#SHRIEKS THESE are all monster aus tho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[broodwolf221]

hello, happy dadwc! For a prompt, for your Aldwir, may I submit from the vague eerie prompts: Seeking revenge for denial of flesh

this was SO much fun and super interesting 👀 thank you! @dadrunkwriting - veilguard spoilers! kinda au tho 471 words

cws: idk how to explain exactly... insects; insect preservation (pinnning); vaguely described penetrating wounds; body horror

"You were meant to be mine." The voice reveberated through Daw's body and they felt horribly fragile before the writhing mass that was Ghilan'nain. To think, her ancestors had called this woman a god. They had worshipped her. Daw, having received Mythal's vallaslin, slightly envied those who had received Ghilan'nain's. Her vallaslin was applied to those who would guide the clan, or to those with a special connection to the natural world and natural order. They had always found those to be admirable traits.

She was bound for the moment. A trap, set and sprung, but no trap could contain a god… or the nearest thing to one. Horrible to see her up close like this, though. Terrifying. "You were all meant to be mine! You will be mine!" Daw stared into what should have been her eyes, transfixed by the pulsating flesh there. Awfully, they wanted to remove the mask. Wanted to see what lay beneath.

Ghilan'nain was monstrous. Her body, her will, her brutal, unyielding obsession with creation—a devastating creation, one that sowed death and cultivated its remains—all of it was monstrous. But to see her pinned like this…

Ludicrously, a memory sprang to mind. With their first clan, they had encountered a group of humans. Although the Dalish and the humans had been wary at first, neither attacked the other, and instead they ended up traveling together for a few days before their paths diverged. In that time, Daw—quite young—had gotten along well with a man about their own age, and they had shared many stories of the strange things they'd seen. He described having visited an estate in Orlais where insects were preserved under glass, wings and bodies pinned and immobile.

Daw had been fascinated and repulsed. Naturally, given their age, they had pressed for more information, and naturally, given his age, the young man had been happy to supply. He described the delicate way the needles had pulled open the insect's wings to display them, the curve of their fragile bodies in death, the precise suspension of their forms.

They had never seen this practice. They were not even entirely sure it was real. But looking at Ghilan'nain now, looking at her serpentine form speared through repeatedly, they could not stop thinking of it. An insect, shaped with needles and preserved under glass.

If possible, Daw would end it now. But it was not possible. Ghilan'nain's dragon, her archdemon, still existed beyond their reach. This trap would be destroyed by the woman's—this monster's—unconscionable might. This only served to buy them some time, and to enrage Ghilan'nain.

Daw took one step back, then another. Then they turned. Then they ran, Ghilan'nain's shriek echoing behind them along with the whine of the metallic frame protesting as she struggled.

They would be killed if they remained. Killed and transformed. They had taken too much from Ghilan'nain already, and knew that, if possible, she would have her vengeance.

[swordmaid]

I know this is a lot to ask but for your aus, is it possible to have descriptions for each? I would love to see your ideas in a complete list because all are so hard to keep up with 😰😭

ya np!!!

eros/psyche au:

based on the myth of eros and psyche, jaime as eros and brienne as psyche. the au follows the myth closely though i just changed a few things.

here is some hc of the au that explains parts of it.

mermaid au

follows the original tale of the little mermaid (not the disney one). in this au, durran loses the war against the sea god, and elenei dies under his care so to pay for the gods’ wrath, the sea god demands every storm king to give up their firstborn daughters to the sea else wise they’ll be faced with storms and waves that will swallow their islands whole.

i also bullet pointed some stuff here, and honestly im very sure i wrote posted the whole au SOMEWHERE but i cant find it so ill rewrite it again.

vampire au

all of my ideas for the vampire au is under this tag (there’s plenty of ramblings in there) but basically, maggy doesn’t give cersei a prophecy but a curse instead. she gets power and beauty and in return, she does not age nor die. for her this is an absolute win btw. she convinces to turn jaime, and he complies, and they live for hundreds of years together until cersei starts to get drunk on her own power and their relationship frays and eventually breaks off. jaime on the other hand, starts to detest immortality. he had to watch tyrion grow old and die, and everyone else he ever cared about. he stays in the halls of casterly rock, in the upper floors where it is abandoned and basically lives as a ghost in there.

brienne on the other hand, is a vampire hunter who has been tasked to find sansa. supposedly, the girl was abducted by an ethereal figure with blonde locks and inhumane speed. anyway she ends up in casterly rock since there’s rumors about a ghost living in there, and surprise she ends up meeting a certain someone. (btw it’s joff who takes sansa but jaime gets mistaken for him since they look alike.)

mermaid/vampire au (aka monster lovers)

a mesh of the vampire/mermaid au and honestly i dont have a proper story for this one but i just like them together lol

batb au

based on the original beauty and the beast au, tbh there’s really nothing for it RN since im still developing it

howl’s moving castle au

based on the books than the show. howl as jaime, brienne as sophie. this one is still in development as well

but anyway i have more ~minor jb aus but i don’t think i have enough ideas for them to make a full list since most of the time they’re just concepts lol. tbh if ur curious about an au of mine u are more than free to send me an ask abt it!!! i’d LOVE to talk about them i encourage it hahaha

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

More Kuu information

Kuu actually introduced Eliza to the concept of polyamory because why have one loving king when you can have more princes to sass. He also helps her with more modern day stuff when she doesn't get it or needs help with it.

Kuu isn't malicious by any means until someone (Crowley) thinks they can boss him around then he's out right cruel.

His teeth became natural sharper due to his transformation into a ghost. His fangs are razor-sharp especially the biggest two that appear whenever he's grinning.

Kuu forgets that he's ghost and that he can float, so majority of the time, he can be seen walking. It's only until Eliza or one of the other Ghosts reminds him that he can float around/he is a ghost.

Eliza hates Crowley for the way he treated her beloved during his time of the living as do most of the ghosts.

Rook calls him "Roi des Fantômes" meaning King of Ghosts.

His favorite place to hang around is between Sam's Shop and Ramshackle.

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Blot Monster AU (Name: Aibek)

This verison of Blot Monster actually fully has Kuu's body in his possession. Aibek became Kuu and Eliza's unofficial or official son since Kuu didn't want to leave the blot alone with the boys or Crowley. Aibek is much like Kuu in terms of personality, but very irresponsible when it comes to using his powers/magic. Unlike the other Blot Monsters, he can't change his form to look like someone else, but due to the blot ink, anything that should be considered poison to the body (like sm*king, or dr*nking) doesn't effect him. He doesn't mind help people, but he actually charges people for his service and for how long they can hang around Kuu and Ramshackle.

"Incorrect" Quotes with Aibek and Kuu

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Vil: *in the shower* WHO TOOK MY MAKEUP?!

Kuu: Let me guess.... Vil didn't want to pay.

Aibek: If he thinks he's gonna run shit around here and criticizing everyone, he's gotta another thing coming.

**Everyone in Ramshackle hearing a loud shriek noise**

Eliza: Please tell me Aibek...... *smiles* You did not replace Vil's water with Blot ink.

Aibek: ..... *smiling cheekily*

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Malleus: Child of Man, I figure out a way to change you back.

Kuu: *visibly disgust on his face*

Aibek: *glaring at Malleus*

Eliza: That's not happening.

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Aibek: That'll be 800 madols!

Ace: Why are you charging us?! We're literally your friends.

Aibek: *blank stare like he's in The Office*

Kuu: That's just his discount. He and Eliza rob Crowley for way more. *glaring at them*

Aibek: Beside, where you all when Kuu was kidnapped, hm? We're not friends and you should be lucky that I didn't rob you like I did with Kalim earlier.

Poly blot monster harem when tho ????

Jk jk.....

Unless.....

Okay but fr I adore your stuff! Thank you.

[quits-writing]

VHS

a/n: here’s another eddie fic, not smut tho. we’ll save that for later, i’ll probably post other characters next. hope y’all don’t mind

cw: fluff, male reader, s4 vol 2 spoilers, eddie survived au, i hc eddie loves dark humor. it’s his coping mechanism, cringy lines (?)

It’s been a year (daddy) since the vecna incident with you and eddie moving out of hawkins, being the best friends that you both were. you stuck together like a gum under a random table.

the event was all a blur to you, really. all you could remember was your traumatic experience of almost losing the love of your life, how you’d regret not telling how you feel about him— which is ironic since you still haven’t confessed to him.

going through your stuff that’s been in a box, you saw a video tape hidden. it was the tape where eddie and dustin was begging to look at after the events of the fall of hawkins, you told them it was fully broken (which it wasn’t). however, you could remember why.

curiously, you took and played it. the video started with a dark background, muffled voices were heard as it began.

“have you started recording already?” an excited voice spoke as another voice popped in.

“just gotta ask but why are you even recording? we have a task to do”

“there’s nothing with a little videotape on this, it’s for memories!“ your own voice talked as the video finally showed something other than a dark color, showing dustin and eddie setting up their ‘stage’.

“yeah! plus it’s for bragging rights, this is going to be the most metal concert to be recorded”

“alright fair, but you better start helping right when they’re near our sight”

“got it, boss” you both replied to dustin while eddie mockingly saluted to him.

“it’s like i’m babysitting two grown adults whose supposed to be babysitting me—“

the curly short haired boy couldn’t even finish his sentence as buzzed voice came out from the walkie talkie.

“she’s in. move on to phase three” robin, you assume, reported.

“copy that. initiating phase three.” dustin replied and plugged the device.

“let’s hope they hear this”

the sound of the whining amp was heard, he maxed the sound volume while the feedback crackles. eddie getting ready to play by ripping his guitar pick necklace off of him.

“chrissy, this is for you.”

the curly long haired brunette yelped and started to play “master of puppets” by metallica, as he strums his guitar; thunders were roaring, the color of angry red envelopes the sky.

the guitarist seemed to enjoy himself as he head banged to the sound of his song while dustin listens to the music head banging as well, awaiting for the arrival of pesky flying monsters.

his fingers sliding fret by fret over the neck of the guitar, doing the rifts of the music flawlessly without stopping.

you felt like you were in that position again, reliving the memory; the video may be dark and grainy but you remembered how cool eddie munson played that song.

a smile broke out of eddie’s face as he shredded that guitar solo.

you were focused on him, you didn’t even hear dustin’s shouting until the shrieks of the bats were heard.

your eyes finally broke out the trance you were in and observed the surroundings, while the thunder was flashing you saw your figure. your reflection, eyes stuck at eddie.

you looked love struck.

oh

oh

you remember now, why you told them the tape didn’t work.

“one!”

eddie finished playing and let the sound trail away.

the VHS was corrupted and froze exactly after they wrapped the song up— technically, you weren’t wrong about it being corrupted. you were about to remove the tape from the player when a voice bloomed behind you.

“h— and here i thought you said it wouldn’t play” you turned and saw the same metalhead that you were just watching just now.

“what are you doing here?”

“we’re supposed to meet up with henderson and the others remember? celebrating mayfield’s full recovery?” he told you while leaning over to scan the video, smug as he realized how cool he looked.

“how long were you watching?”

“long enough to confirm your heart eyes on me, big boy” the lil’ shithead chuckled when he saw your embarrassed look, deciding to rub more salt to the wound; he teased you.

“i don’t blame you, i mean— i’m clearly a full course meal”

“yeah, a full course meal to a cauldron of bats” a snarky remark escaped your lips, he smacked your arms pretending to be offended.

“hey!” you laughed, it was truly a traumatic experience but he couldn’t stop a stupid grin showing up on his face. after all, you both did like dark humor to cope.

as both of your laughter died down, you finally asked him the question that’s been bothering you since he showed up.

“so, how long have you known?” he hummed, asking for more clarity; you asked again more to make your previous question more clearer.

“how long have you known that i liked you?”

tapping on the nearest object, he leaned towards you— both of your eyes locked to one another.

“oh no, sweetheart. i didn’t, i only started to have suspicions after i felt that burning desire of a stare you had while i was playing ‘master of puppets’. honestly, i thought you were gonna take me right there and then”

your gaze switching between his doe brown eyes to his luscious lips, suddenly feeling bold— a flirtatious sentence escaped through you.

“but you’d like it, wouldn’t you?”

you were shocked by what you said, mentally beating yourself up ‘cause you remembered he was just clarifying your feelings towards him; it doesn’t mean he likes you back.

before you could speak again, he scoffed.

“well obviously— i didn’t expect a man like you would be into a freak like me” a hum escaped your throat before gripping his belt to pull him closer to you.

