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theinnerunderrain · 2 years

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Hewo!!! Can I have some childe x fem reader married life headcanons- I need to fulfill my fantasies-

Marriage [Yan!Childe x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, infantilization, implied misogyny, mentions of sexual acts, marriage, manipulation.

Word count: 900+

Note: hi!! thank you for the request.

Despite being a reasonably strong warrior and a complicated individual overall, Childe would certainly make a great spouse and father given his desire to establish a family.

He is the kind of spouse who would assist you in trimming your fingernails while he rants about the potential appearance of your future children, giggling at the thought of trying to give the child a name from the combination of both of your names—which is obviously not going to work. He would certainly contemplated over your bloated stomach and visualize how supple your tits will be during the process of lactation.

"Would you rather the child have my hair or yours? I've heard that red hair is a recessive gene, so maybe the child will have yours? However, I wouldn't mind as long as the child is born looking exactly as lovely as you….which I am confident they will!"

Even if he has a hectic schedule, he would find a way to take a few days off and spend quality time with you, accompanying you everywhere you want to go. Even if you want to stay in and cuddle, he's fine with that. He might even read to you if you specifically request him to (well, he's probably good at reading considering he had to read for his siblings too). He is the type to cook for you as well since he is an excellent chef, but he wouldn't object if you cooked instead even if your abilities weren't as good as his.

It's cute watching you struggle, as you try to cook something, squealing at the way the hot oil would accidentally burst against your skin.

Even if it is utterly poisonous, he would nevertheless consume anything you provide but he's sure that the both of you are pass that stage.

Childe is absolutely the sort to lavish you with gifts, but not in the same manner as Pantalone does by using them as a negotiating chip to control you or further his own interests. The man actually enjoys giving you the most magnificent gifts; he always buys the things you might want but you're too bashful to ask for. He would still believe you are the most beautiful woman in the world regardless if you were dressed in the filthiest rag. But he wants you to be at ease, so buying the most luxurious silk and outfits is just his way of expressing his love language.

How nice of him, isn't that right?

Perhaps, though, he's also trying to gauge at how selfless you are. He understands that it's not a big deal given how modest and selfless you normally are, but every now and again he wishes you would demand more and behave more like a brat. Again, given that you were much more brattish when he first met you, perhaps it's just a shift in personality.

Childe can be fairly demanding when it comes to the sexual aspects of your marriage. While he won't directly demand you to do anything, he won't think twice about gaslighting to persuade you to carry out your responsibilities as a "wife." Basically making every justification under the sun, lamenting what a long day he had, and how he toiled so hard for you but you can't even suck him off?

"C'mon princess, I had such a long day. I would feel better if you…help me out a bit, please?"

How could you expect him to resist savouring his lovely wife, truly? He would almost fuck you every day if he could, making sure that you would cry and beg him to stuff his cock up your cute little hole. Don't be shocked if, while you're cooking, his hands accidentally slide down your hips to your ass. You have to consider that he's still a young man with a fairly strong pent-up sexual frustrations. Or perhaps you shouldn't be too startled if his fingers unintentionally brush up against your nipples while you're cuddling—you can't expect him to be sensitive when you're essentially wriggling in his lap, can you?

Don't worry; just anticipate your sexual life to be absolutely exhilarating and pleasurable (and be prepared to get fucked in unusual places). Childe values your enjoyment just as much! If he is incapable of even making his wife cum, what kind of a husband is he?

Surely not a worthy one.

Returning to more subdued headcanons, Childe is the kind of husband who will hold your hand through the cold months. He even has a tendency to unintentionally throw away all of your winter mittens; clearly, you wouldn't know it was intentional, but what good are his hands if he can't even hold yours? Regarding your independence, he wouldn't mind if you left the estate to go shopping or for a walk (as long as you were supervised by someone), but he isn't a big fan of having you hang out with your relatives or friends because they might have a negative impact on you (more like he's afraid they'll point out the flaws within your marriage).

You and Childe's marriage will be filled with surprises and maybe even tears, but maybe they'll be tears of joy rather than sadness. But don't worry too much—Childe is really a wonderful husband?

Right?

Just don't messed up too much.

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mwolf0epsilon · 14 days

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Tulpa liked to believe that he was a fairly reasonable man. He'd been raised proper. With a good education, and a fairly good set of role models that kept him on the straight and narrow. He'd also made it a habit of dealing with conflict in a diplomatic fashion, before ever feeling the need to unholster his blaster or unsheath his blade. For a Mando he was undoubtedly one of mild manners and good integrity. But that did not mean he didn't have his moments where righteous fury could drive him a little blind with rage...

Such was the case of when he'd first gotten his hands on some rather distasteful documents. Ones composed by an individual he surely wished he'd had the chance to strangle himself. Such a shame one of his many uncles got to the bastard first...

Sulu Ra had gotten off unfairly lucky.

The documents had been stored in one of ba'vodu Sponge's old datapads. They'd gotten them from uncle Rhythm, who'd been the one to help them acquire all the data compiled in the many terminals of the twisted scientist's private laboratory.

Some of the eloquently written papers had been of a sensible nature, broaching topics such as the intrinsically complex link between microbiology and cloning, the convoluted nature of DNA and hybridization, and even the possibility of inducing rare genetic mutations or reawakening dormant genes to either combat congenital diseases or create an immunity to illnesses like cancer.

These had most likely been what Sponge had sought after, since they'd later used most of the knowledge on display to create Tulpa's cousin Molly.

The vast majority of the documents however, were a lot less innocent in their presentation. A myriad of projects of an atrocious nature. Biological weapons in the form of liquids or even gasses that could render entire populations infertile, highly virulent diseases that targeted a specific demographic, serums that induced random mutations in fetuses, the creation of several hundreds of hybrid creatures (some viable, like Dog, and others not so much), and even entire studies on "medical anomalies" that had peaked Sulu Ra's interest.

Tulpa had felt sick reading the detailed descriptions of ba'vodu Sponge's (as well as several other intersex ba'vodu'e he'd never met) treatment on Kamino. The scientist had been meticulous in his examinations. Been morbidly interested in their genitalia and internal structuring that (although viably fertile) was rendered ultimately useless by an undeveloped birth canal.

Sulu Ra had found Sponge to be a great subject of study, because of their availability (having spent the great majority of their cadethood stuck in the medical wing to be observed by the staff there). The records Tulpa had of his research had made a point to note that many of the other subjects that displayed this "quasi-unique mutation" had either been destroyed, conserved in jars for display as curiosities, or were simply unavailable due to another researcher owning the rights to them and keeping them for private reasons (which honestly did not bode well).

Equally sickening were the many logs detailing procedures that had been illicitly performed on entire groups of clones, such as uncle Olly and his batch. Procedures that had, ultimately, altered all of them in some way. The significant number of recessive genes that had been activated in the Long Name Squad's batch alone, had not been a happy coincidence. Olly's sheer size and musculature had also not been, in any way, natural...

The straw that really broke the spamel's back, however, was Tulpa's skimming of Project Triumvirate. Logs upon logs upon logs of that horrid monster's voice, detailing in a calm and pleased manner the development of his most coveted test subjects: A pair of clone twins that had actually been a set of triplets. The smaller weaker pair having been selected specifically for developmental studies, while the strongest of the babies was left to develop "naturally", as a sort of control sample.

Seeing his father's number in that file had made every hair on the back of Tulpa's neck raise on end. Seeing the brutal punishments and hours of isolation he'd been subjected to, due to having suffered random outbursts of emotion and explosive tantrums (completely normal things for an infant to experience), had made him see red.

It explained a lot of things that Tulpa had once questioned about him. It especially explained why his father had willingly complied with the monstrous scientist, when Sulu Ra had taken him and uncle Fox hostage all those years ago. Why he would have risked going with him without putting up a fight like he'd usually do with any other criminal. He'd been too scared of something bad happening to the both of them (and Tulpa doesn't doubt the freak would have in fact experimented on them if he hadn't gotten what he wanted), to remember to be scared for his own safety.

