i just started thinking about ivypool and dovewing after i saw ur genetically accurate brightheart/cloudtail line post and like??? how did they end up grey???? im so confused w h e r e d i d i t c o m e f r o m
well i mean we can assume cloudtail is genetically black/blue tabby, because princess is a black tabby. which means that whitewing is genetically a tortie, and with birchfall being a black tabby/blue tabby (he’s been described as both but it works either way) then both girls can come out gray o:. those 2 actually make sense lol
Princess - black ticked with white
Cloudtail - solid white (black ticked underneath, dilute and solid carrier)
Whitewing - solid white (dilute tortie)
birchfall - black silver spotted tabby (i hc fern/brindle as silver, and bc his spots look like a birch tree’s bark)
Wheezes I managed to write this out over the course of the past few stressful days so here you go!!!
Lance was having the time of his life, feathers fluffed from laughing so hard as Pidge practically growled at his chirping laughter.
“Fuck you. Just- Fuck you.” The shedding mermaid hissed, scratching absently at a patch of loose gray green scales that were giving way to a prettier lime color.
She was covered in sand from wriggling around on the beach in an attempt to relieve some of the itching and the growing pains, dull scales scattered across the grains in a startling contrast of almost white and near black gray spots. Her fangs had started to fully develop, fins growing larger with each passing day, new scales growing in and torso changing as her voice cracked, vocal chords strengthening in order to smooth out her voice as she was an Empath Siren Mer, which meant her voice was very important for survival.
Lance was laughing mainly because of the choppy mess she’d made of her hair. She’d actually gone through with cutting it, as most Mer did when going through their own scale sheds. But she’d cut it unevenly, a complete mess sticking out all over the place and covered in sand and bits of seaweed.
“Oh my gosh you look like a ruffled sand pigeon!!!” The Avian cackled, his scaly friend pouting at him.
After a few minutes bent over laughing, Lance recovered and wiped away the tears of mirth from his eyes, still chuckling.
“Hang on, I’ll be right back. I’m going to fix this mess. Mama took the others on a trip to the city, she thinks I’m hanging out with Keith today.” He explained before taking off, his flying having improved a lot since the first time all those years ago.
Pidge huffed and settled down into the sand, rubbing at her scales and pulling up all the information she remembered about Keith, Lance’s racing buddy. Lance had described him as a reddish brown black dappled Centaur with black hair and a matching tail with dark indigo eyes, if she recalled correctly.
She hadn’t met him, as Mer were a widely feared species as when you crossed one wrong, they’d drown you. Not to mention her friendship with Lance would be frowned upon, especially in her pod. Alfor had been betrayed by a land dweller, a human named Zarkon, therefore contact with anything living on land was forbidden. Mer who went “human” as he’d dubbed it, were cast out from the pod be never allowed to return, and Allura seemed keen on keeping that rule as the next leader of the pod.
Peeling away more old gray scales, she looked up at the sound of flapping wings and grinned as Lance landed back in front of her, his wings fluffy and ruffled from flight.
“Right! I’ve got the stuff!” He crowed, holding up a bag of supplies. Pidge tilted her head and chirruped curiously, intrigued. Sitting cross legged next to his fishy friend, shallows lapping at his feet, Lance began to pull out a hair brush, a comb and scissors.
“First we brush out all that sand.” He chuckled, and patted his lap.
Pidge rolled her eyes and moved to settle in the space provided, the top of her head barely at his chin and tail flopping over his crossed ankles, tailfin completely submerged in the water. Lance proceeded to brush out the grains of sand and bits of seaweed in the mermaid’s hair, only pausing to shake the brush clean of the debris.
“Okay, time to fix this crazy hairstyle.” He said, Pidge humming in acknowledgement.
It was kind of nice, feeling the comb work through her messy locks and hearing the scissors snipping sound as they trimmed the split ends evenly, straightening out the uneven back and sides and even fixing out her front side sweeps, smoothing them out.
She pouted when it was over, sliding back into the sea to rinse off the leftover hair on her back, but kept her head above water so her hair would stay dry. Lance handed her a mirror with a grin, and she gaped at her reflection. She looked… really good! “Woah…” she muttered, fluffing out the shorter trim, which puffed out like a pair of wings on either side of her head.
“My older sister taught me how to do this kind of stuff.” Lance preened proudly, pleased that Pidge liked her new hairstyle. Pidge laughed lightly and splashed him as she handed the mirror back.
“Well, next time I need my hair trimmed, I know who to call.” She teased, grinning as she swished her tail through the water.
Lance winked and held up his scissors. “Hairdresser Lance, at your service milady!” He crooned, mock bowing to the shorthaired mermaid. Pidge laughed harder.
“I should hurry back to the pod, Mom said that I would be allowed to join the hunting party this year!” Pidge explained when she recovered from her laughing fit, wriggling her fins excitedly.
Lance nodded. “Alright, you go have fun! I should head back before my flock gets home anyways. See you next week?”
Pidge nodded. “Sounds good! See you then, Lance!” She trilled as she dove back into deeper waters, Lance spreading his wings and taking off as well.
The beach still glimmered with shed green and gray scales in the sunlight.
I tried writing a little less clumped together, so hopefully it looks better? But yeah, in this chapter, Lance is 14 and Pidge is 12 :3 and don’t worry, next chapter features Hunk! And I’m already planning out chapters 6 and 7, with Keith in ch.6 and Shiro and Matt in ch.7 and a huge surprise in ch.8!
Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3
Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!
Your P.O.V The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey.
‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly…