#Genetic Hybridization

[strangebiology]

Most American bison in the world are privately owned, and therefore the ranchers can breed them with cattle if they want. In fact, you can increase your odds of getting a white beefalo, or creatures of any other color, if you mix them with the appropriate domestic cattle.

However, conservation herds such as the ones in Yellowstone and here in Evanston, Wyoming, are meant to preserve some of the bison purity, so they're not going to actively hybridize them. You can often see the Bear River animals from the highway, although from that distance they kind of just look like little lumps.

The managers at Bear River State Park "try to maintain our herd at 7 to 10 adult animals" and this article from the spring of 2023 says there were 15 total at the time of writing. Three of them, including a calf, are white! You can see the calf in the last image and compare his size now, still not fully grown. They are not albino, but the color actually does come from genes from Charolais cattle, which are white, in their ancestry.

#White Buffalo #Buffalo #Beefalo #Hybrids #Bison #American Buffalo #Genetics

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I think people should play around with hybridisation more than just a 50/50 split

Like how much are they another tribe? How does the amount effect them? Do certain abilities mix or cancel each other out? Like a Rain/Sea who just has some uncommon scale colors or a Ice/Sand who's stark white/gray and with colder venon but can't breath fire or frostbreath

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#wings of fire confessions #wof #wof confessions #wings of fire #hybrids #hybrid #genetics

[discordiansamba]

just making dinner like I do every night when the thought of 'vld zombie apocalypse AU' hit me like a truck and I cannot stop thinking about it.

The Kerberos crew loses contact with ground control shortly after touching down on Kerberos- or contact with anyone, for that matter. Sam checks out all of their communications equipment, but it's working fine. That's... concerning. They collect their samples. Wait for a signal from home.

It never comes.

They return home anyways. They don't have the supplies to stay out here longer than scheduled. All the way home, they keep trying to make contact, hoping to reach someone, anyone. It's not until they're days away from Earth that a familiar voice breaks over their coms- it's Adam.

He cryptically tells them that Earth is facing an emergency situation now, but that they'll get them on the ground. Just give them an ETA. Shiro gives him his best estimate, and he swears he hears Adam mutter something about 'not enough time' under his breath, but they still make arrangements to land the shuttle according to what they practiced.

Right away, they know something is wrong. Adam's manning the control room at the Garrison, along with some people that Shiro's never even seen before. No one is in uniform.

And there are people on the ground.

Adam just gives them a grim look. Those aren't people anymore. Land.

And whatever they do, do not leave the shuttle until they're given the greenlight.

They follow instructions. Adam and a small crew are there, ready to hurriedly escort them into an AW-Cruiser. That's when they get their first real look at the shambling hordes on the grounds of the Garrison- ones that are slowly moving towards them- at least, they are, until a familiar red and white hoverbike draws their attention away from them all.

Shiro would know that hoverbike anywhere.

But they don't get a chance to question any of it. They're hurried into the AW Cruiser and off before they can fully process what's going on. Matt's the one who breaks the question, and Adam grimly confirms it.

The Earth has been overrun by zombies.

The Garrison fell in the first few weeks. Since then, the survivors have been living in the tunnels leftover from WW3. But they kept an ear to the sky, waiting for the inevitable return of the Kerberos mission, knowing they'd need the assistance from the control tower to land- and then an immediate extraction to safety.

Matt and Sam ask about Pidge and Colleen. Adam tells them they're safe.

Shiro asks about Keith. Adam gives him a long look, before he switches on the radio, passing it to Shiro. Keith's voice comes over it, and Shiro exhales in relief. They exchange a few words, before they have to cut the conversation short since they'll be heading underground.

It's only once they get to safety that they find out Keith won't be joining them there. That he's not allowed in without special clearance.

That Keith's alive, but he's not safe.

He's infected.

He's just the only one that kept their mind.

