#teeth and claws

[smokeandsteam]

animals

no. 4 unknown

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Undercover Dawning

The Drifter contracts two of his Gambit regulars, Yrsa-06 and Marceline, to do a clandestine job for him by accompanying two Hunters: Teeth and Claws.

This is a @creationstationdiscord gift exchange fic for archerjlady.

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

"Yrsa-06 and Marceline, right?" The slightly larger Hunter spoke with a very low, almost electronically-tinged voice as he stepped out in front of his partner. He walked with an arrogant swagger over to the private table in the back of the bar where they'd agreed to meet. He wore a full set of Calamity Rig gear in base colours with no shader.

Marceline stepped forward. She towered over Yrsa and the two Hunters. "Yeah, and you are?"

"I'm Teeth." The Hunter pointed at himself. "And this is Claws." He jerked his thumb backwards to the other Hunter behind him, who nodded. That one had a Superblack shader on all her gear.

Both kept their faceplates on.

Marceline and Yrsa had removed their helmets before entering the back room. Neither Hunter moved to remove their headgear.

"No faces. Kinda sketch," Marceline said in a private channel to Yrsa while they continued toward the other two.

"Hunters, though." Yrsa-06 replied on the same private channel. "Some Hunters are just like that. And the money is good."

"The money is from Drifter," the Titan replied, still on the private channel. "I don't know of anyone sketchier."

"Spider." Yrsa said, sliding into the booth.

"Ok you have a point. Spider makes Drifter look upstanding." Marceline answered.

"Drifter may be sketchy but his money is good." Yrsa said.

"Except when he bans us from Gambit for being too good at his game." Marceline slid in along the seat of the booth next to Yrsa.

"He apologized," Yrsa pointed out. "And he apologized financially. I'm still kinda pissed, but he did pay us off so... I guess I'm good with it."

"I guess, yeah. Ok fine, are we doing this?" Marceline asked, drumming her fingers on the table.

"I'm good with it even if they are ridiculously shifty fuckers." Yrsa began to fiddle with one of the Dawning ornaments decorating the wall.

"Heh. Shifty fuckers. Maybe they're good in bed."

They both watched as first Teeth and then Claws slid into the booth across the table from them, still keeping their helmets on.

"I like to see the face of who I'm fucking," the Warlock quipped back.

"I guess... they are kinda hot though."

Yrsa-06 sighed. "You think most people are hot, Marceline, but I do like how he walks."

"Yeah, it's the way he moves his hips. You like hips."

"I prefer yours."

"I know." The Titan smirked briefly at her partner and then switched off the private comms. "Ok so Drifter said we're sneaking onto the Glykon Volatis?"

"That's what he told us, yeah," Teeth said. "He also said not to ask too many questions. So we didn't."

He lifted his arm and placed it back around Claws' shoulders. Claws tensed for a moment and then leaned back against him.

"He told us that too," Yrsa-06 said, across the table from Teeth. "Always makes me nervous."

"Nah, sometimes it's better not to know," Teeth said. "Too much politics goin' on in this town."

"Ok well, I can agree with you on that," Marceline answered looking at Claws across from her. Claws seemed to be staring at a point behind and to the left of her. Marceline glanced back to confirm there was nothing there other than some festive Dawning ornaments lighting up the room in a snowflake pattern.

"Your ghosts got the schematics all good?" Teeth asked. "Any questions before we go?"

"Yeah," Marceline said. "Can Claws even talk?"

"Yes. Why?" Claws' voice contained a twinge of annoyance and another slight digital warble. Despite the audio adjustments, or perhaps because of them, her voice sounded feminine and soft. She still did not turn her helmet to look at either of the people sitting across from her.

"Just curious. You hadn't said anything yet." Marceline answered, and then switched over to private comms.

"Either they both have glitchy audio in their helmets in the exact same way or they're both using voice modulators," she said to Yrsa.

"Someone doesn't want to be seen or heard. Then again, who wants to be known to work for the Drifter?" Yrsa replied.

"Good point, but then, why didn't we disguise ourselves?" Marceline asked.

"We don't give a fuck?" Yrsa answered, looking up at her with a grin.

"That's not what you said last night."

Yrsa coughed, flustered. Marceline switched off the private channel.

"Fireteams are normally three but we're doing four," the tall Titan said. "Any idea why?"

