#say what you want about gene but he is STRONG for being able to pick up that entire tomato can so easily

[golden--doodler]

They are so silly 🤣❣️

This is from Season 3, Episode 23, The Unnatural for those wondering

[zeroducks-2]

All the speedster omegaverse talk is making me think about the world building aspects. (I mean, also speedster sandwiches but, of course, but) I wonder how different the culture about be towards omegas and relationships, and if Eobard had any adjustments he had to make

I do think that it would vary between Barry's 20th/21st century and Eo's 25th, in terms of societal roles and expectations and all.

The 25th century would be way more segregated and big on stuff like heat and rut blocker/suppressant/delayer. Being able to smell someone which isn't pack (so parents, spouse, siblings, pups) would be considered very rude. I headcanon that 25th century folks can control their scent glands well enough that they don't really need patches (people are bio-engineered and it's a gene easy enough to replicate), and who isn't able to do that and needs scent patches is treated like someone with a deformity or almost.

I'm pretty sure Eo's parents were two Betas (scientists), and that it's pretty normal for his time to have lots of Beta pups (since they have offspring in vitro there is no need for people with high fertility or hormonal compatibility) and the designation of a pup is chosen purely on the basis of what their parents want for them. A charming, delicate looking singer with angelic voice; a kindergarten/primary school teacher; a nurse or caretaker, they'd probably design the baby so that they'll present as an Omega. If they want a scientist, a researcher or a doctor they'll want a Beta. A cop, a spokesperson, an athlete, they'll pick Alpha traits. This is also the reason why I headcanon that Eobard was designed with both Alpha and Omega traits - since (very likely) his parents wanted him to be a politician, they'd paid lots of money to give him both the charming attributes of an Omega and the inclination for aggressiveness and leadership of an Alpha.

I think there's less sexism towards Omegas in the 25th century, outwardly at least. Since reproduction mainly happens via designing children in vitro and the usage of heat/rut blockers is mandatory, and people don't even perceive each other's scents, recognizing that someone is even an Omega is not easy. Surely people will assume that the pretty journalist who would get a story out of anyone just by smiling and batting her pretty lashes is an Omega (yeah I'm thinking about Rose), but that's not a given and it would be VERY rude to ask her, borderline sexual harassy. Therefore less sexism, even if the conversation on how Omegas are supposed to be subordinates to Alphas still exists of course. This is not really a good thing since everyone is hella repressed and the segregation doesn't help anybody. Lots of violence happens behind closed doors, especially between members of the same pack.

That's also something that probably shocked Eobard, the fact that in Barry's time the segregation is way less strong. People don't always wear scent patches (pups for example don't do it at all, in pubs and clubs people don't unless it's mandatory for entrance, or at the beach and other relaxed social situations etc), they talk about their hormonal designation openly, and it's not considered scandalous or obscene to say something like "I'm probably about to go into pre-rut, this month I'm skipping the blockers and just take a week off" (or anyway not in all contexts), and people don't know for certain what a pup is going be until they present (there are ways to find out but lots of people don't care).

I have more but I'm going to stop here because this is already a wall of text 😂 feel free to add any hc of your own or to pick from mine if you like them, I really don't mind!

[withoutcontxt]

Ahh your headcanons are so good!! Can you do Varian?

The people ask, and I will answer.

Varian knows how to play piano, he learned it at a young age from his school teacher. He’s very good and keeps it up, but doesn’t get to play often due to him being the Royal Engineer and the 2-3 years of vat7k.

When he turns 20, Quirin’s genes kick in. Man is now as tall as his dad and looks a bit more muscular than he did before. Still a bit scrawny tho

Actually very strong, he grew up on a farm it makes sense, and when he gets too tired of the rest of team radical’s shit he’ll just throw the nearest one over his shoulder and leave. (In most cases it’s Hugo, for some reason…)

Open about his crimes, but will NEVER tell Yong, Nuru, or Hugo about why he did it and how if you look at his poster it says WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE. (He also never told them how old he was)

Has at least 3 apples on him at all times for Ruddiger.

When he got back from vat7k, he looked his dad in the eyes and said, “I get it now, and I am so sorry.” This is for many different reasons.

Started to adapt his Way Of Alchemy tm to how Hugo practices it, unconsciously of course. You can only work, and live with technically, with someone for so long before you pick up some habits. (He ignores how Hugo does the same.)

Can actually flirt very well, and has turned on The Charm every now and again to be able to get/do certain things but not often.

Eugene taught him how to live on the road/survive, it’s something that comes in handy, but it’s since been modified to better fit also taking care of 3 other people and a pet raccoon.

Funnily enough, despite being able to flirt and recognize when someone is flirting with him very well. Varian cannot tell when Hugo flirts with him. He just thinks he’s Like That, they’ve both always been kinda like that to each other. So he doesn’t know Hugo is flirting.

Secretly likes in when Hugo calls him ‘Stripes,’ it’s only when his enemies call him that he hates it.

“Therapy? What’s that?” Varian at some point, while talking to Rapunzel.

Varian’s gloves may have once been his mother’s, but that’s not the real reason he never takes them off. It’s something else entirely, non alchemy related.

Will eat any food put in front of him, it doesn’t matter what it is. This makes him and Ruddiger the resident, “If you don’t want to eat it give it to him,” people.

Knows of the tally Hugo has between them, and knows he’s losing, but has been keeping Hugo up for days so they can be even. Hugo does the same to him. (Be it both of their methods since dating have changed a bit…)

Will make a new element at anytime to spite everyone around him.

Now that’s not exactly everything, cause I have some Varigo headcannons as well, but that’s most of them!

[acidh2otoby]

Resident Evil Sexuality / Identity Headcanons, part 2

Ingrid Hunnigan

Lesbian / Female

Hunnigan is a strong headed lesbian that falls under the more masculine side but still identifies as female

Any time Leon tried to flirt with her in the beginning, she wanted to jab in his face but couldn't because he was in a different location

The only reason Leon stopped was because Hunnigan made the small joke after one of his flirts saying, "I pull more girls than you without all the stupid pick up lines"

Jake Muller

??????

It must be a Wesker thing because Jake confuses me as well

From one point of view I think "There really isn't enough screen time between him and any other character other than Sherry or Chris, who Jake clearly has a rivalry with"

From the other I think "But there's a chance he's queer of some kind"

But I honestly don't know...

Jill Valentine

Lesbian / Non-binary

You cannot tell me that Mx. Valentine is not a lesbian that doesn't identify as a specific gender

Like, c'mon, LOOK AT THEM

That was theirs and Chris' bonding in S.T.A.R.S. was both of them finding out they were attracted to opposite genders and Jill being non-binary

That's why they're both tight with each other because gays protect each other, it's a code

Karl Heisenberg

GAY / Male

If you think Heisenberg is straight, you are fucking mental

The part of his greatest plan of getting his revenge on Mother Miranda(r) that he didn't tell Ethan was trying to win his heart and running away with him, CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

The moment Heisenberg saw Ethan, he thought, "I'mma make this bitch mine"

Leon Kennedy

(I love him and his stupid food-loving ass)

Bisexual / TRANSGENDER (female-to-male)

Leon's bisexuality has a preference, a preference for men, Ada is his only exception otherwise, he'd be gay

He's SO TRANS, it baffles my mind how much transness oozes off of him

Leon's flirting isn't to necessarily gain a female's attraction but more-so just because it boosts his ego just a bit because he knows he's hot

Piers Nivans

GAY / TRANSGENDER (female-to-male)

Riddle me this, Batman... have you, in your entire life, met ANYONE with the name Piers?

Doubt it, Piers rats out his identity faster than a bullet from his sniper

Also, he's SO in love with Chris, it's so fucking obvious

I said it once and I'll say it again, FRIENDS DON'T LOOK AT FRIENDS THE WAY PIERS LOOKS AT CHRIS

Rebecca Chambers

Aroace / Non-binary

I never remember Rebecca ever trying to gain anyone's attraction on purpose and actually kind of avoided it

They had love for people, but never romantic, they looked at Chris like he was a big brother and not a potential boyfriend

They didn't even show any attraction to Billy, who was more than nice to them while my dumbass was wishing I was getting saved by Billy every 20 seconds

Also, Rebecca being non-binary just clicks in my brain a certain way that works for me

Rosemary Winters

Pansexual / Genderfluid

Rose doesn't quite understand why it should matter who you're attracted to and even got into a few arguments about it

Being born from someone that had a virus also fucked up her genes pretty good, they were born female but their puberty process and mental gender never matched

They never blamed their dad for the weirdness of going through puberty but they did find it a bit annoying

Sherry Birkin

Straight / Transgender (male-to-female)

Sherry started her transition really early and didn't even realize what it was until she was in her 20s

It was also William that helped her be comfortable with herself even as a kid, because Annette sure wasn't about to

Leon made sure that she was okay with herself as well whenever he saw her

Sherry was able to twist her words to be able to get surgeries from the government for free, making excuses that missions would be hard if she didn't have the right kind of body

Sheva Alomar

Bisexual / Female

Sheva also has a bisexual preference, she prefers women over men

Not to say there's only one guy keeping her bi but she's threatened past boyfriends with it, makes her laugh every time

She definitely had a crush on both Chris and Jill in the beginning but it calmed down when she had to actually work with them (mainly Chris)

Steve Burnside

(I RAN OUT OF FUCKING PICTURES OF USE IN THIS STORY AND HE'S THE LAST CHARACTER FUCK!!!)

