#like punnet squares and shit

[nexus-nebulae]

thinking abt the time our middle school science teacher made us write superhero fanfic for a genetics project

[yuwuta]

i loooooove homewrecker megumi so much you have no clue 😵 this is also a pipeline to toxic ex! Megumi >.<

He listens to 'boy is mine' by Ariana Grande n 'kill bill' by SZA and immediately starts thinking of you. Just all that listening/ lecturing from gojo n toji he must've gotten growing up completely wrapped his perception of relationships.

you two were dating in his mind long before he asked you out and date farrrr longer than what you think because he doesn't count (-all-) the times you've broken up

ok so here’s the thing i’m really bad at envision any kind of exes/ex-relationship with 90% of the jjk boys because there’s no… there’s no getting out of that LOL you’re locked in for life with them. most of them would, quite literally, rather die than break up 

the exception to this in my head, personally, is toji. he’s like, the fun ex to have around. you two can joke about how he’s been inside of you, and how you know he drinks tea with his pinky up but also be completely platonic. there’ll always be a funny kind of sexual and romantic history, but if you need a cheeky friend in your life, keeping toji around is the way to go. also if you ever just truly want a one-off hookup, he’s your guy

but megumi and infidelity… goes a bit too hand in hand i fear. especially megumi as your best friend… he couldn’t care if your current boyfriend lives or dies, so there is no moral weight on his shoulder knowing or acting on being in love with you. him being in love with you/dating in his head so true… you are not just single to him if you’re in a relationship with someone else, you are, inevitably, going to choose him and honestly, he’s getting tired of waiting for you to realize that he’s right for you; no matter how good of a match your boyfriend might be for you, the simple truth is megumi is a better match. you can realize that on your own, your boyfriend can realize that for himself, or megumi can step in and help you <3 

[lucabyte]

transfem loop + siffrin... you agree

i does agree.... i does in fact ... write a 7k word essay on the subject..... if you would like to perhaps click that link and read it if you were not already aware...... kisses u on the forehead......... sorry its that long but i had to cover all of my bases you know how it is with textual analysis when you're trying to draw a distinction between "headcanon" and "reading of the text" because those are different things.... to meeeeeeee.......

[mars-ipan]

HEAVILY debating skipping bio

[itsmarsss]

motivation [Miguel Diaz x GN! Reader] (Cobra Kai)

(~from the vault~)

Request: "ok... you wanted a miguel oneshot? here you go... y\n is johnnys daughter, and she & Miguel get caught making out in her room 😹 PLS WRJTE THIS I LOVE IT"

Warnings: making out, teenage cringe (this made more sense when i was writing this at 16 lmao)

Word count: 1,440

[. . .]

“This is so boooring,” you exaggeratedly complained, your head falling back onto your bed frame in frustration.

"It's 20% of the grade,” Miguel reminded you.

"I knowww.”

"Come on, you can do it,” he affirmed, smiling as he rolled his eyes at your obvious drama. He went right back to quizzing you. “What does codominance mean?”

“Both… alleles are dominant?”

"Both alleles are recessive.”

“Then why’s it called codominance?” You ask, annoyed. 

“Hey I’m not the inventor of genetics,” he laughed, putting his hands up in surrender.

“We’ve been at this for hours, my brain is totally fried at this point.”

“No it’s not. You know all this!”

"Well obviously I don’t."

Miguel nodded in disagreement. "You just need to find some motivation."

"Like what?"

"Like…" He looked up, trying to think of something, and you admittedly hoped maybe he’d suggest a break because holy shit you were not having fun right now, but his eyes lit up with an idea, his smile quickly turning into a mischievous grin, making you fairly confident whatever he’d just come up with was something way more complicated than a break.

"No,” you immediately deadpanned.

"What? I didn’t even say anything!"

“But you thought something. I'm not answering biology questions while I mix cement or some shit. Stop hanging out with my dad."

He let out a laugh at the memory you brought up. "Chill, I'm not gonna make you mix cement!” 

"Then can’t we just take a break? Pleeeeease?”

“We can take a break when you can answer the questions! You can’t fail biology, it’s one of the only classes we have together!”

“That is so, so sweet babe, but I really don’t think anything will motivate me more than a break right now.”

"Come on, we’ve been studying this for hours, you know this! No two people have the same DNA, but there’s one exception. That is...?”

"Ugh, Fine. Shit. Uh, brothers?”

"Yeah!" 

“Really?” You were genuinely surprised with yourself for getting that one right.

“I told you you knew this!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I still don’t get the motivation part though,. I’m still very much bor-” he shut you right up by leaning over the various textbooks that laid on the bed between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a quick kiss. 

He chuckled at your lack of reaction at the sudden action. 

“What was that?”

“Your motivation.”

“Okay. Yeah. Cool.” It was not cool. In fact, maybe you felt like your brain was on the verge of short-circuiting, but what else could you say?

“Alright. Cloning results in two individuals that are…?”

“Uh… genetically identical?”

“No.”

“Shit. Well that was fun while it lasted. Alright loverboy, why don’t we just ditch the questions and make out?”

No luck. “Not yet. Cloning results in two individuals that are…?”

You let out an exaggerated groan at your failed attempt at ditching the quizzing, just to annoy him. “Genetically… genetically similar.”

“Yeah!” He celebrated before leaning in again, smiling into your lips as he kissed you for a little longer this time. 

“I really don’t see how exactly this is supposed to help me focus.”

“Correlation.”

“What?”

“What does cloning result in?”

“You just asked me this.”

“What does it result in?”

“Two individuals who are genetically similar.”

“See? You remembered. When you’re taking the test your brain will correlate the answer to the questions with a memory. I’m just making it a nice memory,” he shrugged, as if what he’d just said was the most obvious statement to ever be said.

“You are so weird,” you smiled, staring at him for a second. God he was cute. You leaned in to kiss him again, but he didn’t let you, leaning away from you to ask you another question.

“What does a Punnet square show?”

“Are you kidding me? I can’t kiss my own boyfriend now?”

“Not until you answer the question,” he grinned, proud of himself.

The questions went on and Miguel kept going with his so-called motivation. By the time you found yourself under him, Miguel seemed to be contempt with your amount of right answers, throwing the books out of the way to finally comply.

