#also I hate 'retractable fangs'

[ninamodaffari]

random: but I really enjoy when vampires have a lot of those lore 'weaknesses' like not being able to travel over water, can't see themselves in reflections, can't go out in sunlight, etc (yes this is partially about astarion), because it helps add new little caveats to the character. vampirism isn't just a benefit. it comes with an entire list of things that you are no longer able to partake in.

imo it's more interesting to have vampires that suffer because they haven't seen themselves in decades, or can't eat because food turns to ash in their mouths. or even more entertaining weaknesses like an obsessive need to count or a horrible weakness to garlic (rip any italian vampires).

i just need more of this in media, and less of 'completely normal person who drinks blood'

[httpscomexe]

Fic where reader is a mutant and she’s put in a cage fight with Logan

The Leopards Claws

Summary: You’re forced into a cage fight with a familiar face, and he recognizes your spots…

(Find what I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Pairings: Logan Howlett x Hybrid!Reader

Word Count: 1411

(I might make a part two)

“You can’t cage a tiger.”

A little something of a famous saying that your ring master also says. A lot. But it always makes you laugh, since you weren’t a tiger. God he’s so stupid.

You think to yourself as you’re pushed through a crowd, two men gripping your arms, a muzzle on your face like you’re an animal, which, you basically are.

You weren’t sure what to call yourself. A human that was diagnosed with vitiligo before she was born only to find out they were leopard spots and the deformations on your tail bone and head were actually a long tail and cat ears. So yea, you could call yourself a hybrid, mutant, whatever. But you were also a cage fighter. Not by choice, of course.

“Now for the next round, people get ready for the fast, the stunning, and the tricker of a show, Batemans pet Leopard!” You’re shoved into the large cage, and you fall to all fours, your teeth bared and your claws extracted as you hissed at the men who just tossed you in.

“Shut it kitty.” You growl deep in your throat and stand pack up, fixing the small outfit they had you wearing, they wanted as much as your skin exposed as possible to show off your leopard spots, and God was it annoying. But what was more annoying was the cheering of the crowd as you looked around the arena, some of the viewers with whiskers or spots painted on their faces. It was annoying, really. You weren’t exactly an idol.

“And for the competitor!” The announcers voice bothered you the most, and you look up at him in his seat, smirking as you see the eye patch on his left eye, covering where his eye used to be before the first time you escaped the cage. Fucking dick. “The fierce, the hated, and the worst, Wolverine!” Your ears drop immediately. Wolverine? Your head snaps to turn around at the sound of the gate opening, and people toss Wolverine into the cage, he tried to turn back around, banging his fists on the metal cage yelling profanities before turning back towards you. I thought he was dead… You tell yourself, and your lips part slightly, your fangs exposing past your bottom lip as he approaches you slowly, his own claws extracting slowly while yours retract back into normal nails. You couldn’t fight him, he saved you.

“Shit!” You scream as he lunges at you with his claws, and you avoid him like a cat avoiding a fucking cucumber. “Wolv-“

“Uh oh! Looks like we have a FUCKING pussy!” The crowd breaks into laughter, and you leap up onto a high post, looking down at where he can’t reach you.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, fuck me…” You groan as he stares at you.

“Get the fuck back down here.” He growls at you. “I don’t wanna be electrocuted and I don’t think you do either.” He shouts, and the guards press the button on their taser as a warning, little sparks jumping out of the wires. The crowd going quiet as they watch.

“Come on kitty, you’re supposed to be a leopard, not a pussy!” One of the viewers yell, and you turn to him, hissing and showing your fangs, then you feel a yank on your tail before you’re pulled back down to the cold concrete ground, Wolverine is on you in less than a second, but you crawl back out, your leopard agility making you fast.

“W-“

“Shut the fuck up and fight…” He growls, swiping his claws at you again.”

“Wol-“

“Shut the fuck up!” He shouts, lunging at you and you fall to the ground, him on top, but just as his fist is about to collide with your nose…

“Logan!” You whine, covering your face with your hands, and he freezes.

“How the fuck do you know my name…?” He growls, staying quiet so the guards don’t hear.

“You’re Logan… you don’t remember me…? You- you died, how are you here? Our daughter missed you, she…-“

“Daughter…?” His claws slowly retract, and you feel his body becoming less tense.

“You don’t remember them…?”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be fighting!” One of the guard shouts, and Logan shoots them a look.

“I’m not the Logan you know…” He growls back down at you, lowering his fist.

“Please… please don’t fight me…” You watch the way his face contorts, from anger, to confusion, to some other emotion. He didn’t wanna fight you from the beginning, and he sure as hell didn’t want to now. He confirmed it as he stood up, and helped you to your feet. “They don’t have guns, just tasers…”

“I know… stay put.” He says lowly, then moves to the wall of the cage.

“Hey, what’re you-?” His hands grip the cage, his fingers gripping it with all of his strength, then he pulls it away like nothing, bending the entire cage which snaps in some spots before he tears off a section big enough for him to walk through, and the men and women in the crowd begin screaming, but you stay put. “Shit!” The guard sticks the large taser against Logan’s chest and Logan only grumbles, his face turning into anger before he grips the device, ripping it out of the man’s hands and slamming it over his skull, creating the most bone cracking disgusting sound you’ve ever heard.

His rips through people easily, tearing open their skin with his claws and kicking their skulls in with no effort but all good results as they fall to the floor, going through them one by one before they were all dead. Except the announcer, who you’ve kept your eyes on the entire time… crouched behind his table…

You know you were told to stay put, but you couldn’t help it. You leave the cage as Logan tears through more bodies, and you creep up to the balcony where the announcer was, only standing when you were behind him, and he turns around to the sound of your claws extracting and being dragging across the wall.

“Wait no…” He chuckles in fear, putting his hands up in defense. That stupid fucking smile on his face as he tries to talk to you, but all of his words go one ear and out the other. His voice shaking only fueling you.

Then you grab him by his throat, lifting him to his feet before slowly dragging your claws from the horizon of his forehead between his skin and his scalp all the way down to between his collar bones, leaving a deep cut of your claws in place of his skin, blood leaking down your hand and his chest, seeping into his shirt.

“Fuck you…” You hiss, landing a kick on his stomach and you watch as he falls to the floor beneath you, and Logan’s eyes meet yours from below as his three claws find their way into the last man’s throat, and you hop down, of course, landing on all fours.

You’re a cat after all, but just as you’re about to say something..

“You look just like her.” He says suddenly, his hand coming up to brush hair from your face.

“Like who…?”

“Like my Leopard…”

“Your leopard…?”

“It’s a long story.” He tells you, his hand moving down to find yours, your fingers lacing. “Is her name also Charlotte…?” He asks quietly, and you nod, a tear dripping down your cheek.

“Is yours?” He nods as well, and you have the overwhelming need to hug him, and you do, throwing your arms around his neck and standing on your toes to reach him, your tail looping around his leg as much as it could. “What happened…? To her…” He takes a deep breath, his arms wrapping around your waist…

“I lost everyone… including my daughter…”

“Do you wanna stay with me?” You ask without thinking.

“Are you sure…? You don’t mean that…” He pulls back slightly, his hands moving to your shoulders.

“I mean it… I mean… You look just like my Logan…” You stare into his eyes, your own hands moving to cup his face. And you could see the hurt in his eyes.

“Your Logan…? and he?”

“Mhm…”

“Shit…” He chuckles, a little in pain but also partly at the opposite ways your lives turned out and he squeezes you a little, holding back tears.

“I’d love to come with you…”

🏷️: @malavera @brushworth

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being Dracula's fourth Bride and trying to seduce and feed on Van Helsing.

Rather than climb down from the roof that you had landed on, you jump, your fangs retracting and your face going to the pretty one that Dracula had chosen you for. The cobblestone streets felt cold against your bare feet but it was something that you barely noticed as you encroached on the handsome Van Helsing. You offered him your hand. You weren’t offended when he didn’t take it.

“What a little brave fool you are,” You said, tutting at Van Helsing. The man is struggling with a weapon - quite a big one. You didn’t know what it was, but you were sure that you would be darting out of the way when he got it working. “Don’t you know - it is so much easier to be on our side?”

“The side of monsters? Of killers?” He argued, propelling himself backwards with his feet.

“Being a killer of killers still makes you a killer, Van Helsing,” I smiled, matching his pushes with each step. Keeping the same distance, but also readying yourself for flight. “You and I - we could have some fun without some killing, couldn’t we?”

You ran your hand down your body, the thin satin dress that was clinging to it didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Your blood - it could keep me beautiful for you - I would only need just a little taste...”

“I’d hate to see what a big taste looks like if that’s a little one,” He said, as you both heard the yelp of a man being dropped by one of my sister-brides. You chuckled.

“Witty too - I enjoy a laugh.”

“Dinner and a show - I’d be the whole package, but I’m going to have to take a rain check.”

Whatever the weapon was, he got it working, starting to fire out arrows from it. You ran for cover, behind a farmhouse, and only then did you let your wings out. You were far too smart to make yourself a larger target right in front of him with the weapon.

“It’s a date, Van Helsing,” You said, as you flew to your sister’s aid.

Requested by: Anonymous

[vaguesxrrow]

Hey, I already sent one request, so here's a second (your choice which you write first!)

Can I request a Dean Winchester x werewolf! Reader who can actually control when they turn? Like they could choose to turn to benefit a case whenever they want

The only downside of a full moon is that they turn like other werewolves, but atp reader is more annoyed than anything cuz they keep accidently ruining shirt with the claws or be unable to eat a regular midnight snack bc of the teeth

HII <33 i started with this one, because you definitely got me hooked on writing for dean and now im going through a phase LMAO

dean winchester / werewolf!reader

a/n: do i rmb what werewolves from spn are like? no. did that stop me? also no. (resilience, guys!!)

cws: swearing, mild violence, injury, and blood

wc: 982

tags: gender neutral reader, humour, a splash of sabriel, reader during their full moon shift is me on my period minus the pain and crying

"y'know, babe, this would be a really great time for you to wolf out," dean muttered, turning off the safety on his gun. both of you were hiding behind a stack of barrels, trying to avoid getting your asses handed to you again. your lower back was still sore from when you had been caught by surprise by a demon, and had been flung across the room like a rag doll.

you rolled your eyes at dean's suggestion, even as your pupils changed colour to a dark amber.

dean grinned at the sight, clapping you on the shoulder in glee. "hell yeah."

you bared your fangs at him.

"woah, my bad," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "save the rage for the demons we got coming."

"then let's go," you growled, fingers elongating into claws.

dean looked at you in awe as you stepped out, the slashing of flesh sounding immediately. "can't believe i'm dating them," he whispered. usually, it would be too quiet for you to hear, but now with your enhanced hearing, it was as if he was saying it right next to your ear. you smiled fondly as the first demon advanced.

dean joined you in taking down the remaining attackers, shooting the ones you couldn't take. soon enough, black smoke filled the air and the host bodies went limp, falling to the floor as the demons deserted them.

you shifted back, sharp claws and teeth retracting with minor pain. turning back and forth was easier now - you supposed it helped a great deal that you could actually control it, unlike the other werewolves you knew. practise made perfect, and you’d had many opportunities to practise, namely when saving dean (and sam) from getting killed. of course, you still shifted against your will every full moon, although even then you still had an impressive hold on your wolf.

