#rip vlad's car

[wandixx]

I had so much trouble with this one tbh. My markers don't agree with my line art tools and make it all smudgy, so I have to put colors before fully erasing sketch and I usually find a way to make it work but here I just couldn't. And she doesn't look as feral as I wished she did

I like there hair though. Hair is probably my favourite thing to draw on characters

What do you think about it?

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Kp X Dp Crossover in” The Ultimate Enemy”

Its been 2 years Since she Moved away from Middleton to Amity Park, Saphira Is Being Disguised as a 14 year Old Human Girl with white hair and blue eyes and transfer to Amity park High..there She met danny and became good friends...real good friends..No one Even Knows that She’s a 129 year old Kitsune..However..Her fathers Good friend and a good partner Name “Vlad Masters” Already Knew about Saphira’s Own Disguises..One day...The Day of the C.A.T just arrived, But it was no problem with her..She’s extremely smart and studied very well indeed...but However She sees Danny acting alot strange lately During the test..but then..She use her kitsune eyes and saw The Older version of the ghost form just comes out of his back and Vanished...She should’ve Swore She saw something that was..Unfamiliar...But then that Night..She hears the explosion...and next day..The death of fentons family was shown in the news..and Danny is a Soul Survivor...She goes and check on Vlad masters in human Disguises...She can tell when Vlad was Worried about danny..She sees Her good friend danny asleep in the Operating table.strapped in..

Vlad told Saphira that He need to get Danny’s “ghost” out of him and rid it off..but then..Saphira said Saphira:”Vlad..are you mad!?..His ghost Wasn’t stable!..I’m warning..if you rip His “Ghost” out of him..It’ll be Unstable..and It’ll hurt you..and take your ghost and fuse with it...i beg you Vlad..Heed My warns...If your going to do that...there’s going to be  Dire Consequenses...it’ll fuse yours..and turn into something..you don’t want to see..”  Saphira “DID�� warned him though..after she left and Drive her camaro out...until..She hears Danny’s Ghost screaming...” OH SHIT!” She said in the panicked Tone and began To floor it as her camaro drives Faster as a race car...Her heart was racing..until she sees the explosion and Him flown off..and saphira said “ we are in serious trouble.” She was scared and began to drive off passed Amity park..but she called Valerie (Whom she knew about saphira’s disguises as well) to keep an eye out on fentons home.. and then..She disappeared to the swamps Where she began to hide from the new Phantom that was threatening to come after her...10 years later..Saphira Drive back to Amity park..She went through the ghost shields and parked to the fentons home..it was a Night time..and she wears a Black Cloak and began to knocking on the Door..and she said” Valerie...Valerie,, please open the Door..” She looked left and Right with Worried..the whole town is Safe under the Protection of the ghost shields..but it won’t be Long..valerie opens the door and lets her in..She was relieved that saphira had return safely..Until the Next day..Something happens...Saphira woke up and Heard the Ghostly Wail..Saphira began to get out of the home and got on Her horse and said” I gotta get out of Here! He’s coming!!” but then...She turns to her Watch as it began to Show him the two red eyes in the dark..and His voice was grimmed and he said...

[chitty-chitty-bang-bang-bang]

Vlad, Viago and Deacon as parents [pt. 3]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4]

Requested by @italakthoughts (btw, is it pronounced like “eehtalak” or “aytalak”?)

Author’s note: There will be some angst in this part, sorry guys, couldn’t help myself. This is probably the last part of this as headcanons, but I might make a one shot later. Also, I am still open to requests, but I will be a bit slower with posting, bc college is kicking my ass so hard it’s ridiculous.

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All three have their favourite game to play with you.

For Deacon it’s tag. You run around the whole house, climbing walls and ceilings, turning into bats or dogs and always trying to outsmart each other.

With all the excessive energy both of you have, this is literally the perfect activity to get you to fall asleep faster, because your tag is hardcore. A human wouldn’t stand a chance.

With Vlad it’s blind man’s buff. Because of vampire’s heightened sensitivity, this game becomes all the more challenging for the one hiding, because you have to move very smoothly and be completely silent.

Of course, Vladislav still senses where you are, but he likes to give way to you. Your happy smile whenever you win is absolutely worth it.

Viago always goes for hide and seek. At first, you weren’t a very good at it and chose the most obvious hiding places. But with time you improved to the point, where Viago sometimes legitimately wonders if he lost you.

When he can’t find you for way too long, he just gives up and asks you to come out of your hiding place.

You also do a lot of tea parties together.

Just imagine the three of them sitting at a tiny table with toy cups filled with blood.

You usually made up some kind of weird circumstances for the party. For example, you pretend that you’re aristocratic mice, who conquered a cat’s lair and now celebrate your victory with a tea party. Or you are all wives of a wealthy king and you plot his murder to share the power between the four of you.

They really get into their imaginary roles. Though sometimes this can lead to them getting a bit carried away and actually starting a fight over a fictional event.

Nick and Stu often join in as well.

You really like playing with Vlad’s hair, since he has the longest out of the three and that means you can do a lot of funny hairdos. He doesn’t really mind, as long as you’re careful to not rip anything out (it grows back very fast, but it’s still an unpleasant feeling).

Deacon often gives you piggyback rides anywhere and everywhere. You basically use him as a jungle gym and while it sometimes annoys him, he rarely protests.

In winter, Viago always takes you ice skating. Even though you’re a vampire and you can’t catch a cold (or feel cold for that matter), he still insist on you wearing very warm clothes. People might think he’s not taking good care of his kid!

When they go to New York for the vampiric council duties (shoutout to wwdits show), they take you with them. Viago definitely takes you to see a musical. He’s not bailing on that. And it’s probably going to be something incredibly campy. Probably Andrew Lloyd Webber too.

You and Deacon have an absolute blast in the NY subway, scaring random people to death with little to no repercussions or getting into the last car and drinking whoever dared to sit there alone.

Some random blogger accidentally caught you and Vladislav turning into bats in an alleyway of Manhattan on video. So you had to hunt him down and hypnotise his whole audience into forgetting about the existence of that footage. It felt nice to be famous even if only for a bit.

As any flatting situation, these three have a lot of bickering and arguments.

They really try to avoid having any of those arguments in front of you, but sometimes it gets out of control. In those cases, they try to either deflate it or just ask you to leave the room and let them sort this out.

Petty or not, parents’ arguments are not something a child should be watching.

If you ever die from being burnt by sunlight or get killed by a vampire slayer they will be utterly devastated.

Vladislav is probably the best at handling it. He grieves silently by himself, reminiscing about all the fun silly things you’d say and do when he wasn’t in the mood. With time, the sadness numbs. But there is still that gaping emptiness somewhere in his immortal soul.

Viago would never forgive himself. Maybe if he took better care of you, if he paid more attention, if he took more precautions, if he kept a closer eye on you, if he was just by your side at the right time… maybe you’d still be running through the halls of this dusty house…

Deacon is just furious. He’s furious at whatever caused your death and he’s furious at you for being so reckless and getting yourself killed. Why do his closest ones keep leaving him so suddenly?

But that won’t happen obviously, you’re not dumb enough to die twice ;)

Genuinely, your time with them could be considered one of the happiest periods of your life. And if you tell them that, they will feel very proud of themselves.

All three of them really mean well and want to give you the childhood they never had.

[dead-lights]

deadcanons: the vatores (earlyish stuff)

I've been slowly typing up headcanons lately while I'm waiting on renders - I'll put them up as I finish them! These are my ramblings about what I think the vatores' early vampire years were like, starting a bit before Lilith turned and ending around when Caleb was a prime vampire. This is pretty long.

Caleb, Lily, and Lilith were born in Veronaville in the late 1930s/early 1940s, meaning they came of age as occults in the 1960s.

Lilith met Vlad shortly after her parents, along with Lily’s, died in a horrific car accident back in the good ol’ days before cars were required to have seat belts (which btw, in the US wasn't until 1968). He preyed on her grief and her fear of death and human weakness. At the time, Lily was lost in her own grief and Caleb was jealous of the attention Lilith was getting from Vlad.

While Vlad was absolutely manipulating Lilith, she did ask to be turned.

Caleb was super naive when Lilith first turned. He thought he’d be able to spend time with his sister as usual and didn’t recognize the danger in being the lone mortal barhopping with a bunch of unruly vampires. Lilith used to hang out with the Rebellious Vampires amongst others, soooooo...

Lilith told her new vampire friends that Caleb was off-limits. No feeding, no turning.

Caleb had fairly recently finished culinary school, and was working as a sous chef in an Italian restaurant. He was so stoked.

Though Lilith respected the fact that becoming a vampire would destroy Caleb’s life - you can be a vampire, you can be an Italian chef, but you definitely cannot be both - she quickly realized that she didn’t want to do the occult thing or live the immortal life without the people she loved. Shortly before Caleb was turned, he and Lilith talked it out and decided that he should become a spellcaster, with the hope that he could cure Lily with magic and make her a spellcaster too, and then they could all be immortal together. Miss Hell got to him before he could figure out where the portal was, and their relationship with Lily only got worse from there.

Miss Hell was turned a few years before Lilith was, but they became minor vampires at around the same time. They were rivals for Vlad’s approval, and he had fun playing them off each other. Very much a "Daddy loves ME best!!!" kinda dynamic.

Miss Hell is kind of a shitty vampire - like I get big Team Rocket vibes off of her. Caleb surpassed her within a few decades.

After some petty disagreement between Lilith and Miss Hell, Vlad suggested that turning Caleb would be a hilarious prank and a great way to get back at Lilith. Vlad wanted Caleb turned because it would give him an extra level of control over Lilith, but he didn’t want to do it himself because he thought (correctly) that Lilith would never forgive him, and might even leave the coven.

Caleb felt comfortable around his sister’s new vampire friends because he didn’t think any of them would go against Lilith’s order not to harm him. He didn’t realize that Miss Hell was more of a frenemy than a friend, so one night when she asked him if he’d like to find somewhere a little more private, he really didn’t think it’d be his blood getting sucked.