“by freak, do you mean freakishly delicious?”

you could feel his breath hitch, he couldn’t help but force himself to you; locking lips with you, you kissed back at him. you felt his hand hold the back of your head in order to get closer to you, not wanting to let go.

after minutes that felt like hours of passionate make-out session, you both finally pulled away and stared at each other’s messy appearance. a sudden giggle escaped the other’s lips, replying to your previous comment.

“to the bats?”

a whipped smile broke out on your face, grabbing his waist and pulling him for another kiss before replying.

“to the bats.”

[autisticandroids]

Okay so this was a while back but im preety sure you had mentioned an au of yours where dean is a serial killer and cas successfully stalks him but i don't think you talked about it more than that and i just really want to hear a bit more bc that idea sounds so tastefully fucked up

okay so. weeks later i finally end up answering this ask. it inspired this post btw. anyway spn is a show that's like. all about justifications, as i said in the post inspired by this ask. it's about having no choice and doing what you have to do. and like there is the phantasy embedded in it, a phantasy that is both indulged and punished. but most importantly it's justified. the monsters are super strong to show how brave our heroes are for fighting them, the main characters let out great wails of grief every time their lady loves are violently ripped from them (even though now they are free to do whatever they want), the narrative twists to show our heroes as correct whatever they do. the fantasy (of being allowed to enact violence, of being free from feminine "control," of being right) comes first. the material construction of the universe of supernatural comes afterward. whatever the fantasy is, the universe of supernatural will provide material conditions to justify its acting-out.

and what this means is that our protagonists, dean in particular, are constantly doing just horrific things, which in any other circumstance would be unconscionable. but the universe of supernatural provides justification for these acts. the point of my serial killer au which i think about so so so much is to ask the question: what if these justifications melted out from under their feet? what if dean was left holding nothing but a lie and the weight of everything he's done?

therefore, the premise of my au is such (under the cut because this baby is long):

john and mary winchester, in the mid seventies, joined a doomsday cult known as the men of letters. the men of letters were rather unusual for a doomsday cult, in that they believed that the apocalypse could be prevented by human behavior. this started as correct living, correct worship, yadda yadda, the kind of behavior and thought control that cults are known for, but with the justification of: if you don't do this, the world will end. eventually, this escalated to human sacrifice. the men of letters managed to untraceably kill two homeless people in the late seventies. but they eventually fell apart. however, a month after john and mary left the men of letters (mostly john's choice, mary still believed), mary died in a house fire. john took it as a sign from god that actually, the men of letters were right, and the world would end unless john himself did something about it. so he took some of the (intensely numerological) theology of the men of letters. and he worked out his own formula. and he applied it to the yellow pages. and started ritualistically killed people to prevent the apocalypse, with his two sons in the back of the car.

now, obviously, this is some kind of grief induced temporary madness on john's part, shaped by the mental abuse he suffered in the men of letters. but the thing is, once you've killed a couple of people to prevent the apocalypse. well. there's this thing called the sunk costs fallacy. john wasn't gonna question his own beliefs after that.

and he raised his boys to believe it, too, or at least he raised dean to. they didn't tell sam what they did until he was twelve, and sam didn't buy it, tried to call the cops on them several times but in the end, they always prevented him. eventually sam ran off to stanford, where he now lives under a cloud of guilt that he's too loyal to his family to rat them out.

john died a few years back of a heart attack, but dean is convinced it's because he messed up a ritual two weeks before it happened, so it pushed him further into this belief system.

dean's killings (and john's before him) are ritualistic and distinctive, obviously the same killer each time. but they happen anywhere in the united states, seemingly at random, there are inconsistent amounts of time between each one (sometimes as short as days, sometimes as long as years), and there is no particular victim profile. obviously, since our killers are following an arcane mathematical formula to make their choices for them, but the police don't know that.

castiel novak is an unemployed shut-in with a small inheritance which he's living off of, a cryptography degree, and an obsession with all things morbid. he spends most of his time on the reddit true crime forums, playing amateur sleuth. by complete chance, he happens to recognize one of the symbols frequently used in corpse displays by the so-called sioux falls satanic slaughterer (so named because the first time three of his victims were in the same part of the country, it so happened that they were all in sioux falls, south dakota. this was in the late eighties.) as being mostly only used by a little known cult group called the men of letters, which dissolved in the mid eighties.

he only notices this because, as a teen, he had a special interest in cults and fringe religious groups. the men of letters weren't a particularly notable or well known phenomenon; they were small, and a lot like every other cult that formed during the seventies cult boom. (no outsider ever heard about the human sacrifice; there were rumors, of course, but they were garbled, sensationalized, and mixed up with satanic panic fodder.)

(the men of letters' two sacrifices were nothing particularly romantic or fantastical. they first lured panhandler josie sands back to their compound with promises of food and a warm bed when she admitted she couldn't get a bed at a shelter, and was thinking of getting caught shoplifting just so she could be under a roof in the county jail. the men of letters' leader, a man who took on the name alistair, forced his inner circle to dress in the ceremonial black robes he had given them when he initiated them into his nearest and dearest, and which his wife had sewn out of old bed sheets and dyed black with home made oak gall dye. these robes still left black smudges on the wearer's skin occasionally if they sweated too much. josie was laid, bound, on the altar, a slapdash thing constructed over the course of two days from scrap plywood and a couple of milk crates. a rich red tablecloth purchased at macy's for $3.99 hid its ugliness and gave it grandeur. alistair attempted to kill the struggling miss sands by bringing a sharpened kitchen knife down on her bosom and piercing her heart, but, having never killed a human or even slaughtered an animal before, was unaware of the problem presented by the human ribcage. after rather ineffectually poking at the area beneath sands' bosom with his knife while she shrieked in pain and terror for about ninety seconds, alistair tried a different tack, and slit her throat, which worked just fine, and she bled out quite nicely. the second and final victim of the men of letters was a local vagrant named larry ganem, an older gentleman who walked with a limp. he was lured back to the compound in approximately the same manner as sands, but instead of being bound, he was fed stew laced with sleeping pills. even if alistair hadn't slit his throat, he wouldn't have woken up. it's actually arguable whether he was still alive at time of sacrifice; mary winchester (eight months into her first pregnancy), who, as a member of the inner circle, was in attendance, actually tried to take ganem's pulse as he lay on the altar (now covered by a different tablecloth; the red one had turned stiff with sands' blood and been subsequently burned) and found nothing, so it is entirely possibly only sands' death can be directly laid at alistair's feet, and ganem's is the fault of mrs. ellen harvelle, who prepared the laced stew. regardless, these two deaths are lessons in the nature of human evil: it is very rarely skilled, suave, or smooth. it's often slapdash, half-hearted, and just plain incompetent. but that makes it no less grisly. alistair may have begun to drink his own kool-aid, as it were, and escalated this far out of genuine belief that the apocalypse was coming and it was up to him to stop it, but it is far more likely that he sensed the imminent collapse of his little empire, and wanted to bind his subjects to him through the horrors of shared guilt, considering two lives a small price to pay for the continued loyalty of his inner circle. and the tactic worked: the men of letters didn't start to collapse in earnest until almost four years later. perhaps if alistair had continued the killings, the men of letters could have lasted for far longer, maybe even up until the present day. but it seems that alistair, a psychiatrist by training and unused to violence, simply didn't have the stomach for it. unlike, say, john winchester, who before his time with the men of letters had done a two year tour in vietnam, during which he had killed three living, thinking human beings with the american government's go-ahead.)

anyway. castiel is the first person, ever, to make the connection between the men of letters and the sioux falls satanic slaughterer. and once that connection is made, castiel begins to research the men of letters far more in-depth. and he notices something: the theology of the men of letters was intensely numerological, filled with patterns, significant numbers, and even spiritual equations.

castiel thinks of the seemingly random selection of the slaughterer's victims, and has an epiphany.

he cracks all his fingers, and gets coding.

six months. it takes castiel six months to discover an equation that could fit the slaughterer's pattern. it's complex, but also clearly based on several of the men of letters' holy numbers, and accounts for every single one of the killings. it also suggests that there should have been two or three more deaths scattered across the years, but more than likely those did happen, it's just that they weren't reported as part of the slaughterer's portfolio.

but much more importantly, castiel's model can also make predictions. there will be two killings, fifteen days apart, in a city seven hours' drive away, six weeks from now.

so castiel waits. and he books a hotel room. and two months later, he's waiting outside 217 oak street when a shadowy figure climbs up a tree and lets itself into the upstairs window.

dean winchester is feeling particularly all alone in the world when he breaks into maisey banks' home (217 oak street). his father has been dead for half a decade, and he hasn't spoken to his baby brother for twice that. it's not like this whole grizzly saving the world business makes him a lot of friends. so once he's done killing maisey (which is easy, she was ninety three and dying of cancer anyway. she doesn't even wake up when he slits her throat) and arranging her corpse in the appropriate manner, with prayers and sigils, he turns around. and sees a man standing behind him.

smiling slightly.

as he watches dean gut this old woman.

dean freezes.

the man takes a step forward.

"you're very attractive for a serial killer who's been operating since the eighties."

dean is silent.

"family business, is it?"

silence continues.

"i'm not here to report you to police. i'm just here to see if my algorithm worked right."

and dean finally breaks his silence: "what the hell is wrong with you?"

what's fun here is that dean knows (or rather "knows") that he isn't a serial killer. so he finds what cas is doing, this amoral serial killer stormchasing, morally repugnant. because cas has no way of knowing he isn't a regular serial killer.

there's also the fact that that cas proceeds to flirt with him. aggressively. and follows him back to his motel.

but the thing is that dean is all alone in the world. and as cas continues trailing him around, he starts getting, well, flattered. and feeling a little bit less alone.

it doesn't take very long before they fall into bed. even if cas is an amoral stalker with a fetish for what dean considers a distasteful yet necessary vocation.

so. they fall into bed. they fall in love. they make a little life together, in dean's big sexy car. dean tries to explain to cas that he's saving the world. that these people's lives are a necessary price to pay. and cas seems to listen.

of course, castiel doesn't believe a word of it. but he's found that he likes dean. really likes him. and he realizes that the collapse of dean's belief system would destroy him.

so he sets about becoming as complicit in it as possible.

even to the extent where, when dean is hit by a car and ends up into the hospital a day before one killing is meant to take place, castiel agrees to take on the job. (he doesn't actually kill anyone, obviously. but he does use his extensive skill with computers to create three fake newspaper articles which make it look like he has.)

but five years later, something goes wrong. really, really wrong. dean miscalculates the formula. and by the time he checks his work, the actual date of the next kill, as demanded by the formula, has passed. in fact, so have three others. and the world didn't end.

dean collapses. he hyperventilates. all those people. all those people. for no reason. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people.

cas seems totally unfazed. dean stares at him in shock. but cas just takes dean in his arms, and whispers in his ear: "oh, dean, i never believed in the equation. i love you no matter what you've done."

and dean buries his face in cas' chest.

[lucifers-favorite-pen]

How The Obey Me Brothers Would Do in a “The Forest” AU

Fandom: Obey me

Pairings: None

Warnings: Swearing, idiocy, mild gore

The Forest was just released for the new Oculus headset, and Levi could NOT pass up this opportunity. However, it’s just his luck he got his hands on a cursed copy of the game, and ended up sucking the House of Lamentation into the game! Here’s how our favorite boys faired in the universe of “The Forest”

Lucifer:

Is pissed.

Bitches about it heavily

Is irritated that he has to find and wrangle a digital son now as well as his siblings. 

Would definitely help everyone else build a little shelter before nightfall, but would be grumbling about how much work he has to do at home and how far behind this would put him. 

Doesn’t let MC lift a finger and is 100% a mother hen the whole time. 

Seems inconvenienced by the whole cannibal thing, until he realizes magic doesn’t exist here and he has to use his melee fighting skills to kill them. Skills that are a little rusty...

Teams up with Beel to be the camp dads and take care of everyone

Super paranoid about the stability of the walls and the house at the beginning

Dies from eating a poisonous berry. He didn’t know he could be affected by poison in this game.

Over all, does his best to keep everyone alive, and feels really bad when someone dies. 

No longer feels bad when he learns that the worst thing that happens is you lose all your stuff and you respawn. 

A solid 7/10 job. Probably dies a few times due to someone else being an idiot, but is a pretty good survivalist when push comes to shove. 

Mammon:

Is also pissed

He was in the middle of counting the grimm from his latest modeling gig when he was sucked into the game.

Bitches and moans with/at Lucifer, but tries to build and maintain a shelter.

Who’s Timmy?

I don’t think crows exist in the game, but seagulls do and they all land on his fingers and he makes friends with them.

Is very upset when one of his brothers kills a bird for food or to simply carry around its head as a trophy. 

Sees cannibals and tries to trade with them with the grimm he has in his pockets.

