#Gene Cleaves

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

BEFORE HE REALLY WENT "CUCKOO," SONNY WORE A PIN-STRIPED SUIT.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on Sonny the Cuckoo Bird in his earliest cereal box art incarnation, and was designed by Gene Cleaves in 1962. Sonny's first cereal box appearance was made in the mid '60s, a wholenseven years after Cocoa Puff's first hit market shelves.

Source: www.pinterest.com/pin/370913719307824920.

[kurithedweeb]

I know we always talk about Garroth ending up looking exactly like his father, but what about Dante growing up to look eerily like Gene.

When he joins up with Phoenix Drop, he's still young. He's a little on the short side, still a bit too thin from life in the wild and imprisonment, and he's a little anxious and shaky around so many people after having grown unused to living in a village. The smiling faces of the citizens remind you of your old home, of clamoring crowds and standing frozen in the plaza as your brother . . .

Anyway, it's good here. It's easy to fit in. The guards joke around with you and make sure you're healthy. They don't know a thing about dual wielding, but you get plenty of sparring partners out of helping the local baker practice her magick, and you maybe make a friend too. You're not too sure how you feel about the Lord, but she's a kind soul and does her best to make sure you're comfortable here in town, and her kids are great. Babysitting the boys is easily your favorite duty. Yeah, it's good here. For the first time in a long while, you feel like you're doing good.

Then the war comes. The children and non-combatants are sent away. The jovial atmosphere of the guard tower has soured into solemn silence as you make your final preparations. In the morning, you step into the battlefield and you go to war for the first time in your life. You have a horrible feeling in your gut that it won’t be the last.

You, Sir Laurance and Sir Garroth make a good team. It makes you sick. The three of you cross the battlefield at a slow and inevitable pace, cutting down any soldier that dares stray too close, and together you cleave the enemy forces in half, scattering them. The killing comes easy to you. You had hoped that in this peaceful new village, with time, you would become unfamiliar to how easily you were once able to take a life, but right then you’re glad your body never forgot the motions of death. Glad for the blood that stains your hands—how can you be glad?

You can’t remember how long you fought for. Days, weeks? Surely not months, or so you think. Yours is a small force, and though Miss Lucinda is a good healer, she grows tired while the other army’s numbers are replenished time and again. You remember the bags under her eyes as she tipped a potion sip by sip into your mouth the time you were shot through the face.

You remember sneaking into the enemy camp in the dead of night, skirting around the edges of it to the back line where the archers rested. You quietly slit five of their throats before you were noticed, and managed to slash another across the belly before the arrow caught you in the side of the face, in one cheek and out the other. The wood of the shaft cracked when you bit down. It was everything you could do not to scream as you fled. Dale thought you were a fiend when you first stepped out of the shadows, face obscured in blood and cradling your jaw as you cupped a hand beneath your mouth in an effort to catch more blood before it left a trail. Laurance held you while Garroth split the arrowhead from the rest of it with a knife and pulled the shaft out the other side of your face, your jaw gripped tight in one hand to keep you from struggling. It took hours to pull the splinters from your cheeks and tongue before they sent you to wake the healer. The whole ordeal had been excruciating. You might have cried. You remember that a lot more clearly than most other times at war. After a while, it’s hard to tell which side spills more blood when so much is shed that red squishes out of the earth wherever you step.

Every day, you fought dawn to dusk. And then one day you won. By Nicole literally knocking some sense into her father, of all things! You find a quiet corner to throw up in and for a beautiful moment, you think life in this little town you’ve started thinking of as home will go back to being good. Until your Lord tells you to guard the village as she races past the gates, and she doesn’t come back. None who followed her do either.

For days, you stand waiting at the gates. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep. O’khasis is gone, Scaleswind has made a refuge of the plaza, and still there is no sign of your Lord or your brothers-in-arms. You won’t even leave to have your wounds seen to. Nicole has to drag a doctor to the gates to treat you, and the entire time you watch the forest hoping that any moment they will reappear. You only step away when someone brings you news that the ship that took the children away has returned. You should be the one to tell them.

Zoey knows something is wrong the moment she sees you. Levin and Malachi smile and ask where their mother is—they call you ‘uncle’ while they do. You get down on your knees before them, and you gather them close in your arms, and you cry as you tell them their mother has been missing since the day the war ended. You’re still holding them when the exhaustion catches up with you.

Zoey is with you when you wake. She tells you you’ve been out nearly two days. She fusses over you, and you know you’ve worried her because that’s what she does when she’s worried. You’re a mess anyway, so you let her fuss. You drink the broth she makes you, you change into the clothes she provides, you sit still while she cuts the unruly mats of your hair and shaves your face. You used to cut yourself shaving all the time, no one ever taught you how and you were only six or so when Gene was learning to; you don’t remember now how he showed you each step or the laugh in his voice at the face of disgust you made when you slapped a little hand into the lather on his face and left behind a tiny palmprint. Zoey doesn’t cut you once. When she’s done with you, she takes you by the arm and guides you back into civilization, where everyone who remained has decided already on search parties to go out looking for your missing friends.

You head each expedition. Dale brings himself out of retirement to watch over the town while you’re gone, and asks only that you also look for his son. Does he know you used to be a tracker, used to spend days in the woods trailing coyotes and runaways for enough coin to carry you through the cold months? You try for him, but the ground is soft still and every step anyone takes leaves a print, all overlapping and muddled. You keep an eye out as you circle the same stretches of woods for days, but you find nothing. Your group goes further and faster than any other, the first to find and dismantle bandit camps and dens of fiends, but no matter how far you go you find not a sign of anyone who has disappeared that day. It’s as though they vanished into thin air. Every time you return home, Dale looks at you with hopeful eyes, and every time you must take him aside and break his heart a little more. Eventually, he stops asking.

For a year, you search. The area has never been safer. You have never felt so alone as when people start to suggest that a funeral may be in order.