Lilith was not amused by Miss Hell’s “hilarious prank.” After she found Caleb and got him safely home, she stormed over to Vlad’s mansion and tried to beat Miss Hell to death with her bare hands in front of the entire coven. At this point, Lilith had started to develop supernatural strength, and she would’ve ripped Miss Hell’s shriveled heart right out of her chest if Vlad hadn’t called her off. Vlad was very impressed by Lilith’s ferocity. She gained his favor, but he lost her loyalty. Miss Hell wound up sidelined.

Caleb has always served as Lilith’s moral compass. She is aware that she is selfish and lacks empathy - she has trouble truly caring about anyone except Caleb and Lily - and she doesn’t like that about herself. She deeply loved and respected her parents and feels bad that she struggles to live by the values they taught her. Caleb, on the other hand, has their father’s compassion and patience (as well as his ambitious and materialistic traits), and she generally looks to him as the authority on what their parents would’ve wanted. After Caleb turned, he got fully caught up in the chaos and debauchery, turning his back on the person he was. Without Caleb to moderate her worst impulses, she fully embraced her darker side.

Caleb’s journey back to the light started when he developed his guilty drinker weakness as a minor vampire. I don’t see this as just switching on like it does in-game, but rather developing over time. He had trouble figuring out what was happening to him for a long time, and it’s not like Vlad had any advice for him beyond “stop being a goddamn baby.”

Caleb met Inna at a gala the Bloodvein coven was hosting when he was a minor vampire. Bloodvein, her owner at the time, had her mesmerized and was more or less showing her off like a trophy or pet (like this promotional render). Something about that made Caleb deeply uncomfortable, though he wasn’t entirely sure why.

At that point, Caleb was struggling to maintain his place in the coven - Vlad was increasingly disappointed in him and Caleb badly wanted to win back his approval, so he had the idea to pull a hilarious prank against Bloodvein for some perceived slight. He thought it would make him look cool in front of Vlad. At first he thought about drinking from Inna - feeding on another vampire’s thrall is an enormous mark of disrespect - but something about that made him feel deeply uncomfortable, so he decided to turn her instead, essentially doing to her what Miss Hell did to him. He still feels deeply conflicted about the whole thing - he legitimately was not trying to help her and he didn’t ask permission, and yet it ended up being the best thing that could’ve happened to her. They've remained friends, though he feels incredibly guilty when he's around her.

Lilith started coming back to herself when she realized just how miserable Caleb was. If feeding on humans made Caleb feel that bad, they must be doing something horrific, even if it didn’t feel that way to her. She started making plans to get her and Caleb out of the coven.

[olath124]

I can't take a picture of him without him looking like a smug ass.

•Name

Elroy Vincennes

•Nicknames

Usually people call him Mr. Vincennes. His friends call him Elroy. His CLOSEST friends call him Roy. 

•Age

49 in 2077

•Pronouns

He/Him

•Sexuality

He doesn't care about what people have in their pants, but what's in their head. So he's pansexual, but in truth, he isn’t really interested in sex and he definitely doesn't have sex with people he's in a relationship with.

•Hair Color and style

Dark red, usually worn short and combed back.

•Eye Color

Light brown with a hint of gold. It might sound like a surprise, but they are his natural eyes. He has very little chrome and it's just aesthetic.

•Height

178 cm.

•Body Type

Quite average. He's used to creating art with metal, glass, and whatever inspires him, so he's used to some sort of hard work, but he doesn't work out.

•Personality

Clever, extrovert, enthusiastic about the best things in life. Extremely hedonist. Loves to observe people and molds himself on them. So his tone and behavior might change according to who is in front of him. Has a hard time forming romantic relationships and at this point in his life he doesn't care at all about it. 

•Tattoos

A series of paint strokes that from his fingers run through his arms. He designed and tattooed it himself and every stroke represents a close person he lost or drove away.

•Piercings

A golden stud.

•Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, etc.

A few scars on his face, gifts from a chaotic youth.

•Hobbies

Everything that's good in life. The thing he loves the most of course is art, but he's also passionate about music (old French classics he sang with his mother and classical music), fine wine, and fine dining. Literature and poetry. Vintage decors, vintage cars, high-end clothing. He truly is an eclectic character who knows and is passionate about many things.

He also consumes a few high-end drugs, as a habit at this point. A hit every morning to keep him balanced and focused.

•Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc}

He's really independent. Everyone who can pay is welcome to do business with him. Since 2070 he has had a close cooperation with Kurt Hansen.

•Do they smoke?

Yes. Rolled-up cigarettes, pipes, or cigars.

•Do they drink? If so, what's their poison of choice?

Yes, of course. Wine, French, and especially red.  Pinot Noir, Cabernet Sauvignon. He also likes the Beaujolais Nouveau, especially for the ritualistic party that he has every year with his friend Vlad (and well, the rest of France).

•What do they usually wear on a normal day?

Usually, he wears suits in dark gray, red, or black. Always with fancy fabrics. At home, he usually wears an open shirt and dark pants or a silk robe. If he's working on his artistic projects… well, tank tops and old ripped jeans. But nobody can enter his studio at this point in his life so nobody has seen him in that outfit.

•What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"?

And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".}

The suits tend to turn more eccentric and a bit more colorful. He loves brocade and tends to gravitate to autumn colors. Copper, gold, bronze, dark red, and green are colors that he loves and suit him. Sometimes he mixes feminine and masculine clothes. Skirts, high heels and so on. He likes to play with fashion.

A special occasion for him is usually a big party he's hosting. Usually on New Year's Eve. That's the only thing he considers fancy enough to spruce his outfit up at the maximum level. He dresses well anyway, but that's an over-the-top special event.

•What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon-flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.}

He uses a particular perfume his buddy has gifted him. Oud wood with patchouli and musk, with a lavender’s and saffron’s hint. 

Without it probably tobacco and alcohol.

•How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc.

Confident, really relaxed, and often smiling. He doesn't have a fast stride and doesn't need to be intimidating. The pace of someone who truly believes in himself and has nothing to prove.

•Are they more of an early bird or a night owl?

He's a “not sleep at all” guy. He sleeps from 6 to 9 every day and to him, it's already too much.

Not really, but it explains the dark circles around his eyes. 

•If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use?

Eclectic.

•What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character?

He doesn't have any particular catchphrase. He's used to change easily the way he talks, and even his accent, according to who is in front of him. But when things don't go the way he wants a muttered: "Merde". That's the only thing he says in every dire situation.

•Favorite Season

Autumn. In France. 

•Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc}

Foggy mornings that turn into cold sunny days.

•Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who?

Not actually. He isn't interested in love at this point in his life. He has friends and likes to observe them live their lives.

•Main Ship/Pairings:

None.

•Side Pairings:

He had a girl when he was young, Sophie. They were quite close, but she died of an overdose when she was 21 years old. He feels really guilty about it because he was the one procuring her drugs. Later, in his 30s he had a relationship with a young art student named Azure and a seminarist, Lasse. They were his muses and he was their mentor. He loved them in his own way but ended up driving them away because he used to have an obsessive and toxic behavior at the time (he was also way more addicted to drugs than now).

•Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings

The BrOTP with Vlad. Their relationship is weirdly positive and enriching for both of them. It's cozy.

•How do they show affection to their loved one? 

He spends time with them, sharing the thing he loves the most. Eating together, drinking together, and talking a lot. He loves to show them beautiful things: art in every form, nature, and cities. And he's also quite generous with gifts. There are really few people he cares about, but he likes to share everything he can with them.

•How do they sit in a chair?

Comfortable, calm, leaning on the backrest, legs often crossed. If it's an armchair he'd spread his arms on the armrests, if not he rests them on his lap.

•How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version}

The same as before. It's really hard to make him feel uncomfortable… and even if he is, he is really good at masking it.

•What do they wear to bed?

A few drops of Chanel n° 5. Kidding, but he doesn't wear anything. I'm afraid that some of his guests have seen him wearing only an open silk robe when he comes out for breakfast.

•How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backward, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc}

He takes his space. Usually on his back, his arm spread over a lot of cushions.

•How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short-lived, holding themselves, etc}

He usually doesn't sleep in places he feels uncomfortable (or he feels comfortable everywhere…).

•Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc}

No, he doesn't need to. If he's in France during the summer he opens the windows and listens to the sounds of nature. In certain Asus he listens to Violet playing the piano as he drifts asleep.

•What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset?

France. His family estate is in Saint-Remy-de-Provence. He loves that place, it reminds him of his mother.

•What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc}

He's rarely nervous, but when he is he tends to joke and laugh more.

•What is their "tell" for lying?

None. He's used to lying and is extremely good at it. He practically wears a mask in every social interaction, so you could argue that it's hard to differentiate when he's lying because he's always lying. So probably 2-3 people on earth know how he is while he's not wearing a mask.

•What is their favorite color?

Warm and autumn tones. Copper and gold fit him a lot and he likes them.

•Favorite flower/plant

He likes lavender and vine.

•Favorite sweet of choice

Not really a sweet person

•Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them

He has animals in his estate in Provence. The one he considers "his animal" is an old bloodhound called Siegbert II. Or Bertie. He also keeps in his estate Violet's rabbit Milky Bun.

•What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down?

He has a tiny tendency to get obsessed by people he likes… they become his muses and he tends to create a series of art pieces on them. All while being extremely ambivalent in his relationship with them. One moment he's an obsessive presence, the other he can shut himself in his studio and you won't hear from him for a week or more. He is never honest with them, he doesn't show his true feelings and he is quite cold and manipulative. He doesn't deal well with romantic relationships (or well, whatever you like to call what he does with people he loves). It's truly easier to have him as a friend. Friendship doesn't trigger this side of him.

•If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why?

He's been around a lot. When he travels for pleasure, he goes back home.

•What is their favorite comfort meal?

He likes a lot of different dishes, but the one that speaks to his heart is roasted chicken. His grandma during his family vacations used to make it and he remembers fondly that the chicken was running around the yard at 11 and at 12.30 was on the table. 

He didn't know how she prepared it so quickly, but it had a different flavor from anything he tasted in his life.

•Do they have a food they hate?

Everything industrial-made, or made without care.

•What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink?

Nonalcoholic??? Water rusts bridges, you know? But probably sparkling water. Not the type for soft drinks.

•What are their plans for the future {if they have any}?

Keep things as they are now. He's in a good place. Calm, self-content, enjoying friendships and a good life.