All of those atrocities. All of those people Sulu Ra hurt. Many of which Tulpa would never be able to meet as a result of his twisted projects... It made his blood boil knowing Sulu Ra would never be able to pay for the full extent of the horrors he'd orchestrated and subjected his kin to. It also made him grin that his infamy would fade quicker than the legacy his many uncles, aunts, ba'vodu'e and cousins were slowly establishing for themselves.

History would remember the clones in some capacity, and completely forget Sulu Ra. Tulpa would make sure of it.

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #clone ocs #kaminoan oc #clone cadet tulpa #sulu ra #the mad cloner of kamino #I think this is the first time I have written Tulpa as an adult

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homeofhousechickens · 1 year

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What do you think about chicken hybrids? I've seen pheasant chicken hybrids and their pretty neat. I know guinea chicken hybrids are unethical to produce but are still near looking. I wonder if chicken turkey hybrids are a thing?

I think that hybrids done on purpose are a waste of electricity due to needing to incubate tons of eggs that are likely to be unviable in the first place and the hybrids themselves can sometimes struggle to integrate in their respective species flocks. Some hybrids also are prone to skull deformities, cross beak is incredibly common in these hybrids due to that.

That being said i do think they are interesting in a life finds a way sort of way. I do like learning about them and seeing examples.

Here is a Guinea x Chicken hybrid. Its interesting the bearded gene is still able to express on the hybrid. It may also be recessive or dominant white. One of the parents was an Easter Egger

This Guinea x Chicken is half guinea and half silkie. The fibromelanism is still expressing it looks like the charcoal gene (makes the head black) is as well? Pretty interesting. The silkie part was from a recessive white silkie hen

Another Guinea x Chicken this time you can see the father with them. I believe this bird didnt live long after reaching adulthood

This is a Speckled Sussex x Lavender Guinea i think its interesting she appears mottled despite it being a recessive gene that needs two copies to express. Unlike some other hybrids she lays eggs.

And here is the other side of what those above crosses can make, a bird with severe deformities that fails to thrive. Granted this owner is also dealing with Mareks in their flock

I think they are interesting to look at from a scientific stand point but shouldnt be encouraged. If you are interested in looking at other hybrids Feathersite has an interesting section on them. I dont think turkeys and chickens can cross at all but i think feathersite has a few picture of some other crosses.

#chicken hybrids #chickenblr #guinea chicken hybrid

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nikethestatue · 1 month

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I came across a thread on twitter about the Archeron parents. I don't know if you've heard about this but it was about the Archeron parents having fae lineage. Honestly I don't remember this or if its true, but the person stated that Tamlin told Feyre that her mother should've told her about the fae but it was Feyre's father who got the iron wood bed as a wedding gift, and somehow knew how to make bargains and that we know what happens if a bargain is broken and it looks like what happened to the Archerons. The mom could've been a seer. I don't remember is dad Archeron was afraid of Tamlin's beast form and that it was talking, plus how did dad Archeron know how to hunt down Vassa!! What do you think?

I personally hate the idea of the Archeron sisters being part Fae. It would sort of negate their journeys and achievements.

I think the uniqueness of Feyre was that she WAS human and she was brave enough to go UTM and take on these massively powerful Fae. If we find out later on (though I feel like at this point it's kind of late in the game to spring that up) that she had some special Fae powers, even unknown to her, it was kind of cheapen her bravery and her struggles.

Also, with the other 2 sisters--they were violated by the Cauldron, by what was done to them. They were CHANGED. To say that ok, it wasn't a biggie because they were part Fae, is again, cheapening their struggle.

Nothing in the books indicated that they had Fae lineage. I think it's mostly headcanons now.

The father knowing how to make bargains--well, he is a merchant. THat's his whole life. Making deals. Nothing surprising about that.

The Sight is a GIFT of the Cauldron to Elain. It's not a recessive gene of some kind. The Cauldron found her lovely and wanted to give her something special.

I am confused about the whole bed thing?

The girls were taught what they were taught about Fae--what all humans were taught--that Fae couldn't lie, that iron hurt them, etc. I think it's Lucien tells Feyre that the only thing that hurts them is ash arrows.

The father explained that he was in a coalition of other humans--and Vassa was a human queen--and they've been working together with others for the war effort. I think we'll find out more about what had transpired between the father and Koschei.

Koschei--with whom the father made a bargain--isnt Fae. He is a death god. That's different. And I suspect that the father bargained with his own life to get Vassa and her powers to help with the war.

The dad was crouching with Elain when Tamlin stole Feyre and Tamlin's glamour worked on the dad and on Elain.

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golden--doodler · 1 year

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Bob's Burgers AU Fic Sneak Peek

Okay so I can't keep it to myself anymore so here's a sneak peek at this AU, it's a full chapter yay! Seriously, thank you for the support on this AU idea, it's given me so much confidence (especially @drawthething, that comment was everything). I have another one written too, but I just really like this one, Tina and Linda need more interactions.

I think I might post more on here, but I also want to figure out when this is gonna go on AO3.

Tina Belcher and the Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Ear Infection

The moment Tina’s eyes fluttered open, still bleary from sleep, she felt a strange sense of unease. Aside from the fact a headache was beginning, the ache permeating through her forehead, her right ear was throbbing. Not wanting to deal with the pain, every part of her desired to slip back into the dark recesses of sleep. Maybe then she would continue her dream where it left off. She could feel the zombies’ interest in her as they shuffled closer, leaving her trembling with excitement.

That sounded like the most appealing plan to her, so she allowed her eyes to squeeze shut once more, welcoming the unconsciousness soon to arrive. However, she felt herself being roused from sleep again, much earlier than she’d desire. She felt a light tapping on her shoulder and the sensation of someone close to her urging her to wake up—a faint smell of coffee wafted from them to her nose. She rolled over in her bed, trying to ignore who it was. But the shaking became more violent, and she had no choice but to acknowledge it. She cracked open an eye, hoping the dark circles under her eyes and her unkempt hair would be enough to deter anyone from approaching.

The person who brought her back to reality revealed themselves to be some other than her mother. Tina was familiar with Linda’s penchant for getting out of bed at the crack of dawn, so this revelation was nothing unexpected. Then something strange occurred. Linda’s mouth opened, as if she was attempting communication. That sight wasn’t out of the ordinary—one of Linda’s favorite pastimes was practicing her speaking skills in front of the family. No, the strange thing was, Tina found herself not comprehending what her mother was telling her. She caught around every third word, but the rest sounded muffled, as if someone had stuck cotton balls in her ears. She then felt the familiar sensation of her ear discomfort again, which added to her already dismal mood.

“Tina... Family... Breakfast,” was what she could make out. She nodded, but couldn’t keep up the illusion that everything was all right. She summoned the strength to point at her ear and shrug, praying Linda would get the message. Some deity answered her prayers, which made sense, considering how long Linda had to decipher body language cues from people. Linda let out a dramatic gasp, which sounded like someone was sucking in air through their teeth. Tina then gained a new idea and summoned the will to move. She made her way to her desk and opened her journal, the pages of which were creased from the night before when she was too tired to put it away. She grabbed a pen and wrote out her entire situation, and presented it to Linda.

Linda nodded, and wrote a response: Based on everything, this must be some sort of freak ear infection. Spooky. I’ll take you to the hospital after you have some breakfast. You better move fast—I think Gene’s already enter most of the bacon.

She appreciated the fact her mother could always diffuse situations like this with humor. She also had no doubt this statement was factual. Dragging herself out the door, she followed Linda to the kitchen, where the entire situation had to be explained to everyone. When Linda began to communicate with Bob through sign language, the graceful, fluid movements of her hands mesmerized Tina, as they always did.

As Bob relayed the news to Gene and Louise, it gave Tina some amusement to see her siblings’ eyes grow so wide. Gene gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, but then attempted to steal the bacon off her plate. She felt a sense of relief knowing that all the other aspects of her life remained unchanged.