Dies on sight.

Now when he sees or hears cannibals he screams and cowers behind MC 

When they go away or the screaming stops, he stands up straight and dusts off his jacket “Psh, I wasn’t afraid! I was trying to comfort you from behind! YOU were the one afraid”

After a while in the game, he gets his shit together and honestly kinda kills it. 

This is the avatar of greed, you know he is going to gather and horde so many valuable resources and then guard them with his life. 

“Mammon I’m hurt please stop hissing at me and let me have the medicine bottle”

*hiss* “You can have ONE pill and ONE pill only”

Over all, the definition of “They had us in the first half ngl”

8/10 for managing the group’s food and resource stores so well and only dying a fuck ton of times. 

Levi

...oops?

Feels quite guilty, but is also secretly pumped to immerse himself in the game.

Was extremely skilled at this game IRL and tries to explain how it works to everyone else, but they’re all so pissed and no one’s listening.

“That’s fine, who would want to listen to a yucky otaku like me anyway!” 

Magic doesn’t exist here, but that doesn’t stop Levi from yeeting himself into the ocean and turning into a giant sea monster while his brothers complete the game. 

They don’t want his help? They don’t want to know that the cannibals can’t swim and that they’ll be safer if they build a boat and live in a boathouse on the water? Fine. Then Perish <3

That goes for Timmy too, fuck that kid. 

Doesn’t want MC to suffer tho, so he’ll kill a few sharks and throw them up over the wall with his tail. (I’m assuming that if the game is released for Oculus Rift that they will get their shit together and also make sharks edible)

Is having a grand time taking over the ocean. 

Will sometimes go to shore to visit MC. Everyone is confused as to where he has been and how he is thriving. He just smiles and jumps back in the water.

10/10 strats. Never once dies. Tells everyone what they were doing wrong and how they could have had it easier when they beat the game and are back IRL out of spite.

Satan

Angy

Is throwing things in their spots while building the shelter, but is still helping

Spawns in with the book he was reading in his hand.

That book is eventually stolen from his grasp in the night and used as kindling for the fire.

Lucifer explains that if he didn’t steal his book they all would have died. 

Satan does not give a fuck

“Use the kid’s stupid fucking drawings you dipshit!”

“I can’t they’re story items!”

Goes on a rampage and kills so many deer, effectively feeding the group for a week.  

Sees the cannibals for the first time and thinks “same” 

Pretty good fighter and pretty resourceful when it comes to making armor and weapons. 

Outfits MC with the all of his prototypes and tells them to go run at a tree

“How do you feel, MC?”

“Like I ran at a tree with a deer skin on my chest”

“Interesting”

Very upset at the whole no magic thing, but will work with it.

Over all, 7/10 job. Dies a couple times from cannibals and the other monsters, but makes it to the end.

Asmo

Oh dear. 

Oh dear this sweet summer child. 

“Why are we looking for this child when he’s so ugly?”

Is distraught and so very upset this is happening to him. Cries variations of “woe is me” for the first five hours of game play

Does not help build a shelter

Does not help gather food and resources

Does not help period. Only whines. 

Sees cannibals sprinting and jumping towards the shelter and pushes Lucifer in front of him

“Take him! I’m too pretty to die!”

“HEY!”

What follows after the first three days is a slow decent into madness. 

Ends up butt ass naked for the majority of the game because the clothes he spawned in with were ripped to shreds and “No animal skin clothing in this world is good enough to adorn my perfect body”

Starts speaking to the animals and becomes friends with all of them like a Disney Princess. 

The animals come to his aid when he lets out a specific shriek that calls them to his side.

Spends his time weaving flower crowns for MC, his brothers, and his animal friends. 

Everyone knows he’s snapped when Beel brings back the dead body of a cannibal and Asmo dips his dirty little finger into an open wound and wipes the blood on his lips. 

“I just love this shade! Don’t you?” 

5/10 job. Dies multiple times from trying to befriend hostile animals, but also has an army of woodland creatures at his disposal by the end of the game.

Beel

Bro you know this mans is about to make this game his bitch

Spawns in with a cheeseburger.

Eats the cheeseburger.

“I have a son?”

“I HAVE A SON :D”

“Where is my son?”

Honestly the thought of Beel in this game is so sexy like I’m simping so hard rn 

Grab your water skins and buckle up bc it’s about to get thirsty up in here y’all

A shirt? Beel doesn’t know what those are anymore

He crafts one of those shoulder harnesses out of hide and bone and sticks a bone shiv thing on the forearm 

Don’t mess with this demon when his dinner and his family is on the line.

Is not afraid of anything except the death of his loved ones.

Cannibals? Nah, dinner.

Other monsters? Nah, dinner. 

Full shirtless lumberjack mode with Lucifer, and later Mammon, when cutting down trees in the forest. MC is drooling. 

Definitely makes a game out of how many trees they can all chop down before giving up.

Plays knuckle bones with Belphie and MC using real knuckle bones. 

Doesn’t want to share his food with the others but will if they didn’t get anything to eat that day. 

Chef Beel. That’s it that’s the post. 

10/10 job. Only dies once throwing his body over Belphie’s sleeping one to save him. 

Get’s annoyed when he finds out Belphie was fake sleeping

Very sexy. Would watch. 

Belphie

Nah dude no thanks 

Alexa play “Wake Me Up When September Ends”

Alexa play “Billie Jean”

“And the kid is not my son”

Get’s so fucking pissed when he finds out he can’t sleep without everyone else deciding to sleep too so he just lays down with his eyes closed and hopes for the best.

Doesn’t help with anything unless someone asks him to

Even then he’ll roll his eyes like brat and slowly do it

An actual sloth

No like he clings to MC and Beel like a sleepy sloth 100% of the time

He can’t find any cows and is sad so he settles for the local deer instead. 

Fake sleeps through most of the whole thing, paying monster and cannibals alike absolutely no mind. Beel will take care of it.

Freaks the fuck out when Beel dies on top of him and goes into a rage and kills everything in sight. 

Very sweet reunion when he realizes that they just respawn.

No longer pays death any mind and continues fake sleeping. 

0/10. Virtually useless. 

Masterpost

[andawaywego]

Your damie fics are giving me life tho! Could you do a fic where flora wakes up in the middle of the night and while scanning her doll house sees Jamie’s doll in Dani’s room. She asks about it in the morning at breakfast innocently, hilarity ensues as Dani chokes on her tea.

dude, i loved this. it got away from me. i hope you enjoy this, too! it exists in some kinda side-AU wherein most things are the same except...you know...it takes longer for everything to fall apart.

..

“Miles!” Flora calls without turning. “Stop moving my dolls!”

There’s a thud from his bedroom behind her. Flora ignores the sound and pets the doll version of Rebecca’s hair as she cradles it in her hands. Everything else seems to be in order. Owen’s doll is in the kitchen. Hannah’s doll is in the hallway. The others are scattered about in the usual places. So long as the Lady isn’t there, Flora has decided to be content about it.

Save for one thing:

Jamie’s doll is in Dani’s room. 

Specifically, Jamie’s doll is in Dani’s bed.

But that doesn’t make any sense. Normally, when she wakes up, Jamie’s doll is nowhere to be seen. If she looks in the middle of the day, sometimes she’ll find her in the kitchen or the entry room. Some nights, Flora will go to bed with Hannah, Owen, Dani, and Jamie’s dolls in the sitting room or the kitchen.

“I didn’t move your dolls!” Miles calls back.

“Yes, you did!” 

Footsteps through their shared bathroom and then Miles is standing behind her. “They look alright to me,” he says. “I didn’t touch them. I wouldn’t.”

“Then why is Jamie’s in Miss Clayton’s room?” Flora asks, pointing at the doll currently sharing Dani’s bed.

Miles is quiet for a long moment and then he shrugs. “Maybe that’s where she is,” he says, then steps away and heads for her bedroom door. “Let’s go. I want breakfast.” He flings her door open and thunders down the hallway to the stairs, Hannah calling after him to slow down.

Setting Rebecca’s doll down in the sitting room, Flora considers leaving Jamie where she is, but thinks better of it. She plucks the doll up and moves her down to the kitchen where Miles’s now is, setting her to stand by Owen, then gets up to get dressed.

__________

By the time she gets down to the kitchen, Jamie really is there, but so is Dani now. They’re sitting at the table with Miles and Owen, talking quietly to one another. Flora sits beside her brother in front of a plate of eggs and toast and watches them interact.

Dani always seems very happy when she’s talking to Jamie. Flora understands that. She likes Jamie too. Jamie’s funny and nice and really cool. Sometimes she lets Flora help her prune the roses, which she says is dangerous because of the shears they have to use. She said once that Flora is her favorite helper and Flora told her she was being silly because no one else ever really helps Jamie. She doesn’t normally let them.

“Good morning,” Flora says. Only Owen greeted her when she entered and it feels strange to sit in silence.

Immediately, Dani turns to her and grins. “Good morning, Flora,” she says. “Miles said you were already up and ready. Did you sleep okay?”

Flora nods and takes a crunching bite of her toast. “Yes, very well.” She swallows and looks between Jamie and Dani. “Were you in Miss Clayton’s bedroom today, Jamie?” she asks next, needing to know.

Three strange things happen when she does this:

First, Owen chokes on his water, Jamie gives him a dirty look, and Dani's eyes get so big that Flora’s worried they might pop.

“Sorry,” Owen says, wiping his face off with a napkin.

“Should be,” Jamie mutters.

He gives her a strange sort of smile that Flora doesn’t understand.

Finally, Jamie turns her attention to Flora, looking very serious and contemplative. Flora doesn’t like it when Jamie is serious. Usually it’s because she’s sad. Flora likes it when Jamie smiles and laughs because she’s very pretty when she does that.

But she isn’t doing that now. 

“Why do you ask, poppet?” she says.

Flora nearly tells her the truth, but she doesn’t want to upset anyone. Sometimes the things in her dollhouse are upsetting. “I don’t know,” she answers.

Jamie stares her down. “Right.” A pause. “Well, yes, I was. I went to wish Miss Clayton a good morning.”

When Flora looks at Dani, Dani is hiding her face behind her mug, taking a long drink without looking at anyone. She’d like to say she knows when people are lying and she really thinks Jamie is, but she’s not sure why she would lie about that. Saying good morning doesn’t usually involve being in bed. At least, not in Flora’s experience.

Instead of prodding any further, Flora fixes Jamie with her best smile and says, “You could have done that at breakfast, silly.”

And Jamie smiles back which makes Flora almost immediately forget about anything else. “Yeah,” she says. “Suppose I could have.”

Dani is quiet for the rest of breakfast. She keeps giving Jamie looks that Flora doesn’t understand, but Flora is hungry and tired of being confused. She decides to let it go.

__________

That is, until that very night when she wakes up thirsty. It’s late and very dark in her bedroom, but the moon is shining in through her windows enough that she can make it to the bathroom. There’s a cup beside the sink and she has to lean forward really far to grab it so she can fill it up.

Back in her bedroom, she sits on her bed and sips at her water, looking over at her dollhouse. She normally keeps it open at night in case the Lady shows up, but she can’t see anything except for the shadowy shape of the house’s innards. In the dark, the whole blackened out inside looks like it’s breathing, pulsing. Like it’s alive.

Frightened, Flora quickly reaches for the lamp beside her bed and turns it on, spilling a little water on her rug in the process. It’s funny how normal it looks in the light. How it’s anything but despite its observable simplicity. It looks exactly as it had when she’d looked in on it before going to bed.

Except—

Jamie’s doll is in Dani’s bed again.

Specifically, Jamie’s doll is on top of Dani’s.

Flora splutters, fumbling to set her cup down and jumps to her feet hurrying out into the hallway. It’ll be tricky to open Dani’s door quietly and peek in just to see if Jamie really is in there or if there’s something truly strange going on.

Well, Flora thinks. Stranger.

The floorboards around Dani’s bedroom door squeak in some places, so Flora makes sure to set her feet carefully around those points. Holding her breath, she concentrates on trying to listen as closely as she can. Waiting for wet footsteps, maybe, or that sound Peter made when that ghost-white hand wrapped around his throat.

Maybe for Dani to scream.

She’s not really certain. But she’s shivering and it’s not because she’s cold.

She notices it after a few seconds—a squeaking sound. It’s strange, like the kind of noise her bed makes when she jumps up and down on it—which she doesn’t anymore because that’s for children, thank you.

Carefully, she reaches out and grasps the doorknob, the cool metal making her jump when it hits her palm. Taking a deep breath, she turns it and opens it just the slightest amount, peeking inside. It��s too dark to make out anything clearly, even darker than the hallway. Dani’s curtains are drawn, hiding the moon and any light that might have strayed inside.