You feel like a monster for the rage in your voice when you denounce these people. You know they aren’t dead—you would have felt such a thing, you know, you would have felt pieces of yourself snapping like wire pulled too taut, you would have felt the sharp edges tangling inside you—it would have felt like it did when the brother you killed rose from the grave to slit your throat and cut your very existence from the memory of Boboros. You hear white noise rumbling in your ears when the first brave soul says Sir Dante, there’s been no sign for a year now, and your blood is boiling when you slap their comforting hand off your shoulder. You spit that you’re not giving up just because everyone else has taken no evidence of life to mean the surety of death, and with their pitying looks burning into your back to return to the woods. You scream into the trees until you can’t anymore. When it doesn’t help, you use your considerable tracking skills to hunt something, anything, until you feel human again.

You crawl back home the day before the funeral with your cape stained with blood; they held it back so you could attend. You polish your armor and swords until they shine, and the warped reflection of your own face makes you feel sick the way waging war did. You stand at attention the entire ceremony without moving a muscle. When Dale reads the names of the deceased at the end, offering their souls into the embrace of the Matron, you salute, and the clatter of your armor silences the crowd.

Everyone who fought in the war salutes with you. So do your Lord’s sons. You’re too tired to cry. You hold your salute long after everyone else has left.

The remaining forces of Scaleswind return home. One by one, family by family, the streets of your home empty. Without your Lord, without your guard, the citizens trickle out the front gates and never turn back. Some apologize to you as they say their goodbyes, and some of them you actually believe. You close the gate behind each of them until all that remains is you, Zoey, and your Lord’s sons. Then Zoey tells you she’s taking the boys to the Yggdrasil Forest. She holds you tight for too long and kisses your brow when you show them to the gate for the last time.

You can’t believe you ever thought you knew what loneliness was before this.

For five years, you are completely and utterly alone. You search and you patrol and you do your best to maintain the village. You don’t believe in Irene, but every day before dawn you stand before her statue and look down down down over the cliff’s edge and pray that this won’t be the rest of your life. That you haven’t deluded yourself into believing a fantasy, that you haven’t made such an incredible fool of yourself that people can’t bear to be around you, that you haven’t been forgotten. For five years, you pray that someone, somewhere, remembers that you exist. You look down down down over the cliff’s edge and have the terrible thought that you don’t know what you’d do if you were forgotten again.

The gate is falling apart. You don’t know how to repair the damage the weather’s done to it, you tried to patch the cracks but it never holds. With each year, you’ve been pushed further and further outtowards the coast. The only places you have the energy to maintain anymore are the guard tower and your Lord’s home. You blockaded the gates when the mechanism broke, you check it on occasion to be sure no bandits get in, and one day you hear voices from the other side. Familiar voices. You scramble up the wall and look over the other side at a boy you don’t recognize looking back up at you. He says, Is that Uncle Dante? and you climb down as fast as you can to embrace Malachi.

He’s nearly the age you were when you first met his mother. He’s grown tall, and strong enough to carry his brother on his back. Levin is fevered when you first see him, flush and hurting even as he dozes, and Malachi tells you he can’t walk from how bad he hurts. You remember how Zoey fretted over him when he was young, how sometimes he’d scream for seemingly no reason, and once you show them to their mother’s home Malachi refuses to leave his bedside.

You sit with them and ask where Zoey is. Malachi tells you of her obsession, and the relief that you are not alone in the belief that those who disappeared are alive feels like a hint of betrayal. You’re relieved that she’s driving herself into a downward spiral because of what? Because it makes you feel like you were reasonable to fight not to let their souls be put to rest?

You wait for her at the gates deep into the night and take her to her boys when she bursts from the woods, frantic that she’d lost them, and safe if your Lord’s home she holds you so tight your ribs hurt from the force of her grip. After so long, you’re not alone anymore.

You wake before dawn and strap your swords to your back. For the first time in a long time, you feel safe enough to go without your armor. You hike up the steep cliff to the Irene statue. You kneel before her to offer your thanks. You look into the pool at her feet and fear grips you by the throat.

Your brother’s face looks back at you.

You wear your swords the way he did. Your hair falls like his, dark in the shadow of Irene. Your face is gaunt and pale from old habits, eating only enough to sustain yourself so rations will stretch long enough for you to find more—do you remember how they starved Gene before they killed him? How they weakened him so he wouldn’t have the energy to fight? How pale and gaunt he was, dirt streaking over the side of his face, blood and grime drying in his hair, shaking and sweaty with how hard he fought back? Do you remember the scar that twisted around his throat when he returned from the dead to get his vengeance? Your collar is open over the scar he left twisting across your own, and it matches his own so very well. In the shadows of your eyes, you see his own staring back.

You think of the war. You think of how easy the killing was. You think of how easily Gene cut through the guards, the Lord, the memories of Boboros. The rage in his voice when he denounced you as his brother, the twist of his smile when he told you he would leave you to rot, Dante. No one will ever remember you. You can see that twist in the corners of your own smile, pushed into shape by the deep scars on your cheeks. You and your brother are the same.

You’re shaking too much to stand. You never go without your armor again.

[shadowqueenjude]

Ok but what if bc Lucien has strong magic genes from his mother and the spell-cleaving genes from his father plus that all-seeing eye he can break mating bonds and he breaks the feysand mating bond and sparks chaos. Should I write feral Lucien?😈

[anulithots]

Random ask, can I ask what are apoptosis and caspases (in simple terms)?

I have been summoned

(my 'noorie rambles. be very afraid' tag will make so much sense now. I tried to talk about it in a way that's a way that's both engaging and simple. Lots of metaphors.)

Caspases destroy the cell if it needs to die. They dismantle the cell parts as the cell membrane turns into bubbles, containing all the damaged pieces within so that a white blood cell might disposes of them. That's apoptosis in a nutshell.

But why must the cell die you ask?

Plenty of reasons. Human embryos have webbed fingers, and apoptosis causes the webbing to dissipate. Tadpoles too, use apoptosis to rid of their tails so they can become frogs. Apoptosis opposes growth - aka mitosis - and it keeps the body in homeostasis - or a balance of sorts. The destruction to mitosis's creation.

