#the only animal i think wouldn't affect me in this way is horses. i absolutely LOVE them. but where im from the meat is part of the

[kazhetsya-vy1]

i am absolutely fascinated by hoof cleaning. i am STUCK watching the videos on it. its so interesting !! so many new words!!!

[taurielofmirkwood77777]

71. I already act like no one is judging me. Again, I have no sense of shame.

72. If I started over in the present, everything would be changed anyway. If I were to go back to the past to the day I was born and re-live my life in the same decades, I only have one regret, but it's a really long story. Out of context, I'd ask to get my chicken back before the owner of the house died and her animals were taken to a another city. I will not elaborate on that story here.

73. Save a life? What law? Would I do it publicly, or could I hide it? You have to be more specific.

74. Last September when I moved to Ireland.

75. My cat.

76. I don't have dreams. I just do stuff as the opportunity arises. I don't have an end goal.

77. A paleontologist.

78. For the last time, I don't. have. dreams.

79. Probably in class when I had a question and I thought I could find the answer myself. Happened a lot during my life, so I can't point to a specific moment.

80. The next three years will be in college and the two years after that I have no idea.

81. I'm not good at imagining what-ifs and all that. I'm sorry.

82. See answer 69.

83. First buy an apartment for myself, and save a part of it for the utility bills, because you never know. Second, pay my college fees. Third, take my cat to the vet and do all the tests for all diseases in existence to make sure she doesn't have any "invisible" illnesses. Fourth, buy myself a new bike. Fifth, start/donate to an animal rescue shelter.

84. Depends on the rules of time travelling. Does changing the past affect the present? If so, I'll travel to the future. If it doesn't, I'll travel to the past.

85. The fact that if I don't, I'll have to try again and I'm too lazy to do that.

86. None. My dreams are weird as shit. And I don't mean that as a "I dreamt a three headed dog riding a horse inside a hospital", I mean that as "I dreamt I was a policeman with an otter instead of a dog that sniffed out my real life friend's stack of marijuana hidden in a rotten log".

87. City. Access to food, clean water, clothes, cats etc.

88. No.

89. My primary school teacher. By being a good teacher, because at that age, I had no experience. Even though I had bad teachers in high school, I don't resent them, because I already had formed opinions about things and could distinguish right from wrong. And because I knew they were wrong, I was not affected by it. If I wouldn't have had such a good and kind teacher in primary school, I wouldn't have developed properly.

90. Nobody ever asked me this, I've never thought about this, even though I think about my childhood quite often. One thing I find absolutely hilarious, though, is that I told my middle school crush I liked him, and two years later when I discovered social media, I saw that everyone else was afraid/ashamed to do it and made me laugh my ass out. And to make it even funnier, the context for me was a summer camp in 7th grade and we had a party where all the boys had to dress up as girls and all the girls had to dress up as boys. I didn't have proper resources, so I "burrowed" white face powder from my roommate and spread it all over my face (make-up was not something common among middle schoolers back in my day). The guy used pink and blue powder in his hair, his make up was exaggerated on purpose, and after the whole party, I asked him if I could talk to him in private. Outside the building. In the rain. (I was wearing my pyjamas, by the way). So now, considering this insanely comical context in which I told my crush I liked him, I just cannot take anyone else seriously when they say they can't do it.

92. No clue.

93. That school manufactures robots, not people.

94. Our bodies decompose, and the nutrients are reabsorbed in the soil, giving trees and other plants resources to grow. Unless you're cremated. Then you just sit in an urn on someone's shelf.

95. Crimes.

96. Be invisible.

97. I don't fucking want children.

98. I don't know how, I only know the circumstance, and the circumstance was the middle school biology olympics.

99. Self-pity, because it's completely useless, it doesn't help me accomplish anything.

100. I just exist.

100 questions to invade my personal life

[lubdubsworld]

Blackberry Winters.

Part 1

Check part one for warnings 💔

Part 2.

Namjoon stared at his mother, her words registering but not quite sinking in. He blinked, a couple of times and swallowed dryly, trying to gather his wits that felt like they'd been scattered to the four winds. There was a dull ringing in his ear, a feeling of impending horror and he had to fight to bring himself back to the present.

"She is...?" He couldn't even say it. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realised the irony of it. It wasn't supposed to makes him feel that way. The reason he had taken her to bed was for this : a heir to take over the duties of the head alpha after him. And yet, he knew that he couldn't just ignore all the things that would come with having a pregnant mate. All the added responsibility.

