#like binary fission???

[gallifreyanhotfive]

So how the hell does toymaker reproduction work

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Grishaverse textposts I made based on things my friends and I have actually said. In real life.

(Part 16) (Thank you all SO MUCH for 1000 followers!! ❤️)

Kaz: I love cheating. It’s like winning but without the pain

Kaz: I don’t doubt you too much

Jesper: Yes you do!

Kaz: I’m doubting you the appropriate amount

Jesper: Oh, ok then

Jesper: You know how I’ve always wanted to die by being struck by lightning?

Wylan: Of course

Jesper: Well, yesterday I nearly got struck by a car whilst I was looking at lightning and I decided that would be close enough

Jesper, flirting with Wylan: I have a sweet tooth

Kuwei, wanting to be involved: I HAVE NORMAL TEETH

Wylan: I had a water snail and I swear it was just one but then it multiplied everywhere

Nina: Like asexual reproduction?

Wylan: That thing wasn’t even like meiosis it was like fricking binary fission

[poisonlove]

Miss Ortega | j.o

part 7

—The cell is made up of the nucleus and the cytoplasm and is enclosed by the cell membrane, which regulates passage in and out. The nucleus contains chromosomes, the cell's genetic material, and the nucleolus, which produces ribosomes. My eyes shift to Olivia, who was jotting down my words in her notebook.

In the late afternoon, I was at Olivia's house to help her study science, primarily about what a cell is and its functions. Olivia nods, giving me a nervous smile.

—One last question... what's cell division?— She puts the tip of her pen between her teeth, thoughtful.

—Cell division is the process by which a cell multiplies, splitting into two. In prokaryotes, it happens through binary fission (DNA filament duplication and subsequent division into two identical new individuals). In eukaryotes, it occurs through mitosis and, in reproductive cells, meiosis.— I say, shrugging casually.

Olivia writes it all down and then closes her notebook with a soft thud, sighing with satisfaction and tiredness.

—We're done,— she murmurs weakly, looking at me with a smile on her lips.

—We're done,— I repeat, and she stretches, slightly tense from maintaining an uncomfortable position for a long time.

—I'm not surprised you never get a failing grade, you're a book,— she says as she gets up from her desk, flopping onto her bed's mattress.

—Don't exaggerate...— I chuckle and give her a playful look. —Now... will you let me hear something you've written?— I nervously bite my lip, accepting the invitation to sit beside her on the bed.

Olivia sighs and reluctantly agrees to my request, blushing as she looks at me. —Wait,— she murmurs softly, leaning towards the edge of the bed, picking up a guitar case from the floor. Olivia glances at me sideways, holding the guitar in her hands.

—I'll sing you a little snippet of the song, okay? Also... I haven't finished it yet,— she says, toying with the guitar strings, likely tuning it.

I gaze in awe at her profile. Olivia had her head tilted down, holding the guitar in her lap. Her eyes briefly meet mine for a split second before she looks away with flushed cheeks.

Taking a breath, she closes her eyes, focusing.

—And I won't fight for love if you won't meet me halfway...— she begins to sing. And I say that I'm through but this song's still for you–

Her voice sounds angelic, surprising me with her talent. Olivia glances at me briefly, giving me a small smile.

—All I want is love that lasts— her eyes glisten, still looking at me.

—Is all I want too much to ask?— her fingers pause, interrupting the sweet melody. Olivia sets the guitar aside and looks at me with embarrassment, accepting my applause.

—Oh my god... you have an amazing voice,— I admit, and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, staring at a fixed point on her lap. —Thank you,— she offers a shy smile, and I reciprocate.

A knock on the door draws our attention to the entrance of her room. Olivia's mother, Emma, is standing there with a smile on her lips.

—T/N, dear, why don't you stay for dinner with us?— Mrs. Rodrigo suggests.

With a smile, I look at Olivia's reaction. She's looking at me with bright eyes and a smile, nodding enthusiastically.

—That would be fantastic,— I reply, and immediately, two arms wrap around my neck, hugging me. The force makes me lie back on the bed, and amid laughter, I return the hug, smiling shyly at Emma, who watches us with tenderness as I hold Olivia in my arms.

(...) —So... how's it going with the girl you like?— Enid asks, hugging a pillow in her arms.

After helping Olivia study, I received an invitation from Enid to have a pajama party at her house, inviting Olivia as well since she was with me. The blonde only knew that I liked someone, but she didn't know who, and for obvious reasons, she was really mad at me. I know she's my best friend, but I still couldn't tell her that I was in love with Professor Ortega.

—Actually, it's all going wrong... she said it's better if I forget what happened,— I lower my head towards my lap, sadly biting my lower lip. —Well, what a jerk...— Enid makes a face. —If only I knew who she was, I would have given her a piece of my mind,— she says absentmindedly, pulling at the corners of the pillow in her hands.

—You tried your best,— I smile sideways, and Enid throws the pillow at my face, messing up my hair. I chuckle slightly and wink at her.

—What do you think about Olivia, though?— she suddenly asks, lying down on the bed. I turn toward the door, relieved when I see that the subject of conversation is still downstairs preparing popcorn for the movie.

