#pack hierarchy stuff here

[whirlybirbs]

the newest chapter of PAC has me running in circles and up the walls oh my gosh. thank you!!!!!!!! the inclusion of Dawit catching feels for Brokkr Petty Officer is so juicy and John/Petty Officers tension is even more juicy this series slaps so hard

i think what’s fun is that john really is the “old dog” in this scenario. he’s grizzled. he’s scarred. he’s older than most SPARTANs by a handful of years. he’s lived through enough to earn his rank — and then there’s dawit. young, handsome, spry, charming. so different from john.

and our brokkr petty office is so enamored with john, her old guard dog, she can’t even fathom the idea of wanting anyone else but him.

[f4ggydog]

misty x reader: freakazoid

(this will definitely be a multiple parter. we’re just kind of building up stuff here rn but I promise this’ll get more interesting)

anyways no real warnings are needed here since this is just the beginning. just a note that there’s a bit of stalking and mari also drops the f slur.

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She's the textbook definition of an outcast. Others avoid her like she's a hazard. Misty doesn't remember the last time someone has approached her willingly. Whenever Misty lurked around, it was always good to make sure she didn't spot you first. That way, she wouldn't invite you to a conversation less preferable than shitting your pants.

You sometimes passed Misty through the hallways. No words were exchanged and a glance was barely given. You tended to follow the orders of others and evade eye contact with her. But you were captivated by the lone wolf who yearned to find her pack.

Today you noticed Misty Quigley sitting alone at lunch, as per usual. You took a good minute staring at her before Mari nudged you on the arm. Oh yes, a typical advocate against befriending Misty or speaking with her at all for that matter.

"Whatcha looking at?" Mari asks, chewing on her Fruit By The Foot.

"N-Nothing." You shrug, hoping Mari didn't catch you observing the only member of the social suicide squad.

"Yeah sure," Mari laughs. "Were you looking at the freak too? I don't blame you. Look at her. She's so fucking creepy."

Akilah chooses to ignore the conversation and chew on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She could always resist the allure of juicy gossip. Akilah cared mainly about her friends and scoring exceptional grades on her SATs. She was too pure of heart for her own good.

"I hear people say similar things," you say. "But nobody ever mentions anything specifically, aside from rumors that seem too dramatic to be true."

"You don't know her," Mari says. "Trust my judgement. It's not just one person that doesn't like her. Literally nobody likes that weirdo."

"That's not very nice," Akilah mumbles.

"What!? It's true. Look, you don't have to be nice about it. I'm just telling it how it is. You'll know just from being in a room with her, trust me."

"She can't be that bad," you reassure Mari. "I think not enough people have given her a chance."

"If you want to befriend the oddball, be my guest. But I'm not coming to rescue you if she does some crazy shit. Call the cops, not me."

"You make it sound like she's a wanted criminal,” Akilah says. “It’s not like she’s gonna kill anyone.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Mari responds. “Let’s be real here.”

“I’m gonna talk to her,” you finally declare, slamming your hand on the lunch table.

“What?” Mari gawks. “Why? Do you have to work with her on some project?”

“N-No? I’m doing this because…well…what can I say? I’m interested.”

“Please tell me this is some sick joke.” Mari shakes her head. “Oh my god, are you on drugs? Do you have a dealer? Can you hook me up with them?”

“I’m not joking, Mari. I think it could be a cool experience.”

“Don’t word it like that,” Akilah suggests. “Sounds like you’re using her. You’re…not using her, are you?”

“No!” You reply. “No, of course not. I think I should genuinely get to know her. I know Mari’s looking at me like I’m an idiot right now.”

“You definitely are one,” Mari confirms. “I mean, seriously? Misty fucking Quigley? Do you want nobody at school to ever talk to you again? Do you want to embarrass me, embarrass Akilah?”

“I’m not embarrassed,” Akilah says.

“Shush. You will be.”

“I won’t.”

“It hasn’t happened yet, Akilah. That’s why. It will, though. Ugh, why do neither of you know how to navigate the social hierarchy that is highschool? I’m stuck with Quigley 2.0s!”

Now that felt like an insult and a half. Akilah didn’t seem fazed, but you appeared slightly more perturbed. Perhaps you were falling into the hands of the school wide propaganda against this one teenage girl.

Nope. Despite the lack of support from your friend, you were going to introduce yourself to Misty. You didn’t have a planned out opportunity or designated time where Misty would become your acquaintance. Whatever scenario that felt into your lap would be the proper one.

You wanted to let things progress naturally. Start off with a simple accidental conversation and develop the bond from there. Ugh, all this contemplation was already too much planning. Just bump into her accidentally. Don’t even cause a distraction. Just say hello and see if she waves back.

You knew Misty Quigley was on the Yellowjackets team. However, you also understood that she didn’t play a particularly huge role on the team. She served only as the equipment manager from chatter you’ve heard. From that information alone, it made sense why her popularity didn’t match that of some of the other Yellowjackets. Arguably the most insignificant role on the team, arguably the most forgettable one. She may not have to be unknown much longer though.

You’re not gonna turn her into some movie star. No, her name isn’t going to be put on billboards or teen magazines. But maybe you can cause the girl to feel less alone in this cruel, dog eat dog world. Maybe Misty’s outer shell could be cracked with gentle talk and genuine intrigue. Mari was always overly harsh on people. Maybe this girl just needed someone to care about her for fucks sake. Fuck it if the idea sounded ludicrous.

On the way to Mari’s soccer practice, you stop her in the middle of the hallway with a tap to her shoulder. She groans and turns around, relaxing when she realizes it’s you.

“Hey, Mar. Um, I wanted to know if there was any chance I could…watch you practice today. Y’know, just for fun. Just to cheer on my friend.”

“Why the hell would me or Coach say yes to that?” She laughs in disbelief. “Um, no? That’s not how that works.”

Mari squints her eyes. She suspects an ulterior motive, but you don’t reveal explicit details.

“Well, I kinda wanted to see if I could make the team.”

“Tryouts are already over,” Mari states. “You missed the window. I feel like you knew that already, though.”

“N-No it’s just….” You try to think of a decent excuse. “I thought it would be fun to observe, Mari. Is it such a big deal that I want to watch you practice?”

“You’re not like…crushing on me, are you?” Mari arches an eyebrow. “Are you a fag? Oh my god, are you a fag, Y/N?”

You brush Mari's crude question aside. "So that's a no then?"

"It's not like I don't want to hang out with you," Mari reassures in a moderately vexed voice. "But I don't see why you just can't wait after practice. It makes me think you're plotting something without me. And I can't figure out what."

"Don't worry." You tap Mari on the shoulder before she gets more doubtful, walking away on the route to your home.

Once you arrive home, you find something sticking out of your mailbox. You poke at the slip of paper. You weren’t anticipating any mail, so your eyes naturally widened at encountering the odd white sheet.

You struggle to pull the sheet of paper out of the gray mailbox. The paper is deeply jammed in there and when you finally manage to grab it out, a corner of the paper rips.

The sheet of paper reveals a drawing in black ink. There’s no writing or words on the letter for that matter. There’s only a drawing of a person petting a dog. They’re next to a pool and the unknown person is on their knees. The drawing isn’t colored in. It’s completely black and white and the illustration is reduced to simple stick figures.

It’s not the best piece of craftsmanship you’ve been, but the illustration is cute enough. You slip the picture into your pocket without suspicion and head into your house.

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“Akilah,” you call out your other friend’s name, hurrying over to her as she travels home the next day. “Hey, wait up a second.”

She stops for you. She always does.

“So, I just wanted to say that…the drawing you left in my mailbox was pretty cool. I don’t really know what it means, but I appreciate it nonetheless. It’s cute.”

Akilah stares at you like you just spoke a foreign language.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Look there’s no need to be shy about it,” you smirk. “It was sweet. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just a nice gesture from a friend, I guess.”

“Don’t start this.” Akilah shakes her head but remains polite. “You’re the one who used to have a crush on me, remember? And I didn’t send you any drawings.”

Now you felt like a complete dolt.

You scratch the back of your neck. “I’m sorry, Akilah. I didn’t mean to bring that up again. I just thought that you were trying to win me back or something.”

“There was nothing to win back,” Akilah sighs. “I never reciprocated your feelings.”

“Please don’t make me look more stupid,” you respond sheepishly, knowing it’s better to admit defeat. “I got the wrong person. I just figured it couldn’t be Mari, since Mari would never do something nice for me like that.”

Akilah giggles at your shifty eyes and awkward stance. However, she doesn’t thrive on your embarrassment. Akilah would rather see you guided by confidence rather than crawling into a hole from mortification.

You didn’t wish to imply that your friendship with Mari was less genuine. But, it would be moronic of you not to note how upfront Akilah is with her benignity compared to her counterpart.

The two of you take a detour from Akilah’s home, traveling down a grassy path. Akilah nearly trips on a rock lodged in the dirt, but you firmly grab her hand before she manages to slip.

“Watch it,” you warn sternly.

“I’m fine,” Akilah reassures, but you still choose to not release her hand. “Was just a little trip.”

The next thirty seconds of the walk are silent. Then, Akilah drops a question on you, your hand still interlocked with hers.

“Why did you never pursue things with me?” She lowers her head. “What stopped you from, y’know, trying?”

“Well, it was always the age gap for me. Didn’t feel comfortable going out with a junior. That always bothered me when I had my crush on you. Made me feel like a predator.”

“You do realize I’m only one year younger, right?” Akilah snickers. “I’m a junior, not a freshman. It wouldn’t have been that weird.”

“Didn’t feel right. I think we were always better off as friends. And I think you know that too.”

“Maybe. You never did give it a shot though, Y/N.”

You let go of Akilah’s hand and slide your own hands into your pockets.

“I’m sorry, Akilah. I didn’t want that to get brought up again. I know it’s awkward for the both of us. I’m trying to move past that.”

“Are you still not over me?”

“No, no I am. I just still get embarrassed when I think about…yeah.”

A few feet away, Misty Quigley is tucked behind a bush. She’s jotting down every single line from the conversation you’re both having. When she senses you both are getting close, she freezes up like a deer caught in the headlights. Then, she goes back to writing.

Usually, Misty’s handwriting is neat, bubbly letters with a heart replacing every dot on the letter i. However, she doesn’t want to miss a single piece of information, anything that could be crucial to getting close with you. Her hand trembles as she writes, but Misty ignores the cramping.

Misty’s eyes are locked on you only, not even bothering to focus on Akilah’s presence. You were such a fascinating being. How had she not studied you earlier? Imagine if she hadn’t eavesdropped on a conversation between you and Mari in the halls.

Soccer practice. What a joke. Most people don’t randomly gain an interest in soccer within an hour. Misty was correct to suspect another motive. And thank god she pursued her suspicions.

“It’s okay to be shy,” Misty whispers. “Everyone’s a little afraid of me. But, it looks like I’ll have to lure you closer to me instead.”

Misty hums, creating a little doodle in the corner of the page.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind a little challenge. You’ll see just how good I can be to you. And then, you’ll never want to be apart.”

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You could’ve sworn you just saw Misty Quigley stand uncomfortably close to your locker. You didn’t see what she did there or if she did anything for that matter, but you know she lingered there too long. Oh well. Mari did say she was a weirdo. You supposed that was part of her charm.

Wait, there was your chance. She’s hanging around. Mari’s not there to discourage you from gaining some new allies. Face your fears. Go up to her. Who gives a shit what people say?

You follow your heart. Though to your surprise, Misty turns around before you even get a chance to tap her on the shoulder.

“Oh, sorry I-“

“It’s fine!” Misty cuts you off, smile unnaturally wide. “Isn’t it cool how you were gonna speak to me first? But then I read your mind and totally beat you to it? Isn’t that insane?”

Oddly coincidental, but you play along.

“Sorry.” Misty lowers her head. “I’m not used to people going up to me. So, I get kind of excited when I see someone actually wants to talk to me. Nowadays, it feels like the only person I really get along with is my boyfriend!”

“Your boyfriend?” You raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were dating anyone. Doesn’t sound like you’re that lonely.”

“Welllll…okay, technically we’re still in the talking stage. He totally has a crush on me, but he doesn’t really know it yet. He lets stupid things like societal rules hold us back.”

“Societal rules?” You blink. “Um, is this relationship illegal?”

“It’s totally not! It shouldn’t even be controversial if you’re a true romantic. But I think the fact that he works at this school makes this a more, um, forbidden romance.”

Eh, you didn’t understand Mari’s warnings. Misty was quirky, very quirky to be honest. But she was also seemingly harmless.

“May I ask who exactly this forbidden crush is?”

Misty leans in dangerously close. Her voice shrinks down to a whisper.

“Can you keep a secret, Y/N? Like a real friend would?”

“F-Friends? I didn’t even realize we were friends.”

Misty gives you puppy dog eyes and frowns. “You don’t want to be my friend? I thought we had a connection.”

“N-No, it’s not that! Misty, I just didn’t know if you wanted to leap that far since we just met.”

“It’s fine,” Misty sighs. “Guess I’ll just go back to being myself, hanging out alone and sulking at the wall. Having people make rumors about me and having nobody to back me up, not being able to develop secret handshakes and keep secrets like two BFFs would.”

“No, it’s fine. Misty, it’s fine. Don’t feel bad. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just initially shocked. But, I wouldn’t mind being your friend. Of course I wouldn’t mind.”

Misty’s grin is restored.

“Do you mean that, Y/N? Okay, great! Listen, this secret is super juicy though and I can’t let it get out to anyone! So, you gotta make sure that you keep this under wraps.”

“No problem.” You nod your head. “Yeah, go on.”

“So,” Misty begins to murmur. “I have a huge crush on Coach Ben. You know the assistant coach on the Yellowjackets team? Yeah, I have a huge thing for him.”

“B-But he’s way older than you. That sort of relationship wouldn’t actually be able to form, unless Coach was a creep.”

“He needs some convincing anyway,” Misty continues. “He loves playing hard to get, but I see those glances he gives me when I’m helping out with the equipment.”

You shrug, merely listening to the rant.

“And besides, who wouldn’t crush on him? I mean, that luscious hair and those chocolate brown eyes. And his physique too! God, he’s irresistible.”

“I don’t see it personally.” You shrug. “But your secret is safe with me. Not that I think you have any competition with him.”

“That’s nonsense! There’s gotta be another girl in the school that likes him. He’s too hot not to be liked. But hey, if no other girls like him, then I won’t need to compete like you said.”

“Well, I’m flattered that you’d trust me enough to tell me about this.”

“I can already tell we’re going to get along great!” Misty slaps you playfully on the back. “I don’t think we have any classes together, but I could always invite you over to my house. Maybe we can talk about your own crushes. I’m a pretty good secret keeper myself.”

“Back to your home? I-I—would I even be welcome? We just met. Not that I’d mind! Just that it’s very soon.”

“Friendship waits for nobody, Y/N. If there’s a click, there’s a click. There’s no point in waiting around if we don’t have to.”

“You have an…interesting friendship philosophy, Misty. But, why not?”

“If it’s too sudden, we can just hang out somewhere outside of school. C’mon, we could go to a local spot that’s got cool burgers. Or a place with really good slushees. We could go wherever you want to go really. I promise!”

“Nice sweater, anal lover!” A girl passing through the halls loudly laughs. “Was Goodwill having a sale?”

The pair of girls strolling with her also giggle and whisper something about Misty’s ‘poodle hair.’

Misty’s mood instantly shifts. Her hands ball into tight fists and her body vibrates. She covers the cat print on her sweater, dropping her head in shame.

“My mom made it for me,” Misty grumbles. “My mom was the one who knitted it.”

“Hey,” you attempt to console, petting Misty’s shoulder. “Don’t let them get to you. They’re just assholes. I think your sweater really stands out, in a good way. It’s the first thing I noticed about you.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” you compliment eagerly. “It’s really eye-catching. I think those idiots are jealous of you because it makes your outfit pop. It’s unique and looks neatly put together.”