At the heart of it , Namjoon was exhausted.

He had been trained for this position but it didn't make it any easier. His wolf yearned for solitude and serenity, peaceful quiet where he could contemplate life and all its mysteries but the duties and responsibilities kept piling up. He had no time to indulge in such whimsical fantasies. From daybreak to sundown, he drowned in problems that demanded solutions, issues that required his intervention and he was always giving so much of himself to so many.

It was as taking a toll.

And now here was the promise of another new soul. A pup. Fully dependant on him for survival. It was hard to be ecstatic.

" Why do you look so surprised? Have you not been sleeping with her?" She frowned, moving closer to the small wooden bench in the corner of the room. She sat down, primly adjusting the large swathes of her skirt. Even at her age, she was a beauty and despite being a widow, she was treated with great respect by all the wolves in the clan.

" I have... Of course...I just didn't expect her to ...so soon. " He muttered hesitantly. He made a quick calculation, Conceived at the end of autumn meant the child would be born at the end of summer. Rains and more rains. He would have to commission the weavers to make a lot of warm blankets and thick bedding for the babe. And make sure that all the birthing huts had their roofs mended. He felt an ache in his chest. He knew he had to have a heir. It was part of what he was responsible for. But he wasn't ready to be a father yet. Especially not with someone like her.

" You haven't been very subtle in your disdain for her, Joon. It makes me wonder of perhaps I have failed in teaching you the ways of a husband." His mother's sharp voice made him wince.

His parents had been deeply in love with each other. His mother had been an equal contributor in running the clan, his father's most trusted confidante. He couldn't imagine having something like that with the woman he had rather recklessly chained himself to for life. But he couldn't be openly defiant in front of his mother.

So he bowed.

" I've tried to talk to her mother. She looks at me like I'm some marauding villain."

Lady Kim scoffed.

" Because, for all she knows, you may as well be one. Think of who she is, how she was raised. Her mother died when she was eight and she has been keeping house for her father since then. It Is a miracle she knows how to read a few words and to write her own name. Old man Gong is unkind and cruel and I've only ever watched him treat her like an unruly dog that needed discipline and never like his own flesh and blood. She knows men to be cruel and powerful and capable of doing her great harm. Add to it your status as the head of the clan, of course she thinks you're dangerous. "

" am I to be blamed for her childhood now?"

" Don't be obtuse. That is not what I'm saying. I just want you to consider her upbringing, before you write her off as dramatic or hysterical. "

Namjoon sighed deeply.

" Alright, mother. I'll try to talk to her again. "

And he knew that he had to. If he wanted some semblance of peace in his life, he would have to make an effort with his wife.

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Jiah sat by the haybale near the barn, cross-legged on the dirty floor as she watched Misu and Loshim, two of the stable boys tend to the horses. She stared at the careful way they brushed the large beasts, their tone gentle and soothing as they murmured reassurance to the agitated animals. She found it fascinating, how even an animal that powerful could feel fear and anxiety. It made her feel better about her own shortcomings.

From a very young age, she had known of her flaws. She was jittery, prone to cold sweats and breathing problems, easily frightened and absolutely terrified of confrontation of any kind. Her parents had been, to put it lightly, unkind. They had seen her as a burden, as something broken and useless and cumbersome and that had done nothing for her self esteem.

To make matters worse, they didn't let her attend lessons with the other omega girls, her education limited to scribbled writing on granite with chalk when her father was feeling bored or charitable. She could read a few words with difficulty . Could write her name out if you gave her some time and patience.

At first, her ignorance had been embarassing but over time she realised her education wouldn't serve her much purpose.

She thought of herself as something temporary and fleeting. Not meant to leave any lasting impression on the world. So it was alright if she didn't know what every other girl her age did. She was going to live and die in that hut near the boundary walls..... She would have no use for fancy words or exotic dances.

Or so she hd always believed.

So when the head alpha had asked for her hand in marriage, she had nearly passed out from her heart giving out.

Namjoon was seven years older, almost thirty winters old and she had only ever caught glimpses of him when he came to check on her father's watchpost occasionally. He was a tall man, strapping and intimidating with dragon eyes that glowed red. And one evening he had stopped by her side when she had been tending the beets and potatoes in the small vegetable garden out back.

He had stared at her for a few long minutes while she had sweated in nervousness and then he had promptly asked for her father. When the man had Stepped in and told her father that he was looking to make her his bride, the old man had been jubilant while Jiah had been confounded.

