#bio terror

[identifyingmetalbandsinposts]

Bio Terror

Black/Thrash Metal

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

It’s not that Jason forgot, per se.

But between smuggling a toddler out of the League of Assassins, trekking halfway across the world, and finding a suitable hiding place that’s also child friendly… well, it kind of slipped his mind that he’s supposed to be… dead.

Something that comes back to bite him in the ass when he takes Dami out for some ice cream and just so happens to run into non other than Brucie-fucking-Wayne

[botanyshitposts]

have you studied the theoretical bio stuff abt extinction vortices and fixation of harmful mutations by genetic drift etc?

tumblr dot com asks that send you farther into The Spiral

[garblegarden]

Patrick and Humanguy usually don't go very far outside of the plains, but perhaps on some occasions they've gone northwards into the tundra. But neither of them are particularly equipped for that, so I imagine maybe they've commissioned clothes made. Palindromes love to trade. Tailoring for a human would be quite a challenge for a palindrome as many have never seen one before, but luckily most palindrome clothing styles are simple draped garments or blankets, which a human could also find a way to wear. Patrick doesn't typically wear clothes, he doesn't like them very much, but it's cold up there.

Outfits worn by tundra palindromes are typically big and bulky to block the wind, have plenty of layers, and use red dyes. In the presence of acids, this dye turns blue, but because of all the neutralizing ash falling around the tundra, clothing will be red most of the time.

[pencilgutz]

No clue what to call this au. Nor what to do with Mephone

Close ups under the cut

I politely offer this to you @xinnamonbun

[extrajigs]

Another pentapod species, this time the Apex predator of most of the planets sky! Info below!

 The Crandoe is a blanket name for several species but the one depicted here is the most common seen and is one of the larger representatives of the group. Though not nearly the largest. Cranedoe take advantage of the thick atmosphere and low gravity of their planet to dominate the air. They are all carnivorous and most feed using their spear to well.. spear prey and pull it in towards the mouth to eat. When on the ground they walk using only their front most wings and back leg, the smaller wings are used for steering and solely during flight. Cranedoe are violently territorial and pair up to exert control over islands of microbial mat that have risen from the sea. They mate for life and are actually very considerate with breeding, most switching off year to year of which partner carries the eggs. Which is nice because pregnancy leaves them too heavy to fly for most of the duration and rely on their partner for food. Still, unexperienced partners can accidentally skewer mates to death if they are not careful. But once a pair has been together for a few years they are inseparable, to the point where a widowing Cranedoe will often guard its mates corpse until it has fully been consumed by the mat. And even then some.

[auricfog]

oc-tober 2024 ✧ bruce calhoun and evie laurent

They’d been dating for almost nine years when Evie started to act strange. Scrubbing her hands until they were raw. Waking up at odd hours to wander into the backyard and stare at nothing. Mumbling things to herself. She could never explain exactly what was happening when he asked. You wouldn't believe me even if I tried, she'd told him once, as she fidgeted with the living room curtains in the middle of the night. She’d torn them in an odd fit of rage the week before and they still hadn't fixed them. Just let me handle this on my own.    That chill that’d followed Bruce around in childhood returned. He lived in constant fear of what she might do next, though her erratic behavior was intermittent. Some days were normal. Others were a waking nightmare. She swung wildly between being the girl he met in college and somebody he didn't recognize. She talked so strangely it almost felt alien. Always about an endless cycle of torture and escape, escape, please, she had to escape, but escape what? And then it happened. She vanished without a trace.

[daincrediblegg]

THE LONG AWAITED LADY TERROR BIO

Full name: Genevieve Sinclair

DOB: February 12th,  1816 Baptism: April 16th, 1816 Birthplace: London, England Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Brown Sexual Orientation: Queer Disposition: Enigmatic. In some circumstances quiet, thoughtful, introverted, in others, charming, charismatic and even boisterous Build: Full-figured, somewhat corpulent.

Genevieve “Lady Terror” Sinclair was born to Captain Charles Sinclair, a 2nd generation French/Italian immigrant who rose to captaincy during the napoleonic wars, and his lawful wife Ms. Marie Sinclair (nee. Bennet) after his return to London. Though he would never receive medals or great honor for the commencement of battle during the wars, he was recognized by the Royal Navy for his rescue efforts in recovering several stranded crews from the wrecks of many naval battles that commenced in French-controlled waters. Several years after his daughter was born, Charles found his funds running short to support his wife and child, and elected to take up the merchant’s trade to deliver and receive goods from the Americas and Russia, forming good relationships with the Hudson Bay Company and other exporters to be recognized as a business partner in full.

