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hainfulcupid · 27 days

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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

#nordicbunny #nordic bunny #shredforce #shred force #headcanons #i am cringe and i am free #GUH #beetlereetles

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 2 months

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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.🕷️

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.🕷️

Occasionally yells at his brother on the street

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 🫶

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yanderepuck · 23 days

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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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#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #smut smut smut #4 years and im still so bad at ending smut

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random-imagines-blog · 6 months

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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

#Van Helsing #Van Helsing x reader #Van Helsing imagines #character imagines #x reader #imagines #request #vanh

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queenofthedisneyverse · 11 months

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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.

#prowler miles #prowler!miles #miles morales prowler #prowler #miles 4 #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles #earth 42 #miles 42 #Vampire prowler miles au

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five-rivers · 2 years

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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."

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt #ectoberhaunt22 #tw: losing teeth #tw: blood #ectoberhaunt chaos #ectoberhaunt day 18: teeth

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

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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 :)

#enby doodle #artwork #artists on tumblr #digital art #drawing #across the spiderverse #atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man #spiderman au #spiderman oc #spiderman #spiderman sona #spidersona #spidersona art

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safety-writes-noms · 7 months

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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?

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #spidervores #S: spidervores #spidervore #nonsexual vore

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teecupangel · 11 months

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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.

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)

#it was either going to be god witch or alchemist #god got kicked because it feels like i’m pretending to be an isu #alchemist got picked over witch because i play lots of atelier games for the alchemy gameplay #(takes out spreadsheet filled with game item information and planned synthesis routes) atelier games are chill games!#ask and answer #desmond fangs and claws au #i was thinking of desmond would do the cat kneading thing #whenever he’s warm and completely covered #by all his men #and i thought #that would be too much so nah #no usual tags because #altdes #ezides #condes #haydes

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liliallowed · 6 months

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fun fact hunter!dust is technically 12 percent a vampire fledgling cuz he intentionally took in some of crimsons essence to get stronger.

he's not even technically a fledgling because it's incomplete and his magic is actively pushing it back... well more like IT'S refusing to spread despite it's nature?

he regularly takes pills to revert it back when he feels it's creeping on his souls core. if he goes on without either stabbing crimson to subside the tiny bit of corrupted magic or doesn't regulate his magic he will lose his shit.

do NOT hide his pills. do not touch his stuff he will friking kill you.

also crimson can't influence him. well... they technically CAN but fuck that shit. it's MUCH MORE FUN to be hunted. it's so exciting!

they technically CAN just convert him by forcing some more of their blood down his throat but screw that! that's fucked up! they don't WANT a pawn! they don't WANT obedience. they want betrayal! a rival! an equal!

so while the concept of sire vampire is a thing(it's not a bite from the vamp. it's with the sired drinking the vampires blood) crimson just gives the vampire hierarchy the middle finger. (they're a pretty high rank too so not many people can actually judge them.)

"the fk you mean I get to continue the bloodline ya fukn perverts? I ain't turning him. I want a normal ass RIVAL that can actually be a fucking threat to my life unlike you pathetic weaklings. FUCK off!"

another reason the whole fledging thing isn't technically official is cuz like... crimson is ALSO retracting their influence that aspect. they don't want that. they wanna fight him fair. they don't WANT to be at an advantage OR give him strength or let him sap away from their essence. ALSO they hate the concept of siring in general. they may have been a pure blood buuuut yeah fuck these boomers.

so what if vampires go extinct one day? doesn't everyone? who careeessss!

h!dust doesn't feel any sun burns but it kinda itches after prolonged contact. he technically did this to kill them he knew he'd be turning into their kind but as long as it made him stronger? screw it!

he... didn't expect the progress to... stop?

there had never been a case like this.

he did get a small strength boost and a lil bit of sharper fangs but it's barely different.

he's pretty sure you're bloods can turn people almost INSTANTLY. so... like... is he immune? wtf is going on?

it does progress but it REVERTS whenever he's fighting crimson. or... killing them for them to regenerate...

it's also odd because it should have broken the spell if he killed them... but he still has it? probably because the thing never seems to die no matter what he tries. even silver bullets and shit doesn't get rid of them.

he's sorta stuck between being barely HALFWAY a fledgling and just his normal self.

it can change based on his mood though.

so like... if he actually loses his cool he might suddenly start sizzling in the sun.... XD then go back to normal when he calms down.

casually be angry at night and okay during day, problem solved???

crimson literally said fuk you to thousands of years of vampire tradition. let them just have their hunter rival dammit! they don't want other vampires. they're boring.