#in reality it's just Keith's Galra genes starting to express themselves as a result but they don't know that #keith is actually immune to the virus. thanks hybrid genetics. #I have a soft spot for zombie aus like this #zombie apocalypse au

[aut2imagineart]

I had to put in a lot of time and work for this piece but I was set on this concept.  Just like how I created various posthuman species for my Centauri universe, I wanted to create a bunch of variants of for another major group in said universe, the Uplifted (hybrid animals with human level sapience).  If humans need to modify/evolve to survive in different planets, it would make sense that the uplifted would need to do so as well in some cases.  What I have are the cases where I imagine the most notable changes would occur.

The top row are the uplifted modified for high gravity environments.  The Avian Parogions would have stronger bone structures and walk on their wings for additional support but wouldn't be too impacted by high gravity due to their lighter mass.  Ironically, the higher air pressure on high gravity worlds would make flight easier for them.  The mammoth-like Behemoths would have a more challenging time in high gravity.  They counteract this by using their tusks and trunks as additional support that functions like a sled while their more flexible feet shuffles across the ground eliminating the need to lift their legs.  The Dolphopods normally wouldn't be effected by gravity as they are normally in water and use technology to move on land.  For high gravity worlds, locomotive technology is more problematic so the Dolphopods would be modified to have more flattened bodies that move across land similar to slugs and mudskippers.  The Great Apes would be quadrapedic like Hi-G humans would which makes them resemble their less sapient ancestors.

The second row are low gravity inhabitants (with the exception of the Dolphopod).  Low gravity Behemoths have a lighter build that makes them more resemble camels and large antelopes.  Though adapted for lower gravity, they can tolerate earth gravity due to retaining sufficient bone and muscle density.  Low gravity Parogions are largely similar to their base counterparts save for longer legs and proportionately larger wings to fly in thinner air pressure.  Great apes in low gravity, like the Behemoths, possess a lighter build making them resemble gibbons from Earth with similar acrobatic agility.  The Dolphopod depicted in the second row isn't modified for low gravity as there wouldn't be a need for it.  Instead it's designed for fully terrestrial environments such as desert worlds, becoming a tripod with it's modified flippers and tail.

The third row are aquatic variants of which the dolphopods are excluded as they're naturally marine.  All of them possess both gills and lungs as well as retain the ability to move on land for adaptive flexibility.  The aquatic behemoth's physiology resemble an extinct order of marine mammals called the Desmostylia, while the aquatic Parogions resemble penguins and the aquatic Great Apes are more frog-like.

The last row are the super soldier variants of the uplifted, part of a group I call the Irradiated.  Each member of the Irradiated is genetically and cybernetically modified to be at their peak physiology and able to withstand extreme environments including hi-radiation (hence the name).  I have each of them partially armored to showcase some of their distinct physical features and are to scale with all the other uplifted (the irradiated Behemoth stands at 5.2m or 17.1ft at the shoulder).

Some of these designs may evolve over time and I might include more if I can think of any unique designs with a good reason for them.

As always, comments and critiques are welcome.

#my art #digital art #digital color #digital illustration #creature design #character design #speculative biology #speculative evolution #science fiction #scifi #hybrids #animals #genetic modification #ape #elephant #bird #dolphin #mammals #avian #cephalopod #aquatic #high gravity #low gravity #radiation #super soldier #uplifted #concept art #conceptual #concept #concept design

[feroluce]

Inmate: So I know now that you're fully Mélusine, even though you look like that. But are there any half-human, half-Mélusines, then?

Sigewinne: No...not yet, anyway! But I'm working on it! ☆

Inmate: Ah, I see.

Inmate: Wait, what?

(And somewhere in the depths of Meropide, Wriothesley gets a sudden chill down his spine sksjkdkd)

#wriowinne #sigewrio #genshin wriothesley #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin impact sigewinne #this is for the bit but I refuse to believe there's never been any Mélusine-human hybrids- #ok no actually wait nevermind #I've just decided humans and Mélusines can be genetically incompatible #so there really have been no children even though humans and Mélusines have been living together for centuries now #but Sigewinne is unique even as far as Mélusines are concerned so she can be different #her and Rosie can be the first uwu #(Neuvilette cries. Papa Elynas shows up in Rosie's dream to tell him good work and give him a thumbs up JSKZJNSKDJDJDN) #genshin impact #wriothesley #sigewinne

[rachaelmayo]

What do you get when you cross a cockatoo and an octopus? ...A call from the ethics board and revocation of your grant, most likely... 😜

This is The Nefarious Octoparrot, another personal favorite, from 2008.