“Woah. I-I, um, well…nobody’s ever complimented my sweater before. People are usually quick to make fun of it.”

“Don’t worry about them, Misty. What matters is I like the sweater.”

Misty feels like sunshine has been brought back into her world. She squeals and grabs you by your hands, holding them close to her and nuzzling against them. Kindness towards her was such a rare occurrence that your praise felt unbelievable. Misty didn’t feel like herself. There was a whole other person being complimented. There’s no way she would be rewarded for her style of all people.

Please don’t be a sick prank. Please don’t be an early April Fools joke. Please don’t lead me into a pit of tragedy where I’ll be disappointed and it’ll damage my psyche. I’d never recover. Please be kind to me. Please be kind, cruel world.

“I knew it right from the start, Y/N. Right when I first laid eyes on you, I knew we would be incredible friends! Ugh, I should’ve meant you sooner.”

Misty had so much gratitude stored in her. The stories you’ve heard about her must be clear exaggerations. You’ve never met someone so relieved to be receiving a compliment. You literally saw the light enter Misty’s eyes again. It’s as if you found the cure to loneliness.

“We’ve got to hang out, Y/N! Oh, it’s a must! Wait, wait. Let me start writing down some places we can visit.”

The late bell rings.

“Holy macaroni,” Misty says.

“Shit, I-I guess-“

“We gotta-“

“Yeah. Um, it was really great meeting you Misty. Maybe we can meet outside of school, today or tomorrow.”

“Absolutely. Y/N, I think we’re going to get along better than you even expected.”

Misty watches you walk off hastily, a smirk forming on her lips. Her hand twitches, reaching back into her pocket for her notepad. She plans out the next breadcrumb she’ll place on the trail.

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“Whatcha thinking about?” Misty pokes you. You’re both sitting on the grass outside of the building together and she senses that you’re in your head.

“Fucking trigonometry,” you reply. “As stupid as it is. Mr. Levine’s assignments have me in a chokehold. I can barely remember anything from the lesson.”

Tutoring, another perfect opportunity to get closer to you. Oh, everything was falling into Misty’s lap.

Now even Misty had to be honest with herself and admit that mathematics wasn’t her strong suit. Her strengths were more suited to the various sciences that existed. However, if she could sound intelligent enough, you might buy her fibs. She could pass off as a genius if the correct wording was used. Misty just had to appear confident, like she knew what she was doing.

“Trig isn’t that bad!” Misty beams. “It just takes some practice to get good at. You should really let me help you.”

“Maybe you’re better at tutoring than that clown. Mr. Levine talks at about a 100 hundred miles per hour. And then he’s got the nerve to act confused when we ask him to clarify what he means.”

“I’m a great tutor!” Misty encourages. “I have a lot of experience, amongst other things.”

“What do you mean other things?”

“Shhhh,” Misty coos. “Don’t worry about that, silly head. Now come on. Let’s take a look at this problem together.”

You nod and review the problem with your new companion. All that registers is degrees and angles. It’s only the first word problem and you can already feel brain fog clouding your head.

“So first,” Misty instructs. “We have to decide what function to use. Would it be sine, cosine or tangent?”

“I don’t even know what those last few words mean.”

“Allow me to assist.” Misty takes on the role as your personal teacher with pride. “So for this particular problem, you would have to use the tangent function. Do you remember the equation for it? Or do you need a refresh?”

You shudder as Misty rubs your hand.

“Misty, I’m completely lost. I gotta be honest. Like I know fuck all.”

Surprisingly, Misty doesn’t lose her patience.

“So for an equation regarding the tangent function, you need to have a fraction. The opposite side goes on top and the adjacent side goes on the bottom.”

Blah, blah, blah. This conversation was boring. Misty took her job too seriously. You thought tutoring with your friends was about accomplishing less work and using your time to crack jokes instead.

“Oh.” Misty leans her head on your shoulder. “I know you’re overwhelmed. But with my practice, you’ll become the best mathematician in the world.”

“I think I just want to pass trig for now, Misty. Then maybe I can focus on being a smarty pants later.”

“Tell you what,” Misty says. “Maybe I can host some private tutoring lessons at my place? This school environment might be overstimulating you a bit. Y'know, all those kids chatting and the sounds outside.”

“Are you sure that’s the issue?”

“Yeah! If I can get you in a secure and private place, then I’ll be able to teach you trig concepts more effectively. Doesn’t it make sense when you put my reasoning together?”

Misty just wants to help. She needs to serve a purpose. She desperately needs to belong to someone. She’ll obtain any connection that’s in reach.

“I’ll make it worth your while. What do you say? Come on, it won’t be a big deal! My parents won’t mind.”

What reason do you have not to accept her offer? It’s a simple choice. Attempt to receive lessons from Misty or fail trigonometry. The decision shouldn’t seem so complex. But there’s an odd feeling in your gut telling you that the scenario is too good to be true. Still you ignore it and brush it aside. You’re not the math whiz here. What the hell do you know?

“Sure, it’s a deal.”

“By the way, your backpack is so cool.” Misty’s hand lands on your backpack, pretending to feel it. But she secretly slips her hand into one of the outer pockets, pulling out a pencil of yours when you’re not paying attention.

After you guys make your plans, you wish Misty farewell and leave. She stares at your pencil like she’s acquired a rare copy of the Mona Lisa. Another souvenir to take home, another treasure of yours to treat like a pot of gold.

“My precious,” she sighs dreamily. “You’ll look great in my collection.”

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thank you so much for sharing your work with us! I love the ninth wave and the whole verse ❤️

I have a question... what's the role of Clark as the pack alpha when it comes to Lex pregnancy? like Lex has his own alpha, so I'm guessing for all things that he could need an alpha, he'll have Dan. So is that how it works? or are certain things for which Lex (or Dan) will need Clark specifically? and like how does it affect to have two omegas pregnant at the same time, if it affects at all?

I love Clark/Lex's dynamic and would love to see them more involved, but I don't know how it works in the universe...

That's a really interesting question! Because yeah, you're talking about Lex's Alpha (full stop, upper case) versus Lex's alpha. How does a Pack Alpha trump a mating bond or courting alpha? Plus, how does that work when Lex and Clark already have a strange and sometimes strained (but sometimes also very intense, in a good way) relationship?

The way I view it, Clark is responsible for Lex, he feels Lex's pack bond a little more intensely than a fellow pack member would. But he's not the knot-headed alpha patriarch who Lex bows down to in all circumstances. He has a certain sway over Lex, but Lex is absolutely able to pluck that pack bond and send reverberations right back at Clark if desired. We saw this in ASOH the first time he deferred to Clark. This reluctant kind of acceptance that they do care about the other and your typical alpha patriarchy stuff doesn't hold power here. But Pack bonds and old-fashioned pack hierarchy -- there's a much more compelling argument to be had there. Lex views himself as an extension of his Pack Alpha and Omega in times of distress; their belief in him is so so important. He can take Clark's anger if it means he still has the Pack bond, if that makes any sense at all.

Where does another alpha wade into that? Well, he does it very carefully. Daniel is a good egg, we've already seen him deferring a LOT to Clark. He's not Pack (yet) but if he was, alphas can coexist in the same pack. I see a lot of folks commenting that they'd butt heads no matter what, but I think that's a very traditional a/b/o trope and not one I want to entrench here. They might have to get used to being around other alphas because they've both been solitary for a while, but they're not fighting just because they're in the same pack. And Daniel absolutely can court and mate Lex, as long as he knows that he's doing it under Bruce and Clark's watchful eye(s). It's kind of like meeting an in-law? Except then you ask that in-law to also formally adopt you. And it's not a parent-child relationship at all.

I think there are definitely things Lex will need from Daniel (proximity, sex, etc support during pregnancy) but there's also things he just can't get from a mate that he needs from his Pack. And Clark plays a large role in that, obviously. Lex might flip out and need to go stubbornly cuddle Bruce in the nest for a night and Clark and Daniel might both get kicked out for a bit. Lex might need Clark to tell him he's doing the right thing and it's okay to be vulnerable with Daniel, etc.

TL;DR: (sorry for rambling) Dan is Lex's alpha, but Clark is his Alpha and therefore one half of his gateway/connection the Pack itself. So Dan needs to be careful wading into this dynamic, but it isn't hostile just because it's two alphas. Not necessarily, in a perfect world.

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Aren’t zoos accredited as wildlife preservation and educational and they use the money from people visiting to help animals and the animals have the option to avoid visitors bc of how their enclosures are set up (which are WAY better than what they used to be and continue to improve)? I’m pretty sure sanctuaries have way less requirements to be labeled as such and that’s how we get stuff like tiger king. Also there’s definitely endangered animals at zoos? Lions and tigers come to mind. Sorry if this seems hostile, I’m genuinely asking questions here bc I’ve always seen zoos as overall good. Like, yeah it sucks people have to go gawk at an animal in an artificial approximation of their natural habitat for them to care but without that then way less improvements would have happened to the various species natural habitats and there’s also rewilding programs etc that zoos do to put animals back in their natural habitats

According to the AZA themselves, about 46% of their accredited zoos are run for profit. Of those that are non-profit, it does not follow that there isn’t a profit incentive, because decision-makers have their salaries and bonuses to consider, which are often performance based. Incidentally, The GW Exotic Animal Park featured in Tiger King was a for-profit zoo, not a sanctuary.

OP was not saying that there aren’t endangered animals in zoos, they said a lot of the animals kept in zoos aren’t endangered. This is true of many popular zoo animals, and it begs the question of how zoos can primarily be about conserving endangered species, when many species bred and housed in zoos are not even at risk. Why are all those other animals there?

Some real conservation success stories have come out of zoos, but this is very much not the standard. Most of the largest conservation and captive breeding programs are run by conservation charities and research institutes, not zoos. Putting an animal on display to the public in an artificial environment is directly antithetical to ever being able to release them. It is highly unlikely that any animal you have ever seen in any zoo will ever be free, and it is almost as unlikely that their children ever will be.

As for education, what can we really learn about wild animals from observing their captive counterparts in completely artificial surroundings, in unnatural social settings? I’m not convinced that the average member of the public who goes to a zoo learns more then they would have by observing wild animals through the lens of expert by watching a documentary than by gawking at animals in cages and scanning over the little signs next to them.

This is true even for academics trying to learn from zoo animals. Some of the most enduring falsities about animal behaviour came from observing animals in zoos, most notably the concept of ruthless, survival of the fittest pack hierarchies in wolves. I mean, do you think it would be wise to come to any conclusions about how humans behave in general, based on how they behave in prisons?

Animals in zoos are in atypical settings and therefore behave atypically, including the prevalence of zoochosis, depression, increased aggression and repetitive stress behaviours. A lion outside of her natural setting, who has never even seen the savannah or an antelope, is fundamentally a different animal. This is true even physically, to a degree that few people realise. The microbiome of captive animals is radically different from wild animals, and we’re only just beginning to scratch the surface of the impact that has on everything from behaviour to feeding.

Conservation needs to focus on the conservation and restoration of wild habitats. I applaud zoos when they do this, but the undeniable fact is that this is just not their priority. Zoos spend very little on these efforts, comparative to what they spend on advertising, for example. Conserving an animal to exist only as an entertainment piece for the amusement of humans is just not meaningful conservation. The real work is being done by conservation organisations, that is where we should be putting our money instead of handing it over to animal entertainment industries.

That is probably enough to give you a basic idea of what the objections to zoos are. It has occurred to me that I don’t have an article going into the detail on this though, so I’ll go away and write one. It’ll appear in my ‘zoos’ tag soon, so check back in a week or two if you’re still interested.

[anjelicawrites]

Fun to be had

Paring: Michael Gavey x reader

Synopsis: you’re studying alone on a Friday night, and decide to, finally, face the weird guy following you. Fun ensues.

Warnings: dry humping in public (in a library), almost getting caught, kissing, biting, scratching, Michael’s accidental stalkerish behaviour.

A/N: reader is AFAB but not described. Where needed, they/them pronouns used.

It’s Friday night and you should be out, getting drunk at the pub or dancing your arse off at the club, instead, you are at the library, different editions of the same poem opened in front of your face, not because you are cramming for a paper, but because you don’t feel like having to deal with people, irritated as you are with life now.

You have those days where you don’t feel like being sociable, instead, you have this need to live through the words of others, pouring over different editions of the same work, until you are satisfied with the results of your own translation. This specific Friday is one of those days, and you are elated that the library is empty, or almost.

You are not truly alone, hidden in this corner because, sitting at the other table of this little nook, there’s a guy.

You are almost positive his name is Michael, Michael something, mathematical genius and nerd at the end of the social hierarchy. The guy who has been following you, changing his sitting place every single time you did in the past few weeks.

You didn’t see it at the start, with the library always packed you started sitting wherever you could find a free spot and thought nothing when he did the same, you didn’t even noticed him!

You realized when you started studying late in the evening.

With the library half empty, this Michael guy could have picked any spot, every single time, instead he kept sitting at a table next to yours, always with a good vantage point. Yet, you kept telling yourself that maybe he just didn’t want to sit somewhere alone in a place which becomes creepy at night time, nothing to truly see here, but, but… If you have to be blunt about it, he doesn’t give you the idea of a chap who is afraid of being alone; if he is who you think he is, then having no friends it’s his norm.

You could have left it at that, forget about the whole thing, but you are curious, far more than what’s healthy for you, so you concocted a plan, quite stupid really, to gauge his reaction. You partner in crime, albeit without knowing it, had been you friend Ellie, who was studying for a chemistry exam, quite complicated and hard to pass. One night you two were studying and she was getting more and more frustrated, you decided to act.

“So.” You asked her. “What do you think about science?”

“Fuck science!” Right on cue she gives you the answer you need.

Staring in the direction of Michael you said loud and clear.

“Yeah, fuck science indeed” right the second he was looking at you.

It might have been a random coincidence, but he became bolder after your little experiment, his eyes not leaving yours whenever you stared up from the books and even changing tables, whenever a spot nearer yours was freed, and he was already sitting somewhere else, as if he wanted you to know what he was doing.

But what was that he was hoping to achieve by acting like a stalker?

You lift your head and there he is, seemingly engrossed in his own work, glasses low on his long nose and the irritation you’ve felt all day spikes up, red and warm in your belly and you know you shouldn’t do a single thing, but pack your stuff and go back to your dorm, you know you should, yet you stare at him again and he’s looking at you, unabashedly, with that pretentious smile on his face and you throw all your good intentions out of the window.

You stand up, the old chair scraping on the floor and march towards him. He looks startled and huffs in surprise when you straddle his legs and pop his thick glasses up his head.

“I think it’s time we greet one another properly, don’t you think? You’ve been following me around, after all!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

In his panic he tries to slide you off himself, but your ground yourself against his body, your hands grabbing the backrest of his chair, forgetting that you are wearing a skirt tonight.

“Care to tell me why you’re acting like a stalker?”

“I’m not a stalker!” He seems to have managed to grasp control back, the mask of surprise gone from his face. “Get off me!”

“I will, when you’ll tell me the truth!”

Michael had noticed you during a sunny afternoon in the library.

He was slaving over some physics homework, more boring than hard for him and he had let his eyes wander, just to distract himself for a moment.

You were sitting at his same table, facing him and a bit on his right side; you had a fortress of books around you and were furiously taking notes, that’s what had made him stop his gaze: how hard you were studying.

Michael knows many people come to the library as a mean to see and be seen by their peer, others truly try to work and can’t hold their focus for too long you, on the other end, didn’t look like the kind of person who would truly work their arse off so early in the semester, yet there you were, making use of the ridiculous amount of colorful post – it notes in your possession. He had snickered when noticing the animal themed stationery you were using and but hey! You shouldn't judge the book from his cover, right?

Almost absentmindedly, he had started looking for you, when at the library, just to see if he was right in his early observation, and you kept surprising him with the way you would single – mindedly concentrate on your work.

