From a young age Solians are taught the necessary skills of survival by their pack  and those whom are allied with the Solian cub’s pack. Solian cubs are left in the care of their packs’ allies for most of the day whilst the adult members of the pack depart to certain areas and proceed to perform complex rituals in order to acquire colored-sheets and rounded metal bits that have monetary value to Solian society . Solian packs also bring their cubs to small areas of wilderness to socialize with other Solians; we believe this is so Solian cubs can start creating pack-allies for the time when they leave their birth pack in search of their own.
Kiva'tarr has added nem’s personal notes of nem’s observations of Solian cub interactions.
It started out innocently with a group of cubs gathering together at the call of one young fem-cub. At first, I simply thought that the fem-cub was establishing her dominance to any new-comers whilst re-affirming her standing with the other cubs who’d been to that particular wilderness patch. This belief was supported when the fem-cub started chirping at the other cubs gathered around her, barking at the few cubs whom seemed to protest her taking charge. The group dispersed swiftly and only the cub whom had protested remained; I believed it to be a form of punishment to shun the cub, and it seemed to work for the shunned cub faced the tall vegetation and covered it’s sight-receptors before calling out what I believed to be a series of pleads for the punishment’s end.
Eventually, the shunned cub gave up on it’s pleads and let out a boisterous bark and proceeded to hunt down the other cubs.
It was- it was horrifying to watch; this was not a display of social dominance but a ritual that Solian cubs partake in which teach them how to hunt. I watched in horror as the shunned cub systematically found all the others; some complied willingly with simply being found or a light tap, but others needed to be chased down- one even required the shunned cub to tackle it and pin it down! And the adult Solians present just watched and laughed.
Truly Solians are a terrifying species.
 Note that Solian packs do no require blood-relation to be accepted, nor do they have a universal structure; some packs may have only the cub and a single parent (the carrier parent appears more frequent in these pack structures but it is not uncommon that the propagator be the one taking care of the cub) while others have both parents present, some packs have only a single cub while others can have multiple cubs(Solian cubs are generally born one at a time but there have been known instances of multiple of Solian cubs being born) or litters, some packs consist of only the parents and cubs while others contain the parents’ litter-mates along with their offspring, some packs may consists of duel carriers or propagators raising cubs while others consists of adolescent Solians banding together….truly there are no other pack structures quite so diverse as the Solian’s.
 Evidence has shown, by observing Solians trade color-sheets and round-metal at gathering areas of Solians for consumables and other goods, that color-sheets and rounded-metal act much like Credits. As of yet, we haven’t been able to decide if there is an equivalent exchange rate between Credits and what Solians use, this is in part due to the vast variety of Solian color-sheets and rounded-metal.
Kiva'tarr saw children at the park playing a game of tag/hide-and-seek, truly a horrifying hunting ritual of young Solians.
the other day I asked my dad what his favorite Spielberg movie was and he said E.T. and I was sort of like??? but Dad you’ve seen Jurassic Park like 30 times and he just looked at me said “that’s because my children have seen Jurassic Park 30 times” and that’s how I learned that I ruined Jurassic Park for my dad
• you’ll know that you’re loved
• because he’s so precious and affectionate
• but kinda weird
• but it’s a cute weird and it rubs off on you
• so the members adore y'all otl
• his hands are so soft
• and so you love holding them
• he kisses your cheeks a lot
• and your forehead
• he shows you lots of love
• you get stuffed animals more than anything
• matching jewelry
• honestly you barely sit in his lap
• but you do cuddle and hug a lot
• his hugs are the warmest
• he stares at you alot and he usually doesn’t realize how hard he’s blushing
• “you’re so cute y/n, what did i do to deserve someone like you? seriously, you keep me going i love you”
• he can go on for hours tbh
• you usually don’t reply with words
• you just kiss him
• falling asleep together in di dorms
• you wake him up by kissing him or sometimes tickling him it just depends
• his laugh is everything to you
• you try not to stress him too much
• you really care about him
• he loves the meals that you cook for him
• even if it’s just ramen and rice
• he appreciates all of your efforts
• “i have the best girlfriend ever”
• “and i have the best boyfriend ever”
• he once pranked you by proposing with a ring pop smh
• baby kink
• neck kiss kink
• touching your curves kink
• y'all don’t wrestle in bed that much but when it happens, iz magicul
• playful couple
• always happy
• picnics by the river
• and by the park
• children at heart
• you call him
• “win win win win win win win”
• ^ when you want something
• “y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n”
• ^ when he’s not gonna actually answer you, you ain’t getting squat
• he does cute stuff like tie your shoes for you
• but he can also be an asshole and untie them + run away
• teaching him about your culture while you teach him about yours
• exploring the city together
• doing fun stuff together ofc
• he cute, you cute
• all you/he know(s) is love
• you stare at him too btw
• don’t hang around other people’s cause he gets jealous
• that is all.
