I think Asher and Darlin are more wolfy then David and Milo
As in they donât try as hard to hide their wolfy habits
While David and Milo do
Like David and Milo never really did stuff like the wolfy head turn when confused or they donât feel the need to be in wolf form the way I think Asher and Darlin do
Not that David and Milo donât do the wolfy stuff they just donât do it in public or very often
While Asher and Darlin theyâre probably on a DUMP watchlist for most likely to break covert
Thinking about how real wolf facts might affect how the Shaw pack/shifters act as humans, part 2: Looks and Physicality
Part 1: Behaviour, can be found here
Disclaimer: Iâm aware the shaw pack are humans not dogs! Iâm not trying to de-humanise them, anyways on with the headcanons lol
Starting with their looks, you ever heard that rumour that all babyâs are born with blue eyes? Well thatâs actually true for most wolves.
The shifters eyes change colour when their powers come through for the first time, they then remain the same as their wolf form when they shift back. (As opposed to wolves whoâs eyes change within about two months after birth)
A lot of the shifters opt for undercuts as their hair is simply too thick and layered to cope with. Especially in warm climates. Babe also gave themselves one once to join in.
When dealing with said hair a lot of them will brush/dry/braid it for the members theyâre closer to in the pack. This is one of Samâs favourite things cause god he loves a head message and he also loves doing Darlinâs hair in the shower.
They also just play with each others hair a lot when theyâre relaxing
Different accents from different regions such as Miloâs and Antons still translate over to their wolf. The houls can sounds completely different to the rest of the packs. But theyâre pack nonetheless and therefore still instinctively recognisable to the other pack members.
The members of the pack with darker fur when shifted are less likely to contract viruses and are therefore considered more reliable/ more likely to be alpha when it comes to shifter packs.
This does mean when David is sick, he is well and truly down for the count as heâs not used to it.
Also meaning anyone you hc to have lighter hair probably has a weaker immune system (Darlin has white hair truthers Iâm looking at you đ)
(Disclaimer/me pausing to be a nerd: This is not completely true when it comes to wolves, however black coated wolves have been found to be less likely to contract canine contempt virus which is highly deadly. This is because the colour occurs from them having dogs genes mutated with their own!)
Wolves can hear other wolves howls from miles away. So when it comes to shifters hearing they can infact pick up the sounds of other shifters easier than they can with others.
Shifter couples tend to try to sleep together / on the same schedule, overwise theyâll just end up waking each other up
Donât think this means a human can sneak up easy on a shifter, theyâre hearing and eye sight are still very advanced compared to humans. (Wolves have a field of vision of about 250° compared to humans at 150° and their noses can pick up on thermal radiation.)
So I believe most shifters have a pretty good idea of their surrounding/ whatâs going on behind their back.
Shifters tend to run warmer but their noses and fingers can actually often be cold. Angel plays with Davidâs hands a lot and will often find themself rubbing them to warm him up even though heâs boiling laid against them.
There have also been many times Milo has kissed sweetheart and theyâve flinched away cause his nose is so cold on their face.
With the awareness of whatâs going on behind them, if a shifter is laying down they will often prefer to lay on their stomach. This is seen as less vulnerable even if they canât see. (Wolves see it as submissive to have their stomach showing)
With their sight, wolf shifters also have a higher chance of being colourblind red/green specifically. And if they wear glasses it will only be for the fact theyâre nearsighted.
Lastly as this is getting long. A lot of shifters walk on their tip-toes or lean their weight more to the front of their feet. Asher is the biggest culprit for this. Babe thinks itâs adorable. He slips a lot.
Calves for days though.
Anyways Iâll make a part three for dynamics, see you then!!
Just a little Sam/Darlinâ fic Iâve been working on.
Darlinâ reflecting on some hard topics/conversations that eventualy leads to the talk of their decision on their turning.
TW: implied assault, mentions of past harm to Darlinâ
- Not that it really matters, Darlinâ wouldnât pry. They never had.
