist

Photographer

and a really damn good one

has spreads in magazines from Wildlife to GQ and Elle

Avid Vegetarian

Which makes him super wary around the predator breeds like Suho and Tao mostly

Not so much Chen and Chan

cause they're scavengers, technically

and idiots

close to Sehun and Lay, as fellow prey breeds

Not around a lot

Travels a lot for work

Suho- Wolf

Is pretty much just a very large, fluffy dog

Is 100% a momma dog

an alpha by nature

but the only wolf in his pack

he gets a little ashamed of the fact that Baek and Chan are derived from his species

Makes a lot of threats about “eating the idiots”

But his fluffy ears and tail give him away

Really likes red meat

but won't eat it around the prey types

Looks intimidating

but wouldn't hurt a fly

unless they hurt his pack

Is actually only scared of DO

For good reason

He has scars from that kid

Lay- Ram

Looks really scary

You know, with the spiraled horns that wrap down by his cheekbones

#IntimidatinguntilIsmileclub

Always has jewelry on his horns

He's a bit of a scatterbrain, but not stupid

likes to make things brighter by making jokes

like that he only hangs around predators to look punk rock

he just genuinely enjoys their company

Is the most fun to be around

his presence is super soothing

he has so many rock climbing stories?

Like more than you think he should

People call him a sheep in wolfs clothing

-Baekhyun- Corgi

Its so easy to tell what he is

He's tiny

did you say the cutest smile ever?

Lil bit of pudge to his cheeks

no tail

so when he's excited his butt wiggles

He's a battery

just full of energy

loves attention

once got kicked out of Ikea because a kid started petting his ears and he fell over onto a display

adores kids

never says no when one of them asks to pet his ears

loves being pet

preens worse than Xiu

gets into trouble with Chen and Chan but can cute his way out of any situation

“The cute one” is his official position

no one can take his anger seriously

D.O. Likes to make fun of him

but it never sticks

even though he's an older member all the others watch out for him

way too trusting

its hard to make him mad

when he gets upset his ears flop down

Chen- Fox

Mischievous little shit

He has a tendency to just scream

Which makes his tail bristle and stick straight out

Always laughing

and his laugh is super contagious

Always looks like he's up to something

usually is

then does nothing

which is worse

Uses Chan as a scapegoat a lot

Likes being pet

A lot

Probably more than he should

Loves petting Xiu more

Cause he can't purr, but he likes making Xiu purr

Chan- Dingo

Usually has a goofy smile on his face

not dumb

just oblivious

He's got big blond ears

So he gets mistaken for a corgi a lot

but he is always quick to point out his tail

and that he's way too tall to be a corgi

he's like freakishly long

people used to joke that the ears were fake

he was actually a giraffe

considered a protector

cause so intimidating

but he's a puffball

#intimidatinguntilismileclub

plays a whole bunch of instruments

piano

guitar

bass

is a video game designer

spends most days in a dark room working on things on his computer

Introverted, not antisocial

D.O. -Black Cat

A whole ass Eboy

wears all black, all the time

and has black hair

and black ears

has a couple of gold rings in his ears

and a tear in one

claims the tear is from a fight

But it was just his earring getting caught and pulled out

Kai once bought him a studded collar as a gag

but now he wears it all the time

looks super intimidating

but has the cutest smile

won't admit it:

Loves being pet

Gets into a lot of fights with humans

constantly getting reprimanded by Suho

low-key enjoys being babied

if he purrs because of you

and you bring it up to his friends

he will ignore you

cause he's punk rock

and punk rock kitties hate pets

and they don't purr

Tao- Siberian Tiger

What is black and white and fuzzy all over?

Zitao

Has the most beautiful black and white stripes

and only wears monochromatic clothing (same)

is actually a model

considered a “Rare Breed Hybrid”

his fur is crazy soft

which keeps him warm

he still lives for winter

has like 400 winter jackets

another member of the #intimidatinguntilismileclub

likes to joke about eating Sehun the most

but straight up couldn't

he tried once

for real

but he just couldn't

Kai- Red Panda

People usually think he's a cat breed

but his tail is much longer

also, his tail never touches the ground

unless he's really upset

its usually either in his hands

or wrapped around his leg

occasionally he'll entwine it with D.O.s

just to see the kitty blush

D.O. Hangs around him the most

Kai swears its cause he's too cute to ignore

but its actually cause he only acts dumb sometimes

another model

part of the preening club

likes to climb things

everything

doesn't sit normally in chairs

usually sits on the back of them

has a collection of cool rocks

Sehun- Rabbit

Sassy lil bastard

Calls Baek, Chan and Suho all “Doggos”

Xiu and D.O. Are “pretty kitties”

when people get mad at him he just pouts

and how can you say no when one of his ears flops down and the other one stays up?