"you good?" dean asked you, holding out a hand. you allowed him to tuck you underneath his arm as you made the walk back to the impala. you didn't miss the way his critical gaze scanned your body, looking for any injuries.

"back is killing me, but i'm fine,” you responded. “you?"

"busted lip that hurts like a motherfucker, but nothing worse."

"mm." you smiled. "does it hurt too much to give me a kiss?"

"never." he leaned in to give you a chaste peck, chuckling when he pulled away. "uh, you got a little blood-"

you licked it away, toothy grin emerging at dean's expression. "werewolf. i don't mind a little blood." you winked.

he shrugged in acceptance. "okay. hot."

you shoved him away, both of you laughing.

⌦ ----

as the sun set and the moon peeked over the horizon, you groaned, falling dramatically against the sofa cushions. sam and dean were already sat on the couch, fight club on the tv paused at the first frame, and they shot you sympathetic yet amused looks.

"i hate full moons," you complained, reaching for a piece of popcorn. "in a few hours, i won't even be able to eat this."

sam huffed. "honestly, i'm just glad that's the biggest of our problems whenever you shift. at least you don't go psycho on us."

you looked at him reproachfully, flashing your puppy dog eyes. "but popcorn."

he threw a piece at you.

"i'll feed you when you come looking for a midnight snack," dean supplied helpfully. you looked at him lovingly and 'aww'ed, blowing a kiss. he mimed catching it and pressed it to his lips, winking playfully.

sam fake gagged, standing up. "okay, this couple stuff is getting to me. call me when you actually start the movie!"

"as if you aren't as bad with gabriel!" dean yelled after him. you cackled as sam flipped the two of you off.

⌦ ---

you stumbled down the stairs, wincing as your claws scraped against the wood of the railing, undoubtedly leaving marks. your shirt was torn - a recurring accident that happened every full moon. you cursed aloud upon realising you had worn your most comfortable sleep shirt to bed.

once you reached your desired destination - your beloved kitchen - you stared reproachfully at the fridge, which was notably harder to open with your elongated nails.

"don't punch our fridge," a voice said sleepily.

you nearly jumped dean, arms raised, before realising it was him. "jesus effing christ," you hissed. "don't sneak up on me during full moons like that!"

dean merely yawned in response, opening the fridge door for you. he grabbed out various items, listing them as he went. "what're we feeling tonight? snickers, gummies.. aw, c'mon, sammy put pretzels in the fridge again?"

you snatched the pack of gummy bears from his hand, a single claw going right through the packet so it hung lamely from your finger. you sighed, sounding long-suffering and completely done. dean snorted, taking the bag back from you and ripping it properly.

"open," he instructed, throwing a gummy into your mouth. "loving the edgy, emo look, by the way." he gestured to your torn shirt.

"shut up, dean, you know this happens every time," you grumbled, chewing your snack more aggressively. suddenly, a fang pierced your lip, a small jolt of pain going through your body. "ow, shit." you brought your hand to your mouth.

"what happened?" dean asked in concern.

you showed him the blood on your fingers incredulously. "i split my lip with my fangs! are you kidding me right now?"

he visibly relaxed, relieved it wasn't serious. "more for me, i guess." he shrugged, obnoxiously chewing a piece. "mm, this is so good."

scowling, you dabbed the cut with your T-shirt, which was already ruined, so it didn’t matter. a smirk appeared on your face as you swatted dean, attempting to steal the bag from him. "dean, when i catch you-"

he dodged, fleeing to the living room. "nope!"

"oh, fucking hell-"

[secretpostsposts]

Trolls have tails, fangs (or reliably sharp dentures) and retractable claws.

In the case of Pop trolls they keep their fangs and claws less sharp, although in case of danger they can use their claws (they are like a cat's), but due to their friendly nature they do not use them much.

Classic Trolls only have tails and their fangs are tiny, they are not much of a threat although in case of predators they are fast with those wings of theirs.

Techno Trolls have claws and fangs, do they live in the Trolls have tails, fangs (or reliably sharp dentures) and retractable claws.

The Funk Trolls maybe don't need that, attributes, maybe fangs only, because they're clearly able to use their technology to defend themselves (I don't see Trollstopia yet so I'm going through the movie) if technology is much more advanced than the other trolls.

The Contry Trolls, only fangs, you know what a horse kick can do to a human?, well damage, a lot of it is horrible punches so if they are fine with just small fangs that sharpen to look more intimidating.

Rock Trolls, fangs and sword-sharp teeth, are aggressive and accustomed to them, so they are not afraid of accidental damage caused by others or themselves.

As for the tails, Los Poperos have very fluffy tail tips, Los Clásicos are more of a small fuzz on the tips which makes them look like a dandelion, Rockeros are tails like a lion's also are full of scars some get piercings in the form of spikes because they look great. (the brothers' tails vary a bit, although only Bruce and Floyd's are still like those of normal Pop trolls, The brothers try to make Branch's tail just as fluffy as when he was a baby, John Dory brags about how soft and fluffy Baby Branch's tail was)

The Putt-Putts, are a fusion of the Pop and the Rock Trolls because of their lifestyle, fearful of the outside, they prepare in case something robs their sanctuary, either fleeing or docking.

Thus Clay has his teeth and fangs (although he changes a bit when he returns to Pop Village) sharp (in BLB's case, he keeps them that way because they are intimidating and helpful), Floyd and Bruce on the other hand are more like the rest of the pop trolls, although Bruce sharpens his fangs more because Brandy likes the way they look (in BLB, Floyd sharpens them as well, but keeps his claws less sharp so as not to hurt Branch); John Dory and Branch with contrary cases, John Dory for his nomadic, "wild" and explorer lifestyle, has his teeth full of teeth naturally sharpened, his claws are big and sharp than the others, so is Branch, although only his fangs are sharp (a lot), his claws not so much but he keeps them taken care of in case he needs to attack.

In Possessive Brozone, the brothers with more affiliated claws use it a bit to intimidate others and keep them away from Branch, some believe that they only do it because they love Branch and care about him (pop trolls, believe that), Floyd smiles and shows his fangs because it is what he has and with a terrifying look he does the intimidation effect very well.

Although they make Branch file his claws, Branch hates him but does it, mostly because of a small "incident" (totally caused by the brothers) where Branch inadvertently hurt one of his friends with his claws.

[hainfulcupid]

Obsessed with this motherfucker so im gonna drop a few random headcanons about him

ALL ARE SFW AND JUST SILLY STUFF ☝️ im not used to sharing my headcanons publicly like this hyuck hyuck

there’s very little to go off of from this media since all we really have is a pilot with bare , and i MEAN BARE lore to go off of so a lot of this is really me filling in blanks becus im Insane .

> Nordic bunny’s planet has a robotic look to it, i think that he built it himself out of complete boredom along with its inhabitants (that he probably destroys too, out of boredom….)

> I like to think that his guitar strings function like cat whiskers, they aid him in vision and processing the world around him. They’ve definitely busted a few times during battle, causing him to be disoriented for a bit.

> Hates things that are vaguely shaped like snakes (do NOT BRING A CUCUMBER NEAR THIS MAN)

> purrs….meows…does all those silly cat sounds but they’ve got an electric guitar sound effect

> has retractable claws, they do wonders for a man needs a quick escape route !!!!

> related to the thing above, oh he so absolutely adores scratching things up . has the biggest scratching post ever .

> He’s lonely, not like he intends to be but his personality is offputting to many, one of those people who you have a hard time reading into the things they say because every word that comes out of his mouth always sounds insulting. naturally judgmental, thinks he has a keen eye for fashion despite wearing only undies.

> what is his deal with the undies anyways ? i think he has sensory issues so he wears very minimal clothing thinking he’s serving absolute cunt but no ones ever told him how dorky he looked, and if any of his minions did well…..lets just say They’re no longer with us.

> definitely has a weird way of giving gifts…you know how cats bring you things they’ve hunted? well he’s no different, he wants THAT praise he wants you to tell him how competent he is.

> his tail is an indicator of his mood, follows the same rules of a cat .

LOOK AT HIM. TELL ME THIS ISNT TRUE.

> claims he can’t fucking stand emotional music, but listens to sad 80s rock . but no one will see that, they’ll see him as the dude who’s constantly blasting oldies metal classics .

> I AM A NORDIC BUNNY FANG HAVER TRUTHER . I JUST KNOW HED HAVE A TONGUE PIERCING TOO .

> he’s so reluctant to touch, he never knows if he fully enjoys it or not, you’ll be petting down his back and feel his back quiver almost like it’s trying to avoid your touch but he’s also - purring…he’s a confusing little guy…

> If he ever does manage to form something vaguely friendship like, he’d suck ass at managing the connection, oh you invite him to a party ? he sends you an image of himself stuck in the toilet with a text underneath saying “SOZZ . CANT GO. TOILET TROUBLEZ”

> that being said , not having a lot of experiences with relationships, he’d have an avoidant attachment style, he’d also. subconsciously be as unlikable as possible, he has no clue what defines being cool and likable he’s a little clung onto “be as cool and mysterious as possible”

> says “mrr?” instead of “hm?”

> Oh. in my mind he uses he/she pronouns . finds comfort in expressing femininity .

> I can’t see this guy having a preference for dating… he will take anyone who can break through the massive thick wall he puts up.

THATS ALL FOR NOW UHHH UHHHH

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Insomnia and allergies are killing me (they aren’t anymore cause i wrote this part a week ago) so prepare for a bunch of Angel Dust facts that no one needs to know about and Vivziepop will probably end up ignoring!

Some of these are headcanons and some of these are canon facts so they will be colourcoded as such! Headcanons will be blue and canon facts will be red. Anything that relates to real spiders will be listed with a 🕷️! Some of these will also get a little doodle from me

Much like an average spider, Angel can feel and sense when storms are coming. These freak him out and will make him curl up on the ground.🕷️

Angel is sensitive to vibrations and especially sensitive to stronger ones like lightning and earthquakes. (Hell does not have earthquakes.) Stronger ones make him paranoid and nauseous from his organs moving around.🕷️

He definitely needs glasses to see far away but doesn’t bother since it hardly becomes an issue in daily life.🕷️

Jumping spiders change how they see btw! Less light = more detail, More detail = less light.

Vision Examples:

He can also see behind him but I don’t have that angle so this is the best you get

Sleeps curled up.🕷️

Also follows lasers! Not in the same way a cat would, but any interesting movement in his peripheral vision will cause him to turn toward it to see it better.🕷️

Can see ultraviolet light.🕷️

Has a tree nut allergy (Hazelnuts and walnuts. He is unfortunately a very big hazelnut fan.)

