#punnett square au

[hinacu-arts]

Jaune x weiss Square?

Here we have full recessive x full recessive! Finally! Most squares are fully dominant x mostly recessive

Punnet Square Results!

Went with green since i dont have a designated color yet

Eye Color = 100% chance of blue

Eye Shape = 100% round

Hair Color = 100% light

Hair Texture = 50% wavy / 50% straight

Height = tall or small

[result masterlist]

[hinacu-arts]

Btw the lineup is in age order

Two years later and im back with this au. Here are some picrews of the kids!

Was going through the JNPR Berries tag and saw a couple people had designed fankids and decided i wanted to design my own! It was a lot of fun

[pfhwrittes]

gnashing my teeth and wailing at my Punnett squares and it's entirely @gemmahale's fault (cariad, you monster i love you)

okay all you need to know for this to work is that lycanthropy is an X linked double recessive gene (you need two copies for lycanthropy to present. if someone only has 1 copy they're a human carrier).

what does this mean for werewolf au?

reader is a werewolf. price and ghost are human carriers. gaz and soap are human non carriers. (although the reader absolutely assumes due to soap's incredibly hairy forearms that he's the other carrier out of the four of them)

[gureumz]

project aphrodite

rating: explicit

member: jungwon

premise: in a post-apocalyptic world, you and jungwon are excellent scientists and are at the relative top of the list of people who are ideal parents for the next generation of this dying world. it's now your job to repopulate this earth so you ask your co-worker to pretty please knock you up.

notes: sci-fi elements, dystopian au, scientist!reader, scientist!jungwon, fem-bodied reader, reader is referred to as a woman, dom!jungwon, breeding, impreg kink (like heavily), dirty talk, platonic (?) breeding, co-workers with benefits (?), idk this is kinda speculative fiction but also suspend your disbelief a bit lol

a/n: first of my 1k follower special! not quite sure what order i'm following here but i hope you stay for the ride nonetheless! enjoy!

it's a strange feeling.

in your line of work, 'strange' is hardly any cause for concern. as a biologist with a concentration in genetics, you've seen all the ways nature does its job. from the familiar concepts almost all people learn about in science class like the basic 'mom-meets-dad-equals-baby' to the eerie methods organisms in the deep sea evolve to survive.

you've learned about it all, pored over each punnett square, stressed over the formulas. so, this shouldn't be anything to worry about.

and yet, you're still worried.

"i mean...what did we expect?" jay speaks up from beside you, eyeing the phone in his hand.

"we're presently some of the world's most brilliant minds so...," he adds, locking his phone before hunching over his desk. to your ears, it sounds as if he's trying to convince himself rather than you.

you scan over the document flashed on your own laptop screen. the harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzz nonstop, going on and on, a background hum all of you in the bunker have grown used to. at this moment, it lulls you into a daydream, vision swimming as you repeat the words in your head.

all government personnel with a status level 7 and higher are recommended to partake in project aphrodite. those falling under level 10 are strictly required. participation at this level is compulsory.

common citizens with a status of 9 to 10 are also required to participate. ample compensation for those successful will be provided.

"you're a level 8. it's not as if you have to," you mutter, fingers digging into your temples.

jay snickers. "how many level 10 government personnel are there in this ruined world? a few hundred or so doctors, another few hundred scientists, even fewer world leaders. that's not taking into account the difference in sex. my information's not up to date but last time i checked, there is a hell of a lot more men than there are women. it's a shitshow waiting to happen."

you turn to meet jay's eyes, not meaning to convey any certain emotion, but the way jay's expression falls leads you to believe that you look way more upset than you're letting on.

"oh shit, yeah," jay curses. "you're a level 10. i forgot."

you sigh, tilting your head back against the headrest of your seat.

"i'm sure they'll release more regulation soon," you begin. "this is just the initial memo. with our world hanging in the balance as it is, no one's gonna let this devolve into some patriarchal anarchy, i hope."

"yeah, of course," you hear jay agree. "most of the proponents of project aphrodite are women, anyway, so i'm sure they'll take extra measures to keep you safe."

you sit up straight, looking at jay once more. "this is the world, huh?"

you and jay pause before sharing a quick chuckle.

"'go make babies, or else,'" you say in a mock radio announcer voice. jay lets out a laugh, his voice echoing off the empty office walls.

the two of you fall into silence, as if retreating to your respective thoughts. all that's in your mind at this moment is your current project, the very thing the few people more powerful than you had assigned for you to do: leading your team in stopping that godforsaken virus ravaging the outside. you've been making steady progress so far, but with the weight of this new responsibility, you're not sure if you could keep the momentum up.

you realize with a passing thought that most of the scientists on your team are level 9s and 10s.

"well," you begin before you could stop yourself. you're suddenly overcome with a feeling of suffocation, the office space seemingly too small and continuously growing even smaller.

"i hope you find someone you'd like to procreate with," you say lightly, pushing yourself off your chair. you quickly gather your things: folders and binders and other loose papers in your arms.

you catch jay looking at you, a pensive look on his face. you stop as you're grabbing your reusable coffee jug.

"no," you deadpan. "not me."

jay's eyes widen, as if realizing he'd said something without really saying anything.

"i—no, wait—i mean...," jay stutters, ears quickly turning red.

you smile, patting jay's shoulder reassuringly. "in case you were thinking about it."

jay's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water and you can't help but laugh.