#brain dump #none of this is canon yet

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g4ll0wd4nc3r · 7 months

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school of the viper headcanons

these are not edited and probably not canon compliant but fuck it we ball

they can’t regulate their internal temperature as well as other witchers, so they have to soak up warmth from somewhere else. you’ll often see vipers curled up as close to their campfires as possible when traveling or taking a nap on a nice warm rock.

gorthur gvaed is filled with era-equivalent space heaters

an older viper some centuries back developed hand warmers. it’s a necessity when traveling.

vipers aren’t outwardly affectionate to each other. you’ll know if one trusts you if they offer to make your potions or food (i like you enough to not poison you) or if they turn their back to you

on the rare occasion that they are more affectionate, they will huddle for warmth or wrap around one another. they may also rub their heads/cheeks together, but not often.

on the whole, vipers are loyal and protective of one another, but have difficulty showing it. vipers on the path tend to avoid one another

building immunity to toxins started as soon as you were recruited. trainees (read; children) would be required to drink poison and identify toxic plants, often running the risk of getting severely ill or dying. older witchers were instructed to slip poison onto food or drinks too

you learned pretty quickly to either smell out whatever was on your food or be tough enough to ride it out

vipers will never eat food they haven’t seen prepared. they go hungry more often than not.

vipers who can get away with it conceal their status as a witcher. a lot of people have crossed paths with one and never known

someone made a hc that vipers will wear other schools’ medallions before an assassination and i love that

vipers are smaller than wolves or bears but more built than cats

the cats and vipers are sister schools. they hate each other and need each other. it’s very strange to see. toxic yuri

cats and vipers are known to trade or buy things off one another, with vipers being able to make quality potions and cats being able to procure harder to find ingredients. they also had similar training so on the rare occasion they work together, they mesh really well

however they will most likely attack one another when out in the wild — cats and vipers both take human jobs, and cats especially are known for poaching jobs that vipers may be interested in

a relatively new practice is “getting your teeth”. after a hard hunt, vipers will have a procedure to get retractable fangs in their mouth. they can load poisons and tear through pretty much anything at the cost of being extremely close combat. vipers without fangs are sometimes called “nibbles”.

maybe also split tongues. is that too quirky

best eyesight among all witchers, which makes it even funnier that vipers keep going blind/get eye trauma

like cats but opposite — their mutagens dulled their emotions to an extreme, so young vipers tend to be extremely blunt and rude. older vipers have learned to fake their emotions to “normal” levels, but will drop the mask as soon as they can

expect your viper to be extremely to the point. they expect the same of you. good luck!

cold and mean and weird about affection BUT. but. after ivar and the old guard died people started adopting animals that were left on the base of the mountains / on the path back for winter

gorthur gvaed is filled with animals that are so so loved and spoiled. it’s atonement for the animals that were killed during training and healing for the vipers that are left

vipers can usually whip up their potions and elixirs while on the road, but much prefer the fully outfitted alchemy labs at gorthur gvaed and *will* complain. loudly.

its not winter unless someone explodes something while experimenting

if an experiment goes particularly wrong it’s not unusual to see a viper face down on the floor. floor time. it’s like a reward

all vipers are fucking nerds. they have an extensive library (added on to after ivar’s death) and many of them learn additional skills (languages, math, other sciences, even music) when out on the path.

most horses don’t like vipers

that tweet that’s like i’m probably nonbinary but i have a job so i can’t worry abt that rn. yeah thats the whole school

#the witcher #school of the viper #banshee writes #i’m sooooo normal about the blorbos #sorry to any lorekeepers in the witcher fandom rn #the timeline makes no sense to me but i know i hate ivar!!