The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.
“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”
You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.
A/N: This was requested by an non! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3
You stood in the hallway as Dean and Sam talked to God, or Chuck as he called himself. How could Chuck turn out to be God? You couldn’t grasp onto it. You met Chuck such a long time ago and never once did you think he could be God.
As Dean and Sam left the library, you exchanged glances with them, walking in after them. His expression seemed to brighten at the mere sight of you, but that was about to change. Chuck’s smile quickly faded as he averted his eyes from you.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be upset with me, but I can see that’s not the case,” Chuck mumbled, exhaling heavily. “I don’t understand why you’re upset with me [Y/N]. What did I do wrong?”
Request: Can I get an
imagine where Dean and Sam are on a hunt with their friend, who’s like a sister
to them, and Castiel’s soulmate? She goes to fight something that went after a
baby and destroys it because when she was younger she lost her baby sister?
Word Count: 1,013
“Y/N, you need to be rational about this.” Dean attempts,
watching as you stuff yet another gun
into your trusty knapsack. You only glare at him in response, eyes boring holds
of pure heat into him – and not in a good way. He’s never seen you like this –
it’s frightening. For someone who usually provides so much joy and light,
you’re terrifying when you’re on a mission.
You flip the flap over and haul it onto your back, “Rational went out of the
window the second we established that a baby
was a target here. A baby, Dean!
How are you still sat on your ass?!”
Sam, who is intelligently sat on the bed in the corner,
visibly flinches. Good. Let him flinch – let him be afraid. Let them both see
how deadly serious you are about this, because any form of play disappeared
from the chess game a long time ago.
Too long – it could already be too late, for all you know.
“Y/N, sit down. This… thing, it’s been going after people
for a long time. It’s good at it. We need a plan before we go charging in there.”
A special cult of vampires,
travelling from town to town, prizing the blood of the young and innocent over
any other. They don’t get a look-in most of the time, but here… it’s a given.
They’ve wormed their way into the social care system, and it’s only a matter of
“I don’t give a shit!” You explode, having to resist going
for the gun at your side, “We’ve taken out bigger and badder things with less
planning. We don’t have the time, Dean. Sam, you have to agree with me.”
Sam lifts his head, but only to give you an apologetic shake
of the head. If you’d been even slightly less human than you are, you’d have
“I can’t believe- you know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m
leaving. Call me when the two of you have managed to grow a pair.” You turn on
your heel, and make it all of three steps towards the door before bouncing
straight off something as hard and steady as stone.
“Y/N? What is the problem? I could feel your distress.” He
says softly, hands coming to rest of your shoulders. Despite the calm he always
offers, you can still feel your heart racing and stomach twisting – you’d
accepted the bond between the two of you just a few months ago, meaning that
him being there and so close combined with all of the emotion and turmoil of
Of all the stupid, annoying, embarrassing things, your
stupid human brain doesn’t know how to do anything but burst into tears.
Completely overwhelmed by everything, you crumple into his chest, tears already
building up and flooding over in protest of it all.
