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Dance Macabre selection! Requested by Anon ^^

That would send ahiga into dangerous mode fast-

Evil. Evil and sick and twisted especially after I reposted the first part of this saying it was helping me work through trauma. This is like my number one fear 😭 Ahiga does 1000% consider this his pup, his baby, and will protect her just as fiercely as his biological pup. Very bad news for your ex

When you get back to your parents house the morning after your and Ahiga’s first official date, you go straight into the nursery. When you don’t see your daughter in her crib, you don’t immediately panic because you assume that your mother probably got up to do a late night feeding and fell asleep holding her. However, when you walk into your parents’ room, you see your mother fast asleep in the bed with your father, and no sign of your daughter.

“Mom, where’s the baby?” you ask, your voice shaking slightly.

Your mom takes a second to wake up, but when you repeat your question in a more panicked voice, she sits up, looking confused. “What do you mean, Y/N? Your dad saw you come in pretty late and get her. Didn’t you take her to Ahiga’s?

“No Mom! I just got back. I texted you that I was sleeping over at Ahiga’s,” your chest feels tight as you pull out your phone, immediately dialing 9-1-1. As soon as dispatch says that the officers are on the way, you realize that Ahiga could likely catch a scent before it’s lost under all the officers.

You call him and at first he’s excited to hear from you already, especially since you had insisted on him staying over at his place that night, but as soon as you say the baby is missing, he goes on high alert. He gets to the house before the cops do, immediately picking up on a familiar scent.

“That fucking piece of shit,” he snarls as he almost runs past you to get back to the front door.

“Aggy, Ahiga! Wait!” you shout as he takes off down the road, fully shifted, which you haven’t seen in a long time.

He doesn’t slow down, and by the time you get your keys to try to follow him in your car, the police are there. You stay, describing what happened. You went out on a date, and when you came home, your baby was gone. No sign of forced entry, no doors or windows that were left unlocked, unless the front door had been, but since you used your key to come in in the morning, they had no way of knowing now because you didn’t check it.

“And what about the baby’s father? Is he in he picture?” the officer taking down the report asks as his partner searches for any other clues.

“No. He saw her once the other day, but he didn’t even hold her. He doesn’t even know her name or her birthday,” you explain, trying your hardest not to break out in tears.

They are your ex’s contact information and promise to be in touch. You collapse into your mother’s arms, sobbing hard. You never had spent the night away from her, and the first time you did, she was taken. You couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault. If you and Ahiga had stayed there, then there’s no way anyone could have gotten past him.

The police direct you to stay home, just in case it’s a ransom, though you don’t see how it could be. Why would anyone think you could afford one? You try calling Ahiga, but his phone had fallen out of his pocket and was laying on the floor of your room.

A few hours later, Ahiga comes back, still mostly shifted, with your daughter curled up in his arms. She obviously had been crying because her face was still red, and there were obvious tear streaks on her chubby face that Ahiga clearly licked away when he was kissing her, the spit trails also obvious on her face.

“You found her. You found her,” your voice cracks as you scoop her up, holding her to your chest as you babble how sorry you are for leaving her, how much you love her.

You don’t even notice the blood on her favorite blanket, or on Ahiga’s muzzle at first. Your mother wraps her arms around both you and the baby as your father shakes Ahiga’s massive paw. What he says is what makes you look back over at Ahiga.

“Best go clean up somewhere else, son. Somewhere the cops won’t think to check for blood. You understand?” your father says in a low voice, being the first to see the extent of blood on Ahiga.

You finally look over at him, properly taking in his appearance. Blood mats the fur under his muzzle, and the haggard and torn shirt he’s wearing is also basically covered in blood. Your eyes trail down to his jeans, which are spattered in blood. You swallow hard, looking down at your daughter and the blood on her blanket finally registering.

“Let’s have a barbecue to celebrate,” you say quietly, unwrapping her from the bloody blanket.