Bisexual / Transgender (female-to-male)

I think we can all agree that there was definitely something queer with Steve in all versions of him

Steve doesn't have a specific preference and is kind of a hopeless romantic

The sad thing about Steve that kinda separates him from the other trans characters here is that he never got a full transition before he died 🥲

Did I ads that part to make people feel sad for him again? Yes I did because I genuinely liked his character

[avocadoguru]

Oh my god! This chapter! Did anybody pick up on how JEALOUS y/n got over all the moms and babysitters ogling at her man!? Harry is seriously waking up those mate tendencies in her, she even said it herself, she’s not one to fret over those types of feelings with her past lovers. I know others anon(s) had been giving you both a hard time about y/n possibly being supernatural, but tbh I love that the only supernatural being in this fic is Harry. It gives it a whole new element/tension, and sets it apart from all the other a/o/b fics. I’m very interested in seeing how their relationship and dynamic will be like from here on out. We already got an inside glimpse of how Harry feels about being who he is and how, in a way, for the first time ever, he might actually feel insecure about himself for not being fully human for her. And im sure when y/n eventually discovers the truth about Harry, she’ll also experience feeling inadequate for not being able to give Harry pups or go all out for him during his rut. Also their mannerisms are going to be interesting to see play out. Harry is obviously used to others in his pack obeying him because he’s an Alpha, he just has to grunt a certain way and they will bow their heads in fear/respect for him. He’s used to control and being listened to, while y/n is human, she’s not going to understand what certain grunts or when his eyes change color mean at times, though she might use context clues to get an idea that he maybe trying to exert his authority over her. But she’s still going to do what she feels is right or natural to her, plus I imagine with her military background and being a ranger, my girl is an independent woman! She knows she strong an capable too. They very much give off Bell and Beast vibes, in their personalities, Eddie is chip btw 😍. So please don’t let anyone discourage or change what you two already had in mind for this fic. I’m glad she’s human and will stay human. They’re so many other fics that have y/n being human but turns into a wolf after Harry bite her, or she was a beta with a dormant omega gene, or she’s an omega that doesn’t shift, etc… and all of those are great too but this is new and different and I’m very much interested in seeing it all play out. You two are such great writers! X

(@fkinavocado here) YES, he is absolutely awakening mate tendencies in her!! and OMGGGG THANK YOU!!!!! cuz honestly that's what we think as well! it's smth unlike what either of us has read before, and we thought it'd be an interesting spin off if y/n was 100% human.

i absolutely love what you touched on there! like YES i'm so glad someone picked up on this!!! harry is so used to everyone obeying him without him even having to say what he wants- just a grunt or a certain look and his kind would know to obey, but y/n not only does not know how to pick up on these queues- but she wouldn't! she's very independent, like you mentioned. she wouldn't just obey his every whim no questions asked. the fact that he can dominate her in his human form is quite telling of their bond. she wouldn't get so floaty and give in to his pleas like that if there wasn't a genuine connection there! but she does stand up to him, she talks back, she is quite sassy- and he loves it. loves how she challenges him. just imagine he'd never once had anyone dare defy him the way she does. he's so gone for her 😅

eddie is chip 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

thank you so so much for this lovely!!!! we enjoyed your feedback immensely ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Guys tell me how do I get over the GoG Vol.3 movie pls it’s all i can think about -Danny

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xvii: K'uk'ulkan

They were taken to a small housing in the cave, with colorful murals in and out of it. They found K'uk'ulkan there, or Namor, as Shuri and the others had been calling them. Cat still hadn't made up her mind as to which name she was supposed to use.

"Princess," the man spoke in English, he got up to greet them. "Welcome."

His eyes landed on Cat, and she held his gaze unsure of how to feel about him. He looked smart and strong, but not necessarily dangerous. He was also handsome, but for the first time in her life, Cat didn't think flirting was the right call.

"My warriors tell me you go by Co'kat," he said, grabbing a teal-colored cape from behind him. "But I have the feeling you go by many names..." Namor approached and placed the cape around her shoulders, Cat stayed still. "Like me."

"Maybe I do," Cat closed the cape in place, its brooch seemed to be golden vibranium. "But Co'kat is the name my father's people gave me, it belongs to me only, and I felt... I heard you'd be more interested in knowing what I am, instead of who."

He smiled. "Both are good options, in my opinion," he pointed at the table. "Please, feel free."

Although he was being polite, Cat knew she wasn't an equal in his eyes. She was something interesting, but not like them. She wasn't royalty, so she stood behind Shuri while the princess approached the table.

"This is beautiful," the girl pointed at a bracelet.

"That was my mother's," he picked it up and handed it to Shuri.

"These are all Mesoamerican artifacts," she pointed out. "Most likely 16th century... have you been alive since then?"

Namor only looked at them.

"Your mother was human?"

He nodded. "She was. Then she became something else..."

The man then told them the story of their people, and how they were driven to the ocean after colonizers took their land. His mother had ingested a plant to save him while she was pregnant.

"I was a mutant."

His words resonated in Cat's mind. Now she understood why he wanted to meet her. She'd told his warriors she was a mutant too, and probably made him curious. It did not mean he wanted to be friends. He had no love for the world above water, and that was Cat's home.

"Why are you telling us this?" Shuri asked.

"So you understand why I have to kill the scientist."

"What if we took her to Wakanda?" Shuri offered. "Let us go. I give you my word, she will remain in my country."

"I cannot risk that, princess."

"Then keep me instead—"

"Shuri," Cat warned her, but the girl kept talking.

"I'd love to see your nation."

Namor looked at her and then at Cat. "Well, you can't go down there wearing that. Hypothermia will grip you almost instantaneously. Your blood will become toxic, and the pressure of the ocean will break every bone in your body... or you can wear a suit," he smiled. "We have some of them. Come on!"

Shuri looked at her, and Cat snorted. At least he had a sense of humor.

"I guess you won't be needing one," Namor pointed at her.

"Yeah, that's, er, that's my mutant gene doing its magic. I can shapeshift and mimic other people."

"Even powers?"

"Yeah, and sometimes I can see their memories if I mimic their brains right. That's how I was able to speak to your people."

He hummed, walking up to a corner of the little house. "Are you the only one of your kind?"

"Mutants rarely resemble one another. I have a friend— he's blue and has pointy ears too, but he's covered in fur and has three fingers on each hand. He can teleport."

"You copy that power from him?"

Cat paused but decided it was best to say what was on her mind. "You're an exception to our rule. Mutants are not treated with the same reverence as you are. I mean, out there we are..."

"Freaks," he said. "Abused. Locked in cages."

She watched him offer a suit to Shuri. "Yes."

Namor watched her attentively. "Humans don't react well to things they don't understand. Mutants are out of their line of expertise. We're all different, you say, our appearance... our abilities... the nature behind our existence... it confuses and scares them."

Cat's eyes darkened. She placed the helmet on Shuri's head and spoke in a low voice. "There is a man out there hunting me down... just to prove that he can. He's called me a... a pet... his beast..."

The princess looked at her with worry, Cat didn't face her.

"He's insulted you," Namor helped her seal Shuri's suit properly. "Mankind does not deserve to have you at their disposal, Co'kat."

"No," she agreed. Her eyes gained focus again, and she fixed her posture. "That's why Shuri's going to make me a suit," she locked eyes with the man. "Thanks to her I won't be disrespected again."

He smiled knowing what she was trying to do. "Did you know your parents, before you were taken?"

Cat was taken by surprise. "How did you..."

"I've lived long enough to recognize an orphan when I see one," he explained. "Besides, you said it, mutants don't live nice lives on the surface. It is easy to confuse obligation, with acts of love," he placed a gentle hand on her cheek. "Someone that loves you does not ask for things in return."

Cat stared into his eyes, Shuri sensed it was dangerous to let them continue the conversation any further, so she intervened. "I'm ready, Namor."

Cat gave a start, she looked at Shuri and cleared her throat. "Go ahead, princess. I'll be right behind you."

Namor smiled without saying anything, he guided them out.

Talokan felt like it belonged at a different point in time. Their culture had remained untouched and evolved naturally, they had developed their own kind of tech, and this world hadn't been poisoned by wars or evil people. It was a utopian experience.

"Is that... a sun?" She asked in awe.

"It's made of vibranium," Shuri pointed out in wonder.

"Yes. In the depths of the ocean, I brought the sun to my people," he looked at Cat. "That was my act of love, they raised me after my mother passed." Cat felt a lump forming in her throat, she looked away from him. "I know you wished me to spare the life of the scientist. But now you see what I have to protect."

Shuri had nothing to say. But Cat did it for her. "The girl is not responsible for what others did. She had no intention of using the machine, it got stolen from her."

"That is not the point."

"It's exactly the point," Cat pressed. "You kill her, you take away humanity's hopes for a future that's not led by greed."

"And who can assure me this girl won't grow up tainted with your people's ideals? They managed to taint you."

Once again Cat was brushed aside, and the worst was that she couldn't prove him wrong.

"Let's go back to the surface," the man said.

Namor gave them gifts for being the first people from above to visit his home. Shuri was given his mother's bracelet, Cat was given the teal-colored cloak that was just as weightless in the water. If she were to guess, the fabric was strong enough to stop knives from reaching her body too.

On the back of it, there were two jaguars embroidered with golden and silver threads, Namor said she resembled this creature physically, and in spirit, the jaguar looked after the darkest parts of the universe, the ones that were often hidden from sight. Cat felt honored, she would cherish the gift as much as she'd loved the spear the Skrulls had given her all those years back.

Shuri and Namor continued to talk until they reached the subject of Shuri's brother.

"How does that make sense... that the ancestors would give me gifts and skills... to help me save my brother, and I couldn't? Why?"

Cat had asked herself the same question many times in the past. She'd never reached a satisfying answer. Neither had Namor, but he still had words of comfort. "My ancestors would often say... 'Only the most broken people can be great leaders'."

Maybe that was why Fury kept on forcing this idea that she should be the leader of the young Avengers, he saw something in her that she couldn't, blinded by her own grief and anger.

"I admire what you have built here," Shuri continued, "and how you've protected your people. But as princess of Wakanda, I will not stand for you killing that young woman. My nation will not rest until I'm returned. I'm not leaving without her... We need to find a peaceful way to resolve this."

"It is no longer about the scientist," Namor replied. "For centuries, the surface nations have conquered and enslaved people like us. Over resources," he let out in a tone of incredulity. "Since the day I buried my mother, I have prepared my people for the time they will come for us. And that machine is the sign that the time is now."

He leaned closer to the princess.

"I need to know if Wakanda is an ally or an enemy. There is no in-between."

"So you plan to wage war on the entire world... and you want Wakanda to help you?" Shuri scowled. "That's madness."

"There isn't a nation that wouldn't plunder Wakanda if given a chance," he replied sternly. "If we make an alliance, we can protect each other by striking them first. Then, when the threat of these nations has been eliminated... the scientist will be returned to Wakanda."

The mutant remembered the promise she'd made to Kurt when they were eighteen.

"Humans can't even respect each other. What makes you think they'll respect us?"

"We'll make them."

To Cat, Namor's plan made perfect sense.

"And if Wakanda does not accept, what then?" Shuri asked boldly.

"The scientist will die," Namor replied unbothered. "And Wakanda will be the first nation to fall."

"An attack on my people?"

"Yes. And I want you to listen to me, Wakanda cannot win a war with Talokan."

Namora rose from the water. She spoke in Mayan. "You have been summoned, K'uk'ulkan."