Flora can’t see much save for the shapes on the bed, a big lumpy mass that’s moving a little. She’s not actually sure what it is and the thought terrifies her—makes her imagine the worst things possible. Some sort of giant, sludge-y monster that’s come out from the lake and come inside. And it ate Dani in her bed and now it’s going to come for her, too.

She makes a little noise and then takes a step backward. The floorboard creaks loudly under her foot and she gasps. The mass stops moving and she hears something that sounds like whispering so she pulls Dani’s door shut, turns on her heels, and runs back into her bedroom where she dives underneath her covers, pulling them up over her head.

The light from the lamp seeps through her blankets, pink and strange and her breath is coming out heavily, hotly. It’s too stuffy and she feels like she’s going to suffocate but if she moves, if that thing sees her—

As distracted as she is imagining all the different terrible ways this could end, she doesn’t hear her door open. Nor does she hear the footsteps coming towards her bed. 

So when the blankets get pulled down, she shrieks, expecting some horribly monstrous thing. Instead, she is met by the sight of Dani—ruffled hair and flushed cheeks and her robe wrapped tightly around her body.

“Miss Clayton!” Flora cries, jumping up to throw her arms around the woman. “I was worried you’d been eaten!”

“Eaten?” Dani asks, hugging Flora back. “Honey, what—?”

“I thought something terrible happened! That some monster ate Jamie and ate you and was going to come for me next!”

Dani pulls away, holding Flora’s shoulders in her hands as she looks her over. “Did you have a nightmare?” She presses the back of her hand to Flora’s forehead for a moment before pulling it away. “You don’t have a fever,” she says, frowning.

“I’m not sick,” Flora says, shaking her head resolutely. “Jamie was in your bed and I thought it was because a monster ate her.” She points to her dollhouse and Dani looks, but it’s no use. 

The dolls have already shifted. Flora is in her bedroom on her bed, Dani’s doll standing beside it, and Jamie’s is in the doorway. Flora lifts her eyes to see—

“Jamie! You’re alive!” 

In a flash, she’s out of her bed and slamming her body into Jamie’s, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist. As excited as she is, she doesn’t notice that the only thing Jamie is wearing is a large t-shirt that hands mid-thigh, and she certainly doesn’t notice that it’s Dani’s.

“Alive?” she asks, placing one hand on Flora’s head and the other on her shoulder.

“She thought a monster ate us,” Dani explains. “Because she saw you in my bed.”

“She what?” Jamie asks, sounding shocked and frightened.

Flora pulls away, wanting to reassure her. “I thought it had gotten you. Your doll was in Miss Clayton’s bed, so I thought—”

“Oh, Christ,” Jamie says, then winces and looks down at Flora. “Sorry.”

“I’ve heard you say that before,” Flora tells her.

Over her shoulder, Dani gives Jamie a stern look.

“That why you were hanging ’round outside Miss Clayton’s room?” Jamie asks and Flora nods. 

“I was worried something terrible happened, so I went to look and that’s when I saw the...thing.”

“What thing?” Dani asks, her words rushed and panicked. 

“The...black blob-y thing. But it must have just been a shadow,” Flora explains, then hesitates. “Jamie?”

Jamie is wild-eyed when she looks down at her. “Yeah?”

“What were you doing in Miss Clayton’s room?”

A long stretch of silence follows this, one that makes Flora fidget nervously. Dani and Jamie are looking at one another, having some sort of conversation without saying anything. Flora remembers her parents doing that before. It frustrates her when she doesn’t know what’s going on, and she’s just about to say that when Dani cuts in.

“She had a nightmare,” she says. “You know how when you get nightmares, you come in and I help you get back to sleep?” 

Flora nods. Dani is very good at chasing away bad dreams. Her mom used to be good at it, too, but it’s nice to have someone again. “You were doing that for Jamie,” she says and Dani nods. Flora looks up at Jamie with a serious look on her face. “She’s very good at that. I hope you’re not afraid anymore.”

Jamie’s jaw is dropped open a little. She closes it, then opens it again. Says, “I’m not. All good now, yeah? Why don’t we get you back to bed?”

They do just that, Dani tucking Flora in and petting her hair, kissing her forehead and Flora snuggles warmly beneath her blankets. It should feel strange to have Jamie there to say goodnight, but it doesn’t. Flora watches as Jamie reaches out to hold Dani’s hand and decides that she rather likes it.

“Stay in bed, okay?” Dani says and Flora nods emphatically.

“You, too, Miss Clayton,” she reminds her and Dani nods, agrees.

“Goodnight, Flora.”

“Goodnight.”

On their way out, Flora thinks she hears Jamie say something like, “I’ll make sure you stay in bed.” Thinks maybe Dani giggles. Can’t be sure. 

She falls asleep soon after that.

__________

The next morning, Jamie has breakfast with them again and her and Dani keep holding hands and smiling at one another. Owen notices, too, and winks at Flora, making her laugh.

“Did you have anymore nightmares, Jamie?” Flora asks, sipping her juice and swinging her legs in her chair, sun-happy and soft.

Jamie glances at Dani with a smirk then turns Flora’s way and says, “Not a one.”

..

[candybowbeansies]

CREEPY SHIGGY

"creepy guys

you're just my style

shaggy hair and

wicked smile

falling victim to your fantasy

damn, I love it that you're so creepy"

Credit to the lovely Bbyloo over on deviantart for our daily bread. 🙏

warnings/notes: modern/quirkless AU kinda fantasy AU bc Kurogiri is literally a thick black fog so why not. contains relationship and other hcs as well as brief scenarios. also can’t help but think he’s OOC bc he’s not really a villain here, but this is an AU hc so meh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ safe to assume he’s not had as harsh of a past in the canon storyline for this one, so his personality’s softer

DOWNRIGHT A CREEP THIS CRUSTY MAN

I go all out! reader is gender neutral!

Took me a few days to complete this sorry not sorry

creepy shiggy under the cut<3

Creepy Shigaraki that runs the best haunted house in town, never shows his face and leaves journalists up to Kurogiri

Creepy Shigaraki who does horror game livestreams without showing his face, uses donations to pay for his special effects makeup and sculptures

Creepy Shigaraki that wears a Jigsaw-like persona(just the cruelty part, not the killer and definitely not the appearance 😂 tho he probably has killed a few ppl in the past) during livestreams, and voice acting horror shorts

Creepy Shigaraki that rigs up well thought out escape rooms and has a fanbase because of it

Creepy Shigaraki who makes custom masks, even has his own collection of different types of hand-shaped masks

Creepy Shigaraki that collects creepy taxidermy and real animal bones and skulls

Creepy Shigaraki that prefers using scentless candles over lightbulbs

Creepy Shigaraki who’s wardrobe is all blacks and grays, the only splash of color being his favorite red converse hightops

Creepy Shigaraki who hangs around homeless people and dumpster fires and gets a kick from freaking randos out(he’s known by the cops for pranking ppl, especially during October, so they don’t come out to deal with him anymore because they’ve given up trying to make him stop. they cant do much bc he’s not killing or assaulting ppl, just pulling pranks.)

Creepy Shigaraki that frequents the more iffy bars and clubs

Creepy Shigaraki that knows how creepy his smile is that’s why he doesn’t use chapsticks or moisturizers.

Creepy Shigaraki who’s genuinely surprised and disappointed when he tries his smile on you to get a kick from freaking you out and you don’t freak out while on your way to work

Creepy Shigaraki who from then tries to scare you, becomes more and more frustrated when his scare tactics don’t work and even more so when you freaking laugh at his attempts

Creepy Shigaraki that gets woefully flustered when you start flirting with him, like completely red flustered

Um…he’s not sure. You ARE totally flirting with him, right? Right? He’s not hearing things? Seeing things?!?! Wtf…just, how…a guy like him…?

To answer the question; you totally are flirting with him.

Creepy Shigaraki who then scurries away with his tail between his legs, tries to avoid you like the plague, but can’t small town

Creepy Shigaraki that knows he can’t keep running away when he sees your name on that October’s employee list as a monster for his attraction(he’s gonna have to fit you out in costume, so he has no choice but to meet you-he does everyone’s costumes and makeup)

Creepy Shigaraki who tries to keep his cool when you recognize him and bombard him with questions, and ask for his number.

“Yes, I work here. Yes, I run this place. And no, you can’t have my number, but I can give you my email…”

To which you internally celebrate, because its a start

Creepy Shigaraki that finds out he genuinely enjoys emailing with you, eventually warms up and invites you to play horror games with him, not expecting you to join in

Once you do, it’s where the good slow burn starts coming on.

Creepy Shigaraki that laughs at your shrieks when you find a particularly scary jumpscare in a game(if it doesn’t scare you, please learn to fake it good. his genuine laugh is cute and addictive.)

Creepy Shigaraki who starts giving recommendations for horror games/movies/books. You have it bad for him, so you tend to binge on it so he can quiz you later.

“Hey, what about this? Graphics are ass, but the plotline’s good. Well thought-out characters. Can lend it if you want. Just don’t scratch it.”

Creepy Shigaraki and you who have fell into an unspoken habit to technically go out for groceries together on weekends closer to sundown. man eats junk all the fucking time, so you offer to cook for him

“Wai–Hold up, no–no you can’t. Well, um…maybe?”

“I guess…you know what, if it’s okay with you. Since you’re not afraid of, well, *snort* me.”

“I have a lot of weird shit around my place, but if you’re cool with that, sure.”

Creepy Shigaraki who lives in a small apartment complex that looks surprisingly nice, where everybody knows everybody.

“Sure, it looks nice, but its very cheap. Landlords don’t do much maintenance, there’s rumors that it’s haunted because people died here, which I assure you it’s not.” he sounded disappointed.

Creepy Shigaraki who’s neighbors are equally as creepy, and very annoying to him.

As Shigaraki fishes his keys out of a pocket, his neighbor who’s elbows were propped on his windowsill, window wide open, gives a low long whistle, both brows raised. “Hand twist, triple gawk, two thousand?” the heavily scarred man asks coquettishly, taking a swig of his cold beer. “Shut it, crispy.” Shigaraki grunts. “Damn, ain’t talkin’ to you, crusty.” ‘Crispy’ says mockingly. “Talkin’ to that,” he points to you, “Pretty thing right there.” he says. Shigaraki sighs in exasperation, turning the key then the knob to crack open his door, shooting his neighbor a glare you couldn’t see. “Dabi.” he warns. Dabi’s eyes widen minutely and he retreats with a low 'Damn, you needa get laid…’ as he closes his window and drops his blinds.

Creepy Shigaraki that watches you work your magic in his small kitchen with keen interest. hasn’t had a decent meal in years, so don’t be surprised when he practically wolfs down what you made for him. invite yourself to make more, because he won’t. pick a day!

Creepy Shigaraki who looks forward to your food, and eventually warms up to trying to help out and learn from you. keyword; try.

Long story short; man can’t cook to save his life.

Creepy Shigaraki who after months finally begins to flirt back when you’re in one of your flirty moods

YOUR PATIENCE HAS PAID OFF LADY OR GENT OR SOMEONE INBETWEEN

Creepy Shigaraki who hangs out with you more, in person instead of voice chat

Creepy Shigaraki who tends to scratch at or rub his neck when he’s nervous, anxious or stressed

“This doesn’t look right. It just doesn’t look like what I have in mind. Damnit…it keeps coming out weird!”

Help him through his blocks when he’s sculpting; ask him for details, to help him flesh out his ideas better. He would be so appreciative.

Creepy Shigaraki that has a stupidly cute habit of holding his pinkies out when he touches, holds, or grabs something(even when he drinks)

Creepy Shigaraki that soon finds himself just so stupid in love that he just pops the question without thinking one day

“Will you go out with me?”

There’s a brief moment where you wonder if you heard him right, but when he becomes as stiff as a board, and slowly averts his gaze, you know you didn’t hallucinate your crush asking you out.

You waltz on over, noticing his ears quickly reddening, and you lean to give him your bold answer; a soft peck on the corner of his mouth, just over his scar.

He jolts, releasing a cute noise in the back of his throat, face flush. “Guess that’s a yes, then.” he says, a small smile gracing his scarred lips as he leans back to plant a kiss on yours.

[captainrexisboo]

In A Single Night

Here it is, my lads and ladies and lovers. Only six hours after posting the promo lmao. Sitting at 1685 words, this is the first chapter to my WereRex AU (accidentally prompted by this ask), as well as my first installation of my Monster!Clones series (because apparently I have no self control).

This specific AU takes place during some vague historical time period, outside the Star Wars universe. More supernatural and magic than sci-fi. It is a romance! But, I don’t think it’ll be explicit. There will be very loose reminiscing of lovemaking, but no detail will be shared (yet- I mean c’mon, it’s me).