—Are you crazy? She's here...— I whisper, and she rolls her eyes at my comment.

—I don't see her,— Enid turns toward me, focusing her attention on me.

I sigh and shake my head. —She's nice...— I shrug indifferently, smiling at the blonde. Enid raises an eyebrow and gives me a smile, silently asking me to tell her more.

—She's beautiful... there's no doubt... but you know I'm in love with someone else,— I play with my fingers, embarrassed by the situation.

—She'd be perfect for you, you know? Plus... she really likes you,— Enid confesses. She adjusts her pajamas and gets under the covers, getting ready to watch the movie on her room's TV.

—I know... but for now... I only see her as a friend,— I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and look confused at Enid's reaction, who is looking with panic over my shoulder.

I turn to her line of sight and pale when I see Olivia near the door. The brunette awkwardly leaves the popcorn bowl on the shelf and, with tears in her eyes, looks at me, shaking her head with regret. I stand up and bite my lips, mentally scolding myself for being so stupid.

I close the door behind me.

—Liv, wait,— I quickly descend the stairs, trying to catch up with Olivia. The brunette ignores me and walks toward the couches, searching for her jacket. I quicken my pace and grab her wrist. Olivia turns around and looks at me with tear-streaked cheeks, making me feel guilty.

—What do you want? You've said enough,— she says with venom, clenching her jaw.

—Liv...— I whisper, and her eyes glisten. Her shoulders relax, and she tentatively shuffles in place, wanting to hear what I have to say.

—Tell me...— her voice tone is clearly broken, showing that my confession has hurt her. I step closer, placing my hands around her face, wiping away some tears. Her eyes look at me sweetly despite the pain she's feeling. She places a hand against mine, giving me a comforting squeeze.

—Right now... I'm in love with someone else,— she nods, with bitterness in her mouth. —But it doesn't mean that in the future, I can't be with you... if you heard the whole conversation... and I'm pretty sure you did... I said that for now, I see you as a friend,— I smile sidelong, stroking her cheek. Olivia tilts her chin up and licks her lips, looking at me seriously. Suddenly, we're at the same height level since she's on tiptoes. My breath catches in my throat, and I timidly observe what the brunette wants to do.

—Kiss me...— she whispers, closing her eyes and clenching her jaw. —I just want to kiss you... at least once,— she confesses, making my chest tighten. I remove one hand from her face and trail it down her back, stopping at her waist, pulling Olivia closer to me.

—This...— I swallow, nervous due to the proximity. —This I can do— I lean toward her face and close the minimal distance between our lips. The kiss is sweet and at the same time salty from her tears. Olivia wraps her arms around my neck, sighing against my lips, receiving the long-desired kiss. The rhythm of the kiss is slow; we're simply enjoying the contact between our mouths. Olivia taps her tongue against my lower lip, asking for permission to enter. I part my lips, and our tongues meet, tentatively exploring each other's mouths.

I press my forehead against hers after ending the kiss. The brunette has a smile on her lips, looking at me with shining eyes of happiness. She leans in and briefly connects our lips for a split second before pulling away.

—That was... wow,— I admit, and she nods, completely agreeing.

I have to admit that the kiss was beautiful, I really enjoyed it. Her lips were sweet, inviting in a different way from Jenna's. Just mentioning the brunette makes me grimace, and I try to erase the image of her eyes from my mind so as not to ruin the moment. Olivia looks at me smiling, happy about what just happened.

—So... shall we go upstairs to watch the movie?— I suggest, and she nods slowly, starting to climb the stairs, our hands still intertwined.

—So... can you wait? I know it sounds horrible to ask, but I want to know, I want to find out if it's truly over with... the other person. I swear, if she's convinced that our... relationship? I don't know what to call it... is completely over... I'll give myself a chance to be with you,— I timidly ask, nervous about making this proposition. Olivia sighs and nods her head with both sadness and excitement at having a chance with me.

—Yes... you're... you're right, you know? I understand... it's not easy to choose between two girls you like... I'll wait... and if you choose me... I promise I'll never leave, T/N,— she admits, making me shiver slightly at the intensity of her gaze. I blush.

—Alright... because I was already getting ready to chase after you to talk,— I joke, and she chuckles softly, tilting her head back.

Her fingers tighten around my hand, stroking the back of my hand with her thumb.

—I wouldn't have gone anywhere... not in pajamas, obviously,— she raises her head with pride, and I burst out laughing at the expression on her face.

—Well... now let's go watch the movie? Enid's waiting for us,— I suggest, and she nods, starting to climb the stairs while still holding my hand, our fingers entwined.

It was late, but I was still awake, studying for the English literature exam I had the next day. The words on the pages were blurry, and I was unsure if I'd remember half of what I was reading due to how tired I was. But I had to keep going to be able to say that I had at least tried.

The vibration of the phone on the desk pulled my attention away from the book. With a sigh of relief, I picked up the device, thanking my lucky stars for the break. I looked at the screen, puzzled, when I saw that both Olivia and Jenna had messaged me.

I decided to read Olivia's message first.

Liv: heyyy (1:13 AM)

Damn, was it already one in the morning?