However, what I find most interesting, what is the subject of much research nowadays, and what holds the most opportunity for angsty biology fanfics (most important/j) is that apoptosis opposes tumorigenesis. In other words, if something goes wrong, if the cell gets some notion that it might try to cheat death and live forever, if it has the inklings of an idea to hijack the rest of the body through growing its own lump of cells and draining the body of its nutrients... if it decides to throw a mutiny at the expense of peace...

Then the cellular system realizes, and it activates the caspases.

(Usually how a cell 'decides' is when something wrong happens with genetic replication, mutations and such and such. There are two labels of genes relating to this. Proto-oncogenes promote cell growth and avoid apoptosis - these are the creation genes, the ones that wish to achieve the heights of production and throw all caution to the wind. Whereas tumor suppressor genes are... tumor suppressors. They are the little 'angel on the cell's shoulder' that says 'you've done wrong, now commit cell death and accept your fate'. When a proto-oncogene mutates, it becomes an oncogene. Basically, the genes that said to grow for the sake of the body now says to grow at the expense of the body, the 'devil on the cell's shoulder' won... and now it'll try to cheat death)

Caspases are a type of enzyme, which is a subset of proteins. I like thinking about it like this: enzymes are witches, spell crafters. Proteins in general function like worker bees, but enzymes are the ones who actively create and destroy, the ones that change the way the universe manifests so life can exist. They utilize reactants from their environment - materials which they are named after, such as proteases that cleave other proteins - to either create larger, energy storing molecules (endergonic reactions), or break down large, energy storing molecules to release energy (exergonic reactions).

(One type of enzyme that I like is called kinases, they basically initiate things, they tell the cell 'it's okay to do things' or 'this will be dangerous, let's not do that', or 'oof this cell doesn't have the proper genes, that could be a problem, how about we destroy everything so this doesn't become a big issue?')

When the cell needs to die, the caspases activate.

Humans have 14 caspases. I wish I knew what all of them are, but the pub med articles I read do not have a whole list of them like a pokedex from pokemon (at least that I have read so far, after ap testing there's one article I want to read that seems to have ANSWERS to a lot of my questions)

So imagine this, the cell has lots of caspases floating around in the cytoplasm/water jelly environment. These beings of death in huge numbers in a perpetual slumber, just floating around, until the cell decides it needs them to destroy its existence, and it activates them.

(ALTHOUGH some of my questions refer to the "caspase-dependent non-lethal cellular processes", so far what I've been able to find is that if the cell needs some repair to the cytoskeleton/structure of the cell, then it activates a few caspases to destroy parts of it, so that the repair may start.)

There are two types: inflammatory caspases (if I remember correctly, this is caspase 1,4, and... a few others I'll have to check) and apoptotic caspases. What we're interested in are the apoptotic caspases. Initiator caspases get activated first. The way I story-fy them/see them in my head is as the older sibling types who condone violence. If the cell needs to die because of an external signal - a message from far away to destroy itself, to which it must oblige - then caspase 8 activates. If the cell needs to die because of an internal signal - something inside isn't right, and what a havoc it would be to pass that on through replication, so the proteins decide the fate of the world it lives in, and it choses death for the sake of the wider body- then caspase 9 activates.

Both these initiator caspases cleave (meaning 'cut', these inactive beasts are not yet 'complete', so they need further modification after activation to work properly. If the cell were to create caspases fully functional and finished, the large number of caspases would kill the entire cell, so they don't finish, they subdue the ones behind their death, and make sure to regulate their slumber.) their 'younger, violent siblings': caspase 7 and caspase 3. The doll I have is a caspase 3.

(I've found more information on them than caspase 7... although.. the one article I found.... it should have information on them all, the amount of searching I've done for those sorts of answers... but alas... I need to read the material for the ap bio exam... which does not include caspases.... one day...)

Caspase 3, as far as I could gather, destroys the cytoskeleton. The cytoskeleton supports the entire cell, acting as the 'tent poles' that keep the floppy cell membrane from collapsing. Collapsing, however, is exactly what the caspase 3 wants. It dismantles the whole thing, along with activating and inactivating a slew of other proteins. (it's an assassin basically.)

And with this, the caspases bow, for the cell is separated within these small little 'blebs' (they look like bubbles) and the cell is destroyed.

OH AND LAST LITTLE THING!

If something inhibits the caspases, the cell goes through with necrosis, which is basically instead of becoming little bubbles, the cell membrane ruptures and the cell 'guts spill out'

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!! <3 <3 I got to blabber about caspases and it gave me happy sparkles.

ALSO, here's the doll I made for caspase 3:

[worldbuilding-tomfoolery]

Magiautotrophs

When Olua is deep into star-feeding, magic floods the atmosphere, and the air fills with critters who feed on it. It's so thick with life, certain macrofauna swim the sky throughout summernoon. Many microorganisms have developed ways essentially eat magic. These magisynthetic processes are fundamentally different from photo- or chemosynthetic ones, leading to a new set of trophic categories for Oluan microbes: Magiotrophs. An organism may get their energy, their electrons, or both from magic. An organism who does both and obtains carbon via CO2 fixation would be fully termed a magiomagiautotroph -- magiotroph for short. Though the convention is to shorten a -troph to its first (and sometimes third) prefix, a non-magisynthetic organism who nonetheless oxidizes magic for electrons will often be called a magitroph anyway, due to the novelty and contextual significance of the concept.

Side note

Though plenty of species use magic in myriad ways, including various energy-boosting strategies, no known eukaryote has figured out how to use magic directly as food, the way plants use sunlight. Magic, by definition, is poorly understood, so it is yet unknown why this is a power exclusive to the micros.

One popular hypothesis posits the ability originated in domain Alcana and spread via horizontal gene transfer to some other species; among alcans with fully sequenced genomes, over 90% have genes that code for magisynthetic biomachinery. Same and similar genes have been found in several bacteria and archaea (some of which are relative newcomers to Olua). Trace amounts of these genes have even been found in lichens. Though the magisynthetic section of archaea and bacteria is much smaller, that they possess these sequences at all implies remarkable things for interdominal HGT, and the role magic may play in the process.

Second side note

There is emerging evidence certain alcan lineages have evolved ways to avoid cleaving oxygen during carbon fixation, likely due to the sheer abundance of atmospheric oxygen and magiparticles' resemblance to it. Big if true.