She hadn't wanted to say yes but she had been too much of a coward to say no. Besides, she didn't know if saying no would have any repurcussions....she didn't want to risk offending the literal head of the entire clan. What if they banished her? What would become of her then?

And so she had said yes. And here she was.

Mated to the man for life, her wolf connected to his and his mark on her neck and now....his child in her womb.

She felt the familiar stirring of panic, digging her nails into her palm to ground herself .

Jiah had long come to terms with the fact that her mind was not her friend. It sometimes tried to attack her , tried to make her feel irrational things. It convinced her that she was a bother, that she was useless, that she was a burden. It also tried to tell her that she was in danger, that she had to run and avoid and get away, even when she was perfectly safe.

When she had first come here as the head Alphas new wife, her brain had wrecked havoc on her senses. Had made her feel like a hunted animal, always cowering and hiding and trying to disappear . Namjoon had tried to be friendly, tried to be courteous and all she had done was hide and recoil, skin ice cold and words practically non existent. She hadn't said a word to him those first few days and even the bedding had been a nightmare, her entire body stiff as a board and she knew that he had probably felt like he was making love to a corpse.

She regretted it. Deeply. But there was not much she could do about it now. Besides she wasn't sure she even wanted to. It was obvious her husband's affections lay elsewhere. She had seen the way he looked at that courtesan. Had seen him sneak out for walks with her, had seen them huddled together in the room with all the scrolls and leather bound books.

Jisoo was a beautiful omega, well read and trained in musical arts. She played the gayageum and the flute, knew how to entertain guests with a perfect ceremonial dance and she was always at the helm of every festivity, dressed in vibrant fabrics and full of life.

She was also madly in love with Namjoon.

Jiah sighed, watching the horses paw at the dirty stable floor. She wanted to get to know her husband, yes. But she knew that even if she did, he would only find her wanting and inadequate in all ways.

And that was just not acceptable .

She maybe self aware when it came to her short comings but she also had her pride.

She would rather live like this. Tucked away like an embarassment, hidden like a dirty secret because then there would be no piercing gaze weighing her against her peers and declaring her broken.

Yes.

Pregnant or not, she wanted nothing to do with her husband.

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" Are you feeling well now?" Namjoon's voice startled her, eyes going wide as she looked around the resting quarters , gaze finally falling on the man standing near the large table on the side. Namjoon was bent over the rough oak surface , papers spread out in front of him, an oil lamp burning bright nearby, casting a sepia shadow on the man himself and she hesitated, debating the pros and cons of excusing herself to go see his mother instead. Maybe claiming a headache?

In the end she did neither, resolving to at least make an effort with this.

" I'm well, alpha. " She swallowed the lump in her throat. " I'm sorry for inconveniencing you. "

He straightened, turning around to look at her finally.

" Do you wish to move into another room?" He said briskly and she startled.

" Another room?"

" Now that you are with pup, there's no reason for us to keep sleeping together. I prefer having my own space. "

Jiah felt the blood rush through her ears. This shouldn't hurt but it did and she could feel the self loathing flood her senses. She stared down at herself, the lack of beauty and the utter lack of any kind of elegant upbringing. Of course he didn't want to stay with her any longer. What had she been thinking , agreeing to this farce of a mating?

" I... Alright. "

Namjoon turned away from her.

" Good. I've already arranged for all your things to be moved to the west wing , next to the gardens."

Far away from his rooms, Jiah thought bitterly. The sudden realization that Namjoon had been looking for some sort of brood mare and not a mate hit her . And it suddenly made sense that he hd picked her.

Someone easy to boss around.

Someone who wouldn't demand anything from him, loyalty or affection or attention .

And it irked her for some reason.

Why did he get to treat her that way? Why must she put up with it?

But she stayed quiet because she wasn't sure what to say.

" You can leave now, Jiah. " He said dismissively and she hesitated before stepping out of the room.

And she wondered if with her departure, someone else would be taking her place in his bed.

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Authors Note : would you guys like first person narrative or should I continue in third person? 👀

[stanzoeywade]

Queen B Mamma Mia!AU pt.3

Summary: This chapter will be about Poppy and MC, with Poppy having the role of Sam from Mamma Mia. After this I will be writing the endings, where I will write about MC’s future with Chloe, Veronica and Poppy. Trying to give all the stans what they want. Hopefully, I nailed Poppy’s character. Please tell me what you thought.