Before you know it, you’re bundled into his arms, the warm
glow of his protection quickly enfolding you in comfort – both of you know how
dangerous and volatile the bond can be, and you’re slowly adjusting, but with
every hardship you learn that it’s worth it. Even when he does get… grumpy,
whenever you’re less than smiling.
“What did you say to her?” Cas snarls, still holding
you close. Dean holds fast, though seeing one of his best friends as terrifying
as that… to his credit, he waits until Cas’ gaze moves back to you before he
“We… realised that the cult’s victims are children; that the
random killings were just to throw us off.” Sam says softly, ever the diffuser,
“Y/N… wanted to go straight away. We thought that we needed a plan.”
Something sparks in Cas’ eyes. Both brothers see it – and
you feel it, through something deeper and more innate. Before you can lift your
head to comment, the motel room has fallen away from beneath your feet and you’re…
in a brightly lit park. Children play, parents talk idly, but none of them so
much as look at the pair of you.
Cas pulls back then, wiping away the tears from your face
and searching your eyes for a few moments, “This is about your sister.”
“Sam and Dean don’t know about her.”
A shake. You hadn’t wanted to tell them – not when they had
their own sibling-related issues, and certainly not when you didn’t feel like
you could talk about it without falling into a thousand pieces, yourself, even
all these years later.
“Y/N, you don’t have to hide it. You did nothing wrong,” His
voice is low and soothing, like the soft warmth of a blanket by a fire after a
snowstorm, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. We all bear our scars – Sam and
Dean are family. They aren’t going to judge you.”
“I know.” You wipe at your eyes, unable to meet his azure
gaze, “But… I just didn’t want to talk about it. She should be here, she should
be alive. But she isn’t. And this is the least I can do to make up for that.”
Cas pauses, then nods, reaching down and taking one of your
hands in both of his, soft and steady, “Alright. You and I, we’ll go together.
How is that?”
There isn’t another option but to nod: you can’t take the
hunt alone, and you certainly aren’t going to go with Sam and Dean now. Plus,
what better than time spent with your soulmate? Even hunting time is better
than no time.
The hunt went smoothly – even when you slip back into the
motel room, hidden under Cas’ celestial cloak of silence, and slide into bed,
the panic and flood of emotions has ebbed away. You’re exhausted, and by the
time Cas has draped his coat over you and taken a seat next to you in order to
watch over you – a position he’s taken up most nights, over the past few months
– you’re knocked out.
Even so, he watches over you – and the boys. Because you’re
family. And family, blood or not, doesn’t give up on each other.
He is child in an adults body. Raising his own children would be a walk in the park! He’s always up for playing pretend or dress up with them and you better believe he will get them a mountain of Lego to play with!
Protect of his child, very. He’s one of those dads that will give his children alot of freedom but as soon as they’re going out with someone he wants to know who they are with and where. No harm shall come to them.
Dad jokes are extremely common, in fact he probably tells his child to call him ‘dadmark’! Every time he makes his child sigh or ugh he laughs and gives them a hair ruffle.
Sometimes it will feel like his child is looking after him, especially when he take them to the toy shop. On many occasions he will be the one buying the toys for his own entertainment.
Pushes his children to their absolute limits and cheering them on every step of the way. If he knows that his child can do something he will bribe them, cheer them and whatever else to help them achieve their goals!
To annoy his child he does many things. His personal favorite being to tickling their hips till they’re crying with laughter and putting them on his shoulders (Still laughing) and running around the house!
He adores it when his child lets him do their hair, no matter the length or texture. If it’s short he gives them a quiff, if it’s long he’ll give them a danish braid! if it’s mid-way he’ll do plaited pigtails!
Sometimes when he’s bored and his child is nearby, he’ll make a game out of trying to put his tiny hat on their head without them noticing. If he achieves it he’ll take a picture and posted it on Snap chat.
Trips to the shops to get ingredients is pretty common, he loves to bake with his child! Only the best danish pastries recipes will be taught and anyone who even smells them will being to drool!
When nobody is around or is coming over he will turn the living room into a giant pillow fort! He loves to see the look on his child’s face as they dive into the fort of pillows and blankets he’s made.