"This isn't a regular mission." Teeth explained, leaning forward. At least his mask looked like he was facing the people he was talking to. "Vanguard has the Glykon designated as a no-go zone. Claws has to gather some Egregore samples and that thing is crawling with Scorn. The three of us are here to make sure they don't bother her while she's pickin' fungus flowers."

"What are your samples for?" Yrsa-06 asked.

Claws stiffened again and turned her head to look at Teeth.

"She can't tell ya that." Teeth explained.

"Right. Drifter said no questions." Marceline said.

"That he did." Teeth agreed.

"And yet, here you are, asking us if we have questions." Yrsa-06 countered.

"Yeah well, I ain't Drifter," Teeth said, tugging Claws closer to him. She sighed in response but snuggled closer to him.

"But," Teeth continued, "...there is a bunch of stuff we can't answer. To be honest, we don't know a lot about it ourselves. Limited intel, just like you."

"So we get in, get the samples and get out, right?" Yrsa asked.

"That's the plan." Teeth said.

"Awful lot of glimmer for some fungus." Marceline commented.

Teeth shrugged. "Drifter pays well for people willin' to keep their mouths shut."

"He does." Yrsa agreed.

"We good?" Marceline asked Yrsa on their private channel.

"Yeah."

"We're good to go," Marceline told Teeth. "Let's do this."

...

"Lots of Egregore." Marceline muttered into the open comms through her helmet as she walked into the room. Fronds of Egregore sprouted from dead Cabal all around them.

"Yup," Teeth said. "Watch out for Screebs." He walked over to a blast door that was twitching erratically, unable to fully open or close, and began examining it.

Claws crouched down next to a mass of Fungal growth and began cutting at it with a knife.

"So..." Yrsa crouched down next to her, the Maroon Moon shader on her Warlock robes looked purple in the blue-green light of the Egregore. "...you like Gambit huh?"

"What?" Claws asked, clearly annoyed.

"You play a lot of Gambit."

"Whatever has given you that impression?"

Yrsa-6 pointed to Claws, dragging her finger through the air from her head to her toes. "Your... outfit?"

Claws' helmeted head tipped down to regard the Poison Promise sleeves, vest and strides she was wearing from inside her Poison Promise mask as though she was seeing them, and the Gambit snakes embossed on them, for the first time. "Oh."

"Drifter doesn't just give that away. That's nice gear. You have to play enough to have gotten all that. We play a lot too. Weird we haven't seen you."

"Yes I... I suppose I do like Gambit." Claws returned to harvesting Egregore.

"So what's your favourite Gambit map?"

"I... um..." Claws stammered.

Teeth walked over and said, "Europa."

"Yes," Claws said, sounding a bit relieved. "Europa."

"She likes the snow," Teeth added.

"I like the snow," Claws affirmed.

"Riiiiiight." Yrsa said, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Tsch," Claws made an irritated sound, holding up a long frond of Egregore she had lopped off at the base toward Teeth.

Teeth took it from her and twisted it sideways. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Claws stood up and took one end of the stem, slipping her knife along it to split it in half.

"It is hollow. Void of all mycelial fluids. Like a straw."

"Too old?" Teeth asked.

"Very much so, yes." Claws snapped the frond in two and tossed it to the side.

"So you need fresher stuff." Teeth concluded.

"There will probably be more farther in," Yrsa said, standing up as well.

"The farther in we go, the greater the risk." Claws snapped.

Teeth reached out a hand to tug gently at Claws' elbow. "It's all right," his modulated voice still managed to sound gentle. "We got backup. These two are great. We'll be fine. You need goop, we get you your goop."

The black-clad hunter turned and gripped Teeth's arm tightly. "Are you certain?"

"Yeah," Teeth looked over to Yrsa. "You good goin' in deeper?"

Yrsa held up her Bad Juju pulse rifle and nodded. "Hell yeah!"

All three of them started as a grating above them was kicked out of an air vent and landed nearby. Marceline stuck her head out of the tunnel. "Found a way through!" she announced.

...

"Do you invade a lot?" Yrsa asked from behind Claws as they crawled through the vents.

"What?" Claws asked, looking back from Marceline in front of her to Yrsa behind her.

"In Gambit," Yrsa clarified as Teeth crawled behind her, bringing up the rear. "Do you invade a lot?"

"Um... No," Claws said. "I prefer to... bank motes."

"Me too," Yrsa said. "I love it when Drifter says he's proud of me. Gets me every time. That voice."

"Heh," Teeth, behind Yrsa, gave a short laugh.

"Yes he... he does have a nice voice," Claws said as she crawled. "It's... very pleasant."