Answer: you don't

He and Luhan bonded over their tiny tails

easily annoyed

always snacking

everything from blueberries to whole sandwiches

usually in places, he shouldn't logically have food

like airplanes or police stations

works at a daycare

Every kid's favorite teacher

refers to his apartment as his burrow

sleeps in a burrito

Owns a full blood rabbit that matches him

calls it Boba

I don’t own the gifs used. Sorry my dudes

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bucketotrolls-moblie-profiles · 4 years

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Mobile Profiles

Name: Amitsu Katoru

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: Male

Age:10.15(21)

Blood: Gold

Height: 6'6

Sign: Gemries sign of the Savy

Wrigglering day: May 25

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: Alligator Crossed with a Bear.

Typing quirk: Replaces As with @s

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

The owner of a cafe called HoneyBees.

2. Could whip up a custom tea that fits the troll’s personality.

3. Eastern Alterian with a bit of Southern.

4. Amitsu loves large women.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Taluco Lalens @ask-swagger-dagger-trolls shipname: Strawberry Tea

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Calice Wahron

Type of Troll: Mutant River

Gender:She/Her

Age: 12.92 (28)

Blood: Olive

Height: 5'11

Sign: LESCES sign of the instructor

Wrigglering day: April 1

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: large Mexican Burrowing Toad named Baba Granham

Typing quirk: replaces K with 8, and E is 3

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

A Mud color artist who makes her own paint.

Fresh water dweller who can not go into the sea.

Tends to nap on the river letting it take her anywhere in her boat.

Has a small collection of books.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: crushing

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Epoina Hompis

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her

Age:10.15 (22)

Blood: Indigo

Height: 6'0

Sign: Sagillo sign of the Lofty

Wrigglering Day: November 21st

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A horse size Valais Blacknose sheep known as Rosie Mcflufbottom or Baa Mama

Typing quirk:Replacing a with ą Ą,o with ø Ø and u with ű Ű.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

“ Høly Eąrth Crąwlers! Løøk ąt this plące”

Much prefers to live off the land than living in luxury.

Has a massive collection of gems and artifacts.

Tends to travel far from home for days at a time.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Vohert Bogart @princeofdoomrps -Blueberry Strudels

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Ginlee Meggle

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:8.77(19)

Blood: Purple

Height: 7'4

Sign: CAPRIST SIGN OF THE AUDACIOUS

Wrigglering Day: November 2

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: medium size chinchilla with goat hooves named Atari Dustybottom

Typing quirk: start ～♪ and ～♬

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Not used to new things, Ginlee tends to become overly nervous about it.

Secretly writes slam poetry which she thinks as bad.

Has a knowledge of different hues of paint and what would look good.

Its best not to touch Kotton, unless you wish to become paint.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Kotton Poplus- candy pop

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Kimaoi Midria

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her

Age: 11.55(25)

Blood: Bronze

Height: 5'4

Sign: TAURPIA SIGN OF THE AESTHETE

Wrigglering Day: October 13th

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: Six legged Peruvian guinea pig named Cornwall Barnesly or guinny dad

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Typing quirk: Puts ‘¥’ in front of a sentence

Has her own small home business.

Cute and shy on the outside, horror movie junkie on the inside.

Trying to be comfortable in her own skin again.

Pop Karaoke queen.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Luxura Welran @mortuo-trolls

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Kotton Poplus

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:8.77 (19)

Blood: Lime

Height: 5'3

Sign: CANNIUS SIGN OF THE THEATRICAL

Wrigglering day: August 17

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A large maincoon\ persian purrbeast named Bobbinsnot

Typing quirk: Doubles her os

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

A bottle of extreme ball lightening.