Then she realized her bad ear was letting out some sort of fluid. That visit to the hospital couldn’t come soon enough.

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Linda had been very correct. Tina now had an ear infection diagnosis (quite a severe one, at that) and some medicine, which wouldn’t show results for a few days, at least. With Gene and Louise joining her, she attempted to keep her day normal by sitting in a restaurant booth, the warmth of the metal benches embracing her. The sun shot its powerful ray beams on the table, revealing several specks of dust dancing in the air. This caused Gene to sneeze, vibrating the entire table, and Louise snickered. His face turned a darker shade because of how violent it was as he continued pouring some mustard into a ketchup bottle.

Then Tina felt Bob tap her on the shoulder, and she noticed he’d written a request for her on a sheet of paper. To illustrate his point, he handed her the Burger of the Day: The “Say Kim-Cheese” burger. The sight of the steaming, fire-truck red Kimchi and melted gruyere cheese was enough to make her mouth water. The aroma of the two mixing in harmony was tantalizing as well. She gave Bob a confident nod and made her way to the customer Bob had described on the paper. She placed the burger on the table in front of them and let herself give a satisfied smile. Another content customer for the restaurant.

Or not.

The customer began speaking to her in a manner that was so rapid fire it was impossible to understand. This was also heightened by the fact they had some sort of thick accent. She wasn’t even able to discern every third word. The one thing she could discern, though, was that they were upset. Very upset. She had to act, or they might love this customer’s business. She slid her hand under the one fluid motion so she could return it to Bob, who would fix the order in no time.

But this action just seemed to further agitate the customer, who made desperate, flailing grabs for the food.

What does this person want? She thought, exhaling through her nose.

She could make out the muffled noise of Bob asking what was going on. She ignored it, though, in favor of trying to solve the problem herself (again). Steadying herself, she began the trek back to the customer’s table, but disaster struck. Her foot slipped on nothing, and she realized she was hurtling towards the floor in a quick, unforgiving descent.

She cursed whatever deity she could as she felt her elbows and knees sting. There was more muffled conversation reaching her ears, this time shouting. She could feel the tension in the air as her father’s voice tried to diffuse the situation. Nobody could calm them down, though.

As Tina felt the sticky remains of cheese, sauce, and kimchi all over her arms and legs. Her heartbeat quickened like a drum, and she felt her hands become an unsavory combination of sauce and perspiration. She had failed a customer. A customer who might not pay for their food now. But they would’ve, if Tina had been able to hear them.

The emotions become too overwhelming, and Tina yanked herself off the floor as fast as possible and scrambled to her room upstairs. She thought someone called her name as she left, but she didn’t care. She collapsed her weary limbs on her bed, the place she wished she’d just stayed in all day. Her incoming tears left trails on her cheeks as she heard a sob escape her lips.

One simple request. She couldn’t even fulfill one simple request. Was this how it would be until she recovered? Was she going to continue to be useless?

Before she could spiral further, she felt someone’s hand on her shoulder. She forced herself to look up, and there was Linda, her features softened by the late-afternoon light.

“I’m sorry that happened, honey.” Tina recognized her mother’s signing. It helped that she was also mouthing the words. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Tina summoned the energy to grab her journal again and wrote: I made a complete fool of myself, mom. I thought dealing with Tammy and Jocelyn was hard, but this was even worse. I couldn’t even help one customer.

Linda read over her words, her pen scratching the paper with each stroke, and the sound of her sigh punctuating the silence as she wrote: You’re right, it was one customer. Just one. Don’t punish yourself by dwelling on a mistake. Lord knows I’ve made plenty.

That’s just it, though. Tina wrote in a furious scribble. What if this mistake turns into more? I already made us lose a customer. God, why is it so difficult to live like this? I wish it could be simple and I could hear.

Linda scrutinized the paper, her features pulled tight in a pinched expression that was impossible to decipher: Well, welcome to the world of not being able to hear.

She snapped her head up to look her mother in the eyes as reality set in. She wasn’t the sole person in her family feeling the effects of this difficulty. This was her mother’s every day, and it would be her every day for the rest of her life. And not once had she complained about it, like Tina had.

In a few days, Tina would have restored hearing and might even forget what having this ear infection was like. Linda didn’t have that luxury.

“Holy crap.” She found herself saying out loud. “Sorry for cursing.”

She then wrote: And I’m also sorry for saying all that. I can’t believe you do this every day. I wouldn’t be able to.

You’re capable of more than you think, Tina. And don’t be sorry. I know this must’ve been difficult for you. And hey, even though you failed, you tried your best, given the circumstances. That’s all anyone can do.

How do you do it? Get through every day like this?

Me? Linda let out a snort. Well, I was lucky enough to meet your father. But I don’t think of myself as having to “get through” every day. To me, it’s more like I get to experience every day with your father and you and your siblings. Is it hard? Hell yeah, it can be. You’re not alone in not being able to understand customers. If you could see a few mistakes I’ve made, you’d feel a lot letter about yourself. But that just comes with the territory of everyone communicating in a different way than you.

You’ve made more mistakes than me?

To the point where I’ve lost count. Just be kinder to yourself. You’ll do better next time. I know it.

In a fit of emotion, Tina embraced her mother with a ferocity, hoping that her love and appreciation were unmistakable. Linda's sheer power and capability were palpable, and Tina had failed to recognize it until now.

Would you mind maybe teaching me some more sign language?

Wow, you want to learn more? Well, there’s one thing I can teach you right now.

Tina was enthusiastic about brushing up on her sign language skills. Her finger-spelling needed work, and it was an on excellent opportunity to practice. She kept repeating the sign Linda taught her, the motions feeling quite comforting long after her mother had gone. She heard the same four letters echoing in her head over again, like a never ending refrain.

As she mouthed the letters to herself one last time, a realization struck her like a bolt of electricity. Linda had taken extra care to make sure the sign was more meaningful than Tina understood at first glance.

It was, in fact, her name.

She felt the weight of her name on her tongue as she whispered it in awe, something she hadn’t done in years, or perhaps ever.

The low, muffled sound wrapped around her, giving her a feeling of protection. It reminded her of her mother’s love, which felt like a comforting blanket of warmth, cozy and everlasting.

#bob's burgers #linda belcher #bob belcher #tina belcher #gene belcher #louise belcher #bobs burgers au #bobs burgers fandom #fanfiction #fanfic aus #deafness #deaf representation #ear infections #family

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ren-c-leyn · 2 years

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Hello and happy WBW, Ren !

So whichever you like to answer more but as for the magic system is the magic only for a certain group of people, are they gifted with itt or born with it? Or is it something that is soley reserved for a certain elite?

As for weddings/ romances: are there more politics involved or true love?

Hello, and happy very belated wbw to you, Leia ^^

So, magic in my worlds has never been class-based. It actually never occurred to me to make it reserved for some shining elite. Instead, it tends to be something you're either born with or have the ability to learn through a lot of work.

In The Plight of a Sparrow, magic tends to be inherited due to the origins of magic in that world. So if your mom is a mage and your dad's a wizard, there's a good chance you're going to be born with some kind of magic too. The catch is is magic is basically cursed and you absolutely do not want to be born with it. It will ruin your life. It can also just randomly surface, either from a recessive gene or because the God of Magic was feeling particularly spiteful the day your kid was born, so no one is really safe. The farmer's kid, the mage's kid, the king's kid, they can all end up with magic and no one wants that. Except the armies, but that's a different conversation.

In The Shackles of Time, it tends to be learned. Some people are born with more of an aptitude for different kinds, but anyone can learn a magic tradition if they're really dedicated to it. Some magic traditions require gaining the blessings of a spirit or other powerful being, but most are just a matter of study and practice.

