#c u c koo response

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

OMG it's a Fancy Baby!

(Might not literally be a 'fancy pigeon' but they ARE a Fancy Pigeon)

Introducing my new mini painting apprentice.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Hello Everyone.

I want to clarify now, Posts like these will be rare on this blog.

This blog is primarily a place to discuss, headcanon, and do general fandom shenanigans.

As Billy Joel might say, It's a place to forget about life for a while.

But given the current goings on in the world, I Will be changing my pinned post to this link.

If you're like me, you may not have much disposable income. So it's hard to donate when causes you care about pop up.

This website uses advertisers and literal button clicks to generate donations.

My platform here is small, and primarily for fandom fun times, and it will remain as such. As previously stated, This will be a rare post of this kind on this blog.

But I wanted to give others the opportunity to help in this small way. And use my platform to spread this resource.

This website has buttons to click to help with issues like poverty, women's rights, the refugees in palestine, refugees in general and the environment.

Thank you for your time and consideration. And I hope you continue to enjoy my mad 40k ramblings.

Edit: Slight modification, I've changed Only Post of this kind to Rare as I have reblogged some other things not related to fandom and yes they were related to modern or otherwise issues.

I still want to keep this place 90% dumb fun, but even dumb fun has to be sober some times.

Edit 2: I've decided I Will be reblogging the occasional help or aid or donation post. Probably one or two every few days. If you want to Only see the fandom stuff on my blog avoid/block the posts with the tags #not warhammer #not fandom and #not 40k

Thank you for love and support. And big hugs to my mutuals. They deserve all of it.

Edit 3: Navigation

To Find all my writings use/search with the #c u ckoo anon tag.

To find my art pieces use/search #c u c koo art tag

To find the Severe Miscalculation Storyline search the #oc: khopesh tag

If something is a reblog or answer it will be under #c u ckoo response

Edit 4: Donation Posts will now be tagged with #c u c koo donation posting

All these tags can be found on this post at the very end of all the others.

Edit 5: Featured campaign! I've decided that every week I will post a link to a different campaign below.

I will also try to link the reblogs of the campaign that include the verification if any exist.

Current Campaign.

1,062 / 50,000 USD

2% Funded

This family is trying to raise money for the son's leg surgery/recovery!

This campaign is verified, and any Donation you can afford to give can be refunded for a Year so giving is Very low risk.

Sharing the linked post can also help as it will help reach more people. More people = more donations and shares.

No action is too small!

Thank You

Edit 5! Also! Here's a link to a website that is filled with vetted fundraisers!

Edit 6! Ask box is Super full so it may take a while for me to reblog your campaign. I work from the oldest up.

I'm also trying to give the campaigns in my Dms attention every other day so please be aware.

Edit 7: I'm still reblogging campaigns, but now I'm going to work on them in smaller groups.

I'm going to reblog a Handful of DM campaigns, and a Handful of asks each day. Exact numbers might change day to day, but I'll try to keep them to the same amount.

I've got over 50 campaigns in my dms and over 500 asks to work through.

I want to do proper posts and updates when I boost them.

Thank you for understanding.

Edit 8: In regards to Donation Matching.

I Can Only Donate to a Few Campaigns every Month. And I Only donate at the End of months.

I have to make sure All my monthly expenses are taken care of.

The campaigns chosen are mostly random.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

I don't think I can do alot of Mermay, but I wanted to do something small.

Child of the Land, Child of the Sea

A poem inspired by the 40k Mermay. Not outright said to be a mermarine but thats what I envisioned when I wrote it.

Don't need to understand 40k to read it though.

Warnings: Non graphic mention of blood and a kiss.

@kit-williams @sleepyfan-blog @egrets-not-regrets @bleedingichorhearts @barn-anon

Once there was a farm hand, who loved the land and sea.

They loved the autumn colors, the horses running through the leaves.

They loved the crashing waves, that brought the salty brine.

And dreamed to gift their mother, a coral with brightest shine.

So they gathered all the pieces, left no undone part.

To request from the merfolk, this favor so dear to heart.

A fresh mollusk cut to open, a swatch of fishy scale skin, a bundle of horse's hair, and red ichor from within.

They cast into the waves, their offering most kind.

When what should answer their offer? A beauty most divine.

Broad and strong, with violet eyes, the merfolk's body emerged from below.

His silvery voice, like his pale hair, curled sweetly as he spoke.

"I am a child of the sea, who dances and duels below the waves."

"What causes you oh child of land, to proposition me this day?"

Though somewhat shocked the farmer did manage to focus and respond.

"I have a very needful task, that only one such as you can complete.

I wish to give to my dearest mother, a piece of your beautiful sea.

For she has always loved this place, almost as much as she loves me."

The merman listened well, and feeling his hearts desire so said in return...

"I will grant this wish of yours, but you must do the same for me."

"Your warmth has touched my heart, and though I have my brothers, it is still lonely in the sea."

"Come beneath the waves," Plead the merfolk. "Not for once, but for all time."

"Excuse me what?"

"So I will always be yours, and you will always mine."

The Farmer could scarcely believe their ears. They had to blush and avert their eyes.

"Your offer is quite flattering, but I cannot I must reply."

"What? But why not?"

"Because...my home is of the autumn leaves, the farm, the fields, the soil.

My family also needs my strength, to alleviate the work's toil."

"Oh..."

"But though I cannot live among you, I'd love to know you more.

Of the corals, the fish, your brothers and what dwells on the ocean floor.

So...if you would share your world with me, I will gladly share to you mine."

The Farmer reached their hand in offering.