•What's a song that "fits" them?

Only one???? Basitlle - The Poet

•Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them

He loves to sing old French love songs.

Every time he meets with Vlad they come up with some silly thing to do together. I think that the most idiotic one so far has been going around with some vintage scooters, while dressed in the Frenchiest way. Vlad was not amused. Roy had the time of his life.

Every year on New Year's Eve he has a big party. A. BIG. PARTY. Something super lavish and extravagant, in a new location every year, with new different attractions every year. He calls it “La Fête de la fin du Mot” or “World’s End Party”.

He has a vintage Polaroid camera he brings around everywhere. He likes to take pictures of whatever tickles his interest. He rarely lends it: the only people he trusts with it are Vlad, Jago, and barely Violet.

He'd never put it into Kurt's clumsy big pawns.

When he was young his mother pushed him to explore “real life”. So at 14 years old he went to live alone in Night City’s suburbs and joined a gang. That's where he met Kurt and later Violet for the first time. When Kurt left for the army he got stuck with Violet. He wasn't the most protective and secure figure for her, and she ended up resenting him a little for his ambivalent behavior. But when he finally left she understood how much of a safety net he was for her. Things turned to shit pretty quickly after.

•Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.}

Born in France on the 19th of November 2028. His mother was an eccentric and quite famous actress at the time. His father came from old money and had a good position in Eurobank. He grew up in France and after a probably too sheltered childhood, his mother took him to NC and pushed him to explore real life. He ended up joining a gang at 18 years old. Here he met Kurt for a few years. A quick, deep connection, but at the time he was smarter and more careful and observant than anyone else in the block, so Kurt asked him and a girl of the block, Sophie, to keep an eye on the at the time 3-year-old Violet. He didn't like having a little girl depending on him, but he liked how close she brought him to Sophie. They ended up together. First big love, lots of feelings. Elroy wanted to please her in every way possible, so he leaned into her addictions and was the one with the means and connections to give her drugs whenever she wanted, being addicted himself.

So when she died of an overdose he internalized the blame of having led her to and enabling her ending. He got back to France at 26, leaving a 12-year-old Violet alone, entered rehab, and started his art journey with the support of his mother. He had his first big art show in Paris at 28 years old, where he met Vlad. Elroy’s works about the loss and pain of love made them connect and they turned into real good friends for the rest of their lives. At the same time he adjusted himself and started to intertwine different relationships in the corpo and criminal world, understanding pretty quickly that, even if art was a nice income, he needed something more to maintain the standard of life he wanted for himself. He turned pretty quickly into some kind of high-end fixer. The kind of person to turn to if you wanted something nobody else could find. 

In 2070 he got back in contact with Kurt Hansen, offering his help to establish the new Dogtown empire. A big gamble at the time, but it quickly ended up paying him well for his efforts.

•Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share

I think I've exhausted pretty everything about him XD

I thought... But! Even if Roy is super Frenchie when I created him (an embarrassing amount of time ago, he's a long time companion of mine) his name originated from a distortion of "Ellroy", the noir author, and Jack Vincennes, a character in LA Confidential (by guess who, Ellroy!). Oh, blessed my noir era.

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[popculturebuffet]

Next up for Nickelodeon era of shows, who is your favorite character from each of the early to mid 2000s Nicktoons shows you've seen like: The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron Boy Genius, Chalk Zone, All Grown Up, My Life as a Teenage Robot, Danny Phantom, Catscatch, The X's, and Avatar the Last Airbender?

Jimmy Neutron: This is the entry for jimmy neutron... gotta blast.. arf arf you know the rest. Faviorite character is Hugh, an easy pick I know, he was in ASB1 for a reason, but the fact the man can make any scene memorable by opening his mouth says something. Sheen is a close second. The show itself is great and having rewatched an episode recently, stay posted for that review, I was reminded how.. timeless it feels, it's 50 sci fi feel meaning that apart from some slight age on the cgi, it feels like it could slot in anywhere in time. It's got great jokes, a standout cast, and a really intresting lead who does screw up but more because he thinks he knows everything rather than being a jerk as is sometimes common in cartoons.

Chalk Zone: Hi hi hi to you all, who else could I pick i'ts gotta ne skrawl. Intriguing origin, hell of an introduction and a silky singing voice. It's concept was a tad dated even for the time, but I love chalkzone too much, from said concept allowing for endlessly creative ideas, to giving a character godlike powers in a way that isn't SUPER op. Truly great show, dearly miss it and i'm sad it probably won't be back in some form.

All Grown Up: I really wanna shout it out all grown up with you. God this block is stacked. Dil is the easy winner here. His plot lines were always funny, his weird friendship with vice principal pangborn that evolves from "He thinks their freinds" to "Actually they kinda are", and his easy charm: he gets flak from the twins for being weird as shit.. and just lets it bounce off either not noticing or more likely not carring. As for the series as a whole.. i'ts pretty good from what i remmeber. Admitley the kids ages are weird, probably should've bumped them up to all being 12, but the series itself is a lot of fun: it's neat seeing where everyone ended up, having Kimi and Dill get fleshed out more as characters, and see how they've changed and what hasn't. (I.e. Phil's still gross, but lil is growing out of it, Chucky's still anxious but ti's now more social anxiety, tommy's curosity has turned to filmaking. ) I'ts good stuff and something I should revisit , and should watch on this blog at some point.

My Life As a Teenage Robot: Her teenage robot, life. And this one was a bit hard. The series honestly has a great suply of characters but my pick is.. armagedroid. A bit left field as he basically has one appearnce.. but it's such a great concept: a giant robot designed to bring peace.. but not able to do so without destroying everything and his fight with Jenny is easily the series best as she's down to her HEAD fighting this monstrosity. The series itself is genius and one of Nick's best and how it was treated sucks hard. Jenny is a likeable, fun protaganist who will screw up, being a teen at all but in relatable ways, nicely blending slice of life teen issues with high concept robot shenanigans. I also like Brad quite a bit being a fun sidekick with extra points for not being shipped with the protaganist because 'THAT'S WHAT YOU DO I GUESS'. NOt saying it can't work (if we get to disney they had easily the best around this same time period), but god was it overdone. The series itself wasn't, having art deco style for days and is in need of a revivial stat.

Danny Phantom: Gonna catch em all because he's danny phantom gonna.. you get the bit. Vlad. Nick's best villian ever, and the perfect green goblin to danny's spider-man. His episodes tended to be the series best and martin mull, rip, was a dream as him. The series itself is a stellar superhero show, probably the best of this excellent era for them. It has some age spots (most of these shows do, you may sense a pattern), but it's a great action show with nice continuity, a killer rogues gallery and a nice sense of progression. It's top tier and reviewing a good chunk of it has only helped my opinon.

Catscratch: LALALALALALA CATSCRATTTTCHHH. This is one I need to revisit as I don't remember it well but it has an all star voice cast up front. I mean it has Wayne Knight , Kevin McDonald, and Rob Paulsen as your leads and Maurice LaMarche and Liliana Mumy as your supporting cast. What else do you need?

The X's: don't really have one. This isn't a bad one I just.. dont' remember it hardly at all other than having a great art style.

Avatar the Last Airbender; Sokka. Your faviorite jokey hot mess boy wins this one easier than he should> He was one of my faviorites as a kid, that stands now, Sokka deserved better in Korra. We deserved to see his kids if any. The show itself is one i've been meaning to revisit for years now and is one of Nick's best period: Gorgeous, has one of the best built worlds in fiction, well plotted aside from a few filler feeling episodes (Which i'm gunshy on as Steven Universe got this accusation FAR too often. You can't call every episode that's a break from the main plot filler.. but you can call some of avatar's side adventures filler for sure), including the one they outright mocked, and some shipping issues that were fine when I was a kid but now aged badly, everything else is immaculate and makes for good tv. There's a reason both this show had a second wave of popularity form netflix, and that both it's sequel and reamake have struggled to reach this level. Though Korra as we'll ge tto is still pretty good. More on that later.

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Frankenstein's Monster vs Count Dracula!

Conditions:

Original novel versions are used.

Scenario:

After learning of an ambitious college student who discovered a way to create life, Count Dracula decides to travel over to vamprize Victor Frankenstein so he can utilize his genius. The Monster refuses to let this strange beast interfere with his revenge.

Analysis: Frankenstein's Monster

Let me ask you a question. When does science go too far? If you were to ask Victor Frankenstein that question, he'd answer that science went too far when man dared to create life.

Victor Frankenstein is a brilliant young scientist of the late 1700s whose thirst for knowledge spiraled out of control once he got to college. It got so bad that he decided that he was ready to play God and create his own human being from scratch. After robbing a staggering number of graveyards and stitching their pieces together, Victor spent nearly an entire year perfecting his creation until it was a beautiful undead hulk of a man... with the only defect being a pair of obviously inhuman eyes.

Fearing the gaze of what he's created, Victor flees in terror of his monster, leaving only a confused man-sized child behind. As the monster was left to blindly wander his surroundings, he eventually began to teach himself in much the way a child would. He's arguably a rival to his creator in terms of intellect, quickly able to teach himself concepts like fire and even language. This of course means that the Monster is quick to learn that his presence is not wanted in this world, as he is dreaded and feared by all humans he interacts with. He is a horrible monster and his very existence is a crime Victor Frankenstein must pay for.

The Monster carefully and methodically ruins Victor's life after this, systematically killing those that Victor is close to and even framing other people for his crimes in an attempt to get Victor to face consequences for his actions and make him another monster for the Monster to spend the rest of his life with. After all, the Monster is an artificially made human and was a completely accurate one at that. Despite Victor's insistence that he failed and what he did was a crime against nature, the Monster is arguably a complete success. He feels emotions just the same as we do, Victor's just too blinded by pride and grief to see it.

If the Monster were just an extremely smart flesh golem with a deep seated desire to hurt the ones who hurt him, that would be bad enough, but he's physically much more than that. He's physically strong enough to rip off people's limbs, which would require 30 kilonewtons, or 30000 joules of energy to achieve.