Taglist: @somewillwin @belvoiresqueenbee @origmansello @clownery-is-a-new-personality @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @poppysimp @minsinclair-lee @poppysmc @iiizdumb @uselesslesbianfr @scattered-to-the-winds @idiot-justidiot @toyhenoctus @begoniathotia @otakufangirl-12 @malvinghlein @ariaminsinclair @queenpoppyminsinclair @lavenderrtown

Warnings: smut, nsfw (not safe for clowns)

Play I HAVE A DREAM.

•You were making your way around the island after being dropped off by Veronica, and as you were exploring the many sights to be seen, a small little house catches your attention. You make your way towards it and enter, the place may look run down and old but you can already imagine how it would look if a little bit of TLC was used to build it up again.

• You can already imagine it as a popular hotel for people to visit, boosting the popularity of the island and hopefully increasing the economy for the people who lived there.

• There was a staircase and out of curiosity, you decide to go up and explore upstairs, it was dusty. The house clearly hasn't been used or cleaned for years. In all your excitement, you slide down the staircase which causes it to fall. Letting an awkward giggle you run away, hoping no one heard you.

• As you were making your way towards a small barn, the rain starts to pour and you can't help but think about what Veronica said. "A storm is coming." You just laugh in delight, as you run in the rain. You reach the stables and the building begins to creak and you're about to make your way out until you hear the sound of an animal in panic.

• You go in to see a panicking horse and seeing that you wouldn't be able to calm it down by yourself, you quickly reassure the horse that you'll be back with help. "I'll be back, I'm just coming to get someone to help, stay there okay."

• You quickly run outside, desperately hoping for anyone to pass by in the storm. You yell out desperately "I NEED HELP, ANYONE!", hoping to attract anyone's attention.

• You hear the sound of a motorbike, and a blonde woman stops in front of you. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she says and you're immediately awed by her beauty, even with her hair a mess from the rain and her clothes dripping, she still manages to look gorgeous. Her brown eyes glimmer in anticipation, as if eager to help.

• You quickly explain that you need her help to take care of the horse, she immediately follows you inside the stables, and the two of you carefully approach the horse, making sure not to startle it.

• "Well this is gonna be easy, I'm a veterinarian." she says and you're immediately relieved as you ask "Really?" She just looks at you with a wry smile and as she says "No, I'm not, I'm an architect." You just shake your head and say "Okay, just talk to horse gently, to make them feel at ease." She gives you an affirmative nod as she gently calms the horse down. "This would be easier if I was calm" she says.

• You take the reins off and immediately open the gate to let the horse out from the shaky building. You can't help the relieved sigh that comes out as you get out safely. You look at the stranger and say "Thanks, also it's nice to meet you. I'm Rosie Hughes by the way."

• She looks at you as she flashes you a charming smile "Poppy Min-Sinclair, the pleasure is mine Miss Hughes." The two of you smile at each other, and you suggest that you find a place for the horse to stay.

• The two of you decide to tour around the island together, and you both make your way to market, and you're looking for new clothes. Poppy makes conversation by asking "What brings you here?" and you just shoot her a smile as you say "I don't know, I just wanted to explore the world and this place is absolutely beautiful. Plus I wanted to piss off my mother, she's always touring." Poppy looks at you with something akin to understanding as she says "Your mother sings?" You nod at her. "Yes, with a voice as sweet as sugarcane."

• She sees a dress and is about to tell you "This will suit -" she's cut off as you appear in front of her wearing overalls. You laugh at her as you say "You really, don't know me at all."

• The two of you head down to a local pub, and you're immediately entertained by the band that is playing. "I absolutely, love this place, oh my God." you say as Poppy just gives you a questioning look that says "Are you serious?!"

• The two of you start to talk and you talk about your personal lives and Poppy asks "Your mother wouldn't miss you?" You just look and smile at her. The smile not quite reaching your eyes as you say "She's not that kind of mother." Poppy looks apologetic and she's about to apologise when you cut her off. "Don't be sorry, it's okay I'm not angry at her, it's not a sob story."

• Poppy tells you that her whole life has been planned for her. "I'm only here because I wanted to get away and finally achieve freedom. I'm not going to be able to stay forever, but hopefully, I find something to make me stay."

• Poppy hesitates and looks like she's about to say something important but you were already distracted by the band finishing their song. "That was amazing! I loved it!" you turn to the bar and speak to the lady. "Are you the owner?" she just points forward as she says "My son the owner, because no one else let his band play."