Yeah he was definitely pulling that correlation thing out of his ass but damn did this making out make you motivated. “This is like the best study session ever,” he stated as he pulled away to take a breath, smiling like an idiot. 

“You are so fucking cheesy, dude,” you retorted, just to tease him.

He smiled that one smile of his, shaking his head before resuming to kissing you, careful not to put too much of his weight on you, which you thought was the cutest thing he could do in a moment like this. You didn’t particularly care about that, though, only pulling him closer to you by grabbing the collar of his shir-

“Jesus kid can you please close your door? I don’t wanna come home to a porno.” 

Miguel immediately scrambled to get up from atop of you, pulling himself out of the bed entirely, which, in retrospect, was a tiny little bit really funny.

“Oh my God. Dad! Get out, what the fuck?” 

“Just keep the freakin’ door closed, Geez. And please don’t do anything while I’m here, that’s fucking weird.”

“Obviously I didn’t know you were coming back this soon!”

“You would know if you weren’t too busy swapping spit with with Diaz over here,” he motioned over to Miguel with his head, making you take a glance at him, who looked like he was trying really hard to develop the ability to become invisible, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the ceiling as if he hadn’t just been mentioned. “I sent you a message on that… text thing.”

“You sent me a text?”

“Yeah, whatever you call it. I’m not a nerd.”

“Well sorry. Miguel’s going home anyway so.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are.” There was no way he would be able to stay for much longer without hyperventilating.

“Yeah! Right! I am. Just just about to head out. Yup.”

“Okay. Whatever. Next time I’ll yell that I’m home so I don’t have to see… that,” he motioned between you vaguely.

“There wasn’t even anything happening you baby! And I said I’m sorry!”

“What fucking ever!”

“Okay,” was all you managed to reply before he left, closing the bedroom door behind him. You were too embarrassed to say anything else.

“Okay. Uh,” Miguel started, but he didn’t know what to say either, mortified by the idea of his sensei catching him making out with you.

“I don’t think he’s gonna be able to look us in the eye after this.”

“Good thing I only see him every single fucking day.”

“Oh my God,” you buried your face in your hands in embarrassment, trying to regain your composure. 

“At- at least he’s okay with it! I thought he was gonna kill me for a moment there.”

“He likes you too much. He just gets really weird about this sort of thing.”

There was a knock on the door. “Are you decent?”

“We were never not decent!” You defended yourself. Johnny opened the door slowly, carefully scanning the room as to not see anything unsolicited. “Kid’s gotta go.”

“You’re aware I’m not a child, aren’t you?”

“Well duh. But I know the advice I gave him about this stuff before you two started… whatever this is, and I need to take everything back.”

“What?”

“Dad.”

“What? A Sensei can’t have a nice guy talk with his student?”

“Uh-” Miguel murmured, glancing at you nervously.

“I’ll be waiting by the door,” he shot Miguel a condescending smile before leaving. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“You think there will be a tomorrow for me?” He joked.

“I don’t know. What ‘advice’ is he talking about?”

“Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck again, like he always did whenever he was uncomfortable.

“Oh my fucking god. You did not get sex advice from my fucking dad,” you stated, in denial. 

“It was before we even had anything!”

“Well I fucking hope so! It’s still fucking weird.”

“I know, I try not to think about it.” He paused. “You think he’s gonna kill me?”

“He’ll go easy on you.”

“I’m not sure.”

“He will!”

“Promise?”

You kissed him goodbye instead of answering. “Good luck!”

And wouldn’t you know it? Your tests came back with a big red A- in the front page. You could definitely see yourself catching an interest for genetics. Maybe you did just need some motivation. 

As long as you keep the door closed.

[. . .]

A/N: think im writing for miguel again. like actual new stuff that makes sense to me at my now old age of 20 (lol) so if ya want request away

[kallystah]

~~of fruit and wine~~ mihawk x reader

4780 words

Everyone who was in that category knew that waking up early in the morning was a different feeling than at any other time of the day. There was this extra feeling that you didn't get when you went out late at night with your friends. And I'm not talking about coming home from a bar or a nightclub at six in the morning, but waking up at that time to enjoy the peaceful calm and witness the first ray of sunshine of the day.

Unfortunately, for a certain woman, waking up at not six but five in the morning every Thursday made her very tired. It wasn't because of a neighbor coming home from a party completely drunk and making noise in all the corridors of the building, nor because of a baby begging for milk immediately, and even less because of work that had to be done at that time so as not to block the road in day. Hell no.

The young woman was simply a merchant. So she was forced to wake up at five in the morning every Thursday to get ready and set up her stand. And God, it was no easy feat. Not to mention the negotiations that took place every year to get the best spot, it was necessary to prepare all the food in very large quantities and set it up by putting the product she wanted to sell the most to her advantage. For today's date, which was the last week of May, cherries were the number one item on the stand, and what better than her favorite fruit?

The thirty-year-old took her time and turned off her damn alarm clock, one day she would throw it out the window, she was sure of it. But it was not time to complain, the alarm clock showed five thirty, and not five o'clock.

-Shit. The woman swore as she had barely woken up.

Fortunately, she had been woken up by her second ring, which forced her to move quickly, the first at five o'clock allowing her more calm and less stress. Her real problem in the Thursday market was that her shop was located at the other end of the big city, she was the only merchant in her small village so she earned a good living, but to reach the city she had to walk for a good hour and two hours when she carried her things. Fortunately, she was always accompanied by the young Lex, a twenty-something who had strength to spare.

Barely out of the shower and dressed when a drumming could be heard on her front door.

-Old woman, move your ass, it's six o'clock, we should already be gone! Said the said Lex.

-I'm barely thirty-eight, you brute! She answered him, taking her bag to open the door and walk in front of him.

-The important part was "move your ass" now let's go!

The Thursday morning race. It was called that by the young assistant. To reassure you, it wasn't like that every Thursday, there were just a few times a year when the woman forgot to come out of her dreams at five o'clock. And today was one of those days. But Lex wasn't just pissed off because she was late today, but rather because last week because of her delay she hadn't had her entire stand. Two weeks in a row had had the gift of pissing him off.

————

Luckily for them, they arrived at the market square at eight o'clock sharp, five minutes later their place would be given to another person from a more distant stand or the stand to her left would eat up part of his place.