Mom fostered an umbrella cockatoo for a year or so. That bird was, in fact, a cat with feathers. A smart one. She got into everything, and was naturally a cat-3 hurricane wherever she went. Great bird. I imagined how much fun she would be if she had octopus arms to help her get into stuff... And here's where I landed. This obviously isn't an umbrella cockatoo; it's a fantasy birb with parrot and cockatoo overtones. The octopus details are also entirely fantastic rather than modeled on any extant species. (Though there might have been nudibranch inspiration for the colors and patterns.)

Prismacolor pencil over watercolor.

#parrot #octopus #ethically questionable animals #cockatoo #octoparrot #tentacles #suckers #hybrid #chimera #genetic engineering #fantasy bird #good birbs #traditional art #fantasy art #traditional media #prismacolor #mixed media #artists on tumblr

[prince-liest]

Still in the bag!

Meet Fairy!! Um... again. quq

I go to my LFS on Fridays so that I can see their shipments before the weekend crowd gets in, and the downside of this is that all the fish are on the pale side from stress because of their recent travel and unpacking. However, when I found her in the tank, she had a very clear horizontal brown stripe, which makes me certain that this honey gourami is female! She lost it in the bag here (again, due to the stress of traveling in my car), but she colored up in the tank within minutes.

feat. Jin Ling lurking in the back like a serial killer

All of the neon tetras were very interested in greeting her. Please just imagine that seagull scene from Finding Nemo where they're all going, "Mine?!" except it's my obese tetras chanting, "Food?!"

No. Fish are friends, not food. How are you this fat, I barely feed you any more!! I'm convinced they've figured out how to bite off the bottom feeder pellets I give the loaches once they soften up a bit.

I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU

Here she is trying to give Jin Ling a handshake with her feeler fins. He's not very receptive to friendship right now because he's got his breeding stripes on and is building a comically oversized bubble nest in that corner of the tank, but I'm hoping they get along once he calms down and feels less territorial. She definitely isn't as skittish as he is, and he stops chasing her once she leaves his bubble nest corner alone.

If I looked like that I'd admire my own reflection, too.

Overall, she is a very pretty and sweet fish! Even if it is difficult to take non-blurry photos of her due to how quick she is. I have high hopes that she will adapt well to the tank. Everyone in it is healthy, so if she survives the overall stress of transport and makes it the next few days, things should hopefully turn out great!

#aquariums #fishblr #fish #planted tank #honey gourami #personal #take 2! #if you haven't seen my previous fish post: unfortunately the original Fairy turned out to be a thicklip gourami hybrid not a honey gourami #and she passed away after a few days despite the promising start and the good health of the rest of the tank #I have higher hopes for this Fairy because the thicklip hybrids have similar genetic issues to dwarf gouramis #and honeys are generally more hardy #fingers crossed!!! #long post #text post

[ghostowlattic]

Orachnids

from Grotesque Mockery 

#orchid #insect #arthropod #arachnid #legs #legs for days #biology #crossbreed #hybrid #botany #astrobiology #gen #flowering insects #orchid insects #gardening #garden #sci fi #genetics #making life #new life #spring #springtime #life #taratulanid #something #? #artificial #artificial life #grotesque mockery

[theworldbrewery]

Okay,so a tabaxi/elf

Would there be any long-term health concerns or things to consider?

on the level of Official Rules? no. there's nothing official about crossing D&D races having negative downsides other than the usual lifespan differences.

on the level of Roleplay and/or Worldbuilding? do whatever you want -- I'd personally have my player choose 1 or the other for their actual mechanical race and flavor the appearance to give that 'mixed' quality. frankly, the biggest health issue about crossing large genetic gaps is usually that the offspring is often infertile.