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Though sadly, the Monster's superhuman strength and intelligence wasn't enough to get him the happy ending he desired. Dr. Frankenstein went back on his deal to make the Monster a bride, forcing the Monster to make good on his threat to destroy Victor's life one loved one at a time. This inspires Victor to chase the Monster all the way to the north pole, wherein the elements promptly kill the mad scientist. The Monster watches coldly as Victor recounts his life story with his dying breath, before plunging himself into the icy depths of the ocean. Though he could never find a place for himself in this cruel world, the Monster could at least get his revenge on the man who brought him into it in the first place.

Analysis: Count Dracula

Vampires. One of the most infamous creaturez of the night to ever haunt the vast mythos of mankind. From Transylvania to Castlevania, the dreaded the Vlad Dracula and his undead kin have haunted the halls of fiction in countless forms over the centuries. But, long before Christopher Lee or Bela Lugosi brought the nightmare to earliest silver screens, there was only one Count Dracula. And this humanoid beast that haunted the darkest depths of Bram Stoker's mind is far more monsterous and inhuman than any adaptation after him ever dared to be.

Jonathan Harker was nothing more than a real estate solicitor taking a trip to the abode of a mysterious Count in Transylvania in 1893, obliviously writing to home about what he presumes will be an uneventful business trip. His naiveté and British old fashioned politeness keep him oblivious to the Count's true nature for a good long while, the suspicious occurrences keep mounting up and Harker soon discovers he's entered a nightmare that would change the shape of horror forever. When Harker sees the Count climbing up the wall of the castle like a lizard one night, Harker discovers that he's the guest of a vampire, an unholy creature of the night. Jonathan discovers Dracula's plans to use several boxes of Earth to let him board a boat so that he may travel to London and feast on the British to his heart's content. And with Jonathan barely able to escape Dracula's vampiric wives and everyone onboard the Demeter swiftly slaughtered,no one would be able to stand in his way.

And given all of Dracula's powers, he very easily could've slaughtered all of England if given the chance. He's strong enough to kill a man with a single punch, durable enough that no man made weapon made of the era could kill him, he can hypnotize with a glance, and can shapeshift into almost anything, from a wolf to a cloud of mist. As the original vampire, Dracula naturally has a lot of the classic powers we've come to associate with the creature over the years. He's been immortal and young for hundreds of years and he can turn other people into vampires with a bite in a slow process that gradually gives him control over his victim's mind and eventually turns them into child eating monsters like himself. But there's his frankly bizarre powers that never made it into later vampire lore. Dracula can squeeze through narrow gaps, ride moonbeams, create thunderstorms, and has telepathic control over animals, from wolves to insects.

Unfortunately for the Count, Dracula's attempt to feed and vampirize one Lucy Westenra only incurs the wrath of her three boyfriends and the brilliant Abraham van Hellsing, who recognized all the signs to look for in the case of a vampire attack and had a proficient understanding of all of their weaknesses. Again, a lot of the classics can be traced back to here. Dracula can only enter a building that he's been explicitly invited into and garlic and holy objects and symbols can keep him at bay, for instance. But sunlight doesn't kill him in this version. It just removes his powers and weakens him, potentially even keeping him from shapeshifting. Putting a rose on his coffin can trap him inside it, drowning him will kill him, and of course, holy bullets and a strak through the heart will kill him permanently.

Even Dracula's telepathic link to his vampirized victims worked against him eventually, as his attempt to bring Lisa Harker under his thrall only let her lead Hellsing and the gang to his final resting place, where they staked him in the heart, ending his terror for good.

Yet, Dracula's legacy lives in. As immortal and everlasting as the Count himself, the legend of the vampire lives forever. Always returning to haunt the night once more.

Throwdown Theme:

Throwdown Breakdown:

Between these two classic monsters, only one can rise to the top.

The Creature has the strength and intelligence advantage. Dracula can kill a man in one punch. The strongest punch ever recorded by a human being was measured 1600 joules, so Dracula would have to be hitting much harder than that. But the Monster can muster up 30000 joules, making him much stronger. That, when combined with his almost superhuman intelligence and learning rate, means he'd likely be able to outsmart Dracula and rip him to pieces if given the chance.

But he'd have to get his hands on the Count first and that's much harder to do. Dracula can shapeshift into fog to get out of his grasp, turn into a wolf or bat to either quickly attack or make distance, and create a storm to lessen the Monster's visibility. Given the Count's own treacherous nature, he'd be quick to resort to these tricks once he realized just how much stronger the Monster is.

The Monster is certainly smart enough to adapt to these tricks given time, but he'd need to figure them out first. Remember, we're familiar with Dracula's tricks because we generally know what a vampire is. The Monster wouldn't. Dracula is the story that codified those tropes and Frankenstein, both the book and the character, predates them significantly. Without that kind of culture context, he's not going to have the thread of logic that ties Dracula's seemingly random powerset together. There's no consistent theme from creating storms, turning into mist, and commanding wolves other than them being vampire powers. It's going to take the Monster a lot longer to figure out what to do in this situation than it would for a modern human.

Frankenstein's Monster wouldn't think to hold out until morning because, baring a stroke of lucky circumstances, there wouldn't be any obvious indication for him to piece together that weakness. And if he did draw together the conclusion of "unholy powers = unholy being = weak to holy objects", he's not exactly well equipped to take advantage of them without outside circumstances in his favor.

But the final rose sealing the Monster in his coffin is thus. Frankenstein's Monster bleeds. Not only does he bleed when wounded in the original book, but it's even noted his blood vessels are visible beneath his skin. So he'd be just as susceptible to vampirism as a human, even if it'd take awhile. While the Monster's massive strength would make getting that bite off difficult without getting ripped apart, eye contact hypnosis and shapeshifting can give him those openings. After that, Dracula can just leave and wait until the process is complete to accept his new thrall.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Count Dracula!

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MSA X DP: The Ultimate Enemy Chapter 13: Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan's backstories/A Second Chance/Meanwhile in Present/They going to the Nasty Burger/Jazz, Arthur and Jane with Portable Fenton Ghost Peelers/Arthur saids "That's the dark ghosts in the disguises!"/Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan captures Families, Friends and Teachers

Old/Future Vlad VO: If it's any consolation, they went so quickly. They felt no pain

Old/Future Juleka VO: even No painful life

Old/Future Diesel VO: or No painful lie

As Vlad, Juleka and Diesel speaks we see a newspaper spinning out of the darkness, the Amity Park Angle. The headline story is reads NASTY ACCIDENTS FOR FAMILIES AND FRIENDS, with a picture of the crater where the Nasty Burger once stood. The other frontpage stories read THE SOLE SURVIVORS", and "SURVIVALS WHO SURVIVED FROM EXPLOSION"over a picture of Danny, Sophie and Dan, and "Families and Friends", with a photo of all the Fentons with Sam, Monty, Susie, Elise, Henry and Tucker

The image fades to one of Vlad's mansion, Juleka's manor and Diesel's palace. A car pulls up in front of it

Old/Future Vlad VO: With nowhere else to go, you three came to us--

Old/Future Juleka VO: and we saw you three

Old/Future Diesel VO: Even you feel hopeless and lonely

We see Danny, Sophie and Dan standing sadly in the driveway with their luggages

Vlad VO: --the only person on the planet who could possibly hope to understand your situations

Old/Future Juleka VO: Yeah, you're situations is gonna be differents

Old/Future Diesel VO: Even you feel hopeless and lonely

Vlad, Juleka and Diesel puts a hand on Danny, Sophie and Dan's shoulder and smiles, but after glancing at them Danny, Sophie and Dan just looks dully down at the photo of their Friends and his friends in front of the FentonWorks

Old/Future Vlad VO: All you three wanted was to make the hurt go away

Old/Future Juleka VO: You three will forget the hurtful things go away

Old/Future Diesel VO: Even bad things will go away

Vlad, Juleka and Diesel's face saddens. The scene switches and we see Vlad, Juleka and Diesel wearing a medical apron and facemask, then zoom out to see Danny, Sophie and Dan unconcious in a large machine, hooked up to a breathing apparatus and a beeping heart monitor.

Old/Future Vlad VO: We honored your wishes

Old/Future Juleka VO: We promise to your wishes

Old/Future Diesel VO: Even We'll do the best your wishes

Vlad, Juleka and Diesel wearing the Ghost Gauntlets, raises both hands and the Gauntlets glow purple, dark violet and dark purple.

Old/Future Vlad VO, Old/Future Juleka VO and Old/Future Diesel VO: No more painful human emotions to drag you three down

Razor claws spring out of the Gauntlets. They sticks both Gauntlets into Danny, Sophie and Dan's torso, closing their eyes and turning his face away, sweating with effort. Finally he pulls out a smoking, transparent forms of Danny Phantom, Sophie Kingsmen and Dan Turner, and stares up at it, wide-eyed. Phantoms' eyes go wide and they rips the Gauntlets out, leaving greens gashes and light yellow gashes in his chest and throwing Vlad, Juleka and Diesel into the wall, the Gauntlets falling off. They looks up to see a furious Phantoms with both fists glowing

Old/Future Vlad VO: Sadly, that freed you three up to rip the ghost out of us

Old/Future Juleka VO: It's so hopeless you three up to rip the ghost out of us like this

Old/Future Diesel VO: And one by one, you three up to rip the ghost outta of us

Grinning maniacally, Phantoms dons the Gauntlets, picks up Vlad, Juleka and Dan by the shirt, and rips their ghosts and humans halves apart, flinging the respective sides into opposite walls. Dropping the Gauntlets and going intangible, Phantoms flies into Plasmiuses, who opens blazing green eyes and blazing light yellow eyes and crackles with energy, then takes Phantoms' form.

Old/Future Vlad VO: And when my evil ghost half mixed with yours, and my evil side overwhelmed you…

Old/Future Juleka VO: When my evil ghost from mixed with yours, and my evil side overwhelmed you…

Old/Future Diesel VO: Even When my evil ghost from mixed with yours, and my evil side overwhelmed you…

Phantoms' eyes open, glowing solid greens and glowing solid light yellow. They screams as his face begins to crack, their skins turning light blues and white and white hair and even, light yellow and gold orange hair blazing into fire. Rings of energy ripple out around them. Below, Vlad, Juleka cowers in terror.

Danny: What happened to my human self?

Sophie: and What happen to my human self?

Dan: Then, what happened to my human self and next?

