#Symbiosis types

[cloud-ya]

he was forced to eat obsidian when he was 6

[dubaipenthouseupdates]

What Can The Damned Really Say To The Damned | Bedroom & Living Room (2/2)

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

What's your favourite aquatic symbiotic relationship? It is tue coolest aspect of nature and the largemouth bass post got me thinking about it.

Perhaps a cliche, but I'm just really a sucker for the symbiotic relationship cleaner wrasses have with their fishy clients. A cleaner wrasse must recognise and remember dozens, even hundreds of clients, when they last cleaned a particular client, and how their mutual relationship has been in the past! I think that’s nuts and just super cool!!! Not only do they eat parasites and dead skin from their clients, but cleaner wrasses will even caress and “massage” the fish they’re working on — if only to soothe an angered customer after a painful nip, but I digress. They’re truly valuable to the reefs they inhabit! An old one but a true marine mutualism classic for a reason.

Another one I really like is the symbiotic relationship between moray eels and groupers :) They are like butch lesbians that go hunting together. It’s cool when predators of different species think, “we are different, but we have the same goal, so let’s work together towards that goal.”

OH OH OH I JUST REMEMBERED. I would’ve left this ask at two answers but this one is too good to share. There are several species of mites that live in the gills of freshwater mussels, they’re parasites that eat the mucus and glochidia so not a very fun time for the hosts, but. The mites… the mites have harems. One male and several females, and the males will engage in battles for the females that often end in death. This is amazing to me because all of this is happening inside the bodies of mussels, who have no idea about any of it. There’s a tiny little buddy, and inside that tiny buddy are several tinier buddies who consider the mussel their whole world, and they’re out there crawling along the gills and mantle like grazing herbivores on a field, with their tiny harems and tiny battles and it’s so amazing and tiny…..

[monards]

i think i need to kill them.

[kestrel-tree]

There are two kinds of sensory weird you can be about food:

1) Wish I was a boundless transcendental being so I didn't have to consume worldly material to fuel my corporeal body.

2) Good thing I'm not a boundless transcendental being because I would have eaten the sun as soon as I grew teeth.

[two-person-job]

look at my pretty new blog i love making new blogs i think they are so fun to make look it's a shiny new shroom blog and it's so much fun and i love it so much guys i added an f/o to the list because i love him so much i want to give him a little kiss every day because i think he deserves it

[merlions]

weird element of executive dysfunction is having an extremely hard time [starting] doing literally anything when you have the motivation to do the thing, EXCEPT there's a high chance someone will interrupt you, maybe frequently.

like I'm sitting here like whyyyy do I feel like I Absolutely Cannot start cleaning my room (downstairs) until everyone in the house is either upstairs doing something else, or out of the house. and slowly realizing it's because I can't just get Into a task when, just because of being in earshot, someone will be just Saying something to me like every 45 seconds or so, forcing me to switch my focus back and forth.

like when I'm reading or cleaning or whatever, and have to put down whatever I'm doing to pause my music/podcast/etc or stop vacuuming or leave the room so we can hear each other, or anything like that, then I have to not only get up the motivation to START doing that thing again, but I also have to remember what was going on in whatever I was reading, or what object I was trying to find a place for, or the plan of attack I'd come up with for the mess, or anything like that. which can be exhausting!!

[roguetelepaths]

Why does he look like Vorta Byron I'm obsessed.

[frankenstheythem]

going thru a whole weirdmaggedon arc of insane shit happening in an amazingly short time span and then acting like nothint ever happened never everr ever ever ever

[chicicherrycola]

just so we're clear you can call something symbiotic if you mean mutualistic but you cannot say that parasites aren't symbiotic because that is incorrect

[fuckingrecipes]

Wait, which animals raise livestock?

Several species of ants will 'herd' aphids around (a type of plant lice)- even picking them up and putting them back with the group if they wander off. The ants will attack anything that approaches their aphid herds, defending them. The aphids produce a sugary excretion called honeydew, which the ants harvest and eat.