                                                        Yo: Hey Liv!

Liv: Are you done studying?

I furrowed my brows and nervously bit my lower lip.

                                           Yo: Not really.

                Yo: But if you need help, I'm here.

Liv: Great! Actually, you'd do me a huge favor if you could open the window.

I closed the chat and walked over to a corner of my room, spotting Olivia in front of my house, holding her phone. I opened the window and leaned out, smiling at the girl standing on the street.

—What are you doing here?— I whispered, not wanting to wake up the rest of my family.

Olivia looked up from her phone and smiled at me.

As a response, she moved closer to stand right beneath my window, gazing up at the tree near my house. With a swift but careful movement, she started climbing its branches, eventually reaching out to touch the edge of my window with her fingertips.

—Are you crazy or something?— I looked at my friend with concern.

—If you help me, you'd be doing me a favor,— she panted, not being able to hold on much longer.

I extended my hand and grabbed hers, helping her into my room. With a little jump, she made it all the way in, looking at me with a nervous smile.

—So, spill it,— I absentmindedly stared at the lamp light that was focused on the book on my desk. I sighed in frustration.

—In a few days, there's the end-of-semester dance... you know, the start of the Christmas break...— she put her hands in her pockets, blushing as she looked at me.

Oh... I knew where this was going.

—T/N... would you like to come to the dance with me?— she asked, sounding hopeful.

I opened my mouth in surprise and remained silent for a few seconds, wanting to think about her proposal. In reality... I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go, as I didn't want to be a third wheel between Enid and Ajax... but if I had to choose someone to go with... besides Jenna, of course... it would definitely be Olivia Rodrigo.

—Yes...— I whispered, and she leaned slightly forward, not having heard my response. I widened my eyes when I saw the living room light shining through my slightly open door. Quickly, I grabbed Olivia by the shoulders and motioned for her to move towards the window, needing to get out of here immediately. Olivia placed a foot on a tree branch before turning back in my direction.

—So? — my eyes darted towards the door as I used my hands to urge Olivia. I looked at her with wide eyes before nodding repeatedly. —Yes?— she asked, with a smile on her lips.

—Yes! Now go before you get caught— I muttered under my breath, looking at Olivia. She nodded and leaned towards my face, briefly connecting our lips for a split second. I looked at her in surprise but didn't say anything, watching closely as she jumped down from the tree, landing on her feet.

—Goodnight— she smiled at me, waving her hand, and ran down the sidewalk towards her house on the other side of the neighborhood.

With a yawn, I returned to my desk, picked up my phone, turned off the lamp, and collapsed onto my bed. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as I heard the sound of the toilet flushing.

Well, it was just a bathroom break.

I turned on my phone and went on WhatsApp, reading Jenna's message. I couldn't deny that I was quite nervous; I didn't expect her to message me after days... maybe a week or two without hearing from her.

Ortega: Are you awake?

                                                            Yo: Yes.

Jenna's smile appeared on my screen, and I responded to her call with confusion.

—Hello?— I asked, hearing a breath on the other end. Jenna remained silent for a few seconds before speaking.

—Is it true?— she asked, leaving me completely stunned. I got under the covers, trying to figure out what to say.

—What?— I inquired, not exactly sure what she was talking about. She sighed in frustration before gritting her teeth.

—There are rumors at school that you and Rodrigo are together... is it true?— she muttered, sounding both annoyed and curious.

—Excuse me?— I was rather incredulous, not being able to believe what I was hearing. Jenna Ortega had called me in the middle of the night to ask me something like this.

—Is it true or not? ANSWER— she raised her voice, noticeably angry. I could hear her heavy breathing, making me feel uncomfortable and slightly afraid.

—No... We're not together... we're just getting to know each other... that's it,— I confessed, nervously biting my lower lip. —But anyway, isn't it none of your business who I'm dating? After all, you were the one who wanted distance a few days ago,— I retorted, annoyed by her attitude.

Jenna sighed loudly and ended the call, leaving me feeling both triumphant and confused. Whatever had gotten into her, I didn't know, but in any case, she had no right to treat me like this, especially after she wanted to pull away.

I placed the phone on the bedside shelf and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep. The ghost of Olivia's kiss lingered on my lips, while Jenna's voice echoed in my head.

To say that I'm confused is an understatement.

[phlurrii]

Does Meau need any sort of outside help to give birth to a baby? Obviously not a mate, as you've said. But anything like TC's flower? Or does she literally just go "Yup let's do this" and poof! Pregnant!

Just a disclaimer, this is NOT cannon or how this happened!

Anywho! Onto the actual question, the answer is that second thing! Meau can just become pregnant at will. I’ve explained the exact details else where, but the basics is done similarly through Binary fission! In Meau’s case, they can use parts of their active DNA, aka what makes up them, and their dormant DNA, aka what they used to create other Pokémon to pop out a kit! Only issue is it’s very, very draining ;>

[freakartack]

This is probably completely insane, but what if the Space Hares are actually Orb polyps?

I LOVE THIS INSANITY. This is not my personal theory but i am obsessed with your vision. maybe orbulon dad reveal was real all along.

