#im not a biologist

[willsolace-loml]

ok so yk how felicias hair is purple and vi and jinxs hair is pink and blue, and their father seems to have brown hair. well colored hair seems to be one of the dominant traits of their haircolor pool, and as all haircolor is, this is a polygenic gene pool. now felicia seems to have a codominant gene with one allele for pink and one allele for blue, like this:

like a wildflower.

this:

would be the chart for vi and jinx's genes, PB being felicia (pink and blue) and BrBr being their father (brown, which is still a dominant trait, but yields to these other colors). when you chart it the genes exhibit that pink is dominant over brown and blue is dominant over brown, (and it doesnt matter what the fathers genes were, as in if he was carrying a recessive gene, it would still get overpowered by pink/blue)

there was always a 50% chance their child would have blue hair and a 50% chance their child would have pink hair

so clearly felicia has dominant traits, as hers are easily seen within both her daughters, although we dont see much of their father (like one drawing) and their physical appearances are very influenced by their environments (as we see in the happy au, with powder's skin being much healthier and not as sickly as jinx's)

this is also shown in the kirammans as caitlyn and her father both have dark blue hair and her mother has brown, greying hair, blue is either dominant or her mother carries a recessive blue allele.

i would be able to provide more examples but we dont see many peoples parents in this show. it is curious how "colored" hair (at least pink and blue) must be dominant even though there are less people with these traits, like straight hair vs curly hair, curly is dominant but not as common.

honestly the arcane genes are extremely fascinating and if i knew more that would be fabulous

[hinamie]

siren!megumi concept sheet i whipped up in a single-minded fever state fr @uriekukistan

[botanyshitposts]

hey can any snake special interest havers on this website tell me why all snakes dont have venom? is there some sort of hidden evolutionary cost to producing a magic liquid that does the work of killing stuff for you? because much like carnivorous plants that sounds pretty awesome and suspiciously devoid of possible drawbacks for the creature on paper.

this question comes courtesy of my emt textbook saying that all (wild) venomous snakes in the US will produce a bite that looks like two pinpricks, as opposed to nonvenomous snakes that will produce a horseshoe shaped bite. it says you can tell by looking at the bite if it might be dangerous or not using this distinction. is this true? and if so, are more teeth part of the price you pay for magic liquid that kills stuff for you?

[drag00ni]

i love penguins

[virsancte]

here comes miss big captivating unforgettably beautiful brown eyes

[sakasakiii]

not really a modern au but more like a weird future timeline thing where beach hermit maglor Hibernates™ all through the 2nd and 3rd ages & misses the last boats to Valinor.... thus resulting in him skulking about history until he ends up living among modern day humans haha?? the kicker is that he one day finds an abandoned baby thats all-too-suspiciously like a certain dead brother and becomes a single dad-younger brother-adopted guardian person...

i wrote a few pages of this back in 2022 but never really thought abt it further after i started posting less frequently hahaha.... heres just some feel good domestic sketches of this AU bc i miss drawing modern clothes 🤭 i have sooo many thoughts about it that i couldnt fit into these doodles !! its quite a lot of yapping so feel free to skip past the cut haha

assorted au thoughts:

i planned for maglor to eventually find all 6 of his brothers one by one through the power of Accidental Child Acquisition ✨ example: he'd spot a kid lurking around some woods near his home and eventually realise said wild child living amongst stray dogs is a bit too similar to celegorm

i just couldnt fit in the time to draw that this round... maybe next time!

though he's raising reincarnated-Maedhros, i think it makes more sense for him to give him a modern name and not explicitly call him Nelyo/Maitimo/Russandol just bc he'd not want to get his own hopes up or shove said identity onto the kid

(the occasional 'hey Nelyo' does slip out by accident from time to time however)

i think as Mae-the-kid grows up he will in time start to remember bits and pieces of his original identity? with the nicer familial things (like valinor, his brothers, feanor and nerdanel) first, and then the darker things (kinslayings, angband, war) once he's grown up that Maglor will struggle explaining or even helping him through

i promise this is a wholesome au 😭

side characters include a high-strung but good guy policeman named Officer Borden who's very suspicious of Maglor bc of all the random kids he keeps adopting.... and his younger brother Farren, who happens to be Maglor's scholarly coworker

as well as Maglor's next door neighbour Morgan, a witch-woman married to some guy named Hugh... she's got 3 kids who visit from time to time but from what Maglor's heard, the oldest son is followed by misfortune and has supposedly never met his youngest sister...?

credit to Ted Nasmith and Cartoon Network for some assets used in the doodles :D

[hawkpartys]

a funny aside, the spiders i mailed out i collected on my lunch break and left on my desk until i could ship them which lead to this interaction

[quillpokebiology]

Pokemon Crossbreeds: Bumblebee

Bumblebee is the name for members of the Combee line with a Joltik/Galvantula father. This breed is rare since Vespqieun rarely ever want to mate with mon that aren't Combee, seeing most other bug types as enemies. The breed was named after their fluffy bodies.