• The owner approaches you and says "Thank you, how do you like the island?" You practically vibrate with excitement and Poppy can't help but think that you're cute. "I love it here, it's very relaxing. I also love your band, you guys are amazing. I would love to sing with you guys and my friends from home." He looks at you as he says "You sing?"

• You're about to shyly deny, until Poppy interjects and says "Yes she sings, sweet as sugarcane." The man looks at you expectantly as he hands you the microphone. "Sing." he says and you're flabbergasted "Just like that? I need time to prepare." He just replies with "Here on island, everything just like that."

Play Andante Andante.

• As soon as you get up on the stage, your voice starts to fill the room, and Poppy's eyes are drawn to you. The whole pub becomes more lively as people start to sing along with you, and you're happy because you love singing. After, he says "You're hired!" as everyone claps.

• After that day, you and Poppy get a little bit closer, the two of you got out for long walks basking in the moonlight, where you both have your first kiss. The funny thing is that your first kiss was also in front of where you met.

• The two of you decide to go on a date, Poppy rowing, and you're off to go to on a picnic. For someone so small, Poppy can be strong. "I don't think you know what you're doing Pop." Poppy just laughs at you as she says "I'm hoping that if I keep rowing forward we'll bump into land. There's another island over there, I was hoping we might go for a picnic." You look at her, curious "Where are we going to get the food?" and she just says "I was hoping we can catch it on the way."

• Your expression turns serious, and you struggle to form the words until a sudden burst of courage overtakes you. You clear your throat. "Uh, we should probably talk about last night. I don't usually do that, I mean hardly ever. Well, sometimes. A bit recently in fact. But, on the whole, not." Poppy looks at you, clearly amused by your sudden shyness. "I thought it was miraculous." she says with a gentle smile.

• You bite your bottom lip shyly as you say "Um, I'm gonna say something, and you're probably going to think that I'm crazy but you should shut up as I'm saying it." Poppy tries to cut you off but you just keep going "I want to stay here, and I think you should too. I think we should choose to do something radical, wonderful, and amazing. To live in this extraordinary place with someone miraculous."

• Poppy looks at you entranced and you notice the way she was staring. You shake your head slightly as you say "I told you, you'd think it was crazy." Poppy makes eye contact, sadness hidden in those brown eyes "I just don't think it's that simple. Nothing usually is."

• "Everything is. When you break it down." you say voice unwavering, and Poppy looks away and it's clear that she's thinking. She chuckles as she says "I don't think it's crazy."

• Poppy starts to take photos of you, and she knows that she's become smitten in the short time you've spent together. The way the two of you look at each other with such affection in your eyes makes it obvious that you adore each other.

Play THE NAME OF THE GAME.

NSFW UNDER CUT

• Whilst Chloe was soft and sweet, Veronica passionate. Poppy was everything you wanted, the two of you knew exactly what the other needed and it was addicting. She was like a drug you can't quit or get enough of.

• The two of you spent the night together. For someone who looks as elegant and proper as Poppy, you're surprised to know that she can be quite the little minx in bed.

• It starts off with a bang, both of you can feel electricity with each kiss, neither of you know who kissed who first. The kisses start off slow and gentle as if you're just getting used to each other. Your hands find their way to the small of her back, and you start to circle your thumb against her.

• Poppy's moans into the kiss, and you're left wanting more because Poppy sounds so good. Her hands start to wander, and she reaches your lower back, which she gives a firm squeeze and you can't help the groan that escapes your lips. Poppy looks at you with half-lidded eyes and pupils blown as she starts to strip you until all that's left is your underwear.

• She deftly moves a hand to cup your breast, whilst the other unhooks your bra. Her mouth trails down from your jaw to your breasts where she nips and sucks at every patch of skin she can reach. You both stumble into bed, and Poppy's mouth finds your nipple, which she gently starts to tease with her tongue.

• The sounds that come out of your mouth is pure sin, a mixture of muffled moans and screams as you cover your mouth with the back of your hand. Poppy notices and she's quick to take your hand away. "I want to hear every noise you make. Don't be shy." she says huskily and it sends a wave of arousal down your inner thighs. This causes you to rub your thighs together. Poppy notices the moist fabric, and her fingers trail down to touch the strap of your underwear. You're already left whining at the contact because you want her to touch lower.

• "What is it that you want Rosie? Do you want me to touch lower?" she says voice dropping an octave. You're whining mess underneath her, and you know there's no point in playing hard to get so you just nod your head so fast it could have caused a normal person whiplash.