Some ants will even 'milk' the aphids, stroking the aphids with their antennae, to stimulate them to release honeydew. Some aphids have become 'domesticated' by the ants, and depend entirely on their caretaker ants to milk them.

When the host plant is depleted of resources and dies, the ants will pick up their herd of aphids and carry them to a new plant to feed on - a new 'pasture' if you will.

Some ants continue to care for aphids overwinter, when otherwise they'd die. The ants carry aphid eggs into their own nests, and will even go out of their way to destroy the eggs of aphid-predators, like ladybugs.

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Microhylids – or narrow-mouthed frogs - have an interesting symbiosis with Tarantulas.

While the spiders could very easily kill and eat the much-tinier frogs, and DO normally prey on small frogs, young spiders instead will use their mouthparts to pick up the microhylid frogs, bring them back to their burrow, and release them unharmed.

The frog benefits from hanging out in/around the burrow of the tarantula, because the tarantula can scare away or eat predators that normally prey on tiny frogs, like snakes, geckos, and mantids. The tarantula gets a babysitter.

Microhylid frogs specialize in eating ants, and ants are one of the major predators of spider eggs. By eating ants, the frogs protect the spider's eggs. The frogs can also lay their eggs in the burrow, and won't be eaten by the spider.

So it's less 'livestock' and more like a housepet - a dog or a cat. You stop coyotes/eagles from hurting your little dog/cat, and in return the dog/cat keeps rats away from your baby.

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Damselfish grow algae on rocks and corals. They defend these gardens ferociously, and will attack anything that comes too close - even humans. They spend much of their time weeding the gardens, removing unwanted algaes that might overtake their crop.

The species of algae that they cultivate is weak and and sensitive to growing conditions, and can easily be overgrazed by other herbivores. That particular algae tends to grow poorly in areas where damselfish aren't around to protect and farm it.

Damselfish will ALSO actively protect Mysidium integrum (little shrimp-like crustacians) in their reef farms, despite eating other similarly sized invertebrates. The mysids are filter feeders, who feed on zooplankton and free-floating algae, and their waste fertilizes the algae farms. Many types of zooplankton can feed on the algae crop, and the mysids prevent that.

While Mysids can be found around the world, the only place you'll find swarms of Musidium integrum is on the algae farms that Damselfish cultivate.

Damselfish treat the little mysids like some homesteaders treat ducks. Ducks eat snails and other insect pests on our crops, and their poop fertilizes the land. The ducks can be eaten, but aren't often, since they're more useful for their services than their meat.

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There are SEVERAL species of insect and animal which actively farm. They perform fungiculture and horticulture: deliberately growing and harvesting fungus and plants at a large-scale to feed their population.

Leaf-cutter ants and Termites both chew up plant material and then seed it with a specific type of fungus. The fungus grows, and the termites/ants harvest the mushroom as a food source.

Ambrosia beetles burrow into decaying trees, hollow out little farming rooms, and introduce a specific fungii (the ambrosia fungi), which both adults and larval beetles feed on.

Marsh Periwinkles (a type of snail) cultivates fungus on cordgrass. They wound the plant with their scraping tongue, then defecate into the wound so their preferred fungus will infect it and grow there. They let the fungus grow in the wound a bit, and come back later to eat.

[radiomogai]

☣︎ ₊˚⊹ Zoochosic beings may experience the following ::

[PT :: Zoochosic beings may experience the following]

☣︎ Being a mutated animal with experiments being performed on them. ☣︎ Having ones body decay and fall apart around them, turning into something grotesque and disgusting as your mind begins to fade. ☣︎ Being transformed into something otherworldly and monstrous because of disease. ☣︎ A parasite that infects animals and turns them into something horrifying and monstrous. ☣︎ Being injected with something that slowly corrupts and destroys you from the inside out. ☣︎ Feeling ones mind decay in wake of a disease, transforming them into something not entirely human. ☣︎ Feelings of constant agony as your body dies around you all while scientists simply look on to study you.

