#taxonomy is so weird

[local-hellhound-steals-spaghetti]

It's so hilariously American-centric to say that

This (Southern Resident)

Is a distinct species from this (Transient/Bigg's):

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But that means that this (Bremer Canyon offshore ecotype)

is the same species as this (Type D Antarctic ecotype)

And is also the same species as this (Icelandic ecotype)

I get we have a lot of data on Residents and Transient/Bigg's but it's going to get real confusing if we start defining killer whale ecotypes as entirely different species - especially if the most distinctly different ecotypes are being ignored.

Edit: I am mostly joking here and I get that by defining them as a separate species, they could be considered more for protections like the endangered Southern Residents. However I feel like they will still be referred to as killer whales by the general public, who will be going off visual rather than the other genomic evidence provided in the paper.

It's not a huge drama, really. It's just going to be interesting to see if every ecotype is going to be given its own species classification and how that relates to the conversation about culture transmission and hybridisation in killer whales as well.

[hayaniii]

yay selfship reblog game

reblog with a pic of your f/o and ill assign them a caniform!

(caniforms are "dog-like" carnivorans)

(also disclaimer that im not an expert on these)

[rotationalsymmetry]

Apparently buckwheat isn't a cereal. Isn't a grass. Isn't even close to grass. Is in the same general ballpark as carnations, cacti, and beets. Wut.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

ae had no idea how many birds were passeriformes until now. turns out it's...most of them probably

[peterbwatsonparker]

my controversial marvel opinion is that mutants and mutates are related, taxonomically.

mostly to rationalize how even in universe some people get in radiation/chemical/whatever accidents and die while others get superpowers.

so the way i see it is that there’s a certain subset of people who possess certain genes that make their DNA more malleable, and able to accept and reorder itself around mutations, which includes both mutants and mutates, with the main difference between the two being that mutates are able to accept changes, but need some sort of outside trigger to set off/activate mutations, while mutants have the x-gene that acts as a sort of internal trigger, allowing for powers to activate without external influences

[doomdoomofdoom]

I will never shut up about Monotremes being a fantastic Nonbinary analogy!!

Taxonomy is weird as shit and categories are made up, so these little weirdoes have trouble fitting into any of the categories! They lay eggs, but they're mammals, so they have mammary glands to feed their young, but also they don't have teats!

"Youre either a man or a woman, anything else is unnatural" The fucking platypus exists and I'm the weird one? Have you seen nature??

im only a man when im a grown ass man and im only a woman when god forbid women do anything

any time other than that? im a fucking Echidna

[hedgehog-moss]

Pls give recommendations for Odd books 🙏

Here we go, a list of literary oddity :) This post contains majestic spheres, alien taxonomies, cruel subway polytheism, a fourth-dimensional cat, disturbing earthworms, infinite space football, existential mussel terror, a Parisian absurdist time loop, and a picture of a telegraph-pole-man-cheetah. I'm not exactly recommending these books, in the sense that I won't take any complaints if you find them more odd than good, and some of them transcend the concepts of good and bad anyway.

• The Other City, Michal Ajvaz. It's all like this:

• Contes du demi-sommeil, Marcel Béalu ('Half-asleep tales') —is the book that prompted my post about stories that have no ambition or justification beyond being odd. I'm sad that it hasn't been translated :( One of the tales is about a strange opaline sphere that rolls on the road. It doesn't accelerate when the road becomes a steep slope but continues rolling majestically. At one point it floats away towards the sky. Someone wonders if it was the moon. Someone else says authoritatively "It was an angel's egg." Everyone is reassured by this explanation. The whole thing feels exactly like remembering a dream you had. There is also a man who reads too much and whose body atrophies so only his head is left and his wife puts it in an egg cup for better stability.

• Leonora Carrington— The Skeleton's Holiday, or maybe the Hearing Trumpet. I've read them so long ago but I think the latter is the one with the old ladies and nuns? There's also a guy who was murdered in his bath by a still-life painter because he said there was a carrot in one of his paintings, but it might not have been a carrot? It's hard to remember details from this book without feeling like I might be making them up. Bonus Leonora Carrington painting which kind of feels like a short story:

• The Codex Seraphinianus, of course. I wish there were more bizarre encyclopaedias out there.

Also I love this review:

• Sleep Has His House, Anna Kavan —I really liked the way this book used language; making life feel like a fever dream even more than in Samanta Schweblin's Fever Dream (which I really liked too.)

