i got my fangs and contacts in

anonymous asked:

Was that sugar daddy one shot a request? Because it was amazing!! Are you open for requests still? Bc there's a large lack of vampire mchanzo in my life and ur writing is gold ( ˘ ³˘)♥

The saloon was sweltering, baking as the high noon sun beat into the faded wood of the building. Those within its walls sought to fight off the heat with a different kind of burn, cool alcohol chasing away the discomfort of the hot summer sun. The air was thick with smoke, heavy with the sounds of dark whispers and twanging piano. A variety of figures were perched in their usual spots, familiar faces in the highway town. But today a new face joined the mix, seated at a table in the corner with an old regular, chairs close together as they spoke in low voices.

“An Okami huh? In these parts? Reckon you’re a bit far from your den, ain’t ya?” McCree rumbled, worlds rolling thick from his tongue as he swirled his whiskey in its glass, casual. “Must be a reason for one of your kind to cross the pond so far.”

Beside him, Hanzo nodded, dark brown eyes smoldering like the cigar between McCree’s lips as he replied. “I am in search of someone. Another of my kind. I have been following him, and wound up here. I had hoped to get information on his whereabouts.”

The cowboy nodded, tipping back the brim of his hat to make eye contact with the shape shifter. His mouth curled up into a grin, and Hanzo got a glance at the long fangs that held his cigar. McCree’s smile only grew when he met his gaze, tongue running over the sharp edge of his canine, an affirmation. “Yeah, I reckon I know the one you’re searching for. But information don’t come cheap round these parts, especially not the kind you’re huntin’ for.”

Hanzo’ eyes narrowed, the wolf spirits throbbing beneath the gold markings on his skin, warning, but excited by the prospect of a hunt. “Name your price then.”

McCree hummed softly, pleased with the response as he leaned closer, eyes glittering with delight. “Well, how bout a drink? I’ll tell you where your sparrow is, if you let me wet my appetite. I ain’t never had Okami blood before, and I’m feelin’ an almighty thirst.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, I heard from a friend that you were doing ficlet request. I have three. The first one is Damien gets Robert a really cool knife for their anniversary to go cryptid hunting and Robert's just like marry me. The second one is Robert and Damien are getting busy (smex) when Lucien comes home early and Damien hides Robert. The third one is Damien is self-concise about his body and Robert wants to take him to the beach, so the compromise is they go to the beach at night and have fun.

Nonny bless you for these fic prompts! The problem with tumblr is that I can only answer the ask once (unless I keep reblogging the post with the additions of the fic requests but that’ll be a dash-clogger) if you see this ficlet and you would like to send each fic request separately that’s fine, or if you would like to come off anon and I can personally tag you in each that’s also fine!

I’m going to do the third one first because that was the one I was planning to add to my fic Love That Dad! But with Lucien coaxing him rather than Robert, but I am still very excited to do it! Here goes nothing


It was admittedly one of the hottest days in the year. The season was about to turn and of course mother nature (the most elusive cryptid of all if you ask Robert) decided that this was the time to scorch everyone on earth, the residents of the cul-de-sac more specifically. He was certainly roasting alive in his tiny house, he should open a window, but it would only bring more heat in. He already drank a whole case of ice cold beer and all it did was make him sad. So now he was hot and sad, in that order. There was nothing on television, and if he watched another show where people ran around being scared by “ghosts” then he was sure he was going to throw himself to the Dover Ghost. He made a little tub of ice water for Betsy, she seemed satisfied enough. Her little body just big enough to fit inside of the plastic bin, her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She was sleeping. He smiled, she was dumb but she was his dummy and he loved her.

He got up, shedding his sweat-soaked shirt. He was pretty hairy, so that meant that hot days were even hotter for him and that meant that his water bill was going to be through the roof this month. He chucked it in the hamper and went to go the bathroom but then an idea ran through his head.