(Is it possible some of these microbes have complexes unrelated to Rubisco at all?)

[dear-saint-anthony]

Extracts from Gio’s diary.

a little transcript in case my handwriting is too terrible:

august 2021 (before first breakup with aaron)

you are expanding and constricting in blues and purple, bruised lungs, beaten and deoxygenated above me. me, trapped in your ribcage. i feel like the body who’s spleen i sleep on had swallowed a stone, and i’m just rattling around your torso.

i wish i was buried between someones vertebrate but theres no one around to eat me. i dont think im a very a pretty stone, maybe id be more edible if i were smaller or if i were a kinder stone. i dont think people would care that i was hard to swallow then. But im not a pretty stone and im not a smart stone so they feel every scratch as i drag myself down their oesophagus.

I think it would be better if people got operations and surgeries to remove me anyway. i dont want to be in there anymore, i want to turn faster and farther in between their organs so they take me out. i dont really want them anyway. i want to be a stone on the shore, i dont think id be on a shingle beach. i dont know if there are any stones anymore, i think im the last to be removed. ive been feeling sick a lot more recently, my heart beats so fast and heavy in my chest. it shocks me

i think sometimes its easy to forget im alive, im just going through the motions

october 2021 (just moved schools)

“I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth / I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself”

I cant begin to understand him, his heart is pouring out love for everyone that passes him, how could he feel more connected to uncaring strangers than uncaring nature? the stranger chooses not to care, chooses to loathe and anger, nature has no say in it. It creates storms and tsumanis and fells trees and cleaves land in on itself through no fault of it own, through no choice. Maybe the stranger doesnt have a choice either, maybe that is nature, a passage of self and outward destruction writen into genes and dna and into lines of bark and blades of grass. Maybe its nature not to care, but that makes me too sad to believe. and anyway, if i was to be hurled into an uncaring sea or an uncaring crowd of strangers, id ask to be ploughed against rocks and turn sea foam pink, i dont like strangers.

I need to stop thinking about that stupid passage about his stupid abundance of understanding. I need to read something else, probably do some homework or something.

[pheonixdrop]

🔫 hand over the lore toxi

OK SO quick context: I was feverous last night, and when I’m feverous I semi-hallucinate Horrors.

This is gonna be LONG

Shadowknights are born when a mortal dies with a heart full of hate and betrayal. These souls are pulled down into the nether by Shad, and reborn as shadow souls.

shadow souls spend their first century in a converted Nether Fortress called The Nursery.

Gene is the head of the Nursery, in charge of… how should we say… re-educating the shadow souls, and guiding them through their new majick.

When the shadow souls make their first vessel— twist their magic into something tangible— they are graduated to the rank of Fledgeling.

as fledgelings, they receive intensive training, in majicks, combat, deception, etc etc and then sent out into the overworld for their first kill.

The First Kill is a very important milestone for every fledgeling— both culturally and metaphysically.

they are meant to hunt down their old leader, be it a lord/parent/etc. this destroys the ties to their past, permanently cleaving themselves to the ranks of the Shadow-knights.

But in a more real way, their First Kill is also their first true meal.

The Shadow Knights don’t eat human food, obviously, so what powers them?

…why, magic, of course! particularly, soul magic. They eat the dead. any soul will feed adequately, (though the more magic, the better) but the intensity of the relationship is significant.

When they return victorious from the Overworld, they can begin being sent on missions.

Laurence is an interesting case.

Unlike other shadowknights, Laurence doesn’t… die. or rather, he’s never separated from his mortal body. He isn’t alive. He isn’t dead, either.

[sevenrs]

Do you have more iterator immune system headcanons? I would absolutely love to hear them >:) (or just immune system facts in general those are really cool)

inspectors definitely act on a more macro scale when it comes to defenses. there isn't a single cell i can compare them to because the roles of immune cells are very specific and inspectors are pretty general in how they act (poking around crevices, attacking, etc.) i know their design is very hydra-inspired, but they also look like dendritic cells to me.

these cells are best described as the "brains" of the immune system (except they dont have real thoughts and are stupid because they are cells but. moving on). these cells sample the surrounding fluid and if they identify a protein that is foreign, they are the first step in the adaptive immune response. they are technically part of the innate immune system, but they bridge the gap

iterators have a lot of microbes in them that need to stay alive. they probably defend themselves through one of the various immune systems they can have. i think the most interesting is one that a lot of bacteria have, CRISPR-CAS. this defense is primarily used against viruses. when viruses inject their genetic material into the bacteria, the bacteria will take a part of the virus's genome and add it to its own for memory (CRISPR). rna is then transcribed from this dna and cleaved into individual parts, each with one with one piece of rna from one virus. then, with tracer RNA (tracRNA), bind to the CAS9 protein and this complex searches the cell for the matching DNA sequence. when found, it will unwind the viral dna and chop it up, rendering it ineffective as more proteins and enzymes dissolve the DNA. yes this is where gene editing was discovered

this part is speculation, but maybe it helps with iterating. iirc new ideas are thought of when the microbes grow and change :p

[cyanidas]

Let's play a game of how much Lumian lore you can dump on me so I can compile a complete post and use it for world building for a Lumian character of mine (pls give me the knowledge I crave it)

Oh god. Ok you're on

I'll do my best 😵‍💫 if you're looking for anything else / more specific, lmk!

Keep in mind my bs can and will differ from everyone else because everyone is either normal about them or is also weird about them but this time with tails instead, and also in a fundamentally unique way from my shit. And I have a LOT.

So,

Some world setup, because it matters to me; KirinDave as a concept is like 3 characters - Kirin (Craftia), Quetzal (Earth), and Chimera (Twilight). There's other deific rulers of other places but they don't matter rn. Kirin is the god of the Heart, Chimera the Mind, and Quetzal the Form. The 3 have their own backstory but I'll skip it for now.

Quetz came in contact with their people, the humans, in early historic times they were completely terrified of them. Out of shame, Quetz invented different religions to interact with them in a way they could better understand, and chose forms that were more pleasing and comprehensible. Under these guises, these personas, Quetzal fell in love with several humans and they just kinda sired a bunch of demigod children as a result.

