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charles edward allan brock ([personal profile] frenchkissed) wrote in [community profile] metalogs 2022-10-17 06:59 pm (UTC)

🌕 WOLF-MAN EDDIE

🌕 Actual Pupper Edward Brock
( at some point during the party, there's a big, scary dog sitting on the balcony, fur perpetually contorting in on itself in shifting waves of ink. don't mind him. for a giant party crasher, he's being surprisingly well-behaved. like now, for instance. he's just looking up at the moon and scratching at his ear, or maybe lying in front of someone's feet, burying his big head against their knees with a yawn, mask dangling from one ear onto the ground.

after all, this is a formal event; he can't go running through the theatre like an animal! he has class! )

🤕 Bad Chocolate
( scarfing down all that chocolate was a terrible idea, because now this big, bad wolf is dying.

not literally, we hope, but you wouldn't know it from the way he whines and whimpers to anyone who'll listen. it's hard to tell how much pain he's actually in, and how much of it is venom/eddie being dramatic and just thinking they're on death's door because stomachaches are uncomfortable. either way, they're going to make it your problem.

if you were trying to enjoy your meal, too bad. there's a ten-foot wolf jumping up on the table and lying right on top of your food, whining in your face until he gets noticed for his aching belly, the poor thing.

and if that doesn't work, he's not above snatching one of your possessions—a ring, a phone, a wallet, whatever looks important—and limping away, because that's the best way to get someone's attention when you don't have words. )

🙈 Naked and Afriad
( on today's episode of I Didn't Know I Was a Werewolf, eddie gets to learn the hard way that werewolf curses can't don't last forever, especially one as finicky and odd as this one. as abruptly as it came on, eddie's case of lycanthropy poofs away, leaving him confused, cold, and very naked. fortunately (?), he's able to duck beneath a table pretty quickly, hopefully before anyone can see him, but his head is reeling, and he feels like he ate a small child.

oh, god, did he eat a small child?

he doesn't remember. )


Pssst. Hey, pssst, ( says the tablecloth, reaching out a hairy, tablecloth arm. ) Could you get me some pants?

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