Vlad, Juleka and Diesel closes their eyes and turns away, putting up a staying hand.

In flashback

Old/Future Vlad VO: Some things, my boy, are better left unsaid

Old/Future Juleka VO: Same things, my girl, are better left unsaid

Old/Future Diesel VO: The some things, my boy, are better left unsaid

Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan's shadow looming over a trembling Danny, Sophie and Dan. Phantoms stares down at him for a moment, then lunges toward the camera with red eyes and a lolling snake tongue, there is a ringing scream and we see Vlad's mansion, Juleka's manor and Diesel's palace explode in a blast of green and dark yellow and dark gold orange. From it Dark Danny, Dark Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan flies, laughing

**Flashback ends**

Old/Future Vlad: If any good came out of this, it's that ten years without ghost powers [he picks up a photo of himself with Jack and Maddie in college] have given me a chance to see what a fool I'd been.

Old/Future Juleka: If any good came out of this, it's that ten years without ghost powers [she picks up a photo of herself with Eddie and Anita in college] have given me a chance to see what a fool We'd been

Old/Future Juleka: Yeah, it's that ten years without ghost powers [she picks up a photo of herself with Patrica and Dennis in college] have given me a chance to see what a fool We'd been

Danny: Maybe that's all anybody needs...a second chance. You still have those Ghost Gauntlets?

Sophie: Maybe that's all everybody needs...a second chance. You three still have those Ghost Gauntlets?

Dan: Yeah, and right?

Vlad, Juleka and Diesel's eyes go wide.

**meanwhile in present**

Scene change: Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan slaps their C.A.T. answers sheet down on Lancer and theaters' desk, smirking challengingly

Lancer: [flatly] Finished already, Mr. Fenton? Ms. Kingsmen? Mr. Turner?

Disguised Dark Danny: [leaning on the desk] Is that a "problem"?

Disguised Dark Sophie: [leaning on the desk] Got a "problem"?

Disguised Midnight Dan: [leaning on the desk] What's that "problem"?

Lancer How should I know? I don't have all the answers. [They face off over the desk.] Do you?

Smirking, Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan steps away, tossing one last challenging glance over his shoulder at the door. Sighing, Lancer reaches for his cell phone and dials 555-1221 for FentonWorks with Kingsmen Family and Turner Family. It rings once.

*meanwhile in dark future**

Old/Future Vlad: So you're saying there's a medallion lodged within you, keeping you rooted in this time period? [pulling on the Gauntlets]

Old/Future Juleka and Old/Future Dan: Right? [pulling on the Gauntlets]

Danny: Yes. And I can't reach it. But I'm guessing if you could reach into me and rip out my humanity -- which, by the way, sounds totally gross -- you can get the medallion out too! Then I'll pop back to my present like Tucker and Sam did

Sophie: Yeah, and even Elise and Monty did

Dan: Even Henry and Susan too

[raising the gauntlets] Or I could just destroy you now and prevent this future. Didn't think of that, did you?

They hauls back and brings the claws down. We hear Danny, Sophie and Dan scream and see green light blazing and yellow light blazing out of the mouth of the cave

**meanwhile in nasty burger of present**

Maddie: Mr. Lancer sounded urgent on the phone. Danny, is something wrong?

Patricia: What's wrong, Dan?

Eddie: Is this true, Sophie?

Disguised Dark Danny: Not yet.

Mr. Lancer: Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, Mr and Mrs. Turner, Mrs and Mr. Kingsmen, Daniel, Dan, Sophie, this is the Nasty Burger. When people fail, this is where they end up-- whether they fail because they don't study, or because they cheat. [holds up Danny, Sophie and Dan's test]

Jack, Maddie, Patricia, Dennis, Anita and Eddie gasp.

Jack: Danny! Is this true?

Maddie: Did you cheat?

Dennis: Dan! It is true?

Patricia: Why did you cheat?

Anita: Why, Sophie? Did u just cheat again?

Eddie: Did you just cheat again?

Sam: You have to get out of here!

Monty: Yeah, it's gonna blowing up and destroy us all!

They turn to see Tucker, Sam, Susie, Henry, Elise, Monty and others running to them

Tucker: The Nasty Burger's gonna blow, and we're three feet from it!

Me/Laura, Sarah/You and others: Yeah

Lancer: South Beach Diet, people, what's going on here!

Jazz, Arthur and Jane's foot slams down, encased in the Fenton Peelers

Jazz: We'll tell you all what's going on

[Everyone looks over, surprised, and in Disguised Dark Danny, Disguised Dark Sophie and Disguised Midnight Dan's case, angry]

Arthur and Jane: Or better yet, we'll show you all

[they fires the Peelers at Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan, peeling away their disguises and revealing their true form. Everyone looks on in shock]

Jazz: These are not Danny, Sophie and Dan!

Arthur: That's the dark ghosts in the disguises!

Jack,, Maddie, Patricia, Dennis, Anita and Eddie go from stunned to angry, and immediately train weapons on the fallen Dark Danny, Dark Sophie and Midnight Dan

Jack: Where is he? Where's our son?

Maddie: What have you done to our boy?

Dennis: Where is he? Where's our son?

Patrick: What have you done to our boy?

Anita: Where is she? Where's our daughter?

Eddie: What have you done to our girl?

Dark Danny: [laughs and looks up at Maddie] I am your boy!

Midnight Dan: [laughs and looks up at Patricia] I am your boy!

Dark Sophie: [laughs and looks up at Eddie] I am your girl!

Eddie, Maddie and Patrick: What?

Lancer, Sam, Tucker and others look on, shocked. Evil!Dan, Evil!Soph and Evil!Dan springs into the air, where the clouds are starting to swirl green

Dark Danny: What kind of parents are you anyway? The world's leading ghost experts, and you can't figure out your own son was half ghost!

Dark Sophie: Yeah, and you both cannot figure out your whole daughter was half ghost!

Midnight Dan: Even you will not figure out your own son was half ghost!

Dark Danny: Hello? Danny "Fenton"? Danny "Phantom" ? Ever notice the similarity? [looking sidelong at Jazz] Jazz did.

Midnight Dan: Hello? Dan "Turner"? Dan "Phantom" ? Ever notice the similarity? [looking sidelong at Jane] Jane did.

Dark Sophie: Hello? Sophie "Kingsmen"? Sophie "Phantom" ? Ever notice the similarity? [looking sidelong at Arthur] Arthur did.

Sam, Tucker, Susie, Henry, Monty and Elise: They did?

Me/Laura and Sarah/You: With what?

Jack: Liar! Don't move!

Dark Danny: Actually, nobody's going anywhere! Not until it's time for you to be blown everywhere

Midnight Dan: And no one's going anywhere! Not until it's time for you to be blown everywhere

Dark Sophie: Yeah, and nobody's going somewhere! Not until it's time for you to be blown anywhere

Me/Laura: Sarah! Guys, get duck! **ducks**

They flings out a strand of ectoplasm, Me/Laura, Sarah/You and others are ducking, binding Jack, Maddie, Dennis, Patricia, Lancer, Sam, Tucker, Monty, Elise, Susie and Henry to a tank, then releases five more blobs of it from their fingertips, gagging them. Jazz, Arthur and Jane attempts to punch them from behind, but their flesh moves around her fist, leaving a hole in their chests, Their gasps and pulls back their arms

Dark Danny Nice try, Jazz. [his chest springs back to normal] But me, [turns his neck 180 degrees to look at her] myfuture, [he turns the rest of his body around] We're inevitable

Midnight Dan: Nice try, Jane. [his chest springs back to normal] But me, [turns his neck 180 degrees to look at her] my future, [he turns the rest of his body around] We're too inevitable

Dark Sophie: Miss it, Arthur. [her chest springs back to normal] But me, [turns her neck 180 degrees to look at him] my future, [she turns the rest of her body around] We're so invincible

Two copies manifest, surrounding them. One seizes their helmets and yanks it off. They screams and another copy covers their mouths with an ectoplasm gag. The three copies reunite and they lassos them with an ecoplasm ropes, swinging them suits and all to join the others. They laughs at them evilly

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The Belgrade Phantom: Yugoslavia’s Ghost 911.

In the 1979, during Yugoslavia’s Socialist Dictatorship, a man by the name of Vladimir Vasiljevic gained notoriety for stealing cars. He earned the nicknames “Vlada Opel” for his love of stealing Opels and “Vlada Kljuc” which roughly translates to “Vlad the key” for his ability to hotwire almost any car.

At one point in his boosting career, Vlad came across a white Porsche 911 Targa owned by Serbian tennis player Ivko Plecevic, a car that was a particularly rare sight in Yugoslavia. Being an almost professional car thief, Vlad was up for the challenge of stealing the 911.

It’s unknown how long he actually had the car days but for about a week to 10 days, Vlad would take out this phantom 911 after 10pm and rip through the city streets. Local police gave him the name of the Belgrade Phantom because he would taunt and tease them in chases until late hours of the night before disappearing. He would call in to local radio stations and tell people where to stand for the best view of his driving “performance.”

The fun and games all ended when police setup a trap using empty busses that Vlad ultimately crashed in to. Even after the crash it wasn’t until 2 days later that police caught him after an anonymous tip was called in. Hardly any images or video exist of this phantom except for his final joyride and crash which ran in the newspaper. I’m 2009 a documentary film was made and many of the stories were recreated.

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3/18

1:20 AM

Just read the first few pages of Megan boyles line blog book. I definitely want to try out the format for my writing and songs. I want to go on a drive and see what happens. I’ve already resorted back to my crazy person sleep schedule. After sleeping normally for a week at home I’m now right back to where I was before spring break. Yay!

1:24 Am

Pissing

Gotta remember to wash my face tonight

Think I’ll go on a drive

Gotta make sure my phone is charged enough firs. I’ll read for like ten more minutes then I’ll go.

Saw a guy from Charlotte on tick tok show a cool guitar lick. I want to be able to come up with cool guitar licks.

Feeling like I have to shit now

Why the fuck is RFK jr. On Vlad Tv

I should clean up the pizza I massacred earlier it’s still on my floor.

1:36 am

Could not scrub off hot honey and crust and sauce from pan so put it in the dish washer. It is not working for some reason… Emma probably fucking broke it , god damn it.