The Firewalker is probably the closest to being reserved for an elite. magic was originally handed out to the Priests/Priestesses by the old gods and it now runs through their bloodlines. And while very few mages are priests, or even worship the old gods, they are still very powerful and inherited the elemental magic of their ancestor who was. Holy knights and the priests of the new gods all have the same element no matter which god they worship: light. While they don't like to admit it, since they're at war with each other and are trying to eradicate the mages, the magic holy knights and magics wield are pretty much the same and follow the same sort of conventions and have similar limitations and such.

As for the second question, it's a bit of both and depends on the situation, social class, and region of my worlds you are dealing with, and probably the individuals as well.

Thanks for stopping by, I hope you have a lovely day/evening.

#wbw #the shackles of time #the plight of a sparrow #The Firewalker

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rk-ocs · 4 months

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The starks

World building is one of the best parts. Heres what happened when I mixed Comics canon with OC'S Time travel world building

Red became a Carbonelle (and sort of adopted into it) family hired help (sort of) when she helped one of his ancestors through a world changing vision. Well, his world, and yeah she knows how to deal with those very well, she's a trained calculator assistant. She was trained by another family, because the heir also could calculate, so she's like family inheritance sort of.

Surprisingly she's pretty cool with that. It means money, food, medicine, all for the cost of doing a job she usually likes. Especially if the principal is a friend (which patrons go out of their way to make happen. Undying loyalty is up for grabs here, and a well trained specialist)

Tony gives her a lot of freedoms that she wouldn't have without him.

Maria Carbonell was into biology and genetics. She figured out how to make surrogates viable, and looked a lot into DNA, wanting to get the healthiest baby between her and Howard. Because they were older, there was a greater chance of something happening (which is probably why they had so much trouble with Arno in cannon) , so she changed the Odds.

She also asked her younger friend and lab partner carry the child for her. Amanda Armstrong agreed, and they debated baby names. They eventually decided on Anthony.

Two years after having Tony, Amanda Armstrong had a natural child , who through the power of other worlds changing the DNA makeup, was a girl, she named Maria Armstrong.

Unfortunately she lost her fight to her Hydra boyfriend Jude (she's a shield Agent, and thought he was too) and they got captured.

Tony stark was four years old at this point, and had made his first circuit board, and they wanted a genius child of their own. They have stolen some of Maria's research, and the unused eggs, and Amanda has another of her boss-friends child, Arno Stark.

So Arno and Maria grow up with a shield mom captured, and a Hydra dad. Arno is intelligent, but also kind of going crazy because he doesn't know how to deal with Calculations. Maria A is kind of learning on the job through trial and error. It's not enough to help Arno from going into the crazy, but she learns some coping strategies for him.

Amanda has the mixed bag of raising her friends child alongside her own, she's just pretty upset that her friend and Tony aren't in her life.

Now I need to do some math to figure out when Tony inherited the weapons company, cannon says his parents died at age 21, or that he inherited at age 21. He would probably be in college at a much younger age and graduated from Massachusetts Institute of Technology with honors at the age of 17, and has three doctorates according to the comics. It also says he became iron man at age 23.

So there's some timeline issues to work out .

Still after the winter soldier killed the elder Starks (and stole a lot of research) they used Arnos sperm cells on eggs they had from the black widow, and in true mad scientist style, had Maria C be the surrogate. Much to their discomfort, it's like having your brother's child.

They picked a girl, feeling it would stabilize better, and reduce the chance of an unfortunate recessive gene showing up.

The child Eleanor Amanda Stark, did have Calculations , but Aunt Maria had learned how to assist from Arno, and as a result, she was a lot more stable.

#red jordan ryan #maria carbonelle #maria stark #tony stark #bucky barnes #writing #original character #assassins creed #marvel #amanda armstrong #iron man #Arno Stark #Eleanor Amanda Stark

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ruthlesslistener · 2 years

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So I just finished the game which means that I might be off here, but in terms of the whole Radagon/Marika thing, I'm thinking that instead of two people who fused to become one god, they were one bigender god (Marika) who secretly split into two so that the Erdtree's conquest could be monitored and controlled by Marika both from the capital and on the front lines, with them slowly becoming different people as they remained apart.

Some vague proof to uphold it:

-Radagon rode down from the capital against Caria during the Erdtree's conquest, which was most likely ordained by Marika as she served as queen within Leyndell. We know that she pronounced a war against the fire giants in the Erdtree's favor- and that Radagon likely hates his red hair bc of the similarities to the Fire Giants- so it's not too hard to imagine her wanting to remain in control of both conquests, esp. since we see her influence over us (the potential Lords) throughout the game via both the guidance of grace and the stakes of Marika. She seems like the sort to want to have a direct hand in things, which means that splitting herself in two to handle both state affairs and the battles themselves feels relatively in-character.

-The children of Rennala were made demigods via title after Radagon married Marika, but Ranni was born an Empyrean, despite Radagon not being known as a god. If being an Empyrean is genetic, and Radagon and Marika were separate people to begin with, then there would be no explanation for Ranni being an Empyrean. Radagon had to have had Marika's genes for that to happen, and we know that godhood is a genetic thing bc of how washed-out Godrick is after years of breeding with mortals.

-Additionally, Empyrean genetics seem to be recessive- Marika x Godfrey didn't produce any, Rennala x Radagon produced only one, while Marika x Radagon ended up with two. While Malenia and Miquella can be considered a case of asexual reproduction, since Marika and Radagon were one god, it still would still prove out the fact that the Empyrean trait is recessive and that Radagon had to have Marika's genes to begin with to have Ranni be an Empyrean.

-Radagon retaining his faith in the Golden Order while Marika became more jaded would have also made sense if he spent much of his time apart from the capital with Rennala, while Marika had to deal with the god-shit from within. Marika was very adamant in her support of the Erdtree during the times of the conquests, then began to question it as time went on. If Radagon wasn't there to view what the Golden Order was doing, he would retain the same level of faith in it that he had at the beginning.

-This would also work with Marika's line of 'you have yet to become me'. Marika likely would have felt like she experienced a hell of a lot while her other half was away, so she would have felt like she developed more than Radagon. Radagon would then have to catch up on all the shit Marika had to deal with when he returned before fusing to become one again was possible.

-Her summoning Radagon back to the capital to become her consort- and Radagon abandoning his wife to do so- would have also made sense after she divorced Godfrey, as that would have left her hand open to whoever wanted to become Elden Lord. The Golden Order/Elden Beast likely would have pressured her into taking another consort, to which taking her other half as one would have been an easy loophole around it, as she really doesn't seem to want another consort.

-Similarily, Marika breaking the Elden Ring and Radagon trying to repair it does not imply that they are necessarily different beings- how many times have you acted out of emotion, for example, and then immediately started yelling at yourself with the rational part of your mind? The split would have exasperated this as well, because Radagon had years of memories with Rennala and his children, while Marika would have suffered from losing Godfrey, Godwyn, and then (possibly) the Omen Twins. We don't know when she split and when she married Godfrey or had her children, so its possible that Radagon came before the marriage/children of Godfrey, and so would have not had the memories of being with them to cause sufficient grief

#elden ring #marika #radagon #elden ring theory #marika the eternal #radagon of the golden order #[rotates them in my mind] i love this problematic god #theyre doing their best

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what-is-denial-if-not-fanfiction · 3 years

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Where Charles accidentally becomes Peter's dad AU.

Okay I know i said this was a 2 part thing, but I changed my mind. There's really nothing more glorious than writing with something planned and then when you write your brain just goes of the rails and makes a whole new thing. Here's Part 1 in case you missed it!

PART 2

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When Erik opened his eyes, the stars no longer glistened like they had been a few hours ago. It's the dead of the night and along with the cool midnight air - the stars, too, were cold.

In the past, in what now seems to be a lifetime ago - he and his family had stargazed in a small clearing by the woods near their home. It was where he first brought Magda to ask for her hand. And it was where Magda told him that they were expecting a little angel to forever change their lives. It became a silent tradition. No one ever said it was and yet they find themselves doing it whenever they felt as if they needed to.

There were many myths when it came to death. Perhaps it is because no one ever really knows what happens next. Some believed in an afterlife - a heaven or a hell, others in being reborn. Some say there is nothing after death at all.

