#unoxygenated

[jennelikejennay]

I know this is basically heresy to the Spock fandom. I know a lot of people will disagree, and fics will continue to do things exactly the way they always have. But I must speak my truth.

Spock is not green.

Spock's blood is green but his skin is best described as sallow. Pale with a yellow undertone.

Likewise humans are not honestly all that pink (no matter what Shran says). But we are more pink than Spock is green. We have a pink undertone, but Spock's undertone is yellow.

I've thought it over: the colors of human blood, with and without oxygen; the colors of copper, oxidized and not; the color of the copper-based blood of horseshoe crabs; the optical qualities of human skin. And I offer an explanation.

If you have a lightish skin tone and you flip your forearm over, you'll see blue veins. Which is why you probably grew up thinking unoxygenated blood is blue. It's actually not; it's purple.

What we're seeing is a scattering effect. You know how the sun shines in the atmosphere, and most of the color comes straight through just fine, but the blue covers the whole sky instead of coming straight down with the rest of the sunlight? That's because our atmosphere lets the other colors straight through (the warm white of the sun as seen from Earth) but scatters blue, making it seem like it's coming from everywhere.

Human skin does the same thing to red. While blue comes straight through, as if the skin were transparent, showing clear-edged veins, red is scattered. You won't see your arteries. Instead you see a pink cast that seems to be coming from everywhere.

Importantly, which colors show through and which are scattered has nothing to do with our blood, and everything to do with the optical properties of our skin.

Back to Spock. Oxidized, his blood is grass green. Which is kind of odd when you think about it. Horseshoe crabs have copper-based blood, and it's blue. When it doesn't have oxygen in it, it's pretty much colorless.

And this is the color of oxidized copper. I wouldn't call it grass green. The proper word is verdigris.

So for Spock's blood to be grass green, there's probably something yellow in it. The plasma, or the white blood cells, or whatever.

Unoxygenated, copper is ... well, copper-colored. Orangey-brown. I'm not sure if it's possible for anyone's blood to ever get fully unoxygenated—cells just aren't that efficient. But if we assume Spock's blood is less green and more orange when unoxygenated, we might expect a yellowish-brown, yellow being the only color in both green and copper.

So we just have to assume Spock's skin has optical qualities which allow yellow through more than green or brown. The yellow is scattered, while visible blood vessels (if Spock has any) might be green or brown.

Yes, I'm arguing that Spock blushes yellowish. His ordinary skin tone would darken. You wouldn't have a whole new color showing up.

None of this implies that Spock's mucus membranes (tongue, gums, internal parts of genitals such as a sheathed penis) wouldn't be green. Without the thick, protective Vulcan skin, a lot more would show through.

I'm just saying, Spock looks pale-to-yellow on the show and I'm okay with that. I think science can justify it. (Alternatively, as SPOCKNALIA argues, Vulcan skin is too thick to show much through it, and the yellow tone is Vulcan melanin.)

However, I may still continue to have Spock blush green just for art's sake, and you can too. The only law of fanfic is that your canon is whatever you say it is.

[b1asho]

Huzzahh, it's species number 3! (There's a total of 6, including humans. 7 if you count artificial intelligences, 8 if you count the uhh other intelligences).

An official up to date visual for everyone's favorite communist amphibians, the Kixeli, and some up-to-date info!! ->

Kixeli are a small sophont species hailing from a planet covered mostly in ocean. They are amphibious, and originally evolved to switch between swimming and climbing using their webbed hands and powerful arms.

Their skin is permeable, allowing them to extend their time underwater to hunt and gather as well as reproduce, but due to their larger body and brain size/oxygen needs this isn’t sustainable and they must return to the surface.

Alongside their frequent trips outside the water, they also have a mucus layer and several specialized glands (including in their face by their eyes) to help remove excess salt and change levels of urea in their body to help make sure they dont lose resources when in the ocean.

Kixeli are omnivorous, with a focus on fruits and sealife. many cultures have a preference against eating anything that lives above water, including birds and the like, because they see themselves as spiritual equals to those animals as fellow air breathers.

They are oviparous, and have a specific mating season.

Most Kixeli have multiple variable spawn partners and see it as strange to be nailed down to one. Anyone who participated lays their eggs in a communal tide pool carved out in their communities.

Hatchlings are entirely aquatic wirh gills until later months of age, where they will begin to poke their head above water for air and start interacting more with the adults around them, who feed them a nutritive crop milk as they have already absorbed most of their tail by now.