Kinda messed up but I'm choosing to cover it up and say the humans they loved knew what they were getting into when they agreed to have sex with a god, including the whole polyamory thing. For all intents and purposes everyone was cool with it except general society who took one look at these "horrific hybrid" half-human half-animalish demigod kids and freaked out, killing nearly half of them and their parents in the process.

This didn't happen like, all at once, just over time for a while until Quetz couldn't take it anymore and decided to relocate the remaining humans, their children, and a good chunk of people who were supportive and capable of running a society successfully, and had an arsenal of angels help relocate them to a planet so far away, Quetzal's Siblings couldn't detect them easily. They kept this planet so secret that they would've loved to take this secret to the ends of the universe and with their deaths if they could've, but you see...

In no time at all, this society came together and grew into one species; The Lumians.

Lumians did not retain their Origin story and have no idea where they came from. The Guardian Angels cleared their ancestor's minds of Earth, and they simply began anew, knowing only their relationships and skills. Lumians became a race of highly scientifically progressed people whose genetics are influenced by the "throw a dart at a board to see what animal you land on" genes of their demigod ancestors, and the naturally adaptive influence of being descended from the god of Life itself.

They were born and raised on a harsh planet with a huge sun and massive insectoid monsters, so they naturally thrived in caves and darker biomes, where they quickly evolved to glow. Soon, their bodies rapidly changed to include pointed ears with sharper hearing to better listen for specific bugs, sharper teeth to cleave through incredibly tough bug meat, stronger/bigger bodies and longer lifespans to survive with, and colored blood/glow for attraction reasons bc blood color is pretty meaningless to their society and it has little to no effect on their bodies or survival.

Lumians have a superiority complex to humans, and assume that they're the result of ancient Lumians who colonized Earth and "devolved". This is a point of contention in their society and anywhere else in space that Lumians interact with humans. Funny enough, despite being smart with technology and science and weaponry, Lumian society valued art and creativity so poorly that entertainment is virtually nonexistent here. They get their kicks by starting and joining wars across space, and partaking in what human culture they can capture from lightyears away.

Their buildings and cities are very sterile-looking, and what color they do intentionally use are organized in mathematical and artificial/generated ways. Idk how to explain it because I haven't looked for architecture that displays this, but think of pretentious billionaire houses. That's kinda what we're working with. Lumians also don't have a class system, so even a lowly outback-type reclusive farmer or woodsman with a small 2x2 home has access to the same rights, funding, and technology as everyone else.

Their planet, Lumina, has a large variety of biomes with jungles, swamps, deserts, temperate zones, rocky barrens, and so on. They only have one ocean, and it's about the size of South America, and in their southern hemisphere. Everywhere else are lakes, rivers, and an incredible amount of underground pocket water and plants that retain a lot of water (like "cut the root open and drink it like a straw" amounts). They do have some mammal-like creatures, but they are usually very tiny and serve as pets.

Some dogs came with their ancestors on the trip and they've also evolved! Due to the strange food they've fed on, they've gotten sleek coats, bigger and tougher teeth, pointy tongues, bigger/wider ears, and very unusual colors and eyes. I'll have to draw them later!

They have similar careers to us, but their society celebrates joining the armada, to an even bigger extent than the US. To them, it's THE job to have, the most noble position to take, you basically become a hero to your family and town. For all interns and purposes, they absolutely are a military state. The leader of the armada is Xephos's dad and he is basically a rockstar and democratically elected emperor of the planet. Matching that, their language is also monolith, but has distinct accents and dialects. I've written the alphabet somewhere on this blog in the past. They do have actual leaders of society that lead certain areas, very much like our countries do, but they all take a backseat to Xeph's father in the end. Everyone in general follows along with him in a similar fashion to how certain white people obsess over the royal British family.

Religion can be niche and taboo depending on the region, and magic is a marginal subculture in general. Lumians don't care a whole lot about bloodlines, lineages, family cultures, so on; everyone is motivated to become independent of themselves, and visiting family is socially accepted to be a rarity. Sometimes their bodies can have more animal-like features, like colored patterns, patches of floof, different shaped pupils or more "wild" irises, sharper nails, maybe even a tail who knows - but these physical differences are as rare as unique physical differences on Earth (i imagine white and black blood could even be possible if the Lumian were albino/melanistic). They have their own spaceships, news, radio, television, school systems, so on so forth. They just don't have a lot of variety in life and it kinda sucks. they suck lmao

Quetzal's secret is now as thinly veiled as tissue paper, thanks to the Lumians' exploration and interaction with Earth and Craftia. Humanoids are very distinctly localized to our solar system, and at least two of the deities are needed to create a living/sentient creature, so a humanoid race existing outside the solar system is definitely a huge cause for suspicion.

also Xeph's dad is planning a secret invasion of Earth and enslavement of humanity and he's overall a horrible person, but only in secret. to the public he's just the bee's fuckin knees.

I hope u like ;w; search my blog for other Lumian stuff, bc I've posted quite a bit about them! ALSO TAG ME IN ANY OCs.....I LIVE FOR THAT SHIT DUDE

[thephantomcasebook]

tbh the showrunners have definitely been giving Alicent + the Greens the villain edit from E6 onwards so I could see them making Alicent a total hypocrite regarding Daeron’s paternity BUT there was absolutely nothing whatsoever in E6 between Alicent and Criston that suggested a past sexual relationship + if Daeron didn’t look Targaryen at birth, Viserys would’ve had a perfect comeback when Alicent was going on about brown hair genes instead of making a wild comparison to horses. I think it’s sloppy writing to introduce that in S2 when they had opportunity in episode 6 to allude to it if it’s true.

Hey, I ain't gonna argue with ya, pal.

I'm just telling you what I heard. I don't know nothing about birth'in no babies. All I know is what I heard - could be bullshit or it could be what the writers and Martin are toying around with.

I will say, in defense, that if Daeron looks like Alicent, Viserys might not have noticed or known. He might not be fully aware that anything is amiss. Criston is only half-Dornish and any kid he'd have with Alicent would look pretty white. Also Alicent and Criston have the same eye color.