If a player wanted to have long-term health issues for their tabaxi-elf PC specifically because of their hybrid nature, I'd draw inspiration from existing species like ligers and mules. But personally, I don't care to depict humanoids as being that 'far apart' genetically -- I treat most humanoids as being as compatible as various human ethnic groups are in real life which is to say -- completely genetically compatible because it's all phenotype differences, not species or subspecies differences.

and so I wouldn't go out of my way to introduce health problems for a player that wasn't deliberately interested in exploring that angle. And if they just wanted to explore, say, a chronically ill or disabled PC, there are plenty of ways that don't involve a mixed-species or "mixed-race" ancestry.

and the mechanics I would build for a PC that wanted mechanical consequences for any malady, illness, or disability hinge so completely on the exact nature of the condition that I don't think I could go into details here on what that might look like.

If this is your table, I'd caution you against treating sapient D&D races as an exercise in genetic compatibility. there are interesting elements at play in this idea, but I just don't think most tables want to spend large amounts of time on their characters' genetic profile so unless you and/or your player have a unique passion for interspecies genetics it's super unlikely to come up in-game without feeling forced and weird.

and if you/your player does have a unique passion for interspecies genetics, far be it from me to instruct someone with more of an interest in how that should play out.

#tldr i simply wouldn't do this but if you absolutely must #just go get creative. look at real life examples. figure out what you/your player wants out of creating this situation. #i wouldn't penalize anyone for this concept but also wouldn't homebrew a new D&D race to accommodate the idea #and if this is for an NPC - i once again wouldn't apply the hybrid genetics as the reason they have chronic health issues.

[botaniqueer]

Sungolds are so good!! A+ tomato, recommend to everyone. They’re also the most flavorful tomatoes I’ve ever eaten. Definitely nothing like the sad grocery store fruit that tastes like slightly tart cardboard.

They’re also super vigorous plants and love taking over. (Hybrid vigor on demonstration! They give you so much fruit too!)

#plants #plampts #plantblr #food plants #solanum #they’re hybrids though so their genetics don’t pass on reliably #I’m hoping one day someone can stabilize their genetics and make them true to seed

[wizardsnorlax]

It's weird o'clock again and I'm just laying here awake thinking about animals in the world of ATLA and that one farm full of pig hybrids and was thinking about how if any of those produced a regular pig it would probably sell well enough to save that village! But does anyone else wonder if a cow pig and a sheep pig could create offspring? Like would we need to pull out the punnet square to figure out the chances of a cow sheep coming from that? Would the resulting cow sheep be able to breed with a different pig hybrid because both parents were part pig? What about Bosco the "regular" bear? Would he need to mate with a skunk bear or something to make offspring? Would said offspring have a higher chance of being non hybrids or would they be exclusively the mother's hybrid type? Could Turtle Ducks and chicken ducks make super tasty offspring?

#atla #avatar the last airbender #pigs #hybrid animal #punnet square #fictional genetics #sleep deprived thoughts

[zoraphoenix]

Eclipsa (Poppy Playtime)

Dogday x OC x Catnap

What if Playtime CO started a clone project that created a clone of one of the caretakers who couldn’t have children? What if she is made simply to give the toys real organic bodies?

Angela was living a normal life. Despite having a good and simple life, she never knew her parents, and her aunt wouldn’t tell her anything. Until she received a letter telling her to come to Playtime Co. where her questions would have answers and understand what happened to the missing employees, unaware of unspeakable horrors waiting for her and the former employee's arrival.

Masterlist:

Character Information

The Factort

A tight-squeezed 

The Game Station

Wack a Wuggy

Kissy

Statues

Mommy Longlegs’ true name

Spider Rampange

All aboard the train

The prototype

Home Sweet Home 

Children???

Truth Revealed

Bringing back the Smiling Critters

The Hour of Joy

Ending the Prototype

A New Beginning 

Surprises

A New member of the family

#poppyplaytime #dogday #catnap #smilling critters #poppyplaytimechapter1 #poppyplaytimechapter3 #motherhood #bobby bearhug #kickinchicken #bubba bubbaphant #picky piggy #craftycorn #huggy wuggy #cat bee #boxy boo #candycat #boogie bot #hoppy hopscotch #miss delight #mommy long legs #hybrid #genetic clone

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

There’s absolutely no way any of the dragonets of destiny or their guardians did not realize Sunny was a hybrid. I remember Sunny mentioning in book 5 that she thought she might have been one, but being half NightWing specifically never crossed her mind… and if the book covers are even half accurate, anyone with half a brain could see the OBVIOUS NIGHTWING face shape and snout scales. Especially Starflight?? He’s the smart one??

