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[Update] Breakfast

Fri, 17 May 2013 01:43:00 -0600

Hey guys let’s play how long did it take me to write something I said I would forever ago! I finally finished up a thing I mentioned I’d write about…late last year based off this post right here. It was around the time I first started mentioning Wild to people, I think…anyway, here it is!

~~I still have to finish that Caitlyn/Jayce fic for my sister.~~

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He had woken himself up somehow, much earlier than usual, and for some reason couldn’t get the idea out of his head. Because of this, he also couldn’t get himself back to sleep again…and yet, a part of him didn’t want to sleep anymore. Ezreal usually isn’t a morning person, or in this case an early night person, but for once he wants to do something nice for these two in return for all they’ve done for him. Even if he has to get up ridiculously early in the night, he is dead set on sneaking out of bed as carefully as he can as to not disturb the two creatures previously clinging to him then rushing downstairs to set his plan into motion.

As he gathers various pans, plates, silverware, and of course meats, Ezreal ponders over just how long it’s been since his companions took him in. A few months? Weeks? It could even be but a few days, even if that is highly unlikely, and Ezreal wouldn’t know the difference anymore. It seems like forever…he still is shocked he even survived the whole thing, much less with two man-eaters as his caretakers.

Always the exploring type, Ezreal had decided to go off on some expedition without planning a thing of it. He merely walked in one direction for weeks and looked around as he went. Sadly for him, in his rushed excitement over such a wonderful idea, he didn’t quite plan on how to get back home. This left him stranded in the middle of nowhere with nothing but an empty backpack and his own survival skills. They are good skills, naturally, but he couldn’t quite escape the bitter cold of winter with the clothes he had packed or even with a fire. He was able to survive easily off the wildlife and plantlife, but the cold was simply too much to bear. Eventually he got sick, much too sick to forage or hunt, and would surely have frozen to death soon enough.

Lucky for him, Ezreal so happened to be found not by a bear or wolf or wild cat or glacial dragon, but a pair of man-eating, blood-drinking monsters. He was too tired at the time to notice anything off about them, and even if he had he wouldn’t have been able to do much about it as the slightly shorter of the two beasts, Dmitri, lifted him up and carried him off with ease. The larger of the two, Vladimir, tailed behind closely, protective of his long-time companion. Ezreal remembers clinging to the shirt of the one carrying him as tightly as he could given his low strength, dearly hoping he wouldn’t be dropped off elsewhere to die or left alone. Fearful as he was of death, soon after they arrived at the beasts’ home, Ezreal fell asleep.

Long story cut short, the two slumbering beings upstairs found Ezreal horribly sick and freezing to death miles from their home, then decided to take him into their abode and nurse him back to health. Even today he is completely sure they intended to devour him once he was well again, as Vladimir dislikes eating ‘spoiled meat,’ and yet they decided against it. He knows they came close the day everyone was sure the young human was finally well again. Ezreal was lying defenseless, stomach-to-stomach on top of Dmitri as he often did (and still does to this day) while Vladimir was on the boy’s back, and both sets of sharp teeth were mere inches from his neck …yet, they did not kill him. They bit him for the first time, yes, but they were light for the most part and never drew too much blood. Love bites, in other words, except much gentler when compared to those Dmitri and Vladimir give each other.

The point is, Ezreal recalls as he sets some meat on the pan and begins his cooking, those two have saved his life and housed him and cared for him. They’ve accepted him, a human, as one of their own rather than a nice meal…okay, so sometimes he is still a nice meal and Ezreal is still wary around his companions, but he is kept alive and these two men are kind to him so he wants to do something kind in return. Making breakfast isn’t much in comparison, but it’s all he can do at the moment.

Ezreal removes some bacon from the pan almost immediately after searing both sides; he will try many different cooking methods for these meats. Vladimir and Dmitri prefer raw meat, but why not let them try some cooked? Maybe they will like it. Some seasoning won’t hurt, either. They never use seasoning too often unless it’s for Ezreal’s food or if Dmitri is curious about tossing a bunch of spices onto something, which doesn’t usually end well for him. Anyway, he is sure these two will not have tasted most of what he will make for them today. The thought alone of pleasing his dearest companions brings a smile to his face as he continues on with his surprise.

Steak is another favorite, and sausage is rarely eaten yet no doubt something those two will enjoy. Ezreal sets up a few more pans, collects some spices and herbs from various places in this rather roomy kitchen, and continues his work. By roomy, he means bigger than cramped. His old kitchen was the smallest thing, completely useless and not at all fit for any form of culinary task. This one is a good several feet and even has one of those island counters in the center, which makes switching between seasoning and plating an easy task. He’s by no means a good cook, so any help is much welcomed.

Several minutes pass and in no time at all there’s a ton of meat ready (and hopefully kept warm enough in a now cooling yet still warm oven…he honestly is unsure if that will work but tries it anyway) for eating and no doubt the whole downstairs area smells of the stuff. Possibly upstairs as well, come to think of it…oh well, those two usually don’t wake up so early in the night—

Clearly this is one of those times, as now two arms warp around his waist and warm breath is felt on his ear. Ezreal, naturally, nearly jumps out of his skin, instead managing a start and slight jump, to which the one behind him laughs groggily, “Someone has been busy this evening…” Vladimir takes a pause as he moves his head away from Ezreal’s only to take a quick look around the kitchen then return to whispering against the boy’s ear, “and something smells excellent, my dear human mate.”