She stuck her tongue out at the young woman from the said stand, this young pest, sorry, woman and Y/n had a less than friendly relationship. She had arrived barely a month ago and had joined the market vendors two weeks ago. They had never gotten along and the fact that the thirty-one-year-old was so unpleasant and stole half of her space, as the old fool, i mean, her father, had taught her, every time she arrived just five minutes late didn't help.

Once her stand was finally set up, it was eight forty-five, she had been fifteen minutes late compared to the first customers but it didn't matter, even despite her lack of punctuality the regular customers had bought her punnet of cherries or her melon while the stand was half done.

It was at ten o'clock sharp that a certain customer appeared, but it wasn't just any customer. He was even the main reason why she had hurried despite her delay that very morning.

Indeed, every two weeks, a very tall, handsome man would arrive at ten o'clock sharp on Thursdays for the market. His pale complexion, his moustache and his eyes had made the merchant's heart skip a beat. And his eyes, how magnificent they were, every time she saw him coming from afar she was absorbed by their colour and the circles present. Absolutely sublime.

But once again, now that she thought about it, if she was able to see his sharp pupil so well, it was because he could also see her beautiful eyes very well. How should she explain herself this time? She was not at all checking him out so openly by neglecting a customer asking her for a kilo of peaches, of course not, she was just reminding her thoughts that there were women, or men, in this world who had been able to enjoy this dream body for a whole night, or more. This dream body, she would almost drool. But a sweet voice that came to her like a melody interrupted her saliva, note the irony.

-Dad look at the man over there. He's been looking in my direction for a while now. At the end of the year I'll be married and pregnant count on me.

Seriously? Y/n had realized the stupidity and the naivety of her neighbor. Plus, the end of the year being in seven months, it would be a bit tight to seduce the man. And then, he absolutely did not come for her.

A second thing shocked her in his sentence. As if… No. Impossible. In East Blue, or even in all the seas, everyone knew the name and reputation of this man. Afterwards, it was possible that the woman overestimated the intelligence of her neighbor.

Finally. The man arrived in the row where she was, passing in front of her neighbor who displayed a dejected look, she noted in her head to make fun of her once the swordsman left, and she adjusted a sweet smile for her favorite customer.

-Mihawk. What a pleasure to see you again, you did not come two weeks ago.

-Good morning Y/n. I was unfortunately busy that day because of the government and the person I sent must have go to another market. Do you have what I'm going to take?

-Here. She said while taking out a huge basket previously hidden from customers.

It contained about twenty vegetables and at least fifteen kilos of fruit. A rather heavy package for the woman whose quality of each food and component of the trays she took care of.

-But tell me Mihawk, you've been asking a lot more than usual lately.

-I have a- He pauses as if he didn't know how to define the relationship. I've had a guest for a few weeks. And she is quite loudy when she has'nt her favorite food.

'She'. Well, however this woman was, she must have been very lucky to have the unique and spectacular Mihawk by her side. Someone had to take care of this swordsman, even if she had less chance of making him her lover. Y/n wasn't stupid, just because he had a woman at home didn't mean she was his wife. Maybe she was even a child. But a part of her couldn't help but be saddened to think of her handsome client with a woman in his arms, him who had always ordered for his one and only person.

-Well, I hope she eats all my vegetables. If I spend time in my fields, it's not so that their food ends up in the trash. She said in her strong voice.

She was horrified to see all the leftovers from people in restaurants, or the quantities that some merchants threw in the trash if the products were not perfect. A tomato that is not round is still edible, such was one of her mottos. For this reason, her and Lex had decided to send all the leftovers of their products, which they knew they would not eat before the expiration date, to associations or orphanages.

Then after a brief but friendly goodbye, the swordsman left without forgetting to tell her the quantities he wanted for two weeks from now, although these quantities had only changed once during all his visits.

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-So, the forty-year-old? You still haven't seen your beautiful stallion today either? What a shame! I'm surprised that this handsome customer doesn't come to see you anymore! Said the annoying voice of the competitor.

-I heard forty? Ah, you were talking about the number of refusals you received this month. It's clearer in my head now but bring it up again next time darling. The beautiful merchant replied with a smile.

But well, she wasn't wrong. Today was one more day to add to her list. One more day where while the bells rang noon and the merchants put away their goods, she no longer saw the handsome swordsman. And to say the exact number, that made eight. Not eight days, but eight Thursdays where the swordsman should have come to get his basket, and knowing that he only came every other Thursday, that made four months.

From one day to the next he had stopped coming, leaving a full basket waiting to be picked up for the first month. By the third Thursday, the woman had stopped preparing his basket for him. And by the eighth, she was starting to lose hope, he wouldn't come back.

A part of her wondered if it was because he had grown tired of her fruits and vegetables, the other thought that he had noticed her feelings and therefore preferred to avoid her. The young woman wrinkled her nose at these thoughts, not even knowing which one saddened her the most. With a sad sigh, she packed up her stand. But a voice emerged from far away in front of her.

-Y/nnnn…! The voice said with all her breath.

She knew this voice only too well, since it was that of a friend of hers who had made a habit of visiting her every Thursday morning. Finally, their relationship was pretty much like Mihawk. The young woman arrived every Thursday morning between ten and twelve o'clock and she asked for the equivalent of food for four people. So apart from the varying time, the fact that she came every week, and the astronomical quantity of food, she filled the gap that Mihawk had created when he left.

-Perona. You seem a little late today. She smiled at her friend.

-The other cactus head's fault. She said out of breath.

-You often tell me about cactus head but I still don't know who he is.

-Ah!

It seems that an idea has germinated in the mind of her pink-haired friend.

-Would you like to come to my place? Just a few days!

-I have the market to hold.

-Oh come on, you see that at the moment there is no one. The war that took place made everyone want to travel, and if you're afraid for your home and your fields there are plenty of marines to watch over the cities because of the rise of pirates.

-As you said, I have fields. Which will die if I don't take care of them.

-Don't worry, my little Y/n. I'll manage your fields if you're only going away for a week. Interrupted her neighbor on the right.

-Old man, I can't leave you in charge of my work, but I appreciate your gesture.

-I have no problem with that, my little one. My wife and I will take turns going to your village. And we are the second closest merchants to your home, so all your customers will come to us. He finished, laughing.