"these are desperate times, but i'm hoping it's not too desperate," you add. without waiting for a response, you turn towards the door, already making your way to it.

"besides, dr. isa lee seems more your type," you say over your shoulder one last time before pushing the door open and stepping out into the hallway.

---

"hey."

you look up from the microscope, tearing your attention away from the specimen you were examining. your eyes readjust to their normal focal length as a tall figure enters the lab, perfectly crisp white coat hanging off his broad shoulders, thin-wired spectacles resting on the bridge of his tall, straight nose. your lips feel strangely parched as he makes direct eye contact with you and you're left with no choice but to moisten them with your tongue.

"oh hi, dr. yang."

the other scientist chuckles, setting down a stack of papers on a desk in the corner. "i've been here for three weeks. please, call me jungwon."

you swallow. "right. jungwon."

dr. jungwon yang was a new import from the seoul bunker, having come to your own area's bunker merely a few weeks prior. he was immediately put under your supervision, an addition to your already elite team of biologists, geneticists, and virologists. off the bat, you could tell he was a man of many talents, coming up with unconventional solutions and arriving at answers quicker than anyone else.

his presence in your lab made your heart swell. in pride, adoration, or desire, you're not quite sure.

"uh, yesterday's results are in that binder over there, in case you want to go over them," you begin. jungwon walks over to your side of the long table, peering over the slide loaded into the microscope.

ignoring the way he brushes ever so slightly against you, you continue. "the director's dropping by later this afternoon, but i wouldn't be too bothered with that. he's just looking for someone to blame for the slow progress at this point. if only they could get us those materials we asked for..."

"have you read the memo?" jungwon asks abruptly, straightening up. he towers over you, his eyes downcast as he stares at your face.

"of course, you've read the memo," jungwon corrects himself, chuckling. "what i meant was...what do you think of it?"

"it's a government-issued memo, it hardly matters what i think," you respond, focusing back on your work in front of you, although all you do is stare blankly at the moving microorganisms, mind unfocused with how much of jungwon's perfume you can smell.

"it's your reproductive health that's on the line. i'm pretty sure your opinion counts for something," jungwon says with a pinch in between his eyebrows.

oh, a feminist. that's even hotter.

"okay, yeah. i appreciate the new guidelines they put out," you admit, looking back up at jungwon. "though it's the bare minimum, i'm glad they're letting us keep the autonomy of choosing who to...boink."

jungwon laughs at that.

"and free fertility drugs for anyone who wants or needs it. oh, also, thank god they didn't have the brilliant idea of putting a time limit on it. having read some crazy speculative fiction myself, the things people are willing to do in fiction are crazy. who's to say they can't do the same in real life?" you continue.

you don't notice the way jungwon's smirk grows as he listens.

"kind of makes the whole thing unsexy, don't you think?" jungwon cuts in, raising an eyebrow. you blink, unsure of what he's talking about.

"i'm surprised they're not monitoring us with cameras and hooking us up to EKGs and shit," he adds.

"oh," you say with a soft giggle, finally catching on. "i'm sure some people are into being watched."

"are you?" jungwon asks.

"am i what?" you answer.

"into being watched."

a pause.

you shake your head. "how about you?"

"oh no," jungwon says. "i prefer to keep what's mine for my eyes only."

"hm. possessive. that's kind of sexy," you mumble under your breath, a sudden surge of confidence coursing through you.

jungwon just stares at you, but you can see his pupils dance in amusement, taking in your whole face and all your features. you might have imagined it but he seemed to have peeked down at your chest for a second.

"do you think it's attractive for someone to be into lego-building? or at least, used to be into it. i'd give an arm and a leg for a complete lego set nowadays," jungwon asks, leaning against the table, and only now do you notice the veins running over the back of his hands.

you think about whether his arms are just as veiny.

"do you think it's a good trait to pass on an offspring? lego-building, i mean," he presses on.

"uh, yeah. good problem-solving skills," you answer, humoring his question.

jungwon nods. "do you think leadership skills are important?"

you smile, leaning against the cabinet opposite jungwon. you nudge his foot lightly. "i lead a team of scientists myself. of course, i think leadership skills are important."

"you and i both," jungwon agrees.

jungwon shifts, placing his hands in the pockets of his lab coat.

"how about dimples? do you think dimples are cute?" jungwon asks once more, one corner of his mouth upturned. a deep crease on his cheek appears.

a dimple.

"very," you admit.

"i see."

there's a silence that stretches over the two of you, and the weight of uncertainty is daunting as you stare at a spot on jungwon's tie. finally, after a few seconds, you heave a sigh, unable to take the tension any longer.

"this is the weirdest way anyone has ever flirted with me," you declare, looking up at jungwon through your lashes. he's grinning and you nearly shiver at how utterly attractive you're finding him at this moment.

"but it's effective," jungwon says. that was a statement, not a question.

you tilt your head to the side. "how do you know?"

"because you would have blown me off two minutes ago if it wasn't," jungwon reasons, crossing his arms. by doing this, he just made himself appear even wider than he is.

"always so calculated," you say, impressed.

you stretch your neck, easing your head from side to side, watching as jungwon fixes his gaze on the taut tendons of your neck. "are you also this precise in bed, dr. yang?"

jungwon approaches, a large hand resting on your hip. "that's for you to find out."

your breath hitches as you feel his thumb rub through the fabric of your skirt.

"later?" he asks.