He got up and spoke one last time to the princess. "I heard you that night, with your mother at the river... you said you wanted to burn the world. Let us burn it together."

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[hijitae]

Hi so i’ve read your fanfic a Comet sounds like a frog in space (I couldn’t comment since I didn’t have an account) and I remember Togoro mentioning having a sister. What is her name ,and what is she like.

Hi there! Thank you for the question. I forgot that I had anon comments disabled for some of my fics, and I must’ve overlooked that fic when I got rid of that setting. I used to do that because of stalkers, but now AO3 users and guests can comment. Sorry about that!

Also, my apologies to the other anon; I am gathering some head canon things together for that question! I’ll get back to you soon, although I guess this can be included in with my future response, as this post features some head canons for HijiTae’s children.

For those who haven't read that fic of mine yet, here is a direct link to it.

Anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed the fic. :) And I thank you for your curiosity into what a daughter of Tae and Hijikata would be like. I’ll put the rest of my answer under a cut:

So, I always imagined Hijikata and Tae having a daughter, too – not just to give Togoro a sibling (since they both had siblings), but also because they’d want another child.

I’ve never been able to stick to a name during the few times I’ve written her into (unpublished) fanfic. I once used “Takako” in order to keep all their names beginning with a ‘T’ and fashioned it after Tae’s name the way fathers would conventionally pass on the first part of their name to sons (Toshiro, Togoro, etc.). However, Takako didn’t seem to fit the image I had in mind. I’m not well-versed in kanji, so I can’t pick names through that process; I have to rely on the kinds of meanings various blogs provide for any name I might choose. I thought of Asumi. I considered Masami or Yukino to pay homage to Tae’s live action actress and voice actress.

At this point, I still haven’t settled on a name, and until she makes a proper appearance in my fanfic, I’ll leave it to readers’ imaginations. Mostly I’m trying to finish HijiTae fanfic that focuses more on them before/if I get into family life. But for the sake of this ask, I’ll refer to her as Asumi.

I see her being born 5-6 years after Togoro. What she’s like? Well, right now, I base it on how I created Togoro’s appearance and personality. He looks a lot like Hijikata, except he has Tae’s eyes and smile. He was raised to be responsible and well-mannered. Also, being the firstborn, there is a little more pressure on Togoro to live up to expectations and so forth. Not to say Tae and Hijikata would be super strict parents – maybe Hijikata a bit in some aspects because of his years spent as the Shinsengumi’s vice-chief – but it’s common for firstborns. First-time parents are going through a lot in trying to make sure everything starts off well. Some parents tend to be more relaxed by the time the second child comes along now that they have the experience.

I see it like that for HijiTae, especially with the age gap between Togoro and his yet-unnamed little sister. He’s still a child, but eager by then to help take care of his sibling as she grows. As a result, Asumi will be a little more spoiled by her parents and brother. She will also be born during a time with more peace and stability – I mean, as peaceful as the rapid changes within the Meiji era can be in the Gintama universe after an immortal tried to destroy the entire world and all, lol, complete with advanced technology and galactic travel being mainstream now. Anyway, with a more stable society in place and Hijikata finally letting go of his past, I envision Asumi being sort of symbolic of that inner peace he’s achieved – and, of course, Tae being delighted to have a girl to raise now after a son.

I don’t want to make HijiTae’s kids carbon copies of their parents in appearance (or personality), but since Sorachi made it quite clear that Hijikata’s genes run strong in Togoro, then I imagine it to be similar with Asumi. She’ll have her dad’s eyes and a hair colour shade between dad and mom. She’ll grow her hair long, but might cut it to shoulder-length when she’s older – a reversal of Tae’s childhood and adulthood hairstyles.

Personality-wise, I haven’t given that too much thought yet. Asumi won’t be that short-tempered, but when she is, she is more like Hijikata in that way. She's less patient than Togoro, who is generally calmer; it takes more to anger him, especially since he did his best to be very patient with a little sister, so that influenced him as he grew older. I see Asumi being quite assertive and straightforward like her parents – which might make her seem less courteous than her brother when she speaks her mind. She has a lot of pride in her family background, so she’s determined to succeed and live up to her fullest potential. She also looks up to Togoro, idolizes him like a younger sibling tends to do. She wants to make her parents just as proud of her as they are of Togoro (though, of course, they already are). She's more expressive, less prone to bottling things up, and more relaxed than her brother.

Togoro will most likely follow Hijikata into law enforcement, but Asumi will be more interested in helping to keep the Koudoukan Dojo afloat in the new era. Like her brother, Asumi will receive the same training, but with an emphasis on the naginata from Tae’s instruction in order to uphold the tradition of women and the naginata. I think the history behind the naginata is fascinating, so I imagine Tae to proudly pass on that knowledge to her daughter, teaching her about women’s past roles in society but also encouraging her to pursue any path she dreams of taking – especially since public education really took off in the Meiji era with the first Ministry of Education established in 1871, so there are many more possibilities open to Hijikata and Tae’s children, paths that they did not have in the Edo era, growing up in a more turbulent time (not to mention Utsuro).

Okay, I’ve talked a LOT on the subject of Gintama OCs here, lol, so I’ll stop now. Nonetheless, I hope it was entertaining and interesting, and that I was able to answer your question to your satisfaction. I think Tae and Hijikata will be great parents, who will raise their children in a way that seems best for the family and for society. Positive and negative traits may be passed onto the children because, whether we like it or not, we all end up reflecting our parents in some way when we're older.

Thank you once again!

P.S. Hijikata will be quite devastated when Asumi doesn't take to mayonnaise that strongly. She ended up liking sukonbu a lot instead because Kagura was a frequent visitor and babysitter on occasion. Don't worry, Toushi -- Togoro will carry on the great mayonnaise tradition. 😄

[prof-peach]

if i may ask — with prof peach’s family, is there a post kinda explaining the history w them/ who they are/ what they do? i’ve seen a couple things mentioned here and there but i’ve had trouble seeing much beyond vague mentions and was curious!!

I’ve been cagey about it all because it’ll come up in the upcoming comic, and I was hiding some stuff for storyline reasons.

Here’s what I can say so far:

Peach’s mother is the current leader of the family, a matriarch with manipulation skills like you would not believe. She gets you to do what she wants you to do, no exceptions. She’s able to wrap people around her little finger, very charming, but very stern.

Her dad was paid off to join the family, his genes the only reason he was married in. He was cold and distant towards his only daughter. He was once fun loving and lively, but the family broke that in him. He’s a shell of a man now.

Peach has two aunts, both of which handle operations day to day in the family business. One aunt is very outgoing, strong and loud, the other is more reserved, looked at as a weak link in the chain by the others. They both had kids, both boys.

The cousins were all raised in the same house, with the same set of expectations, peach included. The only difference is the other two were boys, and so they were told very early on that they wouldn’t be able to take over the family business, no matter what they did. It’s a historic tradition not to let men lead the family, as once before they led them to near ruin. The trio of kids got on well at the start, friends, played together, grew together, hung out all the time. And then the real work started, peach got pulled away from them more and more, the boys became jealous, angry, afraid. Their relationship broke down, one cousin being brash and aggressive towards her, he wanted to lead the family, and didn’t understand why she didn’t want it too. The other cousin was the weaker and smallest of the three, and the adults always picked on him, he became bitter and twisted, angry that peach or the others wouldn’t stand up for him, wouldn’t help him avoid the scrutiny of the adults. They have not seen each other in near enough 14 years.

There’s grandma, the retired leader, acting advisor, a very harsh woman, critical, heavy handed for someone so old and frail looking. She works with the accounts, makes sure nothings out of place. Her connections are widespread and questionable, methods-very old school.

Grandpa, watches everything, always observing. If you think you got away with something, odds are he’s seeing and is telling someone else, so you get in trouble. Very quiet guy, very unnerving.

And one remaining uncle, a man who apparently left the family, and wasn’t killed for it. No one’s seen him in years, and information is very sparse on him and what he was like.

The family business is fronted by a farm, people in the community like the family, they see them as honest good folks, who invest in local communities, appear at all the parties and offer great generosity, helping those around them. For a price. They have hands in all the big-wig pockets, and know how to twist political arms to get the maximum out of their deals. Peach’s people have moles in police, government, and many other important businesses, rangers included. Their work puts them square in the middle of supplying monstrous Pokemon to war lords and “private security”, the farm front means no one notices when several milktank go missing to feed the nightmarish Pokemon they breed and train in private. Their methods are harsh and cruel, and whatever doesn’t meet their exacting standards, feeds something bigger and meaner. They are the manifestation of ‘wolf in sheeps clothing’, very devious, very evasive, very manipulative.

After they strong armed peach into the ranger course, hoping she would finish it and come home with useful skills, peach fled the family after a year, after a run-in with actual real poachers, seeing her future in their actions.

She believes they cannot find her. She should know better.

((Right now I’m on a villain AU tangent on the side blog, if you want to delve a little deeper into that hypothetical, search ‘fruit-salad-ship’ just a heads up though, that blog is 18+ and had a lot of stuff that isn’t so Pokemon-y too, so it might not be all to your taste))

[satsukiichan]

A list of BL mangas with animal characteristics - PART 1

Hi everyone!! Hope you are doing well. I took my time to make a list of BL mangas with animal characteristics, this is part 1. What I mean by ''animal characteristic'' is that certain parts of the character´s body will be animal parts (ears, tails, etc), but they are not going to be neccesarily omegaverse. Hope you like them :)

Kedamono Arashi / ケダモノアラ���

In this world exist, “normal” human beings and those with ears called “beasts”. Beasts have a unique body that experiences heats/ruts and pregnancy between the same sex is possible. Miyaji Akira is a beast doctor. A beast himself, he defies nature to be one that is not swayed by instincts. Kijima is the hospital director who likes to meddle with Miyaji. Kijima, born with the rare dominant gene, has very strong pheromones which results in him leading a very crazy sex life. Miyaji, although not very good at dealing with the guy and in spite of being the total opposite of him, is tempted by him.

Omega Shunki / オメガ春機

Kumo from the mountain dog tribe was picked up by Kin from the cat tribe and who lives near a wolf tribe doctor of the omegas, Ise. Whether it be Kumo having the characteristics of a dog, he tends to make playful nibbles and licks towards Kin. However, the fact that Ise was pleased with their excellent compatibility makes Kin’s heart ache.