Here is my personal thoughts on those crazy hares. While orbulon to me is like a jellyfish/hydrozoan/cuttlefish/beluga whale freak, when i see space hares i think of one thing. Sea angels!

They are a cute little sea slug with what looks like cute little bunny ears. However they are not ears

Also they are carnivorous. Sea angels specifically eat...other sea slugs. Not their own species, but those that are really closely related to them (sea butterflies). Still, it is very darkly funny to imagine alien bunnies eating each other cinnamon toast crunch style, so I do. This is my evil secret. They DO also eat carotene logs though, but I'd like to think that is simply a little treat that is actually not all that good for them (but they taste so good).

One last thing about these guys that completely diverges from the slug thing is that I think they reproduce via binary fission for the sole reason of I think that's funny. They are all clones of each other

Now for ORBULON, his life is way more complicated. When he is "born" he is just a tiny spore thing (a planula, but cartoony). As soon as he hits a surface he immediately anchors into it and becomes an orbupolyp. (This is the stage he reverts back to in order to renew his life cycle.) Unlike the orbularva and orbu-adult forms, the polyp is sessile and will be stuck to whatever spot he is anchored to. He is also not really fully conscious in this state so he will not be able to talk to you. In his natural habitat he would simply catch whatever food is floating by with tentacles at the end of his stalk (which will become his limbs later), but on earth there is no food floating by so they just kind of have to shovel food in there. It's really weird but this is the price we must pay. For the purposes of this assignment, I am decreeing that orbulon can politely tuck his feeding tentacles into each other when he isn't actively eating. This doesn't make sense if you know jellyfish but there is a reason i'm doing this.

Now without further ado: the orbupolyp

[dan-asd]

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Sagan4 is an collaborative spec evo project, and i think the oldest project of its kind! Here is the draft for an species i am making for the project, the Buoy wavegrass!

Buoy Wavegrass Creator: Dan_ASD Ancestor: Drinking Cloudgrass Size: 4 meters wide bubble Habitat: Ladym tropical ocean, Mnid tropical ocean, Jujubee tropical ocean, Fly tropical coast, Hydro tropical coast, Jlindy tropical coast, Javen tropical coast, Ofan tropical coast Support: Cell Wall (Cellulose), Flotation Sac (Hydrogen) Diet: Photosynthesis, Oceanic Planktivore (<60 cm), Respiration: Passive (stomata) Thermoregulation: Ectotherm Reproduction: Sexual (Spores), Asexual (Macroscopic Binary Fission) The buoy wavegrass is an neotenic descendant of the drinking cloudgrass, and has adapted to an neustonic lifestyle. It's bubble has doubled in size, at 4 meters of diameter at peak adult size. The sponge tissue has evolved to fill all of the bubble interior again, as it no longer needs to float in the sky. The buoy wavegrass has evolved an new tissue type under its outer dermis, many filaments of cells with thick cell walls that form an structure similar to an cactus' skeleton. This Wavegrass Wood allows the bubble and its interior spongy tissue to maintain its shape even after being punctured. It provides protection to the buoy wavegrass' soft insides that would be easy food for most aquatic creatures. Their diet is varied, and they have adapted their tendrils into many different forms for all of their different food sources. -Fronds Their top-most tendrils are still used as leaves, adapted to the strong winds that the seas have, they have become highly frilled to avoid catching the wind and ripping off or tumbling the buoy wavegrass over. Cloudbubbles can only breathe air, so the Buoy Wavegrass have adapted their fronds to have an higher concentration of stomata, due to half of their bodies being submerged in water. -Underwater tendrils Their bottom tendrils that were used for drinking and filtering water have adapted into two morphologies- Flypaper tendrils and Fine tendrils. -Flypaper skirt The flypaper tendrils surround the fine tendrils, they are flat and broad, with many mucous glands. When an small creature touches these, the flypaper tendrils will quickly pull and curl around the creature. The tendril will ooze acidic mucus and digest the prey within a few days. -Fine tendrils The fine tendrils are adapted to absorbing water and filtering plankton, they come in hundreds and have a length of roughly 4-5 meters. As with with the flypaper tendrils, they have evolved the ability to quickly retract towards the body, but in this case they haven't evolved to predate, but to avoid predation. Animals often will try to nibble on the fine tendrils to get an quick meal, which may be beneficial to the buoy wavegrass if they bump into the flypaper tendrils. Buoy wavegrass individuals reproduce sexually by dumping hundreds of millions of spores into the water, which will develop as an sort of phytoplankton in the water, until they mature and float into the water surface. In these early stages, many will be predated on by other buoy wavegrasses and drinking cloudgrasses. They also are capable of binary fission and around their adult stage, will start producing an small colony of 6-12 members, which are attached like the parasitic floats. These colonies attract symbiotic animals that get protection from the tendrils and protect the buoy wavegrasses from parasites and predators.

[nyaagolor]

I just realized that Franziska probably has a mom. Like idk she just only ever talks about her father (or I guess more just the von Karma name) so my brain just went

“I guess she is the result of binary fission reproduction and is transgender”

Like it makes perfect sense of course. Like obviously she has a mom but I just never considered that as a possibility until now.