"my place or yours?" you reply, fingertips grazing the front of his polo. you can just about feel the slope and ridges of his toned muscles.

"i'd like to be a gentleman, so mine," jungwon offers. "i'll walk you back to your room after."

"i was kind of hoping i wouldn't need to walk back after," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice.

"is that a challenge?" jungwon says, his other hand pressing firmly on your lower back. he pulls you to him and your hands involuntarily reach out towards his shoulders to steady yourself.

a few seconds pass before any of you speak again.

"that's for you to find out," you say.

---

"kind of weird, isn't it?" jungwon asks, panting against your neck.

your back is pressed firmly against one wall of his sleeping quarters, a wide, loft-like room, similar to yours. a luxury offered only to level 10 government personnel, the room gives its occupants enough space and enough privacy.

and boy, did you need privacy.

"what's weird?" you say breathily, fingers threading through jungwon's hair as he kisses down the column of your neck. his fingers nimbly undo the buttons of your blouse and you whimper when you feel him lick at the valley between your breasts.

"coming up to coworkers or friends then asking them to reproduce with you," jungwon responds, tugging your blouse off of your shoulders.

(you both held enough respect for the institution that employed you both, so your work lab coats were neatly thrown over the back of jungwon's couch before anything got too frisky.)

"see, it's the way you say it that makes it weird," you giggle. you pull jungwon back up to your face, kissing him fervently, tongue licking into his mouth.

"oh yeah? how would you say it?" jungwon challenges as he pulls away slightly, his nose grazing your cheek. he licks a stripe on the underside of your jaw.

"please, jungwon," you whimper, playing up the whine in your voice just a little bit. "need you to knock me up. make me pregnant, please."

jungwon grunts in your ear, reaching behind you to rip the zipper of your skirt down. you let the fabric fall to the floor, stepping out of it quickly, revealing the matching red lace panties you had in tandem with your bra.

"yeah? want me to cum inside you so many times that there won't even be the tiniest chance that you're not pregnant?" jungwon says lowly, kneading one of your boobs in his hands.

you nod, hooking a leg around jungwon's hip, pushing your core right up against the bulge in his pants.

"yes," you breathe out, dragging your clothed pussy over his straining cock. "let's be good citizens and have a whole bunch of kids, yeah?"

jungwon chuckles, hands hurriedly working on his belt. you take this time to kiss up his neck, still rutting against him, desperate for any contact.

"come here," jungwon says through gritted teeth as his pants and boxers fall to the floor. he kicks them off unceremoniously, yanking you towards the couch. your eyes briefly catch the flash of white that were your lab coats.

the two of you fall onto the cushiony surface, with jungwon sitting up and you falling a little less gracefully on him. the two of you laugh as you adjust yourself, righting your posture so you could look at jungwon.

"take this off," jungwon commands, pulling at your panties. you swing off jungwon for a moment, pulling off the garment in record time. you reposition yourself over jungwon, his cock standing tall, hard, and painfully red.

"come on, show me how bad you want those kids," jungwon teases, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you roll your eyes. "you gotta help with the diapers."

a second later, you sink down on jungwon, moaning wantonly at how much he stretches you out, filling you up effortlessly. jungwon throws his head back, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

"i'll quit my fucking job at the lab if this is how good it feels to make babies with you," jungwon groans, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

you whimper at his words, rocking back and forth on his lap. you angle your hips a certain way, the tip of his cock kissing at just the perfect spot inside you. you shudder, repeating your movement.

"god, you feel amazing," jungwon praises. "so warm, so tight."

"yeah," you respond. you're gliding up and down his cock, swiveling your hips as fast as you can. you clench down around him, the thought of jungwon cumming inside you your only motivation.

"filling me up so good," you add, watching as jungwon screws his eyes shut, neck shiny with sweat.

you move forward, attaching your lips just below jungwon's ear. you suckle on the salty skin, running your tongue over the spot, savoring the way jungwon lets a moan rip out of him.

"gotta let the whole bunker know this one's mine," you whisper as you let up on jungwon's neck. a faint red spot is left in the wake of your lips on his skin.

in a blink of an eye, your whole world tumbles upside down, jungwon's hands forcing you down on the couch by your waist. in a daze, you realize that jungwon has you pinned under him, his eyes wild with a hungry look in them. he pushes your legs right up against your chest, lining himself up with your entrance.

"the moment you start showing, no one in this goddamn bunker will have a single doubt who gave you that baby," jungwon counters, thrusting into you. he gives you no time to adjust, picking up where you left off.

you cry out, trying to anchor yourself on anything your hands can find. eventually, you find purchase in jungwon's shoulders. he feels your nails digging in, and he mutters a soft 'fuck', speeding up his movements, the wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours so incredibly obscene in the confined space of his room.

"give it to me, please," you say, meeting jungwon's eyes as he continues to fuck into you. his forehead is creased, a look of concentration washing over his face.

"cum inside, fill me up as many times as you want, fuck it deep in me," you continue, cradling jungwon's face in your hands, the tender gesture a contrast to how rough he's bein.

"god," jungwon groans, voice breaking at the end as he speeds up, but then he halts abruptly, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. you feel him twitch inside you and you gasp, clenching down as hard as you can.

"fuck, yes, milk it all out," jungwon says. he starts to thrust up into you again, watching as his cock is slowly coated with his cum spreading all over your cushy walls.

you whine, your fingers finding their way down to your cunt, your middle and ring finger pressing onto your clit. you rub at it ferociously, the idea of jungwon's sticky release inside of you turning you on impossibly.