And while he couldn't stop himself from thinking of his family, coming out here tonight hadn't been to mourn even more than he already was but because he was thinking of Charles.

The past few decades had been a whirlwind of grief, emptiness, happiness and unimaginable danger. He admits that he's been absent from Charles' life for far too long, so logically there was bound to be something different. He didn't know what, but he knew that he didn't expect this.

"I'm here for my family too."

That was what the boy said in Cairo. In hindsight, Peter had always seemd to be closer to Charles than the rest of the children.

Back then he only chalked it up to the fact that Peter had been there longer than the rest. But it made sense now. Charles’ fond looks at the boy - and the boy always lingering in the corner of Erik's eye when Charles was nearby. How Charles had been so distressed over Peter's broken leg - moreso than any of the other children's injuries. He could go over all the signs all the way back to Pentagon, when the boy rescued him - but it would take him hours to list it all down.

It made sense. How he didn't connect the dots earlier, he didn't know. He had always been a little bit oblivious when it came to Charles (apparently moreso than he already is).

"I didn't know Peter was your son." Silence met his statement.

"I would've thought it'd been obvious, Erik."

"You were never the sort of person to settle down Charles. And his mother?"

"Dead," came the cold reply.

So he left it at that. Because if anything Erik knew what it was like to grieve. And if Charles was still grieving over Peter's mother's death, then so be it.

"Peter. We need to talk."

Oh shit. Who the fuck invented that phrase? No one wants to hear that first thing in the morning. Peter just wanted to eat his Twinkies in peace, but if he was being honest - he had totally brought this on to himself. It's because you called him Dad then you left you idiot boy. Ohmygod Charles is going to throw me out. Erik's probably caught on by now, maybe Charles told him. Oh god, what if-

It took him another call from the Professor to realize he had frozen in place. All metal in the room - from the cutlery, to the cabinets' handle, to the oven, and to the Professor's chair were shaking and some afloat. The professor was floating. Oh god it's happening again what do I- breathe, Peter. Wanda taught him that. So he does, and little by little, his hold on the metal decreases.

And if Charles had any doubt whose son Peter was, he no longer has any by the time Peter had calmed.

"You're like Erik," Charles said awed.

"I- It's not a big deal."

"Isn't it?" There was no way Charles would just let this go. It was amazing. Peter's mutation had already been something awespiring in itself but know that he had a secondary mutation? The academic in him needed to satisfy his curiosity.

Peter was a second generation mutant. His father had the same mutation, so genetics, of course should dictate that he have the same mutation, that is to say if it hadn't become recessive. But the X Gene was so random, it was hard to identify who gets the mutation and what. Does this mean all second generation mutants have secondary mutations or perhaps primary mutations that are same as their parents'?

This could be a revolutionary discov-

"Professor are you... alright?" Peter asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I am. Peter, you do realize this is amazing right?" His eyes shone with determination and his face broke into a wide grin that warned Peter that he was definitely not getting out of this conversation.

Part 3

#metallokinetic!peter #peter and erik #dadneto #xmen fanfiction #metallokinetic!peter maximoff #peter maximoff #quicksilver xmen #erik lensherr #magneto #charles xavier #professor x #cherik #charles being a nerd #peter having anxiety attacks for 5 mins straight

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froggerzz · 3 years

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Dream smp changeling headcanons

My personal favourite headcanons about dream smp characters is that there are a lot of shapeshifters/changelings. That's how I personally explain a lot of the hybrid stuff and how some people are more animal than others.

This is how I see the system: it's a sliding scale from anthropomorphic to human with no abilities. For example antfrost is a fully anthropomorphic cat and cannot change his form, versus Wilbur or Tommy who are both completely human with no changeling abilities. Then you have some people like philza who are human presenting but have quite strong abilities and just doesn't use their powers much. Basically this is my list of where characters lie on this scale

- Tommy is completely human with no abilities but has the recessive gene for changeling abilities

- Wilbur also has no abilities but has the recessive gene

- Techno is able to range from completely pig to completely person and I believe he has full control over this, but when he gets more emotional in any way he gets more piglike - for example if he gets really angry he goes full ass raging boar

- fundy was able to shift around to whatever sort of form he wanted to when he was young but felt comfort in being a fox over other animals, his trauma has closed this ability off and he is stuck as a person with fox features. When he was a kid he used to run around as a fox

- this is my explanation for Sally as well lmao

- Phil imo is a really powerful user of changeling abilities and although he prefers to just use those to grow wings he could actually just do whatever he wants (I like to think that when underwater his wings change from feathers to large fins)

- dream can only grow ears, horns and a tail in puffy-esque fashion

- when schlatt drinks his eyes look more ram-like but he's a permanent ram person

- puffy is permanently sheep, she can't go full person, but I like to think she can go full sheep if she wants

- badboyhalo is an interesting one, I like to think his height changes based on his emotions but I don't think he can willingly control it

- Sam is just full creeper at all times

- ponk, punz, Alyssa, Michael (mcchill), Connor, Jack, Karl and Niki are all human

- antfrost is just a cat. This is all.

- Tubbo used to think he was human but then during the schlatt administration he started getting more goat like, he had no control over it at all but now he looks very goat-like

- everyone thinks eret is human but they have white eyes and I reckon she's actually a totally fluent shapeshifter, nobody knows this. They can be spotted in animal form via the white eyes, they never change

- foolish can change into any shape he desires but his skin is always gold like a totem and his eyes are always green

- we all know the deal with slimecicle. He's just slime in a human shape. He has his own rules that are just straight up canon. I think he could probably shape himself into other creatures but it would take a long time and wouldn't really be worth it

- Sapnap is "born from fire" so I think although he can't shift to anything he has blaze qualities and has a very high body temperature and can produce fire when enraged. Also lil horns

- Skeppy is not human and has a very high carbon content in his body and when breathing in carbon dioxide he becomes a lot more sturdy, because of this he has diamond growths on his skin and his skin is a lot tougher, he has no changeling abilities tho

- we all know the deal with ranboo but I don't think he has any abilities to change, he is permanently what he is

- quackity has wings he can't get rid of so he conceals them and tells people he is human, he does this because he knows that they're a weak part of him that could be targeted in battle

- purpled has funky antenna that he can't get rid of but I think he can change parts of him to whatever he wants but he doesn't have enough strength to do it a lot or all the time, for example turning his hand to a claw or growing a beak or a tail or horns. Not many people know this

-Micheal_beloved I have a sad headcanon for. I think that since being removed from the nether he has gone from piglin to zombified pigman, meaning his skin is rotting. I think being in the overworld is bad for him and continued exposure to cold environments like snowchester is damaging to his body. I think that if not returned to the nether he will die

- Mexican dream is human

- drista is a full on changeling with a neutral human form

- hbomb can go from human to catgirl at will but nothing else

- ghostbur was just ghost, same lack of abilities as Will

- Hannah cannot be more animal like in any way but she can grow roses and leaves from her body, she is part plant and they are directly linked to her, cutting a rose off of her is very painful plz do not do that.