One afternoon, it was very late and most people were already gone, he had taken a peak at your notes, while you were looking for another book, curious to know what you were studying with such a passion and discovered it had to do with linguistics. He had no idea what your coursework talked about, but a quick look at your scrambled handwriting, revealed him a smart mind. This was his tipping point, when he had decided that he wanted to get to know you, if only he had the slightest idea how to!

He had never thought that, casually, sitting nearby you would have been stalkerish, it’s just that he doesn’t know how to start a conversation with you, he’s not that kind of guy! If you were in one of his courses, he would have found a way to get to know you better, but you don’t, and you pay your fellow students no mind, when you are at the library. What’s a guy to do but keep an eye on you, waiting for the right moment to act?

After the whole ‘Fuck science’ shenanigans, he had thought you must have caught wind of what he was doing and maybe you would have started something yourself, but you didn’t. Until tonight.

You realize how embarrassing your position is, when his hands fly on your hips to still your movements, and you register his hardening cock against your wet pussy (and when did that happen?)

“Are you done?” He asks, piercing eyes fixated on yours. “I’m Michael, since you wanted to greet me properly. What’s your name?”

You stare at him dumbly. What have you just done?

His hands curl on the meat of your hips and you yelp in surprise. You need to abort this mission, immediately, but now he’s the one who’s not letting you go.

“So?” He says mockingly. “You were in such a hurry to invade my space, and now you’re acting shy?”

He is well aware of how ridiculous the whole setup is, that he should let go, but you are staring at him with wide, surprised eyes, that he can’t help himself and see how far you’ll let him go.

“Talking big from the guy who’s been stalking me for weeks!”

You’re desperately trying to find your footing again; what the hell were you thinking?

“I wasn’t stalking you! You’re truly hard to know!”

“What?”

You need to check your bearings for a second: when did you fall in a Beckett play?

“I just said that you are hard to know.”

“And you thought that… whatever that was, was an actual good idea? Aren’t you supposed to be the smart guy?”

“You are acting dumb yourself, love, straddling your supposed stalker like that!”

The whole situation is so surreal, that the two of you stare at one another, and start laughing, until you are both breathless, and your faces are incredibly close.

He is pretty, extremely so, long eyelashes and high cheekbones, a beautiful, kissable mouth when it’s not curled in his signature, mocking smile. His eyes are slightly unfocused, the brilliant blue losing against the expanding pupil. And he is so warm, his hands on your hips clench and unclench, following the fast rhythm of his breathing.

You hadn’t realize how handsome he is and now he is taking your breath away.

He licks his dry lips and you can’t help but follow the motion, imagining how his tongue would feel against your cunt. Without you even noticing, your hips start moving again against the rough material of his jeans, your lips hovering over his, his hands pushing your closer against his hard cock, you two moan, lips almost touching and he decides to take the matter in his own hands.

Grabbing your nape, he pulls your face towards his, tongue entering your parted mouth without asking for permission, seeking your clumsily, and you let him take the wheel.

He’s desperate in the way he is kissing you, no finesse or control, just his mouth slanted against yours, his tongue fucking your throat and his hands in your hair to keep you where he wants you. You’ve been kissed better, but never with such a passion and need. You can barely breath, your body crushed against his, and you don’t care.

You are both breathless when your lips part, a thin line of spit connecting the two of you.

“Please, tell me you have a condom.” You beg, your forehead finding home against his.

“I don’t. I’ve never -”

The embarrassment in his voice stops you.

Oh Christ on a bike, you think, oh fuck. This, you didn’t expect. Not that you’re an expert yourself, only having a past relationship to account for, but your ex hadn’t been a virgin, you were.

“I’m sorry.” You say, trying to dismount, to no avail, his hands are like manacles on your hips.

“Stay.”

The way he says it, he’s not begging you, he’s telling you what to do and you feel it in your cunt, molten heath growing there, expanding in your tummy, turning your legs into jelly.

“I’m not going to have unprotected sex.”

Michael cocks his head to the side, his eyes dark with need.

Never, not even in his wildest dreams, he had imagined to find himself in this position. If he’s not going to have sex with you, and he will not without a condom, he’s not stupid, he still wants to quench the thirst he sees in your eyes and feels in his own loins.

“Me neither.” He pushes you downward against his painfully hard cock, the friction delicious and cruel.

You hide a moan against his neck, your lips landing where his pulse is, sucking the sweaty skin with desperation. You start canting your hips again against the rough material of his jeans, his hands helping you find the right angle against his erection, pain and pleasure take possession of your body, your lips desperate on his, your teeth biting his lower lip and he forces you even tighter against his crotch and it hurts, the pleasure burns your skin when he grinds your hips, your clit feeling the brunt of his punishment even through the layers your are wearing. Your hands grab his hair and his hide under your skirt, his long fingers grabbing your ass, squeezing hard, nails catching in worn fabric: he needs you, needs to become one with you.

He whimpers when you bite his shoulder through his sweater, one hand finds its way under your jumper and rakes down your back, you whimper, so close, so close.

Your orgasm shatters you, your teeth biting Michael’s shoulder harder and deeper as he keeps rutting against you; you want to tell him it’s too much but he’s making delicious sounds, half strangled moans of pleasure that inflame your body again, a smaller orgasm hitting you when he comes, his face hidden against your neck.

“Is anyone there?”

The haziness of pleasure is broken the second you hear footsteps heading in your direction, and panic follows.

Mrs Daniels, the librarian pokes her head in the small alcove at the far end of the library.

“Sorry to interrupt you.” She says. “Did you hear strange sounds just now?”

The two students stare owlishly at her: poor kids must be studying their arses off. They look like they’ve just ran a marathon, hair sticking at weird angles, and the boy’s cheeks are apple red. Youngsters these days!

“No. We were having a chat, a little break.” Says the one behind a huge row of books.

“Yeah, we were just chatting.” Adds the one she thinks is named Michael, with a smile she can’t truly decipher.

“Oh well, I must have been mistaken then, there’s only the two of you around at this point. Goodnight then.”

The second you two are positive the older woman is far away enough, you two start laughing, barely hiding your guffaws behind your hands.

“Well.” You manage to finally say. “That was close!”

You try not to feel embarrassed when your eyes land on Michael, whose stare is piercing behind his thick glasses.

“Yeah. And I still don’t know your name.”

Heath pools in your lower tummy at the way his voice is low and raspy, desire clear in the way he rakes his eyes down your body.

“You can always come by my dorm and find out.”

Christ, the way Michael’s lips curve, tells you he’s going to discover more than your name tonight.

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

[dykekarkat]

In honour of the new aftg omegaverse au stuffs blowing up, I neeeeeed your thoughts and feelings on it all

hi hi ^-^ omegaverse extremely fun to me and the thing i love about it with aftg the most is that there's so much range and different ways you can work with it. also because while there are staples to worldbuilding a lot of it is dealer's choice! here's a quick run down of how id separate the aftg characters by subgender

alphas: andrew, allison, dan, kevin, wymack, bee

betas: riko, matt, seth, katelyn, abby

omegas: aaron, nicky, neil, renee, jean

anyway im just gonna spew some andreil hcs and world building at you so enjoy.

my favorite part to work with personally is the omegaverse idea of dominance cus its soo interesting to me. obviously the whole wolves have alphas and omegas study was debunked ages ago, but there are still a ton of dominant and submissive actions meant to make living within a pack less tumultuous. that's why i like the existence of commands because its so interesting to think about Why they would evolve to exist. strongest alpha must be listened to so that pack tensions don't exist? a way to make sure the strongest alpha always has access to a mate for ruts? humans are still social animals in omegaverse so competition for resources is the main reason a dominance hierarchy would exist (with things like commands) and the most important resource (wrt evolution) is a mate. it would make sense for the main form of sexual selection in omegaverse to be scent, but the existence of mating bonds and marks would imply that they're evolving from a species that had a pair bonded mating system (think wolves vs chimps).

this is also why i like making neil a lone wolf / feral omega. he doesn't respond to traditional showings of dominance (like commands) because his pack and bonding instincts are Fucked (courtesy of mary). it's also because i wanted a way to showcase how much of a stubborn asshole he is in canon. too often neil is made an omega and then is suddenly a submissive character...as if andrew wasnt like "you'll just learn to do what i say" and then got walked like a dog by neil for 3 books. also andrew does not use commands at all despite being an extremely strong alpha bcus commands were used against him as a child. the fact that he'll never be able to command neil even on accident is a huge relief to him and a big part of why they're able to get together eventually.

scenting is used as a bonding activity And an affirmation of pack hierarchy, you also have the additional reading of emotions which is so fun when you place neil repressed josten and andrew apathetic minyard in the same room. since scenting is used as a pack bonding experience, neil did Not grow up with it and was eventually forbidden from it by mary. this means he's supperr sensitive to scenting (turns into goo basically) but i dont think he'd be comfortable being vulnerable until baltimore within the aftg timeline. andrew is still not a fan of touch but he regularly scents his packmates as a way to ward off others and bcus hes a protective possessive little shit. since neil refuses to be scented by andrew despite joining his pack post kathy, andrew ends up giving him a lot of his (heavily scented) clothes. neil is sitting there like wow this probably won't awaken anything in me (wrong).

when it comes to heats and ruts neil presented early (at ten and partly the catalyst for mary running) and andrew presented late (post juvie probably around 15-16?). both presenting late and early are indications of a high stress / traumatic environment as a child, andrew was dreading presenting but thought he got away with being a beta (not so). neil's early presentation meant mary got started Early on the internalized hatred and rejection of his instincts. personally im a fan of heats and ruts being a loss of control and rational thought becausd it's like what if you were at your most vulnerable and it ended up being okay. andrew joins neil for his heats early into their relationship (separation anxiety real) but he's not comfortable with neil joining his ruts until way later, probably towards the end of his time at palmetto. ruts and heats dont necessarily need to be sexual i just think its more fun that way ngl.

anyway gonna cut myself off here...omegaverse so fun...so fresh...we must forget shame and continue getting freaky with it...

[halfcow-halfboy]

(technically this was meant to go before the Abbey with all the other ghoul stuff but I still hadn't entirely fleshed this out but I was excited and wanted to keep my momentum going so apologies for technically out of order lore)

The Pit

Hidden within the lowest ring of Hell, The Pit is the crucible from which ghouls are forged — not created, but unearthed. It is where instinct rules, where there is no time, no language, and no thought beyond survival. All ghouls begin here.

Atmosphere and Terrain

Perpetually dark, lit only by bursts of glowing magma or the glimmer of exposed hellstone.

A landscape of jagged black rock, chasm-thin rivers of fire, steaming vents, and deep burrows dug by the ghouls themselves.

The air is thick, like syrup — and full of heat, growls, shrieks, and the constant pulse of footfalls, claws, and teeth.

There is no sky. Just weight, pressing downward.

Behaviour in the Pit

All ghouls in the Pit exist in a state of feral chaos. There are only two drives:

Fighting — to establish dominance, defend territory, or just because another ghoul looked wrong.

Fucking — driven by instinct and need, no emotional connection, no words.

These interactions leave ghouls:

Bruised

Scarred

Often missing pieces (Phantom’s horn is a classic example — it was snapped off during a dominance fight hours before his summoning).

Mating in the Pit does not result in pregnancy — the magic of Hell prevents it until they are brought topside and stabilised.

Hierarchy and Packless Nature

There are no packs in the Pit. No mates. No names. Ghouls here are unnamed, faceless, unspoken. If one dies (rare), another simply takes their place — like a fire spitting up another spark.

They are entirely mindless, until summoned — at which point they must spend up to a year adjusting to:

Language

Sentience

Social norms

Restraining the fight-or-fuck reflex

This is why ghouls are considered dangerous early on. It's also why Papa’s involvement is crucial — his energy helps shape their mental form and give them structure.

The Summoning Pull

When a summoning is performed topside, the Pit reacts. The ground splits and glows, and a hand of Hell reaches down to randomly seize one ghoul. There is no choice — even those mid-fight or mid-sex are taken. They’re dragged from chaos to a quiet room, naked, blinking, stunned.

Imagine:

One second, they're biting through someone’s neck.

The next, they’re on a cold Abbey floor, surrounded by candles and a robed man chanting.

Recovery and Relearning

The first year after summoning is sacred. It’s called the Reforging Year, and it includes:

Learning language (their own infernal tongue + Latin + English/Swedish depending on need)

Learning restraint

Choosing a name

Discovering gender and identity (ghouls do not know their gender in the Pit — they feel it upon surfacing)

[insociometry]

Hiiii Insooo,

Me again lol 🫶🏻

One of your recent posts mentioned the jealousy levels the boys feel towards each other regarding our MC (Which was kind of surprising to me but does make sense when I think about it)

I don’t know if you want to go into detail so soon but I would like to know if the jealousy levels are different between each member, so just for the purpose of a random example: Felix feels a higher amount of jealousy towards Changbin than towards Hyunjin when it comes to MC.

You know what I mean?

I would love to hear your thoughts on this 🥰

All the love 🤍

Stella xx

Hi again! 🫶 This answer is super long, so buckle in!

I definitely know what you mean! And I do agree that it depends a lot, not just on the relationships between the members, but also on the perceived status quo within the pack. Let me explain!

Within this particular A/B/O universe, there’s a sort of ever-present, ever-changing alpha hierarchy; and a lot of things go into that, but being an omega’s favorite is a pretty major boon. It’s like if you’ve proved yourself to an omega enough to be their favorite or one of their favorites, that makes you pretty exceptional… or something? 😊

The boys don’t have a large or very traditional pack, but the instinct is there! I think you actually first hear about this mechanic through a few of the boys’ POVs, from Changbin and then from Han; here’s a snippet of Han’s thoughts on it from chapter 12:

Maybe it’s natural alpha instincts at play, the needling itch to win the favor of the pack omega, despite you not being pack and not even definitely being an omega: he doesn’t need to be your only, but he’d like to be your favorite. At the very least, he doesn’t want to fall behind.

Comparatively, our omega MC who isn’t in a pack and isn’t very in-tune with her secondary gender doesn’t really think about it until it comes up more directly in chapter 18. Even then, compared to Han's feelings-based description, it’s a little… academic? Distant? Sort of a theoretical thing she doesn’t really think applies to her life hahahaha

Alphas are expected to put in work to earn omegas’ favor, so being acknowledged by an omega — or even being their favorite — earns prestige in the ever-changing hierarchy among alphas. And there are the more physical bonuses, too: scenting, nest access, sharing heats and ruts, even having children.

So on top of the normal interpersonal jealousy stuff (ie “the girl I have a crush on likes me and also my friend”), there’s this kind of added social mechanic: MC liking a particular boy doesn’t just mean that she likes him, but also in some way gives him a leg up in this eternal dominance wrassling fest that is alpha/alpha friendships and relationships.

This favoritism issue becomes a really big deal in later chapters, and there’s actually a lot of screen time dedicated to it. So you definitely see that some boys are more jealous of certain packmates than others, and you can kind of analyze where that comes from, too: if they think that pack member is receiving a lot of your attention already, if you accepted a gift from him recently, if he thinks that pack member is your favorite, where he thinks he himself lies in the hierarchy of your favor… And then, of course, what his relationship is like with that pack member, what their personalities are like, how competitive they are in general, how they deal with conflict, that kind of thing.

Generally the boys are going to be more competitive with whoever they think the current favorite is, though obviously it depends a lot by person. So like (spoilers incoming) Chan thinks you favor Felix and is pretty chill about it, even if his self-perceived lower spot on the favoritism hierarchy makes him a little sad; Changbin thinks I.N is the favorite and has decided to be okay with it, to the best of his ability; I.N doesn’t really think you have a favorite but still hasn’t really figured out a way to be completely okay with it. Lino cares a little less about who your favorite within the pack is, but at one point he freaks out and gets really jealous of a stranger out of nowhere. Felix thinks Seungmin is on a similar spot on the favoritism hierarchy as he is, so he can be a little competitive with him; Seungmin thinks Felix is a lot higher than him, so he’s pretty threatened by him. It’s all a mess of individual personality and social dynamics and whatnot, all tied up and tangled together.