Plus, Daeron is so far down the line of succession by the time of his birth that Viserys wouldn't be paying attention to him nor particularly care when Alicent sends him away to foster with Otto and study at the High Tower.

Also, while a stretch, I do think that there is a subtle hint of something more sexual between Alicent and Criston. In that when she's talking about decency and cleaving to each other, well ...

Pictures say more words than I can write.

I mean, are we supposed to ignore the imagery?

When I first saw this I thought that Alicent was gonna stoke his sword hilt and then catch herself.

But I'm with you ... I like the ideal of the Courtly Love and Chaste Soul Mates angle. It's much more fascinating.

Also, it'll be interesting to see how Criston reacts to Larys doing weird and deviant stuff to Alicent. We know that he changes his allegiance several times and I wonder if Criston will chase him off once Alicent tells him what she has uh ... let Larys do to her as blackmail.

I'd really love to see Criston's reaction and head space in protecting Alicent's honor ... cause we know how he dies and why ... and it ties fundamentally to Criston and Alicent's relationship to each other and his devotion.

[axgmented]

❛ if you take side with my enemies , i will not hesitate to cleave your head from your shoulders. ❜

@saishuu-heiki

"cleave it then!"

Rem screams, pushing against that initial fear with the only other thing she knew: anger. It floods her veins, boiling through the hollow channels of her body and causing her limbs to shake. The rage courses through her, eyes filling with the cerulean glow of their shared genes, pupils thinning and her vision feels sharper. Her blazer is torn from her body, laying in a crumpled heap behind her as she storms forward, boots thudding against the concrete of the roof; brass knuckles gripped tightly in her right hand to the point of her joints screaming from the pressure of her grasp.

"tear it from my shoulders with your bare hands!"

rem shouts, that churning in her stomach causing waves of nausea to crest and fall like a wave. Her voice breaks, quivering with the unbridled rage she feels towards the image of his figure. He had to be real this time; the thrumming of her heart matched his own-- she felt his breath with every inhale of own lungs and her cells vibrate with intensity: they call to him, cry for a reunion between the two of them. She barely feels the tug at the center of her core: the lead that cinches tighter and tighter is ignored as she stands but a few feet from his towering body.

"They are my family.. they are my home."

she snarls, fangs gleaming as exasperation waivers her voice. She abandons the half-jargon she usually speaks, ire clarifying her words. Rem heaves, panting as she stands before the general in a sullied uniform; red dries to a rusty colour, staining the whites of her shirt and there are patches of crimson that are drying against the black slacks. The blood isn't hers, but of her comrades-- of the other turks and she feels tears prick at the corner of her eyes.

"we.. are not your enemies. you are your biggest adversary. your hatred blinds you and makes you a fool!"

her heart aches, the voices in her head writhing like smoke and screaming out for his touch. Her skin crawls, goosebumps breaking across the surface of her flesh. She's hot to the touch, outrage causing a flush to break across high cheekbones and her lip is tender from a wound that would bruise in the coming days. She feels a hiccup strangle her throat, and Rem tries to speak past it.

"if you are a man of your word then do it! end my suffering and bring this reunion she wants so desperately to happen, but know this, Sephiroth. The planet will not weep for you as it will for me!"

[mariacallous]

Philosophers have grappled with the nature of evil for thousands of years, but these days, immorality can feel like a solved problem. Take the case of Bryan Kohberger, the prime suspect in a quadruple homicide near the University of Idaho whose arrest ignited rampant media speculation about the psyche of a killer, as if properly diagnosing his personality disorder could mitigate the damage already done. His “psychopathic stare” made headlines in UK tabloids, while The New York Times dissected Kohberger’s self-described feelings of remorselessness as an adolescent. Dr. Drew brought on a former FBI agent to discuss Kohberger in the context of the “dark triad”: narcissism, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism. 

Americans understandably want help making sense of the otherwise senseless deaths that populate the front pages of local papers and constitute Netflix’s extensive true-crime back catalog. But attempts to characterize evil remain scientifically dubious, say criminologist Jarkko Jalava and psychologist Stephanie Griffiths, coauthors of The Myth of the Born Criminal. When it comes to crime, psychologists frequently “get really sloppy,” Jalava says, adding, “we’re functioning on this folkloric level.”

The perpetrator of the University of Idaho murders should be condemned, but getting inside the mind of a killer is easier said than done. Prediction and prevention—the supposed end goal of criminal profiling—is even harder. And the proliferation of quasi-scientific terms for jerks, assholes, and even killers has far-reaching consequences. 

The medicalization of evil—that is, the physician-led diagnosis and management of diseases like “moral insanity” and “criminal psychosis”—stretches back to the early 19th century. Where clerics once drew the line between good and evil, psychiatrists began to take people who engaged in impulsive, self-defeating, or otherwise un-Christian acts into their care. 

Early on,  these doctors-cum-criminal-profilers explained bad apples through theories such as atavism. Proponents believed that, over time, bad breeding led to degeneration of the gene pool, and the concentration of poverty, criminality, and other undesirable traits in certain ethnic groups or social classes. While the theory of degeneration was slowly replaced by a strikingly similar notion of “psychopathy” (literally “soul sickness”), many of the concerns remained the same: deviants who showed a lack of remorse or guilt, exhibited sexual promiscuity, and developed a lengthy rap sheet, perhaps from a young age.

New variations on this theme pop up all the time. The “dark triad,” coined in 2002 by Canadian psychologists Delroy Paulhaus and Kevin Williams, aims to describe “offensive but non-pathological personalities,” including CEOs, politicians, and bad boyfriends. There are also labels like antisocial personality disorder, a diagnosis given to individuals with severe impulsivity, aggression, and criminal behaviors—in other words, a DSM-approved twist on the old “psychopathic” standard.

At first glance, these attempts at categorization appear to be trending positive. For one thing, researchers are slowly cleaving obvious wrongdoing from the more inadvertent harms of mental illness. Similarly, it’s a relief to be able to use the dark triad to acknowledge just how commonplace selfishness really is. 