Playboy Beast / プレ��ボーイ・ビースト

In a world where demi-beasts and humans co-exist, Riku Kurobuchi, a panther demi-beast, finds himself facing a dilemma. He is sociable, good looking, talented at sports, and popular with girls, but for some reason he still hasn't experienced his "heat" like everyone else. After an unexpected transfer, he begins sharing his dorm room with the mature and handsome albino lion demi-beast, Touma Shishigaya. Riku wants to keep his secret hidden from the confrontational Touma, but it's Touma's pheromones that bring about Riku's first heat.

Bakemono no Hanayome / ばけものの花嫁

Hinata's a fox who's become the bride of Kyouya, a member of the wolf pack. Their tribes are bitter enemies, but this marriage should bring about peace. Hinata's disguised as a female at the wedding and has ulterior motives for his soon-to-be husband: he plans to kill Kyouya, who's the son of the wolf pack's leader. The night of their wedding, he tries to carry out the assassination, but Kyouya catches on and he fails. Because he has nine tails, Hinata's even an outcast in his own pack and he decides to wants to die. But, instead of killing him, Kyouya says, "It's time for our honeymoon" and takes him prisoner.

Musebinake, Junjou / むせび鳴け、純

Yuki has a secret he can't tell anyone: he's actually a beast-person. Yuki has fallen in love with a regular customer, Godai, a man who hunts beasts for a living. If Godai finds out about his identity, their love and chances of being able to see each other will no longer be possible. Yet, Godai who gets chased out of his apartment suddenly ends up freeloading at Yuki's house. Will Yuki be able to hide his secret?

Yakimochi wa Kitsuineiro / ヤキモチはきつね色

Akiha came to Tokyo to attend school, but on his first day, he's molested on a crowded train. Surprised by it, he was struck dumb but one young man stepped in to help. As they talked, controlled by the fox he is possessed by, he suddenly hugged the young man to thank him.

Ok, that't it for part 1! What are some of your favorite ones?

[animeomegas]

I read the Naruto Omega request with the alpha commenting about how their kid is just like their Omega (and I loved it so much) but what if the kid is just like their Alpha parent? Like the Alpha hit copy/paste of their kid and it's obvious to everyone, especially their Omega parent.

(Hehe, the reverse, interesting! I got a bit carried away in some places, but this was really fun to write! Enjoy~)

Naruto - Naruto knows his pup looks a lot like his alpha, but they're also like him!! He can see it just fine! You see the way they don't like reading kanji? He didn't like reading kanji when he was their age! You see the way they scratch their head sometimes? He does that too! As far as he's concerned there is lots of him in his child and he doesn't know why no one else seems to see it. He will definitely dress them in the worst orange clothes and style their hair like his to try and get everyone else to notice the similarities.

"No, Kakashi sensei, you don't get it! I had to walk past Ichiraku's the other day and my pup started to cry because we were in too much of a rush to go in. They have great taste, just like me, believe it!"

Sasuke - Sasuke didn't think he was the sort to care that much, but he's honestly a little shocked. Uchiha genes are crazy strong, and he's surprised that his alpha's genes are apparently stronger. He also gets kinda embarrassed because he spent his whole pregnancy telling you that the pup was probably going to look a lot like him and he was very obviously wrong about that. But in the end, he honestly kind of likes it. He doesn't have the best self-esteem and he definitely holds a somewhat subconscious belief that the Uchiha bloodline is cursed, so he finds it relaxing for his pup to look so much like his alpha. It makes him feel like they have a chance at a good life, something he didn't even realise he was worried about beforehand. He prefers his pup to look as much like his alpha as possible.

"Huh," said Naruto, giving Sasuke's pup a glance. "If you were an alpha, I'd say your mate cheated on you, but I guess the pup came out of you, so I suppose you're all good."

"Tch, idiot," Sasuke scoffed, gently brushing his child's hair (his alpha's hair that he loved so much) from her eyes. "Don't be so crude."

Shino - He doesn't really notice, not at first, too enamoured by the fact that his pup is beautiful and amazing and someone him and his mate created together. But after a few comments from others, he starts to realise how little of him seemed to be part of that creation, and he gets a bit melancholic about it. Don't get him wrong, he thinks his alpha has amazing genetics and he loves them both but... he's been excluded from a lot in his life and the fact that he appears to have been excluded from this as well. It hurts. Thankfully, as soon as the pup is old enough to start dressing in the Aburame clan clothes, everyone immediately starts calling them a mini-Shino, telling him how much like their father they are etc. He always puffs up in pride and it doesn’t take long for his friends to notice and they make sure to say that as much as possible to him. I imagine his alpha also picks up on it and goes out of their way to point out the similarities.

"I had to pull him away from exploring in the woods today," you inform Shino, having just walked in from a walk with your pup to allow Shino some peace to clean the kitchen. "He didn't like being told he wasn't old enough yet. Much like someone else I used to know~"

"Is that so?" Shino felt like his heart might burst from happiness that his child loved looking for bugs in the woods as much as he did. "I'll have to take him there tomorrow. Why? Because I want him to be happy."

Shikamaru - If his child doesn't learn to appreciate the beauty of a nap soon, Shikamaru may just have to disown him. He's joking, of course, but he's another one who firmly believed in the dominant genes in his clan, so he is shocked to find that there is now a tiny clone of his alpha running around their house. His pup and his mate gang up on him all the time… poor long suffering Shikamaru. Apart from missing valuable napping/cloud gazing time, Shikamaru doesn't care that much, although he finds it distantly amusing that the future clan head looks nothing like a Nara. Maybe they’ll gain more of his traits as they get older, maybe they won’t, they’re his precious little pup either way.

“If I promise to give you some chocolate later, will you come and take a nap with daddy?”

“No, no, no! Don’t want to! Want to play!”

Shikamaru just let out a long-suffering sigh and resigned himself to being awake for the whole day. Troublesome.

Neji – Neji is so fucking over the moon, he can’t even put it into words. The second he sees his child’s eyes for the first time, Neji starts to cry. They have your eyes. In other words, they have no chance of developing the Byakugan and therefore no need to be given the caged bird seal. The weight that lifts off his shoulders is massive. He has no room in his emotions for any sadness that his pup doesn’t look like him, because he knows how unbelievably lucky he got with this.

You sat by Neji’s bedside, pup cradled in their arms, as you waited for him to come to after the c-section surgery.

When Neji’s eyes finally fluttered open, he immediately focused on the bundle in your arms.

“It’s a little girl,” you answered, understanding his silent question. “Either a beta or an omega.”

Neji didn’t speak, simply holding out his arms to take his daughter from his mate. But just as they transferred him his pup, they whispered something in his ear.

“She has my eyes.”

An unremarkable statement to most, but Neji startled and checked immediately. You were right. She had your eyes.

Exhausted, Neji burst into tears, leaning on his alpha for support and mentally thanking every power that may be for this miracle.

Iruka – Iruka doesn’t have any strong feelings either way. He just wanted someone to love and nurture, what they look like doesn’t mean anything to him. In fact, he’s pretty happy that his pup and his alpha are so similar because it makes him feel like he knows how to parent successfully. He knows his alpha better than anyone after all, so a pup who has the same personality and motivations should be easier for him to parent. He acknowledges every comment about how much his pup looks like you with a laugh. It’s true and it is a little amusing how similar the two of you are. (Also, does Iruka take all your baby photos and then stage matching ones with your pup because he thinks it’s cute how similar you are? Absolutely.)

“Here, if you eat all your vegetables, you can have some of this afterwards,” Iruka promised to his pup, brandishing a plate of both his mate’s and his pup’s favourite food. Without even a moment of consideration, his pup started to eat his vegetables.

Iruka smiled to himself. Works every time. (On both the most important people in his life.)

Itachi – Much like Neji, he’s very relieved that his child is unlikely to be able to unlock the Sharigan. The sharigan has brought Itachi very little good and so much suffering, so knowing his child can avoid that makes him extremely happy. Not to mention, the elders pretty much discard his pup as unimportant immediately, just how Itachi likes it, and while they do start harassing him about having more children, he would much rather that they were bothering him than his baby. He doesn’t let himself be disappointed that his child doesn’t look much like him. He has a healthy and happy pup that he loves with all his heart, and who is free from the perpetual harassment from the Uchiha elders. That’s the best situation he could have asked for.

“They don’t look like an Uchiha,” a blunt twelve-year-old Sasuke said, tilting his head at the bundle in his brother’s arms like he’d never seen a baby before.

Itachi didn’t take any offence and laughed softly, still very weak from the birth.

“Well, technically they are only half-Uchiha,” Itachi answered, absently stroking his pup’s head. “And I think they’re perfect.”

[the-broken-truth]

Broken-Style Remix: Yandere Mother Talia Al Ghul

Broken: When it comes to Yandere Mothers, Talia Al Ghul is one of my favorites; considering how obsessed she is with her baby daddy. Recently, I came into a Yandere Talia Al Ghul Image made by @anxiousnerdwritings & with their permission, I have been allowed to make this Broken-Style Remix! Now, let the words weave together!!!

@anxiousnerdwritings's version: LINK

SUBTITLE: THE ONE YOU THREW AWAY

Talia Al Ghul wanted things thing and would do anything to obtain those things - Complete Control & Undeniable Power. She was the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul - The Head Demon of the League of Assassin & Immortal Mad-Man, well...not anymore; now Talia was on the Throne as Head of the League of Assassins, but there was a time before everything went to hell. Talia always wanted to have power but she also wanted someone to share it with - that came in the form of the Protector of Gotham - The Masked Savior, Batman. Talia was entranced by his power and skill, he would have been a perfect partner to rule with if he wasn't so hesitant to kill but she could sculpt him to fit her mold one way or another but first she needed to get him on her side. Her father thought of him as the perfect heir but there was no way the protector would join him, so Talia planned and that plan was to give herself and Bruce an heir - the perfect combination of the two of them. However, a wrench was thrown into that plan when inside of one - there were two.

A Son & A Daughter.

A Son that mirrored his father in young as he would in adulthood, with the exception of the emerald eyes that Talia possessed - the eyes of an Al Ghul. He was given the name Damian.

Her daughter was another story: she grew to look just as Talia did in her youth but she had her father's calm blue eyes - the eyes of a protector. The eyes of a Wayne. The eyes of a savior, not a killer - she was flawed with those eyes. She was named Bellatrix - just as her father, she would be expected to be a great warrior.

When it was time to hone their skills, it was clear that they were the perfect combination of the Al Ghul and Wayne Genes - Damian more. He was the perfect killer, merciless and quick; he wouldn't give his enemies time to speak. No, enemies were too kind of a word to describe them - they were his prey while he was the hunter. He didn't care how many he had to cut down; he would never tire until all of them were dead at his feet.