The eye is checking a record of silence, space; a nightmare, every horror of this world in its frigid and blank neutrality. The actual scope of its orbit depends on the individual concept of desolation, but approximate symbols are suggested in long roving perspectives of ocean, black swelled, in slow undulation, each whaleback swell plated in armour-hard brilliance with the moonlight clanking along it . . .

• The second half of Michael Ende's Neverending Story, where things get stranger! I remember the hand-shaped castle with eyes and the city of amnesiac former emperors and the miserable ugly worms who cry all the time out of shame then create beautiful architecture with their tears...

• The Gray House, Mariam Petrosyan. This is the one I had in mind when I talked about a 'museum of the strange, but one you wouldn't want to be trapped in after closing time'. Another book that made me feel uncomfortable in a similar (good) way was Edward Carey's Observatory Mansions, the protagonist of which is a man who curates an odd private museum and can't stand the sight of his own hands.

• Oh, speaking of uncomfortable, and hands—He Digs A Hole, by Danger Slater. To me this book was in the more-odd-than-good category but I liked its refusal to have a coherent philosophical meaning. It's about a man who can't sleep so he goes to his garden shed and saws off his hands and replaces them with gardening tools. Then he starts digging a hole. And then it gets weird. (Read at your own discretion if you have a worm phobia; there's some body horror featuring sexually aggressive earthworms. And then it gets disturbing.)

• 17776 — Someone sent me an ask a few years back to recommend this online multimedia narrative to me and I really enjoyed it! Here's the summary, borrowed from the wiki page: Set in the distant future in which all humans have become immortal and infertile, the series follows three sapient space probes that watch humanity play an evolved form of American football in which games can be played for millennia over distances of thousands of miles. The work explores themes of consciousness, hope, despair, and why humans play sports.

• Saint-Glinglin, Raymond Queneau —the author admitted that this book presents some "internal discontinuities." I didn't like it much but I respect the talent it takes to write a novel where everything feels like a random digression, including the key suspenseful scene that matters to the plot. The one digression I loved had to do with the way the narrator is existentially horrified by various sea creatures. It's like he dreads them so much he can't help but think about them when he should be telling a story.

The oyster... This gob of phlegm, this brutal way of refusing the outside world, this absolute isolation, and this disease: the pearl... If I conceptualise them even a little, my terror starts anew. The mussel is even more significant than the oyster and even more immediately admissible in the domain of terror. Let us indeed consider that this little sticky mass whose collective stupidity haunts our piers, consider that it is alive in the same way as a cow. Because there are no degrees in life. There is no more or less. The whole of life is present in every animal. To think that the mussel, that the mussel has, not a conscience, but a certain way of transcending itself: here I am once again plunged into abysses of anxiety and insecurity.

Near the beginning he philosophises about what would happen if a man and a lobster were the only two survivors of the apocalypse. The lobster would break the man's toe and the man would say, "We are the only beings that remain on this devastated Earth, lobster! The only living beings in the universe, struggling alone against the universal disaster, don't you want to be allies?" But the lobster would disdainfully walk away towards the ocean, and "the sight of the inflexible and imperturbable lobster pierces the sky of humanity with its unintelligible claws." (I can't overstate how little this has to do with the rest of the book.)

• Autumn in Beijing, Boris Vian —needless to say the story does not take place in autumn nor in Beijing.* To the extent that it can be said to be "about" something, it's about people trying to build a train station in a desert with tracks that lead nowhere. (I just went on goodreads to check the title, and it's actually called Autumn in Peking in English. I also discovered that it was featured in a list of Books I Regret Reading. I liked this book, but I understand.)

(* French writers love doing this—like when Alphonse Allais said about his 1893 book The Squadron's Umbrella "I chose this title because there aren't any umbrellas of any sort in this volume, and the important notion of the squadron, as a unit of the armed forces, is never brought up at all; in these conditions, hesitating would have been pure madness.")

• The Library at Mount Char, Scott Hawkins—I fear this one makes a little too much sense for this list, but you can't say it isn't weird; and I loved it and recommend it any chance I get.