Dresses up Fat Nuggets on Halloween. And basically every other day. Seems to have a preference for the witch hat

Owns a skateboard??

Why do his eyes glow pink why can he do that on command

Can dialate his pupils at will I guess

Molts. Basically like shedding but if you also had to scrub a chunk of your skin off. Lasts 1-2 days.🕷️

Very often used to say slurs without knowing they were slurs and probably still does sometimes

Currently still under the impression his sister is alive. She also probably found him after he overdosed.

Struggles to keep track of time

No idea what half the letters in LGBTQIA+ mean

Recently learned what a pride flag is

Angel has small retractable hooks/claws inside his palm that he can use to hold onto surfaces.🕷️

Angel hates people crying around or on him and will push them away or distance himself.

Examples:

Angel is very skittish around fire even though it cannot hurt him.

Hates the smell of citrus fruits.🕷️

Angel has two fangs (primary for injecting and liquifying food) on the roof of his mouth, much sharper papillae in the back of his throat and a second set of venomous fangs near the deeper in his throat that are to inject larger food and paralyze it but there is the rare occasion where the fangs stab his own throat and he collapses for a few hours after getting the fangs unstuck and he just lays there until it wears off and it kind of looks like he's dead cause there’s probably blood in his mouth but hes fine /hj🕷️

This is more of a food safety precaution. If he ate something live he would inject it with venom if it wasn’t dead yet, but he does not do this so these fangs are basically pointless and he might as well just get them removed at this point

Angel DOES have lungs! I know this seems like a very basic fact but some spiders have book lungs! Different from ours they don’t breathe the same way we do, just like how spiders don’t have blood like humans. This is me being a nerd, but we have seen that Angel has mentioned his lung capacity and he has the ability to cough as seen in Episode 5 (I think its 5 dont quote me on that) This means he cannot have book lungs since if he did he would not be able to cough, nor would he be able to sneeze or hiccup.🕷️

Angel is likely right handed in his top pair of hands, left handed or ambidextrous in his middle pair, and as for the bottom it seems like either ambidextrous or he just doesn’t like to use them for actions at all.

This is like half headcanon but also I pay way more attention to this shit than Viv does so Im basically right all the time

It doesn’t get super cold in hell Id assume, but on the rare occasion it gets colder or the AC in the hotel is on really high that is one of the few times Angel will use webbing and will wrap himself in it and crawl under a blanket and stay there. If it’s really cold or he plans on being in a cold area for maybe a week or month or so he might go into diapause to conserve energy, warmth, and food. (This can also happen when he has sudden sharp changes in diet and during daylight savings)🕷️

This will be updated again I can feel it in my bones. Hopefully this can satiate you all while I move house 🫶

[yanderepuck]

Theo???? Arthur is here too so I'm not just Theo smut, even if I did write him the other day. Leave me be alright. My visions are slightly coming back.

This was going to be Charles and Faust but decided to change it. So uhhhh. Let's hope I don't switch it midway through and change everything. Also there's only one card with both of them and tho I hate Arthur that's rude. Also why are they the same height thEY ARE NOT.

Not sure if it's relieving or not that they have picked up on modern habits. Then again you are with Arthur, why wouldn't "Netflix and Chill" be in his vocabulary.

You started a movie together. It was something you both wanted to see, you had the foolish thought that you would actually watch it too. But that didn't last long.

You are still technically watching it. You're just in his lap, his hand down your pants. His fingers are rubbing around your clit, teasing your folds, not quiet entering you.

With two fingers he exposes your hole, but doesn't let a finger go inside, just rubs around it, getting rougher as time goes on.

You're desperate, trying to hump his hand, trying to get him to slide a finger or two into you.

Luckily the audio from the TV is louder than your desperate cries. You didn't want to admit that he's broken you down.

Arthur pulls your hair all to one side so he can kiss your neck. Each kiss sends a shiver down your spine. You're waiting for the feel of his fangs.

He nibbles the curve of your ear and whispers. "Tell me what you want, luv."

Your hips just rocked harder. His fingers glided over your skin. "Right here?"

As he pressed his fingers harder against you, you whined.

"You're so fun to play with," his other hand squeezes your thigh. "I wish you would wear a skirt so I could play more."

His hardened cock was very clearly pushed against you.

"You would be able to have your hole filled the whole time," he smirks before kissing your neck again.

"Arthur," you whine. That's all you can get out. Just his name, but that's all he wants.

"What do you think you're doing with my hondje?"

Their voice was so loud after hearing just whispers that you jumped. You wanted to jump out of Arthur's lap but he held you down, his fingers still playing with you.

"Yours? I don't see your name written anywhere."

Theo walked up to the back of the couch. Since Arthur didn't stop, you kept squirming, you tried to stop moaning but it spilled out.

A section of your hair is grabbed and pulled back. Theo pulls you all the way back, getting you to moan more. Even with just the light from the TV screen you could see that your face is red from being flustered. He looks upset and you start to stutter.

"He's not even using you right," Theo smirks. "This whore has a pretty thing like you right in his lap and can't even play with you properly."

"Hey!" Arthur slaps Theo's hand away from you. "She's in my lap so I get to play with her as I like."

You get wetter. They are talking about you like you aren't even here. Like you're just a play thing.

Theo comes around to the front of the couch and grabs your jaw to make you look at him. It takes you a moment for your eyes to adjust after he blocks out the screen from your view.

"There's an empty hole here not being used," he smirks as he slides his thumb into your mouth. You immediately start to suck on his thumb, looking up at him as you do, your hips still rocking. "Good girl."

Arthur pouts at the scene. His fingers finally plunge into you after close to an hour of teasing. You gasp, moaning louder. You hunch over to be able to hold onto Arthur's legs to steady yourself.

Two fingers move around in you. With still being clothed he can only thrust them in and out so much, but it's still better than before.

"Are you going to stand there and watch like a cuck, or are you going to sit down and join me?"

As Theo sits down, Arthur retracts his hand, making you whine. He pushes you down onto the couch to get your pants off. Your face ends up close to Theo. Once your underwear are off you get up into your knees, having your ass in the air.

Theo's already moaning from having his cock in your mouth before Arthur can even get his out.

"Aren't you impatient," he scoffs as he gets behind you.

"Stick something in her face and she'll put it in her mouth," Theo keeps a hand at the back of your head, weaving his fingers through your hair.

Just as you were about to put more of Theo in your mouth, Arthur's cock slides into you. You moan, freezing up for a moment. You can feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you're finally filled.

"I doubt he can feel that good, Hondje," he pushes your head further down.

"Is that why I get more dates," he holds your hips and thrusts into you. You moan more.

While sucking on Theo's cock, Arthur gets rougher with you. To the point where you are having a hard time staying up on your knees.

You bury your face into Theos crotch while Arthur buries his cock into you, getting as deep as he can while you deep throat for as long as you can.

"Ahh fuck," Theo moans. "You're getting better at that."

He grips your hair harder, getting you to moan more.

Your hips get squeezed and the sound of skin against skin is nearing the volume of the tv.

You don't even remember what you were watching at this point, or if you even saw any of it. With Arthur teasing you, you couldn't concentrate on much else.

You lift your head up, trying to catch your breath but Theo wouldn't let you get his tip out of your mouth.

Your tongue goes around his shaft and you hollow out your cheeks. He moans and thrusts down your throat. You have your weight in his lap, trying to hold him down but it's no use.

Holding your head in place he slides his cock in and out himself.

"Are you always so rough with her?"

"She likes it," he smirks.

He's right. You like it, love it even, and to have the both of them using you, talking like you aren't there, acting like you're just a toy to be passed around, it makes you wetter, even more submissive.

"If you don't get rougher with her I'll take over."

"As if."

And now they are fighting over you. No. More like fighting over your holes. You stick your ass up higher and suck Theo's cock harder. They nearly moan in unison. You're so glad you can please them.

"Maybe we should keep track of how many loads of cum she can hold."

"Oh she can hold quite a few."

You're worried about how many times they are going to get you to cum. Arthur has already succeeded once and you're getting close to your second. You're going to pass out before they are finished with you.

You dig your nails into Theo's thighs, reaching your second climax. If it wasn't for your mouth being full you would be panting.

With your walls tightening around Arthur, it only takes a few moments for him to fill you with his cum. You knew it was going to be a while for Theo to be done. Even when he's fucking you he manages to make rounds last.

Arthur pulls out of you making you whine.

"You done with her? Perfect," he smirks and pulls your head up, finally giving you a chance to breathe. He doesn't even give Arthur the chance to protest before he has you on his lap facing him.

His cock slides right into you, stretching you more. You put your hand on his shoulders, bouncing on him before he even needs to tell you.

Theo moans. "I told you I trained her well."

Arthur just sits back against the arm of the couch. "No fair that you get her to yourself."

"Maybe you should work on lasting longer than five minutes."

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[queenofthedisneyverse]

For your earth 42 headcanons: How would Miles deal with becoming a vampire in the first place? Thx!

I think he would know what was happening to him because of the bat biting him but be completely stumped on what to do.

When the bat bit him Miles kind of harshly grabbed it and well...killed it. It was a small bat, so it wasn't that hard.

The bat senses kicked it right after it bit him, which from Miles' perspective was a very trippy experience.

Everything around him was like a loud mosh pit. His canines were replaced with very sharp fangs, which was very painful. And claws began to strike through his fingers, again, very painful.

However, he did feel this rush of adrenaline kick in...and the need for blood at the moment.

The rest of the night was a blur for him, and he somehow ended up passed out on his uncle's living room floor. with the bat still in his hand.

It was about 6:30 in the morning when he almost gave his uncle a heart attack.

While Miles was asleep in a blood coma Aaron examined it. The bat had purple, black, and green fur.

'i'm no zoologist or animal keeper but this aint no normal bat'

After waking Miles up, with a cross & prowler claw in hand, he talked with Miles and asked him what happened.

As a few weeks go pass Aaron notices that some pets are going missing throughout the neighborhood.

Aaron confronts Miles about it "you know you can just eat the people we're told to kill right? stop eatin animals man."

Miles did just that, suck the blood out of anyone he was told to assassinate.

But before that Aaron let the sinister six cartel know about Miles "condition". They didn't believe him until one of them saw Miles sucking the blood out of someone.

If there were any "leftovers" that one of the sinister six cartel didn't kill, they would give that "left over" to Miles.

But just so you know, most of the sinister six are scared of Miles at this point. They just don't show it, but Miles can feel it because he has bat genes coursing through his veins. And what are bats? Animals, and animals can smell/sense fear.

Miles began to notice new things about himself, other than sucking the life out of people.

When he's calm and/or not hungry his claws and fangs retract.

He can hear when something or someone is approaching or where someone/thing is. Also known as echo location.

He's incredibly fast, he noticed when he was chasing down a target.

