L’Enfants Bizarre
Three preserved human fetuses, presented in an antique display cabinet. The first is an altogether healthy fetus, the second suffers Polymelia, six arms, and the final, suffers a rare infection of the Shope papilloma virus, which causes a series of horn like growths in the forehead. These three are part of a large collection of human specimens, afflicted with various genetic diseases.
this is why the pro life movement is bullshit, no one should have a bloodborne npc living in their abdomen if they don’t want it there
The third one even has something approaching a snout. That’s astonishingly inhuman-looking.
I’m not 100% certain these are real, though, I couldn’t find any photos anywhere but on Pinterest.
Luna, the leucistic (not albino) male screech owl
Leucism is a condition in which there is partial loss of pigmentation in an animal resulting in white, pale, or patchy coloration of the skin, hair, feathers, scales or cuticle, but not the eyes. Unlike albinism, it is caused by a reduction in multiple types of pigment, not just melanin.
@elodieunderglass a pretty boy.
LUNA MOTH
Fact: Unlike the gay agenda™, the bisexual agenda contains a 15 minute break for snacks between sessions.
Fact: The asexual agenda is entirely made of snacks, with a 15 minute break for all out anarchy
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A Girl With A Face
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Bug of the Day
Adorable little anchor stink bug nymph (Stiretrus anchorago), possibly out on the prowl as this is a predatory species.
continuation from this >x<
A shivering cable slithered out to sweep most of the scattered equipment back into the cupboard, then closed the door halfway. In the back of his mind, Yaatree knew it was pointless to hide, but hunkered down between the bottles with Frenzy anyway. Could a driller look sheepish, or guilty? This one certainly seemed to.
Rumble frowned briefly, but turned towards the door and projected an air of cheery innocence. Anyone who knew Rumble for longer than ten clicks knew better than to believe it, of course.
“Soundwave, while you are always welcome to visit, I must inquire as to why the sudden inspection of my laboratories.” The steady click of Soundwave’s footfalls did not hesitate, but Shockwave’s heavy footfalls stuttered as though he had missed a step.
Spinflask somehow managed to continue looking nervous even with his EM field entirely contained and no visible face, and he kept his alt’s simplistic optical sensors on Soundwave. Shockwave seemed- not angry, clearly, more like- what, flustered? Oh, there had been something about- yes, right, trying to get Soundwave’s attention, but-
Soundwave did not seem to want the attention. Soundwave seemed angry. At what? Did he- did he object to the courtship? Maybe, but- there was something else, there- there was-
The restraints. Soundwave had been a Pit fighter, and not by choice, everyone knew as much. Which would… potentially make any sort of forced employment rather… distasteful, yes?
Rumbly froze with a comical expression his face, half crawled onto the table. Shockwave visibly deflated, armor and fins slick back in apprehension.
Inside the cupboard, Yaatree and Frenzy shared a horrified look and clung together.
Spinflask felt the dread in the room and cringed, armor clamping down as far as it would go, but didn’t dare to move. Even when Soundwave touched him. Silently praying to nothing in particular that he hadn’t messed up, Spinflask lowered his shaking winglets in a submissive gesture, hoping those claws weren’t about to curl around to his throat.
They didn’t.
In fact- oh!
Spinflask made an undignified squeaking noise as he was picked up, fear giving way to surprise and confusion, and watched wide-opticed as he got a close-up look at- oh my. At Shockwave being scared speechless. It… would seem he’d picked the right protector, then. Who was now carrying him.
Both servos fluttered awkwardly for a few seconds, then Spinflask carefully settled his servos on Soundwave’s arm, more than willing to just be carried. He flinched at the sound of vials breaking, but- no, no, that was probably for the best, who knew what Shockwave had intended to do with those? And the thud was rather satisfying.
Approximately one molecule of sass stirred to life at the sound of Shockwave being introduced to gravity, and Spinflask dared to glance up at Soundwave’s hidden face, speaking so quietly that it probably wouldn’t have been heard by anyone else. “…well. Even I know this isn’t the- the expression one hopes for when- when courting. Thank you, sir, I-”
How did one express their gratitude in this situation? And- the driller, he’d seemed- oh, but that was definitely the sound of laughter, apparently that situation was… controlled? And as for gratitude, Spinflask unfurled a field shaky with gratitude/relief/awe, then immediately furled it out of existence in case it wasn’t wanted. Not an uncommon trait among tool-mechs of any sort, people didn’t generally want their centrifuge to have an EM field.
continuation from this >x<
A shivering cable slithered out to sweep most of the scattered equipment back into the cupboard, then closed the door halfway. In the back of his mind, Yaatree knew it was pointless to hide, but hunkered down between the bottles with Frenzy anyway. Could a driller look sheepish, or guilty? This one certainly seemed to.
Rumble frowned briefly, but turned towards the door and projected an air of cheery innocence. Anyone who knew Rumble for longer than ten clicks knew better than to believe it, of course.
“Soundwave, while you are always welcome to visit, I must inquire as to why the sudden inspection of my laboratories.” The steady click of Soundwave’s footfalls did not hesitate, but Shockwave’s heavy footfalls stuttered as though he had missed a step.
Spinflask somehow managed to continue looking nervous even with his EM field entirely contained and no visible face, and he kept his alt’s simplistic optical sensors on Soundwave. Shockwave seemed- not angry, clearly, more like- what, flustered? Oh, there had been something about- yes, right, trying to get Soundwave’s attention, but-
Soundwave did not seem to want the attention. Soundwave seemed angry. At what? Did he- did he object to the courtship? Maybe, but- there was something else, there- there was-
The restraints. Soundwave had been a Pit fighter, and not by choice, everyone knew as much. Which would… potentially make any sort of forced employment rather… distasteful, yes?
Spinflask’s alt rack rattled a hiccuping noise as he gathered up all his courage, and he slowly transformed back into his root mode, sitting in that nervous hunch but trying to keep his spine at least moderately straight. He was afraid, clearly, but he made an attempt to meet Soundwave’s optics, despite the trembling of his servos and the clack-rattling noise his rack was still making tucked away in his chassis. Now- how to address this mech? How did one address Soundwave?
“I- ah- hello, Sir. Soundwave. Lord. Your- your preferred honorific.”
There, that covered everything, albeit not gracefully.
“I do not- I-I will be honest, I am afraid to- to remain here. For fear of- mostly of vivisection. If- if you would take me with you rather than- than leaving me here, I can- can absolutely find a way to- to be useful to you. My alt is a-a high-capacity, high-strength centrifuge, I am skilled in most- most aspects of the laboratory chemical sciences, and I learn quick-quickly. If you” another awkward hiccuping noise, and his winglets clacked loudly as the not-currently-assembled lid of his alt tried to clamp down, “-would only- only take me with you, I can promise that I-I will be useful. Please?”
Visibly shivering, he planted his servos on the tabletop and slid forward, turning his protective gesture into an awkward, froglike bow-crouch. “Please. I-I am at- at your mercy, and I would- would rather be at your mercy than- than that of a mech who has none.”
“have you not figured out that youve already been captured”
“uuuuuUUUUUUUWAAAHHHH”
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