So then what was the merfolks reply?

He could drag them below the waves, into his protective embrace.

Or listen to their stories of the land, and let them leave this place?

But could his child of land be happy? If forced below the sea.

With no horses, nor fields, no soil, nor their beloved Autumn leaves?

Most likely not, and though he was a creature full of pride.

He'd much prefer his precious landling come willing to his side.

"If you leave, will you return?" He asked, his voice solemn with a hopeful wisp.

"I do solemnly swear." The farm hand said warmly, and bestowed on his brow a kiss.

And so instead of their legs, the farm hand traded this earnest vow,

For the most lovely bunch of coral, that to their mother they did endow.

And from that day both kept that oath, to share their worlds in turn.

For each time, that they would meet, more that each would learn.

About the fields, and floods, the sand bars and the trees.

The sweet, refreshing sea foam brine, and the beautiful autumn leaves.

Bringing stories, bringing friends and bringing items so that both could grow and understand.

So for all time would there be the child of the sea, who loves and is loved by the child of the land.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

>:3c

~🪲

EEP! I've BEEN SMOOCHED!

Oh the Scandal! The humanity!

But I never said I didn't enjoy it. 😉😘

Making me blush brighter than boiled crawfish on a ripe tomato.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Hello, I am Amal, a mother of seven children ranging from 15 years to 7 months old. Due to escalated war conditions, I relocated to the south, leaving my husband in the north to care for his ailing father. I am eager to reunite with my husband and children as soon as possible. I have initiated a fundraising campaign to support our journey, and I look forward to your support and participation to collectively become a beacon of hope in achieving this dream🙏🙏.

https://gofund.me/9d6e3b04

This gofundme is low on donations, but it is verified by another user @90-ghost .

Here is the gofundme link.

I may not be able to do much, but I can use the platform I have to spread your call.

Please consider donating if you have the means. And reposting so this message can go farther.

Again, as far as I can tell this is a legitimate Gofundme verified by the user @90-ghost and it is low on funds.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

i just wanted to say thank you for the dedication to providing so much info about Palestinian gfms you reblog! super helpful, you're awesome for keeping up with it 💖

🥺 my heart.

In all seriousness it does mean a lot to hear that. And it was so wonderful of you to send a sweet message like this.

Just what I needed to hear on a somewhat gloomy day. 🧡

[a-shade-of-blue]

Whenever Mohammed (@ahmed0khalil) tells me about his situation , it breaks my heart. They are struggling so much financially that they have to borrow money to buy anything! And food in Gaza is so expensive right now. He used to be able to buy a kilo of small sardines for about 50 cents, but now they cost 30 dollars. They can no longer afford food. It's so bad that they are now using spoiled flour full of weevils to make food, because that's all they have!

The situation has become so bad that Mohammed keeps raising the possibility of him being killed lately. "If the Israeli planes kill me...", "if we are not killed by Israeli occupation fire we will be killed by hunger...", "I just hope I can evacuate my family before I get killed"... He is afraid that they will die from bombs, he is afraid that they will die from hunger. Mohammed is only 19 years old, so young, only a teenager! He just wants his family to survive! That shouldn't be too much to ask for!

Mohammed is only 19 years old but now he is responsible of getting enough funds so that his 5 siblings can survive. His brother Fathi is blind, his other brother Abdullah is autistic, and his youngest brother is only 6 years old. They are just children. Please, help them.

This campaign is shared by 90-ghost, #77 on the @/gazavetters vetted list!

€9,829 raised of €50,000 target! Only 1 donation in more than 13 hours!

As an incentive to donate, I'm also hosting a freshwater pearl phone charm raffle to raise funds for this campaign (UK only)! Click here to enter after you donated.

Tagging for reach, please message me if you want off the mailing list! We thank you in advance.

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@dlxxv-vetted-donations @ana-bananya@northgazaupdates@c-u-c-koo-4-40k@riding-with-the-wild-hunt @roadimusprime@aces-and-angels@just-browsing1222@neptunerings@mushroomjar@northgazaupdates2@kyra45-helping-others@decolonize-solidarity @heritageposts@timetravellingkitty @briarhips @ankle-beez @akajustmerry @wellwaterhysteria @rhubarbspring @brutaliakhoa @decolonize-the-everything @postanagramgenerator@heydreamchild @watermotif @appsa @stuckinapril @malcriada @appsa @buttercuparry@bixels @afro-elf @officialspec @certifiedsexed @bruciemilf @cutecipher @nerves-nebula @augustheart @ihavegaysex42069 @dailyquests @rennybu @chappellrroan @mesetacadre @ballwizard @mxwhore @sealbf @moveslikekeithrichards @andva-ri @crispy6usiness @peskypawz @v4mpgrrl

[hashembadr]

This image will remain etched in my memory

bearing witness to a war that stole our hope and dreams, changed our faces, and deprived us of our home and the life we once knew.

I bear the responsibility of 26 family members, including my niece Siham, who was injured by the brutal Israeli bombing. After the failure of her first surgery, she is now in urgent need of treatment and another operation, but resources are nearly nonexistent, and the situation grows more difficult by the day.

For a year and a half, I have been struggling to meet their daily needs, and today, I stand helpless, overwhelmed by exhaustion and worries. Time has worn me down before my years, yet I still hold on to hope. I share our story so that my family's suffering is not forgotten.