Oh, Ezreal certainly fights a shudder at that and focuses on the stove to try to hide his heated face; he…he might have forgotten to mention that part. The likely reason for being spared by those two creatures is that Dmitri and Vladimir grew very fond of Ezreal over the time spent coddling him. Very fond of him. The two are never slack in their affections and constantly ensure Ezreal knows just how they feel about him, and so far it has always been positive…sort of. They are painfully blunt and never see fit to sugar coat anything they say, be it about the young human being their midnight snack or their late night plaything. Again Ezreal fights a blush at those memories; usually his companions are tame in their affections, but sometimes things get a bit wild, as to be expected of animals. Vladimir especially…

Ezreal turns his attention from his thoughts and the slab of meat in the pan to his larger companion, “Morning— er, night! Sorry if I woke you up, I was hoping to surprise you two when you got up, but uh…I didn’t think about the fact you’d hear and smell this.” He looks back down at the pan just in time for Vladimir to lower his head and start kissing Ezreal’s neck. On top of this, Vlad’s arms are still tight around his waist, making it near impossible to move too much. Thankfully, Ezreal somehow manages to continue his poking at this steak and flipping it over every now and again despite this large creature’s ‘help.’

A low hum escapes Vladimir, though it’s more a rumble in his chest than a hum, “Think nothing of it. Dmitri is still fast asleep and I quite enjoy your little surprise for us so far.” He no doubt pauses this time to smirk groggily— oh, that and move his head up to near Ezreal’s ear, “You know how famished I am in the mornings, my dear, and this is a most welcome wake up.”

Boy does he ever know. Vlad has a tendency to, when hungry, focus on eating as soon as he possibly can. Often times this means chasing Ezreal around until finally tackling the poor boy to the ground and chugging down blood until realizing he should stop and maybe let Ezreal keep some of that. Or sometimes he wakes up before Ezreal then takes a bite out of the young human while said human was asleep. Other times Vladimir will even go after Dmitri, but for the most part he of course enjoys the taste of human in the morning…or night, in this case.

He nods, forcing a quick laugh simply to calm himself a little, “Sure do.” Ezreal sets this steak aside and snatches another to set onto the pan; good thing he has those lying close by. “So, any preferences on seasoning or temperature since you’re up?”

Vladimir chuckles, though this sound still has a tired tone to it, and moves his head back down to the boy’s neck, “Mhm…your blood would make a most excellent topping to a raw steak, my dear.” Ezreal stiffens somewhat, though it’s pretty clear this is a joke so he manages again to force a laugh. Vladimir smiles against Ezreal’s neck, the creature’s tongue darting out for a quick taste before retreating back into that obviously salivating mouth of his, “I am pleased to hear you would not mind such a thing.”

Ezreal pales somewhat, “That’s not what I meant, I would really rather not be part of your breakfast today, I, uh…don’t know why I laughed.” He puts on a sheepish grin as he turns his head a bit to look at his companion. Vlad looks tired still, as expected, but he doesn’t appear to be angry or too affectionate or too hungry, so with a little luck this could turn out to be a good group breakfast. Ezreal stops poking at that steak long enough to reach back and tuck some of Vlad’s long, white hair behind one of his ears; he is half tempted to scratch behind that ear, as Vladimir grudgingly admitted once to enjoying the feeling, but holds back.

“Possibly because you know what I say is true but are unwilling to admit it? A young, healthy little human like yourself has such a great taste…it is simply the best one of my kind can get.” Vladimir’s lazy smirk widens to a toothy grin at Ezreal’s sudden interest in the sizzling piece of meat on the stove.

The young human finally opens his mouth to protest, even if his tone might be the slightest bit shaky— “Vladimir, my beloved, are you cooking our little mate?” Oh, good, Dmitri’s here. Maybe he can get Vladimir to ease off. The oldest member of their little group is usually the one to stop Vlad from devouring Ezreal, so it’s safe to assume he should be in the clear now— “It smells wonderful, however I never thought you the type to cook him…I always assumed we would have him raw.” …What…?

Dmitri spares no time in taking his place on Ezreal’s other side, Vladimir swiftly moving over to give his long-time mate more room, “Not cook, merely contemplating his blood as a sauce, but if you wish to have him all now, I would have no objections.” Ezreal tries to focus on cooking as Vladimir speaks, having just recently put yet another new slab of meat on the pan, but sadly can’t manage it. He at least avoids shaking, even with both creatures keeping one arm around his waist and the other wherever needed to keep Ezreal in place for them to sniff at.

Soon enough, Dmitri nuzzles the boy’s neck and purrs to his fellow monster of a mate, “I would love that very much! What is the plan, then, my beloved? Personally, a little bit of a sear is nice, but I know how much you like your raw meats.” Oh…oh…oh, no. Ezreal shakes his head slightly, neither males taking notice of it; these two— no, they wouldn’t hurt him, not after caring for him for so long. This is just some—

Vladimir nips at his neck, earning a startled squeak from the young human, then hums cheerily, “Yes, raw is always a preference. Though, I know you like seasonings, so we could always mash up his insides for a nice soup, if you would like.” Dmitri seems shocked at the offer, flattered and pleased, but shocked at such generosity; Vladimir nods, a wide smile on his face, “You always have adored the innards, my dear Dmitri, and if you will allow me some raw meat then it is only fair I should allow you the insides. You may do whatever you wish with them.”

“Ah! Vladimir, my dearest Vladimir, you are too kind!” Dmitri’s clawed finger traces up and down Ezreal’s stomach, to which the young boy’s legs almost give out under him. They— they are really going to do this aren’t they? Ezreal looks from Vladimir to Dmitri, desperately searching for any sign of a joke. Unfortunately, it is near impossible to tell, especially due to the fact Dmitri’s hand slips under his nightshirt, and sadly not at all in just a teasing manner, and easily loses his focus. This certainly startles Ezreal, but he can’t do much as Dmitri lightly probes his sides and stomach area; he’s just lucky those claws don’t puncture his soft skin. “Hm…are you sure you wish to go through with that, my beloved? He certainly has more in terms of insides than he does muscle, and I do not wish to cheat you out of a fair portion!”

Ezreal tries to duck down between them, obviously failing due to the fact both of these beasts have at least one arm around him, then tries backing up or pressing against the counter. None of this does anything but shift him in place, unfortunately for him. Why would they do this? Show such affection to him, feed him and house him, even share a bed with him, then speak of him as if he were one of those meats the boy was prepping earlier…why do any of it if this was ultimately his fate?