No hold on can we go back to the binary fission thing

[bacteriashowdown]

Chlorobiota

Group: Hydrobacteria; FCB Group

Gram-stain: Negative

Etymology: For Chlorobium limicola. From the Greek "chloros", meaning "yellowish green", and "bios", meaning "life", because the bacteria in this phylum are green.

About: Known as the "green sulfur bacteria", Chlorobiota are sulfur-oxidizing photoautolithotrophs that photosynthesize using green bacteriochlorophylls. They are obligate anaerobes, and thrive in anoxic environments with high concentrations of sulfide. This includes hot springs, as well as sediments, and some freshwater lakes and ponds. They use compounds such as sulfide, thiosulfate, and elemental sulfur as electron donors, and are carbon-fixing. In certain aquatic environments, they may be responsible for up to 83% of carbon fixation annually, making them a critical member of the ecosystem. Some Chlorobiota also fix nitrogen.

Thanks to their special light-harvesting antennae adaptations, Chlorobiota is a phylum of extremely optimized phototrophs. They can grow in very diminished light conditions where no other photosynthetic bacteria can survive. A single Chlorobiota cell may contain over 50 million molecules of bacteriochlorophyll, spread among their various antennae, in structures called "chlorosomes". The cell shape is therefore also optimized for photosynthesis, since Chlorobiota are able to stick out antennae like tiny roots or branches, maximizing exposure to light.

Some Chlorobiota are unique for their ability to reproduce via ternary fission. This is in contrast to binary fission, the method used by most bacteria: instead of dividing in half, in ternary fission the nucleus splits into three. The cytoplasm then separates to create three daughter cells.

Chlorobiota are non-motile (i.e. incapable of movement), except for the species Chloroherpeton thalassium, who move by flexing and gliding. Despite many similarities in biochemistry and function, Chlorobiota are not closely related to the other major phyla of photosynthetic bacteria, such as Chloroflexota and Cyanobacteriota.

[dougdimmadodo]

Euglena (Euglena spp.)

Family: Euglenoid Family (Euglenaceae)

IUCN Conservation Status: Unassessed

The members of the genus Euglena are microscopic, single-celled eukaryotes that can be found in large numbers in both marine and freshwater habitats worldwide. Exactly what they are, taxonomically speaking, has been the subject of extensive debate: like plants, their bodies contain chloroplasts filled with large amounts of the green pigment chlorophyll which allows them to absorb sunlight and carry out photosynthesis to sustain themselves, but like animals, they are capable of “eating” (when faced with low light levels that impair their ability to carry out photosynthesis they can secrete enzymes that break down dead organic matter in the water around them, allowing them to absorb nutrients from this matter through their cell membranes), moving (with a pair of tiny tail-like structures, known as flagella, allowing them to swim towards food and away from predators such as larger single-celled organisms and tiny animals such as rotifers and fish larvae) and rudimentary “seeing” (with a single redish-orange “eye spot” filtering sunlight onto a light-sensitive structure at the base of the flagella and thereby forming something comparable to a very basic eye, allowing Euglena species to distinguish between light and dark and move towards sunlight.) As such, most authorities now classify Euglena and its relatives as protists, a sort of “miscellaneous” category that includes all eukaryotic organisms that are not animals, plants or fungi. When faced with dry conditions or a lack of sunlight and food, Euglena species can encase themselves in a protective membrane and enter a dormant state until they encounter preferable conditions, and when conditions are ideal they reproduce through binary fission, a form of asexual reproduction in which a single-celled organism essentially makes a copy of its genetic material, separates these two copies at opposite ends of its body and then splits into two distinct but genetically identical individuals. When sunlight is intense and water is abundant, these organisms may reproduce so frequently that the water they live in begins to appear green (or, in the case of the species Euglena sanguinea which uniquely possesses a protective casing of the reddish substance astaxanthin around its chloroplasts to protect them from damage from intense UV radiation, red.)

(Note - on the individual pictured above, the orange mark near the top of the image is the eye spot. The flagella are tiny and transparent so are very hard to see through most microscopes, but they’re there - I promise!)

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Not an animal per say, but a poster I was given for Christmas had these little goopy guys on it and I wanted to learn more about them. I think they’re cool, and while they’re not easily visible protists are still wildlife!

Image Source: https://www.inaturalist.org/taxa/203631-Euglena

[hydrxnessa]

Do you have any headcanons for Screech?

(Btw I love your doors art!)

screech, screech, screech,,, the poor lil guy who everyone seems to dislike :}

let's see here,,,

i'll say it again, screech's goo rarely makes a mess (despite it looking like it constantly melts). it's a very viscous liquid. if screech basically melted onto a surface, as soon as it leaves contact with said surface, all the goo that would've stuck to the surface would immediately disappear or go back to screech

why did i say this? it lets screech simply vibe on any entity it wants to rest on without causing irritation (hopefully). as long as it doesn't start screechin and cryin all over the place, is all good.

while all entities are ageless (and genderless), screech likes to consider themselves as a child. mostly because it doesn't think it acts like an adult. also likes being pampered <3

there might be multiple instances of screech around the hotel. binary fission maybe? but they all seem to have the same memories,,,

blunt asf teeth. literally no one cares if screech bites them unless it bites HARD

like seek, screech can form whatever comes to mind with its goo. only limitation really is that the goo is on itself.

screech you don't have a stomach stop saying you're hungry every 5 seconds

cuddle them like a plushie and you'll get a purring ball of goo. also screech is surprisingly heavy for its small size

screech likes to be in the most random places; places it shouldn't be in. on the ceiling? in the drawers? behind the bookcases? wtf screech how are you outside with sally--

can't think of anymore but that's what i got ^^

[theperfectquestion]

It's a shame that Catholicism is so dead set against reincarnation because they could have some real fun with it.