Please, do not leave us alone. Your support and donations could be our lifeline in this ordeal. 🙏🇵🇸

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #102 )

@feluka @determinate-negation @guerillas-of-history @rhubarbspring @tamamita @buttercuparry @ot3 @ezrazone

@dajo42 @sayruq @lesbianmaxevans @sar-soor

@ghostblogging @autisticmudkip @a-shade-of-blue @iguanodonwildman @hehemechief @good-old-gossip @c-u-c-koo-4-40k @myceliacrochet @athena5898 @tryna-sleep @zigcarnivorous @annabelle--cane @cantsayidont @imjustheretotrytohelp @cheshirepirouette @heritageposts

@femmefitz

@revoltingcocks

@palhelp

@riding-with-the-wild-hunt @tryna-sleep @sunmooneclipseandstars @ezraschickpeas @komsomolka

@monstermashpotato @lordzannis @alohomoraminds @moringmark @ashwantsafreepalestine @virovac

[acepumpkinpatrick]

Research for Gaza & Sudan

Hello everyone, this is my attempt in helping Raise funds for 3 campaigns that are in dire need and are extremely low on funds.

What I can do:

I am a physics major & have access to neat software such as HyperChem & Gaussian 09 and know how to use both efficiently. I can help build & do the necessary calculations for your modules. I can help you find resources for your research, and I am open to doing math and/or physics homework, as well.

How does this work?

DM me your requirements WITH CLEAR INSTRUCTIONS & a screenshot of your donations and I will start on it as soon as I can.

• For HyperChem & Gaussian 09: you need to donate €25 to each of the two gaza campaigns I have below.

I think this is a more than fair price given that licenses for both softwares range from 50$-2500$ (in the academics alone!)

• For searching resources: you need to donate €10 for the Sudanese campaign below.

• For homework: you need to donate €10 to any of the campaigns below.

NOTE: I am NOT responsible for Your deadlines. If your request needs time to run or I am doing someone else's commission before you, you WILL have to wait.

The campaigns:

Al-Najjar family - vetted here

Abdul Aziz's family - vetted here

ThomaSerena - vetted here & here

Sorry for the tags ♡

@commissions4aid-international @northgazaupdates2 @appsa @magnus-rhymes-with-swagness @wingedalpacacupcake @elksewer @a-shade-of-blue @tortiefrancis @mushroomjar @fromjannah @neechees @irhabiya @ibtisams @lacecap @dykesbat @socalgal @ankle-beez @mahoushojoe @transmutationisms @deepspaceboytoy @greelin @huckleberrycomics @zionistsinfilm @beserkerjewel @babacontainsmultitudes @spacebeyonce @mauesartetc @vakarians-babe @ghostofanonpast @c-u-c-koo-4-40k @ot3 @xinakwans @komsomolka @chilewithcarnage @akamanto0 @feluka @goodguydotmp3 @leotanaka @effen-draws @pkmnbutch @bilal-salah0 @ghostingarden

[familyfaten]

Attention ...‼️‼️

Hello to all friends, how are you? I am talking to you now and I am in a very bad and difficult situation that you cannot imagine. I am Faten Baroud, 27 years old. I have a family of 6 people, 3 girls, and my older brother Nidal has been missing since the beginning of the war😔. My younger brother Ahmed, who is 14 years old, is a "child."

We depend on him to carry water, food and drink. He works hard to provide us with only bread and water and nothing more. He endures hardships for us.

For a month or more, I have not received any donations. My campaign is going badly and slowly. Gfm is our only hope for survival. 🙏🏻

⚠️The largest donation I receive does not exceed $10. I am suffering to access the internet and communicate with you. I am telling you about my suffering because I am in a place where the internet is not available. I am forced to go out to another place and risk myself to communicate with you and buy an internet card to get better internet to communicate with you, but unfortunately to no avail. I don't find any interaction or any attention...

🚫Unfortunately, I resorted to making a donation campaign to help my family, and this is the best way I did as a girl to help her family in these difficult and dangerous circumstances...

Despite all this, we are now suffering from famine, not just food famine. I am now living a food and drink famine. For 3 months, I have been speaking and spreading that I need clean drinking water, but there is no response to my suffering. No one feels. There are children in my family, and they are the children of my brother who was lost at the beginning of the war. We are responsible for them. They sleep every day thirsty. Imagine that your children sleep thirsty every day! 💔😭

Even the simplest basics of food, which is bread, the price of a bag of bread has reached $40, and a bag of flour has reached 700 shekels, which is about $200, and it will not be worth this amount. It is flour full of worms, weevils, and disgusting insects, but this is what is available. I cannot buy it. It has a bad smell, but this is the best available.

Even as I am talking to you now, I am sick and infected with the influenza virus and a high temperature (fever), and I can't even buy a fever reducer. This is all due to malnutrition and the lack of warm clothes and blankets to warm our bodies in the winter.

I feel ashamed and helpless that I can't buy medicine for me and my family. I was a doctor who treated all patients, and now I do not have $1 to treat myself.

You can save us this time, the situation is very difficult ...

Our life is in your hands

@c-u-c-koo-4-40k @a-shade-of-blue @roadimusprime @90-ghost @quezify @wellwaterhysteria @wellfine @wander-bunnies @dlxxv-vetted-donations @lesbianmaxevans @jezior0 @zivazivc @zigcarnivorous @z0urcherri @heydreamchild @girlinafairytale @bunnypotions @labutansa @maester-cressen @magic-can @noble-kale @neptunerings @importantt-reblogs @iphigeniacomplex @phenakistoskope @appsa @greenwingspino @nytirri @naggingatlas @classychassiss @pcktknife @paper-mario-wiki @crapscicle @90-ghost @yetisidelblog @yellowis4happy @sporesgalaxy @vilethot @mushroomjar @xxlunawarriorxx @eastgaysian @escaramelo @rinboz @rottencore @turtletoria @thundergrace @the-meme-monarch @komsomolka @killy @thatsonehellofabird

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

SCOLIPEDE!

[a-shade-of-blue]

Freshwater Pearl Necklace Raffle for Gaza 2.0 (worldwide shipping!)

Making another necklace raffle due to the huge response I received for my previous one!

I am organizing this raffle in order to raise funds for Gaza fundraising campaigns with LOW donations/ supports big families/ in need of medical surgery AND Gaza mutual aid initiatives. I am also shipping worldwide this time!! 

To enter, donate to any fundraisers that fulfill both of the below requirements:

A fundraiser that

has raised less than €10K/ $10K USD/ £8K GBP/ $14K CAD/ kr110K SEK/ kr110K NOR at your time of donation 

OR supports 15 or more people, 

OR is raising funds to pay for medical surgeries. 

2. A fundraiser from one of the following sources:

@/gazavetters vetted list

Vetted list by @/el-shab-hussein, @/nabulsi and Mohammed Ayesh

Fundraisers reblogged by me (@a-shade-of-blue)/ My list of vetted fundraisers��that have reached out to me (basically all the fundraisers I have reblogged are on this list)

OR

You can also enter the raffle if you have donated to the below Palestinian-led mutual aid initiatives:

The Sameer Project (IG): North and Central Gaza/ The Refaat Alareer Camp/ South Gaza [provides basic needs and aid]

Mona's Mutual Aid Project (IG) [provides basic needs and aid]

Isnad Foundation (tumblr) [help students pursue degree online]

Instructions:

Donate a minimum of €5/$5/£5/kr50 to enter the raffle! Each €5/$5/£5/kr50 counts as an entry, so if you donate €10, you will be entered twice.

Submit your entries through this Google Form!

The deadline for entering this raffle is 15 July, 2025. 

Submit your entries through this google form to enter the raffle!

Not sure which fundraiser to donate to? Check out these low donation fundraisers that support big families!

Tagging for reach~ Please dm me if you want of the mailing list! Thank you!

@commissions4aid-international @nosferatu-library-for-palestine @c-u-c-koo-4-40k @lordzannis @fifthnormani @virovac

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐈𝐈

“Damn, this one took me incredibly long to get to, and I have done it but I’m not exactly proud of it. It’s a shorter and well… feels different to me. Perhaps, I shall make a new Typhus fic in the future? That feels like a sin to do😭. Plus, I woke up at an ungodly time to suddenly work on it, forgive me.😔” - Ichor.

Summary - “No, summary. Pic explains the fleas.🪲”

“@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

“+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @marcela2000.” - Tagged

TW // Yandere, Tentacles, Egg Laying.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| {Chapter I}

“My butterfly~” You can hear the man that has… Evolutionized you, purr your nickname. Your face turning up in a scowl at simplicity of hearing him, immediately having a type of… distaste for him, and you would love to cuss him out on it too. It’s the most you could do to him as he was Nurgles Champion…

You try and ignore him as you would very much like to be more focused on laying the eggs he has given you from time again and again. Your body still before convulsing to lay a rather hefty, slimy egg below you with the rest of the batch, 5 to be exact. Your wings giving an occasional twitch the more you sense Typhus impending arrival, seemingly annoyed while your little children, your little nurgling’s coo up at you in response. Sensing your irritation.

“If he does anything stupid…” You grumble under your breath. Your body getting twitcher the more you can sense Typhus getting closer. A low rumbling leaving him when he was just outside of your own… domain. Well, it was your quarters upon the “Terminus Est,” but Typhus has proven to be a good… breeder, and you? A good incubator and mother figure for the ones you hatch yourself.

“Butterfly…” His low voice almost sounds like a warning. The sudden tone getting you to shiver and ruffle your wings. It was almost rare to hear such… tone from him, and you’re not sure if that was a good thing or not to you. It was certainly sketchy.

A loud hiss escapes your mouth however, when the Champion dares to enter your precious hatching grounds of your domain. Your instincts flaring up to protect what could bare valuable assets and children of you into the galaxy. Your form quickly rushing forward and towering the Champion, your wings spread wide, displaying yourself. You certainly had grown since your evolution.

“There you are, my butterfly.” Typhus lowly coos and it messes up your mind a tiny bit. Those were some sweet words mixed in with some rot. They don’t at all seem trust worthy. “How are you?”

“Doing worse since you’re here.” You snarl in return. Leaning down slightly to curl over him, looking him over. A sweet but dangerous scent leaving you. “It’s a shame.”

“That’s amusing, my butterfly.” He hums, his gauntlet slowly reaching up to skim your collarbone. Your figure leaning away from his own touch… He bred and claimed you, damn it! “Because I recall…”

He gauntlet suddenly wraps around your neck, pulling you back down to his level while you hiss and growl at him, displeased. That supposed “dangerous” scent, that pollen of yours riling up his own instincts. “You mewled and called out my name each time I gave you little lords to worry about.”

Snarls leave you while you push yourself against his hold on you. Your wings giving a slight flap as your hands come to settle on his pauldrons, coxing a tentacle out of the joint underneath before you bite the shit out of it, and all he dose is laugh at you, bringing you in closer as he pleased. Shoving the tentacle down your throat. It would have choked you if you weren’t used to it.

“By the Grandfather… look how beautiful you are. Slaanesh shall be jealous.” He coos again, his other gauntlet moving to thumb at the saliva that escapes your mouth on your chin. “You’ll bare well, my butterfly. Make the strongest lords with my seed.”

You growl and snarl at him. Looking him up and down once you don’t have your mouth full of his tentacle that he pulls back, leaning away from him as much as he would allow it with his gauntlet wrapped around your petty neck. No true world leaving your mouth as you were a bit astounded, like with everything else: your transformation for an example.

“Fuck you.” You curse at him, not really doing much to him as he seems to trill in response. His tentacle whipping slightly. Maybe that was a sign of his irritation?

“Oh, I’m certainly going to, but I have a different… person in mind.” He muses that almost sounds like a laugh. His grip on your neck tightening, squeezing you before lightening back up. Always wanting to make some sort of mark, some claim over you.

Huffing, you roll your eyes at him, finally folding your wings against your back again. Something that almost disappoints Typhus before he is suddenly getting bodied by little Lords. His grip releasing you in slight surprise. A low warble leaving him.

“Since you’re here…” You laugh a scoff yourself, folding your arms while a smirk grows on your face at the scene of your chirping children trying to overthrow the Champion. Something you have mentality asked them to do. “You can take care of your own children, how about that, hmm?”

“I- of course, my butterfly.” He sighs, giving in rather quickly. Knowing better than to invoke your… cold shoulder if he was to swat the little Lords away from him, but once he’s free? You expect him to continue on trying to breed you once more.

[sugar-petals]

Hi caro💜 how would u rank body types based on how old/young they look if they were the same age? Thanks a lot

RANKING PERCEIVED AGE: KIBBE BODY TYPING

pure yang essence (Dramatic) or yin/yang blend (Natural, Classic) = may appear older than they are

...aka responsible domestic hyung vibes

pure yin essence (Romantic) or yin/yang contrast (Gamine) = could appear younger than they are

...aka cutest bunch ever vibes

in other words: people with a dramatic or natural undercurrent are estimated more senior than they are, while gamines and romantics can come across as years younger, with gamines the most youthful (see yoongi, he’s a vampire — how is this man turning 30). 

classics tend to be in between/can go either way, leaning towards seeming older, dramatic classic being the most mature. classics’ ages are often guessed correctly: they have few visual extremes in their appearances. 

note how the subtypes can tilt you in either or direction. e.g., yin (soft) natural = looks much younger, see jjk. since jimin, hobi, and tae have yang subtypes, in the right theatrical styling (D/SD below) and expression they’ll look their age or a bit older.

in my personal perception the overall order/sorting goes like this:

(most mature) D - FN - SD - DC - N - C - SN - SC - TR - R - FG - G - SG (most youthful)

to make it easier, i edited the same idea as the broad 5 categories with examples of male idols who are all the same age (27-28) and wear a black suit base here:

the more you go left the more adult the faces and statures get, while going to the right they become softer, smaller, less edgy. although taemin is a theatrical subtype, you can see the sharp drop in perceived age when you glance left to right, and hobi — like all gamines — is seemingly immortal since debut.

in a nutshell, think the internet-breaking pic of mingyu (soft dramatic) towering over woozi (soft gamine), that really sums it up. mingyu could be 40 and woozi 7 but they’re the same (!!) age, both mid-20s, the type difference: staggering.

my other favorite case in point: the fact that xiumin (soft gamine) as the oldest hyung in his 30s looks like a kid next to the youngest in the group aka sehun (dramatic) lol! look at the sharpness (D) vs fullness (R).

since a lot of you are familiar with their types, LET’S COMPARE BTS AS A GROUP:

yoongi (gamine) is 2 years older than RM (flamboyant natural) but could be his junior due to a more delicate yin face/height ain't he the sweetest sugar cube, while joon is tall and chiseled like all yang types are.

jimin (theatrical romantic) and taehyung (dramatic classic) are the same age and yet, jimin with his soft yin build and face appears a bit younger sometimes contrasting tae's broader yang bone stature.

jin (soft dramatic) is not even one year apart from hoseok (flamboyant gamine) but they look like different generations: jin's sharp yang is pronounced, while hobi is more cute-looking and smol.

yoongi (gamine) and jk (soft natural) are five years apart and yoongi is way smaller, but they look approx. the same age despite jk's frame; both their types are very juvenescent/compact.

2 years apart, jimin (theatrical romantic) & hobi (flamboyant gamine) both look younger. by comparison, you can't often pinpoint who's the maknae before a double take, their types are such a mix of yin-yang.

both jin (soft dramatic) and joon (flamboyant natural) have types that fit their hyung roles, are not far apart in age, and equal in mature yang impression. jin's yin can make him look a tad younger.

even though koo (soft natural) might be the youngest, in certain stylings you'll feel like hobi (flamboyant gamine) is the playful teenage maknae. being a gamine is crazy, you can seem a decade younger.

despite their close ages, jin (soft dramatic) always seems like he brought along his youngest son with yoongi (gamine) next to him lmao! gamines are just so tiny-looking, and dramatics so tall.

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Dandelions and Yarrow (1)

Dandelions and yarrow are both tough, hardy weeds that can grow under harsh conditions.

Alcyon (chaos Iron Warrior) makes the mistake of nearly breaking his bond with Amelia, his bonded human.

Author’s Note: Chapter One >>>>> Next Chapter

TW: smut, noncon, dubcon, angst. This chapter is all hurt, no comfort. You are warned.

Just a few points:

This takes place before Ben/Malaran “Orca” Blackspike storyline.

Amelia is bonded to Alcyon, a chaos Iron Warrior. These two share an intense bond that teeters on the point of becoming a mate bond.