The worst offenders though are hyunsung… Hyunjin and Han think the other is your favorite, and it’s kind of a whole thing, and they compete over it and generally kind of make it MC’s problem. It’s kind of interesting comparing Hyunjin’s reaction to your interactions with Han (who he assumes is your favorite) to your interactions with, say, Felix (who he finds less threatening, and might place farther down the favoritism pecking order than he himself is); so instead of intense jealousy, we get reactions like this:

“Easy,” Felix mumbles, eyes scrunching in his smile as he gently pulls you back into his chest. “Jinnie was just trying to tell you that your food is here.” He’s so pretty that it takes a moment for the words to process. When they do, you turn to your other side to find Hyunjin, his hand still on your knee. His dark eyes take in yours and Felix’s pressed-together bodies with an intensity that makes your pulse stutter, his tongue peeking out to wet his lip.

Someone get this man a drink of water! Maybe two! He’s dying of thirst!

For the record, by the way, the favoritism hierarchy is not real… MC spends approximately ten thousand years saying over and over that she doesn’t have favorites, but nobody believes her 😭 Justice for MC… Even if the boys sat down and compared notes on the topic, I don’t think any of them could agree on an order. Because there isn’t one!!! Silly boys.

That’s basically my whole explanation! Here’s a scene from chapter 40 related to the topic, if you’re interested 😊 A fun spoilery bonus for making it this far:

“I think Changbin-hyung thinks I’m your favorite,” Jeongin says then, apropos of nothing. Startled, you glance down at him to find him already watching you, amusement flickering like a flame in his eyes. “I used to think Yongbok-hyung was your favorite,” he continues. “I think he used to, too. It seemed that way in the beginning; you two talked a lot.” You had talked a lot, back in those early days, before you’d met up in person again and started worrying about getting a crush on someone you couldn’t have. Those worries caught up to the rest of them, too, but you had recoiled from Felix the most obviously: your English name in his pretty mouth, his thumb on your lip, his eyes starry and adoring. You wince at the memory. “Jeongin-ah…” “I know, I know,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and back, thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hip. He’s so big; he curls so effortlessly around you. “You don’t have favorites. I didn’t used to believe it, but I do now. But not all of the guys are there yet, you know?" Unfortunately, you do know. You bite your lip, feeling guilty. “Don’t tell him I told you,” you confess, confident that Jeongin will continue to be your faithful little secret keeper, just as he has been, “but Hyunjin thinks I like Jisung the most.” Jeongin laughs again. “Oh, I know. Hannie-hyung thinks the same of him, though, so I think they’re even.” That would make sense, with the way they treat each other when you’re in the picture. It’s obvious they’re very close — but they both grow on edge when you spend time with the other. You think about Hyunjin’s reaction on the balcony, about Jisung refusing to meet your eye at the table; if Hyunjin tends towards fighting for your affections, you think that maybe Jisung sulks. Not that it stops him from competing in his own way, you suppose. Suddenly, Jisung’s ring is a heavy weight around your neck — like a leash. Like a collar. Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around the top of Jeongin’s head and squeeze it like a stuffed animal. “Seungmin accused me of favoritism, too,” you say miserably. “What am I supposed to do?” Jeongin’s voice is muffled, not even trying to escape as he continues stroking soothing circles on your back. “They’ll be fine, noona. Just do whatever you want. Don’t worry about them.” Leaning back, you pout at him. “That’s terrible advice.” “Well, it’s true,” he says with a shrug. “We’ll figure it out. Just don’t go anywhere, and spend a lot of time with us, and it will definitely get better. Promise.” He’s easy to be around: bright and reassuring, surprisingly level-headed, and confident in the things that count. You sigh wistfully, scratching him behind the ear like a puppy as you resist the urge to say once again that they’re going to be the ones leaving you. “When did my Innie become so wise, hm?” His eyes sparkle at the use of ‘my’, smile smug. “I’ve always been wise."

[amybizarre]

Angels and Demons AU

Can be applied to any series of the Steve Cinematic Universe, or anything really. The concept is quite versatile.

This is an old AU I made back in 22. Recently got back into it and the concept and thought I'd share! And, yes, I know, this kind of AU has been done all over the place, but this is different, I promise! Just hear me out-

AU under the cut. :3

Despite this specific concept having been done a loooot, here we go! All the good guys are angels and the bad guys are demons. But I'd like to add some more depth and a twist to it! It's not just gonna be: "Oh, this guy is an angel, this one is a demon!" No. There's different kinds of angels and demons. And there won't be any shapeshifting. One cannot hide who or what they are. You' re an angel? Well damn, you can't hide your wings from anyone! You're a demon? Same story with your horns, claws or whatever.

About the different types:

Angels are generally based on birds, which also defines what their wings and tails will look like. For example: A Falcon-Angel. A very fast and skilled flyer with usually good eyesight and beige-brown spotted wings. Or a Dove-Angel: Bright white wings and usually very patient and kind.

There's also a clearly set hierarchy for angels, which says that certain types of angels are "purer" or "cleaner" than others. The concept behind this order is the following: The brighter and whiter your wings are, the higher you stand in the hierarchy. Highest are of course any white kinds of birds, followed by colorful birds like parrots or hummingbirds. Then come any brownish kinds of birds. Closely behind those come greyish patterned ones and then black-and-white birds. At the very bottom are black kinds of birds.

Therefore, how you are treated by other angels and what your job and place in society is, strongly depends on the color of your wings. Are they white, you're basically royalty. Are they black.... Let's just say you're pretty much fucked-

Yeah! I think it's needless to say that angels have established a functioning society with set rules and stuff like that.

Demons on the other hand are much more primitive. They either live alone as rogues or band together in small packs, clans, groups, whatever. Main rules always are: Eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. Be strong and live or be weak and die.

Yeah, it sucks to be a demon. (But it can also suck to be an angel, if you're unlucky-)

Demons are based on all other kinds of animals aside birds. They can also be sorted into several categories: Common, semi-rare, rare and legendary. The closer an animals abilities, that the demon is representing, are to flying, the rarer they are. Or their diet also determines how rare a kind is.

Predatorial kinds like wolf-demons are quite common, but herbivores like goats are already semi-rare, because I can imagine it being quite hard to survive as a peaceful plant-eater, when everyone else around you is a predator. But that means, since herbivores are semi-rare, they're also more powerful. I like to think, that they can tank a lot more hits than a common demon. Any animal-type that is capable of gliding around, like certain types of squirrels (I don't know their name rn) is rare, not because of their diet, but because the angels would hunt them down. More about the conflicts later though. And the legendary demons are animal-types besides birds that can fly. Like bats for example. Or fantasy animals like dragons or even phoenixes.

These demons might be so rare, that only a couple of them have been known to have existed throughout the entire history of this realm. Hence the classification "Legendary". They're also insanely powerful and no-one knows their true full potential, for it has never been seen before.

Now about the conflicts: Angels view the sky as sacred and worship it. They have sworn to keep it "pure" and "clean". Which basically means that no other being is allowed to fly in it, other than angels themselves and birds. That is why they hunt and kill any demon, that looks like it could fly.

Angels generally view demons as uncultured, dirty and unpredictable animals. Which isn't necessarily true. Demons just don't have a complex society like angels do. And they don't have the opprtunity to build one in the first place, since the angels are secretly keeping them down.

Which in return has the demons mad and hating the angels. While the angels want to keep the demons low and on an animal like status, the demons want to overthrow the angels and destroy/ take over their society in return.

And it doesn't help, that angels and demons cannot touch each other. (TWIST!) It's the biggest reason for the separation and isolation between the two groups. If an angel and a demon (be it accidentaly) touched skin to skin, both of them would get burned, as if they've touched acid. If they touch skin to hair, feather or horn it would wither away, crumble apart and fall out altogehter, without ever growing back, leaving permanent damage in all cases.

A romance between angels and demons is therefore pretty much impossible. However, there is a type of gem, that allows such physical contact. If its harvested and broken into two pieces, with one of them being given to an angel and one to the demon, then these two can touch without burning. But only these two, and only if they're carrying the crystal in a way, that it's touching their skin.

Unfortunatley this gem is only considered a myth and nobody knows for sure if it exists or not.

Also, the angels live on floating islands high above ground, that can only be accessed via flight. The demons inhabit all groundland below.

Angels view any land below their islands as "dirty, forsaken and dangerous", since it's inhabited by the demons.

Possible Story Idea:

(For Steve Saga or Rainbow Quest) A short backstory on how Dark became Nightmare's ally? Dark isn't a demon. He is a raven-angel with the blackest wings ever seen. He's had it tuff with the angels and caused lots of trouble there. Eventually he got banned by the high council, which is one of the most horrible things that can happen to an angel. Getting banned means, that high officials will break an angels wings and throw them off the edge of their islands. If you survive the fall and what you do afterwards is all in your hands from there on. Anyways, Nightmare finds the badly injured and barely breathing Dark and drags him back to his den. There he originally planned on turning him into a pet of sorts, but when Nightmare discovers that Dark is driven by the same hate against angels than him, he quickly makes Dark his partner in crime instead.

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ship: omega!midoriya x fem!alpha!reader warnings: non-explicit (idk y'all i made it kinda angsty 😩) word count: 4.6k a/n: Y'all forgive me, I wanted to be mean to deku🫣 also, inspired by one of my fav bloggers @yanderenightmare AMAZING Alpha!Katsuki x Omega!Reader oneshot here. Plz check it out, y'all it's so well written i wanna snort it like coke 😩❤️❤️

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You've always known you were destined for greatness, coming from a long line of superhero alphas whose feats were the stuff of legend.

From the moment you could understand the world around you, your ears were filled with tales of valor and strength, stories of how your ancestors used their formidable quirks to save lives and maintain peace.

It was no surprise, then, that on your 5th birthday, amidst the excitement and anticipation, your own quirk manifested, revealing an ability to manipulate plants, control their growth at will, and harness their natural forces.

This power was not just an extension of your being; it was a testament to the lineage you hailed from, a legacy you were born to continue.

With each passing year, your pride swelled. It became not just a part of you but defined you.

By the time you presented as an alpha on your 15th birthday, you were fully entrenched in the belief system that had been passed down through generations.

The world, as you saw it, was divided among Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, with Alphas reigning supreme. To you, it was the natural order of things, a hierarchy that had always been and would always be.

High school became your kingdom, the sprawling hallways your dominion. You moved through the throngs of students like a predator, your Beta lackeys trailing behind, hanging onto your every word as if it were law.

They craved your approval, your attention, and you thrived on it—each detention, each act of rebellion, a badge of honor that solidified your place at the top.

Today was no different. You were walking down the crowded corridor, the noise of chattering students filling the air, when you spotted her: Uraraka Ochaco, the timid omega who somehow always managed to catch your eye in the most irritating way.

She was clutching her books to her chest like a lifeline, her head down as she tried to navigate the packed hallway, avoiding everyone's gaze.

A wicked smirk twisted your lips.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, so utterly out of place among the alphas and betas that dominated the school.

It was almost too easy.

You cut through the crowd with a predatory grace, your lackeys snickering behind you as you made a beeline for her.

"Hey, Ochaco," you hissed, her name rolling off your tongue with a predatory sneer. The way her head snapped up, eyes wide and frightened, was almost laughable.

As you backed her into a corner, the crowd seeming to instinctively part around you as if sensing the brewing confrontation.

She tried to shrink away, her shoulders hunched as her back pressed against the wall, eyes darting around for an escape. "H-Hi, L/N-san," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, like she was afraid even to speak.

"Oh, come on, you don't need to be so formal with me, Ochaco," you drawled mockingly, your voice dripping with false sweetness. You leaned in closer, your hand darting out to knock the books from her grip. They hit the ground with a dull thud, scattering papers everywhere. "We're just friends, right?"

The hallway was slowly emptying out as students hurried to lunch, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. Your smirk widened as you took in her panicked expression.

It was just the two of you now, your lackeys standing a little way off, watching with cruel interest. And the sight of her, so vulnerable and afraid, only spurred you on.

"Oops, my bad~" you sung insincerely, leaning down to pick up one of her books only to toss it further down the hallway, your eyes never leaving her face. "You know, Ochaco, you're always so clumsy. It's almost like you don't belong here." The casual malice in your voice made her flinch, her hands trembling as she tried to gather her scattered belongings.

You stepped closer, invading her personal space, towering over her as you tapped her forehead lightly with your index finger. "You're an Omega, Ochaco. Do you know what that means?" you asked, your voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "It means you're nothing. Worthless. A waste of space among us Alphas."

Your lackeys laughed at your words, one of them chiming in, "And useless—don't forget how dumb they are without us! She couldn't even answer a simple question in class."

"Yeah, how embarrassing," you added with a cruel smile, your canines flashing in a display of undisputed dominance. The predatory glint in your eyes mirrored the sharpness of your words, each syllable aimed to wound. "Almost like your tiny Omega brain can't keep up with us, huh?"

She winced, her eyes welling up with unshed tears, but she bit her lip, trying to keep them from falling. You clicked your tongue in mock sympathy, reaching out to flick her cheek lightly, as if scolding a child. "There, there, there. No need to cry. It's just reality. You're here for nothing but our will and pleasure, and that's okay."

The sharp intake of her breath was satisfying, and you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Always stumbling over your own feet, aren't you, Ochaco? It's like watching a toddler try to walk." You reached out again, this time brushing a stray tear from her cheek with the back of your hand. "Remember last time? When you actually tried to stand up for yourself? That was cute. Hilarious, but cute."

"Y-You're so mean to m-me, ____-chan," she hiccuped, her voice quivering like a delicate leaf in the wind, pressing herself further into the wall as if it could shield her from your words.

You could see the tears brimming in her wide brown eyes now, her lower lip trembling as she struggled to hold back the sobs threatening to escape.

The sight only made you feel more powerful, more in control. "Ah, will you ever get it? You're pathetic," you sneered, your voice low and harsh. "All you're good for is—"

"Hey!"

The sudden, sharp voice cut through the air like a whip, and you turned your head, irritation flashing in your eyes. Aizawa Shota stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his usually tired eyes narrowed in disapproval.

Your lackeys, ever the cowards, took a step back, their earlier bravado evaporating under the teacher's stern gaze. They exchanged nervous glances before slinking away, leaving you standing alone. "Tch, pussies," you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes as they scurried off.

With a heavy sigh, you recognized the end of your entertainment and pushed yourself away from the tearful omega. "Here we go," you muttered with a scowl, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

Aizawa was an omega, yet despite this, there was an undeniable aura of authority around him, a quiet strength that demanded attention and obedience.

As he walked over, his eyes shifted to Ochaco, his expression softening slightly as he took in her tear-streaked face. "Uraraka-chan, are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle in contrast to the harshness he had directed at you.

She nodded shakily, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, still trembling. "Y-Yes, Aizawa-sensei."

"Good. Get to lunch." He waited until she had gathered her things and fled down the hall before turning his attention back to you.

"And you," he said, his voice hard again, eyes boring into yours with a quiet fury that had your pride roaring in your chest. "Detention," he stated firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Letting out a string of curses under your breath, you storm out of the detention room, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind you with a thud.

The school corridors were mostly deserted now, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun that filtered through the tall windows.

The detention shtick from Aizawa for bullying didn't faze you in the slightest.

What pissed you off was the inconvenience of missing your scheduled car pick-up, which meant now having to explain to your mother why you were late.

As you texted your driver that you were coming right out, you couldn't help but wonder how Aizawa had managed to catch you in the act.

It was usually an alpha or beta teacher patrolling the halls, and they always let you off with a mere slap on the wrist, dismissing your behavior as "growing hormones" or some other bullshit. But this time was different.

This time, Aizawa had seen through you, giving you a proper chewing out.