Combee

Because Vespiquen often see other bugs as enemies, crossbreed combee are often driven out of their hives. This isn't that bad for female Combee, who are better suited to be by themselves, but it's often a bigger problem for male combee who rely on others to survive. This breeds fluffy bodies help them carry more pollen, which is good if they're living on their own.

Vespiquen

Bumblebee Vespiquen have similar behaviors to standard Vespiquen, but they tend to be more gluttonous and aim for prey instead of just eating honey. Since Vespiquen have a natural instinct to lead, the ones that were driven out of hives tend to find other lone Combee and make hives with them. Hives that are run by crossbreed Vespiquen tend to have a smaller population but are more tight-knit and accepting of new members.

Anyways, Vespiquen. Like Galvantula, these Vespiquen will set traps to catch mon that come by. The hives they make can also often resemble spider webs as well.

//My designs can be used by anyone of you credit me!

[ahamkara-apologist]

Someone remind me to make a post speculating on how the loss of Riis fucked up Eliksni biology (and how the stress of being in Sol might have caused even more problems on an epigenetic scale) when its not late as shit bc the more I think about it the more and more horrified I get

[tired-momfriend]

Hey y'all remember when the biologist projected the personality of her late (most likely dead or transformed) husband onto an owl that may or may not have actually been her actual husband after undergoing a transformation brought on by the effect of being in area x?

Y'all remember when the biologist lived with her owl husband for years and years, not forcing it to act human but allowing it to do its own owl thing while it allowed her to do her own thing? And despite them having their own individual lives, they loved in proximity of each other, sought each other out despite being completely different species, brought each other gifts and food? How even if the owl was never actually her husband and was just a regular old owl, how the love/solidarity/trust that formed the basis of their mutual relationship transcended both their species and extenuating circumstances?

Y'all remember how when the owl eventually succumbed to old age, the biologist allowed the brightness within her to be free? The very same brightness that the biologist was quite literally fighting off? How she had to continuously injure herself, self harm, make herself sick and miserable in order to desperately hold onto her humanity, onto the very essence of who she is? How when her owl husband died, she no longer had a reason to keep fighting against her transformation? To keep fighting to remain the biologist as she was?

Was the owl ever actually her husband, or was she looking for a reason to keep fighting against what became her very nature?

Y'all ever think about how, by being a literal owl, the biologist's husband was easier for the biologist to both understand and care for? How, by being an owl, the biologist's husband could show love and trust in a way that the biologist understood and appreciated? That this transformation allowed them to find happiness with each other, regardless of its fleeting nature?

[gayorb]

[littlecrittereli]

This is such a stupid tiny detail that probably doesn't even mean anything BUT LET ME BE CRAZY AND OVERANALITICAL FOR A SECOND OKAY? I'm thinking about that little scene before the theme song where the brothers become cartoons and they do their little pose and then run off. Iconic, slayed, ate, left no crumbs.

But they didn't just run off... together. Like there's a very clear pause where they make eye contact, Martin runs off, Chris watches for a second, and then follows.

Do you think this is in reference to how Martin, being like 4 years older had a head-start in joining the research field while Chris would have just gotten into college and would have to catch up with him.

Martin's face is so confident and Chris' is just so excited. Like Martin is leading the way and Chris is so overjoyed to follow.

[seakicker]

I forget did you have a tier list for where vampire guys would drink blood from or did I imagine that?

i’ve been on the web for so long and across a few diff blogs that not even i’m sure what i have and haven’t done… so let’s make one again! LMAO

the jugular vein / carotid artery area: the tried-and-true classic vampire neckbite, as made popular with our generation through twilight lol. for those who want to feel their lover’s pulse quicken in their neck and want to be right there to hear your hushed breaths, quiet whimpers, and quiet pleas to stop.

the renal artery: a major artery in your torso just a bit further below your heart on your vertical axis. it’s unconventional and somewhat impractical since biting your neck or your thigh is easier than biting into your stomach, but this is the spot for the most sadistic imo. he’ll lay you down flat and bite down into your belly and watch the blood pool since it has nowhere to run when you’re horizontal. like the jugular, it helps that this vein’s proximity to your heart allows him to feel your frantic heartbeat while he’s drinking.