This period is also the beginning of their understanding of language.

Once they lose their tail and grow in their limbs, they are still mostly helpless until those fully develop and myst cling to a caretaker adult in the community (blood parents don’t necessarily always raise their own children, but as someone who laid eggs they are responsible for children as a caretaker so anyone who didn’t want eggs gets left alone).

During their puberty, they will develop adult skin markings, and some can even end up changing sexes (much for the same reason some of them grow gliding membranes, as the result of population and resources balance in their surroundings).

Speakijg of that, there are two categories of Kixeli in their communities: Kel (swimmer) and Arasit (flier).

Arasit are just a rare continuation of their life cycle, since most Kixeli kids end up growing into Kel adults.

Sometimes, though, an Arasit will develop in case the community strongly needs to seek out new territory over long distance (triggered by close proximity to many other Kixeli and a variety of other unknown gactors, like grasshoppers turnkng into locusts.) They can’t truly fly, but they can use the powerful ocean winds and even some launching technology to glide very far to scout new resources and other communities).

Arasit are highly celebrated as voyagers, but Kel are also valued as providers for their existing community and even accompany voyages on ships to help their Arasit stay alive.

Some Arasit will cut and cauterize their membranes to make it easier for them to swim to symbolize they are staying in the community, though usually, they just poke small holes in there so they can wear clothes and be sanitary.

Their blood uses the hemocyanin molecule to carry oxygen, making their blood a bright blue when oxygenated and a thin blue/clear when unoxygenated (so you can see the other warmish colored pigments in there when it’s inside them, that yellowish stuff)

Their ancestors dwelled in deeper, cooler water where this blood type was most advantageous, but a global warming period brought them up to warm waters and eventually above the surface to capitalize on resources.

During this process, they developed some ways to improve the molecule’s lower efficiency in the heat. For one, they kept a small body size so there’s less to deal with. Another thing is that they get oxygen (albeit a small amount) from all over their body constantly through their skin, also somewhat making up for it.

The main mechanism, though, is their metabolism/temperature. They can quickly adjust their metabolism depending on the oxygen conditions in their surroundings to prevent immediate failure if they don’t have access to the right conditions to otherwise cope (this, and along with hemocyanin’s natural ability to handle low oxygen and their skin breathing, means they can tolerate very low oxygen areas that would cause a human to faint, though they’ll typically be pretty out of commission too, and this can have longer lasting effects on their health from the whiplash.)

they use their surroundings for heat when they aren’t doing anything too strenuous, and because they aren’t really producing much of their own they can tolerate even higher temperatures that would normally put them out of commission (and they actually heavily rely on that heat for ease in a lot of other processes), to do anything that has bigger oxygen needs, they can dip into cooler water/shade for periods of higher activity (but can’t stay too cold for too long or else aforementioned other processes will shut down, though it does increase the effectiveness to the point where they can do a whole lot and allows them to swim/navigate cooler areas where their early competitors couldn’t return to, it only as long as they got back quickly and warmed up)

they basically swing between these two extremes but tend to stay at a warmish middle-ground, wearing heating pads on part of their body while still letting larger areas cool off, if that makes sense.

Hemocyanin’s other properties don’t automatically give them a longer life, in fact theirs is very short compared to other species, but it does make them resistant to cancers (a common threat on their sunny planet) and the spread of diseases in their dense communities

Being cold-blooded wasn’t a problem on their mostly tropical planet. It is a considerable problem once they left it, though, hence the heating pads most wear to warm up.

many also live in areas without a large body of water nearby (or an easy way to access said body of water) but still need to stay damp to maintain their music layer and trap oxygen, so many also carry spray bottles or wet rags with them to always stay damp.

Kixeli are highly social (with their name even roughly translating to "belonging together"). they rarely live in groups of less than 5.

They experience severe negative side effects from isolation. Their naturally intense empathy also makes it extremely damaging for them to see other Kixeli injured or dead, sometimes leading to their own death from shock if they were the one that did it (though this has not stopped wars over their scarce resources in the past, typically because that intense sense of kinship was naturally strongest towards those among their own community, and if Their community was suffering then they had to get rid of the source of it by any means. )

This period nearly drove them to extinction, and led to a Global Community movement that argued for intercommunity cooperation and the end of 'us and them thinking'.