Sinclair’s childhood was mostly spent just outside of London in the family’s country manor. She spent much of her childhood happily as the only child that the couple would come to bear. Under both her parent’s tutelage she would learn much not just on the ways of being a proper lady, but also she was extremely well read in literature from around the world, philosophy, and studied in sciences as well. But her passions were especially prominent in her own writing, and the illustrations that would accompany them- a talent that she would pursue for the rest of her life and a constant comfort especially in her years leading up to her womanhood.

As she began to enter womanhood, her parent’s relationship, and her relations to them in turn, became strained. With her father often away, and left at home with only her mother to care for her as consequence, resentment brewed between them for Charles, but also in turn did Marie’s resentments implode upon the young woman, as her mother took to drinking and contradicting public endless praise for a talented daughter with endless private slander of the burden of raising her alone and increasing difficulties that she would face as a woman too intelligent for her lot in life, and how important it was also that she secure herself through marriage as she did. The unsavory dynamic between mother and daughter escalated until in her early twenties, Charles, on a return trip to England, found his daughter so deep in distress that she was to afeared to leave her room, prone to fits of being unable to sleep, distress from her mother’s private demeanor and admonishments and being given laudanum for these anxieties. Charles, knowing this to be unlike his daughter and heartbroken by her deep distress, discovered in turn that on top of her increased drinking and horrific spending habits while he was away, uncovered that she had also been unfaithful during his absence. He attempted a divorce from her in 1834 but nothing much ever came of it. Instead, Charles retained the custody of his daughter and brought her with him as he purchased a separate townhouse in London for themselves and summarily brought the young woman with him on all subsequent ventures, as she had once done in her youth for a time, but her mother had put an end to. 

Over the course of the next eight years, Sinclair would span half the globe with her father while he conducted trade in its many corners. In that time, she learned much in the art of navigation, and was considered the most competent among the crew of her father’s ship-aptly named The Demeter- in this regard. Learning much and her skill also for reading charts and also re-drawing them for better navigational accuracy would have earned her any competent place on any given naval ship as a ship’s master- if not captain herself. The crew of the Demeter had been far warmer to her presence than might have been any other kind of crew one could encounter, but nonetheless took some time to warm up to the bright young woman they now had aboard. Nevertheless, Sinclair’s sharp thinking and suggestions managed to curtail many near misses, with no men lost during her tenure on the Demeter. But along with her skills in navigation also came a keen sense of business by proxy of her father’s business, and therefore became savvy in such dealings. It was always well regarded that much of her multiple talents served her well, and the culmination of these talents rose to great promise when word began to spread upon their arrival back in London after a long winter strait in Russian waters that another expedition to find the elusive Northwest Passage was underway. To secure a name for herself, with greater promise for her own self security (as her father, now in his 70’s, began to make preparations for her to inherit his entire estate and affairs upon his death, and she, wanting to be a part of such an adventure undertaken alone, put her name forward in the lots of ice masters that were to be considered for the expedition. Whilst her entry was highly unusual on account of her being a woman, she was considered highly for a secondary position as a junior in which she would assist her more tenured counterparts on Erebus and Terror with charting the unmapped territory and in navigation through the icy waters of the Arctic. It was not so much for her clear and unrivaled skill that she was eventually chosen, but moreso for her connections with merchants in the area for whom trade would be promising, and a navigator experienced in taking the route would be of great use to them once the passage had been charted. Though this fact continued to aggrieve her greatly throughout the expedition, her ability to take part in such a venture at all and as she was greatly overshadowed it, and accepted the position with gusto. However, as she would come to grapple with the incomprehensible horrors that awaited her in the arctic, she would come to regret what excitement she had once had to be a part of an exploratory mission such as this, and at the same time, consider it to be one of the best decisions she had ever made.