"So hot," Marceline said from the front.

Teeth coughed. It almost sounded like he was trying not to laugh.

"It... it is hot, yes..." Claws stammered.

"We should play Gambit some time, us four. We'd be a killer team." Marceline said as she punched a grating and jumped down into a hallway. The other three followed.

"Uh... Claws has a lot of obligations right now..." Teeth was the last to climb out. "Vanguard stuff... we uh... haven't been playin' Gambit much."

"Had to have been playing recently," Marceline said. "Claws is wearing the newest gear."

"We did a lot when it first came out," Teeth explained. "Not so much now, probably won't be in there any time soon to be honest."

"Awww, no one ever wants to play Gambit," Yrsa sighed and pulled out her Embraced Identity sniper rifle, using the scope to magnify her view as she scanned the area on the other side of across a large gap with several gears grinding together at the bottom.

"Lotsa people playin' Gambit, sweetheart," Teeth said. "I see 'em every day."

"How do you see them if you don't play?" Marceline asked.

"Uh..."

"When he walks through the bazaar for work." Claws said quietly as she crouched down next to several glowing pustules, examining them.

"Yeah, that." Teeth agreed.

"Oh?" Marceline readied her Retold Tale shotgun and began slowly walking toward a large mass of Egregore on the other side of them. "Where do you work?"

She jumped back and fired as two Screebs scuttled toward her. The shotgun blast vaporized them both.

Teeth stepped out between Claws and where the Screebs had appeared, his Gnawing Hunger auto rifle ready.

Two more Screebs appeared. Marceline and Teeth fired at the same time. The Screebs exploded harmlessly away from everyone, leaving glowing splotches of dark ether to glow a sickly blue on the walls and ground.

Marceline and Teeth nodded to each other and Teeth followed behind the Titan as she began to search for more Screebs. Yrsa-06 remained near Claws until the other two returned.

"These spores are more recent, but they have no fruiting bodies. We will need to coat ourselves in them and then proceed through on the other side." Claws pointed to where a glittering Egregore barrier was stretched across several lumps of fungus in a doorway on the other side of the churning pit.

"Sparkle up, people," Teeth said, looking down at the gears below that would grind up anything, or anyone, that might come in contact with them. "And uh... don't fall into the death hole."

...

All of them made it across with no issue. Yrsa-06 and Marceline took out several more Screebs and then Claws examined another long frond of Egregore. She gave a frustrated sigh when she slit open the long stem.

"Still too old?" Teeth asked.

"Yes, although this one does seem less ancient than the others we found earlier."

"That's good! That means we're makin' progress. Just gotta go a bit farther then. Let's keep movin'." He shot out a blinking fuse in one of the pipes. A hatch opened in the floor at his feet.

"So where do you work?" Marceline asked again as she and Teeth dropped down into a storage room.

Claws slipped down, landing lightly on her feet next to her partner.

"Look," Teeth stopped and leaned against the wall. "Gonna be straight up with you two here: We can't talk about our work. It's very hush-hush."

"Oh I know what you two do now," Yrsa said as she clambered down to join them.

"You do?" Claws asked, nervously.

"Yeah I can see right through you. Both keeping your masks on, got cute names that totally aren't your real ones, both probably using voice modulators, wearing Gambit gear like that... knowing about who plays Gambit without playing Gambit... working near the bazaar... Yeah, it's pretty clear now."

Teeth and Claws looked at each other and then looked back at Yrsa and Marceline.

"You're Hidden agents," Yrsa continued. "You work for Ikora, don't you?"

Claws visibly relaxed.

"Well now," Teeth said, folding his arms across his chest, "...if that were true, and I ain't sayin' it is, we couldn't tell ya that, now could we?"

"Hush!" Claws hissed. "Do you hear that, as I do?"

Everyone fell silent. A low rumbling as though something heavy was being dragged seemed to move across the ceiling.

Teeth tapped Marceline on her Synthoceps gauntlets and pointed to the door. Marceline nodded and quietly turned the handle, pushing it open and looking through. She waved the others to follow her and they moved quickly and quietly, closing the door behind them.

...

They'd shuffled through multiple corridors and several rooms putting space between them and whatever had made the heavy dragging sounds. Teeth pulled a wall panel off near one of the blast doors and hotwired it, sealing it behind them. They breathed a little easier after that.

Walking along another room Claws stopped in front of a large glass panel separating the area they were in from what looked to have once been a medical bay.