- George is a plant person like Hannah but these abilities only come about when he's sleeping, I saw headcanons from other sources about how George becomes one with nature when he sleeps, if you can find that art on Twitter then like it, it's rly cool

-Callahan is also a full on changeling but prefers to appear as a reindeer-like person

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agustdiv1ne · 3 years

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candy hearts — TEASER

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pairing: choi yeonjun x reader

genre: childhood best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst

wc: tbd (projected to be 10k+)

summary: spending valentine's day with your best friend had become a sort of tradition for ever since you were seven years old. despite the twists and turns in your friendship as both of you grew up, the one thing that never changed was the box of candy hearts that he placed in your hands every year.

warnings: tbd, none in this snippet

TEASER

tuesday, february 14th; age 12

you leaned your head against your palm as you zoned out in your last period class. science had never been your favorite subject, even less so given that your teacher had been informally dubbed the school's wack job.

as the day had dragged on, you realized that the holiday wasn't as widely celebrated in middle school. the so-called 'special' day was reserved solely for the few couples on campus, most of which had been dating for only a couple weeks. you bet most would be broken up by next month, the typical cycle for immature, hormone-riddled relationships.

but back to your science class.

you felt your eyes nearly roll into your skull as your teacher excitedly explained the concept of genetics and punnet squares. what a riveting topic to listen to for an hour on valentine's day. however, you couldn't focus on his boisterous ramblings when your mind was chock-full of bitter thoughts of how your best friend had decided that he couldn't be seen with you at school.

okay, maybe not back to your science class. you were too distracted, too bothered, to concentrate.

because while yeonjun had promised to not leave you behind in middle school, it grew exceedingly obvious, as the year went on, that he had lied straight to your face. this holiday was only a painful reminder of that fact.

you couldn't entirely blame him, though, the vast sea of middle school causing you to slowly drift apart from each other as you both tried to find where you fit in. he had made new friends easily, the shy boy you once knew emerged from his shell, countless peers recognizing him for his impressive talents in baseball, in dance, in singing, the list could go on. he was good at everything that he tried his hand at, and by the middle of seventh grade, he had become the campus' golden boy. even the eighth graders knew him!

this came with a cost, however, and that was leaving you, his best friend of five years, behind (for the most part, at least).

you had found your own friends, of course. you had to, or else you would have been deemed a loner, and no one wants to be a loner in middle school. it was uncomfortable, having to talk to people you had never interacted with beforehand. despite this, you had found yourself a little group through your art class: yeri, chaeyoung, and yuqi. they had welcomed you into their trio easily. though it felt weird to have friends other than yeonjun for the first time, you were happy. well, uh, besides the whole yeonjun thing.

with only one class with him, it was easy to not speak to each other during school. your hangouts were now confined to after school, when he wasn't surrounded by his new friends and could make time for you. you never tried to talk to him about it, scared that he'd twist your words and it would destroy what semblance of friendship that remained between you. honestly, you wished that you could go back to elementary school, when things were easier, when you could talk to him at school without worrying about the consequences of doing so.

yet you knew it wasn't that easy. this wasn't elementary school anymore.

your eyes subconsciously trailed over to the boy in question. you were supposed to hang out with him after school, but there was always that one insecurity that rattled around your mind:

what if this was the year that he finally blew you off? for good?

you shook your head, going back to the worksheet your teacher had passed out as you were distracted by your thoughts. punnet squares, okay. one parent with a dominant and recessive gene, one parent with two recessive genes. now fill in the squares…

"hey, y/n."

your head shot up from at the sound of his voice. eyes wide at the fact that he was speaking to you at school. it had been months since he had last done so.

"oh, hi yeonjun. what did you need?" you sent him a tight smile, not that he noticed. twelve year-old boys were never most observant.

he placed a box of candy hearts, the same thing he gifted you every year, on top of your desk. it was blank, no message or name in sight.

"i wanted to give you this before i forgot and it got crushed in my backpack." his voice quietened, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear what he had to say next, "we're still hanging out after school, right? like we always do?"

you nodded, and he shot you a small smile, "great, thanks."

he walked away. as soon as he sat back down in his seat, his friends were punching at his shoulder, teasing him, asking him if he was dating you. you could hear it all from where you were sitting, but you wished you couldn't after what he said next.

"me? with her? no way, we're just friends. i could never see her like that."

you never truly realized how much he truly meant to you until you no longer hung out until after school, but this? this hurt. it made your chest ache when you saw his borderline disgusted face at the insinuation that you were dating each other. what was so bad about you for him to have that reaction? was it your hair, your face, your acne? you found yourself mentally paging through every possible flaw you saw in yourself until the bell rang, signalling the end of school.

yuqi walked up to you at the front of campus, immediately spotting the forlorn look on your face, "hey, you good?"

"uh, yeah, i guess. listen, i have to go meet up with yeonjun. catch you later?" you asked.

"yeonjun, huh? are you sure you're not dating him?" she smirked, and you rolled your eyes, your mood worsening even more.

"we're just friends," you spat, turning away from her, "he'd never like me like that, anyway. i have no chance with him. i'll see you later, yuqi."

the further you walked, the worse you felt about how you spoke to yuqi. she didn't deserve to deal with the brunt of your wrath, it was uncalled for. you wanted to run back to school and apologize, but you were sure she had already been picked up.

you'd have to make it up to her tomorrow.

as you neared the supermarket a few blocks down the street from school, you could see yeonjun waiting near the entrance, his foot tapping against the sidewalk impatiently. his bike sat next to him, which explained how he arrived much earlier than you.

"took you long enough," he teased as you approached, but you didn't answer, only sending him a half-hearted smile in return. his grin fell, eyebrows now furrowed. oh, now he noticed how you were feeling? typical. "you okay?"

that was the second time you had been asked that now. you wanted to say no, you definitely were not okay, that it hurt to hear him say those words earlier, that it hurt that you couldn't even talk to him during school. you wanted to tell him that you felt abandoned, you wanted to tell him that he broke the promise he made a year ago, that ever since the first day of seventh grade you felt left behind. you wanted to ask him why he even bothered hanging out with you when he couldn't bother even speaking to you at school.

but you didn't.

instead, you plastered an artificial smile on your face, trying to make your voice sound a little more energetic than you felt, "yeah! i guess i'm just tired. science wasn't exactly fun today, y'know?"

"tell me about it," he laughed as he walked beside you, easily accepting your excuse without prying. you wished that he would have pried. "he's the weirdest teacher i've ever had, i can't believe he hasn't been fired yet."

"right?" you replied as you walked down the aisle full of candy. you picked out one of the overpriced boxes of heart-shaped chocolates before walking up to the register. you tried to hand some of your money to the lady helping you, but yeonjun swatted your hand away.

"nuh-uh, you're not paying for this," he argued.

"but-"

"no."

you visibly deflated, scrunching your nose at him in distaste. he simply grinned at you in response.

"ah, young love," the cashier sighed as she took yeonjun's money. your heart clenched, thanking her before you two walked outside again, the air cool against your skin, the sun glaring into your eyes, the weather the complete opposite of your mood. you glanced over at yeonjun. you wondered why he hadn't protested when she said that. you didn't ask.

his hand found yours, dragging you around the corner behind the building. your heart raced, skin heating up slightly at the contact. your reaction couldn't have meant anything. no, you couldn't like him like that. you were friends, nothing more, nothing less.

as you sat next to each other behind the supermarket, unwrapping and eating the chocolate that he had bought you just a few minutes ago, you realized that you really couldn't deny it anymore: you were in love with choi yeonjun, your best friend, and you couldn't do anything about it.

hope y'all are excited :) if you would like to be tagged when the full fic is posted, please send me an ask!

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autistic-ranboo · 3 years

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yo, here's that one headcanon anon again! (from now on im gonna call myself "sugar" because i like sweet things and how it sounds, hope you dont mind.). so, i'd like to ask: how you imagine c!wilbur? i mean, is he a biological son of mumza? if yes, how would fundy be just a normal shapeshifter? i was considering the god gene could be recessive but then would wilbur be some sort of demigod? does he have little wingies too, like phil, that haven't fully grown yet? What Is Wilbur's Deal?

oh boy ok SO

wilbur is mumza bio son, yes. this ties into one of your other asks so i won't go into toooooooo much detail there :))))) but yes he is her and phil's bio son. her immortality balanced out with phil's single life to give him a normal number of lives, but since neither of his parents age, if he doesn't lose his last life, he could live forever.

i have a lot of hcs i enjoy for what powers/abilities he has, but for now he's still growing into them in a lot of ways because he is VERY young. his wings are like mumza's (they can be summoned/dismissed at will) but unlike her, he doesn't know how yet, so he doesn't know that he has them.

fundy's mom was a shapeshifter and that's where fundy gets his abilities from. he didn't inherit any of mumza's gifts, nor did he inherit wings. they're not sure WHY he didn't get any of those gifts, but it didn't help him feel more adequate about himself, let's be honest. that being said, when he first transitioned, kristin visited him in a dream to introduce herself and tell him that she was proud of him.

it was the first time anyone had ever done that

#gnm verse #ghostbur and mumza verse #dsmp headcanon #fundy #mumza #wilbur #sugar anon (beloved)#look the truth is that wilbur fucked a salmon so i dont know what to make of him either #and neither does mumza #and neither does philza #(also not related to this au but im having seer!au thoughts again. thinking about seer!wilbur instead of seer!phil and how that would go)

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Hey anniarki 👋 so I’m making a male kiri OC and I’m struggling with which clan he be in… and I was wondering if I can get your opinion on it to help me decide? I was thinking either Ringo or Terumī - @roki3anime

Hello!!!

(Sorry If I’m extremely late with my answer)

And for the clan I would start with the abilities of your new OC you want him to have lava release and vapor release kekkei genkai or simply to be extremely skilled with lighting release ( considering the Terumi and Ringo clans main canon abilities)

After deciding his power, skills, his chakra nature I’ll go with his story, what’s his motive, does he agree with the kekkei genkai purges? Does he liked the bloody mist era? As well in which part of the time of Kirigakure would he exist, if it is when the purges were a big deal and he is part of the Terumi clan how is he going to hide his power? How did he survived? Or maybe he got a recessive gene of the Ringo clan and he got some sort of thunderstorm kekkei genkai idk, if he exist in the Boruto era does he agree with Chojuro’s political view or not? (You know you can ask yourself questions like that you make your character more real)

Now you may ask, “why would I need that info?” I honestly believe (and that’s how I had been creating my oc) that their actions and points of view of their environment are extremely connected with the clan and social status they have (thinking of naruto) and in the case of Kirigakure OC I truly believe that the caste they belong influenced a lot in their actions and mannerisms; we know that Kirigakure was ruled (or is still ruled) by a caste system having 3 different castes in the village; so after you had decided his purpose his reason of existing there of if he is just going to exist for fun, the answers of all those questions will help you in building his personality and how he will interact with other characters. So after all that work I would focus on his design and his color pallet.

And alsooo you can just create your OC according to the clan you like the most☺️ remember that as long as you are happy with it and you love it you are doing it perfectly fine 💕

I hoped I had helped you somehow!! If you got anymore questions or doubts you can send me a message and I will gladly answer 💕 and I hope to see that OC of yours soon!!! 💖

#ask #Kirigakure #mist village #naruto oc

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inkycompass · 3 years

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Evil Punnett Squares

Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War is a game where the villains' plot is an evil Punnett square.

Let me explain.

In the fantasy genre, mystical traits that are inherited through generations are often referred to as "blood of the thing" or "the blood" of this or that mystical lineage. Sins carried in the blood, powers carried in the blood... this can even refer to ordinary attributes, like one's facial features or eye color demonstrating their, e.g., "royal blood" -- essentially, some kind of heritable trait. Unless specific circulatory system components are referred to, we can usually understand "blood" as a synonym for "DNA" in fantasy.

In Genealogy, a major plot and gameplay element is "Holy blood". In the backstory, thirteen dragons forged a pact with thirteen human warriors, imbuing them with mystical powers: Holy blood. (Or, in Loptous' case, Unholy.) The descendants of these warriors, whatever their moral alignment, inherit these powers to either a great or lesser degree, which is called Major blood and Minor blood.

Given the way Holy "blood" is inherited, it's not a stretch to understand it as a set of thirteen mystical alleles. In Mendelian genetics, alleles are designated as dominant (R) and recessive (r), with any carriers of the dominant allele expressing the dominant trait. These perceptible traits are called phenotypes--so Holy blood inheritors have Major or Minor phenotype. In most cases, rare traits are carried on the recessive allele, so rare phenotypes are usually assumed to be homozygous recessive (rr), because the dominant allele masks the expression of recessives in heterozygotes (Rr).

The villains' plot hinges on finding two carriers of Major Loptous and coercing them to have children, which will allow the evil dragon Loptous to use that child as a vessel. So how does this work, genetically?

In each generation, there is usually one person carrying Major blood. This person will always pass on Major blood to one of their children, but everyone else will have Minor blood. Sometimes, even direct relatives may not have any perceptible Holy blood. The way this makes the most sense is if the Major Blood trait is carried on the recessive allele. So with Loptous blood, the dominant allele (L) confers minor blood in the LL genotype, and also the heterozygous Ll genotype. To be Major Loptous, a person would need to be homozygous recessive: ll. That means that two Loptous heterozygotes have a chance of producing a Major Loptous child. Although it is taboo for two Minor Blood characters to marry, the Loptrians don't care about that. They succeed in getting control of a pair of half-siblings with Minor Loptous blood (Arvis and Deirdre) and coercing them to have children through blackmail and magical trickery.

The result is twins--Julius has Major Loptous blood, and Loptous takes control of him accordingly. But Julia's Holy Blood wheel is missing that center circle--she does not exhibit Major OR Minor Loptous traits. If we're going to cast Holy blood as a matter of Mendelian genetics, how can she not have any Loptous blood?

The answer lies in the fact that Deirdre, in addition to her Minor Loptous, had Major Naga blood. We'll call the Naga alleles N and n.

Let's do a dihybrid cross.

This Punnett square is a little complicated. Arvis' full genotype is Llff (Minor Loptous, Major Fjalar). Deirdre's is Llnn (Minor Loptous, Major Naga). Their children therefore receive three sets of Holy blood alleles: Fjalar from Arvis, Naga from Deirdre, and Loptous from both. Arvis passes a Fjalar allele to both children, which makes sense if he is a homozygote. But the twins are each missing something they should have. Julius has no Naga blood, despite the fact that Deirdre must have given him an n allele. Likewise, Julia has no Loptous. Why are the twins missing two bloodlines that they must have inherited?

I'll dip back into Genealogy lore to explain this. Naga is the dragon of the holy element--in fact, in any Fire Emblem game set in this continuity, Naga is THE Holy Dragon who opposes whatever dark dragon is oppressing humanity this week. Naga's tome has a critical advantage when wielded against Loptous'. It stands to reason that the Naga allele would have a similar effect on the Loptous allele.

Because Deirdre was heterozygous for Loptous, with copies of the Major and Minor allele, her double n allele was not able to totally mask them and she showed a Minor Loptous phenotype. If Julia was a heterozygote, this would be the case for her as well. But if she is homozygous dominant (LL), even a single allele for Major Naga (n) can mask the Minor Loptous phenotype. To Jugdrali understanding, it appears that she does not have any "Loptous blood" at all.

Julius' single copy of n, however, cannot mask the double l in his genotype--in fact, the double recessive overwhelms the single recessive Naga allele, leaving him without the Naga phenotype at all. (Just as Julia wielding Naga always beats Julius wielding Loptous, but two Juliuses at once could overwhelm her.) The strength of the two opposing alleles also partly masks the effect of the Fjalar allele--so although both children have a copy of the recessive gene, its expression is indistinguishable from the expression of Minor blood.

But having seen a cross where there are only single copies of alleles in the potential offspring, this makes difficulties when predicting genotypes for the F1 generation (that is, the Generation 2 children). In Punnett square exercises, even dihybrid crosses, it's assumed that you're getting the same type of alleles with any set of parents. This is not the case for Holy blood, where you have a dozen alleles all being crossed together. Thus, the F1 generation are mostly hemizygotes--individuals with only one copy of a certain allele. How could each generation have Major phenotypes when most parental crosses can only donate one Holy allele?

It's important, then, to note two things. Dominant and recessive alleles may not be dominant or recessive to alleles of other types, so the Holy blood alleles may have different effects on each other than they do with themselves. The second thing is that this is mystical dragon DNA, conferred to human carriers with a very deliberate intent, and as such it will sometimes behave in odd ways.