☣︎ ₊˚⊹ Zoochosic Terminology ::

[PT :: Zoochosic Terminology]

General Terminology :: ☣︎ Zoochosity - equivalent of femininity // masculinity // neutrality ☣︎ Zoochosine - equivalent of feminine // masculine ☣︎ TransZoochos - term for transitioning to Zoochosic (⚠️ Only to be done if non-harmful⚠️) ☣︎ ZooIN - Zoochosic in Nature ☣︎ Zoochord // Mutant // Experiment - Equivalents to man // woman

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Attraction Terms :: ☣︎ Symbiosis - A term for a Zoochosic relationship ☣︎ Zoochord // Zc4Zc - A term for Zoochord loving Zoochord ☣︎ Infected - A term for a Zoochosic crush ☣︎ Handler // Zookeeper - Equivalents to partner ☣︎ Caretaker - Equivalent to Spouse

[No spoons for ID, help appreciated]

『 ☣︎ ₊˚⊹ 』 ❝ Zoochosic ❞

[PT :: Zoochosic]

A non-xenic umbrella term that can be used as a gender, a term for nonhumanity, an identity system, or in connection to other genders. Zoochosic is related to the following concepts :: ☣︎ Mutated // Diseased animals ☣︎ Disease in general ☣︎ Corruption of the body ☣︎ Unethical science ☣︎ Science experiments ☣︎ Body horror ☣︎ Mental Decay ☣︎ Captivity This term is based on the indie horror game Zoochosis, as well as the mental disorder of the same name seen in captive animals, but doesn't have to be related.

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More information under the cut. For :: @rabidbatboy's Cointober Day 11 :: Canine (Like literally in the loosest way of "dogs are animals")

☣︎ ₊˚⊹ Zoochosic beings may experience the following ::

[PT :: Zoochosic beings may experience the following]

☣︎ Being a mutated animal with experiments being performed on them. ☣︎ Having ones body decay and fall apart around them, turning into something grotesque and disgusting as your mind begins to fade. ☣︎ Being transformed into something otherworldly and monstrous because of disease. ☣︎ A parasite that infects animals and turns them into something horrifying and monstrous. ☣︎ Being injected with something that slowly corrupts and destroys you from the inside out. ☣︎ Feeling ones mind decay in wake of a disease, transforming them into something not entirely human. ☣︎ Feelings of constant agony as your body dies around you all while scientists simply look on to study you.

☣︎ ₊˚⊹ Zoochosic Terminology ::

[PT :: Zoochosic Terminology]

General Terminology :: ☣︎ Zoochosity - equivalent of femininity // masculinity // neutrality ☣︎ Zoochosine - equivalent of feminine // masculine ☣︎ TransZoochos - term for transitioning to Zoochosic (⚠️ Only to be done if non-harmful⚠️) ☣︎ ZooIN - Zoochosic in Nature ☣︎ Zoochord // Mutant // Experiment - Equivalents to man // woman

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Attraction Terms :: ☣︎ Symbiosis - A term for a Zoochosic relationship ☣︎ Zoochord // Zc4Zc - A term for Zoochord loving Zoochord ☣︎ Infected - A term for a Zoochosic crush ☣︎ Handler // Zookeeper - Equivalents to partner ☣︎ Caretaker - Equivalent to Spouse

☣︎ ₊˚⊹ Tagging ::

[PT :: Tagging]

Archive Tags :: @horrormogai @radiomogai @io-archival @faunagender

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Taglist :: @genderdenied @mimiscoiningcafe @discrophy @dsm--v @horrgores

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Additional Tags :: @gender-mailman @kirugorture @blood-moon-night-coining @enderluna @webby-mogai

[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024 - 29 Eddie Brock / Venom

Y/N had met Vee during a Halloween party.

A little intimidated by the crowd and not knowing anyone, she had stayed in her corner for a good part of it, until this giant with his incredible costume came to talk to her.