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oldmemoria · 9 months

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i have a lot of unorganized miguel headcanons that float around my brain at times but since i usually think of them at night and forget about them the next morning im just going to continuously update this post probably? anyway here are the ones that i do remember

i will either leave this in my drafts and update it when i want to or ill just edit/reblog with new stuff idk

edit after i stopped typing:

ok its time

fuck you

posts

identity headcanons first, because idk getting those out of the way feel free to get pissed off about these ill just block you 💖

trans man. he/him pronouns. probbably doesnt care if you use gender neutral terms for him because like... why would he, he has a multiverse to stare at

asexual, can't really figure out of i see him as being aromantic as well, i personally just think he's too busy to think about it atm but i dont think hes incapable of it. maybe arospec, like demiro or greyro or smth idk, i just know this mf is asexual.

he is autistic (and probably undiagnosed?) i will die on this hill as if i was a warrior cat defending the sunningrocks i will commit an oakheart fight me on this and i will throw rocks at you and then promptly get crushed by rocks as well (is that warrior cats spoilers um oops sorry)

now to the rest- that i remember- i have not read the comics yet so if some of these are like.. actually canon lmk because that would be really funny

this one might be a hot take but he does not hate miles. he wants to look out for him and definitely either currently regrets or is going to regret what happened in that chase scene. i genuinely doubt he hates any of the spider-gang hes just very, very worried about the multiverse. in his head thats the only way. (i am hoping and pleading that miguel and miles make up somehow, maybe miles doesnt forgive miguel and that totally understandable and would make sense but pLEASE writers i would die if you kept them as being rivals i genuinely would)

he hates Audrey Hepburn, fangoria, harry houdini, AND croquet. he CAN swim, he CAN dance, and he DOES know Karate. he still wont make it though. sorry man.

since hes from the future i dont think he'd be terribly confused by current slang/terms, hed more look at it like we see terms from like... the 80-90s or anything before that as "oh wow people used to say that? huh. interesting."

im going back on a headcanon ive had since i saw the movie im SoRRYYY but he cant curse. from what ive seen from the comics he uses replacements like "shock" and "bithead", thats it. maybe he says fuck on accident or in spanish (he technically kind of does depending on how you see "Ay Coño" being said but thats beside the point).

probably a blue eyes hater idk he just gives me the vibe of saying "jesus christ your eyes are way too blue, get contacts please im begging you stop looking at me" which is probably why him and gwen have so much beef.

i dont give a shit about what the movie says his fangs are not retractable fuck you. (he still has crooked teeth though i will never forget about those <3 )

autism be damned my guy can work a grill 🔥🔥🔥🔥

a lot of people cant really tell if hes pissed or not by his tone sometimes. is this projection? yeah, next question.

he hardly ever sleeps but when he does its like hes dead (at least when its dead quiet, which again, isnt often so he hardly ever gets a good nights sleep). you'd have to use a fucking blowtorch to the face to wake him up.

i also see him as not only having hypersensitive vision but also having elevated senses period. hearing, smell, touch, etc. probably the main reason he sits in the dark with no other noise.

branching off of that he frequently gets migraines of things get to stressful or too loud or if anything is very off about his schedule.

arachnophobe. ha.

cat person.

cat person as in he likes cats not like hes a catboy.. i shouldnt specify that actually that just makes it worse but i will anyway because tumblr hellsite will be tumblr hellsite

he partially likes lego peter because his daughter really liked lego.

ok but like think about it he'd probably be really good at taking legos apart with those claws. like imagine. it'd be nothing for him.

hasnt spoken to gabriel in years. he cant bring himself to reach out and when gabriel does he just doesnt have the energy to try and respond. he has no idea how to, especially now.