Bellatrix - on the other hand - was a different story. It was clear she had the skills, it was obvious that she had the power, but the main issue was that she wouldn't finish the job; she lacked the most important trait of the Al Ghul Bloodline - she refused to kill. Talia feared this - she was just like her father and she didn't want weakness into the pain; especially since she was the eldest of the two. She either had to fix the problem or completely remove it.

And she would much prefer the latter.

Ra's loved his grandchildren all the same - he didn't care of Bellatrix didn't kill, he was pleased enough that she was able to complete impossible tasks alone and come back unscabbed. He would praise her and he would train with her in his free time - the two of them were fond of meditation to keep themselves centered.

"Remember Granddaughter: If you are completely centered then there is nothing you can't overcome. Knowing your center is knowing your true power." - That is what Ra's would tell her during those times.

As time passed on, Talia noticed that Bellatrix gained in power and knowledge every day while her son showed just how much of an Al Ghul he was every time he went on a mission, but that didn't matter to Talia - that girl...that mistake...was a single dot in the way of her son's rightful place as Head of The League & she had to something about it.

And she did.

One night - Talia told Bellatrix to accompany her to the desert for recon and the girl agreed, thinking it was going to be a mother-daughter experience. The two of them sourced their bounds but found nothing, Bellatrix looked around the dunes to see if there was something hiding in the desert's darkness until her body made her move and she dodged just in the next of time as a blade came in close contact with her throat. She reached for her sword, only for her hand to be grabbed, and turned it to her back. She was then grabbed from other directions before being kicked in the back of her knees and came to her knees in the sand. She struggled and looked at the cloaked figures that held her until she looked at her mother.

"Mother! Help!" She begged for her mother.

"Why would I do that," Talia walked over to her bound daughter as one of the assassins handed her a sword, "When it took me so long to get you here?" Talia looked into her daughter's eyes with emptiness.

"You...You planned this? Mother, why would you do this?" Bellatrix asked.

"This is something I should have done from the start, after all - My Beloved needs an heir, not a burden. You are a stain on the Al Ghul Name, an Al Ghul that refuses to kill is not an Al Ghul; hell, you aren't even an assassin. You're a defect, a flaw, a wrench in my plan to have my beloved rule behind me as King and Queen of the League of Assassins."

Bellatrix's eyes widened at the sight of her mother raising her sword.

"And all defects must be eliminated." Talia growled as her arm thrust forward - Bellatrix's eyes widened and her jaw locked to keep herself from screaming as the blade ripped through her chest and came out on the other side.

Talia lifted her foot - the other assassins released the girl - and kicked her to the dirt and watched her groan in pain before going limp in the cold desert night.

"Dispose of the body. I have to deliver the news that the heir has been killed and watch my one true child take his rightful place." Talia didn't give her daughter's body a second glance as she turned and walked away to her jet that was waiting for her.

She should have checked her vitals.

[Timeskip - Years Later]

Years had gone by but Talia still thinks back to the night she stuck her sword through her daughter's body and left her for dead; she was so certain that was what she wanted by there was something missing and for once in her life, it had nothing to do with her Beloved Bat. She tried to put those thoughts aside for she was on a mission.

After the death of her father, she found some research on a mind-control agent that she could use to have the one she wanted most but the League was too thin and most were doing other tasks while some were rebuilding the complex, thus the Head of the Demon Clan had to deal with it on her own, which she was fine with.

However, something felt different - she wasn't sure what it was...but she knew something was going to happen tonight.

Talia did what she had to do and secured to the agent before making her way back to the roof - only to have two people walking for her.

One was a tall man with a red helmet, a brown leather jacket, a gray Bat-Armor with a Red Bat Insignia on the chest; Talia could see the pistols and ammo belts around his waist.

The second was a feminine figure: She was around the same height as Damian, wearing Bat-Armor that looked a lot like a Ninja's outfit with a sword on her back and a dark blue Bat Insignia on her chest. Her hair was long and black but tied in a ponytail, except some hair that freely fell in her face and covered some of the ribbon eye mask around her eyes.

"I guess my beloved couldn't make it to see me?" Talia asked as she placed the agent in her pocket.

"We were the closest in the area so he sent us to what it was about - didn't think we'd find his batshit crazy baby-momma here." The Red Hood said as he folded his arms.

"Too bad, he might have convinced me to surrender but I don't have an issue with breaking children who stand in my way." Talia said.

"You never had an issue with killing them, why would you have an issue with breaking them?" The female said.

"What did you say?" Talia said as she looked at the female figure.

"You don't remember the child you killed? The blood of the Al Ghul you spilled? The child you detested because she wouldn't kill so you decided to kill her instead?" The female stepped forward and reached for her eye mask, "You don't remember my voice...Mother?" She pulled it off and Talia's eyes widened when they locked with the blue eyes of her late daughter - the one that was supposed to die. The stain in her plan.

"You lived? After all of these years, you dare come to face me again?" Talia narrowed her eyes.

"Rather cold to say to your kid who came back from the dead, Lady." He looked at Bellatrix, "Bat-Fang, you wanna deal with her while I wait on the old man?" He asked.

"You read my mind." Bellatrix stepped forward and pulled her sword out, "Arm yourself."

"I guess some stains are harder to wash out." Talia said as she pulled her sword out, "I'll make sure you don't come back."

Emerald and Sapphire locked with each other before the thunderclap of the coming storm sent them both into attack mode. Their blades clashed against each other as the two women danced in a deadly dance, Talia was focused but at the same time confused - how was Bellatrix this focused when the anger in her eyes was so strong? Talia tried harder and used more power but that was the opening Bellatrix needed.

Talia watched as the girl grabbed the sword with her left hand before delivering a swift but devastating kick to her gut, sending her skipping like a stone against the roof as she released the grip of her sword. Talia picked herself off the ground and glared at her eldest as the girl place her own sword back in its sheath and shatter Talia's into two halves, letting the shards and sword halves fall to her feet before she charged at her mother. Talia's guard went up as the two of them locked in a brawl.

'What is going on here? She was never this fast or ruthless! What is...'

Her thoughts were cut off as Bellatrix grabbed her foot and began to swing her until Bellatrix let her go and got stuck in a window. Talia opened her eyes from the impact just in time to see the glare on her daughter's face as she came soaring and her fist connected with Talia's face, sending them both into the abandoned building. Talia groaned from the pain but more pain was added when she felt her daughter grab her by her hair and pull her to her feet.

"What do you have to say now, Talia? Am I still defective?" Bellatrix asked before she punched the Assassin Leader in the face, making her crash into a crumbling wall.

"Am I still a flaw?" Bellatrix asked as she spartan-kicked Talia through the wall and into the living room, making the woman fall on her back.

"Am I still the wrench in your perfect plan? Am I?!" Bellatrix barked as she grabbed her mother by the next and punched her in the face, making her back hit a window. Talia's version was blurry from the pain but when it came together - her eyes widened at the murderous gaze in her eyes.

"Am I still not an Al Ghul?" Bellatrix punched her in the face again - sending the woman crashing through the window again but this time, she felt on a lower roof of a building just as another thunderclap echoed through the sky and the rain began to fall. Talia grunted at the pain but opened her eyes to watch her daughter jump out the window and walk over to her; glaring down at her with blue eyes.

"How... How did you survive?" She asked.

"You should have checked my vitals before you left me to die; once you were gone, I took care of the assassins that you had hold me. I'm not proud I shed their blood but I knew if I didn't, they were going to make sure I was dead." Bellatrix answered.

"You survived... You killed... And now, you have me helpless." Talia smiled at her, "I'm so proud of you, My Baby Girl." She cooed.

"What?" Bellatrix glared with confusion.

"You are everything I want in a perfect heir: You survived my trap, you killed those who held you captive, and you reduced me - the Leader of the League of Assassins - to this pitiful state. My darling, you are perfect." Talia smiled at her daughter.

"I don't know what you are thinking but I'm nothing like you want me to be and I never will be." Bellatrix reached down and took the mind-control agent from Talia before turning and walking away.

"You can walk away now, My Sweet Child, but know that I am coming for you. I will bring you home and you will be what you were born to me - The Perfect Al Ghul Heir. Run while you can, my dear, Mother is coming for you." Talia laughed at Bellatrix as the girl jumped off the small roof, leaving the woman alone.

Talia looked up at the rain in the sky and smiled before picking herself off the ground, touching the side of her lip, and looked at the blood - her blood - that her daughter spilled.

'It was a mistake to let you go but now that you are back, I shall have you once more and we shall be a family. You can't escape your blood, Bellatrix; you're an Al Ghul...and you belong to me.'

[kteabug]

the second & fourth weekend

Summary: For just a few minutes every other week, they get to be a family of three...again.

Pairing: PH! A!Bakugo x QL! O!Midoriya

Word Count: 1996

Warnings: A/B/O/ Dynamics. Divorce. Light Angst. 

AN: I might write a follow-up with a happy ending, but I’m unsure. 

Izuku smiled, lavender filled their bedroom as Bakugo pulled him closer against his chest. The Omega’s positioned between his partner’s legs as the Alpha gently rubbed his baby bump.

“What about Kou?”

Bakugo nuzzled his nose into Izuku’s neck, brushing lightly against one of his scent glands, “nah.”

The pair found out today that they were expecting a little baby boy, causing the Omega to all but demand they pick out a name immediately.

“Well, we can’t just call him pup.” Izuku sighed.

The Alpha hummed, “I like Izuku,”

He rolled his eyes, “what about Haru? Since spring can symbolize a new start and this is a new adventure for us.”

The blonde released his own pheromones – cinnamon swirled with lavender, but didn’t overpower it. “It’s perfect. Like his mama.”

The Omega leaned further back, smiling as strong arms wrapped a bit tighter around him, nose still pressed against his neck. The moment was perfect. They were happy, their pup was healthy and now had a name, nothing could ruin things, but then Izuku’s thoughts started to spiral. He started to pick apart everything he just felt was perfect, overthinking quickly taking over his mind.

“Kacchan –” Izuku started to fidget with his hands, distress rippled off his shoulders.

Bakugo slid out from behind him, making sure they were face-to-face, wrapping his large hands around smaller ones. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“What if,” he sniffled, tears ran down his freckled cheeks, “what if he’s like me?”