Due to their sliminess, Kixeli normally keep clothing to a minimum and overall don’t have a need for it beyond temperature control and ornamentation.

They have none of their own social taboos about nakedness, having no external genitalia, but still often clothe themselves to the standards of others due to the pressure/need to be polite from other species.

They also have few class divides within their own communities, with everyone working for the good of the whole, and no sex/gender roles beyond squirter and egg layer since everyone cares for the eggs.

To humans, their language sounds like birdsong, with lots of repetitive noises and subtle shifts in pattern and tone.

Their unique vocalization makes their languages hard to learn and even harder to speak, but they themselves are incredible mimics (only surpassed in some ways by humans because lips and teeth).

The fin on their forehead is similar to eyebrows in communicating emotion or tone. They can see a similar color spectrum to humans and love bright contrasting colors similar to their own skin patterns.

They favor “fast food”, or anything that can be carried easily as you swing around in a tree or on a boat.

Payment/restaurants doesn’t really exist for them, they just have areas where food brought in by providers is available to the community (or people just eat what they catch and then bring extra to the community.)

They also don’t chew their food, though some dishes are meant to be squished to the roof of the mouth with the tongue to experience the flavor

Their clothing is often “readable” in that many individuals wear clothing that represents a certain story, event in their life, event in their community, or mythical hero that can be derived from looking at their clothing from the head down.

In the two guys up there, the Arasit is wearing the equivalent of booty shorts cut scantily close to their Hole depicting one version about the founding of the first community (though a simplified one, so it’s actually more like the equivalent of wearing a crop top tee with a little monochrome dog on it or something).

This kind of imagery is common among Arasit, even modern ones, because founding/birth/life are their associations in religious cultures.

The Kel alongside them is wearing a more complex getup meant to show the inciting incident of one of the nomadic communities mythic hero’s journey, when he was cast from the star sea by the wicked Long Arms into the deep sea.

This would be seen as all most goth since this part of the story is seen as eerie and it depicts their underworld along the hem and bracelets.

By wearing clothing associated with a specific figure//story, they can also show gender identity based on whether that figure or hod was male, female, neuther, etc(helping people draw the right conclusions despite the visible evidence of their sex written on all their skin. The clothing and any makeup done on the fin is usually their main reference point for judging how to address someone. )

[blubushie]

Whoa! O.O I knew about wool- unsheared sheep get overheated, weighed down, and even blinded by overgrown coats- but I didn't know that the lack of regular honey removal was harmful to bees. Why is that?

So honey doesn't really store indefinitely in a hive, it gets cycled. (Yes honey doesn't rot in an unoxygenated environment, like a jar, but that's not true for an oxygenated environment like a buzzing beehive). They pack it up for winter then use up their stores during winter when the flowers are dead and there's no nectar to be found. Come spring they start packing up the stores again.

Too much honey, more than the bees can use, promotes fungus growth as it collects at the bottom of the hive because there aren't enough cells to seal it in. Fungus spreads rapidly and not just causes hive death by making their entire food supply inedible, but it'll also infest the larval chambers and kill the larvae inside. Even if it doesn't, the honey that remains edible usually isn't enough to feed the entire hive plus the larvae of the next generation.

Beekeepers only take a certain amount of honey per hive population so that the bees have enough honey left to feed themselves and their offspring. This is actually a benefit to the bees, and it's why beekeepers with singular hives can often handle their hives without being stung (multiple hives complicates this as they'll smell like foreign bees and the bees don't like that). Singular hives will actually recognise the scent of their keeper and interact in a friendly, or at least non-hostile, manner with them.

Honeybees, at least the ones we get our store-bought honey from (Apis mellifera, the domestic honeybee/Western honeybee/European honeybee) are a domesticated species. Over the past two thousand years they were carefully bred to produce WAY too much honey (same as how dairy cows produce way too much milk, or sheep produce way too much wool) with the sole purpose of that excess being harvested by humans. Feral populations will actually feralise and stop producing excess honey because the hives that produce excess die from fungal infestations (or just simple predation—honey is sugar, sugar is energy, and a LOT of animals besides just humans and bears love that easy energy and reckon it's more than worth a few stings).

Beekeepers serve a neat role in the life cycle of and upkeep of domestic bees as they not only keep the hive from getting fungus infestations but they also can do cool shit like treat the bees for mites that would otherwise kill them.