• The Eleven Million Mile High Dancer, Carol Hill —this book was so wacky and made me laugh. I've not yet managed to successfully recommend it to someone; its brand of odd didn't resonate with the people I know who've read it but that's okay. You could say it's about a woman astronaut whose weird cat disappears into the fourth dimension (or the quantum realm?) and she goes to space to save him—but that makes the book sound more straightforward and less messy than it is. Her cat leaves her a note before he disappears:

• The Bald Soprano, Ionesco —fun fact, there's a tiny theatre in the Latin Quarter in Paris where this absurdist play has been staged every night for nearly 70 years, with the exact same set design and costumes and everything, like the actors are stuck in a time loop. They celebrated the 20,000th performance this year! There's an actress who has been playing her character for 40 years and said joining this theatre was like joining a religion. I've been going to see this play as a New Year tradition with my best friend since we were 14, so I love it madly, though I wouldn't say it's good, necessarily—the author said it was about "absolutely nothing, but a superior nothing."

• Statuary Gardens; or Les Mers perdues (apparently not translated) by Jacques Abeille. This man is obsessed with weird statues. Unfortunately I find his writing style rather dull—I feel like he takes strange ideas and makes them feel mundane in a bad way...! But his books still have a nice, quiet, oneiric atmosphere, and images that stayed with me, like a solitary gardener trying to grow stone statues in the depleted soil of a walled garden. Here are some illustrations from the second one:

I'll look into some of the books recommended on my previous post! (and I agree with the people who brought up Cortázar, Borges, and Junji Ito. <3) Some potentially-odd books I have on my to-read list: Clive Barker's Abarat, Goran Petrović's An Atlas Traced by the Sky, Salvador Plascencia's The People of Paper, Jean Ray's Malpertuis; Jan Weiss's The House of a Thousand Floors; Brice Tarvel's Pierre-Fendre.

[bogleech]

I really wonder exactly how Japan became seemingly the most creature obsessed culture on earth. Everybody has a mythology of spirits and beasts to some extent but in decades of my hyperfixation on monsters all over the globe I'm forced to concede that no surviving culture has so enthusiastically kept such a huge volume of their weird guys as widely relevant in the public eye as Japan has with youkai, let alone gone on to make such a high density of modern monster media including several of the most globally successful franchises on earth.

Mizuki Shigeru (Gegege no Kitaro) is popularly credited with having personally "saved" youkai culture from relative obscurity, but while the success of his work definitely had (still has) a massive snowball effect I still don't think that answers the whole question. The Kaiju genre for instance feels fairly independent of the sudden youkai craze associated with Kitaro. I guess there's probably a whole lot of factors that just perfectly came together.

I mean they even seem to think about *animals* more than is usual around the world, more than just pets and livestock and as more than just kid stuff. Their public education system spends evidently more time going over biology, taxonomy and evolution than that of many other countries, what's with that? I don't care about the anime and maid cafe tourist crap I just want to know why the rest of us are so behind Japan in appreciating varmints and critters.

[seat-safety-switch]

In order to stay relatable, I like to figure out what the average person hates so I can hate it too. Taxes are always popular, but for some reason people get tired of listening to me when I start discussing the specific methodologies of estimating land value, and how it should really not include properties with several broken Mopars to be "valuable." So I have to figure out some alternatives. The weather, the local sports team, and weeds.

Weeds, you ask? Weeds, I reply. In my idyllic-if-you-squint neighbourhood, there is a secret battle being fought beneath all of our feet. Brave suburbanite warriors struggle valiantly to keep plants they don't want from growing in between the plants they do want. It doesn't help that the former plants are really good at growing, and the latter are simply not. Seems unfair to me, but so is a lot of life, so I got a book from the public library and started boning up on my weeds.

Friends, it turns out that you can bury yourself into an infinitely deep taxonomy of various plants that are distinguishable only by the slightest feature. And all of those plants are greatly undervalued by society. Just like owning Malaise Era Mopars. I was hooked. Suddenly, I found myself walking around my neighbourhood, stopping to gaze at the specific varieties of dandelion, thistle, weird lumpy thing, and Sow's Murderess that dotted the environs.

And yet, despite my greater knowledge, success in social interaction still refused to come. In fact, I now have even greater friction with local by-law, because it turns out they really don't like it when you argue that your property isn't "overgrown with weeds" but instead temporarily colonized by a variety of pollinator-friendly invasive species that the city themselves put there a hundred years ago. I made the lawn-control lady so mad that she drove into a lamp post peeling out of my driveway.

There is good news, though. What was left of her city-allocated Dakota provided a pretty decent 5.2 for my stricken Valiant, and doing the swap immediately raptured me back from caring about all those dumb plants. Thanks, hyperfixation.