this is very specific but he stims a lot with his claws. like extend and retract over and over absentmindedly (mainly because thats what i'd do if i had claws imagine how fun that would be)

he usually bottles up all the emotions that he has, including anger. kind of explains why he lost it in the chase scene in my head because he reached a boiling point. he hates talking to people about his problems.

empanadas are his safe food, also theyre just easy to eat when your mouth is a little funky (i would know i have some fucked up braces theyre great for that 10/10), its mostly just easier on his fangs.

definitely horrible at the whole self are thing. he just forgets, all the time. would forget to breathe if it wasnt involuntary

if you say anything he doesnt particularly like (eg "hey bro are you okay do you wanna talk") he'll just stare at you with his rat eyes like 👁️👁️ until you stopped idk what im saying.

he is a bit touch starved, depending on his mood he'll let people touch him in a friendly (emphasis on friendly. friendly friendly friendly dont take it any other way :/) way.

OH I almost forgot about this one: he hisses. some spiders hiss. so does he. vampire furry energy

he also gets pissed when people call him a vampire so uh... im counting my days oops.

will go out and sit in the rain. (wait would it still rain in the future? is the climate still fucked in his timeline or nah)

like "ah, its water time" and goes out to sit like this:

Man if only there was a rain filter

that is all i have for now maybe if something else comes up ill reblog with new stuff >:)

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spider verse #headcanons #his specific tag that i have for him might be.........#errrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmm #critter moment #eureka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#CRITTER MOMENT YES!!#ok you can post this now ash no more stalling

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thefoxlady · 2 months

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I still wish there was a fanfic where Winona is a vampire and she is keeping it a secret from Genny because she doesn't want Genny to think she's a monster. Genny ends up finding out when she sees Winona draining some rich dude of his blood until he's dead. Winona is expecting Genny to be afraid of her but Genny isn't afraid of her, she is rather curious.

(I don't know if this is a good synopsis)

Some notes on Vampire!Winona I like to add:

-Vampire!Winona is Triumphant Winona but a vampire.

-Winona works at night because the sun hurts her.

-She drinks blood in a wine glass, she has some wine bottles filled with blood, she will always say it's special wine that you can't find in a regular store. When somebody asks if they would like a sip or a glass of it she would always refuse, saying that they wouldn't like the taste.

-Winona would go after rich people because she hates the high society.

-Winona has colored eye contacts to hide her red eyes, she has retractable fangs, and she covers the vampire bite mark with a bit of make-up.

-Winona would change into her Triumphant outfit whenever she goes hunting.

-She would give a reason on why she can't eat/do things that a vampire can't do. Example: Whenever somebody would ask why she doesn't go out during the day, she says she has a rare condition where the sun hurts her skin to the point of getting a rash and blisters. She also says she's allergic to garlic when somebody would try to give her some food that has garlic in it.

-Winona lure her human prey into a secluded spot where she can feed on them and kill them, rich people only.

-Winona can turn into a giant vampire bat creature.

Some notes on Genny because Genny needs some character:

-Genny is a kind-hearted woman that wants to see people happy and well, but she can get serious when it's needed, she is tough as nails, and is a hard worker like Winona.

-Genny likes flowers, good hard work, sweets (especially ones that are honey flavored), fixing things like radios, bunnies/rabbits, and soft things.

-Genny used to be married to her husband but they don't feel any kind of love for each other anymore so they divorced.

-Genny often questions her sexuality because she is attracted to men but she sometimes imagines what being with a woman would be and feel like. She however hides these thoughts because America during that time isn't accepting people of the LGBTQA+ or queer people.

-Genny doesn't like any type of hatred towards people because of their race, gender identity, sexuality, or what religion they believe in. She wishes people would just get along but she knows people will be people and spread hate and fear.

(There, I gave Genny a character, what do you guys think of it? Tbh I want to see what Genny would look like in the new DST animation style, also for some reason I see her using a crossbow if she were to enter the Constant-)

Is there someone that can make this into reality? Because I feel lazy and my autistic ass is tired of seeing no new fanfic or one-shots of any DST ships I like and yet I don't feel like writing.