But the shadow of degeneracy still looms large. In addition to further medicalizing everyday discourse (“jerks,” Jalava and Griffiths point out, have become “psychopaths,” with all the attendant baggage), these models uphold the dubious belief that every human has an immutable personality—and that those personalities can be easily classified as good or bad. In reality, recent research shows that many people change—and, in some cases, change dramatically—over the course of their lifespan. At the same, many researchers remain critical of the historic characterization of personality disorders, in part because it is stigmatizing and can obfuscate trauma, and even then it doesn’t lead to clear directions for treatment.

Many popular ideas about evildoers seem to stem from tabloid news, rather than scientific evidence. For example, Jalava and Griffiths have shown that many experiments that make claims of a genetic or neurobiological basis have not been replicated, and those that have been replicated have produced contradictory results. Soon, they will publish a new review detailing similar problems in studies of psychopathy and fMRI brain imaging. Perhaps most importantly, the husband-wife duo have documented how meta-analyses of psychopathy research, ostensibly the gold standard in scientific research, often ignore published results with null findings. 

Even if researchers working on the problem of evil content themselves with the shortcomings of the existing scientific literature on psychopathy, dark triad, and the like, a new issue arises: People don’t just want to describe existing traits. They want to use these scales to predict future behavior. 

In the criminal system, the results of assessments like the Hare Psychopathy Checklist are used to assess an individual’s risk of recidivism, and therefore the possibility or terms of parole. Paulhaus, the creator of the Dark Triad Personality Test, wants prospective employers, including police and the US military, to screen prospective candidates with his scale—and not always for the reasons you’d imagine. “It makes a big difference whether you diagnose someone as a Machiavellian or a sadist or a narcissist,” Paulhaus says. “There may be occasions where that's what you’re looking for.” At the same time, it’s easy to imagine a world in which individuals are screened for psychopathy and, if their score is high enough, closely monitored for potential crimes.

But Jalava and Griffiths insist that meaningful prediction isn’t possible with existing measures, either. If you remove questions on psychopathy evaluations that ask about previous criminal activity, these scales fail to anticipate what the test-taker does next. It’s an unsexy finding: “Past behavior can predict future behavior” is never going to be an A1 headline. But unlike other, more elaborate theories of pathological personalities, this at least is real. 

The desire for strong language to match heinous acts is only natural. Unfortunately, sadistic bosses, everyday assholes, and even murderers are still human—shaped by and shaping the world. Condemning people as the subhuman (or, paradoxically, superhuman) embodiment of evil isn’t based on “the characteristics of the individual in front of us,” Griffith says, “but our response to them.” Such illusory categories make real understanding almost impossible.

In the context of evil, pursuing understanding is itself controversial. For decades, people have rightly criticized the media for the breathless attention it pays to killers—on the assumption that it feeds the psychopath’s or narcissist’s desire for attention, and may in turn inspire copycats. But there’s a difference between a news consumer’s insatiable desire for serial-killer content, and the responsibility we all have to face the harm in our society—and, perhaps, the capacity for harm in ourselves.

For example, many true-crime aficionados will cite data showing that something like one-third of serial killers (many of whom are presumed to be psychopaths) experienced physical abuse, one-fourth experienced sexual abuse, and half experienced psychological abuse as children. But these statistics don’t explain much at all about these “evil” adults, more than half of whom weren’t abused. Rather, they raise a more interesting question: Why are so many ostensibly non-psychopathic American parents abusive of their children? 

This reformulation isn’t an excuse or an absolution; adults can, by and large, be considered responsible for their own actions. But it makes clear that “evil” doesn’t exist neatly in an individual in the way inherently judgemental labels like “psychopath” might imply. It’s not simply that psychopaths aren’t born but made, either. It’s that, if psychopaths exist at all, the same forces that shape them are at work on the rest of us, likely with similar, if more subtle consequences. 

Flipping cruelty on its head also opens avenues for new solutions. We know, for example, that poverty is the number one cause of child abuse. One might reasonably conclude that the money devoted to studying dark traits might better be used for a universal basic income. Similarly, the notion that past behavior can, in meaningful ways, suggest future behavior is a helpful starting point. For example, if the only part of a psychopathy test that can predict crime are questions about past criminality, we should be able to ditch the armchair psychoanalysis and focus on documented, real-world behavior. Even then, because people can and do change, these rules cannot be hard and fast, and context and compassion will remain essential.

It’s still possible to divest even further from useless labels, by focusing on the idiosyncrasies of troubled—or, more precisely, troubling—individuals, as well as the specific context in which they emerged. Despite all of their scholarship, Jalava and Griffiths say they don’t have a silver bullet for defeating, let alone replacing, the myth of the born criminal. Rather, they advocate for a descriptive (rather than the standard normative) approach. Understanding how a certain person arrived at a certain point in time can’t undo the hurt they’ve caused, but it might help them to chart a new path—perhaps even one that deviates from their dark “personality.”

[giresearchstory]

2024-2030: Recombinant Lysyl Endopeptidase Market Trend And Analysis

On 2024-9-24 Global Info Research released【Global Recombinant Lysyl Endopeptidase Market 2024 by Manufacturers, Regions, Type and Application, Forecast to 2030】. This report includes an overview of the development of the Recombinant Lysyl Endopeptidase industry chain, the market status of Consumer Electronics (Nickel-Zinc Ferrite Core, Mn-Zn Ferrite Core), Household Appliances (Nickel-Zinc Ferrite Core, Mn-Zn Ferrite Core), and key enterprises in developed and developing market, and analysed the cutting-edge technology, patent, hot applications and market trends of Recombinant Lysyl Endopeptidase. Recombinant lysyl endonuclease is a serine protease expressed and purified in host cells such as Escherichia coli through genetic engineering technology. The enzyme has high specificity and can recognize and cleave the peptide bond at the carboxyl end of lysine residues in proteins.

The global Recombinant Lysyl Endopeptidase market size is expected to reach $ 56.9 million by 2030, rising at a market growth of 5.1% CAGR during the forecast period (2024-2030). This report studies the global Recombinant Lysyl Endopeptidase demand, key companies, and key regions.