"i'm getting hard again, jesus christ," jungwon complains but his movements don't cease. he's shaking from the overstimulation but he wraps his arms around you, pulling your limp form up against him.

"rub that pretty pussy for me, babe," jungwon requests, thrusting up into you shallowly.

"make yourself cum while i fill you up for a second time."

---

"so?"

you jump a little at the sudden intrusion. you look up at jungwon through both of your reflections in your bathroom mirror. three pregnancy tests lie in a neat line on the edge of the sink.

"i just started the timer, jungwon," you reply with a laugh. jungwon turns you around to face him, kissing you briefly.

"hm," you say, looking up at jungwon questioningly. "you never kiss me unless you want something."

"well," jungwon begins, hands slipping under your sweater. "we can always kill time while we wait for the results."

you shake your head, but you're already pressing yourself up against jungwon. "you're insatiable, dr. yang."

jungwon winks at you, undoing your bra under your shirt. "you know it."

"plus, you just look too good in this damn lab coat."

[pigeonleap]

Firestar and sandstorm and their awesome daughters: my friends squirrelflight and leafpool.

I did basic punnett squares and these designs ARE possible with my Somali cat firestar - in my AU everything is the same except Rusty is this purebred $1500 kitty and the clans are kind of appalled by how flamboyant and beautiful he is and they are like You can never be a warrior. your fur it is too luscious. ....actually this isn't much of an AU i feel like that was real tpb dialogue

[princess-of-the-corner]

I can see how big of a difference there is between our ideas cause like, Hybrids can happen between any monsters it's just not common like at all. It's when the monsters are elemental or have very contrasting natures is when things go wrong.

Example!

I have Enji as a red half-dragon (debating on having a relation to Hisashi cause that might be fun) and Rei as an Ice Elemental with a Yuki-Onna mother and human father. Very contrasting natures and elements yeah?

Touya is a white dragonborn but breaths blue fire. Built for ice, but got fire instead. Very risky when it comes to hybrids with contrasting natures.

Fuyumi is an Ice Elemental like her mom but has scales and has weaker ice magic thanks to Enji.

Natsuo rolled the genetic dice and is somehow human (Punnett squares are funky like that). He does have a high resistance to extreme temperatures though, so that's something.

Shouto is a hybrid miracle compared to his siblings. Half red dragon and half white dragon. Able to choose between ice and fire magic and switch at will. But Todoroki things happen so he refuses to use his fire magic, until Izuku of course.

Natsuo somehow ending up Human is fucking hilarious. Just the one normal motherfucker.

In mine we have the Demon/Angel thing, with their alignment matching pretty well to what their Canon/CC counterparts have in Power. (Toya is a Demon but immune to Holy Magic while Hellfire hurts him, Fuyumi and Natsuo are mostly Angelic but with a few sneaky Demon traits, Shoto got pretty half-and-half.)

I actually have Dragons in the form of Kirishima and Tetsutetsu. Because the Canon-ish fantasy AU had Kiri as a Dragon and I couldn't resist lmao.

Actually funny that you bring up Hisashi because due to 'the questionable existence of Hisashi Midoriya', I've just deleted him from the narrative entirely!

[wait-still-rendering]

Monday, March 20, 2023

12:35 AM

Idk what prompted me to write this. But I do remember reading a story where a woman found a lover from her past life, but it didn't last---it was closure. Also, I had a dream about a guy I didn't know. We were talking in my old bedroom and then he asked me what year it was so I told him. He then told what year he was from and I think he said a year centuries away. It was strange, but kinda cool? Anyway I'm writing this on my phone. What is it about the notes app that makes me want to write entire novels lmao.

Summary: Unfinished business is meant for the dead, right? When Naminé Hoshida begins dreaming of a mysterious boy with a sad smile, she thinks nothing of it until she runs into him at a bonfire. The meeting leads to an onslaught of memories that overwhelm her and Naminé isn't sure if her feelings for the boy are the memories talking or her attraction alone. If she pursues him will it lead to love or will it lead to closure and ultimately, goodbye? AU. Reincarnation. RokuNami.

There's a boy in my dreams

His golden skin seems familiar

We don't touch, not once

But we talk and talk

He asks me what year it is

I tell him

He looks confused, so I ask him what year it is for him

He tells me

The year is different

Significantly different from mine

I remember waking up

And feeling as if my heart was shattering into tiny glass pieces

Maybe those pieces could be turned back into sand

And then I could rewind time

Like clockwork

--‐----

----

Naminé Hoshida's eyes drooped lower and lower every passing second. This wouldn't be much of a problem if (A) she was not seated in the front row, (B) in the middle of a class lecture on the punnett square, and (C) about to drop dead.

From sleep, of course.

Naminé wasn't dying or anything.

Or least she hoped she wasn't.

Her vision grew hazier as the white walls and ugly motivational posters and lame science memes blended in with Mr. Highwind plain shirt and jeans. He was a strange man with cropped blond hair and blue eyes and he always wore the same variant of outfits to school everyday. Naminé wondered if he ever played fashion games despite his lack of style. Did he ragequit if a client didn't like the outfit he put together for them? It was a strange thought that flit through her sleep addled mind, but it kept her awake.