For starters, you could do more with the saints. Like, a priest could declare that a lay Catholic with a particular ailment or bad situation is a reincarnation of a saint who experienced something more or less similar to them. Say they have shooting pains after a knee surgery - well, sounds like you might have been Saint Sebastian, who got shot with a lot of arrows once but he got over it. And yes, I know lots of people have neuropathic pain like this but there's nothing in the role book that says that they couldn't all have been Saint Sebastian in a former incarnation. Saint souls are very powerful and can split or reproduce by binary fission, use your imagination. In fact, go and seek out those other people whose priests have identified as Saint Sebastians, that sounds like a ready-made support group, you're welcome.

But that's not even the best part - you can go all out with this and say that the reason that Jesus is so important is because EVERYONE ALIVE TODAY is a reincarnation of his soul - the biggest, juiciest, most divisible soul of all. So all that Catholic stuff about suffering and sacrifice and whatnot is a logical consequence of being a reincarnation of Jesus Christ himself. Feeling hard done by? That's you getting ghost memories of being on the cross, whipped by centurions, etc. We've all been there, because we've all had our go on the Jesus ride. If you're not a Catholic for some reason that's probably because you're still in the queue to be Jesus. Once you've been Jesus once or twice then you'll get it 👍

Listen, if any bishops or cardinals or other criminals are reading this, I'm pretty cheap to hire. I've got a lot of ideas like this ready to go. DMs are open.

[blightsending]

It has been brought to the attention of the Blights Ending Moderation Team that a couple of anonymous messages have been shared with the claim that we have a ‘man hating’ plot and system. We can only assume this is a reference to our matriarchal clan, GladeClan, and would like to take a moment and address those concerns.

First I would like to reassure that GladeClan, both culturally and on an individual character level, does not “hate men.” The toms in the clan are highly valued and beloved the same as their molly clanmates. There are numerous, important roles which they can still occupy - such as herbalists, advisors, monarchs, and runners. 

Approximately 30% of GladeClan are toms, about 27% are some flavor of Non-binary, and less than half are mollies at around 43%. It would not make sense to have a clan that hates or undervalues ⅓ of their population. In battle toms will be defended just as fiercely as their molly clanmates, and in tragedy they will be mourned just as deeply.

In order to help understand GladeClan’s matriarchal society I think it would be beneficial to discuss the several, key influences which it is a culmination of.

I work at a veterinary clinic and am studying feline behavior - not only on my personal time, but attending courses - with the goal of becoming a behaviorist. I’m fascinated by the feline world and love to utilize my knowledge and experience in the worldbuilding process when possible.

In the real world, away from the anthropomorphized world of Warriors, feral colonies - without human intervention, such as TNR - will naturally form around nursing queens and their kittens. It is a sort of communal child-rearing situation.  Females from previous litters may stick around to help raise future litters, while toms will typically leave when they approach sexual maturity in order to establish a territory of their own and reproduce. 

Domestic cats are uniquely social, their structure and means of communication deviate from the way lions - the only other truly social feline - operate. As fascinating as this is, it’s often ignored in the development of Warriors and other xenofic societies because it can be difficult to navigate in a way that is both believable and palatable. What the goal should be, when tackling this obstacle, is to maintain the suspension of disbelief without crossing into problem territory.

You can read more about the fascinating domestication and social behavior of cats here: [link] To learn more about what I discussed, scroll down to Part Four: Literally Tiny Lions.

Another great love of mine is hyenas, in particular the spotted hyena. These are extremely intelligent animals, at times described as comparable to - or even surpassing - certain subgroups of primates. Despite this, hyenas remain widely misunderstood. They are very efficient hunters, despite their reputation as scavengers - not that they’ll pass up a good meal if they find one - and operate on a matriarchy far more stringent than GladeClan’s. They also employ a fission-fusion society, which was a major inspiration for GladeClan’s multiple camps.

In spotted hyena clans the lowest ranking female is still above the highest ranking male, and the offspring of the matriarch will be of higher rank than the offspring of another hyena. This was an inspiration for GladeClan’s tradition of nepotism, but we did not translate the strict dichotomy of males and females into the world of Blights Ending. A male warrior and a female warrior, for example, are of equal value and all kits are celebrated and treated equally.

Although it was my fascination with the natural world that laid the basic foundation, or the framework, for GladeClan it was Mod Cedar’s heritage and experience which introduced the needed human element into GladeClan and fleshed it out, building it into the amazing and nuanced society we see in our roleplay today. 