It would be a lie to say that she had not found him adorably charming, and she would have liked them to be more than friends, if he had not spent most of the time talking to her about his Eddie.

It was obvious that there was something strong and unique between Vee and this Eddie, even if he did not seem to appreciate him at his true value.

"He never agrees with me… He wants to control everything !" he had sobbed against her shoulder. "He says that I won't even be good at cleaning toilets."

"That's not nice. Maybe this relationship is not very healthy."

"But I love Eddie. He takes care of me and even though he's a stupid loser, he tries a lot. Maybe… Maybe I'm too hard on him."

"It's normal to have expectations from your partner. You need to sit down and communicate, to see what's wrong and find solutions."

"You're right, little morsel ! You're a good friend !"

Obviously very busy, Vee kept in touch with her by calling her almost every night and sending her messages, but never having time to see her.

He used Eddie's phone, while he slept. Before meeting her, Vee had never seen the point of having one, and he contacted her secretly because he found it funny to have a secret all to himself.

"But I'll tell him at some point, because we share everything. We're in symbiosis, we're one."

"That's cute. Do you think he'll be angry ?"

"No. Scared maybe."

"Oh." she wondered. "Is he the jealous type ? He'll be afraid that I'll steal you from him ?"

"I'd rather be afraid that he'll steal you from me, I think he'll love you a lot. And that's why he'll be afraid for you. He'll think I want to eat your brain."

Sometimes she didn't understand everything he said, but she found him funny and considered that he simply had a particular sense of humor.

But after several months of talking to him, he finally ended up running into him while a guy was trying to take her purse in an alley.

Vee jumped from a rooftop, growled at the thief, grabbing him with one hand, before biting his head off. Then he turned to Y/N, smiling.

"Eddie, she's my friend."

"Y/N ?" a voice that seemed to come from inside him asked. "Great, Vee, she's not going to freak out at all because you just killed someone. I already told you to go get some chickens if you were hungry."

"You never let me do anything ! He was mean ! He was attacking my Y/N !"

"Let me talk to her, okay ? So I don't traumatize her more than necessary."

In the end, Venom was an alien, and Eddie his host, a man not as horrible as she had imagined, simply trying to keep his symbiote from doing too much mischief so that they wouldn't be spotted by the government.

They fought often but they couldn't live without each other. Literally for Venom, even if they also loved each other too much to want to be apart.

As he had expected, the human had panicked a bit when he learned that he had a friend, that she didn't really know what he was, and that they were therefore putting her in danger just by talking to her. But Eddie had understood that she was important. He had felt it.

When Vee said that they shared everything, he was dead serious.

"I showed him a picture of you. He got an erection."

"Vee !" Eddie shouted, trying to silence the head floating next to his shoulder. "Shut up ! Those are not things to say ! Excuse him."

"Why ? I like Y/N, and you like her too, and she likes us. Her pheromones don't lie."

"Vee ! You're making everyone uncomfortable, stop."

"See ? He never agrees, he controls everything."

Y/N saw clearly, now understanding many things that had seemed a bit strange to her. She could have run away, but despite this surprising discovery, she really liked Vee, and Eddie seemed as charming as he was.

So she suggested that they spend the next Halloween, all together this time.

[pricetagged]

Part 2 of that wifehunter john piece instead of working on my wips 💖

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Warnings: implied stalking and voyeurism. Nothing too bad...yet.

Unedited, typed on my phone during break, abrupt ending (part 3 ig?)

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He thumbs at the book, tracing the swirls of your penmanship until the ink fades off and the paper turns to felt. It leaves his fingertips stained, dark as indian ink, and he can't help the satisfied burr that catches his breath as he presses the sticky whorls of his prints into the pages.

Stained. Blackened.

Imprinted.

It's what he wants to do to you in something more indelible than ink, something that would burrow under your skin and linger. (This parasitic desire, he'll bury it in you, make you feel his presence deep in your guts, squirming and wriggling at the back of your mind-)

Of course he returns the book. Returns it to you marked and dogeared and of course you're grateful for it. Tripping over your words and choking on the thanks that build up and tumble from your delicate throat, feelings and words too big for you. 