She caught a whiff of Mr. Highwind's signature scent---black coffee and cigarette smoke---as he lumbered over to a poor kid trying to inconspicuously eat their way through a bag of beef jerky. It smelled awful; both the mixture of smoke and coffee and the off-brand snack.

A series of giggles erupted from different corners of the room and a collective "oo" resounded off the walls as if they were back in 1st grade. Naminé’s eyes shifted to the window. Spring flourished, sakura blossoms swirling about in the warm breeze.

Destiny Islands was known for its tropical weather and assortment of strange fruit, but most tourists overlooked the sakura trees. The story of the paopu seemed much more romantic than trees that could be found in different towns. Still, a stroll with sakura blossoms falling to the ground on a beautiful spring day sounded like paradise.

A smile found its way to Naminé’s lips. This was already supposed to be paradise.

Sleep slipped into her body once more.

"Don't eat jerky in my class now!" Cid bellowed from the back of the room.

A jolt ran through Naminé. If it weren't for the yell, she was certain her papers wouldn't have gone floating to the linoleum floor. Abashedly, she scrambled to gather her doodles and drawings up before anyone could get a good look at her art.

Really, she chided herself, I need to invest in

a sketchbook.

Good fortune saved Naminé that day as all her fellow classmates were far more invested in the throwdown between the beef jerky kid and Mr. Highwind.

She shuffled through the lined papers before reaching the end. Hidden beneath her numerous doodles was a boy drawn out on proper sketching paper.

He looked golden---hair, skin, demeanor. If she could use one person to describe the sunset, it would be him. She couldn't leave him in black and white and so he became an array of colors amongst her other pictures. Stacks of doodling paper engulfed her drawing before she meticulously placed everything back in her folder.

She ran a finger across the paopu sticker placed in the center of her baby blue folder. Part of her debated on whether or not to add more stickers just as Mr. Highwind and the kid went out the door and to the principal's office. Naminé didn't think it was that serious an offense, but Mr. Highwind was, well, Mr. Highwind.

It was another typical Friday at Destiny High.

"You guys going to the bonfire tonight?" Kairi Sakamoto flipped her silky red hair, violet eyes brimming with mirth as she talked to her posse.

They were all pretty. Too pretty. Naminé felt a knot settle its way into her stomach as she caught sight of their laughing faces a few seats away from her. Xion Sato---captain of the girls volleyball team and bassist in her own band. Selphie Tilmitt---resident gossip and casual newspaper editor. Olette Hillbrooke---designated overachiever and president of the student council. Lastly, Kairi Tanaka---ringleader of the elite and first chair violinist.

"Of course! Do you think he'll notice me?" Selphie prattled on about her "secret crush" but Naminé was certain she had a crush on any half-decent looking guy within a 12-meter radius.

"I can't wait for the s'mores and paopu juice. And I'm sure he'll notice you in your new dress, Sel." Naminé saw Olette from the corner of her eye, skimming through her color-coded notes.

"And I'm ready for the chaos. Guess who's coming." A mischievous grin spread across Xion's face.

"No," Kairi gasped. "You're joking."

"I'm not. Pinky promise."

The four girls squealed.

"You gotta keep us filled in, Xi," Selphie said, popping a piece of gum into her mouth. "I'm part of the newspaper y'know. And," she added, leaning in close, "I'm thinking of starting my own blog."

Naminé, for what it was worth, had great hearing and knew how to look at people without them knowing. It was an essential skill for people-watching.

The girls continued to talk, this and that about makeup, and oh did you hear the latest drama? She's didn't deserve what happened. He's definitely cute. Stuff like that.

Class ended without Mr. Highwind returning and thankfully, it was 7th period.

Naminé was out the door in seconds.

If it weren't for what happened next, her life would have taken a completely different course. She knew that with certainty.

"Hey." Seifer Almasy was leaning against her locker, a smirk residing on his arrogant face. He towered over her before leaning in to say, "Wanna come over to my place? I heard girls like you are pretty wild in---"

"Seifer," Selphie said saccharinely, "do I need to teach you this lesson again, because I have my nunchucks riiiiggghhhttt here." She patted her sunshine yellow backpack, embroidered flowers stitched on.

How the hell did Selphie Tilmitt smuggle a weapon onto school property?

Also, was that really the one thing she should be worrying about right now?

A pair of hands pulled her back. It wasn't until they were in front of her that she realized it was Olette and Kairi. Xion stood next to Selphie, her hands concealing what Naminé presumed to be another weapon.

"Y'know girls might actually fall at your feet if you weren't a moronic asshole barely passing his classes." Kairi's hands were on her hips.

"Ohh, I'm so scared. What are a bunch of puny girls gonna do to me?"

"Want another scar for that face of yours?" Xion asked. Her voice grew low and Naminé swore Seifer started to sweat.

"We have enough evidence to get you kicked out of school. Then you can start your long and prosperous career of living off of Mommy and Daddy." She heard the smile in Olette's voice.

It wasn't long before Seifer was storming off to who-knows-where.

"Hey, you okay? It's Naminé, right?" Kairi smiled. Four pairs or eyes were on her and Naminé wasn't sure how to react so she nodded.

"Yeah."

"I always see you drawing in class. And your notes always look so well-organized and cute," Olette said. "We're sorry about Seifer. He's such a pig. Honestly, I don't know what happened. He wasn't always like this."

"Yep, hopefully he doesn't show his face at the party tonight." Selphie smiled as if she hadn't just threatened a boy with her nunchuks. "Oh! Are you coming to the bonfire?"