He'd gone on a long lecture about how unfair it was to use your secondary gender against Ochaco, spouting things like "respect" and "fair treatment" like you gave a damn about his bleeding-heart ideals.

You couldn't help but wonder if someone had tipped him off.

You rounded a corner, still simmering with anger, when a familiar, timid voice caught your attention. "T-Thank you for alerting the staff, once again."

You paused, curiosity piqued, as a deeper, unfamiliar voice replied, "It was no issue, but you need to understand I'm not going to always be around. You have to start standing up for yourself."

Peeking around the corner, you spotted Ochaco standing with a stranger. From your vantage point, you could only see his back and the unmistakable mess of fluffy green hair.

Ochaco stuttered out another thank you, giving him a short bow before hurrying away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.

Hidden from view, your gaze narrowed as the figure turned back to his locker to pack up for the day. The sight of his side profile—soft jawline, focused expression, and completely unaware of your presence—only fueled your anger further.

How dare he interfere and get you in trouble? Who did he think he was?

Seething in silence as you watched him leave, you made a silent vow to remember his face—to exact revenge when the opportunity presented itself.

No one challenged your authority without facing the consequences.

The encounter with the nameless savior did more than just bruise your ego; it sparked a fiery obsession within you. His unassuming demeanor and fluffy green hair, coupled with his audacity to challenge your dominance, marked him as your next target.

In the weeks that followed your initial encounter, every moment not spent in class or detention was dedicated to gathering information on him.

You observed him from a distance, noting his routines, his interactions, and the way he seemed to drift through the school, almost invisible to everyone but you.

It was during lunch one day, as you sat in the crowded cafeteria with your lackeys, that you spotted him again. He was at the other end of the room, sitting alone, his lunch tray untouched in front of him as he pored over a notebook, completely engrossed in whatever he was writing.

The sight of him, isolated yet content in his solitude, piqued your interest even further.

In a moment of passing curiosity, you leaned over to a Beta—Kaminari Denki—sitting next to you, one of the many who sought to curry favor with you. You asked nonchalantly, "Who's that?" nodding subtly in the direction of the green-haired Omega, not wanting to draw too much attention.

Denki's eyes lit up at the opportunity to provide information, eager to gain your approval. He darted his eyes towards the mentioned male, then back to you, a frown forming on his lips just looking at him alone left a bad taste in his mouth. "That's Midoriya Izuku," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. "He's an Omega, but thinks he's something special. Always going on about being a hero, as if he could ever stand a chance."

Interest piqued, you continued to watch Izuku, your curiosity deepening with the Beta's every word. "He's a target for bullies, especially Bakugo Katsuki. But it's his own fault, always trying to play the hero, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," Denki added, his frown deepening.

The mention of Katsuki, an alpha known for his volatile temperament, intrigued you further. "Bakugo, huh?" you mused more to yourself than to the Beta beside you.

"Yeah, and Midoriya just takes it. Never fights back. Thinks he’s being noble or something," Denki scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "It's pathetic, really. He's delusional; he thinks he can actually challenge an Alpha and make a difference."

This newfound information provided by the Beta painted a complex picture of Izuku that was both intriguing and slightly infuriating. Here was an Omega who dared to dream beyond his societal station, exhibiting a resilience and determination that was, in its own way, admirable.

Yet, according to the Beta, his actions were seen as foolish, a futile attempt at heroism.

As you turned your attention back to your meal, your thoughts churned.

Your gaze lingered on Izuku for a few moments longer before you turned back to your meal, your thoughts racing. The more you mulled over the Beta's words, the more your initial intrigue twisted into disdain.

Knowing Izuku was an Omega, the very notion that he dared to challenge the societal hierarchy—and by extension, you—ignited a deeper sense of animosity within you.

How dare he dream beyond his station, and more audaciously, act in ways that subtly defied the unspoken rules that governed your world?

The very idea that Izuku, with his quiet demeanor and lofty aspirations, could consider standing up to the likes of you or even imagine himself as a hero was almost laughable. It was a direct affront to the natural order, to the superiority you had been taught from birth was your birthright as an Alpha.

As lunch continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Izuku, each look fueling your growing resentment. His mere presence, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence, unaware of or perhaps indifferent to the social turmoil around him, grated on you.

In your world, Omegas were subservient, not silently rebellious or aspirational beyond the roles prescribed to them. Izuku's defiance, however passive, was a blemish on the natural hierarchy you upheld.

You resolved then, with a cold certainty, to put Izuku Midoriya in his place. It wasn't just about reasserting your dominance anymore; it was about reinforcing the very principles that you believed made the world turn.

If Izuku represented a challenge to those principles, then it was your duty, as an Alpha and as a defender of the status quo, to quash that challenge.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and pulling you from your reverie. As you stood up, tossing your trash into the bin, your mind was already weaving plans.

Midoriya Izuku, you're gonna learn your place...one way or another.

Finally, you found the right time to confront him.

It was a regular day, the sun sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as clubs dispersed for the evening.

You had meticulously positioned yourself near Izuku's locker, blending in with the dwindling crowd, waiting like a predator lying in wait for its prey.

Your eyes never left the spot where you knew he would appear, each passing minute only heightening your anticipation.

The hallway began to empty, the once-bustling corridors now quieting to a low murmur as students made their way home.

That's when you saw him moving with an almost cautious gait, his steps quiet and measured. He didn't notice you at first, too absorbed in gathering his things.

Perfect.

You watched him for a moment longer, letting the tension build, savoring the sense of control that came from knowing he was oblivious to the storm about to descend upon him. As he turned to leave, you chose that moment to step out from around the corner, your presence like a shadow creeping into his awareness.

"Izuku, was it?" you called out, your voice slicing through the lingering chatter of departing students. You took slow, deliberate steps toward him, each one echoing ominously in the almost empty corridor.

The sound made several remaining students glance your way, but seeing who you were, they quickly averted their gazes and hurried along, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

Izuku froze mid-step, his body tensing as he recognized your voice. His head turned, eyes wide and wary as he took in your approaching form.

For a split second, he looked almost hopeful that you might walk past him, that this confrontation could be avoided. But when your predatory smile widened, that hope faded, replaced by a resigned resolve that only served to fuel your desire to break him down.

Immediately, you sought to intimidate him, a tactic you knew all too well.

You wasted no time, your hand shooting out to knock his belongings from his grasp. The books and papers scattered across the floor, some of them sliding under the lockers with a harsh scraping sound. Izuku barely had time to react before you were upon him, using your smaller frame to back him up against the cold metal of his locker, effectively cornering him.

Despite the fact he was taller than you, he hunched his shoulders, his gaze flicking to the floor as if he could somehow make himself smaller, less noticeable, less of a target. But there was something in his eyes, a flicker of something that wasn't quite fear—was it defiance? Courage? Or merely resignation to yet another confrontation?

Your eyes narrowed as you studied him, your lips curling into a sneer. "It's come to my attention that a little Omega like you've been playing hero," you began, your tone dripping with mockery, each word laced with venom. You let the word "hero" hang in the air, your voice inflecting it with such disdain that it twisted the concept into something ugly and laughable.

"Standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves?" you continued, stepping closer, invading his space until there was barely a breath between you. "Is that it, Midoriya? Is that what you think you are? A hero?" You drawled the word out slowly, your lips pulling back in a cruel smile as you leaned in, eager to see his reaction to the bait you were laying out before him.

Izuku's jaw tightened, his eyes darting to the scattered papers on the floor, and then back to you. He straightened slightly, a flash of that defiance surfacing as he met your gaze head-on. "I'm just doing what's right..." he said quietly, his voice steady despite the slight tremor in his hands. "...helping those who need it."

You scoffed, your hand darting out to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Helping?" you echoed, your voice a harsh whisper. "You really think you're some kind of hero, don't you? How dare you even think of being a hero and saving others when you can't even save yourself from a simple bully?"

You shoved his chin away roughly, satisfaction sparking in your chest as his head hit the locker with a soft thud. He winced but didn't back down, his green eyes glaring at you with a stubbornness that was both infuriating and oddly intriguing.

"Bakugo Katsuki, if I'm not mistaken, yeah?" you sneered, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head to the side, your eyes gleaming with malice. "Isn't he the one who's always putting you in your place? Always reminding you of what you really are?"

Mentioning Katsuki was a low blow, an attempt to remind Izuku of his vulnerabilities and failures. You watched him closely, searching for any sign that your words had found their mark—a flicker of hurt, a moment of hesitation, something that would show he was affected.

His reaction was immediate. His usually slouched frame straightened, and he turned to face you fully, his expression unreadable, a blank mask that gave nothing away.

"Everyone deserves someone to stand up for them, no matter their status," Izuku replied, his voice steady and firm, a stark contrast to the mocking tone you had used.

Bingo.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound sharp and echoing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. "And what about you, Midoriya?" you taunted, taking a step closer, deliberately invading his personal space, your eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Who's gonna stand up for you?" You let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching as his gaze narrowed slightly, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Seems to me like you could use someone to protect you from, well... people like me," you sneered, your voice dripping with false sympathy. You leaned in, your breath brushing against his cheek as you whispered, "So tell me, how does it feel knowing no one's coming to save you?"

There was a slight narrowing of Izuku's eyes. However, his stance remained unchanged, unwavering in the face of your provocation. "I don't need saving. Not from you or anyone else," his voice carried a quiet confidence that seemed to fill the space between you, a confidence that made your stomach twist with irritation.

The boldness of his statement was grating, coming from someone you perceived to be just another Omega, someone who, by all accounts, should have been easy to dominate and intimidate.

Yet here he was, standing his ground, challenging the very foundations of the hierarchy you had been taught to uphold.

The audacity of his response fueled your anger further. With a swift movement, you shoved him into the locker, the metal clanging loudly as you gripped the front of his uniform, your face inches from his. "Careful, Omega," you growled, your voice a low, dangerous rumble, your nose flaring with barely restrained rage. "You might wanna watch your tone. Because from where I'm standing, you look like you need saving."

You expected him to cower under your grip, to look away, to show the fear you craved to see in his eyes. But instead, he did something that made your breath catch in your throat.

In a flash, the roles reversed.

Izuku's quick movement caught you off guard, and before you knew it, you were the one pressed against the lockers, his forearm pinning you there with surprising strength. The sudden shift left you momentarily stunned as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"I'm tired of people like you," he began, his voice calm, but there was a sharpness to it that cut through you like a blade, "thinking they're so much better than everyone else because of their second gender. Power isn't determined by your status. It's how you choose to wield it." There was a fire in his eyes, a smoldering intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You think you can intimidate and bully others just because you're an Alpha?" he continued, his voice rising slightly, a passionate edge creeping into his tone. "That's not strength. That's weakness."

Your inner Alpha bristled at the accusation, a growl building in your throat as you prepared to push him off, to reclaim your position, to put him back in his place. But then, Izuku did something completely unexpected, something that no amount of physical strength could have prepared you for.

He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours, his presence overwhelming in a way that was almost confrontational, yet, it wasn't his proximity that disarmed you—it was the sudden wave of his Omega pheromones that enveloped you.

The scent hit you like a tidal wave, immediate and overwhelming, strikingly fresh and minty with an undeniably "green" essence to it. It was like standing in the heart of a rainforest just after a heavy downpour, surrounded by the lush, vibrant life of countless plants and trees, their leaves heavy with dew.

The smell of early morning grass, wet and alive, filled your nostrils, inexplicably drawing you in, making your mouth water and your gums tingle with a tender sensation as your canines instinctively elongated, reacting to the potent biological cues Izuku's pheromones were sending.

As the scent enveloped you, a warmth unfurled in your lower stomach—a sensation both foreign and intoxicating. It was as if Izuku's pheromones were reaching out, threading through your psyche for the dormant feral instincts.

Your legs wobbled slightly, a haze settling over your mind as the primal part of you responded to the Omega standing before you, challenging the very notion of Alpha superiority with nothing but his natural Omega essence.

His smirk, slight and knowing, seemed to say he was fully aware of the effect he was having on you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "You know…" he began, his voice now carrying a weight that demanded attention, "I've been watching you for some time. Your arrogance, your belief in your own superiority… it's quite extreme. Maybe even stronger than Kacchan's."

He took a step closer, his presence enveloping you in a way that felt both intrusive and enlightening. "I've never understood why Alphas like you are so haughty, acting as if they're the epitome of strength and power." His words were calm, almost contemplative, as if he were merely stating a fact, his fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw, the touch sending a shiver down your spine.

You found yourself unable to move, not just because of the physical barrier he had placed between you and freedom moments ago, but because of the invisible hold his presence now commanded.

Your instincts screamed at you to fight back, to reclaim control, but your body refused to obey, your mind clouded by the overwhelming scent that seemed to seep into every fiber of your being.

Izuku leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper yet loud enough to echo in the now silent hallway, carrying a mix of amusement and a hint of something more profound. "The truth is… Alphas like you bend to the will of Omegas like… me."

Before you could process his words fully, Izuku reached out, his fingers deftly catching a curl of your hair, twirling it gently between his fingers. The proximity allowed him to lean in close, his nose just inches from the side of your neck, where your scent gland pulsed with a mix of emotions.

"You're no longer in control here," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Izuku's eyes bore into yours, his gaze unwavering, a quiet determination burning in their depths. "Not anymore."

The intimacy of the gesture, the way he invaded your personal space, left you frozen, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment. His eyes, sharp and clear, met yours as he pulled back, leaving behind a confusing mix of emotions and an unexpected desire to hear more of what he had to say.

"Since you want control so badly," Izuku said, his voice lowering, a clear challenge in his tone, "then I'll show you how it feels to lose it." His eyes flashed with a distinctive Omega yellow, a bold sign of his defiance.

Instinctively, your eyes flashed red in response, a primal reaction to the challenge in front of you.

But despite your anger and the instinctual urge to assert your dominance, Izuku's pheromones had done their work. They wrapped around you, clouding your senses, leaving you momentarily incapacitated, unable to act on your aggression.

Izuku leaned closer, his eyes half-lidded, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips. "What's wrong? Not feeling so tough now, huh?" he teased, his voice a mocking whisper as he ran his nose along the sensitive spot of your scent glands causing you to hold back a shiver.

His mocking tone cut through the haze of pheromones, the humiliation of being outmaneuvered by an Omega sharp and bitter. The proximity, his scent mingling with yours, the heat of his breath against your skin—it all served to disorient and dominate, making it clear who held the power in this moment.

The irony wasn't lost on you.

Here you were, the Alpha, supposed to be in control, and yet Izuku, the so-called weak Omega, had turned the tables, leaving you completely at his mercy.

His actions were unlike anything you had ever experienced, challenging everything you thought you knew about Alphas and Omegas. Izuku was rewriting the rules, showing you that true power didn't come from brute strength or titles, but from the ability to turn the situation in your favor, no matter what.

He pulled back slightly, his lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement at the effect he'd had on you. "I kind of like you like this—quiet, easy to handle," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over you, taking in your disheveled appearance, your shallow breaths.

You hadn't expected Izuku's pheromones to hit you so hard. It was as if your body was caught between two instincts: the need to dominate, to regain control, and a strange willingness to submit, to follow his lead.

The battle raging inside you was almost painful.

Izuku hummed softly to himself, muttering as if deliberating his next move. After a few moments, his eyes snapped back to you, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Hm, since you were so worried about my safety against Kacchan, how about you be a good Alpha and protect me, yeah?" he asked sarcastically, tilting his head.

Before you could react, Izuku forced your mouth open and tilted your head back, exposing your elongated canines. It took you a moment to realize what he was doing, but by then it was too late. He yanked you closer, pressing his neck to your mouth, forcing you to mark him.

The sensation was electric, overwhelming every sense you had. Your body moved on its own, instinct taking over as your canines sank into his skin. As your teeth pierced his skin, a bond formed between you two, something ancient and undeniable. It was a connection that went beyond the physical, reaching down to the very core of your being.