He knows that, sees the slight hesitance in your eyes as they flit to the window where he knows your useless Buck is ambling about. Shambling. (This marriage is a sham, his claim on you is a sham, one that John is more than willing to seize upon and squeeze until it all crumbles and all that is left is you malleable and soft in his hands).

"Where...where did you find this? I thought-" He sees how you choke down condemnations, not wanting to crack open that door that leaves your husband exposed.

Is it loyalty? Obedience?

Whatever it is, he wants it. Wants to redirect it his way. It itches at him, sits awkwardly like a broken seam, seeing you waste this fidelity on something still wet behind the ears.

On a man who can't even protect his own home, can't even cherish his own wife and has to call John in to pick up the mantle-

"It's good work. Shouldn't leave it lying around, sweetheart," he raps against the front cover, needs to do something with his hands before the impulses take over and he does something hasty. Something that would send you darting back to your husband's arms instead of in to his. "Would be a real waste if it got lost. Taught me how to transplant herbs, now I've got some parsley on my windowsill that's still alive."

It's a lie. He must have strangled the roots, harvested it too soon, something-

But it makes you happy. He can see the glow that warms your cheeks and brightens your eyes. They way your face plumps up, softens, due to your shy smile.

"You should've tried mint, first. It grows like crazy, basically does its own thing. Basil, too." You're grinning, in your element out here. Surrounded by green and the rich, earthy scent of the soil that you till. Geosmin. Oakmoss.

"I'll have to get you over to show me sometime."

He plays gallant so well, offering to help you with the weeding and trimming. It wouldn't be the first time he got down into the muck and the mire. Wouldn't be the first time he stuck his hands in, got them caked and dirty right up to the elbow in order to get what he wants. In order to do what needs done. It's as familiar to him as the uniform he wears.

And your company makes it so much more pleasant.

You smile at him, glancing up from the flowerbeds each and every time he passes you a tool. Eventually you feel comfortable enough to call for him - John? - to tap at his wrist and redirect his hands around the roots and stems below you both. It's a beautiful symbiosis: you, who are so good at wringing life and he who is so good at taking it.

He catches the way the living room curtains twitch, the shadow of the young buck pacing and pawing just out of sight. Too much energy, not enough courage. Not seasoned enough to come out and plant himself between the challenger and his wife. It's stable vice, sending him spinning, uselessly watching as John sidles in and digs his paws into the very foundations of the house. It makes him smile, big and broad as he tugs at a particularly stubborn weed with a grunt.

And when you can't quite get the rubber of the yard gloves to slide over your wrist, he just has to help you. Has to grip at your soft forearm, cooing as you wince.

"Big pull, that's it sweetheart."

You brace yourself so well, pulling back in a counterweight that just digs his fingers in tighter. Blinking back tears, you laugh a little awkwardly. A little thrilled.

And you thank him for it, shaking your arm out and stretching your fingers. All damp from the soil and your sweat.

Unoticing uncaring of the ring that's no longer on your finger.

He has the urge to shake it out of the glove onto the dirt. To burry it and trample all over it until it's dull and forgotten and dead.

But -

But it's still warm from your hand.

It's so fragile, too small to fit properly over his thick fingers and swollen knuckles.

He thumbs at it on his drive home, plays with the smooth face and angled edges as he thinks.

He won't give it back, the thought draws a scoff as he signals into his driveway. No, the only way you're getting a ring from him is on the same day that the ink dries on your marriage license.

But there's the matter of that ugly possesive thing that lives in his ribcage, so close to the surface that the lines blur and shimmer until he's not sure which skin he's wearing. It has him feeling hot, burning up and itching to watch the fall out.

He settles on the settee, cigar in one hand and your wedding ring in the other.

It sits tight just barely at the first knuckle of his forefinger. The screen in front of him illuminates it, makes it glint cold and sharp as it moves lower and lower, over the slight give of his stomach until it reaches the bulge pressing into his zipper. He palms himself, hisses as he feels the metal dig in a little to the sensitive, aching flesh.