So I’m going to let Mod Cedar take it from here.

Mod Rufus

I am Indigenous and would like to weigh in on the concerns regarding our roleplay, in particular the matriarchal group GladeClan, through the lens of my culture. I hope that by doing so, everyone reading can understand our intentions a little more and why we've made the decision to write GladeClan the way we have.

There are some things about my tribe’s culture I am not permitted to share with outsiders, but I don’t believe anything that's applicable to anything I'm discussing here. If you’re from another tribe and reading this but have a different experience, that is okay. I know that Native tribes are not the same and we’re all different. GladeClan was mostly based around hyena & feral cat dynamics, but I touched up on it and created or contributed to various lore pieces that are loosely inspired by my culture.

Firstly, I want to put a stop to the idea that matriarchal societies are inherently cruel or unfair to men. In my tribe women are considered extremely close to the land, being creators and the mothers of all humans. As such, mostly women own land. This isn’t to punish men - who are still extremely important and have their own traditional roles in our tribe, but women are the ones who are trusted with tending to the land the most. Women have special ceremonies and dances that only they are allowed to do, and women get to decide who the next chief of the tribe will be. Men are not allowed to marry women without proving they’re capable of taking good care of them.

Men are brothers, fathers, role models, protectors, sacred members of our tribe. But they aren’t given full power. That was my inspiration for GladeClan.

In my tribes eyes, our creator gave women and men different gifts (as in roles, abilities, dances, etc), and it is seen to be disrespectful towards the other if you take from them, because you are taking that group’s gift. Of course, if you're two-spirit this is another story.

Although this may remind you of gender roles typical in American, European, and other colonized societies but we have always recognized the varying expressions of gender and welcomed those who are two-spirit to participate in special roles as well as the roles of the "opposite" group. I've always loved how my culture celebrates all genders and their own unique ways and presentations. Essentially, "Western" understandings of gender and transness can't be accurately applied to my tribes experience and beliefs. I wanted to clarify and express that here.

I wanted GladeClan to be based around mothers. In my culture mothers are incredibly sacred, and I wanted to play with the idea of celebrating mothers and motherly roles in the clan’s society.

The combination of my tribe’s culture, hyena and feral cat behavior, and motherhood seemed to mix well together to create GladeClan. I wanted a nice balance, and I want to believe that we achieved that.

The Mother is an important part of the lore of Blight's Ending. She is the ultimate creator, which is another similarity to my tribe's culture (one I really like!) and an inspiration for how I envisioned GladeClan. If The Mother is such an important figure in the clans' lives, I figured that a matriarchal clan would make sense - a clan that celebrates mothers.

If you check our wedding lore, you'll see how that inspiration for motherhood and its importance was incorporated into the lore.

If you'd like to read more about feminism from an indigenous perspective this article is a good place to start: [link].

Mod Cedar

Addendum: An additional concern has been raised during the time we took in writing this post, instead of addressing it in a separate post we’re going to discuss it here given that it is an extension of the subjects which we’ve addressed above.

When it comes to the matriarchy of GladeClan it is very oriented around the “sense of self,” while toms are not permitted to be leaders, deputies, or healers there is no set definition of “tom.” I am a trans masculine butch lesbian who uses he/they pronouns - as a side note, the lesbian in me is rather tired of the ‘man hating’ accusations - and if I felt I met the cultural understanding of the requirements for leadership then I would be permitted in the role. If another trans masculine he/him butch lesbian felt they didn’t fit the role, then they would not.

Early in the roleplay we were presented with the question of what would happen if a molly became leader, or another high rank, and later realized they were a trans tom. Would they be forcibly removed? In truth, the most realistic course of action in this event would be that the character would voluntarily resign as he no longer meets the requirements of the position. This is a culture he was born and raised in, there would be no reason for him to dig his heels in for the sake of maintaining power.

GladeClan has existed for a long time in Blights Ending canon, established well before the memory of any living cat or their immediate kin, as such their beliefs and traditions are fairly cemented. We do not allow character arcs or sub-plots where characters question or revolt against the matriarchy because it simply does not make sense for that society, anymore than it would for a RiverClan cat to suggest they move away from a fish-based diet because the other clans don’t rely on fish.

We do not have cats who question BarrenClan’s rough-and-tumble lifestyle in favor of pacifism - despite being a far more recent clan, nor do we have characters who question why CopseClan will only say StarClan when performing a ceremony. BarrenClan’s punk influence and CopseClan’s Jewish influence isn’t questioned in the same way GladeClan is, and we honestly find the amount of controversy surrounding it to be concerning. We do not think that people who criticize, or are uncomfortable, with GladeClan are misogynistic or anti-indigenous but we do implore them to re-examine where these thoughts and feelings stem from.

Mod Rufus

[erospourfemme]

i really need to stop hating men sometimes soon bc i genuinely want to get married and live a heteronormative lifestyle like thats such a dream for me tbh. like if i could clone myself and have my clone change sexes i'd genuinely be the happiest person alive. i wish i could reproduce by binary fission. finding a man i like all too difficult i really have not met a single man i dont find utterly disgusting in the past four years

[phlurrii]

This is kinda a shot in the dark, but I wonder if Missingno. being a placeholder Pokémon (the glitch one from the games, I mean) has something to do with why they look so much like Meau.