In this chapter, there will be warnings such as: body horror (not gore tho), the act of pinning, An Anxiety Attack, and An Actual Attack (again, no gore), and ANGST

Tag list will be in the replies, let me know if you would like to be added! Thank you all for your support, and as always any comments are welcome!!! Happy reading!!!

Edit: link to pt2

“Rex!”

Your whispered shout cut sharply through the still night air, not daring to be any louder. You’re not sure what you were afraid of, there was nothing in the woods to fear- except for the reason you were there to begin with. The pressure of the task at hand made your head swim, and the anxiety from terror made your hands shake, thinking of what you witnessed, your grandmother’s age-old guidance, and Cody’s blessing, it all came crashing down onto you in frantic waves.

You forced down a breath, the air scratching down your dried throat. Eyes frantic, you glanced in every direction, praying you found him before he found you. Your grip tightened on the rim of the helmet- of his helmet- and you stared into the blue jaig eyes that graced the front of the dome. It was the only bit of armor you brought with you, the most familiar to use, the only other clothes being his nightwear. The entire armored set and flowing blue mantle that he wore about the castle would’ve been too much to carry, too heavy. You needed to be able to move quickly, which was already proving difficult in the dense underbrush of the overgrown forest that he had escaped into, the leaves and low branches making your trek much noisier than you would have preferred. Dried twigs snapped under your boots, and every rustle from a night critter or chirps from various insects made you spin around with shoulders raised, terrified but ready to commit to the mission at hand- bring Captain Rex home.

~

You couldn’t believe it when only hours ago you witnessed the esteemed Captain fall into a frantic heap into the grass, a terrible aching cry ripping from his throat at the edge of town, the giant archway of the tall brick barrier that surrounded the village framing his crumpled body. He had been waiting for you, he had asked to meet under the light of the moon tonight while he was on break from patrol, just outside the town gates. You were about to run to the aid of your lover when something cold ran down your spine. An instinct to stop, stay out of sight- you’re unsure if it was the force of the raw wail or the way he seemed to be moving under his jacket...as if the muscles formed underneath his skin were realigning, morphing, writhing...growing. 

You stood back, frozen, breathless. You couldn’t tear your widening eyes away. Especially when you saw the thick fabric of his pristine white coat begin to tear and rip, partially from the swelling of his form, but also shredding from the clawing of his shaking hands, as if the material were burning him and he needed it off as soon as possible. Underneath, instead of the tanned expanse of scarred skin you thought you knew so well, was a coating of shining blond hair, almost a soft golden in the glinting moonlight. His screaming had subsided, but you could still hear his rough, ragged, deep breathing, even from how far away you were. His grunting and groaning were painful, you could tell his throat was already scarring from the harmful strain of voice, and yet he still found it in himself to howl into the night sky, throwing his head back in a gruesome, bitter ballad to the full moon above you. As the furious sound waned from him, you could see his form slacken in relief. His breathing was heavy, laced with an outraged growling. He moved from being lurched over on his knees to gaining onto his haunches. Where you thought he would be shaky, you noticed him channeling whatever was left of himself into standing up with his signature battle-ready grace. 

He stood tall, like usual...but with an extra two feet added to his height. The blond coating of, not hair, but thick, coarse fur, extended over his limbs, bristling in the cool of the night. His form not only stood taller, but also gave him a wider stance, even with hunched shoulders he was hulking, skin nearly ripping at the sudden growth. He rolled his neck and shoulders back, the sudden crack of settling bones finally bringing your lungs back to life as you took a gasping breath, a single stumbling step backwards- you were too loud. He whipped his head around to face you with a wild snarl, bounding to you, covering nearly two hundred meters in a matter of seconds. You shrieked, falling back onto the uneven cobblestone as he was suddenly on top of you, caging you beneath him in his new massive form, your heart hammering as whimpers stuttered past your quivering lips, his hot breath washing over your face, claws cracking into the hard rock next to your cheeks, threatening to cut at your hair.

His plush, bow-shaped lips curled over to showcase protruding fangs, mere inches away from your face as you flattened yourself against the cold hard ground, practically trying to will yourself beneath the surface before the unthinkable could happen. His face kept most of his shape, nose a little longer, a little pointed upwards, and jaw widened as if to take mauling bites out of anything- no, out of anyone. His normally cleanly shaven face was covered in the same fur as the rest of him, except for where his brows had been. The fur there was almost forming something like a dark mask, making a T-shape over his eyes and nose. All of this you could take in stride as he sniffed over you, you could stand any of this transformation as he kept you trapped below him, but it was his eyes that had you quaking. 

His kind, honeyed stare, the irises that held such adoration and desire for you as you whispered promises of love and devotion to each other behind dark corners and between soft bed sheets- that was gone. No trace of your dearest paramour to be found. Instead it was a fiery golden gaze, a purely carnal type of hunger, and for what you couldn’t be sure. His pupils had shrunk into pinpoints, surveying you like a piece of meat, like a meal. He opened his mouth with a throaty growl, baring his teeth to you even more, craning down to your neck with thick saliva dripping from his maw. As his teeth skimmed over your flesh, just before they could pierce through, is when you finally found your voice, previously dammed from terror, choking out a broken, “Rex, please…”

He paused at his name. Holding over you, as still as the hanging moon, upright ear twitching in response to your begging. Your breath shakes in anticipation, tremors running through your otherwise petrified body. He rears his head back harshly, suddenly, letting out a grim bark, and you screw your eyes shut tight to brace for the searing pain of your ripping flesh...that never comes. After a thick moment of watching the synapses of nerves spark behind your eyelids, you blink them open, slowly shifting up onto trembling elbows just in time to see him disappear into the shadows of the trees.

You’re terrified.

You want to cry.

You don’t understand what’s happening, so you stay lying on the ground, curling in on yourself as you silently sob out his name. You roll to your side, letting fat tears stream down your face, throwing your hand over your mouth as you push out heaving breaths, seeing the sharply pierced stone next to your head, splintering cracks coming from each hole at the force with which they were made. You laid there for what felt like hours, alone, shaking, small under the laughing moon. Emotion wracked through you, storming through your mind and body until you were left rasping for precious oxygen, completely emptied of your tears, the streaks having marked their pathway down your cheeks and neck to under the collar of your shirt.

Something whispers at the back of your mind as you’re coming down from your rush, a suddenly clear vision of your childhood, your grandmother telling you stories of shapeshifting beasts. Simultaneously man and monster, both in body and soul. You had asked her before she tucked you into bed once, while you were throwing on the covers and trying to blink away fatigue to finish the tall tale, “Is there any way to change them back? Aren’t they still human under their fur?”

She looked wistful then, staring out the window of your bedside, looking up into the moon. A sensitive shine came across her gaze, delicately reflecting the candlelight as she spoke so quietly you had to strain to hear her, even in the hush of your bedroom.

“If there’s someone who loves the beast enough, despite knowing their cursed form, underneath the light of the stars they can present the fanged horror with clothes-”

“Clothes? Grandmere, that doesn’t sound very-”

“Very what? Extravagant? Magical?” she chuckled, a little broken, wiping away sitting tears on her lashes, “Child, love is the most magical thing in the world. If it’s love in the purest form, telling the beast to come home, it will leave it’s brutish whims behind and dutifully follow it’s love back to the safety of a warm bed.”

She touched the garish scar you knew hid under her blouse, drawing in a sharp, shaking breath as her fingers traced the marred pink flesh of her shoulder, “If it’s not true… they’ll leave you. They’ll lose their last bit of humanity in that moment. Make you wish you had spared the energy you’d used to find them to begin with.”

You crash back into reality, her warning sitting heavy in your mind. You finally sat up, still in the middle of the empty road, surrounded by the dark windows of closed shops showing you your ragged reflection. You dusted off, getting onto wobbling legs before stalking off towards the castle. More specifically, the soldiers’ dormitory.

If the memory held any truth, then you didn’t have much time. You had to find his brother.

[ivorydragoness44]

Darth Maul x Reader: What is Sleep?

Word Count: 852

Notes: A short Star Wars AU where Maul has a family!

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The night was oddly quiet, without a hum out of place. This made the sleep deprived Zabrak stir. Maul’s eyes shifted beneath their lids in his dreamless slumber, and his fingers curl deeper into the distraught bedsheets. Then a shrieking cry rang out through the hall and into the bedroom. Both bed occupants groaned in unison, awakened from their short slumber. The woman beside Maul made a meager effort to pick herself up. “Sleep, my love,” Maul assured, placing a comforting hand to her shoulder, “I’ll check on her.” With a thankful mumble as a response, she flopped back down on her plush pillow. Maul smiled, gazing admiringly at the only woman, and person for that matter, who never saw him as a monster how others did. No, he knew he was most fortunate to be gifted with such a strong and loving individual. And so his good fortune continued and had given him the precious bundle of shrieking joy in the other room. Skillfully, Maul slipped out of bed to make his way into the hallway. On instinct, his glowing golden eyes scanned down the empty hall left and right. After concluding that there was no danger, he moved on. With a wave of his hand, the door to his destination slid open. Only then did the volume of the cries intensify. Maul could not help but to wince on reflex. Quickly, he eyed the infant’s room. He stepped briskly over to the crib; even going as far as to crouch down to peer underneath the furniture. As he stood straight, he gazed upon the small creature. Garbed in a custom lilac handmade onesie, the little girl kicked up her legs and clawed at the air with her fingers. Maul sighed at the sight of her; eyes squinted in her ongoing frustration. It was still unknown to them as parents whether or not their daughter would develop more Zabrak attributes. One of them most prominently being horns that might one day begin sprouting up around her head, if any. But as long as their baby was healthy, happy, and safe, that’s all that mattered to them. “What is troubling you?” He whispered as he reached into the crib to softly stroke her chubby cheek with the sides of his fingers. “(D/N),” he cooed gently, “shh, why won’t you sleep?” Her cries only intensified. Gingerly, he grabbed ahold of his daughter and placed her into his warm and secure embrace; cradling her as if she may break at any moment. “Shhh,” he pled, attempting to bounce her lightly in his arms. However, she did not take it well. With a swing of her arms, she pounded her clenched little fist against his firm chest. “You are without a doubt, my child,” he chuckled, beaming down at her form as her willful cries finally lessened. “(D/N),” he began, her bright eyes blinking open, “may I tell you a secret?” She babbled her mouth at him as if in response. Maul nodded with a cheerful smirk, “Good. Because I want this kept between just the two of us. You see, I was not at all…kind in any sense of the word before I met your mother. In fact, I was annoyed by her sheer presence when I had first encountered her. Mind you, it was because of how distracted I had become with her. The sight of her. The pleasant ring of her voice, and her scent. Her intoxicating aroma drove me wild; it numbed me and erased all sense of anger within me.” Maul proceeded to poke a single index finger toward her grabby hands. She clanged onto him faster than he had initially expected. “You are indeed a wonder to behold, little one,” he muttered through his breath, “and you should know by now that your mother and I both love you with all our hearts. You must never forget that.” There was nothing in that moment that could ever tear the grin off of his face. “You are a tough one, like your mother.” To his utter joy, (D/N) made a much more happy sound in comparison to her previous wailing. “And one day,” he wiggled his finger within her grasp, “I will train you. And you will follow your own destiny, as I did. And you will succeed.” Though his words of encouragement only made her stare up at him, he knew that the day would come when this talk would resonate with her. But until that day, he would gladly, however tired he may be, follow to her beckoning calls of distress and soothe her to the best of his ability. “Now,” he inquired, wandering aimlessly around the room, “shall I tell you about the time that I defeated a bull rancor?” She gave his finger a mighty squeeze with what strength she had as a month old. “Very good,” he encouraged, much to her now giggling joy. Eventually, they would receive some much needed sleep. But in the mean time, Maul decided on telling a not-so-gruesome version of one of his missions.

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[sidecarghost]

Suptober20 - Day 21 Fear Part 1

HighSchool!AU with a little bit of Soulmate trope - this AU has a phone app that can tell you the fears of your soulmate

Part 1/2 (part 2 is an epilogue that kind of changed the feel of the story enough that I decided to split into separate post)

Summary: Dean wants to get Castiel on a date and asks his best friend Charlie for help. Charlie tries to convince Dean just to talk to Castiel, but Dean is sure that Castiel doesn't even know he exists.

“Please Charlie, have some pity on me,” Dean laments tragically. He sits at the lunch table across from his best friend Charlie. He attempts his best puppy eyes to help his cause.

“Just talk to Castiel or I can talk to him. Your plan to rig his soulmate app results is so bizarre. I really can’t believe it has any chance at working,” Charlie counters.