Texted the group chat.

Going to also text that girl if she’s had luck finding an apartment .

1:50 am

Trying to figure out dishwasher

Tried flipping switch to no avail

Oh there we go

Texted Emma back the group chat with a yes? Instead of a yes! Thought both sounded bad. So send a fist emoji to imply triumph?

Going on drive now , want to get drunk. Perhaps will buy alcohol if a store is open. I guess it would have to be a gas station. We shall see!

1:54

I guess I could go to cook out and get food so I don’t have to tomorrow. Sitting in drive thru is not something I like doing though. I wish I didn’t eat that whole pizza. I hate that I did that. Atleast I didn’t eat the whooole thing though. Drinking three cups of water did not surprise my appetite enough. I should have cut it and just put half in the fridge. Next time I’ll do that.

1:59 Am

I never just driven like this at night before well I don’t think so. Not alone. I did with that Anna girl. I can sing to myself in the car. Practicing.

2:16 Am

Looks like most gas stations are closed. It is cool to see things at night. The Christian book store had an Israel flag up which I guess shouldn’t be a surprise.

2:20 Am

I front of another circle k I can’t see the person through the window so unfortunately going to have to get out of my car.

They were open! Now to look at alcohol.

It’s cheaper than I thought.

You can’t buy alcohol after 2 apparently. So many rules that I’m clueless of. Cashier was nice though.

2:36 Am

I’m back at my apartment and want a snack. The calories that will come from the snack should be equivalent to the amount that would have been in the alcohol. Cheetos. I’m going back and writing AM even though it’s probably obvious.

6:08 am

Had a dream where I pulled a long either guitar string or plastic twist it from my back. It just kept going and going. When I looked in the mirror with each string I was ripping out of me my other arm was getting worn away. I was in the bathroom of my old Mitchell glen house. My room was super messau and I had an Echidnas that was giving birth out of its mouth in my bed. It was also my sloth beanie baby. Charlotte was in there. Stuff was just everywhere. Lots of toys. I looked out of the window and

I’m done too tired to continue

4:40 PM

My mom is texting me about if a guy who was looking for a roommate she talked to texted me. Nope. I really hope we find someone so I don’t have to do anything. Especially if it’s all done by them. that would be great.

Exporting a demo of new song called “charlotte “ and emailing it to myself. I like how it sounds so far. Trying not to overthink it. Trying to keep it simple. I’m almost out of storage in my gmail. I try to delete every unnecessary email I get but it doesn’t seem to be working.

I accidentally left the synth base that I’ve decided to cut in the demo. Fuck. Whatever It’s fine.

I have to take a shit. I hope I’m not stealing too much of Megan Boyle’s voice when I do this. I feel like I’m being myself. But who can really know that? Definitely not me.

The reverb on this sounds nice. Trying to make it too drowned out but I want that really dream poppy vibe. Coctu twins style.

Sent the demo to my mom , for possible sense of approval. Will most likely not receive. She probably won’t get what it is. Maybe though.

4:49pm

Turning on sink so Emma can’t hear me shitting. If she’s near by.

Going on a walk to hopefully burn off the Reese cups and muffins I ate earlier. And to enjoy the weather!

It appears to be nice out.

4:57pm

It is cold but not too bad. The “ pet waste station” is overflowing with shit bags. My mom said the demo was “nice “. Have not responded yet. I said “ cool”

5:24pm

It was too cold so leaving early. Don’t know why my car smells like cat piss.

I have a hair in my mouth I can’t get out. My teeth look kind of gross. I forgot to brush them last night. I’ve also eaten nothing but sugar today. Going to try to not to eat too much more today. Will get regular food tomorrow I guess.

5:38pm

Just kind of want to lay down.

Going to masterbate , hopefully will knock me out, need a reset.

FaceTime at 8:45 will probably be 9:00 so will have time to work on track some more before bed.

[evilminji]

*slams open the door* I WAS SUMMONED?! My trash fire ship? My bespoke suit wearing war criminal beloveds? Babies!

And Vlad is the worst bridezilla you have ever known. Lex makes so many marriage planners CRY. They can't agree on SH!T and call each other tacky. The UST is palpable and probably wanted in fifty states for tax evasion. The talk ENTIRELY in Villianous Subtext. So much Fancy Scotch and luxury goods everything.

Like the world's most Unethical Crime Commiting Peacocks.

Except Vlad is needy and you have to pay attention to him NOW and Lex? Haaaates being mocked or ignored. Would ABSOLUTELY fall for Vlads "I'm texting you to let you know I'm ignoring you know and btw the servers at this restaurant(that I'm NOT inviting you too) are HOTTER there you. You are dead to me" high school, petty dramatics bullshit.

He'd HATE it. Everyone, SWEAR it's NOT going to work on him. He is a business mogul for God's sake. A literal genius. One of the most powerful men in the world.

.............what do you MEAN "hotter then him?" Preposterous. He's the most attractive man you'll ever MEET, Masters. And you can't tell him what to do. Maybe he feels like eating out. Mercy, get the car!

They can't STAND each other. But OBVIOUSLY one of them has to WIN. See the other groveling and defeated at their feet. Maybe chains. Why are you looking at them like- * Realizes their plans have taken on a Highly Violent & Homoerotic Subtext* ........this means nothing. NOTHING!

This wedding is making both Phantom and Superman cry. They are bonding over this fresh new traumatizing hell. Superman has promised to punt Phantom into space if Vlad decides he wants to STILL kill his dad after all this is done. Try the poly thing with his new villainous husband and Phantoms mom. They've made a pact to keep the other from drinking at this point but dear God has it gotten close.

Royal weddings are less well attended and cost a fraction. Have fewer criminals... probably. It's devolved into a horrific Gay Chicken/"I won't admit to SH*T unless you do first" situation. Do they even like each other? Want to defeat each other?

They certainly plan to [REDACTED] each other. Possibly assassinate each other after. Or during. The Heros almost feel bad for the mercenaries who DEFINITELY are gonna get dragged into this. Better you then us, they guess. You poor, poor, bastards.

These f*ckers are going to be one upping each other till they DIE. Trying to rob each other blind. Kill, maim, and rip the secrets out off.

......AND they can make Clone Babies. So look forward to their kids.

Welcome to Hell, Heros. The Masters-Luthor Household is a NIGHTMARE FACTORY and God laughs. Mockingly.

(I love them so muuuuuch~☆)

@stealingyourbones

Short DPXDC Prompts #757

Vlad and Lex fake being married to cover up a scheme. This means they have to publicly keep up that appearance… It works a little too well.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Citizens of Amity Park finally hear Phantom muttering the words they've been dreading since all this ghost business began.

Someone overheard Phantom grumbling to himself about wanting to quit and leave to greener pastures and the city finally decided to take a stand.

Not against the ghosts mind you. Just the Fenton parents and thier nightmare portal. No one could have expected a flash mob to break down the Fentons front door, storm down to the basement and start ripping apart the portal with thier bare freaking hands.

CPS was called at least 30 times about the Iron Maiden alone and probably another 60 just for the sentient food monsters.

Dannys life is turned upside down as his parents are arrested and the portal destroyed. Jazz comes in for the save accusing Vlad of abuse (which is very true and Danny backs it up) so the court would deny him godfather status.

After the dust settled and Jazz managed to get a "trial period" as his gaurdian his life was actually...kinda great.

He found himself smiling more and his grades shot up. His friends and sister kept reminding him that his parents deserved to be in jail, which he knows but doesn't like.

He was happily flying around after stopping a car wreck from occurring when the guys in white shot him. He was about to defend himself when the town swarmed around the agents with actual pitchforks and torches. Danny wasn't sure where those came from but it was nice seeing the GIW getting chased out of town...

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What do you think happens to a vampire if just one limb is destroyed? Say their arm is ripped off and burned but they survive, would they grow a new arm or do you think the venom would just seal up the wound and they'd be an immortal amputee? Assuming vampire limbs aren't completely solid stone, I doubt they'd want venom leaking out like a broken car

We don't see any vampire amputees but on the other hand every vampire we see has a policy of "no survivors". If they fight you and start tearing off your limbs, and don't hand that limb back to you, you gonna die.

So who knows.

That said, I think vampires are hedonistic and violent enough that there would be stories. We have multiple vampires in the series who have been to war and have talked about those experiences. We have Jasper, Peter, Charlotte, the Romanians, the Egyptians, and even the Volturi.

Granted, it never really comes up, but Vlad and Stefan are talking about fucking everything including "oh you see our eyes are not as petrified because we were deposed which makes us better than that Volturi scum! AH HA HA HA HA!"

I believe they'd talk about how to best humiliate and make use of the Volturi in death and burning their limbs and leaving them amputees would certainly have been on the agenda.

And probably something they'd say in front of Bella Swan because why not.

They're already talking about how great it will be to be golden gods again who can feast on the human race.

All this to say, while I don't know, venom is weird shit and we know they have cells. I'm not completely opposed to the idea that, eventually, you get your limb back.

It's probably just going to look really weird for a while.

[halfghostwriter]

Ok so maybe clinging to the side of a moving vehicle that doesn’t exactly follow the speed limit with tiny claws wasn’t what you’d call a good idea, but he hasn’t fallen off yet! And wherever this “patrol” place is, it can’t be too much farther, right? They’ve been driving for… 15 minutes? Half an hour? Honestly, it’s a little hard for Danny to keep track of the time while his body is being flailed around like a wet tissue stuck to the shoe of an Olympic track runner. But he thinks it’s probably close. Probably. Hopefully. Ok honestly he doesn’t know, but his claws are started to hurt, and he doesn’t wanna slip, plus the wind against his ears sound like metal being torn apart and ripped up by razor-sharp claws, and oh wait that’s not the wind. Yeah no that’s.. that’s his claws against the car.

Shitshitshitshit nononono readjusting his claws, trying to bury them deeper into the metal, he just needs to get a good grip—

The car veers to the side and throws Danny off, skipping him off the ground and into an open manhole cover.

He makes a little “plip” sound as he’s dropped into the moving stream of sewer water and carried off into the unknown.

He’s wet, disoriented, floating on his back, and a little motion sick.