-Come on, please Y/n. Said her friend with sparkling eyes.

-Very well. But only for one week.

-Yes! She jumped for joy. Here, the change for today's basket. I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon, I flew here this morning. You'll see my roommates are nice, they're tiring and never think about what I'm going through but nice. Anyway they're always out. See you tomorrow!

A bit contradictory all that, thought the woman. But hey, that's how her vacation had been forced. She hadn't had one for three years, always staying in her small village. The last time she had left, it had been to negotiate seeds on an island further away.

————

The two women had met at dawn so as not to be disturbed whether on land or at sea. From the location of the small island where Y/n lived to Kuraigana they had about four hours. The woman thought that it wasn't such a long trip to go on vacation, but that from now on she would understand the delays of her friend who made all this trip for her every Thursday.

-Perona are you really traveling eight hours to buy my basket?

-Horo-Horo-Horo. The ghost woman laughed. By flying I only take two hours, and don't worry I'm happy to come see you. Besides I have fun with the Navy ships or pirates that I come across, they can be so scared. Horo-Horo-Horo.

Well, if it didn't bother her friend then it was fine. Now that she thought about it, during the many small discussions she had with Mihawk, he had never told her where he lived. She had never tried to spy on him through the newspapers, although she followed the pirates' routes. There were rarely any cases concerning the corsairs, once they became one they generally didn't go on adventures anymore, so she currently had no idea where her handsome swordsman was.

Hours passed and from the small ship we could see a misty island with strange large shapes surrounded by ruins and forests.

-Perona reassure me, you still live an hour away, huh? The woman said with a little voice.

-No no. Look, we can see the island in the distance. Besides, I didn't warn you but we never see the sun, on the other hand it's always nice and we've developed part of the lake!

Her friend seemed on the contrary very happy to live on such a gloomy island. Maybe the inhabitants would at least be nice.

-I called the other Marimo, the monkeys don't usually attack me because they're afraid of the master of the castle, but since it's your first time here it's better to have an extra force. Not that I doubt your fighting skills. She mocked.

-Already, I help my donkey carry the cart every Thursday, I am a master of the art of staying under the sun for my crops all day, and I handle the axe very well, so I can defend myself. But who is this master of the castle? And how many of you are on this island? And what is this monkey story? She said, becoming more panicked.

-One question at a time Y/n. Here, we are three humans, well if we consider the other two monsters as humans, and four with you. There have been no more inhabitants for a long time but there are still the Humandraks, they are not bad but they are strong and seek to prove it. So cactus head is going to join us so that they are afraid. Oh also! Don't worry once in the castle we are safe, they never come near.

The two girls continued to talk, the youngest telling the story of this island to occupy the last twenty minutes that the small ship had left to reach the river, river that connected the sea to the lake surrounding the castle, and thus moor at the mini port.

-Huh ? He didn't come back. Said the pink woman under the questioning gaze of her friend.

When the boat was securely tied to the port, step by step, a shadow came out of its hiding place, ready to pounce on the two women.

-Monkey, get out of there. Said a voice.

The beast that seemed to be an improved monkey scowled and returned to its bush.

-Perona is that a Humandrak?

-Yes. He must have sensed someone weaker than him. Said the man.

-Nice to meet you, you must be Marimo? I've heard a lot about you. Says Y/n before being cut off by his friend's laughter, she couldn't catch her breath.

-I'm Zoro, he said after hitting the ghost, Roronoa Zoro.

-Oh! Like the second of the Straw Hats? My name is Y/n.

After a brief discussion about the merchant's arrival on the wasteland, they arrived in front of the castle's doors. Then, the apprentice swordsman returned to his training, saying not to disturb him until nightfall.

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The two friends were lying on the huge bed filled with the rose's plush, when a huge scream was heard.

-What was that Perona?!

-Just Zoro who must have lost to the king again.

-You are the master of the castle?

-No, he should be back tonight. He left early yesterday morning.

-… Perona, by any chance I'm asking anyway, but you did warn this master that I was coming, huh? Said the woman, unsure of herself.

-No, but he's used to surprise visits now.

-Perona…

The huge and heavy door of the castle opened, no matter where in the castle you were, you would always hear the dull, metallic sound of the gears opening. Then a voice rang out, asking Perona to come down.

-Let's take the opportunity to introduce yourself!

So the two girls went down to the large living room on the ground floor, one enthusiastic about the meeting but afraid of what he was going to reproach her for, the other having the impression of having heard this voice before.

-Mihawk! Did you catch a big pirate this time? I'd like to go buy myself some new clothes.

-… Mihawk?

-Y/n?

-Do you know each other? The pink woman screamed.

-Yes, he was a regular customer. She said, emphasizing the "was" slightly more. It seems that seeing him again like that after he left without explanation and living with another woman disgusted her a little.

-What is she doing in my castle?

-I thought she could spend a few days with us here for a change of scenery.

-And without asking the main owner's permission? Am I going to discover a new intruder on my island every month? Mihawk said, seeming angry. Perona get out of here I have to talk to our guest.

The tone Mihawk had used meant that there was no room for argument. So the ghost girl left for her apartments, if she stayed behind the door Mihawk would feel it.

-You can explain to me the reason why you are here. He continued more calmly as if he did not believe the words of the rose.

-Like Perona said, I needed a vacation. But I did not know that she lived with you and I thought that she had warned the "master of the castle" of my visit.

-No she did'nt, i was'nt even here.

The atmosphere had softened since Perona, and the swordsman's anger with it, had left. For the sake of the merchant who could not bear this part of the man.

-You can stay here. I don't know for how long she promised you, but it doesn't matter how many days as long as you don't come and disturb me when I'm with Zoro. I have to train the new era.

Y/n knew little about pirate, she certainly read the dedicated newspaper every morning of publication, but she didn't know much about it. However, if Mihawk himself admitted that this young man had potential in the new era, and that in addition he was training him, then she was also sure that he would do great things.

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Just as Mihawk had told her, the merchant on vacation stayed on the island of sadness. At first glance, the island seemed to be the opposite of a paradise island where to spend your holidays, but Perona had been able to show her the good sides of the place.

First of all, the lake. They had developed a part of the lake near the castle to make it a mini beach. Fortunately for the girls, all the bodies that had previously littered the castle had been pushed back by Mihawk when he arrived, so the foul odor they smelled around the island was not present in their developed beach. The girls lounged like this every afternoon under the correct temperatures of the place.