The moment was brief, yet it felt like it stretched on forever, marking him in the most primal way an Alpha could claim an Omega.

The rush of sensations was like nothing you'd ever felt before. Heat surged through your veins, filling you with a warmth that was both comforting and electrifying. It was as if every part of you was alive, buzzing with an energy that pulled you closer to him, connecting you in a way that was beyond words.

Your protective instincts, which had lain dormant, now surged to the forefront of your mind, chanting a relentless mantra of 'mine, mine, mine, mine.'

It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, as if you could somehow merge with him completely. You bit down harder, not out of anger, but to solidify this bond, to make it known to both of you that this connection was unbreakable.

It was a declaration, a promise that he was yours, and you were his, in a way that neither of you could deny...

As soon as the act was done, Izuku stepped back, a hand gently touching the spot you marked, his eyes gleaming with that Omega yellow. "See, not so good being on the other end, is it?" His voice was laced with a victorious tone, yet there was an undercurrent of something else—something that didn't match the triumphant look in his eyes.

You stood there, shocked, your own eyes still flashing red, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within you.

The implications of what just happened began to dawn on you slowly, the reality that you just marked an Omega—a clear sign of claiming him as yours.

What were you going to do now? The school's dynamics would shift undoubtedly once word got out. Typically, the marking of an Omega by an Alpha was a significant event, often announced and accompanied by a period of courtship, a public declaration of mutual respect and intention.

But this? This was entirely different.

An Alpha marking an Omega out of the blue, especially under such unconventional and unexpected circumstances, was unheard of.

And not just any Omega, but Midoriya Izuku, the one Omega who had stood up to you, challenged you in a way no one else dared.

Your interactions with Izuku had been minimal at best, characterized more by conflict than any form of camaraderie or courtship. The school would be buzzing with rumors and speculation, none of which would likely be favorable or understanding of the situation's complexity.

Izuku adjusted his uniform, the wicked smile never leaving his face. "Well, I guess this changes things, doesn't it? I'm curious to see how you'll handle this." With that, he picked up his things, leaving you alone in the corridor, your mind racing with thoughts.

You were so used to being in control, to having others bend to your will. Yet here you were, outmaneuvered by an Omega who not only challenged you but also forced you into a situation that you never imagined possible.

As you watched Izuku walk away, a part of you knew this was only the beginning. You had to figure out what this meant for you, for him, and for whatever strange, twisted relationship you now found yourselves in.

The school, your friends, your family—they would all have opinions on this, but for now, all you could do was stand there, trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded.

This was not how you expected your day to end, marked by an Omega, your pride wounded, yet a part of you couldn't help but feel intrigued by what Izuku said.

What did this mean for you? And more importantly, how were you going to face him tomorrow?

A/N: omg y'all, i got it bad for izuku, but let me know if you'd like a part 2 👀

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Ok so, this is about TBASAWAS (I think I got that right?) I went through your whole blog and saw that no one else asked this but I gotta know, how do the dynamics work in your au? It's clearly not the normal A/B/O dynamics we see, and I'm so curious about what each one means, what are the functions and stereotypes associated with them, how they affect a pack. Just all the info you can give me, I'm so curious (and I may want to steal it for my own fanfics if thats ok).

Oooooooh!!! Very happy to explain!!!! I’ve been waiting to info dump on this for SO long you don’t even know—

Also, feel free to use any ideas you’d like, I’d love to read anything you write using them :D

(I’ve had people in the comments of the fic itself ask me some questions, so I’ll be copying and pasting some of the stuff from there as well, in case it looks familiar.)

So to preface this, I want to say that I consider the dynamics as an open box. You are put in the box, but the top is not taped shut. Like how introverts naturally find comfort in being alone, but sometimes they want to go to a loud concert and have some fun. An extrovert may want some alone time every once in a while. It’s not a rigid structure, they are more inclined to do or want certain things, but they’re still people with individual shifting wants and thoughts!

I think that their personality reflects and grows off their dynamic, but there’s always some wiggle room.

Now that that’s outta the way—

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First off, in my universe the designations are as follows! In descending order of the hierarchy (based on their perceived worth to the community) we have:

Sigma

Gamma

Alpha

Beta

Omega

Delta

Although Sigma’s are in an iffy place, sometimes considered above Gamma’s, and sometimes considered below Delta’s. They hold the title of ‘The Imperfect Perfect’, and sit somewhere outside the rest of the hierarchy, being placed more as individuals than as a whole.

As for pack hierarchy (based on how important or useful) we have:

Alpha

Omega

Beta

Gamma

Delta

Sigma

As far as the hierarchy goes, it’s a pretty loose term. I think of it like how generally people who are more outgoing, social, energetic, etc are considered more ‘popular’. Like how a really charismatic person might get a job offer over a less charismatic person, even if the latter has more job experience. An Alpha would have an easier time getting a job in manual labor, or some big professional job. Whereas an Omega might be gently shooed away and given advice to look for something ‘more suited’ to them. So not blatant ‘I’m on top you’re below me’ but there is an existing ‘bias’ of who should go where.

How Does This Whole Dynamic Thing Work?

Alpha, Beta, and Omega are the three primary dynamics. Think of them like primary colors! They are made up of a pure gene: A/a, B/b, and O/o respectively.

(If you’ve ever learned about Punnett squares, you’ll know how this works.)

So basically in my head, (because I can find absolutely zero fics with dynamics other than the og’s—) Deltas, Gammas, and Sigmas are like halfbreeds, or mixed colors! I.e. Red and Blue equals purple kinda thing.

Depending on what gene is capitalized, that will be the dynamic they pull the most from.

I’ll use Stretch as an example:

Stretch is a Delta. Delta’s are a mix of the Omega and Beta traits. They can be either O/b or B/o. Stretch is O/b, so his primary traits are Omega ones.

Whichever gene (O), (A) or (B) is capitalized, or up front, is the dynamic they take the most traits from. In Stretch’s case, (O) is capitalized, so he would mostly smell/take characteristics of an Omega. Which is why Nerma likes his scent so much, because she herself is an Omega. Like-dynamics will be more comfortable with other like-dynamics.

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Here are all the possible types:

Sigma: A/o O/a

Alpha: A/a

Gamma: A/b B/a

Beta: B/b

Delta: B/o O/b

Omega: O/o

And here’s what the boys and Nerma are!

Star: A/o Sigma

Sparrow: O/a Sigma

Edge: A/a Alpha

Red: A/b Gamma

Grim: B/a Gamma

Comet: B/a Gamma

Black: A/b Gamma

Blue: B/b Beta

Bear: B/o Delta

Stretch: O/b Delta

Nerma: O/o Omega

(Don’t worry, I have to keep them all in a list too, it’s a lot to remember—)

Most packs range between four-twelve people, with larger packs being more common. Packs can be made of friends, family, mates, or simply out of convenience. It’s common for those that are single (packless) to get together and form a pack, as it’s more financially/emotionally stable for all of them.

What Is The Population Like?

Children are born neutral, gaining their dynamic somewhere between ages 7-12. Stress may delay or hasten when the dynamic will settle, but it is impossible not to have one.

Gammas are the most common among the population, no matter what AU they come from. They are crucial to any pack, and are (socially) considered one of the most well rounded of the dynamics due to their Alpha/Beta mix of instincts. Good enough leaders, with enough Beta in them to not get too competitive.

Speaking of the mixed dynamics. While Gammas are considered the best of the three, and the most useful thanks to basically acting like a less volatile Alpha, Deltas are (unfortunately) perceived as almost useless. Do to their mix, they are not able to use either of their abilities fully, and many people view them as merely a second best to the real thing. Then you have Sigma’s, who are considered perhaps the most dangerous and unstable of the three. More on that later.

Primaries (Alpha, Beta, Omega) are the least common, and different ones are even rarer depending on the AU. E.g., there’s more Alpha’s in harsher AUs like Horrortale and Underfell, but in Underswap there are more Omega’s.

Sigma’s are the rarest of the dynamics, as it takes a certain kind of environment to produce one. The O/a variant of Sigma’s is generally unheard of. (Which is what bbg Sparrow is.)

Is It Possible For A Dynamic To Change?

99% of the time, you are the dynamic you will always be. But in very rare cases, if you are born a primary, one of your genes can change. This typically happens because of a traumatic event, and is irreversible.

When the soul finds itself in a continuous state of extreme distress, I’m talking life or death— it will save itself in the only way it can: by demanding a new set of instincts. Sorta like how the human brain can develop an extreme case of the Fight/Flight/Freeze/Fawn response to an almost debilitating degree.

This is considered an extremely traumatic experience, especially on top of whatever event caused it. Shifters, are considered heavily unstable.

Almost all shifted Sigma’s become feral.

What Are The Abilities/Characteristics?

All dynamics possess scent ‘glands’: parts of the body that are densely packed with magic that disperse scent and are primarily used for social bonding and communication.

Scents themselves change with moods. As an example: Stretch’s natural scent is honey and lemon, a mild, sweet and lightly citrus scent. But when distressed the scent can take a more sour, heavily acidic note. Counter to that, when pleased or extremely comfortable, it can take a much sweeter, almost candy-like scent.

There are no strict rules on who can smell like what. You can have Alpha’s that smell like flowers and you can have Omega’s that smell like firewood. It’s really a mixed bag of what can happen.

All dynamics can scent others, along with leaving mated marks. Mated marks are temporary, and need to be reapplied more or less frequently deepening on how strong the Intent that was used. Typically placed in visible points on the body, Mated marks are bites given by romantic partners that are seeped with Intent. What kind of Intent, is dependent on the relationship.

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Those with an Alpha gene (Sigma, Alpha, Gamma) have a vocal ability called a ‘command’. It’s speculated to have developed as a way to establish dominance or to assert control over a larger mass of individuals. Perhaps used to convey hunting orders within a large pack.

It’s a way of speaking that's heavily drenched in magic and Intent. It’s effective against all dynamics, but especially those with Omega genes (Omega, Sigma, Delta). Even more so against non-pack individuals.

A command sits in the mind, echoing with deeply laced magic and Intent that takes hours, or even days to dissipate if not followed. It demands to be obeyed, for whatever task to be completed. Ignoring can cause various levels of mental and physical distress. It sits there like an intrusive thought, ringing, echoing, demanding. Pack members will have more of a tolerance to it than a stranger would, but even then it is used rarely.

In modern days, it’s considered disrespectful, and slightly even immoral to use on non-pack individuals. And while not outright illegal, you can face prosecution if you are found to be abusing the ability.

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Those with the Omega gene have a vocal ability dubbed as ‘the distress chirp’. It is a sound identified by the sharp, piercing nature of the noise that instills a sense of urgency into any dynamic, but more strongly felt by A-gene’s.

Speculated to have been developed as a defense mechanism against aggressors, the noise punctures through the thoughts of those that hear it, immediately instilling a need to soothe and protect. Continued exposure to the sound may cause heightened aggression to others near the O-gene individual, along with feelings of metal and physical distress.

Pups are also capable of producing this sound.

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While the Beta has no unique sound, they do possess a specialized neutralizing scent. It’s thought that the skill originally developed to mask scents while hunting, or to escape being hunted.

The scent is devoid of any emotional triggers, and can be deployed in high stress situations to cover the scent of others and induce a calming effect, similar to laying a blanket over an animal. It eases communication and allows an emotional reset. This is why every diplomatic setting requires at least one Beta to be in attendance.

Mixed B-gene types (Gamma, Delta) will not be able to produce this specialized scent as effectively.

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Heats are something all dynamic’s go through, the frequency is different for different species of Monster, but generally occur once yearly.

Heats are the body's way of balancing magic. It’s a time where you are forced to rest while your magic recalibrates, switching through different hormones like it’s a damn party. It’s an intense, and a deeply private event. Even longtime packmates may seek seclusion during this time, as it can bring out your innermost-self, making it very easy to descend into a feral state.

Heats can be sexual during certain points, especially as you get to recalibrating the more spicy hormones. During this time, it is common to experience heightened, and even a prolonged sense of sexual arousal/frustration. It is also common for individuals to find themselves to be more sensitive than usual. It is recommended to seek relief during this time to prevent worsening feelings of need/pain.

There is also a general sense of tenderness that persists throughout the experience, like a dull ache or full body bruise.

(Basically a heat in this universe is extremely similar to a menstrual cycle)

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Heats can range between a few days to a week. Most O-gene individuals become drowsy, pliant, and heavily dependent on their packmates, seeking physical comfort and rarely leaving their nests. In rare cases, an O-gene may become feral, brought to base instinct where safety and comfort is all they seek, such individuals may need to be commanded to eat, or do basic care in such a scenario.

A-gene individuals may become fussy or particular during this time. Over scenting packmates and becoming increasingly aggressive to any perceived threats while they are in this delicate time of reset. The best way to get through to an A-gene individual that has become feral, is with a distress chirp. Distress chirps will force any feral A-gene to immediately focus all attention on the assumed ‘O-gene in distress’, allowing them to be coaxed into tasks like eating or backing down from an attack.

Those with B-genes experience heightened anxiety during heats, cleaning, cooking, scenting— it’s a hard battle to get them to stay in one place. They will also be extremely emotional during this time, and may need constant emotional and physical reassurance from their packmates. A command or distress chirp would both be effective in the case of a feral slip.

For mixed-gene individuals, the type of heat they experience may flip between the two, or alternate between years.

How Do They Exist In This World?

Delta’s, Gamma’s, and Sigma’s can be seen as slightly unstable due to their mixed genes, Sigma’s especially.

Alpha’s and Omega’s are on opposite sides of the spectrum after all, what can you expect to happen when you mix both into a single person? A perfect balance?? Only if you're lucky—

As individuals, they struggle a lot with their identity, torn between instincts to lead, provide, and follow, nurture. An Alpha thrives best when leading a pack, they gain a massive sense of fulfillment from caring and providing for their mates— but that can feel at great odds with the Omega’s want to be cared for, to surround themselves with a pack and follow a leader they trust with their whole soul.

It might not seem like a huge difference, but for a Sigma in a world that pressures you to be perfect, to balance both or snap— it can feel like walking a tightrope over a chasm.

How can you lead and be led at the same time? How can one care and be cared for at once? How can you be everything and nothing but perfect?

Sigma’s can accomplish great things, extraordinary things, things no one has ever done before— but only if they’re in complete harmony with their instincts. Otherwise… Well, any dynamic can go feral. Sigma’s just have a statistically higher chance.

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Alpha’s are the go-getters, they get things done and they do it well. They thrive on challenges, but are often known to become too competitive. They work well in high up positions, but may become slightly aggressive while climbing the corporate ladder.

They also work well in physical jobs, as their natural competitiveness leads them to work faster, longer, and harder than other dynamics. But this is also often to their detriment. Alphas who work physical jobs should be monitored closely.

Alphas who continually lack feeling of success or accomplishment may begin to suffer mentally. It is recommended that packmates provide small feats or challenges for the mental enrichment of those with A-genes.

Alpha’s have a deep-rooted, extremely insistent instinct that demands to find and form a pack. They need someone to provide for and protect, and those who don’t have an outlet for these instincts may imprint on random strangers as their soul's way of seeking relief. To avoid this, many Alpha’s acquire pets, or volunteer to take care of others.

(This reoccurring issue has led to the development of ‘fosters’, where those who require attention and lack a pack can be cared and provided for by a rotation of A-genes. This includes pups without parents, the elderly, the disabled, and others who are suffering from not having a pack. It is one of Monster-kinds‘ greatest accomplishments)

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Gamma’s are considered the best option for competitive workplaces like office jobs, and make up a good majority of the workforce. They use their Alpha genetics with their Beta instincts seamlessly, working well with others while also having a healthy sense of competition.

They are thought of as the most balanced of the three mixes, and are more likely to receive a pass on slip ups than the other two.

Being the most common dynamic of the population, they are considered the majority, and thus weigh in heavily on decisions made for Monsterkind.