Dad rating: Everything is awesome
He is a very caring and fathering man, he is always doing everything he can for his children; the cooking, cleaning, general family bonding, anything to keep them happy!
Strictness wise he is rather flexible. MOST of the time he will brush of misbehavior and give his child a quick scold. Just, don’t make him angry. For the love of everything holy and your safety don’t!
The amount of worrying he does over his children is almost enough to worry about him. He is always on edge when his child is staying at a friends, you better believe he has the friends parents phone number!
You know when your mum/dad/guardian see a friend outside the shop and starts to talk for them for about fifty years? Yeah… he’s that dad. Best bring something to entertain yourself with!
He is very relaxed when it comes to emotional issues, if his children have any problems at all he’ll talk them through it and then give them words of encouragement and enthusiasm!
Also that dad that takes his children to the park and has a flock of mothers surrounding him. All of them are very kind and such, but can he please watch his baby whilst they’re swinging on the monkey bars?
One of the Parent Council dads, he is very involved in his children’s education. Plus he can prove that he’s the best at making cookies! No one can beat Santa’s cookies after all~
Speaking of being Santa, he’s children always get the best presents! But they do have to stay over at uncle Estonia’s house for Christmas eve. Only because he needs to do his job though.
Sauna days with his kids! He loves to just sit back and let the steam engulf him. If the steam is too intense for his child, they can always go for a nice swim in the pool!
He is always giving his children hugs. He will find any excuse to give his kiddo a tight snuggle, good moments and bad! Unless of course they don’t like hugs in which case, hair ruffles are good too!
Dad rating: Baby in a box (If you don’t get that click: here)
At first, he has no idea what on earth he is doing. For those who are friends/family of Iceland will likely receive 3am phone calls with the topic; ‘What do I do when my child cries?’
He is probably that dad that is completely awkward dad that makes jokes at the wrong time, Denmark does that right? Denmark raised him so jokes are a thing that good dads do right? (Send the lad some help please)
Mr.Puffin is the official “HELP ME PARENT PLEASE!” bird, as much as it may annoy the poor puffin it will keep him busy. Family chill time is probably everyone’s favorite time.
Saying all of this, he does try his best. He tries to show his children the wonders of his land and others, as odd as it may seem he knows that the world is very large and he hopes they will see it all!
He enjoys telling them old folktales for bedtime stories! Sometimes he’ll go on for long after his child has fell asleep, so many tales that have been passed on to tell from the people lost in time.
They’re raised to be able to speak more than one language, He can get pretty embarrassed speaking his own language (Source: X (Trivia point!)). He wants his children to be able to wonder the world understand others!
School wise is eeh… He believes that education is the way too success but coming to him with homework or school drama is not the best idea. He either doesn’t know or doesn’t really care.
Discipline wise, he’s got it down to a T, he knows that as soon as the Wifi password is changed and the remotes have been hidden his child is all of a sudden going to be rather nice to him~
To add to the point above, he cannot stand bratty children. From day one he will tell them “You respect me, I respect you” and if they follow that rule then they will be very close!
He can be pretty clingy to his child, he doesn’t like to be surround by people but he’s not a big fan of being all by himself. His child will probably be around him alot to stop him from being too lonely.
Dad rating: How to be a good papa?
The chill parent™ literally. He is very tolerant and patient with his children. He will let them do as they please as long as they stay within their boundaries. So long as they do it’s chill™
He will probably put his children on a pedestal like he does Iceland. He’s always going on about how his children are amazing and how cute they look in that outfit he bought them(like Maes from FMA? please tell me if i’m wrong)
To any out lookers, they would say that he’s got a good hand on raising his children. They would be right! Besides the mental screaming and the worrying coffee intake from lack of sleep due to worrying about them, he’s fine!
Dad jokes are a thing, but in a weird way. His child can say anything and he would pause, stare and murmur a really bad pun under his breath. I.e. ‘Whoa, papa! Look at this!’ ‘……I can’t believe it’s not butter...’