“You just need to have faith, and I’m sure you can do it Charlie. Please don’t abandon me in my hour of need,” Dean begs his friend.

“Okay, okay enough with the guilt trip. You owe me after this Dean. But I’m not hacking Cas’s phone. We share a CompSci class. I’ll just ask him to beta test a soulmate clone app that will be loaded with a few random things you can try to be scared of,” Charlie explains.

“Thanks Charlie, you’re my hero,” Dean smiles enthusiastically.

“I’ll work on the app later, and text you after school,” Charlie tells Dean as she picks up her lunch tray and leaves the cafeteria. Dean floats to his next class with complete optimism that this plan will work.

~~ Later on, Charlie texts Dean ~~

Charlie: How is this for the list of your fears for the soulmate clone app?

Clowns

Cockroaches

Opening up to people

Germs

Demonic Possession

Cat jumping out of locker

Dean: Really “opening up to people?”

Charlie: Yeah, you can walk up to Castiel and tell him that you like him, and you were scared to tell him before. And then we can skip the rest of this bizarre plan.

Dean: Not happening.

Charlie: Okay, then back to our overly-complicated and sure-to-fail plan. How about this list?

Clowns

Cockroaches

Public speaking

Germs

Demonic Possession

Cat jumping out of locker

Dean: Okay this will work, and I have some awesome ideas how to pull them off. Cas is in a few of my classes, so I just need to do some prep and everything will run as smooth as a drive in the Impala.

Charlie: So what are you thinking?

Dean: my awesome plan:

When I see Cas at bus drop off area, Garth can help scare me with a clown mask

During our HomeEc class I'll put a cockroach in my pie batter to scare me

Presenting our projects in civics, I can do a mini panic attack or something

During gym maybe I can get someone to sneeze on me and then overreact

I have a charm from my Uncle Bobby that he said would ward off evil spirits according to lore. But since monsters aren't real I'm not sure how that one will work.

Who has cats at school? I don't think this one will work, can you take it off the list?

Charlie: Ok, so 4 is probably enough, but ig wear your evil charm just in case. And you have totally grossed me out with #2.

Dean: hey, the things we do for love right? I do feel bad for the pie batter tho.

***

Charlie makes her soulmate clone app, and she asks Castiel if he wouldn’t mind beta testing it during their Computer Science class. Castiel looks at Charlie with a fair amount of skepticism, but Charlie is his friend so he decides to indulge her request and installs the app. Charlie tells him a story about how she hit the original app with some machine learning algorithms to feed her clone app. So her soulmate app should be just as reliable as the original. Castiel figures they can just test that theory by opening the original app and seeing if the fears listed in both the original app and Charlie’s app match. Charlie sighs, and says that is very sensible, but she thinks her algorithms may have actually found flaws in the original app, so the results could be different because hers are more accurate.

"Really you think your app could be more accurate Charlie?” Castiel asks with a heavy amount of skepticism. “As in, there is actually a chance that a random generator on some server, is in fact not random but knows who we are destined to be in love with. I don't think soulmates are even something I believe in, do you believe in them?"

"Well, I never used too," Charlie replies thoughtfully. "But I have a friend, and he has been pretty unlucky in love. Maybe some people just keep striking out, because they really were meant to be with one particular soul. And until they finally end up with that person, they just have a lot of heartbreaks and casual flings. Seeing my friend struggle, is enough to make me think that sometimes, cupid can be a soulmate app. Or maybe I'm cupid in this metaphor and the soulmate app is my arrow, I'm not sure. But anyway, I guess what I mean is, romance doesn't only have to exist in romcoms. Sometimes we can let go of our fears, and believe in some greater force like destiny or soulmates or a very efficient machine learning algorithm will find us something we never knew we were missing, like the love of our lives."

"It sounds like your friend is lucky to have you," Castiel says.

"Yeah, he totally is," Charlie smirks.

"So what can I do with your soulmate app to help you and your friend's cause?" Castiel asks.

"Just look over my soulmate app results to see the kind of things that it lists as your soulmate’s fears, and I guess let me know at the end of the week if you found your soulmate, potential soulmate, or at least someone worth a date or two," Charlie says sheepishly.

Castiel checks the clone app results and laughs, "Okay, Charlie I'll keep you posted."

~~

Charlie: Castiel has the app. Good luck! Dean: Awesome! Tyyyy!

~~

Dean is not having good luck with these fears, and is beginning to think Charlie may have been right calling this plan too bizarre or complicated to succeed.

The first failure was the clown. Everything was going smoothly. Castiel was walking by him after leaving the bus drop off, and Garth jumped out with perfect timing wearing his creepy clown mask. But before Dean could say a word, Sam started screaming like a kid possessed. It was all Dean could do to calm his kid brother down and show him that it was just Garth playing a prank. Sam gave Dean and Garth the ultimate bitchface, and any hopes of that fear establishing his soulmate status with Castiel were gone.

Then there was the crisis with the cockroaches. For some reason, Garth was able to give him a cardboard box of several large cockroaches. And Dean was feeling pretty good about his chances of success, because Sammy wasn't there to scream bloody murder at the bugs. But when he went to get the cardboard box he found it empty. As the emptiness of that box registered in his brain, the shrieks from Meg and Jo's station gave him a good clue where the cockroaches were. Dean shook his head, and he looked over to see Castiel watching Meg and Jo take their rolling pins to squash the bugs. "Crap, now Cas is going to think Meg or Jo is his soulmate." Dean was definitely going to have to sell some panic for the Civics presentation.

But it seemed that fate was mad about Dean trying to rig the soulmate clone app results because the Civics presentation ended as the worst failure so far. Dean and his Civic project partners Anna and Kevin had taken their place at the front of the class. Dean checked out Castiel, who was seated in his desk and watching him and his partners attentively. Dean ran through in his head how he could nervously drop some things and sell the whole paranoia for public speaking. While Dean daydreamed a bit about Castiel's sexed up looking hair, he was snapped back to reality by the sound of vomiting coming from his left. He turned to see Kevin had upchucked all over Anna. Apparently Kevin was actually afraid of talking in front of people and that stress had affected his digestion. And it turned out that Anna was a bit of a germaphobe, because she seemed equal parts afraid of catching a disease and disgusted that her clothes were stained in barf.

Dean was faced to admit defeat, every fear meant to establish him as Castiel's soulmate had slipped through his fingers. And unless a demon suddenly appeared he was out of options.

Gym class was the last class he shared with Castiel. Dean was not going to bother to try to get sneezed on. Seeing Anna covered in upchuck was enough germs for one day. His gym teacher told the class to run laps around the building, and Dean began to run at a steady pace.

"Hello Dean," Castiel had run up alongside Dean and matched his speed so they could chat.

"Oh, hey," Dean turned to see Castiel had a slight smile and that was enough to encourage him to return with his own smile. Maybe Dean should try Charlie's original advice and just talk to Castiel. "How's it going Cas?"

"Pretty good. How's your brother? I think I saw him get upset on the way in to school today," Castiel says.

"Oh, he's okay," Dean grins sheepishly. "He is afraid of clowns, and I kind of had this prank idea with Garth. But since I can be a self-absorbed, older brother I didn't really think through how that would affect Sammy."

"Yeah, it seems like there has been plenty of weird stuff going on at school today between the clowns, cockroaches, and vomit," Castiel says cocking an eyebrow at Dean.

"Tell me about it. Sometimes I just wish I could hit a restart button, and start the day over without all the weird," Dean shakes his head.

"You know Charlie Bradbury right? If it was possible to program a restart button I would talk to her," Castiel replies. "We are in Computer Science together, and I think she knows more about the subject than our teacher."

"Oh yeah, I know Charlie. We have been best friends since kindergarten," Dean tells Castiel. "And I have no doubt that she is smarter than your Computer Science teacher."

"Do you mind me asking what that charm is on your necklace?" Castiel asks.

"Oh, just this thing from my uncle. Supposed to ward off evil things or bad spirits." Dean tells Castiel.

"I guess that would be a good thing to wear if you were afraid of demon possession," Castiel deadpans.

"Uh..." Dean finds himself at a loss for a response. Dean has the sneaking suspicion that Castiel has figured out everything about “beta testing” Charlie’s soulmate app. He considers changing course from circling the school, and instead running flat out the entire way back to his house. Maybe Charlie can get him an assumed identity.

Before Dean has a chance to flee, Castiel continues the conversation. “Do you have a cat in a locker somewhere?" He asks with interest.

"Of course not," Dean tries to hold back a laugh and fails. "Charlie was supposed to take that off the list. So I guess you found me out." Dean glances towards Castiel to get a read on his expression.

"Well, I did tell Charlie I'd give her app a chance," Castiel replies with a soft smile towards Dean. "Would you like to go on a date with me later? Maybe we can find out if we are soulmates or not."

"Yeah, Cas," Dean says with a dazzling smile. "I really would like that."

[yui-kuromori]

MBAV au

Where Ethan is a banshee, Lydia Martin style.

He starts hearing voices in his head, and grandma Weir, still thinking he’s just a seer, thinks it’s an extension of his visions.

He starts having nightmares, and dozing off for increasingly longer periods of time during the day. Benny is obviously concerned, and takes to holding his hand so he wont trip, or hit something.

One night he wakes up barefooted and cold, only to find himself alone, in the middle of the night, in the cemetery, hands dirty with gravedirt.

He calls Benny, and they go back to the Weir house.

Grandma checks him for curses, but finds nothing.

Ethan finds an old box full of records, that belonged to his grandmother, he plays a few, and the music is soft and haunting, and once in a while, if he focuses really hard, he can almost hear a name or two being whispered in the middle of the melody.

The gang gathers up for movie night, and Ethan plays one of the records while arranging snacks.

And everyone looks at him weird.

Turns out, the records aren’t playing music, they’re playing static noise. Plain, void static.

They don’t have much time to think about it tho, because a day or two later, an enemy coven of vampires pops up to try and take over whitechapel.

They’re fighting, and one of them sinks their claws into the soft flesh of Rory’s arm.

And Ethan screams.

It’s an awful shrieking sound that has all the enemy vampire’s ears bleeding, and after that, it’s pretty easy to finish them off.

They go back to grandma and she explains to Ethan what he is.

Now, instead of visions, he has voices in his head and he listens to his grandma’s records to get answers whenever the monster of the week (tm) shows up. He can protect himself as well, screaming bloody murder until his enemies fall to the floor.

[fanartfunart]

OMG I LOVE THIS Do you have any head canons for king dad?

Do I?? I have no idea lemme check in the back of my brain. Ah yess here we go:

(it got long. warnings for letting children have weapons, destruction, discussion of pregnancy/brief allusion to sex, like, just in theory, bribery, dirty children and baths, screaming children (roman. it’s pretty much only roman who’s screaming so much)…yee.)

He didn’t always have a beard. it’s just that one time he forgot to shave and Remus LOVED the beard and after a brief explanation that ‘no you can’t have one yet’ and about how beards come into existence, and a cheerful declaration that “Until I’m is older, Dad can safeguard The Face Hair Reserves!”… “wELp, I guess it stays!?”

that also caused a explanation about different styles of facial hair there is and whoops now Remus is obsessed with drawing mustaches on himself (and occasionally his brother. who shrieks over it. fun times.)

Roman asked how babies were made one day and Patton had to scoop him up and try to cover both of their ears as King Dad moved to talk about All the gory details of pregnancy.

“oh yea and there’s that part before that… frankly, not as important. Just know that one parent carries the baby and the other parent gives them the second half of the embryo.”

Logan and Remus on the other hand enjoyed this lecture rather thoroughly.

(and if this isn’t a human au, he finished this whole thing with “But that’s not how YOU were made, you were just like… thought up. And ‘Blip!’ Babies.” Which was endlessly disappointing to Remus.)

Roman and Remus actually tend to be very nice to each other, Especially when playing pretend.

Pops though? When he’s not the Quest Giver, Dad gets to be the unknowing monster/damsel (sometimes both at once. a Dramatic Turn of Events) in the majority of their games and gets randomly “attacked” and “saved” often. This usually results in stabs to the knees and tackle-hugs that tug him away from whatever he was doing. ….He doesn’t mind it much.

Again- King Dad: “But they like them” Patton, frantic: “They’re gonna get HURT, you don’t give kids Swords” King: “Actually Remus got a morning star” Patton: “HE GOT A WHAT?” King: “He preferred it over a sword.” *distant, but Very Clear sound of something being whacked with a morning star and Remus CACKLING* King: “Awww See?” Patton: “Dear heaven above, help me.”