The only word that left Naminé's mouth was, "Huh?"

"Yeah, you should come. It's a lot of fun," Xion replied, a gleam in her eyes. "We could help you pick out an outfit and then head out."

It was all a daze after that. She found herself in a light blue summer dress paired with the sandals she always wore on nice days, but then again, most days were nice on Destiny Islands. The dress was ... something else.

Cute, yes, but she wasn't quite comfortable with the amount of skin it showed, which, to be fair, wasn't a lot.

Naminé crossed her arms in attempt to cover herself more. Something about wearing even slightly revealing clothes in public resulted in heightened heart palpitations and burning cheeks. She could blame it on the setting sun or the weather drop or even the fact that she forgot to bring a jacket. (Oh, how she regretted leaving her jacket at home.)

The throngs of drunken teens reminded her why she never went to parties. Not that she was ever invited to any. Too many people, too much noise, too much drama. Or maybe she hated parties because she never quite fit in with any group and usually found herself in the corner, too afraid to talk to anyone or ignored by everyone when she tried to contribute to the conversation.

The girls surrounded her in a feeble attempt to make her feel included. It didn't work.

Then, she saw him, golden skin and all.

When their eyes met---a spark, a flicker, something, shot through her. He smiled.

Familiarity almost had her in tears.

Selphie nudged her arm and wiggled her eyebrows. "Someone catch your eye?"

"Huh?" Naminé's cheeks were stained red as she attempted to form an intelligent and articulate response, neither of which came to her. "He, uh, just looks familiar. That's all."

"Y'know, usually guys say that when they're hitting on a girl. Not the other way around," Kairi chimed in.

"He's coming this way," Olette whispered.

Xion started making kissy noises to Naminé’s dismay. Really, they should be more mature than this. The girls fell back. Probably to go watch them from afar in one of the bushes or something.

"Hey, I'm Roxas."

[twilight-deviant]

Love a good punnett square.

I am entering "pompepling" into my vocabulary.

This almost makes me want to repurpose an old PomPep AU I had where they have three children with varying degrees of supernatural ability.

Think of the drama if they had one half-ghost child they could teach and share their abilities with, but they also had a second, fully human child who feels left out. Even if they responsibly try to give them equal attention. (With human child manufacturing their own portal accident to be like everyone else?)

Rhetorical question (for research purposes): If Vlad and Danny were to have a kid/kids together without cloning (whether it's Vlad who gets pregnant or Danny, doesn't matter) would their resulting offspring be Halfas like their dads? Or would they be full human/full ghost?

A rhetorical question typically begs no answer, but I'm gonna answer anyway and hope you're not annoyed by my disregard (or my pedantry) 😉

Personally, I tend to favor the canon approach of "being a ghost hybrid is something that happened to their DNA" and not two humans who are literally partially deceased, so it's really a matter of how dominant these ghost genes (mutations) are. The following info is purely hypothetical and may not be accurate; I haven't done this since freshman biology.

Presuming that Human is dominant and ghost is recessive, Danny and Vlad have

a 25% chance of having a totally normal human child

a 25% chance of having a full ghost child¹

a 50% chance of having something in between, though not necessarily a "true" halfa². A telekinetic human daughter. A human son whose only power is detecting ghosts. A child who displays no ghost mutations until age 13 and only retains them until age 45, for example.

1 I think these chances are lower because honestly I don't think Vlad and Danny are mutated enough to have a fully-ghost offspring. Maybe if the mutation is ongoing, like if they become more "ghostly" the older they grow, they're more likely to produce a full ghost—or as close to one as possible—the longer they wait.

2 We tend to get stuck on that crucial word "half", but realistically genetics and heredity are not exact sciences and don't obey a neat 50/50 ratio. Even these Punnett squares, like the one above, aren't a foolproof method of predicting with 100% accuracy the offspring of a complex organism like a human being.

But whatever kind of genetics the pompepling has, I hope at least Vlad and Danny had fun making it :)

[hinacu-arts]

Punnet Square Results!

As a JNPR baby he has been named! This is Leon, which means lion, and is associated with the color yellow

Eye Color = 100% chance of blue or blue-green

Eye Shape = 100% round

Hair Color = 75-100% blonde / 0-25% red

Hair Texture = 50-100% wavy / 0-50% straight

Height = 100% Tall

[results masterpost]

[pfhwrittes]

if werewolves are "born not bitten" then how can the werewolf in your werewolf au make her own pack?? does this mean she'll have to get pregnant?

oh hey anon, great question! also, very quickly i've headcanoned the reader to be transmasc and using he/him pronouns.

just to make everyone aware, i will not ever write a pregnancy or kidfic. in all honesty, pregnancy squicks me out in a big way so i will never EVER write about it. i'm also not a huge fan of kidfics and i fully believe that most babies or children in fics can be replaced by an unruly cat and you'll get the same level of hijinks. that's not to say i don't enjoy the odd kidfic, i do (in fact i highly recommend @kaadaaan's Offer Me His Hunger).

so! humans can absolutely be part of werewolf packs. in fact it's encouraged to increase genetic diversity amongst families as "pure" werewolf lineages are often related to each other. there's also no evidence in werewolf au that "pure" werewolves are better/stronger than werewolves that are from "non pure" lines.

i'm still working out the genetics side of lycanthropy so stayed tuned while i work out Punnett squares in the name of fic writing!