Super strong, realized this when a sinister six member got stuck under some rubbel. He lifted the huge debris off the member like it was nothing.

he can walk on walls and has venomous fangs. His venom will instantly paralyze & numb you.

And he can heal rather quickly, like Deadpool quick. So, if he's shot in the head, he'll be fine.

He HATES sunlight now, he can go out in daylight but highly despises the idea.

This gives the cartel all the more reason to be afraid of him.

Aaron would steal some blood bags from hospitals in case there were no missions to go on.

Oh yeah, Miles became a "vampire" the same day 1610! Miles became spiderman.

[crazysnor1ax]

SO how does the fight turn out then? And Im interested in the kinda conversations that would follow :D

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Hahaha, imagine I made a whole drabble in response to this ask! That'd be so silly! Imagine I sat down and shat out a drabble in one sitting, all in response to a single tumblr ask, that would be so silly goofy of m-

Fog filled Callie’s head as her form finally began to change. It felt as though static was sending itself through her limbs and tentacles as they shrank–a familiar but still painful sensation. Her clawed hands shook as she gripped her bedsheets, with her claws retracting and disappearing into her hands. The fanged beak resting behind her lips shortened back to its usual length, her snout disappearing with it. After a few more moments the fog in her mind cleared and she was back to her inkling state.

Her quickened pulse and shaky breath had gone nowhere, however.

She made eye contact with her cousin, who sat beside her and was eyeing her with concern laced in her eyes.

“They know,” Callie breathed.

“Callie-” Marie started, but stopped as Callie’s head fell to her bedsheets.

“Acht knows!” She screamed. There were so many thoughts and words she tried to get out but they only took the form of stuttering and animal-like whines and growls.

Marie slowly inched closer to Callie on the bed and placed a hand on the back of her head.

“I think,” she exhaled, “if anyone was going to find out, they’re a good pick.”

Callie peeked up at her from behind a fistful of bedsheets. “You’re a terrible liar–I can smell your heartbeat, it’s racing.”

Marie’s head fell as she sighed. “I’m not–I’ve just been worried about you for the past 30-or-so minutes.” She rested her head on her hand. “I really don’t think Acht will tell anyone, they’re not that type I don’t think.”

“I don’t either.”

Marie’s eyebrows furrowed. She eyed Callie as she sat up again, breathing heavily. Callie noticed her newfound attention and let out a strained whine.

“They’re gonna hate me is what I think. You saw their expression, smelled their hormones–they were terrified, Marie.”

Marie didn’t have the heart to tell Callie that she in-fact did not see Acht’s expression from behind their thick, crimson shades. Though Callie was right about them being stressed, she could definitely smell that.

“I–” Callie started, but groaned. “Cod, they’re never gonna wanna see me again, they’re gonna think I want to eat them or something, they–”

“Well hey hey,” Marie spat, raising up a hand. “You don’t know that. Neither of us do. Acht’s reasonable, they’ll probably understand once we explain everything to them.”

She placed her hand over Callie’s. “Plus they like you. A lot. I don’t think this’ll change that that much.”

She saw Callie’s body relax as she let out a breath. Her cheeks also reddened ever so slightly, which Marie couldn’t help but grin at. Marie patted Callie’s hand and reached into her pocket, pulling out a lime green Sea-Cucumber phone.

“As much as I hate to say it, we should find out if that’s true or not as soon as possible.”

_____________________________________________________________

Callie could have mistaken the air for sludge with how much tension was filling it.

After several long minutes Marie had just finished explaining how she got to their apartment so quickly, which had followed an explanation from both Squid Sisters on the basics of werekrakens. Callie was half-convinced she was going to change again; it was taking everything she had to stop her limbs from shaking and she couldn’t slow down her pulse even if she really wanted to. It almost made her happy to see Marie was also terrified, with her hiding her mouth behind clenched hands and her own pulse smelling like it was quickened.

What hadn’t helped was Acht saying very little upon arriving at their place once again. They had greeted the both of them, sure, but nothing else. No questions, no comments, not even anything expressing their own fear–which Callie could undoubtedly smell. She could also see how they were holding and presenting themselves; their hands were crossed tightly across their chest and their feet planted firmly on the ground where they sat. Their lips formed a tight line across their face, more than they usually did. It was obvious they were stressed, even if their scent didn’t give it away.

“So,” Marie sighed, “our number one ask in telling you all this is that you don’t tell anyone. Ultimately it’s your choice, there’s nothing we can do to stop you from telling people, but know we keep the secret for a reason. Yeah, we change into big animal-kraken-things, but we’ve got a right to privacy as much as anyone else. And we’re still people, we just have a little special something to us, I guess.”

Callie’s mouth was so dry she could only nod in agreement. Acht only moved their head to the side in response, which Callie recognized as them thinking. Seconds felt like hours as both cousins waited for them to say something, anything.

Finally, Acht turned back to both of them.

“First thing’s first.”

They turned to Callie and placed a hand on the table the three of them were sitting at. Callie could just barely see their eyes from behind their shades, which were wide and combined with raised eyebrows.

“...Are you okay?”

Callie couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows. She even noticed Marie cock her head from the corner of her eye.

Acht opened their mouth, breaking eye contact with Callie for a brief moment and turning away slightly. “You–when all that happened earlier, um–I’ve never seen you that terrified, Cal. Yeah, Marie probably beat the squit out of you, but are you okay besides that?”

Callie felt her heart skip a beat. She felt heat rush into her face and she instantly looked down for a moment, hoping she wasn’t blushing.

“Yeah, I–” Callie looked back up at Acht, “I’m good. I’m fine.”

She noticed them turn their head slightly away but keep eye contact with her.

They don’t believe me, She thought.

Acht speaking again interrupted her from thinking further.

“Second thing, I’m not gonna tell anyone, just letting you guys know. That’s not my business and–” They gestured to Marie, “–you guys do deserve your privacy.”

Immediately Callie and Marie loudly sighed and sunk into their chairs.

“But,” Acht held up a finger, “I’ll say this–this is just a lot for me, I’ll be honest. I just need some time to think about it all.”

Callie couldn’t stop a whine from slipping past her lips.

“If I can ask this, Acht,” Marie started, glancing discreetly at Callie, “does this make you see us differently?”

Acht leaned back in their chair and huffed. “In the nicest way possible, yeah. I mean you guys are werekrakens, you can turn into big animal things, how can I not?”

Callie could have sworn her heart was going to explode. She even heard Marie sigh quietly.

“I don’t mean that like I see you guys as monsters or anything now, though,” Acht continued. “You’re different, but you’re still Callie and Marie to me. Kinda like if I didn’t know you guys were Agents 1 and 2 and I suddenly found that out, y’know?”

The cousins nodded.

“And if I’m being real, I’m just more concerned than anything. Especially about you, Cal. I don’t-” they stopped for a moment, looking down slightly, “I don’t want you hurting yourself or something. I don’t want your secret getting out to someone dangerous or something because you transform out of nowhere like today. And I know you can learn to get it under control, I get that, but I just-” they sighed, “I just worry, I guess is what I’m trying to say.”

There was silence for a moment as Callie and Marie processed their words. Callie could feel a mix of emotions swirling in her chest, all of them making her want to cry. Marie was, for the most part, incredibly relieved and grateful–this was the best outcome in her eyes. Callie couldn’t ignore Acht being so concerned over her, however. They’d known each other for a decent while after being introduced through Off the Hook, but they’d never been so adamant like this. Let alone about her. She appreciated it, of course, but it was a side of Acht she hadn’t ever seen before.

She was almost certain she liked it. A lot, in fact.

“We appreciate that, Acht,” Marie started, leaning over the table. “And we understand, too–we just dropped a lot on you, and today was a lot too.”

“And I didn’t mean to spook you today,” Callie spat, almost catching herself by surprise. “I mean we just explained it all to you, but–I just got emotional and couldn’t stop myself. And you should know that, um, as a kraken–” her eyes darted away from Acht again, her hands squirming in her lap, “–I didn’t–I wasn’t trying to attack you. I was just so emotional that, in my kraken brain, that translated to being scared. I wasn’t going to hurt you, I was trying to make myself look scary.”

Acht raised a hand to their mouth but Callie was certain she saw them smile ever so slightly.

“I get you,” They responded. “If I’m being honest, I didn’t really think you were.”

It took everything Callie had not to react outwardly to their response.

There was silence between the three of them for a long moment, the only notable sound filling the air being the ticking of the kitchen wall clock.

Eventually Marie sighed and tapped her hands on the table. “Well–Acht, I genuinely can’t thank you enough for keeping our secret.” She turned to Callie briefly before continuing. “Really, you have no idea how much this means to us.”

Callie nodded, smiling. “The secret getting out is the biggest danger to us, so you keeping it really is huge. Thank you lots, seriously.”

Acht lightly nodded. “Of course. It isn’t anything, really.”

They grabbed the rim of their cap and stood up from the kitchen table. “I know I haven’t been here long, but being honest again–I think I need a night to think all this over. My head’s spinning.”

The Squid Sisters nodded, both of them standing up and following Acht to the front door.

Acht grabbed the doorknob but turned back to look at the cousins. “We’ll talk soon, I bet.”

They turned to Callie and eyed her directly, tilting their head down somewhat.

“Take it easy tonight, okay?”

Callie nodded. Acht gave Marie a nod of their own before taking their leave.

[five-rivers]

Dentition

Here's what you need to know about ghostly dentition: For the first few years of unlife, the ghosts of humans have teeth of roughly the same size and shape as they did while alive. However, these are the ghostly equivalent of baby teeth. After a ghost has been dead for at least two years, but no more than five, their teeth will begin to change shape. Change shape, not fall out and be replaced. Ghost anatomy is much more plastic than that of a human. This process takes about one month, give or take. Additionally, if the ghost is one of the lucky few to become venomous, their venom sacs grow in at the same time. Once the process of growing the teeth and associated structures is complete, the fangs are retractable.

Here's what you need to know about half ghost dentition: Half ghosts undergo a similar process. Their human halves reflect the changes. However, they do lose their initial set of teeth to make room for their new ones.

Here's what you need to know about Danny Fenton: He is a half ghost. His luck is also incredible.

Not in a good way, of course.

.

Danny's whole mouth felt tender, and he didn't know why. The feeling had been building since yesterday morning, but, by this point, it had become almost unbearable. That, coupled with the growing desire to chew on and bite things, was slowly driving him insane.

"It almost sounds like you're teething," said Sam.

Danny grunted dubiously. He had all his adult teeth.

"I mean, it might be a ghost thing," clarified Sam.

"Or you could have burned your mouth on something without realizing it," offered Tucker. "Or you could be getting some canker sores?"

Danny shook his head. That's what he thought at first, when the pain had been limited to the roof of his mouth and a few places on his gums, but now it was everywhere.

Jazz, who was on spring break from college and driving the three of them home from school, made a face. "I hate to suggest this, but do you think Mom and Dad could have put something anti-ghost in our food?"