He opens his mouth many times to try and get a word in, anything to try and change their minds, but his words fail him. Ezreal can’t even manage a pitiful whimper, much less a coherent sentence. All he can seem to do is look at his companions with wide eyes and try to keep from freaking out. He feels teeth and lips and occasionally a tongue on his neck, he tries to keep his footing but in all honesty it is the ones situated on either side of him that keep him standing anymore.

All the while, Vladimir and Dmitri continue their sick conversation. Vladimir nods in reply to his oldest mate, “I am positive. You adore eating the insides much more than I, Dmitri, and I want nothing more than to please you—”

Finally, Ezreal chokes out, “V-Vladimir?! Dmitri?! Why a— why are you doing this to me?!” He feels Vladimir’s chest rumbling, be it in a purr or a growl he is unsure at the time, “I— I’ll make you guys breakfast everyday if that’s what it takes for you to— I mean I could try to…” he simply loses his train of thought, Dmitri’s kind yet terrifying grin derailing any possible suggestion he could make. His face still heats up when Dmitri kisses him, lightly as the slightly taller creature always does. Why…?

Vladimir runs his fingers down the young human’s spine, then wraps that arm tightly around Ezreal’s waist once again. He says nothing as he lowers his head to level those cruel fangs to the boy’s neck, Dmitri mimicking that action as well. Nothing is said as the two bite down at roughly the same time, and Ezreal only manages a hiss through his teeth and a struggle to keep back his tears in response. He can’t believe this is happening…after he trusted them so much. After he thought they loved him…at least these two are going to make him dizzy before tearing him up, which is certainly much more merciful than they are to most—

Just like that, both creatures lick their respective bite wounds shut and give Ezreal an innocently kind smile. He blinks in response, stunned. Both older males slightly tighten their grip, moving Ezreal from the counter only to properly situate him between themselves in an oddly friendly hug.

Again, Ezreal blinks a few times. Eventually, after a few moments of silence and nuzzling from the two beasts that just moments ago were talking of eating him, he finds his voice, “What was that?” His tone is low, strained. He’s still frightened, but…but it’s wearing off. He just needs to calm down, everything will be fine.

Dmitri cheerily laughs, “It was merely a small trick, little one! Quite honestly, I did not expect you to fall for it…” he sighs, shaking his head but smiling all the same, “humans are so distrustful!” Gee, wonder why that is.

The young human looks to Vladimir, whom so nods in agreement, “I was serious about the blood as sauce thing, but everything else was false, my dear.” He pauses, then revises, “On second thought, it would be better to say ‘everything but the mentions of taste were false.’ You would make a wonderful breakfast, my dear.”

Ezreal pales and again feels his legs attempt to buckle under him, though doesn’t actually fall due to the fact both creatures are holding him up. Well, until Dmitri releases him but stays right nearby only for Vladimir to lift him up, one arm around his back and the other under his rear. Vlad could easily situate Ezreal on his forearm and against himself, but decides against it this time around in favor of simply holding him as one would a small animal…which, in a way, the young human is to these two. To be honest, Ezreal doesn’t pay much attention to the seating arrangement or logic behind it as he swiftly sits up and wraps his arms around Vladimir’s neck and buries his face under the creature’s chin; said creature is reasonably surprised from this action, but doesn’t say a word against it. Dmitri smiles and, not wanting to be left out of the fun, wraps his arms around both companions.

They stay like this only a little while before Dmitri backs off, Vladimir, on the other hand, keeps his grip on Ezreal, shifting the young boy to sit on one arm in order to leave the other free to trace Ezreal’s spine and smooth the boy’s hair. Dmitri is no doubt watching curiously, he often does as he still finds it endlessly entertaining that Vladimir shows such affection toward a human, but keeps himself from commenting this time around.

Eventually, Vladimir moves his hand to move Ezreal’s head from the crook of his neck to a bit away from him to allow for eye contact. Much to Ezreal’s surprise, Vlad smiles warmly; not a grin with fangs bared or a smirk that suggests Ezreal will be bitten or pinned to the ground, just a smile. “So, my dear, is there any chance you will finish cooking your ‘surprise’ for us?” ‘Surprise’ is said in a different tone, likely because it’s not so much a surprise anymore as it is a known gift.

Small detail aside, Ezreal gathers himself and manages an annoyed huff for the first time today, “I don’t know, that was a really cruel joke you two pulled on me…you both know that I’m still very,” he pauses a moment, struggling to find the correct word, “uncertain about you two in many ways.” Truth be told they scare him like nothing else, which is saying something as he used to brag on and on about being a fearless explorer, but he doesn’t need to tell them what they already seem to know. He still has pride, after all…even if it doesn’t always show around these guys. Most would wonder why he stays with creatures that might just decide to devour him at any second, and Ezreal knows it might not be the smartest from most views. He himself sometimes wonders why he stays, but remembers soon enough.

His first few days, Ezreal dared not even try to escape for fear of these beasts consuming him for attempting to leave. They spared him for their own reasons, and why keep something that won’t stay with them? Ezreal’s fear kept him well in check for quite some time, and still sometimes does, but he has of course warmed up to his new companions and, well, he has decided to stick around anyway. Even if he’s quite sure neither Vladimir nor Dmitri would ever allow him to leave. He only ever leaves their home for nighttime walks anymore; it is always one of the two that fetches groceries at the nearest town while the other stays behind to guard Ezreal.

Vladimir’s claws running down Ezreal’s back snaps the boy from his thoughts immediately, though the fact that the large beast bares his teeth in a grin certainly does the job as well. “Mm…very well, it is understandable you would change your mind.” He nods to Dmitri, whom grins excitedly and stops his poking around the kitchen (a mere act to hide the fact he is interested in Ezreal and Vladimir’s interactions) to stand right before his companions. Ezreal, of course, is clueless as to what’s going on and squirms a bit in Vladimir’s grip; that doesn’t do a thing, not that it was expected to.