[thegreatfluffmuffin]

Okay im going to lose it because I looked at this bird and went, theres no way in hell its a quail, and it turns out theres a whole rabbit hole.

Quail-Plovers are Button-quail(family: Turnicidae) but are not really related to Quail(order: Galliformes), and are instead in the same order as Plovers(order: Charadiiformes).

The domestic “button quail” (Synoicus chinensis) are not actually button quail, but are called that due to their appearance. They can be more accurately called King Quail or Chinese Painted Quail.

So this domestic button quail(King Quail) are NOT Button-quail(family: Turnicidae) but are Quail(order: Galliformes).

the quail-plover is a small member of the buttonquail family found in dry regions of africa. the ‘plover’ portion of their name originates not from any close relation, but from the plover-like barred marking visible on the wing in flight. these birds are often found as individuals or in pairs, and primarily live in scrubland habitats.

[rotationalsymmetry]

Happy/spooky Friday everyone.

Obviously I'm sad about the long days getting shorter and summer fruit season slowly drawing to a close, but there are compensations. Like PERSIMMONS!!!

(happy it's persimmon season dance.)

Not only are persimmons delicious, but they are also in the order ericales in the...taxonomic category*...asterids, which you can vote for (or against) in the @plant-taxonomy-showdown bonus round semi-finals which will almost certainly start later today! So, keep your eyes peeled!

But your persimmons don't have to be!

*the correlation between traditional linean categories and actually useful categories is a bit hit or miss.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Blewbird Debut: Super Mario Bros. Wonder

Blewbird is weird. I mean, no duh, it's being featured on "Weird Mario Enemies," even if our blog title gets less and less fitting by the day, but I mean weirder than you'd realize by just looking at it at a glance. If you just take a quick glance at it, you might not think much of it -- just a stylized cartoon bluebird, reminiscent of The Artist Formerly Known As Twitter.

But then you look at it more closely, notice things like its black shell and brown shoes. How weirdly smooth its skin is, without even the suggestion of feathers. The fact it doesn't have wings at all. The fact these things burrow out of the ground.

Oh, and let's not forget the fact they shoot off their own beaks!

Yeah, let's not ignore the main hook of the enemy here! Blewbirds predominantly appear in the level Blewbird Roost, where they'll stand against walls and shoot out their beaks at Mario and Friends. Of course, usually their beaks end up sticking to walls across from them...

And unfurling into platforms! That's right! Blewbirds are an animal that evolved to create Platforming Challenges! Is this how they traverse all the open air in the caves they live in without wings? It's not like they can burrow everywhere!

So whatever Blewbirds are, I'm pretty sure they're not birds. Blewbirds are birds in the sense that jellyfish are fish. (A comparison I'm pretty sure I've made multiple times on the blog at this point.) But if they aren't birds, then what are they? Well, let's take another look at Blewbird without its beak...

Does it remind you of anything...?

Because it reminds me of Birdo, another character who's named after a bird for no particularly good reason whatsoever! Almost like it's all connected... But I mean, the similarities are hard to ignore -- the tube mouth optimized for shooting projectiles, the white underbelly, the weirdly smooth skin, heck, you could probably make the very bold argument that Blewbird's ponytail and Birdo's bow are connected somehow.

But wait! I'm not ending things right there, because Blewbird doesn't only have similarities to Birdo...

You see, Nintendo has connected the Birdos and Yoshis for a while now, as Mario's main Weird Dinosaur Characters, but there hasn't been an awful lot actually connecting them in-universe... until now?! For you see, I'm making the radical claim that Blewbirds are proof of a missing link species that connects the Yoshis and Birdos! Look at it! The tube mouth of Birdo. The shell and shoes of Yoshi. It's all so clear now!

Blewbirds aren't birds! They're some sort of weird dinosaur! Just like... just like... just like real birds. Hmm.

Maybe I need to rethink the point I was making with this post. Taxonomy is weird, guys.

*phone ringing*

Oh! Hold on, I need to answer that. Hello?

Hmmm... as a matter of fact, I think I am! I spent so much time talking about Yoshis and Birdos that I forgot to do this: *touches Wonder Flower to trigger Wonder Effect for the post*

During Blewbird Roost's Wonder Effect, Blewbirds will start blowing very large, very colorful bubbles! Your character can bounce on these bubbles to go *Pauline voice* ♪ High up in the sky~! ♪, but you need to be careful, since each bubble pops when you jump on it! The number of Blewbirds in the Blewbird Roost doesn't make that much of an issue, but in a Special World level where you're a Goomba who can hardly jump at all? Well... Good Luck!