Then, the top of the hill. You could observe the view, but also beautiful bodies. Not to mention those that appeared on the ground but rather the two charming ones of the master and his apprentice. The two women would sit there in the morning to watch the two swordsmen train together, baring the top of their clothes. Better than the view of the island.

Then the last place was the castle. Whether in the kitchens to prepare sweets, in the infirmary for yet another injury of Zoro, or in their room aka the only really warm place filled with stuffed animals and cushions on the island.

But as a reminder, Y/n has feelings for Mihawk. So how did their relationship evolve during these six days spent together? Well the feelings increased, so much so that the guest even thinks that her feelings are mutual.

First of all, about the lake. Of course I said that the two girls lounged there in the afternoons, but did I add that Mihawk joined them to read his newspaper and taste his wine while his apprentice did his series times a thousand? During these moments, she and the swordsman talked together while the ghost grumbled that he was stealing her friend.

As for the place on the hill, the two swordsmen knew they were being watched, Zoro's observation haki had already been manifesting for a while, not to mention Mihawk. But where was the connection Y/n was thinking about in this case? It was simply in the fact that Perona had already complained several times that Mihawk never trained shirtless. However, since Y/n had been watching them from the hill, she had never seen the man wear a shirt during his training.

And finally, the castle. No Mihawk wasn't hurt so she never had to help him in the infirmary, yes he cooked but only his breakfast which he had at dawn when everyone was asleep so they never cooked anything together, and more important than anything else, he never entered the girls' room.

So when did they see each other in the castle? There was the evening meal where they all ate together to discuss the day, make fun of Zoro, talk about the world… But the most important thing was that every evening, or rather morning, between midnight and the first hour of the day, the master swordsman would sit on his balcony and think while looking at the view, something she saw from her friend's balcony.

Y/n would never know what he was thinking while looking at the horizon like that. She then saw his beautiful eyes of all degrees of orange-yellow sadden without understanding why. He was just there, looking at the red moon with that darkened look. But one night, at the end of her third day, he called her.

-Normally, it's not great to observe people like this for so long. He told her without looking at her.

-Sorry Mihawk, I'm leaving.

But as she was returning to her room, he called her back.

-No, you can stay. Your presence doesn't bother me.

————

Back to the present, the merchant only had one day left on this island. Then, she would join her beans and cherries and start her boring routine again. In fact, she loved her job very much and it allowed her to live, but she simply couldn't take it anymore. The moments of joy and good company she had here must have widened the gap against the solitude of her house which only welcomed Lex on Thursday mornings. Of course she got along well with most of her customers, but none of them could compete with the love she had found in Mihawk.

The bell of the old church spared by the war rang, so it indicated midnight. The woman got out of her bed where she could not find sleep, while Perona slept like a log, and went to sit on her balcony. It would be the last time she would see the swordsman lost in his thoughts. But unlike other times, he spoke to her.

-So you're leaving at the end of the day?

-Yes, that's it. I had a great time here.

-You can come back if you want.

He said this sentence while looking at the horizon, but Y/n was even happier to hear it.

-I'll come back with pleasure.

For the first time in all the moments spent together, the silence was awkward. Y/n had this feeling of unease mixed with her sadness to leave, but she didn't dare and especially didn't know what to say. Fortunately for her, Mihawk seemed determined to talk to her.

-Would you like to… He seemed to be searching for his words. ' to, to stay here longer?' He said, turning his head towards her.

-Um, yes, I'd like to come back. She replied, disconcerted to see the swordsman so uneasy and hesitant, then he had already said the same sentence to her just before.

-No but, to stay here. For a long enough time that would allow you to have time to make a vegetable garden and see it go through all the seasons.

Was that the way of invitation that Mihawk used to ask her to live with him on this island ? For 'several seasons' ?

-Mihawk why did you always come to my stand at a market that is four hours sailing from your home.

He paused, then looked back at the horizon.

-I enjoy your company.

It seems that she wouldn't get the words she was waiting for today.

-And, I had the impression that you also enjoyed mine a lot. He continued with a mocking smile.

Was Hawkeye really making fun of her?

-Well if my dear Mihawk is willing to find me a room all to myself, or one that is not shared with the snorer, and he shows me the place where I can plant all my seeds, it would be possible that I agree to stay here a little longer.

-I think it will not be complicated to do, there is a perfect place to build ten of your fields and clean sheets already laid behind this window. He said while giving a head butt towards the door of his room.

After that, he jumped onto the balcony of the merchant, put one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, then before returning to his balcony he murmured.

-But only if my dear resident accepts the company of this room over a drink.

[atopvisenyashill]

Another AU (and I will die on the hill no one ever looks like grandma is an argument that never gets thrown around in asoiaf). Joffery, Myrcella, and Tommen don't come out as little Lannisters but instead Prester, Marbrand, and Estermont ish.

I mean, Addam Marband is a redhead. Nothing is stopping these kiddos from coming out looking Tully- ish. Or just the blonde turning brown as they got older.

And it would muddy the waters and drive Cersei nuts.

a) YEAH once again, i know that the velaryon boys look like harwin but it's also like bro they've got arryn AND baratheon grandparents it's perfectly realistic that they'd have brown hair.

b) they would have a HELL of a time proving the incest in this case. the lil punnet squares are the main reason stannis, jon, and then ned even notice anything. i think there'd be a lot more sluething, a lot more trying to catch the twins in the act if they can't point to the fact that they look nothing like robert. especially if they come out as redheads or have the dirty blond to brown hair - there's a LOT of that in their family tree when it comes to the andals. it WOULD annoy the SHIT out of Cersei but it also makes her so much safer. like, just throwing out "well the kids dont' look like robert and you have a close relationship with jaime CHECK AND MATE WHORE" when most of ned's own kids don't even look like him? yeah that math ain't mathing. i'm sure jon would still find out because littlefucker knows and that's basically jon's own spymaster, and i'm sure littlefucker knows because one of his spies overheard something but they'd have to put a LOT of faith on the spy being correct. I think they try to set a trap of some sort to catch the twins - it's the only way they can prove it. But when the twins find out they're being entrapped, Cersei is going to start assassinating people left and right hahaha.

but YEAH Cersei just looks so much better if one or multiple kids turn up redheaded. what is ned gonna do? look her in the eyes when his redheaded daughter is at court and go "well robert isn't a redhead so clearly joffrey isn't yours" come on. he's gonna look like a dumb ass lol.