In her personal life, Sinclair by all was considered an odd sort of girl. Her outspoken nature earned her disdain amongst good society men and women that she encountered, but amongst the oddest lots in life she always seemed to find friends. One person in particular- author of ill repute Edgar Allan Poe had been a singularly constant companion to her and had been since their childhoods, as he attended a boarding school very near to the family home where they lived as his adoptive parents-Frances and John Allan- conducted their affairs in London. It was rumored once that there were wishes on behalf of each party to marry, but nothing came of it as time and miles parted them in their teenaged years, though up until her disappearance they remained very close friends. It is through this friend that Sinclair became acquainted with some of the other literati of the day (though Poe had burned many bridges with his scathing reviews of his peers works, a point of which Sinclair herself admired, Sinclair did not garner such a reputation herself), including the likes of Charles Dickens and Walt Whitman. In any and all such circles, she was always warmly regarded, if not well liked.

In affairs of the heart, however, Sinclair would never find herself so rich in either opportunity or prospect. Even though as a sole heiress she had been viewed as a desirable match for many gentlemen and many certainly took a chance at pursuing her in her youth, Sinclair never failed to turn them all down eventually. By her twentieth year it seemed the offers of marriage fell to the wayside both in light of her reputation and her sheer absence from such scenes where opportunity to meet potential suitors was presented, and she never took as much interest in finding a husband before spinsterhood approached her as many other ladies she had known were. Instead, she focused her efforts on making her life her own, and surpassing great obstacles in order to achieve her own independence whilst also not compromising her emotional well being.

[cosmic-walkers]

WIP - You look annoyed because a fling from twenty years back is trying to hit on you.

[lemedstudent2021]

Reported for supporting terrorism. Go play with your Hamashnik little friends.

lol anon hate at its finest

if u werent a zionist coward u would have said it to my face.

damn, guess ill have to bomb ur blog now (i have an idea who u might be, if it works hmu)

much sad. such tragedy. very idgaf

u spelt hamas wrong dumbass

nelson mandela was labeled as a 'terrorist' at some point too. im taking this as a compliment :)

hamashnik sounds like hashbrowns. i like it

[asundering]

the popstar princess gets startled: Dead in her tracks. Like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes go wide, a trembling hand holding onto the hem of her skirt. The other releases her purse as it falls with a soft 'thud' on the ground. Terrified she looks the other over a few times. Tears start welling up in her eyes. "S-SCARY DRUG DEALER!" She bellows out as she ducks down, arms covering her head. "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME MISTER CRIMINAL!!" @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse

Even without being drenched in running makeup, Kayn knew their visage could be intimidating to meeker people. Because that's exactly how they liked it. They didn't have time for anyone who couldn't handle something a little out of the ordinary, unafraid to stand out from the crowd. But scaring the populace while stomping around in their boots hadn't been a goal today, it hardly even crossed their mind as they finished their errands through the mall. Having gathered dinner and snack supplies for tonight's session, Kayn was badgering their bandmate with a flurry of annoying messages as the other shoppers were sure to keep out of their way. So when a body in their peripheral vision comes to a standstill, it draws their eyes up from their screen. And then her squealing halts their march entirely.

Her reaction to - what, just the sight of them? - is something to behold, brows raised and lips pulled into a grimace. But worst of all is her false declaration; they really don't need to be accused of being a dealer or a criminal. Did this happen to everyone she ran into with a bit of ink? Wearing some dark clothes? Kayn could have easily passed this dramatic scene with a roll of their eyes. But that incorrect nickname gets teeth grinding together, and threatens to ruin their good mood. With a daring step forward, Kayn leans over her, dark locks and leather framing their patronising response, "... Oh no, a cutesy, chronically online trend-chaser. Please don't record me! The hell's your problem?" Dropping the imitation with a biting conclusion, their posture straightens. Scowling down at the pathetic display, they cant their head and give her a final warning,

"Pick yourself up and piss off."

[hmserebuss]

terror has some seriously great quotes, it’s genuinely an amazingly written book

[walking-circles]

this sounds rlly dumb but sometimes i forget my actions from the past had an impact on my life today

[heyitspizzaking]

Video Game Horror FanARTS 2023

Day 12 - Jesus: Terror of Bio Monster

[ladyjanefranklin]

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[spacepunksupreme]

I’ve been reading this Nick Fury Agent of SHIELD novel that I found sitting in someone’s trash (lol) on a walk a little while ago. And I’m like halfway through it but I still cannot stop thinking about this description of Fury from the second chapter

his surprisingly supple body ???

the writer was like damn, gotta remind my target audience of teenage boys how unexpectedly pliant and soft-to-the-touch Nick Fury’s body is while he straps himself into a fighter jet, that’s so integral to this scene where he’s just getting into a fighter jet, also of course his lucious hair