Alcyon has a pretty good grasp of the english language. He usually communicates with Amelia in english and other Astartes in Gothic.

Thanks to @squishyowl for the divider image!

OCs: Alcyon (chaos Iron Warrior), Amelia Plover

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The meaning of 'heartbreak’ had been all but foreign to him before, but now he understood what it meant as soon as he saw the shattered look in Amelia’s eyes directed at him. Alcyon knew that she had received the news about being banned from her son’s school. 

“Alcyon! Why did you do it? Why did you have to fight him? I told you not to!” Amelia didn’t know where to even start with him on this anymore. The news broke her. Meeting Ben at his school before her ex came to pick him up was the only way she could see her son.    

Crossing his arms, the chaos Iron Warrior bristled and gave a disgruntled huff, “I could have killed the Black Templar. By right of challenge, I would have won your boy back for you had they not stopped me.”

“But they did stop you from killing him and now we both are banned from Ben’s school!” Amelia’s temper rose. 

“You shouldn’t have challenged him! I told you repeatedly to not do this and make the situation worse! It’s not that simple!” she added angrily. Amelia had never argued with Alcyon like this. She never wanted to argue with him like this, but she needed him to see, to understand how much his fight with the Black Templar cost her. 

“How is it not that simple? We could have simply taken your son at any point and you can have him back”

“Human laws don't make it simple!” Amelia nearly yelled at him out of frustration.

“I am bonded to you! In the eyes of human law, I am, to some degree, responsible for you too! What they see is MY chaos Astartes going out of control, starting a fight, and nearly killing a loyalist Astartes at my son’s school!” Her heart hurt, her head hurt, she didn’t want to continue. Why couldn’t her Astartes understand this? 

The chaos Iron Warrior replied, “You don’t control me.” 

“Of course I don’t, but that’s not how the human lawmakers see it.” Amelia breathed a vexed sigh trying to calm down. This argument was getting tiresome, she couldn’t remember the number of times they’ve talked about this. She knew her Astartes had done this on her behalf but she warned him time and time again not to, “I don’t even know why we’re still arguing about this. It’s too late for that now.” She grimaced. 

Amelia straightened out the order that she held crumpled in her fist, despairing as she read through the damning letter again. What was she to do now?

“We’ll have another chance to get your son back.”

His words locked around her chest tightly. She grit her teeth, trying hard not to cry from the whirlwind of emotions inside, “We won’t have another chance. Even if there was, you won’t be helping me.”

She could hear Alcyon’s quiet growl building, “What did you say?”

Amelia whirled on him, eyes blazing with fury and angry tears sliding unchecked down her face, “I said, ‘Even if I had another chance, I won’t be asking you for help!’”

The volume in her voice rose as she continued, “You lost my last chance to see Ben again, because you didn’t listen! How could I even trust you to not mess up next time?!” 

“Mess up?” Alcyon snapped at her, “Mess up?! I only took action because you kept crying about being stopped at every turn because of the laws and that damned family of his!”

“That’s exactly why we couldn’t meet them with violence! Because they are spiteful enough that they will throw the law at us and now they have the excuse of saying you are a danger to Ben due to your fight with his father’s Black Templar. Moreover, the law will always be biased against chaos Astartes and you are no exception! Why couldn’t you understand that?!”

Alcyon’s frustration grew the more Amelia said. It wasn’t his fault that the Black Templar and that family of hers kept her son away. He was the one who had supported her from the time she had accepted that he had bonded to her. And now she didn’t want his help because he made this one mistake? 

He sneered, “Don’t you dare blame me for that son of Dorn keeping your son away from you.”

“You are partially to blame! If you didn’t fight and nearly kill him, we wouldn’t be banned from the school! I wouldn't be in this mess!” she spat, too emotionally exhausted to keep her temper in check. 

“Then you shouldn’t have kept complaining about the inept human laws that you like to play with! At least I did something about it!” the Iron Warrior retorted.

Her anger boiled over, “I didn’t need you to do anything about it! I didn’t want you to do anything about it! Sometimes I wonder why I’m even bonded to you in the first place!” Amelia’s eyes widened and her expression turned pained, even she couldn’t believe the harsh words that came out of her mouth, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

Ignoring her stuttered apology, Alcyon snarled back at her, “I didn’t ask to be bonded to you. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be bound to a simpering weakling like you!”

He knew that his words hurt. Judging by the agonized expression she wore, his words stabbed in all the right places. She didn’t want his help? He’s the one who’s taken action to get her son back! He’s the one who gave her the chance to visit her son again! How dare she be so ungrateful! Alcyon angrily ignored the voice in the back of his mind screaming at him to stop, that they won’t be able to walk back their words after this. So occupied by his resentment and anger, he couldn’t feel their bond slowly come apart, thread snapping by fragile thread.

Amelia felt her heart crack and regrets started to bleed from it. 

“I never asked for you to be bonded to me either. You could’ve left me alone, you should’ve stayed away!” She wiped her eyes angrily, “None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up in my life!”

Another thread snapped. 

“You’re the one who accepted our bond! You wanted it! Had you not, you’d still be that lonely little human woman yearning for a big Astartes save her and warm her bed at night, because her own husband wouldn’t bother to fuck her!” Alcyon resentfully pointed out. 

Amelia glared at him, speechless with anger and mortification. 

“I heard what they said about you… the whore who prefers the company of chaos demons rather than her own family.” He sneered. 

“I do not…!” She spluttered in embarrassment, “I am not a whore!”