the radial arteries: the little arteries in your wrists! i’ve always found bites here to be the most intimate… it’s like a vampire’s version of those princely back-of-your-hand kisses. they warrant a smaller and gentler bite so they’re a go-to for the more cautious or the more subtle. this artery and its associated veins are close to the surface of your skin, so i feel that bites here would be nice for a quick lil sip. lord bites here are so unrelated

the femoral artery: a nice big artery tucked neatly behind the sartorius muscle in your thigh. like the renal artery, bites here are for the more sadistic since your thighs contain so many big, intricate muscles and this artery is deeper beneath the surface than, say, the radial arteries. perfect for the pervert who wants to segue right into bloody, sweaty oral sex right after he’s had his femoral appetizer.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Preserve Us

You know how in conservation biology you sometimes try to introduce a pair to be mated and one will just... just fuckin' merc' the other? Just absolutely obliterate them in a hissing, growling, nightmare ball of fury? Before anyone can stop them? Territorial and (to put it lightly) "uninterested", dispite your desperate desire to save their species from extinction, and need for them to get frisky?

I know.

Holy SHIT do I know.

There's a lot of reasons. Ways you can (hopefully) get around it. But first? Is finding out WHY it happened. Was it just the one? The environment? Were they sick? Or... as is the case sometimes, did they decide their Handler was their mate? Some species only mate once. Are loyal for life. You gotta work around that.

Which is all well and fine and good.

When we're talking about ANIMALS.

Non-sentient, non-sapient animals! Not ALIEN SPECIES! What the ABSOLUTE FRESH HELL did they expect from me!? Compliance?! This was UNETHICAL! Monstrous! I had been trying to slip my gaurds long enough to radio for help SINCE I GOT HERE.

I hope the fuckers ROTTED in whatever their Gods considered a Hell.

"Conservation facility" my ENTIRE ASS. You can't run CONSERVATION EFFORTS like this on SENTIENTS. Eugenics loving, atrocity fetishizing, immoral BASTARDS!!! And they KNEW it too. They HAD too! Or they wouldn't be HIDING it! Fucking KIDNAPPING scientists! Biologists! Doctors!

I was on my ways to study Lekku monkeys!

God...

I'm? I'm so tired of being pissed.

Furious and outraged and SCARED. Horrified and sick. There are PEOPLE here. Kids! And I don't... oh god, I don't... H-How LONG has this been going ON? Why did no one NOTICE?

Every day I feel my heart break. The desire to scream and scream and never STOP, grow inside me. I have to get out. I have to get us ALL out. Get these people FREE. Do SOMETHING. But I am forced to "conserve" the species assigned to me. The group assigned to me.

It's killing my love for the field. Making a mockery of everything I worked for.

I don't... I don't think my hands will ever be clean again.

But I have to help. Do everything I can. Make hell a little kinder, if nothing else. At least while I figure out a way OUT. My group deserves better. The groups I do not work with, deserve better.

I disguise games as "testing". Pages and pages of meaningless numbers ans scores. INSIST that enrichment is the key to success. Diet is EVERYTHING. Oh, and habitat? Well unless we can mimic their habitat there's no WAY they'll "breed".

No, no, using machines would stress them out too much.

It's like you DONT want babies!

Who's the expert here? That's RIGHT! Dr. Cho, but FAILING her and like five other people? Me. And I know for a FACT they are pulling the same scam. We ALL fucking hate you. Dr. Cho has KIDS, you FUCKS. Hasn't seen her son in YEARS thanks to you bastards. He was engaged. She's probably missed his WEDDING thanks to you!

Getting distracted, spiraling again, gotta stop DOING that.

It wont help anyone.

But God, if my brain doesn't slowly feel like it's shorting out the longer I'm here. Stress is called the silent killer for a reason. Or what that something else? Fuck. I can't even look it up! Bastards cut us off from the galactic web. Full information blackout. Because of COURSE they did... can't risk us rightfully calling for help.

Getting the Feds involved to shut this hell pit of a black site DOWN. Or a "whatever it truely is" site. Because it sure as SHIT has nothing to do with conservational biology. Except maybe the abuse of it.

But that doesn't help me right now.

Focus, damn it!

The Yanderens. Old, absurdly rare, nearly extinct, with a home planet they'd reduced to uninhabitable wastelands millennia ago due too... something. No one knew what. There had definitely been fighting. It WAS documented they were excellent fighters. Ruthless ones at that. But it was ALSO documented they strongly pack bonded.