Theyâd never really understood the urge people had to bring up uncomfortable topics in a mimic of niceties. Maybe it was a social thing that had gone above their head.
Sam had tried to explain it to them once. Laid in the dark living room of one of Williams gaudy properties heâd loaned to them for a weekend away. The pair had taken advantage of the multiple candelabras and fireplaces around the place, not realising they were setting the perfect lighting for such a heavy conversation.
Theyâd been curled together on the couch for hours under one of the many fur blankets that decorated the place. Talking about everything and nothing, the way it was so easy to do when they were alone together.
Sam had said some quip about Darlins survival instincts, about the time heâd found them feverish and bleeding in their apartment. Doubt and accusation in his voice about the fact that Darlinâ had promised him they hadnât been searching for a fight, like the wound on their stomach had appeared out of thin air.
It hadnât.
âI didnâtâ Darlinâ giggled. âI promised you, I don't take a pinky promise lightly.â
Sam huffed, the flames from the fire lighting and warping the strong features of his face in gold. âWell, pray tell Darlinâ, how on earth did you end up in such a state.â
Darlinâ could tell the topic wasnât quite as light to him as it was to them, maybe because he held the seriousness of it for the both of them, but he still had a smile in his voice non-the-less.
They figured he was expecting some sort of lie warped as a joke in response but for whatever reason, that night, Darlinâ wasnât frightened of being earnest.
âI dunno it was just some dude, I was sleeping.â They rolled back slightly, still in Sams hold, so they could see him better. His arms tightening around them, barely relaxing again as they continued, looking up at him. âIâd locked the door and everything, so I donât wanna hear any shit about that.â
âWhat?â He choked.
âWell itâs not like he did anything.â Darlinâ practically shrugged.
âA vampire broke into your apartment and you didnât tell me?
Darlinâ didnât pause, too focused on defending themself. âNot a vampire, just a guy. Iâd seen him in the building a few times.â
âHe was, what, robbing you?â
Darlin laughed at that. âNo I donât think so, I mean, my TV was still there.â They moved their mouth from side to side, re-counting the situation. âI wasnât exactly focused on filling my life with pretty things at the time.â They waved their arm around, regarding the room they were in. Pointing lazily at the photo frames, vases, statues as examples.
They were hoping they could twist Sams response to make a joke about Sam being their pretty thing to look at now but they didnât get the chance. He just looked back at them, lips pressed in a thin line.
Darlinâ had at least thought about telling Sam at the time but it seemed pointless. When he found them they were too dazed to even remember what had happened themself. And when they woke he had been so worried, so slow in his movements, in his words.
Besides it would have just given more cause to his whole âmoving somewhere saferâ lecture and in blunt honesty, they didnât want to hear it.
âSam,â They urged. Darlinâ could tell heâd gotten angry because heâd stiffened, withdrew. He didnât stop holding them or rubbing his thumb along their thigh. He didn't raise his voice or even argue, just held his jaw tight in unpleasant thought.
After a while, he spoke. âWould you tell me now?â
âI just did?â They questioned, genuine.
âNo, if someone broke in now and hurt you, would you tell me?â Sam stared at them, holding eye contact as firmly as heâd begun holding them.
âOf course, I mean thatâs your house too.â Darlin justified after a second of consideration.
âAnd if we didnât live together, if you still lived there?" He pressed.
Darlin had paused at that, simply unsure. Unsure for too long.
the damihux pill. you can take up to one billion a day
short notes
now i have their ââfinalââ designs down
drawing huxleyâs locs was difficult but very quickly became my new favourite subject
damien has an anti-eyebrow piercing. he would
he also has ear piercings because heâs a gay dude from a homophobic single mother ofc his ears are pierced donât ask me stupid questions
dames is average height hux is just giant
huxâs hands are huge and calloused by the way
second photoâs a reference to the lasko date bonus audio iykyk but itâs one of my fav moments of these two ever i had to include it
requested by @grillbro kalen dude itâs been approximately three decades due to external forces at play against me but alas damihux will prevail. i hope u enjoy these as much as i enjoyed drawing them
Theyâre wearing short shorts, the kind that leave everything for show. Their legs are so smooth and somehow shiny in the dim light of the fireplace. He swears he can smell their pheromones, his inner wolf melting and desperate to rub himself against them.