This report is a detailed and comprehensive analysis of the world market for Recombinant Lysyl Endopeptidase, and provides market size (US$ million) and Year-over-Year (YoY) growth, considering 2023 as the base year. This report explores demand trends and competition, as well as details the characteristics of Recombinant Lysyl Endopeptidase that contribute to its increasing demand across many markets.

Market segment by Type： Liquid、Powder Market segment by Application：Insulin Manufacturing、Protein Analysis、Others Major players covered： Abcam、Sino Biological、Fujifilm、JUYOU、Gene-Biocon、Fisher Scientific、SERVA Electrophoresis GmbH、Biomatik、Cusabio、R&D Systems、Shanghai Yuanye Biotechnology Co., Ltd.、Biocompare、Hangzhou Putai Biotechnology Co., Ltd.

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[bisexualmangoeswhere]

knowing ke jin was affected by the gene modification drug thing did not help soften the blow at all when you eventually read the explicit confirmation that he was affected. my heart has been cleaved in two

[rnomics]

Critical factors for precise and efficient #RNA cleavage by RNase Y in Staphylococcus aureus

by Alexandre Le Scornet, Ambre Jousselin, Kamila Baumas, Gergana Kostova, Sylvain Durand, Leonora Poljak, Roland Barriot, Eve Coutant, Romain Pigearias, Gabriel Tejero, Jonas Lootvoet, Céline Péllisier, Gladys Munoz, Ciarán Condon, Peter Redder Cellular processes require precise and specific gene regulation, in which continuous #mRNA degradation is a major element. The #mRNA degradation mechanisms should be able to degrade a wide range of different #RNA substrates with high efficiency, but should at the same time be limited, to avoid killing the cell by elimination of all cellular #RNA. RNase Y is a major endoribonuclease found in most Firmicutes, including Bacillus subtilis and Staphylococcus aureus. However, the molecular interactions that direct RNase Y to cleave the correct #RNA molecules at the correct position remain unknown. In this work we have identified transcripts that are homologs in S. aureus and B. subtilis, and are RNase Y targets in both bacteria. Two such transcript pairs were used as models to show a functional overlap between the S. aureus and the B. subtilis RNase Y, which highlighted the importance of the nucleotide sequence of the #RNA molecule itself in the RNase Y targeting process. Cleavage efficiency is driven by the primary nucleotide sequence immediately downstream of the cleavage site and base-pairing in a secondary structure a few nucleotides downstream. Cleavage positioning is roughly localised by the downstream secondary structure and fine-tuned by the nucleotide immediately upstream of the cleavage. The identified elements were sufficient for RNase Y-dependent cleavage, since the sequence elements from one of the model transcripts were able to convert an exogenous non-target transcript into a target for RNase Y. https://journals.plos.org/plosgenetics/article?id=10.1371%2Fjournal.pgen.1011349&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[johnstevenmullaly]

Applications of Gene Editing

Gene editing allows scientists to tweak genes in small but meaningful ways. Researchers have long used complex, inefficient, and expensive methods of gene editing, such as stem cell manipulation, to alter some genes. However, CRISPR-Cas9, а gene-editing innovation, has allowed scientists to edit a genetic blueprint with unparalleled precision and affordability.

CRISPR-Cas9 holds the potential to treat genetic disorders by correcting disease-causing mutations or introducing beneficial traits. For instance, in sickle cell disease, scientists have used CRISPR-Cas9 to repair the defective hemoglobin gene and enhance fetal hemoglobin production by deactivating the gene that controls blood cells and nervous system development, reducing the disease's severity. In cystic fibrosis, а disease resulting in thick and sticky mucus that affects the lungs, CRISPR-Cas9 can correct mutations in the cystic fibrosis transmembrane conductance regulator (CTFR), which regulates salt and water flow in cells, restoring normal lung and digestive functions.

CRISPR-Cas9's precision targeting allows scientists to modify specific DNA sequences across diverse species. Unlike traditional methods, CRISPR-Cas9 allows scientists to edit genes in mice embryos, the predominant animal model, with near-perfect accuracy. These genetic modifications seamlessly pass down to subsequent generations, creating animals with altered genes called transgenic lines. This technique extends to worms, rats, rabbits, pigs, and monkeys.

The increasing global demand for animal-derived food products has spurred the application of genome editing in livestock breeding. Scientists have significantly enhanced meat production by targeting myostatin, which regulates muscle growth. CRISPR-Cas9 engineering has also conferred substantial benefits to pigs, improving disease resistance, growth rates, meat quality, and overall welfare.

In agriculture, gene editing brings hope for more resilient, healthier crops. Modifying specific genomic regions helps scientists impart desirable traits, such as pest resistance and drought tolerance, without introducing foreign DNA. CRISPR-Cas9 also enables the accurate introgression of disease-resistant genes from wild relatives without transferring unwanted traits. This approach has yielded crop variations that exhibit enhanced resistance against bacterial and viral pathogens. Modifying genes such as ethylene-responsive factor and lateral organ boundaries-1, crucial in plant stress responses and defense against pathogens, has increased resistance to blast disease in rice.

CRISPR-Cas9 allows precise artificial regulation of gene expression through a modified version of the Cas9 protein called dCas9 (dead Cas9). The Cas-9 protein enables precise gene editing. Unlike the Cas-9 protein, dCas9 cannot cut/cleave DNA. Under certain circumstances, dCas9 forms а CRISPR-dCas9 complex, a combination that can activate (CRISPRa) or silence (CRISPRi) specific genes. Scientists can use this system to view genes by attaching dCas9 proteins with fluorescent markers such as green fluorescent protein, which enables labeling, tracking, and monitoring gene activity in cells.

While CRISPR-Cas9 holds promise for gene editing, scientists must overcome several hurdles before widespread clinical adoption. One limitation is its focus on disabling certain genes, which restricts the scope of potential improvements. Although some researchers have found combining CRISPR-Cas9 with other techniques can enhance plant and animal performance, further studies are necessary. Additionally, CRISPR-Cas9 faces potential immune responses to bacterial components and the risk of various other effects if scientists do not precisely edit the intended location.