[cryptid-moone]

*Kicks down door*

Alright meet the Robinsons fandom, check this shit out

Both Cornelius and Franny have freckles in their youth, and (presumably in Cornelius’s case) as adults. By punnet square logic, any offspring they have should also have freckles 🤔

Right. So where are they 😭

Disney where are his freckles, you can’t give me two fun characters with freckles and then not give their kid some

I legit made a punnet square for this man

It’s like 20% bullshit but the rest is real

Btw all the framagucci’s have thin waists and I think that’s actually great (except for Gaston but he stands fruity so he counts too)

[faithfromanewperspective]

warlock genetics

okay so this random post about fish got me thinking about warlock genetics again, particularly someone like tessa and what would happen if two shadowhunter-born warlocks were to breed: like @thevagabondexpress and I have discussed in a post i do not know how to find to link the Punnet Square that would cause the children to turn out to be (3 options, fractions given are the chance of each happening) 1/4 demon, 1/4 whatever james and lucie and mina are and 1/2 whatever their parents are. but that is assuming there is only one gene, which is likely false. it would be like saying if you breed two of a hybrid together you'd get children that are fully one species or the other. that doesn't happen. there are many different chromosomes involved so there is always going to be a mashup of both parent species.

so in order to address this I have to return to the existence of a warlock. with a human parent they are a sterile cross, like when you cross a guinea fowl with a chicken. some sterile crosses have low survival rates: warlocks are not like that. they actually live forever.

so in order for this to happen you either have to have demons with VERY similar genetic material to humans (to make offspring that are healthy and not just some Mixmatch of incongruent genes) OR you have to have them be able to do something to the genetic material of humans in order that one human parent plus Demonic Essence makes a whole, diploid (as in Normal Number of Chromosomes) humanlike being. I propose it is the latter. Why, you ask? Because of what happens when one parent is a shadowhunter: tessa. And her descendants, Jace and Julian and Ty and Livvy and Dru and Tavvy are her great-great-great grandchildren. Also, because the idea of demons going around with Similar Genetic Material to Humans scares the shit out of me. Also, because if they did there would be chimp and monkey and maybe dog and cat and hippo warlocks and that is terrifying.

No, I think that demons mimic all animals, eidolons mimicking humans, and with a Demonic Twist because they lie, they turn the familiar into scary and dangerous and they lie, and the pinnacle of that mimicry is when they create something very similar to sperm (for the sake of simplicity I am not going to discuss when a demon receives human sperm just yet) in order to fertilise an egg and have it grow into a child, with demon features. And if you looked at most warlocks, with their warlock marks and the Eldest Curses having less obvious features for them, you would think that it's just 50/50 human and demon DNA. It might be, I just hate the idea. And Jace and the Blackthorns would be carrying around Demon Genes and having it all breed out normally--no, I think this is why Tessa's existence disproves the most obvious and very uncomfortable theory.

Instead I think demons infuse their essence into a zygote. Perhaps one that has already been formed (meaning Magnus' stepdad's DNA is part of him too, which would explain why he looks more Indonesian than just a quarter but it does seem off canon from what Magnus says, I don't think he's ever studied biology though but i could be wrong). Perhaps they use whatever sperm is floating around from whoever the unsuspecting uterus-haver last had sex with, but again. same thing. same problem. I think demons infuse their essence into a zygote by going in there and putting the atoms that come from their home dimension together in the form of the DNA shapes they see in the egg. they mimic the nationality they see, and many features, except add their own little demonic bits and pieces by coding for New Proteins that make horns and new skin pigments and ideas they got from cats (magnus' eyes) and random decoratey shit like stars for Hypatia's eyes and claws and extra finger joints. demons love to have fun, and I think their little sperm essence carries that part of its parent (of course when the zygote develops it loses it and creates a personality that is fully human, as we see in the warlocks we know and love). this means there is no human sperm donor, only demon. james and lucie have half the dna that has been meddled with/looked at and mimicked by the demon. and because it mimicked it so well, in combination with the added strength of Shadowhunter DNA from Tessa's mother, but also Will and Cordelia and Jesse and heck all the way up to Imogen and Celine and Clary and Emma--they seem like normal Shadowhunters. the faked demon DNA is doing great, and only because Tessa's mother's Shadowhunter Essence was so strong that it was like, okay Demon Essence, you will not make your Extra Proteins to create weird shit that stop us being able to breed with a Human Person. but we will keep the Magical Stuff that allows us to do magic and prevent our telomeres and DNA and proteins from ever breaking down or becoming cancerous so we never age

(I wonder if james and lucie and mina are immune to cancer?)

and these traits will exist in all of the (warlock)'s DNA but only in half of their children's DNA, so the other half of DNA will break down and create proteins and that which lose fucntionality with age like normal causing them to age pretty much normally, a quarter in the grandchildren, an eighth in the great grandchildren and so forth, meaning Magical Infusion quickly becomes so dilute it's indistinguishable from Regular Magical Infusion of Shadowhunterness and the Little Bit of DNA That Doesn't Age also quickly becomes insignificant.

whereas if two people similar to Tessa were to procreate it would be 100% Warlock DNA and thus. More people like them. No ordinary shadowhunters or demon babies. I discard that old theory.

which leads me to, if it's the Weird Proteins that Don't Create Sperm and Egg Cells That Work But Create Cool Features that make most warlocks unable to procreate--if there were two warlocks with the Same Weird Features could they breed? possibly. unlikely I think. first of all I think each demon would do their Weird Proteins differently, and second of all, I think their existence in the DNA makeup is what causes meiosis to not work properly. perhaps an egg cell just ends up being Half A Cell and doesn't differentiate into an egg. perhaps sperm cells get weird features and no longer have the tail thing to swim properly. perhaps this changes every time. so maybe in the rare chance it's possible? and a child is conceived but the combination of the demonic features in proteins is Too Much To Handle and it will always get miscarried, same as that of a shadowhunter who's had their protective spells carrying a child with Demonic Essence

(which also leads me to think that if will and tessa were sex-swapped they would not be able to have children if will had had the protection ceremony but that's another theory. what about cordelia?? maybe she does miscarry a few times or at least have some unsuccessful fertilisations. maybe that's why there's no pregnancy scare in chain of thorns?? but the child/ren she does (??) have are born without magic powers, it's the only combinations of James' genetics that are viable and compatible with a protected shadowhunter's uterus. same goes with lucies daughters in law. maybe marjorie is so bitter bc she was never able to have children. idk)

anyway that's all my theories on warlock genetics so far

[aclaywrites]

Noooooooooo for a bunch of reasons. I’m not having sex with a man under any circumstances, but in this case it’s not even the main reason for my ‘no’.