Sweetheart was in full relax-mode, hair a mess compared to their usual neat up-do, wearing his hoodie and their adorable glasses they only wear when theyâre at home.
Everything about them screams domestic, and heâs reminded yet again that heâs the only one that gets to see this side of them.
And heâs also the only one theyâll allow to run his hands up and down their legs.
Theyâre not even trying, but theyâre so effortlessly hot all the time.
@hsquinlan planted the delightful seed of this rarepair and I had to run with it âĽď¸ smutty goodness will be in Chapter 2 and posted tomorrow since I am a sleepy and need to go to bed đ
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Iâve been inspired to write a little bit again, seeing some of my favourite writers return within the last few weeks with some wonderful fics cough @taelonsamada cough @dominimoonbeam
So here is a ridiculously ridiculously late fic I wrote for the absolutely wonderful @romirola. I cannot apologise more for the wait on this Iâm awful but I hope you still enjoy it and Iâm so excited to get caught up on your Mulan fic!!
Itâs early days Milo/Sweetheart, hurt/comfort and some small confessions.
Words: 2,824
It is a light fic but please check the tags for any trigger warnings if you are feeling kind enough to read!!
Nobody had wanted this job.
Sweetheart hadnât been surprised when their co-workers had snubbed their noses at it, not even chancing the file a second glance.
Capturing a low-life drug dealer wasnât exactly unusual for the Department, nor was it a large achievement. Certainly not a task you should waste your time on, if you could help it.
But Sweetheart couldnât help their curiosity getting the better of them. Theyâd always had a thing for the underdog.
Besides, their priority would always be to keep Dahlia safe, even if they had to push down their competitive nature to remember that sometimes.
Picking up the abandoned file and taking it to their desk, Sweetheart prepared for the usual. A man seen around parking lots leaning through car windows or a woman spending suspicious amounts of time in club bathrooms. It had only taken them a few sips of coffee and a skim read of the first page however, to realise that the summary of the case had been deceiving.
A new drug. One that enhanced your core, giving empowered people more energy to use their abilities. The perp, a young Sonal-Energetic, estimated to be between 5â9-5â11 and in his early 20âs, had been photographed around academies in Dahlia, dealing to college athletes.
There was no possible way that this man had singularly created and distributed this drug.
He was the bottom of the food chain, hunched posture and frequenting the same places, not markers of an experienced criminal.
âEasy pickingsâ as their superior would say, and if Sweetheart could be the one to arrest and question him then theyâd be first choice for taking down the rest of the operation.
Sure, arresting a drug dealer wasnât a career defining moment.
The attainment of taking down an entire empowered drug ring however, just might be.
This is actually a really good perspective and explains why the MCU is the way it is. It is essentially one-off entertainment without the backup of DVD sales (of course Disney being Disney it is still backed up by massive merchandise and spin off sales). The movie is designed to be âdisposableâ. The rewatch value is low because itâs not intended to be sold on DVD for people to treasure and rewatch every year at Christmas (or whenever) with family. The idea is to generate hype, through manufacturing controversy or teases or gossip. Keeping spoilers under wrap is integral because the rewatch value is negligible. It hinges on surprise or shock (or wtf value) to entice audiences to give up their money to see it in theatres. It is about spectacle, about being loud and colourful and busy, so that for the first 30 minutes after you walk out your senses are still buzzing and you feel like that was worth your $30 or however much. It takes a while for your brain to come back online after the sensory overload to then try to pick apart the plot, and by that stage it doesnât matter, youâve already hyped it up to your friends.
And the story or characterisation doesnât matter because no one is watching that again to care.
ALL OF THIS. Shows are given no chance anymore. Everything is about easy money with little risk, and nothing important ever comes to us that way. Which is why this is the age of fanfiction and YouTube creators.
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