Now I'm kinda wondering if vegans would consider the culling of mites to save a hive murder too, or if they can acknowledge that that's fucken nuts and not all life is equal. Is it inhumane to give an animal flea killer because the fleas need blood to live? There's a vegan with a stupid answer to that question somewhere!

[wondrous-art]

A little tumblr exclusive miinu anatomy lesson, blood and how it effects the body! Mostly a test doodles to figure out how things like bruising works on them.

I based their blood on hemolymph found in insect blood, which can often be yellowish or greenish or even clear, it can often be influenced by the species' diet. I went with a golden yellow hue for Miinu. Since unoxygenated hemolymph turns grey or clear, I figure the same happens with miinu blood, it losing its color and vibrancy as it dries.

It also wouldn't break down the same way as hemoglobin, so bruising would also just appear grey rather than the purple and blues of human bruises. Though the initial rush of blood would cause the injury to swell with the faint gold hue of their blood.

The bottom image is just playing with how the yellow blush appears on different skin colors. (Though if you've played with my picrew you'll already see some of how that looks in greater detail.)

If you're curious about other elements of Miinu Anatomy I have a run down here:

[mousegard]

so i was just thinking. for vampires, drinking blood from someone's veins instead of an artery has got to be like. kinda shitty. because that's all the unoxygenated blood on its way to the heart to get oxygenated again. it's probably like having a salad but all the lettuce is wilted and starting to get a little slimy

[lily-lover]

anyone else sometimes get the sudden urge to be sucked contrariwise to gravity upwards towards the sky? I wanna be slurped up by the void and take a bath in the unoxygenated vastness

[bishiglomper]

It is 6am and i think I've had like 1 broken hour of sleep 😑

Went to bed late because I had coffee today. And the living room people were up. Sissy worked until 1:30 at least. I worked lots too! ...well, it wasn't real productive but i moved a shitton more than usual..

I'm kind of disappointed i didnt take a before/after photo of the wreckage that was our house. Mom and sissy have been kicking ass.

I've been having asthma issues. Used my inhaler prolly 3x today. Woke up feeling like I was sucking on unoxygenized air. So i took the nebulizer.

I dunno what triggered it exactly but now im having fibro pain. And all that albuterol made me tachy and jittery, which all feels like a low. Bleuuugh.

We're suppose to get up to go shopping in 2 hours.

We're low on monies so i was gonna stay home to at least save on lunch. But we're in charge of nephew in the morning since sissy has an appointment and also the niece asked to go out to lunch with us. I dont wanna make mom watch nephew by herself..

Sissy is not enthused by the chinese buffet, but i asked if we could go there because its like $10-12 a person. Both kids and I LOVE the place. 👀

Niece was there when i asked; she was like "Omg, yeah, can we??!" Lol sister couldn't refuse.

...I am so so tired

I don't wanna waste money but also I kind of hope we can get coffee tomorrow so i dont have to get up even earlier to make it. 😶

[ollie-duck]

Okay so the link to the post no longer works because the OP deleted their blog, but as a Jewish Trekkie I have .. absolutely no idea how this could possibly be offensive.

Vulcan blood is green. Of course they blush green. You blush the color your blood is. We don’t blush red for fun. We blush red because our blood is red (the unoxygenated blood = blue thing is a persistent myth)

If any other Jews feel differently feel free to explain why (maybe I’m too deep in the trek madness here) but I genuinely don’t understand how blush coloring could be offensive

u have a lot of jewish star trek stuff so i figured i could ask you about this ? ive seen some ppl mention that jewish trekkies have said artists drawing vulcans blushing green is offensive, but i havent been able to find a post explaining why anywhere. do u know about this ? sry if im bothering you, & i really hope im not being offensive here, just really wanna educate myself but having trouble finding sources

It’s no bother! I’m not Jewish myself and don’t really feel qualified to speak on the issue, so here’s a link to a post by somebody who is :)

[spaghetti-machete]

tumblr april fools idea: bogs not blogs. everyone gets a bog now. welcome to my bog, i'm a little green frog. sit on a log. this is my bog

@staff hire me

[le4ves-1n-the-w1nd]

Leaf holds his shoulder, the nerves on fire. His bullet wounds larger due to Lucifer's cruelty. Fucking fuckwad bastard. And taking the bullets. Fuck. He would have rather given them to Roth. He also needed to get some helium.

Ah... Shock, what a wonderful thing. He would crash later.