"Oh hey," Teeth whispered at her shoulder, looking through the glass. "That looks pretty fresh."

"Yes," Claws said.

"I bet that'll give ya what you need," he said.

"I believe so. But we will need to enter that room."

Marceline continued on ahead and turned a corner. "Door here," she said quietly.

The other three followed. In front of the door was a security panel. It, like so much else around them, was overgrown with Egregore.

Claws crouched next to the panel and then looked back to Teeth. "Can you modify the wiring to enable our access?" she asked him.

"Just get your ghost to scan it." Yrsa-06 told her.

Claws froze and sucked in a quick breath.

"We uh... we don't like to wave our ghosts around," Teeth explained, kneeling next to Claws and placing a hand on her arm gently. "We've had some bad experiences with that... due to our um... line of work..."

"Right," Marceline said, pulling out her own ghost, Kari, and getting her to scan the panel. "Don't wanna end up like Zavala or Osiris."

"Or Eris," Yrsa added.

Claws' head whipped around to look at Yrsa.

"Poor Eris." Marceline continued. "I wish we could get her a new ghost."

"Eris wouldn't want a new ghost," Claws snapped. "She loved the one she had."

"So... you know Eris well?" Marceline asked her.

"Of course she knows Eris," Yrsa said. "They're Hidden agents."

"Yes... I mean..." Claws stammered.

"Ha!" Yrsa pointed. "Caught you!"

Claws and Teeth looked at each other. He squeezed her hand.

"Yes... you... caught me..." Claws said.

"You don't get out much do you?" Yrsa asked.

"I... No," Claws acquiesced, squeezing Teeth's hand back. "No, I do not..."

"You should come hang out with us more..." Yrsa said. "We like you two..."

Claws tilted her head to the side. "You do?"

"Yes," Marceline said. The door opened with a soft beep and Kari returned to her.

"I can message ya on VanNet if ya like," Teeth said as he stood. "We can work somethin' out." He reached out to help Claws stand up.

"VanNet?" Marceline asked as she stepped through the door. "Why not just have your ghosts call ours?"

Claws stiffened. Teeth squeezed her hand again.

"That don't work for us," Teeth said. "Sorry."

"That's ok, VanNet is fine." Yrsa told them. "We can do that."

Once inside, Claws pulled out her knife once more and sliced off the base of a long frond of Egregore. It oozed blue-green fluid that had a purple sheen.

"That's it, ain't it?" Teeth asked. "That's what ya need, right?"

"Yes," Claws said, relief flooding her voice. She began to harvest the long tendrils waving around them, slicing them off at their bases and stacking them like firewood on an empty medical stretcher beside her.

There was a roar outside the room. The other three looked through the large glass panel at the two Scorn Abominations stumbling toward them.

Teeth walked quickly over to the door and pushed the close button. It slid shut with a hiss. Yrsa's ghost, Norbert, floated up next to him and began to interface with the panel to seal the door.

"Can they see us?" Yrsa asked.

One of the Abominations walked up and punched glass between them. The second took several steps back and charged, using its overly muscled and rivet-studded shoulder like a battering ram. The impact made a loud 'thunk' and the glass made a soft 'tink' as cracks spiderwebbed out from the point of impact, making a fractal pattern about the size of a human hand.

"Pretty sure they can," Teeth said. "How's your harvest goin' partner?" he asked Claws.

"I need more time!" she said, her voice modulator warbling slightly.

The Abominations both ran in to impact the glass again with two more loud shuddering 'thunks' and two more sets of radiating cracks.

"Is there another way out of here?" Marceline asked, readying her Tractor Cannon.

Teeth and Yrsa looked around.

"Not unless you're the size of a ghost," Teeth said, reaching back to pull up his 21% Delirium machine gun. "Only way out is through."

Void energy began to crackle along Yrsa's body. Her fingertips began to glow purple.

"There's more comin' behind 'em." Teeth said. "Keep 'em away from Claws. That's why you're the muscle, heroes."

"And what does that make you?" Marceline asked over her shoulder.

"I'm the clean up crew behind ya," he said, wryly. "Guess that makes me the janitor."

More impacts shook and crunched against the glass. The wall was so filled with cracks now that they could no longer see through.

Yrsa-06 dropped a rift at her feet near Claws. Teeth stepped into it beside them both.

The glass gave way.

Yrsa's Nova Bomb hit the first Abomination that came through in the face, vaporizing it.