(Patton: “DONT hit your brother!!” Remus and Roman, intending to duel: “Dad lets us hit/stab each other all the time tho?”)

Surprisingly, the twins never got hurt with the weapons in the brief period they had them. However, there was a Significant amount of damage done to their room.

King’s main solution to most communication problems is things such as “Have you tried bribery? Bribery usually works.”

This is probably why Roman has so many stuffed animals. (He’s the best at ‘bartering’ his way through anything.)

King has frantically exclaimed “I ONLY HAVE SO MANY HANDS” so often.

And then Deceit showed up.

And now Remus is calling Dad OUT. You GOTTA have more hands, where are you hiding them?

King has a habit of saying things that aren’t Really The Same Connotations-wise but Still Comprised of Synonyms. Much to the confusion of his children, the frustration of Logan, and often the concern of Patton. 

He’s also fluent in Meme. no matter what era or au you place him in. Some castle in the 1400s? Fluent in Meme. Thomas’s Mind, 2020? Fluent in meme.

Remus: *is Remus* King: why is he doing that… actually- How is he doing that?!?…is he supposed to do that? is that a Kid Thing?

Despite common belief, Remus is usually the cleanest child. Roman meanwhile, managed to get into the mud, has leaves (and probably bugs) in his hair, and even some feathers/fur from what one must assume is from a wild animal.

King: “Where did you GO?” Roman: “outside” King: ????? Roman: *points to the most Innocent looking patch of forest/clearing* I was just right there. King: ???????????!?

Remus is just as likely to get dirty, it’s just that he likes baths (splashing his dad/brother and being the Kraken sinking pirate ships is fun). Roman meanwhile, will fight tooth and nail to get out of it.

However, they’ll have a little father/sons ‘spa day’ ever so often, and Roman likes those. It’s become a regular thing because it’s the easiest way to get Roman to be clean without the danger of getting your eardrums damaged from screaming. (he can’t do it too often though because Roman gets suspicious. He’s very attached to being dirty. helps every day feel like an adventure.)

I’ll just keep doing this until I run out of thoughts so I’m just gonna stop here.

He’s a good dad tho.

Just. Entirely unprepared. And Tired.

[secret-engima]

‘Taur verse- how do Nyx and Nox meet in this verse? And can I also get some moar Nyx headcanons?

-Ohhhh Nyx is on the night shift and hears strange noises coming from the glaive training ground, sneaks in and finds an insomniac Nox practicing his katas and tripping all over himself because Four Legs And Tail. Nyx assumes the klutziness is that he’s a self-taught abused dragon kid and after watching him suffer a while, throws caution to the wind and asks if he wants help. Nox flares his wings and snarls in surprise, then immediately settles and hesitantly agrees. Nyx calls Lib and asks him for a favor and Lib is ... extremely cranky about taking over her shift but he agrees so Nyx spends the rest of the night walking Nox through basic weapon katas. Nox privately finds her Coeurl half fascinating.

-Hmmmm moar Nyx head canons it is!

-Neither of her parents were Coeurls. Her mother was a leopard and her father was a wolf, actually, but her great-great-grandfather was a Coeurl so they weren’t ... TOO shocked when Nyx popped out as a Coeurl kitten. Still shocked, but not as much as they could have been. The Ulrics were blessed with that form more than any other Galahdian Clan.

-Selene is a wolf and I am randomly deciding that in this AU she survived Galahd, she just lost a rear leg in the invasion and aftermath. Still, being the last two of their Clan makes them Sad.

-Nyx is used to people staring, but not for the stares to be ... nice. Admiring. Sure the Galahdians think her taur half is cool, but Insomnians? Not so much. Wild animal, they whisper, monster, feral. She smothers the hurt from it.

-She’s surprised at how easily Nox accepts her, sure he eyes her, but she quickly realizes he eyes everyone that way, like he’s trying to wrap his head around them. It makes her wonder just how poorly socialized Nox was as a hatchling. Or if its just a side-effect of being a dragon who’s had to hide as a lizard for who knows how long.

-Still as warptastic as ever, loves to make flying warp pounces.

-Nyx will jam herself into the randomest spaces for naps when off duty. At first this was actually kitten instinct when she was a bby, but now as a glaive she revived the habit just to make her fellow glaives laugh (that and it’s fun to make the Crownsguard shriek when they happen to FINALLY glance up and see a Coeurltaur lounging above them, watching them with glittering eyes (it’s funny that even the other cats will freak. What, have they never thought of doing this?)

-The first time Nyx sees Nox flying her breath is gone. There’s no romantic attraction in her awe (he’s way to young for that at the time, only 15 and all) but rather she’s astounded by his twisting, reckless flight. Regis rarely flies in public and Noctis is still too young to be impressive, so to see someone so ... free. It makes her heart swell. She wants to do that. She wants to be up there flying like that. She always has, it’s what makes her so warptastic. She’s almost jealous, that he can FLY.

-When she was a kitten and Libertus was a colt, she liked to jump onto his back and hitch a ride. Technically she’s an adult and technically she shouldn’t do it anymore because its seen as scandalous.

-She does it anyway. Because Libertus is naturally Big in this AU (sure, still in the range of human height, but his draft horse half makes him Tall, tho not as tall as Captain) and even if she’s a bigger-sized cat, she can still flop on his hindquarters and hitch a ride when she’s tired. Libertus complains, but never bucks her off unless she says something Stupid.

[clown-bait]

Monster Family CH8 (Monster Roommate AU)

ONLY 7 MORE DAYS GUYS!!!! IM SO EXCITED! Until then tho, pregnant tentacle sex anyone?

Ch8

Skinny Dipping

"Why do you hate the librarian?" The question caught Pennywise off guard and he nearly swallowed half the lake as he flailed out of his floating position. "Like I know parts of his story but I want your side too." It took the eldritch a moment to think carefully as Leech tried to justify her curiosity. He had never told anyone about what happened then. Finally, he stood out of the water porcelain flesh backlit by the pale moon and faux fireflies. Leech wouldn't forget the ferocity in his features as he relived the memory. The creature shook himself violently like a dog does to relieve tension. His hair while still loose dried instantly and his costume covered his lean pale skin. The massive clown sat down next to his mate. "You will not like what you see." He finally said. "I was not the same then, I mocked emotions, I was cruel. Like a child plucking the wings off a butterfly." His voice warbled through the air as the dancing yellow lights dimmed and faded away. A small hand took his glove and long black nails ran over the fabric. "You're still evil now…. but that’s what I signed up for isn't it?" His mate said softly.

His glove left her and instead pulled her into his lap. "I would have gobbled you up without a second thought darling." He purred his hand sliding over their brood. Leech let out an amused huff and settled into his warm silk. "I don't believe that you're a complete hopeless romantic." She joked, earning her a playful growl and a nip to her ear. "Close your eyes and see." Pennywise whispered into her skull kissing the cold skin softly. When she obeyed it was as if her imagination had been hijacked, suddenly the warm summer night was a stormy day and she stood in the storm drain on the corner of Witcham and Jackson street. "27 years ago, I was a very different clown." A voice echoed in her head. "It started with a boy. My biggest mistake." A little boy in a raincoat ran to the entrance of the drain and squatted down. Leech knew what came next.

She had seen Penny hunt before. It was brutal but then again she was no better sometimes. This one felt painful to witness. "Like a child plucking the wings off a butterfly." her lover's words echoed in her head. She felt his starvation, his want to destroy something innocent. She could feel Pennywise's every desire in the moment and the satisfaction of when he got it. The memories thumbed forward like the turning of pages a girl named Betty torn in half through teeth and claws that weren't her own. A young Mike Hanlon trembled in the doorway of the old butcher shop. The Jewish boy Stanley and his flute woman, the new kid Ben and the ghosts of Derry's past. Eddie, Beverly, Richie, and finally the brother Bill who Leech could feel the clown’s particular malice towards. He craved them all and patiently marinated his meat before slaughter. They were to be his grand finale. His memories of that summer overwhelmed her. The shock of being discovered, the first experience of pain, his fear of his immortality being questioned. Then that final fight deep in his lair. She felt his fear and all the emotions that he had so eagerly mocked overcoming him. She saw and felt everything he felt. Feeling his terror of mortality and death brought tears to her eyes. Then the powerful creature had been bested and had decided in present-day, his mate had seen enough. Time slowed for the vampire and she was herself once more staring at the blue-eyed creature in front of her.

"Oh my god…..were the same…." she said quietly. "Our biggest fears…" cold hands touched his face and her thumbs ran over his puffy cheeks. "We’re the same Pen." She smiled pulling the eldritch to her lips. He despised the Losers for what they did to him but he would thank them for one thing, the chance to experience emotions like this.

"Now play the part of you getting your ass beat by pre-teens again" his mate giggled and the clown pulled back and snarled.

"That is not funny."

"It's a little bit funny."

Pennywise frowned for a moment then grinned wickedly. his arms shot out at his mate and trapped her in a vice-like grip which began to pull her to the water as she squealed insults and curses at him.

"PEN NO! FUCK YOU THIS IS A NEW DRESS!" She shrieked and kicked but her clown was quick and she ended up back in the lake anyway.

She rose from the water pissed and soaked to the bone her new dress hung heavy over her body revealing curves and swells in her figure. A pleased rumble left the eldritch’s throat. "Mock me again and I’ll rip that pretty little garment clear off." He snarled and pulled her forward in the water tendrils slithered up her legs from the depths. "Or maybe that’s what you want me to do." He growled as a long tentacle slipped up her thigh. "You’ll owe me a new one." The vampire hissed and squirmed half-heartedly. "I'd get you a thousand if it meant I could see this pretty sight." He purred and cupped the curve of her ass in his massive hands. "My pretty mate so wet and feisty." His hand swatted her rear with a crack Leech's claws dug into the wet silk of the clown’s costume. His hands hiked her wet dress over the swell of her backside inky black tentacles replaced his hands squeezing the soft flesh and the clown explored her other curves in the waist-deep water.

"You’re growing so fast sweet thing" he murmured his voice almost shaking with excitement as his hands and tendrils touched her belly. "I’ve made you swell so much. Will miss seeing you like this….might have to do it again next cycle."

"Absolutely not!"

"Hmm then I will carry them."

"You’re kidding! You? Pregnant? Pen you’re already needy as it is!" Leech squirmed a bit but a large python like tendril curled around her chest. She snapped her razor fangs at him before he could reach her neck letting out a low chitter as he caught her jaw and quickly drug her deeper into the water.

"Little hunter is feisty today."

"You’re supposed to be making it up to me asshole." She squirmed and hissed.

"And still so jealous! As if I'd let anyone else know me as you do. They are unworthy."

"Then give me what you owe me." Leech snarled back and he held her cool soft cheek against his razor fangs.

"Say please." The clown hissed as his teeth retraced in anticipation barely able to put them away before his mate's lips were frantically pressing against his own.

They crashed together in a frenzy of claws and tendrils pennywise dragged her under the surface stealing her breath and rubbing a particularly thick and long tentacle between her legs as he kissed her. They broke the surface and leech gasped for air one tentacle holding the back of her head as her clown bit and sucked her neck. A chorus of "pleases" spilled from her lips as her new dress was gently pulled off her till they were skin to skin his tendrils pulling open her legs and seating her around his waist.

"I will no longer wait. You have teased me enough today made my knees shake with want. Little thing makes me feel in ways others cannot."

"You could just say you love me." Leech smirked and a tendril squeezed her neck as something hard pressed into her pussy.

"I love you." He growled through fangs as his hips pressed up sinking her further down onto him.

Leech let out a whimper as he stretched her "Fuuuck th-that's big- shit!"

Pennywise groaned and trailed off into a chuckle. "Too much?" He sneered as his hips bucked slowly. She gasped at the stretch and bit under her eldritch's jaw. "No….never….more I want more." Leech panted and traced her own claws down his neck and into the water sliding. They over his lower back and she began to press her nails into him as if to spur him to push deeper. It seemed to deliver the intended message and water splashed as he thrust in harder, beginning a rhythm.

"Who's needy now." He growled and pulled her legs open wider. More tendrils joined them one protectively around her swollen belly and one slithered up between her breasts as others pushed them together so the appendage could slide between them. Leech gave her mate a look and he made a laugh like gurgle as he leaned in to suck on her neck "So soft, so squishy." He growled as his tentacles kneaded the cool soft flesh. Leech could feel his fangs at her neck as he thrusted below the surface, each pant sending warm breath over her cold wet skin. His tongue felt extra hot as it ran over her flesh and when she shuddered his tendrils squeezed tighter in excitement.  Leech threw her head back and let him pound into her listening to the water slosh back and forth in waves around them. Her clown groaned as her claws pulled his damp hair increasing his pace turning the gentle waves into violent splashes. "Ngh...mmm tongue….out.. now!" he could barely speak his command and growled in pleasure when he felt the cool wet muscle slide up and down the tendril fucking his mate's gravid breasts. "Good girl.."he shuddered and gripped her backside harshly "good goooood girl." Leech smiled as she licked him watching her primordial god come utterly undone for her as she gently sucked the tip of his tentacle. A heartbeat later, the clown smirked to himself and watched as her expression changed when a small thin tendril licked a stripe in the vampire's back door. Leech gasped and nearly went stiff in his arms still being bounced on his cock by tentacles. "Pen...mm.. what are you doing?" She gasped.