Can bend her arm backwards along with several other parts of her body.

Probably the biggest fan of clowns.

Absolutely a wild party girl.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Ginlee Meggles- CandyPop

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Luenna Coutls

Type of Troll: Mutant land dweller

Gender: She/her

Age: 12.92 (28)

Blood: Indigo

Height: 7'7 tail 6ft

Sign: Doesn’t have a sign

Wrigglering Day: July 16

Lusus: A scale jaguar dragon mix

Voice Claim: Here

Typing quirk: ༄ at beginning and ending of each sentences.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Will run away from any loud noises or strangers. Or the combination of the two.

Carries around a snuggle pelt for comfort.

Doesn’t get outside that much, so we’ll add anything new may scare her to the list.

Has a weakness to hot rocks.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Sprites and character design are done by :

@you-cansci-me

Name: Mariuz Panais

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:He /Him

Age: 9.69(21)

Blood: Lime

Height: 5'6

Sign: CANRIUS SIGN OF THE HELPER

Wrigglering day: December 21

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A pig and elephant hybrid named Percilla

Typing quirk: Having put double letters on some words like ‘ms’,’is’ as well four letter words with ‘as’

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Third fastest delivery troll by bike.

Tends to be overly nervous whenever teased,scared or if he is near someone he likes.

Is known to dance to pop music while at home.

Whenever he is nervous, Mairzu will smell of candy.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: crushing

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Mariot Lotora

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:11.55(25)

Blood: Jade

Height: 6’7

Sign: Virus SIGN OF THE ADAPTABLE

Wrigglering day: January 1

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A six arm kangaroo

Typing quirk: Doubles her Xs,Ws, and Us

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Always making sure everyone in the caverns has something to eat before studying.

Manages the largest recording of troll ancestorsty .

First time being a mother to her own wriggler.

Often panics whenever something goes wrong making it appear worse than it actually is.

Quardrants:

Matespritship:Aidore Mikriu

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Nefiri Bastia

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:10.15(22)

Blood: Olive

Height: 6'10

Sign: LENIUS SIGN OF THE RESTLESS

Wrigglering day: April 13

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A giant size sabertooth Wombat named Bruce Mamaro

Typing quirk: uses capitalize on all her Ss, Cs and Vs

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Was formerly the top huntress of her tribe.

Takes play fighting a bit too far at times.

Very competitive.

Hates Cucumbers with a passion.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Matespritship: Mekale - @ask-swagger-dagger-trolls - Flying Sqitties

Moirail: open

Kismesis: Irados Blitza - @ask-a-few-trolls

Auspistice: open

Name: Nixiie Apilon

Type of Troll: Land?

Gender: She/Her

Age: 11.08(24)

Blood: Jade

Height: 5’3

Sign: Virga sign of the pure

Wrigglering day: March 20th

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A fluffy luna moth caterpillar with cat face and long tail (currently in a cacoon)

Typing quirk: uses a ❀ when talking

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

She will proceed to go after the shiny thing until she catches it.

Nixiie and technology do not mix.

❀ But why can’t I jump out the window! Its fun!❀

Natural flower child.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Rafina Uymumi

Type of Troll: Sea Dweller

Gender:She /Her

Age:12 (26)

Blood: Violet

Height: 6'10

Sign: Aquius SIGN OF THE WHIMSICAL

Wrigglering day: September 22

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: large four eye plesioaur named Morgana

Typing quirk: ♯ and a few fish puns

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Known for her high ring acrobatic dance.

Tends to bing watch fantasy movies and shows.

Had done private shows, if the patron is willing to pay for it.

Has a secret journal half filled with stories about fantasies.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Orchid Roeana

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:He/Him

Age:13.38(29)

Blood: Jade

Height: 6'6

Sign: Viries sign of the mother

Wrigglering Day: August 23

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: large stork and swan hybrid known as Ms Paradox Space Stork

Typing quirk: Start and end with ❦

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Never stay in one spot for long.

Has a bottomless bag.

Tends to sneak mutated grubs to grubless lusus.

Tries his best to save everyone even if they appear to be a lost cause.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Uniico Katiwa

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him

Age:10.15 (21)

Blood: Bronze

Height: 5'5

Sign: TAURMINO Sign of the lonely

Wrigglering Day: July 23

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A large sheep dog?