That being said, this raises even more questions about Blewbird anatomy, because they blow these bubbles out of their beaks! You know, the ones they shoot off that, as far as I'm aware, aren't even part of their bodies? And in order to blow bubbles out of their beak, their mouth has been moved to the end of it! What is going on here?!

I'm not sure, but I can try to provide a relatable human analogy! Imagine if you put a Cone in your mouth, but someone nearby touched a Wonder Flower, so the Cone fused to your face and the mouth was at the end of the Cone, and you were very scared about this development so you tried to scream but only bubbles came out. We've all been there! And for the Blewbird, it's exactly like this. Hopefully now you understand!

[vintagerpg]

This is The Mask of Cthulhu (1958), one of two explicitly Cthulhu Mythos collections by Derleth published under his name at Arkham House (the other is the superior, but not by much, The Trail of Cthulhu, 1962).

After all these years, I’m still trying to figure Derleth out. He obviously knew Mythos stories would sell, and Lovecraft Mythos stories in particular (hence the five or so volumes of “posthumous collaborations” Derleth published at Arkham House). But his own Mythos tales feel so half-hearted. They lean into some of Lovecraft’s worst tendencies (particularly litanies of unpronounceable names) and casually misunderstand the source material, as evidenced by the foisting of a weirdly black and white morality onto a cosmology Lovecraft emphatically portrayed as based on meaninglessness. The stories here are hard to get through, honestly, especially when you compare them to Derleth’s really fucking fantastic horror, like “The Lonesome Place” (do yourselves a favor). And yet, our modern conception of the Mythos is largely understood through Derleth’s bored tinkering. Call of Cthulhu, the RPG, certainly owes just as much to Derleth’s half-hearted taxonomies as it does Lovecraft’s raw cosmicism. And these crummy Mythos stories really do overshadow Derleth’s really good work, almost by design. It’s weird.

Anyway, whatever about the stories. This cover by Richard Taylor is perfect in every way. The color, the typography, the big group of happy frog people enjoying a quiet moonlit evening outside. Totally perfect. I love it.

[zenosanalytic]

I just want to say that the sentence "Pluto is not a Planet; it's a Dwarf Planet" is Ridiculous, cuz "Planet" is right there.

Like: something can be a subclass of something, It's Fine. We can say "Pluto is a Planet, it's just a Smol Planet"; that's a Totally Fine Thing to Say, we say that about ALLOT of things!

It is more important in science and scholarship that we have clear definitions which we apply consistently, than that the outcome of those definitions be aesthetically pleasing to us(in fact, that's kind of what science IS). That a handful of high-profile planetarium administrators in the 90s thought it'd be a Hassle and Ugly to have dozens of objects in the Solar System count as "planets" is not a valid reason to 1)create a new definition of "planet" specifically designed to prevent that outcome, and then 2)apply it inconsistently, as we have done, to exclude a specific celestial body(Pluto).

Frankly, doing that strikes me not just as unscientific, but also as a little bit juvenile. The guy who came up with the plan Even Wrote A Book Bragging About It for fuck's sake. I've never read this book and have no idea if it actl does that beyond the title, I just thought this sentence was funny, but that's also sort of my point: should we really be making epistemological determinations on the basis of subjective taste? Of Course Not. That isn't science, and excluding Pluto isn't scientific. Pluto is spherical, it orbits a star, and it's big enough to have a significant gravitic effect on other celestial bodies: It's a Planet.

tl;dr: Pluto is a Dwarf Planet, which is a subclass of Planets, and That's OK.

P.S.: having said all that: "plutoid", the term astronomers coined in 2008 for bodies like this as a compromise, is a Really Cool Word I'd love to see ppl start using :> :> :>

You know how there's like some mathematician or something, who like did some useful stuff but is primarily known for overshadowing that work by going to great lengths trying to convince people to blow up the moon or something?

I wanna be like that but the hill I'm dying on is that the moon should be considered a planet

[mt-lowercase-m-derogatory]

Was anybody going to tell me that the taxonomy of crustaceans as monophyletic is now known to be incorrect, and the true monophylum accurding to modern science is named PANCRUSTACEA and INCLUDES INSECTS???