"Making it up to you." He panted out and swirled the tip around her tight hole like a tongue. "Gonna make you float Peachy. Give you want you want. Float with me, love. Float."

His small tentacle eased in and both moaned in pleasure Leech going almost limp in his grasp as little ball like bumps formed in the tendril. Her senses were completely shot, all she could hear were her mate's obscene growling and her own high pitched moans. The tendril around her stomach slithered and caressed their brood as if to hold them safe from what he was doing to their mother. Leech twitched from the impending knot forming inside her, knowing she wouldn't be able to hold this orgasm back. As if sensing it himself Pennywise's tendril between her breasts slithered around her throat and brought her close to him and she could feel his fangs on the shell of her ear. "Float….float with me." He hissed. Hearing the desperation in his voice sent her over the edge and Leech nearly screamed her orgasm.  "Yes..yesssss…." the eldritch groaned as her body squeezed and shuddered joining her with his own release in both her holes and face.

They bobbed on the surface of the lake panting wildly with exhaustion. Eventually, the tentacles receded and Leech dunked her face underwater to clean herself coming back up to hold her monster. Pennywise affectionately petted his mate's head against him as she used him as a life ring, his own release exhausted him more than he anticipated. He stopped when he spotted a very tall very upset looking figure on the bank of the river.

"Hey you alright?" Leech mumbled weakly, softly kissing his neck. "Pen?"

"Vorhees." He snarled. Leech released her mate and groaned.

"Shit! My phone's on the shore. We can't call the exterminator."

"I am more than capable of defending you dear. We do not need to get Kruger. " The clown snarled.

"You'll be fighting him all night I want to go to dinner."

"It will take me five minutes Peachy."

"Yeah, and you'll end up getting stabbed then I'm taking care of you for the rest of the night. I know how this goes Pen, this happens every time we fuck outside. Also, why isn't he yelling?"

The clown grunted and shut his eyes "The riot you started on Halloween. Throat injury."

"And lemme guess he has a grudge. Fanfuckingtastic." Leech groaned as the undead giant raised his machete pointing to the spot his vocal chords had been maimed. "Guess we have no choice but to kick his butt."

"You won't be doing anything."

"Yes I will, there's two of us and one of him."

"You are pregnant."

"Just because you knocked me up doesn't mean I can't still punch people!"

"He has a weapon Peachy!"

"And I have five on each hand!"

Jason had shuffled to a rock to sit down as he waited for the pair to stop arguing. He pulled out a white board and began to write hoping to get things moving. The giant threw a stone at Pennywise then pointed to what he wrote. Can I just kill you so I can go home?

"Why don't you just leave us alone instead!" Leech called out from the middle of the lake.

You guys were clearly breaking the rules on premarital sex in the woods sorry! Jason wrote back.

"Enough of this." Pennywise growled and sunk into the water moving through it like a crocodile as he glared at the giant.

"Can you at least hand me a towel first." Leech complained as her mate dragged her to the shore.

"You! I am fed up with being disturbed. Peachy say I do so we may be left in peace."

"The fuck does that mean?"

"Say it."

"Hand me a fucking towel first and tell me what the fuck is going on."

An annoyed and impatient rumble escaped the clown's lips as he tossed Leech's towel to her. "And what do we say?"

"I-I do? Pen what-"

"Excellent I declare us married now leave." The eldritch pointed at the giant then to the woods.

"What the fuck?!" Leech hissed pulling her towel around herself. Her clown arched an eyebrow then grunted in realization quickly leaning down to peck his mate on the lips before grinning smugly. "Leave." He sneered and lazily rested an arm over his apparently new bride. Jason looked just as confused as the nosferatu.

"I married us you may no longer disturb me or my mate."

"The fuck does that mean Pen?" Leech snarled at him holding her towel up as best she could

"I own the town" he shrugged.

"Oh my God. So this was…"

"Official yes."

The vampire's breath caught in her throat. Did she just get married? In a towel? To Pennywise? Air she needed air. No, wait she needed to sit. Her stress was too high the babies were already exhausting her.

"Can you both just excuse me for just a second." The vampire walked to the edge of the water and promptly passed out face-first onto a large stone. Her body twitched and vomited ichor before going completely still.

Pennywise stared at her for a moment then back to where Jason was standing. Then back to his still unconscious wife. This did not go as planned. Not at all.

[pearlsartblog2019]

Monster Verse AU: Part Five

SPG  Monster Verse AU: Part Five 

Notes: Notes: Don’t own SPG… all of those lovelies belong to the bennetts and co. I just do strange things in stories with the characters for fun. 

Don’t own Sprocket  Or Dex they be long to the very awesome: https://spg-fanbot-cousins.tumblr.com/

Pearl is my own character and is used in this and several other stories. Time period note : This is the start of the part of the story which is set in modern times.. The year is about 2018-early 2019. Hope you like! Enjoy the show..

   Honestly.. The night had started out normal enough her new lil human Cousin Specter playing happily on his Pappa’s web. Somehow managing to not stick to the thing and spending time with her other Cousin Dex in his rolly polly wolf form. 

Nothing odd or sinister here at all.

But no.. she realized.. That wasn’t quite right. One of the quartet was missing. 

The batch of mischief makers that kept all the older members of the walter clan on their respective monstrous toes, Was nowhere to be found.  Indeed Sprocket realized she hadn't seen her younger sister in several days. SO either she was upset about something, or something else was wrong. 

She uncolied her long silver tail from its “arm chair” position and headed for the door. 

Both of her aunts were out in the hallway having a quiet conversation that she just barely caught the tail end of.

“No,” Aunt rabbit said, “he’s not seen her in days and Spine is worried to death.”

“So she’s hiding?” Aunt Upgrade asked, “did she and the other kids have a fight?”

Rabbit shook her head, “no the kids have been fine. Getting along great actually for a change. Spine think’s its something else.. Something worse. He’s afraid…”

“Of what?” Sprocket demanded of her two aunts, “What’s Dad afraid of and what’s it got to do with Pearl?”

The two older monster bots, A Kitsune and Succubus respectively got worried looks on their faces.

“Sprocket, honey, “ upgrade told her, “I think you might need to talk to your dad about it 

Kiddo. Something bad might be wrong with your sister. “

“What?” Sprocket demanded, “Wrong like how?” The lil naga snarled. 

“Wrong like she might be sick honey,” Her aunt continued, “Really sick you and yer dad need to find her as fast as you can."

Suddenly any good feelings were gone and the Naga girl turned and slithered away as fast as her tail could carry her. Away from the tv/ sitting room and in the direction of her little sister's room.

her baby sister Pearl was like their father. Truth is Sprocket was adopted, which is why a high level Vampire like the Spine had a naga child. But no differences had ever been made between the two lil girls. Pearl having been born after the dashing Vampire Lord saved the lil silver naga from the streets. 

Spine had gone away to help deal with a pack of monster hunters in the orient that were harassing some of his people. When the silver vampire lord had returned from the trip a year later.. it had been with his second daughter in his arms, and a heart broken by her mother having died. 

Now in their long lives the  younger daughter was starting to come of age and things were changing.. a lot.

Changes that The Spine had knew were coming but had not spoken to his older daughter about, because he hoped his own nature in Pearl would be enough to keep them from happening.  He honestly should have known, his lover's will and nature were as strong as his own. She changed them only for his love when she realized some of her ideas were wrong. Still, what she was couldn't be denied and now it was surfacing in Pearl, worrying Spine sick.

That is the shape his older daughter found him in as he hurried down the hall to get to Pearl's room.

"dad!!" sprocket called, "what's wrong!?"

Spine made a face, "your aunts have incredibly large mouths... you know that? I told them NOT to tell you."

The lil silver naga shrugged, "Nah they are evil geniuses .. they knew you'd need my help.. So what the hell is going on with pearl? Shes not been out of her room in three days."

Spine sighed, "I'll tell you everything but we need to get there as fast as possible. Maybe what i think happened has not. Maybe she's just in a bad mood. Let's make sure before we fly off the handle."

The pair of them got to the door of Pearl's room and knocked. Nothing for a full minute and a half. Usually the lil thing was prompt in her politeness and came right to the door. Tonight tho, and for several nights hence there had been nothing.

"Lets see if its locked," Sprocket told her father.

She tried the handle and the door swung inward on its hinges with no trouble whatsoever. The inside of the room was cold and dark and of her lil sis there was no sign.

"Is she even here?" Sprocket looked around, "Pearl doesn't hunt she usually gets hers from what you bring home for her right?"

Spine nodded and continued to look around.

"yes," he told her, "It was easier on her. She was a bit too young yet to learn how to hunt. Doing so without killing the human requires some skill and I didn't want her to have to deal with that. "

"Yah no i gots," Sprocket nodded and slid deeper into the room, "She's too sweet for that any how."

She peeped into the bed and found nothing. Stuck her head into the closet and again nothing.

"ok well if she's not hunting, and she's not out in the manor " She looked around, "Where is she?"

"I don't know," Spine told her worriedly, "Let me look at something."

He headed over to pearl's desk and found what he was looking for, a dorm size refrigerator. He cracked the door open and looked inside. Small containers of blood lined the inside of the cooling unit, it was almost full.

THAT made him stop. It was friday night. He always brought her blood back with him from his saturday night hunting expeditions. The cooling unit should have been almost empty by this point in the week. But he could see that it was still almost full.

"Oh no," He could feel the horror slide over his sliver face, "oh please no...."

"Dad..." Sprocket started.

She slightly backed away from Spine because she had never seen her father behave in such a manner. He looked utterly horrified, at himself. 

That was a look she never thought she'd see on her father's face. He had long ago reconciled his vampire lord status, vowing that even if he needed blood to live he'd never willingly kill someone to get it. Vowed to always be compassionate and gentle with the lil human females that Gave the Silver Lord what he and his precious daughter needed to live. 

now tho.. he looked completely disgusted with himself. 

Sprocket backed up more and her coils touched something that felt like solid ice. 

She twisted around to get a good look at what she had bumped into and screamed bloody murder. The cold thing she had touched was the limp, lifeless body of her lil sister.

"PEARL!!" the naga shrieked and dove for her lil sister, wrapping her warm tail around the ice like lil vampire. "Pearl! Pearl please wake up! Pearl!"

The other girl remained unconscious, not responding to her sister's tearful cries or shaking sobs.  all she could do was hold her sister tightly and rubbing the icy lil hand trying to get her to wake up.

"Dad!" Sprocket looked up, "Dad whats wrong with her! Why is she like this! Did someone come in here and hurt her!? What happened?"

The look on Spine's face told his older daughter that his heart was breaking for both her and her  younger sibling. Now the truth would come out and there wasn't one damned thing he could do to protect the two of them from it any more.

"I was afraid of this," He replied softly, " Here..." 

He removed two of the containers from the cooling unit and went over to his children.

"Can you hold her up for me Sprocket," He asked softly, "She needs blood, I have to see if I can get her to swallow this. I hope she's so out of it right now she won't realize what is going on."

"What? " The naga girl looked at her father as tho he had suddenly sprouted a second head but did as he asked and changed the way she was holding her sister. Propping her head up on her shoulder. 

Spine infinitely gentle as he sat down next to his little girls and opened one of the tops of the containers. 

"Come on lil one, " He told Pearl Softly, "You need to swallow this, even if you don't like it any more."

He held it up for her and she was out of it enough to operate on instinct and drink it. 

Sprocket held her sister until her father had gotten her to swallow both of the containers and then let the younger girl go from her coils as Spine carried his  younger daughter to her bed.

"What do you mean "She doesn't like it any more."? " Sprocket demanded, "She's a vampire. ... "

Spine sat pearl down on her pillows and pulled the blanket around her, "No sprocket.. She's not. "

"Say again, " The naga's eyes were now the size of silver dollars.

Spine sighed, "Pearl is a dhampir... A half breed. Her mother.....Was as human vampire hunter. "

spine got that look of utter self loathing on his face again and smoothed the hair off his younger daughters face, "And her mother's blood ... is finally starting to come out. "