Ahiga meets your eyes, nodding slightly as he takes off his shirt and jeans, taking the blanket from you. He heads out to the back yard, tossing the clothes into the fire pit before pouring the coals over them. It’s a warm summer night. Who’s going to think anything of a little makeshift campfire barbecue? His claws scrape against the stones outside as he walks to the shed, rinsing off the blood. It’s not a good bath, but decent enough that when he gets into the shower, no one is worried about it.

Your father lights the firepit as your mother rinses the bloody grass off. Soon, it just looks like dirt. When Ahiga comes back out, still mostly shifted and sits beside you, you don’t even have to ask. You know what he did.

“Who was it?” you ask quietly, looking down at your daughter who starts barking excitedly when she sees Ahiga again, reaching out for him with her chubby hands.

His face softens as he extends a clawed finger out for the baby to grasp. “Him,” he mutters, and you know who it is. Your ex.

You nod, swallowing hard as you look back down at the baby. “And he… he won’t be bothering us again?”

Depends on if you think punishment of a parent would pass onto their child. Originally, people were turned into werewolves as a punishment, not as a disease. The idea of it being transferred is not in early texts. In fact the earliest known werewolf story is a Greek man who tried to feed the gods the flesh of his son, who Zeus punished by turning into a wolf.

So, going off this idea of werewolves being punished for some grave sin, then it probably depends on if the child would be associated somehow with that transgression.

Although more often, it was not discerned by what process they were turned into werewolves, and you'd get stories of taking their clothes preventing them from turning human again. So on that case, swaddle the baby and keep the mother clothed and you're fine.

But, women were rarely werewolves in old texts. Whenever a woman was turned to a wolf, it usually was in conjunction with her husband.

And In fact, most old texts don't describe the transformation. Clothes are important in some stories, but mostly the metamorphosis is done away from other and left unspoken. The moon isn't mentioned, so...?

And in old Norse, it was depicted as a wolf's skin worn like a coat turning the man into the wolf, so should you just...not put on the wolf skin, you'd be fine.

Anyway that's all from an antiquity POV

So just don’t be a dick and wear clothes that aren’t made of wolves? Wow and here we thought we needed silver bullets

But in all seriousness that’s actually very interesting! I had no idea, thanks for sharing this info bean!

Hello! I am such a big ghoul purring fan and had so much fun writing this. Please enjoy!

ALPHA: Maybe purrs? A deep, rolling purr like a big cat when he's pet, scratched, or just generally calm. I can also see him not purring though and maybe trilling softly.

OMEGA: DEFINITELY purrs at physical affection. If you scratch under his chin he starts his little motor up quick. His purring is very quiet though and you would have to be close to hear it.

CHAIN: Doesn't purr, but does chirp and grunt. He does this strictly when he is with those who he is close with as he is very touch adverse to those he doesn't know intimately.

BIG EARTH: Big purr-er! He is already like a big mountain goat so he will bleat at you until you scratch the base of his horns then starts rumbling deep in his chest. He loves being scratched.

Ohh rubs my hands together like an evil little fly. I have MANY so I apologize if this is a long post.

Aether was one of the only ghouls there for Dew during his elemental transition. Since Mountain was busy with his own struggles, after all the other Meliora ghouls got sent back to the pit, it was really just Aether and Dew. He would bring him flowers and cups of water during his time in the infirmary.

hi tysm!!! you are too kind hehehe... ANYWAY YES I SHALL! was tempted to do phys disabilities in the og post but felt like it would get too cluttered so I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!

NIHIL: Hard of hearing, arthritis, asthma

PRIMO: Reactive arthritis, partial blindness, epilepsy

SECONDO: Multiple sclerosis, partially blind (cataracts)

TERZO: Permanent limp (left leg), hard of hearing, RGB color blind

COPIA: Blind in one eye, leg length discrepancy (left leg is longer than right), POTS

PERPETUA: Unrefined motor skills, legal blindness (needs glasses but doesn't wear them)

ALPHA: Arthritis, anosmia

OMEGA: Diabetes Type I, hard of hearing, low vision