The second Abomination stumbled several steps forward before it fell to its knees as its body began to come apart at the atomic level from the forces emanating from the small black hole.

Marceline and Teeth had already begun firing.

Several Wraiths came clambering in, only to be cut down by Teeth's bullets or obliterated by blasts from Marceline's Tractor Cannon.

"Here come the Screebs!" Teeth called out.

Yrsa-06 tossed a Void Scatter grenade. The four-limbed scuttling mass of dozens of Screebs popped like popcorn, the first few setting off a chain reaction which erupted all over the remaining Scorn in bursts of Dark Ether.

Marceline ran up as a Scorn Chieftain ran in. Her first punch staggered it. Her second took off its head.

Farther back, another Chieftain tossed a Solar Totem into the room. Teeth jumped on top of Claws, pulling her to the side and keeping himself between her and the flames. He grunted as his cloak caught fire and, without looking, pointed his auto rifle one-handed at the Totem behind him, holding down the trigger.

Yrsa lifted her Crux Termination rocket launcher onto her shoulder, took aim, and fired through the shattered glass barrier. The second Scorn Chieftain at the back of the other room exploded in a burst of Arc energy as the projectile hit him squarely in the face.

The Solar Totem dissipated. Marceline punched two more Raiders and a Ravager to death. Green spikes sprouted from her fists. She became a flurry of bladed Strand, ripping through everything around her like a blender. By the time she was done there were no more Scorn around her. A few more bursts of gunfire rang out from Teeth and Yrsa clearing out the last of the stragglers and then everything was quiet.

"Everyone ok?" Teeth asked, glass crunching under his feet.

"I am fine." Claws said, returning to her Egregore harvest.

"Me too," Yrsa answered, holding Bad Juju ready while scanning their surroundings.

"I'm good," Marceline replied, stepping back into the room. The bright green of the Gambit Jadestone shader on her armour was now accented with splashes of Dark Ether blue.

Teeth patted down his cape, putting out the flames.

"How about you?" Yrsa asked him.

"Extra tasty crispy," he answered, smacking another bit of flame on the left boot of his strides. His armour was singed all over.

"Too bad about your cape," Marceline commented.

"I got lots more where that came from," Teeth said.

"Never met a Hunter who wasn't precious about his cape," Yrsa said.

"Nah, the scorch marks give it character!" Teeth replied cheerily.

"I have all I require." Claws pronounced. "Let us make our egress from this location as expediently as possible."

"What?" Teeth looked at her with his arms held out to his sides in an incredulous gesture. "Ya shouldn't cuss like that in front of our new friends, Claws. You'll put 'em off!"

"Ugh!" was her only reply. No one needed to see her face to know that under her mask she was rolling her eyes.

"The hell is anyone supposed to know what egress means?" he asked her. "It sounds dirty."

"Have you considered broadening your vocabulary?" Claws said, sharply.

"Have you considered using words people understand?" he retorted.

Yrsa-06 burst out laughing.

"Pretty sure she was just saying it's time to go," Marceline added.

"Yes," Claws said, her arms filled with Egregore fronds.

"Let's skedaddle then," Teeth said. "If I'm remembering correctly, there's a docking bay not too far from here. Open to space on one side. We should be able to get a transmat out from there without having to track back where we came from and then we can get ourselves the hell off this infested wreck."

...

Two days later both Marceline and Yrsa received an alert regarding a package addressed to the two of them at the Post Office in the Tower.

Kadi 55-30 dutifully retrieved the box when they showed up and handed it to Marceline. It was plain black and wrapped with a silver bow. No return address was given.

A small tag was attached under the bow.

Yrsa-06 and Marceline, Don't ask how we got this, but happy Dawning! Teeth & Claws

Marceline passed the box to Yrsa and shrugged. They began walking away as the Exo opened it up.

"What is it?" the Titan asked as they made their way up the steps to the Ironwood tree.

"Looks like... Two exotic ciphers and a box of cookies. Not bad since Drifter already paid us."

"What kind of cookies?"

"Assorted, different kinds," Yrsa said. "Weird though. Half of them are perfectly done and the other half are burnt to shit." She handed Marceline an unburnt dark chocolate mote.

"Huh," Marceline said, her mouth full of chocolate. "I wonder what that's supposed to mean."

"No idea," Yrsa said, taking a bite out of a perfectly cooked bright dusted snowball. "Exotic ciphers though."

"I'll exotic your cipher," Marceline growled in Yrsa's ear. "Lets get home."