"I suppose so. I've never heard of it before." Leaf shrugs with his injured shoulder. Chime probably had more of them metal. He would have to find it and hide them away. Give some to Roth too.

Chime cries out as Lucifer's tail was stabbed into his thigh. But it quickly turns into a laugh. "Is that the best you can do, Devil?" Chime taunts, voice strangled from the hand around his throat.

Leaf stares at Lucifer for a long moment. Ever since Rose, he promised himself that he wouldn't fall to revenge. That he would kill swiftly if needed...

But to have Astaroth back? To hold his Roth in his arms again, to sooth the yawning void in his breast from his absence. Then maybe he could bend his rules just this once.

Reward?! How dare Lucifer treat Astaroth like a prize to be won.

"... Fine. You want a show. I'll give you a show." He turns to Chime, eyes cold.

"I love you," Chime manages to get out, staring into Leaf's, bold and unrelenting. Just like their mother. How could Chime kill her.

"No. No you don't. You never did." Leaf says simply, placing his hand over Chime's face. Air swirled beneath his palm and Leaf forces the air down into Chime's throat into his lungs, his stomach, his gut. Leaf doesn't say another word as he whips the wind inside of Chime, shredding his brother from the inside out.

Chime couldn't even scream due to the fact his lungs being turned into soup. His heart beats once, twice, thrice. It continues to beat weaker and weaker as unoxygenated blood is sent to the brain. Leaf the rips the wind out of Chime, exploding Chime's back in a spray of gore and bone.

Shatter the Bell

Free the Bird

Leaf soared through the air, the winds howling around him like the voice of an angry god.

There.

CHIME

Leaf slammed into the ground, his form scattering into wind and reforming in one fluid motion. Stalking towards Chime, fury and wrath fueling his every step.

Chime tilted his head, his blue eyes cold. How had Leaf not noticed how cold Chime was? How has he not seen the cruelty in his eyes. Maybe he had just gotten used to it? Maybe it had always been like that.

so different from Roth's warm amber eyes

"Leaf, brother," Chime said warmly, a handsome smile on his face, but his eyes were still cold, still cruel. "You're home."

"No, no I'm not." Leaf said coldly, winds whipping around him. This wasn't home. Home was Roth, his claws petting his hair, wings wrapped around him, and gentle eyes. Home was at the Lux with no cameras and a blank slate just waited to be changed.

Chime pulled out a gun, swift and sure from his military training, as Leaf moved towards him, the winds whipping around him, gathering like a storm. A single shot rang out and Leaf didn't bother to dodge, bullets don't affect him anywa-

PAIN

Leaf drops like a stone, like an anchor in the ocean. It was like the bullet bullets shouldn't effect him what's going on zapped any energy in him, make him physical, just like the sea as... 

Trembling, he tries to turn into wind, something he did as easily as he breathed, and he... Couldn't. Leaf looked up at his brother in Horror.

"Did you really believe that our family would pass that power down and not create any countermeasures?" Chime chided him. "Mother and Father told me a week after you ate that Fruit."

Leaf weezes, a small trickle of blood sliding down into his beard from biting his cheek. Fuck. Fuck! Why was it always his arms?! He shakes as he gets to his knees. "Lu-"

Another shot rings out and hit his arm again. He gags from the pain and claws at his arm. Wrongwrongwrongwrong. He could taste the sea salt at the back of his tongue. Chime was saying something but he couldn't hear, the seas waves drowning him.

"LŪCÎFREM EXCÎTO TE" He screams desperately. He needed help, he couldn't do it alone. He was scared. he wanted Roth, Roth would help him, please Roth He needed help.

(( @morningstarscratch ))

[spotsupstuff]

How about blue blood? Cephalopods like octopi have blue blood called hemocyanin which uses copper as its oxygen carrier! When its unoxygenated its clear and blue when oxygenated. It may not be as good as hemoglobin ( our blood which uses iron as its oxygen carrier) but as you said this is rainworld, the sky is the limit with whatever color you wanna use!

(i kno u then sent another ask to ignore this one but like. just for the sake of educational purposes you gon get shoved into the world, shit's Neat. i didn't know octopi had blue blood!)

for blood i've actually already decided! i DID wanna do smth fun and special at first like a cold color blood but then i ended up goin with

smth close to ours. if only for the visual spectacle that it makes on Sparrows. if we are (hopefully) to see Sparrows' first death fully colored and all, then it better feel loud and damning and overwhelming as an alien color to her palette takes her over 👈👈

[farvann]

Claude is the kind of guy who'd twirl the phone cord in his fingers and ask what blood type you are. He kicks his feet when he gets to explain the nuance between oxygenated and unoxygenated blood. He giggles like a school girl when someone tells him they're anemic. "No, silly!" he'll say. "You have plenty of blood." And then he'll add, "I can tell! I'm a vampire," as though it makes his claim more credible. I love him thank you for coming to my tedx talk.

