Little Bear Boy

A wolf hunts by the moon- a bear hunts by blood. Michael Jones rp blog. Multiverse. Main verse is werebear. icon/sidebar made by the awesome npdjack for me! bg is made by me.

[guccigruchy]

Just for tonight? (any verse you like)

{ ferounjones }

SEND ‘JUST FOR TONIGHT’ TO CRAWL INTO DAN’S BED !!!

         dan had been crashing in gavin’s          apartment for much too long. it          would have been nice to have his          own place, but his situation at          roosterteeth and in the states in          general was rocky at best. it was          after a long night that he felt          someone else crawl into bed with          him, and he opened his eyes,          blinking at the figure. 

                 “MICHAEL? HI. IS EVERYTHING OKAY?”                             he asked, grasping michael’s wrist and                             tugging lightly. “do you want to stay with                             me?”

[ferounjones-blog]

Fucking... Everything. Everything is, is stressful, is straining, and he’s sick of going home to an empty bed- he should get a pet, the jab echoes to him, that way he won’t have to yell at an empty house. Going to any of the regular Hunters is another bundle of stress, but Dan is nice and he’s still a little bit not exactly into it, not someone Michael’s spent most days of the past few years with.

Ray being gone might have fucked Michael up than he admits. “Yeah- yeah, just- yeah...” he caves, sighing, and he presses a little closer and tries not to peel out of there instead. “I can go, if you want.”

[ferounjones-blog]

"Just for tonight" [ laughs ]

“...You know what, fuck it, this is fine.”

Michael grunts at the other, shifting to let him get comfortable. “Just prepare to end up with a mouthful of fur if you’re not careful. And warn me if you’re gonna jerk off.”

[rpmemesandstartersgalore-deacti]

Send me "Just for tonight" for my muse's reaction to yours asking mine to share a bed with them.

[ferounjones-blog]

Fucking witches. 21st century, and they’re still messing up the stuff for calling demons and calling imps. The catsized hellspawn chatters in frustration at the sleepy-looking witch, drawing himself up in a whiff of inky smoke. When it clears, Michael is a little more Geoff-sized, thick fangs hooking up from his lower jaw, and just as full of the vinegar.

“I’m not sure what you wanted, but you got me.” He pauses to shiver, only half-dressed for the Earth’s cool air. “What the fuck, man? Learn your fucking spells. I’m not a warrior, y’know- you didn’t even grab one of the stock demons- hey, you’re kinda cute.”

[ferounjones-blog]

anyone want a starter?

also, do i owe anyone?

[lovenfluff]

Just wanted to say your art is so lovely! Your use of color is unique and gorgeous. I would love to see more Myan from you!

thank you v much! im gettin really into myan lately now

[tytyorsomething]

Shout out to Michael Jones being a super nice guy

[murderbreaksover-archive-deacti]

Oh. He wasn’t sure what it as about the sudden hostility, but hell if it didn’t bring the most sly grin across the King’s face.

“Beard,” he repeated, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “You know, now that I think about it, I think I might know just who you’re talking about.” There really was only one person he could be talking about. 

“But…” There was always a but. “I don’t know if I should be giving away that information so easily. I can’t just tell you. He’s out of sight for a reason, you know.” 

[ferounjones-blog]

The bear growls even lower, and now his hands are twitching. Mogar has a dangerous glint in his eyes. Why can’t people just let him find who he’s looking for?

“Really? Fucking really? If you want paid for it, no luck for you, Mogar lives in the forests. He’ll want to see me. Or he should, when he knows his cub is fucking looking for him.” Being around humans, even just this much, is absolutely teaching him how to swear. “Don’t make me fight you, crown.”

[jaramey-deactivated20151007]

Well at least now Jeremy felt a little less concerned about whatever bomb Michael was trying to drop.  He had no idea what it could’ve been unless Geoff had passed some torch and told the other to fire him or something, but the chances of that were highly unlikely since the lad was asking him about the resident feline.  “You’re gone around the – Oh.”  

He wasn’t really a stranger to non-humans.  He’d known that they existed, but the shorter honestly didn’t know much else.  He’d never had the opportunity to meet anyone like Michael and if he had, they never made it known.  “No shit?  That’s cool, man.  You really thought I’d have some sort of problem with that or something?” 