Typing quirk:⊱:3 at the start and end of every sentence.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Is a proud descent of a woolbeast herder.

He thinks all sea dwellers are just mutated purples.

Knows his ways around fabric.

Uniico knows the mountains the back of his hand.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Lavase Copory belongs to @leethetrashpage - SilkPom

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

character design are done by : @ask-these-fantrolls

Name: Pohkin Boines

Type of Troll: Land

Gender:She /Her

Age:9.69(21)

Blood: Rust

Height: 6'5

Sign: Arsci SIGN OF THE MEDIC

Wrigglering day:June 20

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A long horned saola

Typing quirk:replaces I with î Î and t with ť Ť

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

High maintenance should be her middle name.

A lady of high society living fantasy.

Takes pride in both her garden and weave care.

God forbid if you enter her hive with dirty shoes.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Wilton Maytio

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him

Age:9.23(20)

Blood: Teal

Height: 6’4

Sign: Libiborn Sign of the Finale

Wrigglering day: October 4

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A panther size Siamese cat

Typing quirk: ♘ has a knight at the beginning and end of his sentences.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Is the pain of the ass of the office.

Has a large collection of wind up toys.

Willing to take on a case if you are able to help him out with a prank.

A regular charming tomcat.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: crushing

Moirail: open

Kismesis: Eyries Stigot- @abysmaltourmaline

Auspistice: open

Name: Belity Talkar

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She/Her

Age: 11.08(24)

Blood: Teal

Height: 5’3

Sign: LIBUS SIGN OF THE VIBRANT

Wrigglering Day: August 4

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: One arm silverback Gorilla.

Typing quirk: replaces Cs and Ds with Çč and Ðð

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Has proven she is a lethal little thing.

A siren in lounge singer clothing.

Takes great care with her nails.

A devil in disguise.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: Xariie Yrictt belongs to @leethetrashpage ship name: Retro Playlist.

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Guroka Azothi

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her

Age:8.31(18)

Blood: Lilac

Height: 7’7

Voice Claim: Here

Sign: CAPRINIUS SIGN OF THE CREDULOUS

Wrigglering Day: September 6, 2019

Lusus: Twin tailed Spider Monkey

Typing quirk: uses Replaces H with 🍬.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Wants to be part of a eastern alterinan idol group.

Can’t tell the difference what’s real and not real.

Has a fantastic smile.

A big fan of eastern alterian sweet fashion.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Sprites are done by : @ask-these-fantrolls

Name: Himwai Mippei

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She /Her

Age:17.54(38)

Blood: powder blue

Height: 6'3

Sign: SCORCEN SIGN OF THE UNITER

Wrigglering Day: February 18,

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: Giant Sugar Glider

Typing quirk: starts sentences with expression emojis (≧◡≦)

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Will mispronounce names.

Study to become a lab technion.

Known to crochet small stuffed animals and other items.

Has an addiction to a drug known as ‘Delightful drops’.

Quardrants:

Matespritship:

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Caesar Pizpea

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him

Age: 11.54(25)

Blood: Indigo

Height: 11’11

Sign: SAGIGA SIGN OF THE BUILDER

Wrigglering Day: May 8

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A small Belted Galloway cow named Bluebabe

Typing quirk: Replaces Oos with Öö and Ee with Éé

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Large body but a rather tiny brain

Overly friendly to small creatures, tends to hug them a bit too tight.

Able to lift a 20 ft tree out roots and all.

Has gotten his head stuck in a paper bag, and mistook it as a cave.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Mascar Oachri

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: He/Him

Age: 23.08(50)

Blood: Lime(#7fc924)

Height: 8’5

Sign: [recated]

Wrigglering Day: unknown

Voice Claim: wip

Lusus: Red panda

Typing quirk: ♕ ♛

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Drinks a strange combination of brandy and whisky on the rocks.

Has a strong distaste of high pitch singing and anything pop related.

Once a mafia hitman.

He is mister gives no fucks.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Byuria Matlip

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She/Her

Age: 8.31 (18)

Blood: Teal(#33a1a1)

Height: 5’9

Sign: Limino Sign of the Endurer

Wrigglering Day: August 12

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: A Bat Ear Fox Papillon mix.(descese )

Typing quirk: ꧁ ꧂At the begining and end of each sentence.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Can easily walk on her hands.