YES YES YES PERFECT perfect Claude Ted Talk you nailed his character perfectly

[cuuno-moved]

please handover the punz or ponk headcanons please

pumz,,,

they wear those like. harness things? and put bombs and potions and ammo on there.

they have a ponytail. that's it. punzytail.

they're a merling hybrid, so they have to have a sort of resperator. like an unoxygen tank.

they keep trying to use pick up lines on nook. it doesn't work.

they have a bionic eye.

ok, i know guns don't exist in minecraft but, gunz.

OOOOOH TATTOOS.

they get a tattoo for every successful assassination because i'm such a sucker for that trope.

they. they do. p. parkour. they.

i mean the urban stuff not the tame minecraft shit.

[mappingway]

every now and then I remember that when I had my heart defect corrected, they had a toy cart go around to give little gifts to the children who had to be bed ridden as a way to keep them entertained. I was 3 at the time at a children's hospital so I'm not sure how common that is.

Anyway whoever was doing the cart handouts decided (or, likely, had no idea) that I literally had open heart surgery because my heart was working too hard and my bad blood was mixing with my good blood. (Oxygenated vs unoxygenated)

They just saw this tiny little 3 year old and went, perfect, a Barney jack in the box.

I unironically pin every single blame of me being an adult piss baby on that jack in the box. I don't remember much from being 3 or being in the hospital, just a few tidbits here and there that may be from what people told me and I internally fabricated, but I fucking remember that toy scaring the living daylights out of me

[neworleansspecial]

Parenting

Crockett turns the page for Harper, even though she likes to do it. She needs to keep her arm still for the IV, for the chemo, that’s made her just as sick as the cancer has. She’s too young for it all, he thinks, and too precious to be subjected to the agony of chemotherapy before she’s walked into an elementary school classroom. The little downy coating of hair on her head has vanished. Her cheeks don’t flush pink when she smiles anymore. She sleeps more than she doesn’t. There are bags under her eyes, contrasting her chubby cheeks, making the saddest picture of a child. More than anything, Crockett wishes he could make it better. 

He does what he can, though, and sits in the hospital bed with her in his lap, reading “Goodnight Sweet Butterflies” on a brisk winter day. Harper doesn’t like the winter much, and he’d be doing this even at home, but there is a special sadness in his own heart for the family they won’t get to see and the friends she won’t make. Other kids her age have at least a couple from daycare or the like. Harper has nurses, and she has Noah. 

Normally, Noah makes a point to come by when Harper has chemo, his presence soothing to her, but he’s busy having his own medical crisis this morning. His sats dropped too low again, meaning he’s back on a proper oxygen mask rather than the cannula and too exhausted and unoxygenated to come visit the pediatric oncology ward where Harper has spent so much time, the nurses have taped her drawings up around the room.

They’ll visit him when her chemo bag is empty, to cheer him up and help wash away his guilt for not being here, misplaced as it is. Noah isn’t Harper’s father. He’s just a friend Crockett made, the only one he has since coming to Chicago. Yet, he’s always here, dependable even when his lips tinge a little purple or he has a coughing fit behind his blue medical mask. 

Harper had asked for him when the nurse brought her chemo, citing the fact that it doesn’t ache as much when Noah is here. She calls him Noah in her small voice, but Crockett can nearly imagine a fatherly substitution. It’s silly, he thinks. He’s just lonely. He just misses having another person who loves Harper as much as him and can help him stay upright when the grief tugs him down. 

[tiredbluejay]

Oh absolutely. Hemocyanin doesn’t bind to blood cells like hemoglobin, so I doubt it would be efficient in diffusing oxygen into our tissues since A) we don’t have hemolymph and B) we’re absolutely massive compared to Mollusca and Arthropoda.

Still fun to think about the possibility of blue blood in humans tho.

Today’s Bullshit: I had to explain to an 18 year old that human blood is iron based, not copper based, and that it oxidizes and turns brown if exposed to air for too long.