The Alpha didn’t know what his husband meant, of course he wanted their pup to be like him. Izuku’s kind, generous, and forgiving (he knew from firsthand experience). The Omega gave his all to everything that he did and had been one of the greatest things to happen to him. He told all of this to Izuku, reassuring him just how amazing their pup, their Haru, would be if he was anything like his dam.

“What if he’s quirkless? Or an Omega?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but loud enough to be heard.

The ash blonde tried to get his thoughts together, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly because nothing seemed like the right thing to say. Sure he had thought about it, thought about the various possibilities, but regardless of how things could turn out, he just wanted their pup to be happy and healthy.

“Several Omegas have become pro heros, many of them have powerful quirks, but what if he’s both…like me? You wouldn’t be able to pass your agency to him or be a father-son duo. Not to mention if he’s a quirkless Alpha, everyone will think your genes were wasted.” Izuku words all trailed quickly after one another, thankfully the Alpha was used to the greenette’s muttering that he could easily keep up. “It will be said that you should have gotten with someone with a powerful quirk, with someone that had more to offer your pups. Someone like Shoto, he’s the ideal Omega afterall, not me. Not some quirkless Omega who can only give you pups with weak or no quirks at all.”

It wasn’t uncommon for magazines or fan sites to hold polls for best Alpha/Omega within the pro-hero sphere and the same goes for people pairing certain heroes together or shipping them as many of their fans called it. So of course, being within the Top Five, Bakugo’s name was frequently involved and the Omega he was constantly paired with: Todoroki Shoto. The Alpha had always hated the polls and shipping, always found it more annoying than anything else especially when it interfered with patrols having fans try to get perfectly timed photos of two heroes they like together. But he hated them even more now hearing his mate’s insecurities wrapped around those stupid polls.

Bakugo pulled Izuku into his chest, trying his best to calm his Omega, but he already knew once he got something stuck in his head, it was difficult to just pull him out. As much as he hated it, there was nothing he could do about what fans said and their PR teams swore they were innocent and not hurting anyone. How could they say that when Izuku reeked of distress, worrying about what a bunch of shitty extras thought?

“I don’t know exactly how you feel,” the blonde ran his fingers through green curls, “but what I do know is that no matter what his sub-gender is, whether or not he has a quirk, he’ll be a perfect fit in our little family.”

“You really think so?” Izuku sniffled, teary emerald eyes looked up into carmine ones.

He placed a kiss on his forehead, “I know so.”

* * * “Mama?” Haru calls from the backseat.

“Yes, Haru.”

“Will Papa like my boots?” The three year-old pup gleefully kicks his feet, wearing the yellow rainboots Grandma Inko gave him a few weeks ago. He fell in love with them, wears them regardless of the weather and Izuku has had to slip them off after Haru’s fallen asleep.

“I think he’ll love them.” Izuku looks in the rearview mirror and can’t help but smile as he looks at their son. He really is the perfect mix of the two of them: messy blonde curls, red eyes and freckles that dance across his skin.

Their destination is only a short 30 minutes from their house, one they make every second and fourth weekend of the month, but it always flies by with his pup in the car. Maybe it’s because much like his dam, he rambles off a million things that cross his mind or questions he comes up with. Or maybe it’s from the memories he’s thrown into when his emerald green eyes meet the carmine red ones in the backseat.

The car is barely in park when he hears the pup trying to undo the car seat buckle. He’s starting to whine, crocodile tears in his eyes as he frantically kicks at the back of the passenger’s seat. It’s said that Haru gets his flair for dramatics from his dam. “Mama, want out!”

Izuku tries to unbuckle the three-year-old but ends up kicked in the arm before he lets out a deep breath. “Haru, stop.” The Omega’s voice is firm, but still tender as he releases lavender scented pheromones to calm him; Haru stops and wipes his eyes with his tiny fists.

Once the eager pup is free from the restraints, he tries to scramble out of the car. Izuku gives him a stern look before lifting him out of the car, telling him to wait there while he reaches across the seat to grab his bags.

“Papa! Papa!” The pup, clearly already having forgotten his dam’s instructions, races off when he sees spiky blonde hair walking toward the car. Haru lets out a high pitched squeal as his face is peppered with kisses, the pup lets out sweet peppermint pheromones uncontrollably. He’s only weeks shy of his fourth birthday which is going to be a big one for the pup. Not only will he (hopefully) manifest a quirk, but he’ll also present, though Izuku’s almost certain he’s an Omega.

“I missed you, buddy!” Katsuki presses his nose into the pup’s curls, taking in his scent. He just got back from an overseas mission that got extended by two weeks, meaning it’s the first time he’s seen his pup in a little over a month.

“Missed Mama too?” Blonde curls brush the bottom of Katsuki’s jaw as red doe-eyes look up at him innocently.

The Alpha is used to his son catching him off guard with various questions at any moment, but this leaves him frozen. Carmine eyes darts to Izuku who seems to be handling the question better than he is – but that’s nothing new. The Omega has always been the calm to his storm.

Of course he missed Izuku, misses him, present tense actually, but he can’t say that. Not aloud for little ears to hear and ask too many questions that he doesn’t have the answers to. He’s the one who agreed to the divorce after all.

The blonde Alpha watched the stress that being with a Top Three Pro Hero caused his Omega. Saw how the baseless rumors and tabloid articles chipped away at the embodiment of sunshine. He watched the love of his life turn into someone he didn’t know, didn’t recognize, and how he slowly withdrew into himself. So when the Omega asked to end things, asked for them to find a way to raise Haru together in a healthier environment, he signed the paperwork immediately.

“Mama missed Papa!”

It’s Izuku’s turn to panic, he glances between Haru and Katsuki, a soft smile on his lips. Yes, he does miss his – the Alpha; he was all of Izuku’s firsts and more after all. Divorce always makes a situation sound dirty, instantly filling the atmosphere with thoughts of infidelity, loss of love or maybe even hatred.

That isn’t the case for those two, no, they love each other as much as they did after Katsuki’s awkward high school confession at their graduation. They still love each other in the same tender way they had the first night they breathlessly said ‘I love you’ as they clung to each other under shared bed sheets.

But sometimes love isn’t enough, sometimes love can be suffocating or act more like a simple bandage on an opened wound. For the pair, the timing just isn’t working anymore, their polarizing lifestyles no longer blend together, but divide them like oil and water.

“Haru,” Izuku calls out, clearing his throat so the crack in his voice is masked. “Give Mama a kiss so you and Papa can go play.”

The pup starts to squirm in his sire’s arms to be let down and once he is, he rushes into Izuku’s legs. His Mama squats down, wrapping his arms around the young boy, scenting him which just causes Haru to whine that he’s too old to be scented like a “baby”. Izuku just giggles, sending him back to Katsuki.

The Omega hands Katsuki Haru’s overnight bag and tiny backpack, familiar fingers grazing each other during the exchange. Time stops, carmine eyes lock onto emerald ones, both filled with pleas to go back, back to when their pup was first born and Izuku caught Katsuki crying over how little his hands were. To go back to when Haru said his first words and when he started walking and the Alpha blew up the plastic truck the pup had tripped on.

For those few minutes, the three feel like a family again, not that either will say it aloud. Nor will they admit just how hard it is not to fall back into each other’s arms. Katsuki’s the first to break eye contact, he always does because if he doesn’t he won’t be able to let the Omega go again. He’d pull him tightly in his arms and take his family far away, to a place where they can just be Katsuki and Izuku, where all that matters is how much they love each other.

It had been wishful thinking on both their parts to think that the world outside of their family and friends would be so accepting of their relationship, of their dynamic. Society still holds a lot of prejudice to things they don’t understand like how some are quirkless and how quirkless genes mix with powerful quirks – so it comes to no surprise that their relationship is under scrutiny. Maybe in some alternative universe, some dimension where quirks aren’t a thing, things could be different.

“See you Sunday.” Izuku’s words pull the Alpha from his thoughts, a hint of longing tangled within them.

“Yeah. Sunday.” Reality crashes back into him as he swallows the lump in his throat, as he watches the greenette wave at him and their pup before leaving. Call him a cliche, but it never gets easier to watch a piece of his heart drive away.

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[jade-parcels]

Hi Hi, i love your writing so much...its so good and makes me feel fluffy inside🥺

So recently I've been having a big thing on Diluc being a dad of a red head daughter (it could be the reader) so could i wanna request a little story with how he'd be with a daughter from baby to about 4 years old? It can be headcannons or whatever you are comfy with...just really fluffy and cute u know?

Thanks in advance♥

I hope you don’t mind if the daughter is a baby here <3

She looks just like me...

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Diluc was aware that his daughter had red hair, she was born that way. She screamed her little head off, waving her small arms in the air as her mother held her for the first time. Diluc remembers leaning over her shoulder to look down at his newborn baby girl, unable to hold back his tears of joy any longer when he noticed the red fuzz on her head.

Ragnvindr genes are strong. Diluc, his father, his grandfather and so on all have red hair, it’s just the way their gene pool works. Their genes overpower everyone else’s, it doesn’t matter if the mother is blonde, blue haired, black haired, their babies always have red hair. It doesn’t matter, Diluc was still shocked to see his beautiful baby with such bright hair right after being born.

For the first two weeks after her birth, Diluc tended to keep his distance. He feared that the baby would hate him. He smelled like fire and smoke, his hands were sweaty and his hair was always frizzy. The last thing he wanted was to give his daughter a bad first impression of him.

But now, months later, he’s gotten used to her and she’s come to love him too. Of course, she still prefers her mother over him but she won’t burst into tears when he picks her up.

Now he’s alone with the baby for the afternoon while his darling wife is out with friends. She deserves to get out of the house! Diluc is more than happy to watch the baby for the day. He has the maids do the laundry, wash the sheets and start on dinner so by the time she gets back, everything will be perfect.