"Why?"

"Because," Marceline pulled Yrsa closer, "...you probably want to be inside when I start tearing off your clothes."

[salmonight]

Fanart of Teeth and Claws by TheShadowSwan

Which is a wonderful KHR x HP fanfic.

Progress:

As for the bunny theme... I originally planned it for Easter but did not finish it by then soooo... U can see the finished product all in it's glory now!

[wolfsteax]

♦️can't see straight♦️

[jacktheeldergod2]

I haven't been on my bullshit for too many months

You find a little box with magical chocolates that have tickets that say their effect. Upon their box is written "only take one"

@1969chevycamaro @whereserpentswalk @everythingismadeofchaos @trashsouppossum @techiekittie @your-average-toast-enjoyer @ononpetitecroissant @polkadotsunshine @ana-isnt-dead @sabertoothwalrus @sapient-marshmallow-princess @sirviscount @drunkensynodoffoolsandjesters @doyoudreamofwater @dackychansworldofhoshino @dh-ng @decoysender @foxundermoon @frozen-antifreeze @gloriousvermin @myorgansaremelting @kinkshame-puncher-666 @leavesswaytoday @coiled-dragon @mmmmmmky @mun-urufu @moonsfavoritedaughter

[bigcitymac]

he wears disgusted bewilderment better than most people wear a fabulous evening gown

[mother-lee]

[angelxd-3303]

Something, something, monsters not understanding/learning about humans.

Just some doodles but I thought they were kinda cute.

[sprainedankle15]

no offense guys but i need harrow to climb gideon like a ladder i truly cannot vocalize how much these two need to fuck NASTY

[kiwiaok]

obsessed with the idea that even when andrew and neil fight it’s glaringly obvious that they love each other very much

so for example after an argument neil leaves and slams the door behind him without a word but then he opens it back up again, says that he’ll be back and then slams it even louder. andrew pretends he doesn’t give a fuck but he silently appreciates it bc it means that neil hasn’t left left

or like andrew throwing neil out but not telling him to give back keys, bc a key is a home and he doesn’t want to take that away from neil. arguing but never throwing the word misunderstanding around. smashing dishes but not those favourite cups that were a gift from the foxes. pushing and probing and provoking but never breaking

I just think that both neil and andrew know each others’ softest spots and they could very easily destroy each other. but they don’t and they won’t bc they trust and respect each other way too much for that and I think that’s very beautiful

[melonisopod]

People are really confused over Sinclair getting a Middle ID like bro Sinclair craves violence. He has a latent violent streak he wants to rip things apart and kill them. He was getting melted and did not care because he was crawling towards Kromer so he could tear her to shreds. Of course he belongs in a gang where they deal with any perceived slight or offense with extreme violence.

[morggo]

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Snag all these dead boys for only $6.50 or more. Take a pic or few to your fav tattoo artist and have em work their magic.

Grab em here 👇

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[oh-no-its-bird]

Whenever I see anyone draw kakashi having fangs or claws I start screaming around kicking my feet🙏 an Angel gains there wings everytime!!

Meow

[oh-biwan]

You'll be my father You'll be my brother You'll be my lover

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 310

Shadow core Danny? Shadow core Danny with Hazmat AU? Indeed, with a hint of a twist. 

See that hazmat helmet beneath the hood? Yeah that’s erm, that might be his actual face now. It might be able to split open into a proper maw, as he found out during one of the early fights. He thinks it might be a shadow-core thing though, because Fright Knight has something similar, along with the Keeper. Who's apparently a ghost that keeps track of other shadow-ghosts, which, cool. Cool library covered in flesh, nothing spooky there. 

He mentions this? Because apparently even if all ghosts partially feed on emotions, shadow cores need Fear the most. Which, thankfully shadow cores are apparently more rare than he’d expect, so he’s not going to go into a territorial frenzy or something on a bad day, yay! 

But uh, he might… count as a ghostling since he’s only a year dead- in fact he’ll continue to be as such until he’s at least 100 years dead, since he didn’t die as an adult. Which in turn… means he needs even more fear, at least until he’s old enough to generate it on his own. 

So what’s a ghostling to do? Take a trip to one of the most fear-soaked cities in the world, y’know, just a little weekend trip every month. Gotham isn’t that bad, and he can stay invisible- mostly! What’s going to happen, he run into a vigilante? Ha… oh no.

[honimello]

HES A FREAK! HES A SEXY DISGUSTING LITTLE FREAK!!!