Danny groaned and let his head fall against the dashboard. It did him no good. In fact, jostling his face made his mouth ache even more. It would be like his parents to unintentionally and unknowingly poison him in the name of protecting him from ghosts.

"I'll cook tonight," said Jazz.

.

Despite Jazz cooking (and nothing coming to life!), Danny mostly pushed his food around his plate and avoided everyone's eyes. He wasn't sure if the pain killed his appetite, or if the idea of his food being poisoned did it. Either way, he wasn't hungry. He did, however, chew on the collar of his shirt until it was wet and disgusting.

Immediately after dinner, Danny slouched up the stairs and made a beeline for his room. He wanted to sleep this out, if at all possible.

He threw off his normal clothes, threw on his bedclothes, and collapsed, wrapping his covers around him and rolling over instead of climbing under his covers like a normal person. That was fine. He wasn't a normal person.

He went to sleep.

.

A dream about swimming ended when the thought that the water was only wet on his face crossed Danny's mind. Slowly, he pulled his eyes open, and his brain eventually processed the fact that (a) it was still dark out, and (b) his face was pressed into a truly prodigious amount of drool.

He sat up, the fabric of his pillowcase trying to stick to his face. He threw the pillow to the side, and walked to the bathroom to try and clean up a little before going back to sleep. Usually, Danny had pretty good night vision, to the point of being able to see in the dark, but his vision and brain were so fuzzy at the moment that he fumbled for the bathroom lights anyway, and hissed as the bright lights temporarily blinded him.

Finally, his eyes adjusted enough for him to look up, into the mirror, and his heart almost stopped.

He was covered in blood.

His hands flew up to cover his face as he stumbled back against the far wall. Yes, he was half-ghost and had technically died, that didn't make him immune to shock or particularly happy to see blood all over the side of his face. It hadn't been drool sticking him to the pillow. Not just drool, anyway. It had been blood.

Why was he covered in blood? Had he turned into a vampire in the night? Did he hurt someone? Were vampires based on half-ghosts? Considering Vlad's aesthetic...

No, wait. On second glance, the blood had a distinctly sparkly cast to it. He stepped closer to the mirror, and a shiver of relief work its way into his body. That shimmer was ectoplasm. It was his blood.

But why had he been bleeding? Maybe he had bitten himself.

Or, more likely, whatever the heck was going on with his mouth was reaching a new level of bad. His teeth, now that he was thinking about them and not the blood, hurt much worse than they had when he went to bed.

Hesitantly, he probed his front teeth with his fingers. They moved.

THEY MOVED.

.

Danny did not often sneak into his sister's room at night for advice, but 'not often' was a far cry from 'never.' Jazz wasn't surprised when he prodded her awake. Sleepy, yes, possibly just a little annoyed at waking up, though that vanished when she saw Danny's stricken face, but not surprised.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I think I'm losing my teeth," said he little brother, eyes wide and a touch too bright in the dark.

Alright, that was unexpected. "What?"

"I woke up, and my teeth were bleeding, and now they're all loose." His voice wobbled.

"Oh," said Jazz, still trying to kick her brain into gear. "Um. Is it a ghost thing, do you think?"

"I don't know," moaned Danny. "Nobody talks to me about anything." He sniffed. "What am I supposed to do?"

That was a good question. What kinds of options did Danny have?

"Do you have any ghost friends you could talk to?" she asked.

"Maybe," said Danny. "But they're far away, and they don't really have human teeth."

Jazz refrained from asking what kind of teeth they did have. She'd known about Danny's ghost powers for over a year, now, and she still only knew a fraction of what he got up to.

"I know you're not going to like this, but, um, what about Vlad?" Danny gave her a horrified glare. "I mean, he knows more about ghosts and half ghosts than we do, and he won't want anyone, you know, examining you. Which is what is going to happen if your teeth fall out."

Danny wilted, and put his hand to his mouth. "I guess." He shook himself. "I woke up in a puddle of my own blood and drool. Mostly blood."

"Ah," said Jazz.

"I'm going to go now."

"He might not appreciate you waking him up in the middle of the night," warned Jazz.

"Vlad doesn't sleep," said Danny.

"I'm sorry," said Jazz, "is that, like, a real thing, or some kind of joke? I'm too tired to tell."

"He's too evil to sleep."

"Danny, really. Don't antagonize him when you want his help."

Danny put his arms around his knees and looked very small. "Okay," he said. "You're right. But what should I do until then? What if- What if one of my teeth really does fall out?"

That image was more disturbing than it had any right to be. "Just go to sleep, and if your teeth do start falling out... I guess we'll deal with it. I've heard putting them in a cup of milk and spit helps preserve them? So they can be re-implanted?"

"Oh," said Danny. "I guess that's good to know."

"Get some sleep," Jazz said again. "First thing tomorrow, I'll drive you to Vlad's."

"I'll just fly."

.

The conversation with Jazz had been painful. Talking should not be so painful. It sucked. It was the worst. And he was not able to get to sleep again.

As soon as the sun was up, Danny left to harass Vlad. Which was how his brain pronounced 'ask Vlad for help.'

He could hardly believe he was doing this. It was so stupid. Vlad hated him, he wasn't going to help. Maybe he should ask Clockwork, or make the flight to the Far Frozen, even if he wouldn't be able to put up a good fight against a ghost in this state. After all, Vlad would probably try to fight him. At least random ghosts in the Ghost Zone might leave him alone.

Yeah, he didn't believe that either.

He set down right outside Vlad's front gates, invisibly, not sure if he should just phase in, or if he should press the buzzer and wait outside. Usually when he came to Vlad's he was with his parents, Vlad had dragged him there, or they were already in the middle of a fight. He wasn't sure how to... petition Vlad, and that was what he was doing.

Danny pressed the buzzer. Ancients, he hoped Vlad was here and not in Colorado or Wisconsin.

"What?" came the short, clipped, reply. Clearly, Vlad was annoyed at being bothered so early in the morning.

"It's Danny," said Danny. "I need to talk to you about something."

There was a long silence, and Danny wondered if Vlad had chosen to ignore him.

"Daniel." The smoothness of Vlad's tone was broken only by the crackle of the intercom. "What an unexpected surprise. Do come in. I am in my dining room, and I am sure you can find your way."

Given permission, Danny phased through the gates and then the walls of Vlad's mansion. The dining room was, as Vlad had intimated, easy to find, and Danny dropped his invisibility.

Vlad did not look up from his breakfast, which seemed to consist of some kind of complicated omelette. At the smell, Danny's stomach growled. He hadn't a full meal since this time yesterday.

"So," said Vlad. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Daniel?"

Danny looked up at Vlad, then away, then at Vlad again, then away. He glared at Vlad's clean, shiny floor.

"Well, I do hope you haven't come because some cat ghost stole your tongue," said Vlad, sarcastically.

"My teeth are falling out," said Danny. They were certainly looser than yesterday.

Vlad stared at Danny for several heartbeats, then started laughing. He actually slapped the table a few times. Danny glared. If he knew how to do the eye laser thing, Vlad would be on fire.

"Oh, my dear boy," said Vlad, "forgive me. Has no one told you about ghost fangs?" He suppressed a snicker with his hand.

"No," said Danny.

"Well, that's quite an oversight in your education, isn't it? If you had accepted my offer..." he trailed off suggestively, almost purring.

Danny tried to purse his lips, but winced as doing so pushed his front teeth back.

Vlad smirked, and gave him a quick rundown of how teeth developed in the recently dead. "... of course, he finished. Half-ghosts like us are different. We, unlike them, do lose our original teeth. But you'll be glad to know the whole ordeal will be over in a month."

"A month? My teeth won't grow back for a month? Vlad, I have school! I can't hide that I don't have any teeth for a month!"

"Doesn't your spring break start today?" asked Vlad patting his lips with a napkin.

"What does that matter if this will last a month?"

"Calm down, boy. Your most visible teeth should regrow themselves in a week." Vlad pushed his food aside. "Of course, those will include your fangs, and part of why this takes a month is that the last molars and the muscles and bones involved in retracting and extending the fangs are developing. Nevertheless, that shouldn't be an issue so long as you avoid talking and eating around people less oblivious than your father."

"Hey!"

"Or perhaps you could convince people that you are wearing novelty fangs. Your friend Samantha enjoys that kind of thing, correct?"

"It's Sam," grumbled Danny, resenting the fact that Vlad was giving him good advice. "What about before my front teeth grow back in?" he asked. He didn't want to refer to any of his teeth as fangs. He didn't even want to think about having fangs.

(Hair made of fire and eyes as red as fresh blood flickered in his mind's eye.)

"Well, as I said, you're on spring break. Wouldn't this be a wonderful time to take advantage of, say, an internship opportunity with your beloved godfather?"

"I'm sorry, what? My what?"

"Me, Daniel. I'm offering to let you stay with me until your teeth have grown in enough to pass muster."

"Absolutely not," said Danny.

Vlad scoffed, and leaned back in his chair. "Don't mistake me. I'm not doing this out of some misplaced sense of altruism. I don't want anyone looking too closely at your anatomy."

"Gross."

Vlad ignored the comment. "If you are found out, the best defense of my identity, that no one knows half ghosts are possible, vanishes. This is merely enlightened self-interest. Does that make you feel better?"

Oddly enough, it did.

"Good. Now," he made a little shooing motion with his hands, "go home. I will make arrangements with your parents."

.

Danny arrived on Vlad's doorstep, his father in tow, making a valiant but ultimately futile attempt to avoid playing with his now very loose front teeth.

"V-man!" exclaimed Jack, exploding through the door without bothering to knock. "It's been forever!"

"It's been two days, Jack," said Vlad, repressively. He had, wisely, been waiting at the top of the wide stairs that led to the mansion's second floor.

"But it feels like so much longer!"

"I wish," muttered Vlad.

Jack, undeterred ran up the stairs and hugged Vlad.

"Yes, yes," said Vlad, strained, "very good. Now, Jack, Daniel and I have a very busy day ahead of us. I'm afraid we must be off at once."

"Aw, already?"

"My pilot doesn't like waiting."

Danny leveled a baleful glare at Vlad. The man hadn't mentioned anything about leaving Amity Park.

Jack skipped out the door, and the GAV sped off.

"Oh, do stop looking at me like that," said Vlad. "We aren't leaving your precious town, although I'm sure it would survive just fine without you."

"Then why-?"

"Well, we certainly couldn't have your parents dropping in at all hours to check up on you, could we?" Vlad shuddered dramatically. "In any case, I have your room made up. Follow me."

Danny picked up his luggage, no longer pretending he found it heavy now that his father wasn't around to see, and trudged up the stairs after Vlad.

The room was nice. Too nice. A little too space-themed for his peace of mind as well, with the stars on the walls, spangled bed sheets, and planet-shaped lamps on the bedside tables. The game console in the corner had the effect of making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Please tell me you set up this room in the last two days."