He… he needs a minute. He’s just gonna float here for a second. Listen to the coming sounds of the flowing water, droplets falling from the ceiling, punches hitting bodies a little ways off, wait.

Danny opens his eyes and flips his body around to look at where the water is taking him. In front of him, about 10 feet away are two large people fist fighting each other in the flowing sewer water, both of which who wouldn’t look out of place in the Ghost Zone. In fact, if Danny didn’t know any better, he would almost mistake them for ghosts, what with one of them being covered in lizard-like scales, the other having a death-like complexion and white hair, and both of them going at each other like they were having a friendly social bonding battle. Either that, or a territory battle. They’re throwing each other around, punching, tackling, putting each other in headlocks, all while completely unaware of anything else in their personal space, and oh no Danny just drifted into their personal space, oh no, oh ancients no.

Danny turns around, trying to frantically doggy paddle against the current. He knows how oblivious ghosts can be of their surroundings when they think they’re alone (yes he has broken a lot of stuff, no he won’t apologize because it was always in Vlad’s basement and Vlad deserves it) and if these guys are anything close to ghosts, he knows being near the battle won’t end well for him. He turns his head to try and see how far he’s gotten away from the fight, only for his eyes to be met with a scaled back that was getting closer and closer and suddenly he’s being shoved under the water by the scaled man’s spine.

Danny swerves out of the way before the scaled man’s back hits the floor, and tries his best to avoid both sides’ flailing limbs. He narrowly avoids getting stepped on, dodges a punch, moves out of the way of slashing claws, all while trying to make his way to the surface. As soon as he pokes his head out of the water, gasping for air, he sees exactly where all the dodging has left him— smack dab in the middle of both fighters, who still haven’t noticed he’s there.

On his left, the scaled man charges. On his right, the deathly-skinned man braces. And in the middle, Danny’s mind races. He’s scared. They’re both so big, and he’s so tiny, he’s gonna get stuck, he’s gonna get crushed, he’s scared, scared, he doesn’t wanna get hurt, he’s scared, scared, scared, he just needs them to stop, he just needs them to f̸r̴E̴E̵Z̵E̶—̸

He lets out a squeak of fear as ice forms beneath him.

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In the infinite realms, the ancient of time stares dumbstruck at the ice-covered gear in front of him.

In Clockwork’s defense, he, ironically, thought he had more time. He would never admit it, but his view of Danny’s potential futures has always been a bit… muddied, ever since the boy’s future self shoved that artifact into his chest. But even then, the young halfa should, in theory, only come into his true strength after a lifetime or so. He shouldn’t even be able to access his more powerful abilities in his pure defensive form for at least another 50 or so years. This is how halfas are meant to mature.

Of course, the boy has always been quick at developing abilities far above his supposed power level.

Seems Clockwork will have to keep a closer eye on Danny’s interdimensional outing than he originally thought.

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The good news is, only the sewer water was frozen.

The bad news is, both of the fighters were up to their chests in sewer water.

The worse news is, both of them have their eyes locked on Danny.

The better news is, neither of them can do shit about that, because they can’t reach him.

The news Danny chooses to ignore is the fact he caused a 5-mile ice age underground with powers he shouldn’t have access to right now.

The news he chooses to focus on? These two definitely aren’t ghosts, but there is no way in the Infinite Realms the white-haired guy staring intently at Danny isn’t a zombie. He can practically taste it, right in the back of his throat where his ghost sense usually goes off. Either that, or he swallowed sewer water, and he’d rather not think that he swallowed sewer water, so he’s going with his gut on this one. But just to be sure, he lets out a little test chirp at the guy, a little “hello-ghost-friend-yes-good-ghost-friend” sound that sounds a bit like a low-battery smoke detector, just to see if the guy’ll respond.

“… why tiny ghost go beep?”

Oh! He knows Danny is a ghost! Sure, he may not understand what Danny’s trying to convey, but Danny knows more than most that dying and coming back wrong definitely has a way of messing with what you do and don’t know about the afterlife. Danny gives off a little purr towards the kinda-ghost, and wiggles towards him.

“…’ghost?’”

“Tiny ghost, coming towards Grundy.”

“Ok, I don’t know what that thing is, but it definitely ain’t a ghost.”

How rude! He’s half ghost, he totally counts!

“Tiny ghost definitely ghost.”

What he said!

“Aren’t ghosts supposed to be, y’know… dead things’ souls lingering around? There’s no way that thing used to be human, and it doesn’t look like any animal I’ve ever seen, so what could it have—“

“Mrowr!”

“…”

“…tiny ghost cat.”

“…….that’s one fucked up looking cat.”

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Danny had been planning this vacation for months, and Ancients did he plan to make the most of it. His friends and parents all agreed to keep Amity safe while he’s gone for the summer, and he had Clockwork to tell him when it was time to portal back home. As he floated towards a natural portal in the ghost zone (because it’s far more fun when the destination is a surprise), he began shifting his form. He had been dealing with so much both as a human and as a ghost. School, fights, teen drama, hunters— but not this summer! This summer, it’s going to be different! He won’t have to worry about human or ghost problems, because this summer, he’s not going to be either! He’s going to be…

A Little Creature™️.

He doesn’t use his “compact” form very often, since it dampens his powers and takes away his ability to talk. But, on this vacation, he won’t need his powers. He can just wander around an unknown dimension, steal some food, sleep in a cardboard box. If he actually needs to be human for something, he can switch back no problem. But honestly? It’s fun being a little guy, even if being a little guy does make him kinda stupid. (He got stuck in a cardboard tube the first time he went into his little form. He was stuck for half an hour. Didn’t even think to phase out of it. As soon as he was pulled out of the tube, he went right back in and got stuck again). Plus, he can stay in this form for an incredibly long time— he doesn’t even switch back when he’s hurt! (Which no, it was not fun to learn that, but good to know)

Shifting into his compact form, Danny slips through the portal and finds himself wading through a big pool of stuff that seems like ectoplasm, but slightly to the left. Like yeah, it’s technically ectoplasm, the same way a carton of milk set out in the sun for three days is technically milk. Not fun to play in, horrible to eat.

As Danny pulls himself out of the gross, bubbling “ectoplasm” pool, shaking himself off, he sees some sort of big fight going down. Bunch of people with swords, some big guy dressed as a bat, some kid dressed as a traffic light. He considers stepping in for a moment, but… no. This is his vacation. Not his dimension, not his problem. Just be a Little Creature™️. He sees a bat-shaped piece of metal at his feet. He knows exactly what a Little Creature™️ would do in this scenario.

He hits it.

Then he hits it again.

Then he hits it again, and again, and again and again and again and he grabs it and bites it and rolls around with it and tail slaps it and bites it and bites it and bites it and bites it and then he almost gets stepped on.

Danny looks up from his toy to see the kid dressed as a traffic light staring down at him. The kid tries to grab the toy away from Danny only to be met by the fierce batting of his little paws. The kid moves his hand close a couple more times, and each time he’s fought off valiantly by Danny’s little paw smacks. He’s not sure why the kid looks like he’s smiling when he’s so clearly losing this battle. The kid gets distracted by the guy in the bat costume calling out to him, and Danny takes this opportunity to continue biting the bat toy, rolling with it and biting it and batting it and biting it and why is he being carried away by the kid.

Danny looks around and sees that the kid is carrying him into a big plane being piloted by the guy in the bat suit. Then he’s shoved under the kid’s cape, and he doesn’t really see too much for a few minutes. He chirps at the kid, and is met with a soft yet quick “shhh!” He waits until he can feel the plane they’re in take off to peek out of the cape and look out the window.

He can see the large pool— though it’s more of a pit, now that he sees the whole thing— that he arrived through, as well as a bunch of people running away from it. Not sure why though, it’s just a bubbling—

Ah.

It blew up.

… Danny hides a bit further in the cape, clutching his bat toy a little tighter. He wound up in a very comfortable position, which made him just… a little sleepy…

Danny woke up wrapped in the cape, held by the kid, surrounded by a shocking number of people all yelling something about a “tiny pet pit demon.”

[cookinguptales]

I just spent a while looking in the background for Guillermo’s suitcase because I’m procrastinating and here are a few of my favorite details, some new-to-me and some old favorites:

Dolly Nadja sitting between Nadja and Laszlo with her hand on Laszlo’s knee. Cute???

At least one VHS laying on a door frame?? Lost footage...

AN INCREASING NUMBER OF RACCOON PELTS AS THE EPISODES GO ON rip

The painting of Jehan is in disrepair. :(

The painting of Vlad, Viago, and Deacon.

The face sconces behind Nadja when she gives interviews continue to be something I desperately want in my house.

Nandor moving all his Dream Team memorabilia to his treasure room because apparently he puts it on par with gold and jewels.

The mummified corpse in their entryway that literally no one has mentioned, not even all the humans who’ve been stepping over it.

Colin’s discarded toys all over the entryway in 4.04, too. Unclear how many of these Laszlo provided (likely not many) and how many Guillermo bought with his embezzled money. The sloth toy is my favorite. ;;

The fact that Colin has TWO nerf guns in his room, which implies that he was having nerf fights with people in the house.

Colin’s race car bed ;;

The sheer fact that the headmaster walked into that fucking death trap of a house and didn’t immediately call CPS.

tbh I could look at these sets for HOURS. in fact, I just did. lmao

[five-rivers]

Changeling Chapter 1

A DP Fae Au fic. I've been promising you this for so long XD. I can hardly believe I'm finally delivering, even if it's only one chapter for now.

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Chapter 1: In the Beginning, There Was an Offer

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They studied legends. According to those legends, today, Beltane, was a time of renewal, of birth, of fertility.

It was not supposed to be… this. Their dreams weren’t supposed to be crushed today. Not under this sun, not under these blue skies and among softly blooming flowers.

This kind of news should have come with rain. It should have come with storms.

Maddie wiped tears out of her eyes and Jack patted her on the back. The air smelled sweet and dusty at the same time. The bench was uncomfortable.

“We could try adoption,” said Jack. He sounded shocked, too. Drained. His voice was pulled taught over a great hollowness. “Lots of people adopt. We can- can do some good in the world, maybe.”

Maddie sniffed and cried harder. She’d wanted her own children, and Jack knew it. Adoption was all very well and good, but at this point the suggestion felt like some consolation prize, and she felt terrible for even thinking it was, because Jack was right, it could be a good thing, and…

She wanted children. Her own children.