Let's see how this plays out with Quan and Ethlyn's children. Quan has the Major Njorun phenotype, so we'll assume him to be homozygous recessive (nj nj). Ethlyn is Minor Baldr. We'll assume her to be homozygous dominant (BrBr).

Leif and Altena have identical genotypes, but different phenotypes. Within chromosomes, some alleles can mask--partly or fully--related alleles. When we're dealing with mystical alleles, it's plausible that alleles could interact with each other across individuals--that as the elder child, Altena's copy of nj is suppressing the Major phenotype in anyone else with a single copy of nj born in her generation. (This would also guard against loads of Major-phenotype children brawling with each other over Holy weapons and inheritance.)

We can also assume that singular copies of an allele have, say, a 50% chance to be expressed once the first scion is born. Brigid and Edain are identical twins with Major and Minor Ullur, respectively. Assuming Lord Ring was uu, and both his wives lacked U or u (we will call this lack of allele z), their half-brother Andrey should also carry u. But he lacks the Minor phenotype. Therefore, the u he is carrying simply does not express itself phenotypically. We will say that there is a 50% chance of a single allele expressing a phenotype.

We're not done yet. What about crosses with parents who lack Holy blood, and crosses where both have the same Holy blood?

Let's start with Brigid. We already established that Brigid must be a hemizygote for u. If she is paired with Jamke, who has no Holy blood, their first child--Febail--always has the Major phenotype, because the dragons who blessed the Crusadors wanted those lines to have the full force of that blessing. Their subsequent children have a 50% chance of having no Holy blood. Patty always does, because of gameplay mechanics, but if you want to get more complex, you could say that Holy alleles always shows up in the first TWO scions, and reverts to normal Mendelian probability after that. The same applies to Edain's children, but hers will never have the Major phenotype due to cross-individual allele masking from Febail.

(Note that while Jamke's genotype is labeled as zz, this is not a real allele, just a placeholder denoting his lack of one.)

Incidentally, this also would apply to Seliph. Deirdre must have given him one Loptous allele, but it is being fully masked by her Naga allele; like Julia, he does not have any Loptrian traits. He is also a hemizygote for Major Baldr (br) and expresses the Major phenotype. In a cross between Seliph and Tine (a Thrud hemizygote, T), their children have the potential genotypes of brT, nT, lT--a 1/3 chance of Loptous. However, because Seliph is also the inheritor of Major Baldr, his br allele will likely be the one that appears in his children thanks to magic DNA sorting. So his children are safe. Julia's Naga allele will also insist on appearing in the genotype of her potential children.

Cross-individual genetic influence can, however, be overridden if you cross two parents who are heterozygous for the same Holy blood. The game tells us with a big ol' wink that you're definitely not supposed to do that because it's big taboo, but if you do, you'll get kids with Major blood. And there are two crosses you can do for this within your army: Ayra x Chulainn and Silvia x Claud. Both pairings are distant cousins.

Assuming both are heterozygous for Od, that gives a 25% chance of an oo child. Although Shannan's two copies of o could mask a single copy in someone else, they cannot mask another double o--so even though Shannan is the Major Od homozygote in Generation 2, Larcei and Scathach are both able to become Major homozygotes as well through luck.

With the potential for children with one copy of the allele to be Major, Minor, or Neither, this also introduces the prospect that Holy blood alleles could be lost. We have two ways to handle this. One is to say that Holy blood alleles, being mystical, always end up in any offspring--so even if Febail has eight children with a non-carrier mother, all of them will have u in their genome. The other is to say that maybe that is just what happens sometimes. All Holy blood families are nobility of one rank or another, and they would simply add "Holy blood" to their matchmaking considerations alongside money, titles, and land. (There is also likely some amount of cheating going on with the "no marriages between the same type of Holy blood". Not enough to produce lots of Major children, but enough marriages between cousins to ensure that there are heterozygotes around to keep the Major and Minor alleles at a pretty high frequency within the family.)

The upheaval caused by the twenty-year Holy War scattered many scions of Holy blood all around the continent, and many subsequently married without regard to maintaining the Holy lineage. Under these circumstances, those rare alleles would eventually be lost through natural causes. Although Naga's alleles still exist by the time of Chrom, Naga has made multiple interventions into human affairs, and her assistance to Ylisse's first Exalt likely took the same form as her blessing to Heim, the progenitor of Jugdral's line of Naga blood.

So there we have it, a Mendelian explanation of how the inheritance of magic dragon traits works in a video game from 1996, thank you for reading it if you got this far.

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Ok so while playing blood money they said that class 2 clones died within 18 months of reaching maturity.

Let's talk about the potential reasons why

(Disclaimer: I am not a professional geneticist so please correct me if I'm wrong)

Let's start with the basics: class 1 clones are the original "firstborn" clones (ie Meyers original boys). Class 2 are those who are almost exact carbon copies of a class 1 clone (think the 48's)

So if the class 2's are exact or near copies of class 1's why did they die? Well, there's a few possible answers to that question, all of which relate to their genes.

1. Genetic abnormalities:

You might be saying, "but tuna, they are near-exact copies. There can't be failures..." well let me explain. The keyword in this potential is NEAR

They are NEARLY carbon copies, but their genes were mixed and improved through splicing and manipulation, which is a very risky and dumb move on the scientists part when this has literally been done before in the real world with very little success. And we have the proof in dogs.

Dog eugenics has occurred for many many years, trying to splice genes manually by selective breeding with other species to create better ones. That's why we have species like bulldogs, dachshunds and pugs. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM HAVE GENETIC ABNORMALITIES (ie: bulldogs and pugs have breathing difficulties that shorten life span and dachshunds have a predisposition to spinal problems). Even the stronger, more successful breeds have predispositions to cancers, heart problems and the likes, all because of mixed breeding.

So what has this got to do with the class 2 clones? Well, obviously breeding clones is not happening, but the replicating and splicing of genes is. If you take the original class 1 DNA and modify it, the likelihood is yes they will get the desired effect, but other parts of the proteins will bond to create an unpredictable effect (because we simply haven't learned the full extent of the human genetic code). This would cause predispositions or weaknesses in the organism created and matured because of recessive traits, which could easily kill them off quickly.

2. Genetic mutation:

We have found in the real world that genes are highly unpredictable, even with our modern technology. And here we're asking about outdated mid-1900s logic. The mutation of just 1 protein would change the genetic code of the entire batch if undetected. And the human body has thousands upon thousands of them. This would potentially cause a debilitating gene to be carried across the batch (concluding that the batch shares one altered gene code due to complete identicality between all the 48s) which would kill them off within the time period.

3. They lack a vital protein:

Due to genetic disposition, genetic mutation or other gene-related issues they could lack a vital protein important for human development.

The most likely circumstance would be a deficiency or a complete lack of the protein PRC1, which allows your cells to mitose. Without it, mitosis could not occur and over a relatively short period of time, the body's cells would deteriorate and die in a more drastic form of mito (Mitochondrial disease); the speed of which varying from each one for an average of an 18-month viability time.

4. Their immune systems were underprepared:

This one, although only partially relating to genetic code, involves their environment as a key factor; more specifically how they were matured.

Class 2 clones, because they are replicas, were not brought up as such, just forced to grow over a rather short time period in a chamber completely isolated from the outside environment. In this time, they develop all the functions of an adult man (relative to the class 1) except one. The immune system.

The immune system, although very much controlled by genes, is built up over time, starting from childhood and strengthening with pathogenic encounters, including bacteria, viruses, fungi and even dust. But these clones did not have those encounters meaning their immune systems were vastly underpowered for the environment, and as a result, they would all die very quickly of something most humans on earth can deal with. They would essentially be entirely immunocompromised, meaning the only way they would survive more than a few months would be to remain in an entirely sterile environment; which simply could not be achieved.

These are just some of the possible culprits I can think of, but let me know if I missed anything. Like I said, I'm no geneticist of any sort but I am an avid fan of genetic research stuff.

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