He wanted to go to the beach. But not by himself, and not just with Betsy, she had no head for conversation. He got out his phone and scrolled through his small list of contacts. Brian? Nah, he was going to bring his daughter and talk about how great she was and he didn’t need to be reminded of what a shitty dad he was. Mat? He was cool, and made good coffee, maybe they could chill and drink a jug of ice coffee. Nah, Mat got nervous around people, and that meant small talk and no bouts of silence that he wanted. Craig? Hard no. It would end up being a workout and he doesn’t need to get anymore sweaty than he already is. Fuck Joseph, automatic no. Mary? She was pretty much down for anything. He sent her a text. She replied quickly saying that she and Joseph had to go to the church for some meeting about renovations, short answer: no. Hugo probably would prefer to stay indoors and read so he wasn’t going to even text him. That only left Damien.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! sorry for disturbing you but I just wanna say I really love your flight fanfics especially first encounter been re-reading! I was wondering if you thought about making a continuation for it? anyway thank you for sharing it! have a nice day

omg, I think I get more requests to continue First Contact than I do to continue any of my unfinished multi-chapter fics ^^  I don’t know exactly what it is that people love about that story so much, but it probably has something to do with stone-age warrior Fang, and the hotness that such an image elicits tbh.  Just a guess, lol.

While I have thought about it, I’m afraid I don’t have any plans for another chapter of the story at the moment.  I don’t want to say it’ll never happen though, because I did write On The Edge after a 3 year fangrai hiatus, so you never know.  If the story were to continue, I had some vague thoughts about Lightning meeting Fang’s tribe, participating in some kind of hunting ritual, and possibly becoming unknowingly married to Fang in the process, but I dunno.

Anyway, thaaaaaaanks!  And don’t u dare apologize.  Never apologize for telling someone u like their stories, friendly anon.  It made my day!  You da best!  <3

ヾ(・ω・*)ノ Heyyo sinners~! I just wanted to rant a little about le Azusa cosplay I’m working on. Well, not working on, it’s 99% done hahaha.

So here we have three pics. ヽ(・ω・ゞ) I just wanted to show you guys my completed cosplay and junkers. I even added a bat to his bandages heeh. But let me say, his hair is such a pain to style //weeps.

。(・ ▿・ ;。) I got contacts for this cosplay too and they’re pretty comfortable. I tried to be as accurate as possible. Alas though, I can’t wear fangs since I have braces. ೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭೨ I’m braces version Azusa *skips off to the sunset*

( •̀ ᴗ•́)و ̑̑. I’m ready to be judged for the con~! //slapped.

And that’s all for now *continues skipping off into the sunset*

(*┌ ~ ₃~)┌  Oh and I probably won’t get to doing Yuma’s DF Ecstasy 10 until after the weekend since I’ll be at the con. Thank you for your patience~

Just finished purchasing all the basic stuff for my Halloween costume 😱😍🎃👻

I got fang veneers (from Dental Distortions, Google the online shop), some pointed prosthetic ear tips (shop is CottageEmpire on etsy), and “Innocent White” color contacts by Desio. Adding where I got everything so I don’t get a bunch of where I got everything 😁

*the Desio photo is my own photo of the contacts over really dark brown eyes in case any one wanted to check them out. The online shop photos only show them on two models but don’t show their original eye color. They will look different on lighter brown eyes/blue eyes/green eyes obviously.*


31 Favorite Horror Movies

#19.  The Monster Squad (1987)

Directed by Fred Dekker


  • Wolfman’s got nards! - Horace
  • I’m glad you’re gettin’ major laughs outta this, Rich. The problem is two-thousand year-old dead guys do not get up and walk away by themselves. - Det. Del Crenshaw
  • BOGUS! Bogus. - Frankenstein
  • Where the hell am I supposed to find silver bullets? K-Mart? - Rudy
  • Mummy came in my house. - Eugene


  • The scene where Dracula lifts Phoebe up and she screams was done in one take. Duncan Regehr wouldn’t wear his red contacts or fangs around the five year old Ashley Bank because it scared her too much. For the scene, director Fred Dekker just told Ashley to scream once the platform raised her. When she asked, “When?” Dekker told her, “Oh, you’ll know,” and proceeded to shoot. The terrified scream you hear when Dracula opens his eyes is Ashley’s genuine scream of fright.
  • Liam Neeson was considered for the role of Dracula.
  • The Wolfman’s face was modeled after that of Stan Winston.
  • In 2006, “Wizard” magazine made a list of the 100 Greatest Villains of All Time, Dracula was ranked as #30 on the list. But, surprisingly, it was for Duncan Regehr’s performance in this film. His performance was chosen over all other versions of the character. Regehr’s Dracula is still considered to be one the absolute best interpretations of the character.