First and foremost for my baby, I wanted two things: genetic screening to rule out any problems that could possibly be ruled out, and most importantly of all: no way for the man to be involved with us or the baby. I didn’t even want to see his face so that when I look at my daughter I don’t see any part of him. I don’t want to know him, don’t want him coming around thinking this is his kid. We shopped from a catalog and chose what characteristics we wanted. My family is all short so I wanted a man over 6 feet tall, that way if the baby was a boy he’d have some chance at height since men give short men shit because everything has to be a competition or opportunity to put someone else down 🙄. We also learned that red haired men are hard to find in sperm donor services because they’re unpopular and almost never chosen (shame!) so we looked until we found a guy who was half-Scots and I felt confident the red hair gene was in there somewhere (and my Punnet square worked!). We did pay extra for a man who was willing to be known. At 18, my daughter can contact him if she wants to, and make that path for herself, but I don’t want to know him or have him know me. I wanted a distant stranger with attributes I could choose for my own genetic use and that’s it.

I have several sets of friends who used a gay male friend as their donor ( the same guy for all the sets of friends) and they were so surprised we didn’t want to ask him too. Then when all their children got older, he started coming around saying ‘it’s time I got to know all my kids!’ And the ladies were stunned and kind of upset and we were like ‘yeah’.

So for once I’m saying hell no to sex with a man, and it’s not even about the sex 😂

[kintatsujo]

Btw when I say "those people who get weird about natural blonde hair"

There's this whole ass group of people who think that blondes are "dying out" or "going extinct" and when they see my hair they get all weird and worshipful about it like I'm some kind of rare animal.

So like first of all this attitude comes from white supremacy, in case anyone needed to be told. Not everyone who gets weird about blonde hair is a white supremacist but in general it comes from racist ideas, especially the idea that blondes are "dying out."

Blonde hair has always been relatively uncommon because it's recessive. If you're thinking "that can't be right X family has a ton of blondes", well, if one or both parents are blonde and they definitely both have the blonde gene you're just gonna see more blondes on the Punnet Square that's basic math.

The other reason people think blonde hair is rarer is because "natural blonde" is often a much darker color than "bleach blonde" or "Barbie blonde," especially as the person ages or if they're not out in the sun much. In the winter, my hair is usually more of a dark gold, and in the summer it lightens a lot. When I was a teenager and less careful about sun safety it was often nearly white by August, entirely due to sun exposure. This is different from artificially bleaching hair because it just all changes at once; I don't get dark roots.

But if you only think that my white August hair counts as blonde you're not going to think there are as many natural blondes because you're not looking for the right colors.

The other thing is that natural blondes don't... Necessarily have blonde eyebrows or body hair lmao, I've had people assume I DID bleach it on purpose because my eyebrows stay closer to my winter color all year.

Anyway idk don't be weird about other people's hair, it's almost always rooted in bad societal shit and also I promise they've fucking heard it.

[melpomaen]

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

-@elithilanor

(From Writers Truth or Dare ask game)

🥑 -> you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

None of them because I would be calling a family member who can afford a lawyer lmaO

🔪 -> what's the weirdest topic you've researched for a writing project?

Genuinely unsure. 🤷‍♂️

I looked up how to cut quills the other day, but that's pretty tame.

To people outside the fandom, probably all the very specific Tolkien lore. Working on the basics of my main!verse Lindir involved pulling up a chart of the different elf clans and a timeline back to the beginning of the Silm so I could punnet square his ancestry and draw up a family tree – half because it's actually relevant to his arc that he knows how/when those people died, half because I write him as a Little Shit who has jokes that hinge on him being like 1/16 Noldo.

[firstelevens]

sambucky for #13 from the prompt list ….perhaps in the bake off AU 🌝 …if you’re feeling it??

13. things you said at the kitchen table

“So what are these called again?” asks Sam, gently poking at one of the–pancakes? fritters? he’s not sure–in the skillet.

“Syrniki,” says Bucky, slightly muffled thanks to his head being in the fridge. “You can flip those now, by the way.”

“How could you possibly know that when you’re not even looking?”

“Superpowers.”

Sam glances over his shoulder to see Bucky closing the fridge, a carton of raspberries held triumphantly aloft. “Pancake superpowers, huh? Where were those during bread week?”

That gets a laugh, which- it’s nice that they can laugh about that now, given what a shitty time it was when it happened. He turns back to the skillet, carefully flipping each one. They are, he has to admit, the perfect shade of golden brown.

“See?” comes Bucky’s voice, much closer than it was a second ago and just a touch more smug. “Perfect timing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” grouses Sam, but he can’t help but grin when Bucky kisses his cheek and rests his chin on Sam’s shoulder, his arm slung around Sam’s waist.

It’s quiet and cozy and maybe concerningly domestic for a relationship that’s still coming up on the two month mark, which is maybe why the universe chooses this moment for Bucky’s front door to bang open.

They both jump a little, Sam squaring up with the metal spatula in hand to face…Becca Barnes.

She’s talking as she comes through the door, already halfway through what he assumes is supposed to be a conversation with Bucky. 

“...seriously texted you like six times, and you still didn’t answer, and then when I called you, it rolled to voicemail, so I came here to make sure that you were- oh, shit.”

“Hi, Becca,” Sam says, since there’s no words coming from the statue at his back.

“Hi, Sam,” she says, looking positively gleeful. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

“Bucky!” He turns to look over his shoulder. “You didn’t tell your family I was going to be here?”

“I didn’t want certain people barging in to hog your time, but somehow she made it here anyway,” Bucky says darkly. He takes the spatula from Sam and lifts the last four syrniki from the pan, setting them on the platter with the rest of them.