Byuria use to be a graceful dancer.

Mosty mute but, tends to speak whenever she feels comfortable or needed to.

Had made her own patchwork dolls for comfort.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Anthus Carphi

Type of Troll:

Gender: They/Them

Age:15.69(34)

Blood: Purple

Height: 7’7

Sign: [recatcted]

Wrigglering Day: May 14

Lusus: wip

Voice Claim: here

Typing quirk:✧

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Will end a career in seconds if they doesn’t like you.

Devil in spike heel boots.

Has been the top model for fashion week.

Takes the art of the theater very seriously.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: Joviia Gorgol belongs to @leethetrashpage Spotlight-Thieves

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Ostara Purima

Type of Troll: Land

Gender: She/Her

Age: 11.08(24)

Blood: Jade

Height: 6’0

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day: March 19

Voice Claim: Here

Lusus: A large sea otter

Typing quirk: Replaces E with ☘️

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Is the top of her class in the medical healing training and top of her class.

Is an overachiever and a grub hatched bookworm.

A coffee addict whenever she needs something done ahead of a deadline.

Nixiie is her partner whenever group projects come, as well tutoring her on the side.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

character design are done by : @mycrappyrpsideblog

Name: Odoria Eander

Type of Troll: land

Gender: She/Her

Age: 18.46(40)

Blood: Purple

Height: 7’6

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day: September 30

Voice Claim: here

Lusus: wip

Typing quirk:♗ beginning of every sentence and capitalizing M and W.

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

A devoted follower and second preacher of her church.

Has the most sales in the bake sales.

Appears ditzy and sweet but has a bit of a bitter dark chocolate side.

Odoria host the best movie night.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

Name: Ambean Saraza

Type of Troll: Sea Dweller

Gender: She/her

Age: (21)

Blood: pastel indigo

Height: 7’9

Sign: wip

Wrigglering Day: January 12

Voice Claim:

Lusus: her mama Perlas and her lusus a 12 foot long Oarfish.

Typing quirk: replaces B with 🍑

Four bulletpoint facts about the troll:

Ambean is very playful though she doesn’t realize the other party is playing or not.

Her tribe is under a coral reef with a maze of tunnels for above and under the water.

A chalk artist, though it’s hard to find white chalk.

Ambean is the cause of a lot of capsizing for a lot of tribes who might be out on the water.

Quardrants:

Matespritship: open

Moirail: open

Kismesis: open

Auspistice: open

#work in progress #moblie profiles

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The Demon and Angel (Pt 2)

A/N: Yes I am sick atm so yes I should be resting did that stop me? Nope.

Pt 1

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

WC: 1,054 STILL SO SHORT I HATE MYSELF

ships: Romantic Moxiety

warnings: Anxiety, Nervousness, Panic attack, Anxiety Attack, Mention of Abuse, Mentions of capture, mentions of torture, ???

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover @stormcrawler75 @mutechild @mycatshuman @panicattheeverywhere15 @thewinterbookqueen @analogical-mess @sevencrashing @thatgaydemigodnerd @darkhumourandfandoms @whymustibedraggedintofandomhell @romanslunchbox

Instantly Virgil’s mind began to race. He shouldn’t have said anything to this human, he’ll only get in trouble now. He even told him his name what kind of idiot is he??? He was practically asking for pain now. Wait maybe he won’t get pain this time? After all, he did answer a question that’s a good thing right?? He hoped so at least since he can’t tell what this person’s thoughts were…

As his thoughts raced his body tensed up against the blanket. His wing and tail wrapped tightly around his torso. It felt like his brain was short-circuiting as his chest and lungs burned. There was a sudden burst of ringing in his ears ones that ringed his entire body and made him shiver and shake even more. All he could hear was the ringing. He wasn’t getting enough air in his body, he could tell. Why did his vision become suddenly fuzzy?? He couldn’t see the human quite right anymore.

“Virgil? That’s an interesting name! I like it! What are you doing out here by yourself? I’m guessing your homeless right? Well we can’t have that now, can we! Zoe? Zoe, what’s wrong?”