With another slow drag, he flicks open his fly and settles in.

Even the slight pixelation of the monitor can't disguise how pretty you are.

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Someone with a big brain please help me to name this haha 💖

Sorry for the delay. Been super demotivated lately. Still got several k of wips that need attention :/

[redfurrycat]

Fight me, Nix. I always wanna talk about Pacific Rim AUs.... ;P

I can act surprised if you want.... *dramatic gasping*

Holy shit, you've come up with incredible ideas?! I love both options so dearly!!! Who doesn't like a pacific rim-plot AU? It's incredibly well-suited for Top Gun.

Drift compatibility is a trope that should be ✨revered✨.

Oh you know what?

1) We should make them co-pilots for a while, after Mav got hurt, but something happened with Jake before the pacific rim (suicide) mission and Mav came back. (Yes he's still hurt, but he's one tough son of a bitch and is convinced he could handle it.)

So here they are in Striker Eureka launching the bomb, when a Kaiju surprises them.... They're in big trouble trying to fight it off and dropping off the explosive device.

Here comes Jake piloting solo in the Lady Danger (defying orders and commandeering the Jaeger). Saves both men in dramatic fashion before ejecting in an escape pod...

2) Jake getting assholish towards Mav because he knows is so attracting.... And getting Javy, the usually levelheaded of the two, on the same boat - which is mother-henning Bradley- is just.... too good to be true!!!!

Because imagine them ordered to the Marshal's office - the legendary Iceman- to answer for their insolent behaviour, repeatedly saying to both Mav and Ice 'with all due respect sirs' in a tone that is decidedly not reverent AT ALL.

The Iceman is about to loose his cool. Which only ever happens when dealing with Mav's bullshit.

Only to be interrupted by someone barging in his office, unannounced.... and it's BRADLEY. Who knows Javy and Jake are about to get their asses kicked and he can't let that happen.

Sweet Nix,

Yell at me about your Pacific Rim AUs... 😍😍😍😍😍😍

XD So tumblr didn't tell me you'd asked about this!!! I'm so sorry, @redfurrycat!!!

BUT!!! The Pacific Rim AU's are based off the ideas you gave me actually!!! No surprise there really! lol

But the first Pacific Rim AU is where they are both pilots and Bradley actually grows up and becomes Mav's partner and they are a dream team but then when things come down just before the BIG fight, there is an accident and Mav is hurt badly, so they need to scramble and find a pilot that can drift with Bradley and uh oh the only one on the planet besides Mav that can drift with Bradley, is Jake who hasn't been inside a jaeger in almost half a decade since he lost his partner while they were still in the drift. (It's a bit of a mash up of both Pacific Rim movies!)

The second Pacific Rim idea is Jake being a pilot and Bradley being the lead engineer/mechanic on his jaeger. The thing about this one, is that Bradley hasn't spoken to Ice or Mav in more than a decade (they washed him out of the pilot program) and when Jake is brought in to the dome because they are getting all the jaeger's together for one massive attack, it's the first time Bradley see's his godfathers. And it's the first time gets a first hand look at the men who hurt the love of his life. So Jake is extra asshole, and Javy since he knows all because he's with Jake in their jaeger, which puts them at odds with those in charge.

[phantomrose96]

Anon-hate is whatever and porn bot followers are that type of symbiosis where I'm the host and I don't give a shit, but the one Tumblr irritant that will make me maul you with teeth is when someone hops on my conversational, borderline creative writing shitpost and goes "Omg, OP needs to learn about grammar. OP needs to learn about ending sentences with periods." Like Oh? Did the creative piece on the no-one-gives-a-fuck blogging website not conform to textbook grammar? Did the frenetically-cadenced writing contain a run-on sentence as a rhetorical device to mimic fast-paced oral conversation? Should we tell everyone? Should we report this to the library? Should we call Merriam Webster?