Meau seems to be one of a kind and presumably the only ancient mew created, and in the animatic the way that Missingno. appears almost as if they are nontangible. Maybe, somehow, Missingno. came to be as a sort of placeholder in the universe while Meau created new Pokémon, the incarnation of potential and what could be but isn’t yet and which maybe might ever be- a shadow of a possibility. And since Meau made Pokémon by using its own DNA, it would also explain why the shadow remnant the creation process left behind would form as almost a mirror image of Meau. Instead of a glitch In a game, Missingno. would be sort of a glitch in the creation process itself

Or maybe it’s not that and Missingno. was the remnant of something that Meau or Arceus ‘scrapped’, just like a game would do. But they didn’t expect anything would be left behind afterward

Also cause I’m curious, (sorry if this has been asked before) is Meau pronounced ‘me-yo’ as a reference to meiosis?? Since Meau has created almost every Pokémon it would make sense so I was wondering

I hope this long text block is ok… apologies for it!! I’m a big fan of your art and I’m super excited to see what happens next!!

Let me just say, I LOVED reading this. I’m amazed missingno has caused so much fascination and I’m very excited to slowly reveal some things about them… slowly. But getting into the meat and potatoes of this, I will say your first guess has a couple of things that are in the right ball park ;3

There’s a very specific reason missingno looks like an ancient mew, but is still noticeably different from Meau if you pay close attention. The most I can say, is there are only 1.5 Ancient Mews in existence. That is the only hint I can give for now towards their origin and relationship to Meau.

As for Meau and Meiosis? Definitely a coincidence, but a neat one nonetheless. Meau, in this case, wouldn’t need to halve their own chromosomes for reproduction. They just selectively choose what genomes they want for the Pokémon, use Mitosis in the sense they clone that part of them into an egg, and bing-bada-boom, new egg, no pesky birth or partner needed! That also goes for Mew, except they actually carried mew to term and had them like they would a normal kit; but even then, they wouldn’t need to use Meiosis since there’s no other secondary source to add to it. I think the technical term and closest to how Meau does it is Binary Fission.

I apologize for the science lesson, cells are neat.

[xxlovelynovaxx]

Gonna be honest: before I am any other gender, I am fae.

Like, the reason I am transneufemmasc is because I'm fae, because of how the dynamics of androgeny and pure malleability of both gender and sex play out in a magical and nonhuman body and society.

The reason my gender is as unpredictable as the weather and as expansive as the stars is because I am a force of stars and storms, a thing of nature coalesced into its most powerful form, a diamond all made out of lightning and the nuclear fission at the hearts of stars.

It sometimes feels like I'm putting on some play just to call myself all these things, when its just the friction between limited concepts of gender from the nonqueer human societal norms, and me having neither been the gender nor species they expected me to me. I'm transmasc and transfem and transneutral because no one can see that I am both all and none of those things naturally, as shifting and capricious and ephemeral as a summer thunderhead.

I'm all of those things and cistrans and other things besides because my malleability has been locked away from me, so I'm pulling myself in every direction as well as human medicine has the resources to allow me to do. It is quite ingenious - I find myself admiring the human spirit which seems to boil down to looking everything from biology to physics in the eye and holding up two middle fingers to it, subjugating it to bend to their will.

Humans and fae are not so different in that way - we both bend the great powers of the universe to our will - but where we were born with magic coursing through our veins and life and death mere playthings at our fingertips, knowing the dance and give and take of making a storm heed our call, humans had to battle for the same uphill in a torrential storm. That they have done so with great temerity is, I think, indicative of the thing so unique to humanity - the relentless, seemingly pointless perseverance and collaboration across generations with singleminded yet manyminded determination to reach a goal.

Anyway, anything we are - binary or not or entirely unrelated - it's really all just being fae. Being fae in a human world, being many other things in a fae system - pangenderfluid, pankin, experiencing time nonlinearly - essentially being pan-identity in every way that is possible - all connect to that in some way.

[mo-ondial]

the star / the black hole

the star is a bioluminescent nocturnal pollinator. they grow brighter as they age in their butterfly form due to the microbe causing their bioluninescence growing in number in response to being fed by nectar. brighter dragons are more likely to attract a mate, as it indicates they are experiencing greater abundance, however dragons that grow brighter quicker on less nectar indicate that they are allocating more of it to their wings, where the microbe becomes pathogenic in high enough concentration and kills the dragon at the end of its life cycle.

the black hole has an asexual sporing stage that reproduces via binary fission inside of certain plants. any of these spores are able to be picked up by a star egg where the black hole becomes a parasite maturing inside the star until after its life cycle it encapsulates its hosts body to use the skeleton of its wings to fly as far as it can and spread spores to new plants.

stars favor laying their eggs in black hole infested plants because they cannot pass the glowing microbes to their offspring, instead needing to be colonized upon hatching. the black hole cultures this microbe such that it is abundant in infected plants, and it doesnt parasitize every egg, but every egg is colonized.