The Iron Warrior looked infuriatingly smug despite the hurt, “That’s not what you moaned when I fucked you.”

A few more threads loosened. 

Feeling humiliated beyond tears, Amelia growled low, “Get. Out.” 

“No. This place is mine as much as it is yours.” He replied stubbornly. 

“Fine. Then I’ll go! I can’t deal with you right now.” Amelia knew this was going nowhere and immediately yielded. She started walking away only to be roughly yanked back into place, plastered against the wall. Her arm, held tightly in his claw. Amelia froze, not daring to struggle lest the metal claw cut into her flesh. 

“I’m not done with you!” Alcyon growled. A dark desire in him wanted to see her fight back so he would have reason to scorch her in return. 

A number of threads singed and sizzled as it burnt away.

“What else do you want from me? To be thanked?” Amelia asked, indignation and hurt seeping into her voice. 

She snapped, “Well thank you for losing the last chance I have to see my son again!”

“Don’t take that tone with me!” He roared back.

Amelia screamed when Alcyon’s heavy metal claw slammed into the wall a few inches from her cheek. Sharp metal tips dug deep into the plaster; a stark frightening reminder of how dangerous Alcyon actually was. The red lenses on the chaos marine’s face glowed with a malignant energy as he loomed over her.  

“Good. You should remember to be afraid.” Alcyon leered at her, a sense of dark satisfaction washing over him as he watched terrified tears run down Amelia’s face. 

Another few threads broke. 

“You act as if this one mistake of mine is a world ending tragedy and wipes away everything else I had done for you!” He hissed disdainfully. 

Not even giving her a chance to reply, Alcyon continued, “Everything I had done up until now had always been for you! Always!” Spite and anger built in his chest, “And you dismiss me like some misbehaving pet?!”

“I never treated you like that! If you feel like I treat you like some pet, take off your collar then! Leave me! I can’t stop you!” She spat back, “I won’t stop you!”

She was right. He knew he could leave. He knew she couldn’t stop him. What could Amelia even do? She was such a weak creature. But something stopped him, did he actually want to leave? 

“We already said we don’t want to be bonded to each other. Then we don’t need to stay in whatever this.. this… whatever this is then!” Amelia angrily cried. 

To break this bond tethering him to Amelia’s existence seemed completely abhorrent to him. Even if he didn’t have a choice in who he was bonded to, the thought of her not wanting to stay by his side made Alcyon’s chest feel tight. 

“I can’t believe I loved you.” She said hoarsely, sorrow cracking through her voice, “I thought…”

Several more threads from the bond snapped.

His hearts shouldn’t have clenched like that when he heard her say it. The Iron Warrior dismissed the feeling with a scoff, “You’re delusional. There was never love. We are bonded. You are simply just mine.”

She glared at him through her tears, “We may be bonded, but I am not yours.”

That sentence echoed in his ear. 

More strands broke. 

“You don’t mean that.” Alcyon hissed through gritted teeth. The defiance in her words made something twist and shear inside. How dare she say that. She was his. She was his. Amelia was bonded to him and him only. She was his! That thought ran rampant in his mind.

“You don’t mean that.” The chaos marine suddenly pinned his human to the table, one hand trapping her wrists above her head, his teeth caressing her throat. Amelia cried out from the impact, her body spasmed in pain. 

“Tell me you don’t mean that.” He growled. Amelia idly wondered if Alcyon would tear her throat out if she told him otherwise. 

More threads strained and snapped. 

“Say it!” He snarled and bit down hard. 

Amelia mewled, her body instinctively reacting by arching into his. Instinctively wanting more. Her skin prickled at their heightened sensitivity. A weak moan escaped her as he sucked on the tender mark. 

“Tell me, Amelia. Tell me, you are mine. Your body certainly knows it.” She could feel him smirk against her flushed skin. She tried to bite back another whine at the heat and pressure of his body pressed flush to her own, her hips pushing back when he started rolling his hips against hers. It always started like this… she thought as her mind started to fog. 

Appalled at her own reaction, Amelia panicked. She twisted her hips away, bringing a knee up to push his body off her. Her arms strained to free themselves from the tight clasp of his hand.

She started screaming, “NO! Get off— mmngh!” He silenced her with a rough kiss, his tongue wrestling down her own. A frustrating rage in him grew at her defiance. She kept denying that she belonged to him. She was his as he was hers. They were bonded. He won’t allow her to deny the fact any longer. He’ll remind her who she is bonded to. 

“No.” The chaos marine sneered, his grip holding Amelia’s wrists together tightened, his claw grabbed her leg, easily moving it back to the side of his hips, forcing her to lay on her back facing him once more. She winced in discomfort. 

“Your words deny it, but your body and soul remembers. I will make you remember!” He angrily growled into her mouth, the vibration from it causing another unwanted arc of pleasure to course through her body. In one quick movement, Alcyon’s metal claw effortlessly shreds through her clothing. The torn clothes fell apart, leaving behind thin bleeding welts where his claw swiped against her bare torso. 

More threads were sliced from the bond. 

Amelia's eyes widened with fear as she started to struggle in earnest, “No! Alcyon! Let me g-!” His mouth was on hers again in an instant, cutting off her protests. She tried to turn her head away. He bit hard onto her bottom lip, warning her to be still. She whined in response before he promptly stole her breath again. 

“Stop, Alcyon! Please sto-!” Amelia begged as soon as their mouths parted. 

She could see every scar in detail around the lens implant as they stayed nose to nose, “Even if you deny it, you know that you’re mine.” Alcyon harshly whispered, “You will always be mine.”