Becca tosses her stuff beside the couch, setting two cups of coffee on the counter and greeting Sam with a hug.

“I stopped in to check on you, you doofus,” she says, settling into a stool at the island. “I’m not hogging anyone’s time.”

“Don’t worry,” Sam tells her in a stage whisper. “It’s not about you. He’s just jealous that he already has to share Alpine with me.”

“Share you with Alpine, more like,” Bucky says, and for all his grousing, he puts a plate at Becca’s seat first before turning to get the platter from beside the stove. “Two years it’s just been me and her, and then I finally get a man and what does she try to do? Steal him.”

“Shameless,” tuts Becca, in a very good imitation of every old lady Sam’s ever met at church. “Using her cuteness for evil that way.”

“Well, she’ll have to work harder than that,” says Sam, setting the punnet of berries on the table. “Cute doesn’t do anything for me; I like ‘em grumpy and pathologically incapable of waking up before seven.”

“I have literally woken up at the crack of dawn to help you make danishes,” says Bucky, passing a mug of coffee to Sam. “This is slander.”

Sam raises an eyebrow, grinning. “Who says that I was talking about you?”

“You’re the worst,” says Bucky. “I’ve just decided that Alpine can have you, actually. I hope you’re very happy together.”

“Aw, baby, don’t be like that,” laughs Sam. “I would never leave you for the cat. Who would make me Russian food?”

“The worst,” Bucky says again, but the way that he lets Sam reel him in for a kiss seems to say otherwise.

[m1d-45]

“albedo if you can hear me turn left” DNJFBDKD I WAS THINKING JUST ONE WAY COMMUNICATION TALKING AT THE SCREEN AND HOPING THEY CAN HEAR BUT OUIJA BOARDING THIS BITCH IS SO MUCH FUNNIER…… also the idea of leaving your device on for your guest(s) like how people distract cats with those fish screensavers is so funny fbdsbj

anyways we’ve talked abt the cons of reverse isekai BUT there are also pros of reverse isekai. you can now walk outside at night without being too nervous bc depending on your guest you have varying levels of scary dog privilege - teddy anon

i didn’t mean it to be like that but honestly they would be ENTRANCED bro it’s exactly like those fish screensavers but the interactive apps- you’ve seen them, right? like a screen and the cat baps at it and the fish swim off? it’s like that essentially—

anyway. pros. you’re so right

honestly i feel like we need that one punnet square of ‘could kill you / is a cinnamon roll” and “looks like they could kill you / looks like a cinnamon roll” ngl

like. thoma could be intimidating and i stand by that. but would he hurt someone? not unless it had to be done. itto would apologize after punching someone (unless they were too far unhinged in which case he’ll probably just flaunt his ‘one and oni’ title)

ayato and zhongli are the polite “please step aside :)” type but would absolutely throw hands. want to go to a corner store after hours? take diluc. nobody will even get close.

this is infinitely funnier if you imagine they still have their weapons / elemental abilities. like venti senses someone with bad vibes? sorry bud, you can’t walk anymore, there’s wind keepin you there :) imagine kaeya drawing a sword on someone, go on. nobody’s gonna believe the guy who runs to the police about a man that pulled a spear out of nowhere because cmon kid, xiao’s not that big, there’s no places to hide one, you’re talkin shit

also. those that can make shields? hilarious. i’m callin on baizhu specifically because dendro shields is just irl thorns enchantment. problem? no there isn’t. now back up or get pricked to death.

i still believe all of them would try valiantly to keep you safe, and even someone like klee or sayu could fuck someone up with their visions or abilities. sayu’s skill could break a shin, i’ll say it, let alone her claymore dude.

the only one i’m thinking could have a problem is maybe kokomi or barbara? mostly because they’re healers and not very standoffish, but kokomi is a general so she gets an auto pass. i guess if you’re a barbara main then be careful, but i guess if you’re a barbara main you’ve built her dps so. idk she could always just make them drown ig

[posting-for-the-void]

How I often stump medical students

to preface this, my whole family is white™️. except for me and my mom. we’re still white, of course, but we stay decently tan all year round. the best we can figure is that it’s from pre-anglo-saxon pictish genes on our scottish side.

also, i go to a very well-known university that mostly focuses on medicine. they have other programs that are good, of course—it’s a public university—but their med program is actually world-renowned. anyways.

so, of course, growing up, everyone would tell me how much i look like my mom. i STILL, in my hometown, get regularly mistaken for my mom. i have her skin tone and am about her height, but that’s about where the similarities end, to be honest.

now, the thing is, both of my parents have very light eyes. my mom’s eyes change from blue to green to grey depending on her mood and what she’s wearing and what the sky looks like. nothing is scarier than watching your mom’s eyes go from soft grey to harsh blue while she’s yelling at you.

my dad’s eyes are hazel. they always look more green than brown.

i was born with dark, dark brown eyes. they’ve lightened up over the years, but they’ve always been brown.

that’s not really possible.

if you did punnet squares in middle school biology, you know what i’m talking about, but, theoretically, brown eyes should be the dominant gene. one of my parents would have to have brown eyes for me to also have brown eyes. they aren’t recessive.

so my friends at uni every once in a while talk about eye color, and i bring up my family, and they say “wait. your parents. neither of them have brown eyes. are you sure your dad is your real dad?”

readers, my dad and i have the exact same face. nose, jawline, hairline, cheekbones, eyebrows, everything. pretty much the ONLY things that are different is our eye color and skin tone.

it’s pretty undeniable that i’m related to my dad.

so then i bring up a picture of my parents next to me and they go “oh shit. no. you REALLY look like your dad.” and i say “i know” and they say “are you sure your mom birthed you?” and i say, “given that we have hospital photos of my birth, yeah, i’m pretty sure.”

and my friends, many of whom are medical students, say “what the fuck.”

[death-in-a-handbasket]

I saw a video and it was was light x L = fyodor and my first thought was you

I feel honored tbh I fuckin LOVE both bsd and death note, that shit is the shit, and honestly yeah if you shook light and L up in a bottle you’d get Fyodor, consequently if you did near and light you’d get Yukito

I feel like there’s a punnet square to be made here but the train of thought hasn’t fully arrived yet