In other words, CRABBY FRIENS AND INSECTS ARE MORE CLOSELY RELATED TO EACH OTHER than to Millipedes (and Centipedes, which count as Myriapoda)!!! In addition, Millipedes, "crustaceans", and Insects are all more closely related to each other than to the following:

Spiders, Scorpions, Mites, Ticks, Horseshoe Crabs, Sea Spiders (they're so weird and gorgeous luk at em), Eurypterids (Ark players know), Velvet Worms, Tardigrades

What the fuck (that's not an animal)

EDIT: I realized that none of that really explains the craziest thing. See, "monophyletic" means something that includes one ancestor species and all species descended from it. Crustaceans are only monophyletic if you include insects. That means...

That means there are groups crustaceans that are more closely related to insects than they are to anything else we call a crustacean

[fangdokja]

MASTERPOST

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Preface

♡ Dedication. I love Jesus Christ. Without Him, and my husband, I would’ve longed killed myself. I dedicate my everything to my God, including my blog, books, etc.

♡ Dark Content. Yeah, I write dark content; but it’s because it makes me cherish the light more since I know darkness intimately. Just shows that I need Jesus and my husband all the more. In fact, I wouldn’t be able to write any of this or do anything without God and my husband. So, this isn’t just my work alone.

♡ Disclaimer. And just because I write this doesn't mean I condone such behavior. I genuinely enjoy writing dark fudged up shiz. It's therapeutic for me. As weird as it is, I can NEVER relate to "happy" stories, fluff and slice-of-life seems like a fantasy to me.

♡ I love my husband. I love spending time with my God and my husband. I'm hardcore simp, lol. Whenever I write, I always think of my husband for example, it helps me write a lot.

♡ BEFORE entering, please read this. GENERAL RULES + REQUEST RULES

♡ Dead Dove + Mature Content. Due to the nature of my content, please read responsibly (with a mature mindset)! Welcome and please enjoy my blog! God bless!

♡ Favorite Bible Book. Lamentations 3:1-2 : “I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of the LORD’s wrath. He had driven me away and made me walk in darkness rather than light;”

All 7 Masterlists:

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♡ A Letter to my Readers. To my readers, especially if you're the weird one who actually reads God's Protagonist,

♡ 🎁. Available for Reader Requests. Make sure to read the RULES! ♡ 🔞. NSFW / extremely explicit themes (non-con, sexual torture, dangerous edge play, degradation, humiliation, BDSM, etc.)

♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ Masterlists Order. The following works are arranged by order of writing priority:

Light in the Abyss: A Jesus Journey

♡ Light in the Abyss. Want a break from all the dark content or even life in general? Here's some Jesus comfort from the One who loves you more than anyone or anything else ever will :))

🔞God's Protagonist

♡ God's Protagonist. If you want the most tragic, taboo, trauma-inducing, grimdark epic story. And, my #1 project, as I'm using all my current books to hone my skills and eventually polish and work on this extremely long epic.

🎁A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ A Heart Devoured. The middle ground of all the books, can be be a light or dark read, depending on what reader insert story you pick. Also available for original yandere (OC’s) requests.

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🎁World Ablaze: For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ World Ablaze. The lightest read in the blog featuring yandere anime, manga, manhwa, and video game characters; as well as, the ONLY book readers can make fanfiction requests to.

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🔞Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Forbidden Fruits. If you want an erotic, taboo, dark Yandere series featuring anime, manhwa, video games, etc. characters.

Yandere Psychology: A Comprehensive Taxonomy of Obsessive and Possessive Love

♡ Yandere Psychology. For the extreme writers, analysts and yandere enthusiasts.

Zero-Triggers Library

♡ Zero-Triggers. If you want manhwa, manga, novel recommendations.

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Possible January Schedule for New Content or Reblogs:

Sunday - World Ablaze (New Content)

Monday - Random Mystery Box (???)

Tuesday - A Heart Devoured (Reblog / New Content)

Wednesday - World Ablaze (Reblog / New Content)

Thursday - A Heart Devoured (New Content)

Friday - Forbidden Fruits (Reblog / New Content)

Saturday - Forbidden Fruits (New Content)

♡ Favorite Yanderes to Write. Scar (WuWa), Granger (MLBB), Geshu Lin (WuWa), Isagi Yoichi (BL), Itoshi Sae (BL)

♡ Most challenging Yanderes for me to write. ANY ISTJ, Itto, maybe other dumb yanderes.

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