[hinacu-arts]

Here are the babies!

JNPR

RWBY

For the absolute zero amount of people who are following my Punnet Squares becoming Fankids journey ive finished with JNPR and RWBY!! And im currently drawing JNPR's so y'all will see what they look like/the square results soon

Im considering doing JNPR x RWBY because i can or maybe just blacksun (which faunus type would be dominant?) because thats the only ship outside of renorarc and str crossed that i actually ship

JNPR

Iris, age 20 — Jaune x Nora

Leon, age 18 — Jaune x Pyrrha

Esme, age 18 — Nora x Pyrrha

Rory, age 17 — Pyrrha x Ren

Sherrie, age 14 — Jaune x Ren

Maisie, age 8 — Nora x Ren

RWBY

Skye, age 18 — Weiss x Yang

Keira, age 17 — Ruby x Blake

Cole, age 16 — Blake x Yang

Nilam, age 15 — Weiss x Blake

Krystal, age 15 — Ruby x Weiss

[emkini]

Gross question: So do centaurs have Horse organs in their horse half? Or do they have different organs. I’m asking because I was thinking we’re there any things that horses cannot eat that centaurs also cannot eat?

This is a Hard Question that requires a lot more biology heavy-lifting than I have the energy to do right now sdfghfd, but centaurs in all my AUs are by nature opportunistic omnivores. In the sense of something like War Horse AU, this is just the ability to thrive on most forms of diets a human can (just in larger quantities, ofc). However in a more extreme environment like Herd AU, this means the centaurs are equipped with the tools to eat anything from tree bark to raw meat.

SO, this means that the centaur digestive system is not the same as a horse's, because horses are herbivores. Since centaurs are ungulates and the only true omnivorous ungulate is the pig, I imagine their digestive capacity would be somewhat similar to a pig's-- though the orientation of the organs would likely still be mostly consistent with what we see in horses.

As far as things horses can't eat that centaurs can't eat, the fact that centaurs are omnivores means bad food for horses and bad food for centaurs aren't necessarily one-to-one. HOWEVER, I can leave you with the fact that horses can't vomit and it's likely that centaurs wouldn't be able to either due to how their bodies are structured. So if something poisonous goes down it's not coming back up, meaning centaurs are probably very careful about avoiding spoiled food due to the fact that it can Literally Kill Them

[kstewdeux]

PART TWO

GENERAL

Writing Resources (Age, Punnett Square, Calendar)

The Everything Creative Writing Book PDF

TikTok Michael Bjork Writing Tips

PLOT HELP

Story Planner Helper

Plot Development

WORLDBUILDING

Realistic Worldbuilding from Professional Cartographer

Wordbuilding With a Biology Brain

Cultural Anthropology Guide to Worldbuilding

Writing Politics (Worldbuilding)

Free Worldbuilding Worksheet

Worldbuilding Checklist

Understanding a Place Checklist

Building a Fictional Government

Creating Fictional Languages

Creating Fictional Holidays

Worldbuilding Guide: Currency

Cultural Iceberg

SCIENCE FICTION

Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction

Asteroid Impact Writing Resource

HISTORICAL/FANTASY

Medieval AU Armor

Historical/Fantasy Tips from Reenactor

Historical Resources +

Magic Circles

Revolutionary War Era & Medical Resources

Guide to Fantasy Worldbuilding

Fantasy Guide to architecture

Fantasy Wardrobe: Popular Men’s Fashion of History

Creating an Original Fantasy Creature

Fantasy Guide to Hair

WORDS

PG Ways to Say Idiot

Guide to Figurative Language

Reverse Dictionary for Brain Freezes

Words to Use Instead of Said

Transitional Words & Phrases

Alternatives for Said

FOOD & DRINK

Writing Alcoholic Drinks

Words & Adjectives to Describe Food

SCENES

Writing Vivid Descriptions

Writing Fight Scenes

Mistakes to Avoid in Action

Gravestones

Writing Swordfighting

CHARACTER BUILDING

Build a Character Masterpost

Name Berry

Artbuilder (Design Realistic Characters)

Character Development

Character Traits Words

TikTok Writing Black & Biracial Characters

Writing With Color Tumblr (writing and resources centered on racial, ethnic and religious diversity)

CHARACTER ACTIONS & PERSONALITY

Villains (Types)

Writing Believable Friendships

Writing Jealousy

Gaslighting (Abusive)

Facial Expressions

Eye Movements

Mannerisms

Master list Body Language & Gestures

Moral Alignment Test & Description

ROMANCE

Seven Point Story Structure (Romance Edition) | Romance Worksheet | Source: Sarahmeden.com

INJURIES

Hypothermia Prevention on Battlefield

Reactions to Injuries Samples

Writing Injuries

Writing Injuries

Writing Appendicitis

Writing Natural Remedies

Life of a Bruise

Slit Throat

Not Quite Dead: Writer’s Guide to Serious Injuries

Writing Realistic Injuries

Writing Cuts, Scrapes & Bruises

NEURODIVERGENCE

Things to Avoid

TikTok Dr. Kojo Sarfo

TikTok Dr. Tracey Marks

TikTok Dr. Melissa Shepard

Writing Neurodivergence

Basic Guide to Writing Mental Illness

Writing Mental Illness, Autism, & Abuse

Tips Writing About Mental Illness

PTSD Academic Research Launch Point

Accurately Depicting Bipolar Disorder

TikTok Things Not To Say Bipolar Edition

Writing Autism When You’re Not Autistic

Writing Autistic Characters

TikTok Paigelaye Autism In Girls | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

TikTok Writing Autistic Characters

TikTok ADHD Connor DeWolfe

Writing ADHD

DISABILITIES

Writing Epilepsy

Advice On Writing Epilepsy

Writing Disability in a Non-Ableist Fashion

Writing Speech Impediments

[howlingday]

Jaune Strife AU:

I had to look up gene dominance and recessiveness as I thought about this, so bear with me.