• Poppy moves her hands lower, and she removes your underwear. Her fingers find your clit and she presses the pad of her fingers on it. Desperate for any kind of friction your hips grind against her. Poppy holds your hips down as she makes a displeased noise. "Tsk tsk, Hughes, I'm in charge, you're only allowed to moved when I tell you to." Your head is spinning and you're, really desperate but you follow her wishes.

• Poppy starts off by teasing you, slowly tracing her fingers on your pussy, and as she feels how wet you are, she lets out a satisfied groan."You're so wet for me, how much did you want to do this?" she says as she slowly starts to insert her index and middle finger into your core.

• A sob escapes your lips and you have to bite your lips to stop moving against her finger. Poppy notices how needy you look and she says "What do you want me to do? Tell me clearly." Your voice sounds shaky as you stutter out the words she wants to hear "Poppy, please I need you to move your fingers, I'm begging you please."

• Poppy's eyes light up as she hears you beg, suddenly she leans forward to kiss your neck. "Anything my baby asks for she gets." She starts to thrust her fingers in and out at a steady pace, she can see your face contorted into a look of pleasure. "Does that feel good?" she asks and your answer is only to pull her in her closer. She gives you a noise of approval as she works you up faster. When you're close Poppy stops and you whine.

• She looks down at you and says "Grind" and you follow. You start to grind on her fingers as she thrusts it inside you. You can feel your muscles go taut, and your vision begins to turn white. Your body starts to spasm, as you reach your climax, letting out a scream as you do so, only to be muffled by Poppy kissing you.

• Poppy looks satisfied until she sees the troubled look on your face. "What's wrong? Did that not feel good?" she asks, worried. You just shake your head at her. "I want to make you cum too." Poppy flushes and she's about to deny you until she feels you tugging on her arm. "Sit on my face, princess."

• Poppy's whole body turns red and you laugh as she settles herself down on your face. "This is gonna be fun" you say as you lap at Poppy's cunt, eyes rolling back at the taste. Poppy's hands make their way to your hair where she tugs. "Fuck you taste so good Poppy. I could get addicted." you say as you let Poppy grind her hips against your mouth. You tease her entrance and flick her clit with tongue. The noises that escape Poppy are intoxicating, you don't think any song can compare." You can tell Poppy's about to cum when you hear her ragged breathing and her hips jerking faster.

• Poppy climaxes with a loud moan, so much so you're pretty sure everyone in the vicinity heard you. Poppy falls forward and has to put her hand against the wall to keep herself from falling. You catch all of her cum with your tongue, and it tastes uniquely of Poppy and you know its something you can't forget.

• Poppy gets off you and as she lies down on the bed, you can see her chest heaving and Poppy gasping for air. The two of you share a fond look, as you both bask in the afterglow. After a few minutes, Poppy drifts off to sleep and you know that you're falling for her really hard.

Play KNOWING ME KNOWING YOU.

• The next day, as you make your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast a journal catches your attention. Curious, you open it to see a photo of Poppy with a man and a ring on her finger. Anger and rage fill you as you wake Poppy up to confront her.

• Poppy wakes up with a jolt. "When were you going to tell me that you were engaged?!" you yell angry tears falling from your eyes. Poppy looks at you and say "I can explain, please let me talk." You look at her, silent fury visible in your eyes. "Yeah you can talk, I have three questions for you and you're going to answer them for me" you say as calmly as you can.

• "Are you engaged to that wonderful man?" and she replies with "Yes." voice shaky as if she's scared to lose you. "And did you tell me about it?" you ask. She shakes her head at you "No" and you just throw your hands in surrender as you say "And did you seriously think that I was going to forgive you?" you say as you turn away from her. "Wait, please I can explain!" she pleads and you're done "No more talking, go!"

• Poppy packs her things as she gets ready to leave the island. She sees you as leaves, your figure fading in the distance, and she knows she blew it. She doesn't think that she can love someone else the way she loved you.

[linaselandbasil]

About their silver hair. :)

As I've said before, light colored hair is recessive, but I did also say that it technically could be a dominant trait if twist my words like a lawyer. I'm kind of being a devils advocate, ain't that right bee?

So, lets look at todays first theory.

They're siamese dragons!

Siamese cats are characterized by their uique fur coats. They have an all white or all beige coat with darker fur on their paws, ears, nose and tail. That is because the kind of melanin that gives them their colour has a lower heat resistance than that of other cats. Melanin is a protein, and all proteins are extremely fragile, which is why a fever can kill you. It's literally denaturing the cells in your body.