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head to one side before biting down hard onto an old mark, drawing blood. Amelia keened wordlessly, tears leaking from her eyes as the pain added to the heated pleasure within her own traitorous body. She knew that this was a natural reaction, but she couldn’t help but wish that her body didn’t betray her like this. 

With a pleased growl, the chaos Iron Warrior licked the blood from the wound then kissed her. An unbidden moan left her throat as the bitter iron salt of her blood passed between their tongues. 

“Your body is more honest isn’t it?” Alcyon laughs sardonically against her lips. He could smell his human’s arousal right when he pinned her under him, the heady scent getting stronger as he continued to mark her. His teeth nipped and worried her sensitive skin down toward her breast, soaking in all her involuntary gasps and twitching muscles as he laid his claim onto her flesh. 

Amelia flushed with shame and regret. She wished she had never had slept with Alcyon, if only so that he would not know her body as well as he did. She regretted that she allowed her relationship with the Iron Warrior to become this intimate. She regretted that she had fallen in love with him. 

More threads dissolved. 

He bit down hard onto her breast, his sharp teeth sinking into the soft tissue. Amelia bit her lip to stop another whine from escaping, her hands stiffened into claws as Alcyon’s tongue licked up the blood that had beaded up from the wound.  

He gave the same treatment to her other breast, further sucking and teething her nipple into a hard peak. 

“No..! Alcy— ohhhn!” Her throat was tight as she let out a strangled moan, her pussy clenching around nothing. Amelia flattened her back against the table and tried to curl into herself, trying to shirk away from his touch. The chaos marine let out a feral, displeased growl. He grabbed her thighs and slotted her roughly against him, forcing her legs to spread wide to accommodate for the width of his muscled bulk. His metal claw dug into her back, the pain forcing Amelia to arch her spine, pushing more of her breast into his mouth; her breath shuddering and her hips thrusting involuntarily, rubbing her aching core against his pelvis as he sucked and nipped bruises onto her sensitive flesh. 

“No more… please Alcyon.” Amelia begged.  Shame filled her being as she could feel her cunt becoming slick with her juices. 

Alcyon ignored her pleas and groaned at the scent of her deepened arousal mixed with the iron in her blood, his own cock hardening within his pants from rutting against her hot wet core. He could feel the twitches of her muscles and hear her near silent moans and involuntary gasps as Amelia tried desperately to stop reacting to his touch. He will make her fall. He will make her remember. 

This time he will leave his marks so others could see who she belonged to. Alcyon bit her neck again, sinking his teeth just below her jawline. 

Her shame and regret flashed into anger. “Stop it!!!” She snarled, whipping up a freed hand to strike his face. 

Alcyon caught her hand and roughly forced it onto the table again, “Say it, Amelia. Say that you are mine.” He demanded, his eye darkened with feral lust and possessiveness heavy in his voice. 

She was beautiful, pinned helplessly below him, glaring at him with rage simmering under the surface. He could see Amelia’s heightened pulse flutter underneath her fragile skin. Bruises forming where he marked over and blood beading out from marks that broke skin. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to steady her breathing.

Amelia bared her teeth at him in anger and contempt, “Leave me alone! I can’t stand the sight of you! I hate you.”

He felt it then. It was as if someone reached into his chest and grabbed a bundle of threads that made up the core of his bond and brutally ripped them out. Sharp agonizing pain stabbed into his hearts as each thread snapped and broke, as if they were once attached to them. Alcyon stared at her, reeling from the sudden shock of pain. Amelia took the chance to slip out from under him and ran into the bedroom, locking the door behind her. 

The chaos warrior shook himself out of it, that shock of pain quickly settling to a dull ache as resentment soon took over. Alcyon turned to follow his human when the shine of the intricate metal fish on the table caught his attention. It was a gift he made for Amelia that she treasured. Eyeing the fish figurine with spiteful hostility, he crushed it in his hand and flung it against the wall, shattering it into pieces. 

Amelia’s sobs were quiet and muffled, but even they couldn’t escape from his keen hearing. Every cell in his body was compelling him to respond to his bonded human’s sorrowful cries; to comfort her, to apologize, to rebuild the threads of the bond that’s been broken. Alcyon ground his teeth hard, fighting against the compulsion. The Iron Warrior ignored it all and stormed out of their home, slamming the door so hard it nearly took the door off its hinges. 

Alcyon was long gone by the time Amelia crept out from the bedroom. Teary-eyed, but fully dressed again, Amelia cautiously made her way back to the living room, still wary that the chaos warrior was still lurking somewhere in their home. More and more cracks formed in her heart as she looked at the evidence of their fight: the gouge marks in the wall, the scratch marks, the torn strips of her clothes that laid on the table. She whimpered and hissed when her own body reminded her of Alcyon’s cuts and bite marks on her. But that hurt couldn’t compare to heart wrenching pain when she found the shattered remnants of her beloved fish figurine. 

Amelia remembered Alcyon had made it for her: a beautiful and surprisingly intricate piece of art that came from his rough and metal hands. She loved it so much. It reminded her of her son’s favourite creatures… and what she mistakenly thought was Alcyon’s love for her. Tears started to roll down her cheeks again as she painstakingly picked up the remains, piece by shattered piece.  

A particularly sharp fragment of the fish sliced into her finger, the sudden shock of pain causing her already shaky hand to drop the pieces she just collected. Sliding down the wall, her hand fisted around the pieces that didn’t fall, Amelia curled into herself in anguish. Letting out a grief-stricken wail, she wept bitterly.