There had been a lot of strongly worded warnings on what few documation my captures were able to find, translate, then shove at me. But honestly? They said the same thing about humans. Ooooh big scary persistent hunters~ oh nooooo! Watch out for the omnivores with a history of war! Sins of the father and we are defined by our diets! Class systems! Let's all JUDGE each ooooootheeeeer~!

Yeah, no. Not buying it.

Especially when the "warnings" were so damn vague and poorly documented. All "the HORRORS!" and "we barely SURVIVED!". Cause honestly? The Yanderens I was watching over? Easily the most mild and temperate individuals I had ever met. No tantrums from the kids, no big emotional meltdowns, just curiosity and at WORST? Mild frustration.

It made everything ten thousand times worse for me, that these poor people were in this hellish place. They were calm. Curious. Meant for greater, BETTER things! They should be out, playing and learning. Exploring and enjoying peaceful strolls in some art gallery or zen garden somewhere! Not... not this sterile fucking LAB.

But then M-17 loses his SHIT.

And now I'm kinda panicking. Because F-6 is not just dead, God rest her soul (she didn't deserve this. Oh god. She was so SWEET.), but M-17 might just be too, soon. If I can't find out what HAPPENED. Because if he's "feral" or "diseased" or whatever other horrifying terminology they end up using? They DO something about it.

And I can't actually stop them.

I... I don't know if it was a trauma response. Or I did something wrong. I could PROBABLY pass it off as my needing more studies into their observed "mating habits"? That... that I somehow... turned it... uuuuh... dominance battle? Shit. Where are my notes?!

F-6 is DEAD and its all my fault.

She was such a cuddle fiend too. Always excited to hear about my studies, from before. My life. Wanted to join me after we got out of here. I never should have let her volunteer. Granted, she wouldn't have taken no for an answer. Wanted to spend the pregnancy plotting our escape. Asked me to help raise the kid once we got out. Had a whole grand plan. But I...And I...

God...

I should have said NO. Insisted. It was just so hard, when F-6 had made it all sound like it would be okay. Like she had a plan and all I need to do was trust her. Believe in her. Then we could be free.

I had hoped M-17 would work best. He was always the most agreeable and quick on the uptake. I figured... well... ha ha. God, I'm such an IDIOT. I should have CHECKED. Who KNOWS what happened before I arrived? What triggered I just accidentally rammed my foot into? FUCK! I sweep everything from me desk onto the ground. Don't give I shit that I'll have to clean it up later,

I had figured M-17 would be COOL with it.

This place is getting to me, isn't it?

Why the FUCK would anyone be COOL with getting jumped? Bred like an animal? Shoved in some random ass room, with a vaguely familiar stranger, and told "now fuck. We want a literal litter from you two"? All while some biologist watchs and makes god damned NOTES!?

Of course he fought back. OF COURSE he didn't stop!

The only one there he could trust was himself.

I...I'm becoming a monster... aren't I?

Oh god.

At least we're in the satellite facility. The gaurds are definitely going to rat me out, but the news will take time to filter back. And... and the Yanderens being so "dangerous" might work in my favor. I... I can spin this. I HAVE to spin this. I can't let TWO people die for my fuck up.

I promised myself I would get as many people out as I could. I refuse to back out now. Even if that means crying, puking, then going out there to lie my ASS off. This was TOTALLY NORMAL. In fact, expected! Yep! It means that's we've determined that M-17 is the alpha Yanderen! A thing that is both REAL and possible to BE!

I rinse my mouth, stomach empty. Crying has exhausted me. But I can't give up. Too many lives count on me now. I... I wish so badly I was just a nobody again. Just some random biology student, trying to make a name for herself. Being "important" is a CURSE.

I try not to chug my water as I half stumble out of the glorified shoebox that is my bathroom into the much larger and Fancier CLOSET that is my room. Truely, no expense spared, for the captives they ripped away from their lives. So glad I am here willingly and of my own volition.

I gather myself. Finally ready to go and try to untangle the mess I have made of everything. When a deep booming alarm rattles my bones. The lights flickering to red. Blast doors slide down, SLAM shut over the transparent recessed bit of wall that counts as my window, the door to the rest of the facility.

Trapping me inside my small room.

Almost immediately after, an EXPLOSION rocks the world hard enough to knock me from my feet. Only the bed's limited padding keeping me from a nasty concussion. The edge of it still ramming painfully into my shoulder. Another explosion. Then another. I sit for a long, terrible, second stunned.

The moment passes.