He spoils his children more than he is willing to admit, they could see something on TV and he would surprise them with it the next day. He can’t really help it, he doesn’t want them to live like he used to.
Emotional stuff he’s pretty good at! He is able to sit there and listen to any problems his children are facing for hours if he must. He is also willing to hug them and sooth their worries with comforting songs!
Adores telling his children myths and folklore! Sometimes he’ll even take them on drives to the places and introduce them to the creatures that the stories are based around!
Whenever the midnight sun or the Nordic lights are on show he’ll let his children stay up to see them. Joined with the forces of caffeine and warm blankets he’ll sit outside with them all night if they want.
To him, his children are a blessing and something to live for. If he is ever lacking motivation or inspiration he’ll think about his children and BAM! You’ve got one very determined Norwegian.
He takes alot of time off work to spend with his children. He wants to be apart of their lives and for them to always know that he loves them, for him nothing is more important than his family.
Dad rating: Butter hurry up with that homework
This man is a papa and a half! He is already raising two kids (Sealand & Ladonia!) so the man knows what he’s doing. He is always alot more relaxed when with kids and is happy to care for them!
He is very good at keeping his children in line, how exactly? Star charts. He knows that losing a gold star is everyone’s worse nightmare and he will use this to his advantage. Gold stars are given to good kiddos only!
Want a tree house? Because his children are getting a tree mansion! Nearly all of their room’s furniture and toys are made by him, but don’t worry they’re made entirely out of love!
Super protective of his little ones! He would never let any harm come to them whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally. If anyone dares to hurt them he will be knocking on the culprits door at 3am!
Sometimes he’ll take his kids with him for a small fishing trip if the weather is right. Sure camping may be a little boring but it’s the bonding that counts! Plus fishing can be rather relaxing~
He is always willing to participate in games with his little ones, even pretend and sports! If it means that they’re gaining an interest in a possible future career or dream then he will do his best to guide them.
To his children he can seem like a rag doll at certain times, he doesn’t mind them climbing onto his shoulders or letting them borrow his glasses. If it keeps them happy and they’re safe then it’s fine.
Education wise he is the man when his children need help with homework. He will talk them through the problem and give them as much motivation as they need, sometimes in the form of pastries!
All drawings and school achievements will have a special spot on the fridge for all to see. Any of his little ones achievements will be rewarded with a meal out wherever they want!
His absolute favorite thing in the world is to wake up with his little family all fallen asleep on the sofa with him, he thinks it’s so cute seeing them all snuggled up on top of him with a blanket covering them all~
Request: Can I request protective yoongi scenarios (since i like this side of him but wanna see toward his family) where Yoongi let Taehyung and Jimin take Taeyeon to theme park with their kids. Then Taejun tell his dad he likes Taeyeon and since Taehyung adoresTaeyeon, he likes the idea. Later when Yoongi joined them, he saw his daughter hand in hand with Taehyung’s son, he got over protective. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much.
Genre: Family / Friendship.
-We will be joining you later- Yoongi said to Taehyung who was the one taking the bag you had prepared for Taeyeon, you had to go run some errands together so it had been great when Taehyung had offered to take Taeyeon with him to the park since he was taking his son too and soon Yoongi learned Jimin was going as well with his twins.
-It’s all fine hyung, you take your time, we will have fun-
You were talking with Jimin as Taeyeon was greeting Minah and the two boys. -Be careful, don’t let them go by themselves-
-Come on hyung- Taehyung laughed patting Yoongi’s back. -I’ll take care of her as if he was mine-
Yoongi nodded dedicating a fond glance to his daughter. -I’m just saying, none of your wives are going, and you two like parks too much-
Taehyung laughed at that and Jimin busted in the conversation. -Hey, we are perfectly responsible people-
-He’s just nervous to let go of Taeyeon- you whispered to Jimin who whispered to Taehyung making both of them laugh and Yoongi glare.