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Beta’s work a lot in delicate, high stress jobs. Their ability to help neutralize any and all emotions makes them good politicians, and they do a lot of good work in the medical fields. Especially as therapists, as their neutralizing scent allows their clients to process their thoughts and emotions without becoming lost or overwhelmed.

Betas are mandatory in working with Ferals, as their ability prevents any damaging emotional outbursts to worsen their condition.

Betas have an innate instinct to keep the peace, and may become distressed if continuous attempts to soothe result in failure. Any Beta working a sensitive job must take mandatory breaks, as using their ability often with no sense of success can lead to far more painful heats when their body attempts to reset.

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Delta’s are are sometimes lost in society, unable to fully use the Beta’s ability to ease conflict, and not as good at soul connections as Omega’s. This leads them to often be dismissed in the corporate world.

In packs however, they are incredibly useful. Their unique mix of abilities make them incredibly talented at reading and deciphering intent, allowing them to help facilitate deep communication. They work well with Beta’s and Omega’s to help keep harmony within the pack.

They also make very good salesmen, or service providers. Though most end up working in retail, or in customer service. They take a lot of the more 'undesirable’ jobs in the market, simply because the other dynamics are seen as more useful in other positions.

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Omega’s are intensely nurturing by nature, and feel a great sense of comfort by caring for others. This makes them wonderful in medical, hospitality, and caregiving fields.

Along with that, Omega’s have a deep-seated need to feel safe, stable, and secure. Omega’s lacking in any of these will begin to suffer emotionally. To combat this, Omegas are instinctively driven to form deep, incredibly fulfilling bonds with others. They make themselves the heart of the pack, encouraging emotional growth and stability.

There is an old saying that no pack is complete without the ‘heart’, but that is considered more of an outdated concept than something to be taken seriously.

Omega’s thrive when giving and reviving care in equal amounts, and a well cared for Omgea can lead to great emotional satisfaction to all parties.

Allow an Omega to trust you with the entirety of their soul, and they will show you a world of colors you didn’t know existed. An Omega who is fully bonded to their pack, will feel secure enough to freely use their abilities and intensify any bond they touch.

How Are Skeleton Monsters Unique?

Skeleton Monsters have a distinct way of communicating that is highly specific to their species. Being made of bone, it makes their bodies extremely conductive for magic, especially their teeth.

Teeth are very significant in their culture, as damaged teeth can lead to an individual being completely cut off from their style of expression. Broken or damaged teeth are akin to losing feeling in your hands, and the mental distress from the sudden isolation can cause a skeleton to Fall Down.

Missing teeth must be replaced with highly magic-conductive material, and must be carefully integrated into the body's preexisting natural leylines. Replaced teeth often have a heightened sensitivity.

Skeleton kisses are also very unique, as they don’t have lips as many other Monsters do. A skeleton kiss is where their teeth are pressed together, (this most often includes nuzzling) and bits of magic spark or hums between them. Kisses in skeleton culture are considered more intimate than in others, due to the more private nature of the magic shared. Along with how highly teeth are regarded in their society.

Due to the conductive nature of their teeth, bites have many culturally significant meanings. In public, affection is displayed through chaste nuzzles against the cheek, temple, or skull.

Pressing teeth to the knuckles or back of the hand is a way of showing respect, deference, or affection depending on the Intent. And while it may look odd or scandalous to humans, gentle bites to the wrist or along the jaw is a well known sign or romantic, or sexual interest respectively.

Shoulder bites are mostly playful in nature, and are given by siblings, close friends, or packmates.

Neck bites are extremely intimate, as the neck and spine of a skeleton are highly sensitive. Biting or nuzzling the neck of a skeleton is a deep show of trust and affection, thus, this is almost exclusively done in private. As doing so in public could be viewed as inappropriate.

Moving away from teeth, skeletons in general are an extremely physically affectionate race. Touch, and the Intent behind it, are incredibly important, as Skeletons are much more sensitive to such things.

A touch-deprived skeleton may experience symptoms of soul Null, I.e., heightened aggression, temperature sensitivity, emotional instability, time blindness, weakened health, and possible feralty. It is imperative that skeleton Monsters form packs and receive a constant source of physical touch.

A common greeting between two skeletons are cheek nuzzles, as it allows the shared feeling of excitement or happiness to be expressed in an non-intimate manner.

Where Do They Fit In The Pack?

Generally speaking, pack hierarchy is pretty lax. Some people may have stronger opinions than others, but people usually just go where they fit best. Other than that, there are some guidelines they tend to follow:

Sigma’s work best towards the upper middle of the pack's structure. Not the sole leader, but not just a go-with-the-flow follower. To flourish best, they need to balance their instincts to lead with their counter instincts to follow and nurture. They’d work best as a second or third in the power structure.

Alphas work best on top, of course. Their need to provide and drive to lead makes them optimal leaders in a pack setting. They work best as the number one, or in the case of multiple Alpha’s in larger packs; they form a council where they share the number one spot.

Gamma’s are very good at middle-upper management, often acting as authoritative peacemakers. It scratches that itch to protect and to neutralize conflict. A good choice for any leading Alpha’s left hand.

Beta’s are the perfect middle, helping to keep the pack moving smoothly and ensure communication stays open. They are the perfect meditators thanks to their innate desire to keep peace and fix problems.

Delta’s are lovely homemakers, working diligently on creating spaces for every member of the pack. Their unique mix of caretaking, along with their neutralizing instincts makes them quite fierce and loving protectors.

Omega’s are considered the heart of the pack, reinforcing bonds and facilitating deep emotional connections. They help to take care of the pack's emotional and instinctual well-being, using their deep-rooted instinct to nurture to keep the pack well balanced.

How Does The Boy’s Pack Function?

Edge is the ultimate decision maker of the pack, in charge of most major things that affect the pack's welfare. While he usually calls for a vote, sometimes it’s necessary for him to make the call himself. This power has been entrusted to him by the pack itself. Besides that, he does a lot of checking in with the pack and ensuring everyone is properly taken care of.

Black takes care of the pack's budget, managing what money goes where and making sure bills get paid on time. He’s the one that files their taxes every year. The pack trusts him as their financial advisor, and all big purchases go through him first.

Bear is in charge of making sure the house stays properly stocked with food. He gets a lot of the households’ produce from his gardens, and has carefully documented lists of each member's preferred foods when he goes to the store. He’s also in charge of regular meal plans, and he keeps the schedule on a whiteboard he remakes every two weeks.

Blue is the mediator, he’s in charge of keeping the peace and smoothing out disputes. Along with that, he works surveillance for the household and keeps up with the security. He does regular patrols of the forest, if only for some of the other residents' peace of mind.

Red works on general home maintenance, keeping things in working order and fixing all the wear and tear that come with having a pack of ten adult Monsters. If you break something, you better hope it’s not something a Red has just recently fixed— or be prepared to pay for the wasted time. He’s also the one that keeps up with the pack's cars.

Star does most of the cleaning, as he has a particular way of having things done. It’s a big place, but he enjoys the challenge. Thankfully the house is full of skeletons, so he doesn’t have to worry about too much dust or hair accumulation… he will be very cross if the cats decide they want to cause chaos and ruin his freshly cleaned floors though.

Sparrow tackles the outdoor maintenance, tending to the gardens, cutting grass, and handling the upkeep of the greenhouses. Anytime someone tries to convince him to take it easy because of his condition, he’ll repaint the color of the shed. He quite enjoys the exercise.

Comet stocks the house with regular supplies; things needed for cleaning, hygiene, maintenance, things for their dynamics, etc. Any need the house has, Comet supplies. Despite being incredibly lazy, he takes the job very seriously, and has several dedicated lists and charts to remind him when to stock up on what. Requests are sent via a specific group chat.

Stretch is in charge of managing everyone’s medical needs, tracking medications, scheduling doctor/therapy visits, and generally just ensuring the health of the pack. He is also the unspoken nest maker, perfecting and fixing any of the nests in the house that are looking a little worn down.

Grim manages the packs various internet presence’s, keeping track of emails for business opportunities, tracking social media, upkeeping their business websites, dealing with possible breaks in security— if it’s something involved with tech, he’s on it.

Black, Edge, Star, Bear and Blue take turns cooking, While Sparrow, Red, Grim, Stretch, and Comet rotate on dish duty. More often than not, both cooking and dishes are a 2-3 person job.

Besides that, they all tend to help out with each other's roles, so the pack is pretty efficient.

OKAY!! I think this is all the random information that I can come up with unprompted— damn. 4309 words, I’m so insane…

Anyway! Thank you again for the ask!!! I hope I answered most, if not all of your questions! Feel free to ask more, or for more clarification on something if your confused or curious, I’m always happy to ramble :3

Praying for no typos 🤞

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Heya 👋

I discovered your account a few weeks ago and I fell in love with your twisted wonderland x house of mouse AU and I also started posting about this AU merged with my Twisted Wonderland AU 😊

Alas here is my question

I'm a huge jungle book fan, so I'm curious how they see Yuu in your AU

Hope you have a wonderful day/night 😊

I LOVE JUNGLE BOOK SO MUCH - it's actually one of the only instances where I like the movie more than the book (mainly because the books are super depressing - though it is lowkey funny how book!Shere Khan has the exact same death as Mufasa)

So I'm setting the HoM!AU as post-Shere Khan's defeat and pre-Mowgli going to the man village.

Literally all of them ship Yuu with any Savanaclaw Student

So I've said it before but Mowgli's family - Raksha, Rama and his brothers - absolutely adore Jack. They all like to roughhouse with him it's adorable. I personally headcanon that he's twisted from Mowgli's wolf father which is why he's not as villainous as his peers and also why he has a strong sense of justice - plus why he's close to his younger siblings.

Mowgli and Yuu are best friends. He and his brothers welcome her to the pack the same way they welcomed Mowgli and Jack. Raksha's mother instincts are blaring when she sees her so she joins the other animal Disney mums like Sarabi, Duchess and Mama Jumbo in doting on her with maternal affection.

Bagheera (Disney's OG good kitty before Simba - I literally love him so much he has my heart) is like Yuu's cool uncle. He is such a dad (even though his first instinct was to eat baby!Mowgli when he first saw him), the moment he sees Yuu he's like 'must protect'. Seing a mancub that he wouldn't get grey fur babysitting is such a relief and he spends most of his time just chatting with her and preventing Baloo and the rest of his cast from corrupting her. I have a twst!Bagheera OC that Yuu befriends and he's like this cool senior that warns her of dangers of possible predators.

Baloo is ecstatic to have another mancub to impart his wisdom onto :D (lowkey think that he would be friends with Timon and Pumbaa since they have similar life philosophies of taking it easy and stuff). Yuu thinks of him similarly to how she thinks of Coach Vargas - fun uncle who means well and she probably shouldn't get any advice from.

Kaa tried to eat her when he first met her but was then stopped by Minnie and Bagheera. Yuu's learned her lesson with Jamil when it comes to staring into the eyes of a snake. He and Sir Hiss are snarky snake besties and get snek cuddles around her neck privileges.

Shere Khan with Yuu is: No mancub allowed *sees Yuu* one mancub allowed. He's like a platonic tsundere where he pretends he doesn't like her but still loves it when she gives him head scritches.

I feel like Shere Khan has a love hate relationship with Scar. Tigers are actually stronger than lions are and have been known to beat them in fights even though Scar is, by twst lore and probably also Disney lore, a more important figure and much above SK in the villain pecking order so there would also be that whole fighting instinct over the hierarchy between them. This fighting instinct is also included in the whole Custody Battle™ because they both keep on making jabs at the other's expense (Shere Khan likes to say that Yuu deserves better than some lion whenever Scar is near him). The two of them are also best friends - it's hilarious. It's also funny to watch them gripe about Tigger and Prince John who they both consider the embarrassments of their species.

The elephants are cool. They hang out with the other Disney elephants (like the ones in Dumbo and Lion King). I forgot his name but that baby elephant that Mowgli befriends is totally bffs with Dumbo and the two of them like to play with Yuu and Mowgli together.

[gay-for-the-snz]

Blossoming (M, allergy)

So THIS POST from @ithadtobesneezing was really hot and I had to write something for it, so <3 here it is!! Looking at a date in the first six months of Elliott dating his ex-husband, and a little discovery about the reality of moving cross country. Allergies, some mess, 2.5k

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It's cool, but not unpleasantly cold as he sits on the bench. It's a late spring this year, but things are finally starting to shake the worst of the winter and look towards warming up. It seems he wasn't the only one who'd had the idea of taking advantage of the first day over fifty this year--the park is packed with people all trying to soak up the first rays of sun they've felt on their skin in months.

It's more crowded than he'd anticipated. It makes his chest tighten with the idea of being observed by others. When he'd agreed to meet Elliott, he'd imagined a more clandestine affair. Unfortunately, subtlety and Elliott are two concepts that are mutually exclusive.

Having spoken of the devil, so he appears, strolling down the paved path in a garishly yellow shirt, matching yellow hair tie and ribbon trimming his braid. His fingers, long and thin and graceful, are adorned in yellow polish, a motif of the sun in the middle of each. Avoiding being seen with him is not going to be possible--everyone must have seen him coming in, and now he's walked right up to him.

"This is your idea of subtlety?" He dodges the hand that reaches to hold his, his volume kept low. "Take the ribbon out, at the very least."

"What, this is a new shirt? You said to dress nicely, and this was the nicest one I have--I got it just for this!" He's an open book, whether he wants to be or not--everything about him is written in black and white and cheerful yellow, from the length of his hair to the little sashay to his steps. He can't escape notice, not for who he is nor what he is, but he begrudgingly unties the ribbon and stuffs it into his pocket. "There, is that what you wanted?"

It's not, but he's not about to ruin this date by arguing any further, so he lets it be with a calm smile. "Come on, let's take a walk. It's crowded here."

Elliott scuffs the toe of his boot against the pavement, arms crossed over his chest in irritation. "I don't get why you brought me out here if you don't even wanna hold my hand. We could've done this at your apartment instead, or we could find a nice spot under a bridge where no one'll see you with me."

"Elliott..."

"I just--are you embarrassed? Is it 'cause you think I'm not good enough?" His voice is rising just like his volume, and a couple nearby pointedly avoids looking at them so conspicuously he knows they're listening.

"Walk with me and we'll talk." He smooths the dark waves back with his hand, feeling the way they catch against his watch and the button on his sleeve like a warning--or, perhaps, as a reminder that he hasn't slept since yesterday morning and hasn't even had the chance to get a real shower, just what he could do in a minute in the sink and then bolt back out the door.

He's known Elliott to be many things in the six months they've been dating, and he's thankful that while "overdramatic" is one of them, "forgiving" overtakes it in the hierarchy of traits that compose him. He settles soon enough, likely thanks in part to the light breeze that picks up while they walk. It carries something with it, sweet and fragrant, and he spots the source at the opposite end of the path from them.

Some local gardening club, or a volunteer organization, or something of the like set up a project to "beautify unused spaces" around the city, and the end of the park (butting up against an ugly, vacant lot) was one of the sites they'd chosen. He'd been dismissive when they'd first announced it--truthfully, he barely even remembered the announcement--but seeing it blooming might have changed his mind.

And, more importantly than any of that, it looks private and secluded. "You like gardening, right? Let's go check out what they've started over there."

"Oh, it's beautiful! Corben, we've got to go look at them--look at how big they are! They're so colorful? Come on, come on!" He takes him by the wrist and practically drags him along, chatting animatedly about what type they might be, and whether or not they're abnormally tall for their species, or if they're likely to come back next year or are just here for the splash of a season and will die out again after that.

Truthfully, he isn't listening that closely. None of it means anything to him, but it makes him happy, so he's content to just listen to him ramble about things. If he wants to spend their date explaining the intricacies of whatever methods were used to produce the blooms in front of them, then that's fine by him.

He swipes a gentle knuckle at his eyes before tilting one flower to show its face. "So this guy here--I don't know if you can see him that well--is a clematis, and they love to grow and vine up things. I've got one trellised on the side of the driveway right now, but it's not near as pretty as this one. Look at all the buds! It's going to go crazy here soon."