(That is a photo of a siamese cat with green eyes, proving that this mutation doesn't make it impossible for Valkyon to keep his amber eyes. I didn't dive deep enough to find out if their skin also has the same coloration so I'll leave it at that.)

This trait is recessive, so it would make sense if it didn't affect Tia.

This would mean that their father and them would gradually turn more and more brown if they went north, because the surface of their bodies would be colder. The only problem with this is that it would highly unlikely to naturally occur, since being tan in cold and being pale in warmth is not practical. Siamese cats got like that because humans collectively agreed that inbreeding is okay as long as the animals look cute. And they don't! Have you seen bulldogs? Wha tha faaaaa-

I don't think accusing dragons of inbreeding is that far fetched, since they're large bodied apex predators. It makes sense that there wouldn't be that many of them, so a little Spartan mingle might be necessary to keep the torch lit.

(spartan mingle=fucking your cousin)

Linked Traits

Perhaps their silver hair is a linked trait, and they have it because it was linked to height. Tia remarked how tall they were, so I assume she isn't, and that's why she isn't silver.

Linked traits are only inherited together. Example: big horses have hairy legs because the gene that increases bone density is linked with the gene that increases leg hair length. (I yearn to draw Lance in apple bottom jeans. Boots with the fur. Whole guard is looking at her)

Wow this was a short one. Very out of character of me, I must apologize.

Dimorphism (bleh)

Dimorphism refers to when a species has males and females that look different from each other. I would prefer to keep my beloved dragons out of this whole gender bullshit, but beemoov has proven to be disappointingly heteronormative, so they absolutely would do this shit to my babies.

As I've said, Tia remarked that they're so tall, which might mean that female dragons are smaller or that her phenotype is smaller than that of Khanirs. I'm of the opinion that dragns are similar enough to birds of prey that the female should be bigger. Laying eggs is easier that way, and males are kind of just sidepieces evolutionarily, it would be a waste of resources to make them even bigger.

So, this can cause their silver hair by that trait being likned to the y chromosome. Therefore only their father can pass it on and it has a 100% chance of affecting all male offspring. In humans, hairy ears are like this. A father with hairy ears will only have male offsprings that also have hairy ears and if he has any daughters they won't be carriers.

Uhhh... Birb?

I love mockingbirds. They're so pretty. This is a mockingbird dragon. Enjoy.

So like, still on the topic of dimorphism, birds are often very dimorphic, so maybe Tia has camouflage colors and our hot sexy dragon bfs have mate attracting fancy-ancy colors.... It worked though.... I'm very attracted. Oops.

I'd be a good lawyer.....

THATS IT FOR TODAAAAY AAAAAAAAAAAA-

@lumen-anima @aide-falls look, I scienced once again! You can tell that I'm out of my field at this point, I had to do additional research. Because I didn't know everything already

Genetic analysis and man of science mumbo jumbo about Lance and Valkyon

Yes, this is still part 2.

Here are the previous installments and the rant about Huang Hua.

Let's talk about those pretty eyes of theirs!

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(For your information, there is already something called amber eyes in humans and it's not like Valkyons. It's more of a warm brown. When I'm referring to amber eyes I don't mean that, but I also kind of do. The same pigment can be used to make both eye colors.)

(Also, when I say dominant, I mean it very loosely because every trait you can think of is codominant and it's never that simple)

(Also also have a look at thissss.)

So, I've said before that I think that amber eyes are dominant over blue eyes because if Tia is a homozygote with recessive phenotype and has a son with a recessive phenotype with a father who has a dominant phenotype, that means the father is heterozygote. So he had a recessive blue eye allele and a dominant amber eye allele. (Furthermore, humans can actually have amber colored eyes.)

My parents both have blue eyes and they had me with green eyes. Green eyes can be passed on, but more often they're the result of genetic mutation, like in my case. Green eyes occur when someone has recessive blue eyes but a kind of melanin gets made in small quantities that is amber colored. The blue of the iris and amber pigment at the back of the eye mix together to make green, and that is why I'm so frikin full of myself! I love green it's my favorite color!