In the early books, hybrids are practically not heard of. In the later books, more get mentioned (Possibility, Scorpion Den). I think if the possibility of her being a hybrid ever came up, no one would suggest NightWings anyways because they are so rare in Phyrriah.

#wings of fire confessions #wof confessions #wof #wings of fire #genetics #sunny #sunny wof #hybrids

[factorialsotherfandoms]

XCOM AU, set a bit before the whumptober exhaustion prompt (and maybe gets a chapter 2 covering either Mike's PoV post-rescue, or Pac's PoV of the rescue, but... well, I'll leave it 1/2 on ao3 until I have time to write it. It might be this evening, it might be in months, who knows). By this point the first of the eggs have been recovered, but Mike /does not know about them/. Because he was caught before then. As such, his info on what some things are is incorrect.

How the soul-bond works is not something I've explained and not something Pac and Mike quite understand, but tldr the further apart physically they are the harder it is to do anything with it, and more faint the 'passive' bond is. As in, what they just feel and get without putting effort in. Also the further they are apart the quicker doing shit like 'shielding each other from psychic powers' will tire them out. Pac absolutely ends up unconscious not long after Mike the first time around.

TW: torture, magical mind manipulation, serious head injuries

Pac is faint in Mike's brain, and for once it is a blessing. He hangs onto that fact, onto the fact he can tell his soulmate is safe - safe and not nearby - and bares his teeth at his enemy. It's been weeks now, if not months, pinned to the wall, tortured and starved and unable to move. The muscles in his arms are past strained, hands long number and still up there.

His glasses are shattered on the floor and, for some reason, it makes him even angrier than the rest.

One Cucurucho sits in the corner, a desk dragged into the cell in a mockery of professionalism. It has a tablet and stylus at the ready to take notes.

Mike refuses to give it anything of use.

And then the aliens. Two Sectoids are held on leashes by a Federation Guard, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

And then the Hunter, the Federation's pet sniper, something once human, twisted and corrupted and changed. Faster, sharper, with eyes that see further and hands too steady and psionics the likes of which not even the Order have seen before.

The Hunter, the Assassin, the Warlock, the Federation's three perfect soldiers. Human DNA spliced with alien, then turned out to destroy the world.

He holds a pistol under Mike's chin, pressing up and into the soft flesh just there. Still Mike hisses and snarls and refuses to give in. His body is littered with scars and injuries from the torture, his nails broken or gone, his teeth bloody, his skin torn.

Still he does not give in.

"You will tell me," the Hunter demands. "Where are the eggs. We know your people stole them, boy..."

"I don't have a fucking clue what you're talking about," Mike snarls back, trying to push forward and only catching himself on the gun.

There's some few surviving chickens who live on Kristin's farm - Philza's mentioned them before, and sometimes they get a delivery for the canteen - but he slipped last week and mentioned that. Whatever eggs the Federation want, it's not them.

"Of course you do," the Hunter continues. "How could you not? Hasn't your little friend let something slip to you? We all know about him. We all know you two do the..." his tongue flicks across his lick, and for a horrifying moment Mike remembers the Cell of years ago "/research/."

How dare he, how fucking dare he bring Pac into this. Of course they know about him - about them - but how /dare/ he.

"Haven't done research in years," Mike just about manages to gather some spit, aiming it at the Hunter's eye. He misses, but does hit his deathly-blue tongue. "Neither's he. Tubbo and Aypierre took over R&D years ago. You know this. You tortured him, too."

Cucurucho's blank eyes are watching them now, the tablet placed down and hands folded atop the desk.

"Are you sure about that?" the Hunter's fingers move over the trigger.

"We're not so stupid as to let field agents know the details of R&D," Mike lies through his teeth. Like you could ever keep him and Pac from the labs. "Moron."