-Yah, what are you whispering there Y/N? And you too, rascals-
You laughed too going back to his side. -We were just saying you are bitter because you are not going-
Yoongi snorted placing his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer, you saw the four children, they were all around the same age, Taejun, Taehyung’s son, being the oldest with six, but they all interacted well together, it wasn’t the first time they met so they were pretty friendly with each other, little Taemin, Jimin’s son, being the shyest.
Taeyeon you knew would be perfectly ok, her uncles adored her, and she was a pretty capable five year old, playful and just a bit shy with strangers, but with them she was in her comfort zone, she was specially close with Taejun since they were just months apart in age and they got along well.
Instead of going to Lotte World, they were going to Seoul Children’s Grand Park which was likely to be less crowded but it was a great park too. You were a bit anxious too, a natural thing to see your little girl go out when at her short age it were rare the times when she went out, to anywhere that wasn’t school, without you. For Yoongi you knew it was a hard thing as his little girl was the apple of his eye, he was overprotective with you and the same thing translated to his daughter. They accommodated all the children on the back seat, the four of them going comfortably in Taehyung’s SUV.
-Call us if anything- you told them and both men nodded. -Have fun!- you cheered making the children wave and cheer back.
-Daddy!- Taeyeon threw a kiss at him and you could almost see Yoongi’s spirit falling and melting, it was a wonder how he just waved back cooly instead of clutching his heart.
Do you remember when you learned to read, or like me, can you not even
remember a time when you didn’t know how? I must have learned from
having been read to by my family. My sisters and brother, much older,
read aloud to keep me from pestering them; my mother read me a story
every day, usually a children’s classic, and my father read from the
four newspapers he got through every evening. Then, of course, it was
Uncle Wiggily at bedtime.
So I arrived in the first grade, literate, with a curious cultural
assimilation of American history, romance, the Rover Boys, Rapunzel, and
The Mobile Press. Early signs of genius? Far from it. Reading was an
accomplishment I shared with several local contemporaries. Why this
endemic precocity? Because in my hometown, a remote village in the early
1930s, youngsters had little to do but read. A movie? Not often —
movies weren’t for small children. A park for games? Not a hope. We’re
talking unpaved streets here, and the Depression.
Books were scarce. There was nothing you could call a public library, we
were a hundred miles away from a department store’s books section, so
we children began to circulate reading material among ourselves until
each child had read another’s entire stock. There were long dry spells
broken by the new Christmas books, which started the rounds again.
As we grew older, we began to realize what our books were worth: Anne of
Green Gables was worth two Bobbsey Twins; two Rover Boys were an even
swap for two Tom Swifts. Aesthetic frissons ran a poor second to the
thrills of acquisition. The goal, a full set of a series, was attained
only once by an individual of exceptional greed — he swapped his
sister’s doll buggy.
We were privileged. There were children, mostly from rural areas, who
had never looked into a book until they went to school. They had to be
taught to read in the first grade, and we were impatient with them for
having to catch up. We ignored them.
And it wasn’t until we were grown, some of us, that we discovered what
had befallen the children of our African-American servants. In some of
their schools, pupils learned to read three-to-one — three children to
one book, which was more than likely a cast-off primer from a white
grammar school. We seldom saw them until, older, they came to work for
Now, 75 years later in an abundant society where people have laptops,
cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with
books. Instant information is not for me. I prefer to search library
stacks because when I work to learn something, I remember it.
And, Oprah, can you imagine curling up in bed to read a computer?
Weeping for Anna Karenina and being terrified by Hannibal Lecter,
entering the heart of darkness with Mistah Kurtz, having Holden
Caulfield ring you up — some things should happen on soft pages, not
The village of my childhood is gone, with it most of the book
collectors, including the dodgy one who swapped his complete set of
Seckatary Hawkinses for a shotgun and kept it until it was retrieved by
an irate parent.
Now we are three in number and live hundreds of miles away from each
other. We still keep in touch by telephone conversations of recurrent
theme: “What is your name again?” followed by “What are you reading?” We
don’t always remember.