Dmitri sets his arms out in front of him a bit, as if requesting to— oh. Ezreal again puts a light struggle, but again this doesn’t do too much, and he does vocally protest a good few times, but this also goes ignored. Vladimir shifts the young human around then hands him over to a heavily delighted Dmitri, whom moves Ezreal into a comfortable holding position. His new ‘captor’ smiles as he always does, then combs the young human’s hair a bit with his fingers before resting that free hand on Ezreal’s stomach. It…doesn’t feel nice to have a predator’s claws resting against his belly, but Ezreal tries not to appear too distressed. The last thing he wants to do is upset Dmitri in one way or another.

Even for a so-called mythical creature, Dmitri is…odd. He’s a member of a species known for civility toward others when they do speak to others; this is usually only when it is necessary for whatever reason to talk to others of his kind or blend in with humans, but the point still stands. Any other time, his kind is known for preferring solitude over keeping company…yet, Dmitri enjoys physical contact and interaction over most anything else. While Ezreal was recovering, the odd creature took great pleasure in carrying him around or just sort of holding him like one would a child or small pet. It’s annoying to say the least, but seeing as Vladimir will obviously not put up with it and is actually a threat to Dmitri, Ezreal is the only one left to play with.

“Better safe than sorry,” Vladimir chimes in a tone more befitting of Dmitri than him as he turns to the stove, and of course easily derailing Ezreal’s thought process, “I wouldn’t want you to fall as you would have before had Dmitri and myself not held you up. Just relax, I will make your breakfast, my dear.” An odd offer, as usually Ezreal does the cooking and if it isn’t the young human then it’s often Dmitri, but he doesn’t speak against it.

…And yet, he is tempted to. Calling off a gift is as offensive and rude and downright hurtful as one can get, and Ezreal isn’t at all fond of the guilt now tugging at his chest because of it. And, no, he is not mistaking guilt for Dmitri lightly tugging at the nightshirt over his chest for whatever reason the older creature has.

Ezreal shifts to better sit up, to which Dmitri curiously tilts his head but doesn’t get to asking anything, “Vlad, hang on,” the creature in question pauses and turns around, a brow raised, “I want to finish up your guys’ gift before you make my breakfast. I was just joking about before; I still owe you guys, after all!” And likely always will, but the least he can do is make some food for his companions.

Dmitri shakes his head, likely about to disagree with Ezreal owing anything as he always does, but Vladimir beats him to the punch, “That you do, my dear, so you had better get to work.” Dmitri glares at his mate, frowning a bit, yet doesn’t stop Ezreal from squirming out of his grasp then landing on the floor and heading right to where Vladimir stands. Vlad moves to allow Ezreal access to the stove, but returns to his place at the boy’s side to watch him cook as he had earlier.

Again Dmitri shakes his head and seems quite disappointed about the whole thing, Vladimir’s wording that is as not even he will turn down food, yet doesn’t complain or say anything against Ezreal continuing his cooking. In fact, he returns to Ezreal’s side much as Vladimir has, just on the opposite side of course. The rest of Ezreal’s food preparation goes on in silence aside from kitchen sounds such as pans and sizzling; though, the entire time his two companions watch his actions with curiosity and or interest.

Silence never lasts very long, however, and it takes but a few moments after Ezreal declares he is finished for Vladimir to again say the young boy would taste excellent with a side of steak. Ezreal just shakes his head as he hands each one their plate, fully expecting the other creature in the group to pipe up in agreement. Shockingly enough, Dmitri disagrees this time around and instead points out that said young boy tastes just fine pinned against their sheets.

Vladimir drops the subject after this while Ezreal avoids direct eye contact for a better part of the evening.

An open note to readers of fanfic

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:43:00 -0600

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Sometimes I stare at the computer screen when the words don’t want to come and I think, “Fuck, who am I kidding? This is terrible writing, and this story is shit, and no one cares, anyway.” And I close the window and go do something else.

But every now and then I get an amazing, heartfelt, beautiful comment from someone who loved something I wrote, and it reminds me that, at least for that one person, I did write something worthwhile. And so I open the window again and I write one sentence, and then another, and then I start to find my way again.

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Please don’t think we’re ever bothered by your comment, or that we don’t want to hear it, or that what you have to say isn’t important enough. It means so, so much. And on some days, it’s what keeps us going.

Where Emma speaks for me more eloquently than I could for myself. Thank you.

Yes, this please, all of this is so true.

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[Work in Progress Post] Thresh and Bone

Thu, 16 May 2013 09:30:45 -0600

Alrighty! Seeing as what I’ve posted so far has been really quick written things, I thought I might as well post a bit of something I’ve been working on since February of this year…though with little progress since starting I should say.

But to the fic, I’ve been wanting to write Thresh since he was released, yet never could figure out how until I thought of adding him to one of my really old AUs. He fits perfectly! On top of this, I thought it was about time this AU touched on the subject of why it is Ezreal isn’t quite as cruel as he could be (and originally was going to be) to Vladimir. Short answer is he tried it once and it didn’t work out so well in the long run. The long version…I think it’ll be integrated into this fic rather than rambling it off.

But enough of that, on with the story so far!

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The creature before him looks up with tired eyes; the eyes of a man who has given up. The eyes of a man who has lost everything he cared for. This simply will not do. Such a rare, such a valuable creature such as this should not simply take its own life. No one should. His usual job might be to drive one mad and break one apart piece by piece, but that certainly does not mean he does not know how to put one back together again…yes, he most certainly could use a creature such as this. Not just as a tool…no, never just as a tool. This creature will be a great ally to him. Yes…they will get along very well, he can tell.

It is for this reason he extends his hand and says, “Come with me,” the chains on his belt rattling as he bends down to present his hand to the blood-soaked beast, “I promise you, if you are anything like me, and I believe you most certainly are, you will like what I have to offer.”

The man before him looks confused, torn between taking his hand or continuing with that sorry attempt at meeting death before the creature’s time. A few moments after, the creature whose name he will need to either ask for or give a new one removes those clawed hands from the carcass at their feet.

Be it the promise of someone who cares or maybe just the promise of something to live for regardless of what was lost, the creature takes his hand and stands once more. This beast will have the mind of a killer once again, so very soon.

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It is complete and utter nonsense he got caught. He never leaves evidence behind, much less something so blatantly obvious as his prized glove. Why would he leave behind something so precious as the glove he first used to pick his first safe in his very first robbery? It might seem stupid to be so attached to a black glove one can buy at any store, but to him this one is special and they believe he left it at a crime scene? It’s obviously something planted to get him framed. Everyone knows he has a glove he uses in every heist, and that makes it the perfect bit to lock him away. They don’t care that he wasn’t even in town when that happened, they just want him jailed.

But, nothing can be done now. Here he is, the greatest thief in this whole stupid town, even if this isn’t his stupid town but a different one across the state, getting arrested for a crime he didn’t even commit. Ezreal slumps in his seat and rests his head the metal table before him. His arms are handcuffed behind the chair back, so it’s uncomfortable but it works. He has been just sitting here for a good hour waiting for those idiots to finally process him into their criminal system thing or however it works. All he knows is that his arresting officer set him here and said to wait. Like he has a choice in that matter.

He turns his head with a sigh; how long until Vladimir finally breaks whatever stupid cell they put him in and helps him out? That stupid vampire had better be as strong as he has says he is. Ezreal laughs a bit; of course Vladimir is strong, in fact he pities whatever dolt is stuck with arresting that beast. It should only be a matter of minutes before his partner breaks out, then sniffs out his ‘mate’ and comes to the young thief’s aid. Yep, any moment now.

Another hour passes and it’s pretty clear Vladimir either hasn’t found him or hasn’t escaped. What did they do, tranquilize him? Ezreal leans back in his seat and stares blankly at the dull lights on the ceiling, fighting off another groan of sheer boredom. Knowing these cops, they probably did sedate him. It’s a miracle in and of itself they caught him, so they probably had some plan and some help in this…wow, someone out there really wants them caught, huh.

All they were doing was spending some time together and then bam the door breaks down and they’re surrounded by a bunch of cops with a bunch of guns. Vladimir was tired to begin with, so he couldn’t put up as much a fight as he usually could; one can blame lack of sleep and food for that. Ezreal was holding out blood again because that stupid monster kept acting up (and for some reason Vladimir wouldn’t hunt so it worked out great)…but it seems karma disagreed with his punishment tactic and now they’re stuck here for no known reason. Best part is, it has to be one of those not-so-nice prisons where everything’s all old and reeks of who knows what. Even better is treatment of prisoners, which is extremely common in all prisons except a few off in some other country which treats its prisoners with a bit of decency for whatever reason. Frankly, if they are dumb enough end up here in the first place they deserve it…well, except for him and his monstrous companion of course.

Now he’s really starting to get sore. Ezreal groans again, attempting to push his bolted chair backwards and of course making no progress in that. He’s bored, okay? He taps is fingers against the chair, he bounces his boots up and down on the floor, he even hums for awhile but really there is just nothing to do here after three hours. He also really has to use a restroom, but of course no one really cares to allow that. Well, if he ends up peeing on the chair and floor it’s their own fault. Not his mess to clean…unless they do make him clean it, which would be gross.

Wow, he really is bored if he can keep steady thoughts about something like that.

Finally the door opens and in waltzes a tall, weirdly dressed guy with two strange but huge blades strapped to his belt. The man has a seemingly permanent, really creepy grin on his face, “Alright! Draven’s been told I gotta take you to your cell,” he looks the boy over, raising a brow, “and probably make sure you survive three seconds here. You are way too pretty for a place like this, kiddo.” He shrugs, ignoring the death glare Ezreal sends his way, “So which prisoner are you and what cell block? Draven doesn’t get told those until now for all sorts of stupid reasons.”

Silence. Ezreal just stares at him with scowl and a raised brow; is this guy serious? Apparently so.

The man that is very likely named Draven shrugs, “Alright, kiddo, if you wanna wait here another three hours then—”

“Ezreal, block thirteen, cell one-one-seven.” He pipes up, repeating exactly what he had heard his arresting officer told him to say while she was signing papers. There is no way he is waiting around in this room for another several hours.

Draven’s grin widens, if at all possible, and he lets out quite a laugh…by ‘quite a laugh,’ he means Draven doesn’t stop laughing for a really long time. Ezreal frowns, “What? What could possibly be so funny about that?”

The prison guard pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, still laughing the slightest amount, “Well, kiddo, you won’t be here long. No one has survived that cell for more than two days! Warden always puts troublemakers and even insubordinate staff in there and they don’t ever last long.” Draven walks over to lift Ezreal to his feet by the scruff then guide him out the door, “You musta made someone real mad with you if you’re being sent there first day. It’s a shame, Draven was really looking forward to a new show with you. I guess that won’t be happening, huh, kiddo?”

Draven keeps talking on, but Ezreal tunes it out soon enough. He’s…much too distraught…th— this makes no sense. He didn’t do anything and he didn’t anger anyone and why is there even a cell like that? Okay, so Ezreal can see the use of it and understands it, but why him? He drags his feet as Draven leads him out of the holding room and to his new home for who knows how long. If they are sentencing him to this kind of death, he…he doesn’t even want to consider what they’ve done to Vladimir. He only hopes they didn’t…they didn’t euthanize him or anything. No, they wouldn’t— they couldn’t. It wouldn’t work. There are specific things that have to be done to kill a vampire and a cocktail of chemicals won’t do it…or so he hopes.

-x-x-

Draven chats on and on about himself and his execution shows the entire way to the cell. Ezreal wishes so badly he could toss Draven in that death cell or over the railing or something. But, he’s stuck with the idiot. He gets dragged to where they take all his stuff and his clothes, including his goggles, which he finds just plain stupid but he can’t do much about it. Even his shoes are taken, so he’s left walking barefoot on cold concrete. Wonderful.