I scramble on my hands and knees for the in facility communication device that I had knocked from my desk in anger, grief. Not daring to stand lest I be thrown down again. I manage to find it as the world shakes again for the fifth time. Followed by what sounds like gun fire out in the halls.

I fling myself back towards my shitty little bunk. Drag every bit of padding and protection I can, down and under it with me. If the roof goes? I want shock absorption. If shots get through the door? I want something to slow those blasts down. Anything. ANYTHING! To increase my fucked chances of surviving.

I burrito up and wriggle back as deep as I can. The world muffled but ending just outside my crawlspace. Then I desperately try to get one of the others on the line. I got nothing but chaos. Running. Running. Hiding. And Dead.

Dead. Dying.

Remember me.

And GONE.

Some of them fighting with their groups too freedom. Some being targeted right along side their captors. Others savaged by the ACTUAL animals they had been working with, the one's Galacticly deemed too dangerous for effort like this. Someone or something had set EVERYONE free. A simultaneous attack on all fronts that our captors could not put down or escape.

The Yanderens were out there.

Oh god. Please let them be okay. They wer-

My thoughts ground to a halt as M-32 LAUNCHED his tiny body onto the screen of one of the security feeds I was desperately looking through. F-6 had figured out how to get us a backdoor to them a long time ago. M-32 was just a kid. A small, soft, cuddly little thing that loved to lean against me and crawl into my lap. All cherubic cheeks and cute little curls. Shy!

Yet I watched... in mounting horror... as like a lion on some unfortunate animal, he landed on a gaurds back. Small arms going around his body in a mockery of a hug. Head tilting so he could BITE at the back of the man's neck, small hands clawing and ripping at weak points in his armor, as he screamed. Thrashed. Tried desperately to get M-32 OFF of him.

There was so much blood.

My hands were shaking. So much, I accidentally hit the next screen button. Jerked my thumb back. But... but oh god. There was F-26. Using the butt of a rifle to slam down against the head of a scientist. Again and again and again. Long after the begging and thrashing stopped. I flipped again. M-4? No... please not M-4. Not the soft spoken and wise...

I watched as he grinned, a cold thing, and shot out another joint. His foot on the chest of the head scientist who had moved him to a different group. In the background, his supervisor lay dead. They had not died quickly. The head scientist was begging. A mess of tears and pain. M-4 shot another joint, pressing his foot down harder.

I wanted to be sick.

I flipped again. And again. And AGAIN.

H...Had I known them at ALL? Like demons wearing the faces of those I'd known. People I'd trusted. Not a SINGLE ONE was... oh... oh god. F-6. Had she been too? Would I have ever known? Was THIS what all those warnings meant? I couldn't think. Couldn't breath. Had... Had never had a panic attack but... BUT-!

I wheezed.

Shook.

"Oh, Clever giiiirl~" A familiar voice sang, before a blood splattered face flickered into being on the screen in my hands. "Where aaaare yoooou~?"

M-17. He'd somehow managed to take over the security cameras. That or the communication feed. His eyes were bright. A grin on his face like I'd never seen from him. ALIVE in a way I'd never seen him. The excitement transformed his face. No longer softly doll like, but something DANGEROUS. Unhinged. His eyes dilated and deadly teeth on display.

"Come out, come out wherever you aaaare~. I have so much to TELL you! We have so much to DO! I'm going to make you MINE sweetheart! No one else can have you. So come out. I won't hurt you much, I promise! Just gotta make you mine then we can leave okay~?"

Furious snarls echoed through the halls. Male and female alike. Old and young. I... I recognized each of those voices. What was HAPPENING?

"Aaaah? Did you TRASH really think you DESERVED her? Ha! Please." M-17 grin was cruel. Mocking. "You don't have a chance in hell of taking what's MINE."

His eyes seems to shift away from unseen enemies and back, somehow, to me. Warming to something euphoric. Resting his head on his hand as if to consider me. His fingers spread, stroking his own face, as if the desire to TOUCH was simply too great. As if what he was imagining was bleeding over into the real world.

"Oh clever girl~ my clever, clever girl~♡ I can't wait til it's just you and ME. Start think of where you want to go first, okay? We're going to get married. Have that child you wanted me for. All the things you ever dreamed~♡ I'm going to have you all to myself. No more annoying others. Ah~ can't wait to find you soon!"

"But first?"

"May the best of us Win."

[m0ondrop]

Hello it's me again with my monthly appearence hehehe today I offer you a drawing inspired by the fanfiction "There Are Many Benefits" by moonliched on AO3

you can also check out their Tumblr accounts @moonliched/@moonliched-art!!

I hope you enjoy my little doodle heheheh

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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