"Don't be ridiculous. I've had this room decorated like this since I moved in. I had hoped you would come to your senses."

"My senses. Right," said Danny, trying to decide if it was too late to hide at Sam's for a week. Sadly, it probably was.

"Well, get your things put away, and meet me downstairs for brunch in half an hour. I doubt you've eaten much since we last spoke." Vlad strode out of the room, not looking back.

Danny stared after him, unsure if he should feel touched or creeped out. Both, maybe.

Finally, he sighed and heaved the suitcase up onto the bed. He had asked for this, he reminded himself. Not the bedroom. But Vlad's help.

If there had been any other friendly ghosts within flying distance...

Okay, he'd still have needed the cover, and Jazz, Sam, and Tucker could only do so much.

Danny finished unpacking in a few minutes. He hadn't brought a whole lot of stuff with him. Just enough clothing to last a week without washing, the thermos, some homework, the Spector Deflector, the collapsible version of the Boo-Staff, some Fenton Sleeping Bag Capsules, in case he had to run and spend the remainder of spring break roughing it in the woods.

Okay, he didn't think he'd have to do that, otherwise he wouldn't be trusting Vlad even this far, but it was better to be safe.

He walked downstairs, slowly, then started to look for the kitchen, vaguely worried about being ambushed. He wasn't. Point for Vlad.

Another point for Vlad - He was actually cooking.

"I doubt you want to eat anything too tough at the moment," said Vlad, "although once your new teeth grow in, you'll be gnawing on things before you know it. So, I'm making eggs. You aren't allergic to anything?"

"Not other than blood blossoms, no."

Vlad sighed and tipped the eggs he was frying onto a plate. "Shall we let bygones be bygones, little badger? At least for the duration of our little truce? For the sake of your problem, if nothing else."

Danny's lips twitched, sending a wave of pain across his face. "Yeah, okay," he said. He reached out for the eggs.

Vlad passed him the plate. "I'd like to do some scans of your teeth, when you're done."

"Why?" asked Danny.

"So suspicious," said Vlad. "Remember, you asked for my help."

"Last time you wanted to do scans of me, you were trying to clone me."

"This is different," said Vlad. "Although, I do wonder if Danielle will be losing her teeth, soon. Something for you to watch out for, hm?"

"What do you want to do the scans for, anyway?" asked Danny, picking up a fork.

"Oh, the usual. Making sure your teeth are growing in properly, checking if you'll be venomous, that kind of thing."

Danny dropped the fork. "That's an option?"

Vlad smirked. "Oh, it isn't very likely, but... You do have very odd luck, Daniel."

And didn't Danny know it.

"I'll pass on the scans."

"Really?"

"Cloning," Danny pointed out.

Vlad sighed. "I suppose you have something of a point. Let's make a deal. If I haven't done anything sinister by the middle of the week, you get those scans. It will, after all, be much harder for me to help you without them."

Danny frowned. "I didn't know that you were going to 'help' me beyond, you know. Hiding me."

"Please, Daniel. I'm trying to convince you to join me. I'm hardly going to deny you medical care while you're here. Besides, if you go back to your parents looking like a trainwreck, I'm the one who will get in trouble. Assuming they notice, of course."

Well... when he put it like that... "You're awful," said Danny.

"And yet, here we are. So, what is your decision?"

Danny sighed. "I'll think about it."

[chillenby]

I started this like at 4 am before a trip and now I finished it. I think it looks okay :)

...

Okay so here's the lore I mentioned in one of my posts (but not a lot cuz I think it's not developed enough). This is Petar Parkerović from Novi Jork. He is my spidersona/spider oc. He's 16 years old, he's in 2th year of high school (pretty important to mention he goes to a scientific high school).

While on a school "field trip" to see how the work is in Alcromax (that world Alchemax) he accidentaly got bit by a geneticly mutated spider that some scientist accidentaly set free. The bite caused some parts of his DNA to slightly mutate. Now he has small fangs that contain venom, retractable claws and spinnerets in his wrists. He also got powers (super strength, slight speed bust, organic webbing, super jump and spidey sense). Since spidey sense kinda reminds me of pray instincts, I decided that to have it balanced that Petar also has predator instincts (but he hates them cuz he doesn't want to hurt people).

And now he decided with his powers he should be responcible for the common folk who can't protect themselves. He almost always patrols at nights (forgot to mention he is slightly nocturnal and needs less sleep that a regular human).

...

So yea that's some info about him. I have a lot more ideas that I would write about if I knew how to write... but for now I'll just stick with small doodles of him and just info dumps about him :)

[aibouart]

can. can i request a red infodump perhaps? :3c ive seen them around a bit before but i have uh no idea what their lore/story is at all and im v curious!!!

WWWWWWWYAYYAYAYAYAYAYA !!!

i'm gonna gon on abt his species first cuz ........

i half jokingly refer to red as a "walking content warning" cuz he has a SUPER BAD home life. i made him to cope over 10 years ago, now, so he has a looong history of being used to get through my childhood and as such, his backstory is insane.

all you'd need to really know abt his backstory is like...

His father is a super shit person, his mother is basically missing but she was also not good in her own weird way, he has a sister he rarely speaks to because he's stuck at home and doesn't know how to leave, and he has a brother (red is the youngest) who is stuck in a baby's body and is usually being cared for by his sister (lore below explains why he's like that).

red lives primarily alone as his father is usually not home anymore, and he hates being a vampire or hurting people, and gets suuuper awkward around any pop culture vampire talk which is think is funny.

so red's vampiric species is very simple compared to human made vampiric lore and a lot of things are considered misconceptions, or things that could be attributed to *other* vampiric species that were blanketly attached to the concept of "vampire" by humans who are largely uneducated on them (and tbf most vampiric species aren't super knowledgeable abt each other either in my verse).

their primary biological traits aaare:

they are cold like normal vampire lore, and have fangs (retractable but doesn't need to be extended usually), and will often have very light coloured eyes. they can easily die due to illnesses that normally don't kill humans because of their lower body temp, to blood loss, and can only really be called immortal due to not dying of old age.

they also have a "starvation mode" where if they've been without food for too long, will become animalistic in nature and hunt humans. Red's hair turns near-black and his eyes become red when he is in this mode. they gain incredible strength and even heat vision to hunt down humans so they don't perish. after eating a meal (usually they do it with little care for the person's well-being while like this) they will revert back to their normal selves and have little memory of what happened during this state. although the state itself can store basic memories to help hunt later (such as if certain places are dangerous last time they went there, or if they got attacked for one reason or another). this separation of memories isn't meant to be an allegory for systems btw so i hope no one is thinking that i'm doing that!! ;__;;b!

these vampires start off looking and eating like normal humans, but eventually something within them hits a timer and they turn vampiric naturally (they can convert humans if humans drink their blood though). the process can be seen coming as their appetite lowers and they become a bit sluggish and lower body temp before the process kicks in full swing and they painfully turn to a vampire. after that, their body stops aging.

this specific species of vampires are meant to co-exist with humans and live along side them. humans provide a source of food, and the vampires can help provide protection and even mingle well socially. the vampire species can breed with humans and human-vampire babies on average will usually turn vampiric later in adulthood, but vampire-vampire children (especially vampires with little human lineage) tend to turn too quickly.

his vampiric species was doing well within small human communities and living how they're supposed to, before humans from far away locations came, saw the vampires and how they fed off of humans, and drove them away. plenty of vampires lost their lives to this invasion, and the other humans were too easily switched over to an aggressive mob mentality towards them, so they were forced to live isolated and prey on humans in the dark. it's def possible not all of them turned against vampires, but it was too dangerous for them to stay.

Red was born around the time this happened (he's abt 2000 yo usually)........

during the time humans and vampires slowly started to be reintroduced to each other, vampiric based pop culture started to become popular in human societies so the vampires weren't too keen on the whole, slay vampires thing media was doing a lot of. because of the focus on vampires as a pop culture thing, humans started applying a lot of concepts to them on a broad scale (unable to be in the sun, garlic allergy, etc). red typically only went into human cities or villages out of curiosity, but was terrified of saying anything to them in case he was found out (esp seeing as the whole.. kill vampire thing was a popular thing in media.......)

a lot of these ideas were applied due to sightings or findings of vampiric persons by humans, but were individualistic traits that were then applied to all vampires (my fav is like, the garlic thing straight up just being one guy's allergy). (the bat turning thing is not possible for red's species of vampires, but it is possible for a fey vampire combo species that dwell in the forest. they are shapeshifters that shift between an animal/furry form and a human form).

red's species, originally being a pretty small group in a small area, has a long history of vampires taking leadership positions and even being strict about their culture and stances on interaction between them and humans (especially after the drive to exterminate them, they developed a lot of strict rules to protect their kind and youth). red's father is part of these leaders, and red was supposed to be the heir as he's the only one who turned late enough to be an actual adult, but because of his pacifist nature and generally meek demeanour he was already on his father's bad side growing up.

the day of his turning was to be held with the other leader dudes, but when provided a person to have as his first meal, he refused to hurt them and was quickly labelled a disgrace and no longer allowed to be the heir.

red's father, and plenty of the other old guys appointed leader of the species, typically regard humans as nothing more than food things and to not be considered with compassion and especially not to be mingled with. red has made a number of human friends over the centuries but learned pretty fast to make sure his dad never. ever. finds out he has them.

despite the seemingly strict ruling on their vampiric society, a lot of young vampires (and especially those from turned humans) have a large disconnect from them and usually just know they exist and have these rules, but it's not like they can do anything about their spread out community doing what they want.

my favourite part of the modern age for them is that they have a vampiric social media and the only way to be able to sign up is to be vetted by a confirmed vampire of their species. they have their own memes and whatnot, and my fav one is "the vlad". the lovingly chosen name for the human stereotype of a vampire. a lot of them use it mockingly, but there's a tonne of them who also genuinely love the vlad and make groups for being fans of it. count chocula gets posted every halloween, ofc.

red isn't super active on vampiric facebook but he is signed up. he's not good at the whole technology thing in general, but he is aware of the vlad and will often mutter "a vlad..." when he sees one, mystified.

one time a guy who was signed up was found out not to be an actual vampire and it sent the community into a frenzy cuz how tf did they get on the site when it's so strict. it instantly became a classic meme for them, the one time a vampire kinnie joined somehow (obviously im not mocking kins, i am also a kinnie). they only found out cuz the guy actually confessed and was quickly banned. no one knows who vetted them, either.

i think im done w this dump for noooow even tho im sure it's not everything just cuz my net went down like 3 times while typing this GOD

if u wanna know more abt red himself tho i could rant abt his friends and their polycule tho hee hee hoo hoo

[bigmilk-13]

CSOC WEEK: DAY 2

Prompt: Mission

The Condottiero Armour Caper

By bigMilk_13

Only posted on Tumblr

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VENICE, ITALY- 3:00am

Location: V.I.L.E Jet

Honestly, things could not be getting any worse.