Diluc is snapped out of his train of thought as a chubby hand rests itself on his face. He smiles and presses a kiss to his daughters cheek, laughing as she giggles. He looks at her with love and adoration. She has her mother’s eyes and his head of frizzy, red hair. There are a couple of paintings of Diluc as a baby though they’re stored away now to make from for paintings of his family. He can’t believe how much she looks like him

“You’re going to grow up to be a strong young woman, I know it” he tells her, bouncing her up and down in his arms, turning to block the sunlight from her face “You’ll probably grow taller than your mother too...Then what will we do with you?” Diluc huffs a laugh, earning another giggle from the baby

“My father always said that to me, you know. ‘Son, one day you’ll outgrow your mother. Then what are we going to do?’ Heh...yeah, he would say that all the time. If he had been around a bit longer, he would have gotten to see me outgrow him too” talking about his father stung...But when he got to talk about the good times he had with him, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world

“Your grandpa would have loved you...He would have had fifty of paintings commissioned, tons of little dresses made for you, more than you’d ever be able to wear before outgrowing them” he ran his fingers through her fine, red hair. Her little hand came up to grasp his finger, pulling his hand down to try to bite his hand “Hey- no no don’t do that”

Diluc shifted her in his arms, crossing the room to head down the grand staircase and out to the vineyard. After a bit of walking, he found a nice spot in the grass for the two of them to sit together where they could watch the water

“I got to grow up here...I ran around here through the grape vines, I splashed in this river with my brother. I hope I can give you the best life I can...I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you are safe and loved” Of course his daughter doesn’t understand, she grins up at him and waves her little hands around. She’s so full of innocent joy. She loves the grass, the maids, the birds, the rain. Diluc will do everything he can to protect her, to let her have a joyful childhood.

Soon he will retire from his duties as the Dark Knight Hero. He’ll put away his claymore and become the businessman he was always destined to be. He’ll run the winery and the Angel’s Share without any funny business, no more hunting the Fatui or Abyss mages. He has a family now, he can’t afford to be reckless with his life anymore. He has to be here for all of these little milestones in his daughters life, to see her grow into a brilliant young woman

“I love you, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you” he promises, smiling down at her again. The touching moment is quickly ruined as she tries to eat a beetle from the grass “No! Give me that!”

[kenganenjoyer]

Hc for Raian with a fem s/o whos much smaller than him? Sfw/nsfw

Sure thing! The NSFW headcanons will be under the cut ^w^

Raian with a fem s/o who is much smaller than him SFW/NSFW Headcanons

SFW

Raian pokes fun at your height but honestly finds you so adorable. He doesn’t want to seem soft though which is why he resorts to affectionate teasing instead.

He purposefully leaves things on the highest shelf just so you’ll ask him to get it down for you. He’ll also rest his arm on your head sometimes when he’s teasing you.

Despite your size, you never let anything or anyone hold you back or determine what you can and cannot do and that mentality is a big part of what Raian loves about you.

He likes how he can just pick you up effortlessly and carry you around. Whether he carries you like a princess or a sack of potatoes depends on how he’s feeling.

“Do I even weigh anything to you?” “No. It's like holding a couple of grapes.”

Forget about him bending down to kiss you, he’ll just pick you up and give you a smooch before setting you back down.

The Kure clan is known for producing powerful fighters by selectively choosing strong partners with good genes so it comes as a surprise to some when they find Raian had chosen you despite your small stature. Of course Raian doesn’t care what anyone else has to say and he’ll be damned if he lets anyone speak ill of his partner, whether they be family or not.

Since you started dating you’ve more or less become part of the Kure family and that in and of itself comes with risks considering their background. The fact that you are so small only makes him want to protect you even more.

Even if you insist that you can handle yourself he’ll still take precautions like staying by your side whenever he can or having someone from the Kure family keep an eye on you when he can’t be there himself.

When he comes back from missions he runs up to you, picks you up, and spins around with you in his arms like those scenes in movies.

NSFW AHEAD!!

NSFW

He loves manhandling you in bed. He knows he should probably be a little more gentle but he just can’t help it.

Since you’re small all the bruises and bite marks he leaves on you seem bigger and it only turns him on even more.

Did you expect him to go easy on you? Just because you’re smaller?? Nope. If anything his desire to completely dominate you just kicks into overdrive.

He’d stare down at you with a smug ass grin on his face as you’re on your knees trying to fit his cock in your mouth, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you struggle to take him deeper down your throat.

Being small makes it much easier for him to move you around and try different positions while you’re have sex. You could be on your back and he would just flip you over or lift you up into a new pose all while he continues to pound you mercilessly.

He usually likes being on top of you but he does let you ride him just so he can watch you struggle to take his dick in all by yourself.

One of his favorite things to do is just grab your waist and slam your body onto his dick. The sounds and expressions you make when he takes control and practically uses you like a fleshlight turn him on more than he could ever say.

When he first noticed that your stomach bulges a bit when he slides his cock into you he fucking loses it. Now he won’t stop bragging about how no one else can fill you up like he can.

You may be small but he’s grabbing your ass like it's the only thing tethering him to this plane of existence.

Your body must be something special to be able to take a plowing from Raian on top of your size difference. If anything he finds it amazing how you manage to keep up with him and considers it another reason why you’re a perfect match for him.

[datawyrms]

snap

It is The Day I post my Invisobang fic! it was a wild ride to write everything and not post. This is actually the second fic I did, as the first fell into my pit of ‘i hate it now’ and will sit in limbo for the rest of eternity. I teamed up with Spirit ( @ghostportals ), who has done some accompanying art! That, and Red @redead-red saved my bacon by doing some betaing last moment, so tell em they’re great too. Hope you’re all enjoying the flood of finished fics and art this week! Only the first chapter is here, the rest is posted on my Ao3 and complete. hope you enjoy!

One careless fall changed Danny's life forever. He was kind of hoping one fall like that was enough for any lifetime. Clearly fate disagreed.

It's fine though! He's got this. He's fine. He can totally explain why he ran off with his own body to mom and dad.

The stairs had always been a little too steep, a titch too narrow, but he was used to them. Jazz worried too much- the whole Fenton family knew how to take them two steps at a time. He wasn’t going to admit she might have a point just because he’d slipped one time. He wished there was a railing to catch himself with- it would have spared him some of the pain of his head knocking on the stair.

It didn’t hurt that much. Plenty of ghosts hit harder, and far more frequently.

“Took a bit of a spill eh, Danno?”

Great, dad saw him slip like he was three again. He wanted to speak, wave his behemoth of a father off before he got tangled up in some long lecture about whatever they were working on down here. Just had to sit up.

He was a little stunned or something. All those late nights made his limbs rebel when he wanted them to hurry up. Come on, before he tries to help and accidentally shaves his hair off with some anti-ghost stepladder or something.

His arms stubbornly rejected his internal horror story. His attempt to say ‘I’m fine’ was more a gurgle than anything. Way to go, Fenton. Do everything to get dad to worry! Really using those genius genes. Jazz probably stole his anyway, or they got fried in the accident. Come on! A bit of self berating should have him sitting bolt upright by now. Maybe his arm twitched. He felt something move, anyway. More like a muscle spasm.

“Danny? You okay?” The large man came closer, his usual jog slowed.

Of course he’s fine. He could see dad, sort of. He totally moved his eyes to see him better, even. Stupid ghost powers were just acting up.  It’s okay,  just give me a second to stand up. You’re worrying over nothing.

 Jack had already made it over, crouching to get a better look at his fallen son. Like he was trying to look smaller or something with how carefully he was moving. Where was all that slow, ginger movement when he was driving? Or trying to tell them about some new invention that might burn off your eyebrows?

 I’m fine, dad. He couldn’t get the words to come out, but he was just fine. He really didn’t like the strange look on his father’s face. After all, ‘Jack Fenton doesn’t know the meaning of the word fear’ or whatever random thing he felt like shouting when chasing after entities from another dimension. Come on dad, stop looking like that. It was creeping him out. Moving should be easy, a snap, but part of him didn’t feel like doing it. Apparently an important part? He could visualize exactly what to do, but he wasn’t sitting up. He swore he could feel his muscles clenching but not finishing the movement. Maybe they were testing something down here that just made all the ectoplasm hiding inside him take a nap. His ectoplasm was so fired after this.

 “Can you look at me kiddo?”

 Coaxing him. This was weird. Why wasn’t he just hauling him off the floor and laughing about how clumsy he was at his age too? Looking at him was easy. Pretty hard to miss him, with all the bright orange.

 “Maddie? Can you come over here?” His question was strangely stilted, not much of a bellow.

 Dad was going to get the wrong idea because his body didn’t want to cooperate. Great. Fantastic. He could feel the warmth in his chest, the sign his heart was still going. He was just fine, just a bit inconvenienced at the moment. Why couldn’t dad just be  dad  and do something dumb like pick him up with one hand while sounding way too excited about some new tool that he built?

 “What’s wrong?” His mom said, her footsteps doing the same thing dad’s had. Speed that suddenly cut down to almost nothing. “Danny, did you hit your head?”

 “I think he might have, he’s not responding. I didn’t want to try to move him-“

 “You did great Jack, it’s okay.”

 Gross. He hoped they didn’t get caught up in one of their lovey dovey circles while he was stuck trying to get his stupid legs to remember how to do things. He was responding! He groaned, and he definitely twitched a bit. Weren’t they paying attention? He tried again, a bit more forcefully and ignoring the pang in his neck. More of a jolt from someone with too much static cling than actual pain, really.

 “Should I call 911? He isn’t moving! He just stayed there- didn’t even act all tough for his old man!”

 Jack was panicking.  Dad was panicking. Over nothing! Why wasn’t mom distracting him with fudge or some random study? No one was being normal today. Danny shuddered, he knew he did, it went with the pulse under his skin.

 “That’d be great sweetie, just stay close.”

 “In case you need my big strong arms to help carry him, right?”

 “Just in case.” She wasn’t wearing the hood of her jumpsuit, at least.

 It didn’t make it more comfortable when she crouched down, biting her lip and staring at him. Like this was concerning. It was the opposite of that, he was a klutz, a gangly teenager, it was normal for him to be a bit banged up. This shouldn’t concern her, or anyone. The only reason it bugged him was the not being able to move right now nonsense.

 “You aware in there sweetie?” she said, rather loudly and clapping near his ear.

  Yes I am, but I can’t tell you. Maybe he could focus on taking a breath and it would kick off whatever turned off his mind to body connection. Had he done anything strange before coming down here? Not really. He could absolutely feel her digging her nails into his earlobe though, ow! More motivation to move, but something wasn’t getting across. Maybe he was getting a bit freaked out about it too. Only because of his parents being weird. He was fine, he had to be fine. It was nothing, less than nothing.

 “I’m just going to make sure he’s still breathing Jack, do you have anyone on the line yet?”

 A loud response, but not to her question. “No it’s not a ghost emergency! It’s a human emergency!”

 Of course he was breathing. He couldn’t look that bad from such a small fall. Just breathe out the words ‘Hey mom, personal space’ and they’d laugh and it’d be nothing. All this fussing was making his skin crawl but of course he had to have ‘special ghost freezing up’. Was it his ice powers? Like he could get his powers being snarky like that, appreciated it in a twisted sort of way- but it would be better around people who wouldn’t assume the worst? Like anyone else. Even Dash.