He is given a blanket for his bed, which is one of those itchy, rough kind so it’s pretty much sandpaper that traps heat, then they begin their walk to his cell. As Ezreal probably should have expected along the way, many people this place are screaming and hollering, some at him…but some inmates are huddled in the corners of their cell or appear utterly terrified. A good lot of them are, actually. Well, some people just can’t handle prison. Yelling and those wimps aside, Ezreal also manages to attract a good few wolf whistles and obscene gestures geared toward him. Oh just great. Draven laughs each time and says he better get used to it, at least for the few days he might survive here.

Finally, Draven stops in front of the cell marked with a big, white splattered paint of ‘117’ over the door. The prison guard and executioner gives a taunting ‘welcome home!’ then talks into his radio. Ezreal is somewhat glad to be here, at least he will be away from this idiot and can plan a way out. Maybe he can get in touch with the warden or something, anything.

Soon after chatting into the radio, the barred door unlocks and opens with a loud clang; has to be loud to hear it over the brutes screaming in their cells. Draven then tosses the young thief in, closing the cell door with a metallic rolling sound then a slam. Ezreal immediately gets up and rushes to the barred door, offering his handcuffed wrists with a glare and silent threat to undo them or pay for it later. Draven laughs, but he obliges and takes the cuffs off. Well, at least he has that. So, thankfully Ezreal gets to have his handcuffs undone, but not so thankfully is that he is now barefoot in some stupid, neon orange prison suit.

Draven waves and walks off, leaving Ezreal completely alone in some cell while other prisoners around him yell and cry out for one reason or another. Uhg. He turns around to— oh yeah, he will have a psycho killer cellmate how nice. He pauses and blinks; okay, a weird, psycho killer cellmate, he adds upon noting one of the sheets is somehow stuck to the roof and draping over both beds on the bunk. He doubts this is the default position for a sheet…he will deal with that later, right now he gets his feel for the small room. Yep, he’s done with that now. Little toilet and sink in the corner, few feet to the left is the bunk bed bolted to the floor, and then there’s the floor and ceiling. All in all, this cell has to be about eight feet wide maybe. Home sweet home.

Ezreal sighs; one of the higher ranking thoughts is where his cellmate is. There isn’t exactly a place to hide except maybe in that little sheet hut and under the bed. He had best figure out where this freak is before said freak finds him; best to know where his enemy is. This guy is probably some mental patient or something…would certainly explain the killings always being under or around two days with each cellmate. Must be a compulsive thing.

Whatever the reason, he needs to figure out where this guy is.

Cat's in the Pringles [3/?]

Tue, 14 May 2013 19:01:57 -0600

Got a quick update before I have to run for awhile! :D Hopefully it’s alright, it’s been awhile since I last worked on this.

More Draven coming whenever I can continue writing~!

-x-x-x-x-x-

And speak he did. Ezreal explained how he got turned into…whatever he is now, why the option was given, and the reasons for choosing it, and the fact there is no other antidote for this. Darius occasionally nods, but never says a word during the whole time Ezreal is essentially spilling his guts to this executioner about his situation. He talks of his worries, his reason for fearing Darius, his reason for hiding, his dread over the possibility of being stuck like this, and the fact he simply cannot leave Noxus like this for both personal and safety and likely legal reasons. It’s not as if he has a home to return to anyway, he lives on the road after all.

Eventually Ezreal quiets down, his previous sniffling having long since ceased, and even after a few minutes Darius does not speak. The executioner appears to be mulling over his tale, but the silence is still unnerving. Will Darius believe his frankly farfetched tale or will he get an axe to the neck? Will he be kicked out? Forced to survive on the streets? This home might be frightening, but it’s probably better than the road…which Ezreal just now seems to piece together after previously planning to escape.

If by some chance the boy did escape, where would he go? He has no home, Noxus wouldn’t allow a hybrid-like creature out of state as it is much too valuable to science or the black market, and the streets are dangerous. What was he thinking? Ezreal watches the tip of his tail move up and down slowly, idly. It’s strange having a tail that more often than not moves without his knowledge…it just sort of happens—

“Very well,” Ezreal starts at the sound of the executioner’s voice, “I will check with Singed to assure this story is true, but I will allow you to stay until then. If you are truthful, you may remain here until you either find somewhere else to live or the potion wears off.” Darius turns to hang his legs over the edge of the bed before dropping to stand on the ground. He then heads to the door, though he pauses to say one more thing before leaving, “My brother will stay and watch you while I check your story.”

Ezreal’s eyes widen and he opens his mouth to protest, but Darius leaves before he can even utter a sound. He immediately runs to the edge of the bed then jumps down as he had before, recovering much quicker this time around then rushing out the door as quickly as his cat-like feet will take him.

-x-x-

By the time Ezreal makes it down the stairs and to the living room, Darius is already speaking to his brother about something. The young boy can make out a few words, but nothing helpful to figuring out what it is the Blood Brothers are discussing. Whatever it is, Draven’s usual grin isn’t on, and instead is replaced with a serious expression Ezreal did not even think possible for that weirdo of an executioner. Draven nods every now and again, gives a few words of input, then watches his brother leave through the front door.

Ezreal debates on hiding again, but he has already climbed down the stairs and rushed down that hallway…he might as well see this through. With clear caution, the cat-like boy walks over to Draven and looks up— “So, Muffin, Draven just heard you could be a spy or somethin’ of the sort…” the younger Blood Brother looks down with a brow raised, his expression still serious. It’s…unnerving to say the least. Is this what he looks like when someone gets blood on his performance suit or something?

Oh, no…he knew this would happen, he just knew it. Ezreal shakes his head, waving his arms in front of him, “No, no, I am not a spy! I just happened to be caught by you and I just happened to be unlucky enough to take a potion without a working antidote! I’m not a spy and I never will be; I’m an explorer—!”