Strolling with him, watching how absolutely animated he gets when he talks about them, pointing at each as they make their way from plot to plot, bed to bed, is a treat. It's so nice to see him smile, to see him touching the blossoms and pointing out different features they have--this one's petals, and this one's thorns, and that this one is deer resistant, and this one is drought hardy; he loves seeing him actually excited about something and truly enjoying himself.

"...and then these ones are dahlias, and they--th-they-? heSSHhue! eTSShyue!" It seems to have caught them both off guard, because he barely gets his hands up in time to catch the pair of them.

"Bless you!"

His eyes are wide in surprise as he lowers his hands and sheepishly wipes them on his pants. "Thank you! Sorry, I--snf!--might be a little chilly? It is kind of breezy today..."

"Is that your subtle way of asking for my jacket?"

"Well, if a very handsome man wanted to offer me his jacket, who would I be to refuse?"

He bats his lashes, and he can't help but notice that they look kind of red. It isn't terribly noticeable, nor is it obtrusive in his features, but he can't un-notice it now that he's seen it, nor can he stop himself from noticing that his nose is a soft shade of pink and a little damp at the nostrils. It could just be the chill--after all, it's got a breeze, and they're shaded by the maples and cedars, but he can't help but worry that he may be coming down with something.

Yet again.

The jacket slipped off his shoulders doesn't even get the chance to make it to Elliott's before he gasps and twists aside, sneezing openly towards the ground before he can get his elbow up to cover the rest of them. "hiH-! iISSHhyuue! hiH'ITSShhieww! 'TSshhue! iISSHHhyuuee!"

"Jesus, Elliott, bless you! You're not sick again, are you?"

"No, I--snF!--I don't feel sick? I'm just--snfff!--I'm so sniffly?" He scrubs hard at his nose, irritation and itchiness evident in the action. "I don't think I'm sick." He reiterates, unconvincingly, as he rubs hard and blushes the skin a shade of pink. "But this is--I mean, something is definitely bothering my nose."

"And your eyes?"

He looks up in surprise. "Yeah, how did--?"

"I can see it." He gestures vaguely to his own eyes for emphasis. "They're red and look itchy."

"They are." His nose is running, and he keeps sniffling like he's losing the battle against it. "I think--IthinkI'mgoingtosneeze-?" He trails off into a desperate gasp, but it doesn't amount to anything this time, save for another rough scrub at his nose--though this does end up with a grimace at the sheen of moisture left behind. He awkwardly wipes it on his pants. "That's gross, I'm sorry."

"Well, if it's not a cold, then your allergies?"

"No, these--sNF!--dahlias are designed not to do that, they're formal doubles, and there's--snffFF!--really not much else here that'd be doing anything." It's getting more evident while they continue standing here that he's going to keep getting worse. The sniffles are growing wetter and more frequent, even as he tries to protest that it's fine and it's nothing and it probably isn't even allergies but definitely isn't a cold.

He glances around, at the fine layer of pollen on the ground around them, then turns his gaze skyward. "Fine, it's not the flowers. What about the trees?"

"The trees?"

"Yeah, it could be the trees. Cedars and maples and others all pollinate this time of year. The other guys at work are starting to feel it this last week, and I got a note when I checked the weather this morning that tree pollen was 'very high'."

"eIISSHHhue!"

"That's about what I thought."

"yiISSHH'ue!"

"Okay, come on, we've gotta get you somewhere else." He takes Elliott by the wrist, pulling him out of the little garden and out to somewhere with a little more room to breathe. Moving him towards a bench is a process when he keeps having to stop to sneeze, but he finally manages to corral him far enough that he's able to sit.

"This--hH!--sucks."

"You'll be fine." Hopefully. He looks atrocious right now. Red and itchy and teary, his nose running desperately and matched by dark streaks across his cheeks from what he can only assume is mascara; he looks like he's been weeping, which is not really the look he'd like to be going for right now.

He doesn't want to look like he's with him, but he especially doesn't want to look like he's with a man who's been sobbing horribly. It hardly escapes attention, especially when he cannot stop sneezing like this. He's making a mess of things, himself especially.

"I'm--I'm s--hH--sorry-!"

"Elliott, don't--"

"hH--!? hiISSHHh'yue! iISSHhieeww! hiITSSHHhhue! Do you--iTSHhue!--have any--eISSHHhyue!--tissues? hH! huH--!? huUSSHHhieww! Oh my God, excuse me--"

He snaps down with it, his bright shirt darkened by the droplets of moisture across it. His inner elbows are nothing but damp patches, and at some point he's given up on trying to use them to cover, the front of his shirt speckled by the fit that doesn't seem to really be slowing down much.

"I don't have any tissues or napkins, but I can go get something--?"

"eEIISSHHhuuee!"

"Jesus Christ, do I need to drive you home?"

"No, I'm--h-hh...hiISshhyue! iISshhieww! It's not far--"

Well, at least it seems like it's slowing down somewhat. Not entirely, but he supposes he'll take what he can get. Distancing themselves from being directly beneath the trees looks like it was the right call, but he doubts the damage is going to be reversed so easily as just to take a stroll a bit away. "Elliott, take your shirt off."

"But--"

"Take your shirt off. Use it like a tissue, I don't fucking care if it's gross, and put my coat on. We'll get you some Benadryl and I'll take you back to the apartment so you can take care of this."

"I'm sorry t--hh!--to ruin our--eESshhyue!--ruin our date...I didn't think this was going to--snfFF!--be a problem!"

"It's fine." He averts his eyes as soon as Elliott peels his shirt off, and cringes at the sound of him blowing his nose, the sound so desperate and liquid that he can only imagine how badly he's been sniffling and trying to keep everything at bay. "Bless you."

"Thank you." He blushes, his consonants starting to dull from the allergic inflammation that's creeping into him now, but gratefully accepts the coat that's thrusted against his chest. "I think it's--sdf!--fine now, maybe..."

People are staring. He gets up abruptly, and walks across the field back towards his car as fast as he can while his heart hammers in his chest. Elliott scrambles behind him, catching up and keeping pace with his long strides as they make their way back towards the car.

"Whoa, I'm sorry I wasn't moving fast enough! Next time you can say something instead of taking off like a whippet after a stick!"

He's sure that Elliott just walked here--that's the whole reason they'd chosen this park, was it was close enough to where his boss lives that he was able to walk over here without having to try and borrow the car from him, which means he won't have to worry about bringing him back for a vehicle.

It isn't until they're sitting in the car, doors shut for privacy, that he releases the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "So I guess now we know we should check the pollen forecast before going out?"

"That's not fair. I wasn't--sdF!--really allergic to much back in Virginia!"

"Well, regardless of what you've got back east, you're definitely allergic to something on this coast. You look like you're going to die, and you sound like it, too." He doesn't comment, but it seems that a pattern may be emerging regarding his health in general.

"H-huh...uUSSHh'ue! 'SHhue! ...guh. Excuse me."

"You're going to have to deal with all of this until we can get to the apartment and you can get something to sort of...clean up." The man next to him is a tear-streaked, soggy mess that's still snuffling into a shirt that's been sacrificed for the greater good of not ruining his car. Getting it detailed because 'my boyfriend sneezed all over it' is something he doesn't wanna have to do.

"I'm almost done, I swear--snFFF!--it's just a little itchy still." He rubs hard at his eyes, the back of his wrist--perhaps the only part of his hands that he doesn't think he's seen him sneeze into so far today--grinding hard against them. They look red and gritty and uncomfortable, and it makes him feel bad to watch him like this.

"Elliott, you look like you're dying."

"It's not as bad as it looks. Like, a little Benadryl will have me feeling right as rain."

"You're going to sneeze to death. You're going to suffocate."

"iIDSSHhue! Hih'DZzhhyue! sdFF! It's fide--" His lashes flutter, his nose--red now from all of the attention it's been being paid throughout this--dripping and scrunching from side to side against the tickle that he can only imagine how badly has settled into him. He doesn't want to, it's clear in the way he hesitates, but he blows his nose into the fabric again, sodden and glistening in the afternoon sun.

"Elliott." Here, away from all the prying eyes of anyone else, he pauses; the hand on the gearshift drifts to take hold of his cheek, a thumb brushing away an itchy tear that's trailing down his skin. "Let's get you back to my place, and we'll get you showered and dosed up with something to get you feeling better."

Elliott leans into his touch like a pitiful dog, and he leans close to press a kiss to his temple. "Can you love me even though I'm gross?"

"I think I can."

"Good." He snuffles, and rests his head against his shoulder. "Take me home, then."

[ken-tfc]

slides over ~ hey I heard you like fairy tail 👀 would it be ok if I ask for your hcs or thoughts on dragon slayers ? (Love that you give Natsu pointy ears !!😍🥰👏) Would you have change anything on the slayer designs ? (Pointy ears , serpent tongue?) love to hear your thoughts!! Please (also hi love your blog and I hope you’re doing ok and drinking plenty of water !!)

Oh I have a lot of head canons alright, since I’ve been here for around what? Like 13 years I think? I have a lot of aus that have their own sets of headcanons (by au I mean added onto canon or changed slightly)

I have so many in fact that I don’t think I can name them all in one post but let’s go over to the dragon slayers’s basic ones

Obviously the canon stuff with the enhanced senses and stuff but I like showing it aswell, sharp ears, slanted eyes and harder/kinda scaley skin, nails are harder and thicker and grow more like claws then nails, etc

I also think they’d have more stuff based on their element like cobra having a serpent tounge, Wendy being much lighter then normal, laxus’s hair standing up because of static electricity/excess magic, rouge not having a shadow etc etc

I would DEFINITLY change the design but have it be a later thing? Like similar to how the motion sickness comes when they’re “real dragonslayers” also SHARP TEETH!!

I really like playing with the idea that their human bodies can’t handle the seal in some parts too, like a dragons slayer eventually becomes a dragon right? We know that from Irene and arcnologia and what if since the dragonslayers have a seal on them that makes the dragon seed NOT grow further the magic kinda clashes? Like having to remove some teeth because they grow to not fit properly and instincts that clash with their human ones

I think the different types of dragon races would have different languages too, maybe a common one and then a side? Like I know in-universe the ‘king’ title for igneel just means he’s the strongest fire dragon but I really like the idea that theres civilisations kinda, maybe not in the way humans do but there are hierarchies and maybe something like a pack or herd?

Anyways I’m glad you like my blog!! I don’t post a lot of fairy tail stuff here since my followers mainly came for Undertale but I’m so happy I can talk about one of my biggest interests ever hehehehehe

[frownyalfred]

Is there any abo world building you have established in your au that you would change now after time? Or are you pretty happy with it? I really like your world building, and I always end up changing my own in the end

Great question! I would probably go back and do more world building ahead of introducing the presentation structure I used in my room full of coral series. It hinges on single sex designations “presenting” from baseline genitalia and while I had it all in my head, I realize in hindsight that I didn’t explain it as well as I could have. That a single sex omega could exist as a pup, could present, and still be male or female — that kind of stuff. I didn’t want to default to making male omegas dual sex or deal with anal genitalia, but I didn’t flesh out that process as much as I could have in the story itself — people had to ask me about it on here, which I feel bad about.

I would probably figure out beta sex a little bit more in that same framework. I haven’t written myself into a corner necessarily but I do recognize that I haven’t given betas their due when it comes to pleasure, since the current framework posits betas as defenders and child rearers while alpha/omega pairs copulate. I don’t necessarily disagree with that, I think it makes sense in pack hierarchy, but I still want to give them something, you know? Something Alfred could have had with Martha and Thomas. Etc.

But overall yeah! I’m very happy. I think I put a unique spin on some common a/b/o tropes and I’m proud of that part. There’s lots of lampshading in my fics and that brings me great joy.

[papagabu]

I know I've pretty much exclusively posted Sonic-related stuff so far, but fan art/AU stuff isn't the only art I do; in fact, it's kind of a rarity. I just found myself a little too hyperfixated on Sonic lately. But here's a small collection of concept art for a personal little project I've worked on for a while now. if the sprites don't make it obvious they're for a game. Making video games is something I've always wanted to do; the problem is I think coding is boring as SHIT! I've tried to learn coding and tried various game engines, but for some reason I can't go more than a week before I lose all interest.

Here's some information on the creatures shown here from the bestiary I wrote.

Species: Ampstri

Height: 2.4 m

Weight: 430 kg

One of the first intelligent species I encountered, during my research on these invaders was a 2.4-meter-tall bipedal amphibian. They act somewhat abrasive and aloof , as if they don't actually want to be here; but fortunately, as long as I keep my distance, they are surprisingly docile.

They use a myriad of weaponry, including handguns, rifles, and even swords. Based on my observations, they appear to take on an authoritative role amid the ranks of the invaders. I can only guess they are at or near the top of the social hierarchy between them and the other species.

They’re quick on their feet and like to engage in combat from a distance, yet are even more formidable in close quarters. I'm afraid a kick from one would have been enough to cave in my rib cage if it weren't for my suit.

Species: Quarjuk

Height: 3 m

Weight: 907 kg

It was while straying from the U.I.C. and invaders' skirmishes that I first encountered this species of colossal crustacean. As I snuck through some empty buildings, I was taken by surprise as I heard the familiar hum of the invader’s teleportation technology directly behind me.

I turned to find a giant shrimp-like creature standing where I'd stood seconds ago. It had a large pulse cannon on its right arm, however this creature's left claw posed the most threat. The left claw, which accounted for one-third of its body, was so strong that when the monster attempted to snap out at me, it shattered the air.

It moved with terrifying speed for a creature of its size. It charged towards me, attempting to slow me down with shots from its pulse cannon so it could finish the job with its claw. If the beast had caught me, I doubt my suit would be enough to save me.

Species: Armadura

Height: 3.6 m

Weight: 258 kg

My concerns for my personal safety increase along with my fatigue with my studies while I remain on Advent 7. The instant I laid eyes on this hulking monstrosity, I nearly gave up entirely.

As a colonial organism, this particular invader is actually several, sharing a single body. In my research into its biology, I was able to identify eight different organisms interconnected to form a single, larger creature. I find it hard to understand why a creature in such perfect harmony would utilize it for such violent ends.

They piloted a metal skeleton, which their tentacles wrapped around, for reasons I cannot completely fathom save from offering some protection to their vitals. Nevertheless, they used the suit to attack with strong, electric fists. The suit appeared to be able to release energy bursts from its fists; on a few occasions, it even managed to surprise me by launching an electric bolt.

Species: Furta (wild)

Height: 2 m

Weight: 153 kg

I first caught sight of this thing from a distance, a horned demon-like creature staring at me from a couple blocks away. It didn’t take long before I came face-to-face with it. It was a much larger subspecies of the furta I'd seen the volticarian leading around the streets.

Compared to their domesticated relatives, who were weaker pack hunters, they were a stronger and far more aggressive ambush predator. I had to block the thing’s strikes with my knife, as it lunged directly for my throat.

Interestingly i’ve observed a pack system among this subspecies as well the one i had met alone seemed to be a young male. But I ran into a large pack of them later on; led by a single older male accompanied by 8 to 10 females.

Species: espira

Height: 1.9 m

Weight: 82 kg

This angelic figure appeared before me in a burst of light. The distinct hum and colors of the invaders' teleportation technology were absent from their entrance, indicating that the species was either of an entirely separate group or had its own teleportation abilities.

And given that it had psychokinetic powers that defied reason, I wouldn't be shocked if it did. My suit’s scanners went haywire attempting to process the thing, but from what they could gather, its genetic make-up included every known element in the universe.

They seemed to serve a supporting role for the other invaders, using their powers to throw debris in my direction and to shelter their allies with psychic barriers. But even with this overtly hostile behavior, I couldn't shake the feeling that it looked sad. It seemed as though it was begging for forgiveness from the way it was staring at me.