vlad clothing

chipmunkwithwings  asked:

so something like: nathan waking up to find he must have gone to vlads in his wolf form, curled up on the bed like a big puppy and now he has no clothes, and vlad is in the kitchen making him a big breakfast.

Oh gosh, this is so close to an actual scene in the book you have no idea haha hmmmmmm lemme think.

The world looked different through the eyes of a wolf. Often times what seemed irrational to the human part of the brain, could make perfect sense to the part that insisted four legs were better than two.

He tried again, digging his claws in and trying to fit his snout under the door. He could smell what he wanted on the other side, and he was determined to get to it, even if he had to dig his way through the flagstone to do so.

The door opened with an irritated jerk, and the occupant looked around then down. The part of him that insisted two legs and opposable thumbs were useful traits to have, recognized the vampire as Vlad. The rest of his lunar addled brain simply thought of him as his. His vampire. His person. His.

Vlad opened the door farther to let the giant wolf into the room, sighing heavily when the wolf brushed up against him and left a trail of fur from shins to hip bone. He didn’t even bother trying to brush it off. 

“You’re supposed to be out running through the forest.” He said, somewhat reproachfully.

The wolf made a low sound deep in his chest flicking his ears to convey his displeasure with the current outside world. He didn’t so much mind the rain, but lightning still made him skittish.

“Oh fine, come on then.” Vlad muttered, padding back toward his darkened bedroom and crawling back into the gargantuan overstuffed bed they’d been sharing these past few months. He held the cover open, expecting him to settle at his back as he had done several times before, but after some consideration he settled neatly at the foot of the bed, resting his head on the vampire’s feet.

“You are so weird.” Vlad said, but even the canine part of Nathan’s brain could hear the smile in his voice. He snuffled softly in response, breathing in the room, the familiar scents that were so uniquely Vlad enveloping him in a warm happy haze. Hey lay still for a while, listening to the other man drift between wakefulness and sleep, watching the moon through the still open window, letting the sounds of the forest drift in.

 This, the wolf knew, was happiness.


Morning broke, and Nathan awoke with it. There was a brief moment of disorientation where he wondered where he was before some hazy recollection connected, matching up the missing dots between canine and human brain.

“Oh gods,” he muttered, realizing that he was curled up, not in their bed, but at the foot of it. “Ugh.”

He’d heard of puppy love but sometimes the wolf really took it too far.

Vlad appeared at the doorway, dressed down in only a pair of black trousers and a white shirt and casual waistcoat, his sungoggles perched atop his head. “Mornin’. Feeling a little rough, are we?”

“If that was a pun,” Nathan rasped out, struggling to work moisture into his mouth as he sat up on the edge of the bed, “then you can fuck right off.”

The vampire chuckled, crossing over the short space and pressing a mug into Nathan’s hands.

“Oooh I love you.”

“Are you talking to me or the coffee?” Vlad asked, wryly, grunting when Nathan reached out and pulled him against him, nuzzling his face against Vlad’s abdomen and trying to drink his coffee at the same time.

“Don’t make me choose.”

“Hmm,” Vlad hummed in response, lifting his hands to run them through Nathan’s unruly hair, nails dragging over his scalp in that oh so pleasant way. “You don’t have any clothes in here you know.”

“Oh no, what a shame.” Nathan deadpanned, leaning further into the touch.“I’ll just have to stay here. In your bed all day. Naked.”

The vampire snorted, allowing himself to be manhandled as Nathan set aside the mug and began unbuttoning his waistcoat. “Some of us have things to do you know.”

“Yes,”Nathan agreed as he wrapped both arms around Vlad’s waist and toppled him unceremoniously onto the bed. “Me.”

The Colour Out Of Space

When he first woke up he realized he had snow white hair, and glowing green eyes.


Danny stirred fitfully. Lightning strained limbs shuddered in exhaustion. Cold.

He was lying on something cold, and he was cold. And on his back, for some reason. His thoughts were sluggish and muddled; he rolled over, and groaned as his muscles vehemently protested in response. He opened his eyes.

And yelped, and slammed them shut.

Even in that brief flash of vision, he could see that everything was… wrong. Unexplainable. Nothing that could be possibly described, or thought about. He felt like throwing up. Gone were familiar shades, replaced by… something there were no words for. Carefully, still keeping his eyes firmly shut, some part of him distractedly wondering why his heart wasn’t racing at this, he made his way by touch and memory to the sink at the back of the lab.

After washing his eyes with the weird showerhead taps provided; after all that’s what it was there for, it was possible one of his parent’s weird concoctions had gotten into his eyes, he had been messing around in here judging by the jumpsuit he was wearing, although the precise details were still a little fuzzy. When he decided they’d been rinsed enough, he trepidatingly opened his eyes a second time.

And this time, just stared into the mirror above the sink. Because that reflection couldn’t be him. He was the same in outline and face, but his hair had whitened, in fright?, and the jumpsuit was definitely not the one he remembered putting on, but the most arresting thing were his eyes. They glowed, and they were neither black nor white nor any shade in between; they, they were…

The shade? Notshade? Of the portal. The portal. He’d gone into it, and…

Memories slammed into him full force, and unconsciousness was better than dealing with them.


This is an AU where humans in the Danny Phantom universe have achromatic vision only, seeing only in black and white and shades of grey *shot*. Ghosts, on the other hand, have full trichromatic vision which is very sharp since flying has good eyesight as a prerequisite, and after the accident, Danny has it too.

This AU includes such things as:

  • Because the human retina is almost completely rods, they have much better night vision. In addition, they also have a better sense of textures and shade gradations. Many shades have names in frequent use.
  • As a result, fashion tends to emphasize patterning and ruffling. Danny’s jumpsuit in human form is actually kinda minimalistically striking to humans, despite being a little plain to ghosts.
  • Danny discovers his Dad’s jumpsuit is day glo orange with a cry of “my eyes!” No wonder his parents don’t catch many ghosts.
  • In fact, pretty much everyone in Amity is a fashion disaster colourwise. I know that this is unlikely given that coloured dyes are deliberately chosen or created irl but shhh.  The fact that people like Spectra and Vlad wear colour coordinated clothes is actually a massive clue they’re not what they seem.
  • Danny struggling to explain what he sees to Sam and Tucker because he has no words for it.
  • Jazz being like “is something on my face?” and Danny stops staring at her hair.
  • Danny finding something and showing Sam it like “this is exactly like your eyes” and she’s like “Danny? They’re completely different shades.”
  • Danny slowly picking up colour names through interactions with ghosts. He learns green first, and then red. He’s actually kinda glad he isn’t going insane.
  • Sam and Tucker making a game of asking him what ‘colour’ random things are. “If it’s concrete it’s generally grey, Tuck.”
  • Danny finding himself starting to amass a bit of a collection of strongly coloured items in his room and occasionally just looking at them.
  • Valerie’s suit was made by Vlad, and altered by Technus, so the colour scheme was deliberate. The ghosts call her the Red Huntress, and eventually she finds about this moniker and pins down Phantom and demands to know what it means, and the best explanation he can give is along the lines of “Red? It’s like… anger, heat, um… blood, human blood.”
  • Valerie being pleased with these associations.