Through his silent pleadings for air, he could hear something whimpering loudly. His muscles tightened up against the sound instinctively. Closing his eyes he awaited pain as he pleaded for it all to be over with soon. Maybe he’ll be left alone soon, maybe he won’t get as much of a punishment this time, maybe-

His thoughts came to a dead halt when he felt something land on top of him. It wasn’t hard or sharp or hell even rough no it was…soft? Fluffy? Almost like a pillow? His eyes snapped open to find the dog on his lap.

The dog looked up to him worryingly and whining through the ringing.

He’s never felt anything so soft before…

Though he was afraid to move his hand the dog leaned forward into his closed fist and nudged his hand so it was on top of its head. Then it headbutted his face softly.

He wasn’t sure what was going on but the fur was so soft… He imagined this must be what clouds felt like. He could feel the warm breath of the dog on his face warming his cheeks ever so slightly.

But still, he couldn’t draw in any air even though he felt himself calming down. Why couldn’t he breathe???

“Oh, are you panicking? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to freak you out. It’s going to be okay alright? I’m not going to hurt you. Can you focus on me?” Virgil blinked up at the human he could barely even see the human through his tears. “Breathe along with me alright? Breathe in for 4 okay? I’ll count with you. 1-2. It’s okay it’s okay let’s start over your doing well, kiddo.”

It felt like a lifetime but eventually, Virgil could breathe halfway decently without feeling like every breath was a razor going through his lungs. Once he calmed down he wiped his eyes with his other hand not wanting to let the dog go. It was strangely…comforting.

“Are you okay now? I hope I didn’t cause you too much distress I’m so sorry.”

Why did the human sound so worried about him? So concerned? A human shouldn't sound concerned about the likes of him. Or at least any human he's seen has ever cared about him. The most kindness he got was a glare as he was tossed some blankets through the bars of his bedroom. This was...he didn't know what to say about it. Other then he was hopelessly confused at the matter. Maybe this was some trick?? Humans were rather manipulative at times...

He nodded, he was too scared to speak now.

Zoe barked once though thankfully it wasn’t as loud as before.

“Oh that’s good I’m so glad kiddo. Can I touch you?”

Another nod and another bark.

“I’ll place my hand on your lap okay? I promise I’m not going to hurt you.”

Virgil didn’t do anything as he felt a gentle hand be placed on his leg just like he said. He tried not to flinch at the feeling. He almost wanted to lean into the touch, how stupid is he.

“Why don’t we get out of the rain huh kiddo? I promise you’re safe okay? My home isn’t too far away I can warm you up with some hot chocolate and blankets how does that sound?”

Virgil didn’t know most of the words Patton just said but being warm sounded nice at least. Despite his brain screaming at him to run and never look back he felt his head nod. It’s not like he has anything else to lose right? Patton seems trustworthy enough at least. He’s had plenty of chances to hurt him by now but he hasn’t yet…

Very slowly he stood up on shaky legs one hand still on Zoe’s head. He tightened the blanket around his shoulders as the cold air gripped him tightly now that he was away from the shelter of the tarp. Zoe’s tail wagged as she stayed by his side he could feel her fur brush up against his dirty jeans. The soft fur between his fingers gripped him tighter to reality. He almost wanted to thread his fingers through the fluffy fur but decided against it.

“I’m glad you decided to come with us, kiddo. I’m going to protect you from now on! Can I hold your hand?”

Protect… He didn’t even know what that word means anymore… But he did nod to the question that did sound nice. With very careful fingers he lightly gripped one of Patton’s fingers and thread it through his own. Patton beamed as he gripped tightly.

Just like that, they walked out of the dark alleyway to the brightly light streets. One of Virgil’s hand in Patton’s and the other on the dog not wanting to let go of either of them. He hoped he won’t regret this decision. He really hoped he wasn’t walking into a trap. All he wanted was to be safe now and leave the past behind him. Would that be too much to ask? He hoped not…But as he looked over to Patton he gulped, he really hoped not…

#patton sanders #patton #virgil sanders #virgil #half demon virgil #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fic #sanders sides human au #sanders sides au #moxiety #romantic moxiety #sanders sides demon au #demon virgil #my fics #thomas sanders #up next we will see lo lo!!!#and its not gonna be pretty so stay tuned!!!

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