Firstly, she was paired with Tigress of all people and Coach Brunt knows both of them hate eachother! But does that stop her? Nope!

And secondly, this is a solo mission. She could've easily done this. A quick in and out for fucks sake but again no because Coach Brunt made Tigress her teammate so this will probably take 10 minutes or even more if they encounter fucking Carmen Sandiego.

Basilisk couldn't decide what was worse: her teammate or the lady in red. Honestly, she hated both of them with a burning passion so to her- they're on an equal level.

While she was quietly listening to music on an MP3 in V.I.L.E's jet, she could see Tigress pacing back and forth, presumably mulling over the plan.

It was pretty simple. Get into the Doge Museum in Venice, steal a suit of armour and get out. Not that big of a deal, well to her at least- she's studied the picture of the armour for a second and she's remembered how it looks like so she doesn't get mixed up.

One of The Cleaners turned around and looked at her. Feeling his cold stare, she looked up, caught his eye and nodded, face expressionless and indifferent. She hid her earphones and MP3 in one of her snake suit's many pockets. There were over 40 hidden- some bigger, some smaller. All closed with a magnetic zip only she could unlock.

The snake suit was called that, mainly because it was built to be like snake scales, slippery and easy to move in and of course- escape.

She had her dart gun in her holster, armed with darts filled with a deadly poison, lipophilic alkaloid batrachotoxin- incredibly rare since it came from an endagered species: the golden poison dart frog. How Dr Bellum acquired it, Basilisk has no clue since the frog's natural habitat is rainforests- and in the ones surrounding the academy, there are definitely no known poisonous creatures.

The serpent retracted her fangs and talons just as soon as she left the helicopter, feeling venom fill her veins. It wasn't lethal, but it was certainly harmful- and Tigress may be dangerous with only her talons, but Basilisk was equipped and told to kill all her life. See how the Red Thief handles that.

She smirked to herself and quickly parkoured across buildings in the dark of the night to the roof of the museum, making sure to tell Tigress to take care of cameras by going to the security room, of which she wasn't happy about.

"Why do I have to do the boring work while you sneak in and do the fun stuff?" She grumbled angrily towards Basilisk through their com-links. The serpent slid down onto windowsill, picked at the lock and rolled her eyes.

"Because you sneaking in would cause too much alarm if anyone sees you. I'm the shadow of the academy, no one knows me by face- or by mask, really." She pointed out. The tech-mask she had worked both as a pair of glasses and night vision goggles, but also had a built-in fan and scanner, seeing to distinguish a fake from the real thing.

She could hear Tigress huff and go back to sneaking into the camera room, which she did surprisingly quickly and also managed to knock the security men out cold.

After getting the confirmation from Tigress that all cameras were down, Basilisk had around 10 minutes to complete her task, which was too much in her opinion but no matter. The more time, the better, she thought.

She dropped down from the window, landing in a low position in the middle of the Armoury. It was completely empty and dark, the shadows playing tricks on her mind. But in the middle stood a stand, encased in glass, obviously the star of the show. Now, thanks to the light from the moon coming in through the windows, brightening the walls of the hall, she could see posters and long banners, presenting the armour for what it is. A small gasp came from her mouth when she finally read the name.

"Brunt wants us to steal this? The armour that belonged to il Gattamelata?"

"Um... who the fuck is that?" Came over from the coms. Basilisk rolled her eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Erasmo Stefano da Narni. A famous italian mercenary from the 15th century. "

The line went quiet as Basilisk admired the suit of armour... but something was off. She could feel it.

"Wait, what's a mercenary?" a confused voice came over the coms and the Serpent mentally facepalmed. She quietly explained, while picking at the locks on the glass, opening it and stuffing the armour away into her bag.

"Mercenaries were basically soldiers working for foreign countries. Say, a Spaniard working in the British Army... or An Italian working for the Germans."

Basilisk closed the glass case and locked it. Luckily she had gloves on so no finger prints would be left at the scene. She quickly hopped out of the window she came in from and ran across the rooftops, stopping when she could see the sea- then contacted Tigress.

"I have the stuff, meet me at the end of the rooftops."

There was no answer and Basilisk raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Okay that was weird.

A grunt was heard over coms and she instantly knew that Carmen Sandiego had caught up to them and thought Tigress was doing a solo mission, like always.

Well, this time she was wrong.

"Kinda busy now, but if you could get your ass over here it would be appreciated." An out of breath Tigress shouted through to Basilisk.

"Where am I gonna put the armour then? I can't fucking take it." Basilisk was not going to let Tigress ruin the mission with her inability to not be a reprehensible shit goblin.

"Leave it then." She hissed

Basilisk groaned and took out her dart gun, running towards the Palace museum and finding the location of the security room. Then she stopped abruptly when she was just outside.

As much as she despised Carmen, she was the only worthy opponent they had. Killing her would make stealing... less fun and risky.

Basilisk rolled her eyes and holstered the dart gun. She retracted her talons and turned her tech-mask on.

She entered the museum through a corridor window and heard fighting coming from one of the exhibition halls. She ran towards the sound, stopping and taking in what was going on.

Sandiego was injured, quite severely. Blood seeped through her suit and her whole face was bruised. It looked like she had long scratch marks on her back.

Basilisk saw that, even though The Red Thief was battered badly, Tigress was even worse. She was lying on the ground, struggling to get up- probably because she had a broken ankle.

The serpent entered silently through the shadows, unnoticed by the two women in front of her. The venom pulsed in her veins but she decided that it's no use attacking and taking her opponent to V.I.L.E-

Who would cause an imminent threat to them anyways? Plus, she'd much rather be challenged and take victory fairly, then outmatch all her enemies. That was boring.

She walked in, moonlight seeping through the windows since it was definitely past midnight now. The reflections created a spotlight onto her. Underneath the tech-mask, Basilisk smirked as both women noticed her.

"Oooo, what a pleasure to meet the elusive Carmen Sandiego. Allow me to introduce myself..." She bowed mockingly, never taking her eyes of La Femme Rouge. "The name's Basilisk." She stood upright and she could see that Carmen was indeed unimpressed, and raised an eyebrow at her antics.

The serpent chuckled darkly.

"My apologies. That was weird, wasn't it?"

Her façade fell and she cracked her knuckles.

"Leave Tigress alone, and i'll give you the armour..." She held up the bag, "...or suffer the consequences of my venom."

Carmen tensed at the mention of some kind of venom. Who did this person think she was? But she accepted the offer with a nod.

Basilisk smirked and went to pick up Tigress by the arm roughly, to show that she was pretty pissed. In a split second, she saw Carmen try make a move and punch her in the face. She saw it coming but she let Carmen do so, and nearly break her knuckles on her rock hard mask.

Carmen withdrew her arm and cradled it with a pained expression. Basilisk turned to her.

"Well, that was unfortunate, wasn't it? As if it'll give you the armour now that you tried to attack me."

Carmen grimaced and shrugged.

"Worth a shot, though."

They laughed and put Tigress' arm around their shoulders, carrying her away but not without saying a final word to Carmen.

"Arrivederci, Miss Sandiego. Til we meet again, right?"

[safety-writes-noms]

AU Ask!

Have you seen any of the Drider!Miguel fanart? I love that concept as an AU for him since it's basically just a reimagining of him being 50% spider in a much more visually striking way.

Any thoughts on Drider versions of Miguel and/or other Spiderpeople? What spiders would you imagine for the spider-half of their bodies? (If you don't like spiders, feel free to ignore this part - or this whole ask - LOL!)

Hi moot!! :D I haven’t seen any of the fan art actually :( very sad but I’ve done some research and wow, I love the idea of Miguel being a drider.

I’d like to think that his lower body would be some sort of mix between a wolf spider or tarantula? Maybe? And it also being a striking dark-ish blue with red markings patterned on his legs and abdomen. Or a black widow, but only the females have that red hourglass marking so idk.

I was originally going to go with wolf spider for the bottom half but then I saw that they don’t make webs since they hunt and I kinda liked the thought of Miguel lounging around on a giant web doing his usual monitoring of his society so I just thought it would be fine to make him a mix n match of a bunch of different spiders since it kinda fits with his origin in the comics.

(I’m deathly afraid of all and any spiders so :D tried my best to avoid looking too much at them on google.) since he’s physically half spider now he’s going to be a whole lot bigger. Obviously. He’s already huge without the spider half but with? That man is massive and completely more in tune with his spider side. He kinda has to be since he’s spider from the lower half down.

for something so huge he’s disturbingly quiet. Eight legs proves for insane mobility and stealth. He’s more balanced than a four wheeler on concrete and probably stronger than one too. The horror element is strong in this one.

I feel like he might be a bit more instinct driven when it comes to people he cares deeply about. They’re like a constant stream of secondary thoughts underlying his usual human rationale. A quiet blip of hey, some of the kids are injured, you need to bundle them up and store them away or Peter is trusting mayday to us, keep her safe always, she’s going to fall, why did he give her webshooters, hold her close etc. it’s basically a very mixed muddle of semi organized human and spider instincts/thoughts threading together to form coherent words in his head. Sometimes one side is more in control than the other. It just depends.

since Miguel really doesn’t like being Spider-Man in the comics and also probably the movie, he probably hates being half spider too. He hates being inhuman, feeling like some sort of monstrous being who’s made for nothing but the lowest form of sentience and bloodshed. His fangs don’t retract like they do in the movie, his claws are longer and sharper, but he still tries his absolute best to seem human to people. Poor guy can’t catch a break.

he gets kinda clingy in certain times of the month when his spider instincts start going rampant with the need of being close as possible to whoever he’s currently fixated on. Or multiple people. And the fixatipn never goes away, it just gets a little more easy to ignore during other times. Any of the spider kids or his closest second hands (Peter, Jess, etc) are all up for grabs in his mind. It’s even worse if he knows one of them are hurt or emotionally troubled. To his spidery side, he’s the main protector, he’s the one who’s meant to make sure everyone’s still alive, still in one piece. After all, his precious spiders are… not as spidery as him. They don’t have the necessary amount of limbs, they’re much smaller than him, they don’t even have claws like him! who’s going to protect them if he’s not there?

When he’s in that kind of mindset he’s not really too bothered by the idea of nomming them either. After all, he’s just making sure they’re safe and warm, tucked away in his belly securely. And what other place is safest in the world than with him? Besides, some parts of his human side agree too. They’ve already had one precious spider slip out of their grasp, disintegrating into thin air so… y’know, can’t have that happen again. He’s calmer when he knows where they are constantly. He’s like a helicopter parent. Except ten times bigger and grumpier. But yeah. Any spider that manages to worm their way into his heart will inevitably land under the umbrella that is the mess of his protective instincts. I’m so sorry for not doing the second part of ur ask 😭 I hate spiders a bunch and I don’t really want to research more of them so I can find which ones would match each spider person. Maybe a black widow for miles since they’re usually red and black?