My autistic creature ass just wants a new Winona x Genny story!

#don't starve #don't starve together #winona dst #ds winona #dst winona #ds genny #ds genevieve #winona x genny #genona #vampire #i want this to happen #i am too lazy to write this lol #can someone write this #please and thank you

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drdrizzey · 10 months

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Ghouls and goulettes -> Headcanons of them as monsters!!

There’s my interpretation on how ghouls could look like and live like if they were some fantastic spooky monsters like werewolves or vampires.

I will probably later on draw some of the band members the way I picture them as that, so feel free to do the same and tell me what you think!! I just did that for fun since I wanted to make some ghoul and Ghoulettes ocs.

How they’d look like :

- grey-ish skin. Can be darker or lighter and have marks, freekles, tattoos and all that.

- Horns. Can be slightly different in form, length and color. Always in grey-ish tones. If they’re not then it isn’t natural and they changed it themselves. They can be like mountain’s ; with different black and white patterns on the horns ; doesn’t have to be only one colour.

- (Grey-ish means everything on a B&W scale.)

- Eyes. Can be all black, can be all white, can be pretty much anything as long as it feels right.

- Teeth. Most ghouls got nice fangs like bats. Teeth can be different depending on the ghoul as well.

- Tails. Most ghouls have tails that they hide in their pants when they perform on stage. They can have different forms and patterns like horns ; it just has to look natural.

- Nails/claws. Ghouls can get their nails to work kinda like claws. A bit useless but hey. Ghouls kinda reminds me of cats somehow so I won’t be surprised if they purred and hissed as well.

- Ears. They’re mostly pointy but their form differs depending on the ghoul.

- Feets. Actually no, they don’t got feets, they got paws. Paws are cuter than feets. Yes.

- Hair. Natural ghoul hair colour always have a little bit of a grey-ish tone but aren’t necessarily on a B&W scale even though they’re not very colourful still. Hair type can really be anything.

- wings. I love the idea of ghouls and Ghoulettes having wings, like bat wings. But it doesn’t seems practical. So I guess they can retract them however they want or something. Why couldn’t they.

How they’d live :

Ghouls live in the dark. The light isn’t much good for them, kinda like vampires. They eat like bats so some need fruits and other only meat or blood, it just depends of their needs. They live hidden of humans, mostly in pretty bad conditions. They’re mostly scared or angry at humans since they’ve always been badly treated by them.

Some ghouls and Ghoulettes are saved by papas and live in a huge abbey in a place where it’s always dark outside. Not all of them play instruments or are in the band. They all love their papa so playing in the band with him is kind of a goal for lots of them but it’s not an easily accessible position obviously. Some ghoulettes became sisters in the abbey. Playing in the band is an amazing opportunity for them but it’s also very difficult since they have to wear a costume that protect them from the sun or from humans to see them. They make their skin look human-like on some stage but the sun still hurts them a bit so they mostly play in the dark with artificial light. For them, playing in the band not only allows them to be close to papa but also to see humans treat them like they’re so cool while they usually hate ghouls and ghoulettes when they don’t have their costume on.

The abbey, papa’s satanism and the songs brings them comfort and home. Living at the abbey or at papa’s side as a ghoul or Ghoulette is a huge privilege since being one isn’t all fun games since they’re mostly seen as invasive nasty stuff like bats and rats by humans and every other creature. Rats and bats loves ghouls. All other animals either die, get mean or run away when they’re close. Sometimes plants also die when they’re close, which makes them sad but it’s not always the case.

Songs :

- Rats

- Griftwood

- Respite of the spitalfields

- we don’t need another hero

And that’s pretty much it ! Just some of my silly headcanons. Hope you liked it!

#ghost the band #ghost #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #papa and the ghouls #ghost ghouls #namelessghoulettes #nameless ghouls #cirrus ghoulette #ghost ghoulettes #making up huge stories and headcanon about some silly spooky band I love #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul

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