[ferounjones-blog]

“Oh, thank titshitting Christ.” He sighs out a breath of relief, and just like that, he’s shedding some of his humanity, heavier almost-paws covering his face as his shoulders relax. “You would not believe how shit my old job was, okay, and we’ve actually had to fire some interns before you, so, like.” 

Michael shakes his head though, orange eyes peeking over the furry paws. “I didn’t think you would, but, fuck, you just never really know. Thanks, man.”

[firstkxng-blog]

It’s not like Geoff resists, toppled over by Michael. He lays a hand on Michael’s back, and rubs gently, reassuring him as best he can. This is fine by him.

»"Yeah, I’m good. Couldn’t be better. Want to talk about things?“

[ferounjones-blog]

Michael’s still snuffling furiously here and there, but more just to reassure himself than anything else. He’s just a worried cub. A very worried cub.

“Had a nightmare, and. I thought. It was real. Especially after how fucked up last shift was.”

[ferounjones-blog]

replies might be a little slow/misspelled/misinterpreted for a bit

my brain is going. really weird and im having trouble doing things

im still gonna try but yeah,

[nixxofhearts]

Mogar with glasses is my favorite thing like holy shit

[ferounjones-blog]

fearblocks people to avoid confrontation

[ferounjones-blog]

the bear bear

[theflyntcoal-blog]

Flynt nearly spit out the chewed food in his mouth as warm lips were pressed against his cheeks. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been kissed before, cause he had, just…it was a bit more unexpected than he would have liked. It took a long moment before the man could clear his throat and turn to the other again.

“–Uh…well sure. I don’t mind.” He ran a gentle, embarrassed hand behind the back of his neck. “Mogar, I dunno if you should be running around doing that to people. Kissing them. I think it means a little more than you might think.”

[ferounjones-blog]

What the fuck, humans?? Mogar goes back to grouch, even if it is kind of hilarious to see Flynt all embarrassed. It’s sweet. Like a bashful fox. He takes a bite of his sandwich and nudges his companion’s leg with his weird pawy foot. 

“I don’t run around kissing people. Mogar kissed you because you make him happy and I want to make you happy, too, so go suck that big fuck and eat my sandwich.” There’s so much less heat in his words than there should be.

[ferounjones-blog]

the bear bear

[theflyntcoal-blog]

Flynt stared shocked for a moment at the food that had suddenly appeared in his grasp, eyes widening more like he was eyeing some strange piece of alien technology and not a delicious pulled pork sandwich. Maybe, had the man had more energy,  he would have argued that work was more important than food…unfortunately, he was but a weak man with an entirely too empty stomach. 

- “–Doubt you’d hurt me.” Flynt muttered with a full mouth. “But I wouldn’t mind if you stayed.”

[ferounjones-blog]

Mogar sets the folder to the side, settling in to eat his own sandwich. He’ll... probably end up making another, but he wants to get back to that warm peace that he was settling into. He eyes Flynt- god, he still need glasses- and breaks into a worn frown, gently buncing his head to the detective’s shoulder. 

“Meant by- by leaving. Never had someone want to keep me around before.” Talking is harder than physical affection and reassurance, but humans seem weird about that stuff. Wait, what did he see those ones do? He leans up, pressing his lips to Flynt’s cheek before happily settling in, like he just solved a puzzle.

[ferounjones-blog]

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...

[ferounjones-blog]

the bear bear

[theflyntcoal-blog]

Flynt is quiet for a moment, a sort of sick feeling settling in his stomach. Did he really, actually want the bear to stay with him, eat all his food, and sleep for ninety percent of the upcoming winter in his bed? Though alarms began ringing in his head, reminding him how absolutely terrible this idea was, the answer was yes. So…why then?

- “–To be honest with you…I have no fucking idea.” Eyes flickered from the folder again, only to meet warm, curious hues. “–I pride myself on a ‘no attachment’ way of life. Always have, always will. Apparently I can make one exception to that rule every now and then.”

[ferounjones-blog]

The bear also isn’t delicate with other people, and apparently that would be his reasoning for literally taking away the folder and replacing it with a ripped half of a sandwich. Yeah, he’s noticed that Flynt isn’t exactly great at taking care of himself, and. Well. He was mostly taken care of out there, he should share the wealth.

“...Mogar could try to stay up more than usual. Don’t want to...” He gestures with his sandwich. “Don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been nice, Flynt.” A reminder that Mogar hasn’t been close to anyone in nearly two decades. Maybe more.