[teecupangel]

I searched far and wide hoping to quench my insatiable need to read, but none of the books in an archive of our own have satisfied me. In an effort to read more I traveled all around the world be it by land to visit the vast city of Wattpad, but I was not satisfied. I traveled by water to visit the islands of Nets, famous for their so called "Fanfictions" but I was not satisfied. I traveled by air to visit a place called Tumblr and began losing hope until I heard it, whispers of an author who takes requests and being on my last string I searched for them. I searched for clues on who it could be, only hearing the name Angel who likes Teacups, and vague as it may be I did not give up until the day I had found you, I cried in joy as I write this and hand you my request,

"Desmond but with fangs and claws like a cat, harem with maybe Haytham"

(Sorry for being long and unnecessary)

(Please don’t apologize, I enjoy getting asks and comments no matter what length they are)

Dear traveler, it appears that the rumors of my capabilities have been greatly exaggerated. I can only assume that it is due to the praises of my followers both here and in the archives of which I am also a weekly peddler of my wares. I am but a humble alchemist forever learning the ways of the legends and old ones. My alchemic priority will always be the wares I freely give to the archives and I am chained to my capricious mind which dictates what I shall synthesize to its full completion next.

What I can offer you, my dear traveler, is a small gift, synthesized from the ingredients I have that I believe you would enjoy.

And with that…

Let’s give Desmond fangs and claws like a goddamn cat.

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Since this is meant to be a harem and I haven’t made any modern-day setup for a harem for a while now, we’re going full-on modern-day setting.

(not gonna lie, if you had requested cat ears as well, this would have been more like a kept pet kind of scenario)

Let’s say that Desmond lives on the Farm where it is common for people to have small fangs. Not that noticeable but certainly something that most humans do not have. When Desmond was born, they noticed his fangs were much longer than the rest, more cat-like, yet they weren’t worried about it. Maybe it was a quirk in their genes, who knows?

Then Desmond gets old enough to start crawling around.

He reached the sofa and… an urge takes over.

By the time his parents found him, he had been scratching the sofa with his suddenly sharp curved nails.

No.

Claws.

They had him checked out by the Farm’s doctor, of course, and they learn that the claws were retractable. With enough practice, Desmond learned how to bring out his claws at will.

Most of the time, he only showed his nails.

It has been drilled into his mind to hide his claws. To never show his fangs.

It was stifling. The claws gave him an advantage in training. Sometimes, he would lose himself and try to claw his own father.

He was told it was a dangerous weapon.

But Desmond simply saw it as a part of himself.

For it to be called a weapon…

It made Desmond feel like he was the one being called the weapon himself.

Or maybe it would be more accurate to use the word ‘itself’?

Did… did his father even see him as a person?

Years passed and his training continued. He grew older and, with age, comes more duties. More responsibilities.

The fear of the outside world has been drilled into his mind for so long. The Templars became background noise. He was told to fear humans in general.

They wouldn’t understand you.

They would fear you.

They will hurt you.

Desmond knew that.

All of his sparring partners, both the adults and the kids, would always have fear in their eyes whenever Desmond would use his hands during their spars. Even if he had clenched them into fists…

So he learned to use his legs more often yet the fear remained in their eyes.

They fear him.

And so… Desmond used their fear to take them down.

Sparring became boring after that.

No.

He hated sparring.

He hated the fear in the eyes of the people that were supposed to be on the same side as him.

That was when he appeared.

He was perhaps a year or two older than Desmond.

Bill whispered to him who he was.

An orphan born and raised by the Brotherhood, given the name of the legendary Master Assassin and mentor: Altaïr, the supposed best of the current children of the Brotherhood.

Not that they were still children… they were already teenagers yet the adults still liked to group them up as ‘children’.

He had an impressive blank expression that Desmond was quite jealous of. Bill always told him that he needed to work on his expressions.

They sparred and Desmond was caught off guard by how fast he was. He could see why Bill had brought him here to spar with Desmond.

He was faster than any of the adults Desmond had sparred with.

And ruthless with his strikes.

He aimed to take Desmond down as quickly as possible.

Without a hint of hesitation or fear in his eyes.

His mind seemed just as quick as his strikes, immediately realizing that Desmond primarily used his legs to attack.

So he kept closing the distance between them, not giving Desmond any time or distance for his kicks.

It was bound to happen.

He had been pushed into a corner.

A corner he didn’t even know existed until now.

Instincts and the thrill of finally having a sparring partner that didn’t look at him with fear in his eyes made his claws make an appearance before he knew what was happening.

Altaïr’s eyes widened for a moment before…

He slapped Desmond’s hand before it could scratch his face.

He jumped back, creating distance between them for the first time since he notice Desmond’s heavy reliance on his legs.

Desmond’s heart began to beat faster as he felt a coldness wrap around him when he saw Altaïr lower his head to stare at his claws.

The sting of his slap didn't even hurt. It was a quick move meant to stop Desmond. It was not meant to hurt him.

Yet... Desmond bit his bottom lip.

He didn’t want to see it.

He didn’t want to see those golden eyes turn fearful.

Altaïr raised his head and…

Desmond’s eyes widened as he saw the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire life.

His own lips curved into a wide smile, showing his fangs.

Yet Altaïr’s smile didn’t falter.

And that was the day…

Desmond fell in love with Altaïr.

Unorganized Notes (and set up for the Harem):

The beautiful smile Altaïr gave Desmond is seen as creepy by pretty much everybody else. It’s more on the side of feral and unnerving.

Altaïr and Desmond grow close because Altaïr regularly visits. The excuse is to spar with Desmond but they usually just hang out afterwards and talk. Altaïr would bring Desmond books whenever he visits after Desmond admits how bored he was on the Farm.

Desmond didn’t have the heart to tell Altaïr that the books he kept giving were a bit hard to understand and he kept reading them anyway, even going as far as talking to another kid (Shaun) that was the smartest kid on the Farm to ask help for the words that he couldn’t understand.

When Altaïr learned about it, instead of giving Desmond easier books to read, he made Desmond promise that he’d ask him instead for help and Desmond agreed because it means Altaïr would get closer to see which part Desmond has a hard trouble getting and he likes Altaïr’s warmth.

When they became Assassins, Altaïr and Desmond were put on the same team together with Malik and Kadar. Mostly, Altaïr and Desmond are the ones on the field, with Malik acting as backup, distraction, or additional ‘backend’ support. Kadar is their tech guy.

Malik and Kadar came from the same orphanage as Altaïr and they’re not scared of Desmond’s claws and fangs because “Altaïr waxes poetry about you whenever he returns from visiting you… very bad poetry” “I think it’s sweet.” “It paints you less as a monster and more as a cat.” “A very beautiful cat.” “Malik… Kadar… shut up.”

You can add Malik and Kadar to the harem if you want. If they’re not, Malik is forever suffering from the fluff and Kadar is 100% AltDes shipper only until it’s clear that Altaïr is okay with sharing Desmond and then he became 100% on board with shipping everyone with Desmond… even his own brother. (“I stop trying to make him stop. Ignoring him is better for my health.”)

Ezio gets transferred into their team later (if you want angst, the Auditore execution still happens but it’s with guns now, if you don’t want angst, Ezio got transferred because Giovanni thinks it would be better if he learns how it’s like to have non-family team members). Regardless, Ezio and Altaïr get competitive.

Desmond and Ezio start out as friends and Ezio know Desmond and Altaïr have a thing going on. It doesn’t stop him from falling for Desmond but he doesn’t do anything about it because he knows Altaïr is Desmond’s most important person.

Desmond does feel some attraction to Ezio but he ignores it. It actually takes Altaïr out right stating that he knows Desmond is falling in love with Ezio for him to acknowledge it. Desmond promises that he’ll love Altaïr the most and Altaïr just goes “Okay. I’m fine with that.”

Of course, this confuses Desmond so Altaïr had to explain that he was fine if Desmond wants to be with Ezio too, as long as he remains Desmond’s number one. (“Like… you’re at first place and Ezio is the runner-up?” “… I’m not using your love for us to compete against Ezio.” “You sure…?” “As long as you love me the most, I’m fine with you loving other people.” “Oh.”)

Ezio’s a bit reluctant at the beginning but seeing Altaïr okay with it, he does start to pursue Desmond.

They do end up competing for Desmond’s affection at times and it does get very competitive. Malik has to suffer thru it as the referee because Desmond is useless during these times, simply too happy with all the attention.

One of their competitions ends up with them talking about how much they love feeling Desmond’s fangs on their skin. Malik suffers listening to the many ways Desmond has used his fangs to pleasure these two idiots just to make sure they don’t start throwing punches (or suddenly telling Desmond to use his fangs on them). Kadar has been roped into judging them with the criteria: use of words, how vivid the picture they make in their speech, passion, and overall structure of the speech. Desmond is too embarrassed to even function at that point.

Ratonhnhaké:ton would join their team the last and he’s a year or two younger than Desmond. He’s been trained by an old Assassin veteran named Achilles and his grandfather without any other kids so he was transferred to the so-called ‘misfit’ team after initiation.

Ezio tends to go all big brother on him which Ratonhnhaké:ton appreciates but, sometimes, he feels that Ezio’s actions could be interpreted as babying him.

Ratonhnhaké:ton knows that Desmond is with both Altaïr and Ezio and Kadar had made it perfectly clear that “you can fall in love with Desmond too!”, much to Malik’s continuous suffering and embarrassment.

Unlike Ezio’s which has a bit of angst sprinkled in the ‘I’m falling in love with him and I know I shouldn’t’ miniplot, Ratonhnhaké:ton knows it’s okay to fall in love with Desmond. He falls in love quite quickly because… it’s Desmond… and he tells Altaïr and Ezio first.

Altaïr just tells him that it’s Desmond’s choice if he would love him back. And… that he’ll always be the one that Desmond loves the most. Ezio just sighs and tells Ratonhnhaké:ton to not be discouraged by those words. If Desmond loves him back, they’d accept him as well.

Desmond does fall in love with Ratonhnhaké:ton as well.

And everyone’s happy… except Malik who now has to deal with four people in love and his brother living vicariously thru Desmond.

As for adding Haytham to the harem, we can go three different routes: (1) Haytham remains a Templar and he becomes sorta like their archnemesis and he’s that polite flirting type to Desmond (with maybe a bit of questionable touching), (2) Haytham remains a Templar but they captured him and try to ‘unconvert’ him from his Templar indoctrination (“This is a stupid idea” “Maybe but it’s not a bad idea” “No, it is. The fact that I’m just letting you do this is a testament to how far I’ve fallen.” “Relax, Malik. It’ll be fine”) and they notice he’s attracted to Desmond and… stuff happens???, and (3) Haytham is an Assassin in this one and is part of a different team and much much older than them because he is Ratonhnhaké:ton’s dad so… sugar daddy tiimmmeeeee!

(btw, all the characters that speak with a Welsh accent have cat ears in Xenoblade so my parting gift to you: Edward Kenway with cat ears)