 “Tell the operator he isn’t breathing.” Maddie’s voice was cold and controlled, even as she went back to biting her lip right after.

 He was totally breathing. He could feel the air that ran in and out of his lungs, the swell and fall that other ghosts knew as a weak point, a way to slow him down. He knew what being doubled over, air shoved right out of him from a harsh blow felt like, how it felt like the portal again. Throat twitching, body heaving and trying to regain what it lost. The darkness that bit at the edges of his vision as every nerve went screaming  You’re Dying . Hated that feeling, shook the ghosts who did that hard once they were in a thermos. This was nothing like that.

 “He isn’t breathing, you need to hurry! My wife knows CPR- just tell them to hurry this is my  son , please”

 Yelling to hide the quaver in his voice. Like a kicked puppy yelping. It sounded so wrong. This was going to be so awkward after. They’d just...pretend this never happened, right? That’d be for the best. No, he was going to get grounded forever for some ‘dumb prank’, since he was fine and worried them so much. Which didn’t seem too bad if it stopped all of...this.

 He moved a little. A toe, he was pretty sure. More notably was his mother, carefully getting him off the uneven stair to be flat on his back. Trying to keep his head from moving, and she couldn’t see he was looking at her? When she was this close? Too busy trying to be calm. Who could be busy enough to think he wasn’t breathing or tracking with his eyes? Another twitch, another inward curse that he couldn’t get back in control.

 “Just hold on, help is coming.” She said, but the half ghost couldn’t tell who she meant, exactly. Him, dad or herself? Either way the quiet remark did not prepare him for the sheer force slammed into his crest. Like she wanted to slam right through him! Was it so much to ask that his parents stop nearly killing him by trying to help? Just try moving again and everything will be fine.

 He couldn’t keep the mental mantra up when he heard- when he felt his ribs crack from the pointless force. She was killing him, he didn’t need help breathing, he had to get it through to them no matter how much his body buzzed and resisted his need to move. He had to focus and push through it, ignoring how cold and wrong it felt, how it seemed like he was squirming free of something that didn’t want him to go.

 Her bone crushing assault stopped once he got his arm up, not even needing to touch her before she froze. The fear was wrong, out of place so he redoubled his efforts, twisting and struggling against himself, the sticky mass that wasn’t letting him act or speak to calm them down.

 The phone hit the floor. He heard it. So why didn’t dad say anything? Danny twisted, wanting to make sure he was okay. Still stuck. At least he had a hand free and most of an arm, the edges of his fingers tracing the tiles of the floor. He could brace himself that way, pushing down hard to try and jar his shoulder loose. He could hear air moving, like a harsh breath out. Good- breathing was good. Even when it sounded so harsh and low. 

 “Jack- are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Maddie moved back, giving him the space he wanted ever since she’d cracked his ribs. They still stung under his skin, hissing at him to keep his parents away before he managed to get even more injuries over something so silly.

 “I’m not sure what we’re seeing.” The phone remained on the floor.

 That didn’t seem right. He’d sat up, mostly. Half sat up, propped up with an arm. Still mostly stuck and uncomfortable, the snapping and crackling sensation still clinging to his free shoulder. Really, he felt worse than how he started. at least there wasn’t pain in ‘hah my body is playing freeze tag without me’ land. The pulling sensation made his head ache and vision swim to the point he wasn’t actually sure if he was still looking at the ceiling or not. He couldn’t go back to just being frozen though, that’d suck. So just convince the rest of himself to get up. No problem!

Were lies in his head always this unconvincing? It felt like yanking himself free of a too sticky slime, strands clinging and tugging back until they finally snapped, parts still stuck but free of the main mass. At least ectoplasm had the decency not to stretch when you got drenched in it most of the time.  Come on, focus and keep it together.  He let out a wheeze as the last stubborn strands snapped, ignoring how loud it sounded to properly reorient himself.

 Sitting up, properly, good! Parents staring with weird, half horrified expressions: bad. Very, very bad. 

“I’m okay, I just fell.” Danny spoke, he could speak properly again. So why? “Sorry for scaring you guys?” He tried again, trying to ignore the first thought across his mind.

 They kept staring. Maddie seemed to be recovering, shoulders starting to relax, but she seemed to be reaching for her belt.

 He didn’t sound right. No, that wasn’t quite right, he just sounded wrong for Danny  Fenton. Who he should be right now, he hadn’t been able to talk, let alone go ghost. This probably looked really, really bad. How had he switched, anyway?

Mom was reaching for a gun, wasn’t she? Crud. Now he regretted talking at all, how was he going to explain why Danny Phantom was treating two ghost hunters like his parents? Or how he managed to look like their kid. Maybe he could change back and convince them they were seeing things?

Yeah no, that was way too dumb.

 “Wait.” Jack rested a hand on his wife’s shoulder, causing her to stop pulling the weapon. He wasn’t looking at the ghost at all, just her. Maddie remained stiff, not able to ignore the glowing kid on her floor.

 Okay...dad was usually the gung ho one. Maybe he could get away with this? Danny tried to get a better grip on the situation. Felt a new pain, sharp and cold in his throat. Deep green scars clashed against his white gloves and ran all across his jumpsuit,  glow intensifying as the panic choked him into silence. Fresh and angry like back- back before he managed to stumble out of the portal when he died when the accident happened.

With his human arms just as scared below them, still against the tile. The damage looked old, half scabbed over with only a dull glow deep in the death marks wounds. His arms attached to the rest of his body- that he was half out of. 

 Why? How was his body still and silent while he was sitting and looking at it. He’s cold. His body is cold. It isn’t  breathing  there isn’t some other facet of his personality sitting behind the dull blue eyes. This isn’t how it works! If he splits, it’s just temporary, he can fix it but his other half- corpse is wrong.

The pulling and clinging at his legs doesn’t feel like slime anymore. Rotting flesh that wants to drag him back, smother him in a cloying warmth that will only remind him why it burned, how it hurt. He had to move, he couldn’t stay half like this, it would get better once it wasn’t like this.

It didn’t want to let go as he tried to pull away, ectoplasm getting snagged on every nerve and muscle fiber, each pause a reminder of the shock and pain of his end that day.

He knew he screamed when he pulled free and slammed into the wall, furious green scars still marring his jumpsuit where there should be none.

 What would Mom and Dad think?

 No no no no no. He spotted movement from them and acted. He couldn’t let his mom break his body more, or look at it too closely. Dad couldn’t see what happened! This was fine, he could fix this!

 He grabbed his corpse and fled through the wall.

[welshponies]

Breeding is fun, until it isn’t

A blog post today! It’s been a while, isn’t it? I haven’t been very active recently besides reblogging here and there. Even my influential sires series has been neglected. 

The reason for that is well, it’s breeding season! My favourite season of the year, perhaps. 

Breeding season in The Netherlands is hectic. There are stallion inspections, stallion shows, mare inspections, foal inspections, and of course, foaling and inseminations. Every week there is some kind of event that has an impact on the breeding season of that year. 

The system of approval in Europe is a good invention if you ask me. It becomes a vicious cycle of sorts; with an approved stud your foal gets (better) papers, papers have meaning in turn. With papers having more meaning, people find them more important and it becomes less marketable to sell a horse without papers, in return making it less attractive for people to breed without papers and therefore studs contributing to ‘backyard breeding’ less desirable. In the end, far less horses are kept as studs without needing to be so: if your stallion isn’t good enough to be approved, the majority of people just geld them for ease of keeping. 

There are some downsides, of course. I don’t always fully agree with the reasons why a stud doesn’t get approved. If you look at the KFPS for example, their gene pool is limited and they often are quite picky over things such as small white markings. Those stallions often do also get gelded, which limits the genetic diversity possibly even more. 

So why are papered horses so important? It simply makes it easier to track the history of your horse. Backyard breeding still exists here, you can never really eliminate it. However, the amount of poorly bred horses without any medical background is really a lot less. Of most horses, their background is known and recorded, family lines are thoroughly picked through and it’s easier to match your mare to a fitting stud if this much information is available on both your mare and the stallion you want to use. 

To use an example in KWPN breeding: certain lines are known to pass on difficult personalities, such as Jazz, Gribaldi and more. You are aware of this when you have a mare out of these lines and the choice is up to you if you want to put another sensitive line on her or if you want to breed a more easy-going foal by matching her to a line that is known to pass on a good, workable character.

But besides character, I would say the main upside is simply just medical. Papers with a pedigree doesn’t necessarily make a horse better or worth more, but what it does do is give you a complete rundown of their medical history. If you notice a lot of horses having soundness issues from a certain line, it’s safe to say that this line is passing something on you want to stay clear from. In Friesians, this is perhaps the MOST important aspect of breeding. Given all the genetical issues they already struggle with, you want to be sure you’re trying your damnest to breed a healthy foal.

Our mare, as an example, has eczema. We manage to breed healthy foals out of her — DNA tests confirmed and everything — simply because my family only matches her with sire lines that show no sign of health issues frequently passed on. She is DNA tested and so is the sire we used.

But sadly though, this doesn’t always guarantee success. Like I said, breeding is fun until it isn’t. Our mare gave birth to a beautiful young colt a few weeks ago, perfect as he looked. An improvement on his full sister in personality, long legs and a strong body. It’s ecstatic.

However, that didn’t last very long. After not being able to poop at all, he was rushed to the nearest clinic. They were supposed to flush him and we’d have him back. That would unfortunately never happen. Despite being about a week past her due date, our sweet mare had given birth to an incomplete foal; his bowels found no connection to his anus, and therefore it would’ve been impossible for him to live. They did what was best for the colt and euthanised him that same day.

Now, we have a beautiful, lively Dutch Warmblood filly as an orphan by her side. She accepted her immediately. The orphan unfortunately lost her mother quickly after birth. In some ways, it feels like it was meant to be. She is black, just like our Friesian, with long legs and a sweet character. It’s still bittersweet, though, as at the end of the day she won’t stay with us. I’m not going to watch a sister of Syb grow up; I’m not going to be able to train her in the future. And ultimately, our Uk knew she lost a baby. He was euthanised by her side and she stood by him calmly until they removed him and introduced Pup. At the end of all this, we’ll have empty hands and a mare with one less baby.

It would’ve been so perfect. A full, healthy sibling to Syb. But it wasn’t supposed to be. And that’s where breeding can be tragically sad.