Draven laughs, the showman-like executioner’s grin back and creepy as ever, then scoops up the cat with one hand and sets Ezreal in the crook of Draven’s arm, and of course on his back, “So you can talk! I knew just by lookin’ at you that you could!” Draven’s finger rubs at the boy’s stomach, which earns a scowl and— “I also knew you couldn’t be a spy! Draven knows a spy when he sees one! I’ve executed enough spies in my days, so I know you ain’t a spy, Muffin!” He scratches behind Ezreal’s ear, rather sloppily when compared to Darius’ slow and precise movements, as the Blood Brother turns back to walk upstairs. Ezreal would complain about the name, but Draven starts talking again, “I left your new stuff in my bro’s room, so let’s get up there and get you all happy and stuff. I got alllll sortsa things for you, Muffin, like—”

“My name is not Muffin, either!” He finally gets out loud enough for Draven to listen. Ezreal would be surprised at his bravery all the sudden if it weren’t for the fact Draven is more aggravatingly annoying than scary. Darius, on the other hand…

The younger Blood Brother blinks, somewhat surprised at the tone yet not at all discouraged judging from the fact his grin returns right away. “Well, we’ll be spendin’ awhile together so Draven is pretty sure we should get names straight, then! I’m Draaven, but you probably already knew that from hearin’ about me in town, huh? Anyway, I’m your caretaker ‘til my bro gets back from the mad scientist’s lair.” He begins up the stairs at this point, but continues talking, “And since that isn’t your name, what is your name then, Muffin?”

If he could, Ezreal would claw this guy’s eyes out.

[Kind of update] Pick Your Poison

Mon, 13 May 2013 19:00:00 -0600

So I was toying with the idea of making one of those choose your path stories awhile back then sort of fell out of that then decided to at least finish one path just to test if Tumblr would work for posting it (and if interest is there for one).

There would of course be a ton of paths to choose, possibly more than just one character to be (the default is Ezreal of course because he is best set for some weird exploration), and a bunch of different characters to run into. It’d of course take me forever to write something like that, even if most sections would be short, but hey it could be a little something to work on on the side. (:

Anyhow, to the point, I finished one straightforward path just as a test to see if it could work the way I need it to, so here you are!

If there are any errors/if you like the idea, let me know! This is very much a work in progress idea I just sort of went back on after struggling with finishing up a different fic.

-x-x-x-x-x-

It has been hours since he last saw the sky without the constant sight of branches and leaves obscuring it. It has been days since his last proper meal. It has been weeks since leaving his exploration site to head home. It has been months since he has had proper sleep or contact with people. All in all, Ezreal is doing very well given his current starving, tired, and agitated state.

He has been walking these woods for hours on end, trying to find his way back home or at least a way out of the constant sight of trees and bushes and sometimes, usually only when darkness falls, the unsettling sounds of bushes moving that he has not touched or glowing eyes just behind the cloak of shadows the especially thick foliage provides. Animals, mostly dangerous ones of course, have been a common sight but are always a pain to deal with.

Finally, the young explorer comes to a stop at what appears to be a fork in the not so heavily bush-filled path. There are three possibilities should he stay on this path, and straying from it could cause him to wind up walking in circles, but each one is vastly different from the next. Any which one could have vicious monsters or horrifying traps left by hunters after those monsters or even killer plants just sitting and waiting for pray to wander into their range.

Ezreal huffs, looking down each path he could take and being sure to note any possible obstacles he can see from his place at the fork. There don’t seem to be any obvious ones, which only makes his choice that much more difficult…why can’t two paths look like obvious traps while the last one looks like a clear shot home? He sighs and adjusts the strap hanging on his shoulder; his backpack is really starting to feel heavy now.

The path to the right looks a bit darker than the rest, which leads Ezreal to suspect it might just lead him to his death. The foliage becomes thick very quickly, so much so he can only see a few feet in. On top of this, the path disappears after but a few moments into the area. Ezreal frowns; this doesn’t look safe at all…

The path in the middle looks like any other he has taken, that and the path is still there as far as he can see. There really aren’t too many details about this one, the trees are just as large and leafy as the others he has seen, the ground just as much of a mix between bare path and grass, and the ground foliage is just as annoying as it has been. Though, seeing as there is a path to follow, he shouldn’t have to worry too much about the bushes.

Lastly is the path leading to the left. This one seems to go into a more open area after a few feet, a nice grassy field by the looks of it. Ezreal smiles somewhat; this path seems to be the most appealing of the three by far. No stupid trees or animals lurking in the bushes or much of anything besides grass, really. Boring, sure, but after an exploration like the one he just had, he is looking to relax.

-x-

Stop being such an idiot and just go left already.

The middle path seems a safe bet, even if it does mean more forest…

Go right even though it looks like a death-trap and one would have to be a complete idiot to go there.

crackedchassis: I’m probably going to lose followers for saying this, but I honestly don’t care,...

Mon, 13 May 2013 16:55:00 -0600

crackedchassis:

I’m probably going to lose followers for saying this, but I honestly don’t care, because if we don’t agree on this point then you’re probably in the wrong place to begin with.

Fandom artists and writers don’t owe you a damned thing. We create fanworks because we want to. We’re under no obligation, we get no compensation for the amount of time and energy we sink into projects, and the fandom is fucking harsh, sometimes. We’re never going to please everyone—we get ridiculed and criticized for the most asinine details.

You didn’t write my favorite pairing the way I like it. That’s not how I imagine those characters. Why don’t you draw more like this person? Delete your blog. Kill yourself.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Fandom is a participatory effort, and if you aren’t contributing in a positive, constructive way to the frenzy, then sit down and shut the fuck up. So you didn’t like so and so story? Great. Go read something else instead of leaving hateful comments. You weren’t impressed with the new fanart on your dash? Awesome. Go grab a pencil or a tablet, your medium of choice, and bring something else to the table.

I’m sick of watching good artists, writers, and graphics makers leave this fandom and question their talent because the fandom can and does behave like a spoiled child.

TL;DR: What do you as a fan gain from being an asshole?