"Then I guess we have no use for you."

The Hunter's finger twitches. Mike fucking dares him to try.

He definitely went to pull the trigger, but then freezes.

"Wait."

The robotoic, familiar voice of Cucurucho says. The creature - fuck knows if its an alien, a robot, or some lab-grown abomination - slowly stands.

Slowly walks over.

Keeps its hands clasped before it.

"I will take over this investigation," Cucurucho says, completely bland.

The Hunter lowers the gun.

The Federation worker and both sectoids drop dead.

Cucurucho's eyes glow purple, and it reaches one set of claws to Mike's cheek.

He throws every secret he can from his mind, throws it all back at Pac, along their strained and distant bond. He hides the core of himself there, too, everything he should be or could be or wants, hiding in the security of his soulmate as a creature of the Federation tries to break into his skull.

Even so distant, even so far apart, Pac manages to throw a shield around them.

Keep the information safe.

Keep everything that Mike /is/ safe.

Keep Mike from dying once again.

He can feel Pac's questions now, now he's forced himself into their bond, and their terror merges into one. Mike's still linked to himself, can still feel his brain bleed information as Cucurucho rips through it, reading not just his mind but his very soul. Steals everything there - or rather copies it - from schematics of old weapons to the identities of the prominent Order members to Mike's memories from before the war.

Claws scrape along Pac's shield. The essence of Pac's being holds the essence of Mike's being closer, entwining them and the truly /dangerous/ information together for as long as he can, keeps the shield up as long as he can.

It's agony, agony, agony, to feel something tear through Mike's very soul. But he's also closer to Pac than he has been in - in months, he reads from Pac, closer than he's been in months - and he drinks the comfort he can from his soulmate.

Even like this, even expending so much energy to twine over continents, Mike still cannot feel Pac's words.

Mike tires the faster, torture and mind fuckery taking their toll, but even Pac is flagging before Cucurucho pulls away.

Mike is aware of all of himself at once, of course, starts instinctively placing memories back in their proper place while Pac tries to cling to him longer.

"Useless," Cucurucho deems him.

Relief he didn't let anything slip floods Mike, even as Pac grows in terror. The grip they have on each other is slipping, slipping, slipping..

Cucurucho returns to its desk.

The Hunter raises the pistol.

Mike readies himself to die, and Pac refuses to let him go.

It's not a gunshot that comes; the pistol slams into the side of Mike's head.

The force is too much; Mike's head cracks to the side, and he feels something break.

Everything goes black.

When the world comes back, there are hands on him - he doesn't get it, doesn't understand, but Pac is still distant - reaches to cling to him as soon as the black fades - so Mike doesn't care. He doesn't have the energy to reach along the bond for Pac, but he knows how to fight and fight and keeps on fighting.

His skin is torn and he tears skin in turn and he doesn't know what is happening, but the hands are not human hands and the claws are distinctly monstrous claws so he fights and he fights and he keeps on fighting.

He sees but does not understand, touches but does not feel, listens but cannot hear, so he keeps on fighting.

A rifle butt cracks across the back of his skull.

This time he can hear Pac's scream as light turns black once more.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp mike #qsmp pac #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp au #qsmp x xcom #hybrids and similar count as human for internal monologue and legal purposes so long as they are naturally occurring and native to earth #the hunter assassin and warlock are actually proto-eggs #proofs of concept before they started making eggs for purposes of possession #they became too individual to overwrite and so are now the federation's genetically engineered supersoldiers #its not actually seconds between the two cracks to the head its days #mike is... really not in a good way by the time people find him

[nightandflesh]

Me talking to my mom

#voyager #klingon #star trek #trekkies #star trekkin #retro scifi #90s sci fi #sexy #human hybrid #alien #space babies #b’elanna torres #bad #bad attitude #genetics

[ar1su]

Rita doesn't know what caused the cloning facility she was created in to shut down, yet she remembers everything that happened after

#my art #oc #inktober #ink #inktober 2023 #inktober 2023 day 22 #genetically modified human-rat hybrids #made to look like children #advertised to be a companion for kids #but who knows #tw blood #tw death