However, Valkyons eyes are not green, so he can't have the recessive blue eye trait. He would need to have grey eyes without the melanin. I don't know what exactly the difference between grey and blue eyes is but I googled it and here is the results:

Moreover, amber and blue are literally opposites of each other, which i assume is a metaphor for the brothers being polar opposites. Ugh, if Lance was crazy this whole time I'm pretty sure his only living family would have noticed. Unless this drastic personality change is due to trauma he's experienced after 'dieing' anyway, I assume that this might mean that it's impossible or just highly unlikely that Lance could have blue eyes. Since they both have the same combination of their fathers only recessive grey eye gene and either one of their mothers blue eye gene. Unless, of course blue eyes are dominant over grey eyes, but they're literally the same exact melanin deficiency so it's like putting two turtles in a cage and waiting for them to fight. It's not gonna happen, they're going to chill.

Anyways, I think Lance would look beautiful with grey eyes, but I probably think that because I simply dislike the color blue.

-Lance with grey eyes-

So, if Tia is carrying two recessive blue eye alleles and Khanir is carrying a recessive grey eye allele and a dominant amber eye allele then their kids would have basically no chance at having amber eyes. Most likely 3 out of 4 kids would have grayish blue eyes and 1 out of 4 would have most likely green, perhaps amber eyes.

If blue IS dominant over grey then Tia could have one grey eye allele too and their kids would have an equal chance of having blue, green, amber or grey eyes.

This option allows us to both keep Lance and Valkyon the same, so I'll choose this. But you did see how hard I had to bend my back to come to this conclusion, didn't you?

Okay, that's about eyes. Let's talk about Khanir.

Many of you may know that I'm not only a man of regular science, but also of *speculatory* science. This post should give a good example.

Anyway, what I would like to talk about today is Khanirs genome. (Im not a eugenecist we're talking about literal dragons aight?) He is obviously adapted to enduring cold environments with little sunlight. He's generally big and he has pale skin. Truly a northern man.

I would like to propose that his amber eyes are simmilar to that of Caribou deer. Caribou deer are adapted to survive long, dark arctic winters and slightly less cold summers. When there's sunlight, their eyes appear amber colored, when it's dark for a long time, their eyes turn blue. That's because their eyes change to allow more light to enter and I'm not going to pretend like I completely understand this, this is some insane science shit and I just love nature and animals aaaaaa. Anyway, that would mean that if you put Valkyon in a dark room for a few days, his eyes would adapt and turn blue as well. Nature is awesome.

The silver hair is something I've been thinking about for a lot longer because I've known about the anamoly that's the colour grey for as long as I've used paint. Grey is not a colour, it's all the colors at the same time.

Let me drop my first tidbit of information: Polar bear fur.

Trust me, polar bears are not white. They just pretend to be so the police won't shoot them. (White pigmentation cannot exist, for the record, white is the absence of color)

So I theorize that Khanir is not of a race that needs to be as pale as possible to allow for vitamin D synthesis, but he's suffering from partial albinism that causes melanin production in his skin to get yeeted out of existence (this is a mutation that creates decreased function, so it's recessive). In the arctic, it might be really cold, but the sun is still radioactive and the snow only makes it worse. He needs to have melanin in his skin to avoid sunburn.

That would mean that if Tia is also carrying this genetic defect, 25% of their offspring would be affected by it. If Tia isn't carrying it, then none of their offspring would be affected.

Grey? Grey.

Okay I don't know how to lead into this paragraph, but let's talk about the genetics of this.

Light hair is a recessive trait because it causes decreased function. Grey hair is also a decreased function because the melanin production is blocked. If the grey hair gene isn't influencing the melanin itself by decreasing it, but increasing something else that decreases melanin in the hair, then technically it could be a dominant allele and that gives their offspring a 50-100% chance of having silver hair! *high five*

This way if Tia gives them genes that increase melanin production, that would only influence their skin and eyes, since the melanin in their hair is blocked by some other thing.

(Fuck I'm playing into beemoovs hands at this point. GIVE ME WELL DESIGNED BLACK CHARACTERS OR I SWEAR I'LL DISPROVE ALL MY STATEMENTS AND YOU'LL BE BACK IN NECK DEEP SHIT!!)

So, now that we've conducted so much speculatory research, let's summarize:

Khanir is suffering from partial albinism and his offspring might be carriers

Fire dragons are supposed to be tan

A dragon without melanin is grey because of refraction.

Green eye supremacy

Silver hair COULD be a dominant trait

Valkyons eyes could turn blue but Lance's eyes will never be amber.

The brothers should probably be darker skinned, if my first point is true and in general because they're so whitewashed I didn't even know they weren't supposed to be white.

Also look at these pictures of polar bears I found:

I know I'm weird for liking gore but like.... The drama! It's so dramatic! How am I supposed to be gay and chill out at the same time?

@aide-falls @lumen-anima 😘