Generally, when a blond(e) parent and brunet(te) parent have a child, said child will have brown hair. However, Cloud most likely comes from a predominantly blonde haired lineage, which actually increases the likelihood of his blond genes overwriting Tifa's brunette/ravenette ones. Seeing how Jaune only has blonde haired sisters, let's assume that the blonde is strong.

Now, this whole thing also applies to Yang. Blond dad Tai and ravenette deadbeat mom Raven produced a very blonde kid Yang.

So, let's say that Jaune is very much his father's son and is attracted to a woman who can punch their face into next week whilst leaving the body in the present.

Meanwhile, Yang turns out to be attracted to personified golden retrievers like her mother was.

Obviously, Jaune and Yang become an item, proceed to do the horizontal mambo and nine months later she pops out a kid... with black hair.

Que drama, shenanigans and other over the top displays of confusion.

Some people try to make other take note of the obvious mix of facial features the new arrival has, Penny being the most ardent among that group. So she does a super computer gene sequencing thing and give the fresh new parents the results. The results being that the kid is 100% theirs.

One crash course about dominant and recessive genes later and everyone's all fine and awkward and dandy with one another.

Real quick, I'd like to point something out in regards to the good ol' Punnett Square.

Now, assuming, as you say, Cloud's genes are entirely recessive (gg) and Tifa's are entirely dominant (GG), then yes, their children should all be genetically brunette with a mix of dominant and recessive genes (Gg).

However, we only ever see Brian Lockheart and Claudia Strife, the former a brunet (GG/Gg) and the latter recessive (gg). We don't know about their spouses, which means we can assume blonds and brunettes as we like.

So, let's say Cloud was entirely recessive (gg), and Tifa was mixed (Gg). This results in:

GG - 0%

Gg - 50%

gg - 50%

Half and half with eight kids who are all blonde. Highly unlikely based on probability, but sometimes science is more art than science... or is that baking?

Now, if we assume Tifa is full dom (GG) and cloud recess (gg), the results are very different:

GG - 0%

Gg - 100%

gg - 0%

A full mixed batch every time.

Sorry, I just love doing Punnett Squares!

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Yang: Teehee!

Nora: Dom!

Weiss: Will you two be serious?

[wixibaby]

There’s something else I’ve been curious about your AU since I found out that Elizabeth was adopted into the Afton family, why did you decide to make her an adopted child instead of a child born into the Afton family? Don’t get me wrong, adoption isn’t great but it’s a route I haven’t seen taken before and I wanna know why you decided to go that route with her?

And also, why did William adopt Elizabeth? It’s fairly obvious that he favors Bennet most so I wouldn’t think that he would bother having any more kids if he’s already got his little angel in his life and I highly doubt he decided to adopt just to have another child to neglect like Micheal or was it Delphine’s choice to adopt Elizabeth before the marriage fell apart?

Ok I just want to reassure you that I know what a Punnett Square is and I know what recessive genes are I learned about them in like 7th grade gshakalfhshk lmao

So the reason why Elizabeth is adopted is actually a myriad of personal choices when designing the characters and fleshing them out.

The first thing was when Sister Location came out. I absolutely hated the lore it added to the canon (and I still don't really like it) and I just removed SL from my interpretation of the lore period, including Elizabeth. Eventually this turned into a little more leniency like "ok mayyyybe Elizabeth can exist" and then I made her Bennett's twin and then I really sat down and thought about it.

I draw the Afton's enough for people to have a general understanding of what they look like, but just to reiterate:

William has brown hair and gray eyes

Delphine has dark brown (essentially black) hair with blue eyes

Michael has black hair and blue eyes

Bennett has brown hair and gray eyes

And Elizabeth has blond hair and green eyes.

Initially that didn't sit right with me and I just went "fuck it probably recessive genes" but eventually that didn't sit right with me either.

Delphine was the one who wanted a daughter too after Bennett because, to be fair, two unhinged boys would be a bit... much. William was hesitant. Mostly because he didn't want a third kid. It was endless nagging from Delphine and numerous fights. Elizabeth was a last ditch effort to save their marriage.

William did end up appreciating Elizabeth more than he thought he would. Sure, he turned into a psychotic, manipulative sociopath with a thirst for blood, but that was only after Ben died. Before then, he was actually super average and a pretty okay parent (Delphine knew there was something deep inside that was wrong though). As much as Ben preferred to keep to himself, he was still a 10 year old boy while he was alive, and his brother was a teenager, so there's only so much of that one person can handle before they lose their shit. Elizabeth was a nice change of pace. A lot of the time she would ask William to braid her hair or play with her.

Elizabeth being adopted was a blend between fleshing out the characters she's associated with and the late cousin of the beta version of my AU where Elizabeth didn't even exist.

Anyways here's a doodle of Chloe that looks like a bigfoot sighting because it's 2 am and I used the flash on my camera to fucking see it lol