“Excuse me, I believe I can help.”

There was something about how he said that, about how the voice wound and slipped through her ears that had Maddie’s head snapping up. The man who stood to the side of the bench wore a long coat with a deep hood. Symbols, symbols that Maddie had spent hours, days, weeks, researching were stitched into the fabric. His eyes glittered in the shadows. The fingers of his hands, clasped in front of him, were too long, their coloring faintly lavender, as if they had been dipped in ink and retained the stain even after they’d been washed clean.

This was not a human.

“How?” asked Maddie, feeling hope drip back into her limbs even as Jack tensed behind her. “How can you help?”

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“We shouldn’t have done that,” said Jack as they drove home. “We really shouldn’t have done that. Maddie, they’re evil, there’s always a catch and it’ll always be looking for a way to push us into it.”

“The catch is in the open,” said Maddie, leaning back against the seat of the car and closing her eyes. “It isn’t as if it’s in the fine print and we’re going to stumble into it. We have one, and then I get my tubes tied, or you get snipped, and we go on with our lives.”

“What if we have twins? Triplets? Maddie, we should have talked about this.”

“There wasn’t any time,” Maddie said defensively. “I had to decide right away.”

“What are we going to do if we have twins, Maddie?”

Maddie bit her lip, her eyes opening without her full permission as she thought. “We know how to deal with things like him.”

The car jerked just a little to the right as Jack failed to suppress his flinch. “Do you remember our work on motivations? On why they take artists, musicians, children?” he asked. He forged on without waiting for an answer. “Creative sterility, we called it. For this one to be able to cure sterility, he has to be powerful. I don’t think nails in pockets and inside-out clothing is going to stop him.”

Such protections were hit and miss to begin with. One faerie might hate bread, another might love it. The sound of bells would drive off one, and another would wear them in their hair. Even cold iron was no guarantee against them.

“We’ll have to find something better, then,” she said, firmly.

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Maddie laughed. Not a twin. A single child showed on the ultrasound monitor. A girl. A beautiful baby girl. Perfect.

On the other side of the bed, Jack sunk into a chair, obviously relieved. “She’s healthy?” he asked the OB/GYN.

“Completely,” she said. “This is quite the miracle the two of you put together here.” She shook her head. “We must have gotten something wrong during our examination. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am to have put you through all that, and I won’t blame you if you wanted to find a new doctor.”

“It’s fine,” said Maddie, patting the woman’s arm. “It happens.” Yes, being approached by a powerful fae just ‘happened.’ “The important thing now is to make sure there aren’t any complications.”

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They made sure Jazz was born on a Sunday, with two middle names, one of which Maddie made sure to forget. They scheduled her baptism for as early a date as possible, even though both Jack and Maddie were as lapsed as it was possible to be.

Precautions.

Jack had his surgery only a month later.

They were safe. They had won.

The family of three snuggled together on the couch. Well, Jazz snuggled inasmuch as a newborn was able. They watched TV.

“Jack, dear,” said Maddie, roused to awareness by a news story about a rising young businessman. “Is that our Vlad?”

Jack blinked at the screen. “I think you’re right,” said Jack. “I haven’t seen him since college. I don’t think we’ve talked to him since college.” He frowned. “Did something happen? The three of us used to be so close… He was the only one in the whole folklore department that would put up with our theories, do you remember?”

“I don’t know,” said Maddie, trying to remember. “It was like he was there one day, gone the next.”

“Do you think he’ll mind us getting back in touch?”

“Only one way to find out.”

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(As it turned out, Vlad did not particularly care to get back in touch.)

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Jazz was not a normal child.

She saw too much. She understood too much. Her teeth grew in early. She learned how to get the milk out of the fridge at about the same time she learned how to walk. Her eyes were too large, even for her age. She didn’t start talking until she was almost two, and when she did, it was in complete sentences. She took to responsibility like a duck to water. No, she demanded responsibility, from waking up the family in the morning to answering the door. She loved rules and games, and the rules of games.

But they had never raised a child before. Perhaps this was simply how they were. Perhaps this was within the expected variety of humanity.

Most importantly, Jazz was theirs. Completely.

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Maddie was not terribly concerned when her period missed a few days, or even when it was late by a week. But when it started pushing two…

She bought a test.

It came back positive.

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Danny’s birth was different from Jazz’s in almost every particular. Instead of being infused with a sense of joy, proceedings were overshadowed by dread. Jazz had been born in a hospital. Danny would be born at home, behind every ward and protection Jack and Maddie could conceive of. The midwife they hired was more than used to odd belief systems and threw a few of her own traditions in as well.

It couldn’t hurt.

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It didn’t help.

After the birth, Maddie held Danny in her arms. He’d been born in a caul, which had been slightly alarming, even though Maddie had known that it was a thing that happened regularly, and that, by most accounts, it was lucky.

He was such a tiny little thing. Smaller than Jazz. Which made sense, he was a little premature.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she promised him, whispering into the silky, wispy curls on top of his head.

Someone knocked on the door. Maddie jerked her head up, even though the front door wasn’t at all visible from the basement. Jack flinched hard enough to drop the towels he was holding. The midwife froze.

“Hospitality,” croaked Maddie. Those rules were always humanity’s first defense against the uncanny. Don’t want something in your house? In your life? Don’t invite it in.

Although, she had arguably already invited in the fae they were worried about. Hence all the other contingencies.

The knock came again. And again, louder.

Jack let out a sigh of relief. “It can’t get in,” he murmured. Then he smiled, broad and bright. “We just have to wait it out.”

Maddie nodded, tears in her eyes. The knocking continued. This was far from ideal, obviously, but she’d been half expecting the fae to simply rip through the wards like tissue paper.

Perhaps the theory that more powerful fae were more bound by custom, more vulnerable to their weaknesses, held water? She and Jack had always dismissed it as fanciful, but they’d never been able to gather evidence before.

Then, a sound that made her heart stop.

“I’ll get it!” called Jazz, childish voice muffled by distance and the obstacle of the floors above. She’d been told not to answer the door when Danny was being born, to wait patiently in her room, but for all her unusual maturity, she was only three.

Faster than she’d ever seen him move, Jack bolted for the stairs, pushing aside several pieces of furniture and medical equipment in his haste. He took the stairs four at a time and nearly taking the door off the hinges.

He wasn’t fast enough.

“Who are you, mister?”

“Me?” said a voice Maddie had prayed against ever hearing again. “I am your uncle, my dear. Did your parents not tell you about me?”

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Jazz tipped her head to one side and stared up at the man, making her eyes extra big. She knew it made a lot of people uncomfortable when she looked at them like that, so she treated it as a kind of test.

The man smiled, kind and patient. He was kind of funny looking, but in a good way.

“No,” she said finally. “Are you Mommy’s brother or Daddy’s brother?”

“Ah, you already know about uncles, then. I was worried I’d have to explain. May I come in? I would like to greet your little brother, as your parents promised I could. I have gifts for both of you.”

Jazz liked gifts. “Okay,” she said. “But I dunno if Danny’s been born yet. Mommy said it can take a while. And I dunno if he can have gifts, yet. He’s gonna be really little. That’s what all my books say, and also the internet.”

“Jazz! Don’t!”

Jazz turned to see her Daddy skid around the corner, just as her uncle stepped across the threshold.

“Not quite on time, I fear,” said uncle. “Young Jazz has already let me in.” He patted Jazz on the head. She ducked away and stuck her tongue out, like she always did when Daddy did that. “Having greeted my niece, I would like to see my nephew.”

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The fae did walk past the rest of the wards as if they weren’t even there. It didn’t even break them, just ignored them. Some of them he even commented on, as if approving.

He gazed down at Danny with his otherworldly eyes. The midwife had retreated to the corner of the room, refusing to look at what was happening. Jack had attempted to attack the fae with his bare hands, only to be pushed away with something approaching gentleness by an invisible wall. Maddie didn’t know where Jazz was. Upstairs, somewhere, hopefully.

“So beautiful,” the fae said, brushing Danny’s forehead with his off-color fingers. Faster than Maddie could react, he had a pair of scissors in his hand and was cutting off a lock of hair. “A lovely child.” The lock of Danny’s hair disappeared into the fae’s coat.

If Maddie didn’t know better, she’d call the expression on the fae’s face love. But she did know better. Love was as incomprehensible to the fae as fae laws were to humans, so she’d call it by its true name: avarice.

She tightened her grip on Danny, as if she could keep the fae from plucking him from her arms.

“Not now,” said the fae, after another moment. “Soon, I should think.” It ran a hand over Danny’s head. “Soon.” The fae looked up, meeting Maddie’s eyes. “I will return,” he said, “in one year.”

“For what?” demanded Maddie, unwilling to get her hopes up.

The fae blinked slowly. “For his birthday.” He tilted his head. “To determine whether or not he is ready. Perhaps, also, to visit my niece.”

“You stay away from Jazz!” snarled Maddie. “You have no claim on her.”

The fae merely shrugged, then smiled, slyly. “She does, however, have a claim on me. I promised her gifts, before your husband whisked her away.”

“Gifts,” repeated Maddie, hoarsely.

“For the sister of my child, yes,” said the fae, voice and face as calm and even as ever. “Would you ask me to forswear myself?”

“Then,” said Maddie, “you can leave them here, with us.”

“You will give them to her?”

“Yes,” said Maddie, through her teeth. She did not say how long she would let Jazz be in the presence of these ‘gifts.’

“Very well, then,” said the fae, pulling a number of boxes out from beneath his coat. “One year. Be prepared.”

And, with that, the fae faded from view, as if he had been an illusion all along.

Danny was still with them. Their son was still with them. Still theirs.

“One year,” she said, breathless. “Only one year.”

“One whole year,” corrected Jack, rushing to her side. “You’ll see, Maddie. Next time, that fae won’t know what hit him!”

“One whole year,” echoed Maddie, weakly.

“One year to prepare,” said Jack. “Look what we did with half that time! We’re Fentons! We can do it!”

“We can do it,” breathed Maddie. “One year. We’ll be ready.”

Jack nodded, firmly. “We’ll be ready.”