I know Annie is a child and I’m trying to write in...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 18:48:00 -0600

I know Annie is a child and I’m trying to write in simple/odd words for that reason, but even she knows that is incorrect…

Okay.

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 18:41:08 -0600

Okay.

I know I'm, like, a random person, but I enjoy reading your work and wanted to express on how I hope you're alright from the surgery, ^.^

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 02:45:54 -0600

Ah, random or not it is always good to hear people enjoy my work! ;A; I am glad you have liked them so far! And thank you, I’m doing well, just a bit of pain off and on but nothing serious. :)

Thank you for taking the time to comment and I hope to update soon! :D

ezrealofpiltover: idiot-anonymous wrote a fanfic based on an...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 23:37:00 -0600

ezrealofpiltover:

idiot-anonymous wrote a fanfic based on an earlier version of this fanart.

Check it out: Bound, <— Link Here

Sorry all, I completely forgot to reblog this for those who follow me but might not follow this askblog! I think the art (and possibly the little story I wrote based on it) might be relevant to those who follow my works.

As for the lack of updates I’m sorry about that as well, I will get to writing once again when I feel better. I just had a little surgery a few days ago, nothing serious, but I certainly won’t feel up to writing for awhile. :( On top of this are many personal matters that must be tended to but with any luck I’ll be back to writing someday soon.

I wish you all the best and hopefully my next post will be something for you all to read! :D

[Update] Year of the Snake

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 01:50:33 -0700

…This was supposed to be a short little thing about Ezreal exploring (which I haven’t written and finished until now) and then running into trouble, not an almost 10k word monster. Again.

Oh well! I swear (probably maybe) that this is one of the last Wild AU things for awhile. Mythology is a weak point of mine, which is probably obvious by now. Though I had never written my favorites, which I decided to change in this one. :D I hope you guys like snakes!

Pairings: Several mentions of Dmitri/Vladimir/Ezreal, but it’s not the main focus here.
Sexual content: Nope.
Side notes: Let’s play how long will it be until I finally write a dragon. Also I might have missed typos or plotholes, this was switched around a lot and I very likely missed something! D: If you see anything really out of place please let me know!

Hope you like it, and I’ll try and get something more normal up next time! ;A; My sister wants Caitlyn/Jayce fluff so expect that someday in the future.

Here are the links for this fic on Livejournal because Tumblr keeps messing up formatting for some reason. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Part One
Part Two

[Update] Wild

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 05:19:00 -0700

Apologies again for a lack up updates! Finally got this monster of a fanfic done, however, so hopefully that makes up for it a bit! ;A;

Pairings: Dmitri/Vladimir/Ezreal
Sexual content: Yes, quite a bit of it actually. Easily filed under NSFW.
Side notes: Semi-request, alternate universe, aaand very long. Also, funny enough this was supposed to be short and end with Ezreal being killed off…yeah, that didn’t happen. I hope you all enjoy this, I will try and get some’normal’ stuff out eventually. :)

This is for the Livejournal challenge, however it’s too long to post there, so I will have it posted elsewhere. I apologize. D:

Posted: Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net

dragonbladerx: This one is for Idiot Anonymous, who I actually...

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 22:40:05 -0700

dragonbladerx:

This one is for Idiot Anonymous, who I actually found out about from my friend sending me one of her fanfics XD But she writes really well! :D She even wrote something for the Ezreal cat in the Pringle can ;w; so thank you!

I was initially going to have that first picture, but it didnt feel complete without a PUNCH IN THE FACE XD;;

Idiot Anonymous

I forgot to like/reblog this like a moron, I’m sorry! D:> Thank you so much!

everyone who reblogs this will get a dinosaur doodle in their inbox

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 22:30:50 -0700

pyreclaws:

gogglesaurus:

i reallyreallyreally love drawing dinos, especially quick doodles. everyone who reblogs this by December 23rd at midnight EST will be getting a dino doodle (as long as they have their submit box open).

and if i see that you like a particular fandom i may even make a fandom/character dino.

ex: kankrisaurus

Yes please this is so adorable!

Yes please! ;A;

pyreclaws: christmastree-anonymous: pyreclaws: Oh man it’s my birthday in two weeks what...

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 12:57:00 -0700

pyreclaws:

christmastree-anonymous:

pyreclaws:

Oh man it’s my birthday in two weeks

what when did that happen

Koggy has sent her two week notice, now all of us must try and not be lazy and do something to find/make a ~~replacement~~ present.

Oh no are you ritualistically sacrificing me what’s happening

I’m scared

…Dang so you wouldn’t like that? Now I need a backup plan. D: How about I ~~let some monsters in your house instead~~ just try writing, given every time I draw I’m quite literally a year late. Maybe something birthday themed and if you like a certain AU so much I think I could— nope too late I have ideas you’re stuck with that.

~~In all seriousness I WILL WRITE YOU SOMETHING SOONER OR LATER. HOPEFULLY NOT LATER.~~

pyreclaws: Oh man it’s my birthday in two weeks what when did that happen Koggy has sent her two...

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 12:45:06 -0700

pyreclaws:

Oh man it’s my birthday in two weeks

what when did that happen

Koggy has sent her two week notice, now all of us must try and not be lazy and do something to find/make a ~~replacement~~ present.

Tumblr radar are you okay. Makin my way downtown

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 16:01:00 -0700

Tumblr radar are you okay.

~~Makin my way downtown~~

Photo

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 22:39:53 -0700

But seriously you guys

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 13:32:16 -0700

pyreclaws:

I’m currently in the middle of writing 12 League fanfictions

h e l p

We have now hopped onto the same boat. Next stop is pier 13.

Third Time's the Charm (Part 8)

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 13:31:30 -0700

pyreclaws:

Whoops, kinda left that cliffhanger for a while. Here is its resolution!

Start it here!

~1200 words

Read More

I knew this would be amazing. D8 Thanks for updating, Koggy! Reblogging because I’ve done the same for all the other chapters~ :D