Nest of Vipers
Some of you may have heard me mention a dragon AU here or there that I've never actually done anything with, but I finally have something...kind of. I revamped it a little in my head, so it's still reptiles, but another kind! These are snakes, and this AU in particular is heavily inspired by omegaverse dynamics, but reptile edition. For my convenience I have drawn out designs for Charles and William, a bull and a queen respectively :]
CW: the aforementioned omegaverse-inspired world, fictional biology, mentions of animalistic genitalia and behavior, sexual content.
Bulls
....the 'alphas' of NoV!
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-Covered in scales on hands, arms, chest, and legs.
-Superior in terms of strength, size, length of claws, and potency of venom.
-Patterns usually more intricate and brighter to attract partners.
-Snake genitalia (hemipenis).
-Experience ruts very often, especially in the spring.
-Sense pheromones with their tongues.
-Can fight over partners but is not necessary unless the bull in question is a real bitch.
-Snake gangbangs....
Like all the snake-people here, they are reptiles and ectotherms. However, bulls actually rely more on the temperature of their environment than queens, and thus you can find them basking in the sun more often or curling up in the shade. In the winter they slow down a lot, but they can cuddle to generate heat. They also shed their scales quite a bit more than the queens.
In their long fangs they store the deadliest and fastest-acting of venom, containing mostly hemotoxins and neurotoxins. They usually only use this for prey and it is considered murder if used on other bulls, even in war. Their tongues are very sensitive to the air and can detect not just faint, precise smells, but sometimes strong emotions and weather patterns as well.
Their diet consists mostly of live prey, and they swallow it whole. If it is a larger prey animal, some bulls (like Charles) can suffocate it with their tails.
These snakes can be very promiscuous! While some choose an exclusive partner for life, most have at least three queens at their side. However, they can also have close relationships with other bulls, and this can lead to the snake "gang-bangs" I mentioned before, with multiple of them on one queen at once. They enjoy, in particular, intertwining their tails with each other.
They can fight other bulls as well, but this isn't very common. If they do end up fighting, they simply lock horns and try to pin each other's heads down. They don't usually intend to kill.
With their queens, they can be quite possessive once they have won them over, especially during their ruts. They can grow bored, however, and try to attract other partners during this season with displays of unusual aggression, and of their beautiful scales.
Some of the bulls in this AU include Charles II, James II, Queen Anne, Hans William Bentinck, Sarah Churchill, and Louis XIV.
Queens
The 'omegas' of NoV!
-No horns.
-Less scales on body; present mostly on hands, feet, and face.
-Weaker than bulls; venom cannot usually kill and claws are quite small.
-Human genitalia (vulva).
-Sense pheromones with tongue, the taste of these to them can be dangerously intoxicating.
-Experience heats exclusively in the spring.
-Release pheromone trails through their tails.
-Are able to reproduce.
-Often refuse partners just to see them fight.
They are reptiles and ectotherms to a lesser extent than bulls. They can move around a lot more in the winter, but that doesn't mean they don't enjoy lying around in the sun! To warm up their bulls they like to cuddle up to their laps and twine their tails with the bull's.
Their venom is not very potent and can mostly just succeed in killing mice and small birds. It is painful, however, so the queens are rather assured with the knowledge that they cannot kill others with their venom and bite far more often than bulls, especially when they're young. This can be trained out of them with proper socialization or discipline!
Their tongues have the same abilities as the bull, but the taste of certain scents can have a physical effect on them as well, not just with the pheromones of their bulls that can make them dull and lethargic. Strong emotions can cause headaches and make them dizzy.
They don't like live prey and prefer it cooked, as their stomachs appear to be more sensitive to raw meat. They can still swallow big pieces with no problem.
Queens often prefer to pick a lifelong partner, especially with bulls, but this is not always the case. They can be infamous for urging the bulls to fight, but this sometimes results in both of the bulls taking the queen at once if they're more docile. Lifelong relationships can begin during this impulsive mating season, with the bull finding over time that they have a preference for this particular queen and falling in love. However, this does not stop others from making advances.
During their heats they are very receptive, regardless whether the bull fights for them or not. Due to the disturbances this can cause throughout the day, the snakes try to plan accordingly around every queen's heat. With these heats also come special attention paid to them by their bulls trying to impregnate them, as often their ruts will happen at the time.
Some of the queens in this AU are William III, Mary II, Anne Villiers, Mary of Modena, the Duke of Marlborough, the Duke of Monmouth, and Arnold Joost van Keppel.
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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